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 Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig
Aleks Erland
Posted: Feb 21 2012, 05:18 PM


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The night before had been a satisfying romp at best and a sticky, uncomfortable one at worst. He had gone in not expecting much more than sex and had left with sex and a nice, warm, free bed, but had lost in the deal a small smidgen of “peace-of-mind.” It turns out, as things tended to do, that the woman he had chosen to bed was nothing less than an assassin. And, so following, was of course an assassin hired by none less than the Black Widow. Everyone had heard of the Black Widow. Even if you were too slow, or too thick, to realize that she was the almost-queen and wife of the king, you at least knew that she was the center of the notorious and mythological Black Court. And that people the black court did not approve of knowing their missions or being involved in their plots did tend to go missing.

Not that Aleks was particularly afraid that he would go missing. No, the truth was, he told himself, that he had done nothing wrong. Oh, what a sad and distorted spark of hope that was in this callous world. He told himself that he had not wheedled the information out of her. He had not even really been interested in it in the first place! She had made him read that letter (as she was undoubtedly illiterate).

Oh, yes. Well she had tried for a short while as though to convince him to stay with her “until the job was done.” But Aleks had been wary of that and pulled and pulled until she had seemed to give up and let him go. He wanted to go home! He wanted to be bathe and be warm – he had a schedule to keep! He was Lord Erland! He couldn’t afford to simply go missing an extra month or two – it simply couldn’t be done!

So he had saddled up after a hearty breakfast, leaving her with his careless, casual goodbye, and headed out with his guards – one of whom had, too, been lucky. The third, who had in fact not been very fortunate at all, reveled in telling the other two of his explosive, imaginary sexcapade.

They travelled this way for two hours – maybe a little longer until it was nearly mid-day, whereupon the view of a manicured and extensive lawn came into view, as well as the grey and poised manor upon it. Home.

The house had been kept alive in his absence by his staff, who had made sure that everything was in perfect order for his return, under the supervision of his mother, his brother and his sister-in-law – who all had fair run of the place when he was gone and whom he suspected of trying to subvert his every domestic intention. He knew they would try to pick his brain over supper tonight and that he would have to – have to – give them delicious story after story, filling enough to quell their desires for information.
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Ivory Santus
Posted: Feb 26 2012, 05:56 PM


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Ivory lingered in bed, hardly sparing a glance and bat of an eyelash as her bed-mate hoisted himself from her presence and abruptly left. She languished, not in the broken-hearted, forsaken lover's manner, but rather in the way of a sleepy feline, disturbed from its nap on the sill. She stretched, yawned and rolled over, curling up around the thick, warm duvet for what seemed an eternity before she poured herself from the comfortable embrace of her bed onto the cold, rough floor.

With deliberation and reverence she washed herself in the tepid water basin, rinsing away the stick and sweat from the night before, and running some of the water through her fine hair to put it in place once more. With practiced ease she dressed herself, first donning her undergarments, then pulling on a pair of hunting leggings that she had swiped from a young lord for their fit. She pulled the laces tight on the corset that cinched in the common, but still semi-formal cream overgown, the neckline bunching and ruffling from the restriction and the skirt billowing out behind her like a feminine version of a gentleman's coattails. A quick swipe along the bedside table rewarded her with the pretty, pointy hair comb she had worn the night before, and just as easily as she had placed every other adornment, she slipped it into her long locks to pin them in place at the top of her head in a messy bun. Moments later, the high stacked, high cut leather boots she so favored were laced up over her shins, and a weather-worn hat was snagged from the coat closet before she made her depart.

The huntress left an offering of silver on the counter as she left, grabbing a scone without missing a beat, and emerged into the late morning light for a breath of fresh air and another long stretch. It was going to be a good day, she told herself with a smile. With a skip in her step, Ivory made her way to the stables, where the lad tending the horses was more than happy to tell her the who's, what's, where's and how many's... after a little persuasion. From there, identifying a trio of horse tracks, one weighed down for its size (poor Lord Erland and his too-small ride) was a simple endeavor, and following them was even easier. It took her moderately longer to follow the same path that they had, for the lack of an extra pair of legs, but by the time the sun was beginning to bob near the horizon, the conspicuous estate made itself apparent.

