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Post by Greenie on Mar 13, 2008 19:33:10 GMT -5
Dysthymia blinked up at him, but shrugged when the man said nothing further of interest. He knew when his conversation was no longer wanted, and would shut up as was appropriate. The boy purposefully strayed a few feet behind his mother and Wulfram once his conversatino had concluded--he had no wish to be around his mother more than really necessary, and if the Tulgey wanted to talk to him, he'd turn around or something. Not to mention he had the option of escape if Vessatha couldn't see him..
Vessatha's brow rose a bit when she was suddenly addressed again--she'd been a bit lost in her own thoughts. "I am doing well, thank you, and yourself?" The ferret was really keeping a bit of a cold at bay, and so was more crabbier and prone to snapping than usual, but it was hardly polite conversation.
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Post by Kiki on Mar 14, 2008 8:44:59 GMT -5
Greenie and Vyn receive 1 token 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 20, 2008 11:08:41 GMT -5
Despite having met briefly before, Wulfram knew little of Vessatha. Previously she'd been cut off and anxious around him, unable to understand his accent through his frustration, and the meeting had gone in a generally sour direction despite her assistance.
He didn't honestly care, she hadn't insulted him outright and he held no lasting grudge. What did linger on the back of his mind, was the appealing sight of weakness in her eyes but it didn't appear to be there any longer.
She held herself like a proper Jack, held a good example before her son, and generally seemed much more comfortable in her own skin and in his presence. That was something he could appreciate.
"Vell enough." The crow's reply was absent, but his eyes remained sharply studious. "Heff you been vorking here long, Vessatha?" He tilted a red orb down to peer at Dysthymia, keeping an eye on the boy that had quickly fallen quiet.
Obedient little thing, wasn't he? Or was that just the image he showed for his mother?
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Post by Greenie on Mar 21, 2008 16:52:34 GMT -5
Vessatha paused mentally to calculate how long it had been since she'd taken her Jack quest. The children had been a few years old, and they were now about six. "Several years," She shrugged noncommitally, "About four, I believe." The ferret had never been one for keeping a calendar nor remembering specific dates in times; she could always recall events, but it took more effort to remember when they had happened.
It took a few minutes for Mia to notice Wulfram's gaze upon him, and when he did, he simply met it smoothly, his head tilted in curiosity. Why was this man so interested in him? Yes, his fur was pink, yes, he had strange bindings, but his mother had fur just as pink as his and bindings were all over the place.
Really, must he stare? The longer the man watched him, the more dramatically his chances for escape dropped!
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 28, 2008 18:02:50 GMT -5
Lysaras moved quickly down the hall, gnawing at her lip. Someone to send on a diplomatic mission regarding the status of trade? She knew nothing about trade...and she got the sinking feeling that Varestes didn't either... They had records...but it didn't mean she understood it any better...oh for the life of her she wished she weren't Queen... She had gotten the letter in the mail only a few days ago...but she needed to send someone out now...otherwise... She swallowed hard. She didn't know the Hearts King...Bernard...but she had heard he was an especially talented mage...and the Uncle to the late Serafino... Her stomach clenched and she felt ill, her face falling into a rather pitiful grimace. That man...she was glad he was dead... That was the deciding factor though...she couldn't bear to see this man...this King was probably just as hateful as his nephew...she would have to send someone else... She rounded the corner and nearly ran two people over. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. Vessatha, Wulfram." |
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Post by Vyn on Mar 30, 2008 21:23:15 GMT -5
Wulfram nodded absently, pleasantly distracted but also bordering on boredom. He doubted he had much in common interest with this ferret and he didn't entirely enjoy the prospect of an afternoon playing pleasantries. His head was too full of other things. Well, if nothing else, he was glad the little torque mix behind them was pink and not purple, that way he wouldn't have to remember Lenore so fully when he saw the child.
"E goot vhile zen." He nodded casually, and when he turned around get he -- nearly ran straight into The Queen of Spades.
