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Post by puck on Jul 22, 2011 11:15:19 GMT -5
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Puck, of all people, knew the value of a dream. So while she thought it didn’t so much matter, he thought much otherwise; his interest had been piqued.
“Well, good to know I’m the man of a lady’s dreams,” he joked. “But, you know, I could always watch them for you. Tell you what I see.” Of course, he had no idea whether he could actually do that with a leprechaun – humans, sure, many a time he had watched a human’s dream and then made it come true, often with disastrous results. “Be careful what you wish for” and all that. It was great fun, but he had no idea whether he could do this with Nadezdha’s mind or not. Worth a shot, though.
Even Robin, probably one of the oldest men alive to never have experience with babies, had to be impressed by the child’s quiet nature. There had been little to no complaint whatsoever while his mother was unconscious, other than the natural baby wariness of a new, weird person. As far as he knew, children in general were more well-known for having two mindsets: “everything is perfect” and “this could be better,” and the only way for them to go from the latter to the former was screaming. A lot. Until things were perfect again. Not Mikhail, though, Mikhail was lovely.
He tilted his head at her statement of unfamiliarity with Shakespeare. He had thought the man was a requisite for human school? And if she had really been raised as one, she would have had to at least come in contact with them. (Okay, so maybe he was biased, but you’d get a hell of an ego boost if it was required for all English-speaking children to read about you, too.) “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” he said, “Isn’t that a coincidence? The whole play exists within a dream, or so I say. Perhaps old Billy is pulling one over on you, after all.”
“So!” He clapped his hands together, spinning on one heel. “I don’t suppose you’re hiring? I’ve no résumé to speak of, or references, or work experience, but it seems like you’ve got not a whole lot of time with your baby there, and he’ll only grow more time-consuming as he gets… well… bigger. Plus! I can be paid in shiny things, as you’re aware. Cheap labor. Practically a slave. Do I get a collar?”
It may or may not have been a ploy to stay nearby, of course. But hey – maybe it was effective. His rapidity of speech, though, probably wasn’t helping.
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Post by Nadezdha Ivanova on Jul 23, 2011 20:55:47 GMT -5
  “Well, good to know I’m the man of a lady’s dreams. But, you know, I could always watch them for you. Tell you what I see.”
While Nadezdha liked Puck she wasn't sure if she quite was at that level yet. Besides, could a leprechaun spy on another's dreams? She dismissed the idea with a quirk of her eyebrow and a 'we'll cross that bridge when we get there' sort of expression. If the guy got to become someone she was comfortable with and close to, then maybe. She'd just met him for now, and why was he curious of her dream? It was just a dream.
“A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Isn’t that a coincidence? The whole play exists within a dream, or so I say. Perhaps old Billy is pulling one over on you, after all.”
Nadezdha made a mental note to check out the story and look into it. While it may have been an American school requirement for American students Nadezdha hadn't been in an American school nor been an American student, ever. She also just plain wasn't much into literature like some other people were. "I'll see if our public library has it. It's a small library, but I'm sure they carry Shakespeare."
“I don’t suppose you’re hiring? I’ve no résumé to speak of, or references, or work experience, but it seems like you’ve got not a whole lot of time with your baby there, and he’ll only grow more time-consuming as he gets… well… bigger. Plus! I can be paid in shiny things, as you’re aware. Cheap labor. Practically a slave. Do I get a collar?”
Now that was unexpected. Nadezdha gave him a thoughtful look, "I don't know. This is a small shop and I don't usually need help...how about I think about it? If I decide I could use an extra hand after all I'll hire you. Besides, a leprechaun is better for nature-based jobs than a human. Aren't they?" She smirked playfully.
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Nadezdha thinking
Someone else is talking
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Post by puck on Jul 24, 2011 11:28:49 GMT -5
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] “Any of our fair folk would be better than a paltry little mortal, wouldn’t we? Connected to the spirits of nature, innate knowledge of the ley lines of the land, all that good stuff. But that’s a moot thing,” Robin said, holding up a finger, “When it comes to the real question.”
Before she had time to respond, he had vaulted himself over the counter and snatched up the biggest Zinnia he could find in her selection. He snipped the stem off with his fingers, pinned it to his lapel, and walked right back up to the counter as if he were a perfectly normal customer. Not at all the slightly-mad leprechaun who had caused her to pass out not a mere few hours ago.
