Foxgloves
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Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 23, 2019 18:42:18 GMT -8
The doll finished its dance with a flourish, bowing once more and jumping up into the girl's lap. The end of the dance was met with soft applause from the corner of the room, where the white gloves were clapping on their own. At the woman's offer of tea, the gloves steepled their long, pointy fingers together, tapping the fingertips together in thought for a moment. After some consideration, the right glove began to pull the left inside-out. The inside of the gloves was a deep purple, almost black. As the glove was pulled entirely inside-out, the new black glove flexed and stretched its fingers for a moment. The white glove continued pulling, drawing a sleeve from within the purple glove, and then a shoulder, and then a torso. It pulled and pulled, eventually revealing the strange peddler from before, minus the right arm. The peddler reached over, pulled the right-hand glove inside-out, and pulled his arm from within the glove until it reached his shoulder. Stretching his arms, he gave an exaggerated bow to the golden-haired woman.
"I like milk and sugar, please," he said, in the same low, flat voice. "You have remarkable eyes, Ms. St. James. So observant."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 24, 2019 6:36:18 GMT -8
As Foxgloves began to pull himself from his white glove, Gabrielle brought the little dancing doll up to the table with a smile. "Would you like a sugar cube?" Gabrielle asked the doll as she took her seat and crossed her ankles primly.
Meanwhile, the young man lounging ever so fashionably in the over-stuffed chair by the small but ornate brazier immediately stood on his highly polished Hessian boots and held up his fists. "Halt immediately!" He yelled, even though Foxgloves was barely halfway out.
"Voltaire, don't be rude," Genevieve said to him, and he looked at her incredulously.
"He's an invader," Voltaire stated.
"Nonsense, he's a guest," Genevieve insisted.
"He brought presents," Gabrielle said of the doll, placing a sugar cube before it regardless of it's answer.
"Will you be joining us for tea?" Genevieve asked Voltaire as he dropped his arms and his stance. He didn't answer but moved back to his seat, turning resolutely to face the brazier.
Once Foxgloves was completely out, Lady St. James turned to the intimidating figure. Gabrielle went a little shy and curved her back into her chair as the golden haired enchantress made up Foxgloves' cup to his satisfaction and placed it at an empty chair.
"Well, this is my domain, so I try to be aware of everything that happens. You must have been the peddler on the road," Genevieve smiled a little, her lips touched just at the corners. "My guards won't like that you slipped in."
And yet, she seemed in no hurry to report him.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 24, 2019 9:16:02 GMT -8
The little doll nodded its head and clapped its hands at the offer of a sugar cube, looking up at Gabrielle expectantly. Meanwhile, Foxgloves turned to the grumpy young man, reaching into his pocket and tossing him a rather sticky sweet roll.
"You ought not to jump to conclusions so," he said. "Otherwise you'll end up like those guards out there. So dull, so set in their ways. No flexibility. Guards never seem to know what's best for their wards, and spend all their time worrying themselves sick as they imagine the most improbable threats. Better for them that they don't know that I'm here, hmm? This way they're happy and secure in the knowledge that they protected you fine people from a mysterious peddler, and we get to talk like civilized people. Everybody wins. I do so love when everyone wins."
He sat down at the empty chair, picking up the mug daintily between his gloved fingers and taking a sip. The tea gurgled as it poured into the mouth of his mask. After a brief pause, there was a muffled splash, as though it had fallen down a long well after vanishing behind the mask.
"Your tea is excellent, Ms. St. James," he said. "But oh, where are my manners? I'm Foxgloves. I am, like you said, a peddler. As for my wares...I sell anything and everything your heart could desire. Perhaps there's something you would be interested in?"
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 24, 2019 14:44:56 GMT -8
Voltaire was caught off guard by the sweet roll, and it smacked his chest before falling into his palms. He looked annoyed, but didn't interrupt the rambling statements of the peddler.
Neither of the kids seemed totally afraid of Foxgloves, probably because their apparent mother, Lady Genevieve, didn't seem afraid of him -- indeed she seemed more amused.
"Thank you, everything comes from my plantation in Aozora. The tea is imported from Quying, of course." Genevieve said to Foxgloves, sipping on her own tea mixture with smooth and ladylike movements, as if she was born into nobility (although the truth of her birth was far more scandalous).
"What is her name?" Gabrielle asked Foxgloves, regarding the dancing, moving doll she'd fed a sugarcube. Seeing the doll, Genevieve couldn't help a small feeling of regret and mild jealousy -- why hadn't she thought of enchanting dolls for Gabrielle?
