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Post by Thane on Sept 6, 2005 22:43:46 GMT -6
Thane continues to walk into the square with the pups firmly clutched into his bulky trunk. Thane bids pleasantries with many of the Rachets as he and Lysandor make their way to the table and stand before the great stairs that circle up into the large hollowed blister that is centered in cave ceiling. Thane looks to Lysandor. "Does it bother you that we live in a cave?" Thane asks, "It is our den of solace in a mad world not so eager for our continued survival." Thane gruffs. " Yet it has been our home for a millennia, and for a millennia to come, for we rachet are the very epitome of survival." Thane says looking somber for a moment. "We keep to ourselves... mostly... and we protect our sanctuary with an unmatched ferocity that legends can only boast of."
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 7, 2005 15:17:09 GMT -6
"I did not mean any offense, Master Thane," Lysandor replies. "But . . ." At this, he begins to look somewhat embarrassed. "Many of my people share this trait, this phobia . . ." He pauses, trying to find the words to explain to Thane what he had meant. "Fallen, as you know, possess the ability to fly. As such, there are those who have phobias of closed-in places, claustophobia. Not many, but there are some . . . I have the misfortune of having a mild case of claustophobia." This last part is said softly, and with much difficulty. It is clear by both tone, volume, and appearance that Lysandor doens't want this fact to become well-known. ((Wouldn't know if that's true or not, but it seems it might be, seeing as how Fallen DO fly and such. And I couldn't resist adding some form of extra humor to this whole thing. ::grins:
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Post by Lye on Sept 9, 2005 3:11:25 GMT -6
"Thane, Lysandor!" Lye calls from her place near the head of the table. The Elders are seated along the head of the table, with Me'Kel on the end, near to Lye. Lye waves so that the men will see her; she is trying to keep a delicate balance between keeping a fast pace and rushing through.
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Post by Thane on Sept 10, 2005 12:46:34 GMT -6
Thane looks sideways at Lysandor and tries to keep a straight face to the claustrophobia comments the Fallen has found fitting to convey to him. "That information should be kept under tight reign Master Lysandor... You don't appear to have any angst at the palace, and the rooms there are quite smaller in size and scope as this grand cavern." Thane says looking puzzled. As Lye calls the stragglers in to be seated, Thane walks forward and pats Lysandor square between the shoulders, "Well, let us hurry and take our seats and think of less embarrassing things, shall we?"
As Thane approaches the guest of honor seats, he sits and places the pups in his lap and holds them facing Lye. "Lady Lye... meet my nephews Theen and Korr." Thane grins as he holds the pups facing her. The two cubs look cute as ever as they stare with tilted heads at the dark angel. "Boys this is Master Lye, Lye Violeteye." Thane then places the pups down, and the 6 Elders stand to begin the ceremony. Each offer a polite gesture and the entire mass of Rachets each take a seat. Some at the Grand table, others on the floor surrounding low tables that have been brought out on this short notice. Me'Kel remains standing as the others are seated and she speaks with authority. "As acting Chief elder, it is my honor and duty to receive these three elite into our village with full honor and prestige." She says holding her hand out to the elite. The rachet hoard roar with applause. Me'Kel' continues, "Our High, Wicked and magnanimous Queen has bestowed upon us her graces by sending to us these great warriors to investigate these mysterious occurrences that have come to bear this plague upon our village and our people." She looks concerned as she stands but continues. "I have full confidence these envoys of the high court will bring a swift end to this series of misfortune and restore the rightful balance. I ask you all to support our guests in this investigation, and allow them fullest courtesies of our homes and work places so that they may put an end to this matter with swift resolve." Again the room roars with praise and applause. "Let this feast begin!" she says with false glee and slowly sits in a troubled pose.
As the sounds of a thousand hounds begin to feast Thane begins to grab large portions of food onto his plate and pours a large glass of brew. He cracks his thick fingers and commences to eat like a ravenous wolf. The pups gather scraps that fall from Thane's plate and chew it like tomorrow will never come.
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Post by Lye on Sept 12, 2005 3:27:05 GMT -6
Lye smiled sweetly at the cubs, not giving into her urge to hug the cute little fluffy things and say "Aww," but admiring them from a distance. She had a soft spot for cubs, children, demonlings...young ones. She gave a slight wave to the cubs when Thane introduced them, and said, "Nice to meet you, Theen and Korr." Me'Kel's speech made Lye feel a bit better. At least the rachets wanted this to be over as much as the palace did. As Thane and the other hounds begin eating, Lye looks at Lysandor to exchange a glance, before grabbing the leg of some animal and beginning to eat.
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 12, 2005 18:09:34 GMT -6
"Appearances can be quite deceiving," Lysandor grumbles to himself, following Thane. He sits quietly through the Elder's speech. His sterling eyes narrow imperceptively at her words "acting Cheif Elder," but he says nothing. The feast was not the time to probe deeper in the mystery just yet.
He catches Lye's glance, and turns back to the table filled full of exotic, but delicious smelling dishes. Apprehensively, Lysandor grabs something shaped vaguely like a vegatable, though it obviously was a creature of some sort or another. It was tasty, no doubt about it.
