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aionlogs2022-04-25 09:57 pm
killandrecycle) wrote in aionlogs2022-04-25 09:57 pm
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Surprisingly wholesome
WHO: Majorita, Meteion, and open to others
WHAT: Two girls who are older then they look attempt to act like they aren't both messed up with the help of their Regent assigned personal servants.
WHERE: Various parts of Achamoth
WHEN: Before the reactivation of the shrines
HOW: SCIENCE!
It was the early afternoon, and standing a short distance from the Citadel's main gates was what appeared to be a woman and a child. The woman, dressed in a nondescript brown dress that matched the color of her hair stood close to the girl, almost protectively so. The 'child' herself looked to be in something of a foul mood, judging by the way she was impatiently looking around. Dressed in a simple dress of black dyed cloth, she seems a great deal younger then her caretaker, but you'd never know it by the way she addresses the woman. "You've made me wait long enough. You'll tell me what we're doing out here now, or I'm going back inside. I don't have anything important do and I STILL feel like you're wasting my time. You do realize you're MY servant right, not the other way around?"
The patience on the woman's face is the opposite of what the little Aion is wearing. "Please forgive me, my lady, I fear I may have brought us here a little bit earlier then needed. I may have let my excitement get the better of me. I hope you can find it in your heart to show mercy to me. The violent hair girl responds with a derisive snort. "You're waiting for something. Or someone. That is obvious. Whatever it is gets five more minutes. After that I am going back to my room". She crosses her arms and glares upwards at the women, as if daring her to talk back. She knows she would never dare do so. Not to her 'little lady'
The woman must be a saint, because the only response the little tantrum gets is a further smile. "I would not wish to waste your time, my lady. I have made a selfish request of a certain gentleman I spoke to recently that I will need your help with. I assure you that you won't find it a waste of your time." Its obvious Majorita is not won over by the argument. "Making promises for me without even asking? Are you LOOKING to get punished? That costs you a minute. Three more, and I am leaving." Never mind it hadn't been a full minute since she had said she would wait for only five.
WHAT: Two girls who are older then they look attempt to act like they aren't both messed up with the help of their Regent assigned personal servants.
WHERE: Various parts of Achamoth
WHEN: Before the reactivation of the shrines
HOW: SCIENCE!
It was the early afternoon, and standing a short distance from the Citadel's main gates was what appeared to be a woman and a child. The woman, dressed in a nondescript brown dress that matched the color of her hair stood close to the girl, almost protectively so. The 'child' herself looked to be in something of a foul mood, judging by the way she was impatiently looking around. Dressed in a simple dress of black dyed cloth, she seems a great deal younger then her caretaker, but you'd never know it by the way she addresses the woman. "You've made me wait long enough. You'll tell me what we're doing out here now, or I'm going back inside. I don't have anything important do and I STILL feel like you're wasting my time. You do realize you're MY servant right, not the other way around?"
The patience on the woman's face is the opposite of what the little Aion is wearing. "Please forgive me, my lady, I fear I may have brought us here a little bit earlier then needed. I may have let my excitement get the better of me. I hope you can find it in your heart to show mercy to me. The violent hair girl responds with a derisive snort. "You're waiting for something. Or someone. That is obvious. Whatever it is gets five more minutes. After that I am going back to my room". She crosses her arms and glares upwards at the women, as if daring her to talk back. She knows she would never dare do so. Not to her 'little lady'
The woman must be a saint, because the only response the little tantrum gets is a further smile. "I would not wish to waste your time, my lady. I have made a selfish request of a certain gentleman I spoke to recently that I will need your help with. I assure you that you won't find it a waste of your time." Its obvious Majorita is not won over by the argument. "Making promises for me without even asking? Are you LOOKING to get punished? That costs you a minute. Three more, and I am leaving." Never mind it hadn't been a full minute since she had said she would wait for only five.
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She does, however, mumble a "Sorry!" when Majorita hauls her arm away. Not for the hug--Meteion is not sorry for that--but for the frisson of fear that gesture brought out in the demon. Let Majorita think what she will. That's another thing the bird is not going to call any attention to. For all that she likes to push the envelope a bit, even she knows when enough is enough.
"Well...I promise to do my best to not sing too loudly of your skills! But I can't promise you won't get a few new customers. Some of them might be my friends--I have a few people I'd probably bring here." And she's thinking of at least one poor, laid-up fellow who might be happier with a treat. This is a perfect opportunity, and one Meteion won't pass up.
She does give good thought to Haron's question, but gives it equal respect. "This may sound strange to you, Ser Haron, but my experience with food is new in coming to Horos and being an Aion. It certainly hasn't disappointed me so far, but I fear I might disappoint you--because I want to try everything! Luckily, I'll be satisfied with...perhaps some of that bread you spoke of? This will just make sure I do come back!"
Not for a moment does Meteion expect a smorgasbord delivered to her demand; she figures return visits will be all to the good to broaden her culinary experiences.