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| Topic Started: Jul 4 2008, 09:11 PM (279 Views) | |
| Jasella Alcott | Jul 8 2008, 12:49 AM Post #16 |
 
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‘You’re a fool!’ Jasella’s head scream to shout it at him, to leap from her seat and (possibly stand on it) yell it at him. A multitude of other adjectives came to mind and she had a mind to spill every last one of them. She could feel it rising in her chest – the passion; beside it she could also feel the tact washing away with each of his words. She managed pulling her lips back and her cheeks as she blinked quickly at him. There was no form of respect. She was ill-prepared to beg; in fact she had no intention of it at all. His final words sliced into the truth of the matter and forced all of any control she had over her tongue absolutely away. “Have you any idea what allegiance your parents have – why you’ve so ignorantly continued to hold to a prejudice more than two hundred years old?” She challenged with a narrowing of her eyes. “You hold to a prejudice that endorses adultery!” She quipped tersely. “You’re great grandmother’s maid servant bore a child of Hood’s cousin while married to my Queen’s great grandfather Hansel. It was that out of wedlock child that bestowed this long surviving grudge that holds no weight in – nor place – you her court or yours.” Jasella’s words were honest and true, as well as bitter. “I don’t need your pity or your misplaced concern. I want you to lift the pardon.” She said sharply. “Tell me King White,” with that she shot to her feet. He towered over her, but she felt his equal – even in height. “Where is this wolf?! Where is he? A figment of your imagination perhaps!” She barked. “No one has seen this phantom wolf to who you owe your throne and life – he exists in legend alone. Summon him, prove to me and my people that a wolf saved your kingdom. I see no wolf – I see a man trying to live up to a name and shoes he can not fill. A story to fill that place befitting a wolf to make it all that much grander!” Her cheeks were flush with rage. “Take me to him – I will plead my case to this…this…” she began to pace as she finally threw her hands up, “this wolf!” |
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| Wendell White | Jul 8 2008, 02:00 AM Post #17 |
 
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“Have you any idea what allegiance your parents have – why you’ve so ignorantly continued to hold to a prejudice more than two hundred years old?” "And I suppose your allegiance to Queen Gretel stands on your own principle and not the Alcotts before you." He retorted, doing his best to retain his nobility, to retain his staunch posture and perfection underneath her harsh verbiage and tactless effort. He would justify his own belief--his own dedication to what came before him--if only because it was expected. Never did it occur to Wendell that maybe, by stepping out of the shadow of his ancestors and reforming the kingdom wholly, the allegiance with the 2nd Kingdom marking a first change of many, he would prove just how different he was as a ruler. But he was torn--torn between wanting to step outside the shadow and the desire to live up to the name and title he had been handed. Wendell was growing steadily annoyed with Jasella, the only indication was the darker, harder look in his eyes. He didn't do anger--he did annoyance, he did arrogance, he even did sympathy when the moment called for it. But in his range of emotions, anger wasn't usually there. This woman, however, pulled it deep from inside of him and tugged it forward with her tight grip, giving no notice to how it would effect Wendell or even herself. Wendell tipped his chin downward as she went on, questioning him in ways he hadn't fathomed a woman could--questioning his decisions, his declaration...his trust even. "Stop." He said sharply, eyes boring into her's as the anger only grew, reaching a point Wendell didn't even know he could reach. "I don't care who you are, Marquis--I don't care who you serve nor what power you seem to believe you have...I simply don't care. You came here with the intention of gaining military support for your land, an allegiance I am more than willing to establish if only to protect the 2nd kingdom. I imagine it's more than well known to you that working as a whole--as more than just nine separate entities--is what will keep all of us alive. And if it that isn't obvious to you then I only question the queen's appointment of woman of your intelligence." He told her harshly, his poise before ebbing away as he let the anger take over. His cheeks flushed red too, blood rushing past his own ears--it was a feeling he hadn't quite felt to his magnitude. "I will not stand for this in my castle--take a look around, please. You are not in your own kingdom therefore whatever it is the queen allows you to say, whatever insubordinate ways she accepts, will not be tolerated elsewhere, especially not here. I don't care what you want nor do I care how you insult me. I will not lift the pardon." Wendell said defiantly, leaning forward slightly as if he was challenging her the way she had been him. "Fine." Wendell said sharply, his mouth moving before he had the chance to consider what she was asking. "If that is what it'll take to shut you up and get you to accept our help without further question, then I will deliver. You want to meet the wolf--fine. I will arrange it." Wendell told her with the utmost seriousness, further challenging her to question his agreement. |
