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Post by Greenie on Jul 25, 2009 23:49:57 GMT -5
Hearts were bitchy people. Vessatha had known this for quite some time, but had been enjoying the past ten or twenty years in Spades where she had contact with them no more than once or twice a decade if she was lucky. That being said, she wasn't relishing taking on the delegated duty of trooping over to Hearts to figure out what the bloody mothereffing hell was going on with the lot of them. No one was going to give her a straight answer, regardless of her rank, which meant she'd have to get as close to the source as possible and hope she didn't run into any overblown egos. She'd heard it was possible for ranked Hearts to be nice people, but was waiting to see it to believe it. The ferret managed to get into the grounds without much of a problem simply by presenting her papers and posing as a regular diplomat. No need for them to know the King of Spades was skulking around.. that would be asking to get locked up in a cell and questioned about Spade motives, judging by the amount of creepy disfigured crazy men she was seeing. Vessatha got into the building and leaned against a wall, people watching for someone to latch onto for directions. There had to be one easily intimidated scullery maid around... |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 26, 2009 0:03:14 GMT -5
It probably wasn't entirely fair of Apocalypse to hang around the guard post, but bothering Alaster shamelessly was his favorite past-time, and he'd gotten through enough of his work that he felt he deserved a nice break. What he hadn't been expecting was for a woman from the Spades court to show some papers for a half a second and then stomp around inside. After excusing himself, he decided he would follow her, keeping just out of range of her vision, the grin on his face getting wider the more he watched. What the hell was she playing at, exactly? He hadn't been in his position as King for very long, but one of the first tasks he'd undertaken was to ensure he was familiar with the Cards who currently held important titles in the Courts - and he couldn't help but think to himself about how similar this King of Spades looked to his mental image of The King of Spades. When she leaned against the wall, he walked closer, hands jammed in his pockets and his best and toothiest smile on his face. " Excuse me, Your Highness," he called out in a good-natured sort of voice, trying to keep his amusement to a minimum. " Are you looking for some assistance, or would you rather I pretended I didn't see you skulking around?" |
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Post by Greenie on Jul 26, 2009 0:10:39 GMT -5
Vessatha contentedly lounged against the rather nicely caulked wall and scoped out potential victims of the 'oh deary me I'm lost in big ol' Hearts, you couldn't possibly direct me to the most convenient and unbusy King could you?' sham. Except it wasn't completely a sham. She did need a King, but could care less of how convenient or busy they were.
At the abrupt voice and present her gaze snapped to his, her expression smooth for one lone risen brow. It was too bad she didn't have her human form and couldn't easily disguise her rank.. and that there was no real reason for a King to be in Hearts unless they were royalty.
"Depends," She said with a shrug, the corners of her mouth twitching. Her eyes briefly dropped to the K on his shirt-less chest, sparking her interest. "Do Hearts Kings generally go shirtless, or are you merely stalking me for the fun of it?" Vessatha had to give him props. She hadn't been there long, and he'd spotted her right away.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 26, 2009 0:30:35 GMT -5
Huh, she was a pretty thing. Kahmdens weren't exactly something Apocalypse had seen many of, but the scarlet of her fur was lovely. Especially against her white dress-thing. Briefly, he couldn't help but feel amused as he took in the full picture, and her comment about his clothing only helped the situation.
"One might say they go shirtless as often as do Spades Kings." he replied, leaning against the wall, head inclined to the side as he nodded to her skirts. "The stalking was for fun, though, it's been a slow day and I've never seen a noble such as yourself scoot against a wall quite like you did."
He tossed his hair out of his face, one brow raising slightly. At least she was a Spade... It was something he told himself rather frequently, but it was almost always true. Rather abruptly, he straightened. "So, what is it that has brought you here? And was there a purpose to your sneaking, or is it more of a repressed childhood desire to be a spy shining through as you head to a meeting with a different one of our nobles?" Since, after all, she wasn't scheduled to be meeting with himself or Xiven, and he certainly hoped she wasn't meeting with Se. Dead nobles from any Suit was never good news.
