Reynaldo Mazzini
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Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 35
Physical Description: 5'10, he has a short brown beard and ponytail, and a long if not particularly strong chin. His eyes are just as brown as his hair, and he has a more or less average build, although he is quite flexible.
Clothes and Equipment: Well dressed with shining silk clothing, he is modest yet fashionable, a rarely seen combination.
Registered: Dec 31, 2016 20:00:40 GMT -8
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Post by Reynaldo Mazzini on Feb 15, 2017 16:07:05 GMT -8
Another little sigh of relief escaped the man's mouth as she said it was clear he wasn't trying to demean her. He looked to the sky and hoped mama heard the right bits. He wasn't looking forward to being hit over the head with a rolling pin again.
"Me?" he said, quite surprised at the question. "Well I'll have to meet the Jove man, get the license for selling things and house, and I have then to meet workers to make a home. Then I wait, hopefully in the inn. I just hope that the Empire does not come looking for men, I would not like to be the soldier - not after the last fight." he said, having the misfortune of living in a rebellious area earlier in his life. He was not a rebel but well... people got ideas and that was that.
A little grin touched his lips when she blushed, being a little happy that the chivalry was having the desired effect. "Do you think your master will be here?" he asked curiously.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 19:54:17 GMT -8
"I hope you find the fortune you seek," she said softly, and was about to answer his question when one of the maids came rushing out. The moment she spotted the young woman, she grabbed Rainne by the arm, weeping, "Thank the Divine One you are here! It's the Mistress! She's dead, Rainne!" The woman in question balked and rushed into the manse, and he'd be able to follow since the door was not shut in his face.
She was up the stairs quickly, and by the side of the dead woman before one could sneeze. She took the still, warm hand of the young looking older woman, kneeling there and staring for a long moment. She did not stay long, but did tenderly brush a silver strand back, kiss a smooth brow and pull the blanket over the dead woman's head. After about ten minutes, she knew she had to go to tell the master and his son, the house was too chaotic and nobody thought to send anyone.
She had a mask of calm to hide the grief that should be etched on her face, and if he was standing outside instead of having followed, she'd pass him quietly, though say, "I do not know if Master will be of a mind to hear you for a while, but I go to him now. He'll be quite upset." And that was all she said as she started off toward the tavern, shoulders slumped.
By the time she reached the tavern and walked in, the man in question was quite cheerful. If Reynaldo followed, an unusual scene would unfold and he'd be able to watch the old man shrug off the news like it was nothing, saying, "Tell my son, then, and tell the housekeeper to do her job, girl. Why are you telling me this news anyway? I knew it was coming, why do you think I sent you away?" He snorted, then waved her off, not wanting to be the one to see the girl cry should it happen.
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Reynaldo Mazzini
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 35
Physical Description: 5'10, he has a short brown beard and ponytail, and a long if not particularly strong chin. His eyes are just as brown as his hair, and he has a more or less average build, although he is quite flexible.
Clothes and Equipment: Well dressed with shining silk clothing, he is modest yet fashionable, a rarely seen combination.
Registered: Dec 31, 2016 20:00:40 GMT -8
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Post by Reynaldo Mazzini on Feb 19, 2017 12:12:55 GMT -8
"Tha-" Reynaldo began but then the other young woman came rushing out, and his bearded face paused in a little confusion. "W-" he began again but once again silenced himself. "I don't think it would be a good idea to do, I do not think I would make a very good impression trying to a talk to someone like that when he has lost his wife, even if he did not feel the affection to her. I think I would best go to the inn, get more sleep, talk to him maybe tomorrow." he said. Besides, the giggling girls would probably be at the tavern after he spoke of them... not very well and prompted them to leave.
"Good day, Ms." he said with a little chuckle as such a big thing was made over the title. With that he once more strolled over to the inn.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 17:22:50 GMT -8
But she was not around the next day... Or the following weeks. He was approached by an associate of her master at some point, explaining that the young miss broached the subject and signed documentation for him to get going. Reynaldo needed to sign the copies for them to take back to the man in question. Assuming he did, there was not much more to it than that.
When she emerged, it was with all of her belongings in a cart with a gentle looking horse. She had politely declined marriage to the son and, though she had been offered another position in the house, she walked away from the place. She had no idea what to do from that point other than hole up in her room and work on her gown for the spring festival.
She finally made an appearance in the common room, sitting by herself with a book (she was taught to read for her Mistress) and another platter of food, just trying to relax.
