Raiha

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]If you boys are finished with your dick waving contest...I believe I have things to do with this thread now. And you two will be rendered somewhat irrelevant. Now taking suggestions as where we can warp to next. Do I hear Russia? Ireland? Some non European country?![/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]First part of the bomb taken care of. Now someone with technological capacities for real things...like hardware.... Is going to have to tell her what to do next.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[RIGHT][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/maceyellen-chronicle.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/daedalusavatar.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/jackavatar.jpg[/IMG][/RIGHT] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Macey leapt up and went for her room, believing that she'd be no help with a basic mechanical bomb. Instead she went for her old notes and research, as well as Fonty's camera, pressing a servant that hadn't left yet into service. Downstairs however, Daedalus and Jack had hit a roadblock. They had exposed several parts of the bomb only to discover that its composition wasn't quite what they'd been anticipating. Daedalus blinked several times, as if he wasn't quite sure what he was seeing.[/i] "Am I looking at this right?" "It almost looks like it came from a body." [i]Jack gently touched one of the wire-like strands, only to discover it pulsing, and warm. Bright red, he realized very quickly that it wasn't simple metal and wire, but biological. He rolled back on his knees, and turned to examine it from another angle. There were dozens of the things. Surrounding the detonator, and every other part they'd have to reach. Daedalus looked over his shoulder for his niece.[/i] "Now where did Macey go?" "What could she do about this?" "She's a genius with this kind of technology. Odds are she could tell us what to do about it, cause damned if I know how to get around it." [i]One of the servants that had remained behind, armed with instructions to find Macey, dashed off, if only to get away from what he knew could very well be ground zero. And to his great surprise, he found her headed for the exit, a servant and her holding several packages and valises full of goodness knows what. Macey turned to see the servant rushing up, and listened to him gasp out his story, when she thrust most of her burdens into his arms and snatched up a smaller case and headed for the basement. She called over her shoulder. [/i] "Head for the exit! I'll go deal with this myself." [i]In the cellar, Daedalus had picked up a small pair of pliers, and was pushing aside several of the tubes, just to have them slither back of their own free will. Cursing with frustration, he had to hold himself back from simply throwing himself on it. Jack turned just as Macey walked in, wearing a heavy skirt and holding a case of tools. When she walked right up to the bomb, she popped open a latch and revealed several surgical tools that looked remarkably out of place next to a bomb. Jack rolled his eyes as she withdrew a scalpel and a pair of tweezers.[/i] "Oh yeah, what are you going to do with those. Cut it into submission?" "You can help or hinder, but I'd prefer it if you just shut your gob and got out of my way." [i]Macey hissed at him in a low voice, examining the bomb visually, then putting an experimental hand directly up against the pulsing, biological pieces. Her eyes widened for a few moments, as she felt the pulse. She withdrew her hand, then leaned down to put her face very close to it, sniffing experimentally. Then she rolled back, with an expression of dawning realization on her face.[/i] "It's blood." "...you gotta be kidding me. They gave the bomb a heart?" "I didn't even think this kind of technology was possible yet." [i]Daedalus looked haggard, and somehow impossibly old.[/i] "It's new. We'd just begun creating bombs with biological components. But...I never thought the research had progressed this far." "Well you're lucky I came back for my notes. They put this one together pretty badly. Normally, when they link up a bomb like this, if you cut any one of these lines on accident, it sets it off. But the people who did this one were either in a rush or rank amateurs. I can cut the arteries...for lack of a better word. But you'll have to tell me what to do next." [i]Macey blinked several times, breathed out once, then snatched up her knife and slashed through six small tubes, in a seemingly random order. Blood gushed up around her, splattering her face, hair, and exposed arms. The others retracted away from the clusters they'd need to reach, and pulsed, but otherwise held still. She shook her face several times, then scooted back and set down her things. Daedalus and Jack both flinched, then realized that they were both still alive several seconds later. The bomb remained still, not going off, but not disarmed either.[/i] "There. Now take a look."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Sandy']And I thought I was being the rude one here. XP Give the poor guy a break, D'Ann - he couldn't have known about your plans. And Malkav, I'd do what she says if I were you; even though D'Ann seems to despise Bavaria, the two of them have a lot in common. XD[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Oh hush you. He knows now. Sure we have a lot in common. Attractive. No longer married. ......that list is getting shorter and shorter.