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Author Topic: Knowledge Pays the Best Interest  (Read 49 times)

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Offline Odelle Ackley

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Knowledge Pays the Best Interest
« on: Apr 15, 18, 10:09:10 PM »
Common sense would dictate that the school was .. phenomenal.  Common sense would tell her that with the school in such good shape, so quickly, that it 'must' be a success once its doors fully opened.  Common sense, however, also said that the school had FAR more money put into it than she had allocated.

And she knew how much she had put into it, because Jack and Eirnan wouldn't fudge the numbers.  Especially not with Petre there to help them ensure that everything matched.  Petre might be a disaster, socially speaking, but his mind was a trap for numbers.  She'd trust his mind over everyone else's at any point when it came to numbers.

Her head turned side to side as she walked through teh school with Merihem, admiring all of it.  She could see classes in her mind's eye learning from both Blood and Landen - could see how in a generation or two Little Terreille would be a bastion of progressive and forward thinking.

Her dream - that Blood and Landen would rise above their racial angst - was going to come to fruition.  And Moe..?  Moe was old enough that he could ensure it happened.  Long after she was dead, he could still push her legacy to fruition.  There was a peace in that.  There was..  relief.

The building was beautifully done.  It had an air of professionalism without feeling.. static. It didn't have that 'old world' feel that would denote elitism - this felt open, welcoming..  It also smelled of baked goods, and she'd every intention of asking him why when she had time.

Apparently too welcoming, as she spotted one of Rayne's undergarments dangling off a light when she entered Merihem's office and quickly turned to speak with her escorts. 

She gave her guards notice that there was some final business to be done with Prince Striker as they reached his office once more, but she knew full well they were far from finished.  She locked the doors, shielding them firmly before turning and wrapping her arms around her most recent Bonded.

"I've missed you."  She said it quietly, burying her face into his shirt as she dragged his scent into her lungs.  Playing at him not being so precious was almost painful.  That her Bonded knew of him helped - but it didn't change that she hated hiding his existence.  Hated it, even as she knew he was most useful being hidden.

"This building.. it's amazing.  But.. Moe.. do I want to know where all of the money came from?"

Offline Merihem Striker

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Re: Knowledge Pays the Best Interest
« Reply #1 on: Apr 16, 18, 12:04:56 AM »
Merihem took great pleasure showing his Queen the fruits of his labors. He had been working on it since the day he arrived (not to mention all the groundwork he had been laying for generations, ever since Chiara painted a clear-enough picture of what Odelle would need) and finally, it was done. The shell, at least. The true operation wouldn’t begin until move-in day for the staff, and not have a heart -and a cover- until the students started streaming in.

There were two wings. One was made up of all the classrooms, lecture halls, dining rooms and all other functional spaces, the other housing for the staff and teachers who would be staying on. Many of the students would be coming from the nearby villages and towns or by Coach, but there would be others who would board at the school, many of whom would be the Landen students from out of the area.

Despite the pleasure of seeing her eyes go wide and fingers continuously reaching out to trail over the polished banisters or thick drapes, Moe still spent the entire hour tour of the grounds and building gritting his teeth every time she looked away.

He hadn’t gotten to hug her yet.

It was a little thing. He knew it was coming, but still, she was his Queen.

His Queen!

And they were in his lair, and yet there were males hovering around her closer than he was. It didn’t matter that he had been there when Odelle and her First Circle had decided that she went nowhere outside the Seat without adequate guards, and it didn’t matter that he was grateful for the sharp, always-scanning eyes of her guards. They were close to her and he was a pace further away and this was the only time he was getting with her all week and he hadn’t gotten to hug her yet.

The moment the door to his office closed, that distance between them shifted. By the time her head turned back towards him, Moe’s toes were on the ‘probably safe from shoe throwing outside this point’ line, eyes fixed on Odelle. 

“Permission to cash in my weekly fifteen minutes of unimpeded fussing right now.” He requested, harkening back to one shouted conversation about her safety between the group in the know about her bond to Moe, where he had argued her up from ten seconds all the way to fifteen minutes on the reasoning that the rest of the boyos got whole days, and it wasn’t at all fair that he couldn’t pitch in.

“And trust me, Odelle darling, you never want to ask me about where the money comes from.” He added, with a twinkle in his eye.

Offline Odelle Ackley

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Re: Knowledge Pays the Best Interest
« Reply #2 on: Apr 16, 18, 09:18:44 AM »
Permission to cash in my weekly fifteen minutes of unimpeded fussing right now.

She grinned, tucking her face back into his shirt.  "If you must."  She couldn't blame him, after all.  All week he had to pretend at a more distant concern.  He had to pretend that he didn't feel anxiety crashing through him whenever she wasn't easily accessible.

