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- Desiree Noelle - 04-28-2011 [html]
[html] Here it is! Backdated a teensy. It's somewhat rambly, I don't know what's going on toward the end. Desi's being... Desi. All in all, her meeting with the leader of Cour des Miracles the previous evening had gone well. He had granted Desi permission to roam freely about the territory in her quest to attain information, though she was not sure if that was because he knew her mother or if it was because he had known and worked closely beside her father. She had not pestered him for information that he did not freely offer at their first meeting, but she was hopeful that soon she would be able to arrange another meeting with more of an interview setting. In the meantime, she was making good on her time. She had retrieved her belongings after parting ways with Vigilante and found a place to sleep for the night within a little nearby town, in order to be up bright and early the following morning.
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really really sorry about the delay :c Strel rose from bed, not feeling Noss beside him, and simply stared out of the window in his small bedroom. His hand rested absently on the curtains he had made, feeling the fabric between his fingers as he watched the sun heat up the world slowly. It was not yet summer but he could feel the summer warmth coming along. It made him happy that the winter snows and chills would be a thing of the past and then the distant future. He did not want to feel the cold again, even though he was so young and it did not matter much to him. And he did now have a warm body to curl up to at night when the warmth was drained from the room. There was no heating in the hotel and a fire was only possible in the chimney rooms, like the living room and a couple of others, but they were few and far between. As Strel had come in the summer, he had chosen a cool room, with the sun rising in the window and cooler when the sun was on the leeward side. He did not notice the girl entering the hotel, but he did notice the rumblings of his belly. Maybe there was something salted left in the kitchen Alaine still kept up. Or maybe she had made something and he could snatch a bite from her. Even as he descended the stairs he heard someone moving around below him and a big smile grew on his face as he heard the floors creaking. But it did not come from the kitchen. Curious. As Strel rounded a corner, he saw that it was not Alaine. It was no one he knew, but she still seemed familiar, like he knew someone she was related to or had seen her once upon a time. She was dancing but she was c+ertainly no member here. What was she doing here? "What are you doing in here?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at the girl, woman, whatever, as he crossed his arms across his chest. "Who are you?" .sanctuary b {font-weight:bold; color:#b1f4ff; letter-spacing:.5px; } .sanctuaryooc {font-style:italic; padding: 10px 31px 5px 31px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#4f7eba;} .sanctuary p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 31px 5px 31px; margin:0px;} .sanctuary {margin:0 auto; width:420px; background-color:#001650; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... uary-2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 0px 0px 68px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#a1c5f1; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style> [/html] - Desiree Noelle - 05-27-2011 [html] It's okay. :3 WC: 339 How did she miss the man with the brilliant red hair as he came down the stairs? Surely the stairs had creaked; was she really that unobservant to have not heard them? Whatever the reason, his voice caused her to turn quickly to face him. She looked him over, wondering how long he had been a part of Cour des Miracles, while planning what to say to him. He was a few inches taller than she, mostly a tan color but for the shock of red hair. And for all she was certain she had not seen him prior to now, something about the man seemed very familiar.
- Strelein von Rosnete - 05-29-2011 [html] here you go, it's a bit short :C
Jacquez? This was a daugher of the one armed King of Cours? "Your father is Jacquez?" he asked in surprise. Honestly, the most surprising thing was that she knew he was her father. The fact he had children out of matehood was beyond unsurprising. Jacquez was not one to settle down and simply have a woman and kids. He was more of a flirtatious man with his seed spread wide. But Strel looked at this female with more interest than he had before. So who was this female? "I'm afraid he's not here anymore." Strel had been there when the power had shifted from Jacquez and to the current king, Vigilante. He had watched it all happen and he remembered it all. The reigns of the two had been different, and marked differently. And their ruling styles had been different, so different. "What do you know so far about your father?" asked the redheaded man, wondering what the young adult knew about the man. Hopefully it was not up to him to dash her dreams about him. He knew Jacquez enough to know his was not a fatherly personality. "And who was your mother? Had she lived here? Or did she live elsewhere? What did she tell you about him? About Cours?" Strel crossed his arms, hoping she would get her answers and be on her way. It was odd enough having Noss be here as a guest of the pack. Was Cours to be known as the place to take in loners briefly? .sanctuary b {font-weight:bold; color:#b1f4ff; letter-spacing:.5px; } .sanctuaryooc {font-style:italic; padding: 10px 31px 5px 31px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#4f7eba;} .sanctuary p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 31px 5px 31px; margin:0px;} .sanctuary {margin:0 auto; width:420px; background-color:#001650; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... uary-2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #052d61; padding: 0px 0px 68px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#a1c5f1; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style> [/html] |