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Post by Admin on Aug 15, 2008 17:32:44 GMT -6
The midnight stars glimmer over the garden paths and with it soft music refrains from the palace towers and drifts over the deadly fauna as they slumber under the starry sky. The mood is dreamy and almost surreal to the wanderstruck Succubus Devil Cat.
Tonight a new lady takes her stead as ordained by the highest authority. Such authority who offers a strong arm as escort to the Lady Trackand to her new bungalow in the gardens.
Special treats await her as well as a few surprises from old friends. A fallen of such standing in the guard that shall be her guardian in the time to come, and her teacher in the deadly arts in the time that has come to pass.
The assistant to the Master of Hell must also be ready for any confrontation and be able to defend the creed that she has also sworn to uphold, as her station demands it of her. She must be ready to offer her life should it be necessary to preserve those ideals that she has come to cherish, and her exiled queen that she so desperately loves.
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Regent
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Post by Regent on Aug 16, 2008 11:46:37 GMT -6
Regent makes quick steps as he glides along the garden paths with Ciel. he lightly clutches her hand as he guides her forward with a blindfold over her eyes. "We are nearly there my child,..." he whispers as his voice seams to come from everywhere around her.
After a few twists the blindfold comes off and before them is a beautiful cottage carved from the stone of the palace walls. It is of modest size but fantastically ornate and lavishly decorated with fine furnishings.
"Lady Trackand welcome to your new home..."
The other demons have gathered at Regent's request and they await as a chorus lined up as a welcoming funnel to the door to invite her in.
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Post by Ciel on Aug 18, 2008 11:00:53 GMT -6
She glides with the Chancellor and when he takes the blindfold off, she gasps.
"Is this...is this for me?" She turns carefully in her shoes and her eyes were full of tears. "Am I to be here alone?"
She was trying to whisper to the Chancellor so that no one would suspect that she was actually frightened.
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Regent
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Post by Regent on Sept 7, 2008 14:30:56 GMT -6
Regent nods to Ciel, "My child, it is yours to do with as you please. It is customary for a lady to have her own sanctuary away from prying eyes, to do as she wishes when not preforming her duty to the crown. You will learn that it is more than it appears at first."
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Post by Ciel on Sept 9, 2008 15:36:58 GMT -6
She tried to appear calm in front of the others as she responded.
"I thank you Chancellor, for allotting me this fine establishment." Here her voice dropped so that only he could hear. "But I cannot stay here alone...I am very uneasy about being by myself...especially with all this unrest in the whole of Hell....I do not mean to sound ungrateful, I am merely frightened."
Her last word dropped off suddenly, and she tried not to stare around at the the group. If she had, her fears would have been insurmountable.
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Regent
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Post by Regent on Sept 11, 2008 10:26:33 GMT -6
Regent smirks at Ciel as he knows her anxiety. He also know a secret that he will share with her later when they are in private...
Regent waves at the Elite in front of the quaint and cozy cottage."Master Lysandor, would you please escort our Lady into her new home?"
He hands over Ciel' hand softly to the Elite.
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Post by Thane on Sept 11, 2008 10:57:01 GMT -6
Thane smells Ciel's hesitation. He pays it no mind as he opens the door wide for them to enter.The hound stands silently as his gaze drifts to her as she looks oddly to the Chancellor. He shrugs it off as he can smell tasty goodies inside as this is the real motivation to why he is here and it is distracting him a bit.
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 14, 2008 22:59:40 GMT -6
Lysandor steps forward to take Ciel's hand from Regent. He is wearing his more formal Elite uniform for the occasion, and the silvery blonde locks that usually fall wherever they will are pulled away from his face in a low tail. He offers a his usual barely-there smile to the newly ordained lady Devilcat, and gently squeezes her fingers with his to offer his support and approval.
"It is an honor to escort the Lady Ciel to her new residence," he says softly.
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Post by Ciel on Sept 16, 2008 13:57:16 GMT -6
Ciel seemed to relax as soon as her hand was laid upon Lysandor's. She smiled warmly at his soft words and nodded to him. "Then it will be more my pleasure to accept this. Please, lead on Master Elite."
She paid no mind to Thane and turned to nod at the Chancellor before she was escorted in. "I apologize for my...indiscretions, Chancellor. I will not express them again."
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Regent
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Post by Regent on Sept 17, 2008 22:07:22 GMT -6
Regent's eyes rest on Ciel for a moment. His look is as if the world had rested on his shoulders from her comments. His pains to protect her have met with continued reluctance and her time of sink or swim is at hand. He can't help but feel that he is about to fling the precious cat into a ditch in which the raging waters of service and duty will thrash her soundly. A beating that he fears will change her life so that wince she may never be the same again. Her child like innocence will soon be lost forever and he feels the sting prick him hard.
He whispers to her from the shadows as if in a dream almost as a warning for her, "Revel in your insecurities for now my dearest Ciel... For your new training is about to alter your life forever."
