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Post by Rumerin on Apr 23, 2004 15:18:21 GMT -5
I hope you keep tormenting him for a bit longer. A very long bit in fact.
*Shrugs*
I don't know. Just a little something my gut feeling tells me he knows and might have mentioned to me. I will be paying him a visit later on.
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Post by The Council on Apr 23, 2004 15:24:36 GMT -5
I hope you keep tormenting him for a bit longer. A very long bit in fact. *Shrugs* I don't know. Just a little something my gut feeling tells me he knows and might have mentioned to me. I will be paying him a visit later on. -Thiska grins.- I'm going to torment him until he gives up.
-Thiska stands and kisses Rum on the cheek.- Ok. I won't detain you any longer, busy man that you are. See you later Rum. Stay safe.-She teleports away.- |
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 23, 2004 15:29:05 GMT -5
That is to say, forever. He'll never give up. Tysh cdippunh eteud.
*Raises an eyebrow at the kiss, never quite getting used to this*
You too, Thiska.
*He thinks a while longer, then disappears himself*
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Post by Rumerin on May 9, 2004 4:33:57 GMT -5
*He works away in his office, reading reports and giving out orders. He updates a few files.*
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Post by Rumerin on May 11, 2004 2:16:12 GMT -5
*After reading the reports on the starved elfwoman in the slums, which doesn't strike him as too interesting at the moment, the tall master of the Nightshades walks to the window and looks outside. He can see the posters on the wall opposite his fine building. As of yet, his people have been ordered to leave the man alone. Rewards tend to go up with some time, and the past few days have proved him right in this. And one doesn't strike until the time is right and the reward is high. He ponders something, then pushes a button on his desk. Downstairs in one of the offices a bell rings, summoning its occupant to the boss. Rumerin turns back to the window. It's a dreary day, but he doesn't mind. He wonders about what to do with those soldiers. They have kept a low profile, which makes it harder to act against them. He stands there for a while, until there is a knock on the door. He bids the visitor enter- Eiliant steps in. The young elf bows respectfully*
You called me, sir?
I did. About this Nero, we do know where he is, don't we?
*Eiliant nods*
He's in the Evensong.
Have you given the innkeeper her orders? Do so.
*They have a brief conversation about orders, people and business, after which Eiliant leaves again. Rumerin sits down and takes up a few files that demand his immediate attention. He looks over the report from the watch he's set on the new Planeswalker, but nothing significant seems to have happened. He turns to other matters*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 11, 2004 10:38:38 GMT -5
She entered the hallway, looking for a moment around her and calculating how much it must have cost. She sniffed inwardly, not very much impressed with the mental result, and stood waiting.
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Post by Rumerin on May 11, 2004 10:42:03 GMT -5
*An aged, not exactly very thin human man with an apathetic look about him walks into the hallway from one of the offices*
How can I help you, ma'am?
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 11, 2004 10:50:07 GMT -5
She looked at the man.
Yes, I would like to join the corporation.
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Post by Rumerin on May 11, 2004 10:52:38 GMT -5
Do you now? Do you have an interest in import and export, ma'am?
*He examines her*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 11, 2004 11:05:00 GMT -5
Silly humans with their silly games. The entire city knew, and still they tried to hide it like this. She didn't show her thoughts, but just smiled at the man.
More interested in import, but I am quite flexible in that regard.
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Post by Rumerin on May 11, 2004 11:08:30 GMT -5
*He thinks for a while, obviously wondering if she really knew what was going on in here*
Well, alright, I suppose-
*He steps towards an office, pokes his head in and says there is someone interested in joining. There is no answer, apparently the occupant nodded or something, because the man pulls his head back out*
If you'll step in here, you can talk to my supervisor ma'am.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 11, 2004 11:52:20 GMT -5
She stepped into the office, highly irritated with the way things were going. Humans...! She sniffed for a moment, and turned her attention to the person in the room.
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Post by Rumerin on May 11, 2004 12:17:19 GMT -5
*The office is barely decorated, there are no pictures, no statues or plaques or anything. There is one plant in the corner. A cactus with a single red flower. The man behind the desk is an elf with short blonde hair and hard brown eyes. He is dressed in simple clothes, and gets up when Míriel enters. He bows*
Come in, my lady. Please- sit down. I am Eiliant.
*He motions towards the chair opposite the desk*
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on May 11, 2004 12:24:01 GMT -5
She sat down, glancing around the room, before studying the elf in front of her, matching his stare easily.
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Post by Rumerin on May 11, 2004 12:25:24 GMT -5
Might I inquire your name, my lady?
*He sits back down*
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