| Irene & Genevieve; otp: you're a bad influence on me | |
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| Irene Burns | Mar 7 2017, 04:52 PM Post #1 |
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Mrs. Claus
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Irene: *She was going to kill Virgil if he did not come back in an instant. Irene wasn't one for shame but if any of the knights or guards walked in to the armory and found her in nothing but her underclothes, shackled to a stand by magic dampening handcuffs, Irene was going to die of embarrassment. She wouldn't look it, not if she could help it, but she would die inside. This was the last dalliance she would ever have with Virgil, that's certain. Who forgets to bring the key for the handcuffs that can't be opened with magic?! This was not the adventure she had in mind. Irene heard the door* If you're not the idiot formerly known as Virgil Brackner, don't come any closer! I'm unarmed. *Irene looked at her bound wrists. She wasn't wrong.* Gen: *she'd been waiting to take a look around the armory until she could be reasonably sure it was empty. Apparently that was not the case now. Stifling a frustrated groan, she followed the source of the voice. And hey, didn't that sound like--? Yes. It was. Now she was laughing as she laid eyes on Irene* Lady Irene. I certainly wasn't expecting to see you here ... What did you get yourself into? Irene: Laugh if you must. *Well, if she was going to be caught like this, better by Genevieve than by one of the pervert guardsmen.* I did not get myself into anything. A moron got me into these. *shakes the chains* And couldn't get me out. Gen: *eyeing her state of undress, ignoring a twinge of something that another person might identify as jealousy. Not her, though. It was ... it had to be something else* Looks like you two were pretty busy in the meantime, though. Need some help? Irene: *A faint flush appeared on her cheeks and neck under Gen's gaze that the lack of most of her clothing was making all too visible, among other things* I'm decidedly out of the mood. *A second passes* Oh, you meant- of course, please. The dimwit apparently got the magic restricting cuffs. I knew we should have used scarves. Gen: *grins* I did mean the cuffs. This time. *She pulls a jeweled hair pin out of her hair, carelessly letting a few strands fall free, then approaches Irene, leaning over her to reach the key hole* Just give me one quick moment, and I'll have you out of there. But only if you tell me which dimwitted knight I need to be sure to avoid having come to my rescue. Irene: Promises, promises. *She tried to pass it off as teasing but when Gen got close, Irene cleared her throat.* That would be Virgil Brackner. Brackners- great in bed, completely untrustworthy. *She looked at Gen again, intrigued. Technically, Irene was supposed to be keeping an eye on Gen for the princess. Helena didn't trust Pandora or Genevieve. Well, Irene was keeping an eye on Gen, she was keeping both of them on her in fact.* Now where does a lady learn how to pick locks? Gen: Careful - I might hold you to those promises. *winks* hmm. They did always give me that impression. Good to know I was right in my assumptions. *with a tiny click, the handcuffs came open & Gen stepped back, answering easily* Well, let's just say it's a necessary skill when you have a sister who hates sharing but owns very nice jewelry. Irene: I think my current predicament is a testament to how careful I usually am. *she sighs in relief, rubbing her wrist* Ah, a wicked streak. One I'm most grateful for. Thank you, you've helped preserve my modesty. *She grins, it keeps at bay outright laughter* Gen: I'll be sure to remember that. *glances around the armory, observing the weapons collection in the room.* I'm glad I could be of assistance, but I must admit, immodesty suits you. Now I have to ask: what was the appeal of the armory? Irene: You flatter me, my lady. *smiles and then walks over to her previously discarded skirts and corset and picks them up* Less security and more cleanliness than a dungeon, really. I was the spy he caught red handed, and he was going to...persuade the information out of me. *winks* I'm assuming you're here for the actual weapons? *interesting.* Gen: *laughs* It sounds like a valiant effort. Pity you were stuck with such a poor interrogator. Even I know not to lock someone up without knowing the whereabouts of the key. *pauses at the question* I was, I confess. Just to look. Ladies, after all, do not make it a habit of wielding them. Irene: Yes, but fortunate I had a rescuer so talented with her fingers. *she puts a skirt on and quickly gets frustrated and decides that would be enough clothing* you would look and not touch? How excruciating. *Irene moves towards a rack of swords, passing her fingers over the hilts and smiling at Genevieve* I won't tell if you won't. Gen: And to think you haven't even seen the half of my talents yet. *she twirls the hair pin deftly with one hand before placing it back in her hair* Maybe I should reconsider that "no-touching" policy, *she says, her eyes on Irene's hand more so than the sword* I guess it's our secret. *reaches for a longer, thinner blade, meant for one-handed use, and picks it up. It's solid, fairly well-made, but the balance is a hair off. Nevertheless, she hadn't had a weapon in hand since they'd arrived in Yei Tir, so even this felt amazing* You know, you're a bad influence on me. Irene: Then I look forward to seeing them. *She grins, watching Genevieve with interest as she picks up a sword. Irene knew very little of swordfighting, save what she saw in the tourneys, but she could tell Gen had a certain level of familiarity if for no other reason than she could hold one without showing any strain. Swords were heavy. Even if the one Gen was carrying was smaller than the others.