Post by Pandora LeAmour on Jun 11, 2009 14:38:49 GMT -5
Symphony De Madrid
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
William, the Tower Guard
Location: Tower
Time: Noon
Ah, midday, when farmers cursed the sunlight and children praised it. Such a study in contradictions! Exactly why Symphony loved it so much.
Her time in Tranquility had been...well...tranquil indeed. During the daylight hours, the mortals of this realm came and went, bustling about their busy days, a few shooting her second glances but nothing more. The nightlife here was...interesting. She, of course, knew that there were other creatures of the night, but that was a discipline that she had never seen fit to follow. Instead her interest lay in the minds and bodies of humans, and all the ways they had of destroying each other--and themselves. Besides, she at least had nothing to fear from Vampires or Mages, and as for the Beastlies...well, she'd have to burn that bridge when she came to it. IF she ever came to it.
For the meantime, she fully intended to get a little more used to this realm. She had already scouted out the villages and the shops, had contemplated entering unto the castle but had decided to postpone that for a bit. Today her attention had been caught by a might tower stretching before her. It seemed both illogical, and a mockery to the simple town around it, and thusly immediately captivated her, especially when she felt her Disquiet flare rampant and her Pythos seem to diminish. How very...intruiging. She approached the door and cocked her head, examining it. Some people of that time would have considered her actions bold and repugnant, especially for a woman, but Symphony did not really care. She hadn't been Raised like that--haha? Humor was something she was still learning.
She raised her fist and knocked boomingly on the tower door. She'd go in anyway, but...usually it was considered "polite" to give people a chance to refuse you entry.
Giving as it were the mid of day, Pandora had relished the reigns to the DayDeath. The sound of pounding on the door two stories below didn't even faze her. Infact, she hadn't even heard it.
William, however, had. The Tower's Guard pushed open the small grate which allowed for him to see outside the Tower without the need of actually opening the door.
"State your business."
His voice trying to be as polite as possible. All too often DayBreak travellers wandered towards the Tower in hopes of getting a tour or something. The door itself was too heavy for anyone without Vampiric or Lycan strength to budge, so those within NightWorld's Tower never had any fear of mortals slipping in.
His tired eye's peered through the small opening, as he studied the woman's form, sniffing the air from behind the closed door. Appears Mortal. Is not a Vampire, nor did she carry the scent of a Lycan, ShapeShifter or Shadowdemon. Interesting...
But the man would most certainly be able to sense the woman's Disquiet. It was her curse, to be exiled even from other creatures of the night, wherever she went. It was her greatest gift, for it flowed forth from the Pythos within her, that gave her her very life.
Despite the fact that humans and nightbreak travellers alike could both tell that she wasn't exactly what she seemed after spending a good length of time with her, Symphony had no ability to work that in reverse. She did not know what manner of creature this man was. She raised her dark hair, dressed in her simple workman's clothes, to better shout to him.
"My...business?"
She thought about this for a split second, her face remaining demure and impassive.
"I have learned no trade yet. I am not a working woman at this point in time. I have no business."
That seemed to rather cover it all, she thought, but she supposed she might as well offer him something.
"I did work for a man as his surgeon and housemaster once, if that is what you mean."[/b][/i]
William grunted as he took what the visitor said in stride. He wasn't exactly the brightest in the Tower, but he took his job quite seriously. Enough so, that he still didn't open the doors to the Tower.
"What you want with the Tower?"
Still patient, though his tone was slightly gruff, given the hour of the call rather then the demeanor of the guest. He had strict orders. No one got into the Tower during the day hours unless a sound part of NightWorld. No one entered the Tower for the first time unless meeting with the Master of the City. And he didn't quite fancy going to wake up that particular Vampire.
"Do yeh need summin?"
He grew slightly aggitated. He was certain he had never seen this woman before, and the last thing he wanted was to have to break the stance on the Master of the City for a unscheduled appointment.
"Oh, that."[/i]
Silly girl. She ought to have known. He wanted an explanation.
"Yes. What sort of man lives in this place? I must know!"
Her voice took on an impatient, and rather desperate tone. Her thirst for understanding was likely something that any good vampire would understand--it was at least as passionate as their cravings for blood.[/color]
Still refusing to open the door, William gave a quiet chuckle. What sort of man, indeed...
"The tower is home to a man whom does not care for visitors, miss."
She seemed harmless enough, but he still didn't want to be the one to wake Pandora. The last time he done that didn't fair too well, and he still had the scar to prove it. On one hand, she would have his head if he refused admission from another NightWorld. On the other, she'd likely have his life should he grant access to someone whom she did not already know.
"Where's your escort, woman?"
Keep her talking and perhaps she wouldn't realize that she was still standing outside. His palms began to sweat, and he tried to keep his thoughts empty, suspecting that the Master of the City could hear them even from her slumber.
During the night he had taken the opportunity to go to his shop and bring his personal and non work related effects to his home, including his modest savings in gems and coin, some minor personal effects, as well as the remainder of his clothing and things of that sort, but while he was at it he may as well deliver his first month's payment for his provided lodgings, shouldn't he? He opened the small chest containing his small fortune and withdrew the four shillings required for this, tucking them into a small bag after tossing aside the idea of paying for several month's in advance. If he did that, he lost even more opportunity to visit the Tower, now didn't he? He stowed the chest away and donned the provided dark green cloak, drawing the hood up over his head to hide the majority of his features before departing.
She stared up at him. She had limited experience with humans, but rather seemed to believe that this man was giving her something of a...runaround.
"Escort? I have no escort. My Master lives far too far away to act as escort, and such it pretty much falls to me to get things done on my own. Is that going to be a problem?"[/b][/i]
'It pretty much falls to me to get things done on my own.' Well, the problem then would lie in exactly what she planned to get done on her own that had to do with the Tower. He quickly pushed these thoughts from her mind, his eye's glancing upward in worry. Nothing moved, and nothing struck him dead, so something had to be alright.
"Have you the Night Tower cloak?"
He glanced through the hole again, as if trying to peer at her standing there, looking if perhaps she held the traditional deep green cloak in hand. Nothing.
"No, apparently not."
Seeming more then a little on edge, he tried this again.
"I'm afraid the 'man whom lives here' isn't in at the moment... Perhaps there's something I can help you with?"
He metally added 'please don't ask to come in, please don't ask...' The last thing he had planned today was waking that woman upstairs up. Why, he hardly surived last time! And man, she could hold a grudge. Right about now, William was wishing anyone would be willing to take his job over for him. Why, he'd even settle for Mathas if the Master of the City hadn't have sent him away.