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Reynaldo Mazzini
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 35
Physical Description: 5'10, he has a short brown beard and ponytail, and a long if not particularly strong chin. His eyes are just as brown as his hair, and he has a more or less average build, although he is quite flexible.
Clothes and Equipment: Well dressed with shining silk clothing, he is modest yet fashionable, a rarely seen combination.
Registered: Dec 31, 2016 20:00:40 GMT -8
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Post by Reynaldo Mazzini on Feb 22, 2017 10:40:13 GMT -8
Reynaldo was quite pleased that he made the young woman's acquaintance when the clerks came over. He probably saved a lot of money by being a gentleman, that was certain. He hired some tradesmen and likely lads to start building him a house which he would use as a store front as well. He also sent a few orders to some nobles far away for seasonal merchandise to sell, which would be a corner point of the bull-shit emporium.
He also slightly renewed his wardrobe for the coming festivities purchasing new silk clothing, leather boots, jewellery, so on and so forth. He did not really have much to do either, so he simply waited occasionally strolling down for an ale or twelve. Finally, as it was nearing the day of the festive activities he strolled down the street, wondering what to do. Perhaps he best meet the lassie that he spoke to earlier. He'd probably need a partner to dance and of course he considerably limited the possible spectra of friends with his comment regarding the young ladies.
He walked to the home of the nobleman, standing outside uncertain on whether or not to go around back and knock or to go back home.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 17:48:10 GMT -8
It just so happened the maid who had alerted Rainne of the death was outside with several bolts of fabric in her arms. She noticed the man, recognized him and spoke up. "Are you the man who was with Rainne the day our Mistress died? Of course you are! Kindly take these bolts of fabric to the inn. The Master wanted her to have them. Tell her that please... Thank you!" She dumped the fabric into his arms or at his feet before rushing back into the house, clearly frazzled.
Rainne put her book down, then began to pick at her breakfast.
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Reynaldo Mazzini
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 35
Physical Description: 5'10, he has a short brown beard and ponytail, and a long if not particularly strong chin. His eyes are just as brown as his hair, and he has a more or less average build, although he is quite flexible.
Clothes and Equipment: Well dressed with shining silk clothing, he is modest yet fashionable, a rarely seen combination.
Registered: Dec 31, 2016 20:00:40 GMT -8
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Post by Reynaldo Mazzini on Feb 27, 2017 18:55:07 GMT -8
Reynaldo raised a curious and shaggy eyebrow at the woman approaching him. She recognized him but the inverse was not true. But it seemed that the master did not have much in the way of tragedy oh no. He was a bit confused by the whole interaction and with a momentarily free arm scratched at his mustache. Eventually he turned and went over to the inn, hoping to catch a glimpse of the master.
He casually sauntered over at a relaxed and civil pace not wanting to rush anything when he did after all, have time. He went in the inn and after giving a short nod to the keeper looked for "Jove," perhaps recognizable by the harlots around him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 0:39:27 GMT -8
Instead of Jove, he'd be able to see Rainne instead, sitting alone by a window, brow puckered as she tried to concentrate on the book cradled in her calloused hands. The young woman seemed to get frustrated, closed the tome and began to drum her fingers in agitation. She pushed the book away and picked at her food again. She eventually caught sight of him, gave a slight smile and waved a little, not sure whether to approach or to let him be at that point. Perhaps he did not wish to see her, their first meeting had been quite strange indeed.
Her hand dropped gently to the table, hesitation evident on her face.
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Reynaldo Mazzini
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 35
Physical Description: 5'10, he has a short brown beard and ponytail, and a long if not particularly strong chin. His eyes are just as brown as his hair, and he has a more or less average build, although he is quite flexible.
Clothes and Equipment: Well dressed with shining silk clothing, he is modest yet fashionable, a rarely seen combination.
Registered: Dec 31, 2016 20:00:40 GMT -8
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Post by Reynaldo Mazzini on Mar 1, 2017 9:28:19 GMT -8
Reynaldo looked about, and was about to turn to leave until his eyes landed upon something infinitely more pleasing. He walked over, sat down in front and put the cloth he was given on a chair beside himself. "Ah, signorina, how are you!" He said jovially, ordering himself a glass of wine from the inn keeper by now all but forgetting his task. "I hope you have not taken the tragic happening of your mistress too much to heart, we must all go on you know of course." He went on before pausing for breath. He started speaking again with the question "At least now you have the freedom you wanted no?" before finally piping down and sipping from his glass.
