Ygor's Delicate Condition // Black Dragons // Black Roads
(LJ Cut only works for Benedict at the moment, or I'd use it. Sorry.)
The couches have been shoved together with no concern for comfort or for thoughts on the entertaining of guests. They have apparently been so moved to make space for quickly-erected bookcases, supply cabinets, and laboratory-style workbenches, behind which the sumptuous curtains and draperies are now hidden. The loom in the corner has been draped over with several large charts, maps, diagrams and sheets of paper covered with complicated arcane symbols. The maple music stand has been repositioned next to the loom and now holds a thick, dusty, old leather tome with alchemical glyphs across the cover. Rough-spun cloth has been draped over the instruments as well as much of the furnishings. Whether to keep them clean or to make the new resident more comfortable is unclear.
Giacomo appears, grasping Ygor's hand.
Ygor blinks expectantly at Giacomo. "This is an unexpected pleasure, Master."
Giacomo looks a tad tired...bags under his eyes tend to show more when he hits this stage. The semi-manic state belies this fact, however, although the random question of "Ygor, you're not pregnant, are you?" suggests a possible introduction of alcohol to his system.
Ygor looks down at himself, pats a few random body parts and answers dryly, "It is not something I've been experimenting on, so we can assume I'm not. Are you...feeling quite all right, Master?"
Giacomo waves a hand idly. "Everyone around seems to be spawning in one fashion or another, I thought it safer to ask. I have been tasked by the powers that be in Pathi with a new position."
Ygor says, "I'm certain I'd alert you first, if I had any intention of spawning." His use of the word doesn't seem to carry quite the same irony as Giacamo's. Casting a wary glance at the bags under Mozart's eyes, Ygor gestures, albeit with a cringing discomfort with their oplulance and plushness, to one of the couches in the room. "Would you care to relax while you inform me?"
Giacomo moves to one of the couches. He stairs at a collection of wood and threads dominating one corner. "Nice loom She didn't want it back?"
Ygor glances briefly at the loom and answers with a shrug. "I've no idea. She has not come calling for any of the furnishings. I use it to hold up my charts most of the time. I might yet find some other use for it." In fact, there are currently several large sheets of paper or parchment draped over the loom, each covered in arcane and complicated symbols.
Giacomo says, "Speaking of charts, a present from my father....." He flips a card out for Ygor to take.
Ygor raises a heavy brow, takes the card and nods. "Rather generous of the Grand Master. Can I expect it's about to become particularly useful?"
Giacomo says, "It definitely means you can pop back to Montenegro whenever you like. We may be receiving vistors. I got promoted from a Black Dragon to the the TOP of the heap. As such, it may do for my agents to have a stationary shadow to report to."
Ygor tucks the trump safely away into a pocket back in the depths of his workcoat. "Ah, and this, then, would be the so-mentioned new position? And what will our visitors be coming to us for, general guidance and orders from their new leader?"
Giacomo says, "Or to use the Library as a war room."
Ygor flashes a sharp-toothed grin at that. "War, Master? How fascinating. War tends to mean bodies, which means ample work for your Ygor, does it not?" His bushy brows raise in something that might be hope. "But if you're the top of the heap, Master, that must mean it's more than simple, traditional warfare, does it not?"
Giacomo shakes his head. "Black Road. Be careful, there, Ygor. This stuff taints. That is what happened to Pliny. I would appreciate it if, should your studies turn up any information, you let me know. I will certainly bring you in on anything interesting to study.
Ygor makes an arching, if shallow bow to Mozart. "Ygor is always careful, Master. Particularly with things are as /interesting/ as the Black Road." He rises from his swoop to continue, "I would be most happy to keep an eye out and an ear open for you. For something this important, I'll even use my own." He flashes another sharp-toothed grin then mutters under his breath, "Besides, from what I hear, that Pliny was always an arrogant ass."
Giacomo says, "Not exactly unjustified, when you have the talent to back it up. Just not ....polite."
Sometime later:
Ygor raises a heavy brow. "Odd? How so? Is there something we need to concern ourselves with this Addison, then?"
