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| − | == It's Gonna Rain! ==
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| − | <i>The fortress of Red Ice....</i>
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| − | Rain of Unspoken Words had been there for a while, serving as one of the Lover's diplomats. It was unclear if even she realised how she ended up doing that, it just came naturally after serving a string of others until that came. Negotiations with the Linowan, with the Icewalkers, meeting the Bull of the North in virtue of the Lover, and emissaries of the Hanslanti League.. most of those ending on some sort of misshap.
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| − | It had been a time for laughs, so far. Oh, it has.
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| − | Returning from a job on Crystal that required to scare a couple would-be necromancers that should be doing their job to the Lover as inside men right, and were not, and to talk to the actual official people in it, she hears that Red Ice's official scantily-clad bogeywoman, the Pale Angel, had gone away. And that Whiteshield had been gone to hell while she was away, in the hands of the Bishop's fanatics.
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| − | As such, it would be a matter of time, yes, until she was called, she supposed... and it was. In her pampered, luxurious room on Red Ice she stood as one of the Lover's incredibly beautiful slave boys( But of a beauty that did not approach hers', a perfection of humanity, paling before a dream) came to her... "Lady Rain? Mistress calls for you.."
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> Rain blinks and sits up, caught in the midst of a little daydreaming, she looks at the pretty child for a moment as if confused and... yawns... "Oooh... mm, hum... Yes!" she gets up quickly, stretches, and pulls her silken olive coat free of wrinkles-- something completely unneccesary-- and smiles at the boy. "Well then, I suppose we'd best not keep her waiting, eh?"
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> "Yes, yes, of course!" he bows, trying not to look at her in the eye, leading her through the corridors of ice so polished it looks like glass... the ground reflecting and echoing in their passage, moans and cries coming from most of the rooms and from undiscernible places on the distance, and something... on the edge of her perception, a buzzing sound of lament, getting louder as they approach the Lover...
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| − | And they get to the room she is in, expansive, panels of glass on the ceiling revealing the miasma of spirits crying for her... for the ungodly beautiful woman in the Orichalcum corselet who lays amidst silky white sheets, her figure pale and attractive beyond measure. Rain sees the boy flushing, speechless before her, trying hard to summon the courage and the mind to kneel and speak, "M-m-mistress... the o-one you called for, Rain of Unspoken... words..."
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| − | She looks back from the sheets, moving a bit so Rain can see a slim, beautiful figure of alabaster skin, blue hair and purple lips... so gender neutral that only the fact the Lover lies above gives any indication... "Oh, Rain. Come in, my dear. We were just finishing." She says as she strokes the face of her lover for this evening, whose face is flushed in pleasure...
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> Rain follows after the boy as they walk through the corridors of ice, the warmth of red ice's passion carressing her skin as she follows behind the boy. Soon enough they reach their destination, and no one has to tell Rain-- the sounds of the Lover's congression are quite... Unique.
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| − | She nods to her current patron in respect as she enters the room; respect for her face, her figure, and of course, for the gentle subtlety of her manipulative heart. Rain was not privy to the Lover's plans, but unlike most, she was rather sure they did exist, and were not to be laughed at. Destroyed and ruined, yes, but not laughed at.
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| − | "Of course, My Lady, don't let me interrupt your fun." her gaze moves to the figure under the lover, and she smiles appreciatively, if nothing else, the Lover certainly had taste in men... and women... Rain wasn't especially picky in that regard.
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> Her sedate face smiles to Rain, just slightly blushy as she bats her eyelashes to her companion... and moves with him... kissing possessively as they both finish. As she moves, Rain sees the leash and chain on the blue haired one's neck, the hands bound to the ivory pillars of the bed. He calls for her name, prompting her to push the leash until he almost has the hair cut off, to call her mistress.
