Post by Pandora LeAmour on Aug 3, 2009 20:44:44 GMT -5
Pandora LeAmour
Symphony De Madrid
Location: The Tower
Time: five hours after sunset
Alright so last night didn't go too well. She had managed to stumble her way back to the Meeting Room after too long on bedrest, so to speak, but her strength still hadn't returned. And she had a lot more on her mind then usual. More then ever in all her centuries of living, for that matter.
Perhaps that was why she had handled Sotharin so poorly. The man, even now, was still waiting in the Holding Cells. Personally, Pandora had every intention of going and speaking with him tonight. Perhaps a long night in the small cell would have reminded him who he was. Who she was.
But her night had not progressed after that. Infact, she found herself retiring back to her own cot long before Tathar returned home to her. To her. No, no. He never returned TO her. He returned to his home. There was a difference.
Infront of Pandora sat a large stack of parchments. Not neglected work, no Tathar had managed to do her job quite well. It was the mess of the High Priestess she was supposed to be cleaning up this minute. Pandora, however, just couldn't seem to will herself to read even a single of the parchment papers.
She had one in her hands now, her eye's focused on it. Her mind, however, was elsewhere.
Ah, such a delightful coincidence that this night, Symphony, fully intending to find her way to visit Sotharian in th ecell she assumed he was still occupying but instead who should she come across other than her favorite Patient. She stood for a moment in the, for lack of a better word, doorway, vibrant green eyes drinking in the downcast eyes, the distracted demeanor. A tiny smirk appeared on her lips, no more than just a twitching at the corners. Pride was, after all, her unadmitted vice.
She entered slowly, casually.
Pandora must have been so out of sorts that she hadn't even been aware of Symponys arrival. How unsettling that could have been, if she had the strength to care. Instead, Pandora kept her eye's upon her page, an unfamiliar smile caressing her face.
She finally glanced up from her parchments, her eye's gentle. Gentle? Pandora, heavens not! And yet...
Pandora would likely be able to feel the Disquiet radiating off of Symphony, since it was kind of strong tonight. She entered a few more steps, casting a cursory glance at the abandoned archway. Perhaps Pandora was witing for tathar? But no matter.
Those green eyes were dancing with the Pythos inside. it would appear that SYmph was in flying spirits, even in fher player is having strange typing difficulties.
Her gloved hands folded beneath the table, into her own lap. She remained expressionless, though the disquiet from the construct did nothing to help her.
She tilted her head ever so slightly, that smile still upon her lips, a thing that simply didn't seem to belong after all those centuries without it.
In all truth, Pandora didn't care to be evaluated by anyone for a very long time. Unfortunately, given her current position, she was subjected to them more often then not. Even were the Council not evaluating her every move, her subjects would be. Evaluating to see if she was fit to lead them. Fit to be Master of the City. What was one more evaluation compared to thousand others.
Her face was painted quite well this evening, for even Bertha had outdone herself. Pandora looked the creamest of creams, pale beyond the living. Upon her colorless lips, the brightest of reds. A nice contrast to her painted skin.
There was no sign of weakness in her. She appeared exactly as she always had, and yet nothing like. Her reserve, her strength, her power radiated from her as always. It was the paint job, the smile upon her face, that marked a change.
Those dark curls tumbled as she tilted her head as she stepped even clsoer. Without asking permission, she drew out a chair of her own violition, almost as though she suspected Pandora wouldn't be able to pull it off.
It was true. She might grow weary eventually of Tathar's unpredictable predictability. Sotharan's crazed delusions held little appeal to her--but that was another point. She iddly reached out a hand, almost as though she were going to try to touch the master's face, but restrained herself at the last second.
She pulled back her hand a bit, iddly examining her fingernails, trying to appear much less interested than she actually felt.
It was probably a good thing that the construct did not attempt to touch Pandora. No one touched the Master Vampire without her consent, and Symphony would have regretted it, Pandora would have made certain of that.
No, he wouldn't receive the same punishment as Mathas had. But he most certainly would receive one just as terrible, were he to continue with his behavior.
Pandora's eye's drifted to the archway. No one stood there. She turned soft blue eye's back to Symphony. Already the woman had been granted a free pass. Perhaps it had gone unnoticed. Perhaps not. Either way, Pandora didn't care to grant another. She was in a testy mood this evening.
Whether out of a sense of self preservation, or merley because she had other things on her mind, Symphony did not press her luck.
She looked to the woman, wondering how much she knew, wondering how much she should tell her. What if the Master sent her away? People here --well certain people at least--were so INTERESTING. She hadn't been attacked once yet. She twisted her fingers, still clad in Tathar's stolen gloves, around on the table.
