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Post by Atticus Daegal on Apr 2, 2015 22:19:36 GMT
Atticus had been standing by the doorway to greet everyone on their way in. From his perspective, it WAS his meeting, so good form would dictate that the host do just this. When Hilda was brought in, he was about to welcome them but was passed right by when the Kolyarut simply ushered her directly into her seat. He was left stricken silent with his finger in the air as though midway through deciding to push the matter. He did not. Instead he simply sighed and quietly sympathized with the pirate as she was forced into unfamiliar and admittedly uncomfortable circumstances. Truly, he had not intended for the Queen to be present tonight, nor the Grand Mages, but when he was informed midway through planning a dinner meeting for two that they would have a great deal more to handle tonight... well... he had to improvise swiftly.
To show his support for his soon-to-be travelling companion, he offered a wave in return, his eyes sympathetically shaped to indicate he knew exactly what she was dealing with. His focus on this detail was exactly what caused him to miss Buliri marching into the room next. Atticus spun his head to greet the Illusionist only to have the gnome talk over him as well. It was obvious that the dark-robed wizard was having some difficulty in commanding a presence. He simply sighed and nodded, holding a hand up to indicate the gnome's seat two spots down from Hilda. Between them would be the Brass Duke's seat. Atticus had arranged it thus in the belief that it would cause the least amount of drama.
So, there was two guests already in attendance. He had room for himself, Regina (but NOT Charles as apparently she had sent him away earlier in the day, a fact that made Atticus remember the man's extreme distaste for him not long ago), the Lady Diva, Rail, and a spot he had been asked to leave open for someone who would be announced later. He wasn't quite sure what to expect from that.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of this distraction, Atticus looked again to the door, determined not to be passed by or spoken over again. Of course, if the Queen was next, he would have to bow and wait to be spoken to as per the procedure of court, but that was a special case anyway. Quietly, he wondered what he should expect from this mysterious newcomer and what business needed discussing that it required the Grand Mages to be (mostly) assembled once more?
And to think, this was supposed to be a simple meeting to determine where they would go to collect their healer first...
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Post by The Brass Duke on Apr 2, 2015 23:34:56 GMT
Strolling in next with cane in hand, the Brass Duke arrived with an anxious kick in his stride. He paused at the door, his chin raised high and noble, and handed the young wizard his sceptre and field book. He gave Atticus explicit instructions to keep them on a table near the hall's tall windows, where they typically put out the buffet, and patted him on the shoulder.
"I hear you've been busy this afternoon," he said between wiping his forehead with a small red kerchief, his eyes suspiciously darting left and right. He gave the boy a quick squeeze on the arm before brushing by and nodding to the Mad Maestro, and then gave the pirate a narrow, squinted once-over. "Is that your natural color? Blue is a bold choice. You remind me of Caria; the old bat would change her hair daily, and change the properties of her clothes at least seven or eight times a day. Not unlike our Illusionist here, she favored outrageous trends--setting them, of course."
He moved quickly to his seat and dropped into it with a thud, and turned fully to the gnome at his side, ignoring Hilda completely.
"Speaking of the dearly departed, I was in the office today...seeing to some documents of no importance, that mule of a receptionist handed me an envelope with Caria's writing on it. Snaggletooth went on to say the old bat did arrange for a replacement, and that upon her death should be inducted immediately. The receptionist was mum on the name, but I hope it isn't Professor Argavette. He doesn't even know his way around a Teleportation. Remember when half of him got stuck in-between while trying to get away from his wife after that night of heavy drinking at the Pink Conch? I really hope the geezer didn't will that her successor would be that ugly, half dead cat of hers, either. It licked me once and I swear I caught a rash."
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Post by Almalexia on Apr 3, 2015 1:58:46 GMT
"It does not do to speak ill of the dead, Brass Duke..." came a voice from the door. Standing there was a very stern looking woman, short but nevertheless lithe and agile-looking. Long strips of metal dangled from her equally lengthy ears which indicated that she was in fact an elf. Her sharp, golden eyes scanned the room once before striding forward with her arms behind her back and her head held high. Each step was a measured, precise effort which caused her violet and silver cape to billow lightly behind her. She came directly to the head of the table without addressing the wizard holding Brass' cane and book. With a sharp click of her heels, she addressed the Duke directly.