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Several things wrong with you Malkav. Well your post that is, things that are wrong about you would fill several books. Seriously. 1: Gravius is not about to be sucker punched by anyone. He's ex military, whereas you're just a bloody pirate. I thought you should know, so you can fix that. Because when Gavin gets online again later he'll have a heart attack and then revive himself and kill you with his bare hands. 2: Jack isn't about to stay. Because Macey is going to disarm the bomb with her uncle, not you. Before you start crying about how you don't get to play with the high powered explosives, you can go kick your sister out of the house. Not that I'd be sad if Bavaria and me, and my uncle, and you went up in smoke, but that's rather much. So you can either radically revamp your post, or I can kick your ass until you're wearing your buttocks as a hat. Go figure.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Funny story, Hillary Clinton is/was on the board of directors for Wal-Mart. But I digress. I happen to dislike Wal-Mart if only because it's always distressingly messy, totally disorganized, and generally a scene of ABSOLUTE chaos. I prefer Target because generally the employees can at least direct me in the general correct direction of what I need, I don't trip over merchandise littering the floor, and I'm not afraid of getting stabbed in Aisle 6. But as far as the economic and ethical questions go? I'm a die hard free market capitalist. And Retribution, although cute, is totally wrong about how they pay sweat shops less than other sweat shops. Virtually everything in the bloody store comes from China. Now don't get me wrong, I don't care much for China in general, but if Wal-Mart wants to do business their way, I say let em. If you don't like Wal-Mart, vote with your feet. Go to Target, or K-mart, or any other similar if slightly more expensive store. Trying to close down a company just because they seem to be doing very well strikes me as odious. That and I think companies should be allowed to do what they want. Government regulation: Higher prices for stuff. Government getting out of our noses: Abuses on occasion, but generally better for everyone involved.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Shy'][size=1]Poor Fonty. Is there a potionist in the house? Also, if Sandy could just post I'd love to move on to the next day. I have the 'Wanted' poster ready and everything! -Shy[/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I think if he could 'just post' we would've been in the next month already. But seriously folks, the only two accomplished potionists in Rosengard right now are hip deep in ancient tomes and studying alchemical theories up the wazoo. I wouldn't be surprised if they're covered in chalk, ink, and dust from half a century ago. But odds are a clever servant will figure it all out and drag your corpse to them. And DEAR GOD I can't imagine Macey staying in such a house for much longer. Or I can really, but the idea of Jack and Macey in the same place strikes me as a relatively dangerous thing. After all, it's her fault he now has congestive heart failure. But on the other hand, Eva and Macey would stay. If only to make the Deacons wish they had never come. The servants would rather spit than help them, as their loyalties seem to run towards Daedalus, and other 'real' Almagests.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I found someone had posted the entire soundtrack on youtube on a very convenient playlist, so I just use that instead. It's not that I didn't like the whole thing in its entirety, there are just a few songs that I love THE MOST. And I'll list them now for you in order of how they appear on the film. 1: No Place Like London 2: The Worst Pies In London 3: Epiphany. Essentially I just love the lilting of the first song, the ranting of the second, and the rage and sorrow in the third. I love how Depp's voice roughens up when he becomes angry.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Unfortunately I don't think I could literally stomach watching this movie. A for the reasons James outlined. I.E. No reasonable plot with cool likable characters. [Since they all apparently die or something]. And then there's B The Cinematography. I was watching the previews in various venues and every time I felt the beginnings of motion sickness. As in I had to either avert my eyes or clamp my right hand firmly down on my mouth while I used the other to massage my temples.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Wow! Awesome! ...If only this happened to me. So it might be just you. Or boys just like you. Boys who have unconscious secret crushes on me.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Nerdsy dearie, you're going to grow up to marry your lab partner in college. It's just how it'll go. But seriously. I've been in that situation, only not playing the part of you, but the part of the girl that has to reject you. Not a fun time. Just rest assured that being the one to crush all the romantic inclinations and dreams of any man that you care about, is a terrible thing. It stings and it aches and it doesn't feel like anything you'd think. You feel like a terrible coward, and part of you just wants to go for it, but then you realize that you'd only be doing it so you don't feel guilty. But it'd never be a real relationship, and it'd never be something beautiful like you'd always imagined.