Forge and Hammer {Somnifera x Countdown}
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				Title: <strong>Forge and Hammer {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>22-06-2015, 05:46:58</strong>
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				On the evening of the third day of the week, the citizen known to only a handful of others as Frizya Agypis went to bed two hours early.<br><br>She did not have any engagements the following morning; nothing was scheduled until just after noon. But what she <em>needed</em> to do would take some time...<br><br>And it would take her several hours to mentally prepare herself to do it.<br><br>If asked, the Eternian would not&nbsp; suggest that she had any handicap or weakness resulting in her reclusive tendencies. It was just that she had so much work to do, and she <em>so</em> enjoyed Industry... and when it came to being in public or meeting anyone, making a good impression required such attention to detail and fastidiousness that it naturally and quite understandably took a goodly amount of time for her to declare herself ready.<br><br>There was breakfast and coffee, washing up, choosing clothes, coffee again, making sure said clothes were still properly pressed from the laundry, dressing perfectly, doing one's hair, and then, of course, a civilized moment to settle one's nerves with a pipe.<br><br>Surely everyone was as regimented and attentive. Surely.<br><br>Frizya woke up an hour or so <em>too early</em> the morning of her appointment, as she had expected, and set to her ablutions and preparations. A kidney pie and bitterberries, two cups of coffee, and several moments of comparing ascots later, she stood before a baroque-framed pewter mirror. An austere face looked back, skin like slate and a lush, unamused mouth. She turned her head, eyeing the line of her cheekbones and strong jaw as well as the proud curve of her nose. Hm. Enough of that. Deft hands went about the swift work of tying an indigo silk ascot, and she left her collar upright while leaving to fetch her coat. In the interim, she fished a pocketwatch from her slacks and checked the time. According to her arrangement, the lorry would be here within the hour to take a finished sculpture from her gallery to the home of the commissioner.<br><br>It arrived two minutes late.<br><br>Two minutes and thirty-two seconds. Outside, near the pegasus-shaped fountain with her hawklike eyes peering down the road over charcoal-tinted lenses, Frizya tucked her watch into the pocket of her sleek black coat and tucked her cigarillo into the corner of her mouth as she went about greeting the movers with her flat, civil demeanor.<br><br>Soon, or soon<em>ish</em> depending on traffic, Frizya and her seven-foot iron sculpture would arrive at the home of the Tirdahans. They had commissioned the abstract kinetic piece as a gift to their eccentric son who had taken over a large arm of the trading business his father owned. These details, however inconsequential to Frizya's existence, were only important because they were <em>Argents</em> and thus everything they did, said, or touched had a certain gravity. That being said, she intended to make sure that the statue made it to their garden without a hitch, receive her payment, and be polite while making as little eye and physical contact as possible...so as not to burden them with her presence for longer than necessary, <em>naturally.</em><br><br>However, she would find out upon arrival one small fact that meant little to the Tirdahans yet annoyed her: they had company over from lunch, and wanted to introduce her to their friend.<br><br>How... unexpected. How miserably unexpected. How... She sighed and bowed deeply without pause, her thick hair falling forward over her shoulder. Somewhere behind her, the movers were carrying the wrapped sculpture along the garden pathway.<br><br>"I would be <em>honored</em> to be given even the slightest attention and acknowledgement from you and anyone you hold dear, of <em>course.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forge and Hammer {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>17-07-2015, 08:10:19</strong>
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				On the evening of the third day of the week, the Argent known to many as Matek Rutherford went to bed two hours late.<br><br>He had engagements in the morning and later on that afternoon, but he had been most looking forward to having lunch with the Tirdahans who were celebrating their eccentric sons take over of one of the large arms of their trading business.&nbsp; A piece of art was arriving from a beautiful creature he had had his eye on for a while, created by a creature by the name of Frizya Agypis.&nbsp; Able to do amazing works of art with her hands, he had asked the Tirdahans to introduce him since she was not often found outside her humble abode.<br><br>Her works of art were quite exquisite, the talk of the city really amongst a few small but highly influential families.&nbsp; Now, Matek was to see a piece up close and meet the woman responsible.&nbsp; Glimpses here and there is all he had seen of her the odd time she travelled out of her home, but today he would come face to face with her and shake her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>Matek was served breakfast by his usual servants, many courses with many choices.&nbsp; Matek had no family left, only his home and the servants that looked after his place and his every whim.&nbsp; He did not eat too much since he was going to be having lunch at the Tirdahans and he intended to make sure he ate well there so he stayed long enough to meet Frizya. <br><br>His lorry was ready on time as it always was because if it wasn't, those that were driving it would be in quite a lot of trouble.&nbsp; And although it was on time, he took his time in heading out.&nbsp; Looking into the large mirror in the foyer, he had inspected his own form and outfit.&nbsp; A bit thicker then most men, he was still well put together and athletic, but one would think that his life of luxury and sin would eventually lead him to being obese, but for now, at his age, he just seemed “healthy”.