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| Fox in the Chicken Coop; for Nicola | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 8 2009, 10:22 PM (88 Views) | |
| Andromalius | Jun 8 2009, 10:22 PM Post #1 |
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The board was set. Pawns, Rooks, Knights, Bishops, and Queen, all. Now the game would begin. Since the White Mage had sealed the Wicked, all of Elenlond had forgotten him. All that he had previously striven towards had faded, and the proof was in the lush, green vines crawling into his bedroom window. Once upon a time, the foothills of the Do'Suul had been dead. The trees had been beautiful and gray. The soil had been blackened, as if the tower itself was a tumor on the face of the planet. Now... He hadn't slept the night before. Reaching Kinaldi to put on his mask of diplomacy far too early in the morning, the night before had been one of writhing eagerness. It wasn't just the product that Andromalius adored, for he loved the journey just the same. Strategy, playing everyone around him like puppets in a show, and him, the main character... Center stage. Today was the day the storm clouds would begin to gather. Today ...was a day of rich promise. The mage didn't have to insist on his presence during the official acceptance of him as Morrim's new council member. It was tradition. He was the guest of honor for two hours as he shook the hands of many, smiling a gross amount of false grins, answering far too many silly questions, such as what race he belonged to, why his skin was so pale. Was he malnourished? A maiden had offered to have him come to dinner with her, souly to feed him, to put some meat on those bony hands of his. He had respectfully declined, telling her it wasn't a matter of how much or what he ate, rather his appearance would never change due to his being undead. Overall, the court found him charming. His ability to mask the intensity of his eyes was almost a spell of itself. Yes, for three hours, Andromalius resembled a man long since dead, a man with sunny blonde hair and bright blue eyes ...with a funny grin ...not a true care in the world. He resembled a caring man. The Empress seemed quite taken with him. He had apparently made a spectacular first impression. He would have to have, considering she welcomed him with open arms into her council. And who would ever dare to assume the Empress, mother to them all, had made a terrible mistake? Being an icon had its significant drawbacks, such as... people don't quite seem to understand you're human with human errors. She did well to hide them, but soon... her regality will be stripped of her, as would her title. After playing the role of friendly new-comer for longer than he wished, the mage soon sought isolation. He drifted through a small palace door to relax against a stone wall, his back falling against it in sheer exhaustion. Andromalius's hair fell with the tug of its holder, messily falling in place into his face and down his chest. Running his hand back through it multiple times, he heaved a heavy sigh. This was one part of the journey he could do without - the exhaustion of keeping up a smile when all he wanted to do and glare daggers. In the hand that loosed his hair, he idly played with the thin leather string he had removed from his locks, eyes drifting off to nowhere in the general direction of the grass. He wondered how Erim was faring without him. He could very well have sent her back to her celestial courtyard, considering he would be around less and less, but he almost felt as though she might return without the tiny speck of personality she had acquired while with him. ...That funny little sphinx. He chuckled lightly. |
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| Nicola | Jun 9 2009, 08:51 PM Post #2 |
 
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Nicola Trevett, a true woman at heart, had spent several hours preparing for the ceremony and celebration that would welcome the newest member of the council. Her white hair was pinned up in small ringlets so as to be both beautiful and out of the way. She dressed in a pale blue fitted gown, which her maid laced up the back. Upon her neck sat a thick chain of silver set with small blue stones, while matching earrings pierced her lobes and bracelets graced both of her arms. She used just enough face paint to accent her beauty without overpowering her natural skin tones; something that few other women of the court had seemed to learn. She never minded having an occasion to dress up, and her father’s reputation required it for such occasions as the welcoming of a new councilor. The ceremony itself was, for the most part, terribly dull in her opinion. She knew nothing about this man, which was somewhat unsettling to her. The Empress had requested her to investigate the history of certain other members of court before they had been given promotions in the past, and this man was not even a member of the court. Yet no background check had been requested this time, and that made her a little uneasy about the appointment. It wasn’t until she found herself in the same room with the man with the glowing smile that she found her fears starting to relieve. Though she wasn’t entirely sure why, she felt as though she wanted to impress the new councilor. It was a new feeling for her, as she didn’t usually tend to care what other people cared about, let alone about their opinions of herself. She didn’t know why this man was so different, but