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Post by Vyn on Mar 25, 2008 12:51:49 GMT -5
Wulfram was, indeed, in his room. Usually he'd be out around the Courts, preferring to work around the Palace than actually lurk in his room. He had, however, spent a long night out with too much alcohol and not enough sleep, and so was, as expected, holed up in his room with a fresh brew of caffeinated tea and his work for the day. The crow had intended to avoid having to associate with anyone for the afternoon but that plan failed the moment he heard a knock on the door. He growled a little to himself and drank the last of his tea in a gulp before slamming the cup down and heading for the door. Damnable interruptions! That voice... It was Vessatha again, wasn't it? Why in the name of The Queen was she bothering him now? He wasn't even entirely sure what time it was at the moment. The door swung open smoothly, and the crow peered out at the ferret with smoldering red eyes. "Guten taq, Vessatha... Ist zhere somethink you need?" |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 25, 2008 13:01:58 GMT -5
[[Tigs, I'm jumping out of posting order here for Wulfram, sorry XD]]
Vessatha just rose an eyebrow at his apparently foul mood. It really made her want to bait him, it really did--did he want a personal maid, perhaps one to prepare concoctions to help you with those hangovers?
But she knew better. It would amuse her for about two seconds until he replied, and then she would have reget having said anything.
The ferret quickly smoothed herself back down to her professional self. "Greetings, and yes. I have a girl looking for work, and I remember hearing something about you being in need of a personal maid. Do you still?" She inquired smoothly. "She appears to be competant, if a bit.. self-assured.. but if you are interested I'd like to set up an interview." She tilted her head, and waited for a reply.
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Post by Tigeress on Mar 25, 2008 16:41:17 GMT -5
The doe followed along at the brisk pace which seemed much easier for the ferret. She'd proabbly had a lot of practice covering ground in the palace at quick speeds in order to accomplish whatever tasks she did on a regular basis. Something Inca herself would soon have to perfect. In the meantime, she tried to focus on doors and corridors they passed, anything and anything that looked even passingly important. She'd probably be travelling through it all in due time. The thought excited her, and in her curious yet unattentive state, she almost walked into the Jack when she stopped in front of a door.
"Oh thank you, I'm sure it'll be absolutely fine, I grew up in a house with four siblings after all." She paused to listen to the rest of what the ferret had to say, perking at the mention of the kitchen and the interview notice. She could hardly wait for that. Dipping her head to show she understood, she accepted the key and let herself in when it seemed the ferret was ready to depart. Closing the door behind her, she was content to just relax and let everything sink in for a few hours. Eventually she'd probably break out of her bliss in time to get some food.
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Post by Kiki on Mar 25, 2008 19:26:13 GMT -5
Greenie, Kitty, Tigs and Vyn
receive 2 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Vyn on Mar 27, 2008 12:02:06 GMT -5
It was probably best that Vessatha left her quips to herself. Even her slight eyebrow raise was met with a challenging sneer and a raised brow of his own. Wulfram wasn't so hungover that he needed medicine to soothe his migraine, but he was definitely grumpy from his loss of sleep.
Whatever quip she'd been planning, however, didn't appear as important (or perhaps as interesting?) as whatever she'd come to tell him in the first place. Within moments she'd returned to that professional air. A little scuff might have been interesting, ah well.
"E personal maid?" He arched the brow that had only just smoothed down and offered Vessatha an incredulous look before glancing back into his suite. Alright, yeah... He still did, especially since Lenore didn't appear ready for the move. If she was decent enough at what she did, he could ignore some over confidence...or just break her a little. Whichever came first. "Ja, I still need one." He shrugged his lean shoulders. "Go ahet und set up ze interview, I'll see vat I sink auf her."
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Post by Greenie on Mar 27, 2008 14:39:47 GMT -5
Vessatha rose on her tiptoes and glanced over his shoulder at his suite when he looked around, and cringed a bit. Someone wasn't apt to clean often, was he? The ferret didn't care much for mess, but her suite was perpetually filthy, thanks to four growing children and a playful otter--she'd mostly given up that fight. Here, however, she could do something about it.
"Yes, you do, don't you?" She replied in the rhetoric, her face still carefully blank though she did want to snicker. "I'll send you a note for what time I'm sending her down," The ferret replied, then nodded in closure as she backed up in preparation to walk away.
Just before she took a step, she paused, and looked back. "I wouldn't suggest coming hungover, though, she's a bit talkative." With that, she spun back around and strode off down the hallway.
Inca wasn't talkative, not really--Vessatha just needed a good excuse to jab at Wulfram. It was so much fun sometimes..
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[[LUEGA.. dos dias!]]
Vessatha leaned against the doorframe of a room in a brightly lit but obscure hallway--she'd purposefully chosen an area of the palace that was little used just to see if Inca had done her job and properly explored. Wulfram, she knew, would have no problem getting down here, though she expected an odd look for it. She'd sent notes out to both of them stating the interview was today at 4pm, and at 10 too, neither were here, but she had nothing better to do than wait anyways.
