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 Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:31 pm
Miya just looked at him, her eyes wide and almost doe like. He was very smooth, unlike most of the brash obvious men who hounded her at the club. She took her seat beside him and tried not to make herself look too conspicuous. She glanced at Sena and then to the retreating back of the clerk who had been scared silly of Senalore. "Well, he sounded like someone dumped a pale of ice down his trousers", She commented dryly. Being recognized was one thing, but submissive kiss-the-floor way some of them acted disturbed her deeply. They were not gods by any means, and someone bowing to her made her feel dirty and blasphemous. "Will there be anything I can do, during this oh so delicate situation?", she asked.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:51 pm
 "Yes, Miss Miya," Sena glanced over, chuckling slightly. "Sometimes power is indeed like a pail of ice." His eyes remained cold and focused however, continuing to stare straight ahead as he heard footsteps approach the door that the clerk had escaped through. "Any thing you can do?" Laughing quietly, he smiled at her and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "Yes actually, I'd like you to sit there and look pretty. But then again," he teased, leaning in to whisper in her ear roughly, "looking pretty comes naturally to Miss Miya, doesn't it?" Chuckling at himself, the young Noble leaned back in his seat, and waited for Commander Ventiano to meet them.
[[sgt. wallace...?]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:11 pm
Miya rolled her eyes and shook her head, laughing softly in good nature. However, the thought of what might be happening to Reina, or to Alexander, sobered her up immediately. She placed a carefully cultivated but entirely fake smile on her face, something she did when she had a show to do but didn't have the heart for it that night. Miyako waited, her outward appearance was serene and beautiful, never betraying violent combination of emotions swirling within her mind. She heard noises coming from the direction the clerk had gone, making her jump a bit. She righted herself, and looked to Sena. "I hope this works", She whispered softly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:36 pm
"Mmm, so do I," Senalore murmured back, as the door suddenly slid open, and a rotund old man heavily decorated with gold metals dressed in a crisp black uniform ambled out, eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him.
"Milord Scilliano!" Quickly rushing over, he bowed stiffly before Senalore, chuckling politely. "What an honor it is to receive you in our humble little establishment," he gestured about him sheepishly with a hand. "If you had but sent word a little earlier, I'm sure we could have made accommodations somewhere..." he searched for the word, "finer."
"Oh sit down, Commander Ventiano!" Senalore laughed, clasping the old man on the arm warmly, gesturing for him to sit as well. "You know how I don't like those kinds of places! Anyways, how fares Amelia? Still succeeding at her studies, I suppose?"
"Oh yes, milord!" Flushing furiously at the compliment, the old man laughed. "She always asks after you, milord! Please kindly remember to visit someday, or I fear she'll waste away with longing!"
"Of course, of course," Sena nodded graciously, "I will keep that in mind, Commander Ventiano. Please give her my fond regards. But I've been busy, you understand," he sobered immediately, putting on an air of gravity. "Times have been hard, and business bad, as I'm sure you know..."
"Yes, yes..." the old man stroked his beard thoughtfully, following Sena's example, before noticing the figure beside him. "A companion, milord?"
"Oh! How terribly rude of me!" Sena chuckled, looking to Miya beside him. "Commander Ventiano, it is my honor to present to you, Miss Takara, the acclaimed beauty of the singing halls, as I'm sure you know?"
"Heavens above!" Commander Ventiano gasped, standing again and bowing formally. "Amelia loves your work! Would you sign an autograph for her?" Searching around for a stationary and pen, he soon returned with them in hand. "She would absolutely love it if her daddy came home one day with this little treasure," he chuckled. "You really outdid yourself this time, eh milord Scilliano?"
[[rp'ing by myself is sooo fun... -.- lol ]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:54 pm
Miyako had the decency to blush furiously at Commander Ventiano's words of praise. "It's very nice to meet a man so very valued and honored as you are Commander Ventiano, it would be my pleasure to sign an autograph for your daughter", She said. Miya signed the paper, her hand writing was impeccable though very fancy.
She wrote, To the lovely Amelia, next time I shall sing a song just for you. With all my love, Miyako Takara. When she was finished she handed the paper back to the Commander.
"You are too kind Commander, I am just a song bird", Miyako said, her face took on an innocent and open appearance. Food wasn't the only way to a man's heart, flattery worked just as well on men as it did with women. It wouldn't hurt anything if she acted more mild and reserved in a sweeter way. Miyako noted men responded better if you weren't berating them or acting like a wild woman. At leas,t most men, Miyako flashed a look at Senalore and covered the grin teasing the corners of her mouth.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 6:09 pm
As he saw how Miyako's demeanor changed so suddenly, Senalore fought to stifle a small chuckle. "Eh?" He whispered lightly in her ear pretending to watch her sign the paper. "So Miss Miya has this side to her too, hm? What a pleasant little surprise..."
