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 Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 3:40 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 3:51 pm
Rayne lifted up his hand and looked at the bracelet attached to his Mistresses's arm. "Well." He said thoughtfully. "You certainly like to make an entrance." He smirked, then turned serious again. Gazing up at the huge courtyard and the large city surrounding, he was surprised. "You are royalty?" He asked, sounding as if in disbelief. "You live here?" He stood for a moment, letting it sink in, before bursting out in uncontrollable laughter.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 3:58 pm
She raises a brow as he begins to burst out laughing out of nowhere,
"Yes, I do and I'm not royalty as in the title queen or princess, but I am the unofficial lady of Elis until I turn eighteen. Now pray tell me what is so funny? Is Edgar being chased by the dogs again?" Her blue eyes look around the courtyard. At the same time she undoes the bracelet and places it back in her pocket.
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ჯ Come Play With Me. ჯ Protect Me From Him. ჯ But Most Of All... ჯ Love Me... For Me...ჯ
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 4:03 pm
Crouched over and holding his stomach, Rayne was finally able to stop laughing. Looking up at his Mistress, breathless, he wiped tears from his eyes. "It's not that." He said, straightening. "It's just the fact that you seriously think...you're a boring Mistress?" He snorted. "As if." He calmly ran a hand through his hair, looking away with a sarcastic smile on his face.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 4:13 pm
"Oh... well that's nice to know I guess... To be honest with you Rayne, I'll either be stuck in meetings with the advisors," She rolls her eyes and heads over to the rose bushes, "or here in the courtyard."
The small Italian girl places her hand around one of the blood red roses and unpicks it. Her eyes look back at him before widening and looking back at the rose. Her hand raises it to her nose before her eyes snap to the main entrance. The rose is dropped onto the stone floor as she begins rushing over to the large oak doors.
Once she's close enough, her hands push the doors open and she quickly moves into the entrance. Angry blue orbs glare up to the top of the entrance staircase. Two pairs of blue eyes clash.
"What are you doing here Scipio!?!" ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~※ ჯ Come Play With Me. ჯ Protect Me From Him. ჯ But Most Of All... ჯ Love Me... For Me...ჯ
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 5:32 pm
Rayne started, a bit surprised. Rushing to follow his Mistress, he pushed past the giant oak doors and winced in the sudden, bright blue light. "Mistress?" He asked, stepping closer to her. Glancing from her face to another unknown form's, he caught onto her surprise. "And who is this?" He couldn't help but keep the slight threatening tone out of his voice as he looked at the man's deep blue eyes, nearly masked by straight black hair.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:28 am
"The question is who are you?" That man asked him but never stopped looking at Katya. "Little sister-"
"Don't you dare call me that." She snaps at him.
The man smirks "Little sister what are you doing buying male slaves? What could you be possibly doing with our father's money?"
"You are no son of my father Scipio, you never were. So don't act like you are." Her glare never letting up.
He sighs, "What would our mother say if she saw us fighting like this?" Scipio runs a hand through his hand before beginning to walk down the stairs towards them. Within seconds, Scipio is standing before her.
Rayne notices that they haven't once broken eye contact.
"She would side with you as always. ' Nothing less for her little Ladro' It's funny how you were always babied over even at the age you are know."
"I see you still do not see it my way then."
"Of course not."
"Well then, it seems like I am going to have to steal what I want." He nods down at her before moving around her frame to go out through the open door.
"How very fitting Scipio." She hears him stop, so she turns towards him, "Your last name means 'theif' in Italian. You truly try to live up to your father's name."
Scipio tenses and seems like he's going to go into a physical assualt but instead he pulls up his hood and goes out into the sun. His hands pull the doors shut behind him.
Katya just stares at the door for a few seconds before turning on her heel and beginning to climb up the stairs. She notices Rayne hasn't joined her, so she drops the material of her dress as her body turns back slightly towards him,
"Are you coming Rayne?" All annoyance and anger in her voice seemingly gone.
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ჯ Come Play With Me. ჯ Protect Me From Him. ჯ But Most Of All... ჯ Love Me... For Me...ჯ
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 10:26 am
Rayne was frozen, still staring at the closed door Scipio had gone through. He had felt a dark, threatening aura about him that he did not like. Turning at his Mistresses's voice, he stepped forward. "Mistress," He said quietly. "If you wish me to go after him, I will." Even though they were siblings, they acted quite differently. He knew from experience that the worst enemies came from your own family. For some reason, he felt extremely protective of Katya, and wished to see her well.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 10:48 am
Katya smiles slightly at him to some degree. Rayne seemed to have already warmed up to the idea of being her protector if his want to do what he was required to do was showing. However, Scipio wasn't somebody that would stay still and let you kill him. Even though she wished he would, definitely save her a lot of trouble.
"No, that won't be necessary. Now come along Rayne, you said you were hungry." She picks up her dress skirt and begins to climb up the remaining stairs. ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~ ※~※ ჯ Come Play With Me. ჯ Protect Me From Him. ჯ But Most Of All... ჯ Love Me... For Me...ჯ
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 4:50 pm
Hesitating, Rayne turned back towards the door. Even though he didn't know Katya as a very good and trustworthy person yet, she was a much better person than this Scipio. After a few moments he forced himself to turn away and climbed up the staircase after his Mistress. Upon reaching the top, he stopped and looked around.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 1:17 am
It's was just a small open space with two arches leading left and right. The furthest wall away is pretty much a window. Katya heads over to the the right arch and walks through. She continues walking until she reaches a door and walks through. Katya makes sure Rayne is through before shutting it. She then takes the lead again and heads down the stairs.
"Prosper?"
"Yes Senora Katya?"
"Is Lunch by chance finished?"
"Indeed Senora. Just waiting for you to give the final decision."
"Alright then." She heads down and takes out a teaspoon and dips it into a pan. She tries it and thinks for a moment. Her hand reaches over for a pot labelled salt and another saying Herbs. Once a pinch of salt and a bunch of herbs were added, she tries it again, "There we go. Taste that difference." Prosper nods when he tastes the difference.
"Alright then Senora Katya. You and your company can go up to the dining room five and I'll get Gregory to take your meals up to you."
"Thank You." She offers him a kind smile before turning around and heading back up the stairs, "Oh! Before I forget, has the Dracula's Bride been looking for me?"
"No Senora."
"Alright then, thank you again!"
Katya smiles up at Rayne and then guides him to a small room. She allows him to pick his chair first.
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ჯ Come Play With Me. ჯ Protect Me From Him. ჯ But Most Of All... ჯ Love Me... For Me...ჯ
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 4:14 pm
Rayne calmly listened to the exchange from his Mistress to her cook, wondering how many others were willing to serve her. He narrowed his eyes, observing whether or not there was fear in his expression, voice, or posture. His eyes slid to Katya, wondering if she had gained respect through worthiness or dictatorship. He was beginning to detect she had earned it, but he had no idea. Not yet. Following her into another room, he chose his seat but did not sit until Katya did. Finally lowering himself into a chair, he waited to be served in silence, the lingering smell of the food making his mouth water.
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