"Your cooks are excellent," Lysandor tells Thane with all his usual emotion. "In this case, however, I think ignorance is bliss."
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Post by Thane on Sept 13, 2005 18:57:51 GMT -6
Amid the crunching and smacking, Thane nods to Lysandor and speaks with his mouthful. "Everyone has contributed... they all contribute to feasts." Thane says tugging at a particular tough piece of sinew in his snarling teeth as it pops free from the bone. "After all, we aren't complete savages... Thane spits his food as he eats like a barbarian. "If you like this... Wait till dessert..." Thane says with his brows raised looking out the corner of his eye at the slim fallen. With a loud gulp Thane makes a giant swallow and begins to chug at his large ale as thin streams of the dark red brew begin to flow off his chin and the pups begin to lap at the raining beer.
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 13, 2005 20:02:13 GMT -6
Lysandor swallows his mouthful, washing it down with the ale. "I'm afraid I might have to pass on desserts. Sweets . . . disagree with me." He chooses another dish at random. "I must ask, what are we to expect while we're here? Doubtlessly, your culture here is different from the city."
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Post by Thane on Sept 13, 2005 22:24:22 GMT -6
"Suit yourself." Thane says as he slams down his now empty mug on the table. The hounds eyes become watery and squint as his large mouth opens extremely wide and his ears pin to his sleek skull. From the depths of Thane's dark innards comes the most earth trembling belch. Thane smacks his lips and grabs another pitcher and fills up his mug yet again.
Thane pauses for a moment at Lysandor's inquiry of the village. "Expect to be treated well, Expect to be aided in our investigation and expect at least one of these young hot heads to challenge you, for your title brings much to boast of." Thane's eyes point to one of the burly young males seated opposite them at the table. "His eyes burn at you Master Lysandor." Thane laughs. "Don't be surprised... Jorak may try to pass the rights of dominance toward you... Please don't decline as it is a terrible insult... but please don't kill him either." Thane says trying not to choke on his food from laughing. "He is mighty, but he lacks discretionary dicipline... As all my young brothers must learn that great strength is not always apparent at first glance."
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 14, 2005 10:23:08 GMT -6
"As all youth must learn," Lysandor replies, casting a discreet glance at the Gabriel Rachet Thane called Jorak. He allows the slightest ghost of a smile. "You needn't worry about young Jorak, Master Thane. Shame shall not touch your people or the Elite."
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Post by Lye on Sept 16, 2005 4:07:25 GMT -6
Lye chuckles, wiping her mouth with a napkin and moving many cleaned bones to the side of her plate. "Good to know, thanks Thane." She lowers her voice and continues, obviously amused, "I have to admit, I'd pay to see Jorak get his ass handed to him by Lysandor." She looks around to the Fallen. "Lysandor, are you telling us that you are an Elite who cannot eat muffins and cookies?"
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 16, 2005 19:43:38 GMT -6
Lysandor's gaze drops to his plate at Lye's question, and he shifts ever so slightly. If one were to look closely, one could see something of a blush creep along his cheeks. As embarrassed as he was at admitting his phobia to Thane, he's further humiliated at the fact that his diet is strictly sweets-free.
"Most sweets contain sugar, sometimes caffine," he says quietly, hoping that none of Thane's people will hear. "Both are stimulents, and can . . . aggravate my condition. Rather than risk losing control, I just avoid the substances altogether . . ."
Lysandor's already small - for a Fallen - stature seems to shrink as his embarrassment grows with each word. He busies himself with his food, tearing apart some of the meats unnecessarily small to try and hide his embarrassment.
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Post by Thane on Sept 17, 2005 12:54:50 GMT -6
"Look Lye..." Thane says with his eyes fixed on Lysandor, "What would you call that shade of red," Thane roars with laughter. After his laughing fit is over, Thane clears his throat and pat each pup on the head, "That was funny..." as the pups press into Thane's claws for a thorough scratching. "Uncle Thane..." Korr asks in his sweet childlike voice. "Why have you been gone so long?" Thane continues to scratch his head and answers. "Because my job is to protect our vile evilness from those who would want to do her harm." Thane says softly to the young rachet. "I have sworn an oath to protect her and to do that I must be near her all the time." Theen pipes in. "At the palace!" he says with wide eyes. Thane laughs "Yes at the palace... in the city, as I've told you two hundreds of times before." Thane says tickling the rolly puffballs as they giggle loudly.
The remnants of the feast has been reduced to bones in a quick blink and the large trays are removed. Rachet girls return with smaller goblets that bubble from the heat inside them. Before the elite a chalice is placed until one is placed before Lysandor and Thane takes the server and whispers into their ear for a moment. The chalice is quickly removed and soon a new one is returned with the same boiling mixture but not a bright red as the others. Thane looks at Lye and Lysandor, "Watch this..." He says with eager look in his eyes. The entire horde is given a goblet and as the servers return to their seats, Me'Kel stands and waves her hand back and forth as the boiling goblets begin to freeze and change color with each wave of her claws. with a bright flash each goblet has a spiring ice sculpture of deepest red that crackles into many fragments back into the chalice. The once boiling liquid is now a creamy and smooth whip. Thane can't wait as he sticks a finger into the cup and licks off the creamy goodness. Each pup is trying to get onto the table for the goblet and Thane nabs them and gives each a taste before he takes a spoon and makes his dessert vanish quickly.