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Post by Valentine on Sept 21, 2008 19:24:07 GMT -6
The Ambassador stands back from the rest of the well-wishers a bit her arms folded in front of her as she watches. Valentine has to fight the urge to sigh. She takes a few steps forward, comes up behind Regent and clears her throat softly.
"Your Most Terrible Grace, your surprise seems to have gone over well. But I wonder- do you have a few moments? I would like to speak with you about Lady Trakand."
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Regent
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Post by Regent on Sept 22, 2008 19:59:39 GMT -6
Regent turns to look at Valentine and acknowledge her presence.
"Welcome Ambassador Le'Noir, I'm pleased you received my invitation. What is it you wish to discuss with me about our new Lady Trackand?"
His dark brow raises in quandary as he awaits her answer.
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 22, 2008 21:31:03 GMT -6
Lysandor is the very definition of Elite propriety as he escorts Ciel, and likely, she's the only one who noticed his less-than-stoic expression for all of two seconds, save perhaps Regent. He leads her to her new cottage and as he passes, he glances at Thane to make sure all the proper security measures have been taken. There will not be a repeat of Regent's midnight gala - not if he has anything to say on it.
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Post by Valentine on Sept 22, 2008 22:28:25 GMT -6
Valentine curtsies deeply as Regent acknowledges her. She look is still somewhat somber.
"Lady Trakand has the strength to be a very fine court lady and you have done much to see to her education." She pauses one finger coming up to tap her lips thoughtfully.
"Please pardon my bluntness - But she is a succubus, High Chancellor. And there are niceties to our society that she absolutely needs to know if she is to be considered anything but a child."
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Illyon
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Post by Illyon on Sept 22, 2008 22:32:44 GMT -6
The Devil Incubus marquis maintains his distance in the background, watching the events unfurl with oddly blank, black eyes. His spaded tail swings behind him, ticking almost clock-like. While the invitation was impossible to refuse - who would dare refuse an invitation of the Lord Regent to honor his personal assistant? - he is beginning to wish he had an excuse to avoid the gathering. The only merit he can find is that the who's who of Hell has shown up to honor Ciel Trakand's rise to ladyship. While little is likely to occur that he could use to his immediate advantage, perhaps he could discover something worth noting that he could implement at a later date.
With these thoughts in mind, Illyon watches on, his expression bored but attentive.
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Post by Thane on Sept 23, 2008 15:01:43 GMT -6
Thane only holds the door for Ciel and Lysandor to enter. He then enters immediately after leaving the Silver Fallen to fend for himself as the hound gives him a scowl and a cold shoulder. He then makes his way to the kitchen to speak with the chef.
"The guests are coming now... it should not take too long before they shall be fully assembled... are the preparations nearly ready?"
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Post by Narrator on Sept 23, 2008 15:18:56 GMT -6
Cerist looks up to Thane with a twinkle in her ruby eyes from decorating her cake. "Sure thing shug... I've got one last bit ta finish up... then It'll be ready for ya party hon."
The sultry Devil is a touch more business today as she has her thick black hair tied up tight and her clothes, though skin tight, are more suited to her role as caterer and less entertainer.
"Ya can tell our terribly delectable Chancellor, l'll be ready in 5 minutes. OK Thanie... sweety."
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Regent
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Post by Regent on Sept 24, 2008 0:03:55 GMT -6
Regent ponders Valentine's words carefully. He had never given the second thought to Ciel's leccubi nature other than the benefits her sccubi charms could hold sway over others. "Oh... I see your point. So what would you recommend as a remedy for such a glaring oversite to our Lady Ciel's acquired Leccubus familial obligations and protocol?"
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Post by Ciel on Sept 24, 2008 11:56:12 GMT -6
Ciel took great notice of Lysandor's slight slip in demeanor. It comforted her to know that he would be at her side as long as she needed him. Especially now, when she was still poking around in the dark as to exactly whether or not she'd be able to even pull this Lady thing off that well. This was as uncharted of territory as she'd ever been in and the last thing she wanted was to let anyone down. Not Lysandor, not Erishkegal, and most certainly not Regent.
She kept walking in and kept her eyes on the floor. She was getting to be comfortable in her lady's attire - well, except for the shoes, really - and she leaned the slightest bit on Lysandor. Just enough for him to know that the whole thing was weighing on her, but not enough for everyone else to know she was tired.
Was that not the point of this charade? To fool those who needed fooling?
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 25, 2008 15:40:43 GMT -6
Lysandor gives her hand another soft squeeze as she slightly, and subtly leans on him. He moves so that he's standing in front of her and bows slightly, letting his lips gently brush over her hand.
"I am honored to present you to your new residence, Lady Ciel," he says softly. He straightens and steps back, still holding her hand. Even more quietly, he adds, "You will be fine..."
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