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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A dark and stormy afternoon. Well, late afternoon, anyway. Certainly not a dark and stormy night. This small, well kept dock is as protected from the wind and the rain as any can be, but the rain pours down hard. A sleek vessel marked, The Lion's Share has only just arrived and is being lashed to the docks while a number of beings stand on deck, swathed in oil cloth to keep the deluge off as thunder cracks in the distance.<br> <br>A smile adorns Katrina's lips as she stands by the waterside, her tail swaying lazily behind her. Besides her stands a small-clanned ocelot, upon whose shoulder her hand currently rests. |
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| + | Katrina herself is fully dressed up, expensive staff and all, with a golden mask concealing her visage.<br> <br>Terry stands by Katrina. He's wearing a rather smart-looking suit, which looks almost comically cute on his small frame. His tail flits side to side with curiosity as they wait. He brings one hand up to shield his eyes as he admires it.<br> <br>As the sleek ship pulls tight to the dock, a gangplank is quickly brought out and connected to the dock allowing a large, suited figure to descend, an attendant chasing after with a large umbrella. The white lion stops as he leaves the gangplank behind and takes a long, deep breath. "Ah," Hugo sighs, his voice deep and his words carefully articulated, "It has been a very, very long time since I have set foot in Firmament." He leans on an ornate cane, not unlike Katrina's and has his inordinately long tail draped over one arm, the snow white tuft swaying as he walks.<br> <br>A smile, and a gesture, as Kat offers an inviting wave with the hand that was only just on Terry's shoulder. Her own tail flicks lightly behind her, and she taps her staff on the ground twice, the metal endcap giving a resounding clang, intent on drawing the lion's attention. "Uncle Hugo! A pleasure as always, I presume?" she asks with a smile, hidden behind her mask...<br> <br>Terry looks at the approaching lion with unconcealed admiration, his jaw briefly going agape before he becomes aware of it and recomposes himself. He clears his throat, but doesn't speak up, afraid to offend by speaking before being given leave to do so.<br> <br>The well dressed lion, turns when he hears his name. "Kitten!" he says in a basso rumble, "It has been to long! Come here! Let your uncle get a look at you!" The snowy behemoth walks over, his own cane tapping lightly on the wooden planks of the dock. He reaches out a thick paw and gently lifts her mask from her face, just enough to get a look, but not letting Terry see the face beneath. "Ahh," he says, "You are a vision as always, my dear." He finally notices Terry. "And who is this?" he asks.<br> <br>Katrina sighs and shakes her head. "Uncle Hugo, you know the rules. There will be consequences," the she-cat notes as her paw moves to right her mask again, before gesturing at Hugo. "Terry, meet Uncle Hugo. Hugo, Terry. Our newest... Recruit... Should he do well, of course."<br> <br>Terry looks up at the lion, smiling politely at him. He had averted his eyes when he saw Katrina's mask be lifted, lest he catch a glance on accident. He clears his throat again then raises his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir!" His tail flits excitedly. The little ocelot seems quite happy to be meeting someone new.<br> <br>"It is always worth it to see my niece's pretty face," the white lion says with a wink, "Besides, who's going to punish me?" He turns his golden-eyed attention on Terry and takes the ocelot's hand in an arm-enveloping, crushing grip. "Call me Uncle Hugo, Terry," he says, "We are all family here, after all."<br> <br>A smile, a chuckle, and another shake of the head. "You know who, Uncle Hugo," the she-cat notes, before gesturing a little down the street, to a small, wooden bench. "Care to sit and regale us with the tales of your... Exploits? Or would you prefer returning to your room, first?" the feline offers, looking towards Terry with a small chuckle. "You really need to tone your enthousiasm down a tad, Terry. Can't have you knocking over vases with your tail later on."<br> <br>Terry wiggles briefly as his forearm and hand are squeezed by the lion, but doesn't protest. He smiles sheepishly up at him. "I will Sir. I mean.. uhm.. Uncle Hugo." He looks at Katrina and nods, visibly concentrating to stop his tail flitting about like mad. "Yes 'maam, I will try." He returns his attention to the lion, still seeming fascinated by him.