The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)
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				Title: <strong>The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 22:37:04</strong>
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				To begin the tale properly, best beloved, we must first consider a somewhat proper spinster with the dignified name of Miss Victoria Anne Popinjay (Victoria for Her Imperial Majesty, of course, and Anne for her own mother now these many years departed).&nbsp; She was her parent's only child, their greatest treasure, and regrettably at the mercy of distant relations to whom the arrangement of the family fortunes had fallen after her sire's unfortunate illness.&nbsp; She was tall for a woman, with silky dark hair that if let loose would cascade nearly to her knees, and flashing green eyes that offset her dark complexion nicely.&nbsp; Her beauty, for she was comely enough, was unfashionably exotic...for Lord Popinjay had grown enamored of a young Spanish noblewoman while visiting Cordoba and brought her to wife, and their daughter was so perfectly a blend of their best traits that none could say that she was not his.&nbsp; Yet his reputation had been marred by this youthful indiscretion (as some saw it) and that in turn passed to his daughter.&nbsp; As proper as she might be, as perfectly <em>comme il faut</em> as she acted, her suitors were few and far between.&nbsp; She was hardly snubbed, of course, but there was always that extra distance.<br><br>What curious whim brought her to a small country manor called The Brambles by the proud owners, she could not say--the owner, one Lord Neville-Stout, was husband to an old friend of hers, and the invitation had almost certainly at Lady Cecilly Neville-Stout's request.&nbsp; Perhaps Lady Cecilly thought to provide an old friend company?&nbsp; And perhaps the elderly Brigadier, recently returned from duties in India, touring the manor gardens beside her, was meant to be more than a mere chaperone.&nbsp; It would be so like Cecilly to intervene, that she knew!&nbsp; The woman was a joy, but also an irrepressible matchmaker who saw Miss Popinjay as a personal challenge.<br><br>The hearty old fellow with his thinning hair and walrus mustache had not blinked an eye when the hostess suggested he accompany Lady Victoria on her post-meal tour of the garden, but kept a respectful distance as they paced.&nbsp; Finally, well out of earshot of the patio, he glanced at her.<br><br>"Friend of yours, is she?&nbsp; Our hostess, I mean."&nbsp; He gave a dry little chuckle.&nbsp; "She's described you in glowing terms at every opportunity since I arrived, did you know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 22:53:44</strong>
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				Victoria, or rather Tori as she preferred to be called, smiled up at the dear General.&nbsp; "Yes, Cece's a lamb.&nbsp; We have been quite dear friends since we were in lead strings I am happy to say."&nbsp; Her smile thought wide, didn't quite meet her eyes.&nbsp; There was a sadness about the woman.&nbsp; If one looked closely enough, they could see it in the curve of her shoulder, the bend of her back, even the tilt of her neck.&nbsp; Of course, she tried to hide it, yet, for all that it was there.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I am glad she thinks so fondly of me.&nbsp; She has been a rock since Pa pa...Well, since his passing."&nbsp; Stopping, she turned to face the much older man, holding her lace handkerchief to the side of her forehead she asked, "General, would you be a darling and fetch me a glass of water, I am feeling a bit unwell at the moment."&nbsp; Motioning to the stone filigree bench a few steps away she added, "I will sit just there and not move until you come back, I promise."&nbsp; She opened her eyes wide as she asked, and nodded her head a bit to show her sincerity.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 23:01:37</strong>
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				He snorted softly at her, shaking his head as she sat.<br><br>"She's trying to encourage my suit, is what," he chuckled.&nbsp; "Or ought I say, encouraging me to consider a suit?&nbsp; Now I ask you, what young lady with any sense would want to go off with an old warhorse like me?&nbsp; Since you ask, I'll fetch that water for you and leave you to your thoughts for now, and then we can concoct some tale to keep her satisfied enough.&nbsp; Rather like foxing a pack of Pathans, what?"<br><br>Still chuckling to himself, he returned to the house (leaving her under the discrete eye of one of the Neville-Stout's gardeners, who dared not approach too close).<br><br>Up in the sky, Lady Victoria caught a flash out of the corner of her eye, like lightning but more of a green color.&nbsp; Whatever it was, it was some distance away.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 00:01:08</strong>
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				"Oh General, you are a true darling."&nbsp; She called out to him softly.&nbsp; And anyone, I am sure would tender feelings for you, it's just that well," she paused to look down at the knotted mess she had twisted her handkerchief into, "Well, you see, there was this young man."&nbsp; Though she was smiling as she spoke, her voice began to thicken and the green of her eyes turn to jade with un-shed tears.&nbsp; "Oh, I am being silly."&nbsp; It's more of a torch you see.&nbsp; He's made his choice, but I can't seem to convince the ones who love me that I am very happy as I am now."<br>&nbsp;<br>She nodded, "Yes it is, truly.&nbsp; she chuckled at his comparison.&nbsp; "Thank you General."<br>&nbsp;<br>She settled, and took deep breaths to calm herself.&nbsp; The night air was really lovely, smelling of tea roses and other flowers that Tori couldn't name.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>A glint in the sky caught her eye.&nbsp; She almost closed her eyes to make a wish.&nbsp; Almost. Frowning, she stood and looked again.&nbsp; 'What <em><strong>is</strong></em> that?' She mused as she stood and walked toward the speck which grew larger and larger as she began to move faster and faster.<br>&nbsp;<br>Soon, she was lifting her skirts and flashing a bit of blue stocking under her white flounces, she fairly flew across the well groomed lawn only to shrink back behind a huge Hydrangea bush.<br>&nbsp;<br>The light and heat staggered her.&nbsp; Parting the branches, she peered through.&nbsp; "Oh my."&nbsp; Was all she could say for a full minute.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 01:37:33</strong>
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				The distant flash of light slowly resolved itself into an airship, slowly coming closer!&nbsp; Peering through the bush, getting a better view across the rolling fields of the estate, she could see that it was on fire as well!&nbsp; And worse, parts were falling off of it, as if some grave disaster had befallen it!&nbsp; The scene was curiously placid, for whatever sound there was did not carry so far as The Bramble, and the lurid glow of the flames gave the oncoming wreck an eerie and horrible beauty.<br><br>Behind her, the gardener cried out when at last he noticed the approaching doom and fled into the house, giving an alarm.<br><br>Closer and closer the doomed airship came: the gondola aflame and crumbling!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 01:42:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;She stood for a moment spellbound,"How dreadfully lovely."&nbsp; She said.&nbsp; Then looked around to see who might have heard, well stood until the earth seemed to object and threw her to the ground behind that clever bush.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"Wha?"&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>There was literally quite the most tremendous cacophony.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Tori ruined her&nbsp; best hat by trying to bring the rim about and squashing it into her ears.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 01:54:17</strong>
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				At the last moment she realized that the gasbag would miss the manor house...but the gondola shattered just as the airship neared the gardens, and even as manservants and guests hastened out of the house, chunks of the vessel rained to earth bringing fear and destruction in their wake!&nbsp; She felt a breeze on the back of her neck and found, when she looked up, that a large section of the nose had crashed to earth mere feet from where she lay!<br><br>All around, cries of pain and alarm reached her ears as the others sought to put out the fires that sprang up wherever burning debris met the gardens.&nbsp; The gasbag, free of the gondola, sprang gracelessly up and over the manor only to crash on the far side with a soft thump and the hiss of escaping gas.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finally, Lord Neville-Stout himself, accompanied by the Brigadier, rushed around the corner and nearly stumbled over her.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Thank goodness!"&nbsp; Lord Neville-Stout, a chinless, balding, somewhat pasty little bureaucrat, seemed to have come to life in the emergency, his eyes alight with an energy and resolve that had not been there earlier that evening.&nbsp; Beside him, the Brigadier sagged with relief.<br><br>"It's a good thing you moved," he said firmly.&nbsp; "That bench caught an engine.&nbsp; Here."&nbsp; He reached out to help her to her feet, even as Lord Neville Stout peered into the gondola.&nbsp; Almost at once, he pulled back to regard her thoughtfully.<br><br>"Brigadier?&nbsp; I do believe Lady Victoria will be needed."<br><br>"Are you certain?"<br><br>"Oh, indeed.&nbsp; She's certainly qualified for the task at hand."&nbsp; He smiled tightly at her.&nbsp; "Are you able to stand, milady?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 02:11:01</strong>
