Tybalt
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Captain of the Palace Guard
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 7, 2012 15:48:06 GMT -6
Tybalt turns toward K'Kerom and tilts his head for a moment.
"Stand down, Elite," he says with a sigh of long suffering. "We'd best get some answers from him before we decide if he needs to be executed or not." He turns his attention to Satarel. "Identify yourself, Devilcat, and explain what you were doing sneaking around here. I have a Fallen, and I'm not afraid to use him."
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Post by Lysandor on Jun 7, 2012 15:55:02 GMT -6
Upon hearing that familiar plaintive mew, Lysandor looks up. A peculiar expression crosses his face for a brief second before passing, and he kisses the top of Ciel's head.
"I must go rescue an old friend," he tells her, disentangling himself from her. "I will be right back."
The scarred Fallen walks toward the trio. He assumes a severe expression.
"Captain, Master Elite, I have business with this Devilcat," he says sternly. He puts on a gauntlet and grabs Satarel from K'Kerom. With Satarel close by, Lysandor hisses in his ear. "What in the nine heavens are you doing?"
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Post by Valentine on Jun 9, 2012 0:12:46 GMT -6
"Jess?" Becky says, scooting her own chair closer to her girlfriends'. "I did think you were better at poetry than that...
Valentine gives her former and current pupils one last stern look before she takes a turn around the room murmuring greetings to the other attendees.
"Captain, Elite, Marquis... "
She glances out the window curiously.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2012 0:25:19 GMT -6
Satarel mews again and looks at Lysandor with his ears flat to his head. "I was invited! I'm not a spy and I didn't do it!" He squirms around in the Fallen's grip, grabbing the fur trim on his coat.
"Let go of me! Please!" He whines, his long hair hiding his face as he smirks and winks at Lysandor.
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Post by Lysandor on Jun 9, 2012 17:33:52 GMT -6
"He is not lying," Lysandor says without a trace of amusement. He stiffens when Satarel begins to squirm, and abruptly lets him go - looking ever-so-slightly flustered. "No point in keeping him captive when he is just as clueless as the rest of us."
Jess looks even more confused. "I thought it was one of you, honestly." At the comment of poetry, she shrugs. "You'd be surprised. I gave all that up shortly after I graduated high school. Over-dramatic nonsense, at least mine were."
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Tybalt
Denizen
Captain of the Palace Guard
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 9, 2012 17:37:26 GMT -6
Tybalt takes a step toward Lysandor when he lets the Devil Cat go, stops, and sighs loudly.
"Oh, that's just great," he says. "Let him go." He holds up a hand as though to stop someone from speaking. "No, no, it's fine. It's not like we've been looking for a Devil Cat who's been sneaking into the Palace and Court functions for decades now. Are there any other criminals you'd like to release, Master Lysandor? Another thief, perhaps? Or maybe a murderer?"
He doesn't wait for Lysandor to reply before stalking off, muttering Devilish epitaphs under his breath.
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Post by K'Kerom on Jun 9, 2012 17:38:49 GMT -6
K'Kerom gives Lysandor a sharp look, but says nothing. He steps back into the shadows, all but disappearing - save for a pair of steely blue eyes.
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Illyon
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Marquis Incubus
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Post by Illyon on Jun 9, 2012 17:42:00 GMT -6
Illyon inclines his head to Valentine.
"Ambassador," he drawls, lips curling into a faintly seductive smile. "How do you fare this fine eve? Are you enjoying the mystery?"
He leans against one of the marble pillars, his tail swinging idly behind him.
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Post by Ciel on Jun 10, 2012 19:16:57 GMT -6
Karen chuckles and sits next to the girls. "I started writing prose when I lost hold of my poetry. I find it's a better switch."
Ciel watched Lys walk away and heard slight voices. She giggled and sat on the floor, legs indian style, and sat back. He'd be back. And Ere would be in her lap before everything was over.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Jun 13, 2012 22:09:30 GMT -6
Ere's ears flick this way and that and she glances at Satarel, her eyes widening before she shuts them for a moment.
"This is... such a mess..." She murmurs softly, pressing her fingers to her temples. She waves a hand to the mortals and sighs.
"I suppose that I will just find out when I find out..." She drifts further away from the group, still sighing.
"Well it wasn't me... I'm a little better than that." Becky says wrinkling her nose. "A variation on arrange twice in the same line. No thank you."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2012 14:55:31 GMT -6
Satarel saunters up to Tybalt, his tail twitching behind him. His voice rises with every word he speaks.
"I resent that, Captain. We don't all start with noble titles to throw away. Some of us have to make the best of what we can... What free cat would pass up the chance to meet Lady Ciel Trakand. The first of our kind to ascend to the Courts for over a thousand years!" With that he spins around and shadows with a soft boom to kneel in front of Ciel.
He reaches for her hand and looks her in the eyes.
"Marry me?"
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Post by Ciel on Jun 21, 2012 2:17:09 GMT -6
She looked at Satarel with mirth in her eyes, caressing his fingers softly as she reached up to pat his face. " As tempting as that offer is, sir, I'm afraid that I can't."
She giggled and looked in Ere's direction. "I am currently involved. However, if anything ever happens to my involvement, I can leave you with the hope that perhaps, in an decade or two, I would more than likely be ready to try again. However, at the moment, my involvement is rather deep. So I am sorry, but feel free to come and watch me at court whenever you like. So long as you don't bring brigands or anyone who is a danger to others. The gentry provide enough of both."
She stood and shot a look at Lysandor. "Giving him an open invitation should not be that difficult, should it Lysandor? So long as he promises to behave and takes full responsibility should he not?"
