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Post by Vyn on Jan 16, 2009 14:57:50 GMT -5
Peasants. That's all the lot of them were: A pitiful rabble of fools, with heritages so mixed that they were a mockery of purity a debacle of what society should be. They disgusted Lucius, every one of them, and reminded him of exactly why he avoided lowering himself to venturing into these parts of the City. Sometimes, to his misery, such excursions were necessary. A well paying client wanted a play date with Inno... Here, where his wife wouldn't find out or something droll. Lucius had little else to do besides bunker down in a cafe' that was the least appalling of his choices and wait. Perhaps he'd even have some tea and, if the food didn't look too sub par, he might even get lunch. The Tulgey Serpent took a seat inside, his staff hooked on the edge of the table and shifted more fully into the sun. He did not want to be outside and risk having random strays approach him for money, but he refused to abandon the benefits of the warm afternoon either. When the waitress approached, Lucius gave her one forlorn look over and waved her away with one request. "A pot of Tulgey Red." This place looked high enough quality to serve such a blend and, aside from a stutter of nerves, the waitress said nothing to deny it as she ran off. At least this afternoon wasn't a complete waste.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 16, 2009 15:34:32 GMT -5
Good tea was hard to find. Xiven mused as she walked along the path filled with various people. She wasn't well known. She didn't inspire fear in the hearts of men. Right now she was okay with that. Maybe one day she would change it. Not for a while though. She liked having the quiet for now. Her ears twitched as the searched for interesting conversation. She heard the term "Tulgey Red" near by. Looking around for the source she spotted a pale and well dressed man. Ha. Men. At least he looked to have some level of superficial class. If she was lucky he would have a classy personality to match that. Cutting a path through people she stopped at the man's table with a smile on her face. "I hate to be a bothered, but I don't come to the Capital very often, might I have a seat with you? All the other tables are taken."
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Post by Vyn on Jan 16, 2009 15:52:08 GMT -5
Lucius did not expect to be approached now that he was inside by anyone except the waitress that had already come and gone but whom had not yet brought him his tea. The voice that hailed him, however, was not the waitress and was definitely not his tea coming to him of it's own accord.
The voice, at very least, belonged to what sounded like a well-bred female. Lucius had been proven wrong when making such assumptions before and turned a scornful eye upon the woman who had decided to disrupt his hate-filled contemplated of the City.
For once, he was pleasantly surprised.
Pure region, pure breed. Not a Tulgey, but interesting enough -- a freed Torque from the looks of it. Most interesting of all, however, was quite decidedly that she was also a Queen of Hearts. Titled? He wasn't sure, he hadn't bothered to follow politics of that matter while in The Wood. He was, however, quite curious as to what nobility might possibly have to offer that he didn't already have.
He inclined his head, sweeping a hand toward the seat. "If you must." Once she had taken the seat, he extended a gloved hand toward the feline. "I am Lucius, and you are?" His drawl was lofty and a bit disdainful, as if he'd gotten a bad taste in his mouth just from being in the City, but he was otherwise blandly cordial. "You're the first face card I've seen this afternoon, it's a pleasure."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 16, 2009 16:11:44 GMT -5
Oh he was quite the stuffy asshat, wasn't he? Xiven's lips twitched into a rather twisted looking smirk as she took a seat. She offered him her hand. "I'm Her Majesty Xiven. It's nice to meet you Mr. Lucius."
The woman couldn't help but emphasis the "mister" compared to the title. It just tickled her funny bone to rub her title in smug people's faces. The feline's tail twitched at his comment about other face cards. So what rank was he?
"Face cards are rather rare in the city. Most aren't willing to waste their time." She smiled as she looked at the man. Petting someone's ego was a fun game, even if she didn't do it often. "Which makes me wonder why someone of your class is doing here. Especially dressed the way you are."
Her tail twitched back and forward in anticipation.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 20, 2009 20:22:59 GMT -5
Her Majesty Xiven. Well, perhaps he'd over asserted his presence a little? The older card easily accepted Xiven's paw and he dipped his head to kiss it in the most gentlemanly manner he could assume.
There was nothing wrong with a little ass kissing when you'd gone over the line. Especially so with a member of the Esteemed Court of Hearts. "Your Majesty." He offered in way of an apology before releasing the woman's hand once more. "King, Lucius." Alas, not titled, but at least more of an equal than, say, a Jack or -- if she could have possibly mistaken him for one -- a 10 or lower.
"Simply waiting for my son to finish with his lessons, Private Tutor and all. Of course, it's best to look impeccable no matter the occasion." With a name like his, keeping reputations was just second nature. "And, may I ask, what occasion brings you out to the City?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 20, 2009 20:54:52 GMT -5
She smiled, though it was more of a smirk than anything else. Some people were thoroughly full of themselves, and he was one of them. It took all her will power to not to crack up.
"You're quite the noble even without a title," she commented lightly as she grinned. And if he ever got a title he would have a fantastic ego to match it. But if he wanted a title he probably would have gone for one already. He seemed well established enough.
"I just happened to be looking for a few things, and thought I would make a trip to get them myself. A day out never hurt anyone." Xiven really did enjoy the few times that she could get away from the palace as rare as it was. She ran into all sorts of interesting characters out here. The waitress finally came with the tea, and Xiven made an order for herself.
She was going to stick around for a while.
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Post by Vyn on Jul 3, 2009 20:48:01 GMT -5
While a title was something he'd considered once or twice, it was never anything that he felt the need to actively pursue. After all, he had all the status and wealth he desired in The Wood that he didn't need to bother himself with the politics of Outsiders... Though, it would be a more worthy sort of Outsider at least.
"Why thank you, Your Majesty."
He grinned a little, intrigued by the feline -- he'd always been intrigued by mammals, such soft creatures. For all that he felt serpents were superior, there was still a pleasure in the warm fur of a feline or canine. And then the waitress finally arrived with his tea and Lucius began pouring himself a cup of the Tulgey Red. It would never be as good as the brew from within the region itself, but it was better than most of the brews they offered out in the Capital.
"It is often best to do such things for yourself, if only because others are rarely reliable enough to do so much as 'Fetch'." Lucius constantly learned this the hard way. Servants, assistants... He didn't care what they were, they were all incompetent.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 8, 2009 19:57:30 GMT -5
A smirk cross the feline's face. What a horribly amusing man. It was nice to deal with someone who clearly had quite a bit of elitism floating around in their head. And of course her being "just a Torquehelm" made things all the more interesting.
Her tail twitched in anticipation. "Yes. It's an absolute shame that people are so bloody incompetent. It's quite difficult to find anyone to do simple errands correctly. Though I can't imagine you use that man servants to do your errands. You seem to be the type to have what you need at your fingertips all the time."
It was only a wild guess. She could only assume that he had enough money to throw around in such a manner. Of course, that was just judging from the size of his ego. Which was quite clear with every word he uttered. She could only wonder what type of animal he was.
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