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Post by Sapphire on Sept 28, 2006 13:26:23 GMT -5
Elyssa Vetinari entered the Dove with a sigh of relief. She smiled at the bustling life of the inn. It was a messy sanctum of ,oddly, peace for her. It had been a long, painful day, one that involved dozens of orders and a rushing to get everything finished. Her day had began at dawn and had only ended now, nighttime. It was a tiring day. She smiled at some people and exchanged pleasantries with more that a few of them. Elyssa was famed for her creations; by nobles and commoners alike. She smiled warmly at the barmaid, remembering the time when she had been one her self. She shook her head at this and sat at a secluded table.
She ordered wine and when it arrived, sipped it gratefully. Sometimes it was best to just stop and take some time to think about what you were doing. She had been working so hard these past few weeks. Weddings, funerals, balls, so many events to make so many clothes for. It was quite scary. She sat back and surveyed her surroundings. People of all kinds stood, sat and mingled with each other. She loved this colourful array of people. She twirled a loose piece of wool around her fingers. It was a habit she had picked up when she first started at the shop. She twirled it around her fingers and smiled a cheery smile. Life was good!
She looked at the door to see if anyone interesting would show. Elyssa hadn't been out of the shop in ages. It was her night off, off from work, off from responsibility. So maybe she had always had her nights off, but it was the only night when she had just decided that she deserved the night off. Though she was technically out of the shop, she still had her mind on it.
She tugged at the thread, thinking. Ever the work-a-holic, she still had part of he mind on dress patterns and the latest order of silks and cottons. She pondered new pattern ideas and wondered about whether or not this and that would be appropriate. Strangely, thinking about work made Elyssa smile. She loved the intericate workings of the shop and the vibrancy of the fabrics. But, she decided, she needed a break. A break from all that, sometimes it was just too much, too overwhelming. She shook her head, she loved the shop, but when was the last time she had been out?
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Post by Jazz on Oct 1, 2006 11:05:04 GMT -5
If you had really good eyesight, and were particularly observant, you would've seen a figure scurrying through the hard rain. This figure was tall, slim. Not muscled, but surprisingly fast. He was soaked to the bone, his white-blonde hair lying flat for once in his life, covered by his hat, which he stubornly held on to. The wind was a greater thief than all the rogue. His other arm was full of papers, clasping them close to his body and - unsuccessfully - trying to keep them dry. Already the ink was running, smudging. He swore softly.
Felix Black had been sitting, quite peacefully, in a public garden that he loved to go to. He was working on a new piece of writing; although it was more of his own fancy. He'd given up long ago on sustaining himself only through his creativity. needless to say, deep inside his work, he'd been caught unawares by the thunderstorm. So here he was, running and trying not to slip. Indeed, the Dancing Dove was nearer than his own home - and was like a second home to him in any case. He almost collapsed with relief as he saw the familiar sign through the sheet of rain.
Throwing open the door, and shutting it quickly, Felix collapsed onto a chair by the nearest empty table. Hat was placed on the far corner of the table, and the young man pored over the papers. They were soaked through, the ink running and the words unrecognizable. He didn't swear, just pushed them away disgustedly. Head in hands, Felix contemplated throwing a fit, then decided it wouldn't achieve anything. What he needed right now, was a strong drink.
Seething with anger and loss, he didn't pay any attention to where he was going, and promptly tripped on his way to the bar. Cursing, he grabbed the edge of a table and pulled himself up, only to find himself face-to-face with a rather pretty girl. He rolled his eyes, muttered a "Sorry, miss" and cursed the gods. It wasn't his day.
Felix Michael Black had to be the unluckiest man in the world.
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Post by Sapphire on Oct 1, 2006 11:39:24 GMT -5
Elyssa Vetinari wasn't paying attension as a Felix Black ran into the Dove. She was watching the crackling fire. She watched as the flames danced and flickered and had let her mind drift. She was thinking of dress patterns and colours, something her mind was on alot. She sipped her wine gratefully. It was a comforting escape on her one night off. She smiled slightly and let her mind drift back to the flames. She loved the fire, loved the dancing flames. So she wasn't watching as the young man stumbled into the Dove.
And so when a hand thumped onto her table she jumped a foot. Taking a deep breathe she looked at the person attatched to said hand. A man around her own age with startling white-blonde hair. In his hand he was clutching papers. She blinked at him, still slightly shaken. Usually such a thing wouldn't have fazed her, but she was so out of it that she hadn't even realised that anyone was walking past her table. She was about to open her mouth to say something when:
"Sorry, miss"
She pulled a face and rolled her own eyes, "It is alright, you just gave me quite a fright is all." She tilted her head and looked at him. Hmph, he could show a little more remorse than an eye roll for shaking her up so much. She frowned and shook her head. She knew she shouldn't be angry, but she had gotton such a fright, it was unnerving to think that she could get so shaken up by something so little. Maybe she had been in the comfortable, quiet noise of the shop for a bit to long.
