Fae RP

Cariad · Post by **Cariad** » Fri Apr 07, 2006 8:29 pm

Emory worked his appreciative way through eggs, twirling his fork every now and then to spear a slippery mushroom. As the first blueberry flew, he leaned back languidly to watch what followed. Either our friend has suddenly developed a tremendous amount of tolerance, he thought as the scrambled eggs were transferred from Brodi back to Rychon’s person, Or his concentration has been taken up in something else. Wish I knew exactly where he’s coming from.

Acting so naturally as to seem utterly innocent, he continued on his breakfast, still leaning back, but when Rychon flicked her last blueberry, his fingers moved ever so slightly to send a cherry up in a graceful arc to add the finishing touch to her food fashion, landing on her head. Then as if nothing had happened, he picked up his glass. After a few moments more, Emory spoke up. “Jasmine, do you think the tactics of the Underground will change now that Tarnovas is dead?”

Rychon · Post by **Rychon** » Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:30 pm

((Well, I don't recommend going in the front door. Queequeg's a human? Yeah, only go through the front door if you want to cause an outburst, but knowing you I'm sure you'd enjoy it.
Btw, I like throwing out completely random stuff and making metaphors. Suits the character too. Over-simplified and skewed because Rych doesn't give a damn.

))

"Yeah, but I guess that Faery doesn't appreciate food fights," Said Rychon with a chuckle, oblivious to the cherry, though she vaguely felt it land. As she turned her head back to her food it rolled off, landing on her plate. Rychon promptly popped it into her mouth, contorting her face a little after she swallowed. "What kind of idiot puts salt on a cherry?" She mumbled absently before amusing herself with Emory's question.

"They'd better!" She laughed. "Ever heard the legend of Rome? When the king was killed, the whole place flew into chaos; the whole lot of 'em wanted to rule. Eventually though, royalty rose above 'em all and took the place over." Rychon twirled the stem of her cherry. "Well, I suppose it doesn't make for a very sound comparison. Anyone know what happened to the original ruling house?"

Voyd · Post by **Voyd** » Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:45 pm

After ignoring Rychons question in the hallway, Jasmine was slightly surprised at Emory's sudden question, and had to blink over it for a few minutes before answering. In the meantime, she picked up a plate of rasberries, blackberries and other assorted fruits and a small odd fork. Perching on a stool by the island in the middle of the room, Jasmine waved her fork around while speaking, frowning slightly.
"Perhaps. I know that there will now be quite a few factions quarelling, which will give the Underground chance to assert some form of control over the ensuing chaos. The problem will be; will they then become what they were, in essence, fighting against?"
She thought for a moment, eating a small piece of watermelon.
"I thought the 'folk tale' was that the ruler of Rome went insane, started a fire and watched Rome blaze while playing some sort of instrument or conducting. Interesting story, true or false." She shrugged, spearing a grape and popping it into her mouth.

((heeeeeee, I watched 'V for Vendetta' todaaay!!!

love love love that moviiieeee!!! ))

BoneSatellite · Post by **BoneSatellite** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 11:48 am

((Oh, yes I would enjoy that! 'Cept Queg must get inside first, so nobody knows he's there, and then start causing charos!

The armadillo, which by some animalistic perception that humans weren't capable of, squiggled across the ward-free section of grass that Emory had made. Queequeg paused to look at the mansion's architecture, then followed his pet in through the window. He found it shuffling languidly around the floor for food. Queequeg gave it a cracker to nibble on, then bent down to let it jump into his pocket when it'd finished. He dropped another cracker in for good measure.

Just then, the aroma of breakfast drifted under the door to his nose. He whistled loudly and dahsed into the hallway.

Rychon · Post by **Rychon** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 4:07 pm

Rychon paused over Jasmine's words and story for some time. It amused her that the Underground would take the situation so lightly, but stressing the point of how volitile the kingdom was would be a point for later discussion. Besides, the crazy Fae would have a fit. Instead, Rychon was about to dispute the tale of Rome when a loud whistle echoing through the halls sent a jolt of fear spine. A ghost! She thought, Or worse! He's alive!

"Oh Crumb!" She cried, dashing under the table. "That...that thing...that madman...he's here!"

BoneSatellite · Post by **BoneSatellite** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 5:04 pm

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Kelll · Post by **Kelll** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 5:20 pm

Xsan blinked, looking at Rychon, before she hid under the table, as if she was an idiot( *coughcoughcough*) and got up to look out into the hall way.
"What the hell are you?" He liked at the weird man as he dashed towards the diner (I dont know what you call it...dinning room, eatery eating room, man there so many names for so many places in a house you know?))

BoneSatellite · Post by **BoneSatellite** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 5:32 pm

((I'd just call it a dining room.))

