Post by :: Pandie :: on Nov 15, 2009 0:06:14 GMT -5
Portier
Pandora
Raistlin
Mentioned in this roleplay: Portier, Raistlin, Pandora, Symphony, Tathar.
So, she wasn't roaming the holding cells looking for her next meal. She wasn't 'politely' interrogating anyone, and she wasn't sitting high and mighty on that there throne in the Meeting Room (which I swear was there before I moved in!). No no, instead Pandora was once again within the dark room of the Archives.
She wasn't seated at the table, spine straight, looking sexy and empowering, but instead was probably a sight for sore eyes curled up between thousands of binded parchments on the floor, muttering to herself, at that.
Bloody grand idea to let all the workers in the tower go. Bloody grand idea, indeed. Now she was stuck picking up the massive amount of books that 'mysteriously' found their way to the floor instead of in their proper place among the shelves.
She pulled on her black gloves and soothed her new corset and trousers of matchin' black into their rightful place. Stepping from the room she had stayed in for the past couple of nights she took the key she had been given and tucked it neatly into her clevage. She turned and walked passed the meeting room, she couldn't feel Pandora, but she knew she was stirring somewhere. Her hair was down and clung to her naked shoulders. She brushed hair back and her brilliant cloudy blues scanned over the dark climbing passage. She with fluidity climbed to the room above. Her boots digging in to control her weight against the side, then she leapt and landed flatfoodedly against the floor of the Library.
She formed a fist with one hand and shook the fingers on the other. She moved around the room, to where the dim light shined. Lifting her gaze she found no Pandora at the table....her brows worked ..she had been sure she sensed her somewhere... Turnin' she glanced along the rows of bookshelves and spotted her kneelin in the midst of the mess she had made... lookkin' rather unlike herself... What the bloody...
Pandora hadn't heard Portier climb up, land or her classy (if not somewhat slutty) walk as she approached. Big shocker there, what with the whole mortals death thing. Unfortunately, even that couldn't make the woman go deaf, thus when Portier spoke, Pandora looked up, a normal reaction to when a voice jumps out at you from nowhere (despite some idiots habits of instantly assuming it's a ghost, and screaming their heads off). She gave Portier a tired, but kind smile (hey, she'd been practicing that one in the mirror!) and stopped staring at the mess. Instead, Pandora reached out and took hold of a single book among the dozens.
Slowly, Pandora struggled to her feet, and I do mean struggled. (Have you ever actually TRIED to stand up with one of those big bulky gowns on?! Not as easy a task as they make it out to be!) Careful to not step on anything important, she carried the single book to the old table which was stacked with parchments waiting for her to sort through (Hey, if you suddenly went from 'energizer bunny' to the easter bunny, you'd find better thing's to do then work, too, ya know!) and placed it atop a few pages.
She rolled her eyes at Pandora's unease of getting up in her gown. If she hadn't been so worried about ruinin' a dress when she had so many.... Biting the inside of her cheek she looked at the mounds of papers on the desk. Her brows falling back into their normal place. Pandora had been spacing out..but why?
She didn't try to make any excused for not doing it yet, as Pandora would likely ignore them anyway. She wasn't the kind to try and hide in the bush and expand on reasons why she had been relaxed. She just simply continued..
It wasn't as easy as waltzing in and takin' names. Ya know? She shook her head at Pandora who expected everything was as easy for everyone to do as it was for her. She didn't think telling someone of their planned demise would be the easiest....infact she found it rather hard for someone she held in high reguards...so much as she did Raistlin. Her orbs shifted from a cool swirl to a torment of shadowy lurkyness.
Pandora snorted, when usually she would remain unexpressive. Lord, was she losing her touch. This curse thing was becoming a real pain in the ass (which, if she was not mistaken, was certainly starting to get bigger!). With that thought, Pandora stopped herself before she could turn her back on Portier. Instead, she bent and scooped up the nearest book from the floor to her current position.
Pandora remained hunched over and gathered another book, tucking it in the crook of her arm, before reaching for the next without standing.
he watched as she fought herself to decide what to do. The woman was going senile.. Tilting her head she stared at her then blinked herself into reality. Running her tounge over the inside of her mouth she counted teeth as it went.
Indeed unless told otherwise..she would do everything for the woman.
Even though she hadn't seen her for a few days being within the tower, she knew Symph was just doing what she did best. Searching for herself... Her brows drew up into a triangluar mess. She studied Pandora further...jealousy?