His pace was moderate, keeping with that of a human who apparently had somewhere to be, but not in quite a hurry. He didn't want to draw undue atention to himself and his destination, now did he? As such, the journey from his home to the Tower was a decent little trip, taking a little while but he eventually made it, his pace slowing for a moment upon seeing someone standing there at the door, apparently arguing with the guard. What was his name....? He knew he'd overheard it at some point during his visits to the Tower....Bill? No, William, that was it...And apparently this visitor didn't get the hint. Then again, there was a.....feeling, for lack of a better word....And it seemed to eminate from the woman...Odd...He almost felt uncomfortable, but before much could be done the beast asserted itself....It would seem that it didn't want to be threatened as such, and the predatory urges began to rush over him....Soon it would take everything he had to keep them at bay, and that was at best...The moon was rapidly approaching
"What goes, here?"
Symphony was finding the encounter more than a little tedious by this point, but she held her emotions in check with amazing, nearly alarming ability. Anger was, of course, a flaw, one she'd have to understand before she could fully appreciate it.
"I just want to meet the human who would dwell within such a monstrosity. Meet him, talk to him--"
But she was cut off at that moment by Tathar's unexpected arrival. She turned her light eyes to regard him, a contradiction in every aspect--beautiful in every way, but radiating some sense of slight wrongness. It would grow in time.
"I am merely having a conversation with this man. That is what goes, although, hopefully, he will allow me to "go" and meet the Master of this castle."
From behind the door, William heard the familiar voice of the lycan whom had come to stay in the Tower only once before. Pandora's words echoed in his mind 'always welcome' and suddenly grew more aggitated. He'd have to open the door now to at least let the green cloaked Smithy in.
"Blessed be, Smithy."
His voice wasn't quite as friendly as usual, instead it seemed all too high pitched and uncomfortable. Almost as if he were terrified of the little woman standing on the other side of the door.
"She comes without appointment. She no cloak. No pass."
Her words stating clearly what she wanted here set him completely on edge, and for a moment he wasn't certain whom he was more terrified of. The woman IN the Tower, or the one standing outside.
"The master is unavailable, Sire."
He was almost pleading with the Smithy to understand. If he went to wake the Master of the City, chances were good he'd never live to see the next shift.
Tathar was sensitive to the guard's emotions, overly so since last night's ..."events"...And he understood completely, playing it off with a monotone voice that betrayed nothing. No emotions, purely set in a business-like way. He nodded politely to William's greeting and turned his head toward this....Thing....She smelled human....But something was off....Something didn't match, and her scent was stale...She very well could be an either previously unknown denizen of NightWorld, or she could be completely new, or she could just be an odd human who needed a wash...Either way, she had no cloak, so he wasn't going to egg the situation on. He reached out, hand clasping the small bag of coins, and held them out to William through the slit in the door. The bag was severely loose, not holding much, so it would likely be able to fit through
"Aye, I know. Please give the master this. It is for the month."
And at that he turned to face the thing once more
"I am sorry, but the owner of this Tower is often away or locked in important matters. You'll not get in without an appointment." [/b][/color]
How...fun? Was that humor? She wasn't sure, so she smiled dryly, in a half attempt. Her eyes did note the transaction. Ah.
"Oh, so the master of this tower is an important figure in the city? Perhaps then this monolith is a testament to pride?"
She shook her head impatiently, keeping her eyes focused on the newcomer as though quite fascinated with him. What mastery this man possesed! He surely would be someone to continue to study. However, far more...informing...was the servant. He seemed quite agitated, although why he should be, she wasn't sure, unless it was her damned cursed Disquiet.
"Very well. I would like to make an appointment, and I would like to buy one of those...cloaks of passage?"
She drew forth the bag of money that her rich, kind, generous, bastardly, betraying, abandoning master had given her in some desperate attempt to make ammends.
"I have this money, to pay my tribute with."
She not only wanted an appointment with the Master of the City, but she wanted to 'buy' her way in? Whatever was this woman thinking? Could she be serious?
William reached his hand out through the small slip in the door and took the pouch offered from the Smithy with a grin. Payment? For the Month? He was obviously missing something...
Bristling, William glanced from the Lycan to the new visitor and back again. His eye's dancing between the two. Perhaps she'd get herself interested in the Smithy, and forget about entering the Tower. Afterall, it had been rumored that he was quite the ladies man.
"Forgive me. M'lady, this is Sire Seregon. He owns the residential Smithary Shop."
Delay delay delay. No matter how long he delayed, there was no way he could stretch it out for another six hours when the Master usually rose.
He sighed heavily...It seemed this woman wasn't just going to give up, and he waved off her offering of coin
"You cannot buy a cloak...And that money was simply rent for the month. The proprietor here owns my home."
Maybe that would satiate her questions on that particular matter, but it was obvious by this point that she wasn't going to go away until she met this Master they kept speaking of, and he stepped foreward to the door, giving a whisper low enough so that only William could hear
"Just open the door, man...And do not worry. I will wake her,"
He gave a look of understanding to him and stepped back, making sure to stay in front of Symphony so he could enter first. Given her current manner of wanting to enter, she was likely to just barge right on in, and that just couldn't happen....He was already putting his life on the line by waking a sleeping Vampire, and during midday, no less.
At last it seemed to be going somewhere. But she was confused.
"Good Day, Master Seregon. Is there some reason why I should not wish to enter? There seems to be a large amount of trepidation surrounding this encounter, and while I would simply LOVE to understand why, I would not at the expense of me........existance."
William grunted again, as the Smithy leaned towards the door. Upon registering his words, the Tower Guard nodded his head, somewhat relieved. He was removing the large wooden bolder that kept the door firmly shut even as the visitor spoke. Easing the door open slowly, still slightly cautious, William sheilded himself by hiding behind it.
"Please. Allow me to show you to the Meeting Room, M'lady."
He stepped from behind the door and gestured deeper into the Tower itself. There wasn't really a 'long route' to take to the Meeting Room, but at least the small room was not the main attraction, and thus was nowhere near the route in which the Lycan would need to take to make it to the Master of the City's private quarters.
He nodded his head briskly to Tathar, and spoke again, moreso to himself then either in attendance.
"I shall attempt to summon the Queen just as soon as I get the Lady settled. I am sure she'd like to meet the... Traveller."
In all honesty, he didn't know if the Queen would even come to his summons. Nor did he have even the slightest idea if she cared to meet the Visitor, but William was certain of one thing. So long as she was in attendance, the Master of the City wasn't likely to kill anyone for the inturruption.
"Good luck to you, Smithy."
He had meant it. He did not envy what that man was about to do. Instead, he gestured again, bidding the visitor to follow him as he led the strange women towards the Meeting Room by standing behind her and guiding her onward.
