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Post by Admin on Jul 30, 2005 13:13:26 GMT -6
"I suppose you could say that I do.. though I prefer soft flesh to hard plastic. Remind me to show you my collection sometime. I'll dress them up for you." She snickers and waves at the fae to make a move.
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Post by Ilinid on Aug 3, 2005 18:31:34 GMT -6
*Ilinid smiles at the Queen, amused by her words but completely uninterested in seeing a collection of humans. The elf loses no love for the creatures, would prefer they didn't exist and does not associate herself with them if she can at all help it. Them and their filthy, clumsy world. It is true, though rare, that something lovely comes from the mortal plane, but quite frankly, that they ARE mortal is their one saving grace*
*The Ambassador moves her chess piece with precision, having not been distracted. Thoughts of human dolls simply was not distracting enough, tho distasteful* At least you find they serve a purpose. That is more creative a use for them than I thought possible. Save, perhaps, as base labor, but even then there are better alternatives.
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Post by Admin on Aug 27, 2005 16:43:03 GMT -6
Glancing around her- slightly bored by the turn of the conversation- the Queen makes a graceful, but careless move.
"I think, Ambassdor that you sould see more of hell than the gardens. There is nothing more exlirating than seeing the blackness of the Abyss flowing down past the stark edge of the frozen waste." She warms to the topic "Or the radiant shifting glow of the River Styx at night from a country manor- I know several demons who would be happy to rent out their country homes to the Ambassador of the Fae."
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Post by Ilinid on Sept 27, 2005 12:35:07 GMT -6
*Impeccably trained in court mannersisms and with her ever-keen, green eyes, Ilinid notes the Queen's small lapse in interest and almost smiles at it. She chokes back a lifetime of breeding and habit.... she is here as ambassador, not nurse maid. She is not entertainment... she is politics and diplomacy. Though it never hurts to be more dispensable that just THAT...*
I hear a passion in your voice, Dread Queen. *Ilinid smiles at this as though moonrays had stroked her white flesh* Your land sounds beautiful. I would be most honored to see more of it than the palace and gardens though they have been marvelous to behold. *She makes a crafty move with her chess piece, offering no quarter from The Queen's carelessness. Then she folds her hands under her chin, resting on them, and looks directly at the young monarch with unabashed interest*
If you were to choose my path, where would you send me? What special sights would you include?
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Post by Admin on Oct 1, 2005 0:07:10 GMT -6
Coming back to the game and noting her laspe the Queen studies the board. She sits quietly eyes darting about the board for a little bit and then makes a bold move towards the Ambassador's King. She looks up and considers Ilinid.
"Hell though dangerous and bleak is still beautiful. But not knowing your personal likes and dislikes it would be hard to say what sights you would enjoy most. I myself keep only the palace as a residence, but before I was queen I lived in different places all over hell. Father enjoyed the solitude of the Frozen Waste and so I enjoy the snow very much, but most demons do not. If you want peace no-one lives in the Waste and it is certainly huge." She pauses to let Ilinid make her move.
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Post by Ilinid on Oct 11, 2005 16:29:48 GMT -6
*Ilinid almost smiles at the bold move. She's hoped for that desperate act and moves her piece accordingly. But while her steeltrap mind is considering the game, so too is it locked fast onto the words and gestures of the Queen. Those ever observant green cat-eyes blink slowly, a smile just as sloe on her lips now as she raises them to the Monarch of Hell*
You are most considerate, Dread Queen. And fair. Rare is it indeed that I find one in your position so... accomodating.
*Ilinid leans back just slightly, pupils contracting slightly as she regards Her Lowness with a soft expression*
Might I have your permission -should it not offend you- to speak as a peer, Majesty?
*She'd rather stop 'beating about the bush' as the expression goes, using court formalities and subtle phrasings, as is proper in her courts to do. But Hell, she has noticed, is different. The Queen is Iron-Fisted, certainly, but not iron-clad in tradition. Quite frankly, the Queen is not courtly, though her position allows her that luxury that would be politely overlooked in the Ambassador's world, though the topic of hushed and rabid discussion in the gossip circles. Such was the way of the Fae court. But those are games that must be mutually played for proper effect. Ilinid would rather try to match the Queen on her own turf rather than mixing the two approaches*
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Post by Admin on Oct 19, 2005 13:09:26 GMT -6
Her Dark Majesty looks up from the board, her focus solely on the fae.
"I have never held with the intrugues that plauge my court, Ambassador. While raised in the Court I am a very straight forward demon. I prefer that my high court does not play them either.. at least with me. It is a waste of time." She smiles
"So in short yes you may and please continue to do so from this point on." Queen Ereshkigal gives one last look at the Chessboard and shrugs.
"I believe I've lost."
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Post by Ilinid on Oct 24, 2005 18:58:49 GMT -6
*Ilinid smiles through the Queen's soft words and inclines her head slightly when she is through* Then I shall be honest as well, Dread Majesty. I have been raised in the courts to be a courtier. All my long life has been nothing but intrigues, double entendre, manners and gossip. In the courts of the Fae, that is /the/ entertainment. All else is but a side hobby. Words can wound, draw blood and kill as keenly as any sword. So you'll forgive me, I pray, should I find it difficult and even uncomfortable, from time to time, to offer you the straightforwardness you desire. It is, truly, an alien concept for one such as myself. Though I assure you I would never 'play games' with such a demon as yourself.
*Especially not NOW. Some demons enjoy the games as much as an courtly Fae. Indeed, demons were quite possibly even more disposed to such than Faeries. The level of courtier games by demons were often an aspiration and model to Fae, though they would never admit it. And right now, much against her nature, Ilinid is being brutally honest*
But I am Fae, and insomuch, it will prove, perhaps, a hardship for me to be as... outside the court as you wish. Because, you see, Your Lowness, to slip even the tiniest sliver among my people would cause a feeding frenzy from which I could quite possibly never recover. I cannot allow myself too much freedom, or I will be devoured when I return to my world. I hope this is permissible.
*Ilinid simply MUST maintain some kind of edge, or all she has fought and backstabbed for, in her world, could be lost. It was THAT cutthroat among her kind*
*Then the Ambassador looks down at the chessboard and smiles happily* So I did not do diservice to my chessmates, after all? *She seems pleased by this... not that she won, so much, but ...that she won*
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Post by Admin on Nov 6, 2005 22:28:40 GMT -6
"Of not course Ambassador, you did quite well. Something that I'm sure will bring you quite a bit of notice among my courtiers. Perhaps if we play again you'll tell me about it." She almost smiles as she rises.
"Perhaps you'd join me for a walk?"
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Post by Ilinid on Nov 7, 2005 18:43:54 GMT -6
My honor, Dread Queen. *Ilinid smiles as she stands, bowing slightly to the monarch as she does so. Winning the game only meant the ambassador had not totally lost her edge for chess and little else, tho she notes the Queen barely smiles and the elf finds the words "Something that I'm sure will bring you quite a bit of notice among my courtiers," quite interesting. Notice among the Queen's courtiers was not her job here... assessing whether it was to the benefit of the Fae peoples to ally themselves to the Queen's court /was/. Unlike rumors she has heard about her predecessor, Ilinid is far more apt and able to hold herself away from the goings on in Hell*
*The elf falls into pace with the Queen, walking next to her, not behind her, the shimmering gossamer gown's hem sweeping the path behind her as she strolls, almost as if to wipe away her passage...* It has not failed to amaze me, the beauty of your gardens... * this is murmured softly, as though she does not expect to be heard*
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