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 Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:43 am
Adrian turned to answer the boy only to notice that he had turned away, was talking on a cell phone and looking extrememly pale. He paused, before turning to the coffee pot and pouring some into a cup he found. He then set it on the counter near the pale drink-fixer. A cup of strong brew will ease any chill, mental or physical.
Adrian then stepped out the door and spotted the two men. He racked his brain for a second before recalling the name of the man that had been with Mizi earlier.
"Slaine, your significant other is looking... troubled..." Adrian paused and noted the other man, a customer. "I'll look after this customer if you wish to..." his voice trailed off. He didn't actually know for a fact that the two where an item, he just assumed... he hoped his observation skills had not failed him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:54 pm
Violet eyes widened, and Mizi struggled to retain his composure. "Y-you're in town?" he muttered, repeating the other's words right back in the mouthpiece. He paused, not really needing the other's affirmation. Val didn't seem to know what to say. Mizi, too, fought for the right words. "Val... I don't really think that's... well, um, such a g--"
"How about Gates' Park at 2:30?" the other interrupted persistently.
"... Well... I suppose I don't start my shift until... four..." Mizi caved with clear discomfort, now edging back into the kitchen. His gaze fell on a mug of coffee that seemed to have been left for him. Slender fingers sought the heated china, letting the warmth attempt to drain him of the nerves now writhing in his abdomen.
"Great. I'll meet you by the swings. Well, bye, then."
Mizi released a shuddering breath and clicked his phone off with a beep. How could... his ex-fiance, of all people, call him so casually and ask for a rendezvous? More importantly, why hadn't Mizi put his foot down and declined? Unable to answer that question, Mizi raised the mug to his lips and downed a drink of the black liquid.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 2:24 am
Ludwig walks with pride, as if he owns the ground he's walking on. Which he probably will, soon enough. His legs decorated with a pair of skin tight pants, made from a black shiny material, quite similar to PVC. He wore a mantle on his shoulders adorned with tiger skin stripes that flowed down to floor height. His tall, slender figure skipped lightly through London's squares. He stopped while his sensitive nose sniffed the air, almost tasting the aroma of hot chocolate. He turned at once, and walked to the gentleman's club while wearing a sly smirk on his face. It was a beautiful morning, the sky was dark with clouds, and the storm was almost breaking. "Yep, precious", he thought to himself. As he saw the entrance to the club up ahead, he briefly wondered how the night will turn out...
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 2:38 pm
Finally, the young man before him offered a path of entry. Victor strode in confidently and stepped over the threshold. He smiled a little and nodded in thanks as he turned his piercing gaze upon the young man once again.
"Merci beaucoup, jeune homme." The appreciation in French finally left the lips of the Duke. He seemed awkward in the way he showed his thanks, but it also seemed that he was used to normal courtesys like words of thanks and other such common decencies. He was indeed a well-bred man, Victor was. He'd have to be As he searched the room for a hat and coatrack, he attempted to make smalltalk with the young man, if only to fill the void that the silence between the two had created. "Il fait très froid, déjà. The night, I mean. It is...cold, yes?" It seemed as though, eloquent though he was, Victor had not been speaking English for very long. It was obvious that he had a superb command of languages, but he had the strange lilt of foreign speakers, as if he had no need to speak in English for quite some time. "Thank you...for accomodating me.
Finally espying a hat and coatrack, Victor whipped off his cape with a flourish and gracefully hung it on one of the open pegs. He also took off his coat and hung it on top of his cape. Finally, he doffed his tophat and neatly and accurately tossed it atop the brass ball adorning the top of the rack. Winking at the rack as if pleased with his work, he turned back to the young man standing before him and suddenly put a gloved hand to his mouth.
