Difference between revisions of "Longtails Lay Back - RPLOG"
(Auto update) |
(Auto update) |
||
| Line 6: | Line 6: | ||
15/9/478 | 15/9/478 | ||
=Log= | =Log= | ||
| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is quiet in the old manor house. There is only the ticking of an elaborate grandfather clock to mar the silence. And a muted conversation beyond an almost closed door leading off of the main entry hall into some sort of parlor. It might be possible to listen in, if one were so inclined.<br> <br>"Then what do -you- suggest, Hugo? Need I remind you that every single member of our family has committed enough crimes to be hanged three times over, of not more?" the voice of Katrina sounds, her tail flitting behind her agitatedly, before she sighs softly. "I know you'd like us to return to the light, but I doubt the -false Lady- has the power to pardon the family for its deeds." |
| + | |||
| + | A soft sigh, and a shake of the head. "If you want out, tell me. But if that's the case, remember that if we find out you've told -anyone- about the Hand, you know the price."<br> <br>Terry steps up to the door, pausing just before he knocks. He notices the door is slightly ajar, just enough that it lets sound and a crack of light filter through. His ears perk as he recognizes Katrina's voice, and stops to just listen for now.<br> <br>"I dislike working in the dark, Kitten," Hugo says, "I have never made a secret of that. And as far as crimes go, that all stems from your father's. . . friends. But I will not speak ill of him. He was my mentor and a good friend. I am only saying that this 'false Lady' as you call her could be our way back into the light of day! I am tired of strong arming fools who are too stupid to use the family's money." The white lion reclines in a large, overstuffed chair beside an unlit fireplace. "You know how distasteful I find all that business," he says, "And now I will really have to break the poor fool's other arm if he does not deliver. It is no game for a gentleman. That is all I am saying."<br> <br>"I understand. And she is. But not in the way you are thinking. But rest asured. Our Lady needs her sister alive, at least for the time being. As for a gentleman's game... If you prefer, the Hand can find another job for you? One that you will find more... Suitable?" she rumbles with a smile, before perking her ears and looking to the door. "More on that later, though... I believe our visitor has arrived."<br> <br>Terry blinks as he overhears that last sentence. He stands up straight and proper, then knocks before pushing the door open. He steps through, but there is something rather different about him today. The young ocelot is wearing not his usual suit, or in fact any kind of male outfit, but instead a lavishly ornate yellow sundress. The outfit clings tightly to his effeminate curves, and thanks to the padding that was added to the front of the dress it makes for quite the convincing illusion - at least for someone who did not already know him. He steps into the room, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Good afternoon, Lord Hugo."<br> <br>Hugo frowns at Terry. "What in Hell are you wearing, boy?" he asks, then turns his frown on Katrina, "What, exactly do you have the boy doing? What is it you are expecting from me? I do not like these little games, Kitten. I was quite comfortable with my work up North, and I am getting tired of waiting on the Lady's whims after she called me here." The lion waves a thick hand at Terry and his feminine garb. "And THIS is what you are raising up the next generation to do?" he asks, then looks to Terry, "Please, explain yourself."<br> <br>"Terry here is, as you may've noticed, quite effeminate. A true thief knows how to use everything in his or her arsenal. I am teaching Terry everything I know, which includes the art of seduction... Male -and- female. Besides... I didn't give him any dress code for today. He's wearing that on his own volition," Katrina notes, before shaking her head. "I will see what I can do about the Lady's orders, but hers is a long game."<br> <br>Terry shrinks as Hugo's reaction. He nibbles on his lip as Katrina explains, nodding at her words. "I.. figured I'd try the dress again. Try and build up confidence. Last time it did not go very well." He can't bear to look at Hugo in the eye, keeping his own downcast. "I can go change, I brought the other clothes as well. I'm sorry Uncle Hugo."<br> <br>The stormclouds in Hugo's eyes do not abate. "And you teach thieves. . ." he growls, "I do not understand what your father was thinking when he raised you. Seduction, fine, intrigue, fine, even hand to hand combat is a courtly art, but picking pockets?" The lion shakes his mane and sips at the wide mouthed goblet in his hand. Then he looks at Terry. "No," he says firmly, "You want to be a woman? Fine. But you will learn to be a lady." He points at an empty chair across from himself, beside Katrina. "Please, be seated, Miss Terry," he says in civil, if cool tones.