<br> <br>Hugo frowns a little bit. "Yes, I do know, Katrina," he says, "Do not worry, I am as loyal as anyone to the cause and the family, but sometimes I find that I am chafed by the rules of the head of the household." He shrugs his broad shoulders then waves a hand to his valet, who has fallen behind now that the rain has stopped. "I think you should show me to my accomodations, Neice," he says, "It has been a very long journey, and I do not often tell stories, if you know what I am saying."<br> <br>Katrina smiles and gestures down the road. "Of course. Still, protocol is protocol, Uncle. And you know why it's there... We are the Lady's main line of defense," she notes, watching Terry for a moment, before continuing her stride. "We have made sure to keep your room in a proper state, of course," she notes as the trio moves towards a small, but certainly respectable house in the castle district.<br> <br>Terry follows along the two others, peering about cautiously as they walk across the city's streets towards the castle district. He peers up at 'Uncle Hugo' with curiosity, noting his mannerisms and posture. The small feline subconsciously tries to mimic his stride.<br> <br>Hugo strides easily along, his dragon-topped cane tapping lightly on the cobbles of the streets and his long tail swaying gently in the crook of his arm as his valet hurries to keep up. "Did our secretive Lady tell you what she wanted?" he asks Katrina, "I have not been back in this town for nearly ten years and now she sends me a summons?" He shakes his head, tossing that big, snow white mane. "You will have to forgive me if I am a little displeased by being pulled away from my numerous projects overseas."<br> <br>"Not yet. Besides, there is no reason to talk about such matters in front of... Outsiders," she notes, eyes glancing at the valet under her mask, then to Terry. A few more streets, and the she-cat tosses a key Terry's way. "The honors, please, Terry."<br> <br>Terry snatches the key out of the air, smiling up at Katrina. "Yes 'maam!" The ocelot hurries his stride to reach the door first, unlocking the door and opening it for the other beings. He stands by the door, smiling up at the two and gesturing for them to enter. | ||
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Log
A dark and stormy afternoon. Well, late afternoon, anyway. Certainly not a dark and stormy night. This small, well kept dock is as protected from the wind and the rain as any can be, but the rain pours down hard. A sleek vessel marked, The Lion's Share has only just arrived and is being lashed to the docks while a number of beings stand on deck, swathed in oil cloth to keep the deluge off as thunder cracks in the distance.
A smile adorns Katrina's lips as she stands by the waterside, her tail swaying lazily behind her. Besides her stands a small-clanned ocelot, upon whose shoulder her hand currently rests.
Katrina herself is fully dressed up, expensive staff and all, with a golden mask concealing her visage.
Terry stands by Katrina. He's wearing a rather smart-looking suit, which looks almost comically cute on his small frame. His tail flits side to side with curiosity as they wait. He brings one hand up to shield his eyes as he admires it.
As the sleek ship pulls tight to the dock, a gangplank is quickly brought out and connected to the dock allowing a large, suited figure to descend, an attendant chasing after with a large umbrella. The white lion stops as he leaves the gangplank behind and takes a long, deep breath. "Ah," Hugo sighs, his voice deep and his words carefully articulated, "It has been a very, very long time since I have set foot in Firmament." He leans on an ornate cane, not unlike Katrina's and has his inordinately long tail draped over one arm, the snow white tuft swaying as he walks.
A smile, and a gesture, as Kat offers an inviting wave with the hand that was only just on Terry's shoulder. Her own tail flicks lightly behind her, and she taps her staff on the ground twice, the metal endcap giving a resounding clang, intent on drawing the lion's attention. "Uncle Hugo! A pleasure as always, I presume?" she asks with a smile, hidden behind her mask...
Terry looks at the approaching lion with unconcealed admiration, his jaw briefly going agape before he becomes aware of it and recomposes himself. He clears his throat, but doesn't speak up, afraid to offend by speaking before being given leave to do so.