He nodded to William and entered, waiting until he was sure the man was finished talking, and nodded again at his statement about summoning the Queen. It did seem to be a good idea, at least for the moment, but he hardly doubted that having her here would keep the MotC from doing her best to kill him...Especially since he was technically under her jurisdiction, and as soon as William had led the woman away he set out to the room that would lead him to her quarters, glancing up. Unlike her, it was a jump he could only manage when he was changed, and as much as he would love to strip down and do so right at this moment, just to ensure that he had a fighting chance should she be truly ill tempered, he knew it wasn't a good idea, and instead he would take several leaps, using grooved holes within the wall to carry himself upwards. It didn't take more than a few moments and he was standing on the ledge that she normally leaped down from, and he entered the dark room, looking around a moment before stepping foreward, muscles tensing for what he knew was to come.
She followed without comment, expecting at the very least grand fine furniture, and not this dank, dark tower. Surprises were, she was convinced, mankinds greatest strength. And such she let the intriguing smithy part company, and took her seat without waiting to be asked, taking in the eccentricies with good taste.
The instant someone stepped forth onto her own personal quarters, Pandora was aware of it. She was blessed with the ability to sense danger, and to her, danger meant someone daring to enter her personal section of the Tower. No one had ever been in her own quarters before, thus being instantly forced to wake from her DayDeath was not a pleasant sensation. Even as she was aware that someone was within her room, she couldn't muster the ability to figure out exactly WHO that was. Even his scent didn't register to her.
She lay there, completely awake now, but unmoving on the bed in which she slept every day away. The best offense she had right now is to pretend that she was still deeply involved in the DayDeath that she should have been. Her strength was lacking, her head burned, and even the muscles in her body seemed to protest to this hour of the day.
A million thoughts wanted to flash through her mind, but she couldn't even seem to get THAT one part of her body functioning properly. Still as can be. Unbreathing, inflinching, unaware, she waited. If someone was in her quarters at this ungodly hour, they could only be there for one reason. To kill the Master of the City and take her place. She would wait until they were ready to deal the deathly blow, and then she would strike.
Meanwhile, two stories below, William looked frighteningly around. He debated with whether or not he should stay and ensure that the Visitor didn't move to explore the Tower, or if he should leave her here and keep his word by summoning the Queen.
"If you'll just wait here a moment, your required audience shall come to find you here."
His eye's then darted around nervously again.
"I must step next door and summon the Queen. I shall be but a moment. I ask that you remain here. The Tower is no place for wanderers."
And with that, William shifted out of the room, glad that he had the job of summoning the Queen rather then the Master of the City.
His eyes found her form easily within the darkness of her quarters...Looking so very peaceful...Almost as if she were really and truly just asleep rather than being dead....or undead....And he toyed with the thought of slaying her for a moment...How easy it seemed it would be. To just make his way up here and remove that head that housed those icy eyes...But no...He wasn't one to do that...At least not yet. It did seem that the situation was inevitable, but not just yet. He stopped a good few feet away from her, keeping his voice low, a calm demeanor about him, even though his muscles were still as tense as could be
"You have a visitor..."
Though she could not register the scent, the voice was easy enough to match and Pandora instantly sat up, her eye's unfocused but gazing towards the Lycan, teeth automatically decending as she hissed quietly.
"You awoke me for 'company' you fool? Go away, before this is your last trip!"
She swayed slightly, her strength not quite about her. It wasn't impossible to be awake during the Day, but it proved to be difficult and a Vampire, even a Master Vampire such has herself, was never fully at strength until the sun was gone. Glaring at him now, a small part of her was delighted to see him, even if he were arriving at the most terrible of times. Here, in her own personal quarters where no one lived to tell about. Here, standing directly infront of her, with clearly no inturruptions. No mortals...
Pandora sniffed at the air, still unable to pick up anything. God, this DayDeath was going to bed the end of her.
No matter how small and excited a part of her was to see the Lycan, the Master of the City did not take kindly to uninvited guests in her own quarters, and seeing as it was not yet night, he would need to be taught that it was not acceptable.
If she could just focus long enough to manage some intellegent thoughts, she would probably think of at least a dozen ways in which he could be punished. Right now, however, obviously wasnt a good 'thinking' moment. Hissing again, the Master of the City refused to take her unfocused eye's off of the Lycan.
"Just because you can function during daylight does not grant you freedom to my quarters, Mutt." [/b][/color]
He knew the taboo that was to enter a vampires domain while they were resting...But right at the moment he was unafraid...It seemed she could hardly keep her eyes focused, so he relaxed a bit. He would worry about the consequences of this early and rather rude awakening later when the sun was down. For now, it was time for business, even as much as he wanted to take advantage of the situation...Truth be told, it was exceedingly hard for him to keep his thoughts in check right now
"Do forgive the intrusion, but this particular visitor insisted on meeting with you. I daresay she nearly gave William a fit, as she would not take a simple no for an answer." [/b][/color]
Pandora hissed again at his information and forced herself from the bed, a little too slow for her liking. Infact, everything was a little too slow for her liking. Running her hands through her hair, Pandora tried to make herself at least somewhat presentable, standing there in not but her sleepwear.
"Your take on the idiot whom shows up without an appointment?"
She slipped her feet into a pair of green slippers and grabbed for her cloak. If she couldnt' dress quickly enough, given the state she'd be lucky to make the trip DOWN to the meeting room in one piece, at least the cloak would hide her current state of attire.
"NightWorld? DayBreak? Threat? Imbosol whom needs their neck snapped..."she hissed.
Taking a moment to gather her own focus to at least a minimum, Pandora groaned. God, that sun was bright out there, and even though the Tower held no windows, the effects of it on her physically was not a comfort. The fact that she was standing halfdead in a dark room with the Lycan, an even more worrysome notion.
With a gesture of her hand, Pandora indicated they should get moving. She had no idea how he made it up to her private quarters without changing, and she would ask later. Right now, she had to figure out how to make the drop halfalert.
Meanwhile Willliam returned emptyhandedly. He had approached the castle but saw that it held someone else waiting to be seen, and he had no desire to wait his turn. Instead, he shuffled back into the Meeting Room, surprised to see that the Master wasn't there yet.
"Still waiting, I see?"
He gave an apologetic smile and a stiff shrug of his shoulders.
"Can I get you anything?"[/b][/i]
He thought for a moment, hand raising to scratch his chin lightly. He ignored the fact that she was acting rather weak...Choosing to show at least enough respect for her to act as if he had not seen it, but he did watch as she dressed
"Human, it would seem.....But she smells...stale. It's hard to describe. Perhaps you will be better able to derive it yourself?"
and with that he turned at the indication by her hand, moving to the ledge and dropping down first, landing gracefully enough into a crouch, knuckles of his fist stopping the momentum of his torso as he did so, and he stood, moving out of the way so she could do so as well
Even from her position standing at the edge of the drop, Pandora could hear what the visitor said to poor William. Her voice followed her down, as she took a single step from the top floor of the Tower, and fell down the two stories which would ultimately land her just outside the Meeting Room. The Tower only had doors on the second floor to protect the NightWorld quarters, and thus voices were easy to travel through.
