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Post by Admin on Apr 10, 2007 10:22:01 GMT -6
It is dark in the palace as the day gives in to night. Many of the court have retired to their respective places of rest.
Many of the lower court fancy this time for the limited freedoms to roam about. Many servants find solace in the darkness and relish the chance to collect the varied items required for the next day with out their masters looking over their shoulders.
A spot of mischief may also be on their minds as well... but who is to say?
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Post by Thane on Apr 10, 2007 10:39:42 GMT -6
A lone figure walks silently through the court yard and up the grand steps to the foyer. His steps are urgent but his demeanor is rather relaxed. As Thane reaches the top of the stair he breathes in the still night. "Finally a night off." The gruff hound sounds relieved and he is eager for some well earned R&R. He waits as he takes a seat by the base of the grandest of the grand statues that dot the entry room. He sits quietly... waiting.
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Post by Ciel on Apr 10, 2007 16:11:32 GMT -6
Ciel is quiet in her roamings. She has been very pensive since she did not know where her Queen had gotten off to...and on top of that, she was bored. She shadowed around, sometimes dancing, sometimes just walking around, looking for something to do or anyone to talk to. She was lonesome too.
She did not spot Thane, big as he was. She was actually too preoccupied with looking for - whatever it was she was looking for in the first place - to care.
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Post by Thane on Apr 11, 2007 16:17:43 GMT -6
The red eyes looks out the entrance from their seated position. The look of tedium and anticipation gives Thane away because he is looking for someone to enter. Why haven't they come? Thane's ears perk up as he hears someone approaching, he sneers to see it is only Ciel. Thane sits looking around the foyer at Ciel frolicking about doing her thing amusing herself apparently in her own world as she has not acknowledged him as of yet. He interrupts the silence to ask her a question. "Lady Ciel." Thane grunts at the Devil Cat as she twirls about nearer to him. "May I have a word?" He asks softly.
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Post by Ciel on Apr 12, 2007 16:16:52 GMT -6
Ciel looks up, completely not surprized to see that Thane is requesting to speak to her. She finishes a sashay up to him and drops to a knee, bowing to him, one hand over her heart and head bowed slightly. "Yes, Master Elite? How may I be of service to you?"
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Post by Thane on Apr 13, 2007 15:48:53 GMT -6
Thane twitches his nose at Ciel trying not to laugh at her being silly. The moment passes and he collects his composure again. "Have you seen anyone other than myself, milling about around here?" He asks looking dismayed. "I am to meet someone here... but, they are late." Thane snorts the word late and it shows his disappointment. He looks to her inquisitively for her answer.
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Post by Ciel on Apr 14, 2007 17:46:34 GMT -6
As she rises from her bow, Ciel shakes her head. "No Master Elite. I have seen no one. In fact, I was boredly roaming around to find someone with which to converse. Is this someone ... dangerous?"
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Post by Thane on Apr 16, 2007 9:14:01 GMT -6
Thane listens carefully to Ciel and shakes his head side to side, "Dangerous?...only to himself." Thane chuckles. "Degron is only a large nuicance when he is late." Thane groans of his comrad in arms and the hound sighs in frustration.
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Post by Admin on Apr 16, 2007 9:37:38 GMT -6
The large black statue that Thane is sitting under, opens its eyes for a brief moment. Without moving its head the statue's eyes direct their gaze down at the two lonely creatures below in the growing darkness. Quietly it watches them unnoticed in silence and curiously observes their interaction as they converse.
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Post by Ciel on Apr 16, 2007 20:57:38 GMT -6
"Well then, would you like me to leave you to your waiting?" She looked to him inquisitively as she spoke, trying not to fidget. She was beginning to get anxious as to keeping still. And she really did not feel like attending one of Thane's famous lectures.
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Post by Thane on Apr 17, 2007 10:14:58 GMT -6
Thane looks to Ciel and he can see her discomfort with him. "I am not your keeper... carry on... I am not staying here much longer anyway." Thane snorts. "Not my loss if Degron chooses to miss out on the fun." The hound begins to sniff the air one last time hoping to catch Degron's scent before the hound will continue to the pub without him.
