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Gracious Conversationalist
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 Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 12:33 pm
Private RP between Banning (and Misha?) (Graficcha) & Ellandra Sanders (Redbud-tree)
Location: On the way from downtown to uptown
Time: Late morning
Weather: Cloudy and overcast, but no rain.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 12:46 pm
This morning, Banning and Misha had headed out early. The duke had gone as far as to pick him up in Longway's apartment, leaving his owner to head to Life Essentials on her own. He had a very important quest for him today, and the longer they waited, the more risks they would be taking.
Yes, some of his legal business was more dangerous than his louche little sneaky ways. It was a delivery he couldn't risk getting 'on the record', but this sort of information and trading traffic was all too often taken for a valuable source of rare goods and blackmail material.
Well, usually it was just that, too. Not today though, just the regular sort of documents that needed to pass under the radar. The risk of being pounced on didn't diminish with that, though, and the fact they had to go pick up the goods in a particularly dangerous part of the downtown didn't contribute to the general safety of the mission.
Banning had completed the first transaction without a hitch, handed over the documents to Misha, and watched him skitter off and vanish halfway the street. The moment he turned around, he knew he was in biiiig trouble though.
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Sucks for those guys they had no idea who they were messing with.
Looking about as aggravated as if he'd just had to shake off a band of pesky cookie-sellers, and not a trio of armed muggers, Banning strafed through the alleys and streets. Golden eyes livid, fists clenched, hands shaking, both due to anger and exhaustion. While it was a small miracle he was still in one piece and clearly had NOT been stripped clean, he was still mad over not having gotten out unscathed.
For now he was going strong, despite a broken wrist, a deep gash in his upper arm, quite a number of bruises all over, and most likely a light concussion. Oh well, this had happened before...
This also meant he could tell he wasn't going to make it all the way back to Life Essentials, an he wasn't even supposed to be there. He had business to do in his mansion uptown, and he'd rather sleep in a ditch today than allow Timka to fuss over him. Stupid woman.
Oop, there we have it, his knees turning to jelly. He had to slow down.
This would be a long, long day.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 1:05 pm
Ellandra was lost again. You'd think with all of the times she'd meandered through the streets of the city that she would be able to find her way around reasonably well, but no, she had no such luck. At least her luck was good enough to have kept her from getting accosted on any of her many, many misadventures with directions - unlike that man over there. . .
Oh, my. . .
Her eyes widened and she clapped a hand to her mouth as the condition of the stranger fully registered. He was quite obviously a noble - or at least fabulously wealthy - and carried himself in a manner that, under normal cicrumstances, would have caused her to flee on sight. Seeing him like this, though, when he looked like he'd been beaten half to death and looked like he might fall over at any moment, stayed Ellandra long enough to get past her initial reaction and scurry over to him, still afraid but not wanting to see the poor man suffer.
"O-oh my. . . .s-sir, is - is th-there any w-way I c-can help you? P-please don't - don't be - be angry, b-but . . . you - you l-look v-very much l-like you need to - to r-rest, a - a bit."
Don't eat me, sir, said the mouse to the lion, maybe I can help you out?
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 1:13 pm
So, he'd just been minding his own business, moving along... and then, whoah! out of nowhere, gack!
Banning had been wholly preocuupied with not coming to a standstill, knowing if he did, he'd probably sit on his arse and not move for the next hours. Not only was the idea silly, but also dangerous. And entirely beneath his dignity.
So was the fact the sudden appearance of this woman startled him enough to back up against a rugged wall to steady himself and look for cover.
What, whatwhat? LADY speak slower, it was hard enough to focus on her words without them being a stuttery mess. He hated messes. Gold eyes wide, he stared at her, ahving trouble registering what she'd just said to him.
"I'll be... I'll be fine." Gwah, hands off okay, no cookies, don't...
Wait. Thinking about those words again, she was quite right.
"Why'd I be angry?" now he just stared at her dully, miffed and tired-looking, but not aggressive. Still, he kept himself close to the wall, wary of letting go that support. Trying to even maintain eye contact made him dizzy, and he really hoped he wasn't going crosseyed. It sure felt like it.
Okay, maybe that 'little cut' in his arm was a bit more serious. At least it was severe enough for him to stop making any sense. How irritating.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 1:27 pm
Ellandra swallowed. "Fine". Right. Like he expected her to believe that? Truly?