As Pandora fell, she bent her knees and braced her fall with the palm of her left hand, so that when she finally reached the floor, she would be crouched closer to the floor to ensure none of her bones would snap. They, of course, would heal, but the timeconsuming process was never pleasant.
"That will be all, William. We shall discuss this later."
Her gaze landed on the Lycan and she gestured that he might as well follow her into the room. And into the meeting room, she went. Her footsteps silent, and only the sound of the cloak brushing against the stone floor beneath announced her arrival. The woman, if that was truely what she was, sat among the 11 chairs of the meeting table, looking quite confident for someone whom did not know what she was dealing with. Even from here, Pandora could smell the difference in which Tathar had mentioned moments after he dragged her from sleep.
"Becareful what you wish for, child."
She crossed the room and slowly, as if an old woman trapped in the body of a 19 year old, sank into her usual chair at the head of the table.
At last. Why mortals deemed it so imperitive to be "fashionably late" she'd never gotten. It was just another flaw for her to pick apart. She did not rise but did at least turn her hungry expression to the woman.
"Ah. At last, and you are not what I have expected."
Dillydallying was not one of her better suits. Small talk was for the bored.
"I wish for...to meet you, to speak with you, and to understand what sort of...woman...would hole herself away in a tower all day, sending out manservants as though she had some greater right than they, that they should have to listen to her."
She paused again, for she was not stupid.
"And I mean that with...the highest respect." [/b][/color]
He followed along behind her at this point, keeping a respectful distance since there were others around. And as indicated he followed her into the meeting room as well, but he took no seat, instead choosing to stand in a spot where he could observe the both of them, watching the proceedings. He had nothing better to do right now, after all
Pandora pointedly ignored the woman's inquiries for the moment, as she never did answer questions willingly. She had no duty to anyone but her own Maker and he was long since disappeared. Instead, Pandora turned to the Lycan, noting that he seemed more himself now then he had the past two nigh'. She could not aford to dwindle on this minor observation at the moment, and thus turned her eye's back to the invited visitor.
"You come to my home, demand entery with my Guard, make yourself comfortable at MY table, and expect me to answer your questions? How interesting."
Her voice was that of the monotoned that the Master of the City used more often then not, almost as if she were immensly bored with the current conversation. With a gesture of her arm, she encouraged the young lass to continue talking.
"Are there any more demands you wish to have met?"
She was, onbviously, being sarcastic and to prove her point, she continued on without so much as waiting for the woman's response.
"How about we start with who you are, or rather WHAT you are. You resemble the residents here within my home, and yet you smell as if you do not quite belong. You give off an air about you that rendered even my brave guard uncomfortable, and even the Smithy there will not come closer. Perhaps you had better explain before you assume you shall be granted the privledge of staying, let alone living to escape." [/i]
Instantly and perceptably, they'd notice that Symphony would perk up, her interest spiked. This woman was even better than the man had been! And her sarcasm was wasted on poor Symphony, who had only before this point had her master and the angry mobs pounding at his door for company. She opened her mouth to speak, then snapped it shut as she was denied the opportunity, those light eyes narrowing.
"Of course. Forgive me, I had forgotten that greatest vice of pride, and the need to exert control. Very well then. My name is Symphony De Madrid, thus named by my former Master. As for what I am, I have nothing to hide from you, since it is now apparent that you are not a human, with a psyche too fragile to handle the truth. I am what is known as a Galateid, according to my master. It means that even after death, I was able once more to be graced with a mockery semblance of life. The feeling that accompanies me wherever I go is known as Disquiet, and it is the bane of my existance. I have no control over it yet, though I work constantly to master it. I pose no threat to you, Lady of the castle, merely an inquiring mind into the ways of others."[/b][/i]
As his gaze danced between the two of them as they spoke, he began to wonder exactly who this newcomer thought she was...And he wasn't put off by the air she had around her...rather, he was being cautious, and would continue to do so until he was sure of what she was....She smelled human...But something was off about it, and until that question was answered he would keep his distance. As he had told the vampire just two nights before, his own survival and well-being came first, and he wasn't going to foolishly rush into a situation such as this without being well informed, at the very least...And it would seem that by her information that she had just given, it was no cause for alarm, and he moved to take a seat himself, making sure to keep his features hidden under the darkness of the hood of his cloak so he could watch without fear of having his reactions seen...at least by the semblance of a human that was here. Disquiet.....It sounded oddly like the delirium caused by his kind when they were changed....Only, the effects were different....At least as far as he had seen.
Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head as the Smithy took a seat, her eye's still on the new arrival to the Realm. Of course, all NightWorld individuals were required to see her before making a perminate residence within Tranquility, but couldn't they at least keep a decent time?!
"I see."
Pandora let these thoughts float through her half mind, until she was satisfied that she had obsorbed the general gist of it.
"Well then, seeing as you are a part of the NightWorld, you shall be given a cloak as well. These cloaks are to be worn EVERY time you approach the Tower, to prevent those Mortals from making your identity. Furthermore, you shall NOT demand an audience during the daylight hours, and are to seek me out only with a scheduled appointment between the hours of six pm and six am. You will reveal your.. race, for lack of a better term, to no one outside this room, and you will ensure that you do not break the laws within our fair Hidden Realm of Tranquility. I have no paitence for unabiding individuals, do I make myself perfectly clear?"
She paused only a fraction of a second, before she continued, her voice crisp as if accustomed to being obeyed.
"If you are simply passing through, then be on with it. If you intend to stay longer, I suggest you speak with William, my guard, on your way out to set a time in which you will return here WITH your cloak, to discuss such matters. I do not appreciate being forced to entertain when I have more pressing matters to attend to."
Pandora gestured with a single hand towards the Lycan.
"He will see you out. Should you still be within my lands four nights from now, you will return and we shall discuss this when I care to sit around chatting. Not before, not after."
The Master of the City didn't bother looking to Tathar to confirm that he would escort the unwanted visitor out. Instead, she simply stared directly ahead, expecting her orders to be followed.
Well, he took that as his que and stood, moving over to where the woman was seated, waiting until she had stood and leading her toward the exit. William no doubt already had her own cloak in hand by that point, and when she had it he left the Tower, making sure that she was close behind until the door was closed, at which point he simply gave her a slight nod of farewell and left toward the village, heading to his home for now. He needed to get out of this sweltering cloak, and perhaps prepare for a bit of punishment to come in reparations for waking the MotC so very early. He grinned to himself, wondering just what plans she had already made for it.
Pandora then hissed loudly, as she heard the door close. Blasted people coming in and out, it's amazing she was still alive! At this rate, she'd wither and die long before the century was finished.
Rising from her own chair, Pandora glanced around and then made for her own quarters, the once easy jump took two tries, one per floor, before she even got into the darkness of her own room. Settling herself back on the center of her bed, she sank blissfully back into her DayDeath, for the measly three hours that remained.