“How much for the lovely little flora?” he asked, quite clearly indicating the flower to her. There was another meaning to this, of course—as if Robin was ever satisfied with being a one-note man. The Zinnia was a flower known to mean one was thinking of a dear friend, usually one the sender had lost contact with; if this was really the Nadezdha he knew, though, he was well aware that she probably knew all of that, as well as the flower’s history, and genetic makeup, and favorite color…
And, of course, there was another, much more practical cause of this. If he paid for a flower, he would be on the ledger. That meant once he left, he wouldn’t have been without a trace, and if something was still going on with her memory then at least he would know that he wasn’t going completely bonkers, seeing ghosts of the past pop up where there weren’t any. It had really been a long life for Robin. He was never sure how many steps he had left in the world before things started to roll downhill, and that man in all black came to reclaim him.
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Post by Nadezdha Ivanova on Jul 26, 2011 6:35:14 GMT -5
As he snipped the stem, Nadezdha gave a despairing 'why did you do that? You're supposed to buy the pot! look. Mikhail squirmed in her arms as if to sense her despair. The baby boy curled against her and gave her a large smile, which distracted and lifted the leprechaun's spirits again. She smiled down at him before returning her attention back up to Puck.
Nadezdha noted the color and type of flower and cocked her head to the side. "How much of the history and meaning of flowers do you know? You've picked a good pick, I say." As to what friend he was recalling she wasn't aware. It wasn't her place to ask him such a question; it could've been personal. The Fae went and placed Mikhail in a minature crib she kept behind her desk, where he often stayed when she worked late hours. Under her desk there were also supplies like diapers, toys, and baby food. She was a single mom, and had to be prepared to be so.
"While you're not supposed to have bought that one in a single I'll let you have it. It'll cost you $4.99 plus tax."
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Post by puck on Jul 27, 2011 3:54:25 GMT -5
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] “I know very little, actually, only what an old friend of mine has taught,” he said cryptically. The pal, of course, being Nadezdha – but would she know that? Nooo. He felt that insisting that he knew her would send her for the hills, or possibly for the men in straightjackets. Still, if there’s one thing Robin couldn’t stand, it was not implying that he had knowledge he does, in fact, have. It was like an addiction, really. He could not physically know something important without having the massive urge to tease people with it.
…Tax? Robin just gave her an odd look and cocked his head to the side. Okay, sure, he wasn’t used to paying for things, but after so many centuries of a society that uses taxation, he felt he should know how to do it properly. (Maybe just nicking what he wanted without payment for hundreds of years had something to do with his lacking knowledge of how to actually buy things… but still. Past is the past and all that.)
“Of course, my apologies. But I didn’t need a whole pot for my lapel, you see,” he mentioned offhandedly, digging through his pockets for the human money he was sure he kept in there somewhere. “Here you are, this should cover it. Four ninety-nine plus the taxes.”
Of course, because he’d never bothered to really learn the differences between modern currency systems (He’d liked what the Romans had. It was all coins, no decimals or anything. Totally simple.), he instead placed down $49 and nine pennies. The bills were all crumpled, and it looked like one of them had been used to clean the rust off of something.
“Keep the change, Nadya. I’ll be seeing you around, but as there are wise old aunts with stools unpulled, and I’ve a certain reputation to keep… well. A merry hour must not be wasted, you know – not that any time spent with a fair maiden is a waste, but you do have a store to run as well. And…” he let off a small shrug. “I’m not, as you might say, ‘customer-friendly’.” [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * the pen is mightier than the sword [/color] 352 words* think but this, and all is mended[/color] we should plot something dastardly.  * such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare* get thee to a nunnery![/color] nadezdha is tagged* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Nadezdha Ivanova on Jul 30, 2011 15:34:41 GMT -5
The amount of cash he gave her baffled Nadezdha. If he wanted to work here, then he was obviously going to need some teaching. He couldn't just hand back a 50 dollar bill as change and think that's okay. There was more to working in this shop than simply tending to the flowers. It would be hard work, but Nadezdha silently thought she could teach him. A hand around here wouldn't be so bad. She'd be able to use him more and more as Mikhail grew, and Mikhail? Mikhail seemed fond of Puck. That was enough for her. He could get along with her son, then he could work here.
"U-um...alright...I'll keep the change." She planned to return it later when she saw him again. It was already made up in her mind that she would see Puck again. He was strange, but she liked him. There was just something about him, and she couldn't place her finger on it. Nadezdha was determined to figure him out. "It was nice speaking with you, Puck. Thank you for caring for Mikhail and myself. We hope to see you again soon."
Her smile was sincere as if telling him she was truly considering hiring him. The leprechaun waved before turning back to her business. Puck spoke in such a strange way that was oddly adorable and intriguing...She wondered if Shakespeare had anything to do with that, or if he was just old. Well, I suppose I'll find out... she thought as she watched him go out the door.
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