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Post by Greenie on Jul 26, 2009 0:40:47 GMT -5
Vessatha couldn't help but take in exactly how pale the man was, especially since his skin practically blended in with the white brick beside them. If he went naked he'd be practically invisible... now there was a thought. If they painted Spades entirely red, she wouldn't be seen! Too bad that would never fly with Donnie.
"This particular Spades King isn't human, so therefore has no need for shirts. Not to mention they're constricting to the female form.. my girls need freedom." Absently a hand ran through the gentle cotton of her skirt. It was for practicality rather than femininity that she wore it, but she rather fancied it made her butt look a wee bit bigger than it actually was. "A slow day in Hearts? Interesting. Why thank you. I'm a good scooter, if I do say so myself. I don't blend in here quite as much as you and your white skin do though, I imagine, making my scooting mostly useless, if fun." The ferret shrugged and looked upward briefly. Stalking was much less fun when she was being watched, that was for sure.
"My sneaking always has a purpose. And it wasn't so much sneaking, more of avoiding anyone who likes to cut off limbs of unannounced Spades. Though the repressed childhood longing takes a close second. Professional ninja-ing always sounded like fun." She gave him a brief toothy grin, then smoothed it down to a professional level. "I was planning on conning someone into leading me to a King's office and planting my booty on their chair until they gave me the scoop on the hodown that's been happening here, but since you conveniently caught me sneaking, why don't you just lead me to your office and we'll skip the conning phase entirely?"
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 26, 2009 1:26:15 GMT -5
"I am also human, and it goes without saying that I've got no need for a shirt. You noticed yourself the advantage I have in going without one," he said, sounding vaguely amused. This was a surprisingly fun Spade. Really, with her biting wit and the way she was tossing sarcasm right back at him, he would have placed her as either a Diamond or another Heart, but the coal-black-on-red was impossible to ignore. Ah, well, he'd make do and tread the waters a bit. "I can't help but hope that you retain your fashion sense even in human form. You'd certainly turn heads."
He crossed his arms over his chest, finding his grin widening slightly. Hah. See how she responded to that one. This was always the most entertaining part, testing the proverbial waters.
"I can cut off limbs. I don't even discriminate based on Suit." Apocalypse replied suddenly, his expression going quite serious for a moment, mirroring her attempt at professionalism. He couldn't keep the smirk away for long, sadly. "I can also do that, though I must say, I don't usually bring women into my room to con me into discussing His Majesty, if you catch my meaning. Might be a refreshing change of pace." Ever the gentleman, he extended an arm for her, an eyebrow quirked as his lip slid back slightly, bringing the fang back into the smirk. "This way, Your Highness."
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Post by Greenie on Jul 26, 2009 1:36:00 GMT -5
She pointedly moved her gaze from his, down to his chest, and back up. "I'm wondering what color your blood is, you're so pale. If you consider it an advantage, well, all the power to you. Red's more my color than white." She held her red hand up to the wall, enjoying how it seemed all the more brighter against the muted color.
Vessatha rose an eyebrow at his comment and glanced down at her skirt. "With or without the clothing? My fashion sense is limited to knowledge of kitchen aprons and windbreakers, so if your idea of fashionable is a woman in a trenchcoat, well..." She shrugged, smirking. She'd always wondered what she'd look like as a human, but had only recently begun seriously contemplating attaining it. They were so.. flimsy. Cold. Pale. She had yet to see a human with red skin.
The ferret met his gaze, her brow raised. "Good to know we're on a level playing field. I'd hate to lose a hand because my K's not red." She paused, smirked again. "But then again, if it were red, it would blend in with my fur."
She took his arm with a graceful nod, finding the whole encounter strangely entertaining. "It's not a con, remember. I didn't have to trick some poor worker into thinking I was a green Jack testing the diplomatic waters." She sighed once, just for the loss of that opportunity. It would have been fun. "But I'm always up for changing people's paces. If it gets too boring around here for your poor pale self, just call Spades and I'm sure we can send someone colorful over to entertain you." She matched his fangy smirk with a toothy one.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 26, 2009 2:14:33 GMT -5
When her furry arm slid into his, he glanced at her with another grin. She was quite a bit taller than he was, but being a bipedal ferret more than explained that fact. They likely made quite a sight, pale human and vividly red biped, arm in arm as they made their way down the halls towards his room. "Kitchen aprons... Well, I've never seen it pulled off as well as I'd like, but I won't discount anything until I've tried it. A trenchcoat?" he rolled the thought around, jutting a lip forward as he considered it. "With or without anything beneath? That changes quite a lot, as I'm sure you'd understand."