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				Tori blinked, then blinked again.&nbsp; No!... well really rather yes.&nbsp; She nodded her head where she lay.&nbsp; There <em>was an </em>aircontraption thingambob, crashed in Cece's gardens.&nbsp; How dreadfully awful.&nbsp; Oh and, what had she felt,&nbsp; She brought her left arm about so that she could feel the back of her slender neck with the tips of her fingers.&nbsp; "Still here." She pursed her lips and frowned.&nbsp; Looking down she noticed that the grown was darker that it ought to be.&nbsp; What is that shadow over her own?&nbsp; Her eyes traveled up.&nbsp; "Well, that would have hurt."&nbsp; She gulped seeing the nose had crashed just a few feet from where she lay.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Oh Lord neville-Stout"&nbsp; She shouted as she wiggled her hand, "You've got an aircontraption stuck to the manor!"&nbsp; Smiling, she said a bit overloud to the General, "Thank you sir for the help rising."&nbsp; She could see their lips moving, so they had to be saying something.&nbsp; Apparently they needed her to go with them.&nbsp; Nodding, she allowed them to trundle her off towards the basket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 02:32:25</strong>
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				Lord Neville-Stout stood out of her way, giving her access while also quietly shielding the view from anyone else.<br><br>"Brigadier, would you be so kind as to go ask my lady wife for a blanket or something?&nbsp; We've an additional guest."<br><br>Inside the gondola, Lady Victoria found an unusual sight: there, curled into a fetal ball, was a scandalously unclad girl, her clothes clearly having been torn and burned in the accident which brought her to ground here.&nbsp; Yet there was no sign of a corset beneath the torn cloth.&nbsp; Her hair, which was as long as Victoria's, was silvery-white and pale gray.&nbsp; She herself was pale, skin the color of alabaster, and her face...<br><br>With a start, Victoria realized that this was no human girl!&nbsp; Her face seemed almost feline in feature, her ears long and rabbit-like, easy to miss along with her long hair.&nbsp; Instead of skin, the poor creature had fur.&nbsp; Aside from the few remaining scraps of clothing remaining on her form, she also wore a pouch around her neck, old and well-worn soft leather tightly bound with a white cord.&nbsp; Still, the girl's chest rose and fell slowly, so she was alive.&nbsp; Whoever she was.&nbsp; Whatever she was.<br><br>There were no other signs of any crew, living or otherwise, in this part of the airship.&nbsp; That was probably a small mercy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 17:20:57</strong>
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				Tori's heart leapt.&nbsp; "The poor thing.&nbsp; Lord Neville-Stout, lift me into the basked."&nbsp; Her voice brooked no arguements as she raised her arms for him to do as she commanded.&nbsp; Easily, he did so.&nbsp; "Turn please gentlemen."&nbsp; She didn't even wait to see if they obeyed; they would.&nbsp; Lifting her gown, she shimmied out of one of her underskirts, then another.&nbsp; She would be quite scandalessly underdressed, but that were things one needed to do in a crisis.&nbsp; Kneeling, she covered the girl with her peticoats.&nbsp; Giving her some warmth and cover.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>There were singe marks in the length of the girls hair, but nothing drastic.&nbsp; The fur on her face, fine and soft, was smudged with soot, but didn't appear to be harmed. Feeling for the girl's heartbeat, her pulse flittered with the wings of a humming bird.&nbsp; Before Tori could even think to stop her self, her hand was reaching out, stroking the softness, the fine down.&nbsp; "Poor Darling, you are so frightened."&nbsp; She lost her heart to the girl right then.&nbsp; Slipping her hand into the tiny pale one, she whispered, "Don't worry little Lambkin, Auntie Tori won't let anyone or anything hurt you.&nbsp; I promise"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 17:27:21</strong>
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				Soon, the Brigadier returned with a blanket, which he handed into the ruined compartment, keeping his face turned carefully away so as not to intrude unduly.<br><br>"We'll have a room made up for her," she could hear Lord Neville-Stout saying outside.&nbsp; "A pity about those other poor devils.&nbsp; How many were there?"<br><br>"About a dozen, milord," the gardener answered him.&nbsp; "By the looks of it, they'd not have known what happened.&nbsp; Small mercies, what?"<br><br>"Small mercies indeed.&nbsp; And we're fortunate they were using hot air instead of that confounded hydrogen!"<br><br>After another few minutes, Cecilly peered in around the side. bearing another blanket in her arms.<br><br>"Ah, there you are!&nbsp; And a fine thing you've done.&nbsp; How is she, the poor dear?"&nbsp; She gave the girl a cursory examination, frowning as she did so.&nbsp; "Oh, my!&nbsp; Not quite what I expected in a sudden houseguest, but there we are!&nbsp; Shall we take her inside?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 06:30:11</strong>
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				"She might not be, but she's, well I am keeping her Cece.&nbsp; At least until we can find out to whom she belongs."&nbsp; Tori lifted her skirts and followed along as the carried the girl to a room.&nbsp; She let go of Lamkin's (for that was what she decided to call the girl for now hand, but only long enough to quickly fold the blankets back as she was lain upon the bed and just ask quickly flip them over her again.<br>&nbsp;<br>She tucked her hand back into the still white one.&nbsp; "Brandy," She called to the maid. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Yes mum?"<br>&nbsp;<br>"Bring me one of your nightgowns, please.&nbsp; I will compensate you dear."<br>&nbsp;<br>"Yes mum." The girl flew to do the Lady's bidding.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Who is she?"&nbsp; &nbsp;She asked Cece a few minutes later after they had chased everyone from the room and clothed the girl.&nbsp; She dabbed at the girl's face, washing the soot from the fine hairs.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 14:48:30</strong>
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				The girl slept for a while, stirring only a little as she was dressed and and washed--her form was slender, and only recently come into womanhood if Victoria's guess was accurate.&nbsp; She was a curious sort of creature, that was certain.<br><br>Just as Victoria finished her ministrations, she found that the girl had awakened silently and with no sign of coming up from her slumber--no change in breathing, no further stirring gave warning before her eyes opened, peculiar lavender and silver orbs with cat-like pupils focusing on Victoria's face.&nbsp; The girl turned to regard the room for a moment, then studied her unexpected companion in silence.<br><br>She seemed to be waiting for something, but content to remain still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 15:12:15</strong>
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				Tori reached out her hand.&nbsp; She moved in easy slow motions.&nbsp; Her face was warm and she smiled at the girl.&nbsp; What lovely odd eyes.&nbsp; "It's OK dearest."&nbsp; She leaned in, still holding her head.&nbsp; "Can you tell me your name Lambkin?&nbsp; Or what's happened?"&nbsp; She petted the girl's hair.&nbsp; Her own green eyes, the color of the pines in the late spring, a dark moss green,&nbsp; held all the compassion she felt for the youngling.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She rang the bedside bell.&nbsp; "Brandy, please bring some broth from cook."&nbsp; She asked as the maid slipped in.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Tori slipped her hand under the girls pillow and pulled out the pouch she had been wearing, placing it beside the girl.&nbsp; "I kept this safe for you."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 15:53:41</strong>