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[i][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Premonition, facedown in the rapidly forming mud looked for all the world like a man defeated. Well if you want to call him a man anyway. And there we all were in one place, a generation lost in- Wait, sorry, wrong line. Allamorph got down and started to count to ten very slowly, slapping the tile floor with one hand every time he said a number, when suddenly the twitching began. And like a corpse hideously struck by lightning and reanimated, he lurched to his feet, wielding his stick like a baseball bat.[/i] ?Whoa there folks, it looks like Premonition?s still got some life in him yet! What could possibly happen now to keep him standing?!? [i]Ten seconds later, it was his foe, lying prone in the mud. Or is it supine? I can never remember. Who cares. Anyway, Digitalboy fell, and a hush fell over the crowd. Well for everyone who cared anyway. Revelation, Vicky, and Indifference were chatting blithely about the glorious weather and Ozymandius and Sunfall were comparing manicures, when Allamorph made it to ten. It was roughly around that point that I actually started caring, and stood up to get a better view. I leaned over the pit and saw to my surprise long haired girly boy, facedown in the mud this time, looking like he?d been run over by a tractor instead of just a truck. And on rather wobbly feet, Premonition held him at bay with a stick in the back of the neck. At this shocking realization, the crowd went wild.[/i] ?My goodness! We never saw this coming ladies and gentlemen! Who would?ve thought?!? ?Who indeed! This is a day that?ll go down in OB history forever! Premonition defeats his one time mentor and lover! Digitalboy is down!? [i]Boo and Ikillion were howling into their improvised megaphones like it was going out of style, expressing SHOCK! HORROR! OBJECTION! Well no, maybe not that, but the point is every person invested in Digitalboy?s defeat was cashing in, Gavin trotting over to Desbreko with his hand out. Ah well, more power to the underdog I suppose. The independent adjudicators dug out the two intrepid heroes and dragged them, encrusted with goodness knows what to the feet of James?s throne. He looked down upon them ponderously, and someone came with a hose and swiftly made the two semi clean again. Well as clean as one can be when covered in a variety of lacerations, bruises, etc. etc. etc. And there they knelt, one in slightly better shape in the other, but both on their last legs.[/i] ?Digitalboy. As a total failure and dreadfully near death, you shall be partially healed and then be forced to submit to the punishment as outlined in the previous statements made here today.? [i]And there he shivered like a leaf in the wind, horrified of the impending doom about to descend upon him like a thirsty man upon beer. Then Premonition received a vague nod from James and he raised his good arm in victory, right before a vulture swooped down from above and landed on it. And here?s where it started to get weird. It opened its beak and croaked out:[/i] ?Nevermore...? [i]After a certain suitable amount of time had lapsed in which we all just stared, it let out a mournful call and swooped off on wings the span of my body. And off it went and thus, somewhat subdued, we all went back to our business. The servants filled in the hole and laid down new tiles, and Desbreko finished tallying the results of the betting, sorely regretting starting it in the first place. His fangirls would console him anyway. Or so we figured. I busied myself with congratulating my husband while Sunfall and Rach retired to their chambers and Digitalboy was led away screaming and shrieking by a very self satisfied group of frustrated OB members. Allamorph and Shy joined forces to present Premonition with a begrudging gift. Of pie. Revelation sat down in the living room and we joined her, when all of a sudden she gestured for silence. And put one delicate hand to her ear comically.[/i] ?Hear that?? [i]Faintly, if we all stopped breathing for a few seconds, you could hear the faint howls of a man facing his worst nightmare, and the mad cackling of Sandy. I heard the screaming of wild rabid fangirls, and then I paused to take a breath. Heaven?s Cloud and Charles strolled by casually, discussing finer things, and a group of OB-ites thirsty for learning trailed after them. I heaved a sigh, when Vicky appeared in a pink apron, holding out a slice of raspberry cake to me on a platter. And I considered it for several moments before reaching out a hand to claim it.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]The tears of small children. .......pumpkin seeds actually. And atomic fireballs because I really ADORE cinnamon in all its forms, even when it makes me tear up and cry like I'm chopping thousands of onions. I also sometimes splurge and snack on the rice cakes from the Vietnamese market, but those aren't anything and are hardly considered filling.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='DeathKnight'][color=crimson]It gets worse when you start checking for a pulse.[/color][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I could make a joke about rubber bands in the same vein, but I'll leave it to your capable imagination. I notice wedding rings, but since I'm a girl, they tend to not stop me from caring about wedding rings on other girls. But I DO care about wedding rings on guys but most of them I know forget to wear them or washed them down the drain years ago.