Post by Channeling-Spirits on Apr 13, 2017 10:41:27 GMT -6
Ioru vs Pascal - the standoff
He'd had that feeling in his gut, the day he took in the damn bird. That heavy, foreboding itch, or rather ache, that suggested things would not be as simple as they sounded at the time. Ioru had been proven right later that very same day, because as it turned out it was not the easiest thing to acclimatize a nearly grown bird to a new environment, especially not a devil-bird. Stubborn assholes they were, selfish and willful and petty, surprisingly picky and above all expensive. How could a bird even eat that much? It was impossible to tell that the creature was injured by the amount of food he consumed; Youko had told him the juvenile might be off his food for a while after she had tended to its wound, but if this was 'off his food' then Ioru would be ruined within days after he fully recovered.
Fortunately, he was not so bad off that it would be a problem in the long run, but for the moment his funds were running dangerously low. Telling himself that it would be worth it in the end, the young royal subsequently made his way down to the city in the early morning and lined up at the bank, resigning himself to the tedious procedures that would follow. This was the part about money he hated most; having to keep track of them, the need to ask some surly accountant to withdraw them for him... Well, it had been a while since he last had to do anything of the sort. Three years in a temple made for cheap living, there should be a nice pile awaiting him by now.
Mind set on business and eager to get this over with as quickly as possible, Ioru awaited his turn and stepped up to the counter, pushed over his ledger towards the clerk.
"I'd like to withdraw this amount, everything should be in there" he said absently, indicating the leather-bound notebook. Already his mind was drifting to other topics, expecting this to be an easy, pain free procedure.
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Pc: 1
Wc: 352
moncrieffs
He'd had that feeling in his gut, the day he took in the damn bird. That heavy, foreboding itch, or rather ache, that suggested things would not be as simple as they sounded at the time. Ioru had been proven right later that very same day, because as it turned out it was not the easiest thing to acclimatize a nearly grown bird to a new environment, especially not a devil-bird. Stubborn assholes they were, selfish and willful and petty, surprisingly picky and above all expensive. How could a bird even eat that much? It was impossible to tell that the creature was injured by the amount of food he consumed; Youko had told him the juvenile might be off his food for a while after she had tended to its wound, but if this was 'off his food' then Ioru would be ruined within days after he fully recovered.
Fortunately, he was not so bad off that it would be a problem in the long run, but for the moment his funds were running dangerously low. Telling himself that it would be worth it in the end, the young royal subsequently made his way down to the city in the early morning and lined up at the bank, resigning himself to the tedious procedures that would follow. This was the part about money he hated most; having to keep track of them, the need to ask some surly accountant to withdraw them for him... Well, it had been a while since he last had to do anything of the sort. Three years in a temple made for cheap living, there should be a nice pile awaiting him by now.
Mind set on business and eager to get this over with as quickly as possible, Ioru awaited his turn and stepped up to the counter, pushed over his ledger towards the clerk.
"I'd like to withdraw this amount, everything should be in there" he said absently, indicating the leather-bound notebook. Already his mind was drifting to other topics, expecting this to be an easy, pain free procedure.
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Pc: 1
Wc: 352
moncrieffs