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				The girl continued to eye her cautiously, not speaking...until Victoria brought the pouch into view!&nbsp; For a split second, those exotic eyes hardened and narrowed with predatory swiftness.&nbsp; Then, as Victoria set the pouch down again, the girl's entire being seemed to soften a little.&nbsp; Still she did not speak until the maid had left the room.<br><br>"Thank you," she murmured, her accent unfamiliar and shot through with a curious, underlying thrumming, the sounds strangely formed yet still recognizable.&nbsp; Her voice was soft and halting, as though she had to think every word over carefully before committing to speech.&nbsp; "It is very important to me.&nbsp; Where am I, please?"<br><br>After another moment's thought, she tilted her head and one corner of her mouth quirked up.<br><br>"Or ought I ask 'when am I' as well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 16:05:54</strong>
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				Victoria saw something in the girls eyes.&nbsp; Whatever it was, she shivered a bit then rose to cross the room and lock the door.&nbsp; Returning she sat and took up the girls hand again.<br>&nbsp;<br>"You are welcome.&nbsp; It's good to see you awake Lambkin.&nbsp; You gave us an awful fright.&nbsp; You are on the planet Earth, in the Country of&nbsp; England, Heffershire County, not far outside London."&nbsp; Tori tilted her head first one way then the other.&nbsp; "You my dear are not from this world."&nbsp; She stated it simply.&nbsp; Tori wasn't frightened.&nbsp; She had no cause to be after all. "I am the Viscountess Lynd, but you may call me Aunt Tori." She looked the girl square in the eye.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Now, your name please."&nbsp; She ordered, though the order was couched in a soft smile, the girl would know it for what it was.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><br>Turning Tori lifted the warmed mug of broth up to the girls lips.&nbsp; "Drink."<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 16:19:59</strong>
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				For a moment, the furry girl gave her a most insolent look, as if conveying wordlessly the simple concept that she was only too well aware that she was from somewhere else, but as she had earlier, the expression passed swiftly.<br><br>"Terra, but <em>not</em> Terra.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; I am indeed far from home.&nbsp; Perhaps too far."<br><br>She accepted the mug, sniffed at the contents, then drank eagerly.&nbsp; Only then, handing the mug back, did she give Victoria an answer.<br><br>"I am called Isamu.&nbsp; The proper form of address for your rank is...Your Grace, I believe?&nbsp; Your name is close to my..."<br><br>Now her face screwed up in thought, making her look both cute and a bit peculiar.&nbsp; Then she gave another quirky half-smile, signalling that she had come to a decision on some matter of grave internal importance.<br><br>"Grandmother would do.&nbsp; Yes, your name is close to my grandmother's name, yet not quite identical.&nbsp; I shall do my best not to entangle the two inappropriately, as you are clearly not she."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 16:38:25</strong>
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				Tori, really quite taken with the kit, pursed her lips the girls insolent look, though it was quickly smoothed away when she said she might be too far from home.<br>&nbsp;<br>She grinned, "Well not quite a Your Grace.&nbsp; Lady would be the title.&nbsp; However, I would prefer you call me Aunt Tori.&nbsp; It's ever so much nicer."&nbsp; Though, I won't insist."&nbsp; The awake girl seemed much less fragile, though no less alone than the sleeping one.&nbsp; Still, a heart won was not easily lost.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Quite right I am not your Grandmother."&nbsp; Her tone was softly acerbic, then she laughed, a happy if rusty sound.&nbsp; "I am not even old enough to be your mother Lambkin."&nbsp; &nbsp;She fussed a bit with the blankets.&nbsp; "Would you like something more to eat or drink?"<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 16:42:51</strong>
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				"I am permitted informality?&nbsp; Your generosity is...surprising, but most welcome."<br><br>She pulled the blankets away from her slender body, looked down at herself, and frowned again.<br><br>"Ah.&nbsp; Most unfortunate.&nbsp; Well, nothing to be done about it.&nbsp; Might I have some clothing?&nbsp; A...do you know the word <em>kimono</em>?&nbsp; One of those, if you have it.&nbsp; Or a loose robe, if you do not.&nbsp; My clothes probably did not survive the event that brought me here."<br><br>Her voice, Victoria noted, carried the same subtle undertone of command that she herself had used, as if Isamu were used to giving instructions and having them followed.&nbsp; She had given no title, but was this because she had none?&nbsp; Or perhaps she felt that her titles would mean very little here?<br><br>Rising unsteadily to her feet, seemingly unconcerned about her current state of dress, the girl made for the window and peered through it at the lawns and shrubbery.<br><br>"A green and pleasant land, at least.&nbsp; That is something...airship wreckage notwithstanding.&nbsp; I do hope nobody on the ground was hurt by my arrival."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 20:23:16</strong>
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				'yes of course you are. Now don't be silly.&nbsp; You are not permitted to go about; you have had a terrible crash.&nbsp; Kimono's while lovely are not proper attire for a girl of your age here Lambkin."&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Tori stroked the girl's forehead, "I am afraid the only thing that survived your crash was you."&nbsp; Tori's eyes were soft as she broke the news.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Tori followed Isamu to the window.&nbsp; "England has it's darkness like all places."&nbsp; Then she smiled as she touched her shoulders, "Please return to bed. You need to rest some.&nbsp; No one here was injured, so you needent worry."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"There is an obvious difference between us." Tori grinned at Isamu.&nbsp; "Would you tell me a bit about yourself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 20:33:49</strong>
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				"I feel fine," Isamu replied, glancing down at herself.&nbsp; "Not entirely myself, at the moment, but otherwise fine.&nbsp; And what, pray tell, is wrong with a kimono?&nbsp; I am accustomed to them and it would be a great comfort to be clad in familiar fashion."<br><br>She turned to face Victoria when the woman touched her.<br><br>"There is not much to tell, or at least not so much that will make sense to you.&nbsp; But say what you wish to know, and I shall answer you as best I can.&nbsp; Else I may confuse you too much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 21:00:55</strong>
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				Tori looked at the girl again, she walked around her.&nbsp; This time she spoke and her voice was a bit more clipped, the command and tone was a bit more regal, "You overstep yourself child."&nbsp; She put emphasis on the word child.&nbsp; "Do not presume to speak down to me. I may not know of you or your kind, but that doesn't free you to speak down.&nbsp; Nor does the familarity I gave you."<br>&nbsp;<br>She stepped to ring the bell again when Brandy knocked, she opend the door a crack and spoke, "Brink me a dress suitable for a young lady of sixteen along with all the appropriates, also, see if you can find a Kimono.&nbsp; Send my man around to the Asian district to look."&nbsp; She thought a moment, "A tub of hot water, some soaps, and some different light scents as well please."&nbsp; Tapping her foot, she brought her finger to her lip, she added, "Have cook send up some tea, milk, and some various meats and cheese, fruits and vegitables."&nbsp; Smiling, she thanked Brandy.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Yes Mum."&nbsp; Brandy bobbed and was off.<br>&nbsp;<br>She softed a bit, but only a bit as she turned back to the girl, "Now, you said earlier you were of Terra but not of Terra.&nbsp; Did you mean Earth, but not of Earth?"&nbsp; The idea of a multiworld existance is not a new one dear child.&nbsp; In the Hindu Religion, the Puranas have a multiworld belief where each world is ruled by it's own diety.&nbsp; In the Arabian Tales, "A Thousand and One Arabian Nights" Scheherazade tells of Bulukiya who travels to a world like, but unlike his own.&nbsp; Scientist have theories,"&nbsp; Tori sat on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; "Come, sit let us talk.&nbsp; It isn't polite to patronize."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 21:12:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isamu's eyes flashed defiantly, her chin tilting up haughtily.<br><br>"Speak down to you?"<br><br>Her tone dropped to a chilly civility.<br><br>"If I merely recite the particulars of my world, you will not understand...nor should you!&nbsp; Your language is insufficient.&nbsp; My sire, who is in part of your stock, grapples with such problems constantly.&nbsp; How can I speak of my home to one who may be unable to grasp the full nature of the cosmos?"<br><br>She sat, but crossed her arms over her chest and frowned with consternation and thought.<br><br>"Let us begin with...mmmm...do you know what is meant by a light year?