* So I've been told. I quite enjoy it. Tonight alone you've trespassed, picked a lock, and have temporarily commandeered a knight's sword. Naughty. Gen: and I look forward to showing you. *she swings the blade at the air in a couple of small, practice moves* Yes, well, I can use it better than the knight. *glances up at Irene, who's still not fully re-dressed after the handcuffs mishap* Then again, l can do a few more things better than a knight. Rescuing damsels in distress, for example. I take it yours has abandoned you at this point. *shakes her head in disapproval* Irene: *She stands a little straighter, even more intrigued. Women handling swords wasn't unheard of, there were several female guards and knights, before now Irene wouldn't have known Genevieve did.* That you can. *She looks at the armory doors, frowning. Irene didn't want to believe that Virgil would have abandoned her. He was a moron, not a coward. He wouldn't have purposefully left her to be humiliated...of course not.* It's more likely he was caught by his superior officers and sent on patrol...I'm sure he'll have a perfectly suitable explanation in the morning. *she turns away, heads towards a simple wooden bench and crouches* And either way he owes me, so I doubt he'll mind if I take this. *She holds up a bottle of wine, straight from the Brackner vineyards and stands again with a smile* Gen: *scoffs* "Perfectly suitable"? I wouldn't let him get away with that one. Going on patrol without warning would be a perfect excuse to revisit the armory, for example. *nods approvingly at the bottle of wine* Oh I think the bottle of wine is a good start for his repayment *places the sword back where she found it, a little reluctantly* care to share a drink with your rescuer? Irene: Well of course I'll make him suffer for it but I'm a believer in second chances. *Probably not to sleep with her again, but in general. Irene preferred to remain friends with everyone.* I would be delighted, my lady. I think it will be a good start for my repayment of you. *She hands the bottle over to Genevieve, brushing her fingers as she did so* If you'll give me a moment to get back into these goddess-forsaken clothes, we should probably find a less restricted location. Or perhaps one more so. Gen: *takes the bottle, keeping her eyes on Irene* Perhaps more restricted. Then you wouldn't have to waste time with all those layers Irene: *She grins, hoping Genevieve would say that. Nevertheless she did slip on the topmost layer, which was looking rather ridiculous without her corset on to give it form, but she wasn't going to put that back on. She slips on her shoes again* I know just the place, if you'll allow me to show you how bad an influence I can really be. *Now she holds out her hand* Gen: *she's only ever-so-slightly disappointed by Irene adding more clothes, but perhaps that wouldn't be a problem for too long. Grins & takes Irene's hand* Lead the way. Irene: *With a suppressed giggle, Irene led Genevieve out of the armory and through the halls, sticking to the ones she knew to be deserted and occasionally through hidden ones as well. Irene had spent a fair amount of time getting around the castle and avoiding scandal. Well, mostly avoiding it. Finally, they reached their destination after only needing to hide out of sight twice: the throne room. Vacant now, but still no less impressive in Irene's eyes.* Voila. Want to drink like queens? Gen: *follows her, noting the path through the castle. She's never been this way before & doesn't realize where Irene is leading her until they're standing in the room* Impressive; I'd love to. *the contact had given her enough of the ability to mimic Irene's Yei abilities, & it's one of their spells that she uses to pop the cork out of the wine bottle. Sometimes it was easy to blend in* For the record, I'd say this definitely means you're a worse influence than I am. Irene: Why, thank you *she takes her skirts in hand and curtsies* I pride myself on it. *She winks and then walks closer to the king and queen's thrones* Is another of your talents drawing up a couple of glasses? Gen: I think I can manage that. *uses another quick spell to conjure up glasses from the kitchens. She's relieved that one works; she's never practiced it before.* Will these do? *she walks over to Irene, handing her one of the glasses & then pouring her a generous amount of wine.