"Where are my manners? How tres grossier of me." Victor smiled as he made a low sweeping bow in front to the boy. It seemed like the warmth of the home had transformed the Duke completely. Made him...warmer, somehow. In manner and in word. "Je m'appelle Victor, le troisième dela Croix de duc." Victor introduced himself as he took the young man's hand and gently grazed his lips against the back of it. And what is your name, jeune homme?"
As an afterthought, Victor added: "...and what are these services you were referring to, earlier?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 5:11 pm
(I'll take your profile, Tonrio. Danse is often very busy and can't to things right away.)
Slaine was immediatly lost the second the foreign dialect spilled from the stranger's lips. How fluently he spoke the smooth language, he noticed. By catching a word or two, he picked it out to be French Victor was speaking. He had always thought it would be wonderful to learn a second language, but hadn't and probably would never have the patience for such a lengthy process.
The youthful waiter watched as Victor searched the vicinity. His intimidation had lessened, that was for sure. Now, he was merely trying to figure this man out from what pieces that had already been laid out before him. A sophisticated Frenchman with the ability to be warm and kind if he so wished, or the same option to taking stern command. He would have guessed he was financially well off, but why would he be out in the streets so late at night?
What was it he said his name was again? All he seemed to catch was 'Victor'. Well, he was sure that would be enough.
".. Slaine Tantras," he replied with his own name, slightly flustered with Victor's uncommon form of greeting. Uncommon to himself at least. And here Slaine had thought only a gentleman of many decades ago would greet a woman in such a way. He just brought himself to believe that he wasn't getting out enough and the formality was coming back as a fad.
"Oh, those.. Well," he began, slipping his hand back to himself, but found himself cut off by Adrian. He knew Adrian ment Mizi. So he was acting strangely again? It was as if he just then noticed what title Adrian referred to Mizi, and his cheeks washed over in a light hue of pink. "Oh, thanks." His eyes returned to the other man. "Victor.. would you excuse me? I'm sure Adrian be able to fill you in on everything."
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 7:37 pm
Orniokun rose up as he did, with much grace, and would pulls at his bangs. Some male was in the bed opposite of him, sleeping soundly after a night of fun. Well toned musclar fram would rise from the bed to strech his well oiled form, Beautiful pale flesh wraped about him. Every muscle in his body was firm and held a gently curve that is sure to be pleasing to the eye, every inch of him from the v-cut of his lower abodomine pubic aray to the dimples upon his rounded bubble arse. He was a sight to behold.Soon the male would slip on his tight conforming boxer breifs and a A shirt
" Oi...Wake up love, Time to pay up"
Cords of honey emited such a smooth rich vocal tone, low and seductive, as it should be for his craft.
Both males walk from the room with Ornio counting the profit made. A small kiss giving to the other, before he is sent off . Ornio would make his way about the establishment, looking for everyone of whom would not be busy to catch up or what have you. " Hello? "
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 1:09 am
"Hello and good morning in this shiny and stormy day" said Ludwig politely
He laid his eyes on the man infront of him he was pretty no doubt, but not quite to prince normal tease some thing a bout him were well… quite semely however he did keep talking you may never know, This boy might look nice in dress as most of them does.
Entering the Gentleman café, his eyes were looking and noting on the surrounding they note the duke, remembering all his father talks on the of Bavaria –French political station (which were the same as the most German-French in that time) he stepped straight into the duke that was talking to some waiter at the time he bowed a bit "Good morning duke, your country sucks but you on the other hand, quite beautiful" feeling he acted in the most correct political way he begun walking slowly toward a setting place with a view.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 4:22 am
Nodded to the male before he would take off on his business " Good , Im not to late" He giggled lightly before he would turn tail and prance back to his room to get dressed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 6:26 am
[[To lily_kane: Unless you have made a previous arrangement with MadAzrael with regards to his character and your relations, or would like to elaborate on perhaps-- how Ludwig might recognize the duke for the specific one he is prior to introduction, I would suggest you revise your post. As a general rule of thumb, godmodding on any level is discouraged. ]]
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 6:47 am
Nolas Radevel could only imagine by the unpleasant sound of a distinct ' crunch, how unfilling the plain morsel of food must be. While set in front of himself was what appeared to be grilled chicken, steamed vegetables, and a healthy pile of mashed potatoes smothered in gravy. The contrast between their two meals was almost pathetic. "If it comes to them having rooms with only one bed, then I suppose that would be a yes, Talis," Radevel answered, stabbing a fork into a particularly lush piece of broccoli. He never thought there would ever be an awkward night of sharing a bed with Talis until today.