She looked slightly alarmed, or, at least as alarmed as she ever had.
Pandora's eyebrows shot up, both at the same time. One of these days she would master the ability to move one without the other. One of these days...
Her voice was gentle, but still toned for authority. She never could seem to speak without the sensation that she was accustomed to being obeyed. A voice to be reckoned with.
She probably should have elaborated on that. Any room in which she and Tathar appeared alone were off limits, but the construct would have simply found a way around it, one way or another. Better to keep the rules simple.
The first signs of irritation crossed her face at that. The ironic part was, by Pandora denying her all options for her studies, she'd merely ask even more questions, and probably learn much more for the vampire's reactions than she would by snooping.
She decided to leave the job talk for another time. After all, she hadn't given into Tathar when he was master, and unless Pandora impressed her, she wasn't going to give in to her either.
Pandora gave a quiet chuckle, that smile of her's blossoming as if she were truely amused. Of course, the paint on her lips made it seem frighteningly contrasted. Not even a hint of her canines flashed, years of experience.
Her expression remained soft, but her voice resisted that illusion. She would not weaver from that statment in the slightest. It was fine to be observed, to be studied. But even she deserved as normal a life she could grip upon when the day was done.
Oh, double edged swords were these two women, connundrums, examples of deception them both. For now Symphony was obviously disheartened, but how well she did pass it off.
She rose, made that half a moment movement towards her once again, then clenched her fists. Tathar's gloves were so huge that they squeaked when she did this.
It was a good spiel. It was even mostly true. She would not bow.
Pandora's face was gentle everstill. She kept her gloved hands in her lap. Yes, the construct would get her protection, but not because she requested it. Symphony belonged to her. She was the child's Master. And it is the duty of a master to protect their own.
Her lips did twitch, however, at the mention of the company of the Smithy, and Pandora's eyes followed the construct out, expecting to see Tathar standing there in the archway. He was not. She was disappointed, but did not let it show.
She would remain here for a few moments still, simply to ensure that Symphony had found her way to Sotharin's holding cell. Then and only then, would she first seek out a provided meal and return to her own chambers. It was time for a serious journal update and the events of the day had worn her thin. Soon she would have her strength about her enough to survive the entire evening. As it stood now, the meals provided weren't strong enough to allow her but a few hours awake before she grew tired again.
Symphony De Madrid
Location: The Tower
Time: five hours after sunset
Alright so last night didn't go too well. She had managed to stumble her way back to the Meeting Room after too long on bedrest, so to speak, but her strength still hadn't returned. And she had a lot more on her mind then usual. More then ever in all her centuries of living, for that matter.
Perhaps that was why she had handled Sotharin so poorly. The man, even now, was still waiting in the Holding Cells. Personally, Pandora had every intention of going and speaking with him tonight. Perhaps a long night in the small cell would have reminded him who he was. Who she was.
But her night had not progressed after that. Infact, she found herself retiring back to her own cot long before Tathar returned home to her. To her. No, no. He never returned TO her. He returned to his home. There was a difference.
Infront of Pandora sat a large stack of parchments. Not neglected work, no Tathar had managed to do her job quite well. It was the mess of the High Priestess she was supposed to be cleaning up this minute. Pandora, however, just couldn't seem to will herself to read even a single of the parchment papers.
She had one in her hands now, her eye's focused on it. Her mind, however, was elsewhere.
Ah, such a delightful coincidence that this night, Symphony, fully intending to find her way to visit Sotharian in th ecell she assumed he was still occupying but instead who should she come across other than her favorite Patient. She stood for a moment in the, for lack of a better word, doorway, vibrant green eyes drinking in the downcast eyes, the distracted demeanor. A tiny smirk appeared on her lips, no more than just a twitching at the corners. Pride was, after all, her unadmitted vice.
"I told her she was counting stitches that weren't there. She did not believe me. And here I was, right. Of course. There could have been no other way. But...how is it that your pride carries beyond the grave? Even as a creature as despised as I am, how can you still find the strength? Tell me, Pandora. I must know."
She entered slowly, casually.
Pandora must have been so out of sorts that she hadn't even been aware of Symponys arrival. How unsettling that could have been, if she had the strength to care. Instead, Pandora kept her eye's upon her page, an unfamiliar smile caressing her face.
"Come in, Symphony. Do not block the archway else you'll find you are equally criptive on your stomache as you are your feet."
She finally glanced up from her parchments, her eye's gentle. Gentle? Pandora, heavens not! And yet...
