RP:Tysinni's interpretive dance - The airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow

Setting

Kelay Tavern 9th Oct 2011

A commemorative friendly Bob sock puppet

Rowen said to Tysinni, "Greetings my loyal subject. I am the official merchant for the millenium of Royal wedding celebrations. Can I interest you in a finely crafted commemorative friendly Bob sock puppet. It also doubles as a useful sock!"

Tysinni blinks at the Empress rat, looking to the left and right for an escape before sighing and plopping into a chair. It wouldn't do to loom over her majesty too much. "Erm...you're married?"

Rowen cleans her whiskers, twitches her little pink nose and replies regally. "I was married for a few days. My beloved consort's name was Bob, but I tired of him and had the marriage annulled. It was a mistake to think that a person from one of the lesser races could possibly be a worthy partner for your perfectly benevolent supreme empress." She pauses, and scratches her ear."Do you feel worthy of carrying your supreme empress on a shoulder, or in your pocket perhaps?"

Perhaps she could kill two birds with one stone here

Tysinni works through this strange explanation, trying to imagine just who or -what- Bob was. "Er, I'm sure he was very lucky for that brief period of time, your Magnanimousness. He must be devastated now that it is over." Deciding to humor the crazy creature, she reaches out a hand to Rowen, offering a small smile. "I would be most honored to carry your royal personage. Is there some place you might perhaps wish to go? I'd also enjoy speaking to you about your asylum..." Perhaps she could kill two birds with one stone here, she still needed the keys to Rowen's weird place.

Juverain darts around left and right, he was very energetic Bella and Rain were happy together and as long as she was happy, he was happy. "Oh where is Bella Bear!?" he searched every cup and hole in the floorboard

Rowen explains "I have opened my asylum in Vailkrin, since the Kelay site I was looking at turned out to be unsuitable, too many wimps living nearby who would complain about the screams. Perhaps I can summon nurse Bonecrusher to my imperial presence, have you met nurse bonecrusher?"

Tysinni shakes her head quickly, emphatically denying the need for her summoning. "No! I mean, yes, I've met him. But no, you don't need to call for him, your Majesty." Looking around worriedly, she leans in close and whisper, "You do have the keys in a safe spot, don't you?"

Juverain continues his search for his Bella Bear

Juverain smiles at Korike "Thankyou misterr!"

Juverain hovers around happily enjoying cupids magical capabilities (Though he does not exist in hollow) "I need to find that sneaky dragonfly!"

Juverain nods "Bella Bear, she says people call her dragonfly sometimes" searching every nook and cranny for the beautiful pixie that he loved

Juverain smiling "Do you know her where abouts? We are playing hide and go seek"

Korike shakes his head. "I haven't seen her at all today, actually."

Juverain thinks "She said lets play hide and go seek, then she disappeared before my eyes"

Korike scratches the back of his head. "Huh. That's strange."

Juverain nods and looks in Korike's bag "Not in there either" he sits on the table completely clueless where she is "Bella Bear....is somewhere"

Korike sits down at the same table as the pixie and nods. "She could be anywhere."

Ranok marches into the tavern. He was cut up. The sleeves of his duster were shredded fairly badly, long rips and tears. His fingers were drippingly a little blood, too. But, to the board he goes. A notice was ripped down. It looked to be the oldest post. And on its back, the man scrawled a message.

Juverain thinks and then spots Ranok "Hey mister! Have you seen Bella?" he raised a brow curious to what his answer would be to this bizarre welcoming question

Ranok directs a world class scathing glare at Juverain. He was in such a delightful mood, apparently.

Rowen said to Ranok, "Would you kindly mind not dripping blood on the floor whilst in my gracious imperial presence sir?""

Juverain turns back and whistles casually "She will find me trust me....my lips are like a bee to pollen, you can't resist" he chuckled

I have made a small cage for Lirithen the insane duckling

Rowen explains "I have made a small cage for Lirithen the insane duckling. The rest of the space is filled up with as many other nutcases as I can fit in. It's not as if we are going to run out of nutcases before we run out of room." She uses her mind to lift the keys from her bag to show Tysinni they are safe"You know where we can buy medicines what are good for insanity, like mercury, arsenic, hallucinogenic mushrooms, stuff like that? There is so much to consider." The rat preens her whiskers as she thinks.

