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Gorlim: *fills Artamir's room with geese*
Artamir: *walks in his room and looks around, bewildered* What the...?
Geese: *honk madly, poop all over the place, and charge at Art when he opens the door*
Artamir: *closes the door quickly, before they can bite him and stands outside* ....what is going on? *looks around for a culprit*
Gorlim: *is noooowhere to be found nearby*
Ceneldo: *sniffs around curiously*
Artamir: *decides to leave his room be for the moment and sees the cat* ...... o.o *holds his sword at his side, ready in case she comes at him*
Ceneldo: *doesn't seem to even see Art until she's standing next to him. She sniffs him once, decides he smells like Firiel and therefor isn't badthing, and moves on to the more pressing task of scratching at the door*
Artamir: *looks at her curiously* Don't tell me you want to go in there...?
Ceneldo: *oh if cats could grin...* ~Honkhonks. Tasty. For kittens.~
Artamir: ....you want to go in? *gestures to the door*
Ceneldo: *scratches it*
Artamir: *hesitantly opens the door, waiting for the geese to charge again*
Geese: *CHARGE!!!*
Ceneldo: *COUNTERCHARGE!*
Geese: O.O;;;;;;;;;;!!!!!!
Artamir: *watches, fascinated*
Ceneldo: *in under ten minutes, half the geese are quite stone dead. Finally the window bursts open and the rest flee, dropping feathers everywhere and leaving the room a disaster except for the cat, who sits looking calm, collected, and most amazingly not a bit tirty as she licks a paw and eyes her kills*
Artamir: o.o What a mess. But... wow. *hesitantly pets the cat's head* Good cat.
A little while later...
Artamir: *roams down the halls, making his way to the kitchens*
Gorlim: *lounges on a rafter* HMM. Is that GOOSE I smell wafting from your immaculate body, Art?
Artamir: *stops and looks up* Wonderful. Just who I wanted to see. *rolls his eyes* So it was you.
Gorlim: What? I made you stink like a gooseyard?
Artamir: Someone managed to fill my room with geese. *raises a brow*
Gorlim: That so? Didn't think you the type, Art. *leer*
Artamir: *looks at him, annoyed* You somehow seem to be the only person to do such a thing.
Gorlim: Why deny your own lustful urges? I've heard stranger tales than... *snicker* ...a preferance for geese.
Artamir: Stranger tales of your own, perhaps?
Gorlim: *tosses a button at him* You shouldn't talk that way about your sister.
Artamir: *dodges it* I'm not.
Gorlim: Mmmm. You seemed to imply she was stranger than a goose.
Artamir: I was not speaking of my sister.
Gorlim: Did you have FUN with your little feathery... playmates?
Artamir: Actually, a very large cat relieved me of that duty.
Gorlim: Which one?
Artamir: There are more than one?
Gorlim: There were three last I knew.
Artamir: Well. A very large, white cat. A snow leopard, if I remember correctly.
Gorlim: A wha...? Spotted, type?
Artamir: *rolls his eyes* A white, spotted cat.
Gorlim: The onchu. Mama cat.
Artamir: Mama cat?
Gorlim: She's been adopting people. Me and Dred, for starters.
Artamir: ...Dred? The cat is adopting people?
Gorlim: Yeeeees.
Artamir: Arda is getting stranger by the day. o.o *shakes his head* Anyway, if you'll excuse me, I need to be getting some things for my sister.
Gorlim: Hopefully getting a bath for yourself while you're at it. I'll take care of her. *swings down*
Artamir: Trust me, she doesn't need your help.
Gorlim: You keep saying that. And yet I keep helping her. More than you or anybody else could, I begin to think.
Artamir: And whatever gave you that idea?
Gorlim: Things. Things I'd rather let HER decide to tell you about.
Artamir: Really. Well, she won't be needing your help. She's coming back to Arthedain with me as soon as she's recovered.
Gorlim: *unexpectedly* Good.
Artamir: It would be best if you stay away from her.
Gorlim: I don't think I agree with THAT sentiment. Rather uncalled for.
Artamir: *eyes him* I know she's attached to you. WHY, I don't understand. But she needs to get used to NOT being around you.
Gorlim: What for?
Artamir: So I can take her with me without complaint.
Gorlim: *slithers towards him and stands only inches away, perfectly still for a few moments before in an instant he has a knife out and at Art's throat* I'm tempted to try to stop you. And don't think I can't. I am a servant of two Kings and the Steward here. I am a guard and I was a Knight under Queen Arwen. I know this land. I could end your little expedition if I pleased. I could end YOU. *the knife disappears as quickly as it had come* But I won't. She needs to go. The further, the better. And she'll go without complaint. I'll see to that.
Artamir: *glares at him, hand on his sword* And what makes you think she'll listen to you?
Gorlim: She makes me think she will.
Artamir: *glares, then shrugs* If you can get her to come with me, fine. Actually... if you could make her believe you don't want her here, it would be even better.
Gorlim: *quietly* I don't think that will be... necessary...
Artamir: No? I think it would certainly help.
Gorlim: *snaps* If I have to do it, I will!
Artamir: *raises a brow* I think you'll do it whether you have to or not.
Gorlim: ........Why?
Artamir: Because I'm telling you to.
Gorlim: *laughs*
Artamir: *evenly* I've changed my mind. Don't see her ever again. I don't care whether or not you care for her, or even if you want to convince her to leave. Stay away from my sister.
Gorlim: WHY?
Artamir: Frankly, I don't trust you.
Gorlim: Well, why EVER not?
Artamir: There have been many incidents I'd rather not bring up. Just suffice it to say I don't trust you.
Gorlim: Do you trust a vampire?
Artamir: No. That, actually, is one of the reasons I'm taking her away.
Gorlim: Would you trust me more than a vampire?
Artamir: No.
Gorlim: o.O
Artamir: When it comes to Firiel, I'm not very trusting, if you hadn't noticed.
Gorlim: So you would let her be food for a beast but not be given comfort by a friend?
Artamir: I would have neither. If she seeks comfort, let her get it from her husband or myself. Arvedui, even. But you crossed the line a long time ago.
Gorlim: Did I. Really.
Artamir: Yes. So stay away from her.
Gorlim: Like hell.
Artamir: You know, I think we've had this conversation before. Only this time you'd best heed my advice.
Gorlim: Because it worked so well LAST time. Just drop it, Artie. I'm not gonna do a DAMN thing you demand.
Artamir: Even if she requests it?
Gorlim: ......................
Artamir: *raises a brow* Yes?
Gorlim: Not.... even.... then.
Artamir: Not even then?
Gorlim: No. It won't be real.
Artamir: How do you know that?
Gorlim: I'll know. IF you can get her to mean it. Only then.
Artamir: I suppose. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go work on that. *mock-smiles and heads for the kitchens*
Gorlim: *makes rude gestures at his back as he goes*