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| Damocles Faye | Nov 9 2010, 09:19 PM Post #1 |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 9 2010, 09:31 PM Post #2 |
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--This RP Took Place the first week in August-- Buoyed by her memories of last night, Rebecca had spent several minutes fixing her dress that morning and then gave it up as a lost cause without caring. Stuffing it into the back of her ridiculously-over sized-wardrobe, she pulled out a new, clean gown and hastened to dress as fast as she could manage. Still not used to the many parts to a gown, she was helped along by a servant that had been graciously lent to her by the household by the name of Madelaine. Madelaine was soft-spoken, quiet, and impeccably good at sewing her into these gowns. And it was from her that she was hiding the gown she'd ruined out at the lake. She was a stickler for propriety. Her and Brandin. Seriously, the pair of them should compare notes on how to watch her. Actually, as Rebecca thought about it, perhaps Brandin was grilling Madelaine. She wouldn't put anything past him. It made her all the more luminous to know she was keeping the meeting a secret from them both. Finally set free from Madelaine with as kind a farewell the impatient Rebecca could manage, she set off down the hall and then knocked on the door to the esteemed Lord Damocles Faye himself, determined first to meet him and second--to see if Rowland was there. |
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| Damocles Faye | Nov 9 2010, 09:57 PM Post #3 |
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Damocles was already awake. He knew it wasn't Rowland when the knock came, as his servant usually bustled right in--particularly when late--after the knock and this time the door remained closed. With a sigh, Damocles came out from around his screen and fixed the ties of his shirt, calling as he did so, "Come in!" He was decent enough, though he did hope it wasn't the Lady Anastasia. He actually was on his way to see her, and besides: he wasn't quite ready yet. Still adjusting ties as the door open, his eyebrows arched up when he saw who it was in the reflection of his mirror. "Ah! Lady Rebecca. How might I help you this fine morning?" |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 9 2010, 10:05 PM Post #4 |
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Seeing his face light up in the mirror, Rebecca's lips twitched into a soft smile. Not the visitor from the future he was expecting, she gathered, but not entirely unwanted. Perhaps he was just being polite. Still, she'd be the same. "Good morning, Lord Damocles." She smiled as he turned around with a barely suppressed sudden giggle, and cast her eyes around the room for a moment, looking for Rowland. As his brow continued to arch with the unspoken question, Rebecca's cheeks gained a pink tint. "I was just looking for Rowland." She admitted shyly. "He said he might help me out this morning..." A lie, but what else was she supposed to say? |
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| Damocles Faye | Nov 9 2010, 10:09 PM Post #5 |
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His brow furrowed in confusion at Rebecca's sudden giggle as he turned around, but Damocles shook that off with the simplest of shrugs. Whatever she was laughing at, it was apparently an inside joke as she did not comment on it. He wanted to get out of there, quite honestly, and couldn't begin to fathom how her mind might work. At her question, far from wondering why she could be looking for his servant, Damocles just rolled his eyes and looked around the room himself. He took in the mess on his table from the previous evening that indicated Rowland had not been in since leaving him that night and the pile of papers with an apple core on his desk--not to mention his unmade bed and sighed once more. "So naturally, you thought he'd be here doing his job." |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 9 2010, 10:15 PM Post #6 |
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Suddenly aggravated by the obvious disregard in Damocles voice and gestures, Rebecca's own expression tightened. At first, she had a moment of shame: clearly Rowland meeting with her might be about to get him into trouble (might?), but that disappeared. It didn't seem to her as though Damocles was doing anything but looking for a reason to complain that Rowland had a life beyond his job. And that was ridiculously absurd. Swallowing back, she kept her smile pleasant and bright before remarking lightly, "You could learn to clean up after yourself, m'lord." Impertinent. She knew that. But as a fellow noble, did she not have the right? At least, she comforted herself with that notion as it was a comment she'd been unable to stop. |
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| Damocles Faye | Nov 9 2010, 10:19 PM Post #7 |
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"Now, hang on." His words were spoken before he thought about it. The mess forgotten, he swallowed. Taken aback all of a sudden by her words, Damocles' eyes drew back to lock on her expression. While she was smiling, he had enough experience with his sisters to know what that look really was and his brow furrowed further. "I'm dressed, aren't I?" His own smirk was twisted in his surprise of her words, even as he noticed she had started to blush. He didn't mind that she was calling out: she just happened to be quite wrong on that account. |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 9 2010, 10:40 PM Post #8 |
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At his immediate defense, Rebecca realized two things. First, he was completely unaware of how dismissive and reliant on Rowland he really was. And second, she was allowed to challenge him. That was good to know. Her eyes narrowed for a moment with her amusement and her lips pressed into a thin little line. "Alert the Prophet." Her speech still candid, she had straightened to speak, standing taller on her heels. After her brow wiggled, she nodded as she took a step towards the door a moment later, perfectly willing to leave him flummoxed as he was. "Do you have any idea where Rowland might actually be?" |
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| Damocles Faye | Nov 9 2010, 10:45 PM Post #9 |
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All right. Lady Rebecca was clearly far too comfortable already with this position apparently of teasing him considering he had spent hardly anytime with her. This was ridiculous. Preposturous. ...And very, very aggravating. His own brow was wiggling while he shifted in his stance. And shook his head from side to side. "Not the slightest." He was annoyed. And honestly rather determined to prove his word to her. He was late anyways, wasn't he? "I don't need to keep track of him." Damocles continued, waving his hand to make his point. "That's not my job. It's his. But when you do find him, feel free to keep him. Tell him I can look after myself for the day." Her eyes seemed to light up as he said that. |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 9 2010, 10:52 PM Post #10 |
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Suddenly brightening with his words, Rebecca's thin smile twitched full and wide. That worked out better than she could have hoped, considering she had spoken so completely openly and out of turn. Her hands flew behind her, clasping each other with her sudden happiness and she grew taller to go on her toes for a moment. "I'll be sure to tell him." Her heart was fluttering as she said that, and with a nod of farewell she headed towards the door, bringing her hands in front now to clasp over her heart for a moment. Granted, she still had no idea where Rowland was, but she'd find him. That she had no doubt. She'd like to seek out Desmond as well, tell him thanks for the previous day. Her mind suddenly awhirl with possibility's, she still took the time to turn around as she laid her hand on the door and pop her head back in. "By the way." Her words were light and genial. "You do know your shirt is on backwards, don't you?" She shut the door behind her after a moment of watching him double take and suddenly roll his eyes to the ceiling with his sudden understanding of her private joke. |
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