"I am most often then not underestimated. Even the death of Mathas could not kill me. Now, tell me child, what is it that brings you here?"
Pandora would likely be able to feel the Disquiet radiating off of Symphony, since it was kind of strong tonight. She entered a few more steps, casting a cursory glance at the abandoned archway. Perhaps Pandora was witing for tathar? But no matter.
"Why Master Pandora, what other reason could there be than a chance to get to speak with you, to see you, to evaluate you after such a....tragedy. Its a pity about mathas...I only met him once, and could not stand the voice against my ears, but I can't deny he was quite the beautfiul lad. Still, I'm surprised you sentenced him so, especially with the consequences rendered unto yourself."
Those green eyes were dancing with the Pythos inside. it would appear that SYmph was in flying spirits, even in fher player is having strange typing difficulties.
Her gloved hands folded beneath the table, into her own lap. She remained expressionless, though the disquiet from the construct did nothing to help her.
"Mathas was not mine to sentence. Tathar chose his punishment, and each lash he rightly deserved. My servant or not, Symphony, I do not tolerate a challange against my laws."
She tilted her head ever so slightly, that smile still upon her lips, a thing that simply didn't seem to belong after all those centuries without it.
"Have I passed your evaluation, child?"
In all truth, Pandora didn't care to be evaluated by anyone for a very long time. Unfortunately, given her current position, she was subjected to them more often then not. Even were the Council not evaluating her every move, her subjects would be. Evaluating to see if she was fit to lead them. Fit to be Master of the City. What was one more evaluation compared to thousand others.
Her face was painted quite well this evening, for even Bertha had outdone herself. Pandora looked the creamest of creams, pale beyond the living. Upon her colorless lips, the brightest of reds. A nice contrast to her painted skin.
There was no sign of weakness in her. She appeared exactly as she always had, and yet nothing like. Her reserve, her strength, her power radiated from her as always. It was the paint job, the smile upon her face, that marked a change.
Those dark curls tumbled as she tilted her head as she stepped even clsoer. Without asking permission, she drew out a chair of her own violition, almost as though she suspected Pandora wouldn't be able to pull it off.
"Why care you what I think? I remain, as ever, just a humble servant, a mere observer of your facade of mortality--which, I see tonight you have thankfully abandoned. Such is a good thing, as lies do not become you. As it stands, I doubt I'll ever tire of examinging you of all people, Pandora."
It was true. She might grow weary eventually of Tathar's unpredictable predictability. Sotharan's crazed delusions held little appeal to her--but that was another point. She iddly reached out a hand, almost as though she were going to try to touch the master's face, but restrained herself at the last second.
"what will happen to Sotharan, Master? Is he to meet the same fate, so easily discarded as your last servant? Will his pale face be the next to decorate your cemetary? Surely not one that I'd want to be buried beside if I ever get forced into the dirt again."
She pulled back her hand a bit, iddly examining her fingernails, trying to appear much less interested than she actually felt.
It was probably a good thing that the construct did not attempt to touch Pandora. No one touched the Master Vampire without her consent, and Symphony would have regretted it, Pandora would have made certain of that.
"That is entirely up to Sotharin, Symphony. He dances a dangerous game and I care not if he dies a traitors death. It will be of his own actions, and no one elses."
No, he wouldn't receive the same punishment as Mathas had. But he most certainly would receive one just as terrible, were he to continue with his behavior.
"Sotharin needs to learn his place. If it takes death to teach him that, that is what will be done."
Pandora's eye's drifted to the archway. No one stood there. She turned soft blue eye's back to Symphony. Already the woman had been granted a free pass. Perhaps it had gone unnoticed. Perhaps not. Either way, Pandora didn't care to grant another. She was in a testy mood this evening.
Whether out of a sense of self preservation, or merley because she had other things on her mind, Symphony did not press her luck.
"Fool. I did tell him it was an idiots errand at any rate. Pity, because perhaps otherwise under the new laws he would have been free to leave during the day, but I suppose if there is anyone who is a danger to the people of Tranquility, it would be him. And speaking of dangers..."
She looked to the woman, wondering how much she knew, wondering how much she should tell her. What if the Master sent her away? People here --well certain people at least--were so INTERESTING. She hadn't been attacked once yet. She twisted her fingers, still clad in Tathar's stolen gloves, around on the table.
"Speaking of dangers...my presence here has not gone unnoticed, master. I promise you that I have not stepped a single toe out of line, but...there is a man, I know him not....he is asking questions...asking after a women who resembles me...calling her a criminal. But he is asking the mortals....and I fear it will not be long before one of them confesses to having seen me...."