&nbsp; Have your scientists grasped that measure of distance?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:30:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria's head was swimming.&nbsp; Pressing her pointer fingers to her eyes, she took a deep breath and calmed herself.&nbsp; In a much more quiet and soft voice she began again, "Isame, snipping isn't what we need to do.&nbsp; Forgive me."<br>&nbsp;<br>Breathing out, she smiled, "I am familiar yes, with the theory of the speed of light."&nbsp; Tori, bluestocking that she was, adored the sciences, and while some things were a bit over her, she studied hard.&nbsp; She also secretly read all the science fiction she could lay her hands on.&nbsp; Jules Verne was her particular favorite.&nbsp; She devoured <span class="bbc_u">Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea,</span> when it came out.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:36:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isamu sighed and sagged a little, most of the fight leaving her as she realized how unpleasant she must have sounded to one who was merely trying to help.<br><br>"I cry your pardon.&nbsp; I am not normally so snippy, but I have had a trying arrival here.&nbsp; My world...my father's homeworld...lies some four thousand light years from here, spinward and coreward as the galaxy turns.&nbsp; And so I am indeed far from home.&nbsp; Nor am I here by choice, but the rascal responsible will never trouble anyone else again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 02:15:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tori tried to do some of the math, but it hurt her head.&nbsp; "Four thousand light... Oh but that."&nbsp; She shut her mouth hard.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>The girl did indeed speak oddly, but odd in that she sounded much more mature than Tori would have emagined a girl of sixteen ought.&nbsp; "Isamu, I am 27 years old.&nbsp; You speak as one who would be much older than the 16 you appear.&nbsp; Would you perhaps be older than I am assigning you?&nbsp; Most girls would not call someone a rascal unless they were older." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 02:23:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was more matured than this before," Isamu said, a hint of longing in her voice.&nbsp; "And I am not normally quite so furry."<br><br>She rose, crossing the room to regard her reflection in the mirror, heedless of her nudity.&nbsp; She turned this way and that, making appreciative noises.<br><br>"Overall, this is rather fetching.&nbsp; Or would be."<br><br>She turned her lavender-silver eyes back to Lady Victoria.<br><br>"I call him a 'rascal' because the proper words for one such as he would be far too shocking for any company."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 03:49:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tori nodded.&nbsp; "Yes, you sound... your words.. mature.&nbsp; Right then between us, I am Victoria, though my friends call me Tori, and I would hope that you would."&nbsp; She winced, though I am afraid around others you will have to choose between Lady Victoria or Auntie Tori."&nbsp; Then standing and brushing at emaginary nothings on her skirt, she added with a sigh, "That can not be helped.&nbsp; I also take by your tone that you are one used to command, So you either have some rank or some wealth, or both."<br>&nbsp;<br>She was interupted by a knock.&nbsp; She motioned the naked girl back to bed then crossed over to the door.&nbsp; "Ah, the tub, bring it in please," then seeing Brandy and others she motioned them all in.&nbsp; She directed the servents to place the food on the side table, the tub in the middle of the room and the towels on top of the foot locker at the bottom of the bed.&nbsp; "That will be all, I will help the young miss, you are all excused except Brandy.&nbsp; Brandy, bring me my night gown and robes.&nbsp; I will be sleeping here.&nbsp; Also, my brushes and toilette, please."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She waited the few moments for the girl to come back, then excused her for the night.&nbsp; "Please excuse me to everyone for the rest of the evening.&nbsp; Thank you that will be all unless I ring again, and do let the others know the young miss is fine."<br><br>"Yes miss."<br>&nbsp;<br>She checked through the clothes and sighed, "Ah, here is your kimono (http://dianepernet.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/26/wedding_kimono_19th_century.jpg).&nbsp; I am afraid I don't know much of dressing someone in one, so you will have to tell me how to help you.&nbsp; She held up the beautiful cloth looking at obi (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fN0SKlkS1s/SewmsgIrnuI/AAAAAAAAACk/jvJCdnrkJwY/s400/CIMG8892.JPG).&nbsp; "Would you like to simply slip your arms into it and eat while the water cools a bit, then we can see what we can do about dressing you?"<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 03:54:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isamu tilted her head to one side.<br><br>"Aunt?&nbsp; I suppose that shall do."&nbsp; She gave Victoria a funny little smirk, left unexplained.&nbsp; "As you say, I am of rank...not that my titles would mean very much on your world."<br><br>She retreated to the bed when the servants returned and remained modestly covered while they were present, eyeing the kimono appreciatively.<br><br>"Ah!&nbsp; Yes, that will do nicely!&nbsp; I thank you...mmm, yes.&nbsp; That will do very nicely.&nbsp; Your offer is most kind, and I shall need some help, but it will be simple enough."&nbsp; She nodded to herself.&nbsp; "Food...food first, then a bath.&nbsp; And then...does your manse contain a training hall?&nbsp; I should not wish to let my skills atrophy while I am here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 23:19:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tori only raised her eyebrows at the girls confirmation of rank."&nbsp; She is a mystery this one.&nbsp; "Alright then."&nbsp; She sighed, "I shall call you Lady Isamu, it gives you some rank here and well, you do at least deserve that much.&nbsp; Though I do caution you, you do appear a child no matter your rank, others might not be so forgiving.&nbsp; You will find many stuffed shirts in England.&nbsp; And here, though we have a Queen on the throne, it's most definitely a man's world."&nbsp; She explained, not wanting Isamu to be hurt or bothered. <br>&nbsp;<br>"A.. training hall.."&nbsp; Tori gave Isamu a puzzled look.&nbsp; "Oh my dear.&nbsp; I did wonder at you shape.&nbsp; Must more defined muscles."&nbsp; She tapped her nose again.&nbsp; "I am afraid not, not here.&nbsp; But this isn't my Manse either.&nbsp; I live in a much smaller home really, but still quite nice.&nbsp; Though I don't have, an, erm.. training hall, per say, I am sure we could work something out in one of the closed rooms."&nbsp; Tori began removing her gown and preparing herself for bed.&nbsp; She couldn't wait to let her hair down from the confining pins and clips.&nbsp; Releasing the long mass of chocolate silk to fall down her back, she sighed, "That feels so much nicer.&nbsp; Now, it's rather late, I suggest we sleep, then have an early start out tomorrow for my home.&nbsp; It's a three hour ride by carrage, not over long, but long enough."&nbsp; If you know how to ride horses, we can ride along side the carrage rather than in.&nbsp; That will give you some exercise at least."<br>&nbsp;<br>"What say you to that?"&nbsp; Tori smiled and crossed over to the food, popping an olive in her mouth, she put a slice of ham and some vegetables on her plate.&nbsp; She hadn't eaten much at dinner, and suddenly found herself hungry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 06:47:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Compared to Father's people?&nbsp; I have some experience twitting stuffed shirts.&nbsp; Yet I understand your caution for what it is, and shall not with malice or intent wear out my welcome."<br><br>One corner of Isamu's mouth quirked up for a moment.<br><br>"You are...offering me hospitality?"&nbsp; She tilted her head to one side, watching Lady Victoria intently.&nbsp; Then she nodded, almost managing a smile.&nbsp; "I accept.&nbsp; And if you can provide a training hall as well, then I shall accept with happiness.&nbsp; Her Imperial Highness would be quite cross with me if I did not heed her instructions to remain in practice."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 18:45:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The next day came quickly.&nbsp; With the help of Brandy, Esamu was dressed in a demure grey traveling outfit, minus the corset, but she really didn't need one, and a black veiled hat.&nbsp; Tori donned a similar outfit, with corset, and the two mounted matched bays for the journey to Fairfax Manor (http://www.westchestermagazine.com/Media/News/Chymney1_0.jpg), Victoria's home in Devonshire.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>The trip was, thankfully uneventful, and the ride a nice stretch.&nbsp; "Ah, here we are.&nbsp; It's not large, I know, but it is home."&nbsp; Tori beamed as she took in her small manor.