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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>After the most... Unusual visit she received last night, Cassidy already knew what to expect. And expect it she seemed to be! Standing out in the court yard, dressed in one of her form-hugging ball gowns, hair done up in a little bun, and... Tired. The sleepy fennec having just woke not long ago, and leaning against one of the pillars at the top half of the cloister, the gate to the lower already having been left open in anticipation of 'Elise's' arrival.<br> <br>Fenris comes swaying into the cloister, having been directed by the butler to come this way. He- er, She was still trying to get used to people calling her Miss. And these stupidly wide hips of course. She has been knocking over chairs and bumping into people all morning! The trek here had been rather embarassing. The Kangaroo is dressed in a rather ill fitting leather vest and a pair of men's trousers with slashes cut in the sides to make room for her wide hips. "Hello?" she calls in a melodic alto, "Is anyone here?"<br> <br>Natska steps out of the manor's front door, carrying a pair pair of thick mugs, filled with hot tea. The jaguar, wearing a more casual, comfortable blouse and trousers, hands a mug to her wife and gives her a kiss on the cheek, then perks her ears at the voice. "... so that is what that visit last night was about?" she asks quietly. "I'm sorry I slept through it."<br> <br>Cassidy returns the kiss with a smile, taking her mug. "Yes, you'll see soon! It's quite interesting," she says before raising her voice. "Up here! Come on up!" A gust of wind blows the gate closed behind Fenris and Cassidy straightens up a little, adjusting the collar of her dress. "Jera and Fenris ended up in a bit of a... Situation. Jera came to me last night, and I've agreed to give them an alibi, a place to stay, and... Proper education on how to properly act like a lady."<br> <br>Fenris looks up to see Cassidy and Natska in the upper collonade, then looks around for the stairs. The feline turned kangaroo carefully navigates his way up the stairs, being especially carefull of his thick tail. "Um," she says when she finally stands in front of the couple, "I'm guessing that Jera told you about what happened?" The curvy roo is uncharacteristically embarassed. Well. There are a lot of things that are uncharacteristic about him, her, today. She unconciously rubs her hand along one of her wide, womanly hips.<br> <br>Natska quietly considers that for a few moments, giving Fenris a small, welcoming smile as the kangaroo approaches. "Huh. If it were anyone else who told you, or anyone else it had happened to, I would have trouble believing it." She grins wider, then offers Fenris a hug. "Well! I am certainly willing to help them out however I can. What happened?"<br> <br>Cassidy eyes Fenris over before letting out a low whistle. "Wow. It hit you hard, huh? You're worse off then Jera. Almost as bad as me! That'll take some getting used to, let me tell you. Fortunately, you're dealing with a pair of professional ladies," she says with a grin, sipping at her tea. "You look nice, though."<br> <br>Fenris swallows hard and gives an uncertain smile. "Thank you?" she says, accepting Natska's offered embrace, though it is a little strange to feel all that. . . contact. "Jera's change was planned," she says, "I had the machine prepared and set up exactly to his specifications." She waves at herself. "Me? I was a fluke," she admits, "The thing was supposed to be deactivating but its machine spirit decided to play a joke." Fleshcrafters. The more Fenris worked with the things, the more he was convinced that they had minds and plans of their owns. In at least one case, this theory had proved entirely correct. "And I imagine I have a lot more to get used to than a few new curves, Cassidy," she says, pointing down to her ill fitting trousers."<br> <br>Natska snerks and gives Cass a nudge with her elbow as she settles back in at her fennec's side. "As bad as you, love?" she asks. "You know you are beautiful." Her ear twitches, and she v looks over at Fenris, appraising her. "At least you are a cute girl. People will go easy on you." Natska nods. "Shall we move inside? Can I get you anything Fenris? Tea, water, juice?"<br> <br>Cassidy giggles softly at that and nods. "Yes, I think you might be a little biased on that one! But thank you," she says, tilting her head towards the door. "Yes, the castle staff is preparing breakfast, and you are welcome to join us. I don't believe Jera is awake yet, so we'll get caught up with him later. And don't worry about your clothing. I'll have someone get your measurements later, and send to Firmament for a new wardrobe for you. I heard you were... Posing as one of Jera's dancers?" She asks, ears perked. "I made an offer to Jera that he... She, took. I'll make the same to you. If you'd rather a 'disguise' with less implication or expectation attached to it, you are welcome to pose as a member of our household staff. I figure it'd also give a good justification if anyone happens to wonder why you and she happen to be spending so much time here."