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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 29, 2008 12:41:17 GMT -5
Well now that that was settled.
"What should we do now?" He asked Dre, nudging her forehead playfully and gently with his nose. Thinking on it he could not really think of anything to do. Though as he thought on it he figured he should probably introduce her to his father. Aderlass would be just as phased to know that one of Shinrai's spawn had spawn as well. His Majesty was likely to never hear the end of teasing if he knew his father.
Looking to the Ace he raised an eyebrow. "You have a problem with Mr. Psychotic?" He asked, his tone growling only slightly. Though the Ace did have a point. It would probably do them all good to leave the winged-mix to sleep.
That decided he walked out of the room, once again pulling Dre along with him. Seeing a guard nearby he signaled for him. "No one is to go in there but His Majesty or His Highness" He informed the guard.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 13:02:09 GMT -5
Drostan's ears flattened unhappily, especially since Dre took his chastening in stride. She still seemed unaware that he had never spoken, but now it became clear that she'd let Iggy punish him as the mouse hybrid saw fit. The Ace grumped and muttered under his breath, but he made certain to not say anything so loud that he would be overheard again.
Dre thought about his question for her even as they went out to the hallway and spoke with the guard. She waited until he had instructed the man and then announced happily, "We should go have tea."
With that said, she tugged on his hand and led the way towards the kitchens. The kitchen staff already seemed to know her and one of the cooks immediately put on a kettle of water. The woman greeted them by name as she settled them quite comfortably at a table in the middle of the kitchen.
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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 29, 2008 14:57:42 GMT -5
Tea? She wanted to have tea? Why tea?
Even as he mentally complained he easily let her take over leading, following faithfully making it seem like they were going for a small stroll. Reaching the kitchen he raised an eyebrow at how easily they handled her. So she had been here before?
Many of the servants were more then a little surprised to see the Club King among them. Iggy did not usually make his presence here known, unless it was to cause chaos or relieve stress, instead sending servants for anything he might need or want.
After being greeted and show to their seat he easily took the one across from Dre. Resting his elbow on the table, making a fist and then rested his chin on that. Watching her he asked, "So, I take it that you come here often?"
He hoped the added a little alcohol to his. Straight up tea was never worth drinking.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 15:16:40 GMT -5
Dre smiled winningly at the man yet again as she settled in her chair and almost magically a plate of scones and muffins seemed to appear on the table, though the servants were careful to serve from closer to the woman than closer to the King of Clubs. After a bit, the kettle was brought over as well as a variety of teas, coffees and, thankfully for Iggy, even alcohol.
The Highlander mix made two cups of tea, keeping one and placing the other-- saucer and all-- on the floor where Drostan could reach it easily. He sat back on his haunches and took a sip with a small sigh. She passed down a blueberry muffin to him as well, which he took very daintily.
"Wot do you prefer, Ignatius?" Dierdre asked politely, preparing to serve him as well as soon as she knew what he wanted.
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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 29, 2008 15:52:52 GMT -5
After everything had been delivered and the servant left to do whatever it was that she did, he reached across and nabbed one of the scones.
Watching as she made two cups, placing one before her Ace and keeping the other for herself, he admired how smoothly and gracefully her movements were. Everything she did was like a small dance. It made him feel a little bulky being around her.
He was just starting wonder if she was going to make his as well or if she was going to leave him to his own devices when she asked what he would want. After finishing off the scone he had stolen he replied, "I will take the raspberry tea with a few drops of alcohol".
After she had passed it to him he gave a nod of his head in thanks. Grabbing up another scone he waited for his tea mixture to cool off a little before taking a sip.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 16:06:15 GMT -5
Dierdre was quite pleased with Iggy's choice, making a mental note of his preferences so that she could prepare things swiftly for him later. She took her own scone, buttering it as the servants began to walk around them and go about their business. Occasionally one or another would check to make sure they didn't need anything, but they would never dare interrupt the conversation.
After she had herself nicely settled, she twitched her wings and regarded the handsome man across from her. So far, the day had been going well and for this she was quite pleased. A glance reassured her that Drostan was happily ensconced-- for once happily-- near her feet and she smiled at Iggy.
"How long will he sleep?" she asked curiously. Her uncle didn't really seem like a man who would take well to a forced nap and she thought it'd be quite interesting once he re-awoke.
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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 29, 2008 16:17:08 GMT -5
He gave a small shrug. "Depends really. Sometimes he will be out for only a few minutes, sometimes hours, sometimes most of the day. I would imagine that he will sleep for an hour or so before he awakes again. What sort of state he will be in then is not really one to be predicted"
Sitting back he took the sip of his tea. It was quite heavenly, a cup of tea that he definitely could drink again. The bitter taste of tea without sugar and the burn of the alcohol was just what he needed.
Brushing off the topic of his Brother he turned a question on her. "So tell me. What is your opinion on the Suit of Clubs?" He was interested to see what she thought, if she was like all the other Hearts or a little more opened minded.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 16:24:41 GMT -5
Dre hrmed against her tea cup at this information. She doubted the other King would be very pleased when he woke up, but she rather had the impression that Uncle Se was very often unhappy with everyone and everything.
Dierdre tilted her head curiously, however at his next question. She didn't have to see him with his suit and the tattoos on his hands to know that this was a very important question to the man. She set her cup on the table, though her hands still rested on the fine porcelain.
"In my clan," she began quietly. "There has never been a black dancer. We had a Spade once, but he could not keep up with us. They say in the Highland Hills that it's rare for a Black to be anything like a Red; they say that the Blacks cannot compete because Reds are just that much better."
Drostan shifted beneath the table, red eyes flicking towards Iggy's knees since he was too far under it to actually see the man's face.
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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 29, 2008 16:46:41 GMT -5
He accepted her answer with a straight face, slowly nodding his head once.
"Be that as it may be said." He replied, before leaning his head to the side. "However, you did not answer my question."
He was interested to see what she thought of the Black Suit. From her previous answer he took into account that she had apparently never really spent time around the 'lesser' suit. Having been raised by Elias and grown up around The Queen of Hearts and his fist of spawn he was well aware of the opinions. From experience though, he knew that there were also Hearts who could not stand up in comparison to some of the Clubs he knew.
Considering how strongly his father felt on the topic as well, he was a little concerned if her opinion of him and his would cause tension.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 16:51:41 GMT -5
Dierdre tilted her head the other direction at him, golden eyes slightly distant as she thought about how to answer. "Is my opinion not abundantly clear?" she asked back, though there was still a gentle smile on her face. She wasn't offended at all by his questions; this was obviously something that meant a great deal to him. She could not fault him for caring so deeply about the subject.
"The Spade who could not make it was still a much better dancer than most of the Reds who came to watch us. I think my clan was undercutting our own abilities whilst incorrectly brushing off those of others." She leaned closer so she could very gently bump the end of her beak to his nose. "You may not be a singer or a dancer of my calibre, but you are still a wonderful artist." And that meant a great deal more to her than wotever was placed on his chest.
Drostan rolled his eyes again, considering muttering under his breath but after Iggy's last scolding, he didn't want to get any further attention from that particular sector.
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