Four Weddings & A Funeral [Andavariel]

Maddyn · January 29, 2005, 05:25 PM

Waking up as dawn slowly started to rbring light across the little town of Frigid River, the light stung at the Dragons eyes where she sat there. Far too bright really for this time of day, which really was rather the point of things when you got right down to it. Andavariel though was having the same kind of perturbing luck or misfortune as everyone else who'd entered the Kaldres House was to experience this brightening. Her surroundings had changed along with a dreadful suspicion of too many candlemarks not accounted for and a deeper one that it was all too likely she'd been concious for a few of those.

It was in one of the places Andavariel had yet to be within, the backyard of the Gnome Eimile McPhearsons own personal workshop. There was junk absolutely everywhere, the biggest problem really did seem to be finding room for plants to grow as odd wooden carvings that hurt the eyes lay about. Big metal boxes, wires and pipes everywhere as if someone had given a child a 'Plumbing in 10 Easy to Do Steps' and then decided to drink a couple dozen bottles of wine on the way. Which curiously enough was something Andavariel could see about her, propped up periodically on the junk...

...but every now and a again, a faint fizzle or the sound of discharging elecritricity could be heard.

Andavariel though had changed, for one thing it was the kind of thing people realised when the body you'd gone to sleep in wasn't the body you'd wakened in. She'd shapeshifted again some time in her sleep, or perhaps the candlemarks where she'd been unable to recount her own actions. A lingering taste of red wine in her mouth though really wasn't helping the situation at all.

No longer was she wearing the form of an adult though, but that of a child. The kind of child adults just have to fawn over and pinch their cheeks, much to their own charign. She probably wasn't any more than ten patterns old as she was now, and looked remarkably like a porcelain doll considering such perfection just didn't seem right when seen on a person. Her skin was deathly pale, literally a perfect white and not the kind one finds on an Esh'lahier or a corpse - but rather extremely good parchment. Slender as an Elf, her eyes were perhaps that little bit too large and adorable purple eyes framed by dark lashed. A little button nose, tiny pouting lips that were far too red. The look finished off by raven black wavy hair that went to her shoulders but started to curl into ringlets past jaw length. Her garb too had changed, perfect little blue slippers with long white stockings. A black dress that ended at mid thigh with a white kirtle in front. Both her hands bore white gloves and a silver tiara lay within her hair along with a little red rose behind her pointed right ear that hadn't bloomed yet.

OOC:
Invite Only.

Cheers, Maddyn

Andavariel · January 29, 2005, 07:20 PM

I don't like wine. I really don't like wine. Urgh. This is dreadful, that artful little hussy got WINE all over my clothes! were the thoughts of Anda, as she sat up slowly. She didn't immediately notice the changes in herself, although her body ached slightly like it sometimes did.

She looked around, those purple eyes of hers stoic and calm as she surveyed the wreckage, and observed what was around here. She felt different. Much lighter. Had she decided to change bodies again? She wasn't entirely sure, but it was time to be finding something out, that was for sure. And nothing ever got found out by sitting around and doing nothing.

She stood up, unmindful of dignity or modesty, unmindful of her 'adorable clothing' at all. Then she promptly overbalanced and fell down again, with a flurry of swear words that no one her size ought to know. Unless they were a gnome. They would probably know some swear words.

But probably not ones a dragon would use.

NOW the Dragon took stock of her new shape, and began to feel extremely foolish. She had never, in all her long years, taken the form of a a young mortal. She had been a dwarf once, she thought, and possibly a fae, but never ever a child. She did not try scrambling to her feet again.

She had no idea how to act as a child. Whatever had been going on in the past few candlemarks; she would be better off facing it as herself rather than some.....child.

So she shut her eyes, and began attempting to change. Looking inward for the natural rhythm of her body, and pressuring there and holding here with the image of Andavariel in her mind.