In his plush seat, Voltaire hesitantly nibbled at his sweet roll until, once he trusted it was poisoned (and like Genevieve would have even allowed him to eat a poisoned anything in her domain), ate with gusto.
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Foxgloves
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Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 24, 2019 15:05:19 GMT -8
Voltaire would find the sweet roll to be very sweet indeed, slathered with sticky maple frosting. Despite his suspicion, it would be entirely harmless, except perhaps to his teeth. Meanwhile, the doll picked up the sugar cube with both hands and brought it to her head, but found herself unable to eat it. It seemed that Foxgloves had neglected to paint her a mouth, and so she was left unable to do much more than gaze at the sugar cube and push it fruitlessly against her face.
"The doll's name is whatever you wish it to be, cherie," said Foxgloves. "Isn't that the point of dolls? I would be cautious about feeding her, though. Even sugar cubes and breadcrumbs. There's a good reason why I didn't paint her a mouth."
The doll soon gave up on trying to eat the sugar cube and put it down on the table, sitting on it. Politely folding its fingerless hands in its lap, it gazed around the room, seemingly content to sit and listen.
"Such fine tea," he continued. "Imported from so far away, too...goodness, I'll bet you could get anything your heart desired. It would be a simple manner for you to purchase any sort of thing without having to bother with strange masked peddlers...but what about the things that aren't things? I sell much more than material goods, you know."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 25, 2019 14:44:55 GMT -8
Gabrielle blinked at that answer and then looked at the doll with curiosity in her eye. "I'll call her Arienne," the redheaded darling said, and the choice of name made Genevieve's heart skip a beat and a flicker of bittersweet pain shine in the depths of the enchantress's lilac eyes. "Arienne, come meet my other dolls," the little girl continued on, holding out her palms for the cornhusk doll to walk on. By the brazier was a small, beautifully carved chest -- clearly, inside was undoubtedly Gabrielle's toys.
Genevieve turned her attention to Foxgloves as they were left alone at the table. "I would like to say I've been educated in commerce by able individuals," the Gauldish noblewoman said, thinking of Ryden with the same soft anguish as she had for Arienne. "I may even be called a peddler myself, so perhaps we might come to an interesting trade, you and I."
The chandelier continued to sway with the trot of the horses as the carriage continued along the road toward it's destination, and the tea service continued to rattle quietly. The teapot lifted up onto it's legs and refilled Genevieve's cup, but when the sugar bowl began to waddle over, Genevieve lifted a hand to stop it. It plopped back down again and almost seemed to sigh in defeat. The sugar bowl was a bit overzealous in it's need to please.
"What wares might you have to offer?"
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Foxgloves
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Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 25, 2019 18:28:22 GMT -8
Arienne the doll hopped up onto Gabriel's hands, clearly excited to meet the other dolls. She clapped her little corn-husk hands together, not the slightest bit nervous about being carried. Foxgloves watched the excited girl play with her dancing doll for a moment, chuckling softly before returning his attention to Genevieve.
"Someone like you," he said, "a peddler? My goodness. I wouldn't put such a title to someone of your standing. Merchant, perhaps. Or artisan. But definitions are beside the point. What's a definition, anyways, except something that everyone agrees on? If you argue about it, doesn't it lose its meaning?"
He eyed the helpful teaset, accepting a sugar cube from the overeager sugar bowl. How far did the magic of the teaset extend, he wondered. Was his teacup enchanted as well? Would the candlesticks break out into song? He did so enjoy songs, and the points of his hood twitched at the thought.
"As for my wares...well, I sell quite a number of things, as well as non-things. I suppose you've got all the things you could ever want...but some of my less tangible wares can only be purchased from me. I can sell you a memory, all kinds of memories. A warm summer day, or perhaps a childhood romp in the snow...or perhaps something a little more alluring, for when the children are asleep. But perhaps you'd rather make your own memories, something to share with the kids. An adventure, perhaps. I could bring you to a festival of fae, where the lights glow brighter and the sweets taste sweeter. Maybe you'd like to see what the bottom of the sea is like. It's rather dark and chilly, but it appeals to some people's sense of exploration. I usually have stories to offer, as well...but lately, I've been trying to keep my stories. I'm working on writing them down in a novel to sell...but I'm no good at writing. Words escape me."
Plunging his arm up to the elbow in his coat pocket, Foxgloves rummaged around until produced a rather battered leather-bound notebook. The cover read "A Stranger's Travels in a Fantastical Sandpit", and was tied tightly shut with a piece of twine. When Foxgloves loosened the twine and opened the book a crack, little black words slipped from between the pages and fell to the floor, collecting into a little pool of gibberish.
