Tea. Romance. Dreams. And Nightmares

Subject: Tea. Romance. Dreams. And Nightmares Sat May 30, 2009 1:40 am

I look over the brim of my glass at a maid who seems wholly intent on being in the way of my view of the garden. "I wonder, Marieana if you might move?" The woman bows and steps aside but I am not content with the space she's placed between her and my line of sight. I lift my free hand and wave her further. "More."
She steps to the right a bit more and finally I can see the gardenia trees framing the outside of the panes. I set my glass aside and glimpse the paper to my left where I prefer it. I do not need it. That is what servants are for. "Tell me about the Crest. Have any more fallen?"
Why does she nod like that? I associate many of her gestures with the gangly ugliness of an ostrich.
"Several in your absence. Among them A male--Illya, Male Chronus, Female Felimay. Male Vostal."
My brow perks at the list. "So many."
Another gangly nod. Should I perhaps invest in a neck brace for the woman? It doesn't seem her remarkably thin neck can support that oversized cranium. Very bird-like. "And Vostal is among them?" I remember the man. A prisoner who was charged with the murder of my father. I'm impressed he's once again escaped the penal system and make a note off the side of the newspaper to have him re-jailed at the earliest convenience. The Ebon guard are at my disposal; I might as well use the blasted things. "Who is most likely to be my preferred choice of capture from the chimera of that forsaken woman?"
Marieana is an odd thing and she plucks her way into my range of vision again much to my dismay. I watch her readjust the positioning of her arms near her sides much resembling the flap of a bird's wings and think once more of hiring a more aesthetically pleasing servant. Perhaps one with more grace? "Male Illya has fallen according to reports from the Ebons stationed for patrol through the trade district." She tells me. "And it is reported that Female Felimay is traveling and under close guard of a gentleman calling himself Elerin."
My memories remind me that this Elerin figure has inflicted many scars upon me in the past and I decide not to host poor manners in pursuing him at the top of my list. "Go on," I request and take another sip of the chilled tea I was served with breakfast.
"Perhaps Male Chronus or Male Vostal?"
My eyes move to the note on the paper and I scowl. "Vostal will not be my responsibility but yours, you will send Ebons to arrest him at once for his evasive maneuvers which have once again earned him freedom from Sagmal." I wonder if I should erect a wing specifically to hold the Houdini of Sagmal in one place longer than a week....
"Male Chronus then?"
I nod and flap her away from the window again. "Marieana move."
It irritates me that she fails to oblige. "Sir, you also had a visitor waiting at the gate for you."
I find myself wondering why she must block my vision in order to tell me this. "That's fine. Send them in at your disgression. Move."
She wobbles on a curtsy that is perhaps the most grotesque attempt at grace i've ever seen in my life and dismisses herself before she can do more damage to my opinion of her.

Posts : 19 Join date : 2009-05-31 Age : 36

He bows so stiffly it hurts his neck. He is, after all, a servant. To love the man before him as he enters the manor is to love himself in many ways and he is content with that idea. There are a lot of things that he wishes to do for this man. To be utterly useful he has killed many and injured many more. He bowed his head and dipped low at the waist saying nothing to the young woman who escorted him in. His duties up until now have been minor and he both adores and loathes the man he is sworn to serve. "My Lord," he said flatly, "I am your tool, use me as you desire and I shall bring to you success."

Subject: Re: Tea. Romance. Dreams. And Nightmares Tue Jun 02, 2009 10:49 am

I bring my eyes to the man who has entered the room and pride myself in owning such an exquisite piece of work. The Euphoric was my father's. I believe the late Sinclair called him "Yue". It of course doesn't matter much what he is called as a servant exists only to serve and can be nonchalantly titled as its master so pleases. I decide on whim that it's much too much energy to go about renaming the blasted thing and put an end to that train of thought entirely.
A taste of my tea entices and preoccupies my lips for a moment leaving only my eyes to communicate my thoughts in advance to the thing. "Good afternoon," I say when they are not otherwise engaged. "I see that you managed to find your way up from the cellar again." He is a bit bright isn't he? I look over his clothing with amusement. For father to have dressed such a thing in only the finest white silks and baubles from the market impresses a certain realization of his fondness for the creature to me even now. I think that for something such as a Euphoric to appear so grand to a shrewd like the man my father was before death would imply equal power. So then, Yue is as talented as he is finely dressed. Good. I have use for such a thing.
Plucking an item from the table before me I slide it into the awaiting hands of a maid and make gestures for her to pass it to the chimera. "You will bring me this abomination so that I can add its talents to my collection," I state with the power of finality. "Do this and perhaps we'll think about moving your quarters from the cellar to the storage rooms."

Posts : 19 Join date : 2009-05-31 Age : 36

This man is quite evil. Even a servant can see the shades of black in his master and Yue is very much aware. However, to serve is to follow unflateringly. He nods and bows himself away from the room taking side with the strange looking young woman who escorted him in to begin with. Her name eludes him but he is grateful to the countless hours of kindness she had devoted to his care throughout his life.
"I'll be leaving soon, please get my staff and book?"
Her nod is reassuring. She atleast knows the value of his words and flusters away to carry out a simple task. Without his weapons Yue is not permitted outside the grounds. Tonight promises to be treacherous.