It burned that they could so easily thrust all of this aside if they just.. stopped hiding.  But as willing as she was - she knew he wasn't.  Moe truly believed this was the best option.  He was far older than she was.  He was probably right.  But it didn't mean she had to like the situation, damnit.

The only silver lining to him not being allowed to fuss over her every minute of the day was that he could only do it once in a while - and so it was far easier to deal with when Moe did it than anyone else.

Moe and Eirnan.. her more 'reasonable' males when it came to fussiness.  Something that still struck her as damned odd.

"Well.. no one has ever accused me of being overly wise.  So I'll probably forget that it is something I don't want to know and ask anyways."  She muttered it against his chest, well aware that he was probably quite serious.

Merihem was hers, and she adored him.  But it didn't change the fact that he was.. well.. who he was.  There were darker shades to his soul that she sometimes caught whiffs of - and far from causing her worry they made her smile.  Merihem Striker was terrifying, in his own way. 

So was Kamal.  She seemed to attract the terrifying Warlord Princes.  What, she had to wonder, did that mean?

"This school is amazing, Moe.  It really is. You've outdone my wildest dreams.  When will you be opening the first classes?"

Offline Merihem Striker

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Re: Knowledge Pays the Best Interest
« Reply #3 on: Apr 16, 18, 12:12:47 PM »
As her arms wrapped around his waist and his encircled her shoulders, Moe let out the first easy breath since Odelle had arrived. No, if he was honest, it was the first easy breath since the last time he had been about to touch her. Not even his evenings with Rayne, while highly enjoyable, mellowed out the part of him that was a Warlord Prince with over two thousand years without the centering presence of a Queen. With Odelle tucked up against him though, that roiling mess of anger and need just… untangled itself and curled up, purring.

“If you do, I will continue to reply with vague and suspicious answers because I have a reputation to maintain. It might be worth mentioning though that my family has been in banking for longer than this Territory has had plumbing, and the cost of one building, however nice, hardly puts a dent in the interest I get from just the accounts I moved over to Little Terreille.” He said, with a low chuckle as he squeezed her tight once more then stepped back, taking her hand.

“Let me show you where I really sank in some funds.” Hand still tight around hers, he activated the secret door in the paneling of his office and lead her down the stairs into the basement.

Now that it was done, the stairwell led into Moe’s other office, the one where the walls were already covered with maps, papers and pictures, pins with threads connecting many of them. Unlike upstairs, where everything was comfortable but minimalist, down here every bookshelf, table and many of the chairs were cluttered with stuff. Chiara often teased him about his habit of keeping everything but that hadn’t curbed the tendency in the slightest, and he’d been working out of this office for months now. “Sorry about the mess, right through here” He said, guiding her through the other door into the staff room. Ten minutes later, after showing her the rest of the basement including all the safety features for students and staff, and with five minutes left on the fussing clock, they got back to the staff room and Moe pulled Odelled down onto one of the couches, and use Craft to pull the plate of fresh cookies from the counter to the coffee table.

“Here, I have this assistant cook who makes the best cookies. You should have a few while you tell me how you’ve been and how much you want to throw shoes at Jack and Kamal.”

Offline Odelle Ackley

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Re: Knowledge Pays the Best Interest
« Reply #4 on: Apr 16, 18, 04:09:29 PM »
"It.. is getting a little easier.  Though whether that's because I'm growing used to it or they're finally backing off, that's.. up for debate."  She nibbled on a cookie after 'checking' it, having learned her lesson.

Painfully for her pride, but that was simply the nature of the game apparently.

She looked around his staff room, well aware that the office here below with them was really where the true office was.  He'd done amazing things.  He'd done it so well that it was.. mildly alarming.  How long had he been planning something like this?  Had Chiara really given him that much of a heads up?

She supposed she must have - after all, he'd known exactly what he needed to be when he'd reached out to her.  Even still it was a little shocking to see it in action - and technically, this wasn't in action yet.

This was the pre-show.  The warm up.

"How is the employment going?  Plenty of dossiers were sent over, but.. are you having any trouble filling out the positions?  I've got applications from across the Province.  I can have those delivered whenever you would like."

After all, this first year was going to be slightly older children.  Children that had some grip on themselves, so that they could iron out the 'hitches' that they were likely to run into.  It was breath-taking that her dream was already starting to bloom - that an idea she'd been harboring for years was coming to fruition not even two years after she'd first started the real planning work.

And.. mostly because of this man.  True, they'd had the building construction ordered - but they likely wouldn't be ready this fast if not for Moe taking command of it.  She reached out, setting her hand on his wrist.  "You're a miracle, Merihem Striker.  I hope you know that."

 

 

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