<br> <br>Fenris hesitates, then nods. "I have not really done anything yet," she says, "I mean, I spent the night at one of Amos's safehouses and sent a note to Sally saying that I would be away for a while." He lowers his voice. "And I recieved a letter this morning from Sirus explaining how he wants to take advantage of this situation," he says, "I honestly don't know how he gets his information." She produces a small envelope. "Letters of introduction," she explains, "For a young lady seeking to serve House Solacious and its ladies. It is a little terrifying sometimes." She sways after her hostesses, doing her best to adjust her clothes to be both modest and comfortable.<br> <br>Natska frowns for a moment, but her smile quickly returns and she nods her head. "Mmmhm. Terrifying. I'll make sure to keep a sharp eye on the grins grounds while you're here." The jaguar moves into the dining hall, and then indicates the main table. "We want our friends to feel safe and comfortable here."<br> <br>Cassidy nods slowly and turns for the door. "If you serve house Solacious... Well. You might actually be expected to do work regarding that. I, for one, think you're better than that. So I am likewise extending my offer to you. You are welcome to stay here as long as you'd like while we help you adapt, and in the process you're perfectly able to tell anyone that questions you that you're house-staff or house-staff in training for us. Unlike the Solacious manor, nobody here will have the chance of denying it. Nor will they get suspicious about the sudden disappearance of Fenris and the sudden appearance of a new Solacious servant. I will leave it up to you, which you wish to take, though. Here, you won't actually be expected to -play- the part, so you can keep your dignity intact." A nod to Natska as she steps into the ballroom. "Yes, we'll make sure you're well taken care of. It's really not so bad! We'll have fun. No one here is judging you. At least, I'm not. Do you want to join us for breakfast?" |
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After the most... Unusual visit she received last night, Cassidy already knew what to expect. And expect it she seemed to be! Standing out in the court yard, dressed in one of her form-hugging ball gowns, hair done up in a little bun, and... Tired. The sleepy fennec having just woke not long ago, and leaning against one of the pillars at the top half of the cloister, the gate to the lower already having been left open in anticipation of 'Elise's' arrival.
Fenris comes swaying into the cloister, having been directed by the butler to come this way. He- er, She was still trying to get used to people calling her Miss. And these stupidly wide hips of course. She has been knocking over chairs and bumping into people all morning! The trek here had been rather embarassing. The Kangaroo is dressed in a rather ill fitting leather vest and a pair of men's trousers with slashes cut in the sides to make room for her wide hips. "Hello?" she calls in a melodic alto, "Is anyone here?"
Natska steps out of the manor's front door, carrying a pair pair of thick mugs, filled with hot tea. The jaguar, wearing a more casual, comfortable blouse and trousers, hands a mug to her wife and gives her a kiss on the cheek, then perks her ears at the voice. "... so that is what that visit last night was about?" she asks quietly. "I'm sorry I slept through it."
Cassidy returns the kiss with a smile, taking her mug. "Yes, you'll see soon! It's quite interesting," she says before raising her voice. "Up here! Come on up!" A gust of wind blows the gate closed behind Fenris and Cassidy straightens up a little, adjusting the collar of her dress. "Jera and Fenris ended up in a bit of a... Situation. Jera came to me last night, and I've agreed to give them an alibi, a place to stay, and... Proper education on how to properly act like a lady."
Fenris looks up to see Cassidy and Natska in the upper collonade, then looks around for the stairs. The feline turned kangaroo carefully navigates his way up the stairs, being especially carefull of his thick tail. "Um," she says when she finally stands in front of the couple, "I'm guessing that Jera told you about what happened?" The curvy roo is uncharacteristically embarassed. Well. There are a lot of things that are uncharacteristic about him, her, today. She unconciously rubs her hand along one of her wide, womanly hips.
