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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 15:49:08 GMT -8
"Not sure yet. Seeing where the knife takes me. I think it's shaping up to be a bird of some sort." He ran his paws over the wood, nodding slightly. "Feels like that's what the wood wants."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 15:50:16 GMT -8
Misto grinned. "Well, I wish the wood luck then, and hope it gets what it wants."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 15:52:54 GMT -8
Jerrie chuckled. "When you say it back to me I realize exactly how crazy that sounded."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 15:55:42 GMT -8
Misto shook his head quickly. "No, not at all. I understand. That it's not crazy anyway. That's what creation is right? Letting things come and doing what feels right?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 15:56:39 GMT -8
"I guess so. How 'bout you? Any new tricks?" He changed the topic.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 15:58:24 GMT -8
Misto shrugged. "A couple. After a while though, there's only so far street magic can take you." In many ways he wished that was not true, especially after talking to Tugger the last day. But it was getting cold, and he did not think he could go back to doing the type of work he had been doing the last few years.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 16:00:09 GMT -8
"I suppose that's true, but there's always a chance ain't there? You said you're doing odd tasks for someone now?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 16:01:23 GMT -8
"Yeah. Just running errands and stuff." Watching the Police Commissioner...
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 16:02:31 GMT -8
"Well, it's something." If it paid who were they to complain.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 16:03:05 GMT -8
Misto nodded. "Yeah. It works, and when I'm not, I'm just here on this street corner, playing magic tricks on people." He grinned though as he said it
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 16:06:57 GMT -8
The southern born torbie returned the grin, his tiger-striped tail tapping lightly against the bench. "Still tickin' your uncle off by not doing anything he thinks is productive?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 16:08:43 GMT -8
Misto threw back his head and laughed, though it might have had the edge of hysteria in it. "Oh *god* yes he's ready to kick me out of the house. Or skin my tail first. Always blustering and giving me disapproving looks." He made light of the issue.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 16:11:41 GMT -8
The tabby looked at his friend for a long moment, "I'd offer you a space at my place, but it'd have to be the couch..." He added wryly. "Though I'd hate to ruin th' joy you seem to get from this."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 11, 2010 16:13:08 GMT -8
Misto continued to grin. "I think I'll be okay. But I might take you up on that offer sometime. Once he really does snap and boot me out." Which would hopefully be a while away yet.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 11, 2010 16:14:45 GMT -8
"Well, guess we'll have to see." The courthouse clock struck the half-hour and the torbie bolted to his feet swearing. "Shit, I'm late. Hate to run, but I'd like to get this job over with soon as possible. See ya round mebbe?"
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