The young woman climbed up into a nearby tree, lying down comfortably on one of the thicker branches some ways off the ground and simply watched. She watched the servants chatter at the gate, watched the stable hand sneak away for a romp in the hay, watched a few windows light up with the passing flicker of candlelight as the daylight began to wane. She watched the patterns and routines, and as the sky became stained with the sunset, she slipped down from her branch and through the little hole in the briar that she had watched the milkmaid use as she was being chased from the property. Picking a hopeful, glinting window, she slipped her way up to the frame and sat there, her legs dangling over the edge and her back braced against the frame, the brim of her old hat tipped down over her face carelessly. "Lovely evening, isn't it."

She could feel the smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Either she found the man she was looking for, or she scared the batshit out of someone. Either way... Good day.
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Aleks Erland
Posted: Mar 4 2012, 08:55 PM


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Supper had just gotten under way in the great, ground-floor dining hall. Aleks sat at the head of the mid-length, rectangular table, across from his mother. With his brother on his right and his sister-in-law to his left, they were altogether the picture of absolute balance. Things weren't quite as orderly when he wasn't here - not like this. But what did he know of that? N one ever told him and he'd never cared to ask. His lap was hidden beneath the table's long, white linen, and his arms were placed firmly atop the table's surface. Civilization. Culture. Propriety. It was here again, surrounding him. From the incense left on his skin from his long, relieving bath, to the perfume which made fresh his rich change of clothes (the colors grey and scarlet), to the fresh part in his hair, the sharp cut of his trimmed beard and the calm, at-peace look in his eye. Aye, he had stories to tell and lies to make up! But he would not be slain for a wrd set wrong, and he ha no line of livestock to tether and fret over. All of his slaves were sold, turned like magic into the heavy coins which had been sent ahead and now waited for re-counting in his office.

It was in that very office right now that a young maid, had been preparing Lord Erlands effects for his after-dinner "readings." There on his desk lie open the manuscript he had specified be fetched out of the library (who knew what it was about - she couldn't read) and atop of that was, well, the young maid herself. Skirts pulled up to her spread knees, she was possessively embracing in her arms the very guard who had rode in with Aleks this day. The very one who had counted himself lucky the night before. His back was to the window as he was facing the maid and the desk (which was altogether perhaps ten feet from the window) but she would have been staring straight at it if only she hadn't been busy giggling to herself and nibbling at his ear.

All of which was cut short by the sound of someone in the room suddenly speaking. There was a gasp as the maid's eyes flew to the window (let us be honest, Ivory sounded a bit like the head-maid here, and this girl had been warned that if she was caught messing up again, her job here was over), and a surprised, but over all annoyed huff as the man between her legs frowned and turned, keeping his hips copiously buried in her shirts.

"Who the hell are you!?" The maid squealed as quietly as she could manage, given the shock.
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Ivory Santus
Posted: Mar 19 2012, 03:00 PM


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It's a funny thing, how shallow and fragile civility and propriety are. Whilst below the lord of the manner dined with proper etiquette and grace, not ten meters away (as the ghost floats) his maid threw her dignity and poise right out the very same window where our "heroine" sat languidly. Her heel tapped and slid against the wall as her legs continue to swing lightly, thumping out a steady beat, reminiscent of a heartbeat. Thump, whurthump, whurthump, whurthump...

Ivory tipped her chin up to get a better view of the scene. To be quite fair, she had slipped in expecting to find someone less... female... and engaged... and more of the stranger-from-last-night-y type... so she had popped in ready to set the scene and state her arrival smoothly. Ah, well. At least she was in the house - mostly.

"I?" Her lips curled upwards slyly as she plucked the old hat from her head and dropped it out the window. "I could be a lover. Or, I could be a thief. Or," and she slid off her perch, landing with a dull thud on the floor. "I could be an assassin." She grinned wider, taking one step, two towards the pair. "Why so quiet, humm? If I were either of the latter, wouldn't you want the the master of the house to know I'm here? Come now. Say it with me." She stopped her forward progress, held her arms out; her maniacal grin reached its climax as she repeated the squeaked words at her lungs' full capacity. "Who the hell are you?!"