Giacomo says, "Addison is quite in need of concern, though perhaps not by us."
The couches have been shoved together with no concern for comfort or for thoughts on the entertaining of guests. They have apparently been so moved to make space for quickly-erected bookcases, supply cabinets, and laboratory-style workbenches, behind which the sumptuous curtains and draperies are now hidden. The loom in the corner has been draped over with several large charts, maps, diagrams and sheets of paper covered with complicated arcane symbols. The maple music stand has been repositioned next to the loom and now holds a thick, dusty, old leather tome with alchemical glyphs across the cover. Rough-spun cloth has been draped over the instruments as well as much of the furnishings. Whether to keep them clean or to make the new resident more comfortable is unclear.
Giacomo appears, grasping Ygor's hand.
Ygor blinks expectantly at Giacomo. "This is an unexpected pleasure, Master."
Giacomo looks a tad tired...bags under his eyes tend to show more when he hits this stage. The semi-manic state belies this fact, however, although the random question of "Ygor, you're not pregnant, are you?" suggests a possible introduction of alcohol to his system.
Ygor looks down at himself, pats a few random body parts and answers dryly, "It is not something I've been experimenting on, so we can assume I'm not. Are you...feeling quite all right, Master?"
Giacomo waves a hand idly. "Everyone around seems to be spawning in one fashion or another, I thought it safer to ask. I have been tasked by the powers that be in Pathi with a new position."
Ygor says, "I'm certain I'd alert you first, if I had any intention of spawning." His use of the word doesn't seem to carry quite the same irony as Giacamo's. Casting a wary glance at the bags under Mozart's eyes, Ygor gestures, albeit with a cringing discomfort with their oplulance and plushness, to one of the couches in the room. "Would you care to relax while you inform me?"
Giacomo moves to one of the couches. He stairs at a collection of wood and threads dominating one corner. "Nice loom She didn't want it back?"
Ygor glances briefly at the loom and answers with a shrug. "I've no idea. She has not come calling for any of the furnishings. I use it to hold up my charts most of the time. I might yet find some other use for it." In fact, there are currently several large sheets of paper or parchment draped over the loom, each covered in arcane and complicated symbols.
Giacomo says, "Speaking of charts, a present from my father....." He flips a card out for Ygor to take.
Ygor raises a heavy brow, takes the card and nods. "Rather generous of the Grand Master. Can I expect it's about to become particularly useful?"
Giacomo says, "It definitely means you can pop back to Montenegro whenever you like. We may be receiving vistors. I got promoted from a Black Dragon to the the TOP of the heap. As such, it may do for my agents to have a stationary shadow to report to."
Ygor tucks the trump safely away into a pocket back in the depths of his workcoat. "Ah, and this, then, would be the so-mentioned new position? And what will our visitors be coming to us for, general guidance and orders from their new leader?"
Giacomo says, "Or to use the Library as a war room."
Ygor flashes a sharp-toothed grin at that. "War, Master? How fascinating. War tends to mean bodies, which means ample work for your Ygor, does it not?" His bushy brows raise in something that might be hope. "But if you're the top of the heap, Master, that must mean it's more than simple, traditional warfare, does it not?"
Giacomo shakes his head. "Black Road. Be careful, there, Ygor. This stuff taints. That is what happened to Pliny. I would appreciate it if, should your studies turn up any information, you let me know. I will certainly bring you in on anything interesting to study.
Ygor makes an arching, if shallow bow to Mozart. "Ygor is always careful, Master. Particularly with things are as /interesting/ as the Black Road." He rises from his swoop to continue, "I would be most happy to keep an eye out and an ear open for you. For something this important, I'll even use my own." He flashes another sharp-toothed grin then mutters under his breath, "Besides, from what I hear, that Pliny was always an arrogant ass."
Giacomo says, "Not exactly unjustified, when you have the talent to back it up. Just not ....polite."
Sometime later:
Ygor raises a heavy brow. "Odd? How so? Is there something we need to concern ourselves with this Addison, then?"
Giacomo says, "Addison is quite in need of concern, though perhaps not by us."