Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
Posts: 102
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Post by Nyxereos on Feb 19, 2008 11:09:19 GMT -6
The silvery fallen makes his circles around the iron gazebo more than he can count. His empty eyes spy the new guest and he quickly swoops down to collect her invitation. He lands gracefully at the bridge when his mighty black wings flap hard and place him softy before her. He shoves the elite out of the way with his black wing when he is about to take her invitation. Nyxereos instead takes it from her grasp with a soft but sudden pluck. "I'll handle this... He reads the invitation and his eyes turn to cold steel when he looks back at her.
"My master has been expecting you ambassador." He twists around to stand beside her facing over the bridge. "Please take my hand, I'll escort you to him promptly."
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Post by Arianna on Feb 19, 2008 21:21:16 GMT -6
Arianna offers her hand and falls into step beside the fallen.
Absolutely, i was hoping to be escorted rather than fight my way through this crowd."
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Post by Valentine on Feb 20, 2008 11:05:04 GMT -6
Valentine stiffens slightly at the Marquis' familiar use of her name-even with her title attached it's still an insult. She takes his hand courteously and looks to Ciel.
"I am quite flattered, Your Excellency, you are too kind. Lady Trakand- tell us what is his Honorable Terror, The Regent, like? I am afraid with all the bustle of the court and my new duties I have only met him long enough to give my oath of fealty."
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
Posts: 102
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Post by Nyxereos on Feb 22, 2008 11:47:36 GMT -6
Nyxereos holds up her hand with his and lightly uses it to guide her through the crowd, on through the gazebo and up to the thick curtain. The entrance is guarded by two big ugly elite. Nyxereos motions them with a wave and the two pull open and hold back the heavy flap for them to enter.
They wind through the stage to Regent who is discussing the act before his staff. They approach and Nyxereos bows before his master. "Grand Chancellor. Ambassador Arianna Fey Duskrequim, your excellency... promptly escorted to meet with mi lord as requested." At that the silvery elite extends the ambassador's hand to Regent and then steps back to allow them to interact without interference.
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Post by Ciel on Feb 24, 2008 13:14:21 GMT -6
Ciel nods, without anyone noticing, as Lysandor gives his nod of approval. She softened just the slightest bit, relaxing a tad. She nodded to the Marquis and inclined her head, but did not take his hand, swirling her glass a bit. The red liquid within it moved and sloshed the slightest bit before she sipped it.
"I thank you for your kindness, dearest Marquis. However, I could never truly compare to the dark beauty of night in Hell. None could ever be so all encompassing and truly as resilient as the nights here." She smiled at Valentine and gave her the same type of nod as the Marquis, but quite a bit warmer.
"No offense meant to you, Lady Ambassador." She took a brief second to nonchalantly and needlessly smooth her skirts and carefully shift her weight, looking back up at Valentine and her smile was just as warm. "And as for our Chancellor, he is rather a genius at all things. He has become a ...a wonderful leader, especially in Hell's current time of need."
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Regent
Bourgeois
The Regent of Darkness
Posts: 246
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Post by Regent on Feb 27, 2008 10:42:39 GMT -6
Regent prepares for the gala main event as the Fallen and the ambassador approach him. He tells the hands last second orders then he turns to greet his new guest. He takes her hand into his dark one and gives it a soft kiss. "Ambassador, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I have received word of your arrival and I sent you the invitation with haste... albeit a bit late, for that I must apologize. Though I am relieved to see that you have received it in time."
He releases her hand as he is somewhat distracted by the goings on behind the grand curtain. He smiles to her as he extends his hand to show her to the refreshment table backstage.
"Would you enjoy a refreshment? I wish to make your stay as comfortable for you as possible, as you know I value and wish to treat our neighbors beyond our boarders, and their officials, with our generous hospitality and respect. I trust your stately guest accommodations in the court gardens are satisfactory for your ambassadorial needs?"
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Illyon
Denizen
Marquis Incubus
Posts: 91
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Post by Illyon on Feb 27, 2008 13:15:25 GMT -6
Illyon listens to Ciel's description of the Regent with interest. He takes a sip of the wine. "He has certainly shown a knack for leadership, but I worry that with our Most Wicked Queen missing, he might try for a more permanent role in rulership."
