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Post by Bee on May 10, 2008 1:03:32 GMT -5
 She had never sold the house. She hadn't been back to the Gardens in a decade, but it had seemed like a good idea to keep the place as a theoretical retreat. Whenever she wanted to murder her children, she thought about packing her bags and spending a couple of weeks tending to her garden, and the thought brought the most inner peace she could attain without first consuming massive amounts of alcohol. She still paid people for upkeep. She was only in the neighborhood now to grab some effects that she didn't trust hired hands to bring back to the Capital. Then, she thought, she was finally going to get rid of the place. It was a useless fantasy. She was never going to live in the Gardens again. She likely wouldn't be very welcome, anyway. Fucking men was frowned upon. Reproducing with them was a cardinal sin. A nice long drink of eau de vie de mirabelle improved her rapidly souring mood, and she tucked the cold flask neatly back into her handbag. Perhaps she ought to ingest something solid before attempting to pack up. The small town in which her cottage resided was nearly exactly as she remembered it; with a bit of luck, the old restaurants were located in their old spots. She plucked a random flower from a passing planter bed, and inhaled the scent. Ah, the sweet aroma of poison. She should send a bouquet to Shinrai and see him twitch and spasm. She smiled, meanly, at the thought. A couple of passersby looked at her curiously. The flower she stuffed in her headband. "Perhaps," she muttered, "this will be a decent day after all." |
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Post by Ry on May 10, 2008 6:54:30 GMT -5
(OOC: Finally.)  A lovely young mouse on the cusp of adulthood ducked her head shyly at the stares, still unsure about her appearance. She had the soft curves and fur that lent her the vulnerable delicacy common to the Gardens, but she lacked colors in her coat. She'd been so sure the missing colors would grow in as she grew older, that she'd never taken the trouble to adjust to her lack. Now, having completed her full growth, Souris was still the same, yellow and lilac and white pointed, without the more brilliant pink, margenta, indigo or turquoise, and she felt quite plain. Her long white worm-like tail and akward hinds only added to her inadequate appearance. Now, the tall, lithe stranger, wearing the odd smile, looked like a proper Yarrow Gardens woman should. Margenta and yellow haired, tinged with indigo, her fur would have the coveted colors in animal form, Souris was sure. Not like her. (OOC, again: Forgive the stumbling narrative, I'm still working out what she sounds like (in my head) as a teen.) |
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Post by Bee on May 12, 2008 0:48:32 GMT -5
The little cafe Mnem had been looking for no longer existed. In its place was a small store advertising a wide variety of fashionable hats that must have been exceedingly popular among the homeless insane. As Mnem was quite certain that she was not desperate enough to consume fabric and feathers, she turned to try her luck at finding another old favorite, and instead found--a mouse, looking at her.
Her brain ran through its typical list of why someone would be staring at her: imminent revenge killing (unlikely; the little mouse could hardly know her, and didn't look the murderous sort), sex (dismissed out of hand; she was too young), or odd behavior on her part (probable).
She waved a hand in greeting. "Hello there. You wouldn't happen to know where I can find a decent drink, would you?" Oh, right. Food. Food was her goal. "And a bagel?"
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Post by Ry on May 12, 2008 6:06:33 GMT -5
Souris started a little at the sudden wave the stranger gave, quite relieved that she hadn't jumped. Apart from being completely unseemly, as she was now a young adult, she would also draw plenty of unwanted attention; a 4'3" mouse jumping violently at a perfectly innocuous wave, and salutation.
She drew a quick breath, taking the time to compose herself, particularly her voice, to answer "Hello" politely, in return, as her mind raced, considering and discarding possibilities, in a silence that stretched out several moments finding her voice again in time to reply, belatedly, "Yes."
Although she seriously doubted that her wine cellar would contain the decent drink the stranger wanted, she did have the bagel, and she thought it was worth the try. "I live only a few miles from here." She offered shyly, before she could think. Her...villa...in the countryside was hardly within walking distance. But, having made the offer, she couldn't retract her statement now.
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Post by Bee on May 15, 2008 0:22:55 GMT -5
A few miles was quite a ways to walk on an empty stomach, but she wasn't about to turn down the hospitality. She was happy, at least, to have found a pleasant face; perhaps her wretched aunts hadn't been parading her shame all around the region, after all. A tiny part of her brain told her that she was using this offer as an excuse to procrastinate, but the rest of her brain quickly ganged up on that small bit of gray matter and beat it into silent submission.
She smiled at the mouse. She seemed a tad awkward, but Mnem thought that was largely symptomatic of the teenage years; she would likely grow into a confident, strong woman. The Gardens produced little but, as a rule. "That would be very kind, thank you. I'm Mnemosyne, by the way," she added, brightly. "Most people are in the habit of calling me Mnem."
