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Post by Admin on Mar 22, 2005 22:14:52 GMT -6
Another quiet day finds the Queen sitting in the garden watching a venus flytrap digest a large struggling bumblebee. Her legs are tucked up under her on the iron bench and her dress today has assumed a very formal look, clinging to her upper arms and torso in plain black fabric, with a froth of lace on bell sleeves and floor length skirt.
She seems not exactly bored, but more resigned to have nothing of much interest to do. So she is watching the plant, for lack of more interesting activities.
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Post by Ilinid on Mar 27, 2005 18:20:47 GMT -6
*She is ever-mindful of the wasps she heard about so cryptically, and she remembers her first visit here. It was a small gamble, walking here alone at all after all she'd been told. But she is up to the challenge, she tells herself and not without her own defenses, though charming a single wasp, let alone an angry drove of them, maybe prove difficult. She has certainly been careful in her tread here, touching nothing and staying always on path. These plants eat the hired help, she knows. Rounding some large bushes, she sees the peak of bluish hair, curls and furry ears. The queen?? How interesting. And while Ilinid was enjoying the solace of her walk and the fact she need not employ a courtly facade, one simply did NOT pass up the opportunity to speak to the Queen. Or say a simple hello. Awful manners.*
*Looking out for any bodyguards who may be near by, Ilinid approaches quietly but not in utter silence... she wants the young monarch to know she's there. When in distance, she offers one her finest, loveliest curtsies. She IS good at them and prides herself on their grace and beauty* Greetings, dread Queen of Hell. I pray I interrupt nothing.
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Post by Admin on Mar 28, 2005 16:47:11 GMT -6
Her Highness' ears swivel and and she perks up looking in Ilinid's direction.
"Ambassador! What a suprise!" She smiles, gesturing at her to rise.
"Do you have some free time? I'm in the mood to do something but no one else is currently free to amuse me. Would you mind?" She stands up from the bench and offers Ilinid a hand.
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Post by Ilinid on Mar 28, 2005 19:41:54 GMT -6
*Ilinid rises, offering a dazzling and genuine smile. How delightful to be greeted so generously. She extends her hand to the Queen when she reaches out*
Of course, majesty. It would be my greatest pleasure to provide you some distraction. *and she means it. She steps in to close the distance somewhat between she and the Queen Of Hell*
Do you have anything particular in mind, your Lowness? *If not, Ilinid has a small supply of faerie magics and stories she could offer. Though she is no court entertainer, she prefers to have a few uses rather than just one. Aids in the indespensible department*
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Post by Admin on Mar 28, 2005 20:33:08 GMT -6
Grasping Ilinid's hand the Queen chuckles wickedly, dark humor peeking through the childishness.
"I can think of any number of things you could do to amuse me." She pauses and smiles the darker humor dissappearing again.
"But- do you know how to play chess? Oh please say you do! Lye and I know eachothers moves too well now and nothing ever moves forward, Zarek cannot remember the rules and there is no one else who will truly play me for fear of displeasing their Queen."
She looks hopefully back at the ambassador as she begins to pull Ilinid down a broad stone path edged with black velvety flowers of all shapes and sizes.
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Post by Ilinid on Mar 31, 2005 17:12:40 GMT -6
*Ilinid arches a brow over sweetly bowed lips screwed tight against a smile at the Queen's mention of any number of things... but she says nothing, allowing the Queen to reign in her darker humor -which has its charm, to be certain- and explain about the chess game. The elf chuckles in silvery tones*
I HAVE been known to check a few mates in my time, majesty. I would be delighted to see if my wits are as sharp now and they were then. It HAS been awhile.
*Happy to oblige, of course, and she follows along behind the tugging queen, careful of the local flora. She's decided she likes the Queen's furry fox ears.* I should warn you, majesty, that the pride of the Faerie Chess Guild is now at stake. *She says this lightly and with humor* I shall be forced to give no quarter.
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Post by Admin on Apr 3, 2005 13:17:50 GMT -6
Leading Ilinid to a comfortably small gazebo she laughs merrily. Inside is a small table with a beautifully carved chess set, the board it's self is carved to represent heaven on the white squares and hell on the black. The white figurines of angels and unicorns and heros are delicately carved so that the tiny people look truely alive.
