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 Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:45 am
*Kero nods...and Tam realizes he'd been steering the subject away from his own punishment...especially when Kero pretends to yawn heavily*
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:52 am
Clearing his throat, Tam reminds him, he still needs to get up early tomorrow, to go and work on the slate board... and that he is grounded to his room in the meantime. Of course this doesn't sit too well with Kerobian, but Tam silences him quickly with an upraised finger. "Kero, ye chose to disobey, correct? No one forced ye to. Therefore take yer punishment like a man... well like a cat. Be mature about this. It is a matter of bad choices and good choices. Ye can either make a good choice and listen to me... or ye can make a bad choice and drag this thing out until we hate each other. It is up to ye."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:55 am
*Kero nods....then gets an idea*
May I at least go and find gold to replace what you destroyed?
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:02 am
Tam sighs. "No ye may not. And I didn't destroy the gold, I merely spilled it out. If ye work at it right, tomorrow when we get back, ye can probably get most of it up off the hearth and be able to re-smelt it back down. It will be a messy job, true... but ye are grounded, seriously. I wasn't kidding you, Kerobian. Either that or we're going to have one expensive hearth for our fireplace. Not good for the reputation, we trying to maintain here. Every crook in the region is going to want to dig up our flagstones and harvest it for himself."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:07 am
*Kero nods*
May I ask how long I am grounded for?
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:13 am
Tam thinks about this. "A week..." he says firmly. "Two days to yer room and the rest to the cottage. Yer to go to class and come straight home. Am I clear?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:15 am
*Kero nods...then thinks of smething else*
My instruments? Where are the pieces of them?
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:21 am
Tam doesn't blink an eye. "Where I put them." He says calmly for they are indeed in a spot he had put them, just not in the cabinet. "And I'll give them back when the week is over. He crosses a finger behind his back and hopes he can figure out a way to mend the pipe, which was a gift from him to Kero, just not anything he had made.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:25 am
*Kero starts to answer...then stops...his eyes turn glassy...and he inhales with gusto...as he inhales, the intelligence which guides him seems to drop away...and turns and shoots out of Tam's room, and out of the cottage, following his nose to where the scent is coming from*
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:37 am
Tam swears and runs after him, wondering what the cat's nose is going to get him in trouble with this time.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:02 am
*It's not...Kero's just running...running...running...towards the forest...something there has caught his nose...or something past it...he leads Tam out to a mountain...*
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:12 am
Tam has long switched to fox mode and is doing his darnedest to keep up. Finally he gives up and goes griffon, using a combination of keen sight and sharp hearing to follow the cub. At least the cat is making no effort to hid his passage.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:16 am
*Kero soon reaches the mountain...and doesn't even stop...his claws fill Tam's ears with screeching as he digs into the stone*
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:21 am
Well, at least he's slowing down, but not by much. Tam lands nearby and shifts to fox form, watching to see what the cub is up to.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:23 am
*He's obviously tunneling into the mountain...and moving fairly fast...John Henry's got nothing on this cub...instinctively, it seems, he flares with magic...and his claws turn black...and now he's carving thorugh the stone like a hot knife through butter*
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