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Post by iBadge on Jan 11, 2018 13:39:07 GMT -6
 The discomfort was rolling off Gabby in waves as the tobiano filly flicked an ear and stared up at the humble home she'd found herself in front of. This was all kind of embarrassing, stupid, really, and this was not what Gabby had anticipated was something she'd ever do. Her blue eyes took in the door in front of her, and it was taking all of her self-restraint not to simply turn and walk away. It was beneath her to ask for help, of this she was certain, but what choice did she have? As the turn of the new year had passed, it had become Gabby's resolve to fix a lot of things about her life. The first of which being an actual living situation.
She'd heard things. It was easy to do when you were a street rat wandering aimlessly through the streets from day to day, yearning to catch even the slightest hint of work that can be done, a missive to run, something that can be lifted for a coin or a hot meal. The suggestion had been a whisper, by an unidentifiable stallion (Gabby had bucked in surprise, startled the equines behind her, and had tossed her head to see who'd whispered it in her ear only to find that whoever it had been had vanished from sight). Zenia had been the name Gabby'd heard. Find Zenia, she'll help. Gabby had been reluctant to follow such a vague, secretive suggestion, but after several more days of no work, and no roof over her head, the tobiano was being driven to last resots: such as following vague and secretive suggestions.
"Just get it over with, ya cowardly bumble," Gabby grumbled to herself, pinning her ears back against her skull and trudging up to the door of the house. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to find here, had no real idea who Zenia even was. As long as she didn't die, she guessed, it waouldn't be a total loss, right? Might as well give this a shot.
Clearing her throat, the street rat raised her head proudly, before reaching forward and swinging her foreleg forward to give a solid tap, tap, tap on the shut door. Time to see where this would lead.
NOTES; Either Zenia or Obed could open the door, I'm totally cool with whatever you guys would like to do! Let's get this weirdo family goin', huehue. |
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Post by misttheelf on Jan 11, 2018 19:09:16 GMT -6
Obed was making tea in the kitchen for Zenia. She had locked herself in her study, claiming a bout of inspiration last night. Obed figured that either she crashed, or she's very sleep deprived. He hoped she crashed over being up all night, but it was impossible to tell until he went to check on her. He hummed as he prepared the tea leaves, waiting for the pot of water to come to a boil. Fortunately, as far as he was aware, at least, Zenia didn't have any meetings scheduled for the day.
He hummed as he tied off the small bag for the leaves, and dropped it into the kettle when it started to whistle, and then moving the pot off of the burner.
And then he heard the knocking on the door. In response, he quickly headed for the door, opening it and looking up at the stranger in front of him. "Y-yes? H-How may I help you..?" He stammered quietly, his head lowered and eyes were mostly hidden by his forelock. He was slightly shorter than the mare in front of him, but his head lowered made that difference seem greater than it actually was.
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Post by Spectre on Jan 17, 2018 10:28:00 GMT -6
Zenia :~: Architect
Whatever Obed may claim, Zenia definitely did not fall asleep. Also, No, she did not have a horrible ache in her neck that reminded her of her age. No, she just... was resting her eyes. It was rare that Zenia could be struck by such a flurry of inspiration. She had followed after the fleeting muse with vigor. Locking herself away for the night as she slaved away over her sketchbook. And somehow she managed to fall asleep during the night, and managed to sleep with her head in an awkward position. So when she startled awake at the sound of the door, Zenia fell to the floor with a oh-so graceful 'thud'. With a groan and her glasses askew, Zenia hobbled her stiff arse down the hall and stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the foyer and gazing at the door. "Obed who is it?" She called.
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Post by iBadge on Jan 31, 2018 13:16:06 GMT -6
The whole debacle was, Gabby didn't exactly have a lot of skills. Her mother had never forced her to learn a trade back in Ashlar growing up, whether it was simply because she'd been content to let her daughter find her own way or because she'd always envisioned herself being able to care for her daughter, Gabby didn't know. The only tools that the filly had for success in life was her determination to get stuff done, and her ferocity, more or less. She wasn't an expert on much, and she wasn't a book learner. She wasn't sneaky enough to be a thief, and she didn't have enough tact to get a respectable job much of anywhere. That she knew of, anyway. Maybe she just didn't know where to look.
Either way, she was here, and as the door swung open to reveal a somewhat timid looking fellow with his forelock draped over his eyes, and Gabby perked her ears towards him. Here goes nothin'. "I'm, uh... the name's Gabby. I'm looking for Zenia, actually, this is where she lives right? Is there any way that I could, uh, talk to her or anything? I'm not lookin' for trouble, but I heard she might be able to give me a job." That was enough, really. She hoped. Would it be enough to get her anything?
Gabby heard a voice from further within the house, a voice that sounded feminine in pitch, and the tobiano stood herself up a little straighter just in case. Had to make a good impression, right?
NOTES; A POST, FINALLY, I'm sorry this took so long! |
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Post by misttheelf on Feb 6, 2018 19:31:06 GMT -6
"Y-Yes, this is the home of Zenia," Obed replied to Gabby, "Please come in then. S-she just came down..." He said, backing out of the doorway to let Gabby inside, turning to Zenia. "H-her name is Gabby, Zenia... She's hoping t-that you have some w-work for her." Obed stammered out. "S-shall I prepare tea for her, as well?" he asked, looking up at her, smiling slightly, knowingly, that she had indeed fallen asleep at her desk in her study
There wasn't anything she could do to hide that from him... This was not the first time at all that this had happened. Athough he did wish she took better care of herself... He really didn't want anything to happen to her, after all.