&nbsp; "There are only twelve rooms, five of which are sleeping rooms, but..."&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; "It is more than enought."<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 18:50:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It will do," the girl admitted.&nbsp; She had spent part of the morning greeting (and thanking) those who had done their best to clean up after the wreckage, flirted demurely with the Brigadier, and generally made an impression upon her former hosts.&nbsp; Then she had joined Lady Victoria without complaint, which as near as the older woman could tell was meant in part as thanks for the lack of a corset.<br><br>Now, as she eyed Fairfax Manor, the girl frowned.<br><br>"Perhaps I ought to practice in the gardens instead, but that would scandalize your neighbors...yes?&nbsp; I cannot fight in anything proper."&nbsp; She made a face.&nbsp; "My masters would both be alarmed at that.&nbsp; Never wear anything you cannot fight in, they always told me.&nbsp; But I get the impression that the women of your <em>buke</em>...your warrior class, they do not fight?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 22:23:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You could use the center of the maze.&nbsp; No one could see in there, and it's in the back of the Estate."&nbsp; Tori explained.&nbsp; "And no, women do not fight in our society... or rather, not with conventional weapons."&nbsp; She smiled softly, holding a secret behind her eyes.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Oh, do though wear at least your kimono to the middle of the maze.&nbsp; I don't want the servents to talk."&nbsp; She asked.&nbsp; "They are a good lot, but we both can admit you are a rare sight."&nbsp; The Victorian woman grinned at her new friend.&nbsp; "Come, lets change and I will show you the secret of the maze."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 22:31:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Strange, to insist that half your population must be forever subservient..."&nbsp; Isamu shook her head.&nbsp; "Either that, or yours are a trusting people who do not fear unlawful intrusion upon your dependents."<br><br>She stretched lazily as she alighted from the carriage.<br><br>"Lead, then, and I shall follow.&nbsp; With luck I shall not prune your shrubbery overmuch!&nbsp; Although there is not much I can do without a blade in hand.&nbsp; Your family would not have a handy staff or spear I could borrow, would they?"<br><br>She followed Victoria to her room, then changed her clothing efficiently.&nbsp; When she emerged, there was something a little different about the way she'd settled the kimono, but Lady Victoria couldn't quite figure out what the change might be.&nbsp; It seemed to impede the young woman's movements a little less, now, but looked the same otherwise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 05:21:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tori just looked at the young woman with her.&nbsp; "spear you say?&nbsp; I think I could scare one up."&nbsp; She trudged over to the family relic, an old silver suit of armor and removed the staff.&nbsp; "Would this do?"&nbsp; She held up the object for Esimu to peruse.<br>&nbsp;<br>Then led the way for the kimono clad woman to follow her through the circular maze in the back of her tiny manse.<br>&nbsp;<br>"It's circle to your left by three skip to the right by me, circle to your right by four, hop on top, once more, round the bend go high, under the roses nigh, push through the gated door, twice to the left for sure, come to the pond you'll see, a reflection of the key in me.&nbsp; She repeated the chant as he made her way through the maze.&nbsp; They went around, making three lefts, then skipping at the statue of herself, they started&nbsp; a series of four rights until they came to a series of different sized hedge.&nbsp; She hopped on top of the highest one, then followed it around the bend to the rose trellis that she ducked under which came to a gated door.&nbsp; Pushing open the gated door, she went twice to the left and they came to a shallow pond and another statue of her as a girl.&nbsp; The pond held a reflection of the statue from which one could see that there was a key hidden in the statue's hat.&nbsp; Tori grabbed the key and unlocked another gate.&nbsp; Pushing it open, there was a huge opening with benching and a water fountain.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Here you are.&nbsp; Mind if I watch for awhile?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 05:53:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That will do nicely.&nbsp; I thank you."<br><br>Isamu followed silently, her only expression at the complexity of the maze a raised eyebrow...but then they reached the center.<br><br>"This...this will also do very nicely.&nbsp; It is private enough.&nbsp; And I do not mind an audience, but I may seem to ignore you for a time."<br><br>Shrugging out of the kimono, exposing the brief under-robe she had managed to scrounge up somewhere, she fell into a stance that seemed sloppy and overly relaxed, even to Victoria's inexpert eye.&nbsp; Then, at some private signal, the girl launched herself into a fast, graceful dance that incorporated some vigorous spear-work!&nbsp; For an eternal fifteen, twenty minutes, she kept up the pattern: weave, duck, thrust...<br><br>Thus Lady Victoria caught another glimpse of the gulf between her world and one from whence this strange girl had come.&nbsp; This in turn set the stage for their relationship: the girl was by turns stubborn, withdrawn, and exasperating, and yet willing to follow rules she deemed reasonable.&nbsp; More, whenever Lady Victoria took the time to explain the rationale behind a given rule, Isamu seemed to give the matter more thought before deciding whether to abide or ignore them.&nbsp; Table manners, for example, were something to which the girl adhered rigorously.&nbsp; Holding her tongue when her opinions ran contrary to popular wisdom was a chancier matter, especially if her sex or relative youth was the reason given for the necessity of restraint.<br><br>She would not attend Church with Lady Victoria, but one afternoon Victoria caught her borrowing the two queens from a chess set and wandering into the garden to conduct some small and private ritual.<br><br>She refused to wear a corset, although she would submit to wearing something other than the kimono when going out.<br><br>She read voluminiously, with a particular interest in history.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 16:43:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tori tried to feed into Esamu's habits and placed history books within her reach.&nbsp; She had her man acquire more books on science and updated histories.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Often, the two would have discussions regarding women's role in society.&nbsp; Tori would get exacerbated.&nbsp; It was difficult to convince Esamu that she wasn't for the way government treated women, but still had to live in that society.<br>&nbsp;<br>The relative quiet of Tori's home suited the two and for all their little disagreements, they found that they suited each other.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 17:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isamu's frustrations, Victoria found, were rooted in the assumption that women, by nature, were inferior...and in this gave some hints as to her own people's way of life.&nbsp; She seemed to find it unthinkable that a land with a queen regnant should still be so blind as to the capacity of the fairer sex to rule, to think, to handle business.&nbsp; Yet for all that, she avoided criticizing her hostess directly for not doing more or for not personally overthrowing the whole.<br><br>As to Queen Victoria, Isamu expressed both respect and a surprising amount of sympathy.&nbsp; The latter seemed to focus mostly on the Queen's status as widow.<br><br>The same topic brought a strange statement out of the girl one morning as Lady Victoria was recounting some details of the Royal Family over breakfast.<br><br>"A pity, truly.&nbsp; If anything happened to Father, Mother's sister-spouses would surely be of great comfort to her, as she would for them.&nbsp; Yet your Queen must bear her burden in silent dignity!"&nbsp; She frowed at her own lapse, having apparently intended to avoid the subject of matrimonial customs entirely.&nbsp; Then, as if deciding that the die was cast, she continued in her usual blunt fashion.<br><br>"<em>You</em> remain unwed entirely," she pointed out to Lady Victoria.&nbsp; "Is this not unusual for your people?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 23:02:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tori's eyebrows rose at the woman's blunt question.&nbsp; "I, I have not been asked."&nbsp; Tori pulled her self The pain she was trying to hide was none the less evident in her voice and the stiffness in her back.&nbsp; "Well, not by the one whom I would have."<br>&nbsp;<br>She studied the gir/woman.&nbsp; "Sister wives?"&nbsp; She tilted her head, frowning.&nbsp; "What do you mean?