Meetings

[begrimed]

Behind an ever traveling emerald green door (you'll find it when you really need it, but it never seems to be in the same place in the palace) lies a quaint office, often slightly ajar with a few notes of music beckoning guests inside.

In the center of the room lies an ornate cedar wood desk, cluttered but just short of messy, with various sheet music piled on top. The bookcases on each side are in a similar state, books shelved away neatly were it not for the lack of any semblance of alphabetization.

The boss of this domain can often be found with his feet up with no regard for decorum; a casual enough atmosphere for casual enough chats, surely.

Those who venture into the palace to seek out the emerald green door will find it's different than usual, sturdier, with a particularly bright sheen and emblazoned with an insignia.

The door is also always closed, though whether it's locked or not depends on when you visit.

Comments

[begrimed]

They were all kids, so no.

is this a trap question

[sempiternel]

[ Those kids need to meet Lady Melissa, so she can teach them how to be more creative with name-calling. ]

Where are they now?

wow I would never

[begrimed]

Not here.

[ An uncharacteristically short answer, supported by the smallest of smiles. ]

STARES

[sempiternel]

But safe, I hope.

[ Speaking of things she wants to keep safe... ]

I also hope our talks stay between us. Please don't tell anyone else.

[begrimed]

I take care of my familigia.

[ His answer like the one before it doesn't carry the lilt that tends to slip into his speech, but it's back when he addresses her next concern. ]

Aha, I won't fraulein. But—given what I just offered, that's not all that reassuring is it? You'll just have to take my word for it.

[sempiternel]

[ Mafia. Now famiglia. She can guess the second one - that probably explains why those kids got away with such comments. She will have to ask someone more knowledgeable about these terms though, seeing as he doesn't seem to want to talk about them in depth. There's a lot of things she doesn't want to talk about in detail either. Fair's fair. ]

Being your favorite was short-lived, I see. But I'll take your word for it, all the same. As with [ almost ] everything else, my lord.

[begrimed]

What can I say, I'm a mercurial kind of guy. [ Exhibit well, everything. ]

But I have a pretty good memory? Though you might need to remind me on your next visit, who knows. Especially if you calling me Lord.

1/2

[sempiternel]

...

[sempiternel]

[ FINE. ]

I'll make that a priority. Gentle reminders for the occasionally forgetful don.

[ She stands from her seat and sweeps into a curtsy. All elegance and only a bit of sulkiness. ]

I think I've taken enough of your time. Thank you for everything and. Good. Day.

[ And out the door she goes, closing it with a soft click. Next time, she won't slip up. ]