he had such a charming smile it was hard not want to smile back. She even entertained the thought that this was some type of magic, but she laughed it off. One man couldn’t please this many people. She wanted to trust that the Empress knew that she was doing. But the moment that she stepped out of the hall where the ceremony had taken place, she felt as though her head cleared slightly. Her doubts about the appointment of a complete stranger came back in full swing. It was an odd feeling; one she didn’t like very much. She wandered the halls for several minutes, wrestling with her thoughts. She wanted to do a bit of digging on her own, but she knew that that could always come back to her in the end. She needed to trust in the Empress. The sight of the guest of honor slipping through a side door caught her attention and sent all of her distracted notions from her head. She could understand that he may need a moment to himself; the court could be more than overwhelming at times. She was about to give it to him and simply go back to her room, when she realized that this could perhaps be the perfect chance for her to actually get to know him. It didn’t seem as shady this way; less like she was going behind the Empress’s back and more like she was simply welcoming the new guy. She approached the door and knocked gently before turning the handle. “Mind if I come in?” |
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| Andromalius | Jun 9 2009, 10:47 PM Post #3 |
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The tie wrapped around his index finger like a ring, only to be pulled off and played with some more as he allowed himself to muse of gentler things. Normally, he would have caught himself by now, told himself that he couldn't waste time thinking about such nonsensical things, that he should devote his energy to the details of his perfectly laid plans, but yet... this had crossed his mind, and he had dismissed it. His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. The Banshee snapped his head up, and for a moment, due to surprise, the compassionate mask melted away, back into the ferocity of a man on a mission. When the woman called, he struggled to tie the facade back on, slipping behind the door momentarily to gather himself while playing it off as a gentleman attempting to hold the door for a lady. The burning gaze ended just in time for him to be seen again. "Of course, of course! I don't own this room! Come in." Andromalius stepped away from behind the door, taking his place in front of the stranger - admittedly, a very beautiful stranger - to address her with a graceful bow, tucking his hand against his chest. "I was just recollecting myself. Unfortunately, sometimes crowds such as this can become quite overwhelming for me, as I am fairly unused to it still. I've lived alone without a visitor for ...quite some time." Today, for such an occasion, the mage had dressed in deceiving white robes. A thick, inch-wide, silver embroidery adorned its hems, sewn like blocks curling within themselves, one after the other endlessly. Over it was another sort of similar garment, a second robe, light gray itself, yet sleeveless and left to hang open, black stitching down the front depicting a pair of identical blossoming trees losing their leaves to his shoulders and back. It was all tied with a black sash of silk tied at his side, leaving a good three feet of fabric to lean against his leg. Lastly, his hands were covered by white fingerless gloves, more simple in nature than the rest of his luxurious clothing. "I am Andromalius, but of course, I assume you have already discovered this. You are Nicola Trevett, yes?" Of course, he would make the effort to learn the names of the nobles before attending this party. It was partially the reason everyone had seemed so taken with him. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I hold the highest regard for you and your family." |
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| Nicola | Jun 13 2009, 10:05 PM Post #4 |
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She opened the door slowly enough so that he would have time to give a denial if that was his wish. She didn’t want to simply barge in on the newest councilmember if he didn’t wish for company. She slipped inside the room and closed the door to the point where it was still open just a crack. It wouldn’t be proper to close the door completely, lest anyone else walk in to find her without an escort and in the presence of a man. Though she cared little for her own reputation, she had her family name to uphold. She didn’t want to have to deal with any unsavory rumors. His joke about owning the room, or perhaps it was just that wide smile that fit so well upon his face, caused a smile to creep up on her own lips. She moved further into the room, though her eyes didn’t travel far from his form as she walked. A simple wave of her hand and rolling of her eyes said what she thought of the crowds. “I understand complete, sir. I have lived within the confines of this court for my entire life, and I’m still not used to all of the people.” Her smile became more amiable with the admission, though she was merely filling him in on a commonly known fact. Most of the court knew that while she loved parties, she hated having to pretend to get along with everyone. The look on her face changed to one of pleasant surprise as he gave her her own name. Clearly he had done his homework well; not all of them did. “Yes, I am, but