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A naive Black Jeweled witch has destroyed the Territory Court. From its ashes a new court is being constructed, one run by a manipulative killer. As the blood runs in the streets of Goth from open gang warfare, the Steward of Little Terreille begins a gambit to rebuild the Territory from the ground up and challenge the Star of Kaeleer.
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Author Topic: Because you asked...  (Read 137 times)

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Offline Isbeil Balton

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Because you asked...
« on: Mar 08, 19, 02:04:53 PM »
Isbeil found the meeting with Odelle and Jack to have ended pleasurably. They initiated small talk, discussed the past with fondness and what steps were being taken toward the future.  It had been her intent to see her friend introduce her newly bonded to a different Court. Now, whether or not that was the best idea, she still wasn’t sure, but Perry had handled himself marvelously.  Gale was not one to leave a room without a contingency plan and he had asked the Queen to keep him appraised of what was happening, not because he was curious, Gale didn’t care about how Odelle or Jack spent their days, what he did care about was that there was a threat against a Queen. One which was close to his own.  It was also important for him to see how Perry reacted to the implication of such a threat. He’s handled the guards better than he had hoped. Isbeil only knew this because her first bonded had tells and had he been any less impressed, he would have stepped in.

They shared mead and Queen's Touch, which made it all the better. Jack acted like he was frazzled by the women's chosen topics of discussion, especially if they involved him, but Isbeil knew better. Jack was quick to bounce back. He wouldn't be a Balton if he didn't.  Odelle had a big heart and she wanted what was best for the Province. While she would have hoped that she would come around to the idea of retreating to the chalet for a short time, at least as a respite while her Court investigated the attempt on her life, she had seemed unsure about relinquishing the hold on her position for even a short time.  Isbeil made it clear the invitation was open and not the last she would hear about it.

The carriage drifted along the wind until it broke through the landing pad a mile or so from her estate.  Perry sat across from her, still regal in his slacks and black vest. The shirt clung to just the right places.  Gale sat quietly, reading a pamphlet he picked up somewhere at her side. The scent of ozone filled the cabin as they emerged, and the carriage jostled as they struck solid ground and continued forward without pause. Isbeil looked out the window, peeling the window shade to one side so she could see the fading sun out in the distance. Orange blue and burgundy clouds reached toward the horizon. Fields and farmhouses stretched out in an explosion of emerald with little oasis of civilization scattered throughout. They were home, back to the familiar scents and scenes. Crossing her legs once more, she smoothed her crimson laced skirt over her lap and smiled wryly to herself. “Yer dyin’ to say something, and I'm wantin’ ta hear it.”  Her bright blue eyes regarded him, the dying afternoon light brushed her spotted cheeks making them seem far more bright and rosy than they were.  Releasing the shade, she rested a hand over her knee. “What did ye think of yer first time at Province Court? Impressions?”

Gale made a soft ”hm” under his breath. That was his input for the night. They were raising security, he had said as much the moment they had led the Queen into the cabin. That whole business with the poisoning was terrible and it only made sense that Gale would be reactionary. He wouldn't be as good at his job if he wasn't.

Offline Peregrine Goth

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #1 on: Mar 12, 19, 11:56:10 AM »
Peregrine Goth had been wondering just what it was he had been prepared for.  The Court they had just left had not seemed too terribly different from Isbeil’s own in her District, except for the odd security measures.  Gale kept a tightly secure house, but even he knew where to draw the line, and what their limitations were as the Bonded Males of their Queen.  It had been an experience, to be sure, from the moment they arrived right up until the moment they left.  He could not quite put a finger on the source of that Court’s paranoia.  Perry would talk about with Gale when they had a moment, and likely it would be the topic of several of their conversations.  It was, in the end, not at all what he expected, while at the same time being exactly what he expected from people of a particular societal class.  Aristos.

It had been pleasant enough after the initial confrontation.  Perry drew a fair bit of interest, and he would have been surprised if he did not.  He had a unique perspective to offer on everyone’s lands, really.  He could survey them all from the air, and he knew that could be terribly useful to the right people.  For the most part, Peregrine spent his time standing close to his Queen, even when she sat comfortable, he opted to stand close at hand.  He spoke when he was spoken to, and spent a most of his time observing, and commenting along a thread to Isbeil throughout much of the evening.  There were better ways to do things, better ways to track a killer, better ways to secure a Queen.  No one was better at leveraging Craft and Castes better than the Gangs of Goth had been, and every street kid of the Blood.  Puffery only got an aristo so far.

