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Post by Volere on Jan 30, 2010 16:05:17 GMT -5
Setting: Library. Obviously. Status: Open to all.
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She needed more arms, and she distantly wished that she were a mad scientist. Something like Dr. Frankenstein might work -- though of course she would do far better than his failed projects -- and she really didn't mind the scars that might adorn her body in result of the surgery. What were a few more, anyway, she figured.
But Volere was not mad, though she might be considered so by some. Angry sometimes, perhaps, and sanity stretched a little thin from the stresses of the past several years, but she was by no means mad. Nor a scientist either. That's not to say that she hadn't read about the sciences as avidly as all her other subjects, and heard whispers about new discoveries before she could even do that. But she found no interest in any sort of Chemistry, or Physics, or Biology; the only thing that she found use in was the branch of Psychology.
Either way, she was not a mad scientist, and she did not have multiple pairs of arms. This was alright, for even if she had more arms, it wouldn't increase the speed at which her eyes could move over the pages. Sighing slightly, Volere scooted her seat closer to the table, bony shoulders hunched over the table as she scribbled into the blank pages of an open book. She was surrounded by several open books, and was unfortunately limited to that one arm that she wasn't writing with to flip the pages of each book when the time came.
The sweet, calm silence of the library left the perfect atmosphere for her thoughts to whimsically wander away from her written project at her own leisure. Quiet, solitary... She wouldn't want it any other way.
But then, Envy rarely got what she wanted.
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Post by Viridis on Jan 30, 2010 22:34:46 GMT -5
Volt nem akármi tükrök.
Viridis gave a shaky, relieved little sigh as she ran a gloved finger along the edge of her blade. She thought that even such an ugly place as this deserved to be graced by her presence (even if for only a short period). For the umpteenth time, she pushed the dagger away at arms-length to reflect her image in the steel, adjusting some loose hairs as she descended the steps with a resounding click click click of her heels.
The library -- if it could even be called such -- was barren, to say the least: she frowned at the shelves as she reached the bottom of the staircase, one hand poised on her hip. Even her library back in Magyarország had more than this.
She gave a little sigh, checking herself in the blade again before continuing swiftly down the hallway. Maybe she could write an autobiography: that would be sure to liven the place.
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Post by Volere on Jan 30, 2010 22:51:30 GMT -5
Volere knew every sound in the library like she knew her own voice. And by this, what could be most gathered was how well she knew the sound of silence. That was what she was most accustomed to here. The only other sounds that would -- or should -- ever fill the space of the library were the turning of pages, the scribbles of pen, and the splatter of ink on pages.
The Monarch practically cringed as the very different sound echoed through the empty library to her ears. High heels were most certainly not what she wanted to hear in the library.
My library, something dark and protective inside of her growled, but she simply sighed, irritated expression falling impassive as she looked up. She pushed her bangs back, eyes peering through the poorly-lit rows of shelves as the steps rounded nearer and nearer. Mentally she predicted who it might be, several possibilities coming to mind.
Dipping her quill in the ink and deciding to continue to write until the presence was announced, she decided anyone would do for now. Or almost anyone. She would rather see Iracandus round the corner in a set of those obnoxiously loud, click-click stilettos than Avaritia.
This was her time, she thought as her eyes narrowed at her work. She didn't feel like dealing with 'Her Highness' right now.
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Post by Viridis on Jan 30, 2010 23:02:58 GMT -5
She continued to walk, enthralled by her own reflection for a couple of moments longer. She didn't hear anything besides the sound of her own feet; she had been hoping there would be someone there. She stopped at the intersection of bookshelves, looking left and right as a glossed lip jutted out in a pout.
She was sure there would be someone here: after all, someone had to be keeping this place alive. Viridis turned herself down another hallway, feet picking up speed as the outline of someone, hunched over a desk, became clear to her.
