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Nov 06, 2009 18:22

Ever since the arrival in Jericho, the palace servants and courtiers have been awkwardly preventing the worldwalkers from seeing the King. Like, "Sure, the audience will be tomorrow!" and then ... it isn't. That kind of awkward.

By this point, it's pretty clear that it's intentional.

cassandra of troy, jean yves, !event, bonnie mccullough

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blytheandbonnie November 7 2009, 00:36:50 UTC
Bonnie lingered near a wall, silently watching as one of the confused humans talked to a servant.

They were saying words. Something about the king and business and schedules and nonsense like that.

Bonnie wasn't really paying attention. She was staring intently at the servant girl's throat, watching the light beat of her pulse under her thin, fragile skin.

Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, green eyes narrowed as she stared.

She could practically keep track of time on that pulse. "Tick-tock, tick-tock," she whispered in a song-song voice.

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cassie_of_troy November 7 2009, 04:22:49 UTC
Cassandra was getting bored. She hated quiet hallways and she really hated the language of diplomacy right now. It was probably just a result of feeling so caged, so stir crazy. But long walks outside did nothing to ease her irritation. On the contrary, every tree looked like a laurel and that was a bit more than she was prepared to deal with.

Frustrated and uncertain what else to do, she found herself haunting the hallways of the palace, falling back into her standard patterns from Troy. It wasn't healthy, she knew, to become a ghost again, but she certainly didn't know what else to do.

That's simply the way it was. Cassandra roamed the halls, singing a bawdy song, hissing at anyone who gave her a peculiar look:

"Good mistress, I'm a plowman and I've come to plow your field, to slip my blade beneath the soil and see if it will yield. Good sir, I have a bonny field that many a plow would see. If you know of a blade more firm than yours, please send him here to me."

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ruathanrefugee November 8 2009, 19:52:37 UTC
Something about the palace unsettled him. It was nothing like Muneen Castle, which might have been a relief, but it was still too close to home. He feared falling into old patterns and the easiest solution had been to keep to his own quarters, even missing the occasional meal.

So the first time he heard a woman’s voice, singing in the hallways, he remained where he was, staring at a blank page in the journal, thinking of nothing worth writing.

The second time he opened the door, only to see Cassandra coming. He’d couldn't recall having heard her song before, but the tune reminded him of at least a half a dozen he’d heard in various taverns. "Where did you learn that song?" he asked from the doorway as she passed.

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cassie_of_troy November 8 2009, 22:40:30 UTC
Cassandra whirled to face JY, her hair following behind, a moment after. She offered him a sly smile. "My brother," she replied. There was a delight in being caught singing such a crude song. Cassandra's antics back home had become so customary, that no one paid them much attention anymore. But she really enjoyed the attention.

And, with that, she elected to treat him to a second verse, her voice ringing out clear and bright in the echoy halls. "Good mistress, I'm a locksmith, with a key to fit your door. I'll slip it in more smoothly than was ever done before. Good sir, the key is not what matters. Locks are but as good as the length and strength of the sturdy bolt they thrust into the wood."

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ruathanrefugee November 9 2009, 14:43:33 UTC
Definitely a tavern song. And from her brother? He never would have taught such a thing to Erin. But seeing Erin was a rare enough occasion, there was only ever time for so many words. Certainly not for songs.

And Erin never would have sung it through an inhabited hallway. He let her finish her verse before speaking again. “Why do you sing it now?”

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cassie_of_troy November 9 2009, 17:41:50 UTC
Cassandra shrugged. No reason not to be blunt. "There's nothing to do, is there?" she challenged him. "And we're certainly being most politely ignored by the monarchy."

She flashed him a toothy grin. "Seeing as we've already attempt the direct approach of asking to be heard, there's nothing better to do than take an indirect one." Not that she actually believed the trick would work, but she would let JY think she did.

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