[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
"Time is of the essence," she says... what's the ulterior need beyond mere consumption?
I'm leaning firm to a yes, either way, but it's on the condition you answer. And do one other measly little thing you won't even need to go out of your way to do.
Three colors, in fact. Lucky for you, we happen to have both those.
...Now. As for recompense... ...I see you sidle your way into the Clover barn at times, you know. What I want is... A report on what you witness there. Specifically, on the cat. Or, if you balk to call it something so firm as a report... consider it just as a giving of opinion?
You want me to betray the most private overheard details of Clover's Shepherd's relationship with Sonata. Clover's Shepherd, who threatens to murder me, and Sonata, my dear friend. ...For two apples. Not even two apples a day, but two individual apples, received once.
I don't think you said what I think I heard you say, Angel Devil. Because if that's what you said and what you want, then you jumped the bargaining scale from "insultingly lopsided in your favor," to "actively repugnant."
[ waiting, sitting up on a sturdy branch, making a green and a red apple dance around in a slow circle together in the air by lazily waving a fingertip. ]
Solid information gets an invite in. Juicy details gets a seat on our nice chaise.
Where are you cooking this, anyway?
[ floats the apples down to her... or rather, they come down to float by her, one appointed to hover by each shoulder. hey, neat, they're following her like MMO vanity pets. ]
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I'll be quick because time is of the essence: I need a few of your apples.
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I'm leaning firm to a yes, either way, but it's on the condition you answer. And do one other measly little thing you won't even need to go out of your way to do.
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whoever decides to eat that, that's none of his business. ]
Very well. Preference to color?
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[pause]
Um, Not sure. One red, one green?
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...Now. As for recompense...
...I see you sidle your way into the Clover barn at times, you know. What I want is...
A report on what you witness there. Specifically, on the cat. Or, if you balk to call it something so firm as a report... consider it just as a giving of opinion?
...I want to know how he acts with them.
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You want me to betray the most private overheard details of Clover's Shepherd's relationship with Sonata. Clover's Shepherd, who threatens to murder me, and Sonata, my dear friend. ...For two apples. Not even two apples a day, but two individual apples, received once.
I don't think you said what I think I heard you say, Angel Devil. Because if that's what you said and what you want, then you jumped the bargaining scale from "insultingly lopsided in your favor," to "actively repugnant."
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Still, can't you ask him yourself?
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I can't give you any opinion because I haven't seen it.
Fair enough?
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Fine, fine. You'll have your apples. Swing by, I'll wait in the tree. Might as well take in some of the crisp air before it gets too sharpish.
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Oh, can't even let me inside, huh?
[sighs...]
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Where are you cooking this, anyway?
[ floats the apples down to her... or rather, they come down to float by her, one appointed to hover by each shoulder. hey, neat, they're following her like MMO vanity pets. ]
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[she'll just take one in each hand, to be sure.]
And, I'm not a two-faced information broker. No more answers about Clover, or even that there's a lack of answers.
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...Careful you act too closely with a flock, of course, lest you plan on joining our ranks. I hear it's catching.
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[confidently! And she'll take the opportunity to leave, as the transaction is complete.]
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[calls after, ]
Give my regards to Miss Daisy.
[ / fin ]