&nbsp; Brown hair, worn a bit longer then most was atop his head, giving a clear impression that he was not involved with the military.&nbsp; At least not directly.&nbsp; No, his family had been craftsmen, creating inventions for the army and the wars for years.&nbsp; Consulting, engineering, he helped to craft war machines.&nbsp; His creations brought peace and happiness in a very different way then hers did.<br><br>Matek's eyes were a dark and serious blue which seemed to lighten or darken depending on what he was wearing and some would even say his mood.&nbsp; His face was handsome despite being a bit more regal and softer, where often most women found thick and chiseled faces were the ones that were the most attractive.&nbsp; Wearing fine clothing, made from the best fabric, one would say he&nbsp; was eccentric, but certainly not as flashy as the Tirdahans were.&nbsp; Where they were a bit “fluffy” with their outfits, one would find Matek's streamlined and simple and yet very regal all the while.&nbsp; It was a dark red wine colour mostly with some black and dark gold accents.&nbsp; One would equate it to the kind of attire a King would wear to war, showing off their status while still being useful and not in the way.<br><br>Spending time with the Tirdahans was annoying at times, they did like to talk an awful lot about topics that he held no interest in.&nbsp; So many of his own caste liked to gossip and speak in whispers and although he thought that to be fun, he often found he enjoyed the company of those below him.&nbsp; Of course an Argent would perhaps never admit that openly, but his families thoughts on life had often mirrored those of a lower stature, including working hard and doing things right the first time.&nbsp; Yes, from time to time he was lazy and didn't care for others time as much as his own, but that was because it was what was expected and what was right.<br><br>It had been an interesting few hours listening to them prattle on and on about this and that, but when it was announced that Frizya had arrived with the statue, Matek seemed to perk up a bit.&nbsp; “Could you bring her in?&nbsp; I would love to meet her before she goes...?”, he said since it was actually the whole reason of him being there.&nbsp; He wanted to commission a piece from her, meet the creature that seemed to get everyone talking with her pieces of art.&nbsp; <br><br>Matek finished his last mouthful of food as he waited for the servants to do as he had asked.&nbsp; After all, they weren't his, but they were still servants!&nbsp; Matek grasped the glass of wine in front of him, taking a sip, sitting in his seat, awaiting Frizya's arrival as one of the servants came to get her.&nbsp; <br><br>“This way please...”, said a young and pretty blonde girl who was obviously new and seemed very nervous.&nbsp; She was to lead Frizya to Matek while the family and their son went out to the garden to inspect the statue that she had made.&nbsp; The servant of course had also handed her an envelope with her payment.&nbsp; “Mr. Tirdahan thanks you for your work...”, she said as Tilda pushed through the door, holding it open for her to follow her.&nbsp; Matek was sitting directly across from the door at the table, a smile crossed his lips as he laid eyes on her in a more natural and revealing way, instead of the few quick glances he had gotten out on the streets.&nbsp; “Afternoon Frizya.&nbsp; Thank you for meeting with me”, he said, his tone strong and warm, although there was a serious hardness to it at the same time, “...Please, sit down”, he said, motioning to the seat across from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forge and Hammer {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>17-07-2015, 19:53:13</strong>
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				Frizya had taken that envelope in hand and tucked it away without a second glance. The latter half of the payment was complete and she implicitly trusted that it was all there. In truth, it was far less than the initial deposit, and in sum it was surely a pittance to the Tirdahans. Wealth in Mason was, in most cases, exponential. A Ferra like herself was well off beyond the point of 'comfort', an Argent was likely to be very wealthy and Aurns were in many cases richer than anybody new or bothered to quantify. It wasn't anyone's business, either.<br><br>The Tirdahan's estate was palatial and seemed, to Frizya, to have been built with a sort of mathematical air implicit in the high, roofless arched passages that separated all of the&nbsp; enclosed quarters. Part of the garden no doubt was parallel to the ballroom- this much seemed evident by the telltale half fan windows bracing the long wall that followed the measure of tiled pathway upon which she now walked.<br><br>She could hear the Tirdahan's chirping within another hall, moving seemingly in counterpoint with her and no doubt approaching the statue. Irritating. This..invitation kept her from putting the finishing touches on the assembly, and thus the piece would not be fully functional, yet. The movers might not even be done setting it on its dais. After all this work, it was <em>deeply</em> upsetting to know that it was going to be improperly unveiled, all thanks to... This smiling man.<br><br>Hm.<br><br>Frizya stepped through the doors, at once heavy but inert. She gave off the impression of potential energy, if someone could see past&nbsp; her general stillness. It was, perhaps, due to the general greatness of her body. Black suiting with fine indigo striping graced the thick, solid curves of her legs and rode up to a tight, high waist before disappearing under a matte black double-breasted vest. The grey linen of her shirtsleeves did not contrast with the exact fastidiousness of her outfit so much as it balanced it- such a reasonable and functional material was charmingly appropriate for someone of a caste known for earning its keep, so to speak. That being said, her collar was still starched and un-folded, tied about her neck with indigo silk and held in place with a small, dark, burnished bas relief of a three-dimensional cube: an engineer's pin.