Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Scott)
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				Title: <strong>Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Scott)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 19:22:47</strong>
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				Meanwhile~<br><br>Lawerence Chester had arrived at the ball shortly after it began. He made his rounds shmoozing with all the guests as they arrived. Even in masks, a short conversation could easily betray the family beneath. However, as the night drew on, it became more difficult to keep up his conversations. He could no longer tell if there were people missing from the party, or if he just couldn't uncover them in the see of shrowded faces. In particular, he was searching&nbsp; Miranda. He had seen her at a few different events with their respective families, and had become greatly attached to the idea of courting her.<br><br>After searching the ballroom in vain he was able to find her parents. He concluded that she would surely return to them at some point in the night. That is how he would find her. And in the meantime, he could shmooze with her parents. Tactfully boast his families name and humbly boost their ego.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 20:05:39</strong>
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				Lord and Lady LaVelle were not so difficult to find; unlike their daughter, dressed in the sylvan wisps of silver and white, they were both proudly clad in their house colors, deep red and russets that, when there were many of their household gathered together, gave them the appearance of a shifting bouquet of roses and peonies - though some of those who were not fond of the family compared them to tomatoes, but that rarely happened in earshot.<br><br>Many in the LaVelle colors were dotted throughout the ballroom and the other rooms surrounding, much of the house having been opened for the ball, but the thickest gathering was around Lord and Lady LaVelle; she sat upon a chair while her husband stood behind, both indulging in their hosts wine and chatting amiably with those around them. The Murnaus in attendance were likely similarly gathered in quite some other part of the house.<br><br>When Lawrence Chester approached the group, most of the conversation lulled, naturally curious and cautious eyes looking him over and trying to figure out just who he might be, bearing the colors of neither of the great and quietly warring houses.<br><br>"Good eve to you, sir," Lord LaVelle greeted him jovially enough, and beckoned for a servant passing with a tray of wine. "There's room enough in these cups for another - join us, perhaps?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 03:59:34</strong>
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				"Good Evening Sir. If I were to venture a guess, I'd say Lord LaVelle yes?" He gives a wide smile and a soft bowing gesture. "And I must say, if I were part of that family, I'd be boldly wearing the proper colors."<br><br>It may have been a risk to reveal him before the proper time, but hoped the following comments would have helped to transfer it to an ego boost.<br><br>"I would be glad to join you all for drinks. I have been looking for an excuse to have a conversation with you anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 21:44:58</strong>
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				Smiling broadly, Lord Lavelle nodded and bent in a slight bow; there were very few with enough power that he'd need bend fully at the waist for, and by the man's manner he was fairly certain that this newcomer was not one of them.<br><br>"The very same, yes! By all means, join us, although I fear you have the advantage of me." Plucking up a pair of wine glasses from the tray, he gave one to his lady wife, and the other to the newcomer, before taking one himself and sipping, studying what little he could see of the man around mask and costume. "Tell me, what manner of conversation needed an excuse for my company? Or is this perhaps regarding some sort of business that we might better conduct in private?"<br><br>He grinned broadly, and several of the family tittered; anyone who had been at the party for any length of time would have found that there was no privacy to be found in this building's rooms and halls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 00:00:12</strong>
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				The Chesters were by no means a powerful family, but they had achieved enough standing to think they would be able to fit in in this city, with the powerful families present. When Lord Lavelle gave a slight bend, Lawerence felt it appropriate to give another, deeper bow. "Oh yes, Forgive me. Lawerence Chester. First son of Robert and Elizabeth Chester. They apologize for their absence, but the ball happens to fall on their anniversary. They returned to the city where they met for the weekend."<br><br>When he rose again he looked among those present and gave a soft shrug. "Some might ask for more privacy, but my intentions are pure. There is nothing to say that I am not willing to say in the presence of others." He gave a slight pause to nod a greeting to the others present. "I wanted to discuss, your daughter. The lovely Miranda. I would like to pursue a realtionship with her."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 22:30:21</strong>