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Post by Thane on Feb 27, 2008 16:46:29 GMT -6
Thane stands looking very distressed by the errant reports of the two posts. His red eyes float impatiently to Lysandor and his intent to retrieve the reports himself is clear in his face... "They are long overdue... I'm going to investigate, it would go much faster if you were to assist me checking them out for ourselves." The hound grunts with irritation in his voice."Please inspect chek point Gamma... I'll take Theta... Meet me here in 10 minutes." He grunts as he turns and begins walking with purpose toward the check point in question.
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Post by Lysandor on Feb 27, 2008 17:02:17 GMT -6
"In ten minutes, then," Lysandor says, nodding to Thane. He turns and walks toward the check point. He walks along the edge of the crowd of nobles, murmuring apologies when avoiding them is impossible. His sterling gaze continues its vigilence, but he keeps it mostly on his destination.
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Post by Valentine on Feb 28, 2008 15:12:30 GMT -6
Valentine raises her eyebrows slightly at Lady Ciel's warmth towards her, but returns the smile with a reserved one of her own. She chuckles softly at the Devilcat Leccubi's description of hellish nights.
But when Illyon makes his statement Valentine moves slightly away from Illyon and shakes her head.
"While it pains me to say this- Her Dark Majesty is missing- and Hell needs a ruler. Some one must rule, if the Chancellor is suited to the job then may he find joy in it. But I suspect it takes more than a knack for leadership to rule in hell." She shrugs slightly.
"Otherwise how could our Dark Master have held the throne so long unchallenged."
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Post by Arianna on Feb 28, 2008 17:39:23 GMT -6
Arianna allows herself to be escorted behind the curtain taking in the sights around her as she awaits the attention of her host.She straightens and smiles as he approaches.
It is quite an honor to be here sir the timing of the invitation was perfect, i had plenty of time to prepare.
The Dark-elf follows the regent to the refreshment area and helps herself to a drink.
My rooms are indeed satisfactory, I have been able to tend to my duties with ease and the gardens are lovely. I may like a tour of the grounds though, if it is possible.
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
Posts: 102
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Post by Nyxereos on Feb 29, 2008 14:55:21 GMT -6
Nyxereos bows to Regent, "If that be all mi lord..." and he takes a step back and launches into the air. He exits through the upper windows and in a flash of glossy obsidian he is gone.
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Regent
Bourgeois
The Regent of Darkness
Posts: 246
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Post by Regent on Mar 3, 2008 16:09:54 GMT -6
Regent inspects Arianna as she gets herself a drink. Her shape is quite lovely and her personality very personable. He is quite shocked at her getting her own drink as it is customary and expected for the respective host to do the honors. Her nonchalant style may be good to rattle things up a bit.
He nods to Nyxereos allowing him to leave before he flies off
Regent nods to her in agreement, "I am glad you hear that find your accommodations acceptable. A tour can certainly be arranged as you wish it. An official escort will be assigned to you as well. One, to be a guide and second, to act as an assistant till you become more accustomed to our fair city... or for as long as you desire their company." He says as he looks to the table and samples a treat for himself.
"The Grand Duchess, and my trusted vizier, Lady Tre'Maya should be arriving soon... I would like to introduce you when she arrives. 15 minutes to show time... Please make yourself comfortable ambassador, I would like to take this opportunity introduce you to the people after the opening ceremony. To let them see that Hell's alliances are still strong and vibrant with our honored neighbors even as our kingdom morns their Queen."
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Post by Arianna on Mar 5, 2008 8:57:13 GMT -6
Arianna,while sipping at her drink, notices to her amusement as shock registers for a moment on the regents face.
very well i shall entertain myself until she arrives and won't wander far i don't want to trouble you durring the preperations for what i'm sure will be an interesting display
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Post by Thane on Mar 6, 2008 10:11:40 GMT -6
The hound makes his way swiftly to the checkpoint. He sees the elite exerting a pin hold on a demon face first in the blade grass. Thane makes his way plowing past the onlookers as he approaches. "Is this the reason you have neglected to report in?" Thane says loud and clear for all to hear. "Gate crashers are most unwelcome here... especially tonight." Thane growls as he strides up to the elite in charge of the checkpoint. "I want your sitrep... now captain."
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 6, 2008 13:35:48 GMT -6
Lysandor arrives at the very end of the excitement, where a demon is being bound to be removed from the Gardens while a lady is throwing herself into a fit of hysterics with great vigor and enthusiasm. Upon seeing the Fallen Elite approach, she throws herself on him, clutching him like a lifeline.
