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- Tokyo Chance - 10-08-2009 [html]
- Cercelee - 10-20-2009 [html] Sorry for the wait! Backdating is fine!
The call that Cercelee had been waiting for finally sounded, and reluctantly she rose to answer it. Throwing back her head, she answered, her message stating that soon they would be face to face and that whatever issue needed to be addressed would be. Cercelee already knew the issue as she set out, and with a start realized that Tokyo’s den was not so very far from her own. In lupus form she made good time, and it was hardly enough time to get back into character. She recalled the day she had come upon Princess, so distraught, and the pleading and begging of the girl. She recalled the story they had conjured and then the role she had assumed. As if it were not all an act Cercelee had adopted an authoritative voice, and commanded the girl to leave and had bid her to gather her stuff before the chance was lost to her. In a “thank-you” that Cercelee would soon not forget the girl had acted her own part and stormed off, leaving the Rosea to wait for the day the girl’s mother came calling.
The day had finally come and Cercelee arrived merely moments after the original summon. Dipping her head only slightly at the female, Cercelee sized her up all the while her face was warm, pleasant, a perfect mask. Always Cercelee knew how to wear a mask, but playing the part was a more difficult task. As her navy eyes, so quickly, looked over the women she had seen only briefly before, she recalled the words of Princess once more. The accusation of the past wrong doings on the part of the mother, and Cercelee pushed them from her mind. It was none of her concern now, for Tokyo had done nothing while in Dahlia de Mai that Cercelee knew about, and so when Cercelee addressed the Mai it was with a respectful and welcoming tone. “Greetings, how are you on this day?” Introductions were unnecessary, and Cercelee knew it, and she guessed (or rather hoped) this women would get straight to the point of the matter, acting a part was tiring work and not a job Cercelee wish to take part in longer than she had to. [/html] - Tokyo Chance - 11-06-2009 [html]
- Cercelee - 11-19-2009 [html] Sorry for such a weird post, and also to make you wait so long for such a weird post.
Thankfully Toyko did get straight to the point and Cercelee did not have to keep her practiced speech on hold. Navy eyes were sympathetic, genuinely, for despite the unhappy words that Princess had spoken about her mother, Toyko had to care a little. The girl’s absence had not gone unnoticed. Cercelee did not mind holding her emotions from others, becoming an unreadable statue, but she did not like outwardly deceiving others. Nor did she like letting them down, and she wouldn’t let Princess down. Though her emotions were torn, Cercelee played the part flawlessly. “I must apologize for not coming to you sooner, you see…” A pause, and she tried to read the female’s face. Did Toyko suspect anything? Would she be angry? Did it matter? Deep breath and then jump in.
“Your daughter-- Princes-- has been banned from Dahlia de Mai.” Her words were definite, her voice steady and strong, as if her decision was final. And it was, as far as Cercelee was concerned, Princess has joined the ranks of Svara and Firefly, an outcast, unwelcome in her lands. The only difference was that Cercelee truly like Princess. And though Cercelee spoke in a no questions asked way, an explanation was due, because she knew that if one was not provided then she had not tied up all the loose ends. “She was stealing. From me actually. On several occasions. I gave her several chances but…” Cercelee shrugged helplessly, unwilling to say that Princess had failed, or perhaps Toyko had, and that once a thief, always a thief and thief were unwelcome. “I‘m sorry.” As she spoke, she almost forgot that she was just pretending, and it was startling to feel the role she played come to life so naturally. [/html] - Tokyo Chance - 12-31-2009 [html] Stealing? Or more accurately to express the source of Tokyo's indignation, caught stealing? Princess knew better than that! She had always seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, and Tokyo had tried to teach her the important things in life, like how to get away with shit like this... And she should have weighed the risks better! Stealing from the leader, more than once after being caught.. That was just, so amazingly foolish that Tokyo could barely even believe the words that she was hearing. Her sense of professionalism was wounded, too. She had taught Princess her entire life how to avoid situations like his, and now she had failed in such a massive way that the young girl had been expelled from her pack. From her mother's pack. From her mother's den, from her mother's side, from her mother's love and attention and guidance.. No matter what part she unknowingly played in driving her daughter away, Tokyo's grief-stricken expression was unfeigned. "It's.. okay." Automatic response to the apology, then a realization of what she just said, and a short, bitter laugh. "Well, it's not, really, but.. You had to do what you had to do for the pack. I'm sorry that she was stealing from you. I didn't know that it was happening. I wish I had.." A bit of reproach slipped into her voice, inappropriate though she knew it was to direct at your leader. "I might have been able to talk some sense into her." The unspoken "but now it's too late" hung in the air. Honestly though, there really wasn't much more to be said on the matter. Even the possible guilt Tokyo's words might have inspired in the leader only held a faint bitter charm. She turned away, and slowly padded away from the white female. |