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 Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 8:50 pm
Something that I want. A roleplay between Lord Dorian Arelgren, his Plague, Lettie, Dragomir Meschke, his Plague, Chayele, Doctor Amory Kempe, Father Elias Henteloue, and Lady Rosalie De Clare, with her Plague, Gabriel.
deep breath
Lord Arelgren, accompanied by his neighbour/reluctant best friend five-ever, Dragomir Meschke, has been requested in Gadu by Doctor Amory Kempe, who has expressed concern for the well-being of Lettie Arelgren since he last met her and left her in the care of Wickwright Finch. The place is Doctor Kempe's office, and the time is midday. Lord Arelgren, Dragomir Meschke, and their Plagues have all had time to rest from their strenuous trip, but not under the Council's roof, as, officially, the meeting is an informal one. Since it is technically informal, interruptions and unexpected visitors ensue.
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 9:41 pm
Doctor Amory Kempe had cleared a hole in his packed schedule, for this afternoon, but officially, the hole had gone unfilled. A rare gap, which, if his co-workers knew about it, they would assume was a much-needed break in an otherwise constantly hectic schedule, one of the Counselor's first concessions to the idea that he could not literally run the Council singlehandedly.
In this, they would have been wrong, for there was, in fact, a meeting planned to fill this free space in his agenda. It was simply a more surreptitious meeting than most which he had conducted since his promotion.
It had never seemed to anybody like the Council ran itself, but since Sir Simon Rockland had been deposed from his position, things were running far more efficiently than before. It was simpler now than it had ever been to forget that the Council was constantly strapped for funds and rapidly losing political support, but so things were and so it was: the burden of addressing the situation fell upon the Counselor, who was supposed to, presumably, alchemize money from lead and call it a day. Small wonder, then, that Simon Rockland had run mad!
Sitting in his office with a Cultist lordling, his locos Plague, and his surly escort, Doctor Kempe wondered if he wasn't running half mad himself. But the Cult had offered the Council much-needed funding, and far be it for him to not even try to find a diplomatic way to attain it. Governmental funding was drying out daily, and while a cure might not emerge from the research of the Council soon, without funding, it would never do so at all. Thus, he had made the arrangement, discreetly as possible, under the pretense of checking up on a Plague he had previously met as an excito, Lettie Arelgren.
Under this pretense, he greeted them. "Good afternoon, Lord Arelgren, Lettie. I'm so pleased to see you in such excellent health, and Lettie, grown so wonderfully! What must Hopkin think?" He remembered the Locos had been rather partial to the strange little phasmas, but barely. It had been quite some time. "Please, do introduce me to your friends as well." He gave the Grimm that had accompanied Lord Arelgren a warm smile, and said, "Doctor Amory Kempe, pleased to meet you."
For one, there was no René to correct him with his full title as Counselor. René had taken advantage of the hole in his schedule, and gone out, to places unknown, and he coughed to fill the silence, half tempted to fill int he gap himself.
Meanwhile, René was sauntering to a very familiar office, where he knew several lovely book of hours stunteds lived to regale them with tales of excitement. He hardly ever got time off, but when he did, he spent it as liberally as possible.
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knife effect Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 6:00 pm
Convincing her Grimm to join her in visiting Doctor Kempe's office had been an incredibly herculean task for Lettie. Dorian had never met the man before, and had his own suspicions about what the "check-up" would even entail; he wasn't comfortable with the idea of putting his plague under a stranger's scrutiny. Yet, he'd secretly read Lettie's correspondence letters from Adlam, and understood that his Plague had her own share of concerns in regards to her new, Anhelo body. It still irked him that she had been voicing more of her hopes and fears to Artur Viseroy, their steward, rather than himself, her Grimm. He tried justifying his jealousy by convincing himself that she'd only opened up to the steward more because Dorian had been away from home for so long. As an Overseer for the House, he'd been busier, though this didn't bother his plague. Lettie had been nothing but proud of him, anyway.
The she-plague stood comfortably between her Grimm and Dragomir Meschke, which probably pleased the latter gentleman a good deal. While she had been pleasant during the entirety of the journey, Dorian had chattered away excitedly at his Obscuvian brother, whom he was ecstatic to be reunited with. At the sight of Kempe, however, Dorian silenced himself, and allowed Lettie the honor of carrying out introductions. She'd been eager to come; seeing Kempe and Rene again was enough to lift her spirits, especially after she'd just visited Adlam.
"Good afternoon, Doctor Kempe," Lettie brightly responded. "I'm pleased to see that you are well, too."
She reddened at the mention of Hopkin, whom resided fondly in her thoughts. She, too, could only wonder what Hopkin must think, though at the moment, what Doctor Kempe thought was more important. "You must meet my Grimm--Lord Arelgren--" Lettie started.