<br> <br>Katrina simply sighs and shakes her head, before looking to Terry. "As Hugo says," she simply notes, smiling lightly under her mask, while her tail continues flicking back and forth. "Theft, Hugo, is one of the few crimes we can aim at those that hardly feel it. And at those that truly deserve it. The crown will not miss a crate of money more or less. A warlord can be parted from his money just as well as a regular being can," she notes, before shaking her head. "I understand your aversion, but I disagree none the less."<br> <br>Terry keeps his eyes downcast as he nods, stepping forward into the room and towards the empty chair he was told to take. He sits down straight, trying to mimic Katrina's stance and mannerisms. He definitely lacks her confidence, especially after the scolding he just receieved. He ponders speaking up on the current subject but.. he'd rather not anger Hugo further.<br> <br>Hugo does not respond to Katrina except with a grunt. He lifts his cane from where it sits beside his chair and reaches across the table to rap on Terry's elbow and knee, guiding them into more appropriate, feminine positions. "Do not imitate Katrina," he says, "She is my laziest pupil. Now, pour the tea." The lion waves his hand at the tea setting on the table. "And do it gracefully," he orders, "A young lady must be graceful. Katrina was never graceful. Always too busy thinking about what was in her guest's pockets and not about what was in their cups!" This is obviously a tender point for the gentlemanly lion.<br> <br>A sigh, a shake of the head. "I know how to behave, Hugo. It's simply that many of those lessons are... Not at all that useful in my daily life... But they do come in handy when mingling with the rich for information or other things," she rumbles, before seating herself in a far, far more ladylike fashion. "I simply have no wish to keep up the charade when it is not required."<br> <br>Terry follows Hugo's instructions, adjusting his stance and tucking in his arm as it is tapped. He reaches over the table to take the tea pot, struggling to do the motion gracefully and efficiently while maintaining his ladylike stance. He grips the pot by the handle and tries to fill Hugo's cup from where he's sitting, his hand trembling slightly. | ||
Revision as of 21:22, 15 September 2015
Participants
Date
15/9/478
Log
It is quiet in the old manor house. There is only the ticking of an elaborate grandfather clock to mar the silence. And a muted conversation beyond an almost closed door leading off of the main entry hall into some sort of parlor. It might be possible to listen in, if one were so inclined.
"Then what do -you- suggest, Hugo? Need I remind you that every single member of our family has committed enough crimes to be hanged three times over, of not more?" the voice of Katrina sounds, her tail flitting behind her agitatedly, before she sighs softly. "I know you'd like us to return to the light, but I doubt the -false Lady- has the power to pardon the family for its deeds."
A soft sigh, and a shake of the head. "If you want out, tell me. But if that's the case, remember that if we find out you've told -anyone- about the Hand, you know the price."
Terry steps up to the door, pausing just before he knocks. He notices the door is slightly ajar, just enough that it lets sound and a crack of light filter through. His ears perk as he recognizes Katrina's voice, and stops to just listen for now.
"I dislike working in the dark, Kitten," Hugo says, "I have never made a secret of that. And as far as crimes go, that all stems from your father's. . . friends. But I will not speak ill of him. He was my mentor and a good friend. I am only saying that this 'false Lady' as you call her could be our way back into the light of day! I am tired of strong arming fools who are too stupid to use the family's money." The white lion reclines in a large, overstuffed chair beside an unlit fireplace. "You know how distasteful I find all that business," he says, "And now I will really have to break the poor fool's other arm if he does not deliver. It is no game for a gentleman. That is all I am saying."
"I understand. And she is. But not in the way you are thinking. But rest asured. Our Lady needs her sister alive, at least for the time being. As for a gentleman's game... If you prefer, the Hand can find another job for you? One that you will find more... Suitable?" she rumbles with a smile, before perking her ears and looking to the door. "More on that later, though... I believe our visitor has arrived."
