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| The Eight of Wands: Travel and Education | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 15 2015, 12:11 PM (478 Views) | |
| Agatha Hall | Jan 15 2015, 12:11 PM Post #1 |
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The cold wind that blew across the courtyard whipped up the hem of tiny Agatha's skirts and threatened to dislodge her new hat. Frowning, Agatha gripped tight to her Gladstone bag, made certain her load was secure and held her walking cane even tighter. Taking a moment to study the street for danger, she watched her former fellow train passengers disperse. It took only a few moments for her to be alone. The cab men paid her no mind. The Station Hotel. That's what the guidebook had recommended and she was in no mood to contradict the guidebook. Checking that the road was free of hazard, Agatha smiled. Pondered the nature of the meaning of the eight of wands and hobbled her unsteady way towards the hotel. Taking care that each limping step found firm footing. She felt it prudent to avoid meeting the local gentry while covered in sooty horse muck. |
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| Storyteller | Jan 18 2015, 06:26 AM Post #2 |
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Many would never believe that Melissa was a childe of Malkav, though her embrace hadn't been a choice she made. After the assault in the asylum, she spent some time in a dissociative state where her eyes seemed to glaze over and her mind wandered. Blood had filled her mouth without even the slightest bit of knowledge - at least not until her wounds had healed and she had been cleaned of the blood and the torn garments removed from her frame. Her hair had come out in clumps, pulled freely from her scalp for many nights after and always returning while the sun shone upon the city. It took nearly a decade for her to be 'stable' enough to hunt on her own, to be presentable to the Prince. But no one would ever be aware that she had been a victim of violence and a slave to madness. Her glimmering gaze of warm sienna caught sight of the young, limping woman and her lips instantly curved into a smile. Melissa was quite petite and so when Agatha approached, she would not be an imposing figure. Her small frame was dressed in a warm forest green frock, accented with rich browns of leather and fur. Her sable hair was drawn back from her features and pinned into place - the blustery weather having been a consideration before she left the house. "Pardon me, miss.. but I believe that you and I have more in common than anyone might guess." Her voice sounded the way a perfume could smell especially floral - almost sweet, but not in the same way as a child or maiden, but that of a woman with the deepest of sympathy. |
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| Agatha Hall | Jan 18 2015, 07:40 AM Post #3 |
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Her peg leg tapped and her bag was heavy. Agatha constantly checked the road for signs and sounds of horse and carriage. Smiling at reaching the other side of the road and closer to the Hotel, she paused as the presentable young lady in leather, fur and finery made her presence known. Agatha paused. Lowered her bag to the ground and held tight to her cane. Studying Melissa with an expression of delight at meeting someone so polite. A shy smile is offered while Agatha's wide eyes search for some sign of recognition. "Good evening, Miss! Really...?" she asked happily, as if actually curious to the possible common ground. She looked again, trying to recognize Melissa. Wondering if she should know Melissa from the stage or music halls, she couldn't place the face, so pressed on in good humour. Perhaps, she thought to herself, the young lady is mistaken. "I shall take you at your word, Miss! May I perhaps, therefore, be of some assistance to you, Miss?" she asked happily, freely and with sincerity. |
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| Storyteller | Jan 19 2015, 02:42 AM Post #4 |
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Warm brown eyes drank in the sight of the tiny creature before her, from the muddy hem of her dress to her wind-swept golden hair. Agatha might note that Melissa paid no mind to the cane, the Malkavian Primogen knowing all too well the burdens of disability and understanding all the more when they were visible to the every man's eye. "First, why don't we go inside? It is a rather gloomy evening and the gentle breeze from this afternoon threatens to become a tempest and we can't have you blowing away." The smile lingered on her lips and she folded up her parasol and tucked it under her arm, the other hand gesturing towards the doors of the hotel. The attendant inside invited them in and when he cast Agatha a suspicious and critical eye, Melissa met his gaze and stared until he was overwrought with embarrassment and turned away. She lead Agatha to one of the parlors that was for the most part absent of others and found them a quiet corner to converse, suggesting that the small woman make herself comfortable and choose where to sit before Melissa settled in a chair a respectable distance away. "I felt your arrival... like the spider at the center of a web when a fly finds itself ensnared.." She paused for a moment, her nose wrinkling, "Perhaps nothing so grim.. but I sensed you all the same." |
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| Agatha Hall | Jan 19 2015, 03:21 AM Post #5 |
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Agatha is amused by the remark about the wind. Nodding happily, she also seemed to admire the parasol. Making a mental note to purchase one of her own, she smiled sweetly to Melissa. "Oh." she chirped when invited to follow her new friend. "Thank you, Miss! I shall happily follow!" taking care to be careful with each step, she picked up her bag. Agatha was equally impressed by the command this lady had over the attendant. It spoke of a lady in command of her faculties and who knew how to make things happen. Already Agatha felt Melissa leaving a mark on her. Reassured, Agatha hobbled in the exact steps of Melissa. Watching each footstep and trying to find some pattern in them. Once in the corner of the parlor, Agatha is keen to make a good impression. Adjusting her bonnet, straightening her plaits, she sits primly on the edge of the nearest seat free. With a bashful smile, she sits so her peg leg sticks out at a sensible angle. Resting her cane across her lap and bag at her side, Agatha smiles and nods when spiders were mentioned. "Oh, I see!" she chirps again, a giggle to show the beginnings of understanding. "I thank you, Miss, for this meeting! I am grateful for your explanation too!" she sounded sincere. Her eyes wide with excitement. Agatha couldn't help it, her tiny hand fidgeted with her dress and skirts, as if somehow trying to adjust the leather straps that held her peg leg in place. "My name is Miss Agatha Hall. I have traveled from London. I have come here to... Well, to be of assistance where possible, to refrain from making mischief and to learn all I can!" she explained with continued excitement. |