Up a set of stairs, down another hall. "I'm just saying, if you feel like you're missing out, we could do a bit of roleplaying." hah, mysterious woman, eat that bit of innuendo! He paused in front of the doorway, rubbing at his chin for a finger. "That's an enticing offer, I must admit, but I'm not sure I could handle any more color than yourself, as much as it does fit you nicely." To say the very least. He opened the door, waiting for her to enter, then cleared his throat as he slipped behind the desk.
Considering his completely nude torso, the businesslike expression on his face might seem slightly out of place. He folded his hands in front of himself as he looked up at her, lacing his fingers together. "Please, sit down, Your Highness." he said, indicating the empty seat. "I am the King of Her Majesty Xiven, Apocalypse. How might I be of service today?" Then, he grinned broadly.
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Post by Greenie on Jul 26, 2009 12:25:47 GMT -5
She mentally snickered herself over the difference in height, but that was nothing new. Ferrets, especially tall ones like herself, tended to tower over just about everyone. Vessatha generally found it to be an asset that everyone had to look up to meet her gaze.
"Kitchen aprons." She repeated affirmatively. "Good for keeping clean and scaring children with. As for the trenchcoat.." The ferret gave him a disgusted look. "Without, of course. I'm offended you'd suggest I'd ruin a perfectly good trenchcoat by putting clothing underneath it. Who raised you, Yarrows?" She sniffed heavily in mock disapproval, then rose an eyebrow and poked his arm with her other hand. "Why exactly do you go shirtless?"
At the suggestion of roleplaying, she shrugged slightly. "Roleplaying... I'm an expert at roleplaying, but why I would want to pretend to be a Heart when I can be entertained by one is beyond me." Vessatha gave him a sly look, fully enjoying the banter and all the implications that went with it. She'd forgotten exactly how much fun it was to be around people that had no real idea who you were. "No more color? You obviously haven't met my Queen." Donnie was the personification of the word, both physically and personality-wise.
She followed him through the room, pausing at the doorway to look over the aesthetics of it. As he sat she took one of the rather comfy chairs, and stared at him and his ever-naked chest bemusedly. Now this was something you'd never find in Spades. The ferret started to answer, then stopped, and reconsidered what he'd called himself. "Apocalypse? As in the massively doomed out and explosive end of the world, or my mother liked long sadistic names?" Vessatha asked with a quirked eyebrow and a small grin.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 27, 2009 2:03:43 GMT -5
"Not Yarrows," the man replied quickly, the briefest hint of anxiety creeping into his tone. He smoothed it over as quickly as he could manage, but Heilyn's warnings had certainly left him with a dose of respect for the brightly-toned women. Really, it was a shame that he was allergic to him and that they'd likely hate him. They were gorgeous, from what he'd seen so far. "Are you kidding? My dick is too big and my chest is too flat. I wouldn't last a day in the company of a fine Yarrow mother."
The next question was a much more interesting one, and Apocalypse found hismelf grinning. The answer was simple, but the fun he could have in the process was what made it entertaining. "Why not? No, I don't like the feeling of cloth. If I could get away with it, I wouldn't wear these, either." one thumb went down and hooked the top of his pants, pulling it out and dropping it, letting it snap against his body and then patting his thigh. "I didn't even wear them, once apon a time. Then my ex threatened to lock me in a closet."
He said this in an entirely cheerful tone. Oh, fond memories of Rhiannon. Granted, he had turned himself back into a scythe out of spite, so being locked in a small room wouldn't have been such a big deal. Still, though.
In regards to his name, Apocalypse made a face. He quite liked his name, truth be told, and hated how rarely it was that anyone bothered to actually call him by it. This was the first time anyone had pointed out how strange it was, however, and so he figured he'd need to give her something else. "Bit of both, actually. You can just call me Pale, everyone else and their bloody mothers do." his gaze flicked back to hers, and he paused for a moment. "And while I'm glad to be so entertaining, there is business that needs to be taken care of, am I correct?"
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