Then she slowly turns her gaze back down to Satarel. "Because he should know that if he does not behave himself at court, I can handle punishment for him. And he does not wish that, knowing how his own kind can be."
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Post by Valentine on Jun 22, 2012 2:30:55 GMT -6
Valentine begins to reply to the Marquis but looks over at the commotion. Her eyes widen and then narrow and she puts her hand over her mouth to cover her soft laughter. It takes her moment to look back at Illyon, her eyes still orange and sparkling with mirth.
"Quite amused, your Excellency, also pleased. Apparently Lady Trakand is learning. And you?" Her eyes narrow a little as she regards him.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Jun 22, 2012 2:42:11 GMT -6
Ere turns around as Satarel proposes to her lover and stares. As Ciel looks at her she smirks.
"You are all insane. But I don't suppose I have any room to throw stones."she says shaking her head. She stretches looking up at the ceiling with her arms behind her back.
"Since it seems that our refreshment and entertainment was not considered..." She begins digging in the depths of her dress.
"Lysandor, Roka. Attend, if you please?" she starts to pull a large wooden table out of the inky swirling depths.
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Bardiel
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Outlands Wanderer
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Post by Bardiel on Jun 29, 2012 0:52:39 GMT -6
The doors to the mansion burst open suddenly with a crash, the invading rush of night air causing the candles to splutter. Along with the wind tumbles in Bardiel, his long limbs all in a tangle, wings askew and breathing heavily. For a moment his golden face surveys the gathered ensemble of demons, expressionless. It seemed to him that the silence stretched on forever.
“Er…,” he grasped for words, anything should do. But there were a number of exceedingly dangerous looking men lurking in the shadows, maybe fifty. There was no way he could think of anything to say with all of them watching, undressing him with their azure eyes. There was only one thing for it.
“Salutations! Greetings! Hallo! Gon ni chiwa! Bonjour! Don’t I know you from some where?” he greeted the cast one by one. A nod of the head, a little curtsy, and then he was off again. Badiel weaved his way needle like, passed a red haired beauty and crimson skinned gentleman. Shadows would lick out at him, but a little step (a small skip) and he had twirled a foxy boy to dance with the shadows instead. Or he’d dodge behind the hips of an amber eyed lady, just in time.
He glimpsed someone else he’d yet to greet but when he saw their face he pulled up short. A gaping hole was in place of their features. He spun around and everyone had lost their faces. It was like someone had punctured all of their heads, now all they could to do is stare our blindly with that gaping look of surprise carved into their skulls.
Before he knew it he was lying down in front of the door, his head hurt terribly. Had he tripped and fallen down while saying hello? Did someone just knock him flat? Or was it all a delusion? Had he possibly only just entered the mansion, to simply loose consciousness? Hells! Introductions were bad enough without having to do it all again.
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Tybalt
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Captain of the Palace Guard
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Post by Tybalt on Jul 5, 2012 17:56:26 GMT -6
Tybalt turns when Satarel walks up to him, but makes no reply. He blinks at the Devil Cat's sudden proposal and just shakes his head.
"I'm going back to guarding... This is just getting ridic-"
At that moment, Bardiel makes his entrance.
"-culous..."
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Post by Lysandor on Jul 5, 2012 17:59:57 GMT -6
"Well, I'm a little worried now," Jess says. "I'm supposed to be the GM, shouldn't I at least have an idea of what's going on?"
Lysandor moves to obey his Queen, but the sudden arrival of another Fallen stops him short. He stares at the man, shock and recognition clear on his face. He rushes to the Fallen's side when he falls, but stops just short of actually touching.
"Bardiel?" he asks, voice soft with astonishment.
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Illyon
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Marquis Incubus
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Post by Illyon on Jul 5, 2012 18:02:17 GMT -6
A small smile of amusement curls the Devil Inbubus's lips at the antics of the Court. "If for no other reason, it was worth coming out to see such a spectacle."
Illyon watches the next scene unfold with mild interest and sips at his bloodwine.
"Oh, someone you know, Master Lysandor?"
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Bardiel
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Outlands Wanderer
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Post by Bardiel on Jul 5, 2012 21:33:20 GMT -6
“…Who?” the tall Fallen quickly scrambles to his feet, aided by a flurry of his wings, the commotion causing crooked feathers to scatter about him. He squints at Lysandor, his face a golden nondescript mask.
Slowly he draws himself to his full height. He looks down his silver haired counterpart, then across the room and back again, the corners of his mouth twitching excitedly. “I’m terribly sorry Commander, but there’s no way in Hell you’d know me,” he snapped a sloppy salute before stealing a customary glance over Lysandor’s shoulder.
What Bardiel sees must amuse him, for he laughs manically. “Beside,” he continues with a shrug of his shoulders “You look the dutiful sort. Respectable fellow such as yourself would have little and less to do with a cracked pot like me. Nice to meet you regardless. Bardiel am I? Alrighty. ”
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Post by Ereshkigal on Jul 10, 2012 0:32:39 GMT -6
Becky rolls her eyes. "Well it's not as if I ever did. I pretty started out saying okay here's the situation... go play. You guys have way more interesting story ideas." At this point Bardiel does his turn through the room. "Speaking of ideas getting ideas of their own - where's Kurt?"
Ere raises her eyebrows as the mad fallen skips and scampers around the room. She continues pulling a large table out of her dress. Candles follow it and light on their own. Under the cover of placing bottles and bags of chips and such on the table she scans the rest upper levels of the room again, but doesn't see anything.
She glances over she shoulder at Bardiel and Lysandor, frowning a little.
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