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				If there were one phrase designed to make the entirety of the LaVelle family go quite still, after the young man's introduction, it was that very one. He declared his interest in pursuing a courtship with Miranda, the daughter of their foremost house, and a pocket of stillness and silence settled around the family as they stared, first at him... and then at their Lord.<br><br>For his own part, Miranda's father did not go still, but lifted his wine glass for a long draught, studying Lawrence over its rim and savoring the mouthful before he swallowed. "This indeed something that bears discussion," he said quietly, "So first I would ask you - what prompts you to make such a request of me, milord Chester?"<br><br>Despite his quiet demeanour, the LaVelle's mind was moving quickly - turning over what he had heard of the Chesters, their assets, their power, setting it against what could be gained with alliance with other suitable families of the realm, trying to work out whether this might be advantageous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 03:33:14</strong>
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				Lawrence almost audibly gulped at the sudden and somewhat awkward silence that fell over the group. Yet, he was determined to press this matter until he had the lord's blessing. He cleared his throat lightly and put down the drink he had been offered.<br><br>"That question could be taken two different ways, and for my part I'd like to answer both. Firstly, I make the request because your daughter is remarkable. She is a jewel the outshines any treasure in the world. And as quickly as this conversation became the center of attention, I'd venture to guess that everyone in ear shot knows how precious she is. Secondly, I bring the request to you, out of respect. Respect to her virtue, I would never be so bold as to assume she would honor my request to see her socially, without coming to you first. Respect to you, I would be ashamed to do anything behind your back sir. She is your daughter, you have a right to know my intentions. And respect to your family. I would be speaking to you about your daughter no matter who you might be, but I don't mean any disrespect when I say I do not care that she is a LaVelle. In short, I make the request because I would not be able to forgive myself if I did not. And I bring it to you, because I feel it would be improper not to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 19:31:15</strong>
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				The man's twofold explanation of his request was rather longwinded, which was to the liking of the head of the LaVelle's it gave him some time to think, and to gauge the fellow interested in his daughter. He'd known, of course, that with finally bringing her out, it was only a matter of time before she caught an eye, both on her own merits and on the simple fact of her status and station. She was, quite simply, the most eligible young woman in the city, and bound to have countless prospects in the weeks to come following the party.<br><br>But this Lawrence Chester was the first, and having the acuity to be ahead of the pack certainly was a point in his favor. LaVelle had no use for the slow of wit.<br><br>When he said that he did not care that she was a LaVelle, the family all began to shift, casting glances at each other that spoke volumes which he was as yet unable to decipher, and unexpectedly, it was not Miranda's father who spoke next, but her mother.<br><br>"You claim not to care that she is a LaVelle, yet not to have spoken to our daughter; it is cause to give a mother's heart worry as to what you wish of her," the Lady LaVelle put forth quietly, silkily; some in the upper eschelons well knew that she was as much a force to be reckoned with as her husband, who let fall a hand upon her shoulder, and lifted a glass, his silent deliberations complete. "All the better reason then, is it not my dear, to invite him to visit her in our company, and familiarize himself with what it is he thinks he desires?"<br><br>She looked up at her husband, and then to Lawrence, lifting her glass toward him with a smile - it was a movement that the rest of the family followed, all relaxing. "Quite right, husband; milord Chester, our home will be open to callers in two days time - it would please us to have you be among them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 02:12:44</strong>
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				He had known as soon as the words left his mouth that he had never said them. They were a powerful family, even if they did assume he was pursuing the heiress of the LaVelle family, they probably would not have taken offence. He simply wanted them to know that he was directly enthralled by Miranda. Her presence, her voice, the few glimpses of conversation he had overheard that pertained to her. She may not have been brought out before, but there had been glimpses for those careful enough or lucky enough to find them.<br><br>He was baffled for a moment by the Lady LaVelle. It had never occurred to him that such a request would come off in such a way as to 'give a mother's heart worry'. Lucky for him, the Lord LaVelle interjected in such a manner that everyone soon relaxed once more.<br><br>"I am honored to be invited milady." He responded, with a soft bow of respect. He would thank them both and slowly move to raise his glass once more.<br><br>"Might I ask, how will you be opening your home? Those wishing to court simply arrive, or is there a dinner party of some sort in the works?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 20:11:19</strong>