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 23:54:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Victoria mentioned that she had not been asked, Isamu looked sympathetic for a flickering, fleeting moment...but then, as if sensing that the topic was sensitive, she schooled her face back to casual indifference.<br><br>"Is that not the right term?&nbsp; Father has six wives, and they refer to each other as sisters...as the word would be rendered.&nbsp; It is not quite the same word that means a blood-sister, but...mmmmm.&nbsp; Too few words!&nbsp; Your people are monogamous, so of course there is no need..."<br><br>She shrugged.<br><br>"We have far more women than men.&nbsp; Your ways would not work for us.&nbsp; Nor would ours work here.&nbsp; Still!&nbsp; Think of all the trouble that could be avoided!&nbsp; One could marry for business or power and love both, without having to hide quite so much.&nbsp; Would that not be fine?"<br><br>She smiled at Victoria, the expression seeming a little shyer than usual.<br><br>"I have no suitors, either, back home," she blurted out.&nbsp; "Father does not approve of arrangements as a matter of principle.&nbsp; We are given our freedom..."<br><br>She sounded less happy about this than might be expected.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 04:18:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tori was thoughtful as Esamu spoke.&nbsp; There were many more women on&nbsp; her world so men took more than one wife?&nbsp; She wondered at that.&nbsp; It could be horribly difficult, or wonderful.&nbsp; "How many ... sister wives would a man have?"&nbsp; She asked, softly... her eyebrows raised.&nbsp; "I mean, don't the other wives get jealous.&nbsp; It seems terribly difficult."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>In a much softer voice he added, "Though, it could be wonderful too as well, I imagine." Maybe then she would have had a chance with Edward.&nbsp; She had a small fortune.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"I never was asked for,well at least by the man I wanted you see, "She stopped for a moment, struggling to explain, "There are different things that men here look for in a bride.&nbsp; Or, their parent's look for."&nbsp; She added with a twist of her lips.&nbsp; "Edward was a young man of whom&nbsp; I was fond."&nbsp; She stood and walked to look out the window facing the gardens.&nbsp; "I believe he was fond of me as well.&nbsp; His parent's disapproved.&nbsp; While I had a small fortune, it wasn't large enough, and his title was lower then mind.&nbsp; So my parent's disapproved.&nbsp; Though they would have overlooked it."&nbsp; Pacing, she twisted the handkerchief in she held, "A young woman, newly introduced to society, not as titled but wealthier, and of the proper coloring, his parents chose her.&nbsp; Edward, well, Edward didn't argue for me."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Tori shrugged.&nbsp; "So that was that.&nbsp; I was seventeen and resolved that I would not marry.&nbsp; My father died a year later and mother a year after that.&nbsp; No one was left who could force me."&nbsp; Her voice was thick, yet she blinked and smiled. "Though that is enough of silly marriage talk.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"I have an idea, why don't we take a trip. Get out of this stuffy old manor and see something?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 17:03:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Normally, a full-grown and mature man will have between two and four wives in all.&nbsp; If two, they may be looking for a third...this is delicate and complicated, but jealousy is not common.&nbsp; Father has six, but in his defense the latter three were granted him by an Imperial fiat.&nbsp; The Emperor has a strange sense of humor, and Father owed him a favor.&nbsp; Thus was Father repaid."<br><br>She listened to Victoria explain about Edward, and unexpectedly reached out to lay a reassuring hand on the older woman's hand.<br><br>"I <span class="bbc_u">am</span> sorry to hear that," she said softly.&nbsp; Then, as Victoria changed the subject, she brightened up and withdrew her hand.&nbsp; "That would be lovely!&nbsp; Where shall we go?"<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 21:58:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tori thought for a moment.&nbsp; Then turned on her heal, her gown flairing out behind her.&nbsp; "I know."&nbsp; She clapped her hands excitedly.&nbsp; "We can go to London."&nbsp; Her face lit.&nbsp; "I have a small apartment there.&nbsp; We can go to the Opera, take in the races."&nbsp; She thought for a moment, "OH and most wonderful of all, go to some museums.&nbsp; I know you will love those.&nbsp; The British Museum of Natural History... I haven't been there for ages.&nbsp; It's simply amazing."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She began rushing around the room and mumbling to herself.&nbsp; Then stopped to look at Esamu, "Oh this will be such fun."<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 22:05:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isamu nodded agreement.<br><br>"That does sound like fun!&nbsp; I have never been much of a student of such matters, but I am learning so very much..."&nbsp; She tilted her head.&nbsp; "I will not cause too much of a stir, I hope?&nbsp; I <em>am</em> somewhat unusual."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 23:34:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tori eyed Esamu, "Nothing a large hat and a little netting cant cure!"&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Calling for her butler, she imediatly began to plan.&nbsp; Two days hence, they were in Tori's London apartment.&nbsp; By the Ton's standards, it was small.&nbsp; The seven room, first floor flat, was more than adequate for Tori.&nbsp; It had a kitchen, sitting room, formal living room, bath, three bedrooms and maids chambers.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"I have made reservations for us at Whitehalls."&nbsp; Tori looked around as she removed her gloves.&nbsp; "I am afraid you will of course have to dress like an a proper young English woman, but, we shall make it at an off time, and of course keep you secluded as you are in mourning."<br>&nbsp;<br>"Now, do you have any questions for me?"&nbsp; She sat next to Esamu.&nbsp; It was difficult at times to remember that the girl/woman was actually only&nbsp; slightly younger than she herself was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 23:43:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Corsets," Isamu sighed, finally nodding assent in spite of the clear distaste in her tone.&nbsp; "Well, if I must.&nbsp; I've done worse for less important reasons."<br><br>She considered the official explanation for her mourning garb.<br><br>"A clever stratagem!&nbsp; Whose passing shall it have been?"&nbsp; She tilted her head.&nbsp; "<em>Less</em> properly, if a young woman here feels the need for the close company of another young woman, where might she go to relieve that particular desire?"<br><br>It probably took Victoria a few moments to understand precisely what Isamu had asked: her circumlocutions and dry tone contrasted with her shy, somewhat mischievous smile.&nbsp; But there was no getting around the fact that this exotic young woman had just asked where she might find a feminine lover for herself!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 20:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tori thought a moment, "Well, we could say it's your Great Uncle Norbert on your Mother's side."&nbsp; She shrugged then laughed.&nbsp; "Who would prove us wrong?"&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Deep in thought about their impending travel plans, Tori quite missed the message behind Isamu's question, or rather the real question.&nbsp; "particular desire? hmm."&nbsp; She smiled in a vague sort of way at Isamue who just blinked back at her.&nbsp; Tori ran the sentence in slow motion through her head again.&nbsp; "Dear!"&nbsp; She exclaimed, "Oh dear, Oh dear!"&nbsp; She took her seat rather quickly.&nbsp; "You mean where a young woman can indulge in taking carnal delights with another young ... woman?"&nbsp; She gulped out the last of her question.<br>&nbsp;<br>Upon seeing Isamu's nod.&nbsp; She began to fan herself vigorously with the morning paper.&nbsp; "Erm. Well, OH they just don't prepair us for these sorts of things."&nbsp; A red stain traveled clear from Tori's toes to stain her chest, her cheeks, verily I say her very ears!&nbsp; "We, umm. we here in England, this England, do not provide for such entertainments as to young person's releving their... " Tori coughed slightly and brought her hand up to her throat. "Oh bother being shy, "It's just not done here.&nbsp; Women are to stay virgins until they are married.&nbsp; I'm sorry but thats the way of it."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Shrugging, she pushed herself up and with a nod said, "Now lets be packing then."<br>&nbsp;<br>She fussed with the lace covering Isamu's beautiful hair, finally pulling it closed over her face.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"Now, I know it's difficult, but try not to fuss too much with the lace.&nbsp; Oh, and you are quite thin enough to get away with using the least strict bindings.