* I'm curious, do you make it a habit to sneak into the throne room? Irene: They're perfect. Straight from the bottle is more of a hard liquor endeavor, after all. *She takes the glass and teases* You think I bring just anyone here? The answer is no, it's not a habit. I might be trying to impress you, given that you didn't exactly catch me at my best. Gen: *pouring her own glass* I may not have, but you certainly did manage to impress me anyways. Irene: *She was pleased to hear it. After Gen finished pouring, Irene lifted her glass* A toast. To dashing rescues? Gen: *raises her glass* And to bad influences. Irene: Cheers! *She clinks her glass against Gen's and then takes a generous sip* Gen: Cheers! *sips the wine* this is amazing; I can see why you wanted to take it as part of your repayment. *glances around the empty room* So, how long do you think it would take for anyone else to find us in here? Irene: Isn't it? And here I thought you might make a joke about how it couldn't compare to a Egaligny red. *She grins and then boldly steps up to the throne and sits on it* I think we have some time. Gen: Most wines can't, *she admits* But this one's the closest I've had in Yei Tir. *she thinks maybe she shouldn't be surprised when Irene steps right up to the throne, but she is a little anyways* The throne suits you. *then adds, teasing* Should I start addressing you as "Your Highness," then? Irene: *grins* oh I'm afraid you must not. I would surely get used to it and I would not have you uttering blasphemy just for my sake. Gen: *amused* Blasphemy? So you equate your rulers to gods, then? Irene: They certainly do. *Irene giggles and takes another sip* But they are the Goddesses' choice, their reign blessed since the inception of Yei Tir's monarchy. *Irene shrugs.* Gen: *muses on this as she takes another sip of the wine* Interesting. Now is this proven fact or closer to myth? I know a lot of times in history it was the latter. Irene: *She blinks, taken aback and then slightly disturbed by the fact she was taken aback* I don't know, I never thought about it. There's history books about it, granted, history wasn't my best subject. Gen: I confess I'm not as well-versed in Yei Tir's lore as I'd like to be. But I was merely curious. Divine Right is quite the claim to bring forth without proof, after all. Look how well it turned out for France. Irene: No one has contested it. Well...not on the scale of France. And the Priestesses back the Fayes, and the common people tend to listen to them, being the Goddesses' messengers and all. |
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| Irene Burns | Apr 1 2017, 07:31 PM Post #2 |
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Gen: *She finally managed to find some alone time in the training yard, when the knights weren't practicing, and she was taking full advantage of it. There were so many aspects of Court she enjoyed, but the constant 'ladylike' behavior was not one of them. It had been too long since she'd felt as free as she did now, after running through drills with a sword and a staff, and now a bow. Her skills were a tad rusty, her hands hurt in a way they wouldn't if she hadn't let her calluses start to soften, and she was breathing heavily, but she was smiling. And that smile only widened when she turned toward the rustling noise behind her to find Irene standing there.* I feel like I'm armed a disproportionate amount of the time I run into you. Irene: Perhaps if you didn't look so good while armed, I'd find more of a reason to object. *Irene smiled. The training yard was visible from a certain point in the castle windows. She had spotted Gen training earlier and when she found herself at the grounds, walked towards the training area, wondering if Gen were still around. Much to Irene's delight she was, but with a different weapon. Her inspecting gaze was unashamed.* Any additional talents I should know about? Gen: Well in that case, I'll just have to invite you to watch more often. *grins* But as far as any additional talents ... well ... I've already shown you most of those. Irene: hmm, you know I feel about looking without touching. *Irene winks, her intent on being distracting but ended up being the one distracted herself. It was almost torturous to pull herself away from the images Gen brought to the forefront of her mind, but Irene managed it. They'd get to that later.* Most? How intriguing. You've been holding out on me *Irene motioned to the bow* here I thought you were only handy with a sword. Gen: I do, *she replied, her mind most certainly being called to other activities.* It's one of the things I enjoy most about you. *chuckles* And if I've been holding out on you, it's only to preserve some of the element of surprise. Apparently including that I'm at least moderately versed in other weapons. *She nodded to the target she was working with, a cluster of arrows somewhere to the left side of the bullseye* it's not my strength, which is why I need the practice. Everyone should have at least a couple of ways to defend themselves. Irene: Maybe later you can tell me the other things you most like about me. *Irene grins and then follows with her gaze at what Gen gestures to. She whistled. In need of practice or not, Irene was impressed.