She stopped mid-sentence when she saw that he wasn't there. For a moment, Lettie thought he'd vanished like magic, but when she craned her neck to see past Dragomir's shoulder, she saw that her Grimm had already begun familiarizing himself with Doctor Kempe's books and belongings. He was in the middle of a thick, leather-bound volume when he caught sight of Lettie's blazing glare that could burn heretics at the stake. Smiling princely, he immediately returned the item to where he found it, before coughing into a fist and allowing Lettie to carry on.
"--Lord Arelgren," Lettie repeated, cheeks red, "Whom usually keeps his hands to himself!"
He truly usually didn't behave this way, but it embarassed her all the same. It hadn't occurred to Lettie that Dorian was actually rather nervous about meeting with Kempe, since he'd hate having to admit that he knew less about his Plague's condition than a stranger.
"My apologies, Doctor Kempe," Dorian sheepishly said. "I've never been in a counselor's office before, a coucil member's, at that. This is all very new to me."
"Yes," Lettie coughed, before giving Dragomir a slight push forwards. She introduced Dragomir with a much kinder tone.
"This is Dragomir Meschke, our neighbor by estate, and brother by religion," Lettie proudly said, and added, "And his plague, Chayele."
Having finished her introductions, Lettie smoothed the front of her dress and smiled pleasantly, hoping that her Grimm would only compliment her in the best of ways for the afternoon's remainder.
"We have all come a far way from Shyregoed, but Chayele and I will be glad to be of service to you."
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 12:18 am
Elias tilted his neck side to side, vainly hoping that it would alleviate the stiffness in his muscles. He had been sitting at his desk for the better part of the day working both on his personal research as well as his classes, and he had reached the point where it was all blurring into one mind-numbingly boring mess. His shoulders had clearly been hunched over too long, he realized, as he leaned back in his chair and winced at the pain shooting through them.
Just as he was cursing poor posture and thinking of assigning Iudith to forcefully remind him to sit in a better position, Yiskah squeaked happily from outside the door; when she grew bored of his office, she often stood sentinel for any incoming visitors as an excuse to feel the less stuffy air of the corridor. He glanced up curiously as he waited to be told who was coming to hopefully relieve him of his boredom.
“Elias, René is here!” came her high-pitched little voice, and Elias chuckled at her enthusiasm.
“Tell him to come--”
“René!” Elisheba interrupted, scurrying down off his desk where she had been practicing her writing to join Yiskah in the doorway. She tried to hide it, but Elias was fairly inclined to believe that Elisheba fancied Amory's very organized stunted. She often forgot her more composed appearance around him, as could be gathered from the way she nervously brushed her hands down her dress to smooth it out. “Come in!”
Elias snorted at that: wasn't he supposed to be in charge of this office? He shook his head and not for the first time accepted that his life was run by small Plagues before addressing René as Elisheba and Yiskah ushered him into the office. “Good afternoon, René. I trust you are doing well.” He set down his quill as his other four girls climbed onto his desk to better see what was happening. ”What brings you to my office today?
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:57 am
"I thank you for coming so far," Amory said ebulliently. "I myself have never left Imisus, despite my recent promotion. However, I'm quite keen on visiting Shyregoed one day. And Auvinus," he remarked almost carelessly. Bowing a clumsy bow to Dragomir and Chayele, he added, "It's wonderful to meet another Grimm and Plague as well, of course. Are you also friends of our Wickwright Finch and Hopkin?" Watching him bow was almost comical. Though judging form the volume of books and papers in the room, he was certainly an intellectual man, he was not a particularly impressive looking one. Almost everyone in the Council knew he was only the son of poor Imisese potato farmers, and he looked every inch of his less-than-noble heritage. If he found Dorian's manners to be rude at all, he made little note of it.
"Tell me, all of you, for I had hardly any time to be acquainted with Lettie! What sort of work do you turn your hand to? Hopkin was awfully concerned that Lettie be left in good hands, and I would like to be able to reassure him that she's well looked after in these troubled times."
Not that Wickwright Finch had left him so much as a "by your leave" to send letters or any indication of where he was rushing off to so quickly. He had asked Whitney Yawley, the student that Finch had appeared to be staying with, but unusually so for a boy so direct, Yawley had maintanted a disagreeably cryptic air in all his replies. Yet he had to have some pretense for discovering these Cultists' occupations, considering the political situation, and Hopkin was a useful asset.