"According to the lady Caria's final will and testament, her feline companion was to be buried alongside her upon confirmation of her passing. In light of our apparent lack of a body, I have overseen the execution of the former Grand Mage of Conjuration's wishes to the best of my ability and have arranged services for her funeral this coming Saturday at 10am. You, as her colleagues, are encouraged to make a respectful appearance..." she said firmly and without any sign of remorse for the apparent murder of Caria's cat.
Without waiting for any form of reaction, as though the matter were complete in her eyes, the woman produced an envelope with a purple seal on it and placed it upon the table. "My name is Almalexia Ar'Noren. I have been appointed in accordance to Caria's will as her successor. You may address me as Grand Mage Almalexia," she said in the same matter of fact tone she had used in her first announcement before turning a sharp ninety-degree angle and marching to the seat that had been reserved for her. She sat calmly and with authority, and absolutely no sign of anything resembling self-doubt. This was a very confident woman.
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Post by The Brass Duke on Apr 4, 2015 14:25:42 GMT
There was wide-eyed disgust in the Transmuter's eyes as he heard of the fate of the Conjurer's beloved cat; Lord Brass may have thought the creature well beyond its useful years, but even he had a soft spot for animals, and what a morbid way to go. He was sickened. And now, facing the heir-apparent who would seat herself as their peer--an Elf.
"Ah-ah, Alma. I'm surprised the Council let you in, considering the Eveliegh laws concerning you and your kind. Even more fascinating, you graduated, after what you did to Professor Damus in Potions and Theories. You are the Conjurer's successor?"
Now this simply wouldn't do, an Elf sitting among the Grand Mages. Now the Brass Duke had nothing against the Elves, but with Royal treaties not being upheld by their homelands in Maedelsa and the Dominion, Regina's father had put tighter restrictions on the Elven citizens within the Empire. None were to have status, but now here she was, a Moon Elf--a grand Mage! First Zaestria, whom he respected. But now...Almalexia was a loose cannon, at best.
"Just for the record, Elves sit at the buffet table, the man said in a huff, folding his arms indignantly and shooting the Mad Maestro a concerned gaze.
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Post by Maestro Buliri on Apr 6, 2015 3:23:27 GMT
The gnome would chuckle to himself as the unusual party began to gather. First, a criminal, escorted by one of those mechanical marvels from Namorn no less! That alone would be great comedy, but Brass came sauntering in next, full of his usual piss and vinegar when it came to... well, anything that wasn't HIM or transmutation, really. He immediately set to his gossiping about this or that. Today it happened to be regarding Caria's replacement. Shocking turnover, that. The woman was only declared dead less than 24 hours ago and they didn't even have a body to bury in any case.
Buliri was just about to make a point to this matter when the drama heightened. One of Caria's prize students, Almalexia, came marching in like she owned the place and started placing orders. The Maestro knew all too well this girl loved to enforce order in Caria's classes, so this kind of behavior wasn't exactly NEW to him... but the fact that she was speaking to the Grand Mages like this did rather take him aback. It hadn't even registered in his mind what she was even barking at them until after she had boldly moved to the empty place at the table and claimed it as her own. She even sat there like she'd done so a million times in the past... no hesitation or NOTHING.
And then it connected in Buliri's head.
"Wait... You buried her cat ALIVE?" he asked incredulously. He looked back and forth between the woman and Brass, half-expecting the man to absolutely explode in her face. Killing a student is one thing, but mess with a CAT?
Thankfully, the Duke did not disappoint by any stretch of the imagination. While he did not explode, he did immediately jump into an extremely racist tirade that would make any lyrics contest audience hoot in shock. Quietly, the grinning gnome took inventory of this and started to assign points. That was Brass - 1, Alma - 0. He couldn't wait to see what she came back with! He didn't even bother hiding how exciting he found it as he snapped his attention from one to the other in expectation. He didn't even notice when Brass gave him that concerned look, and frankly was not quite as upset about the matter as his friend.