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]And there they were, the lords of Pyrdon standing in rebellion against the Green Wyvern Throne. Dweomer pitting its limited powers against the nigh unstoppable forces of Unbalanced Death. With plotting, and back stabbing, and court intrigues. But aside from the obvious political ramifications, children were being born with power beyond simple force of will. And in a remote corner of Pyrdon, a woman gave birth to a half breed child, begetted by an Elf of all people. A traveller with his alar, selling horses to the Deverry and Pyrdon lords to ensure them a victory against the Eldidd men. The child started out as any other Deverry child, perhaps with ears slightly sharper than the average humans, but with normal eyes. Utterly human looking, until you took a closer look and discovered that they were a deep yellow, a honey gold. And out of them this child saw things that most men were comfortable denying. Planes of existence above the world of matter, Wildfolk flocked to her in droves, and her mother soon became driven to the point of madness. The child's name was Mirryin, and she had what some called a strong dweomer gift, even as it tugged at her sanity. But she clung to it with the stubbornness of any elf, and grew into a pretty woman, old enough to travel on her own. So she ran, to the place she instinctively felt was home and ended up in the Westlands, far away from the human world. Once there, Aderyn, the Wise One of the West taught her to control her gift and sent her on her way. Now, armed with knowledge and power, she travels through the Westlands and is currently traveling up the coast, using both her dweomer and wits to keep herself alive. [/i] [center]~~~~~~~[/center] A duo RPG with The Harlequin and myself. Yeah, he's back. And it' s my fault. Name: Mirryin of Pyrdon Age: 22 Species: Half Elf Half Human Occupations: Traveler; Dweomer Apprentice Innate Talent: Summoning Appearance: See attachment, subtract large death snake Personality: Somewhat serious, stubborn, vengeful. Currently: Is wandering far away from the intrigues and sadness of the Deverry Civil Wars, with the news of such dribbling to her in small disjointed bits.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Applied to a college in the area, well within the time limit to get admitted in Fall Quarter. They hemmed and hawed and accepted me...UNTIL ...they called me and mentioned that I'd forgotten to send them some obscure transcripts. So that was a wash. By the time I'd finished doing the bureaucratic dance of paperwork and *** kissing, I'd been admitted by the 4th week of a 10 week quarter. So I was unable to attend and had to spend time screwing around, rather than working while I waited for this quarter to roll around. And THEN they said I had to reapply for the Winter Quarter, which meant another 55 dollars in admissions fees, which I coughed up, but the ended up waiving. So thank god. But other than that, not much terrible has happened yet besides people forgetting to matriculate my classes from previous universities. Oh well.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Sue me for doubting some people here, although if I'm wrong I'll certainly stick my foot so far up my-. Nevermind. I'm such an evil one I am. And I'd post more in this vein but uh.....I think I'd need censor bars first. And before some ruthlessly relentlessly stupid boy opens his mouth and cries out 'Tomb Raider' I'd like to say NOW that it's a Revy cosplay. That's a Black Lagoon cosplay folks. NOT the overdone kinkstress we all have come to know and loathe. And the others are from an FF8 tribute series called 'Girl Next Door.' I'm only posting the tame ones for the sake of....sanity. And before you start whinnging to me about exposing too much leg, Ikillion and Sunfall both said the last one was safe for viewing.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Once I got out of my junior year, every bit of laziness I ever felt was attributed to 'senioritis.' EVERYTHING. Although on the other hand I'm a massively organized and competent student, and I always had stuff done before it was due. And now I'm a junior in college and I'm STILL like that. I finished my math homework and it isn't due until next week. I finished my chemistry lab report and that's not due until next Monday. So I don't really have it, but it's a convenient fallback if you forgot a report or something, or left it at home. Not that it's really that great.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]And here I've set up a plot point with Crystia, Sakura, Beth, and me. The ladies of varying generations are locked up in Leonhart's library where it's nice and safe and there's no Bavaria. The idiot woman forgot to sneak her husband's keys out of his bedroom and make copies. Unlike Macey and Eva. But now that they're there, the plan is for Alecia and Macey and Eva to work together and be interrupted by Victoria Ann, guided there by the servants.