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Post by The Stranger on Apr 28, 2008 1:41:36 GMT -5
Traveling what seems like forever down the narrow corridor, Brandon eventually is relieved to find that the opening is getting bigger, until finally he can get up on his knees. Before him is a little wooden door. Trying the handle, Brandon discovers that it is locked.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 28, 2008 1:44:37 GMT -5
Brandon finds his lock-picking set and tries to unlock the door.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 28, 2008 1:45:33 GMT -5
The lock is for a tiny key, intricately made, and likely one of a kind. The door does not open.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 28, 2008 1:48:38 GMT -5
Brandon knocks on the door.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 28, 2008 10:51:22 GMT -5
There is no answer.
The dinner bell rings.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 28, 2008 15:37:54 GMT -5
Brandon crawls back out and changes clothes before heading to dinner.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 28, 2008 16:44:24 GMT -5
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The dinner table is set for six places, and as Brandon enters he sees Demezla Uller at the head of the table. On her left and right are two twins, Lysene by descent, One is wearing a purple dress, the other a red dress, both are smiling and chatting in their own language. Next to the girl in the purple dress is an enormous Summer Islander, perhaps 7 feet tall, or more. He wears a pair of decorated breeches, and nipple rings made of heavy brass.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 28, 2008 16:47:14 GMT -5
Brandon introduces himself to the guests at the table in their own language no less. And seats himself next to the Lysene girl in the red dress.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 28, 2008 16:56:45 GMT -5
"This is Elye and Alye" says Demezla, although she does not bother to explain which one is which. It's possible she doesn't know. The two girls twitter, but do not reply to Brandon.
"That is Aorta, He's a captain who trades with us some times. Say hello Aorta."
"Hello Aorta." The man says, his voice an almost supernaturally deep baritone.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 28, 2008 16:58:54 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Aorta," Brandon sais in the summer island tounge. "How was your day, Demezla?".
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 28, 2008 17:01:34 GMT -5
"Fabulous." She says, pronouncing it "FAB-u-LOUS" in the manner of those who feel anything but.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 28, 2008 17:04:51 GMT -5
"Is that so? I had quite an interesting day, some guards tried to follow me around all day. They should be better trained I suppose," Brandon smiles
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 28, 2008 17:10:33 GMT -5
"They will be punished for failing in their task. Perhaps you would like to conduct the reprimand yourself? After all, I heard what happened to Lord Irwyn, and we can't have that happening to you my dear now can we?" She smiles.
"Shall we eat? I'm starving, we should eat." She says, the two twins coo agreeably, and Aorta smiles at Brandon with large painted teeth.
Demezla claps, and soon large trays of fresh fruits are brought in by the servants.
"Fairly fresh, Aorta brought them with him from his Isles. Very nice I think. I like this one especially." She bites into a long and cylindrical yellow fruit in a way that makes Brandon wince.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 28, 2008 17:16:01 GMT -5
"I'm sure I'll find a way to punish them, hell cat. Thank you for your concern," Brandon smiles trying to cover the wince he tries the same type of fruit that Demezla just ate and nods in approval to Aorta.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 28, 2008 18:11:17 GMT -5
The two Lyseni twins twitter and whisper to each other, although Brandon thinks he hears his name. A short while later, he feels a bare foot on the inside of his calf, creeping up towards his thigh.
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Hope you all are well and happy.