After all... he was a GNOME and he was on the council...
Then again, Brass busted his balls about the matter until he pranked the Duke into thinking Lucian had survived and had returned to kick him out...
They'd been best friends ever since.
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Post by Almalexia on Apr 6, 2015 3:38:39 GMT
"And Grand Mages sit among their peers..." Almalexia immediately reasoned against Brass' crass statements. Her eyes were sharp and cunning, her posture perfect and her hands folded neatly before her. She looked directly into the man's eyes with unwavering confidence and strength even in the face of his insults and insinuations. "And unlike some at this table who had to wait for an entire school of better, more worthy successors to be erased from consideration, I was chosen first by the head of my school and again by the empress herself. I have earned my place here through hard work and dedication, not blind luck."
Ignoring Buliri's shock at what she did to the aged old feline for the time being, Almalexia continued. "And as a Grand Mage, I expect the respect and courtesy of being addressed as Almalexia, and not by any other, more familiar nickname. As to the matter of Professor Damus, I was within my rights to correct his rather misinformed lecture. It is right that he removed himself from this campus before his ineptitude brought further shame to this illustrious seat of study to the arcane arts."
Having put as fine a point on this as she could, the elven woman immediately turned her attention to the woman seated beside Brass. Her chin lifted ever-so-slightly, as though looking down her nose at the woman could increase the contempt in her words. "More distressing is the presence of a criminal in our midst. Has the Rainbow Tower sunken so low as the seek the assistance of thieves and sinners?" she asked in a very high-and-mighty tone that even a cleric would find a little demeaning. Her attention shot to Atticus, still struggling with the Duke's effects. "This woman should be confined to a jail cell, not dining at the right hand of the Queen of our lands," she stated firmly.
The woman's steely gaze shifted once more from the one whom she blamed for this travesty of justice to her wrist where she held concealed a small timepiece wrapped neatly by a modest silver chain. "Speaking of Her Majesty, she is due to arrive any moment..." she observed, an eyebrow quirking to indicate her annoyance at the empty seats that did not belong to her highness. It was neither proper nor polite to arrive late to a meeting with the ruler of these lands, moreso even that those who were arriving at such an inconvenient hour were Grand Mages, and as such supposed to be the example by which the people were expected to live their lives.
She would be having words with these late-comers privately.
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Post by Atticus Daegal on Apr 6, 2015 3:51:33 GMT
Just as Atticus had turned to greet new arrivals, the Brass Duke practically threw his things into the poor student's hands, nearly knocking him over with the heft of the scepter flying at his chest and the book falling into his hands. He was able to catch both without letting them hit the floor before the Duke patted his shoulder and subtly hinted that he might have known something happened between Atticus and Lady Diva.
The dark-robed wizard's eyes widened only a moment and he was once again thankful that no one could actually see his face flush. He opened his mouth to say SOMETHING in response but no sooner had he gotten his brains back in line had the duke moved on without him. The inexperienced Atticus was left with little more to do than sigh and thank his stars that he didn't have to go into a rant to try and cover up... something. It was odd, but he couldn't actually RECALL doing ANYTHING with Lady Diva besides talk, really. The feeling was beginning to nag at the back of his-
Suddenly, another voice and Atticus jumped lightly in surprise. The woman had walked up with nary a sound and he was caught completely off-guard. As he spun to face the woman, he went to explain that this gathering was by royal invite only and he needed to see her invitation. However, that went about as well as the others who had entered the room unannounced and undeclared. She strolled right by like he was invisible and started taking command of the room. Within seconds, she had declared who she was, what she'd done, and how she'd come to be among them. She even countered the Duke's comments in complete stride and may in fact be the ONLY person he'd ever seen actually do that. While impressive, it was nevertheless a little overbearing.