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Post by Tigeress on Mar 27, 2008 15:50:42 GMT -5
Inca walked along at a fairly brisk pace, only getting lost once- minorly! But in her defence, there was something rather interesting on her mind. Her hand reached down and poked it once or twice as she walked along the halls, an 8 where only hours ago a 7 had been. She was either really supposed to be here and this was some kind of sign, or she was just really randomly lucky. Either way, something within her had decided she was ready to take the next step up. Curiously, she wondered what the ferret would think, or if she'd even notice.
She was pretty sure she was in the right place as she wandered down the rather obscure hallway, eventually finding a room with a door already open welcomingly. Well, it was either this room or she was going to be terribly late. She'd done a lot of searching around earlier, but after getting forcefully shooed away from a few places, she'd had to run wide circles around and her mental map had gotten twisted a little out of whack. But, it was a start, she knew some basic locations off by heart almost.
"Hello again, your Excellence, I'm sorry if I'm a bit early." She didn't have a watch on her, but she'd left almost a half hour before she was expected to arrive... just in case. In court life she assumed her idea of 'early' was probably actually 'right on time'. She didn't see anyone else in the room just yet, but she was a bit relieved to be honest. The idea of working for an honest to god royal amongst the court still gave her butterflies. They would probably be expecting a lot from her or any other maid they chose to employ, with power came the ability to be a hardass with high expectations, she'd noticed.
"Should I sit, or would you prefer I stood?" She glanced around the room, wondering how long they were going to be there. It was an interview, so probably a fair while.
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Post by Vyn on Mar 28, 2008 1:25:02 GMT -5
Sober, as Vessatha had requested, and well-rested to boot, Wulfram would appear within the room at exactly 4pm. He was not the sort to arrive fashionably early nor fashionably late, tightly punctual was more his style. Especially when he didn't fully care to arrive at all. A green mome curled around his shoulders like a scarf, watching everyone around them with dark eyes.
Stepping within the room, Wulfram's gaze swung over Vessatha and the new girl in turn, brow arched slightly. Inca would not know how accurate her assumptions of her possibly employer would turn out to be. A hardass with high expectations was very much accurate of him and Wulfram himself wasn't afraid to deny it. With power came a lot of things, that was one of his favorite aspects of it.
"Guten tag, Vessatha." He purred smoothly before his gaze fell finally on Inca. Interesting looking girl, wasn't she? For now Wulfram would simply wait and allow Vessatha to properly introduce them.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 28, 2008 16:22:32 GMT -5
Vessatha watched as the girl approached, and was a bit disappointed that she was on time. It was fun to razzle people for being late, but alas, not today. "Greetings," She replied with a nod. "Early means promptness, so you're fine. I would stand, if I were you, until His Excellency arrives," She suggested with a raised eyebrow.
The ferret wasn't surprised in the slightest that Wulfram arrived right at 4pm, as he was always the type to make as dramatic of an impression as possible, and gave him a "Greetings," as well. She followed him into the room and shut the door behind him, guesturing for him, but not Inca, to take a seet.
"Wulfram, this is Inca. Inca, His Excellency Wulfram." She waited for them to exchange words, if they were going to, then turned to the bird. "Would you prefer me to stay or leave?" Vessa really didn't care--she had a long list of things she could do in the time of an interview, but at the same time could easily do them later.
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Post by Tigeress on Mar 28, 2008 16:52:34 GMT -5
The girl smiled back uneasily, glad that the ferret seemed to be in less of a mood to pick on her. Not that she didn't mind it or didn't know how to take the humour, but she was genuinely almost sweating out of nervousness and now was not the time for anything to lower her confidence. She needed to look confident to fit in around here, after all. Her assumption that being early would be alright seemed to be correct, in fact, it seemed the Jack was even willing to compliment her on it.
She let out a bit of a breath and smiled her gratefulness, freezing up when she heard another voice outside. Was that a... man's voice? Oh... for some reason, she hadn't been expecting that, and it made fine buds of heat rise off her skin to sit under her fur. Well, if she hadn't been nervous before, she was now. Somehow, being a personal maid to a male member of the courts seemed so much more... important? Personal? Nerve-wracking? Probably a mix of all of the above.
When he walked into the room she was a bit relieved. His careful look-over of her was not sexual, he was very professional, and she appreciated that. Not that she'd been expecting all royals to be sleazy just because they had the power to have anything, or anyone, they wanted, but it had been a... minor concern brought on by rumours.
"Good afternoon, Your Excellence." She hadn't understood his greeting, and she wondered then if he would be cruel to her by speaking this language she wasn't familiar with, just to embarass her. Vessatha seemed to get the gist of some of it, so hopefully he only commonly used easy to catch on sentences, like greetings and the like. She had remained standing as instructed, but her knees felt a bit weak with the sudden knowledge that she was actually Here and this was actually Happening.
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