"Vooool-eeeeer-eeee!" she cried excitedly, running full sprint with her dagger clutched in one hand and a clump of fabric in the other as a smile broke on her face.
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Post by Volere on Jan 30, 2010 23:18:23 GMT -5
The cry met her ears and there was no guessing as to of who it was. She gave a soft, nearly inaudible sigh as she gathered up her patience, carefully placing the quill down and keeping the ink-covered side away from the paper so as to not tarnish her hard work. She leaned back in her chair, hands folding in her lap and eyebrows raising slightly in surprise as she watched.
She had to hand it to her. The woman could run remarkably fast for shoes like that.
Volere knew better to be unnerved by the knife in the other Monarch's hand, but that didn't stop her from calling out upon her rapid approach, "You should be careful with something like that, Viridis."
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Post by Viridis on Jan 30, 2010 23:24:31 GMT -5
Pride stopped once she met the desk, looking over at the dagger and then back to Volere with a nod. "I suppose you are right -- I could have cut myself. But! No matter," she replied, sitting herself down in a chair (after dusting it off), turning to stare at the drab Monarch silently.
'She should really do something with herself,' she added mentally in her head, looking over her with scrutiny. 'She would look far better. Not like me, but, better.'
She gave the girl a little smile, sheathing the dagger under the folders of her skirt before patting down the fabric and demanding, in a simple, curt and clear tone: "Entertain me."
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Post by Fantasma on Jan 31, 2010 2:23:51 GMT -5
She couldn't help the smile that crept across her face as she peered through the shelves of the near-barren library. All the careful work she had done to spare dear Volere of her presence and here walks in Viridis without a second thought. The shear impudence of Pride. She was almost envious, tittering quietly to herself at the irony.
Fantasma had come to the library in search of nothing in particular aside to keep her mind from idling, and decided upon entering that perhaps it would be best to avoid the other Monarch. Not that she didn't like Envy as much as the others, just that she believed such a person's presence is best observed at a distance. With the addition of Pride, it was now a for sure fact that she should not disturb either.
Feigning ignorance, long nailed fingers continued their work on ancient shelves, glancing over moth eaten bindings. A title caught her interests and she carefully tugged one book from it's resting place, only to be greeted with an ample burst of dust. The sneeze she was able to contain but the small shriek that left her lips as some variety of tiny black bugs scuttle out from beneath the book. Her hands shot up to cover her mouth as if to take it back but sadly, it was a bit too late.
Curses, she hissed mentally.
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Post by Volere on Jan 31, 2010 9:46:08 GMT -5
Volere's eyebrow twitched slightly at the sudden, sharp noise, and taking in the newfound presence at once with the request, she picked up her pen lightly between her fingers.
"Perhaps," she said lightly as she looked down to her half-empty book, as if she had known of her presence all along, "Fantasma would be better suited for such a request. She is, of course, well trained in entertaining her guests, aren't you Fantasma?"
A part of her was silently irked that the other women had managed to get around without her knowing. Or that she was so close. An instinctual feeling of paranoia rose in her throat, but she swallowed it down as if it was bile, lips turning down slightly. There was nothing, her logical side knew, to be suspicious about in either woman. Fantasma was likely looking up some ridiculous book from Earth like The Karma Sutra and Viridis...
Well, apparently she wanted entertainment, and the thought that perhaps she had specifically searched her out for it let the taste of bile fade and the frown relax into a faint smirk as she looked back up to her, and presumably where the other Monarch was, judging by the feminine scream.
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Post by Fantasma on Jan 31, 2010 13:18:22 GMT -5
Fantasma peeked around the edge of the book case which stood not entirely too far from the pair, wide eyed at the acknowledgement. Clearing her throat lightly she flashed the two a wan smile.
"Oh you're right, I am. But, dear Volere," she purred, slowly striding towards them, "I don't believe Viridis interested in my brand of... entertainment. Not right now at least."