He quickly pulled his attention from the ferret child and bowed slightly to The Queen. "Your Majesty." It had taken a bit of work, but he could say the title fluidly without too much emphasis on his accent. He titled a head, red orbs piercing but not unkind. Why was he surrounded by Torques today when they were the last thing he wanted to think of? "You seem flustered...ist somethink ze matter?"
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Post by Greenie on Apr 4, 2008 19:44:37 GMT -5
Vessatha replied with a short, "Mmhm," Then lapsed into silence as well, though hers had quickly fallen onto her list of things she needed to do today once she got Dysthymia out of her hair and away from Wulfram. Make sure the kitchens were cleaned (and check behind the damn stove), discreetly follow one of the maids that suspiciously went to the bathroom at the same time every day, get a snack.. it just kept coming.
She nearly ran into Lysaras, as did Wulfram, but backtracked as soon as she realised exactly how close they were. What was with her informal encounters with the Queen starting with them nearly toppling each other over?
Vessatha curtseyed, then rose an eyebrow at Lysaras. "Are you okay?" She asked at the same time as Wulfram accidentally.
Dysthymia had begun snickering under his breath the instant the pair nearly collided with the Queen, and had to take a moment to collect himself before he could bow and murmur, "Your Majesty," though he doubted she'd hear him with the other two blabbering questions all over.
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Post by Nathalia on Apr 9, 2008 17:21:50 GMT -5
"I, oh, no, Wulfram...I'm fine...just a bit...out of it, I suppose." She gave the Jack a hasty nod and smiled to Vessatha.
Oh lords...they could both see right through her, couldn't they?
She steepled her fingers lightly and looked at the floor.
"Well...actually, you two...if you have the time, I do need a little assistance."
She wasn't sure how they would react but...only one way to find out, she couldn't go...and that was that.
"I'm in need of two people who would be willing to travel to the Court of Clubs for trade line recognitions. They'll be meeting with the King of Hearts and the Queen of Clubs there to discuss the matter, I'm told. I...I'm unable to go and I was hoping that perhaps the two of you...might be able to go?"
She hoped they would be able to manage, she didn't know who else to ask...Varestes probably wouldn't deign to go...he didn't like work and she hadn't even seen him much lately...
Lords...what to do?
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Post by Vyn on Apr 27, 2008 9:36:02 GMT -5
Wulfram bowed his head a little in acceptance to her words, though his sharp eyes never once left her. He wouldn't push at her panic but he also wasn't about to pretend it didn't exist. He could see right through her, he imagined anyone could at this point.
His lean form tensed briefly at the words 'you two' and 'assistance' as he quickly realized he was probably about to be forced to stay in this ferret's company for longer than he liked. Damnable. Wulfram was not the sort to work in groups. Her explanation only made it worse. He would have to arrange for one of his associates to tend to Lenore.
When Lysaras was done explaining, he gaze swung abruptly to fall upon Vessatha. Would she be willing to go? Verdammter Mist! The problem with the pursuit of power was the need to find the current power's favor. It just made things so much easier. "Of course I would be able to go, Your Majesty."
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Post by Greenie on Jul 24, 2008 20:58:04 GMT -5
[[Crap! Hey, guess what, it's MY POST. Lol, good think I checked...]]
Vessatha blinked at her, the eyebrow still risen, and could only wonder what was going on when Lysaras steepled her hands and abruptly looked at the floor. Whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant for the Queen, which meant there was a good chance she wasn't going to like it either.
She kept her face as blank as possible while she waited for the actual request, and could only blink once, hard, as she assimilated what she'd just been asked. Traveling? Awesome. Representing the Court? She could do that. Work with Wulfram? That, now, was what might be a problem. He'd already agreed, though, and she really did want to go--so his presence bedamned, she was going. "I'd love to, Majesty. When do you need us to leave?"
Dysthymia was quite qued into the conversation, and was already working out how to sneak into his mother's luggage without her knowledge, and how he was going to feed himself in that timeframe. He had no idea how far away the Court of Clubs was, but it couldn't be more than a few hours.. right? Right.
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