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 Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 11:24 pm
Thorne has Mare lead Alg through the ropes of his new living situation. His quarters are a maze of rooms that have been granted for noble use. The guest room Alg is kept in is simple but pleasant, nowhere near as barbaric or spartan as one would assume from the horror stories at the ball.
It isn't until a few hours later that Mare comes to collect Alg from his quarters, her skeletal frame wreathed in a beautiful silk scarf that covers her head like a hood and a flowing gossamer sundress that is see-through. A gift, perhaps.
Thorne is exploring a study that he has decided to claim as his own for lack of prior ownership and the fact that this space seemed to have been carved away for noble use anyways.
He looks up when Alg enters.
"Welcome to Court," he says.iloveyouDIE I SAID I WOULD START SOMETHING lets do this s**t
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 11:33 am
Alg had come to stripped of anything of comfort or importance. It didn't look like anyone had changed him, still in his pants and a shirt, but his jacket containing his books was gone. His phone. His watch. He was lucky to still be wearing his glasses, but the man would be no use to anyone stumbling into walls. There was a low burn of anger, confusion, to be so suddenly spirited off. His thumb rubbed idly over his rings that still remained on his hands. His wedding band and Jeremiah's signet stayed with him, whether overlooked or as a reminder, he wasn't sure. He hadn't been formally introduced to the silk draped fetch that guided him through the maze of rooms, but it became clear that even free of the trappings of a ball that this was the court. Further enforced when he was led to a study- someplace he at least found comfort in the sight of- and Thorne there waiting. The older man was clearly not pleased but he had agreed to whatever the other thought would help. "I suppose kidnapping is just the sort of manners they taught you." Alg was disgruntled, feeling vaguely naked without his layers, and his fingers fiddled against themselves as his mind raced through what this all meant for him.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 12:04 pm
"Old dog, new tricks," Thorne responded, staring up at the older gentleman, his arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes ghosted over the other, taking in the change of appearance. "At least you didn't wake up without any clothes at all."
Mare crossed the room, planting herself down on a chaise lounge that had been set in the corner of the room, a small but formidable pile of books growing beside it. With delicate care, she picked from the pile and began to read.
Thorne sighed and looked at Alg.
"Do you know what your role here is?" He asked Alg. "Rather, do you understand why I took you in the first place?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 7:29 pm
"No one needs to see that," He said very seriously. Being naked would be a detriment to everyone really. He watched Mare move, noted she had the same regality that Thorne had gained since having been taken. The books beside her made his fingers twitch idly. His books had been taken... "I assume this will make me stronger..." He watched Thorne carefully, very unsure what this meant for him, "Or you think it will. So why don't you tell me my role here?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 8:53 pm
Thorne didnt smile.
"Of course not," he said, "And it would be a terrible first impression anyways."
Mare switched a page in her book, one leg hooking at the ankle over the other. If she was listening in, she was very good at concealing it. Thorne glanced her way, considering, before turning his eyes back to Alg.
"It will," Thorne said, "But only in time. And I've condemned myself to make it happen, so let's hope for both our sakes this works." He pushed away from the desk but didn't bother to cross the distance to Alg.
"Your role here is for now uncertain," he said, "Nothing, really. But you could be something, if you want it badly enough. Until then, I want you to meet Mare."
Mare whuffled softly at this, looking up at Alg.
"Good evening, Serah Mercer," she said pleasantly, "We'll be well acquainted shortly, I'm sure. The Lord Alexander presides over this quarter of the Court, but in his absence I shall remain to see the rest of your regimen through."
She turned her eyes to Thorne.
"He smells very much like the inside of a library," she said thoughtfully.