"Sometimes," he continued, "people find forgetfulness even sweeter than memories. I can take a sad memory away, replace it with something happy...but you don't look like the type to hide away from the past. I can see that in those exquisite eyes of yours."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 25, 2019 18:55:19 GMT -8
Voltaire finished his sweet, and still uninterested in joining Genevieve or his sister, he instead opened up a book to amuse himself, occasionally looking up to watch as Gabrielle introduced Arienne to each one of her porcelain faced dolls. The creations were clearly of expensive quality, with gilded accents on each face and dress.
Genevieve only gifted Foxgloves with the now-familiar soft-yet-guarded smile, a mere turn of her lips that kept her mouth closed. Still, the masked guest had the lady's full attention, giving him as much regard as she would have a visiting prince.
The peddler had her attention, but of course, she sat a little straighter when he began to talk about the intangibles he could give, gaining Genevieve's curiosity now. When he spoke of memories, her heart beat a little heavier in her chest.
Memories.
Her gaze moved to Gabrielle, and then Voltaire, before it bounced back to Foxgloves. Genevieve had tried to cover memories of their true parents, believing that it was the best way to keep them hidden while the civil war continued to rage in Gauldin with coup after coup... As well as saving the children from the knowledge and pain of the decision their parents had made in staying back in that forsaken country. Indeed, Voltaire and Gabrielle believed Genevieve to be their mother and while the golden haired enchantress was indeed of an age -- and was their aunt by blood -- she was not their mother, at least by the conventional means.
"Hm. A Fae Festival? What a diversion," Genevieve said, her Gauldish accent as light as a dusting of powdered sugar on a beniet. "I have been doing much business lately... Perhaps that would be a magnifique idea. Yet, your other... Wares... I'm not in a position now to purchase them, but I AM interested."
This enchanter could erase memories rather than mask them. Genevieve wanted to pay him to erase memories of Arienne and Renaux from the minds of their children ... For good.
"How might I find you again? After the festival, of course."
All the while, Genevieve was composed and serne, but the color did rise in the apples of her cheeks, and her lavender eyes did sparkle a little sharper, keener, focused on Foxgloves'mask.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 25, 2019 19:19:26 GMT -8
Foxgloves nodded, the points of his hood swaying back and forth. As Arienne the doll greeted each of her new playmates with a wave and a curtsy, Foxgloves watched his host intently. There was something in the glance towards the children, something he couldn't quite decipher. Regret? Longing? He wasn't sure, but that didn't matter. It looked as though he was going to make a sale today, and perhaps more in the future as well. He always did like a repeat customer, after all. Today, it seemed, would be a good day.
"An excellent choice, Ms. St. James," he said. "The children will love it, and I think the festival will do you some good as well. I can bring you all there myself, if your guards don't mind. It'll be faster than directing your carriages all the way there, anyways. As for how you'll find me afterwards...don't worry, I'll find you. If that doesn't suit you, simply lay a fresh foxglove in a saucer of milk in front of a door, any door, and knock three times. I might even show up if you do that."
He chuckled, tying the string back over his notebook and dropping it back into his pocket. Genevieve would hear a soft clatter, as though it had fallen into a large and precariously stacked pile of junk.
"But first," he whispered, leaning in close, "why don't we talk about payment. Not all of my wares can be bought with gold, after all. For a ticket to the festival for the three of you...I require a secret. A real secret, about you or the children. I've always loved secrets. They're so much better than promises, don't you think? A promise can be broken on a whim, but a secret cannot be untold. One secret, something you'd never think to utter out loud, and we can dance with the fae. Don't worry, I won't tell. Do we have a deal?"
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 27, 2019 11:44:37 GMT -8
"Will you be bringing the entire caravan with you, or shall I have the guards camp and wait for our return?" Genevieve asked Foxgloves as she finished her tea and set her cup to the side with barely a clatter of porcelain.
Gabrielle continued to play and Voltaire continued to read as Foxgloves and Genevieve had their conversation. Neither one of the children seemed to notice when their voices were softened and lowered, more intimate and secretive where they sat at the table.
A warmly amused smile had sat upon Genevieve's lips as Foxgloves recommended the saucer of milk and twirls, but it faded, not into a frown or a smirk, but a simple closing of her lips as the masked peddler asked for payment.
A secret.
Oh, the graceful and beautiful enchantress had many secrets, dark and hidden and coiling every so often in her soul -- beasts that had not been slain but were merely dormant as she covered them with as many good deeds as she could, as if it would somehow defeat them or somehow make it so she wouldn't remember them.