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				A few of the ladies to one side of the look exchanged a bemused glance over their own wine, but none were so uncouth as to interrupt with word nor giggle. The Lady LaVelle chose to answer , between slow sips of her own wine.<br><br>"As is customary for us following such events as this, we shall be having a calling day, for those whom we have given calling cards to come by and speak with us in an atmosphere more suitable for personal conversation."<br><br>"Matters of business," her husband took up the explanation smoothly, "Are rarely well suited to discussion at a party. Besides which, I imagine you'll need to be properly introduced to the girl if you wish to court her! Though where she's gotten off to is anyone's guess..." he trailed off, searching the nearby crowd as if his daughter might appear simply because of his desire for it, and then he looked to a young man wearing the family red, the elaborate mask of a jet-black panther dangling from his hip.<br><br>"Edmond... Go see if you can't suss her out, there's a good lad." Edmond nodded, and bowed with a smile to the LaVelle's and their new guest. "Right away, Uncle," he promised, and turned to disappear into the crowds, the russet of his coat disappearing surprisingly swiftly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 03:51:09</strong>
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				His cheeks reddened as he quickly brought the glass to his lips, taking a long slow draw of his drink. It was rather embarrassing to have the answer seem so obvious. When the explanation was complete he nodded softly and gave an embarrassed but polite smile. "Yes of course. A silly question, my apologies. For my part, I'm starting to realize I should have taken you up on your offer to have a more private discussion."<br><br>He looks out to the crowd to see if Edmond might have found his cousin, but it had only been a few moments so it was unlikely he could have. "I feel as though I may have interrupted before. And it seems that anything else we might have to say on our current subject are best left for the calling day. As such, please continue with whatever conversation you were engaged in. I wouldn't want to impose any more then I already have."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Scott)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 16:47:13</strong>
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				Edmond had disappeared completely into the crowd; here and there one could see flashes of the LaVelle red, but people moved too thickly to determine if it was he, or if he had found his cousin yet. Truly, the ball was massive, and they'd trusted Miranda to let her loose in the crowd - in part protected by the fact that she did NOT wear the family colors, and therefore would probably be free of the slings and arrows of cruel Murneau tongues, tonight at least.<br><br>"It was nothing of overt import," Lord LaVelle assured him smoothly; it may or may not have been the truth, but as he declared it so, it seemed to be a quiet signal for the family to sunder from their large clutch, breaking down into smaller groups. Some lingered nearby, and others drifted off into the party in twos and threes, leaving the Lord and Lady mostly alone with the would-be suitor and one other woman, who moved to a seat closer to Lady LaVelle and immediately engaged her in quiet, intense-sounding conversation about the outfits of everyone in eyesight, one by one.<br><br>"So," Lord LaVelle came to stand beside Lawrence, gauging him thoughtfully. "Tell me more about your family while we wait..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Scott)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 18:45:33</strong>
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				Lawrence smiled as pleasantly as he could manage. An unexpected nervousness washed over him from talking alone with the father of the woman he fancied so much. He sipped again from his drink before answering, buying a bit of time to clear his thoughts. <br><br>"My family is, I'm sure as you know, no where near as prestigious as yours sir, though I'm honered to bare their name. My father was Baron Chester, he oversaw some land in the south of the kingdom, he died a number of years ago. My mother still occupies the family home, along with my brother and his wife, who by birthrite took over the Barony.<br><br>Lawrence tried to gauge by the Lord's face his thoughts on a young man who held no title, possibly entering into a courtship with his daughter, but was unable to read his reactions. He guessed the lord's stoic demeanor was a characteristic of true nobility, but with all Lawrence had experienced over the last few minutes with even asking Lord and Lady LaVelle's permission to court Miranda, was finding it difficult to maintain his composure.&nbsp; <br><br>"The La Corsa del Palio is soon Lord LaVelle, have you chosen a steed as a favorite for victory?" he asked, trying to turn the conversation away from any of his possible shortcomings that may be running through the Lord's mind. "The race should be an interesting one this year".&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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