Buddy Time: Duke Alla
Ahem. Well.
Hello there, passengers! I apologize for my long absence; even skeleton guards need buddy time. They were worried they had no body to go with.
[Pause for laughter, then Guy cracks up over the comms. He collects himself a few moments later.]
Haha, I kill me.
Oh my, we've had a lot of new boarders, haven't we?
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Hello there, passengers! I apologize for my long absence; even skeleton guards need buddy time. They were worried they had no body to go with.
[Pause for laughter, then Guy cracks up over the comms. He collects himself a few moments later.]
Haha, I kill me.
Oh my, we've had a lot of new boarders, haven't we?
[The sounds of ( Read more... )
At least the objects int he room seem to be recognizable... chair, a couch, a desk, OH! FISH! He takes a nice look at them before sensing someone in the room. Turning around, He goes to look at gambler but notices the tea and biscuits first.
Is it tea time already?
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Milk and sugar?
[He pours a cup for Duke. There's a thick file sitting beside the tea set.]
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[Duke takes a eat near the desk with a smile. He gives the room one more look around, pondering if he had world-jumped again... Until he emembers to tea.]
Could it be you're waiting for someone, sir?
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One lump or two?
Ah, yes actually. I was waiting for you.
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Ah. Yes. Me.
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Many apologizes but my memories are of the murky sort. I don't recall your name... please forgive me for asking, but may I have your name once more, sir?
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[Plip plip! He stirs, then nudges the cup towards Duke.]
So why don't we start at the beginning? Would you say you had a "happy" childhood?
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It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Guy.
[There is a bit of a pause, followed by some blank blinking from Duke as his hands rest in his lap with the teacup.]
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[A small chuckle and smile]
Oh dear, I do not believe anyone remembers that far back in their lives.... do they?
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[But Guy's smile does tighten into something lined with concern, and he takes his reading glasses out of his shirt pocket and puts them on.]
I see.
[He picks up the file and clicks his pen a few times before scribbling some notes.
A lot of notes.
A lot of notes.]
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[Duke sips his tea in some awkward silence]
... What, may I ask, is it you're writing? Is it a poem or perhaps a musical score?
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Or is it a drawing? Oh, I adore those with artistic skill.
[Still he feel a bit awkward. If he was expected... then just where was he and why was he being asked about his childhood?]
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[He clears his throat, writes another sentence, then finishes with a small flourish.]
Oh, nothing important.
What's the first thing you do recall?
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[he sips his tea before spitting a lie]
My father, Duke Airen D’Aubergine, of course.
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Mmhm.
[He drums his fingers on the file. He's read it quite thoroughly, and knows everything about his patient.]
I see.
[He smiles again, the moment passing.]
Then why don't you tell me about him.
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He was a great gentleman most knew, although his manor was quite a bit always from the city itself...
If not for him, I would look at words as pictures and scribbles of no meaning at all. All fathers teach their children to read, write and how to carry themselves, at least in that world they did. Ah, he also made the best sandwiches. I remember the first one he made for me, it was a ham and mustard sandwich with cheese.
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ah, but I wouldn't want to waste all our tea time with bits of my life. How about your own memories?
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Ham and mustard with cheese? Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear.
He begins to scribble furiously.]
Hmm?
Me? Oh, that's not really relevant right now.
[Guy answers as he scrawls, only pausing to sip his tea.]
And what about your mother?
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[Sip of tea as he thinks of a way out of the mother thing.... and realizes there isn't one]
My father had a mother... she would visit the manor as she pleased... about every six six to nine months... normally when a festival was to be happening. I enjoyed the fall festivals. M-eh... Father and I would find the most beautiful and delightful roasts during that season.
[He swirls his cup, watching the tea spin]
Ah, but that was such a long time ago... much too many years to count...
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Guy makes a few more notes, occasionally glancing up to watch Duke's reactions.]
I see. And she was your fraternal grandmother?
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