Session Start (CD_SupTG:#ArchPRojectAlphaIC): Sun Dec 06 20:05:19 2015 -0600
[20:11] <@IterationDrive> The past few days have been... stressful? Yes, stressful. That's the right word to describe the roaring collapse of society and the awful, sudden realization that everything you ever knew is likely dead; the Arch's doors, magically reinforced, slammed shut nearly three days ago. Now, everyone has had a chance to settle in.
[20:12] <@IterationDrive> The inside of the Arch is well-cut stone; gilded with magical material and marble, not a single copper spared to make it as safe as possible for the expected five to six year duration of the stay--especially for the 'special guests'.
[20:12] <@IterationDrive> They have actual beds (albeit bunk-style) and private storage containers (though they're lockers), even a live-in maid. It's no royal grandeur, but... it is better in here than out there, truly.
[20:15] <Earthflame> Luca sighs, ruffling his hair as he makes his way from the commoners dorm to the special section. "I guess I'm lucky." He murmurs to himself, the corridors in this section more quiet and empty than usual. The blonde boy ruffles his hair with a sigh, straightening up the neat shirt, waistcoat and trousers, the best approximation of a butlers uniform he could put together. Well... It
[20:15] <Earthflame> was better than what anyone else could do. He stands, back straight, eyes forward, and knocks formally upon the door to the princesses chambers- Announcing himself, as was polite.
[20:24] <Feld> A call answers from the other side, muffled by the heavy door.  "Oh, just a minute!"  There's a strange noise like a sword being drawn and then a moment later, the door swings open to reveal a tall, slim girl with shocking white hair looking at him, half her body hidden behind the door. "Now, who are you?"
[20:26] <Earthflame> He gives her a low bow, his words spoken calmly in a refined tone. "I am Luca Grayson, Ma'am. I have been assigned to be your butler- You, and the other Highnesses present." He's perhaps a year younger than her, although his formal bearing makes him look older, with an interesting mix of soft features and the obvious build of one used to hard work.
[20:28] <Feld> "A butler....oh, that's the word for servant in this country.  Isn't it, Feana?" The girl turns her body, revealing the beds beyond to Luca.
[20:30] <Feana> "Relax, Mary," comes another voice, a purring alto. "And put your pigsticker away. I don't think anyone's making assassination rounds these days, not after the last week." A gangly redhead is reclining on one of the other beds in the back, waving dismissively at the door. "And yeah, pretty sure that's what 'butler' means."
[20:30] <Earthflame> "It is my honour to meet you, your highnesses." He nods and bows again. "May I please come in?"
[20:31] <Feana> "Sure, kid. Mary, let 'im in."
[20:33] <Feld> The girl apparently named Mary pushes the door fully open with her shoulder, revealing the longsword held in her once-hidden hand.  "I just like to be careful, Feana.  Though assassins don't announce themselves..."
[20:33] <Feld> She backs away from the door and slides the sword home into its jeweled scabbard. "Not unless they're family, of course."
[20:34] <Earthflame> "I would not know, although to reassure you." He raises his hands, open and empty, before turning a slow circle, showing there's nothing hidden on his person, before stepping inside. As he looks around, his composed features break slightly, nervousness and uncertainty flickering on his face. "Ah, the Princess Ashryn is not currently present?"
[20:35] <Feana> She gives a shrug. "If the prognosticators are right, there's not anyone left outside these Arches. What's the point?" He watches as the new boy turns in place. "Yeah, you're fine. And Ash's probably off annoying the living guildmasters about their craft."
[20:36] <Earthflame> "Very well. I, ah... Will just do some light cleaning, then?" He nods, looking around. "I hope to help your ladyships live in the manner you're used to, even here... My family have served dignitaries for four generations, and I'm honoured to serve you now." He gives another bow... More nervousness showing in his expression.
[20:38] * Feana shrugs again. "I try to keep my things tidy. Ash's another story, though. But you're welcome to it. And c'mon, relax, we don't bite. Or I don't, at least. Mary...is kinda quick on the trigger finger there."
[20:40] <Feld> "Only with those I do not know and those who I know not to trust," Mary states firmly. "Though...Luca," she steps closer to him, "would you be willing to eat my food before me? To check for poison? It is a little nerve-wracking to eat my food first, you see."
[20:40] <Feld> "It would be a very great help."
[20:41] <Earthflame> "I, ah... I would be more than willing to act as food taster, Lady Maribella." He nods again. "Although I don't think it would be necessary..." He shuffles his feet, smiling between them. "Still... I'm gld to do what I can to help. I know it's a strange time for all of us, ah... But I hope that, together, we can all make it through in good shape." He gives them both a warm, pleasant
[20:41] <Earthflame> smile... His features strikingly feminine.
[20:49] <Feld> "Oh, I'm sure you'll be very useful!" She steps even closer, bending her knees to bring their faces level, her dark green eyes looking into his. "What are you going to do first?"
[20:50] <Earthflame> ...And that makes him blush a bit, having a pretty girl so close~ "Well, as I said, some light cleaning... I can wash clothes, cook, clean, make repairs or adjustments... I am, ah, at your disposal." He tries. He tries so very hard. But he Is a teenager... And he's bad at concealing his eyes dipping down to her chest.
[20:54] <Feld> Mary tilts her head as she sees Luca's eyes dip down, his throat bob as he swallows at the sight.  Her smile widens and she reaches out and pinches one of his cheeks.  "If you are an assassin, you're such a cute one
[20:54] <Feld> ~"
[20:55] <Earthflame> "Ahh, My lady?" He blushes pinkly, his composure almost totally broken. "Please, I, ah..."
[20:55] * Feana all but audibly rolls her eyes behind Maribella. "Give it a rest, Mary, he's fine."
