Ione
[The doggen cowered back as I my fist came down on my
father’s desk, the rush of air sending papers scattering like leaves on a
breeze. My growl echoes in the expansive study, sending the meeker ones
scrambling out the heavy oak door. Contracts and blueprints, permits and
designers. Money and time spent in
infuriating limbo in the sterile office belonging to Havers at the clinic and
not a sign of Vishous. My temper flared and my hand shot across the desk,
sending a crystal decanter flying into the far wall and exploding like a
gunshot. Useless. Wasted. Perhaps this was not the way to the warrior that
plagued my thoughts. But, I would find one.]
Zypher
-Stepping from the void of nothingness as both bastards
materialized at the end of the drive, Zypher looked to the home of Ione. and
nodded as he felt more than heard Throe materialize behind him- this is
it...this is where Vishous brought the little princess...this is where she
threw herself at his head. -He did not stop the nasty smirk- Throe
Throe
Materializing next to Zypher on the cobbled drive he was
feeling wary at being in this neighborhood. Once, very long ago all this finery
had been common place. Manicured lawns, spectacular architecture.. now it was
just whitewash over the corruption that lie just beneath the surface. The
aristocracy gave him hives.-
Zypher
-Sensing Throe's apprehension, he said nothing as he headed
boldly down the drive, not bothering to conceal their presence. If this worked there
would be no need to hide, the Band of Bastards would have an open alliance with
the Glymera and thus..could take the throne. -Glancing over his shoulder
briefly before he raised his fist to knock, he mumbled under his breath- smile
ya bastard..these are your people. -He grinned as he knocked, knowing that
would get a rise out of his fellow soldier-
Throe
-Following behind as it appeared the direct approach was
Zypher's way of making contact. Shaking his head, at the arrogance of his
comrade knowing they were so not going to be welcomed was visiting royalty,
more like common vagrants which they more closely resembled in their fighting gear. Standing tall regardless and willing to let Zypher make his play in his own way, unless things went south.-
Ione
[railing until my frustration is spent, I screech at a brave
doggen that had withstood the onslaught of my fury, pointing to the pool of
shards on the floor] Clean that up and bring me another decanter. With a glass.
[Watching him slink away to do as I’d bade, I hear the sharp rap from the
entry, followed by the ratlike scurry of a doggen toward the door. “The
mistress is indisposed….I understand but… yes, yes of course. Friends of the
departed Master Donall are indeed welcomed here…” I rolled my eyes and smoothed
the stray locks that had come free from their pins during my rampage, taking a
seat in the oversized leather chair. “Mistress Ione? Two gentlemales have
arrived, bearing condolences at your father’s loss.” Oh, for…] Send them in.