Her icy eyes slid from the maid to the guard as her arms dropped back to her side, a soft, growl of a chuckle filling in the empty space between breaths and her bellows. "And you, caught with your pants down no less. Tsk tsk." Her eyes beckoned him towards her - dared him to come at her, throw her out, take her down, anything at all. "I am... going to be using this room tonight. Any problems?"
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Aleks Erland
Posted: Mar 21 2012, 06:09 PM


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Below, a servant dusting windows flinched as something dark dropped on the other side of the glass. The poor girl frowned, trying to still her racing heart when she noticed that whatever had flown by was not coming back up out of the bushes where it had landed, and leaning slowly forward she looked down to see it. A hat, a wide-brimmed, fancy little hat! And not too bad for all its wear, either. Raising the window, the girl looked around and, looking up to see where it had come from and finding nothing to be there at all, reached out to snatch up the prize. She’d always wanted a hat.

Upstairs, however, no one was having quite as much luck when it came to surprises. The maid frowned in an attempt to not look uncertain, as the guard moved his hands towards his groin, fastening himself.

A lover? A thief? An assassin? An assassin? Were they really supposed to believe that? There was no such thing as a woman assassin, and if she had been one she surely wouldn’t have announced herself so openly. But she was going on, talking about alerting the master of the house…

And then she did the unthinkable. The girl gasped and the soldier’s eyes grew wide as this strange intruder began to yell at the top of her lungs. He, the guard, could not guess what would become of him or his maid if they were discovered and after gathering his wits jumped towards her, ready to silence her, somehow, be it a cupped palm over her mouth or two hands around her throat.

But he was too late. She was done screaming, and he was only part-way across the floor with a distance yet to be traversed.

Downstairs, dinner conversation halted. Generally, such noises would have been hard to hear in a house like this. But Erland's office was only a few walls away and one floor up from the dining hall, and Ivory had been screaming rather loudly. Excuisng himself, Erland pushed away from the table and made to see just what was going on, marching up the stairs on his way to the general epicenter of the commotion.

Meanwhile, the guard found his bravery lacking. Afraid that someone would be coming, and aware that he shouldn't be in the house, let alone accosting a maid, let alone accosting a made in his master's house on his master's desk, he made for the door.

Behind him, the maid slipped off off the desk, pushing down her skirts in a rushed way as she blushed in embarrassment and anger and tried to find her shoes. "I don't know what you are -" the maid started, staring at the ground still as she searched for the left shoe - But his lordship is [i]not[/i[ going to be happy when I tell him you are here! You'd best just get on out now!
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Ivory Santus
Posted: Mar 23 2012, 04:49 PM


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Today was a good day, it really was. It had started beautifully. Anyone of any actual importance had gotten their share of the opposite gender the night before, and Ivory counted herself lucky (read lazy) enough to sleep in the next morning, which in turn was rather lovely. The not-too-hot, not-too-cold early afternoon of Autumn had set a delightfully slow pace for the rest of the day, and if honesty must be had, the stalking huntress had even snagged a short nap up on that tree limb. She was feeling a little bit generous to the bushes. (That, and she entirely planned on going through the wardrobe later to see if she couldn't find a better hat at the expense of her "patron".) Yes, generous, and well-rested (read frisky).

Pity be it that she didn't have any of the effects she desired. In spite of her cocky demeanor and bring it on attitude, the maid continued to look only about half flustered, and the guard only exercised a half-hearted effort to apprehend her in any way. A frown of disappointment almost - almost! - spoiled her features as he turned tail and began to flee. But, no! She was having fun, and this certainly wasn't going to spoil her day! At least, not until the main attraction would arrive. And who knows? Maybe she'd get to ruin someone's day - three birds with one stone, if you would. A perfect way to round out the night!

