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 Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 3:01 pm
There was a quick intake of breath as he spoke, and she reflexively jerked back to avoid his touch. Her own hands smoothed over the cloth, as if expecting that his hand had changed it in some way. The expression on her face flickered briefly into one of hurt before settling back into something more angry than anything else. His words stung at first, but as the seconds ticked by they began to worm their way inter her mind, recalling other such comments that were said to her.
She looked down at her hands, tiny, faintly glowing things that had mocked her for what she was not for the first few months of her life. Her small fingers clenched into fists as she looked back up at Caduceus, the frown not moving from her face. "I guess you think you're noble, then?" she asked bitterly. She fell silent for a moment or two before begrudgingly answering his question. "At an inn in town. With my Grimm."
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 10:20 am
Caduceus looked over Tiffan with a critical eye. Observation was the first rule of interactions, he had read. And so, he noticed her shift of tone, the tightening of her tiny fists. These he filed away, to later pick apart and discern their meaning. For now, he just... ignored them. Body language was a mysterious thing, he reasoned. Instead, he lifted one hand and made a lazy, grandiose circling motion about his head. His laurel wreath gleamed sullenly in the light. "You noticed, then?" Caduceus' voice was ever-so-slightly condescending. "The items Plagues are born from... some are made of finer things. But.. I am not a noble, so to speak. I was born to be an emperor. I will write history where others..." He paused, and in that moment, it was clear that she was a part of the others. "Cannot...somehow."
His voice faded and his glowing eyes grew dim, aurelian brows sloping low over then for one moment. Sometimes, Jannisari's voice rang in his head like an inexorable bell, listing off faults and the maybes that were not meant to be. But, she had said, she had told him that he would be greater, and this is what he chose to believe. As quick as a snap, his eyes flashed to Tiffan, a confident smile filling his face.
"Hmmm." He drew out the word, weaving it between them like a barrier. "Well, come along. I cannot stay still and neither should you. We are near." He turned to walk and when he spoke again, he did not turn his head to look at the little servos. Her pale face made him queasy. She was a servos, who would grow to cure the plague, the type who the Doctor had wanted all along. "I have not met another Grimm, I think. Is yours terribly efficient?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 4:30 pm
Tiffan's gaze was drawn up to his head, and she gave the laurels that rested there a long glance before looking back down at his face. "Yes," she said slowly, falling silent until he started to walk again. The look she was giving his back could not honestly be called happy, and the frown she wore only grew as they walked. Her internal struggle to be polite with Caduceus seemed to be taking up most of her attention. She didn't want to be mean, for he was showing her the way out, and if she was he might leave her even more lost than she already was, but his subtle insults and his condescending tone grated on her nerves.
Silence, it seemed, would be the best compromise. His next question surprised her though. Efficient? Her gangling and awkward Grimm could be called anything but efficient, though she wished to say otherwise to defend Terrowin from this rather arrogant Plague. "Um. Not exactly. But," she said, raising her chin stubbornly even though Cadu wasn't even looking at her. "At least he is nice."
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 12:11 pm
Caduceus sighed as Tiffany's answers shortened. For a brief while, the small servos had been upgraded from annoying to interesting. Slowly, she was ceasing to amuse him. Maybe if he knew that she was staying in Gadu, he would be a little more courteous or more careful with his words. It would be fun to have someone to practice the art of manipulation on. But, she was a servos: made of light and healing.
His shoes scuffed softly as he walked. The next bend would reveal the entrance Tiffan needed. It was a set of heavy doors, wooden, scrolled over on the front with religious figures and scholarly symbols. It was generally kept ajar for ease of passage. The noise of people moving hung in the air around them. He stopped, robes swishing dramatically.
"Are you implying. That I am not nice? How low. I have lead you towards the entrance you need. Is that not what nice is? You owe me, dear servos." His foot tapped with the beat of his words, but his voice was unheated, merely haughty. "Or perhaps you mean courtly words of grace and empty flatteries. I am from kings,; why would I waste that on you?" Even for Caduceus, his words were ridiculously pompous. He was rather proud of that, in a way. He hoped it would provoke a response.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 3:23 pm
She perked up slightly as the sounds of the outside world grew the closer they approached the door. Her relief at being near the exit lessened her irritation, and her next words did not quite hold the bite that her others had. "Nice people don't expect a reward for doing something." She moved forwards a step or two, trying to peer around Caduceus to see if the exit was visible yet. "And just because you're from a king doesn't mean you are one." Clearly the owner of the item they were from didn't have much bearing on how they turned out, or else she wouldn't be a Servos, as he keeps pointing out she is.
"Kings," she continued, straightening her back and looking up at the other Plague's face, "are supposed to be kind and selfless, and the mean kings always get their comeuppance in the end." Her time among the troupe of minstrels and Terrowin had clearly been rubbing off on her, as most of her knowledge about kings seemed to come from the cliched plots of plays and tales.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 5:19 pm
Caduceus stiffened. This servos rankled him in ways other plagues could not. The Doctor had wanted a servos, he knew. She had hissed out the words in a frightening tone... But he, he was a caedos, meant to spread, to infect, but never to heal. And if he could not be what she wanted, he would be greater, more golden than she dreamed. He frowned, brows drawing together fiercely. Was it jealousy he was feeling?
"A king," he said slowly, words rolling out of his mouth like clumsy boulders. "A king is what he chooses to be. You know nothing." The word ended on a sibilant hiss. "I will be greater and more terrible than anything." His golden-clawed hand grabbed her arm and yanked, spinning her out into the next hallway. The doors surely beckoned to her, speaking perhaps of freedom and a strangely kind and inefficient grimm. His mouth twisted.
"There." He said. "Go." And he dropped her arm as if scalded. Caduceus turned his back on Tiffan, bright and white, so white. He clenched one fist, feeling the raised line where Jannisari had cut him the first time. Shoulders stiff, he walked away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 8:24 am
A scowl grew on her face the more he spoke, and she was about to say something in response to him, but she suddenly found herself roughly shoved out into the hallway. She stumbled over the hem of her robe as she fought to not fall flat on her butt in front of this insufferable plague.Eventually she managed to get her feet under her, and she straightened her clothes out with an audible "ugh!". Turning back to face Cadu, it seemed as if she was going speak her mind, but instead her mouth thinned into a line and she turned on her heel and walked to the door, not even acknowledging that he had helped her as she left.
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