The well dressed lion, turns when he hears his name. "Kitten!" he says in a basso rumble, "It has been to long! Come here! Let your uncle get a look at you!" The snowy behemoth walks over, his own cane tapping lightly on the wooden planks of the dock. He reaches out a thick paw and gently lifts her mask from her face, just enough to get a look, but not letting Terry see the face beneath. "Ahh," he says, "You are a vision as always, my dear." He finally notices Terry. "And who is this?" he asks.
Katrina sighs and shakes her head. "Uncle Hugo, you know the rules. There will be consequences," the she-cat notes as her paw moves to right her mask again, before gesturing at Hugo. "Terry, meet Uncle Hugo. Hugo, Terry. Our newest... Recruit... Should he do well, of course."
Terry looks up at the lion, smiling politely at him. He had averted his eyes when he saw Katrina's mask be lifted, lest he catch a glance on accident. He clears his throat again then raises his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir!" His tail flits excitedly. The little ocelot seems quite happy to be meeting someone new.
"It is always worth it to see my niece's pretty face," the white lion says with a wink, "Besides, who's going to punish me?" He turns his golden-eyed attention on Terry and takes the ocelot's hand in an arm-enveloping, crushing grip. "Call me Uncle Hugo, Terry," he says, "We are all family here, after all."
A smile, a chuckle, and another shake of the head. "You know who, Uncle Hugo," the she-cat notes, before gesturing a little down the street, to a small, wooden bench. "Care to sit and regale us with the tales of your... Exploits? Or would you prefer returning to your room, first?" the feline offers, looking towards Terry with a small chuckle. "You really need to tone your enthousiasm down a tad, Terry. Can't have you knocking over vases with your tail later on."
Terry wiggles briefly as his forearm and hand are squeezed by the lion, but doesn't protest. He smiles sheepishly up at him. "I will Sir. I mean.. uhm.. Uncle Hugo." He looks at Katrina and nods, visibly concentrating to stop his tail flitting about like mad. "Yes 'maam, I will try." He returns his attention to the lion, still seeming fascinated by him.
Hugo frowns a little bit. "Yes, I do know, Katrina," he says, "Do not worry, I am as loyal as anyone to the cause and the family, but sometimes I find that I am chafed by the rules of the head of the household." He shrugs his broad shoulders then waves a hand to his valet, who has fallen behind now that the rain has stopped. "I think you should show me to my accomodations, Neice," he says, "It has been a very long journey, and I do not often tell stories, if you know what I am saying."
Katrina smiles and gestures down the road. "Of course. Still, protocol is protocol, Uncle. And you know why it's there... We are the Lady's main line of defense," she notes, watching Terry for a moment, before continuing her stride. "We have made sure to keep your room in a proper state, of course," she notes as the trio moves towards a small, but certainly respectable house in the castle district.
Terry follows along the two others, peering about cautiously as they walk across the city's streets towards the castle district. He peers up at 'Uncle Hugo' with curiosity, noting his mannerisms and posture. The small feline subconsciously tries to mimic his stride.
Hugo strides easily along, his dragon-topped cane tapping lightly on the cobbles of the streets and his long tail swaying gently in the crook of his arm as his valet hurries to keep up. "Did our secretive Lady tell you what she wanted?" he asks Katrina, "I have not been back in this town for nearly ten years and now she sends me a summons?" He shakes his head, tossing that big, snow white mane. "You will have to forgive me if I am a little displeased by being pulled away from my numerous projects overseas."
"Not yet. Besides, there is no reason to talk about such matters in front of... Outsiders," she notes, eyes glancing at the valet under her mask, then to Terry. A few more streets, and the she-cat tosses a key Terry's way. "The honors, please, Terry."
Terry snatches the key out of the air, smiling up at Katrina. "Yes 'maam!" The ocelot hurries his stride to reach the door first, unlocking the door and opening it for the other beings. He stands by the door, smiling up at the two and gesturing for them to enter.