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
William, the Tower Guard
Location: Tower
Time: Noon
Ah, midday, when farmers cursed the sunlight and children praised it. Such a study in contradictions! Exactly why Symphony loved it so much.
Her time in Tranquility had been...well...tranquil indeed. During the daylight hours, the mortals of this realm came and went, bustling about their busy days, a few shooting her second glances but nothing more. The nightlife here was...interesting. She, of course, knew that there were other creatures of the night, but that was a discipline that she had never seen fit to follow. Instead her interest lay in the minds and bodies of humans, and all the ways they had of destroying each other--and themselves. Besides, she at least had nothing to fear from Vampires or Mages, and as for the Beastlies...well, she'd have to burn that bridge when she came to it. IF she ever came to it.
For the meantime, she fully intended to get a little more used to this realm. She had already scouted out the villages and the shops, had contemplated entering unto the castle but had decided to postpone that for a bit. Today her attention had been caught by a might tower stretching before her. It seemed both illogical, and a mockery to the simple town around it, and thusly immediately captivated her, especially when she felt her Disquiet flare rampant and her Pythos seem to diminish. How very...intruiging. She approached the door and cocked her head, examining it. Some people of that time would have considered her actions bold and repugnant, especially for a woman, but Symphony did not really care. She hadn't been Raised like that--haha? Humor was something she was still learning.
She raised her fist and knocked boomingly on the tower door. She'd go in anyway, but...usually it was considered "polite" to give people a chance to refuse you entry.
Giving as it were the mid of day, Pandora had relished the reigns to the DayDeath. The sound of pounding on the door two stories below didn't even faze her. Infact, she hadn't even heard it.
William, however, had. The Tower's Guard pushed open the small grate which allowed for him to see outside the Tower without the need of actually opening the door.
"State your business."
His voice trying to be as polite as possible. All too often DayBreak travellers wandered towards the Tower in hopes of getting a tour or something. The door itself was too heavy for anyone without Vampiric or Lycan strength to budge, so those within NightWorld's Tower never had any fear of mortals slipping in.
His tired eye's peered through the small opening, as he studied the woman's form, sniffing the air from behind the closed door. Appears Mortal. Is not a Vampire, nor did she carry the scent of a Lycan, ShapeShifter or Shadowdemon. Interesting...
But the man would most certainly be able to sense the woman's Disquiet. It was her curse, to be exiled even from other creatures of the night, wherever she went. It was her greatest gift, for it flowed forth from the Pythos within her, that gave her her very life.
Despite the fact that humans and nightbreak travellers alike could both tell that she wasn't exactly what she seemed after spending a good length of time with her, Symphony had no ability to work that in reverse. She did not know what manner of creature this man was. She raised her dark hair, dressed in her simple workman's clothes, to better shout to him.
"My...business?"
She thought about this for a split second, her face remaining demure and impassive.
"I have learned no trade yet. I am not a working woman at this point in time. I have no business."
That seemed to rather cover it all, she thought, but she supposed she might as well offer him something.
"I did work for a man as his surgeon and housemaster once, if that is what you mean."[/b][/i]
William grunted as he took what the visitor said in stride. He wasn't exactly the brightest in the Tower, but he took his job quite seriously. Enough so, that he still didn't open the doors to the Tower.
"What you want with the Tower?"
Still patient, though his tone was slightly gruff, given the hour of the call rather then the demeanor of the guest. He had strict orders. No one got into the Tower during the day hours unless a sound part of NightWorld. No one entered the Tower for the first time unless meeting with the Master of the City. And he didn't quite fancy going to wake up that particular Vampire.
"Do yeh need summin?"
He grew slightly aggitated. He was certain he had never seen this woman before, and the last thing he wanted was to have to break the stance on the Master of the City for a unscheduled appointment.
"Oh, that."[/i]
Silly girl. She ought to have known. He wanted an explanation.
"Yes. What sort of man lives in this place? I must know!"
Her voice took on an impatient, and rather desperate tone. Her thirst for understanding was likely something that any good vampire would understand--it was at least as passionate as their cravings for blood.[/color]
Still refusing to open the door, William gave a quiet chuckle. What sort of man, indeed...
"The tower is home to a man whom does not care for visitors, miss."
She seemed harmless enough, but he still didn't want to be the one to wake Pandora. The last time he done that didn't fair too well, and he still had the scar to prove it. On one hand, she would have his head if he refused admission from another NightWorld. On the other, she'd likely have his life should he grant access to someone whom she did not already know.
"Where's your escort, woman?"
Keep her talking and perhaps she wouldn't realize that she was still standing outside. His palms began to sweat, and he tried to keep his thoughts empty, suspecting that the Master of the City could hear them even from her slumber.
During the night he had taken the opportunity to go to his shop and bring his personal and non work related effects to his home, including his modest savings in gems and coin, some minor personal effects, as well as the remainder of his clothing and things of that sort, but while he was at it he may as well deliver his first month's payment for his provided lodgings, shouldn't he? He opened the small chest containing his small fortune and withdrew the four shillings required for this, tucking them into a small bag after tossing aside the idea of paying for several month's in advance. If he did that, he lost even more opportunity to visit the Tower, now didn't he? He stowed the chest away and donned the provided dark green cloak, drawing the hood up over his head to hide the majority of his features before departing.
She stared up at him. She had limited experience with humans, but rather seemed to believe that this man was giving her something of a...runaround.
"Escort? I have no escort. My Master lives far too far away to act as escort, and such it pretty much falls to me to get things done on my own. Is that going to be a problem?"[/b][/i]
'It pretty much falls to me to get things done on my own.' Well, the problem then would lie in exactly what she planned to get done on her own that had to do with the Tower. He quickly pushed these thoughts from her mind, his eye's glancing upward in worry. Nothing moved, and nothing struck him dead, so something had to be alright.
"Have you the Night Tower cloak?"
He glanced through the hole again, as if trying to peer at her standing there, looking if perhaps she held the traditional deep green cloak in hand. Nothing.
"No, apparently not."
Seeming more then a little on edge, he tried this again.
"I'm afraid the 'man whom lives here' isn't in at the moment... Perhaps there's something I can help you with?"
He metally added 'please don't ask to come in, please don't ask...' The last thing he had planned today was waking that woman upstairs up. Why, he hardly surived last time! And man, she could hold a grudge. Right about now, William was wishing anyone would be willing to take his job over for him. Why, he'd even settle for Mathas if the Master of the City hadn't have sent him away.