Ivory had no moral problems chasing down the man, in spite of the fact that he was bigger than she. Her booted strides were nearly a jog as she skipped right along behind him. "Leaving so soon?" Her right arm snaked out and up, seeking out his neck in what would have been a choke-out hold had she been of a more proportional size. As it was, she could only just make it uncomfortable with her one arm, the other grabbing hold of the other wrist in case the man decided to retaliate and test her aerodynamics. Had it been any other situation, it could have been a young woman giving her brother a hug, and her expression would have said no less.

But never mind the maid. The assassin rather hoped she had managed to kick her other shoe playfully under the bed, so that she might still be looking for it when Erland finally made his appearance. Spite is so much fun in the early evening.
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Aleks Erland
Posted: Mar 23 2012, 10:42 PM


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The guard had made to run because, of all the people in this room, he knew Lord Erland the best. He knew that if her voice had been loud enough to be heard downstairs, Aleks wasn't going to just send up some servant to quell the issue. He knew that that son of a bitch was coming to check it out himself, and frankly, he didn't need to be caught red-handed in his boss's private office...with his boss's money. Oh, the fact that he was messing around with the maid came far and away second to where he was messing with the maid. This - this - was entirely wrong. He didn't have quite enough clout to talk his way out of this one. He wasn't on good-enough terms to be here. Not at all.

Pity she couldn't make that easy on him, wasn't it? Turns out this pixie didn't like making anything easy on anyone. He was racing for the door - almost there, in fact - when he felt the brace of an arm around his neck and the clasp of a feminine hand about his wrist. Her small fingers couldn't even make it entirely around his brawny limb, but she had a grip like a monkey pressing n his throat...and that kind of made it hard to escape.

The maid, with her skirt hiked up in her hands, was detained by her search for her shoe.

Back to the guard: Twisting, he grunted and choked a bit on the weight she was applying to his Adam's apple, and buckling at the knees slightly to relieve the pressure, took a moment to realize that after surviving a slave-tour in Aknatar and all the little skirmishes therein entailed, he was about to be brought down by a mysterious nothing of a woman.

He tried to jab his elbow back into her, a motion who's momentum was followed by him bending forward in an attempt to get her up onto his back and, if he was lucky, right over his head and onto the floor.

This man had no problem with beating up on a girl. He'd seen enough in chains to know that they could stand on their own pretty well and were far from the weak and helpless "fairer sex" Fexlund tried to pass them off as. This nosy pip-squeak was no exception to his discovered rule.

And then the door opened and a coiffed, clean, pleasant-smelling and dinner-ready Lord Erland std in the doorway...just a little pissed at what he saw.
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Ivory Santus
Posted: Apr 2 2012, 08:13 AM


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Ivory didn't need to know the man to know that he would come looking... eventually. Even if eventually meant distracting and occupying a wave or two of servants, well, sooner or later he'd have to take a peek himself, wouldn't he? It was his room... she hoped... and he'd be coming shortly... she assumed. That was just how things worked with the woman; things would go her way sooner or later, or she'd make them. Same outcome, either way. Who that inconvenienced on the way, well... that didn't matter so much.

All the same, she was getting quite a bit of enjoyment out of hassling the poor man that had only wanted to escape. She had to give a little skip to get up quite high enough, but once her arm was around his neck, all it took was the weight of her body and gravity pulling down on it to apply sufficient pressure to the man's throat to make him grunt uncomfortably. The arm she held in her other hand twitched, telegraphing his intent, and the waif quickly pressed herself tightly against his back to avoid any real harm, her hand releasing his wrist and lifting up to grasp at her own and pull back even harder.Then, just as she had expected and thought to prepare for, she felt the soles of her feet being lifted off the floor, and she skipped upwards once more to aid in the motion. If she was going over, she was gonna go over her way.

The slender arm slid but did not release its hold as she lifted up, up, her body coiling to roll with the gesture rather than fight clumsily against it. She hadn't quite did the complete little flip yet (probably very thankfully for the man she held on to) when, from over his shoulder, she spied the one she had been tailing.

