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Post by Athelrush on Jul 28, 2004 16:07:13 GMT -5
*he whimpers, dazed from the blow.*
My lord...they said...one was blonde...the other brown...Elves...sisters they looked like...please...it's the truth...
*he whimpers on in the same vein, repeating himself until he runs out of breath.*
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Jul 28, 2004 16:10:40 GMT -5
*he whimpers, dazed from the blow.* My lord...they said...one was blonde...the other brown...Elves...sisters they looked like...please...it's the truth... *he whimpers on in the same vein, repeating himself until he runs out of breath.* *Jingzu's red eyes narrow.* I want a full and accuarate description. Now.
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Post by Athelrush on Jul 28, 2004 16:14:56 GMT -5
Yes my lord.
*he goes through the appearances of Elanor and Eirien, describing them pretty accurately. Slow going, since he's still whimpering, but he gets there in the end.*
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Jul 28, 2004 16:21:29 GMT -5
Yes my lord. *he goes through the appearances of Elanor and Eirien, describing them pretty accurately. Slow going, since he's still whimpering, but he gets there in the end.* *Jingzu makes a mental note of the descriptions and frowns, vaguely recognizing them. The anger in his eyes doesn't fade in the slightest, however, and he runs the blade very lightly down the Human's face, leaving a faint cut.* If you ever make a mistake like this again, Human... *He cuts a little deeper at the base of the jaw.* ...I swear you will regret it. *Jingzu stands and sheathes his blade, teleporting back to the Athelrush house.*
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Post by Athelrush on Jul 28, 2004 16:26:56 GMT -5
*he lies on the ground some longer, before slowly getting up and walking off to his office. He doesn't seem to be paying much attention to the cut on his face or the blood, or to see anybody around him. The staff watches him walk off, but don't approach him, too scared by Jingzu's words and reputation to want to be associated with Lever. He should have known better.*
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Post by Alferizar Si'tyel on Sept 4, 2004 18:27:08 GMT -5
/She enters and stands, waiting to be adressed. Some of the gentlemen glance at her, curiously. She ignores them./
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Post by Athelrush on Sept 4, 2004 18:41:04 GMT -5
*Alferizar gets approached by Lotharius Karinan, the new maƮtre d'. He's a small, dapper man in his mid-forties, with thinning red hair and light-brown eyes. He bows.*
How can we be of service, miss?
*Nothing in his gesture indicates she's particularly welcome, but he recognises money when he sees it, and she seems to be very well-off.*
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Post by Alferizar Si'tyel on Sept 4, 2004 18:59:26 GMT -5
/She gives the man a proud stare./
Lady Si'tyel, not miss. I require a room and a meal.
/It's an order, not even a request./
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Post by Athelrush on Sept 4, 2004 19:23:51 GMT -5
Certainly lady Si'tyel. This way, please.
*He guides her to a seat, sending a waiter over for her order, and another to prepare one of the few rooms they have available.
As Alferizar walks in, the gentlemen begin to whisper to one another. A woman, on her own, more or less. The shamelessnes of females these days!*
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Post by Alferizar Si'tyel on Sept 4, 2004 19:37:13 GMT -5
/She sits down, leaning her staff against the chair, and orders a light meal from the waiter. She ignores the talking around her. She hasn't come here for any of them, they can all visit the Hells as far as she's concerned. She takes out her book, and reads while waiting for her meal./
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Post by Athelrush on Sept 4, 2004 19:57:58 GMT -5
*the meal's served quickly, season-vegetables and scalloped pork. At the same time Alferizar's informed her room's ready.*
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Post by Alferizar Si'tyel on Sept 4, 2004 20:06:58 GMT -5
/She accepts the meal and the information, nodding slightly to show she understands. She eats her meal in silence, her book put away wherever she got it from, before retiring to her room./
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Post by Athelrush on Sept 4, 2004 20:14:43 GMT -5
*Her room's up the stairs, which are hidden in the back. Divine Delights doesn't really cater to those who need a place to stay, and the rooms they have reflect this.
The room itself is done in the same dark oak as the bar below, with no accents to lighten the place up. There's a large and very comfortable bed taking up most of the space. To the side there's a small cupboard, a dresser and a chair vying for the rest of the space.*
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Post by Alferizar Si'tyel on Sept 4, 2004 20:19:25 GMT -5
/Hmm, passable. Hardly what she'd expected, but it'll do. She gets ready for bed and crawls under the covers, quicly falling asleep, seeing his face in her dreams./
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Post by Alferizar Si'tyel on Sept 5, 2004 9:31:42 GMT -5
/She rises, dressing carefully, employing a spell or two to do up her hair. She sits down in the chair, balancing her spell-book on her belly while she studies./
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