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Aug 11, 2007 22:18:41 GMT
Post by Arieanne on Aug 11, 2007 22:18:41 GMT
She walked into the dark room, the city outside although gloomy was brighter than in here. Taking slow cautious steps, Arieanne Vrae moved further into the palace. Wondering if this would find her a way back to the forest.
She could not see. This frustrated her.
Quickly reciting a well memorised proverb a ball of light shone in her hand, created out of nothing more but her will. It lit up the room. stareways and balconies, paintings and finery. Not in a state of disrepair or neglect. Someone lived here.
She moved deeper in, listening for the sounds of voices.
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Aug 12, 2007 16:07:50 GMT
Post by Lunavyre on Aug 12, 2007 16:07:50 GMT
Luna stepped onto the gallery that overlooks the fine entrance hall. The candles had not lit themselves on her arrival. Luna tuts, the palace was odd like that sometimes, it often seemed to be brooding about something.
But another source of light catches Luna's eye, ethereal and certainly a product of some creatures sourcery. She edges further into the room, peering down from the marble cut balcony to where a woman stands surveying the hall. Tall and slender, glowing in her self made light. Luna rests her hands on the cool white marble, staring down upon this woman with harsh, judgemental eyes.
"Can I help you?"
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Aug 13, 2007 17:31:34 GMT
Post by Arieanne on Aug 13, 2007 17:31:34 GMT
Narrowing her eyes at the being that had appeared infront of her, Arieanne threw the light onto the floor, it glowed and split into several more lights each of which hurried to corners of the room, illuminating it as bright as day.
"Yes, my dear. perhaps."
She sighed again as one of the lights whisked around the biengs head moving around her like an angered flying insect. Light magic could be fickle at times and mischievous. She dispelled the wayward light with a click of her finger it fell to the floor and dissapeared.
"im sorry about that, light can be a fickle ally, Oh where are my manners? i am Arieanne.. and i havent a clue where i am"
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Aug 13, 2007 18:44:02 GMT
Post by Lunavyre on Aug 13, 2007 18:44:02 GMT
Luna remains stationary, snarling at the stray light flitting about her, or was at the fact this woman had just addressed her as dear? Probably both. As always she is hostile, reluctant to receive this new-comer simply because of her gender. Luna always had trouble getting along with the girls...
She shifts her body, allowing her shoulders to relax and for the visage of hostility to disappear but cannot help cutting this woman, Arieanne, short in her words. "--This is Midian" Luna states bluntly "If your home is not set up with this city, to move in and out of it freely, you'll find it exceptionally hard to find your way back." Her face calm and blank, her words dead-pan.
"I am Luna, by the way, and this is my Lord's Palace...'
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Aug 13, 2007 18:59:58 GMT
Post by Arieanne on Aug 13, 2007 18:59:58 GMT
She listened to the words of this "luna" noticing the hostility in her voice. Begining to feel slightly threatened in this place, Arieanne shifted her posture to match that of her would be adversary. She did not like fighting, but people rarely accepted her with open arms.
Quickly recalling proverbs and latin that she had not used in the years scince her last fight she began to try to defuse the situation peacefully..
"midian you say?" She paused nodding to herself as a silent thought came to her of what would be her first spell cast if there was a fight here, "such a desolate place in the middle of a forest, im suprised no one else has reported its existance before."
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Aug 13, 2007 19:53:30 GMT
Post by Estuans Interius on Aug 13, 2007 19:53:30 GMT
A small trickle of blood seeped in through the bottom of the door.
*Hostility. Arrogance. Confusion, I can smell it. They reek.*
**So can I, Estuans, and what are you going to do about it?**
*Nothing. I have better things to do than interfere*
**Same as always? Well, I refuse to sit this one out...**
*Wait!*
The blood started trickling upwards, as if falling against gravity. A crouching form develops, and solidifies, as soon as he opened his eyes, the flow started again. It always did.
Then he screamed in pain.
He stopped almost straight away, stood up and then bowed to the two feminine figures before him.
"I am Viscoun- I am Estuans Interius, Wanderer. Who may you two ladies be? and whatever is the problem?"
*You always turned on the charm, Jean-Claude.*
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Aug 13, 2007 20:02:17 GMT
Post by Arieanne on Aug 13, 2007 20:02:17 GMT
Arieanne Stepped back startled, and concentration broken as a scream came from the door. She turned from Luna to see a man, whom she was not familiar with but instantly recognised. It was wierd. something about this person made her fear, and at the same time feel at ease. Clearly some sort of trickery was taking place here
He introduced himself but stuttered, making it seem as if he had something to hide.