Ranok ignores Rowen. Another bit of blood drips from his finger tips. He glares sullenly at them, too, like they could be cowed into healing.

Korike chuckles as well. "I'll...take your word for it." replies the gnome. "Have you checked the garden near the stream...just outside the southern part of sage forest?"

Ranok exits south.

Juverain nods "I have, I live right outside of her house" he smiled

Korike strokes his chin as he continues thinking

Korike strokes his chin as he continues thinking. "I see." . Juverain strokes Korike's beard with him "Hmmmmmm"

Korike ooc: Lol, he doesn't have a beard, actually.

Tysinni watches Rowen float the keys out of her bag with a relaxed expression, belying her want to grab them out of the air. Instead, she tries a more legitimate tactic first. "Your Majesty...it seems to me that someone, likely a nutcase, would want to break out their fellow crazies. Perhaps having them in your bag, isn't the most secure place to keep them." The thief goes for wide, truthful eyes, hoping the rat won't notice her keen interest.

Juverain ooc dam! grow a beard! lol

Ranok appears from the south.

Rowen is completely taken in by her 'loyal subjects' concern. "What do you suggest, my dear?"

Korike whispered something to Juverain.

Juverain strokes Korike's chin as well

Juverain whispered something to Korike.

Rowen the rat scampers onto the table where Korike is sat and also strokes his chin.

Ranok returns to the tavern again. Some urgent business had reminded him after his warning was posted. He was no less displeased, however. A glower was plastered on his features.

You said, "ooc Is he still dripping blood in the 'imperial presence' Ranok dear?"

Juverain smiles to Rowen "His chin is so smooth!"

Ranok is only dripping blood from his finger tips. Any wounds that had cut through the ghroudium of his armor do not bleed. Through his tattered sleeves, the white metal of his armor has red lines that run across it in strange patterns, dully pulsing in time of a heart beat.

I wonder what fine skincare products he uses

You said to Juverain, "It certainly is, my loyal pixie subject, I wonder what fine skincare products he uses.""

Juverain nods and thinks of what he uses "I'm Rain.....what is your name?"

Rowen glares at Ranok's dripping fingers making disapproving 'tut tut' noises for a while, before it occurs to the addled little rat to offer up a prayer to Daedria to help heal the poor fellow.

Ranok was injured by a wraith, thus holy healing the only recourse to help the injuries. He wasn't so sure about letting Rowen help him, which is why he was standing there, glowering, instead of asking her to help. He was trying to decide.

Tysinni's brilliant suggestion

Tysinni calls over to Rowen as she scampers away, innocently offering a solution. "Perhaps you should employ someone as a 'keeper of the keys' or something. I would humbly submit my name for such a task." She gives a modest bow of her head, trying to look only the most servile of subjects.

Rowen the vain little rat beams at Tysinni. "What a good idea. I suppose I ought to interview you for the post, however, and offer it to other applicants too. One has to be seen to be fair when one is a trusted supreme empress. Have you time for your job interview now?"

Bathe your wounds in this holy wat..er holy whisky

Inbetween discussing a possible job interview for the post of 'Keeper of the keys' with Tysinni the rat continues to pray to her beloved lady Daedria to help Ranok. She also blesses a glass of whisky for him. "There you are sir, bathe your wounds in this holy wat..er holy whisky."

Tysinni looks down at her wrist (for no apparent reason, seeing as how wrist watches don't exist yet) before beaming up at the Empress. "Of course, My Liege! I would be most honored to submit to an interview at your leisure."

Bring in my starboard-folio

Rowen calls to her servant Jake. "Bring in my starboard-folio. The long-suffering manservant appears from the back room where he was getting drunk. In one hand is a scruffy old notebook with dog eared corners containing Rowen's hundreds of 'well thought out' interview questions. "Firstly, where do you see yourself in five years, if you were a duck what type of duck would you be, and what is your favorite thing about watermelons?"

Ranok looks dubiously at the whiskey. But finally relents and goes to the table to dunk his fingers in them, for whatever good it would do. There were wounds all along his limbs, and on his legs, as well. One cut dribbled blood down a cheek, too. He waited for Rowen to take a more proactive role in the healing before he made judgements.