<br><br>It gleamed briefly as she bowed her horned head, bringing one ringed hand to the opposite breast and causing her long, thick black braid to slip off of her back and swing towards the floor. "There is never a need to thank someone like myself for the privilege of your time. It is graciously received." As she walked towards the selected chair, two things about Frizya were quite evident. One being that her movements were best described as 'powerful and docile' for there was something to them reminiscent of a large draft horse being quietly led from a stable and two being that, along those lines and perhaps the source of such a mental image, she walked on heel-less boots. They were spatted, polished, and comfortably worn though the buttons along their sides were without a scratch.<br><br>Both aware of her weight and the gravity of sitting with Aurns and on their furniture, Frizya lowered herself gracefully, crossing an ankle over the opposite knee and folding her hands in her lap. Her eyes were lowered behind the smoked lenses she wore, and partially obscured by the fall of long bangs. All anyone could be sure of was the thickness of her lashes. She dragged her thumb slowly back and forth over her knuckles, on it was a ring of iron with the one bit of gold she was allowed to have: a small sword following the bone of the joint; a military service ring.<br><br>"How generous of you to speak with me, your radiance." Her voice was low, dry and cool like cut marble. In fact, it was somewhat quieter than one would suspect, but that was perhaps a bit of social conditioning. After all, she was two castes below this man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forge and Hammer {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 01:33:54</strong>
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				There was something about the man that sat across from Frizya.&nbsp; If someone else were to describe the two of them walking along side each other, one might described them as polar opposites.&nbsp; She had a larger stronger looking structure and yet she seemed to still have an air of femininity to her where as Matek seemed a bit more on the softer side when it came to his looks in comparison to many other men in both his position and lower and yet he held himself with a heavy masculine air about him that could not be denied.&nbsp; His eyes remained on her as he examined her outfit.&nbsp; She was well dressed, knew her place among the people she was in company with and yet still did her own thing.&nbsp; Matek had noticed the engineers pin as well and figured that perhaps she did not just do pieces of art all of her life, but that perhaps wouldn't be the first question he asked her.<br><br>“Kindly remove your lenses?&nbsp; I wish to search the eyes of the creature that has been the talk of the town lately.&nbsp; You do realize how much of a stir you've created in some circles, yes?”,&nbsp; he said as he leaned back, taking a long sip of the glass of wine that was in front of him.&nbsp; He was relaxed and if she were of equal standing he would have been more polite with his body language, but in this instance he wasn't.&nbsp; Waiting for her to remove her glasses, his eyes would catch hers and he'd hold her gaze.&nbsp; He didn't shy away from looking into her steely gaze, nor did he believe that someone of a lower caste should not look into that of a higher castes eyes.&nbsp; Some upheld this rule, but if he believed it it was his to break since he had essentially forced her to with him.<br><br>“Generosity is not my strong point.&nbsp; No, you flatter me with your words and yet I feel something different from&nbsp; you then I do from every other being that trips over both their words and movements when they're around me”.&nbsp; His eyes had passed over her and noticed the ring, clearly before his eyes returned to her own if she was still doing as he had asked, “You were in the service?&nbsp; Well perhaps some of the devices my father and my family helped to provide to the soldiers kept you alive?&nbsp; You must tell me of your time in the military!”, Matek said, seemingly genuinely interested.&nbsp; Of course all the while his eyes were watching, waiting for gestures, the way she used or said her words, anything he could pick up on that would tell him more about her.<br><br>That was until he was interrupted by one of the servants.&nbsp; Wine cask in hand, one of the soft looking servants offered to pour Matek more wine, which he accepted by holding out his glass.&nbsp; Only to have her spill it, seemingly accidentally on his hand/sleeve.&nbsp; A look of horror crossed his face and his eyes narrowed into large slits as he processed his emotions and anger.&nbsp; “Well, perhaps this one should be punished for having such clumsy hands?&nbsp; I would ask one of the Tirdahan's to do it, but I don't wish to interrupt their time out in the garden with the Masterpiece you've left them”.&nbsp; Looking to the young girl and then to Frizya, “Would you mind helping me with her punishment?&nbsp; I feel you have larger hands then mine...”.&nbsp; <br><br>Matek gestured for the young servant to come to him where he smiled sweetly at her after she finished mopping the wine off of his hands and sleeve, his shirt obviously ruined considering it was red wine.&nbsp; Shifting his chair out and to the side from the table, giving him enough room, he motioned for her to lift her dress up.&nbsp; Guiding hands brought her down into his lap, draping her across his knees with a smile.&nbsp; It was very simple, straight forward and the look on his face spoke of business not pleasure despite what one might think with having a young girl in your lap.&nbsp; Now that she was set up, he looked up to Frizya, smiling gently.&nbsp; “...When you're ready Frizya”.&nbsp; The one of his voice was strong, fully expecting her to do as he asked and yet given with a sense of respect for her.&nbsp; 
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