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| − | After a moment, she turns on the sheets, and lies down, motioning to the slave boy to go get some food for them. She motions for Rain to sit down, "And do not mind my dear Feral Shadow, dear. He enjoys me to do so for him..." her hand runs down the effeminate chest of her parner. Rain knew that she was at least not the type to demand that sort of thing, having seen her have.. quite different behaviors on occasion. "I believe you are up to date with what has been happening in Whiteshield, right?"
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> "Whiteshield? Yes, Whiteshield! Oh how I wish I could have been there My Lady!"-- for reasons the Lover probably would not approve of, of course. Rain just loved seeing places get conquered, even if none of the politics on hand were her doing. Of course, her being there would have been entirely inimical to the Lover's plans, but as things had turned out, it apparantly wouldn't have changed anything. She was sad for a moment, but then perked up, after all, it wasn't a total loss, now she could conquer it back!
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> "Well, my beautiful Angels helped me secure its Prince, and my Prince of Shadows helped me took its Princess - she was even powerful enough to hold a Shard. What destiny those boys and girls had... she is in the Labyrinth, now. Casting her vows." She smiles, "And they will be my rightful claim to that place. Whiteshield is sitting over First Age remains... and more than anything, it is a place I had taken upon myself to corrupt. I did not like the rudeness of the Bishop, to interfere on what is mine." She says, still caressing the boy.. who turns his face to see Rain, smiling at her.
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| − | "I am sending my beautiful beast here to Whiteshield for his own mission... and I would like you to meet my Dark Angel. To help her. To converse with those fanatics... and negotiate their surrender after she is done."
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> <i>"The Dark Angel?"</i>
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| − | "That sounds like it could be... <i>Fun</i>." She gives the Lover a devious smirk, toying with the image of breaking a few deathknights. "Is she to command me then?"
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> "Yes. You are to go and place yourself under her command. However, if both her and the Pale Angel are in the same room, the Pale Angel's words supercede hers'."
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| − | "And if they ever seem to go against my wishes, my commands supercede both. Rain. Try to remember that." She says with a charming smile, waving to a crystall ball not too far from her, "When in Whiteshield, break that. It shall take you to the Dark Angel. I suppose you will find fun in helping them take the kingdom back. Also, after they do, they are to come to me. Alexander, and all other Exalted who flock around him. Pillars of the Sun tend to get them."
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> <i>"If they're in the same room?"</i> Rain briefly-- very briefly-- imagines asking one or the other of the angels to step to the side <i>just a little</i> so Rain can consider them being in different rooms... then banishes the thought with an inward smirk. it was a little too obvious for her-- the Lover was not a Raksha, bound to the letter of her words, and would likely enjoy flaying her alive if she trieid such a stunt...
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| − | Didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the idea on her own time though
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| − | "Oh yes My Lady, I will enjoy taking back the city very very much."
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| − | She walks up to the crystal ball and examines it momentarily. She looks at the Lover quizically, "It will take me to her? Not to mince words, but are we talking about 'poof' and I appear next to them, or just a little guiding spell...? These things can be important..."
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> The slave comes back with a plate of desserts, and she allows the chains that bind her plaything to slide free from the pillars of the bed, prompting the effeminate boy to encircle her neck with his arms, purple lips kissing it in adoration... "Pour some wine for the three of us, please." She asks the servant, letting the boy caress her,
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| − | "A guiding spell. As soon as it is broken, a ghostly raiton shall guide you to her. It will keep pace with you and stop when you want it to stop, however. Also, Rain of Unspoken Words, meet the Feral Shadow of Azure and Mauve," She says, one hand going back and mussing his hair, "He will go with you to Whiteshield, and vanish there. He shall report to me, information which shall be useful for you as well, of course."
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> "Ah" she nods in apparant relief, "That's good. I can imagine few who wouldn't react a tad violently to the sudden appearance of... well... just about anyone. It's happened to me before, you understand" she nods at the Lover in mock seriousness.