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Post by Jazz on Oct 3, 2006 12:49:35 GMT -5
The gods hated him.
This was the Black Theory of Divine Unfairness. There was no other explicable reason that Felix would have to go through so much. Just when things were looking up... fifty-four pages ruined, and he'd humiliated himself in front of a rather pretty girl. Felix, though attractive, wasn't a ladies' man. Oh yes, he was definately a romantic, but... he was unsociable most of the time. He just didn't feel the need to have girl at his arm.
This one made him blush, which he knew was prominent on his pale cheeks.
"It is alright, you just gave me quite a fright is all," she told him, rolling her own eyes. Oh dear. All the rage had gone out of him, and now he felt tired. Felix sighed. Running a hand through his hair and murmuring another apology, he turned away. Felix was known for being stand-offish, and although he didn't know it, he was. But, as if hit by second thoughts, he stopped, whirled around, and said something softly along the lines of: "IknowthissoundsstrangebutcanIbuyyouadrinkmiss?" This was, unfortunately, too fast and quiet to be audible, although listners would've heard some sort of mumbling.
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Post by Sapphire on Oct 3, 2006 13:15:27 GMT -5
Elyssa watched as the young man squirmed. Maybe she had been a little too sarcastic? She tilted her head. Maybe she hadn't considered the fact that he had in fact tripped. Assumptions, as much as she hated them, she was a little quick to make them. She cringed. She smiled slightly at him as he muttered an apology. "No, it's ok." she muttered. He turned quickly and she shrugged inwardly. Back to fire and people watching. The perfect way to spend her night off.
"IknowthissoundsstrangebutcanIbuyyouadrinkmiss?"
Huh? Ok, what was that? She raised an eyebrow and blinked at him, "Excuse me? What on earth did you just say?" She smiled at him. "You sort of mumbled a bit." She looked up at him expectantly. What had he just said. Had it involved not people watching she had to wonder. Maybe not people watching would be good. A nice way to spend her night off after all.
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Post by Jazz on Oct 4, 2006 12:48:53 GMT -5
"Excuse me? What on earth did you just say? You sort of mumbled a bit."
Felix blushed an even deeper shade of pink. He coughed, clearing his throat, and found (somehow; it was never found out how) his confidence. His cheeks returned to their pale colour, and Fleix smile apprehensively at the pretty lady. "I'm sorry if I seem a bit forward, but would you like a drink? I need some company or I just might go mad." He tilted his head, and looked the lady over properly. He was sure he'd seen her before, although he couldn't say where.
Then he slapped his forehead. "How rude of me, miss," Felix said softly, "My name is Felix, Felix Black. Who might you be?" Felix had never done this before, and in his opinion, he was digging his own grave. But Felix didn't care anymore. Weeks worth of hard work washed away... He needed someone to talk to, and he didn't have many friends. He didn't really have any, being a social recluse. But since he was already speaking to her....
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Post by Sapphire on Oct 4, 2006 13:19:32 GMT -5
"I'm sorry if I seem a bit forward, but would you like a drink? I need some company or I just might go mad."
She smiled at him and tilted her head, "Sure, it'd be a pleasure. I'd love to." she grinned. This was a very good way to spend her one night off. Better than people watching even. She gestured to the seat next to her. "You might as well sit down then." She studied him. He had papers tucked under his arm. She wondered what they were. She spun the thread in her hands and thought about what she had just been thinking about. Threadwork, needlepoint, weaving. Maybe it was time to think about something else. Even if it was only for some few minutes.....
"How rude of me, miss. My name is Felix, Felix Black. Who might you be?"
She grinned, "Elyssa Vetinari, pleasure to meet you Felix." She knew she had recognised him from somewhere. He was a scribe or something. She wasn't that in with the gossip of the commoners, as she so lovingly refered to it as, as she had basically lived in the shop for the past few months. Business had been busy. It suddenly dawned on her that she might be the one who needed company and not the other way around.
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Post by Jazz on Oct 5, 2006 12:47:17 GMT -5
"Sure, it'd be a pleasure. I'd love to. You might as well sit down then."
Felix looked at Elyssa, at the chair, then back at Elyssa. he hesitated, and Elyssa smiled, tilting her head. After a moment of doubt, he took the pro-offered seat, neatening his sheaf of papers, and placing them on the table. He smiled at her, still unable to place her. "Thank you, miss," he said politely, ruffling his wet hair. "What can I get you, miss?" A little voice inside told him that he didn't have the money, and that he had to eat. He ignored it.
