Howl
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Post by Howl on Dec 24, 2009 15:49:29 GMT -5
In Aksum, two weeks after the robots were cleared out of the city.
A brilliant glass tower stands gallantly against the rest of the ornate cityscape. Attached to it is an equally brilliant but exceptionally more massive gothic styled mansion. The mansion, previously belonging to some stingy aristocrat who had no-one to pass it on to, is now a public area where citizens and travelers alike go to relax, study, and converse.
A large parchment was hung at the door at the beginning of the week. It reads "A tea party will be held at the end of the week for experts of their trade and warriors. The major point being to unite those who need things done and those who do things in an environment which is casual. Costumes are optional. Although the party is intended for artisans and fighters, everyone is welcome. Come have tea with us in the main lobby!"
The lobby, being cleaned every night, is set perfectly for two dozen. There are cakes, scones, and other pastries along with an assortment of drinks, mostly tea, of course. There are tags coated on one side with paste to write your name on to help with introductions. The sole man in the room is sitting at the head of a long table, wearing a name-tag with Lysander written on it.
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Post by Athena on Dec 24, 2009 16:16:51 GMT -5
Athena is already drinking tea when she arrives. She shuffles through the tags, ignoring Lysander for a few moments, until she finds a suitable tag. She inks her name on it, careful letters, and the second 'a' is larger than the first. She pastes the tag onto her shirt, smoothing it carefully, proud of her handiwork. She skips over to the table where Lysander (it says so on his tag, after all) is sitting. "Hallo," she says. "I'm Athena."
((athenA? hmm.))
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Post by Howl on Dec 24, 2009 16:26:17 GMT -5
"Athena of the Silent Rose?" He asks, standing. It was a rhetorical question, he knew the faces of all the factions leaders "It's a pleasure to meet you. Help yourself to pastries, it looks like you already have some tea." Lysander is quite pleased that Athena has shown up for his little party, and he looks it. "How is the Silent Rose doing these days? Are you almost done solving that robot problem?" He honestly looks inquisitive, as opposed to the small talk he was making before.
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Post by Athena on Dec 24, 2009 16:34:45 GMT -5
To the first question, Athena nods her head in affirmation, and takes a pastry. It's a cherry one. She is rather fond of them. "Our rogue robot problem has almost been resolved," she says, a carefully neutral answer. "What about you, though, Mr. Lysander? Where are you from?"
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Pippin
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Post by Pippin on Dec 24, 2009 16:42:07 GMT -5
Pippin is, oddly enough, dressed up. She's never been to a tea party but she's read about them in books, and it's nearly intimidating how they appear in what she's read. She has a head band with a small decorative black top hat pinned to it, with a few small white flowers adorning the rim. There's a coat as well, the kind that butlers wear, with two long tails and double breasted buttons up the front. A red ribbon is hastily tied around her neck; She adjusts it as she stares at the large doors beckoning her inwards. For a moment she feels like a fool. It does say 'Costumes optional', so why did she choose to wear one? after all, It wasn't as though she'd be banished for coming in her regular wear, toting her sandercycle and assassin gear....But it was far too late now. Not bothering to knock, she stuck her head through the door only to come face to face with a long table, at the end of which were two people, both of which she recognized in some way or another. Cringing as she reveals herself, she tries to make herself busy with pulling out a chair and sinking into it, lifting up a teacup and accidentally breaking the handle off it (an act she tried to disguise with a bit of scrambling and a raucous fit of coughing).
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Post by Howl on Dec 24, 2009 16:47:56 GMT -5
Lysander listens carefully, disappointed that he was given no new news, but he smirks. "That's good to hear. I'm from everywhere, I was born to Somnambulist parents in a Firestarter prison, but I was adopted. When I was older I joined the Silent Rose. And now I stay here in neutral territory." Lysander sounds bored relaying the information, and he does it quickly, "I hear that you've taken back a few of the factories, what do you plan on doing with them now? Are you going to shut them down or simply review your process?" Lysander hears a small chink at the end of the table, he looks past Athena at the newcomer, "it looks like others are starting to arrive. She looks like a countess... maybe she's going to give some fighters something to do." He then looks up at Athena again "What brings you here anyway, Archivist?"
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Post by Athena on Dec 24, 2009 16:55:03 GMT -5
Athena blinks at Lysander. "The pastries, of course," she says. "But come on, Pippin is here, Pippin is here, Pippin is here!" She punctuates these last few phrases with several jumps, or perhaps, more accurately, bounces, ignoring his other questions. She skips and/or runs to poor Pippin, who has broken a teacup and is now coughing about it.
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Post by Pippin on Dec 24, 2009 17:02:17 GMT -5
Pippin leaps at the sound of her own name, shoving the teacup under the tablecloth and smiling hastily at Athena. "Huhloh, Athena." She tries to sweep herself up in a graceful manner and instead her tailcoat gets stuck in the bars of the chair and she is wrenched back downwards. Flustered, she forces another smile. "I....think that I will just sit down for now." She glances back to where the tail of the coat has somehow managed to weave it's way around the chair, clinging to it like a living creature grabbing it's prey. Pippin thinks it could be solved by setting fire to something, perhaps the blasted coat itself, but nows not the time for that sort of nonsense.
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Post by Howl on Dec 24, 2009 17:06:07 GMT -5
As Athena jumps across the room Lysander is a bit annoyed. He wanted to know the answers to his questions, otherwise he would have asked other ones. He stands and goes to greet some other guests who've just arrived.
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Post by Athena on Dec 24, 2009 17:08:32 GMT -5
Athena calmly detangles Pippin from the chair. "Pippin," she says, hiding her giggles. "I like your coat."
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Post by Pippin on Dec 24, 2009 17:11:30 GMT -5
Pippin graciously allows herself to be disentangled. "You shouldn't, Athena dear. It does not like you or anybody, and makes that very clear when it snakes itself around things so that I get stuck and have to resort to threats to get it to stop." She grabs the tails and smooths them out. "Why it does these things, I haven't the foggiest." Standing, Pippin takes a small cake off the table and eats it for lack of anything better to do.
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Post by Howl on Dec 24, 2009 17:14:45 GMT -5
Lysander, after seating a few quests, walks over to the two girls. "Hello, Pippin, is it?" He asks a rhetorical question, again "Welcome to my party, what brings you here today?"
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Post by Pippin on Dec 24, 2009 17:17:35 GMT -5
Pippin is startled when she's approached mid conversation, but smiles uneasily at the polite boy. "Yes, that's right. Um." She wonders for a moment why it is she's here. Pondering, she finally says decisively, "I like your sign."
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Post by Athena on Dec 24, 2009 17:23:42 GMT -5
Athena sits, and then pulls the container of tags over to Pippin. "Make a nametag, Pippin," she urges. She winds a thread of Pippin's coat between her fingers.
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Post by Howl on Dec 30, 2009 0:16:49 GMT -5
Lysander smile pompously, "Well there Pippin, I'm glad to have you here, perhaps you'll find a job or two as well, you look like you could handle yourself." He then turns to Athena "Perhaps you can convince some of the quests here to help you polish up those robots of yours, Athena." He then stalks off again to greet other guests.
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