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| − | Rain smiles and bows at Feral Shadow, only now acknowledging his presence as more than a coat the Lover happened to be wearing. An especially <i>fine</i> coat, of course. "I'll make sure I enjoy his company while I have it, isn't that right, Feral?" she smiles a little hungrilly at the deathknight, wondering how Feral he might really be.
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> "Oh, of course, my dear. But I am sure both the Dark Angel and the man with her woud consider you... quite a <i>pleasant</i> surprise." She smiles, mussing Feral's hair a bit more, and taking some grapes her slave brings to her mouth... and after she pops one, he fills in the wine for his mistress, deep red... turning to Rain, two brands of red, one of white wine with him, asking Rain if she has any preference.
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| − | <b>Feral Shadow of Azure and Mauve:</b> "I do hope to enjoy yours, Rain... it is a pleasure to meet you. I have not met many of your kind before..." He says, fingers trailing down the Lover's corselet as if playing her body with his fingers, his painted eyelashes half-closed for his mistress and for Rain. "I trust it will be an interesting experience."
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> Answering both the Lover and her lover at once, Rain licks her lips a little, "Yes, I can be <i>quite</i> a surprise.” She nods at the servant momentarily, choosing the sweeter of the red wines without saying a word.
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> "Do you need anything before you go, my dear?" She asks Rain as the servant pours the wine, and kneels before Rain to offer the chalice to her. "Anything I could do to make your trip more... pleasant? I have asked to my dear Feral Shadow already... she says, jerking on the chain around his neck a little bit.
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| − | <b>Feral Shadow of Azure and Mauve:</b> He colors a bit, almost mewling in satisfaction as the jerks it, then cocking his face to the side, grinning "I would expect no less."
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> Taking the glass from the servant, Rain takes a sip and is pleased. "Need anything? I should think no-- well, there is one thing... Actually... If you've anyone who has seen the Bishop in the flesh, so to speak, that would be most delightfull. A brief moment would be all I need, My Lady"
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> "Someone who has seen the Bishop in flesh? Oh, of course. I do have someone who has... my Prince of Shadows has. He tends to stay on my Stygian Manse, and tends to view the insane fool in the few times he comes to our neutral grounds."
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| − | "And of course...." She purrs "...so have I. Unfortunately. He is... a disgusting thing."
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> Rain nods at the selection, very few have seen the Bishop, and she had never been able to get this from any before. "My Lady, if you would show me his visage, it would be most helpful, but I will have to be shown, for I could never pry that from you as I might your Prince of Shadows, were he here.".
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> "I shall show you, then.", She says, voice sweet as honey, getting up after her servant makes her pop another grape on her mouth, a red one, a little red trail down her lips... which the Feral Shadow licks up. She gets up then, her naked flesh more beautiful than any faerie queen Rain had ever seen, bar one, still covered in sweat, desire personified as she walks towards Rain... and touches her forehead.
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| − | Fingers trail down, down her lips, down her neck... and then above her heart, to touch her true Heart. And then Rain sees.
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| − | The black form, bones coming out of his body at every step, the skull mutated in a horrible being, pus and ichor flowing from the corners of his ochre-colored eyes, many... horrid sexual organs extruding from him, without purpose or reason, like some Unshaped. For Rain, who met the Unshaped and the horrors beyond the world, it is not shocking... but certainly not pleasant.
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> Rain blinks at the multitude of visions and shakes her head, as if to get rid of them-- actually doing her best to memorize each and every one. She ponders for a moment, then decides not to summon up a physical replica to show she got the message... It would probably ruin the mood... if <i>anything</i> could ruin the Lover's mood.
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| − | Pondering a response, Rain takes a strong draw on her glass, nearly draining it. "... ew."
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> "Disgusting is it not? I always try to be as far to that disgusting thing as possible. And it comes up every time something of import happens...." She sighs, getting closer to rain, "It is too good I have pretties to purge that dreary image from my mind." her finger trails up, past Rain's lips again, as she turns around.