"Elyssa Vetinari, pleasure to meet you Felix."
"Likewise, miss Elyssa," he said, offering his hand for her to shake. "This is a bit awkward but... where do you work? Only I'm sure I've seen you before, but I can't think where." He smiled slightly, fiddling with a random pice of wire. It was one of those odds and ends that you found in your pocket but never knew how it got there.
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Post by Sapphire on Oct 12, 2006 14:06:05 GMT -5
She smiled warmly as he sat down. Glancing at the papers he carried in his hands she asked, "So, may I asked what's in the papers?" she tilted her head. She was curious. As usual. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back! And she was curious.
"Thank you, miss," he said politely, ruffling his wet hair. "What can I get you, miss?"
She bit her lip and thought for a second, "Oh, anything really. Anything. What are you having?" she ignored the quiet voice that told her she wasn't thirsty in the slightest. She smiled at Felix. It was good to have company. She twirled the thread in her hands and grinned. "Anything"
"Likewise, miss Elyssa," he said, offering his hand for her to shake. "This is a bit awkward but... where do you work? Only I'm sure I've seen you before, but I can't think where."
She shook his hand and tilted her head, "Elyssa Vetinari, thread mage, dressmaker. You've probably seen me in one of the dressmakers shop in the Market District. I don't really ever leave it much. It's been a really busy year." She shrugged and looked at him, "What about you? I'm sure i've seen you somewhere. Or at least heard about you." She smiled. She was sure he did something with writing. She was sure that she had heard about him at some point.
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Post by Jazz on Oct 15, 2006 11:32:50 GMT -5
"So, may I asked what's in the papers?"
Felix shifted uncomfortably. He hadn't expected this to be the topic of conversation, nor did he wish it to be. Quite frankly, Felix's writing was a sore spot for him. He loved it, but it never got him anywhere and he was too afraid to show anyone anything beyond the poetry he paid them for. Needless to say, it wasn't the best choice of subject. "Just... things," he told her, frowning slightly. "My work." He ended it at that and turned his attention to his suddenly interesting nails.
"Oh, anything really. Anything. What are you having? Anything."
Felix had wanted a very, very strong drink to start off with. Something to get dead drunk on. But, as he thought about it, he realized it wouldn't sound very good to say 'oh, anything that will smash m' brains out'. Instead, he tilted his head and eventually said, "Oh, just a glass of ale." The small voice that told him that he couldn't afford to was ignored, and shot behind the sheds. "What takes your fancy?"
"Elyssa Vetinari, thread mage, dressmaker. You've probably seen me in one of the dressmakers shop in the Market District. I don't really ever leave it much. It's been a really busy year. What about you? I'm sure i've seen you somewhere. Or at least heard about you."
That explained it. Felix must've bought something there sometime, although he couldn't quite remember. But the question turned to him, and once again he squirmed. He hated talking about himself. " 'm a scribe," he said, as if regretting to part with the words. "Was with the Players a while back." Now he really needed a drink.
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Post by Sapphire on Oct 15, 2006 12:03:29 GMT -5
"Just... things," he told her, frowning slightly. "My work."
Elyssa watched him squirm and immediatly regretted asking. Curiousity killed the cat. She bit her lip and nodded. "Oh," she muttered. She cringed inwardly. Why couldn't she keep her mouth shut? It was one of those irratationg mannerisms that she hated about herself. Mostly she was proper, but every now and then curiosity got the better of her. She smiled apologetically. Wow, what a way to meet new people.
"Oh, just a glass of ale. What takes your fancy?
She raised her eyebrows. He looked like he needed more than ale. But she smiled and shrugged, "Oh, whatever. Really, um, water?" She shrugged. She ignored the darling voice that said that if she had any more alcohol she would get plastered. She was never one who could hold her drink. She didn't really like drinking, but her father had givin her wine since she was fourteen, so it was a drink that was more out of habit than anytthing else. Though sometimes it was just better to drink until jou couldn't remember you're name, it was one of lifes little experiances that you had to, well, experiance.
" 'm a scribe. "Was with the Players a while back."
She heard the almost regret in his words. She had just discovered things not to say to a one Felix Black. She nodded. Scribe. Players. That explained alot. She had heard about him from some friends of hers that were in the Players.
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Post by Jazz on Oct 17, 2006 12:28:17 GMT -5
"Oh."
Elyssa's downcast expression was enough to make Felix wish he wasn't so introverted. He knew he was stand-offish, he knew he was a recluse. It still didn't mean he had to be rude... But Felix didn't want to talk about his work. That was a no go area. He offered a weak, apologetic smile and a shrug that said: 'sorry, it's just how I am'.
"Oh, whatever. Really, um, water?"