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[i][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Shy, having finally abandoned his mad quest to protect his cheesecake, delivered it to Desbreko as a start to the festivities. As if on wheels, tables appeared loaded with food, which the OB-ites fell to as if there was about to be a famine. In between bites of remarkably spicy kabob, I noticed that the contestants in the nearly dead death match had already been hurled into the pit and were waiting on opposite sides. And some of the nicer people on Ob, in this case Aryanna and Panda, were extending down food on spears. I reclined on one of the seats that had been set up for the general populace, and exchanged cups of tea with Indifference and Sunfall. Both were reclining rather regally, with their hair done up in a variety of pins and combs, brocade and silk everywhere. My husband was discussing a finer point of logic with Andrew and Ken while Jokopoko shadowboxed with a rather animate shadow. And Petie was standing guard over the proceedings with a rather stern look, declining food and drink alike. Rach played what could only be called a funeral dirge to warm up the crowd for what was sure to be a horrifyingly gruesome spectacle. On the other hand, they were only going to be provided with sticks. So as far as blunt force trauma goes...perhaps nothing worse than broken noses and fingers.[/i] ?With luck one?ll kill off the other and then we?ll have to kill them both to make it even.? ?But then who?ll win the bets?? [i]I cocked my head quizzically at Revelation?s question. She and Vicky were peering at the books Desbreko had run up with some confusion. I have yet to understand odds when it comes to betting, but so far DigitalBoy was looking quite good by comparison. Then again, this was an exercise in ridiculousness anyway, so you could hardly expect the results to be typical. Ozymandius Jones struck a gong and the crowd fell silent. James stood, looking very much like Christopher Walken from ?Balls of Fury? and began to pontificate, with some of the more venerable members of OB nodding sagely. Kenneth, Gavin, Nerdsy, Sephiroth, Heaven?s Cloud, and Charles alike, all were looking rather owlish. Ignoring them, the women giggled and tittered and exchanged flowers while all the while fanning themselves with delicately made sandalwood instruments. Sakura meanwhile was looking rather out of sorts, most likely because she had yet to make a transition from the time periods and was still in rather Japanese looking garb. I blame her name.[/i] ?Everyone! Gather round! Let the games begin!? [i]And with that, the gong sounded again with a terrific crash and DigitalBoy and Premonition squared off. The crowd pressed forward eagerly, but not too eagerly, afraid to fall in and get pummeled on accident. Within moments, the two had begun smacking each other with the sticks, the sound of thwacking and fwapping filing the air. Sandy immediately began to shout at them, yelling out corrections, protesting that everything they were doing was wrong. Meanwhile the women, not necessarily ones for blood sports, looked mildly disinterested and began to comment on frivolous things like the weather. Unfortunately with Ikillion announcing everything into his megaphone, aided and abetted by Boo and Allamorph, who had escaped horrible damnation for this round.[/i] ?Aaaand it looks like DigitalBoy has gotten a lucky one on Premonition?s nose! Look at the blood flow there! My god it?s everywhere!? ?You?re absolutely right Boo, it appears that Premonition?s left wrist isn?t doing too well either, now that was an easy one there. Oh my goodness! Did he just get head butted?! This is brutal folks! You?ll never see anything like this anywhere else!? [i]I yawned pointedly, which drew cackles and giggles from the women nearby, and was about to open my mouth for a snappy comeback, when suddenly it was all over. Premonition was face down in the mud that had formed in the bottom of the pit, looking for all the world like a bear on the highway after it had been run over repeatedly with a truck.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]After knocking about several graveyards in the name of 'Anthropological Studies' as well as to fulfill a pointlessly painful exercise for my classes this past quarter, I discovered that the older the graves got, the better the epitaphs engraved on the tombstones. Catharine Jamison: "Demure At Last." And this woman died in the early 1900s. So I was wondering when you die, will you have specified what you want as your epitaph? I know what I want, since Isaac Asimov already said it. D'Ann: "Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well you can hardly expect people to stand by idly and be insulted in their own house. Although Macey and Eva both waited until Lady Bavaria wasn't surrounded by people and those to hurl their insults from where it wouldn't be obvious. That and Macey restrained Alecia from pounding Lady Bavaria into a bloody shrieking pulp. So in short, your point makes a certain amount of sense, but if Jack can't see the problems with Lady Bavaria's behavior, he should prepare himself to receive the same amount of loathing and scorn.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Since time is pressing for Macey and Eva, I'd like a cure for them to be found within a week [real time] anyway. If that works out for you Sandy. Since it's Macey's neck on the proverbial line. Of course other interactions are welcome, as long as they involve some form of annoyance or discomfort for Bavaria. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[RIGHT][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/maceyellen-chronicle.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/marieevangeline-chronicle.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/ladybavariaavatar.