My favorite things about watermelons are that they are red on the inside, in honor of the lovely, Empress Rowen

Tysinni watches the manservant appearing from the back with some trepidation. She didn't show her worry, however, that was beneath her skill as a con-artist. Instead, she offers him a guileless smile, before turning to the rat-Empress and dutifully paying attention. After listening to the questions, the thief doesn't even blink before replying, "I see myself serving your Majesty as her loyal subject in all things. If I were a duck, I would be one that was ever your aquatic servant. And my favorite things about watermelons are that they are red on the inside, in honor of the lovely, Empress Rowen." She gives a modest nod of her head at the end to show she was at the end of her answers/flattery.

Tysinni said OOC, "Ty is the best at obsequiousness. >.>"

Tysinni said to Ranok, "Dezro, you look like crap."

Spotting the thief Tysinni speaking with apparently a rat empress

Landalathar stepped into the tavern, the ranger feeling rather upbeat today despite the look on his clothes. His pants were shabby, mere cloth that were obviously beneath the legs they were on and his shirt... If one did not have something nice to where over there chest, let them not wear anything at all. A hand reached up to groom at that long red hair as he glanced around, spotting the thief Tysinni speaking with apparently a rat empress. Despite the scene, a chuckle was suppressed but not the grin that was in place from the scene, those elvish barefeet stepping towards the unlikely pair as he waited a moment, seeing as no one else was in the bar for the lycan really to disturb, he'd wait till he had a chance to perhaps butt in on conversation.

I would like you to please answer the next question through the medium of expresive dance

Rowen the lil empress sadly seems now to have forgotten all about her patient since she is busy with her interview questions. "I would like you to please answer the next question through the medium of expresive dance. What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?"

Alain enters a silent silhouette, his features arrested by the enveloping shade of a cowl -- the thick cloth material shading the gathering sores and sear marks from where Vuryal's blood stained his pallid cheeks and brow.

My interpretive dance of 'the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow'

Tysinni goggles at Rowen for several seconds, before shaking her surprise off and getting to her feet. "I'm sure I can oblige, Your Majesty." Muttering something unintelligible under her breath, she quickly sheds her duster and hat, placing them on the table before facing the rat and taking a bow. "My interpretive dance of 'the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow'." She bows her head and remains quiet for a moment before suddenly lifting her arms slowly from her sides until they're pointing straight out from her body. Then the thief looks up, slowly beginning to move her arms up and down and making a short, sharp chirping noise and 'gliding' about on her booted feet. Around several tables she moves, making her 'swallow' noises and flapping her arms before coming to Ranok's table. Interspersing these movements with graceful twirls and leaps, she makes it to Ranok's table and jumps upon a chair, then the table and pirouettes slowly around, once, twice, three times. Coming to a stop suddenly, she squawks and then makes a great leap, intending to jump the six foot gap between Ranok's table and the Empress'. Unfortunately, she had not counted on having a stranger step in her airspace and incidentally, tackles the poor red headed lycan. "Ack!"

Ranok just stares at Ty. He was at an absolute loss for words.

You said OOC, "Tysinni is superawesome. That is all. "

Landalathar found himself minding other people's business, not paying too much attention as he watched Tysinni run herself around and it was all he could do as she sailed into him to put his arms out. There was enough of a deflection that more than anything she had pounced him in an awkward manner, the elf's hands were tense as they were gripped on her upper thighs, after all, he couldn't allow for her to knee him in the gut, could he? A loud oomph was mad as he had hit the floor, Tysinni mounted with a leg on either side of his waist and the blue eyed lycan blinking, "You know... If you were going to mount me, you could have bought me a drink first." A cough came afterwards, because he was trying to laugh but seeing as she had just knocked the wind from him, he found that to be a hard thing to do.

The empress finds the entire performance most impressive

Rowen the deluded lil' rat prietsess assumes the collision with the red haired elven lycan to be part of the dance. She finds the entire performance most impressive and applauds whole heartedly, clapping her one forepaw against the table top. "Excellent! Excellent. I don't think I need to ask any more questions. Congratulations, the job is yours!"

. Tysinni scowls down at the man who had broken her fall/caught her with more than a little annoyance. "You interrupted my dance!" A second later and she was looking at Rowen, beaming a happy smile at the rat-Empress. "I got the job? Excellent! I mean..." She takes a moment to unstraddle the poor man under her, getting to her feet and resisting the urge to step on him like a rug. She skips over to Rowen and bows, continuing her acceptance, "I would be most honored to be the keeper of your keys, Your Majesty!" She waits in anticipation for her prize, already planning how best to break the inmates out.