&nbsp; In that you are lucky."&nbsp; The two young women were riding in a non descript black carrage towards the museum of art that had so recently been opened.&nbsp; With just a point of her chin, Tori motioned toward another young woman walking not too far from the carriage in which they rode.&nbsp; "That poor girl there, she's in a whale bone corset.&nbsp; That's got to pinch."&nbsp; Tori winced as she spoke.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Ah, look the museum."&nbsp; It didn't take long before the two young women and their escort was swept inside.&nbsp; Wide eyed, Tori took in the pecularities. "Oh did you see that Isamu, what beautiful Greek vases!"&nbsp; Tori exclaimed as she made her way over to look at the delicate, lovely pottery.<br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 21:47:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isamu took Victoria's blushing and stammering in stride, as though she were used to such a response to delicate and personal questions, but the woman's answer...<br><br>"Typical," she grumbled, shaking her head.&nbsp; "Well, it isn't as though I've not had to manage without a partner before this.&nbsp; Next I suppose you'll tell me that it's only properly done for procreation, pleasure be hanged?"<br><br>After that rhetorical demonstration of her peculiarity, the girl turned with a will to packing for the trip without any further awkward, embarrassing, or personal questions.&nbsp; She spent the trip indulging in pleasantly light but empty chatter, and by the time they arrived at the Museum, Lady Victoria might even have entertained the notion that her strange ward had forgotten the matter.&nbsp; But then, when the woman in the whalebone corset was pointed out to her...<br><br>"Yes, I imagine it does.&nbsp; Pity.&nbsp; There's other things she'd probably love to have pinched."<br><br>Something in the young alien's tone hinted at a meaning quite unsuitable for ladylike conversation!&nbsp; As before, though, she did not follow it up with anything else, and quietly followed Victoria into the museum...<br><br>"Ah, yes.&nbsp; And the statues..."&nbsp; She bent to regard one vase closely, humming appreciatively.&nbsp; "I hear the poetry can be quite beautiful, but I never mastered Greek or Latin so must content myself with translations."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 19:03:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, the poetry is ... exquisite.&nbsp; Some a bit, bold.&nbsp; I am sure you have read the Ars Amatoria by Ovid? Though he was Roman."&nbsp; Her voice almost purred as she said it having lived through little remarks of the girls all day.&nbsp; Finally after a full day of little quips and inudendos, Tori pulled Isamu aside, "My dear, I can not change this society that I was born into.&nbsp; I am not entirely sure that I want to."&nbsp; She smiled, "Now that being said, I suggest you introduce yourself to you own hand, so that we might be able to have conversation that doesnt include your need to sexual gratification, hmmm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 19:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ovid, alas, I have not read.&nbsp; Father prefers Celestial works.&nbsp; I am well versed in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and adequately familiar with the Tale of Genji and the Dream of Red Mansions."<br><br>When Victoria pulled her aside, Isamu seemed to take it in stride.<br><br>"Why would you not seek to change it?&nbsp; Are you not devalued, through no fault of your own?&nbsp; Is that not unjust?"<br><br>For the moment, she seemed to ignore the suggestion about self-pleasuring...but she sagged a little, and shrugged.&nbsp; Her voice softened and saddened.<br><br>"You...you are right.&nbsp; I expect too much of you, to take up arms against a sea of opposition when I, too, coast along under curious privilege.&nbsp; It is an accident of birth that keeps me free of arrangements, not some bold declaration.&nbsp; I cry your pardon..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 00:52:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You...you are right.&nbsp; I expect too much of you, to take up arms against a sea of opposition when I, too, coast along under curious privilege.&nbsp; It is an accident of birth that keeps me free of arrangements, not some bold declaration.&nbsp; I cry your pardon..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>Tori softened, "Esamu, you assume much again.&nbsp; I have done what I could to fight."&nbsp; She paced a bit, "It is not common that I could get away without marrying even in this society."&nbsp; She smiled a somewhat bitter smile.&nbsp; "I do get tired of what you presume about me though just becase I choose not share it with you.&nbsp; How I, and others fight against the confines of women in our society are not things to be bandied about lightly nore to just anyone."<br><br>Tori straightened her shirtwaist then glided toward the museum's exit.&nbsp; "Tis time we left for dinner."&nbsp; She stopped and turned toward the younger woman, "If you would actually care to know what fights I do engage in, ask me again at dinner, and I will tell you." <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 00:57:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Certainly not the sort that Father and his first three wives used to have," she smiled.&nbsp; "They were...how do I put this?&nbsp; Mmm.&nbsp; Accustomed to battle."<br><br>She waved at one of the vases, one which showed a scene from the Iliad.<br><br>"Not quite in such fashion, but close enough.&nbsp; Father prefers to eschew weapons, but Aunt Shu is quite capable with the sword."<br><br>She followed along.<br><br>"Supper, then, and please take the question as having been asked, since I know not how to do so without risking further offense."<br><br>Outside, crossing the promenade, they found an unusual sight--one which gave Isamu cause to suck in her breath and put one hand over the pouch around her neck: people were fleeing through the streets, looking back in horror at a hovering silvery orb the size of a stagecoach!<br><br>"Behind me," Isamu hissed to Victoria as she wrestled with the bag.&nbsp; "And do not move!"<br><br>As the women looked, lightning shot from the orb to an unlucky bystander who had not fled fast enough!&nbsp; The man shrieked and jerked for a moment before falling prostrate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 07:45:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Outside, crossing the promenade, they found an unusual sight--one which gave Isamu cause to suck in her breath and put one hand over the pouch around her neck: people were fleeing through the streets, looking back in horror at a hovering silvery orb the size of a stagecoach!<br><br>"Behind me," Isamu hissed to Victoria as she wrestled with the bag.&nbsp; "And do not move!"<br><br>As the women looked, lightning shot from the orb to an unlucky bystander who had not fled fast enough!&nbsp; The man shrieked and jerked for a moment before falling prostrate.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>For once, Tori didn't argue, at least not overmuch.&nbsp; She did had seen the orb, and horror filled her and she hated to be afraid.&nbsp; She looked at her possessions, and thought.&nbsp; Her umbershoot had a metalic point and was quite sharp.&nbsp; It at least could be used as a weapon.&nbsp; She pulled it forth and held it steady. As he stepped behind and to the right of Isamu.&nbsp; She wouldn't hide behind her no.&nbsp; She would do what she could to help.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Frowning hard as the man fell prostrate, she took a deep breath, "We should run Isamu, find weapons."&nbsp; Her voice was a bit higher in pitch but steady.&nbsp; "If we are to battle, we have to arm ourselves."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 15:28:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isamu said something that made no sense, at first: perhaps it was a colloquialism from those pesky Colonials?&nbsp; Victoria finally understood that the girl meant something like 'I have taken care of that matter already'.&nbsp; But the sloppiness and slurring pronunciation nearly rendered her words into some other tongue.<br><br>From the girl's pouch sprang the curious crystals that had lain beside her when Victoria first pulled her from that airship wreck.&nbsp; Now, however, they glowed with an eerie light and took up loose orbits around the silvery haired lass.<br><br>"Get behind me, Auntie," she said again, eyes fixed on the nearing monstrosity.&nbsp; "My shield's not that big."<br><br>Lightning flashed out at them, the great orb seemingly taking notice of Isamu's presence.&nbsp; The first bolt fell short, carving a line in the paving stones.<br><br>"I do believe he wants to play," the girl muttered, raising one hand, palm out.&nbsp; "So much for my holiday!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 15:39:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tori's eyes grew huge and a small "meep." escaped her as he watched the orbs spin above Isamu's head then shoot back at the ship.&nbsp; And I was worried about weapons. She looked down at her little umbershoot still clutched firmly in her left hand.