Rummaging through it for a grape one, Talis replied, "Well, if it comes to that, you can have the bed. I'll sleep on the floor. They'll probably have extra blankets and stuff, anyway."
He had to hand it himself. Who knew he could be such a problem-solver?
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:22 am
SonataBlue [[To lily_kane: Unless you have made a previous arrangement with MadAzrael with regards to his character and your relations, or would like to elaborate on perhaps-- how Ludwig might recognize the duke for the specific one he is prior to introduction, I would suggest you revise your post. As a general rule of thumb, godmodding on any level is discouraged. ]] i just thought it will make sense that to me that noble/high classes house will know each other to at least dew to a political reasons. I didn't meant to disrespect the rules
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:41 pm
"...but of course. I would hate to keep you from your business."
Victor bowed slightly at the waist, indicating to Slaine that it was alright to go. As Slaine walked away, the barest hint of a smile flashed across the Duke's face as he watched the boy's movements rather intently. After he regained himself and realized what he was doing, he brought his balled right hand to his mouth and coughed a little, as if to cover up his rather innappropriate and lascivious behavior. But before Slaine had dissappeared from view, Victor stopped him with a word.
"Tantras."
Victor chuckled a little bit to himself. "From Tantra, I assume? As in the art of Meditative Sex?" Victor smirked a little as his eyes once again shot straight through Slaine's body. "Quite an interesting name you have, Slaine." Victor was just about to walk off in the opposite direction to where the man he presumed to be Adrian stood when he once again stopped in his tracks. "One more thing, Tantras. I...thank you for...not reffering to me as... Monseiur dela Croix or Monseiur le Duc." As he said this with his back to the boy, Victor brought a hand to his face in order to cover his face. It seemed as if he was embarrassed to be referred to in that manner. He gave a reason why:
"It's...just so stuffy sounding." And with a last flash of his smile toward Slaine, Victor walked off to the man that Slaine was just talking to. However, he stopped momentarily as he spied a face that he seemed to know from somewhere before...perhaps at one of the Galas at the Manor. He quickly shrugged off this feeling of deja vu and was just about to continue on his way...when he had heard a rather callous remark about his place of birth. Victor's face contorted into a mask of rage as he raised his cane to his right hand, prepared to draw the sword that was hidden within, but stopped himself. He did not desire to cause a scene. Regaining his composure, he turned to the man who had so callously spoken to him and gave him a curt, rather emotionless nod of greeting before he turned away.
Finally, the Duke, a little irked from having to wait for a room, continued on toward Adrian in the understanding that he would, in place of Slaine, attend to his needs.
((It's alright, Sona. I managed to work it in to my post in spite of things. XD Maybe, if Lily is so inclined, Victor and he can meet later. Victor is still rather mad at him. XD Sounds like it could be fun. I haven't RPed angsty arguing and fighting in a while. XD))
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 10:34 pm
Adrain's cobalt eyes scanned the man before him. He was dressed in unique yet stylish attire. He though, didn't really notice the others physical appearance as much as was pondering food, lodging, comfort and so on for the new guest. He was the pastry chef... though he could aid the man before him in anyway the other wanted.
"Do you have any needs or questions, sir?" his voice was low, quiet, and somewhat stoic. He's slender pale fingers swept the room in a motion that stated make "yourself at home" and "I will aid you" clearly.
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