The inky black of the tiny devils doesn't hide the tiny meticulous details and these figures are carved so that the Ambassador can easily recognize the figure of the Queen as the young woman before her. The figure of the king is a fallen in armor holding a horned helm under his arm. Black Demonlings make up the pawn's ranks and the knights are nightmares- the rooks are devils and the bishops are tiny carved likeness of leccubi.
The Queen picks up the black king and looks at him for a moment. The she sets him back down and smiles at Ilinid
"I shall do my utmost to defend the honor of Hell, Ambassor. Would you like to play the white side?" She gestures to the comfortable but straight backed chairs.
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Post by Ilinid on Apr 8, 2005 19:01:56 GMT -6
*Ilinid smiles, offering a murmur of delighted approval at the exquisite and delicate carvings of the chess pieces* Lovely. *She speaks softly and more to herself as she examines the white side, though her eyes linger more on the black ones. She silently wonders if the King piece is the Queen's father, Lucifer. Such beauty here, in just this game*
*Ilinid elegantly seats herself after the Queen and during the examination of the chess pieces, her long gown in its shifting blues and greens rustling like water. With a smile, Ilinid looks at the Queen, at the same time adjusting her gown to allow her wings to flutter outward in a rainbow display of transparent stained glass* Would the Queen give me leave to free them? *She won't if she's told not to, but in these kinds of chairs, it helped keep them from cramping. Even then, Ilinid will sit at the edge of her seat with her back very straight. A necessity with the wings as well as her position in the courts. Gossamer threads of silver and gold, like angel's hair filaments, weave themselves through the dragonfly-fine appendages. She has not shown anyone else in Hell these wings, though the sight of them is hardly any kind of gift, but utility. Quite simply, they can get in the way and catch on things that easily tear their fabric*
*The elf looks down at the white side, then the black side, and back up to the Queen. The white side was not her preferred, of course, but she was not about to complain* Agreeable. *She adjusts her posture and prepares for engagement*
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Post by Admin on Apr 11, 2005 13:06:44 GMT -6
Her Terribly Wicked Highness nods.
"Of course ambassador- your wings are nothing to be hiding." She smiles and sets up her side carefully, and tucks up one leg under her and lets her own wings droop to the back to brush the ground.
(white moves first)
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Post by Ilinid on Apr 20, 2005 19:47:00 GMT -6
My thanks, Majesty. *Ilinid smiles gratefully as she inclines her head towards the allowance of her wings. She flicks a glance in the direction of the Queen's own as the younger of the two drops her wings as well, then returns to setting up her side of the board* Absolutely lovely. To whom goes the credit for such marvelous workmanship, Your Lowness? *She means the chess pieces of course. And when she is ready, she gives the Queen a confined, tight, charming little wicked smile and moves the first piece onto the board, strategically*
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Post by Admin on Apr 23, 2005 12:29:35 GMT -6
The Queen studies the board for a long moment tapping a finger on the edge of the table. Her dress is very still, too still to be fabric now.
"I have forgotten now. It was a gift many years ago from a craftsman- I think he perished in the war." She too makes a move carefully moving a pawn forward but not quite as well placed as the Ambassador.
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Post by Ilinid on Apr 25, 2005 17:59:56 GMT -6
*The dress is fascinating, Ilinid must admit, though she would not aloud. She's trying very hard not to be impressed or awed with anything she sees in this land of Hell... or at least, she refuses to SHOW it. Even an empath would have a hard time wrangling such information from her, so tightly does she hold it to herself... but her emotions do not always reflect her impressions. And while Ilinid is very far from making any kind of decision on the matters at hand -the demands of her job, why she is there at all- the Queen, she has noted, has a few surprises that almost make up for her lack of experience and formality*
Such a loss... *she murmurs, studying the board and meaning every word. Ilinid is impressed with such marvelous craftings and the tragedy of an artisan being lost is just that-- a tragedy. Her 'poker face' on, which is *always* on, the Ambassador moves her next piece. She won't cater to the young monarch, the game will play out as two equals matching strategy. The white knight moves forward*
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Post by Admin on Apr 28, 2005 12:10:01 GMT -6
With a slight lift of her lips, Her majesty's fingers move rapidly about the board. It ends with Ilind's knight laying taken in her hand and her pawn sitting jauntily where the knight once did.
