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Post by Oliver on Nov 28, 2011 19:34:52 GMT -5
Oliver curiously raised his eye brown, looking to Iole then to the letter, then back to Iole and then Ren. "W'at ye mean? W'o is it for t'en?" Oliver resisted the urge to snatch the latter away and look it over for himself, but he kept himself restrained. "Ren, w'o in a'l t'e hells gave ye a latter for someone t'at's dead?"
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 19:37:04 GMT -5
"DEAD?!" shouted Ren in shock and took the letter back. "What do you mean my recipient's dead?" Ren rushed to Oliver and grabbed him by his collar. "Do you know what this means? I don't get any pay! How am I supposed to show up in that 'eternal city of rain', or whatever, and get my pay? I'm almost broke! Can't we resurrect her or Princess Iole there can pretend she's the Abyssal Princess! WHY?!"
Ren tried to reach out a hand to the chocobo being led by Iole. "My chocobo." He squeaked.
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Sigismund
Experienced Novice
My kingdom of Doma is very quiet now.
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Post by Sigismund on Nov 28, 2011 19:41:00 GMT -5
::Stefan seemed almost as disheartened as Iole as she made her leave and decided to take his frustration out on Ren, removing his grip from Oliver's collar and pushing him back::
Stefan: Who in the nine hells is the Abyssal Princess? And did you not see what you just did? I think you have more to worry about than your pay. You just gravely upset one of our party members.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 28, 2011 19:41:51 GMT -5
"Abyssal Princess?" Oliver muttered as Ren gave him a vigorous collar shaking. He whacked the Ren's arms away, "Ca'm down wi'l ye, makin me nervous." He glanced over to Gwen, "Ye know w'o he's f'ipping out over?"
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 28, 2011 19:43:58 GMT -5
Not a klue really. I have a number of aliases and titles myself but that isn't one of them. Someone fearsome for sure to earn a title like that. The only one that I kould think of would be... Oh...
::Her face fell as Iole's resentment suddenly made sense::
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 19:45:52 GMT -5
Ren pushed the small guy away from him with a shaky shove. "Don't go asking me. I have no idea who she is. All I got was this cloaked figure appeared in my room with some voodoo smoke of his and told me to find this princess. Hmm...'nine hells'?" Ren looked back to Oliver. "You have quite the new company every time I meet you, eh?"
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Post by Kerion on Nov 28, 2011 19:47:11 GMT -5
Jas: Can you tell us anything about the person that hired you. What he looked like, how he handled himself, way he spoke?
"You have an idea who it is?"
Jas: No, just need to know some things before making assumptions.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 28, 2011 19:50:05 GMT -5
"Yes, I 'ave unusual associates." Oliver stated, slightly coldly, he was beginning to get annoyed on how less then forthcoming Ren was being about the client that supposedly hired him to deliver a letter to someone dead.
"W'at Jas over t'ere said, who gave ye t'is letter an' w'y? Stop wit' t'ese b'oody games or maybe we'll t'row ye back out on t'e wing wit' t'at overgrown bird of yers."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 19:51:52 GMT -5
"He looked like a sewer rat breeded with a werewolf. Oh, and white fur with black nails!" replied Ren as he struggled to remember the cloaked figure. "Ring any bells?"
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Post by Oliver on Nov 28, 2011 19:56:12 GMT -5
"We'l we know w'oever it was, was 'ikely Burmecian." Oliver muttered out matter-of-factly as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "So Gwen, ye seemed to 'ave concluded w'o it was since Iole didn't want to speak of t'e person, w'o is it t'at t'is client wou'd t'ink t'ey'd be traveling wit' us an' is a'so likely associated wit'a Burmecian?"
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Post by Jas on Nov 28, 2011 19:58:20 GMT -5
::Jas froze as Ren made his description, now knowing full well who it was. He kept his body language from letting it tell the others he was worried.::
Kyran: You alright Jas? You've gone quite on us.
"I'm fine."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 19:59:07 GMT -5
"Oh, man..." whined Ren as he slumped back on the wall. "Mysterious cloaked smoking burmecian sends me to find a dead princess! What a cruel way to waste my time. Doesn't he know I have better things to do. Next time I see him, I'll teach him not to mess with me!"
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 28, 2011 19:59:12 GMT -5
::Gwen's eyes were genuinely sympathetic as she shook her head and folded her hands in front of her::
Not a Burmecian. I kan't be sure, but I believe Ren's klient was searching for Natalia.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 28, 2011 20:02:48 GMT -5
"Natalia?" Oliver was started to get a little weirded out by this revelation, he had heard the stories of her from Iole and others - she was one of the few who last saw his father before his death. With this and the tension now lingering in the air, he could only think of one thing to say, one person that should probably receive the letter.
"I t'ink Lillith needs to see t'is, I'm guessing."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 28, 2011 20:06:31 GMT -5
Ren propped up back ready to take the situation much more seriously. "Your friend, Iole, did she know this Natalia?" Ren was quite sympathetic. If he was in their shoes being reminded about a deceased comrade, he would feel pretty down as well. "I'm sorry for everyone's loss here. Seriously, I wasn't aware about this situation. But if ever my client wanted her to receive it, he would most likely be thinking that she's still alive."
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 29, 2011 2:52:59 GMT -5
::Gwen sighed::
I kan't see how that would make any sense. She's been dead for over ten years now. I was in her employ shortly before she died. Iole knew her better than anyone. She was Natalia's surrogate.