"Darling~" she cooed, pressing her cheek to the man she still clung to, a toothy smile lighting up her features. "So good of you to greet me yourself, what a gracious host. Your staff could use some work though." (Finally!) she let go of her quarry, dropping down the slope of his back to land once again on her own two feet. "It's been too long." Facetious at best, but altogether true. She was hungry, and he brought an air of dinner with him.
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Aleks Erland
Posted: Apr 2 2012, 09:08 AM


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There was a guard in the middle of an attempt to overthrow a small, white-haired woman who clung to his back, and behind that fiasco, a maid with her skirts pulled up to her calves looking for something on the ground. In this room - in his private study - somehow a microcosm of disaster and disorder had bloomed. Aleks hated disorder.

"What the hell!"

The guard had halted his action as son as he had heard his boss' voice, but by then the little attacker had already pressed her cheek to his, addressed Aleks as "darling" and slid to the floor. Behind him, the maid's eyes grew wide as she dropped her hem to the floor and turned to see her master, dropping immediately into a deep curtsy, head bowed.

Free of the woman's grasp, the guard stepped away from her (to her right) and bowed his head, his breath unhappy from the brief struggle and attempt to flea.

"You!" Aleks accused with pointed finger as he recognized the little woman from the night before. "How did you get here?"
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Ivory Santus
Posted: Apr 2 2012, 09:41 AM


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Aleks was too picky. His papers were really the only thing out of place, and it hadn't been Ivory's fault at that. No, blame the rump of the woman who was running in circles like a chicken with her head cut off, pretending to be Cinderella with her one shoe! Breaking and entering, stalking, and assault aside, the woman was blameless in the entire matter, and the displeased reaction she got from the man she had come so far to see hurt. A little, at least; enough to make her frown and cross her arms across her chest, her hip jutting out to one side cockily.

What the hell indeed!

The woman gave the unfortunate guard a shove of misplaced irritation, and tipped her chin up at the master of the house. Really, to be addressed such... "I flew." She rolled her eyes. Really? How did she get here? "I walked. Along the same road you did. Then I climbed up that tree right out there, and came through the window." She snorted a little scoff of derision and stepped away from both of the men and back towards the window, as if to illustrate. Lazily enough, she didn't.

"You should be thanking me, really!" Ah yes, time to divert attention. "I saved your papers over their from getting smudged by her arse and hisseed," she said as she gestured to each in turn accusingly.
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Aleks Erland
Posted: Apr 2 2012, 10:16 AM


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His eyes became slits and his jaw a hard line as he listened to what she was saying, moving his eyes to follow her logic. They looked her up and down once, as though t search for the signs of a long walk, and then zipped to the window and the branches of the tree outside. That would have to go. He couldn't be having people just climb on up into his study whenever they so felt the desire. His eyes found the window, her body now framed before it, and then with a frown they darted suddenly to the maid and guard.

Yes...why was that guard here? He had no place in this house and especially in this room! The frown concentrated on the man now who had been pushed a step off balance by her aggressive shove.

"Good god, man! Didn't you just have a girl last night?" the maid's head tilted a little as she looked slowly at her lover, her face a scene of bitter confusion. "You act like you've gone without the whole trip! Get a hold of yourself!"

Aleks' eyes now found the young maid and he shook his head. "There are plenty enough rooms in this house, aren't there?" she bowed her head a little more, her legs trembling from the extended effort of holding the curtsy. "Get out! I don't need you whoring your slimy ass all about my desk - go!"

And she did go, shooting the guard a dirty look as the rise and fall of her gait, accompanied by the singular click proved that she had not, in fact, still located that other shoe.

So now it was Aleks, his guard (because he didn't trust Ivory), and that little lady from the brothe - uh, tavern.

Turning his eyes back to the lady, Aleks pushed the door closed behind him. "Why did you follow me here - climb up my tree and crawl into my house?"
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Ivory Santus
Posted: Apr 16 2012, 06:34 AM


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The lot of them really were making it hard to stay upset! Ivory's diversion tactic worked, for a little bit at least, and so her agitation rapidly dissolved to a quiet humor for the duration of the show. She leaned against the frame of the window, crossing one leg over the other, as well as her arms in front of her chest. The smile she sported was impish at best, and she couldn't help but chuckle under her breath. Slimy ass... Hah.