Terry blinks as he overhears that last sentence. He stands up straight and proper, then knocks before pushing the door open. He steps through, but there is something rather different about him today. The young ocelot is wearing not his usual suit, or in fact any kind of male outfit, but instead a lavishly ornate yellow sundress. The outfit clings tightly to his effeminate curves, and thanks to the padding that was added to the front of the dress it makes for quite the convincing illusion - at least for someone who did not already know him. He steps into the room, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Good afternoon, Lord Hugo."
Hugo frowns at Terry. "What in Hell are you wearing, boy?" he asks, then turns his frown on Katrina, "What, exactly do you have the boy doing? What is it you are expecting from me? I do not like these little games, Kitten. I was quite comfortable with my work up North, and I am getting tired of waiting on the Lady's whims after she called me here." The lion waves a thick hand at Terry and his feminine garb. "And THIS is what you are raising up the next generation to do?" he asks, then looks to Terry, "Please, explain yourself."
"Terry here is, as you may've noticed, quite effeminate. A true thief knows how to use everything in his or her arsenal. I am teaching Terry everything I know, which includes the art of seduction... Male -and- female. Besides... I didn't give him any dress code for today. He's wearing that on his own volition," Katrina notes, before shaking her head. "I will see what I can do about the Lady's orders, but hers is a long game."
Terry shrinks as Hugo's reaction. He nibbles on his lip as Katrina explains, nodding at her words. "I.. figured I'd try the dress again. Try and build up confidence. Last time it did not go very well." He can't bear to look at Hugo in the eye, keeping his own downcast. "I can go change, I brought the other clothes as well. I'm sorry Uncle Hugo."
The stormclouds in Hugo's eyes do not abate. "And you teach thieves. . ." he growls, "I do not understand what your father was thinking when he raised you. Seduction, fine, intrigue, fine, even hand to hand combat is a courtly art, but picking pockets?" The lion shakes his mane and sips at the wide mouthed goblet in his hand. Then he looks at Terry. "No," he says firmly, "You want to be a woman? Fine. But you will learn to be a lady." He points at an empty chair across from himself, beside Katrina. "Please, be seated, Miss Terry," he says in civil, if cool tones.
Katrina simply sighs and shakes her head, before looking to Terry. "As Hugo says," she simply notes, smiling lightly under her mask, while her tail continues flicking back and forth. "Theft, Hugo, is one of the few crimes we can aim at those that hardly feel it. And at those that truly deserve it. The crown will not miss a crate of money more or less. A warlord can be parted from his money just as well as a regular being can," she notes, before shaking her head. "I understand your aversion, but I disagree none the less."
Terry keeps his eyes downcast as he nods, stepping forward into the room and towards the empty chair he was told to take. He sits down straight, trying to mimic Katrina's stance and mannerisms. He definitely lacks her confidence, especially after the scolding he just receieved. He ponders speaking up on the current subject but.. he'd rather not anger Hugo further.
Hugo does not respond to Katrina except with a grunt. He lifts his cane from where it sits beside his chair and reaches across the table to rap on Terry's elbow and knee, guiding them into more appropriate, feminine positions. "Do not imitate Katrina," he says, "She is my laziest pupil. Now, pour the tea." The lion waves his hand at the tea setting on the table. "And do it gracefully," he orders, "A young lady must be graceful. Katrina was never graceful. Always too busy thinking about what was in her guest's pockets and not about what was in their cups!" This is obviously a tender point for the gentlemanly lion.
A sigh, a shake of the head. "I know how to behave, Hugo. It's simply that many of those lessons are... Not at all that useful in my daily life... But they do come in handy when mingling with the rich for information or other things," she rumbles, before seating herself in a far, far more ladylike fashion. "I simply have no wish to keep up the charade when it is not required."
Terry follows Hugo's instructions, adjusting his stance and tucking in his arm as it is tapped. He reaches over the table to take the tea pot, struggling to do the motion gracefully and efficiently while maintaining his ladylike stance. He grips the pot by the handle and tries to fill Hugo's cup from where he's sitting, his hand trembling slightly.