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Post by Admin on Apr 17, 2007 10:27:10 GMT -6
The giant statue listens quietly but moves it's head alittle to look down directly at the two talking below. The movement is fluid but enough to catch a cautious eye. Regent enjoys watching the interactions of the peoples he governs. One day he hopes to enjoy the pleasures of such interaction without the undercurrent of politic or agenda influencing the pleasantries. Soldiers and hand maidens however, know little of these matters. Maybe... just maybe they could offer a bit of sport?
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Post by Ciel on Apr 17, 2007 23:07:10 GMT -6
Ciel cocks her head to the side, a bit of interest piqued. "I know that you are not my keeper, Master Thane. I was simply looking out for your interest. However, since you seem to be as bored as I am, how about we sit here together and wait, yes?"
She twirled once and flourished into a sitting position. Smiling, she plucked a blade of grass from the ground and began to fiddle with it. "It looks as though you could use some company anyway."
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Post by Thane on Apr 18, 2007 10:09:36 GMT -6
Thane looks back to Ciel with a strange look. "Suit yourself..." Thane says half distracted. "Do you smell... that..." he says between sniffs. Thane looks caught up in the scent. His black nose goes back to the air to catch a better whiff.
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Post by Ciel on Apr 18, 2007 18:30:56 GMT -6
Ciel sniffs the air as she sits. "I do smell something odd..." She fingers the dagger hidden in her skirts (that selfsame dagger that Thane had bestowed upon her) and waited until Thane confirmed her suspicions.
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Post by Thane on Apr 19, 2007 10:41:33 GMT -6
Thane stands for a moment following his nose. His head tilts up and up till he is looking directly up at the sky. With his nostrils flaring Thane sniffs harder as his eyes settle upon the statue. His eyes glare and he motions for Ciel to stand. "You might want to move..." The hound grumbles as he steps backward from the base. Thane's eyes are fixed on the statues face as he speaks. Without hesitation, maybe even reflex, his paw grasps the hilt of his Scimitar. "That stone breathes." Thane says with a snarl.
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Post by Ciel on Apr 22, 2007 23:13:32 GMT -6
Ciel quickly nodded and shadowed a bit farther off, and when Thane could see her again, the dagger was in her hands and ready to strike. "And why exactly does this stone breathe?"
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Post by Admin on Apr 23, 2007 10:04:37 GMT -6
Regent now realizes that the disguise has been discovered by Thane and Ciel. The large statue begins to crack and split in swift lines that run from head to foot and begin to swiftly fall away. The stone shards fall to the ground but instead of crashing the stone explodes in large billows of smoke that quickly engulf Thane and Ciel. The thick smoke swirls around like a black eddy of shadow and void and then begin to congeal into a lone dark figure cloaked in shadow standing silently on the palace stair. The figure turns it head to face the two who stand before him. Flame ignites at his forehead and long streaks of fire run down his bald head, down his shoulders and back like long hair. His eyes open to reveal crackling orbs of energy that focus on Ciel then Thane. In a wispy but elegant voice emanates from the dark figure, "Well done Elite, you are the first to uncover my place of solitude." he says with a slight chuckle. He bows slightly and smirks a charming smile.
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Post by Thane on Apr 23, 2007 10:31:57 GMT -6
Thane's eyes look distressed as the stone before he and Ciel splits and begin to fall toward them. Thane brings up his hands to guard his face from the stone shards. He soon realizes the effort was for nothing as the stone vaporizes on contact. The black vortex whips his fur about and sends his cloak whipping arround, twisting the sheeted leather around his stocky frame. As the smoke clears and the figure is revealed, Thane stands as tall as he can to match the stature of this new encounter, prepared and ready. The words that escape the figure reach his velvety ears and throw him off for a moment. How does he know... Thane looks confounded briefly. Then he steps forward, part shielding Ciel and assuming a fighting stance. "Your smell of brimstone... that gave you away stranger," Thane postures "You are trespassing on the royal grounds." Thane growls "It would be best for you to leave peacefully, before I am forced to remove you..." Thane is trying to buy time and figure this stranger out and surmise if the hound really could remove him if it came to it.
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Post by Ciel on Apr 23, 2007 18:08:16 GMT -6
Ciel was somewhat amazed as the stone melted away to form the new figure. She shielded her eyes and as Thane came to partly shield her, she moved around him so the she could see, dagger still in hand. She crouched low and said nothing, waiting for the new figure to answer the Elite's questions before she said or did anything.
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