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Post by ocean on Sept 2, 2008 18:51:23 GMT -5
The elderly lion craned his neck so as to see better around the Chamber. It was empty; at least for now. One paw stroked the smooth marble table beneath his palm, silently marveling at the stories this surface could tell. Power of the ages…it vibrated within his very core, reinstating energy into his wizened limbs. His knees creaked in reluctance as he cautiously lowered himself onto one of the numerous benches, choosing one of the more heightened ones for himself. Always higher, always on top.
Resting his cane against the end of the bench, Leonidus begins to wonder why he is even here. No meeting has been called; there is no council to take place in this haven of his. It was just that the Chamber soothed him, perhaps. It was some kind of remedy for his aching joints, his aging mind. It made him feel young, powerful. It gave him the unearthly feeling that life no longer could.
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Post by squeaker11 on Sept 2, 2008 19:30:27 GMT -5
A black shape entered the chamber, quickly stuffing something into the pocket of her long coat. "I'm just too busy lately. I need to get a schedule. Too unorganized. Messy." She muttered, unaware of the lion sitting on a bench on the other side of the room. "It's going to get me in trouble one of these days. Almost did today. Stupid hybrids." The last word came out as just a hiss. Roxanne ran a hand through her ebony hair, examining the silver streak running through it. "Too much stress will get me killed, too."
Only after this little conversation with herself did Roxanne notice Cornelius. "Oh, hello there, Sir. How are you today?" She asked, replacing the scowl etched on her face with a warm smile. She bowed her head slightly in respect, something she was taught to do when greeting her elders.
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Post by ocean on Sept 7, 2008 7:12:33 GMT -5
His pensive state was interrupted as the Tasmanian Devil entered the Chamber, muttering something incoherent to herself under her breath. He gave her a sheltered look though said nothing; he’d leave it to her to notice him. When she did, he offered a terse nod in return. “Roxanne,” he replied in formal tones, painstakingly standing and leaning on his cane so as to approach her. He extended a hand to her in greeting, expecting her to take it.
“How have you been on this fine day, Roxanne?” Normally one speaking in such high spirits might’ve gained a twinkle in their eye, perhaps some kind of richness to their tone. And yet Cornelius remained exactly the same. Stoic, generic, passive. He was but a piece of the scenery, a grave and noble Council member with no emotion, no memory. Nothing to set him apart.
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Post by squeaker11 on Sept 13, 2008 12:38:58 GMT -5
Roxanne shook the lion's hand. "Good to see you, Cornelius." She said, smile never leaving her lips, though it never quite reached her eyes. When she removed drew back her hand, she quickly wiped it on her dress, an obsessive habit she had been showing recently. Then she ran it quickly through her hair, once again, an obsessive habit.
"I have been wonderful today, Sir. How about you?" She asked cordially. "I was just taking a, uh, walk and decided to stop here. " She explained to justify why she was out. Her smile faltered briefly, but she quickly recovered. "What brings you here today?"
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