Queequeg got onto his hands and knees and scrambled under Xsan's legs, then stood to observe the dining room. Stomach grumbling from not having eaten in a day, he zeroed in on the table, which was packed with food for breakfast ... then lowered his gaze and spotted Rychon. He uttered a loud, happy whitle of recognition and dove underthe table after her.

Rychon · Post by **Rychon** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 5:34 pm

"Get away from me you crazy idiot!" Yelled Rychon as she leapt out from under the table. For good measure she grabbed a chair and held it out in front of her. "You were dead! Stay dead next time, dammit!"

Anticipating the stares of her...comrades...she turned to face them, straining to calm down. "This weirdo is insane. He may seem like a harmless fool but he's dangerous--especially to those he likes, which is everyone."

BoneSatellite · Post by **BoneSatellite** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:24 pm

Queequeg popped out from under the table behind her, whistled happily, and ran forward for a hug.

Rychon · Post by **Rychon** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:52 pm

Rychon, seeing the mute charge at her and knowing full well that she wouldn't stop him with a chair, threw it aside, drew her dagger and held it out threateningly. "Touch me and you'll regret it, Fool."

Cariad · Post by **Cariad** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:52 pm

Emory had been distracted from answering either Rychon or Jasmine by a shiver in his mind, like a bell chime, telling him that something had passed through his wards. That was unusual enough, but when he reached out to see what it was, the impressions he received were too confused to comment on. These only made sense when he heard the whistle in the hallway.

He stood hastily when Rychon dived for cover, but was startled more by the intensity of her words. “When it comes to that, most of us are dangerous,” Emory said stepping between her and the bald man as he popped back up, eyeing him critically, “But I would feel happier if you took off your coat for a little while, whistler.” Remembering some of the things he’d pulled from that bulky garment, Emory wondered how he’d managed to survive his own carelessness for so long. He glanced over his shoulder. “Rychon, why exactly did you think he was dead?” Spotting the dagger, his eyes widened. "Life, what do you mean to do!"

BoneSatellite · Post by **BoneSatellite** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:59 pm

Queequeg balked from Rychon's dagger. It didn't look to him like he'd be getting a hug from her.

Then he saw Emory. He recognized the man from the group of prisoners he had helped free and jumped into Emory's arms.

Rychon · Post by **Rychon** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 7:01 pm

"He was a casualty in the fight for the castle," Said Rychon without skipping a beat. Lying came easy to her, and she felt much more at ease with someone between her and the crazy man. "It was just before I left. The lights cut out so I didn't see what happened, but the man had a knife in his back, and there was blood everywhere. But look! Not a scratch on him! Something's wrong with him, I'm sure of it."

Kelll · Post by **Kelll** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 7:02 pm

Helgin tackled the man.
"Good lord lady." He hissed at Rychon. "Put that thing away before you poke someones eyes out." Helgin hopped off of the little man.
"Sorry bout that, I wasn't sure if she was going to attack you, so I was more for helping you then her."

"jeez, couldn't walk around could you." Xsan said annoying looking at the whole shurade. "Todays just geting better...."

BoneSatellite · Post by **BoneSatellite** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 7:09 pm

Queequeg returned to his feet and took a hesitent step closer to Rychon. He reched into his pocket, took out a ketchup bottle, and squirted the ketchup out through the knife-slit to show her what had happened in the events she'd just described.

Kelll · Post by **Kelll** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 7:15 pm

Helgin looked over at Xsan

Xsan shurgged helplessly.

Rychon · Post by **Rychon** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 7:19 pm

Rychon said nothing to the mute, but acknowledged that killing him would not be as simple as she'd anticipated. Still, she took comfort in the fact that the others stood no chance of understanding and that the mute would stay silent.

Lowering the dagger reluctantly, Rychon shrugged as she walked back to the table, piling another egg and a pancake onto her plate. "A sharp point makes for a fine deterrent," She told them. "Don't worry so much."

Then she changed her mind about the food, and ran her hand through her hair. She'd had her fill of food and crazies, so Rychon walked off to take another bath, her second in two days. It was one thing to walk around covered in mud, but eggs were sticky and salt was irritating. She'd find new clothes on her own; a thief asks no permission, she said to herself.

Kelll · Post by **Kelll** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 7:22 pm

*repeats last post*

BoneSatellite · Post by **BoneSatellite** » Sat Apr 08, 2006 7:26 pm

Queequeg extracted an extendable arm from his coat and strethced it toward Rychon's back as she exited, plucking a stray peice of egg from her person. Ignorant of whatever her reaction was to this, he tasted the egg and hurried over to the table, dropping globs of egg into his hat.

An armadillo head stuck itself out of his pocket, sniffing the air. He fed it a peice of toast with egg on it, and it retreated. Satisfied, Queequeg sat down to pile his plate up with scrambled eggs, cinnimon toast, fruit-filled pancakes smeared in butter and syrup, and bacon.

He smiled at the others before tucking in.