Clearly he was in worse shape than she'd initially assumed. . . she did her best to wipe her fear from her voice, and reached a hand out to the noble - being sure not to actually touch him, he didn't seem the type to appreciate that.
The mousy young woman tried her hardest to look the injured nobleman in the eyes - unfortunately, between her timidity and his condition, that didn't work out very well, and spoke, speaking slowly and carefully to both keep her stutter at bay and to make sure she was understood.
"You won't. . . make it where you wish to go, I don't think . . . unless you stop and rest for a bit, sir. . . and. . . and stop that. . . bleeding." She paused and chewed her lip nervously. "I'm - I'm sorry if I . . . I confused you, I'm - just. . . well, wary of offending, I suppose. . . There's. . . there's no-one around at the moment, sire - no-one but me. If you were to rest for a bit before going on, no-one would see. . . I can help you a bit if - if you'll allow me..."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:37 am
Shut up.
Stop talking.
MAKE SENSE, FOR ISIS' SAKE.
...
Wait, she did make sense. Thank the gods for that small mercy.
All throughout Ella's forcedly controlled speech, Banning stared at her, eyes wide like he was a ten-year old listening to a quantummechanical genius ramble on and on. Only seconds later did it start to trickle in.
Yes, yes, she was right. With a slightly sour grimace, now more mentally present again, Banning nodded. He was about to tell her he would accept her aid when suddenly, one of his eyebrows quirked up.
Really?
"Ellandra Sanders?"
He recalled her from a few profile pictures he had in his files... from Longway's description, and his agents' reports. Oh yes. For now, confirming her identity was more important to him then getting himself more comfortable.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 1:59 pm
"Y-yes..." how did he know her name? Well, that would wait until later, there were more important things to worry about - like keeping this man conscious.
"Sit down, sir, please - before you fall?" She bit her lip, hovering next to the noble, still without touching him.
Please, please just sit down - she couldn't catch him if he fell! Well, she could, but for all intents and purposes he'd just squish her since there was no possible way she could hold him up.
That wouldn't help either of them.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 2:20 am
Blink.
"Here?"
Hell no.
"Not for the devil. You're right to say I most likely won't make it to my destination, but I'm not as far over the edge as to resign already... I'm not very inclined to drop down here, trust me on this." Just needed to catch my breath, yes. That's all.
Taking a deep breath to try and clear his head, Banning calmed himself down a little and regained some composure.
"If you're so eager to help me out, I won't stop you from accompanying me... How curious to meet you here, miss Sanders." He'd begun moving again now, looking quite a bit less about-to-faint than minutes before. At least he had the strength again to hold back those annoying jelly-legs. Surely he'd at least make the upper district border now.
"If it's any consolation to your conscience, once I make it to my home, I'll see to it I get myself patched up dear." Just please don't start a fuss right here, whatever COULD you do in a dump like this anyway? Think, lass.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 11:12 am
Ellandra bit her lip and wrung her hands together before she nodded shortly. "M-my apologies, s-sir," she said quietly.
She hadn't meant to offend him, or any such thing . . . perhaps this was just his personality? Well, no matter what, she wasn't going to leave him to walk home alone. If, by chance, something did happen and he didn't make it to his destination, it was only logical to have someone with him to go for help.
He was rather. . . intimidating, though.
Just a bit.
. . . . Okay, a lot. But he needed her help, if just to have someone to make sure he made it where he was going safely.
She blinked a little. "W-were you... expecting t-to meet me somewhere, s-sir?"
She certainly had no expectations to meet him - so what in the world did he mean by that?
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 5:19 am
"Not anywere it particular, but I believe at some point I would've sought you out, miss Sanders." Banning answered her truthfully. He kept his eyes on the road ahead though. At last he'd stopped swaying quite so much, and he's like to keep it that way.
What a strange meeting of chance. Now that he had a breath to spare and some freedom to think, he tried to lower his usual charge of intimidation skills a little. Not too hard to achieve when he was tired, but at any other time it took him quite a bit of self-control to lower his barriers some. It was a nice thought to be accompanied by someone who probably wouldn't jump him from the moment he did, be it a physical pounce or nagging.
Such things had happened much too often, in the past and all too recently, for him to not have grown into a generalised state of distant chill. It had saved him a lot of time and annoyances to keep people away and wary. Ellandra wasn't one he expected much trouble from, luckily.