"Oh, thank the Dread Queen you've come!" she cries out, half sobbing. "You must tell these . . . these barbarians to allow me entrance. In the excitement of things, I have lost my invitation."
Lysandor looks over the noble woman's head at the Elite, who are giving her sour looks. One sports a mark on his face suspiciously in the shape of a hand, and another bears the distinct marks of fingernails. Lysandor's stoicism breaks for a moment as he rolls his eyes up to the skies and puts a hand on the woman's shoulders, shoving her back.
"No invitation, no entrance," Lysandor tells her firmly, detangling himself from her and handing her over to a resigned Elite to be escorted off the premises. Over her screams of indignation, Lysandor turns to the Elite in charge. "Sitrep report."
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Post by Narrator on Mar 11, 2008 10:34:51 GMT -6
The gate captain fallen looks to Lysandor and snaps to attention at his order for the situation report. "Sir, with this surprisingly strong lady causing such a ruckus, she makes the 5th attempt to infiltrate the gala within the hour... We were unable to send our report as we have been busy containing the situation. I request an additional member to assist us keeping the unwelcome at bay, Sir." he says looking at the lady being escorted away kicking and cursing.
The Captain looks to Thane with a shrug. "Nothing to report now sir. This one was caught trying to hide under Lady Gladrezell's skirts trying to sneak in." He points to the very tall demoness in the long skirts talking to her lady friends about the insolent. She stands a whole head and shoulders taller than the ladies she converses with. The devil captain continues. "Had she not discovered him he may have actually got past us. Had we not intervened, she may have killed this wily kid on the spot... Things are getting interesting... for now, we are in the green, Commander."
The heavy demon holding down the trespasser grunts. "Sneaky but now you have defiled the lady on top of trespassing, it's the stockade for you boy."
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Tremaya
Bourgeois
Hell?s City Library Administrator
Posts: 103
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Post by Tremaya on Mar 11, 2008 19:42:09 GMT -6
It was at this time that Tre'Maya de'Velt arrived with her trusted friend and companion, Vetli Cha'ret. The little demon was fluttering beside her in his Sunday best. His tiny suit and bowtie were green and his spectacles and pipe completed his image. He fluttered close to the lady's ear and whispered to her. Milady, the Chancellor is expecting us.
The lady nodded and did not smile. She did not like the gentry much. They had no concept of reading for anything but what they could use to get ahead. That in and of itself made her angry. That and they treated knowledge like something golden only until it did not please them. That made her angry. Her hair barely moved in a sudden breeze, and she walked up to the gate, her skirts barely making a rustle as she came to the front.
She waited until the last guard had spoken and turned to Thane, nodding to him and presenting a pair of tickets. I am reporting in to you, Master Thane. I trust that the Chancellor has given his orders as to my arrival?
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Post by Thane on Mar 12, 2008 12:05:56 GMT -6
A familiar scent fills Thane's olfactory. He whirls around from the captain to see his love approaching the bridge before him. Thane nods to the captain "Very well captain... keep your reports punctual would you?"
His giant heart skips a beat as her beauty nearly wounds him. He extends his furry paw up to take her invitation from her softly and with his other hand he cups her hand warmly and gently. He notices her voice is edgy and her dark sparkling eyes narrowed. He nods to her as he tucks her hand in his and begins to escort her through the crowd. "The Chancellor has indeed given orders per your arrival Grand Duchess. I shall be honored to escort you to him."
He nods to Vetli to acknowledge his presence, though the hound says nothing to the little demon.
His red eyes drift to Tre'Maya as they walk and he can't help but remark on her beauty. "May I say that your radiance shall steal the show this evening M'lady, however, should you grace us with a subtle smile... I believe the hell fires themselves could not glow so beautifully."
They pass by the rendezvous point he was to meet Lysandor. 8 minutes in he pauses for a moment to await the Elite. "Please allow me to report in and inform Master Lysandor of M'ladies arrival. Then I shall take your grace to the Chancellor post haste.
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Post by Arianna on Mar 13, 2008 17:30:53 GMT -6
arianna wanders back toward the curtain, but in keeping her promise does not leave the platform. she instead looks out over the crowd observing the mass of bodies. she thinks she sees the elite from earlier approaching with a lovely lady but then loses them in the crowd. as she turns around she studies the regent from across the room observing his well mannered and stately actions but sensing that he isn't as serious as he presents himself.....
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