Characters involved are: Reoite (RED), Bart (ORANGE), Sigurd (GREEN), Sulamith (BLUE),
Logged by Reoite
Yggdrasil, Gun Room
As you enter this room, you are taken aback for a moment at the sheer spendor of this area. Lined in floor tiles resembling marble, this entire area has a noticeable aura of beauty and class. From here, you see a beautiful silver <stairway> leading down, the <Dining> Room, and the Maison's own <Counter>. An elaborate <doorway> leads out.
Contents:
Bart
Sulamith
Sigurd
Dart Board
Swish! The door to the room opens, admitting a ruffled-looking Bart Fatima. The brash prince had a rather sudden 'meeting' with someone on the streets of Nisan while looking for Margie, and looks a little worse for it. He stops in the doorway and smoothes things out, though--no sense in getting questioned about anything. Since Sig wasn't on the bridge, Bart presumes he's going to be down here, so, well, he's a-looking.
Looking up from where he'd finished off his cider and now stood, washing out the glass, Sigurd blinks at the sight of his charge. "Young Master, what have you gotten yourself into this time... in -Nisan- no less?" But the surprise in Sigurd's voice is only for effect, allong with a slightly overdone sigh to make -sure- the boy registered his displeasure. "Nothing while in the company of Marguerite, I hope. Is she in her room now?" If Bart hadn't shown up, the sudden rumbling to life of the engines moments after Bart showed up would have alerted the first mate to the return of the Captain. Good, they were on the move again. Sigurd loved that sound.
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Brin or Suchan, have at it."
Brin (OOC) doesn't mind which. Su?
Totally flustered and embarassed, Sulamith takes her time in picking a guest room that's not in use and setting her pack there. Takes her a moment to take a few deep breaths and then... fume. Oooooooooooooh. Why does he fluster her like that? She ponders this for a moment or two and then gives up on it altogether, opening said pack to pull a few things out, the bag of runes tossed onto a table as she finds the only spare change of clothing she has. So, he wants to tease her does he. Well! She'll tease right back.
Of course, in the end she just sighs and sits for a second or two and peeks out the door cautiously. Bells chime softly to announce her presence before she even gets there, peering about as she ascends the staircase. This is just in time to catch the tail end of Sigurd's admonition and so when she arrives, she's smiling crypitcally, fingers touching wine colored lips while the opposite hand is behind her back. "Good evening, Young Master." This to Bart, of course. Formality necessary at least since she doesn't otherwise know him. She's amused, that's for certain, dark eyes glittering like polished jewels.
Sigurd (OOC) snickers and flirts mercilessly with her!! Muahaha!
Sulamith (OOC) >.< Hey!
Sigurd (OOC) exclaims, "I'm a Fatima, I can out-flirt anyone!"
Sigurd (OOC) just waits for Bart to spaz at Suchan for calling him Young Master.
Familiar territory again, and the possibility of once again tasting the sweet ambrosia of generosity, as Reoite peers out from behind one of the great wooden legs of the table hereset, and cooing gently to himself, as he spots something out of order. A tinkling, gentle, as raindrops or footsteps, or both, the confused feline sees a stranger emerge from below. Hmm. So, here is another who comes to my kingdom. Another to break, and render my own, to serve under my paw. Slink gently out to the centre of the room now, and face the newcomer, crouched, avry muscle a taut string ready to pounce, or snap from sheer effort. Reoite couches, staring up at Sulamith, ready to either pounce or purr, as the whim strikes him.
Brin (OOC) says, "ick. s/avry/every/"
Brin (OOC) is not here, BTW.
Well, at least he's found Sigurd. Bart takes a look around the room, looking oddly at Sulamith, and looks back at Sigurd. "Geez, Sig, I didn't even do anything. I couldn't help it that someone got in my way while I was looking for Margie. But yeah, she's here. I brought her to her room and everything." He looks at Sulamith again, squinting at the title used. "You...I mean, hey, Sig, who's this, anyway?"
Sigurd eyes the cat and sighs, then nods to Bart as he puts away the glass. "As long as Marguerite is safe. And.... This is Sulamith, Young Master. I met her in the Dream, then ran across her in Dazil. She will be joining us for at least a time."
Ooooh, a cat. Sulamith always had a liking for them and so as the creature approaches she chuckles and crouches down a bit, skirts settling around her with the motion. Holding a hand out toward the approaching feline, it's there for him to bat at or lean into to demand she pay proper homage to the true king of this mechanical castle. For Bart, she gives the full introduction after Sigurd's, glancing over her shoulder so that all the young prince can see are those onyx eyes, "Sulamith Jehanna, Seeress and fortune teller."