She did not have much success. Evidently her energy was all used up at present; a strange thing for it had never happened before. Never so restricted before, she let forth a torrent of very unbecoming swear words. She did get up now, and marched round workshop fuming and kicking various things in what could only be described of as a childish rage.

To be honest, though she did not know it, any dragon would get on better as a spoiled child than an adult. Most skykin were used to getting their way, in one fashion or another. Extremely self-centred, and lacking in empathy except for dragons still in the egg; most dragons would have raged when confronted with a similarly constricted situation.

Maddyn · January 30, 2005, 10:07 PM

It really was a pretty good effect of a childish tantrum that Andavariel worked up, especially considering the Gnomish Sorceror had about the same caring of physics as your average Jorelite did for the Articles of the Imperium. Everything was stacked up haphazardly, the center of balances each time miraculously pinpointed and weighed so that the faintest direct shift caused everything to come crashing down around Andavariel. Steel and iron rang against each other as the workshop literally started to collapse, breaking wood and a few pieces of glass and ceramic being added to the effect.

An elaboratly painted plate rolled by on it's edge to rest right before Andavariel, rattling until it set.
On the other edge of the pile, a metal rimmed cart wheel seemed to have spontaniously exploded and was currently about twenty metres higher than ground level and rising steadily with each second.

The back door of the workshop opened up to reveal a little Gnome no bigger than six inches on a good brigthening and with big shoes. Eimile was a little fellow currently covered in blue and green tattoo's and frizzy orange hair in dreadlocks, a purple and green kilt about his waist and a ratskin cape draped elegantly across his shoulders. "What being the great big ruckus out here eh!?" he exclaimed with a voice far larger than one that small should've been able to muster as he scowled about until he caught sight of Andavariel there.

Immediately the little Gnome's mannerisms changed as he bowed low and gave the child a hopeful looking smile. "Oh, you're up then Mi'Lady... so you're right to go along with what we agreed? Aye?" he queried, wriggling his eyebrows up and down in a rather distressing manner. "You know... the deal where we get to make the Lady Ameilia happy again... " he elaborated...

... and memories strove to unlock. Not that of Andavariels past, that was contained by barriers that Dallandra hadn't been able to prod and poke until they'd opened. Really the Bronze Dragon was the kind of enigma that would've given ehr adopted Father Rubeus Khalon a severe case of irritation and a tendency to sit in the bath until an answer came to him. Generally that took months, but when you were as old as Rubeus getting prune skin was generally considered an improvement. No, this was the unlocking... slowly... of the events after Cassidy had thrown wine over Andavariel and accounting for those candlemarks where she'd been concious but acting as a Marionette upon Dallandra's strings.

Literally as she was about to find out.

They were nestled in the corner of a seedy looking place, thick smoke coyed about the air and there was a beautiful voice at the front of the room hidden from sight by the various admirers. The voice was Elvish, familar to Andavariel and that of the Lady Al'lende... abliet she was singing a rather impressive song about Gold. All alone at the table was two children and a little Faerie Boy sitting there without anyone causing them a moments fuss. Anyone who glanced their way would've seen a dresser as they were cloaked within a concealing Illusion of the other child's making.

Andavariel was there within her current garb with a backpack next to her and a tall glass of lemonade with a wooden straw in it. The bag lay open revealing a Schola uniform along with a few clay tablets and the like. Her other companions though were the troublemakers of this little debacle.

Willow de Wisp lying there on the table to stare up at the roof with a cheesy grin. A Faerie Boy of about six inches in height with bronzed skin and a penchant for considering clothes optional. Only a little cloth wrap about his hips was worn at Dallandra's insistance and a bead necklace about his neck. His hair was dark brown and generally messy with lively, overlarge dark green eyes filled with untold mischief. Behind one of his ears was a rose that hadn't bloomed yet just like the one Andavariel wore currently.

"You know Dalla and Andy, she's actually not that bad at singing... or drinking... but... you are being unfair you know. She's completely nekkid!" Willow exclaimed pointedly.