His pace was moderate, keeping with that of a human who apparently had somewhere to be, but not in quite a hurry. He didn't want to draw undue atention to himself and his destination, now did he? As such, the journey from his home to the Tower was a decent little trip, taking a little while but he eventually made it, his pace slowing for a moment upon seeing someone standing there at the door, apparently arguing with the guard. What was his name....? He knew he'd overheard it at some point during his visits to the Tower....Bill? No, William, that was it...And apparently this visitor didn't get the hint. Then again, there was a.....feeling, for lack of a better word....And it seemed to eminate from the woman...Odd...He almost felt uncomfortable, but before much could be done the beast asserted itself....It would seem that it didn't want to be threatened as such, and the predatory urges began to rush over him....Soon it would take everything he had to keep them at bay, and that was at best...The moon was rapidly approaching
"What goes, here?"
Symphony was finding the encounter more than a little tedious by this point, but she held her emotions in check with amazing, nearly alarming ability. Anger was, of course, a flaw, one she'd have to understand before she could fully appreciate it.
"I just want to meet the human who would dwell within such a monstrosity. Meet him, talk to him--"
But she was cut off at that moment by Tathar's unexpected arrival. She turned her light eyes to regard him, a contradiction in every aspect--beautiful in every way, but radiating some sense of slight wrongness. It would grow in time.
"I am merely having a conversation with this man. That is what goes, although, hopefully, he will allow me to "go" and meet the Master of this castle."
From behind the door, William heard the familiar voice of the lycan whom had come to stay in the Tower only once before. Pandora's words echoed in his mind 'always welcome' and suddenly grew more aggitated. He'd have to open the door now to at least let the green cloaked Smithy in.
"Blessed be, Smithy."
His voice wasn't quite as friendly as usual, instead it seemed all too high pitched and uncomfortable. Almost as if he were terrified of the little woman standing on the other side of the door.
"She comes without appointment. She no cloak. No pass."
Her words stating clearly what she wanted here set him completely on edge, and for a moment he wasn't certain whom he was more terrified of. The woman IN the Tower, or the one standing outside.
"The master is unavailable, Sire."
He was almost pleading with the Smithy to understand. If he went to wake the Master of the City, chances were good he'd never live to see the next shift.
Tathar was sensitive to the guard's emotions, overly so since last night's ..."events"...And he understood completely, playing it off with a monotone voice that betrayed nothing. No emotions, purely set in a business-like way. He nodded politely to William's greeting and turned his head toward this....Thing....She smelled human....But something was off....Something didn't match, and her scent was stale...She very well could be an either previously unknown denizen of NightWorld, or she could be completely new, or she could just be an odd human who needed a wash...Either way, she had no cloak, so he wasn't going to egg the situation on. He reached out, hand clasping the small bag of coins, and held them out to William through the slit in the door. The bag was severely loose, not holding much, so it would likely be able to fit through
"Aye, I know. Please give the master this. It is for the month."
And at that he turned to face the thing once more
"I am sorry, but the owner of this Tower is often away or locked in important matters. You'll not get in without an appointment." [/b][/color]
How...fun? Was that humor? She wasn't sure, so she smiled dryly, in a half attempt. Her eyes did note the transaction. Ah.
"Oh, so the master of this tower is an important figure in the city? Perhaps then this monolith is a testament to pride?"
She shook her head impatiently, keeping her eyes focused on the newcomer as though quite fascinated with him. What mastery this man possesed! He surely would be someone to continue to study. However, far more...informing...was the servant. He seemed quite agitated, although why he should be, she wasn't sure, unless it was her damned cursed Disquiet.
"Very well. I would like to make an appointment, and I would like to buy one of those...cloaks of passage?"
She drew forth the bag of money that her rich, kind, generous, bastardly, betraying, abandoning master had given her in some desperate attempt to make ammends.
"I have this money, to pay my tribute with."
She not only wanted an appointment with the Master of the City, but she wanted to 'buy' her way in? Whatever was this woman thinking? Could she be serious?
William reached his hand out through the small slip in the door and took the pouch offered from the Smithy with a grin. Payment? For the Month? He was obviously missing something...
Bristling, William glanced from the Lycan to the new visitor and back again. His eye's dancing between the two. Perhaps she'd get herself interested in the Smithy, and forget about entering the Tower. Afterall, it had been rumored that he was quite the ladies man.
"Forgive me. M'lady, this is Sire Seregon. He owns the residential Smithary Shop."
Delay delay delay. No matter how long he delayed, there was no way he could stretch it out for another six hours when the Master usually rose.
He sighed heavily...It seemed this woman wasn't just going to give up, and he waved off her offering of coin
"You cannot buy a cloak...And that money was simply rent for the month. The proprietor here owns my home."
Maybe that would satiate her questions on that particular matter, but it was obvious by this point that she wasn't going to go away until she met this Master they kept speaking of, and he stepped foreward to the door, giving a whisper low enough so that only William could hear
"Just open the door, man...And do not worry. I will wake her,"
He gave a look of understanding to him and stepped back, making sure to stay in front of Symphony so he could enter first. Given her current manner of wanting to enter, she was likely to just barge right on in, and that just couldn't happen....He was already putting his life on the line by waking a sleeping Vampire, and during midday, no less.
At last it seemed to be going somewhere. But she was confused.
"Good Day, Master Seregon. Is there some reason why I should not wish to enter? There seems to be a large amount of trepidation surrounding this encounter, and while I would simply LOVE to understand why, I would not at the expense of me........existance."
William grunted again, as the Smithy leaned towards the door. Upon registering his words, the Tower Guard nodded his head, somewhat relieved. He was removing the large wooden bolder that kept the door firmly shut even as the visitor spoke. Easing the door open slowly, still slightly cautious, William sheilded himself by hiding behind it.
"Please. Allow me to show you to the Meeting Room, M'lady."
He stepped from behind the door and gestured deeper into the Tower itself. There wasn't really a 'long route' to take to the Meeting Room, but at least the small room was not the main attraction, and thus was nowhere near the route in which the Lycan would need to take to make it to the Master of the City's private quarters.
He nodded his head briskly to Tathar, and spoke again, moreso to himself then either in attendance.
"I shall attempt to summon the Queen just as soon as I get the Lady settled. I am sure she'd like to meet the... Traveller."
In all honesty, he didn't know if the Queen would even come to his summons. Nor did he have even the slightest idea if she cared to meet the Visitor, but William was certain of one thing. So long as she was in attendance, the Master of the City wasn't likely to kill anyone for the inturruption.
"Good luck to you, Smithy."
He had meant it. He did not envy what that man was about to do. Instead, he gestured again, bidding the visitor to follow him as he led the strange women towards the Meeting Room by standing behind her and guiding her onward.