* Do wits and charm count as ways of defense? *grins* Because if so, I am expertly deadly. But if not, I'm lacking. Gen: So long as that's a promise I'll see you later, I will. *Gen wasn't surprised to hear Irene's response, but it concerned her for reasons she was not quite so willing to admit to herself. The thought that Irene might one day be in danger with no way to defend herself...* Then perhaps it's time you learned. Pick a weapon and I'd be happy to instruct you. Irene: *Her grin widened to the eye point of making her eyes crinkle as she asked* Really? *She stepped closer, looking over the weapons with a sheepish glee* Cause I've had men ask me to handle their swords before, but that was in a completely different context. *Irene looked at the swords and picked it up. It was heavy, heavier that she thought. Then she looked at what at first she thought was just a very long broom handle. Irene picked that up as well.* This is a weapon? Gen: *laughs* Men and their swords -- they always go for the easy metaphors, don't they? *She waited and watched Irene look over the weapons, picking up a couple of different ones.* Yes, that's a weapon -- a staff. It's lighter than a blade, but it can be just as effective if you use it right. Irene: *Seeing Gen laugh was always such a treat. Irene was quick to smiles, but it hadn't been until Irene began anticipating her time with Gen that she noticed the woman's usual demeanor. Genevieve was always pleasant, the same way most ladies at court were always pleasant. It was how they were meant to be (it was distressing, but that was the subject of another time). Few were the times Gen would genuinely laugh and smile, so Irene always appreciate them. Irene would also derive a pleasure from knowing most of the times she was the reason behind them.* A staff? *Irene grabbed it now with two hands* The only staves I've heard of are magic, used instead of wands. This does not look like magic. *Irene was intrigued.* Could you use any stick to fight after you learn? *Irene was being practical. Learning how to handle a sword or a bow required access to them. But if she ever found herself needing to wield a weapon, it would be easier to find a stick. Although the staff was much heavier than any stick she'd ever stumbled across.* Or is too hard? Gen: *Her reaction was the exact opposite of Irene's.* You can use a staff for magic? *She'd never seen it done before; maybe she'd have to learn while she was in Yei Tir.* You could use any stick, in theory. But these ones are easier because they're weighted correctly -- balanced, so you can execute your moves the way they're designed. *She let Irene hold it for a moment and get used to the way it felt in her hands before she spoke again.* Try holding it out in front of you, about waist level, parallel with the ground. The grip on your right hand should be palm up -- palm down on your left, and the placement should break the staff up into even thirds. Irene: *She nodded* It usually has one of Yei tirs precious stones at the top, but it's more of a tribal tradition further north. They probably can be used to hit people too. *magic with one end and physical harm with the other. Talk about variety.* Like this? *Irene did as she was instructed, feeling a bit silly. If Gen were a man this would be around the time she would start pretending to stroke the staff. Huh, were a lot of weapons purposefully dick analogies?* Feels awkward. *Irene admitted, switching the placement of the hands to see if that helped.* I think the staff is too big. Gen: Interesting. I'd think you'd be able to, but then again you wouldn't want to crack the stone, *she mused. But the thought was quickly forgotten as she watched Irene try to get her hand on the staff. Her movements were awkward, and Gen vaguely recalled her own first, equally as uncomfortable tries with the weapon. That had been a long time ago, though, and Gen was certain she hadn't looked nearly as adorable as Irene in her attempts.* It's not too big; you're just not used to it. Here, let me help. *She walked around Irene until she was standing directly behind her, shamelessly using the opportunity to press her body in close to Irene's back. Reaching around, Gen covered Irene's hand with her own, adjusting them back into position.* It will feel too wide at first. But breaking the staff into thirds like this will keep it weighted properly for balance and control. When you swing it, move one hand forward in a circular motion, and relax your grip so it's resting lightly in the space between your thumb and forefinger. Irene: Now there's a phrase I haven't heard a woman say, "it's not too big". *Her grin was wide as Gen moved behind her. Gen was warm, warmer than usual from all her previous practice. Gen's hands were strong over Irene's. She remembered being surprised at the callous nature of Gen's hands, more so than a lady should have them. It only added to the woman's appeal, in Irene's opinion. She shifted on her toes, just enough to move against Gen with a wicked smile on her face.* Relax? *Now Irene really was confused and momentarily distracted from being a distraction.* Doesn't that mean when you hit it doesn't hurt as much? *She tried to swing it like Gen said. She must have looked ridiculous, but she really couldn't complain.* |
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