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| Storyteller | Jan 20 2015, 07:31 AM Post #6 |
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It was impossible to watch the young girl without an ounce of endearment. There was a life within her that should have been drained with her blood when she was made eternal. Such a vibrance in her aura. It made Melissa envious of what had been stolen from her in her youth, but if Agatha was able to hold onto that zeal, she would also gain the Malkavian's admiration. Again, her eyes remained untempted by the fussing of her leg, a gesture of respect despite her curiosity. Her head inclined to the side as she observed Agatha quietly, listening to the lilt of her words and the enthusiasm that carried through each sentence. To be certain they were on the same page, signs for life were observed - a pulse, the delicate art of breathing and when Melissa needed to be positively certain that the woman in her presence was a vampire as well, she read her aura. While the color of her emotions may have surfaced, Melissa only had an interest in confirming her embrace, it was impolite to invade someone's feelings otherwise. "You have been released by your teacher, then? How long have the nights ruled you, Miss Hall?" |
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| Agatha Hall | Jan 20 2015, 08:29 AM Post #7 |
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Her nervous excitement bleeds out into her Aura too. Agatha stays still long enough to humbly chirp, "Yes, Miss! If it pleases you, a mere eight years now, Miss!" Folding her hands into her lap, she resists the temptation to fidget for a moment to smile, as if both waiting for Melissa to ask other questions and also to gauge how her replies are satisfying Melissa. Agatha is quickly forming the view that, to judge by her demeanor so far, Melissa usually gets whatever she wants. |
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| Storyteller | Jan 21 2015, 08:06 AM Post #8 |
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All of the excitement was a little overwhelming for the Malkavian, having become so accustomed to the Kindred in the domain being so proper and emotionally controlled. It was a welcoming change of pace, but one that Melissa would have to get used to - though she was more worried about others taking advantage of that enthusiasm. Eight years. Her head nodded in approval. It was still young, but for their clan it was rare to keep a childer under lock and key for as long as the Warlocks or Kings might. That Agatha was sent here of all cities inspired a sense of pride, assuming that her Sire had deemed the representation of the Malkavians an acceptable and welcoming atmosphere for his childe. Her hands clasped in her lap, and while Agatha vibrated with energy, Melissa remained soft and stoic - like an elegant statue, though she entirely lacked the coldness. Her smile lingered on her womanly features, those warm brown eyes shining with what could only be read as affection. She would have to protect Agatha - to shield her from the dangers of the city while doing her best to educate her on who and what to avoid. "Would you tell me a little more about yourself?" |
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| Agatha Hall | Jan 21 2015, 10:11 AM Post #9 |
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Agatha appreciated the Melissa's attention and questions. Not from any ego, rather Agatha assumed it showed a sense of civic alertness. "Oh!" she chirped merrily. Pausing the assemble a reply, Agatha then launches into an excited explanation; "Thank you. well, unused to this question as I am, Miss, I should perhaps begin by saying that my meager talents, such as the are, reflect my life. Haphazard and meandering." she offers a humble smile and fusses with the straps hidden beneath her dresses. "I used to go by the stage name of Miss Stromboli when performing a Mentalism act with the late-Professor Stromboli at the Canterbury, Middlesex and Paragon music halls. Minding reading. Prestidigitations, simple conjuring, seances, clairvoyance, that sort of thing!" she giggles and as she speaks her hands suddenly flutter in the air and conjure, as if from the aether, a standard playing card! With a happy giggle, tiny Agatha's agile fingers flip and twist and the card appears to suddenly vanish. Having playfully illustrated her point, she adds; "Such an act brought joy to many, but did not bring riches. I was brought up to sing and play piano and such like. My mentor taught me much else besides. My aim is to enrich this Domain to the best of my abilities!" she nods more meaningfully, hoping to hint that she was aware of at least some of the rules and share her seemingly sincere desire to be useful. Pausing, she rests her hands where her wooden leg likely meets her thigh stump and smiles. Watching Melissa for signs of reaction and further questions. "I..." Agatha hesitates, as if suddenly unsure if her enthusiasm has upset the more placid young lady, "I shall be happy to answer other questions, Miss. Or expand upon what I have said if you deem this insufficient." Edited by Agatha Hall, Jan 21 2015, 10:12 AM.
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| Storyteller | Jan 24 2015, 03:37 PM Post #10 |
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Melissa wondered if the girl had sensed her presence considering her talents, or if it was solely the connection of their clan that drew them together like magnets. She was surprised the girl was so chipper considering the heaviness on the mind that usually came with a connection to the demimonde. But then again, perhaps she was so innocent that she believed it all to be a game. She was more convinced of the later as Agatha performed her trick with the card, the gesture of the little woman and her excitement of performing causing the smile on Melissa's lips to broaden ever so slightly. "How wonderful.." she offered in a warm tone, brown eyes gleeming with an expression of pride which only became all the more pronounced with the mention of her ability to sing and play the piano. So, she was cultured - to some level. She couldn't help but let her mind drift to the missing limb and if it's departure from Agatha's body had been the reason she been put on stage - that she was removed from her family because of it and had to find some other means of providing for herself. Was she able to do so? Could she survive? It sounded as if she always had someone to look after her. "How is it you would like to enrich this city, Agatha?" she asked with a genuine curiosity, rather skepticism, her hands smoothing along the skirts of her dress as if she were making herself more comfortable - settling in for an extended conversation. |
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