&nbsp; Sliding behind Isamu, she watched the skies from behind the girl, thinking to at least be able to warn her should anything come from that area.<br>&nbsp;<br>Good thing too, she thought.&nbsp; "Isamu dear, there's something coming... in the clouds, behind us."&nbsp; She watched, right hand covering her brow as her hat had been blown from her head and her hair began to let fly around her, whipping against her face, lashing at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 16:08:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isamu's response to the orb's lightning strike was impressive, to say the least: pointing her hand at it, palm facing it, she said something that by tone was almost certainly unladylike.&nbsp; Then there was a bright flash and a loud booming sound, as if from a cannon...and the orb folded in on itself like a punctured balloon as a bolt of energy shot straight from the girl's hand and impacted it dead on!<br><br>"<em>Sic semper imbecilii</em>," she said dryly...then turned to regard another such orb descending from the clouds.&nbsp; "Let's see, now.&nbsp; Who are you?"<br><br>She reached out and took Victoria's wrist.<br><br>"We should probably move.&nbsp; Or at least get you somewhere sheltered while I take out the rubbish."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 16:37:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria nodded, "Well, at least get us out of firing range."&nbsp; she agreed.&nbsp; I am not going to hide anywhere without you,.&nbsp; "If those"&nbsp; she motioned her hands in a circle above her head, then back at Tori's hands, "weapons of ours can field or force or whatever they do, then they will continue to do it with me at your back."&nbsp; She nodded once, firmly as if to say that was the end of that.<br>&nbsp;<br>She might be frightened but ....<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>She looked at the orb.&nbsp; It had to be from Isamu's home.&nbsp; "Who are they Isamu?&nbsp; Why are they looking for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 16:42:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not certain which of my many <em>admirers</em> sent these," the girl said, filling the word with considerable venom.&nbsp; "For all I know, they're looking for Mother.&nbsp; Or Father."<br><br>She led Victoria around the side of the museum, where a third orb was hovering!&nbsp; Spitting an scathing epithet, Isamu snapped up her palm and fired another blast, with similar results.&nbsp; Then, even before the orb was finished dying, she seized Victoria's wrist again.<br><br>"This, Aunt, is why I do not wear corsets.&nbsp; Can't run and fight in them, and in my family..."<br><br>She stopped in mid-stride.<br><br>"Run.&nbsp; I don't <em>have</em> to run, do I?&nbsp; Silly of me to forget."<br><br>She spun and seized Victoria around the waist.<br><br>"Try not to panic.&nbsp; I'm going up for a better view."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 03:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Panick I don't pan... " Tori began an arched reply only to find herself lifted off her feet and flying toward the sky.&nbsp; The scream started low in the back of her throat before she even realized she was screaming, a low long trilling sound escaped her.&nbsp; Clamping her mouth shut, she bit off the rest of the scream.&nbsp; She didn't want to prove herself a coward after all.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Forcing herself to relax in Esamu's arms, she gave into the thrill of the air all around her.&nbsp; The feeling of weightlessness was amazing and a giggle escaped her.&nbsp; A grin hovered over her lips for a moment before the brevity of the situation and a few shots directed at them brought her back to the present.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Anything I can do to help?"&nbsp; She shouted to the girl over the din of fire.&nbsp; She was chaffing at not being able to do something, anything rather than hang limp like a doll.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 03:33:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually, you're doing pretty well for someone who's now defying gravity and the laws of physics as she knows them.&nbsp; Much better than my aunt Amy did the first time Father had to help her."<br><br>Isamu set down on the roof of the museum, released Victoria, and stepped back to scan the skies.<br><br>"He, of course, was merely leaping from rooftop to rooftop, not flying, but the effect would have been about the same.&nbsp; Now, let's see from whence these bounders come."<br><br>A fourth silverly blob descends from the clouds about half a mile north.&nbsp; A fifth shows up almost a minute later in the same general area.<br><br>"Aha!&nbsp; Airdropped."<br><br>Isamu turned to Victoria for a moment.<br><br>"Do keep your head down, please.&nbsp; You've been very kind to me, and I'd not wish to see you hurt if they manage to get my range before I've finished with them."<br><br>So saying, she left Victoria behind on the rooftop and bounded up, up, up into the clouds, vanishing from view for several long, worrying minutes.&nbsp; Then, high above, Victoria hears a rumble of almost-thunder, then the scream of tortured metal, an unearthly whooshing noise as if the Thames was draining away.<br><br>No wreckage rained down, but Isamu descended again to land beside Victoria.&nbsp; She was a mess--her hair was mussed, wind-tossed.&nbsp; Her dress had a sizeable burn hole in one side, but the creamy flesh underneath seemed unscathed.<br><br>"It appears, Auntie, that an old family friend came to call.&nbsp; My apologies for the premature ruin of our afternoon off."<br><br>Then she sagged, letting out a sad, sobbing sigh.<br><br>"By the Sisters, why can they never let me be?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 08:20:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At that point, ... the roof landing,Tori's left eye twitched.&nbsp; Great green eyes took in the lobbed orbs as she scrootched behind her "niece."&nbsp; "Oh, ther..."&nbsp; She warned, but just a half second after the girl/woman's weapon zinged past, destroying another "target."<br>&nbsp;<br>"But wh.."&nbsp; She gave a sorry wince as her jaw snapped closed onto the soft pink of her tongue as she spayed herself flat to duck&nbsp; what appeared to be yet another attack.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Whoths tomink?"&nbsp; She fanned at her mouth with as much grace as she could muster, wishing she had a bit of cold water to dip her tongue into.<br>&nbsp;<br>As she said those words, the girl just, "poof." off into the blue of God's yonder again.&nbsp; <br><br>'Oh, flummox.' Tori fumed.&nbsp; As she rose, arms akimbo, eyes to the sky.&nbsp; The tap of her heals made a dread sound, pft of the heal, slap of the toe, pft, slap; pft, slap, as she watched for Isamu's return.&nbsp; A funny flutter spread from her heart to her stom..tummy and back again.&nbsp; Her eyebrows pulled down to form a soft "V" and the rhythm of her footfalls came faster.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>'There.'&nbsp; A sigh escaped as she spotted the telltale pale of her shimmering hair.&nbsp; "You've frightened me--taking off like that."&nbsp; She whispered, eyeing the battle tells that marked her companion.<br>&nbsp;<br>Listening to Isamu's sad explanation, seeing her tears, Tori opened her arms and embraced her friend.&nbsp; "I wouldn't think friend is the word I would quite use my dear.&nbsp; Come now, let's us be someplace safer hmm?&nbsp; Then you can tell me all about it..."&nbsp; Though only a year older, Victoria's instinct to mother her foundling kicked in at the first hint of tears.<br>&nbsp;<br>Together, they found the stairwell leading down, and made their way down to the tumult on the streets below.&nbsp; Victoria led Isamu by the hand through the throngs to a huge building with a stone edifice.&nbsp; Carved ivory elephants graced the entrance, one on each side. Their tusks, upturned for luck, held fond childhood memories for the young Victoria.&nbsp; Knocking in a strange, tap, ratatat, tap tap, she then immediately opened the door and pulled Isamu in behind her.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Oh, he has to be here.&nbsp; He just must be."&nbsp; Her voice was as high as her color.&nbsp; Keen eyes searched the hall as she rubbed her hands together, then her face broke into a smile that beautified her.&nbsp; Running forward, even as she forgot that she still held onto Isamu's hand, she called out, "Oh, I so hoped you would be here.&nbsp; Teddy, oh Teddy.&nbsp; I fall upon your status as a gentleman and beg sustenance."&nbsp; She cried as she flung her free hand across her brow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Castaway (Chelemar/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 17:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isamu pulled her hand free as Victoria rushed forward to greet Teddy, crossing her arms defensively and looking around curiously.<br><br>"And where is this?&nbsp; It looks safe enough."<br><br>Her young voice still sounded stressed and a bit miserable, but she was rallying quickly.
			</dd>
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