"Thank you kindly, milady," Commander Ventiano smiled broadly, and tucked the sheet inside his uniform. "I'm sure Amelia will treasure it greatly." Turning back to Senalore, the old man's face lost all pretense of brevity. "There's a reason you came, milord?"
"Too smart," Sena shook his head slightly, chuckling. "Too smart, Commander Ventiano. Yes, as a matter of fact there's a small business matter that I'd like you to help me with."
"Yes milord?" Upon seeing the expression on Sena's face, Ventiano took out a small remote control from a pocket, and pressed a button on it. "We are alone."
"One of your officers has captured and detained a girl who is of some use to me. I have come to take what belongs to me back, and I'm sure you would be willing to help?" He raised an eyebrow elegantly.
"Girl? Girl..." The commander thought for a moment. "Ah! You mean the reb-"
A look from Senalore quickly hushed him. "What in the world are you talking about, Commander Ventiano? She's one of my maids, who had accompanied me for a stroll earlier this evening. I was out doing some... sightseeing, as you know I am prone to do, and happened to encounter a group of rebels preparing a strike. One of your officers, a good man in the line of duty, had just arrived on the scene to apprehend those rascals, when my poor maid, thinking my life was threatened, raised her weapons against a Guardian to protect her master. I suppose your officer took her to be a rebel," Sena sighed, "But I can understand the mistake in the heat of the moment. However, I would like her back, and I sorely hope that you fellows have not mistreated her in any way." Sena clasped his hands before him and arched his fingers. "I sorely hope so," he repeated quietly, a dangerous tone entering his voice.
"Milord," Ventiano's face blanched in nervousness. "I-I'm sure that we can come to reason, after all," he chuckled nervously, "our families are allied, are they not?"
"Yes," Sena laughed brightly, his eyes remaining two dark blue chips of ice. "They are, at the moment. Who knows, if they'll stay that way in the future, eh?" He leaned back, and smiled quietly.
"I will go sort this matter out for you right this moment, milord. I am terribly sorry for troubling you to come down here for such a manner, and this garrison has been disgraced."
Face set in stone, with lips pressed together, the old man hurriedly got up, bowed, and exited the room stiffly as Sena remained still in thought.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 7:01 pm
so, is somebody else going to be wallace or am i going three way?
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 7:12 pm
/ooc= I'll be Wallace!/
The Sergent was rather pleased with himself as he prepared to re-enter his make-shift interrogation room. "Now time for this girl to 'attempt' an escape, forcing me to utilize deadly force." He rumbled to himself. At least until he spotted Commander Ventiano moving towards him in a rather hurried maner. Wallace straightened and saluted as neccesary. "Commander! May I be of any assitance to you?" His voice boomed.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 7:19 pm
"Sergeant Wallace!" The commander hissed between clenched teeth. "You get over here right now! There's been a mistake in the capture, and a representative of the Scilliano family is furious with our garrison!" Halting in front of the man, Ventiano's face was flushed with barely contained rage. "One of your men has mistaken a young lord's maid for a rebel and brought her here for questioning!" As he raised a finger, his voice grew quieter in fear of being overheard. "Do you understand what a disgrace to our garrison this is? Sort this matter out right this instant, Sergeant!" Ventiano breathed raggedly, his eyes desperately worried. "I want the officer who performed this crime's tattoo number, name, his whole file, on my desk tomorrow morning! Now bring the girl out before this whole garrison crashes down on our ears, do you hear me?"
[[thanks, ra-ezelle]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 7:28 pm
"You are too kind, I am just a songbird," Sena mimicked, suddenly glanced over at Miyako with a small smile once the commander's footsteps died away. "Not bad, Miss Miya, not bad. You definitely rubbed his old fur the right way, eh?" Sighing slightly, he relaxed a bit in his chair, toying with the armrest in thought. I dare not hope for such good luck in the future though. Ventiano is a family friend, so his understanding is expected. However, there will definitely be those out there who will try to resist my will... Rubbing his tired eyes with a pale hand, Sena yawned languidly, and looked down at his feet. Damn, I'm tired, he thought. I've been running around all over the city tonight, and it's taxing my body...
Looking over to Miyako, he laughed at the worried expression on her face. "Don't worry, Miss Miya, I'm sure it'll all work out some way or another. But for now, I shall rest my poor body. I hope you don't mind," he yawned again, and leaned back in the small plastic chair as lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sick white glow over the quiet reception room.
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