She nodded, "I, am Arieanne Vrae" She said tilting her head to one side in curious concentration, revealing one slightly pointed ear through the folds in her white hair
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Aug 16, 2007 17:51:27 GMT
Post by Lunavyre on Aug 16, 2007 17:51:27 GMT
Luna's profile is cold and hard as this woman, Areianne speaks, but she is jolted from her scowling when a mans scream sounds above Areianne's voice. Immediately Luna reaches for her gun, but she does not yet intend to use it as the woman introduces herself. Luna rolls her eyes, people were too quick to announce themselves, and Midian was just such a place you didn't want to admit too much to the new-comers.
She stands on the gallery overlooking the hall, surveying this little meeting with large, purple eyes. Taking in the scene. The man looked ill, perhaps even dead. She shrugs, it was certainly possible in this place.
"My my, it is a busy night, isn't it?" Luna says with a cool tone. Her eyes narrow, lips curling into smile "Estuans, Arieanne, Welcome to The Deviant's Palace. Will you require accomodation...?
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Aug 20, 2007 18:05:25 GMT
Post by Estuans Interius on Aug 20, 2007 18:05:25 GMT
Estuans shivered as he regained control of himself.
The one who called herself "Arieanne" looked at him as if she recognised him. Anyway he didn't remember her.
**I do...** *Silence. Can't a man think alone?*
He shrugged off the cloying presence of Jean-Claude.
Lady Lunavyre, He'd heard of her before, had offered them a place to stay... Maybe he could use a place to gain some respite.
"I graciously accept your offer, Madame, but how could I repay you for your kindness? I may be of some use to you..."
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Aug 20, 2007 18:33:31 GMT
Post by Lunavyre on Aug 20, 2007 18:33:31 GMT
Lunavyre returns her gun to it's holster in her right boot, the other still packed away. It was her angelic weapon that she preferred to use these days... The man seemed genuine, and his gratitude was pleasing. She descends the curving stairswith a slow, silky grace. Her heels clicking on the marble with each step.
Her eyes dart from Arieanne to Estuans and back again. When at last Luna reaches the bottom she manages a smile. "Your services are of little use" She pulls the guest book off a dusty shelf and lets it land heavily into her arms "Your money however..." Luna flashes a gleaming grin, canines sharp and glinting, barely visible in the dull light...
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Sept 3, 2007 18:24:02 GMT
Post by Arieanne on Sept 3, 2007 18:24:02 GMT
Listening to what luna was saying.. 'money' this was a strange concept to her, but not a foriegn one.. she hadnt seen money in years. 'im lost in the middle of a dark city that suddenly appears in a forest, and somehow.. capitolism finds me aswell.. typical' she thought to herself.
"i havent any money" she said peering at luna innocently
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Sept 7, 2007 8:02:51 GMT
Post by Estuans Interius on Sept 7, 2007 8:02:51 GMT
Arieanne looked very confused, which amused them both.
"How much money would you want? and in what currency?"
He was in need of rest. badly.
"And I'll pay for her too." tilting his head in Arieanne's direction.
He might need her later.
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Sept 7, 2007 17:39:11 GMT
Post by Lunavyre on Sept 7, 2007 17:39:11 GMT
Luna carries the huge and heavy book toward a rather large, ornate looking desk and dumps it there with a heavy, dusty thud. She leans across it, folding her arms over chest and smiling at the two guests. Luna's smiles are rarely genuine, and this is no exception. Her eyes glitter with vague malice. "No money?" She tilts her head in questioning at Arieanne, then shakes it with a patronising tutting. However, the man, Estuans, had offered to pay for them both, which conjured her smile yet again.
"Gold pieces if you have any, three to be exact" Luna peers at the man, eying him for a purse or pouch of coins "This is a palace after all..."
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Sept 20, 2007 20:59:24 GMT
Post by Arieanne on Sept 20, 2007 20:59:24 GMT
"a palace?" she questioned Luna, "who's palace is it? yours?, if you are the owner of this palace then i ment no disrespect m'lady" she bowed her head paying respect to the tradition of never disrespecting the owner of a large building, not that she knew where the tradition came from.
"thank you kind sir" Arieanne says inocenty as she repectfully nods her head to the man, what did he say his name was? Est.. Estuans? She looked at him, and noticed that little droplets of blood where falling from his eyes.
"whats wrong with your eyes?" she asked quietly, not to obviously point them out. but at the same time she couldnt help but stare
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Sept 20, 2007 21:15:32 GMT
Post by Estuans Interius on Sept 20, 2007 21:15:32 GMT
Three pieces? Arieanne had better be of use to him later on!
"Very well"
He cast a quick glace at both of the ladies, and the proceeded to remove his rapier/scabbard from his belt.
With a quick twist, he unscrewed the bottom of the scabbard and hastily shook out the gold he required. He always had hiding places on his person.
He expertly replaced the cap and replaced the rapier in one smooth movement, and then handed the gold to Luna, who seemed to take no small pleasure in taking it.
Arieanne pointed out that his eyes were trickling.
"I'll explain it to you in due course..."
He cast as warm a look as he could manage, and extended his hand to her.
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