Dallandra though smiled, tsking underneath her breath as her own glass of lemondade lay untouched before her. An Elfish girl of about the same age as the appearance Andavariel currently occupied, like Andy she had the same surreal 'perfect' features like she shoud've been placed on a shelf and admired rather than being a real little girl. Pale skin that mimic'd Andavariel's own, grey eyes and long wavy dark brown hair that was plaited carefully. Behind her ear too was a rose that hadn't bloomed. Her clothing too was similar to the garb Andavariel wore, a black dress that ended at midthigh with white stockings and slippers. But she didn't wear any gloves, instead her fingers were waving in the air at a series of five little Marionette's right before them.

Each one seemed wooden, but the strings that were used were pure Psionics.

There was Cassidy, Pirvan, Lliae, Andrea and Andavariel all there moving about and dancing on the tabletops.

"No, this is different Willow... look, she's wearing clothes it's just that they're a little... well, what Father calls 'Inappropriate' like when you don't wear anything at all and he tells you off so. Just give it a little longer, and then things'll really get interesting... Pirvan's not much better off anyway and Andrea and Lliae have their own problems..." she mused in a childish voice before glancing at Andavariel. "I am sorry though, I hadn't thought you'd be there... just those other four. You'll remember everything when I'm done Andy and you'll know a little more about Home... anyway, you'd probably kill me if you were up there dancing with Miss Cassy."

Andavariel · February 1, 2005, 04:12 PM

She couldn't deny that the clatter wasn't satisfying, even a reserved dragon found satisfaction in burning a few houses every now and then. This noise and disruption wasn't as good as a decent blaze, but it was good nonetheless. Then the gnome appeared, bringing with him a heavy load of memories.

Sorry? Oh I'll bet you were sorry you little daughter of a talbot. It's not like I can't be reasoned with! She grit her teeth and pushed the thought and the memories aside, concentrating on the strangely subservient gnome standing before her. Those eyebrows were only slightly more distressing than Dallandra's mention of Home. Which 'Home' was the little girl, if that was what she truly was, referring to?

Finally, her brain caught up with the present again and she regarded the gnome cautiously. She liked the Lady Ameilia well enough, but what had made Anda agree to this shape in order to make the lady happy again. She gnawed her adorable lower lip for a few seconds. However much she liked people, she never agreed to do something unless it would eventually benefit her in one way or another.

"Tell me the REST of this deal then. Some of that junk must have have given me a knock on the head, for I remember very little about agreeing to wear THIS form."

The gnome must be in on more than just making Ameilia happy again. Must be. Even if he was only another puppet, he must still have information about this infuriating predicament. A fragment of doubt grew in her mind. Surely he knew who she was, surely he didn't think she was a child?

"You do know who I am, yes?" she continued imperiously, her perfect little hands resting on the areas where her hips would be, if she was an adult.

The oddest thing about this whole episode was that she was beginning to enjoy being selfish. Making such a ruckus in adult form had consequences; she would be able to get away with so much right now. Her treacherous thoughts contemplated visiting various members of the Kaldres clan and turning them into single parents temporarily.

Maddyn · February 4, 2005, 05:31 PM

Tilting his head to the side, it looked odd but Anda could've sworn that the tiny tattoo's that covered Eimile's face seemed to shift in both colour and pattern so that it was now a blue cresant moon on one side rather than elaborate green markings. "Agreeing to where... this form?" Eimile replied in a rather dumb fashion as he stared up at her, tiny brows knitting together as he worked two and two and ended up with about nine. "Well, I know the clothes were a little much but you came in here all muddy and they were in your backpack... thought it was better than letting it all cake over you Miss..."