"A secret seems... A tall order for a trip to a festival, but perhaps it would be better payment for what I will ask next of you. For now, I think a novel token might be payment enough for a day of diversion -- after all, my caravan could take us there, though slower," Genevieve said, her voice kind and smooth, accented in such a way that people usually assumed she was worthy of the title she carried.
She lifted her hand and took off one of her earrings. It shined with aquamarine light beneath the swaying chandelier, surrounded by dozens of tiny diamonds. "This, perhaps, in exchange for travel to the fair? It is a token of appreciation, a bit of jewelry that compliments it's wearer with true insights of their person rather than false flattery that might make someone conceited."
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Foxgloves
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Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 27, 2019 17:31:39 GMT -8
Foxgloves chuckled at Genevieve's words, nodding his head. She was a sharp one, this woman. Sharper than most of his customers, and he had a sneaking suspicion that he had yet to learn exactly how sharp she really was. She would be a good sort of friend to have, and what was a bit of haggling between friends?
"It's refreshing," he said, "to finally meet somebody else who understands the value of a secret. Many of the people I meet seem to toss them around like candy, although they're a very bitter candy indeed. They lose their value if they're told too much, don't you agree? It robs them of what makes them special. You can hold onto your secret until afterwards, when you call upon me again. I look forward to it, Ms. St. James."
He took the proffered earring between thumb and forefinger, holding it up to his mask and inspecting it closely. The gemstones glittered under the chandelier's light as he turned it back and forth, scrutinizing every facet of every tiny diamond. After a few minutes, he nodded in satisfaction and dropped it into his pocket.
"It's a lovely little trinket, Ms. St. James. I'll accept this, and take you and your children to the festival. I think you'd best tell your guards to stick around here, though. I don't think they'd appreciate it as much, as stiff and stuffy and beholden to the rules as they are."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 28, 2019 10:23:55 GMT -8
Genevieve was relieved that Foxgloves seemed amused by the idea of the trinket, and smiled her thanks when he complimented her business accumen. Lifting her hand, she took off her other earring so she wouldn't look so unbalanced and rose from her seat.
"Gabrielle, Voltaire, put your things away. Monsieur Foxgloves will be taking us to a festival shortly," the lady spoke. She crossed the short distance to a bell pull, and quickly after the "room" came to a halt.
A man appeared, eyebrows raised. To the world outside, the four caravan wagon had just come to a stop. "Yes, my lady?" He asked.
"Make camp here, John," Genevieve said, her voice warm and smooth. "Monsieur Foxgloves will be taking us to a festival. We'll return later today."
John nodded his head. "As you wish, my lady."
Genevieve turned to look at Foxgloves, the silk of her gown whispering quietly against her long legs, revealing how it was tailored precisely to her frame. "Will we need cloaks and gloves?" Genevieve asked.
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Lucan Darksbane
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"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on May 28, 2019 10:45:55 GMT -8
Ahead of the other caravans the battle raged on, the woman and Lucan were at a stalemate. They would land strikes against each other but they wouldn't back down, both becoming exhausted. Lucan, even with the many cuts and bruises he maintained during the fight never lost his charming demeanour "Aha" he would say leaning on his now cut in half staff "You are surely impress my dear. Can't we call it a draw?" He would say looking over at the men "Surely whatever price I had can't be worth this hmmm?" His fighting style had dramatically changed from shaolin monk to that of a drunken master, using misdirection and deception to land strikes against any open part of her body, even smacking her in the butt a few times just to infuriate her to making sloppier strikes, or made it was he is an jerk? Suddenly the sounds of more wagons drew his grey eyed gaze. He would raised a brow and frown "This yours?" He would say straighten up his back using the broken staff as a cane.
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Foxgloves
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Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 28, 2019 15:10:16 GMT -8
Foxgloves gave a friendly wave of the hand towards John, wondering if the man recognized him from the road. If he did, he certainly didn't seem very perturbed. Perhaps he was used to his employer's eccentricities, bringing odd guests in from who-knew-where. Either he simply had the utmost faith in Ms. St. James' judgement, or he simply knew better than to ask questions. Foxgloves had always found it curious how easily people would avoid asking questions to keep their jobs. He considered it akin to selling one's curiosity, a price that Foxgloves considered far too high to ever demand himself. It really was strange, how easily people would let go of something so valuable, while clinging hopelessly to things that Foxgloves himself considered worthless. There was no accounting for human nature, he supposed.