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Post by Iole on Nov 29, 2011 3:50:08 GMT -5
(OOC: For story purposes Loci, Iole's given Oliver very little information about her past with Natalia. She really hasn't spoken much about it to anyone) ::Meanwhile in the storage room Maria finished clearing the space for the Chocobo as Iole led her in:: Maria: There you go. Anything else you think she'll need? Um, food. But that can wait for a little. Sorry Maria but would you mind? I'd really like some time alone for a minute. Maria: My Uncle says it's healthier to talk to someone when you're upset. Go now and I promise not to tell your Uncle you haven't finished your homework. ::Maria turned pink and scurried from the room as quick as a blink. With her gone, Iole loosened the reins and leaned her back against a stack of crates, sinking to the floor as she did so. This business of someone looking for "The Abyssal Princess" really bothered her. Her Auntie had been dead for ten years now. And yet even in these times she had come across enough people who wanted some form of revenge for what she had done. And she'd found they weren't above trying to take that revenge on her. A single tear was all she allowed to fall down her cheek as she tried to remember the Natalia she had known, not the one the rest of the world thought they knew:: www.youtube.com/watch?v=v83gu2bvZfE::The kitchen of the manor could barely be seen as the woman in the long silk violet dress opened the door with the tall boyish young man behind her. He coughed and fanned the smoke away::
Kenny: Is there a fire in here?
::The woman waved her hand and all at once the smoke wafted out of existence, leaving only a little girl with flour and soot all over her face and dough tangled into her black hair. She bit her lip as her eyes started brimming with tears. When they saw the tray clenched tightly between her hands, and the batch of charred black would-have-been cookies still smoldering on it, she couldn't hold it back anymore. She dropped to her knees and began to sob::
Young Iole: I can't do anything right! I can't even make cookies for my big brother! What kind of little sister am I?!
Kenny: Don't cry Iole! I'm sure they're fine. Here,
::In a show of good will he tried to take a bite. It made a sharp crunch in his mouth and his face was overcome with instant revulsion. The woman was ready with a handkerchief for him to spit it out. She handed it back to him::
Natalia: Go throw it away outside. Iole and I need to speak for a moment.
::With him gone, she looked back down at the little girl still clutching the cookie holocaust::
Natalia: Alright, it was only one batch. Now calm down and tell me how you burned these when the stove wasn't even on.
Iole: ::sniff sniff:: I thought if I cooked them with my fire I could get them ready faster.
Natalia: You don't have that level of control yet. Go get some firewood for the stove and I'll see about your dough.
::The girl did as she was told, dumping the burnt cookies into the trash. As she gathered the logs she watched her Auntie take the bowl of dough she had made in one hand and use the wooden spoon to beat it into a far smoother texture. She marveled at the level of skill the woman possessed in it. Not one glob landed on her dress or her hair::
Iole: Wow Auntie. You can do anything!
Natalia: Well I've had hundreds of years to practice. That wasn't always the case.
Iole: Oh come on. You can cook, you can do more magic than anyone, you can fight, you can sing, you're beautiful, I've never seen you find anything you can't do.
::The woman smiled::
Natalia: Iole, have I ever told you what my name means.
Iole: Yeah, yeah, it means Abyssal Princess. It's the perfect name for you because it's dark and beautiful just like you. You've told me a hundred times!
Natalia: Well that's one translation for it. But when I was a girl it was more of a joke. You see in my world Lia means princess, and Nata can also mean nothing or void. At first it seemed that all I was fit for was caring for horses. Everyone else had such a low opinion of me that to them my name meant "The Nothing Princess", "Princess of Nothing", or "Worthless Princess". A girl that was of no worth to anyone.
Iole: No way... So what did you do?
::She stopped her mixing and began taking handfuls of dough and rolling them into balls, placing them on the tray::
Natalia: I decided to prove them wrong. I began to collect skills that I wanted to learn and I practiced hard at them each and every day until I perfected them. I started by becoming a master swordsman which also included learning to read and write better than anyone in my class. Then I learned riding, then I learned music, then a score of other things. Cooking was in there somewhere. And do you know what?
Iole: What?
Natalia: I stopped caring what everyone else thought. All that mattered was that I was proud of myself. That's a lesson you need to learn my Dear Little Girl.
Iole: Okay... Do you think I'll ever be as amazing as you?
Natalia: I'd wager that you'll be better one day.
::The girl tilted her head skeptically as she took the completed tray and went to slide it into the oven::
Iole: You think so?
Natalia: Has your Auntie ever lied to you?::Back in the present, her face now soaked in silent tears, Iole clenched her fist:: Yeah. You said you'd always be there for me.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 29, 2011 4:27:21 GMT -5
The chocobo watched Iole sit back on one of the cargo. The feathered creature slowly crept close to her and brushed its head against her tear-stained face. Somehow, its tender feathers wiped some of the cold tears rolling down her cheeks. It gave a little comforting purr of condolence as it lowered its head to meet her eyes with heartening blinks.
(OOC: That sure made me tear up.)
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Post by Iole on Nov 29, 2011 12:12:24 GMT -5
::Iole chuckled at the bird's affection and placed a hand on its head::
Thanks girl.
::She grinned remembering how that bird came to be on board::
Heh, you're like me. You had a family. A home. Probably a boring old life before he swooped in and took you away. Now you have no idea what you've landed yourself into.
::She thought for a moment::
That's right, we haven't given you a name yet. Doesn't look like you had one before either. I think I'll call you.... Plunder. How does that sound?
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 29, 2011 17:05:49 GMT -5
::Gwen scoffed at Oliver's suggestion::
Lilly? What would Lilly know that the rest of us don't? She's had no more kontakt with the woman than I have. Unless she's found a way to kommunikate with the dead I don't see how she kould be of any insight into this.
::She winked at him::
I think you place a little too much faith in her Little One.
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