He went on to also pay for the young woman's food and such overjoyed to see the only person who wasn't all that cold to him nor harbored animosity.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 16:57:14 GMT -8
"I am well, though I shall look for another post soon. Master Jove offered for me to stay on, but I left. I may work here as a serving girl..." Not that she wanted another menial employment, but she was realistic and knew the coin would run out eventually, no matter how much she tried to save.
She did not seem to be any worse for the wear, though. "How are you?" Her gaze was steady on his face as he settled in with his wine.
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Reynaldo Mazzini
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 35
Physical Description: 5'10, he has a short brown beard and ponytail, and a long if not particularly strong chin. His eyes are just as brown as his hair, and he has a more or less average build, although he is quite flexible.
Clothes and Equipment: Well dressed with shining silk clothing, he is modest yet fashionable, a rarely seen combination.
Registered: Dec 31, 2016 20:00:40 GMT -8
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Post by Reynaldo Mazzini on Mar 2, 2017 6:42:58 GMT -8
"Well that is the good. The master seemed a little eager to keep you near his son, which I imagine of why you left." He stirred his wine a little with a finger before drinking some more. "It is better to work here than be a whore, of course. Then you at least have the chance at life. Not to mention you have dignity." He said, holding such a value in high regard.
"But I feel well! The workers are doing well for what I ordered, things are to get better. It has been a bit... boring, but good. The festival is coming up, no? I only heard a little, what do they do?" He asked curiously, once again hoping to not look too much like an outsider.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2017 21:48:11 GMT -8
"I would not be his whore, I would be his wife but that is not a desire I have. He barely cared when I told him of his mother dying... Can you imagine?" She waited for him to update her on himself and then listened as he asked about the uocoming festival.
"It is pretty much like any other spring festival. It is the one night young ladies are encouraged to act like harlots, in my firm opinion. But to each their own. I only participate in the costuming, it is perhaps with hopes someone might notice my work." She would get noticed alright, but he had probably heard the many woeful lads sad that she rejected their advances again.
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Reynaldo Mazzini
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 35
Physical Description: 5'10, he has a short brown beard and ponytail, and a long if not particularly strong chin. His eyes are just as brown as his hair, and he has a more or less average build, although he is quite flexible.
Clothes and Equipment: Well dressed with shining silk clothing, he is modest yet fashionable, a rarely seen combination.
Registered: Dec 31, 2016 20:00:40 GMT -8
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Post by Reynaldo Mazzini on Mar 3, 2017 17:53:33 GMT -8
"Well of course, though it would have been little more." he said, finishing his wine with a gulp. "But yes, if the man has no respect for his mother I think he would have none for a wife, no?" This was said with not complete certainty since once again it could be a touchy subject for some, although all things considered, what wasn't?
He let out a hearty but short laugh at the woman's description of the festival, a smirk forming on his face. "You don't like the attention eh?" he asked jokingly, flicking some more coins on the table. He was flashy, that was certain. "But you do good work you say?" he said curiously, his own wardrobe being just a little slow in arriving. "Is it just the costumes and dresses for celebration or...?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 5:56:30 GMT -8
She gave pondering to his first question, then after a lengthy pause, Rainne replied, "I do not know how marriages are supposed to be. The only example I have is the one between the Master and Mistress... They did love each other dearly, and despite how he let everyone see at pkaces like the Tavern, he was very faithful to her and mourns her deeply. He never leaves the common room of the tavern except to visit the privvy and to go home. He never became a drunkard until she became ill. I am sure that their son loved her too, but he is so focused on what he is doing with his work, trying to come up with the medicines that might have cured her."
"I do not want the lads chasing me like they are rutting stags. My virtue is the one thing I have, and neither an arranged marriage nor some random encounter with any of these men will take that away from me." But you might if I let you close enough, she thought warily, and was not sure why she was even thinking about letting him close at all. Nonono, she thought further, she could not get close to even him, could she?
"My mistress always thought my talents were well enough, her gowns for her final five years were of my making and she always told me how they were admired. She told me that they made here feel like royalty because I always find the prettiest fabrics. I have made some garments for the Master too, but I do not think he cared about where his breeches came from so long as they fit properly. Most men go through tailors anyway, for it isn't proper for lasses to do fittings on men."
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Reynaldo Mazzini
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 35
Physical Description: 5'10, he has a short brown beard and ponytail, and a long if not particularly strong chin. His eyes are just as brown as his hair, and he has a more or less average build, although he is quite flexible.
Clothes and Equipment: Well dressed with shining silk clothing, he is modest yet fashionable, a rarely seen combination.
