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| Mezeryn | May 7 2016, 12:07 AM Post #1 |
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From the shadows... DOOM
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Family disownment is a relatively tragic, but usually hushed, dealing in the majority of its occurrences. It's a thing of rivalry, and hatred, sparking conflicts involving feudal murder, hushed assassinations, and... sometimes things darker. As you ascend the echelons of high nobility, the publicity and media-attentive newspaper outlets of the British Isles bludgeon the truth of it into bitter submission and then hoist it, unconscious, into some shaded chamber or alleyway to pretty up the bruises with makeup and superfluity, before parading it around in headlines that nary tell the original story at all. This is an unfortunate truth, as the eldest, eccentric son of the renowned Arsteaux family, knows all too well. ======= Rap Rap Rap Rap "Father! Sul's gone missing again!" A childish female voice reverberates through the thick mahogany doors barring access to a massive study situated on the far side of a lofty library. "Pa?! He's gone and mother's crying!!" A hunkered, short man, obviously beleaguered at the interruption to his work fumbles at his telescopic spectacles, tugging them off his head by the elastic fastening around his balding cranium. He clambers away from his desk, a similar wooden make to the door and covered in various powders and salves, trudging his way to fumble with the six intricate locks protecting his work. Behind the door, Mulvia Arsteaux takes a few polite steps backward and clasps her hands behind her patiently, quite familiar with the thirty or so seconds unlocking the ordeal of a door in front of her required. As it swings open just enough for her father to snake his way through and shut behind him, she curtsies lightly. A moment passes as the man, aged mid-50's but seemingly much older, scrutinized his daughter - whose eyes never left his dusty leather shoes. "Father, Sul's sneaking about and - and you know, pa, how -" "Stand straight." A pause, and the young girl pushes her shoulders back. "Clear your throat." An Ahem, mostly theatrical, escapes her. Adorable. "I take it your mother is plagued again by her anxiety? And your brother is the culprit?" "Yes, father." "Go to your room." "Yes, father." Mulvia turns curtly, and scurries off twixt the towering bookcases of the library, disappearing from her father's sight. Edited by Mezeryn, May 7 2016, 12:08 AM.
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Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana! DLC Vyrrin Combat Rolls Siegmund 'Fighter' - Lv 2 Character Tekteks that one weird character dress-up thing Jak showed everybody (has anybody else gotten the image files working?)
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| Mezeryn | May 8 2016, 03:36 AM Post #2 |
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From the shadows... DOOM
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Reeling from the second of two blows, a lithe, nearly malnourished figure is able to disengage his aggressor with a frantic barefoot scurrying. The hard stone floor, an aggregate of dustmites and streaks of human fluid, scrapes at his knees in his recovery, and he just manages to curve downward enough to avoid the terrifying arch of a particularly ornate brass club; its head was the visage of a martyr with its mouth agape, eyes widened to extremes and unfocused as it let out its imaginary screams. The weapon smashes into the wall over Sulvain's head, reverberating a nauseating clang. "Where's your petty sardonic wit now, gnat? You used to be so argumentative..." The towering masked man advances, dressed wholly in strands of black lace over a finely softened cloth. It gave off the image of robes, an adornment common in nobility that tended not to know exactly what to think of their stature. A pervasive quiet spread. The room was slightly rectangular, and tall enough that the dim lighting couldn't quite stretch its fingers up to the obscured ceiling. Windowless as well, it was a flickering electric light threaded at about head level. "So ready to condescend to your uncle, prithee, where might that trifle have gone?" He stabs the club into the wall tauntingly, creating another resounding clang. "Or is your father right? Have you really clipped the shoreline of sanity? Whereto end are you a gamble for?" He chuckles, a thick gurgle from behind his smoke-ridden lungs. "Didn't turn out the way you wanted it to, did it?" The lithe figure rasps out, still cornered against the far wall and a meager shadow to the nobility flowing in his blood. His head snaps to the side as the club strikes it, sending him reeling to the floor behind another gurgling chuckle, Heheheh. "There 'tis. Couldn't keep your mouth where it belongs after all." Sulvain's steward nudges his motionless body with his boot, and turns away. |
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