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Post by Ry on May 15, 2008 7:27:04 GMT -5
Souris considered the stranger carefully. She thought she recognised the name. "Mnemosyne?" She queried, curiously. She thought she'd heard the name before. She paused, struggling to place the name, before finally blurting out, hopefully. "Any relation to the Misses Eumeleia?"
With luck, she'd gotten the name right. Her family frequently claimed relationship to that family. Distant cousin thrice removed on that side being the distant cousin twice removed by marriage to a distant cousin thrice removed on her side, she thought her Grand-Aunt had said. Or, in other words, the relationship would have been almost non-existent, but for the standing a relationship would offer, however distant.
She smiled shyly back at Mnem, disregarding the convoluted thought for the moment, as she appreciated the easy acceptance Mnem had offered. "You're welcome, M-Mnem" She attempted, uncertainly, stumbling slightly at the unfamiliar informality the nickname afforded, as she turned to lead her guest towards her Inheritance.
(OOC: Do you want to RP the walk there? Give Mnem more time to get a feel for Souris?)
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Post by Bee on May 17, 2008 0:06:51 GMT -5
(Sounds like a winner to me. XD )
Mnem stifled the sneer that immediately attempted to make a home on her face and smiled pleasantly. "Yes, but don't let it get around, hmm? When and if I see them, I want it to be a nice little surprise."
She would rather do the ambushing than be the one ambushed, in other words. But with a bit of luck, she wouldn't need to deal with them at all: she could have a nice time with her new acquaintance, pack up, and get out before she was really noticed. She was content for the time being to follow the mouse through the little town; it was an interesting feeling, to be completely surrounded by women again. Quite comforting, actually. She thought, briefly, of Shinrai.
Asshole.
"But I'm sure my lovely aunts speak for themselves, and quite loudly. You don't have anyone who would be upset by my abrupt arrival, Miss...?"
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Post by Ry on May 21, 2008 10:44:28 GMT -5
An odd expression crossed the woman's face, far too quickly for Souris, unpracticed at deciphering human features, as she was, to be able to read, before settling into a pleasant smile. But Mnemosyne confirmed the relationship. "Of course, Mnem." She assented, quickly, on hearing Mnem's request. "Wouldn't do to ruin the surprise." She laughed.
Honestly, she wouldn't think to meddle in any affairs pertaining to the Misses Eumeleia. Particularly, when the affair involved one Miss Eumeleia trying to surprise another. She would rather not be caught in the crossfire, she thought, as her lips quirked in a whimsical smile,"Oh, yes. The Misses Eumeleia do speak for themselves, and quite loudly." She asserted, amused.
She didn't hesitate to disclaim, truthfully, though, when Mnem asked, "I have no one." She did deliberately live away from the Misses Rosier, after all. "I'm quite estranged." She spoke conversationally, but seriously. "My family really encouraged me to move out, and set up my own home." She stopped there, unsure if she wanted to elaborate.
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Post by Bee on May 23, 2008 2:00:25 GMT -5
Mnem laughed. Always fun, to find another pariah. "Ah, isn't family precious?"
Like the clap. Family was impossible to live with, and extremely difficult to quietly eliminate. She had fantasized about it often enough, though mostly those idle daydreams had starred her children rather than aunts. She was about as cut out for motherhood as a damp dishrag, and if wretched Aderlass had not alerted wretched Shinrai about the imminent arrival of spawn, she might have been able to arrange to have them all smuggled into the Bog to be raised with the kind of faceless anonymity that only gas masks could provide.
But that opportunity had long since passed and been dashed. Men ruined everything. "But I'm sure being on your own is building character, and some healthy life-long resentment. What was your horrible crime, if it's not too forward of me to ask?"
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Post by Ry on May 24, 2008 1:26:46 GMT -5
Souris smiled, shyly, as Mnem laughed, "Very precious", she answered wryly. The Misses Rosiers had only seen fit to raise her until she'd attained her majority, but being impossible to live with, she'd swiftly moved out, finding a job as a care-taker to off-set her rent. She'd eventually acquired sufficient points to buy the unwanted inheritance off the owner. She'd seen no reason to leave the beautiful villa in male hands, particularly when he looked down on his inheritance, for not being in the Highlands. And he'd only treated the precious construction with contempt, to complete his crime.
"My crime?" She asked Mnem dryly. "My crime was to be born a Spade, to Diamonds." She answered sadly. "And a low-ranking Five, at that." Mother had been horribly disappointed, and the young pup had overnight, raised her rank, to the slightly more respectable Seven. Not that that had made any discernible difference. "Possibly, Mother having reproduced with a male to have me made matters worse."
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