Realizing now that he still held Brass' things like a complete errand boy, Atticus rolled his eyes in frustration at his own inability to take charge and put them neatly in an out of the way spot (on a table, near the tall windows as he did NOT want to be interrupted again to go re-place them). He then walked back over to the doors, crossing his arms in defiance against fate itself. He was NOT going to get distracted or spoken over or harassed again! The very next person who came through those doors was going to listen to him and they were going to LIKE it!
At least... that's how he felt until the next person actually showed up...
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Post by The Brass Duke on Apr 8, 2015 14:13:02 GMT
This woman was bold...
Bold like Diva, or like his own mother, but certainly not as acceptable...
The Brass Duke folded both of his arms and crossed one leg over the other as he scaled the woman up and down, his nose wrinkling at the very sight of her. She was a gorgeous specimen, and by no means was the man a racist--he had Elven 'friends' in the past--he simply had his opinion for their place among the Eveliegh Empire. For centuries the mostly-humans of Avalendor waged an endless war with the Elf-dominated Domion of the Sun (occasionally reinforced by the Norein Reach's Wild Elves and the Moon Elves of Maedelsa); it was unnatural an Elf would sit among the highest order of Humans.
Buliri ignored his look of concern and instead began guffawing at the whole ordeal, laughing all the way. He'd fall out of his chair in time, the Duke was sure, or make an ass of himself some other way...but he'd be no help here tonight. His focus was centered on tricking the young Atticus, not fighting some tyrant masking her own prejudices and ulterior motives under some pompous exterior.
"Though you have successfully crawled your way up the social ladder, Almalexia of Maedelsa, weaseled your way into the ranks of your betters, and have given yourself such a robust title fitting for your delicate frame," he said with a bite, "you will first have to truly prove yourself and your worth among your new peers. You may have just been given your title, but you are no associate of mine by any stretch of the word. For the time being, you are a silent observer in our hallowed halls, to learn the way of the Circle and to mold yourself to our viewpoint. As Transmuter, it will be by my judgment whether you've flourished into a worthy butterfly.
"Until then, Alma, keep your opinions of the pirate to yourself. Mrs. Hyne is a guest to the Rainbow Tower until her contract is fulfilled, at which time her record will be clean. She hasn't taken a life in her career, and I believe that warrants some leniency on our part--after all, the Fallen has selected her as a companion. Were you privy to our last meeting, you would realize the significance of relying on some people we normally ostracize. You should understand this above all else. To reaffirm what I said earlier: you are an Elf. You're here because of Her Majesty's initiative and hers alone. Were her father still living, you would be back in Maedelsa running scared from the Sylvan Trinity--they're still in charge over there, aren't they? Ruler-ship there is so lax nothing lasts long...can never really tell who we're fighting."
The Duke offered her a derisive smirk. "Keep your trap shut until spoken to, and I think we'll get along just nice. You think I was just given my place here? I worked daily, far beyond the requirements of my peers at the academy, earning my rightful place in this station by surpassing my master's expectations. It was willed that I usurp his claim to Transmuter Master Specialist in the even of his demise or retirement. I've not slithered my way here accidentally, Miss Ar'Noren. Do not forget your place among your betters, or you'll never make it to peer. We don't work as one against our enemies, and there are seven of us. Do you wish to take on seven? Or would you like to fit in with the rest of the mold?"
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Post by The Creator on Apr 8, 2015 14:23:59 GMT
Regina arrived shortly after Almalexia, but had to speak privately with a few professors on the way what needed approvals for some manner of lessons here and there. Once checked and subsequently given permission, the woman proceeded onward until coming up to the large double doors, where she paused at the sound of two powerful voices hurling biting words back and forth.
As the door was ajar, the Queen poked her head to the side so she might peak in, and saw Atticus standing dutifully on the other side. Smiling, she stepped forward and bowed her head politely, and then cringed once the Brass Duke piped back up. He sounded angry, or at least trying to prove a point, not unlike the time he insulted the high gentry on their visit to the southern provinces...who was he talking to in such a rude manner?
She brushed forward just a bit more until she was between the doorway, and spotted the Elven Conjurer at the brunt of Lord Brass's tirade. Shocked, she nearly passed the young wizard to shush this outburst, but instead decided against it. Almalexia would learn nothing of her associates if Regina stepped in. The Duke was a loose cannon, as well...better to learn one's weaknesses and strengths right away.