Landalathar found himself standing up, glancing over at the articles the woman had left set off to the side and then back towards Tysinni, a rather annoyed smirk on his face. A step forward was taken, the elf rather sure of something as he picked up the hat, testing it out as he sat it down on his head, easily admiring that he bet it look better on him. His head then turned back towards Tysinni, watching the back of her head for a moment before his eyes decided to drop, best inspect everything about the woman who just assailed him, and as he admired her, he mused aloud, "I think I'll forgive her this time."

Brozurka decides to sit down well away from the insane bird woman

Brozurkura entered the tavern his long cloak trailing behind him flowing on the currents of wind produced when he opened the door to enter, his eyes widened as he saw the apparently insane, and Ex-injured women he tried to help the other day leaping from table to table,, making bird sound and flapping her arms, her "flight" ending when she accidently tackled a Lycan fellow. The half orc just edged around the area where this was taking place to talk to Mesthak who handed him a small letter, the half elf opened it reading quickly, muttering, " Who is Dezro ?" then he wrote quickly upon the same sheet of paper then repacked the paper handing it to Mesthak, along with a few coins . Then he left to sit down well away from the insane bird woman.

Coral sighs staring at one of her many books and looking at her notes and the mortar on the table before her.

You said to Tysinni, "Repeat the oath after me my dear...I Tysiini, do humbly and with due reverence accept the most trusted position of 'Keeper of the keys' in the service of my wonderful beloved supreme empress."

Cretin! If you value your special parts, you'll take that hat off right now

Tysinni is so focused on continuing with her 'con' with Rowen, that she doesn't at first notice that the man had stolen her precious and much beloved hat. Facing the Empress, away from the lycan, she places a hand over her heart (and one behind her back, fingers crossed) reciting the pledge. "I, Tysinni, do humbly and with due reverence accept the most trusted position of 'Keeper of the Keys' in the service of my wonderful beloved supreme empress." After its over, she grins and holds out her hand for the keys. A niggling feeling at the back of her neck causes her to frown and she turns, immediately spotting her 'landing pad' wearing her hat. "Cretin! If you value your special parts, you'll take that hat off right now."

Ranok said to Landalathar, "Trust me, she iz not kiddink."

Landalathar glanced over at Ranok, a brow raised as he turned back to Tysinni, smirking as he seemed to have hit some sort of soft point, "Cretin? I'm not the one who didn't even say thanks to the man who cushioned my fall." As if to rub it in all the more, a hand came up on the back of the hat and another on the brim, fitting it better upon his head with a smirk. It wasn't long before the elf had flipped it off, offering it teasingly back to Tysinni though if she grabbed for it without saying please he pull it back before she could, "What do you say?"

I have utter contempt for thieves

You uses psionics to lift the keys and hover them over to Tysinni's waiting hand. She then turns to glower at the red headed lycan. "Sir, as supreme empress I have utter contempt for thieves." She is obviously ignorant of much about Tysinni. "Return the ceremonial hat of my honoured 'keeper of the keys.' this instant!"

Tysinni said OOC, "Rowen made me choke on my cheez-its."

You said OOC, "*huggles Tysinni* Glad to make you laugh my dear. I am still giggling about Ty's dance here <3"

Tysinni stows the keys that Rowen had bestowed upon her, in a pocket of her duster, turning to give a perfunctory bow to Rowen (lest the rat get suspicious) before once more focusing on the hat thief. "You would steal something in front of Her Majesty?" Still playing up for her audience, she reaches forward to grab her hat, glaring in outrage as Landalathar snatches it back. "I say, give it to me or you'll be speaking in a much higher register soon." Taking a step forward, she grabs for the hat again.

Tysinni said OOC, "Z! <3 And Rowen, you're my favorite sentient beastie. XD <3 <3 <3"

Landalathar reached up with his left hand, catching Tysinni's that had reached to grab the hat, the lycan smirking playfully as he wasn't rough, just assertive enough to keep her hand away from the hat. A smirk sat on his lips as his hand reached up, bestowing the hat back to the thief, placing it snugly on before musing, his hands letting her hands go, "You know, you almost look half cute when you get mad."