Reoite stares at Sulamith a while longer, as if his summation of her was taking some time, in that immense feline brain of his. When all was done, and his decision made, he did as any cat would do to an invader onto his territory. Especially one so attentive. He pounces on Sulamith;s hand, and bats it playfully, never scratching, but guageing her reaction. Grown men have shrunk back at this tactic. It remains to be seen how this one reacts. The reward for success? Well, the royal seal of approval, of course. To be delivered to her pillow this very evening.
Sulamith (OOC) exclaims, "@_@ No mice on my pillow!"
Sigurd (OOC) twitches.
Reoite (OOC) mews, and will be terribly offended ^^;
Bart nods at the introduction, remembering his manners for a brief moment. "Nice to meet you." Moment. "Okay, Sig, we've got Margie, and we've got you and me, and we've got the Yggdrassil, and we're gonna go blast those fakers out of our base! We've got the supplies from Dazil, so...are we ready? I feel ready!" My, what enthusiasm.
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Ah.. Young Master? We don't know they're in the base."
Bart (OOC) says, "...don't we? Oopsie..."
Reoite (OOC) grins.
Sulamith (OOC) patpats Bart.
Bart (OOC) was actually typing something that said if I said anything like that, feel free to @bap me. =P
Bart (OOC) says, "Oh, right! So, we're just going back there."
Sigurd (OOC) just facepalms. Being blonde and inbred had its shortcomings.
Sigurd (OOC) nods.
Sigurd (OOC) juggles RPing in here and RPing outside and gets swirly-eyed.
Sulamith (OOC) o_o Inbred?
Sigurd (OOC) points out the Fatima family tree is a telephone pole.
Sulamith (OOC) >.< Gah!
Bart nods at the introduction, remembering his manners for a brief moment. "Nice to meet you." Moment. "Okay, Sig, we've got Margie, and we've got you and me. I can't wait to get back!" (sorry about that. pretend it never happened. ^^;)
Sigurd kind of just facepalms at Bart, but his irritation at the boy is interrupted by the sudden splutter of static from a nearby intercomm in the wall as it comes to life. Curiously, Sigurd looks at it, wondering what's up even as a thin, tinny (not tiny) voice from the bridge echoes in the mostly silent Gun Room. "Captain? Sigurd? Ah... Sirs, the base isn't responding to our requests to open the gate to the dock. It... looks deserted." Sigurd's instantly on his feet, empathy over-extending itself to try and reach to the base, a goal beyond its limits, and he looks at Bart with possibly the most dead serious expression he's had in a while. "Bridge. Now." He doesn't wait for an answer, he's already moving for the door, his long stride carrying him there probably as fast as Bart could jog.
Light laughter, actually. Sulamith had a cat in Bledavik, before the poor thing had to be given away so she could travel. It had been her grandmother's mostly and even despaired after the old woman died. Too old to go anywhere with her, the neighbors promised to care for the poor cat. She wriggles her fingers for those batting paws, drawing her arm back and forth to make the chase that much more interesting. Sorry Bart, Sigurd, you've been upstaged by an adorable feline for the moment. Oh she heard that enthusiastic exclamation made to Sigurd, but all it does is make her grin, which can easily be interpreted as her grinning at the cat.
This ends rather abruptly, however, Sulamith getting back to her feet immediately as the sudden interruption. Wide, dark eyes blink in confusion, but she does not follow, watching Sigurd and his ward leave the gunroom. "Hmmm," she says now to the cat, "Looks like trouble to me, what do you think?"
Sulamith (OOC) has to go to bed soon anyway, good spot for her to fade out. n.n
Sigurd (OOC) nods and snugs her. "See ya tomorrow ne?"
Sulamith (OOC) noddles.
Reoite (OOC) nods. ^^; 'Night!
Bart (OOC) wavewaves
Sulamith (OOC) wavies to everyone.
Sulamith has disconnected.
Taken.
Brin (OOC) exclaims, "To the Piratemobile!"
Sigurd (OOC) asks, "Bart wanna pose a reaction, then run to the bridge?"
Bart spoofs: Sigurd needn't order Bart to rush to the bridge...it's /his/ base, /his/ sandcruiser, and that gate's going to open! He runs through the door and all but races Sig to the bridge...
Sigurd exits the Gun Room.
Sigurd has left.