Registered: Dec 31, 2016 20:00:40 GMT -8
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Post by Reynaldo Mazzini on Mar 6, 2017 7:14:09 GMT -8
"I see?" He replied cautiously, pausing open mouthed. Certainly she wanted to paint a new picture of the family every few moments but... then maybe there was more than one way to look at it.
Her second thought was a little worrying however. "That is all? You do not have the dignity? You do not have pride in the work you do? That does not sound like a life... happy." He said with a curious eyebrow raised. It seemed that it was not in fact a happy soul before him. Reynaldo stared while being answered, trying to understand the mindset which he thought was horribly depressing.
He smiled a little when she mentioned her work but frowned as she finished. So it wasn't like his home where mama, one's wife or a friend made one's clothes, and had tailors instead. It wouldn't exactly do to be laughed at, not when he already had not too many friends about. "Do you know a good tailor? Things take a long term get here from the capital and other places... but it is good to have such a talent!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2017 17:17:17 GMT -8
"Dignity is not wiping arses for gold. Pride? Perhaps, but nobody pays me for my work. I am just stuck where I am at, I suppose. I do not even know who my family is or where I have come from, all I know is what you see here." It was depressing, she thought, and then realized she needed to leave, perhaps, to find something better than the life she had.
"If you wish, I can do it for you. I just wanted to make you aware that it is not seen as proper by some people. I do not mind either way." She picked at her food some more, cold by now.
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Reynaldo Mazzini
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Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 35
Physical Description: 5'10, he has a short brown beard and ponytail, and a long if not particularly strong chin. His eyes are just as brown as his hair, and he has a more or less average build, although he is quite flexible.
Clothes and Equipment: Well dressed with shining silk clothing, he is modest yet fashionable, a rarely seen combination.
Registered: Dec 31, 2016 20:00:40 GMT -8
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Post by Reynaldo Mazzini on Mar 7, 2017 13:05:29 GMT -8
"Dignity is having pride despite wiping the arse." he said, a little hushed near the end. It certainly was depressing. Just a sentence from the woman already turned his nearly permanently happy foreign face into a muddled mess of anxiousness about everything and but a shred of optimism fighting back. "Pride is little without dignity, no?"
He stroked some hairs of his beard nervously as she spoke of doing his clothing for him; she said that it would not be looked well upon if clothing was done by her yet... if he couldn't get anything then things would be even worse perhaps? The indecision brought great strife to his mind which made him stroke his beard faster and faster. "Well... yes, I suppose that would be best. I need something fast, that I know...." he said, giving into the choice of having Rainne make his clothing. He wondered if by the opinions of others he would regret it but only time would tell.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 6:26:47 GMT -8
"You are right. Please do forgive my lack of enthusiasm... Everything has been a bit overwhelming. Bring me things that fit you but you will not miss. I can dismantle them and use them to cut things to the right size. They will be tailored to you without needing me to be improper. I do not personally mind being so close to you but others might." She blinked and cleared her throat, having blurted out the last sentence, which was a reflection of her growing attraction... Without actually meaning to. Her face went red and she averted her gaze, trying to cover up by saying, "They think I am odd anyways."
With that, she started to pick at her food again, tapered fingers gripping at a chunk of bread to bring it to her mouth. She chewed, hoping he was oblivious... It simply would not do for her to get close to anyone, let alone him. Simply wouldn't... Yeah.
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Reynaldo Mazzini
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 35
Physical Description: 5'10, he has a short brown beard and ponytail, and a long if not particularly strong chin. His eyes are just as brown as his hair, and he has a more or less average build, although he is quite flexible.
Clothes and Equipment: Well dressed with shining silk clothing, he is modest yet fashionable, a rarely seen combination.
Registered: Dec 31, 2016 20:00:40 GMT -8
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Post by Reynaldo Mazzini on Mar 20, 2017 13:29:49 GMT -8
Quite obliviously (as she hoped) to the implications of what the woman was saying, he relaxed rather happily. "That is good! I have old capes, coats, tights and all." Now that his worries were more or less gone for the time being he was able to speak much more jovially. "Why would they think you are odd?" he said curiously, milling over to get more ale and then going back to a reclined position in his chair. "Of course, I do not know many people here but you seem normal enough, from what I have seen in the world anyway."
He was quite happy, though it seemed that she was strangely uncomfortable that was for sure. "Is all good?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 6:55:47 GMT -8
She gave a slight incline of her head every time he listed something of his. "Just bring them when you are ready. And the whole town thinks I am odd because I have no interest in getting married and having babies with any of those who offered for my hand." She gave a shrug.
And then he addressed her discomfort and she sighed with relief he had not noticed the slip of tongue. "All is good..." She relaxed.
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