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| Dexter Murphy | Jul 8 2008, 02:36 AM Post #18 |
 
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Dex was lolly gagging. He was a fairy - flighty by nature; but sophisticated too. It was raised voices that drew his attention. He had come on a diplomatic mission on behalf of his own king. He had not yet met with King Wendell - but he knew the time would come. Fairies had abnormally long lives and therefore he figured he had time, plenty of time to spare. He had been watching from the above balcony as people slipped on a particularlay slick spot of wax on the floor - he warned them each time from above but they didn't listen. Every single one had blown him off with something along the lines of 'Pfffft, Fairies!" and then promptly slipped. "Oh dear, look at the smear - you nearly fell on your rear." He would chant and snicker each time. His laughter was fair and justified, he could leave with a clear consious - he'd warned them. But after getting bored with that he moved on to the sound of raised voices. "Hmm, no good." He mumbled as he peeked through the open door to see the king and the marquis nearly nose to nose. He smiled broadly at them - neither of which noticed him. He knew the marquis as he had visited her land too. He laughed a little even as he slipped into the room silently along the shadows. "Now." Jasella had growled. "Tsk, tsk; my young brave and bold nobles." He said happily skirting around the table. "Might I help?" He winged back around and came near them before plucking an apple out of a small fruit bowl on a table off to the side. He tossed it around and suddenly it became two apples, which he began to juggle - then three. He tossed one to Tony, one to Jasella and one to Wendell. "The fair Jasella wishes for a vacation to see the wolf." He said looking at them. "He exists - I assure you. I have seen him." Dex told her with a light hearted nod. "Though I do wish to see this magical 10th Kingdom. I fear he's traveled there my dearest Jasella. Though, though a vacation your majesty - brief as it may be to see out the wolf and his expectant bride I think is in order. Fear not, the balding yet valiant father of the lottie will be a fair guide. Straight and true - it should take no time at all for me and you." He pointed at the three occupants of the room. |
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| Belle Copeland | Jul 8 2008, 03:09 AM Post #19 |
 
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It had taken a moment for Belle to remember just where their room was, as usual not having near the assistance she had whenever Jasella was around. It was a natural part of life, one she expected, but when you were lost in a foreign castle with one of only two dresses you own potentially stained by some buffoon, a hint of where you're at could always be helpful. But she had found it with time and slipped out of her soiled dress, laying it out on a nearby table before removing some of Jasella's clothing from the large wardrobe along the wall. It was a tighter fit than she was used to and she had to spend a few extra minutes messing with the corset she wore under her clothing to make it fit as the Marquis was smaller than she was but it finally went on easily, leaving Belle herself rather hard for breath as her ribs seemed to be crushed in. From a large basin, she wet a cloth, wringing out the extra water. There was no place nearby to replace her dress if it was ruined and there was no way she would go through this torture of having to wear Jasella's clothing again and so she had to do something to try and make sure the wine didn't settle into a stain on the blue skirt. She scrubbed hard at it until the skirt was soaked through and then laid it out flat until the worker's of the castle came to collect the laundry, taking that extra minute to write out a note specifying just how she thought it to be washed. Just because one was a maidservant didn't mean they didn't have standards and she had to make sure that these people knew how to meet hers. Slowly she began to make her way back through the halls, trying to not let her off sense of direction coming up her throw her off again on the way back. Belle soon discovered that that was not something for her to worry about as Jasella's voice came into the halls and she stopped for a moment and frowned. Jasella was smart, strong, but sometimes it felt like she couldn't leave her side for two minutes. Belle picked up her pace, moving as fast as she could in her uncomfortable clothing, listening to every word she was yelling knowing that if she could hear it, the rest of the people inside at the moment could too. Not to mention the damage she could be doing... "Oh, shut up, shut up, shut up..." She started to mutter. "For the love, Jasella, please shut up..." Finally reaching the room, she stopped for only a second to make sure she looked put together after her rush down here and straightening her hair down over her ears once more and walked in, quietly at first until she was at Jasella's side. "What should take no time?" She asked, knowing full well the answer as she turned her eyes toward Jasella and lowered them angrily for a moment before her turning back to the room, taking a moment to nod in polite greeting to the newest member of the room. |