His smile grew as she smiled at him, and he nodded to her. He could feel his cheeks start to colour at the awkwardnedd, so he took the opportunity to jump up to go to the bar. "Just one moment." She walked up to the bar, and very nicely and politely placed the order. He collected and calmed himself, then made his way back to the table, where the subject of conversation turned to his occupation.
She simply nodded, and the awkwardness pressed down on them again. Desperate, he frantically searched for something to talk about. "Eh... were you at the Solstice Celebrations?" he asked pleasntly, if nervously.
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Post by Sapphire on Oct 24, 2006 13:09:55 GMT -5
"Just one moment."
She smiled at him as he went to fetch the drinks. Felix was, well, different. He was sort of sweet, in a dishevelled artisty kind of way. He was interesting, very un-Elyssa. Elyssa was no-nonsense and a work-a-holic. Felix seemed like this, but in a different way. It was a good change. Something, new, different. Un-El was good.
She toyed with her braid as he walked from the bar. "Um, thanks." She sipped her water. She felt bad about the occupation thing, but how was she supposed to know? Every one had their 'please, let us not go there' issues and this seemed to be his. She tugged at her braid one last time for luck and smiled at Felix.
"Eh... were you at the Solstice Celebrations?"
She grinned. Ah, the Solstice Celebrations. Good times, she loved the solstice celebrations. It was so......colourful! She Besides, the solstice made for good work. People needed to make good impressions. People needed new clothes for good impressions and for their new clothes they wanted the best. And fortunatly for El she worked at the best. This was great experiance. She really loved the Solstice.
"Of course. What do you think. The biggest business day of the year. And besides, I love all the colours and the dancing and everything. It is my second favourite time of year." She smiled, solstice was second best to Midwinter. "Were you there?"
As she said this the door of the Dove swung open loudly. She glanced at the door to see no other than her apprentice walking into the inn. Raelle wasn't one to make a big entrance so she guessed it was still raining pretty hard. Raelle was more the quiet sort. She slipped into the Dove silently after banging the door open so loudly. El sat back and watched Raelle for a second. Her apprentice was so different to her. Where El was extroverted Raelle was definately introverted. She tunred her attension back to Felix.
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Raelle Nokes - Apprentice Dressmaker & Mage
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Post by Halo on Oct 24, 2006 13:36:19 GMT -5
Raelle rushed through the torrential downpour, as fast as she could, to get to the Dancing Dove. She frantically pushed open the door and it opened loudly, to her embarrassment. At least her hair wasn't wet, which was a miracle in this sort of weather. Raelle looked around the inn. Catching sight of Elyssa, she smiled to herself.
Raelle found a seat and began contemplating her day. I wonder if it will thunder, she thought. Raelle had a rather strange habit of singing during thunderstorms. She decided to get a glass of ale and approached the bar, not wanting to bump into anymore people that she might know. Ordering her ale, Raelle turned to look at Elyssa. Oh! Who was she talking to? A man? Oh how she couldn't wait to tease Elyssa tomorrow!
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Post by Jazz on Oct 26, 2006 11:55:15 GMT -5
Actually, despite the assumptions of one Elyssa Vetinari, Felix was nothing of the sort. He was a writer, a poet. he was most definately not the down-to-earth, no nonsense type. His passion was nonsense. His passion was writing, not his work. He did overexhaust himself when he got caught up with his writing, but he wasn't a a work-aholic, because his job gave him no pleasure, and he didn't overwork himself when it came to that. He was, however, the "dishevelled artisty" type Elyssa had pinned him as.
"Um, thanks," Elyssa said, and Felix (who, as we have asserted, was not the worlds best socialite) only replied with a polite but quiet "No problem." He drank from his ale, which was much to light but didn't make a bad appearance, and ran a hand through his permanantly messy hair. This impulsive conversation wasn't going badly, but now Felix was starting to wonder why he'd even started it. Elyssa was a wonderful girl and all, but he just wasn't good at this.
"Of course. What do you think. The biggest business day of the year. And besides, I love all the colours and the dancing and everything. It is my second favourite time of year. Were you there?" she asked. Felix was of mixed opinions about the festivities. He hated noise and crowds, butthe inspiration and colours and art were all so wonderful... "Yes. I can't say I like crowds much, but I never miss it." He'd loosened up a bit. He knew he was too closed off for his own good, but it wasn't easy to open up.
The Inn doors were thrust open spectuacularly, and Felix's gaze as drawn to the figure hurrying in. She quickly sat down, and Felix turned back to Elyssa, paying the woman no heed. She didn't have anything to do with him, and ncie werse. She was really just another face in the crowd. But, it seemed, not to Elyssa. Felix was quiet an unsociable, but he was very observant. Elyssa was obviously familiar with the newcomer. "You know her?" he asked.
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