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/alecialeanna-chronicle.jpg[/IMG][/RIGHT] [LEFT][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Macey slipped into a pair of loose cream colored linen dresses, one slightly torn at the hem, and the other with slightly ragged sleeves. Not that it mattered, considering her hair was still elegantly coiled at the base of her neck and she was wearing a kirtle of all things. Somehow, the twins managed to remain looking stately and noble, even as their arms were full of various books and sheets and Macey had a duplicate of her father's library key stashed in her heavily folded sash. No clambering up and down ladders for her. The two rushed down the stairs and were headed towards the main foyer when a cluster of servants looked over at them and inclined their heads to beckon them over. Eva paused as a lookout for trouble as Macey edged her way over, as much as she could anyway with her hands full. She leaned over, knowing somehow that the servants would be whispering.[/i] "Lady Ella, we were just wondering if you'd thought of any way to get back at that cow. We heard you talking about it earlier." "Well...for starters, I'd like you all to make yourselves scarce when the main party comes back home. If you can manage to find tasks far away from Lady Bavaria, that'd be helpful. Perhaps only one of you could be here to greet here. And none of you are to attend the memorial service here until the true Almagests are going to hold their own." "She comes to what she thinks is her 'ome and there's nary a girl to take her cloak. That'll be a sight worth seeing." [i]With a conspiratorial wink, Macey went back to her sister as the servants immediately began to divide up tasks that could be best done very far away from the flouncing sniffing would be matron of the house. As they turned a corner, they saw the Lady Bavaria herself stepping down from her carriage, virtually stepping on the brakeman who cordially bowed to her. Apparently he was possessed of some superhuman ability to smile in the face of the devil. But meanwhile the other servants, who had already heard Macey's whispered suggestion had done as she'd asked and vanished into obscure places. Eva and Macey turned their heads, pointedly ignoring Lady Bavaria, when the woman in question swept right up to them, a frown on her face.[/i] "I would [b]hope[/b] you two girls aren't going to attend your father's service dressed like commoners." "Well you see Bavaria, neither of us are going to attend another service where you'll be in attendance. And thus we do show our love for our father, which seems to be far more genuine than yours." [i]And here Eva lowered her voice so only Macey and Bavaria could hear.[/i] "You selfish gold digging, pompous slut." [i]Lady Bavaria's face turned a dull blotchy red, and she gripped the edge of her skirt as if it had offended her. She opened her mouth to speak when Macey cut her off with a cold cool voice, one that had made men cower, and boys run for cover.[/i] "We will say goodbye to our father on our own time and out of your presence. It's not up to you to dictate what constitutes dishonor in a family you're not even descended from. Give yourself airs all you like, but neither of us will ever call you Mother, and nobody in this house will ever have a kind word for you ever again." [i]Before the startled woman could gather her wits and riposte, Macey and Eva had flounced off in a sparkle of fabrics and smirks, neither of th em fearing the slightest of reprisals. As they made their way to the library, they saw Alecia catching up with them, nearly out of breath.[/i] "I overheard what you two said to that- that-" "Call her what she is Alecia." [i]A servant nearby, polishing bronze statuary called out in nearly perfect timing.[/i] "A whore to pigs and dogs." [i]Everyone present giggled, cackled, chortled, or alternately laughed aloud. Macey unlocked the library doors and ushered Alecia in, with Eva slamming them behind after letting several servants sneak in. Once there, Alecia sat down in a chair and Macey began to spread out documents on one of the stately old tables. Eva set down her books with a thump and turned to her niece with a mirthful expression playing about her features.[/i] "Now then, what brings you to us Alecia?" "I just wanted to tell you that if you had any idea on what to do on this...situation...I wanted to help. She's no Almagest, she's a disgrace to the family." "And here I thought I was the disgrace." [i]Macey's upper lip twitched, as if she was holding back half a gallon of laughter. But it was true; now that Lady Bavaria had publicly disgraced one of her own, no member of the family could ever be genuinely civil to her again.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR][/LEFT]

[quote name='Sandy'] But Bavaria has influence only on the servants, she can't kick out family members. And Macey will make sure that Gadget isn't going anywhere. Eh, right, D'Ann? *sweatdrop*[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]You're dam right she can't. Of course she's not going to be able to fire Macey's personal servants either, because if she does, Macey will most likely do something awful in a subtle but somehow obvious retaliation. I can't imagine most of the servants staying though, or just the personal ones. And somehow I can't think that Lady Bavaria knows which end of a soup pot to hold, whereas a certain number of the family do, and will shell their own acorns so to speak. It's like Lady Bavaria thinks she's bulletproof, but these sorts of 'accidents' have happened before. Anyone here see "Hot Fuzz"? Seriously now though, Macey will actually need Gadget close by for both her own research as well as Eva's. That and it'll keep Vincent nearby as well, which will be good when we start to examine the Gustave story arc. Cough. Haha.[/FONT][/COLOR]