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| Wendell White | Jul 8 2008, 03:29 AM Post #20 |
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The moment Dex had began to speak, Wendell jerked out his rage and immediately began to tug at the sleeves of his jacket, straightening them to suit the picture perfect persona he normally held--one that Jasella had destroyed with a few choice words. He loathed her for it--not disliked, not hated...but truly loathed. But all that disappeared as he reached up and smooth down his hair, afraid it had gotten wild in the heat of the moment. A smile crossed his face as he glanced towards Jasella with a smug sort of look in his eyes. He gave a gentle, half-bow towards Dex a moment later. "I thank you, duke. Your assurance only warms me so." Wendell said with certain amount of honesty that couldn't be determined as real or a facade. Wendell himself wasn't sure--he couldn't remember having such humbleness about him in the past therefore the possibility of it being real right then was foreign to even him. He had, however, hoped his welcoming to the Duke of the 7th Kingdom was more dignified than his shouting had been. But Wendell would dwell on that much later--right then he had more company, worthier and more respected company than he figured Jasella Alcott had proved to be. "Proving both the existence of a noble wolf and a planned visit to a kingdom beyond the nine--I suggest not, though. As brief as you suggest it, duke, I don't imagine we would be warmly welcomed nor that you would enjoy such a place. It's foul and the smell is worse than the farthest corners of 3rd Kingdom." Wendell smoothed out the front of his jacket absentmindedly as he looked between Jasella, Belle, Tony, and Dex. He paused for the moment before heaving a soft sigh. "I can show you what you like--whatever that maybe be--but I cannot promise that you'll get whatever you seek. Marquis--I think we've already settled our argument here. If the duke's word is not enough, as I don't think it should be discarded as readily as I'm sure you will do, then I will bring Wolf to you or you to Wolf--but only if I must. Beyond such, I don't think there is much else in question for both of us. Duke--if you will allow it--" Wendell's eyes strayed from Jasella only in that moment, a certain harshness his words directed solely in reference to her earlier. "I can call upon a servant to show you to your room before we discuss anything beyond the matters of noble wolves." |
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| Jasella Alcott | Jul 8 2008, 04:03 AM Post #21 |
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Both of her eyebrows shot up, this time in surprise. She was staring at Wendell - annoyed by the Duke who automatically sided with Wendell. They all automatically sided with him. They had no idea what it was like to live with wolves on a daily basis. The murdered little children, terrorized flocks, and simply created chaos. Perhaps one worked on some other mentality - but in packs they acted like little more than animal-gangs who killed order and over all independence as well as safety. They had no idea - she wished for one second she could take that stupid elf by his pointy fun loving ear and bring him back to her kingdom now while Gretel fought in the field. She would gladly through Wendell to the wolves herself if he's just stop pulling on his cuffs to make himself look bolder or more prideful - like he needed that. In fact he could use a few steps away from pride. That too she could teach him, in fact it was the only thing that had her smiling in that moment. "I'm not afraid of smell, nor am I afraid of wolves - or to see that this one exists." She turned to the duke and gave a short bow. "Our travel to the 10th Kingdom to see this wolf everyone talks about." He eyes were fixed on Wendell as she said it, her chin raised and proper. It was in that which her challenge still lie, she would not stand down. Proof was now necessary and though in fact the Duke had sided with Wendell he too sided with her to travel to see this wolf and that was enough. She wanted so badly to hit him as her train of thought was cut short and she was forced to take in that he had called them 'noble'. She felt her teeth grind in the back of her head. It was even on her tongue to launch into exactly how noble they were when she saw her father eviscerated by one - but Belle's hand on her wrist stopped her. It was a movement almost no one saw; even still she opened her mouth to say it - but her voice caught in her throat and she thought better of it. A please and coy smile passed her face as she gave a bow to Wendell. "We accept your military aid your highness. Now I think it's become evident I'm not a patient creature - nor do I dismiss the Duke's words but it sounded to me like he opted to go on this misbegotten adventure. So whatever are we waiting for - show me." The only indication that she felt anything at all was the narrowing of her eyes ever so slightly beyond the prim and proper - if not entirely artificial - voice she'd put on. |
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