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Post by Leda on Nov 16, 2008 14:39:29 GMT -5
"HA," the scruffy blonde man cackled. "You're actually a little ahead of the curve, grunt! We haven't even started training you on how to be civilized yet, but you're already showing the proper respect!" Despite being pleased with Dash's behavior, however, he for some reason still snapped the tenrec's hiney with his crop before heading off to another station.
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Post by DB on Nov 16, 2008 14:58:31 GMT -5
Which resulted in the tenrec launching himself a good three feet into the air with a yelp.
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Post by dcbishigirl on Nov 16, 2008 19:57:01 GMT -5
Sarah walked into the bathroom setting down a green scrubber and a small bucket of bleach. She set them down on the floor near the tenrec. "Here you go ... Dash was it? This should make it easier."
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Post by DB on Nov 16, 2008 20:04:04 GMT -5
"Y-yeah, that'd helpth," the tenrec replied as he got to work... best focus on the toilet first. If the blonde was going to make true this threat, the last thing he wanted to clean with his tongue of all things was a toilet. Of course, because of his train of thought it took him a moment to catch on to something the overlander girl had said... "... I dinnit tell you my name..."
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Post by dcbishigirl on Nov 16, 2008 20:08:49 GMT -5
Sarah chuckled lightly, "The Doctor told me outside when he was telling me about your jaw."
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Post by DB on Nov 16, 2008 20:11:17 GMT -5
"... oh." He lifted the toilet seat... and then bristled as if the blonde had returned with a machete and slammed it back down. "... I need gloves. Bahd. Rubbah ones."
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Post by dcbishigirl on Nov 16, 2008 20:16:23 GMT -5
Brushing hair back behind her ear again she turned, "Let me see if I can find some." And walked out again.
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Post by DB on Nov 16, 2008 20:20:34 GMT -5
Dash watched her leave, than turned his attention back to the... porcelain in question. He then came to the conclusion that overlanders were filthy, filthy beings, as not even an animal would let something get like that.Ever.
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Post by dcbishigirl on Nov 16, 2008 20:40:14 GMT -5
Not taking too much time, she came back with a pair of yellow rubber gloves in hand.
"Afraid thats all I can do for now."
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Post by DB on Nov 16, 2008 21:06:20 GMT -5
"That's perfect, thanksh." Unless you had a barf bag. That might be nice to have too.And that said (and thought), he turned to the task at hand. Toilet cleaning. He certainly hadn't predicted this in his future. Needless to say, it was a bit disappointing. Still, since his skin and tongue depended on it, he did his best. Like hell he was going to give that douche jerk a reason to go through with his threats.
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Post by Leda on Nov 16, 2008 21:39:32 GMT -5
Eventually, Professor Chaos General Disarray Douche Nukem Duke eventually made his way back around to the station at which Dashiel continued to tirelessly work. Taking great care to lift the lid, seat, and top of the tank, the trainer carefully scrutinized every inch of the toilet, and soon did the same with the sink. When it seemed he'd finished, he frowned, but not quite so deeply as before. "Well, beast, it looks like you're getting the idea of the standards we have in this great city."
Then he pointed the riding crop in the tenrec's face, centering it between his eyes. "BUT, you had better remember well what happens when you slack off, slime!! There's nothing stopping your iminent master from buying one of these for himself, and making it your very best friend!" Suddenly the human grinned, and proceeded to wave, wiggle, and dangle the crop this way and that, apparently just to toy with the thrope's already frayed nerves. "You'd better operate at 150% at all times, unless you want more injuries like the ones you arrived with!!"
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Post by DB on Nov 16, 2008 21:51:34 GMT -5
... ... ... TWITCH.
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Post by dcbishigirl on Nov 16, 2008 22:45:01 GMT -5
"Congratulations." was this woman always smiling?
"Maybe you can graduate early." She was actually really happy about the quick progress he was making... such good habits would be good traits for adoption.
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Post by Leda on Nov 17, 2008 2:24:53 GMT -5
"You think he's a prodigy, eh?" the blonde trainer echoed, rubbing his chin with a dangerous smirk. "Well then! Perhaps we should level him up to something a little more advanced!!" Duke's comparitively gargantuan hand enveloped Dash's arm and gave a sharp yank, nearly dislocating it form the shoulder, and swept him off away from the simulations of household messes.
A jaunt down a side hall later, the trainer and student arrived in a huge kitchen, even by overlander standards. Several other beasts hurriedly worked at cooking stations, struggling to keep up with the other couple of trainers wandering about and barking orders.
"Let's see how well you can feed your future owner!" Duke announced, giving the tenrec another jerk that lifted him off his feet, and setting him onto a stool that brought him hand-level with the counter of his station.
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Post by DB on Nov 17, 2008 2:40:13 GMT -5
The tenrec rubbed a bit at his shoulder as he looked the kitchen he was in. Now this... was actually something he was more comfortable with. He liked cooking. A lot, actually, and if the coup had never happened, he could easily see himself owning a restaurant somewhere... he paused, not letting his mind get too far away, and the small smile that had appeared on his face left with it. The coup had happened and now he was in some strange place with a bastard and... a not bastard. Frowning, he pulled the rubber gloves off his hands. I just cleaned toilets and now they want me to handle food. Genius.
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Post by Leda on Nov 17, 2008 2:43:56 GMT -5
With a thunderous whump, a slab of raw meat was dropped onto the counter at Dash's side, along with a handful of slightly wilted vegetables. "Let's see what you can make out of this," Duke instructed with a devious grin. He was aware that there were recipe books in one of the cupboards, yet he tended to leave them in there. "And remember, beast, it's gotta be edible. You may be worthy of sludge, but your master's not!!"