"You'll not need any sort of coats or jackets," he said, "Although I would suggest leaving behind anything made of iron that you may have. Our hosts may not like that. Come now, come now. Come along, children. Your mother has asked me to bring you to a festival, to have a bit of fun. Festivals are important, or else you'll grow up grouchy. Yes, that means you young man. Gather up close to your mother now."
He ushered the children to stand beside Genevieve, close enough to be in her arms. Stepping back, he reached into his pocket, producing some sort of fabric. He pulled and pulled, eventually drawing out a rather ragged-looking quilt that certainly should not have fit in the pocket of his coat.
"This is my magic blanket," he said. "I found it outside of an orphanage one day, in a gutter. Don't worry, it's been cleaned. The stains are just...character. You'll see, it's quite clean."
With a flourish, he flicked the blanket up and draped it over the Genevieve and the childrens' heads. They would find their vision entirely obscured by the blanket, which smelled vaguely of lavender.
"Alright," he said. "On the count of three, now. One, two, three."
The family would hear the sound of several pairs of hands clap twice in unison, and the blanket was whipped off.
[Exit to The Midsomar Festival]
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on May 31, 2019 9:13:17 GMT -8
There was a flash of anger in her eyes, though the smile on her face was ever-present. She had managed to snap his staff, but it was impossible to land another hit. Moreover, he was toying with her! There was definitely a moment where he could have taken to kill her, and yet-
"No," she spat, twirling one of her fans around her finger. "But it does not matter. You are playing. This would have been fine if you were playing more seriously."
The fans were shoved back into her belt.
"I am tired of this now. I see I cannot defeat you. Do what you will with the rest of the caravan. I knew you were right about them, I was just hoping to anger you."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on May 31, 2019 11:45:25 GMT -8
Lucan would laugh tossing his staff pieces off the road "I was trained by a shaolin monk who as also a drunk my dear assassin. The art of the drunken monk is that of misdirection and taunting. For when your target is truly angry they make mistakes." He would put up his hands "And as you know. It works. Like I said before... You arent my target. THEY are. Ironically they have bounties on their heads..." He would say pulling up a few posters and tossing it to her feet. "Two birds. One stone." He would turn to face the guards cracking his neck "So what'll it be boys, turn yourselves in or die?"
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on May 31, 2019 19:20:23 GMT -8
Tashi set her jaw as she eyed the posters, then up toward the criminals she was trying to defend. Her eyebrows flew up briefly as her grin widened.
"I've already lost all the money I was getting from this because I cannot kill this man-" She jabbed her thumb in the direction of Lucan, the supposed nephew of the noble she was serving. "So this is telling me that I could at least get something by killing all of you, yes?"
The men of the caravan exchanged glances. They had watched the display between them and decided it wasn't worth the energy. None of them wanted to be turned in, either.
So, well, they turned tail and tried to run.
Tashi rolled her eyes.
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Jun 1, 2019 23:46:14 GMT -8
Lucan would scowl as they ran "My uncle will torture you before killing you lot. He will find you too!" He would tell as they ran "Oh well plenty of other marks as well." He would say, he would walk to the caravan and would pry a lid open with a sword, he would eye the contents. Tea.. But wait! He would lift out the center and reveal a false bottom filled with opium "Cheeky bastard" he say examining the opium "Uses our caravans to smuggle illegal drugs." He would shake his head and sigh "Would you help me unload the legal contents and burn the rest of the load? I don't want this mess getting in the cities." He would ask with a genuine look of disgust "I know what you think of me. Most of it is true but I am not the bad guy here."
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Jun 10, 2019 16:43:28 GMT -8
"Illegal?" queried Tashi. "Opium is allowed in most places. Everyone and the Tsenpo use it. I do not even believe it to be illegal in Isra."
She moved towards him to grab the drugs and take a look at it. "We could make a fortune selling this, you know. It's used in a lot of medicines. It is also used to calm the nerves. Why would you throw this away?" she asked curiously. "Do not toss them or burn them! You would be wasteful. Tsk. Did no one teach you better? Even if you did not commit the murders, you are committing a crime by trying to do away with all the riches in front of you. Hmph."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Jun 10, 2019 22:04:48 GMT -8
Nods "While it is allowed and used in medicine." He would open a but and inspect the brick. "Its not pure." He shook his head and tossed it over to Tashi "It's more poison than opium. I've been seeing this alot. Was part of the bounty."He would say tossing the bounty paperwork at her feet, it had the faces of the three men and their charges, including but not limited too selling bad opium. "They are wanted because their stuff kills more than it supposed to." He put up his hands "Otherwise I would sell it." He smiles "By the gods woman, how do you think I afford all the alcohol I consume?"
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