Perry enjoyed these carriage rides.  Riding the Winds was close to flying, except it seemed faster to him, even when their driver was burdened by a carriage and passengers.  He wondered what spells went into securing the conveyance, and why it worked at all.  It was akin to teleportation, or as good as, since the intervening space between the start and endpoints was traversed so swiftly.   Perry’s eyes returned to Isbeil, where they had been just a few moments before, he shrugged slightly, and glanced to Gale, before he took a breath and answered the question put to him.  ”I, well, I expected more?  More of what?  I can’t really say, but I do know that door search was ridiculous.”  He growled in memory, ”And just the rest of it...there was a lot of drama over an attempt, but no suspects?  I mean, let’s take Balton.  If someone found Gale dead behind the barn, no offense Gale, who do you think would be suspect number one?  All Bonds aside, it should be me, right?  The staff saw us fighting, and such.”  He hooked a thumb over his shoulder, as though the Province Court was back there.  ”They didn’t have a single suspect? A single idea who’d wanna send the Queen for a permanent nap?”

He shook his head, ”It ain’t easy to just hurt Queens.  I’m from the gutter, an’ even I sense that much is true.  They should have some ideas about who tried to hurt Lady Odelle, especially the members of Court that aren’t shiny an’ new.”  Peregrine shrugged, ”Maybe she did it to herself, to circle the wagons and test loyalties.”  He reached out and brushed and adjusted the fall of Isbeil’s dress, ”And Odelle seemed awfully worried about taking a break, even to meet with an old friend.”  He snorted softly, ”I’ve seen that before...anyone that worried about leaving a seat empty for any amount of time is worried about havin’ that seat taken from them.”  Perry grinned, ”But, I did like the suit.”  He plucked at the jacket he wore, and fluttered his wings slightly.  *I kept my promise, Isbeil.*  He said warmly, across the thread that remained open between them.

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #2 on: Mar 12, 19, 02:22:35 PM »
The trip to the Province Court was meant as an introduction, a piece of personal business and good practice for Peregrine. It would allow him to engage in a polite, but personal level with characters that he would be engaging with in the future. Isbeil had called it a soft run for Perry when she was alone with her Master of the Guard.  If she had submitted him to an official Province Court meeting in the capital he would have more to consider than idle chit chat and the annoyance of an unnecessary search.  When that time came, he would have already built a rapport with Jack, an important player in Odelle’s Court as well as the Queen herself. It would have been a lot to throw at him at once, but if anything, Perry was proving to have an impressive ability to adapt.  The option for him to leave and return to Goth for a time had been offered early on. If it became too much, if Court life did not suit him he could come and go as he pleased. Instead, he chose to stay and embrace a life that he no doubt mocked at one point or another in his life. Isbeil made it clear there was no shame in taking time. Perry didn’t need it.

She had felt him struggle with him impulses a few times. No doubt he found silence a better alternative than airing his thoughts and insulting the ruling Queen.  Isbeil appreciated the restraint, but it had made her curious. Small talk was made, and he kept close. A warm, comforting presence at her back. She could feel him rumbling, not audibly, but possessively through their bond, a reminder that he was present.

Well she did ask and he was going to give her that answer. He’d been itching too for a bit now. She just underestimated how many thoughts he did have.

“Of course,”  Gale interjected with a mutter.  He was dead in this scenario, of course, it only made sense. Casting a glance at Isbeil his brow flicked upward to indicate they both knew the culprit before returning to the pamphlet. She smiled, and gently swatted at his hand which made him smirk.

“Perhaps they just didnae share that with us.  Voicin’ such things aloud can lead to the suspect's retreat. The walls ‘ave ears, and they must be careful who they accuse. “ he was right though if they did have a suspect, why would they bother searching everyone, even a Queen at the door? She had not expected that flavor of disrespect, nor had Odelle seemed comfortable with it either. Now that was a new thought, one Isbeil hadn’t even considered, and even now it felt so out of character for Odelle. No, she wouldn’t believe a Queen would risk herself in such a way, it would be a pitiful cry for attention.“ I doubt that’s the case. No. And don’t let anyone ever hear ye speak of it. A Queen doin’ such things is as dangerous as anyone accusin’ her of it.” Protocol would give her males the right to bring Perry to task for even insinuating it. He wouldn’t, but it was worth mentioning.