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Post by DB on Nov 17, 2008 2:50:59 GMT -5
Dash eyed the ingredients with a frown, his nose wrinkling slightly. Definitely not his first choice for ingredients. The meat looked mostly gristle and the vegetables were... well, obviously not fresh. ... but with a little creativity anything can be made passible. BUT FIRST... He hopped off the stool and scooted it over to the sink in order to wash his hands. He didn't care if he gave blondey food poisoning, but he'd feel pretty guilty if the nice girl ate some of meal and got sick too.
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Post by Leda on Nov 17, 2008 2:54:46 GMT -5
Agent Asshole Duke made no move to get in his way -- at least, not physically. "I see you're at least civilized enough to know how to begin a meal prep," he snickered. Soon following, the towering human leaned over to whisper in the tenrec's ear, "Now, do you know how to address the person that buys you?"
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Post by DB on Nov 17, 2008 2:56:02 GMT -5
The tenrec twitched a bit at both the overlander getting so close to him and the question itself. Both made him feel rather sick to his stomach. Instead, he slightly washed his hands and shook his head 'no'. It was the truth. He didn't know.
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Post by Leda on Nov 17, 2008 3:00:07 GMT -5
"Isn't it obvious? Or are you just daft?" Without warning, the trainer wrapped his large fingers around his ward's neck and jerked him backwards, forcing him to look him in the eye, albeit upside down. "You'll address your owner as MASTER, you scum!! Unless they tell you otherwise, that is ALWAYS what you'll call the person that owns you!! You owe them -- and all the rust of us -- your worthless little LIFE!!" As his lips widened into a sinister smile, Duke applied some pressure to the tenrec's throat. "Now, pretend I'm your owner! What are you supposed to call me, mmm?"
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Post by DB on Nov 17, 2008 3:03:49 GMT -5
Spines. EVERYWHERE. Before arriving at this island, Dash had no idea he COULD bristle his spines so far. But, well, there was a first time for everything. And also a continuation of being terrified out of his mind." M-m-mm... m...", the tenrec stammered, apparently unable to get the word out thanks to his sudden crippling fear.
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Post by Leda on Nov 17, 2008 3:05:20 GMT -5
"CAN'T HEAR YOU!!" the overlander bellowed, giving another squeeze to Dash's throat.
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Post by dcbishigirl on Nov 17, 2008 3:12:30 GMT -5
"If you break his neck his fee is coming out of YOUR paycheck!" Okay... Sarah.. not smiling... it turns out the creepily happy smile is much better than her pissed.
"And with how he's acting, his coloration, and depending on the results of his tests he could be a fairly expensive pay reduction. Now I suggest you let him down and breathe.."
Again... her expression was... frighteningly stern... and angry.
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Post by Leda on Nov 17, 2008 3:16:12 GMT -5
Yet Duke looked more annoyed than anything as he released his grip on the beast. "Oh relax, he had PLENTY of room to breathe!!" The blonde human glared at the terrified tenrec and smacked the back of his legs with his crop as he wandered off to check in with the other trainees once more. "I swear, if you were in charge, these things would take YEARS to tame!!"
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Post by DB on Nov 17, 2008 3:18:15 GMT -5
And... Dash promptly slipped and fell off the stool. He'd already felt surprisingly weak in the legs, but that swat sure didn't help it. And once he was down... well, he didn't really feel like getting back up. Actually, he'd rather just curl up down here. "M-m..mm... muh..."
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Post by dcbishigirl on Nov 17, 2008 3:26:25 GMT -5
The lithe overlander moved towards Dash and with as comforting a smile as she could muster... and went to help him up.
"Now now... come on... the whole point of this is so you learn how to handle the stress and responsibilities of being a pet. This is honestly the worst part... now.. Just get back up and keep trying. If you stay like this and he comes back.. I wont be able to help you again... "
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Post by DB on Nov 17, 2008 3:33:49 GMT -5
Even if he was at least up onto his feet again, he was trembling worse than a leaf in a windstorm. Still, regardless, he tried to put himself back together. " ..R....ri... right..." Gulping an attempt to bring some moisture to his now bone dry mouth, the still shaking tenrec dragged the stool back into place, climbed back onto it (with a small stumble and almost fall) and went through the ingredients he'd been given... Maybe if... maybe if he just concentrated on this, he'll be alright. Lets see... the meat... not so good... the vegetables... also not so good. Maybe the best idea would just be to cover up whatever distastefulness they might have. Looking around the space a bit more, he picked at a few types of seasonings. These might do... not too strong, but not so weak that the lack of freshness would be immediately noticeable. Or so he hoped. Maybe some type of stir fry... Grabbing a knife (and not even, at the moment, realizing he'd basically just armed himself), he worked at cutting the slab of meat into more manageable pieces. Problem is he was still shaking. "OW!"
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Post by dcbishigirl on Nov 17, 2008 20:06:01 GMT -5
A concerned look crossed her face, "Are you alright?"
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Post by DB on Nov 17, 2008 22:30:40 GMT -5
The tremblerec trembling tenrec examined his bare hand, a small nick having appeared thanks to his shakiness with the knife. "I-I... I'm o-okay. Just a l'lil cut."
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Post by dcbishigirl on Nov 18, 2008 4:56:57 GMT -5
"Is it bleeding?" The concern was real... but was relieved it was minor after all... she wanted him to get a good home... it would be harder to do if he was damaged in some way.
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