No, Eimile didn't have the faintest clue in Telath just who or what Andavariel was or that she could change the way her body appeared. As far as the gnome was concerned, he'd stumbled upon a situation that was as rare as the needle in the haystack... and was starting to wonder if that same needle was found only because he'd trodden on it point up. "And yes... I know who you are, it was written on your bad there - it's in my workshop if you'd like to see Miss Kira Shirogane - lil' Dalla helped you here, said you'd taken a nasty slip but Willow'd drop around later to help you." he mused, shrugging his shoulders yet again.

Humming softly as he stood there, rocking backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet; idly the Sorceror started to pick up everything Anda had knocked over with flows of Sorcery. No point letting junk remain where it was, everything had it's proper place in the heap - it was the kind of place that an insistant child would call coordinated mess... and yet manage to never, ever be able to find a pair of socks when in a hurry. But somehow, they'd always know where that book hidden next to the dishes was, the quill lying in an icebox...

"But... yes, there's just so much to do Miss Shirogane! So, will you help...?"

Memories came unbidden as before, a haze in Andavariel's mind parting to reveal some of her antics and just what she'd been dragged into by Dallandra. And while Andavariel could've quite easily been reasoned with as so frustrated her, once Dallandra had cast the spell had been forced to die out of it's own accord... the Bronze Dragon was the rogue element in the casting that changed everything the little Elfin girl had set into motion and that perturbed the Mystic probably more than it seemed to frustrate Anda herself.

The locale Anda found herself was so much different than the rody tavern she'd find herself in later that evening, no, this was the kind of place only certain individuals tended to find themselves stuck in for a few Era's as they contemplated escape into something better. This was just an illusion naturally, once escape came all too soon the realisation that their 'prison' was one of the better places to be soon occured to most. It was just a matter of perspective and ideals in the end.

The room was well lit by windows all along the right side of the room, the left side had a simple door and was covered in various tables in Charismaen script depicting number charts of the most basic kinds. Simple mathematics, nothing more complex than multiplication and division - much higher, and being prosecuted by the Church of Faith for heresy wasn't something any establishment like this wanted. Rows of desks, four wide and four deep - each one filled with a person and Andavariel was at the back. Another desk at the front of the room. By now the pattern was sinking in, Andavariel was sitting in a Schola room at the very back.

Eyes blearily watched the place as the teacher at the front of the room droned on, Andavariel really not all that interested in what was being said as the window proved much more facinating. If anything though, her garb was a little more appropriate than Anda'd find herself wearing later with the rather short dress replaced by a thick woolen one that reached to the ankles and wrists; and was about as attractive as a frying pan. Not to mention giving the wearer all the appearance of a grey large stick from the shoulders down with a head floating at the top. No, nothing that'd allow for boys and girls to so much as question what was beneath the clothing - sensible, practical and effeciant was the Headmasters belief. No point letting students get ahead of themselves in asking too many questions.

"Anda! Psst! After recess we'll go ditch this place - no point wasting time when there's work to be done... and anyway, ol batface up there probably won't notice a thing the git. Now, we'll break into the resort first seeing as we're going to need the stuff if we're to cure you dear...oh feth!" Dallandra's voice came from beside her as she whispered hastily, a loud 'twack! hitting the desk beside Anda and causing her to flinch from the sound.

"Miss Tindomerel! What have I told you about that... and where's Willow! Oh Aetheria don't tell me - another- bathroom break?!"

Andavariel · February 27, 2005, 11:52 AM

An expression that could very definitely be called dangerous was now creeping across the little girl's adorable face. Willow would be round later would he? Well, that would present 'Kira' with an opportunity to get some answers from someone who really knew what was going on. For now she would be taking advantage of the form she currently wore, as she always did. It paid to understand your resources.

Dazzlingly sweet smiles, she demanded lemonade and confectionary from her hopeful host. This body ran delightfully on a little sugar, and the mind of this character even more so when it had people wrapped around its little finger. Whatever this appearence was to Amelia, Xala had found it to be something else entirely. That might change in the presence of less gnomish adults, but for now she was content to find somewhere to sit, and something to line her stomach.