"Yes," Thorne remarked mildly. "That's why from now until I say so, he won't read a single one. You're remarkedly good with the pen, Alg. Now it's time to see what you can do alone."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 11:49 am
"Good evening," His head bowed lightly in the direction of Mare, though the reference to Thorne as 'Lord Alexander' was a bit different. Is this what his taking by Melany had done? Did he now truly preside over some portion of this place? Restriction from books, from writing, it sent an instinctual anxiety through him. Did he need it to live? No. For sanity? Possibly. The older man had a hard time remembering things if he didn't write them down, had a hard time filtering his thoughts without the outlet of pen and paper. His mind worked fast, chaotic, and never stopped. "And am I calling you Lord Alexander now?" There was a deep tone to his voice, different than his usual pleasant sociability, a defensive displeasure.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 12:55 pm
Mare smiles at him pleasantly, her wraith-like fingers tangling with the hem of her dress. She sat delicately, watching and waiting, curious but patient enough to hold her silence. For now.
"God," Thorne said, his voice low and wry, "Don't ever call me that if you can help it. I've been trying to break Mare of the habit, but she's as stubborn as a mule."
"It's your title," Mare said, sounding foul and displeased at the dismissal of Thorne's name. "I cannot help that I respect you enough to call you by what's right."
She stood up, and Thorne glanced at her.
"Mare will also be in charge of your schedule for the time being," Thorne said mildly, eyes sliding to Alg, "When this is over, I'll have to call you a Lord."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 5:28 pm
Alg seemed to huff, an agitated exhale from his nostrils, eyes cutting again to Mare. So this was to make Alg something more then, just as Thorne said. Somehow he didn't feel any better. If the young man was leading by example he wondered what could be in store for him. Would he be given a Melany treatment? Hadn't that been how the other had learned, been honed and polished? Did that mean someone else, something else, was living as himself on the other side? That thought turned his stomach, sickened him, and he went pale at the realization. "Then-" his voice sounded strained, forced, "I suppose I'm at your disposal Mare." And Alg half bowed, proper as could be.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 5:58 pm
Thorne sighed out and pinched the bridge of his nose when Mare made a gleeful noise in the back of her throat, bounding over to Alg to curtsy. She was excited for manners, for the lack of them she found in Thorne.
"I look forward to working with you, Serah Mercer," she said with a positively generous air, "We have much to do together and discuss. Your schedule will start at 7AM with breakfast, after which we will convene in the west wing for a morning workout, and then..."
She went on and on, until the entire day had been outlined by her lilting voice, and with a hum she added, "And at the end of the day, I will have you teach me a single thing until I am pleased with it, and you will retire either to company with whoever you choose that is around, or to your quarters if you would much rather be alone." While it sounded exhausting - no books but certainly tasks that would require a quick mind, workouts that would make Alg physically strong if nothing else, and activities with Mare to sharpen his senses - there was no threat it in it. No promise of pain if he did not acquiesce or follow along.
Thorne was not Melany. He would turn Algernon into a noble, but through his own methods.
She offered him her bony hand and looked at Thorne.
"Is it alright that we take our leave?" She asked.
"One moment," Thorne said, and looked at Alg.
It was hard to stomach what he'd done, but for what it would produce...
Condemnation didn't taste any better, but at least it was a start.
"I'll be here periodically, if you want to talk, and sometimes to disrupt whatever it is she has you running laps around," he said, "I'm not your enemy, Algernon. I want you to save her. All of them."
He pushed away from the desk and followed as Mare led Alg out of the study and into the hall. He wrapped placed his hands on dual oak doors, their serpent carvings glittering all around him as he leaned out.
"Stay strong, remember what you're fighting for," he said. "I'll see you soon." iloveyouDIE we can wrap on your post? O v O <3
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 6:32 pm
Something about Mare drew him to her, the girlish child-like attitude, the enthusiasm and manners. But then he was reminded what she was and it ate at him, mildly disgusted him, and wondered if this too was a test. Would he further desensitized the to the darker sides of this place? Her schedule started at 7am, involved a workout, and after that he was lost. It was the the kind of thing the professor would write down. His fingers twitched. Thorne was only given a look, a flat sort of expression, a pale washed out dread combined with a determined granite sternness. He felt like he was supposed to be encouraged but Alg could only feel anxiety devouring his insides and as he took Mare's hand to be led away, a subtle gnawing of disgust.
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