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| − | <b>Feral Shadow of Azure and Mauve:</b> The boy gets up, his body still covered in sweat, taking his pants from the floor and putting them on.... his form way too thin, his curves way too feminine. He looks amused at Rain's reaction, bringing a grape for his violet lips, "Warms me to know I was chosen by beauty and passion instead."
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> Rain licks at the Lover's light fingers playfully as they caress her face, the Lover's touch always magical regardless of gender. She nods knowingly at the young deathknight as the Lover walks back to him, "Quite! But don't worry, when I return, I will bring the Bishop's deathknights-- My Lady can keep the pretty ones and kill the rest."
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> "You will not need to meet the Bishop himself, of that I am sure. But if you meet a man of a long white goathee, of spherical blue eyes, wearing a cilindrical hat and only several layers of loose-fitting robes... do not fight. Just send my regards to an old friend." She says, walking back, bare his swaying as she falls on the luxurious bed again, stretching... "Be sure to. I would love to see how any cutie sided with that dreary, disgusting lunatic."
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| − | "And to see how long they would hold to such beliefs."
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| − | <b>Feral Shadow of Azure and Mauve:</b> The boy stretches, breathing hard, still winded... "Hmmm, I think I will need a good bathe before going. I meet you at the gates later on, Lady Rain? I can be ready as fast as a couple of hours, but I suppose we have until next dawn if you have any other concerns." He says, picking a brush and combing the long blue hair, messily sticking to his skin... and yet, not looking truely messy, still ready for a ball, in a way, a way that only the beautiful and the Abyssals can manage...
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> Rain bows her head to the Lover and gives a smirk, "Well I've heard the Bishop's worshippers can be rather... stubborn. But of course, so can I"
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| − | To Feral, she nods simply, tracing his figure in appreciation one last time before he goes and puts any more unecessary clothing on. "Yes, well, I don't suppose we can do any leaving until morning, I do think I shall avail myself of some of My Lady's entertainment until then, I do so enjoy visiting Red Ice."
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| − | <b>Feral Shadow of Azure and Mauve:</b> He smiles as he places a soulsteel-trimmed Jacket on, bracers around his fingers showing lewd scenes for a moment, "Entertainment?" Eyelashes closing towards rain in the same form he had shown while holding to his mistress, "Got anything interesting in mind already?"
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> Rain's mouth curls into a smile unexpectedly as she seems to supress a giggle, "Well.... Nothing in particlar, but if our Lady hasn't tired you out already, you're welcome to join me later and we'll see how much you have left to give, mm? I don't mind carrying you out of here in the morning-- I'm sure our Lady would be most amused."
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| − | <b>Feral Shadow of Azure and Mauve:</b> "Hmmm. It would do to... <i>get to know</i> you well. We will be partners, for a short time, at least." He smiles, predatorily, "Oh, I am tired... but I am also a hunter. And one of the wonders of being a Chosen is the ability to... <i>recover</i> so very fast. I will see you when I am done with my bath, then..."
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| − | <b>Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears:</b> The Lover motions to him, and he walks to his mistress, one knee on the bed, kissing her submissively until she lets go, and smiles at Rain, "Hmm, he is all yours, dearie. Pehaps after I am done with my bussiness, I might not give both of you a gift of goodbye, hmmm?" She bats an eyelash teasingly at her, gets up, places her dress, and walks out...
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| − | <b>Rain of Unspoken Words:</b> "We shall see, My Lady"
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| − | <i>"Yes, we'll see if he is still as useful to you when I am done with him"</i>
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| − | Looking after Feral Shadow as he leaves for his bath, she wonders if he has ever had a Fair One, for the body Rain of Unspoken Words wears will never tire-- not in a night, not in a week. It is when others are spent that her real work begins.
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| − | And she did. Feral, poor bastard was already tired enough, woke up sometime during her stride to Whiteshield( that was the continuation of this, an aborted scene because the trip was too boring =P )
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