Fingers brushed her skirts so the crimson lace cascaded down her knee smoothly.  Isbeil smiled, lifting her pale blue eyes at Perry. They were nearing the estate, it was almost more exciting than leaving. “Odelle has always been that way.”

“She isn’t the only one.”

Isbeil cast a glance at Gale that said he should just shut it. Gale smirked again. “Some people like to look busy and exhausted, it makes them feel like they accomplish more.” He added, then tilted his head. “Others like to work too hard and pretend they aren’t exhausted.” Now that look was pointed.  Isbeil ignored him.

Anyways. Odelle has always been a bit insecure about leavin ‘er post. She likes to have a tight hand on her Court and it can feel like she doesn’t trust her people. Its about holding on to what she has. Its been that way since Lady Smithers disappeared.” Isbeil had a thought, Perry was new to Balton in comparison. He was not yet caught up on all that had occurred over the years, even though it felt like he had been at her side since the beginning. “Lady Bethany Smithers was the Queen of Rockland before Odelle. She wasn’t known to be very personable, and she ruled the district like only natives had a right to it.” Isbeil brushed her fingers together in the way people commonly referred to money. “She believed that keepin ta the status quo was well enough an’ good for Rockland.  Odelle and Bethany vied fer the seat, not everyone was happy with Lady Smither’s rule, she’d made a few enemies. Then one day, she was gone with no trace. Some think she was kidnapped, others like myself think shes behind some barn like ye said.  I think Odelle has always feared that the same could happen to ‘er.  It goes against our natures ta want to hurt a Queen, but it happens, so if an attempt ‘as been made against Odelle, they ‘ave to take it seriously. Even if the execution is wantin’.” 

The carriage rocked along. Perry looked wonderful in that jacket and he knew it.  Again his voice caressed her through the open thread. “I've not forgotten. Not fer a minute, and I intend on keepin’ mine.”

Gale straightened, vanishing the pamphlet as the rough, unpaved roads quickly shifted to brick beneath the coach’s wheels.  The light was quickly fading and he wanted his men to make a sweep while Isbeil retired to her offices for the evening. “Take a look around before you settle in, we’ll talk in the morning about security,” he said to Perry.

"Please let the Steward know I am not to be disturbed fer the rest of the evenin'." she said, rolling her shoulders back. He could help her with the kinks later.

Nor would they be.

Isbeil sipped the honeyed bourbon she'd just poured herself. Another sat on her desk awaiting him. Upon entering her office her heels had been kicked aside, one rolling under a chair, the other resting on its side beneath the coffee table. Once Perry entered she smiled, extending the glass to him  as she rocked the amber liquid from side to side inticingly.  "Let it be known, mead, even that made from apples, doesn't hold a candle to some excellent bourbon."  Grinning teasingly she admired him. "I'm glad ye met them, despite yer reservations. I liked havin' you there. I like havin' ye here more." she whispered with a smile when he stepped closer, her fingers rolling one of the buttons of his jacket.

Offline Peregrine Goth

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #3 on: Mar 14, 19, 12:58:32 PM »
Peregrine knew that he was discussing not only friends of Isbeil’s, but also at least one relation.  He also knew that he did not serve his Queen best by censoring his words, or failing to give voice to his suspicions.  Goth was a hard place to grow up in a gang, never mind going at it alone, as he had in the start.  He had been taken in by the Red Moon House where he was born, because  Warlord Prince would eventually have his uses.  He was put to work, in a wide variety of ways, and when he was old enough, there were the gangs, being a gang enforcer, the street skirmishes, and then the fights.  Perry had learned to hear what people didn’t say, as much as what they did say, and while the Blood were all resonating psychically, body language said just as much at times.

He shot a smile at Gale.  It was just an example, and a good one.  If Gale did wind up dead behind a barn, Perry would suspect himself, even if he didn’t do it.  He was the obvious choice.  ”But they said otherwise.  They had no idea who was responsible, so they were checking everyone.  That was why they tried that ridiculous search at the door.”  Peregrine shrugged, ”I’m obviously not going to share that with the Court in question, just like I knew when Redhand Riddick faked an attack from his rivals, just so he’d have an excuse to retaliate.  I just told the House to button up that night, ‘cuz the streets were gonna get bloody.”  Peregrine glanced between Gale and Isbeil when they discussed his view of the Province Queen’s hesitation to take a day for herself.