"Yes. Yes. I will help. I AM very hungry and thirsty though. Ever so thirsty!" She replied in a consenting, but wheedling voice. " Is there somewhere else we can wait for Willow? Or am I supposed to start without him?"

Breaking into the resort? What on earth could we have wanted there??

Maddyn · March 5, 2005, 07:46 AM

Whether it was the form, the smile, or having seen Andavariel basically bring his storage out the back of his workship crashing down after her temper tantrum... Eimile was rather inclined to help. A broad smile, for a Gnome at least flourished upon his tattoo'd features as he nodded his head happily. It remained as ever doubtful what gender Eimile was and most people tended to settle on the matter that McPhearson was rather confused. Eimile insisted he was male, and yet the tendency towards a skirt really did raise eyebrows. Kilt he insisted too, and suggested that a breeze between the legs did a person good - the chilly Frigid River climate showed what people were made of.

In short, and a terrible pun, the kind of gnome who believed that if a spanner couldn't undo a bolt then his teeth were the best job for the task.

"Ack, aye there missy I've got some honey'd mead about the place for when lil' Dalla and Willow drop by... Garyl and Cally can't touch the stuff though, no head for anything stronger than water." the Gnome mused with the same unwavering grin and a flickering glance behind Andavariel. One of the few things that hadn't fallen, a contraption of spikes, metal, pipes and wood that looked like some form of seige weapon was teetering ever so noticbly as if it too was about to come down. "No Faerie should ever be allowed near suger, Priority One! Now, and we've some rye bread and some nice strong cheese from the top shelf of the warehouse that'll put hairs on your... ah... perhaps just the bread. None of that me be thinking... come along there Kira eh?"

And bounded off inside, the screen mesh door barely hanging on it's hinges as the back room seemed much more designed for children and the little people. There wasn't a chance in Aetheria Andavariel could've entered here in other circumstances short of being on her hands and knee's and crawling in. Pillows on the ground, scratched wood floorboards. Metal, wires, springs and tools lay absolutely everywhere along with a couple cups for Human children. A cupboard, a box that radiated cold and the entire right hand wall covered in what appeared to be one keg of ale. "Take a seat... now then Kira, Dalla did be mentioning something... said you might want to hop down to the Spear and Skull to grab a piece of paper from a friend of yours who'd been staying there. Some Cassa something, a Deed? Meh..."

And how the group of people who'd been staying in Kaldres Manor had had a most busy of brightenings and evenings indeed. The hot springs, candlemarks later perhaps after having to deal with the tedium of Schola Andavariel was there with the cool breeze blowing against her skin as she watched from her hiding space. Willow and Dalla weren't anywhere to be seen, having snuck off for the business to allow for Andavariel to keep watch over the place. Submerged underneath the water almost completely with only her head poking out, orchids and flowers lined the edge of the hot spring as the Dragon watched in utter facination.

It was a group of... well, a comedy team surely. A Fool within a checked green and purple motley with a pigs bladder on a stick and more bells than seemed possible was bathering on and not saying anything comprehensible. Four clowns with a variety of makeup and garb... but there was nothing funny about them. They seemed the kind of people who threw out unwanted patrons from taverns all about the Empire. The kind that had names like Bruno, Tiny and Big Mick. Each of the two Clowns were holding in place a pair of figures... an Elf and a Human respectively so that neither of them could move in the slightest without dislocating something important like an arm and a leg.

The final person Andavariel could see was a thin man of about five foot four and built like a stick. Garbed in a black doublet, black tights, white gloves, white slippers and white facepaint with tears trailing down his cheeks... it was a Mime.
Every city and town about the Empire had someone, some organisation who dealt within the shady dealings of the city and gave the City Militia, Prefect and Constables something to occupy themselves with. And Frigid River had to deal with the fact while Pirvan Kaldres might be of the Jaded Claw... Frigid River had to deal with the Comedians Guild.

