open ♔ august castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during August [back and forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of this month.  Because not everyone is into parties, ok.  

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt. ]

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Sir Hasmed (Kinda)

[littledhampir]

[Unfortunately somebody doesn't know that Tia's office isn't here. In fact, somebody doesn't really know where anything is around the castle if it isn't the training room or kitchen. You don't want to know how long it took her to find the computer lab.

The knock on the door comes after Rose has pushed it open, an afterthought really and her face is the picture of confusion and even a hint of frustration.]

You're not Tia.

xD

[eldritchweaver]

[ Hasmed looks up from behind his desk with a calm, but not entirely pleased expression. The room is lit with candles that drip wax onto their holders messily. Large, ancient looking books cover many surfaces, and all around the room are disturbing items, many of which are difficult to decipher. Disturbingly shaped mini statues that might be animals, but don't look quite right... jars full of things that look like they are swimming around in cloudy liquid... strange powders in bags, boxes lining shelves, jars and vials, etc. ]

Very much not.

Re: xD

[littledhampir]

[Rose doesn't even try conceal the slight look of disgust that touches her features as her eyes move over the inside of the office and she takes a small yet noticeable step back, as if to make it clear she's not volunteering to become one of the specimens in the jars.]

Ah... yeah. Well can you tell me where she is... or, tell me anything about severing a psychic - psionic, bond or whatever?

[eldritchweaver]

She would know much more on the subject than I would. [ but now he's interested yo ] Who is seeking to sever such a bond?

[littledhampir]

Nobody... [Wow Rose. Even with a modifier of +6 that was only a Bluff Check of 8. So much for being a convincing liar!

Apparently she agrees.] Me... maybe. I wanna know how easy it would be to do it.

[eldritchweaver]

This is a bond you were born to?

[littledhampir]

[Rose opened her mouth to answer - closed it then tried again, looking more than a little annoyed.]

No idea. I didn't even know I had one until she turned up here.

[eldritchweaver]

A blood relative, perhaps?

[littledhampir]

[Rose snorted with laughter at that suggestion.]

Hardly. We're not the same race and we don't look anything alike.

[Though... given how Dhampirs were made it was technically possible.]

[eldritchweaver]

Well, that's certainly highly unusual, but not entirely unheard of. Do you know what other connection you might have shared?

[littledhampir]

According to her we're best friends... And I suppose I was her Guardian. [A beat.] Like a bodyguard. That was before I came here but I don't remember any of it and she's not that big on the sharing.

[eldritchweaver]

What is her name? She's a Squire here?

[littledhampir]

Dragomir. Lissa Dragomir. [Eyes narrowing.] Why? Is this is gonna be one of those things where you talk to her and I'm left outta the loop again? Cause there's been a little too much of that since she got here.

[eldritchweaver]

I have no reason to exclude you from whatever I might glean from Sir Dragomir. You came seeking information, and your case is an unusual one that will require some inquiry.

[littledhampir]

So... You're going to talk to her about it and tell me whatever she tells you?

[Yes that is a smile finally pulling at the corners of her mouth.]

Not that you'd really need to cause I can probably just tune in but if she blocks me out again, I'd like to know what I missed.

[eldritchweaver]

I'll keep no secrets from you - something I intend to make clear to her.

[littledhampir]

Well good luck with that then. She made it pretty clear I don't get to know.

[So much bitterness.]

[eldritchweaver]

It seems she needs to think deeply about the nature of our organization here, and the importance of sharing bonds of trust with others when their life may be in your hands.

[littledhampir]

[There's a smug look that touches Rose's face and lasts all of three seconds before she's slammed with the fact that whether intentionally or not, she was totally a nark...]

Can you maybe, leave me out of this chat? The part where I came to you wanting to know about getting rid of this bond?

[eldritchweaver]

[ there's a flash of irritation, the kind borne of impatience with the complicated politics of relationships between young people and their drama. but he waves a hand to agree. ] I'll not make mention of your seeking out information at all.

[littledhampir]

[The kind of flash she is oblivious to because let's be real? Rose gets that look a lot.]

Alright. [A beat.] Thanks. [Suddenly unsure whether this was her cue to go.] So I'm gonna... leave if you've got this, sorted?

[eldritchweaver]

[ he waves once more, in the direction of the door, returning his attention to a large yellowing volume open before him. ] If you wish to speak to Sir Ellison, she keeps office at our London Headquarters, in the city.