"Good evening, Master Atticus," the Empress said politely to the boy, extending a hand for him to shake--shake, not kiss, as was required by protocol, and nodded her head again. "I trust you slept well last night? I am sorry I couldn't meet with you again today; Charles and I had some business to attend to in town, and then we had to head back to the Palace and make several arrangements. Your companion's ship will be here soon. We saw it in the distance, I think, on our way back. So that will be nice. Make sure to have Mrs. Hyne give it a look once it arrives."
Again the woman smiled. "You are looking a bit under the weather...don't let the Brass Duke get to you. He's always had an attitude far greater than his own bodily mass...it's his heritage, if it is to be believed. 'Dragons' blood' makes people far more arrogant than necessary. Best to just ignore it and wait for key parts to interrupt. I find it amusing when he has nothing to reply with. Ha..."
She shook his hand firmly and caressed his shoulder. "Come sit, you do not have to wait for everyone to arrive. You are our host, after all. Come sit. The late are not worth risking the integrity of your weary legs." She collected the boy's arm in her own, hooking them together as she attempted to drag him along. "So tell me," she whispered. "what do you think of Mrs. Hyne?"
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Post by Almalexia on Apr 8, 2015 18:14:52 GMT
"Your opinions, Sir Brass, are noted," Almalexia replied, her attention once more turning to the man though her expression betrayed no emotional disturbance. "But seeing as you are not the Arch Mage, they hold no weight and are henceforth disregarded. You hold no power of judgement, merely an equal vote and no choice as to who you are expected to work with. I would expect someone with your background to understand their place in FATE'S grand design and know when not to fight it..." she returned, elegantly and pointedly. She was about to say more, but at that moment, the royalty had just entered the room.
This discussion would have to wait. She immediately stood in place, her hands behind her back and her head held high as she turned to face the monarch in the room. If one watched VERY closely, one might catch the slightest twitch of her eye when the robed cretin at the door was treated so... CASUALLY by her highness. Such impropriety was unfitting of the ruler of their lands, but it was not her place to correct the behavior of her Queen. Despite the seething in her heart to see their monarch, their ruler interlace her arm with someone as unworthy as a filthy murderer, all Almalexia could do was bow as the woman approached. "Your Grace..." she said by way of greeting as the woman made her way to her place at the table.
What filth could that hooded monster be filling the Queen's ear with, wondered the elven conjurer. What was so private between the two that they would walk in whispers rather than address the group? Further, why would the royalty, in their wisdom, trust a THIEF like Hilda Hyne and a KILLER like Atticus Daegal? Both of them deserved the rack as far as the conjurer was concerned... deserved divine judgement for their crimes. Yet, here they sat, smiling and enjoying the company of their betters. This was not justice, but still she would have to accept the decisions made by the land's sovereign power... for now.
Once Regina was seated, she would also return to her seat and fall into perfect poise once more. She privately wondered if the evening's agenda would be stalled by the rude and impetuous gestures of those who had not deemed this meeting important enough to arrive on time. She glanced to the door with a keen eye and a judgmental frown. Truly, if she were to decide, the latecomers would be drawn and quartered for their insult. It would be interesting to see what Queen Regina had to say about this matter....
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Post by Maestro Buliri on Apr 8, 2015 18:22:50 GMT
The Maestro audibly whistled at the apparent bitchfight between his friend and the newcomer. He'd never seen someone go toe-to-toe with Brass like this, especially without immediately boiling over and trying to outright strangle the man. Brass could be pompous at times, sure, but this chick had him matched blow-for-blow. The scorecards were even in the Maestro's mind, and this was making for excellent entertainment. Of course, he'd back his friend up in good time, and frankly was about two seconds from doing just that when Regina came walking in and immediately diffused the situation with nothing more than her presence in the room.