Oh, and she hadn't expected the jealous spite that suddenly welled up in the room! She hadn't been the one to lay with the guard the night before, and in fact, she hadn't seen him all night. It made it all the better when the cuckquean came to the realization that she had been cheated, and the look she gave him was simply priceless. Topped with a sweet dollop of an extended curtsy, and a hurriedly uneven retreat... Oh, it brought tears to her eyes as she fought back the urge to just laugh outright.

The slight woman gave a snort and chuckle as the troubled two left, the only escape from the riotous laughter that so badly wanted to escape. She looked over her shoulder and down into the bushes below (where did her hat go?!), sizing up the tree, the wall itself, anything to keep her attentions away for just a moment longer. "Oh yeah, you should really bar this," he chortled, giving the frame a rap. Her actual answer came both delayed and heralded by a humored hum.

"I followed because I didn't know the way," she lilted. "I climbed the tree because it was high. I came in because the window was open. I stay because I smell something delicious, which is important because I haven't eaten since this morning." Or maybe it was closer to mid-day. It was breakfast at any rate, whenever it was she had finally dragged herself from bed. Her head tipped to the side a little playfully, wispy little strands curling around her cheek and collecting the sunlight from the window. "Any other questions, or can we eat?"
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Aleks Erland
Posted: Apr 24 2012, 12:10 PM


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Aleks pursed his lips as she went on her cute little rant about how she’d gotten here and what he ought to do to keep troublesome tag-alongs like her away. He wasn’t going to bar his window – that was for sure. How suspicious would [i[that[/i] be, hm? Bars on his windows! But that tree could most certainly go. He just couldn’t stand to have this sort of thing happening more than once.

However, this entire scene affirmed in his mind that she was some brand of deranged and that that, combined with the letter he had read her the night before added up to the fact that he just should get her out of here and far away as soon as possible. The night before had been fun, but he just didn’t want any more. Please and Thank You.

You have to go.” he stated calmly, a frown creasing his brow. “I can point you in the right direction if you are lost, but beyond that…” Aleks shook his head, the Fexlund tones escaping him.
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Ivory Santus
Posted: May 2 2012, 02:56 PM


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Deranged? Sometimes, but not now, not really. Deranged was hanging up the carefully slaughtered carcass of the tramp down the way. This was just hungry, moderately bored, and keeping in good interest of business. And though literal, metal bars would likely have been the best bet (and good first step) to keep her from getting in, she had actually suggested simply locking them. After all, such a measure would require her to break something, and that she didn't really want to do in the long run...

In any regard, the fun had come to an abrupt end. Ivory wasn't about ready to let it slip away that easily, however. "Lost?" She thought on the word for a moment in mock-seriousness. "Verrirt. Zabludislya. Perso." She checked each word off on her fingers, as if counting the languages she sounded off in. "No, no. None of those sound like 'hungry'. Are you stupid?"" She shook her head in feigned exasperation. "Because if you're stupid, I can explain better, but beyond that..."

Yup, she was mocking him again. One hand on her hip, tipped out to the side cockily, she smirked. What was the point in living if you weren't going to be having any fun? And what was more fun than that obtained through the expense of others?
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Aleks Erland
Posted: May 28 2012, 07:21 PM


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Aleks' eyes narrowed as she continued on along her path of sarcasm and feigned obliviousness and snarky, snarkiness, and tilted his head forward half a degree. What other words could he possibly use to describe this woman? She didn't seem to have any major motive for being here other than to irk him (unless she had come to make sure he stayed quiet about her silly hit) and...he still had a curious family waiting...

Shaking his head, Aleks turned for the door, placing a hand upon it with the intentions of opening it right up and, if he was quite allowed, yelling.

"Guards! Gentlemen!" someone would come - maybe several someones, and quickly. Frankly, Aleks just really didn't have the patience for this strange woman. He had been dealing with freaks for months now and all he wanted to do was eat his own food, sleep in his own bed...you know, the simple things. And not a one of it included her. Not anymore. he didn't care who she killed, or how many. As long as she didn't hang around here to do it.
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