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Post by Aelis.the.Cat on Aug 18, 2009 15:57:11 GMT -5
Ophelia
Ophelia had not had the best of days.
She had gone out for an innocent stroll about the city and had stopped at a tavern for a meal. She had done her best to keep to herself and to keep the scent of her humanity to herself, but to no avail. Taunts and catcalls still ringing in her ears, she had fled as gracefully as she could manage and gone home.
It's such a silly thing, she told herself. I'm not entirely human and my mother was a demon. But silly things do seem to have a habit of making nuisances of themselves. She leaned back in her chair and sighed. |
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Post by elven on Aug 19, 2009 13:37:23 GMT -5
Demon Guy
There was a hollow banging on Ophelia's door as the King's personal "hawker" knocked on it. He was a ghastly sort of demon; it would seem the King was rather fond of hiring the most ghoulish looking...things...he could find.
This one's eyes were completely white, almost like he was blind. He was twisted, almost like a tree, and a dark brown color. As he stood there, he drooled some on himself. His tail thumped against his thigh, a gangly looking thing. He was growing impatient, even though he'd been waiting for a few moments. |
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Post by Aelis.the.Cat on Aug 19, 2009 17:37:10 GMT -5
Ophelia
Repelled despite herself by the obvious scent of a ripe demon, Ophelia opened her door, refusing to allow her replusion to reveal itself on her pale counterance. "Greetings," she said coldly. "I am Ophelia Antioch, court dancer. What is your business here?" |
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Post by elven on Aug 22, 2009 10:51:39 GMT -5
Demon Guy
He grunted, and his white, pupiless rolled once in his head before settling, what could be presumed to be her. He pulled out a scroll, from the satchel on --what could be called-- his hip. It was a tattered scroll, probably the same one he'd been pulling out for years. It was just a prop, the King hadn't had anything written down in ages. No need to make everything public, after all. Making the disfigured demon remember things was fun anyways.
"Ophelia Antinoch," if he messed it up, it didn't matter, as long as the woman knew he was talking to her. "King Zagnar requests your presence in his Chambers as soon as you can get there, though only by the cover of night, and in a cloak." He paused, his eyes rolling again. "After all, no need to have you seen when you come," he tucked the scroll back into his satchel.
He straightened himself once more, he turned his head back to her. His neck was glistening from the drool. "Repeat back," he demanded. |
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Post by Aelis.the.Cat on Aug 22, 2009 14:09:05 GMT -5
Ophelia
Ophelia sighed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Ophelia Antioch. King Zagnar requests my presence in his Chambers as soon as I can get there, though only by the cover of night, and in a cloak," she parroted back to him. It already is night, she thought with distaste. She reminded herself of the old parable "Don't kill the messenger" and flicked a coin at the demon. "I will be there as soon as I can." |
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Post by elven on Aug 23, 2009 22:27:43 GMT -5
Demon Guy
The coin hit his stomach and fell to the ground. With a groan he turned an departed, leaving the coin where it fell. His hand was safe-guarding the satchel on his hip as he walked.
(K. You can have her go to the castle now.) |
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