Words couldn't be heard, but all the same Andavariel watched with a pipqued curiousity from her hiding place.

Lliae and Andrea... standing there pinned in place before the mime with a rather substantial lacking in clothing. Behind them was Cassidy, garbed the same as when Anda had seen her in Kaldres Manor. Fitting something... constraining about their bodies of the metallic kind that rode up behind something painful. Lliae's was quick and simple, an apologetic glance given to the Telera... Andrea however wasn't that fortunate. With a wicked smile Cassidy whispered something in Andrea's ear and tightened the sides.

Throughout the Hot Springs, Andrea sung a single note like an Elf... almost, but not quite drowning out a:

"Hey! There's some clothes back here! Someone's in the Springs here!"

Andavariel · March 7, 2005, 04:40 AM

First Heron, now this? Why are so many powers moving in on Frigid; what does this place offer them? Not respite from conflict, for Frigid is surely going to be engulfed by the armies of Mystique soon.

She shook the thought off, drifting a little deeper into the persona of Kira, playing yet another part in someone's game. She liked this Emilie gnome, he put her at ease, but the antics of the fae, of those 'children' did nothing but make her want to crawl out of her skin.

Not that she couldn't do that, but it wasn't a comfortable feeling. She let the gnome ramble on, her mind dwelling on the memories of the Comedian's Guild as they popped up. More confused than ever by the scenes replaying in her mind (Did they catch me? Who were....they. And why did I have to be the one to stand in the damn water?)

She dragged her thoughts back to the present, accepting the honey mead, and contributing a little to the conversation in her turn.

"Cassa Deed....at the Spear and Skull....right. I don't suppose I could pop down there now then, is it the Inn not far from here, or am I confusing it with the Trellis place?"

Maddyn · March 9, 2005, 11:23 PM

There was an answer to Andavariel's thoughts, though it wasn't one she was going to find out very easily at all. Her own being a Dragon and being in Frigid River was probably the only coincidence to be had in a series of deliberations that had led to the turning of the Lyon and Milo Prophecy to begin to revolve around Frigid River as it had the Pegasi Woods and Dolwoods.

Preparing a cup of honey'd mead for Andavariel as she spoke, the little Gnome nodded his head after dragging the cup underneath the tap and then pulled the lever before closing it only when the golden liquid was almost to the brim. "You'll be havin' to pick it up yerself Miss Kia, tis too heavy when it be being full I'm afraiding. Now then, aye that sounds about right though there's nothing stoppin' you from going down there all bying yerself... but ah, no place for a wee one?"

Certainly not a place for a child Eimile was resisting the urge to shout with a shudder, but then Kira seemed a sensible la...oh the Rock no!
The all too recent memory of her temper tantrum forcing itself with a painful reminder as he spun about all too quickly with eyes overly large in their own right. "Ack! definetely no place for a wee one, never be knowing what Omar'd do! Mister Kaldres should've had his head rather than employing him still just like The Lady should've... fething Rocks... I'll be coming with ye if you're going into such a ghastly 'orrible place!"

OOC:
Cutting off flashbacks, feel free to write your own though during the Schola, Spear and Skull and the Hot Springs.

Cheers, Matt

Andavariel · March 12, 2005, 05:11 PM

Anda/Kira was absorbed in the honey mead now, picking up the cup and gluping a few mouthfuls of the liquid down. She was spared from more memory flash onslaughts, but her apprehensiveness grew. She had to find Willow or Dalla, and she HAD to sort out what had happened. And what had made her decide to make Amie happy by being Kira.

And whether the owners of those voices found me in the water! Perhaps if I get away from this gnome, I can shift back and go to the skull an....no...wait. I can't be seen going there. Andavariel has some sort of a reputation now, I can't ruin it by frequenting THAT place in her form. Urgh. When did I decide persona's were a good idea again??

She wasn't going to shake the gnome off while she was still in this form, that much was clear. She munched on a mouthful of the proffered bread, her dry mouth really making a meal of the chewing.

