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 Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 1:43 am
Plague Doctor Meeting
Why?
The Doctor's apprentice visits the Fellowship base in Anica around once per season, to see if there are new Grimms in the vicinity. He does this with the direct permission of Grand Magus Estratus, and comes prepared.
When?
Spring, 1413.
Whom?
Darius & Cyril. (Atmadja)
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Georgie Malt (Zanaroo)
Where?
Anica, Shyregoed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 3:52 am
The Plague Doctor was said to visit the Anican base of the Fellowship of Mages every second Sunday of every month, to visit any new Grimms-- or old Grimms, were they so curious-- to maintain the faction's allegiance and progress. This pact was a relatively young one, but something that Grand Magus Estratus adhered kindly; as a result, Mages and Seers were to overlook the Doctor's presence and prepare a courtroom in his honor, though it wasn't as impressive in size as many of the other rooms in the Anican base were. Tucked away in an even smaller hall connected to it were the Doctor's otherwise innocuous supplies, which the Mages and Seers of the same task overlooked closely.
Preparation for the Doctor's return started early in the morning during March, and the announcements of his return resonated in the news of every Seer and Oracle that surrounded the Fellowship capital for a good week before the actual procession began. The news spread quickly, and many new Augurs had already appeared before the Doctor in 1413 with a slew of Putesco, though the Grimms that the Fellowship prided on most-- those with Servos and Locos-- were the ones displayed front and center at the threshold of the hall. The remainder of the alignments were tucked behind the Locos and Servos Plagues, assorted by alignment into separate rows-- at the very last row were the Infitialis and Caedos.
Moreso than the winter, the amount of Grimms present at the Anican base was impressive this month-- so much so that even a few Servos and Locos were tucked into a second row to accommodate space-- because many had traveled away from their homes outside of the Fellowship capital in order to be there, and the wait for the Doctor's return to Anica was particularly arduous that day. When, at last, the Doctor's presence was known to the Grand Magus, an oracle arrived at the head of the Grimms to announce his return, then the wait extended for another thirty minutes, when the sound of footsteps echoed along the hall, and everyone was anxious. Such was the tradition of Fellowship ceremonies.
When, at last, a black-robed figure called the Doctor finally appeared before the Grimms, many did not expect a tired and young boy to be him.
"Oh," Georgie began, awkwardly, "I'm sorry for the wait, everyone. I'm coming in from Trisica University, so-- nevermind. I'm sure you were expecting the Doctor to be here, but I'll be taking his place today-- my name's Georgie Malt."
He stood there for a while, staring at the silent crowd. He wormed anxiously into the crowd of Grimms to get into the room. "If you're a Grimm of an Excito that the Doctor or I have not seen, please come to the table first! Everyone else, please stay out--" he squeezed through the last of the Grimms, and turned back tiredly to face the crowd again, "--side, until I request your group to enter! Thank you."
With that, the Mages that guarded the courtroom ushered Grimms steadily in. A Mage standing near Darius and Cyril, also accompanied by a Caedos of her own, looked quite displeased.
"I was quite looking forward to meeting the Doctor," she spoke to no one in particular, "This wait was all for some impudent child? And we're stuck at the back of this mess. A shame, really."
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 8:28 pm
Mary Rocque stood patiently in her row, smoothing her robes and watching the others with some interest. She was there but she did not quite belong, unaccompanied as she was, her fragile eyes alighting on each Plague as though trying to commit them to memory.
What was she there for? Moral support, she supposed, although there was no need for that. Cyril wandered around Darius' person like a man climbing a monument, using every possible vantage point on the Grimm's broad body to see new and interesting plagues. She had explained to Cyril multiple times where they were going and who they were seeing, but she could see that none of the explanations had stayed inside the plague's ghostly head.
"Of course," he was saying to Darius, fiddling with a new four-leafed clover he had found especially for the occasion, taking it from his hat and then delicately replacing it. "I have no need for a doctor, not at present. And I know that you do not either, my dear Grimm, nor do any of these people here. But all the same, it is good we come, I am sure. I say! Look at them! Fit and strong, the lot of them. Beauty so glaring it could put out your eyes. My goodness. How very kind of them to put us here in the back, do you not think? With your height, we would have obstructed views quite unnecessarily. Do you not see that slim brunette near the front? The one with the beautiful little white-faced ghost in her hands -- oh, there she goes, into the room. We should have eclipsed the poor thing completely. I doubt she could see around one of your shoulders, my dearest Grimm."
This had been going on for as long as they had been there. Darius stood at attention, his hands behind his back, his eyes alert. He had not answered Cyril once as of yet -- at least not verbally. Now and then his face shivered from the stone it seemed to be carved from, and he would lift an eyebrow, or snort softly, or shake his head. It was their own lopsided mode of conversing.
Mary, however, took up the mantle to say 'yes, dear', or make any other appropriate response. She turned her face up to the Mage beside her, smiling her sweet, enigmatic smile. "If he is in the Doctor's faith, I am certain he will be worthwhile to see."
It was not until the woman beside them spoke up that Cyril paused, seemingly stunned by this new and perhaps willing conversation partner. He slid toward her on Darius' shoulder.