"Either I would have, or Misha. There is really no telling what little games he tries to play when he's on the job." Bane risked a glance aside at her, a much milder, slightly curious look. Wonder how she'll respond.
Even if Ella turned out to be the most incompetent aid in all of Vargash, at least she kept him mercifully distracted from his injuries while they conversed.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:10 am
Ellandra huffed. "Oh, I - I have an idea of what s-sort of games he plays." While she dearly missed Misha and would love to see him again, if only for a moment, she still fought a bit of lingering irritation at his attempts to play matchmaker. Yes, he had meant well, and yes, it had turned out rather awfully through no fault of his own, but she didn't need that much help with her romantic life!
She blinked then, his words properly filtering through her thoughts at last. Then it clicked. "O-oh.... you're the - the owner of that shop, sir?" Really, she probably should have realized it sooner - nobles didn't normally venture into the worst part of town without reason, and to be able to fund whatever it had taken to revive the Essentics, one would have almost had to have been a noble.
It was so obvious in retrospect that Ellandra could have slapped herself.
To be fair, though, she hadn't thought much past his being an injured man before now.
"Don't y-you suppose that you sh-should do something about the bloodloss you're having, sir? A-at least a temporary treatment?"
She really didn't want to anger him, and it was obvious that he wouldn't truly stop, but she couldn't tand to see him bleeding all over himself just because of his sheer stubbornness and pride.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 12:09 pm
Her reaction to Misha's name elicted a faint smile, with a glimmer of smugness.
"Yes, I'm the one responsible for Life Essentials. Pleased to hear you know of it." purrrrr. Hehehe. Let's play 'first meetings' then. "I may have to apologise for any grievances my assistants have caused you..."
He kept looking at her, glancing at the sidewalk stretching out before him to avoid tripping over suddenly appearing objects a few times.
"I assure you that as log as I am not run over by a truck in the next hour, I'll be fine. DeLonghy manor has all facilities I may need... Not to sound haughty, but any sort of intervention in aplace like this would probably land me some sort of disease."
Why yes, that did sound stuckup. Very much up his own arse. At least he somehow managed to get back to a normal pace despite someow having his head between his buttocks, how strange.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 12:18 pm
Ellandra shook her head a little and said, "N-no, I'm the one who should apologize; I disrupted your business, s-sir, and lost my temper when I sh-shouldn't have." It was true, sadly enough. She had overreacted badly that day.
Perhaps if she hadn't, she still would be able to see her friend.
But there wasn't anything she could do about that now, so she returned her attention to the noble she was accompanying. "I suppose you're r-right, sir. . . and I shall do my very best to prevent any t-trucks from running over y-you while I accompany you."
Was that a smile spreading on her face? Perhaps. Surely not a smirk, no, never one of those.
. . . . Well, okay, yes it was.
She'd been spending a little too much time with Faolan, it seemed.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 1:19 pm
"Lost your temper? I didn't catch any yelling or screaming and I didn't find any damaged furniture. It's doubtful they would manage to hide such a thing from me, too." Banning raised an eyebrow again amusedly, only briefly wncing when he missed a step.
"Whoah." How dry. Okay, so I tripped. Not because my blood pressure just dropped, nah. ... Alright, so he guessed he would need Ellandra's help if he didn't want to have to crash somewhere in a ditch right around here.
"Trucks or.. really feisty cats are hazardous as well." ahaha. Shaky chuckle. Her grin made him giddy, and he couldn't help it! This was baaaad. The duke didn't even act like this when he was drunk off his rocker -which happened about once in a blue moon.
"M.. maybe I should take a break in the middle district..." Not far from here, he knew, was a little contained plaza near one of the prayer halls of the community. There would be no danger there.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 1:28 pm
Ellandra bit her lip, reaching out to the man but not touching him, not yet. "I - I think you're very much in need of that rest, sir. . . Please, is. . . is there anything I can d-do in the meantime? I. . . I know I'm not much help, I'm sorry. . ."
Really, she wasn't.
She both knew it and hated it.
She wanted to be of help, but she just didn't know how to help someone who was so very independent and stubborn. . . What was she supposed to do?
She couldn't help him walk, not really.
The height difference alone made that a challenge, let alone his clear determination to keep moving under his own power.
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