Raistlin was quietly staring at a book within the Library, his golden orbs occasionally flickering towards the sounds of voices that broke the Silence. To him, they seemed louder than an army of Dwarves marching through a Overgrown Forest. Twice had he lost his place from having to look up from their voices echoing through the usually empty walls of the Library. He moved towards the end of the row he had been standing in, the Tome still in his hand, and peered over toward the unfamiliar voice. He had very little time to explore the world that he had found himself in after waking up. His golden orbs squinted as they tried to pierce through the dimly lit room. He had very little time to spend here, and slowly began to make his way towards the Door leading out of the Library. Time was running out for him, and he had an appointment to keep, and he fully intended to keep it... if only he could get by unnoticed
Pandora didn't take notice of Raistlin in the slightest (which in itself was a big shocker, don't you reckon?) and instead had her eye's fastened on Portier. The image of her and Symphony was... Well, let's just leave it at that. (Hey, shed been getting about as much as dead girl lately!)
Oh, the wonderful images one could generate from that statement, though Pandora didn't attempt to correct herself. She never did. Instead, Pandora rested that (ever growing) behind of hers against the table, her arms full of books.
She wondered if she meant Tathar... Lifting one corner of her mouth into a g rin she shifted and caught the smell of him...Her orbs settled, and her heartbeat quickened, but she didn't move, she looked back to pandora and smothered any other thought or vocal communication..
She thought of what she would say ..perhaps she didn't have to tell Raist at all.. Pandora was about to blow herself way out of the waters..
And wouldn't it be just like Pandora, to ruin a perfectly good (if not entirely evil) plan? But, she was never really a chatter, so long as you didn't count the last time Portier and Pandora spoke and she blabbed like a child about her deepest secret.
Pandora then did something she probably never would have done in her right mind. She dropped the arm full of her books, the sound seeming to echo off the walls.
She laughed quietly, before continuing.
Pandora
Raistlin
Mentioned in this roleplay: Portier, Raistlin, Pandora, Symphony, Tathar.
So, she wasn't roaming the holding cells looking for her next meal. She wasn't 'politely' interrogating anyone, and she wasn't sitting high and mighty on that there throne in the Meeting Room (which I swear was there before I moved in!). No no, instead Pandora was once again within the dark room of the Archives.
She wasn't seated at the table, spine straight, looking sexy and empowering, but instead was probably a sight for sore eyes curled up between thousands of binded parchments on the floor, muttering to herself, at that.
Bloody grand idea to let all the workers in the tower go. Bloody grand idea, indeed. Now she was stuck picking up the massive amount of books that 'mysteriously' found their way to the floor instead of in their proper place among the shelves.
She pulled on her black gloves and soothed her new corset and trousers of matchin' black into their rightful place. Stepping from the room she had stayed in for the past couple of nights she took the key she had been given and tucked it neatly into her clevage. She turned and walked passed the meeting room, she couldn't feel Pandora, but she knew she was stirring somewhere. Her hair was down and clung to her naked shoulders. She brushed hair back and her brilliant cloudy blues scanned over the dark climbing passage. She with fluidity climbed to the room above. Her boots digging in to control her weight against the side, then she leapt and landed flatfoodedly against the floor of the Library.
She formed a fist with one hand and shook the fingers on the other. She moved around the room, to where the dim light shined. Lifting her gaze she found no Pandora at the table....her brows worked ..she had been sure she sensed her somewhere... Turnin' she glanced along the rows of bookshelves and spotted her kneelin in the midst of the mess she had made... lookkin' rather unlike herself... What the bloody...
"What are you doing Pandora?...The floor that amusing? "
[/b][/u][/center]Pandora hadn't heard Portier climb up, land or her classy (if not somewhat slutty) walk as she approached. Big shocker there, what with the whole mortals death thing. Unfortunately, even that couldn't make the woman go deaf, thus when Portier spoke, Pandora looked up, a normal reaction to when a voice jumps out at you from nowhere (despite some idiots habits of instantly assuming it's a ghost, and screaming their heads off). She gave Portier a tired, but kind smile (hey, she'd been practicing that one in the mirror!) and stopped staring at the mess. Instead, Pandora reached out and took hold of a single book among the dozens.
"It is dull. Much uglier then I'm accustomed to. Then again, at this level, it is bound to look a little different, would you not say?"
Slowly, Pandora struggled to her feet, and I do mean struggled. (Have you ever actually TRIED to stand up with one of those big bulky gowns on?! Not as easy a task as they make it out to be!) Careful to not step on anything important, she carried the single book to the old table which was stacked with parchments waiting for her to sort through (Hey, if you suddenly went from 'energizer bunny' to the easter bunny, you'd find better thing's to do then work, too, ya know!) and placed it atop a few pages.
"Has the task been completed yet?"
[/b][/u][/center]She rolled her eyes at Pandora's unease of getting up in her gown. If she hadn't been so worried about ruinin' a dress when she had so many.... Biting the inside of her cheek she looked at the mounds of papers on the desk. Her brows falling back into their normal place. Pandora had been spacing out..but why?
"..Not yet, was on my way there..when I sensed you roamin' about up here.."