Perry nodded, ”Security isn’t really the issue, and what you’ve just described with Lady Smithers and all the rest supports my impression more than it denies it.”  He smiled at Isbeil, ”You know how to stop and smell the fresh baked bread.  My impression of Lady Odelle was quite the opposite.”  He recognized when they were getting closer to home, and looked out the coach window to see where they were.  He nodded to Gale, ”I will take a flyover, and a walk, before I call it night, Gale.  I’ll look for you in the morning.  Out in the yard?”  They were regularly exercising and sparring these days.  Peregrine was picking up the sword, Gale was refining his empty-hand work.  When they arrived, he promised to find Isbeil when he was done, took and kissed her hand quickly, and then hopped out of the coach and then into the air.

He gave the estate a thorough once over, and even walked around it once, before he returned to Isbeil.  They had agreed to meet in her offie, and he was eager to get there.  Peregrine entered, still wearing the suit she had picked for him.  ”Bourbon is a good way to start the end of any day.”  He crossed the room to her, and her desk, and he reached past her as she fiddled with one of the buttons on his jacket.  As he did so, he kissed her, teasing and sweet, before he raised the glass to his lips for a drink of the bourbon she’d left for him.  ”I’m glad I went as well.”  He barely restrained a snarl, ”Though, I don’t think Gale would have let them search you either.”  Perry smiled, and kissed her again, ”They’re a likable bunch, for the most part.  I feel the tiniest bit of guilt over ruining the doorman’s day, but I’m sure you’ll help me get over that.”

Offline Isbeil Balton

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #4 on: Mar 21, 19, 12:37:59 PM »
Always dutiful, Isbeil didn’t expect that she would be able to retire to her offices with Perry as soon as she got home. Instead, Gale had followed her, seeking the solace only she could provide and verified that she was comfortable with the events of the day. It did not take much to assure him and soon, he too left to check in with the guards. By tomorrow they would have more men posted on the estate and anyone with access to her would be thoroughly vetted, even if they had been once already. No doubt Perry would play a role in this, as trough some irony, Gale had taken him under his wing.  Gale never let anything to chance and his silence would not be an indication that he was slacking.

Trust, it was one of the many reasons why she felt secure in her home. Fate had blessed her with two amazing bonded and there was not a single day she was not grateful for that fact. Even now as Perry entered her offices. “Start? Don’t you mean cap, or end the day? Trust me, there are days I wished I started early on the bottle.” she grinned at him tilting her head in that way she did when she was being playful.  The taste of his lips had maintained their sweetness, even months after the fact. A finger brushed his jaw, tracing the sharp, defining line as the other idly played with his button. Inhaling deeply she made a soft sound of approval and pressed a chaste kiss against his bottom lip.

That whole dreadful incident bothered Perry, even more than he had indicated at the time.  Maintaining her cool was critical to him maintaining his.  It had stung that Jack had even approved the search, though she had sought a less confrontational field of discussion through the meeting. He was her cousin, family, and it was Odelle who was forced to rise to the occasion and put a stop to what could have been a grave insult. “No, I could see his face. After a while, ye learn to read the many scowls of Gale, even the most subtle ones.” The Master of the Guard would not have tolerated it, but he had faith that Peregrine wouldn’t either. If he had agreed, which she very much doubted, Gale would have stepped in. “I’m amazed he dinnae just end the meeting then and there. ‘e has before while in court when someone has overstepped.” And she’d let him because he was her Master of the Guard and she wouldn’t give anyone any excuse to think her faith had been misplaced in him. 

Smoothing her thumb over the textured face of the button she lifted her freckled nose at him. “Don’t, ye saved me from having to ruin it worse. “   The corner of her pink mouth lifted into a smirk. The kiss was welcome and returned, her eyes momentarily closing blissfully. The enamored Queen brushed her hair back behind her bare neck and shoulder blades. Lace was not the softest fabric but it was elegant and the bright crimson paired perfectly with the copper dappling on her nose, cheeks, and chest. “Would ye care to do more of this in the future? Ill admit its not the most elegant of jobs. I was pleased, but not surprised you had done so well, especially under so much...uhm…how can I put it delicately?” She couldn’t, so she didn’t. The situation in which they were greeted had not been ideal, even if the rest of the meeting went well. “ Also…”  she leaned back, fixing him with an amused but stern gaze. If anyone could pull it off it was a Scelt. “Where do ye get off offerin’ rides to others? These wings and everything beneath and against them fall under my purview, thank ye very much. Ill not be havin’ anyone ride my male, but me.” He could take that any way he wished.