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Post by Viridis on Jan 31, 2010 15:31:55 GMT -5
A rather noticeable frown tugged down her lips. It was not that she disliked Lust, to say: there was little no animosity between the two. The simple fact was that for Lust to attract others, there had to be a level of physical appearance to be met -- one that, perhaps, Vanity herself did not appreciate.
'Minthogy ha ÉN akar mer fekszik azzal piszkos kurva!'*
All the same, a sickeningly sweet smile spread itself on Viridis' face. "No, perhaps some ... other guests would prefer your services? I am sure her Highness would appreciate the company."
'Isten tud ez hogyan ő kezelt -hoz eljut őt sor. Lenne olyan könnyed -hoz szelet őt megjelöl... mm, nem : túl tisztátlan...'**
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*"As if I would lie with that w----!" **"God knows that's how she got to her rank. How easy it would be to slice her up... mm, no: too unclean..."
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Post by Volere on Jan 31, 2010 16:33:44 GMT -5
Volere's smile remained carefully neutral as her eyes flicked between the two, somewhat amused. This was the reason why she generally avoided their "Dinners" together with the other Monarchs. Some melded more nicely together with others, but when it came down to it -- there would almost always be some sort of clash. In that sense, she had to hand it to Avaritia. It was quite the feat for Nillea to come to be as it was under rulers who, by all means, should be at each other's throats.
Clearing her own, she carefully decided to play the negotiator, leaning her elbows against her table and greeting before Fantasma could reply. "Well, if you don't look particularly ravishable today, Fantasma," she complimented, thin lips curved up in what could have been flirtation. She added lightly and delicately to curb the other woman's jealousy, "And your beauty continues to outshine even the brightest of suns, Viridis. Not that either of these things particularly surprise me." Here, she stuck the tip of her pen between her lips and arched an eyebrow, smile fading. "What does surprise me, however, leads me to inquire as to of just what reason has led the two of you to the Library, of all places."
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Post by Fantasma on Jan 31, 2010 17:59:40 GMT -5
Viridis' words made the hair on the back of Lust's neck stand on end. She brushed off the comment, refusing to dignify her with a response. It once again raised the question that had come to her mind many times before while speaking with other monarchs; 'Why don't you like me?' Fantasma could see no fault of her own, but she supposed this was Vanity, and why Vanity did anything was a pure mystery to most.
A devilish grin spread across her face. "Why, thank you Volere. You're simply too kind." It was the sort of flattery she would expect from anyone aside Envy, but a compliment was a compliment. What really concerned her was the question. As though she needed a reason to be at a library.
"I'm here because if no one else is going to entertain me, then I must find a way to entertain myself. An idle mind is a devil's play thing, you know." she said matter-of-factly.
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Post by Viridis on Jan 31, 2010 18:19:10 GMT -5
There was a heartbeat where Viridis darkened, rather visibly after hearing the compliment intended for Fantasma. Every eye aimed towards the Succubus, every kind word in her direction was one not being focussed on herself. Deep down something in her snarled, but was quickly quenched by Volere's words to her.
A small smile stretched over her face, and she ran a hand through her golden hay locks. "Always perceptive," she replied, eyes returning to Envy. "And I, well, I suppose even dusty old books deserve a glimpse of their Monarchs, hm?"
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Post by Volere on Jan 31, 2010 18:54:36 GMT -5
"I see," she said with a flat edge to her tone.
How tediously boring. Living lavaciously, sleeping with the men -- or women -- of their choice day in and day out, being constantly adored and found beautiful. Volere resisted the urge to roll her eyes and mime the world's smallest violin. Instead, she leaned back in her chair again, tucking a piece of short hair behind her ear and crossing arms over her chest.
"If you're both seeking entertainment, how do you propose I entertain you?"
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Post by Volere on Jan 31, 2010 18:56:00 GMT -5
(( Not gonna lie, I'm rooting for a threesome to be the answer to this question. So badly. ))
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