[20:57] <Feld> Mary gives Luca's cheek a little tug, leaving it red, as she giggles. "I don't think he is one now," she says to Feana before turning back to Luca. "A blush isn't the reaction of someone who wanted to do evil things to me, is it?"
[20:58] <Feana> "Depends on who considers 'getting laid' evil."
[20:58] <Earthflame> "N-no, Ma'am!" He squeaks. "I'm here for your service, nothing more!"
[20:58] <Feana> "That's a service, too, Luca. Watch out for that one."
[20:59] <Feld> Mary blinks and turns to Feana.  "...is that not typical behavior towards servants in this country?"
[20:59] <Earthflame> His jaw drops... And he rapidly turns towards a wall. "I would never think of such a thing, lady Feana! I..."
[20:59] <Feana> "You can think it all you like," she counters. "Just be careful about acting on it, eh?"
[21:00] <Earthflame> "I wouldn't dream of it!" He starts to crabwalk around the room, staying facing the wall.
[21:00] <Feana> "You should dream of it, though. What else do you have to look forward to for the next five years?"
[21:01] <Feld> Mary looks very confused and mumbles to herself, "I suppose I should respect the customs of this country while I'm here...."
[21:02] <Earthflame> "It is improper, Lady Feana, Lady Maribella... I am here to assist you, not to, ah... Fantasize about you..." HIs voice squeaks as he touches on the word, nearing the door...
[21:04] <Feld> Blinking out of her reverie, Mary sees him crabwalking toward the door.  "Where are you going?"
[21:04] <Feana> "Hey," she calls. "There's only so much you can do about that. And what do I care? Not like I have a family to be offended, or an adoring public holding my graven image in highest esteem. And you're our age--I think--so if nothing else it'd be weird if you DIDN'T."
[21:05] <Earthflame> "I, to, ah, compose myself, Lady Maribella... I would not be long... And your compassion is heartening, Lady Feana, but it is still improper..."
[21:05] <Feana> Another emotive shrug. "Suit yourself."
[21:06] <Feld> "Compose yourself?" Mary looks ever more confused, her eyebrows nearly touching each other. "Could you take our washing with you at least, if you compose yourself near the laundry?"
[21:07] <Earthflame> "I, ah, yes Ma'am..." He crabwalks more, trying to avoid getting in either line of sight... But the tight trousers make the bulge rather hard to conceal as he goes to collect the princesses clothes. "I will attend to these personally..."
[21:10] * Feana waves at him, grinning as she watches him move--her red eyes have a glint in them that tells Luca she knows exactly what he's trying to hide. "Might want to carry everything on your left," she suggests.
[21:11] <Feld> Mary looks back and forth between Feana and Luca, still very confused.
[21:12] <Earthflame> "Y-yes Ma'am." He nods, picking up the pile, fumbling... A look of dread falling over his face as silky, lacy things spill from the pile of cloth. "I, I'll just..."
[21:13] <Feld> "Oh, do be careful! Lace can tear quite easily!"
[21:15] <Earthflame> His blush is nigh on iridescent as he leans down to add the underthings to the pile, trying to carefully stack them while not looking at them. "I, if you'll excuse me, ladies..."
[21:18] <Feld> Mary watches as he gropes blindly for her scattered underwear. "Are you feeling poorly, Luca?"
[21:19] <Earthflame> "I'm quite well, my ladies, let me just..." He finally gets it all, before standing and trying to rush out of the room, not really looking where he's going-
[21:26] <Feana> "I think he was feeling something else," she says slyly to Maribella.
[21:27] <Sarssol> This proves to be both Luka's downfall and the downfall of Briar. Quite literally, both teens crashing to the floor from the unexpected impact. "Woah, you alright?"
[21:28] <Earthflame> "Argh- Briar?! I, this is..." He blinks... As a pair of panties float down, landing upon his head. His skin matches the deep red colour of the fabric, as he raises his hands and flails. "This isn't what it looks like!"
[21:30] <Sarssol> "It isn't?" Briar looks absolutely baffled all of a sudden as he gets to his feet. "So if you weren't assigned to do laundry... What are you doing?" Unlike his friend, Briar is fairly tall and sturdily built, with somewhat shaggy hair.
[21:34] <Earthflame> "...I was assigned to do laundry!" He grabs at the scattered garments- carefully- and gathers them up. "I meant I wasn't stealing the princesses underwear or anything like that!"
[21:36] <Sarssol> "Why would you wanna steal underwear?! I don't think it would fit you?" Briar is no less confused now. "And you said that it wasn't what it looked like, but now you say it's laundry which is what it looked like?"
[21:37] <Earthflame> "I don't wear womens underwear! I, well, apart from that time Lady Betty made me..." He pauses, realising he uttered those words within easy hearing distance of the princesses quarters...
[21:39] <Sarssol> Briar laughs and slaps Luka on the shoulder. "Sounds uncomfortable. You gotta stand up for yourself, Luka."
[21:40] <Earthflame> "Easy for you to say, Briar..." He sighs, standing a little unsteadily. "Have you been assigned a work role yet? From what I heard, I got off easy on maid duty." Another unwise line to utter within earshot of the princess dorm...
[21:41] <Feld> Mary has sat down on the bed opposite of Feana's, half-listening to the conversation in the hallway.
[21:42] <Sarssol> "They've had me moving boxes for the past few days." Briar responds with a half shrug. "It's boring, but supplies need to get where they're going, I guess."
[21:43] <Feld> She leans over to Feana, speaking softly as she glances at the open door. "Why was he trying so hard to hide his arousal?"
[21:44] <Feana> "That whole 'It isn't proper!' thing he had going," she replies, her voice jumping into falsetto to imitate his.