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Post by Lye on Sept 18, 2005 3:42:51 GMT -6
Lye doesn't want to laugh because she can see that Lysandor is embarassed, but she just cannot help it. "Hmm...I'd say...rouge?" She cackles. "Oh well, don't worry about it, Lysandor. At least it's not like they're poisonous to you, or something."
Lye is pretty impressed with the dessert display, shown by her raised eyebrows. She takes the chalice and a spoon, and tries a small bit of it at first. It is fluffy, soft, and sweet, like whipped mousse. She, too, makes her dessert vanish quickly.
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 18, 2005 9:38:56 GMT -6
Inwardly, Lysandor curses at his lack of self-control. His blush disappears, but not his discomfort. His mood improves somewhat with the chalice display. Idly, Lysandor wonders if it were magic or alchemy, and the hand gestures were just for show. Either way, Lysandor is rather hesitant to try the concoction.
Though not sweet, it is rather good.
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Post by Thane on Sept 18, 2005 12:11:23 GMT -6
Thane has a look of bliss for a moment after he sets the goblet back very slowly. "Well, that hit the spot." Thane says as his huge tongue circles his muzzle cleaning off any remnant that may have splashed on his black mug.
The entire room becomes abuzz with conversation after the dessert is gone. Thane leans back in his seat and lowers the pups to the floor. "Go back to your mother boys, Uncle Thane has work to do now." the pups voice their disapproval of being sent home but scamper off to one of the smaller tables into a female rachet's arms that Thane had spoken to earlier. Thane grabs a napkin and rubs his mouth with it and stands. "Lady Me'Kel..." Thane says with a slight bow. "Thank you for this warm reception, but forgive me as we are eager to begin our investigation. Thane says bluntly. "Please disclose to us the nature of this plague that has crippled our village and threaten our people." Thane looks to the elite before he walks toward the solemn elder. Me'Kel looks hesitant to disclose the extent of the damage to the angelic outsiders but concedes to Thane's prodding. "Very well, if you would follow us..." all the elders rise and they begin to venture toward the back of the dark chasm. Me'Kel takes Thane's arm to lead him on to the rachet village infirmary way back into the depths of the cave.
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Post by Lye on Sept 22, 2005 23:26:30 GMT -6
Lye can tell that they are walking to an infirmary, and as such expects to see beds upon beds of wounded citizens. Perhaps some sort of disfiguring disease that is difficult to explain? She is surprised at what is actually in there: a bunch of sturdy, uninjured, healthy-looking ratchets. Upon closer look, she can see that they seem distressed and irritable, but still unharmed. "Lady Me'Kel...what is, er, supposed to be wrong with them?"
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 23, 2005 14:23:35 GMT -6
Lysandor looks around at the seemingly healthy-looking Rachets, a slight crossing his face. He looks up to the Rachet elder, waiting her reply.
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Post by Thane on Sept 24, 2005 9:56:18 GMT -6
As Thane enters the infirmary with Me'Kel his eyes widen and he looks completely upset. He walks directly to what looks like the largest Rachet in the village and he speaks. "Chief?" Thane says bewildered as he takes the giant ratchet by the shoulders. Me'Kel looks sad as a tear begins to stream down her cheek. The giant rachet looks to Thane and throws Thane's hands off of of him. In a snarling threat he stands and growls at Thane. "How dare you touch me..." The rachet chief stands a full head taller than Thane as he glares down at the elite hound. Thane looks odd for a moment as if he were actually sad. The moment passes as Thane looks into the larger hounds eyes. Though Thane is shorter than the Chief he is just as brawny as his towering companion. Thane stands his ground. "How dare I?" Thane spits back, "Just who do you think put you into power here Lord Grell?" Thane growls clearly becoming defensive. Me'Kel shrieks as she runs up to Grell. "My son please stop... you are not well." and she squeezes between Thane and Grell preventing the two warriors from continuing their misunderstanding.
Thane steps back still agitated and confused. "What the hell is happening here?" Thane barks still stunned. Me'Kel lays Grell down again and turns to Thane with more tears. "They don't remember... they can't remember... anything." she begins to break down and cry openly. "My husband is found slain and my only son can't remember..." Thane stands looking dumbfounded. "Chief Elder Brock... Slain?" Thane mutters stupefied. Me'Kel rushes to him and throws herself at his feet pleading to him. "Master Thane you are our last hope... Please... PLEASE find who has done this to my family." She says as she cries into her hands as she sits shaking, slumped on the floor at Thane's feet.
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Post by Lye on Sept 25, 2005 1:39:34 GMT -6
"They can't remember anything? Is it like some sort of mass amnesia?"
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