please, call me Nico. Everyone else does.” She held out her hand to him, palm facing down as was proper for a lady of her station. She was used to people knowing her family and, most of all, her father, but not her. She was an oddity among the other noblewomen, as she spent more time dancing and shopping rather than learning to keep a lord’s home. But that was neither here nor there. She was there to learn about him, not the other way around. “On behalf of my family then, I thank you. But please, the pleasure is mine, Sir Andromalius. I can’t say how delighted I am to make the acquaintance of a man in a position such as yours. You say that you lived without visitor before now; might I ask where you lived or what you did before the Empress appointed you?” She made sure to add a curious note to her voice so that she didn’t sound too eager for the answer, even though she was curious. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 14 2009, 11:56 AM Post #5 |
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"Nico it is then, my lady," he graciously took the hand she offered, very gently raising it to his face to kiss the back in cordiality. The mage continued by shifting his hands behind his back, smiling subtly at what she had to say. Questions, of course. After all, hardly anyne here knew a thing about him - his family, his past, his lands - nothing. "Of course, of course. I am an open book. Well," he began, moving to take a seat on one of the luxurious chairs. He crossed his legs and tapped the talon of his index finger on the arm. "For the last three-hundred years, I've taken to isolation in my tower within the hills of the Do'Suul. Before that, I had just achieved Grand Master status and my master, Ignatus, had just handed the place over to me. I became a hermit for my studies," he lied. "After the first few years, though, I guess you could say I just became used to it and never felt the need to leave. But after three hundred years, you could assume I'd grown very bored. I decided to work for my country. After speaking with the Empress, she allowed me to have a place here." He chuckled, "I was worried at first, but... well, there haven't been any conflicts in Morrim for some time, so... I think I'll manage." An arm propped itself on the rest on order for him to place his chin on top of it. "I was actually... very surprised when she chose to give me such a high position. I was mostly thinking about teaching or maybe being the librarian. I guess I impressed her, hm?" Andromalius began to weave his web of lies before her, luring her into a false sense of his identity with things such as a lack of ambition and humility. "Hmm. I guess it's still a strange story for you. I don't suppose you meet many ghosts such as myself. But what about you? I think I might like to be your friend. Tell me something about yourself, Nico." Another tactic he was using: Call her by her name often. It established a fast relationship. Edited by Andromalius, Jun 14 2009, 12:03 PM.
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| Nicola | Jun 23 2009, 08:10 PM Post #6 |
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She stood fairly still as he kissed her hand, allowing him to do so. It was strange to her, for his lips, which just barely brushed her skin for the briefest of moments, seemed a bit colder than she had expected. The feeling was enough to give her pause momentarily, but she soon forgot about it completely as he began the tale of his past. She too walked towards one of the overstuffed chairs within the room and settled herself in its arms. Unconsciously she moved the folds of her skirt around her in a more elegant fashion than they had been only moments before, the result of her sitting down. It was something she had been doing since she was a young girl, and old habits die hard. She listened to his story with great interest. She never would have guessed that he claimed three centuries, and more, but from the sound of things he was a mage. She knew little of magic, and wasn’t very fond of most types, but she had learned that many mages, simply because of their power, live to be older than humans. He caught her off guard when he asked for more information about herself. She was used to people in court knowing her as the strange noble daughter who would rather dance or act than play the part of a real noblewoman. Well, compared to most of the other old bats, she was still just a child anyway. “Well, let’s see. You already know a bit about my family it seems, at least my father. Then again, who doesn’t know about my father? Uh, well, myself, I am a performer, mostly dancing though acting as well. Most don’t think that such an occupation is befitting to a noblewoman, but my father just wants me to be happy. And with my mother’s gypsy blood in me, I don’t think I would be happy doing anything else.” She felt like she was rambling, though she hadn’t said anything that wasn’t common knowledge around noble circles. She had answered his question, and now she wanted to ask another of her own. “So you study magic then? What is your main area of interest?” She wanted to learn as much about him as she could, which was likely obvious by the way she was asking so many questions. She was beginning to feel herself relax around him, which was unusual for her as she normally didn’t befriend magicians. However he was fairly easy to talk to, even after having spent so long with those books of his. |
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