She didn't try to make any excused for not doing it yet, as Pandora would likely ignore them anyway. She wasn't the kind to try and hide in the bush and expand on reasons why she had been relaxed. She just simply continued..
".. I have been workin' on what I shall say, or how I shall go about it..."
It wasn't as easy as waltzing in and takin' names. Ya know? She shook her head at Pandora who expected everything was as easy for everyone to do as it was for her. She didn't think telling someone of their planned demise would be the easiest....infact she found it rather hard for someone she held in high reguards...so much as she did Raistlin. Her orbs shifted from a cool swirl to a torment of shadowy lurkyness.
"I can't walk in, and just blurt it out...Not with him, you should understand that.."
[/b][/u][/center]Pandora snorted, when usually she would remain unexpressive. Lord, was she losing her touch. This curse thing was becoming a real pain in the ass (which, if she was not mistaken, was certainly starting to get bigger!). With that thought, Pandora stopped herself before she could turn her back on Portier. Instead, she bent and scooped up the nearest book from the floor to her current position.
"Not with him? Why not with him? You've had no trouble telling me, multiple times might I add, of my own... future."
Pandora remained hunched over and gathered another book, tucking it in the crook of her arm, before reaching for the next without standing.
"Or is it, perhaps, that you still have a torch burning for the fool. Make no mistake, Portier, he will never change. Do not lust after someone whom will only keep you around as long as you are useful to him. Why do you think I have told you to do it, instead of seeing him myself."
[/b][/u][/center]he watched as she fought herself to decide what to do. The woman was going senile.. Tilting her head she stared at her then blinked herself into reality. Running her tounge over the inside of her mouth she counted teeth as it went.
"...I've never told you...that you were doomed to die.. Pandora.. I would do anything to keep that from happenin'.."
Indeed unless told otherwise..she would do everything for the woman.
"...I have no torch for him... as you so put it.. I do not lust... Symphony takes all the lusty calls from this body these days...it's quite....fascinating...monogamy is..."
Even though she hadn't seen her for a few days being within the tower, she knew Symph was just doing what she did best. Searching for herself... Her brows drew up into a triangluar mess. She studied Pandora further...jealousy?
"...Because you do not have the strength to tell the man who stole your inactive heart..."
[/b][/u][/center]Raistlin was quietly staring at a book within the Library, his golden orbs occasionally flickering towards the sounds of voices that broke the Silence. To him, they seemed louder than an army of Dwarves marching through a Overgrown Forest. Twice had he lost his place from having to look up from their voices echoing through the usually empty walls of the Library. He moved towards the end of the row he had been standing in, the Tome still in his hand, and peered over toward the unfamiliar voice. He had very little time to explore the world that he had found himself in after waking up. His golden orbs squinted as they tried to pierce through the dimly lit room. He had very little time to spend here, and slowly began to make his way towards the Door leading out of the Library. Time was running out for him, and he had an appointment to keep, and he fully intended to keep it... if only he could get by unnoticed
Pandora didn't take notice of Raistlin in the slightest (which in itself was a big shocker, don't you reckon?) and instead had her eye's fastened on Portier. The image of her and Symphony was... Well, let's just leave it at that. (Hey, shed been getting about as much as dead girl lately!)
"If you say so, Portier. Perhaps you shall bide your time. This way, if he suspects the game in which we play, it will be too late for him to do away with me himself. Old age is looking rather comfortable compared to being in his hands again!
Oh, the wonderful images one could generate from that statement, though Pandora didn't attempt to correct herself. She never did. Instead, Pandora rested that (ever growing) behind of hers against the table, her arms full of books.
"You should begin seeking a home elsewhere, Portier. Once this curse catches up with me, the tower will be up for grabs, and we both know who would love to get his black hands on it."
[/b][/u][/center]She wondered if she meant Tathar... Lifting one corner of her mouth into a g rin she shifted and caught the smell of him...Her orbs settled, and her heartbeat quickened, but she didn't move, she looked back to pandora and smothered any other thought or vocal communication..
She thought of what she would say ..perhaps she didn't have to tell Raist at all.. Pandora was about to blow herself way out of the waters..
And wouldn't it be just like Pandora, to ruin a perfectly good (if not entirely evil) plan? But, she was never really a chatter, so long as you didn't count the last time Portier and Pandora spoke and she blabbed like a child about her deepest secret.
"Very well. I see in your eyes you understand. No, I don't have to be immortal to be able to read you, Portier. You will do what is right. You always have. The good one to my.. not so pleasant side, shall we say?"
Pandora then did something she probably never would have done in her right mind. She dropped the arm full of her books, the sound seeming to echo off the walls.
"Dammit Portier. Do you know what I'd wish if I could have anything in the world?"
She laughed quietly, before continuing.
"No no, not that. I'd wish that the Archive room was back in shape without my needing to bust my back picking all these books up!
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