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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 16, 2015 16:00:31 GMT -5
An enormously expensive tavern.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 16, 2015 16:01:01 GMT -5
Amelia and Arania arrive, no doubt with some guards. Ami does her best strut into the tavern, not having been able to have actual fun in a long time.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2015 16:03:25 GMT -5
The place is packed with Oldtown nobles and foreign rich men and women. Arania glides in with only a look at the guards and she has a seat, getting a glass of the most expensive thing she can order. Probably condensed baby tears or something. Amelia sees men of varying incomes all over.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 16, 2015 16:13:03 GMT -5
Amelia looks about for the richest looking man and shoots him a pout before turning to Arania. "It looks like neither of us have been able to enjoy ourselves of late."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2015 21:39:46 GMT -5
Arania just nods. "Some of us take our responsibilities...a bit seriously," she said. The man smiles at Amelia, then frowns a bit as he sees his liege lady.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 17, 2015 1:34:50 GMT -5
"Come on now, there is an element of seriousness that I take to with my work," Amelia chided her friend, though she smiled. "Who is that man over there, who so dreamily looked at me? The very rich one."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 17, 2015 10:33:35 GMT -5
"Andrew Bulwer," she said. "He's mostly useless, in my opinion." She shrugged. "He's all yours."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 17, 2015 11:05:48 GMT -5
"Useless how? He has a lot of money. Ohh.. he must have inherited it," Amelia said, giving Bulwer another look and crossing her legs.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 17, 2015 14:38:48 GMT -5
"Everyone here inherits their wealth," she said. "It makes recovering from catastrophes like we've suffered even harder. No one knows how to grow money," she said. "But they still pretend they are men and in charge."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 17, 2015 15:01:54 GMT -5
"Those sorts of men are never in charge," Amelia commented, looking away from Bulwer. "Any move I make now, he will simply follow." She sighed. "Men are so simple sometimes."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 17, 2015 16:06:10 GMT -5
"Most," she agreed. "Once you find out what they want you just exploit it. Makes ruling a mite simpler, at least." She sipped her wine. "I'd have thought having your own city would suit you," she admitted.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 17, 2015 16:40:33 GMT -5
"Gulltown isn't a city - it's a hole," Amelia stated, her finger tracing the rim of her glass. "I had thought I would enjoy it but it was too much work - and not the type I enjoy." She finished her drink and strut up to the bar for a new one. On the way back she purposefully dropped one of her rings and bent over to pick it up, pushing out her arse towards Bulwer. When she sat down again she sighed, then laughed. "What do you think - after that display how much would he spend on me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 17, 2015 16:43:02 GMT -5
"I don't much care," Arania admitted. "I've lost my taste for men. Probably a lot." She thought. "Have you seen your father?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 17, 2015 16:52:40 GMT -5
"Oh cheer up, Arania," Amelia said, raising her drink and taking a sip. "You're so dour! As for father? No, I haven't. I doubt he wants to see me."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 17, 2015 16:53:48 GMT -5
Arania raises her glass as Buler ambles over. "My lady," he said politely to Arania, then he looked to Amelia. "And whoever might m'lady be?"
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