"Let's go then!" she declared, a little impudently. She had only had a mouthful or two of honey mead, and a little bit of bread. Not as hungry or thirsty as she said she was then. "We should get it and get back before he does!"

Maddyn · March 16, 2005, 10:40 PM

Taken aback by Anda's enthusiasm, really Eimile had been hoping to distract her long enough that Willow'd show and at least that Carmelya-be-Damned-Fae could get himself in and out of trouble without 'Kira' being the one to suffer the consequences. Mouth hanging open ever so slightly before realising that it wasn't the prettiest sight in Telath - something about the uneven and dark stained teeth filling his maw. Maybe the fact his breath could knock out a Hellbear at twelve paces. When he was downwind.

Sighing softly, the Gnomish Sorceror had several choices now ranging from setting 'Kira' in a circle of magic and waiting it out. Escorting her to that damned place that really needed burning down... or... the third option. There was alwaysa third option, this Eimele knew within all his being... and the problem was - be couldn't think of the third option in this particular circumstance. "Damnit!" he muttered, eyes widening as both hands clapped over the Gnome's mouth in the realisation that he'd spoken.

"Ah, Dalla'll have my head... or at least step on me... well let's be being off then and do be quiet... tis earlyish... Rock knows, might be getting in and out without being noticed..." Eimile muttered, grapping a bat bowlers hat and popping it on his head along with a pin that acted as a cane. It really didn't suit the kilt and tatto'd appearance... but nobody had the heart to point that out to Eimile. Not when they could get their mind around the concept of what a Gnome with a pin could do...

...Ameilia had been very detailed about her warning to those who thought to explain. Generally the kind of examples that involved reminding people about the stories of rats climbing up people's trowsers - and what an annoyed Gnome might do with that pin of his afterwards if given cause.

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Set back withing the twisting confines of the Tourist District's labyrinth, in a small, dark cul-de-sac, there lies the Spear and Skull Tavern. The disreptutable dive is the place where the alcoholics and the poor turn up when they've been turned away from every decent establishement in town. Which, given the morale standards of those within Frigid River made it just a little bit curious about why it was so popular. Merchants though had their guards and trappers from the mountains paid homage to the place en mass.

Approaching the litter-stained enteryway, one can see the ramshackle wooden building coming up. There are drunks lounging about the entrance and near the large, grimy windows of this two-story building. Horrendous smells, of what it is probably better that one shouldn't ask, fill the cul-de-sac. Passing by the sleeping dunkards, the namesake of the building falls into sight, a human skull with a spear driven through it diagonally, the point emerging from the southwestern end of the skull.

Andavariel · March 27, 2005, 01:59 PM

Open dismay. 'Kira' was certainly more than put off her food for a goodly while after she saw that black-toothed maw. He may have been a small gnome, but his mouth was more fearsome than a black dragon with tooth ache. Her reactions, becoming ever more youthful, showed the truth of her thoughts clearly in her facial expression. Disgust or horror? Hard to tell, but she tried to cover the lapse and maintain some politeness.

"Dalla wouldn't have your head. He doesn't have anywhere to put it"

Her comment was flippant and throw away, and basically showed that she had stopped listening. Perhaps she was preoccupied by her impractical clothing, or perhaps she was just being child like....and had been distracted.

Either way, she chatted rather aimlessly as they walked to the Spear and Skull. 'Kira' was apparently an inquisitive child when she wanted to be. She wasn't inquisitive when it came to the litter and debris around the Spear though. The smell disgusted her. The sleeping drunks disgusted her.

If Cass'dea is who I think it is....then what is she doing here?

She hazarded a quick rummage around in her head for more memories of the night before. What had happened at the resort? What the hell did the Guild of Comedians have to do with anythings?

"You sure this is where we were supposed to meet her?"

