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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 12:37:34 GMT -5
The man's friends burst out laughing, though shock settles in at the prostitute's audacity. The feast hall quiets as the fat man throws her off him screaming what anyone who understands Volantene, or Valyrian, or any of the languages as calling down the gods upon her family, who are apparently demon-headed whorespawn one and all. He takes a glass of wine and throws it at her.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 12:42:10 GMT -5
Amelia gasped when the wine spattered all over, her arse still hurting from being thrown to the floor. "Don't like the cake, hmm?" She asked angrily, slowly getting up.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 12:44:43 GMT -5
The man is far from done; no Volantene noble can afford to lose the face of being upended by some garish whore in public. He walks to her, screaming in Volantene, and he has a fist balled up.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 12:50:17 GMT -5
"Get away from me!" Ami called out to the man, tripping over as she tried to shrink away from is backwards.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 12:54:36 GMT -5
"No king tells his lord how to marry his daughter off; he just agrees to stand out of the way," Fyodor says. "If he started making lords marry as their daughters wished, they'd rebel. And my letter was perfectly clear, polite, and honest." He sounds insulted she even asked that. "I knew it would be," Reyna sighed. "But you know what my people are like. They take offence where none is meant. Oh!!!!! There must be something that will change my father's mind." She banged her fist on the nearby table in inimitation of an angry raider, a gesture not at all fitted to her normal character.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 12:57:49 GMT -5
"I think he considers me a weak greenlander," Fyodor notes. "and now he wishes to come burn my home to the ground. I've had better responses to letters before." He watches Kal Stark drag the northern girl out the hall. "Well, we'll probably not be in Volantis much longer."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 13:01:17 GMT -5
"The man overreacted," Amelia grumbled, though she gave Kal a thankful smile for having managed to get her away from the man. "I simply fed the man some nice cake!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 13:03:21 GMT -5
"Shut up." Kal looks enraged. "Perhaps I misunderstood our purpose here. I thought we were supposed to be making allies, not dressing like slatterns and shoving cake into nobles' faces." He angrily gestures for their carriage.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 13:04:47 GMT -5
"I suppose not," she said. "But you know, there's one thing you could do. Show my father you're not weak."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 13:07:04 GMT -5
"I plan on it." He looks grim. "But I don't think he's going to enjoy learning it." He looks her over. "You look amazing, though...
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 24, 2012 13:12:24 GMT -5
"Shut up." Kal looks enraged. "Perhaps I misunderstood our purpose here. I thought we were supposed to be making allies, not dressing like slatterns and shoving cake into nobles' faces." He angrily gestures for their carriage. "Oh, Amelia," Arania had far more sympathy than Kal did, though she was shocked at her friend's behavior indeed. "You should be more careful." She dabbed at the wine that still dampened Amelia's skin. "Where did you even get that gown? And what happened to the green one?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 13:12:31 GMT -5
"A girl has to look good at a feast," she said. "And I expected to find you here."
She smiled at last.
"But tell me, how are you going to prove yourself to my father?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 13:30:59 GMT -5
"Thank you, Arania," Ami said to her friend, smiling at the girl. "The green is in our rooms; I got this one from the gentleman I spoke to earlier." She turned to Kal. "I am sorry... I will apologize to the man if you wish."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 24, 2012 13:36:16 GMT -5
Arania looked at Danya, wondering if she had been right after all. "What kind of gentleman?" she hissed, terribly curious all of a sudden. "You can tell me about that later," she said quietly, looking at Kal's enfuriated expression.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 13:37:12 GMT -5
"How?! Just...dammit. And what sort of gentleman gives a dress like that to a woman he doesn't know? I never heard of Vaghus Horsefire being called a gentleman." The carriage arrives. "You two can go...I'll just try telling the triarchs you had too much to drink and thought it was a masquerade ball or something." He pecks Arania's cheek and whispers. "Make sure she doesn't find a dress even LESS revealing than that, please."
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Dustin looks to her with a resigned sigh. "If he comes north like I suspect he will...well, I will probably have to kill him."
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