Meg
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Gone to Persia, BRB.
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Post by Meg on Oct 24, 2007 13:57:45 GMT -5
Yes, mi'lady!
*rushes over and offers the platter to the Sultana while bowing even lower, accidentally bumping her forehead on the ground; I'm not sure if this is physically possible, but who cares?*
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 14:00:12 GMT -5
"She is so agile! How delightful."
*She plucked some grapes off the tray.*
"Delight!" *she said brightly.* "This is why I'm here. I want you to entertain me, Erik. And here, the perfect play thing presents itself. Fortune shines on--well, on me."
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Post by Erik on Oct 24, 2007 14:08:04 GMT -5
"By yourself?" *he asked.* "You are very brave, to enter the Trapdoor Lover's domain un-escorted."
*He stood back and opened the door in invitation. He had wished to keep his private quarters his own, but it was dangerous to deny the little sultana.*
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 14:11:10 GMT -5
"Little slave girls come to your chambers unescorted. Why shouldn't I? I'm not afraid of anything. If you'll recall, I'm royalty and you're . . . why, you're nothing but a freak!" *she giggled, as if just realizing this.*
"Oh, let the poor slave girl in. We shall all have some fun, shan't we?"
*She looked around. She would never have admitted it, but she'd always been curious about where Erik lived.*
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Meg
- Ingenious Pilot -
Gone to Persia, BRB.
Posts: 175
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Post by Meg on Oct 24, 2007 14:14:42 GMT -5
*as if overcome with gratitude* Oh, Mistress is too kind!
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Post by Erik on Oct 24, 2007 14:15:47 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes darkened, but he did not show any other sign of having heard her address.*
Freak.
*You'd think he'd be reconciled to it by this time.
But he nodded in assent, and urged the sultana and slave girl into his quarters. They were clean and neat--he saw to that. He did not like a mess. And he was well aware of the need for swift packing.*
"You are most welcome, Madame."
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 14:16:40 GMT -5
*She smiled magnanimously. (at Meg.)*
"Mistress is merely interested in you not torturing yourself. Before we get the chance to do it first."
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Meg
- Ingenious Pilot -
Gone to Persia, BRB.
Posts: 175
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Post by Meg on Oct 24, 2007 14:21:57 GMT -5
((Can someone tell Meg to stand up straight? My back hurts just thinking about her bent over like this, and she doesn't have the brains or the guts to do it herself.))
Thank you, Mistress! Thank you, Master!
*scurries into the room behind the Sultana, being careful not to drop the candied fruit on Erik's thick carpet*
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Post by Erik on Oct 24, 2007 14:22:00 GMT -5
*Erik knew that Mistress was not kind at all. It was one thing that made her name-calling excusable--she was the only soul he'd met as wicked as himself. She was also, as far as he could tell, beautiful, which meant that he was allowed to be more wicked than he with fewer consequences.*
"What is your pleasure, madame?"
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 14:29:17 GMT -5
((Except that the sultana would be watching Meg and thinking about her back hurting and be happy about it. Seeing as how she's a bitca. Okay, fine, fine.))
"My pleasure is for you to make your little drudge not break her back before we do it for her. Really, sir. Where are your manners?"
*She smiled indulgently at Erik--seeing how her words had hurt him earlier, and joyful that he was powerless against her. She thought nothing could touch her.*
*Then she turned her attention back to Meg.*
"Are they in the same place you picked up this little . . . toy?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 24, 2007 14:31:03 GMT -5
"If I have acquired either, it was quite by accident," *he said dryly.*
"Stand up, girl. You won't be of any use to Madame if you fuse that way."
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 14:37:50 GMT -5
*She clapped merrily. Her eyes were bright like ravens' wings.* "Your wit is from another place entirely. Mayhap the same place you acquired your hideous face?"
*She waved a hand.* "Nevermind. Speaking of your travels, you must have something new to teach me. I grow rather tired of that lasso. The way their eyes pop out can just get so mundane."
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Meg
- Ingenious Pilot -
Gone to Persia, BRB.
Posts: 175
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Post by Meg on Oct 24, 2007 14:39:17 GMT -5
*stands slowly and with much relief, but keeps her eyes focused downward, keenly observing the candied fruit. One of the apricots is looking a bit more rotten than the others, and she vaguely considers eating it herself before the Sultana can reach for it and risk making herself sick, as a show of devotion to her mistress*
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Post by Erik on Oct 24, 2007 14:43:02 GMT -5
"It is a sight which, once seen, offers little variation," *he agreed.* "But there are many interesting ways to kill people. And many ways to... enhance the experience. Or so Erik has learned from your generous gift, madame."
*He gestured to the hookah in the corner.*
"Do you partake, or only derive amusement from the loosening of others' inhibitions?"
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 14:55:36 GMT -5
((We need a hookah smoking caterpillar.))
*She partook from time to time, but wouldn't reveal it to Erik. For all she felt he couldn't touch her, she still feared him. So instead, she laughs, her harsh giggle derisive.*
"That? Oh, how vulgar. Such escapes and dreams are only necessary for the masses. And monsters with no other means of attaining beauty." *She waved a hand at Erik.* "Not for one such as I, blessed and close to Allah. In fact, something so cheap and false might truly only be appreciated by . . . a commoner." *She turned eyes on Meg.* "How I love to see them weep for joy at a majesty they can only glimpse in drugged delirium."
*Staring at Meg, she sighed, and began to rub her own arm in a kind of sensual, speculative caress.*
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