She looked slightly alarmed, or, at least as alarmed as she ever had.
"Pray, Master Pandora, let me take my studies of you closer to home. Let me stay within the tower for a few days, at least until his questions cease?"
Pandora's eyebrows shot up, both at the same time. One of these days she would master the ability to move one without the other. One of these days...
Her voice was gentle, but still toned for authority. She never could seem to speak without the sensation that she was accustomed to being obeyed. A voice to be reckoned with.
"You are more then welcome to a room in the NightWorld Quarters, Symphony. But do not mistake that for your studies. I cannot have you lurking about my home. It is unprofessional. You are free to travel the grounds, mind you, but mark my words. My private quarters, are off limits."
She probably should have elaborated on that. Any room in which she and Tathar appeared alone were off limits, but the construct would have simply found a way around it, one way or another. Better to keep the rules simple.
"You will still be required to find a job, though if the outside world unsettles you, I will happily find a position for you within the tower that will earn your keep here."
The first signs of irritation crossed her face at that. The ironic part was, by Pandora denying her all options for her studies, she'd merely ask even more questions, and probably learn much more for the vampire's reactions than she would by snooping.
"Unprofessional? I care not for the dynamics. No, you know why I so crave my understandings. Besides, humanity might only be understood by understanding its opposites...those who could never, ever hope to achieve it. And I can't think of a better teacher than yourself Master. But why bother denying me? What are you hiding up there? Is it the blacksmith? Lust is such a simple sin, the delicious taste of cursed flesh. Or is it your pride agian? Your space is your sanctuary perhaps? Surely it can't be simple greed, for you have nothing physical I desire. Surely it cant be envy, for the same reason in reverse. I can't picture it to be that fell of Shame or fear...not for you. If ever fear has crossed those beautiful baby blues in recent years I'll be sincerely surprised. So why the declaration? What are you denying me? It matters little, I can glean whatever I desire merely from speaking to you...and the smith."
She decided to leave the job talk for another time. After all, she hadn't given into Tathar when he was master, and unless Pandora impressed her, she wasn't going to give in to her either.
Pandora gave a quiet chuckle, that smile of her's blossoming as if she were truely amused. Of course, the paint on her lips made it seem frighteningly contrasted. Not even a hint of her canines flashed, years of experience.
"I am upon the eye of all of NightWorld every evening, child. My every move, every expression, examined. My business is aired for all of NightWorld in this realm and the next. It is my job to allow those to observe, to learn, to study. However, I do deserve a private affair when I am not on duty. My chambers are offlimits."
Her expression remained soft, but her voice resisted that illusion. She would not weaver from that statment in the slightest. It was fine to be observed, to be studied. But even she deserved as normal a life she could grip upon when the day was done.
Oh, double edged swords were these two women, connundrums, examples of deception them both. For now Symphony was obviously disheartened, but how well she did pass it off.
"How well you are at dodging questions, my esteemed master. How well you try to cover your tracks. Perhaps you will be surprised to hear that I'll not challenge your authority. No, I much prefer to count you amongst my allies than my enemies--not that I believe we shall ever accomplish as much. very well, to prove that despite whatever......arrangements Sotharan would believe we have, to prove my fealty to you, I will remain....helpful within the tower until this...man leaves town. In exchange, I ask your protection, which I know you will give, for to place me in danger would place you in harm's way also."
She rose, made that half a moment movement towards her once again, then clenched her fists. Tathar's gloves were so huge that they squeaked when she did this.
"Fare well, my favorite Master. Enjoy the ever so delightful company of the smith. I believe I shall go see my Unseelie friend, and then find myself something to occupy my interest. Until we meet again, I remain, as ever, your servant."
It was a good spiel. It was even mostly true. She would not bow.
Pandora's face was gentle everstill. She kept her gloved hands in her lap. Yes, the construct would get her protection, but not because she requested it. Symphony belonged to her. She was the child's Master. And it is the duty of a master to protect their own.
Her lips did twitch, however, at the mention of the company of the Smithy, and Pandora's eyes followed the construct out, expecting to see Tathar standing there in the archway. He was not. She was disappointed, but did not let it show.
She would remain here for a few moments still, simply to ensure that Symphony had found her way to Sotharin's holding cell. Then and only then, would she first seek out a provided meal and return to her own chambers. It was time for a serious journal update and the events of the day had worn her thin. Soon she would have her strength about her enough to survive the entire evening. As it stood now, the meals provided weren't strong enough to allow her but a few hours awake before she grew tired again.