Buliri couldn't help but grin at the silliness of how childlike that played out. Like two squabbling siblings who can't stand each other, forced to play nice when mommy was present. He quietly wondered which one would tattle on the other first? Would Brass attempt to turn over the Queen's decision to allow an Elf on the council? Or would Alma try to have Brass expelled from their circle on the grounds of prejudice and racism? Frankly, this was a far better show - with far greater drama - than any of Diva's frou-frou productions! Speaking of...
The gnomish illusionist glanced to the door. Stroking his goatee lightly, he considered exactly WHEN he should start his little illusion. Maybe another good five minutes or so? It would be so like the woman to show up late...
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Post by Atticus Daegal on Apr 8, 2015 18:35:09 GMT
"Ah! Your highness!" Atticus stammered when he spotted Regina. He quickly uncrossed his arms and struggled between bowing or waving or whatever he was supposed to do for a few seconds. He wasn't exactly sure that their agreement that they were to treat one another as trusted friends stood in the presence of esteemed company or if he was expected to follow protocol. Thankfully, she seemed to answer the question for him by taking his hand into hers and shaking it rather than hold her hand out to be kissed. Before he knew it, he was pulled into her arm and made to walk alongside.
"Oh... uhm... I had heard that the prince-consort would not be joining us this evening. I have to admit, I had wished it would come to see what preparations are being made on your behalf. I get the distinct impression he doesn't trust me for.......whatever reason," he said, glossing over the fact that the man had basically said so much directly to his face not twenty-four hours ago. "I'm sure he handles important matters elsewhere, though."
As they walked along, Atticus attended the Queen's other concerns. "I'm glad to hear the ship makes progress. I'm sure our guest this evening will be pleased to hear that repair work has been completed and delivery is underway. She's a good heart, I can tell... merely concerned regarding the well being of her husband who has gone missing. I have agreed to assist her in locating him when we are of a strong enough force to do so..." he said, wanting the Queen to be aware of the agreement so that he doesn't appear to simply go rouge one day with Miss Hyne and whatever crew they assembled.
When they reached the queen's seat, Atticus claimed the honor of unhooking his arm and pulling her chair out for her. Once he was certain she was settled, he'd take his spot next to her, which was unfortunately also next to the new head of the school of conjuration. He cleared his throat awkwardly, almost feeling the woman's piercing gaze as he sat there. "Uhm... Your highness, I'm sure you've met our new grand conjurer, Miss Almalexia..." he said nervously, not sure if they had ever actually met in person or if it had simply been a matter of the queen signing off on a piece of paper. He quickly also gestured to Miss Hyne sitting on the Queen's opposite side. "And our guest of honor, the lady Hilda Hyne..." he said, hoping to brush over any unpleasantness that might come from Almalexia's side of the table...
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Post by The Brass Duke on Apr 11, 2015 22:24:13 GMT
Having just turned bright red as a tomato, the Brass Duke came close to vaulting over the table and wringing the woman's neck, the next words coming out of her mouth the poison enough to push one over the edge; instead Her Royal Majesty arrived, and all was quiet in a matter of seconds...even a private discussion between she and the young Fallen. Eyes narrowed, Lord Brass wondered silently as the two promenaded across the hall and into their respective seats.
With a practiced smile and no small amount of effort, the Duke stood in response to the boy's introduction of their magical newcomer and bowed his head low to the Empress.
"Yes, Almalexia, a dauntless warrior in her own right and wizard of an extremely high caliber; it was such short notice due to Master Caria's untimely death, and there wasn't enough time to sift through the candidates; so here she is, humbled before Your Majesty. Let's all welcome her with a round of applause, shall we? And in the words of Caria, bless her soul, 'it'll do'."
He smirked at the pious Elven woman and reclaimed his seat, folding both hands together in his lap before addressing the Madman in the room.
"That was excellent work you did on the wall today, Maestro; we are sure to have a successful barrier against any threat in the near future. It is a shame you and Lady Diva couldn't cooperate on this project together. Some of your skills certainly complemented each other." This was his cue, to call in the "Enchantress".
"Such a lofty meal ahead of us, it's a shame the majority of us aren't here. Has anyone heard from the Baron? And where's the skeleton? I passed him in the hall downstairs."