He nodded to William and entered, waiting until he was sure the man was finished talking, and nodded again at his statement about summoning the Queen. It did seem to be a good idea, at least for the moment, but he hardly doubted that having her here would keep the MotC from doing her best to kill him...Especially since he was technically under her jurisdiction, and as soon as William had led the woman away he set out to the room that would lead him to her quarters, glancing up. Unlike her, it was a jump he could only manage when he was changed, and as much as he would love to strip down and do so right at this moment, just to ensure that he had a fighting chance should she be truly ill tempered, he knew it wasn't a good idea, and instead he would take several leaps, using grooved holes within the wall to carry himself upwards. It didn't take more than a few moments and he was standing on the ledge that she normally leaped down from, and he entered the dark room, looking around a moment before stepping foreward, muscles tensing for what he knew was to come.
She followed without comment, expecting at the very least grand fine furniture, and not this dank, dark tower. Surprises were, she was convinced, mankinds greatest strength. And such she let the intriguing smithy part company, and took her seat without waiting to be asked, taking in the eccentricies with good taste.
The instant someone stepped forth onto her own personal quarters, Pandora was aware of it. She was blessed with the ability to sense danger, and to her, danger meant someone daring to enter her personal section of the Tower. No one had ever been in her own quarters before, thus being instantly forced to wake from her DayDeath was not a pleasant sensation. Even as she was aware that someone was within her room, she couldn't muster the ability to figure out exactly WHO that was. Even his scent didn't register to her.
She lay there, completely awake now, but unmoving on the bed in which she slept every day away. The best offense she had right now is to pretend that she was still deeply involved in the DayDeath that she should have been. Her strength was lacking, her head burned, and even the muscles in her body seemed to protest to this hour of the day.
A million thoughts wanted to flash through her mind, but she couldn't even seem to get THAT one part of her body functioning properly. Still as can be. Unbreathing, inflinching, unaware, she waited. If someone was in her quarters at this ungodly hour, they could only be there for one reason. To kill the Master of the City and take her place. She would wait until they were ready to deal the deathly blow, and then she would strike.
Meanwhile, two stories below, William looked frighteningly around. He debated with whether or not he should stay and ensure that the Visitor didn't move to explore the Tower, or if he should leave her here and keep his word by summoning the Queen.
"If you'll just wait here a moment, your required audience shall come to find you here."
His eye's then darted around nervously again.
"I must step next door and summon the Queen. I shall be but a moment. I ask that you remain here. The Tower is no place for wanderers."
And with that, William shifted out of the room, glad that he had the job of summoning the Queen rather then the Master of the City.
His eyes found her form easily within the darkness of her quarters...Looking so very peaceful...Almost as if she were really and truly just asleep rather than being dead....or undead....And he toyed with the thought of slaying her for a moment...How easy it seemed it would be. To just make his way up here and remove that head that housed those icy eyes...But no...He wasn't one to do that...At least not yet. It did seem that the situation was inevitable, but not just yet. He stopped a good few feet away from her, keeping his voice low, a calm demeanor about him, even though his muscles were still as tense as could be
"You have a visitor..."
Though she could not register the scent, the voice was easy enough to match and Pandora instantly sat up, her eye's unfocused but gazing towards the Lycan, teeth automatically decending as she hissed quietly.
"You awoke me for 'company' you fool? Go away, before this is your last trip!"
She swayed slightly, her strength not quite about her. It wasn't impossible to be awake during the Day, but it proved to be difficult and a Vampire, even a Master Vampire such has herself, was never fully at strength until the sun was gone. Glaring at him now, a small part of her was delighted to see him, even if he were arriving at the most terrible of times. Here, in her own personal quarters where no one lived to tell about. Here, standing directly infront of her, with clearly no inturruptions. No mortals...
Pandora sniffed at the air, still unable to pick up anything. God, this DayDeath was going to bed the end of her.
No matter how small and excited a part of her was to see the Lycan, the Master of the City did not take kindly to uninvited guests in her own quarters, and seeing as it was not yet night, he would need to be taught that it was not acceptable.
If she could just focus long enough to manage some intellegent thoughts, she would probably think of at least a dozen ways in which he could be punished. Right now, however, obviously wasnt a good 'thinking' moment. Hissing again, the Master of the City refused to take her unfocused eye's off of the Lycan.
"Just because you can function during daylight does not grant you freedom to my quarters, Mutt." [/b][/color]
He knew the taboo that was to enter a vampires domain while they were resting...But right at the moment he was unafraid...It seemed she could hardly keep her eyes focused, so he relaxed a bit. He would worry about the consequences of this early and rather rude awakening later when the sun was down. For now, it was time for business, even as much as he wanted to take advantage of the situation...Truth be told, it was exceedingly hard for him to keep his thoughts in check right now
"Do forgive the intrusion, but this particular visitor insisted on meeting with you. I daresay she nearly gave William a fit, as she would not take a simple no for an answer." [/b][/color]
Pandora hissed again at his information and forced herself from the bed, a little too slow for her liking. Infact, everything was a little too slow for her liking. Running her hands through her hair, Pandora tried to make herself at least somewhat presentable, standing there in not but her sleepwear.
"Your take on the idiot whom shows up without an appointment?"
She slipped her feet into a pair of green slippers and grabbed for her cloak. If she couldnt' dress quickly enough, given the state she'd be lucky to make the trip DOWN to the meeting room in one piece, at least the cloak would hide her current state of attire.
"NightWorld? DayBreak? Threat? Imbosol whom needs their neck snapped..."she hissed.
Taking a moment to gather her own focus to at least a minimum, Pandora groaned. God, that sun was bright out there, and even though the Tower held no windows, the effects of it on her physically was not a comfort. The fact that she was standing halfdead in a dark room with the Lycan, an even more worrysome notion.
With a gesture of her hand, Pandora indicated they should get moving. She had no idea how he made it up to her private quarters without changing, and she would ask later. Right now, she had to figure out how to make the drop halfalert.
Meanwhile Willliam returned emptyhandedly. He had approached the castle but saw that it held someone else waiting to be seen, and he had no desire to wait his turn. Instead, he shuffled back into the Meeting Room, surprised to see that the Master wasn't there yet.
"Still waiting, I see?"
He gave an apologetic smile and a stiff shrug of his shoulders.
"Can I get you anything?"[/b][/i]
He thought for a moment, hand raising to scratch his chin lightly. He ignored the fact that she was acting rather weak...Choosing to show at least enough respect for her to act as if he had not seen it, but he did watch as she dressed
"Human, it would seem.....But she smells...stale. It's hard to describe. Perhaps you will be better able to derive it yourself?"
and with that he turned at the indication by her hand, moving to the ledge and dropping down first, landing gracefully enough into a crouch, knuckles of his fist stopping the momentum of his torso as he did so, and he stood, moving out of the way so she could do so as well
Even from her position standing at the edge of the drop, Pandora could hear what the visitor said to poor William. Her voice followed her down, as she took a single step from the top floor of the Tower, and fell down the two stories which would ultimately land her just outside the Meeting Room. The Tower only had doors on the second floor to protect the NightWorld quarters, and thus voices were easy to travel through.