"Take care Ambassador, to focus on the game or else you may find yourself at my mercy." This statment is followed by a slightly more evil and noticable smile.
"I have never visited the Dark court of the Fae... what is life like there?"
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Post by Ilinid on May 11, 2005 19:08:42 GMT -6
*Ilinid only smiles as the Queen takes her piece, a small glint in her eye at the move, a small tug of the lips. Visible, but enigmatic. She pauses to answer the young monarch, studying the board as she does so*
Different than this court, but that is to be expected. The Fae are a formal people, almost ridiculously so at times, but tradition keeps the old ways alive.
*She flicks her green, luminous gaze to the Queen a moment, her cat's eye slits narrowing automatically in the change of light* It is a very intriguing place, full of favors and rumors, whispers and delights. It is a place that requires a certain amount of ...fortitude. I do so adore it. *A pink-lipped smile and the faerie makes her move, pushing another white piece into place*
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Post by Admin on May 22, 2005 13:47:20 GMT -6
The Queen of Hell smiles back, asmused and a bit impish. As she speaks she moves a piece to secure her kings saftey.
"It sounds delightful- I should like to visit someday. Still... Not all of my court is forward thinking Lady. Many feel that we should return to the older ways when we roamed as our true selves among the mortals." She pauses as if about to say more but instead looks at the Ambassador curiously.
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Post by Ilinid on Jun 1, 2005 18:19:05 GMT -6
*The Faerie smiles ever-so-slightly at what lies before her on the chess board and holds that tiny smile as she glances up at the Queen. Impossible to tell if the gesture was for the game, the monarch before her, or both* But you, dread Queen... you prefer the less traditional modes of appearance? Your true selves are vastly beautiful, as are any forms you choose to wear, whether in traditional sense or otherwise.
*She fixes a fold in her gossamer dress and tips her head slightly* I would be honored to present your majesty to my court. I think you would enjoy it as much as they would enjoy you. Not much other than Fae... in all our variety... step with us.
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Post by Admin on Jun 6, 2005 15:54:40 GMT -6
The Queen looks slightly startled and she laughs.
"Well- running rampant through the mortals didn't work last time why do it again when they are so much better at injuring and killing themselves." She shrugs and gestures for Ilinid to move.
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Post by Ilinid on Jul 18, 2005 18:46:45 GMT -6
*Ilinid makes her move, placing her delicate and intricate white piece in what she considers the most strategic place*
*Then she gives a soft, but long look at the young queen* Do you like them so much? *She murmurs, asking a question but almost musing, as well* These mortals. So short-lived, so powerless, so crass and.... base. In all things. Do you /like/ them?
*While Ilinid has not touted her intense dislike of humans, neither has she hidden it. And she's seen many humans in the palace. Usually as pets or recreation, certainly, but pets hold value... were the humans of value?*
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Post by Admin on Jul 22, 2005 23:58:30 GMT -6
"Like them?" The queen thinks for a moment about where to put her next peice. She makes a simple move, designed to distract.
"Do you like dogs.. or dolls? I have never met a human that was able stand up to my force of will. Nor most other creatures." This last is said with a small grin in Ilinid's direction.
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Post by Ilinid on Jul 29, 2005 19:25:33 GMT -6
*The Faerie's pride is stung, of course, but only for a split second is her vanity rebellious, for logic must rule out... if the Queen wanted to, of course she could exert Influence on the Ambassador. She was the Queen of Hell! Being magical herself and being on guard about such things, the elf would have a better chance to resist than a human, naturally, but how long could she hold out? Probably not long at all... and better to save the energy and loss of face. The foolishness of such pride has no place here or in survival. Besides, the idea itself is charming, much as the Queen is. Ilinid smiles back, eyes bright* Dogs, no. Vixen, on the other hand... *she draws attention to the Queen's heritage with a bold but subtle double entendre*
*Given Ilinid herself, her keen and well-trained powers of observation and scrutiny, she is very difficult to distract, even when it seems she is* As well it should be, your Lowness... a Queen of your stature has no equal, certainly not on the mortal plane. What human could deny you? None, I would think, and even without using inherent blood gifts. And I'm curious now... DO you like dogs or dolls, your Majesty?
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