René entered Father Henteloue's office and leapt onto his desk, sweeping a flourishing bow. "My good Reverend Father!" he announced merrily. "Doctor Kempe has a hole in his schedule, and so I find myself with free time. What more pleasant way to pass it than in the company of you and your charming wards?" He flashed a dazzling smile, which he had probably practiced in a mirror. "As you know, when I have free time, I plan excellent diversions for the excito community in our fair university, and since the next play I have planned is a wonderful and tragic romance, and most of my loyal retinue are men, I was hoping to find a talented star within your very office. And, of course, to hear news from the Theology department. Since Doctor Kempe is so busy lately, he regrets the lapse in your usual visits, and being informed does so cheer him up."
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 8:11 pm
Dragomir bowed in return to the gesture, smiling faintly. It was, of course, good to see someone who wasn't Dorian or either of their plagues after so long, and even better that he seemed to have little intent to embarrass him or otherwise insult his intelligence or capabilities or progress in life. So far, this placed him well, well above most everyone who had been in his life in the recent past, from Dorian to Dr. Adlam himself, and Dragomir found himself almost obligated to not upset or irritate him so that it didn't suddenly change to reminding Dragomir that he was far from the best writer and lacked in education - because, looking around the room, he could tell that he did, especially since Adlam had verbally beaten it into his head.
"It's an honour, sir. I am acquainted with both Wickwright Finch and Hopkin, yes, and I study to work in Plagueology," much more than that and he'd be lying, which wasn't a good introduction, "with Doctor Adlam, though my interactions with Lettie have been limited as of late, with me in Moore, and her so busy."
Hearing the name Adlam, Chayele was content to get away from Dragomir, as though this would somehow distance her from the memories. She wasn't angry at Lettie, per se, just confused and disoriented at her new height (after all, she had been her height last time, and now was much, much taller!) and, as such, was avoiding her for the moment. So, without Dragomir and without Lettie, where was she to go? She studied Amory, finding him to be an old man by the grey streaked in his hair, which simultaneously and conflictingly made him trustworthy and someone to be feared. He knew Wickwright Finch, which made him likeable, but Chayele wouldn't be caught trusting someone unnecessarily again! Just let him try to pull a needle on her!
Her mouth set in a grim line, she followed Dorian's lead. She investigated curiously, poking around the room, though she didn't give anything more than a cursory glance. The ladder of books and things up to his desk was good as any; she climbed it and settled down in her higher vantage point, studied the room from where she could.
Dragomir's eyes went a bit wide and he considered making a move for her, to reign her in (because he wasn't in charge of Dorian and the insufferable man could make a fool of himself if he wanted, but he was in charge of Chayele, and her actions reflected on him), but refrained. Perhaps Amory would ignore that too and let her be, as long as she didn't serve to cause any chaos.
Of course, then she immediately set to fiddling with sprig of lavender and a quill. She seemed to be content simply stroking and prodding at both, but Dragomir couldn't help but fear what she'd get up to if it continued.
"My apologies in advance for Chayele. She... is a handful." He forced a smile that didn't look too painted or pained. Chayele looked up at him, lifted her chin, and frowned impressively before returning to the feather next to her.
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knife effect Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 6:33 am
"Ah, it's only natural for our Plagues to be the center of our attention, no?" Dorian cheerfully said after Dragomir had made his own remark. Grinning widely, he looped his arm with Lettie's "Grimmhood isn't all bad, brother."
Dorian was glad that his relationship with Lettie had only transformed for the better, and beamed proudly at her when she confidently replied to Kempe's inquiry.
"I lead the Order of the Nightingale, doctor." Lettie humbly said. "The House created the Order many months ago." She paused to consider if the next piece of information was worth sharing or not, and tentatively added, "I consider pride a sin, and I mean not to boast by saying this--but the Nightingales have had many a success since."
She dipped her head bashfully, hoping that she didn't sound too pleased with herself. As an Excito, Lettie secretly took pride in her accomplishments, but as an Anhelo, she felt differently towards anything she managed to do mildly successfully. Nowadays, Dorian took pride for her by proxy.
"Damn it Lettie! If the good doctor hopes to hear good news, you should give it to him with more confidence," Dorian firmly said. He looked apologetically at Kempe. "While the Order may be a young organization, it is a steady one. Lettie oversees all of its operations." And through clenched teeth--added, "And she does it rather well, wouldn't you agree, Lettie?"
"N-no...I...I only do what needs to be done." Lettie stammered, fidgeting. She could feel the burning redness on her cheeks spread towards her ears. Adverting her gaze to the floor, she added more quietly, "...It is not my place to say whether or not my work is good. I am glad to help, that is all."
She was relieved that Dorian had nothing in response to say to this. He'd already been uncharacteristically more embarrassing than usual, though this time, he was speaking about her work in a way that she didn't find comfortable.
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