Maddyn · April 3, 2005, 08:21 AM

"She does too, she'd do something nasty like make it impossible to... say something which isn't the truth unless I behaved or worse; babysitting that Rock cursed Faerie Willow." Eimile grumbled as they walked, shaking his head. "One'd end my business something right shocking and the other... well... Gods be damned but that Ioannes bugger must've been drinking to make a Faerie that much of a headcase if I do be saying so myself...Mister Gods hitting the Vodka and Rum methinks." Eimile continued with a sigh, knowing which of the two was worse and neither were possibilities the Gnome wanted in the immediate future. Or the distant future for that matter.

Looking about the place in distain and trying to keep a low profile, Eimile it seemed was a master of that particular feat through sheer Gnomish size. But it didn't prevent him from doing commando rolls, hiding behind chair legs and tip toeing past the various drunks who snoozed away about the place. A heavy smell of ale and bear fat the trappers used to rub over themselves for warmth in the Great Mountains causing the nose to almost shut down in protest. "Yo!" the Gnome mumured, nodding his head lots.

This was where Dalla had said that Kira was supposed to go eventually with Willow helping, yessiree. "Priority One this be being there Miss Kira de Natalyi, though the ... the rooms be being upstairs and they be being no place at all for a Lay-dee." Eimile mused, rushing towards the counter at the far end and pressing himself flat against it with eyes narrowed suspiciously. Twisting his head from side to side before motioning that Kira should take the stairs while she had the opportunity and everything was clear. "Yo!"

Andavariel · April 16, 2005, 03:16 PM

She struggled to keep a straight face as Eimille talked to himself and behaved in the most bizarre manner. It was almost enough to make her forget what she was supposed to be doing. Almost. She nearly missed her chance as he gestured towards the stairs. She scurried for the stairs though, one hand clapped over her mouth to hide her grin and to stop any giggles from escaping.

Eimille would probably have despaired of her survival, if he had realised her complete lack of seriousness. This game was turning out to be fun, and she was going to enjoy it. One surprise brought her up short thought. One word made this bright unreal happiness fade.

'Natayli'

Surely they were not going to be playing with the emotions of her friend in such a manner? Just what was going on?

She proceeded up the stares as quietly and as quickly as her little legs would let her, her perfect little face now holding the sort of serious expression that always attracted indulgent and patronising looks from adults when seen on the face of a child.

Maddyn · April 22, 2005, 09:18 AM

Eimile however was decidedly insane, the means of Andavariel's shapeshifting having nothing to do with her Dragon heritage but rather a potion concocted by the Sorceror-Alchemist. In his deranged mind that couldn't even work out what gender he was (and this perhaps was one of the major problems that'd led to his deteriorated mental state), when it came to Amie de Natalyi he saw Andavariel as but a means to an end. If Amie was happy that her daughter apparent was back, then he'd unscrupulously go ahead with any plan to bring this about. To such a point that he wouldn't understand another persons qualms with such deception; and utterly believe himself that Kira was alive and Andavariel was merely a side effect brought about through not taking the medicine.

Moving up the stairs, they creaked underneath the young girls footsteps, very few paying attention to Andavariel and of those some were wishing she'd be more quiet so they could contemplate their hangover more thoroughly. A few soft groans in protest at her loudness accompanying this, but nothing that was in any way risky to the girl and gnome. Upstairs, things were rather simple really with a long hall that had a full length mirror at the far end. Doors on both sides of which were closed and a wooden pannel marking each door's purpose.
"Omar's Chambers, Dressing Room 1, Dressing Room 2, Dressing Room 3, Cass'dae's Dressing Room, Private Chambers 1, Private Chambers 2, Private Chambers 3, Guest Suite, Emerald Room."

Creeping up behind Anda, there was a prodding in the back of her leg before he spoke. "Yo!" in hushed tones that seemed more like the gnome was shouting in a barely restrained fashion. "Dunno which room... but I'm going to go shave Omar's head while you check the rest out okay?"