As Pandora fell, she bent her knees and braced her fall with the palm of her left hand, so that when she finally reached the floor, she would be crouched closer to the floor to ensure none of her bones would snap. They, of course, would heal, but the timeconsuming process was never pleasant.
"That will be all, William. We shall discuss this later."
Her gaze landed on the Lycan and she gestured that he might as well follow her into the room. And into the meeting room, she went. Her footsteps silent, and only the sound of the cloak brushing against the stone floor beneath announced her arrival. The woman, if that was truely what she was, sat among the 11 chairs of the meeting table, looking quite confident for someone whom did not know what she was dealing with. Even from here, Pandora could smell the difference in which Tathar had mentioned moments after he dragged her from sleep.
"Becareful what you wish for, child."
She crossed the room and slowly, as if an old woman trapped in the body of a 19 year old, sank into her usual chair at the head of the table.
At last. Why mortals deemed it so imperitive to be "fashionably late" she'd never gotten. It was just another flaw for her to pick apart. She did not rise but did at least turn her hungry expression to the woman.
"Ah. At last, and you are not what I have expected."
Dillydallying was not one of her better suits. Small talk was for the bored.
"I wish for...to meet you, to speak with you, and to understand what sort of...woman...would hole herself away in a tower all day, sending out manservants as though she had some greater right than they, that they should have to listen to her."
She paused again, for she was not stupid.
"And I mean that with...the highest respect." [/b][/color]
He followed along behind her at this point, keeping a respectful distance since there were others around. And as indicated he followed her into the meeting room as well, but he took no seat, instead choosing to stand in a spot where he could observe the both of them, watching the proceedings. He had nothing better to do right now, after all
Pandora pointedly ignored the woman's inquiries for the moment, as she never did answer questions willingly. She had no duty to anyone but her own Maker and he was long since disappeared. Instead, Pandora turned to the Lycan, noting that he seemed more himself now then he had the past two nigh'. She could not aford to dwindle on this minor observation at the moment, and thus turned her eye's back to the invited visitor.
"You come to my home, demand entery with my Guard, make yourself comfortable at MY table, and expect me to answer your questions? How interesting."
Her voice was that of the monotoned that the Master of the City used more often then not, almost as if she were immensly bored with the current conversation. With a gesture of her arm, she encouraged the young lass to continue talking.
"Are there any more demands you wish to have met?"
She was, onbviously, being sarcastic and to prove her point, she continued on without so much as waiting for the woman's response.
"How about we start with who you are, or rather WHAT you are. You resemble the residents here within my home, and yet you smell as if you do not quite belong. You give off an air about you that rendered even my brave guard uncomfortable, and even the Smithy there will not come closer. Perhaps you had better explain before you assume you shall be granted the privledge of staying, let alone living to escape." [/i]
Instantly and perceptably, they'd notice that Symphony would perk up, her interest spiked. This woman was even better than the man had been! And her sarcasm was wasted on poor Symphony, who had only before this point had her master and the angry mobs pounding at his door for company. She opened her mouth to speak, then snapped it shut as she was denied the opportunity, those light eyes narrowing.
"Of course. Forgive me, I had forgotten that greatest vice of pride, and the need to exert control. Very well then. My name is Symphony De Madrid, thus named by my former Master. As for what I am, I have nothing to hide from you, since it is now apparent that you are not a human, with a psyche too fragile to handle the truth. I am what is known as a Galateid, according to my master. It means that even after death, I was able once more to be graced with a mockery semblance of life. The feeling that accompanies me wherever I go is known as Disquiet, and it is the bane of my existance. I have no control over it yet, though I work constantly to master it. I pose no threat to you, Lady of the castle, merely an inquiring mind into the ways of others."[/b][/i]
As his gaze danced between the two of them as they spoke, he began to wonder exactly who this newcomer thought she was...And he wasn't put off by the air she had around her...rather, he was being cautious, and would continue to do so until he was sure of what she was....She smelled human...But something was off about it, and until that question was answered he would keep his distance. As he had told the vampire just two nights before, his own survival and well-being came first, and he wasn't going to foolishly rush into a situation such as this without being well informed, at the very least...And it would seem that by her information that she had just given, it was no cause for alarm, and he moved to take a seat himself, making sure to keep his features hidden under the darkness of the hood of his cloak so he could watch without fear of having his reactions seen...at least by the semblance of a human that was here. Disquiet.....It sounded oddly like the delirium caused by his kind when they were changed....Only, the effects were different....At least as far as he had seen.
Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head as the Smithy took a seat, her eye's still on the new arrival to the Realm. Of course, all NightWorld individuals were required to see her before making a perminate residence within Tranquility, but couldn't they at least keep a decent time?!
"I see."
Pandora let these thoughts float through her half mind, until she was satisfied that she had obsorbed the general gist of it.
"Well then, seeing as you are a part of the NightWorld, you shall be given a cloak as well. These cloaks are to be worn EVERY time you approach the Tower, to prevent those Mortals from making your identity. Furthermore, you shall NOT demand an audience during the daylight hours, and are to seek me out only with a scheduled appointment between the hours of six pm and six am. You will reveal your.. race, for lack of a better term, to no one outside this room, and you will ensure that you do not break the laws within our fair Hidden Realm of Tranquility. I have no paitence for unabiding individuals, do I make myself perfectly clear?"
She paused only a fraction of a second, before she continued, her voice crisp as if accustomed to being obeyed.
"If you are simply passing through, then be on with it. If you intend to stay longer, I suggest you speak with William, my guard, on your way out to set a time in which you will return here WITH your cloak, to discuss such matters. I do not appreciate being forced to entertain when I have more pressing matters to attend to."
Pandora gestured with a single hand towards the Lycan.
"He will see you out. Should you still be within my lands four nights from now, you will return and we shall discuss this when I care to sit around chatting. Not before, not after."
The Master of the City didn't bother looking to Tathar to confirm that he would escort the unwanted visitor out. Instead, she simply stared directly ahead, expecting her orders to be followed.
Well, he took that as his que and stood, moving over to where the woman was seated, waiting until she had stood and leading her toward the exit. William no doubt already had her own cloak in hand by that point, and when she had it he left the Tower, making sure that she was close behind until the door was closed, at which point he simply gave her a slight nod of farewell and left toward the village, heading to his home for now. He needed to get out of this sweltering cloak, and perhaps prepare for a bit of punishment to come in reparations for waking the MotC so very early. He grinned to himself, wondering just what plans she had already made for it.
Pandora then hissed loudly, as she heard the door close. Blasted people coming in and out, it's amazing she was still alive! At this rate, she'd wither and die long before the century was finished.
Rising from her own chair, Pandora glanced around and then made for her own quarters, the once easy jump took two tries, one per floor, before she even got into the darkness of her own room. Settling herself back on the center of her bed, she sank blissfully back into her DayDeath, for the measly three hours that remained.