"Oh! Did you think he was so bad, my lady mage? I thought him rather charming, really. Not so imposing, but perhaps a doctor should not be. A University man does not often have to be skilled in rhetoric and such -- just in his own trade. I say, good lady, how does one know who has seen him and who has not? We may need to approach the table, but I am quite flummoxed as to how we know which others before us must go," said Cyril with easy sort of fluidity, standing on Darius shoulder and ruffling his cloak back. He smiled charmingly, his eyes slitting into crescent-moons.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 1:50 am
The Mage next to Darius grinned widely at Mary and Cyril's response, eyes alight with a certain curiosity unfulfilled by the likes of the Doctor substitute. The Caedos at her shoulder, dressed in a gleaming black dress to match her glowing skin, also seemed somewhat roused at the company, and was now staring directly at the dagger prince.
"Must all University men be so dreadfully ill-versed, though? I feel that even a doctor's substitute of his ilk should be imposing. Or, perhaps, if not imposing, he must be dashing. I'm sure I would respect him more."
The woman greeted Darius and Mary more formally with a bow, which her Caedos did in marked unison. She smiled brightly at her company.
"My name is Briette, and my Plague's name is Magdalene. I haven't met the Doctor or his assistant before, but a friend of mine is a Grimm, and she knows this ceremony well. She's at the front row with the Locos, you see," she lied, "But if you're in need of guidance, please follow me. Be quick!"
Briette shoved her way through the crowd of oncoming Grimms with tenacity. The boy's instructions were rather confusing, and led to many Fellowship members-- all of them Grimms who hadn't yet been seen-- to head to the court room in no particular order.
Georgie stared uncomfortably at the crowd from his place at the foot of the table, only now aware of how unclear his instructions were. "O-oh," he began, then raised his voice, "Um-- let's start with Excitos first, please? Maybe, um, Caedos, Phasmas, and Servos-- I think that's right-- make a line by the table!"
The boy's voice carried oddly well through the courtroom, and few Fellowship members backed up and phased in defeat back into the hall, where a few annoyed Fellowship guardsmen stood pulling Grimms along. By the time Georgie completed his amended order, she was confidently walking towards Georgie from the opposite foot of the table, her glance occasionally astray to see where Cyril and company were.
The Caedos at her shoulder whispered quietly, "Do not drag these good fellows along on your tirades, Briette. It is unbecoming."
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 9:30 pm
"Imposing or dashing, is it? Both admirable qualities to be sure, my good lady, but perhaps there is something refreshing in his bearing. I must say, I am interested in him nonetheless, and am even more desirous of speaking to him. What an fascinating perspective he must have," said the dagger with a note of languid curiousity, tapping his perforated mouth with one of his long, smokey fingers. As the other Caedos was introduced, he swept himself into a low bow, his eyes slitting into upside-down versions of his smile. "Beautiful creature! Forgive my neglect. It is a pleasure, Magdalene, night-clad vision that you are. I am Cyril Horatio Byron Daggerfeld, and these are my wonderful and worthy companions, Mary and Darius. They are both charmed, quite charmed as I am, I am certain."
Mary and Darius listened with politeness, Mary's expression speaking far more than Darius'. The ex-guardsman stood at attention, his bright intelligent eyes peering at the woman with an expression otherwise as unreadable as stone. He was not certain he liked her, and was less certain he trusted her. As such, he forgot her words and listened only to Georgie. Excitos first, Caedos: that was them. He walked behind Mary, letting the old woman go first: to her, of course, he would defer.
"Yes, wonderful to meet you both, " Mary said musingly, looking at Georgie. "I suppose we will find out just what this all is soon enough..."
The trio continued down the aisles, their movements slow as some Grimms moved back and others tried to pour forward, each jostling each other to find their places to the tables. Luckily, Darius' stature made sure that Cyril and Mary were not bothered, and the elder mage turned slightly to lock eyes with the soldier.
"Are you looking at the University man?' Cyril was saying, stroking his shoulder and fluttering his cape, trying to get the drape to fall just so. "I like his looks ever more as we draw closer. Such youth! It must clothe genius, do you not think?
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 3:51 pm
A certain tenacity allowed Briette and Magdalene to pull themselves nearer to the front of the crowd, and their efforts were, by all means, aided by the presence of Darius. In return, only a couple of Grimms were in front of them in the line, yet that short wait alone was enough to cause Briette some disdain at the situation, which she channeled into scowling quite irritably at Georgie. It was only when the brunette locked eyes with Briette that she stifled and turned back to speak to the dagger Plague and his human entourage. Magdalene had already been facing them this entire time, her expression stoic but overseeing, as if the company her charge had imposed upon them both was now her responsibility alone.
"A genius? No," Briette retorted, "He may be a University man, but when I look at him, I see only a child still. The Trisica robe he wears drapes over him like a blanket."
"The University man will hear you and scorn you. Allow Sir Cyril Daggerfeld to judge by his own will, be it unclouded of the arrogance you hold. You are too brash."
Though the Grimm was unable to tell, Georgie was now staring curiously ahead at the two Caedos and the four before them, clearly confused as to the uneven number there was before him. The two Grimms that came earlier were bothered by the lack of attention, though the negligence only drew the two Caedos on either of their shoulders to stare curiously at Magdalene and Cyril.
"Ah, if you five may," Georgie began, greeting Mary first, "Milady, are you with your Plague? Your Caedos seems to be missing," he furrowed his brows in worry, "Are they the type to run off?"
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