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Post by Maestro Buliri on Apr 12, 2015 7:17:13 GMT
The Madman in the room nodded to himself mostly at Brass' collected statements. He was actually pretty impressed with the man, seeing as he watched the color explode in his face not half a second ago from absolute fury at the new conjurer's statements. The gnome knew better than most that particular "hot button" was one that tended to send Brass straight to murdermode instantaneously. And yet he had gathered himself so completely that he even paid the elf a COMPLIMENT in front of the queen (even if it was a backhanded one). That was about a million points on the scorecards right there just for glistening-perfect technique!
His attention shifted to the Duke's words, and the subtle cue the man had placed there. In his mind, Buliri felt the need to compliment the Duke on such clever wordplay, but knew all too well that doing so would simply give away the game. Instead, he quietly twiddled his fingers under the table to begin the process of building the illusion just out of everyone's line of sight.
"Bah, Diva and I cooperate on ANYTHING? I'd rather sit through one of her brain-grindingly boring plays than be forced to endure that torment!" he laughed, covering the use of his magic yet further. "As to our skills complimenting one another's... I can see what you mean by it, but I'll have to outright disagree. She's in the business of messing with your head directly while I take a much more subtle approach..." he offered, finishing his spell. "Furthermore-" he began, knowing that his great prank was about to interrupt him.
"The Baron? Most likely still off enjoying whatever hedonistic pleasures he enjoys in his private time..." chirped an almost perfect copy of the Lady Diva's voice as a flawless doppleganger came prancing into the room looking for all the world like a freshly painted peacock. Since there was no one on hand to throw her effects to, she simply sauntered up to her chair and tossed them over the back carelessly. "I'm so sorry I'm late... so many admirers demanding my attention, you understand..." she laughed lightly as she took her seat and pulled her gloves free of her dainty hands. She winked over to Atticus sitting by the queen's side with a light smile. "How are YOU, my dear? I do hope you've missed me since our little rendezvous in the gardens..." she flirted.
Buliri mocked rolling his eyes before nudging Brass lightly. "As flighty as ever..." he said by way of his usual insulting manner while secretly seeking to judge the Duke's feelings on this simulation...
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Post by Almalexia on Apr 12, 2015 7:28:58 GMT
When the Fallen introduced her to the Queen, Almalexia's jaw clenched lightly to keep from demanding the boy still his tongue in the presence of her majesty and to only speak when spoken to. However, her highness clearly had some affection for the boy and allowed him to go on... and on... the way he did. She was just about to speak up herself when the voice of the Brass Duke also spoke up, another for whom she was swiftly losing tolerance. He had the gall to try and play nice in front of the queen, but she could easily see the poison in his words. He was one with whom she doubted she would ever get along, but for the sake of propriety and rightness, she would be forced to do so.
"His Lordship honors me..." she said flatly as she sat a little more squarely in her seat. "Thank you for your KIND words, Lord Brass and please accept my MUTUAL respect in return..." she said, remaining completely civil while also returning the barb. "I rather agree with your point. It is quite troubling that not all of us have arrived..." she added with a tone that did very little to mask her annoyance with those in question. It was not that she was in any rush to get on with the evening's agenda, as her elven bloodline was accustomed to waiting. The problem she had was entirely with the sheer disrespect it showed toward their monarch to simply brush off a timely appearance.
The Duke and Gnome were beginning to engage in a somewhat private conversation (the little one using language she would deem far too casual for a meeting with the royalty, mind you) when another of the guests finally made an appearance.
"Ah, Lady Diva. It is good of you to join us..." Almalexia stated bluntly. She watched the woman claim a seat and act as flighty as the stories she had heard had indicated. Still, there was something... somewhat off. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she did have a strange feeling that not all was as it seemed. She began to watch the woman more closely, though not so much as to betray her suspicion... not yet anyway.
In fact, about the only thing that drew her attention away from the false image was its statement to Atticus. "What's this about a meeting in the garden?" she asked sharply. If something improper was going on between the Grand Mage of Enchantment and their so-called 'hero'....
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