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Post by Spectre on Mar 3, 2018 11:21:35 GMT -6
Zenia :~: Architect
'Off all the stupid shi-' Zenia's ears percked at the sound of a voice beyond the door. She looked past Obed and say the beginnings of the stranger's legs and chest. She noted the brown and white spots that adorned the stranger's stocky limbs... but none of it mattered in the wake of Zenia's horrible mood. With a grumble she set her glasses and wandered down the stairs and stopped at Obed's side. With a tired and happy look Zenia nodded towards Obed, "Thank you Obed, that sounds wonderful." She nodded her head towards the kitchen, sending him off.
With Obed gone Zenia turned her stiff neck around and sent the most deadpan look towards Gabby. Settling her glasses down lower on her muzzle Zenia inspected Gabby up and down. Soon enough her eyes landed on the mare's face. She stayed silent for a few moments before humming in approval, "Come on in". She stepped back and moved towards the living room on the right where her young familiar -the Doberman Pinscher named Ace- lay. Said familiar merely sent a tired glance towards the pair before settling back into his bed, the satin collar on his neck gleaming faintly in the morning light.
Zenia plopped herself down on the couch before sending a tired look towards Gabby, "So.. Gabby, what brings you here at this ungodly hour of the morning... and on my day off too." Zenia's voice udderly dripped with snark.
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Post by iBadge on Mar 8, 2018 14:30:49 GMT -6
Gabby didn't really have anywhere to go. It was the standard predicament of a homeless vagrant, that she had no appointments, nothing to really do on a day like today. Others had jobs, families to worry about, places to be, things to get done. Gabby? Her only objective was to find another means to survive, another way to make it through the day. She probably should have thought this through, but she had never been a particularly smart cookie. When she'd lived with her mother, it had always been Ariadne who'd been able to see the longterm. But now? That was gone.
As she stared down the mousy fellow (was he a doorman? servant? slave?) in front of her, Gabby pinned her ears back and found that the whole speech she'd had prepared about being willing to just head out if need be and that she didn't want any trouble or any of that shit was completely unnecessary. Especially when she heard the voice of a matronly horse from behind him, and suddenly, the doorman bloke wasn't alone in the doorway. Gabby dipped her head in greeting. "I'm gonna guess you're Zenia. Hi. I'm-"
It was then that the filly realized that the older mare was looking her over, at which point, Gabby raised her head and let out a proud snort. She refused to be looked down on, and she looked this Zenia dead in the face. Sure, she was a streetrat. But she sure as Ignacio wasn't something to snort or laugh at, and she wanted to show it. As the mare noted that she could come in, Gabby flicked an ear before cautiously stepping over the threshold and into the manor in which Zenia and her doorman resided. That all being said and done, she was a guest here, and she knew her manners. She just hated them. Nevertheless, she wordlessly followed the other horse and waited to be spoken to.
Her blue-eyed gaze fell on the Doberman in the corner and Gabby's nostrils flared as she resisted the urge to go fawn over the little guy. She loved dogs.
Right. Focus.
"Sorry to bug you, then," she finally said, voice gruff. "I don't know a lot, I only heard your name and I came looking. I moved to Valore a while back, after some... stuff, but I'm- I mean, I'm not great at a lot of things. I'm not an artist, or like, an architect. I can't even bake decent blueberry muffins. Y'know? So I'm out of a job. I've been doing odd tasks for folk for some coin and all that, and I heard you might have a couple of those odd tasks up your, uh... lace cuffs. I'm strong, and I'm fast. I can do physical stuff if you need it. If not, I can go. Look, I just- your name was circulating around. I don't have much else to do, or anywhere else to go." With that, Gabby hung her head, and glanced towards where the doorman had wandered off to. She hoped this wasn't about to blow up in her face.
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Post by misttheelf on Mar 8, 2018 21:35:37 GMT -6
Obed nodded as Zenia sent him to the kitchen, and he got the tray ready for the tea. Three mugs - No wait, only two. One for miss Gabby, and one for Zenia. He'll have his tea a bit later before he goes shopping today. While Zenia normally paid no mind to his station, he was still a slave, and he needed to act properly in front of guests. He hummed as he checked the tea - Ah, it was a little too cold now. Turn the heat on the stove for a minute, no need to bring it back to a boil, just a minute or two while he finished prepping the tray. Sugar, cream, honey... Oh, almost out of that. "I hope the store has some in stock today..." He mused to himself as he took the tea off the burner and poured the mugs, heading into the main room with the tray and setting it on the coffee table. "A-anything else?" He questioned, noting the current pause in the conversation.
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Post by Spectre on Mar 9, 2018 13:04:53 GMT -6
Zenia :~: Architect
Zenia huffed slightly as she settle. She hated to admit it, but she was getting old. She flicked her ears about as Gabby droned on. She did perk up at the mention of her name circulating about. She rolled her eyes, "Let me guess, someone randomly whispered your name in my ear. I swear to you that it's a crazy idiot Lenny. Crazy and unkempt, but once you get to know him he's a nice guy. So don't think you were led astray, Lenny just notices these things." She flicked her head and paused as Ace stood up and trotted his hind up to Gabby and sat in front of the mare expectantly. Zenia scoffed, "Spoiled brat, still don't know why I brought him home." She paused slightly when Obed came trotting into the room with a tray with thre- two mugs. She sent Obed a frown as he settled the tray down and stood back. She sent him a flat look, We will discuss this later. "No we do not, thank you Obed." She sent him a smile.
Zenia flicked her head back to Gabby and sighed, "Well about your predicament I don't know what I could do. Why not stay for breakfast and we'll discuss it over that? It'd be rude to send anyone away without a full stomach." With that she picked up her mug and moved into the kitchen, "Don't worry about doing anything, just relax and keep Ace company I guess." She then began to move about the kitchen and gather ingredients for a hearty breakfast.
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