Natska quietly considers that for a few moments, giving Fenris a small, welcoming smile as the kangaroo approaches. "Huh. If it were anyone else who told you, or anyone else it had happened to, I would have trouble believing it." She grins wider, then offers Fenris a hug. "Well! I am certainly willing to help them out however I can. What happened?"
Cassidy eyes Fenris over before letting out a low whistle. "Wow. It hit you hard, huh? You're worse off then Jera. Almost as bad as me! That'll take some getting used to, let me tell you. Fortunately, you're dealing with a pair of professional ladies," she says with a grin, sipping at her tea. "You look nice, though."
Fenris swallows hard and gives an uncertain smile. "Thank you?" she says, accepting Natska's offered embrace, though it is a little strange to feel all that. . . contact. "Jera's change was planned," she says, "I had the machine prepared and set up exactly to his specifications." She waves at herself. "Me? I was a fluke," she admits, "The thing was supposed to be deactivating but its machine spirit decided to play a joke." Fleshcrafters. The more Fenris worked with the things, the more he was convinced that they had minds and plans of their owns. In at least one case, this theory had proved entirely correct. "And I imagine I have a lot more to get used to than a few new curves, Cassidy," she says, pointing down to her ill fitting trousers."
Natska snerks and gives Cass a nudge with her elbow as she settles back in at her fennec's side. "As bad as you, love?" she asks. "You know you are beautiful." Her ear twitches, and she v looks over at Fenris, appraising her. "At least you are a cute girl. People will go easy on you." Natska nods. "Shall we move inside? Can I get you anything Fenris? Tea, water, juice?"
Cassidy giggles softly at that and nods. "Yes, I think you might be a little biased on that one! But thank you," she says, tilting her head towards the door. "Yes, the castle staff is preparing breakfast, and you are welcome to join us. I don't believe Jera is awake yet, so we'll get caught up with him later. And don't worry about your clothing. I'll have someone get your measurements later, and send to Firmament for a new wardrobe for you. I heard you were... Posing as one of Jera's dancers?" She asks, ears perked. "I made an offer to Jera that he... She, took. I'll make the same to you. If you'd rather a 'disguise' with less implication or expectation attached to it, you are welcome to pose as a member of our household staff. I figure it'd also give a good justification if anyone happens to wonder why you and she happen to be spending so much time here."
Fenris hesitates, then nods. "I have not really done anything yet," she says, "I mean, I spent the night at one of Amos's safehouses and sent a note to Sally saying that I would be away for a while." He lowers his voice. "And I recieved a letter this morning from Sirus explaining how he wants to take advantage of this situation," he says, "I honestly don't know how he gets his information." She produces a small envelope. "Letters of introduction," she explains, "For a young lady seeking to serve House Solacious and its ladies. It is a little terrifying sometimes." She sways after her hostesses, doing her best to adjust her clothes to be both modest and comfortable.
Natska frowns for a moment, but her smile quickly returns and she nods her head. "Mmmhm. Terrifying. I'll make sure to keep a sharp eye on the grins grounds while you're here." The jaguar moves into the dining hall, and then indicates the main table. "We want our friends to feel safe and comfortable here."
Cassidy nods slowly and turns for the door. "If you serve house Solacious... Well. You might actually be expected to do work regarding that. I, for one, think you're better than that. So I am likewise extending my offer to you. You are welcome to stay here as long as you'd like while we help you adapt, and in the process you're perfectly able to tell anyone that questions you that you're house-staff or house-staff in training for us. Unlike the Solacious manor, nobody here will have the chance of denying it. Nor will they get suspicious about the sudden disappearance of Fenris and the sudden appearance of a new Solacious servant. I will leave it up to you, which you wish to take, though. Here, you won't actually be expected to -play- the part, so you can keep your dignity intact." A nod to Natska as she steps into the ballroom. "Yes, we'll make sure you're well taken care of. It's really not so bad! We'll have fun. No one here is judging you. At least, I'm not. Do you want to join us for breakfast?"
