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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 7, 2023 10:07:19 GMT -5
Mrs Bucket knocks on Madame Beljurils office door *knock, knock* she waits a moment for an answer, when one does not come she opens the door shuffling in quietly and closes it behind her softly.
The curtains are drawn so it is pitch black, every floor board makes a slight creek when stepped on and still no sound other then Mrs Bucket herself.
She steadily makes her way to the curtains to pull them back, letting in light and fresh air.
Turning to make her way out the office she spots a familiar arm hanging over the edge of the chair, favourite wine glass in right hand empty...she turns a shade of white...putting a hand over her mouth to hold in a scream, she creeps around the chair, her eyes tearing up...all she can think of is the worst...all possible thoughts running through her head...when did they last speak...when did she last see her...she was sure she was fine when she saw her yesterday...
Taking one deep breath and readying herself for the worst she moves around to the front of the chair, stretching out a hand to feel for a pulse, not wanting to look at her face or even past her arm to check...she feels a pulse its low indicating healthy, likely restful and she sighs in relief, her eyes raise to look as a single tear rolls down her cheek.
Madame Beljuril is simply resting though unusual for her at this hour, Mrs Bucket rests a hand on her cheek cupping it caringly...it stirs her to wake some and thats when Mrs Bucket notices it, a shiner...a blemish upon that beautiful complexion.
Many more questions race through her head yet she can do nothing but comfort Madame Beljuril without an exchange of words, Madame Beljuril smiles softly to Mrs Bucket and asks how she is, her voice soft and tired, they continue to quietly converse.
Some bell tolls later Madame Beljuril is dressed, wine glass filled with the first pour of the finest red wine she could find the day before, she brings it to her lips carefuly...savouring the taste and scent a moment before she lets it soothe her soul.
Wandering slowly over to the window, resting a hand upon cold a pane shes smiles as she catches him just in time, lowering to sit on the sill of the window to watch him militantly pace through the docks to the east.
There is a knock at the office door, she sighs deeply...today is to be a busy day "Please do not rip my door from it hinges you may come in and please -gently- close the door behind you" in steps the amazonian girl with a few heavy foot stomps.
The amazonian girl motions to her face and remarks about more security from customers and clients at risk of violence...she simply shakes her head and chuckles lightly "We understand the risks we take in this line of work, you made sure that they where promptly escorted and my well being safer, that is more then enough"
The amazonian looks frustrated a moment though thinks twice of questioning "Besides, men like a woman with scars and stories to tell right?" she chuckles awkwardly... the amazonian isnt impressed one bit, she is protective, "Besides today isnt about me, we have respects to pay and say goodbye to a dear friend, that must come first, this can wait."
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 8, 2023 10:04:31 GMT -5
After attending the wake Madame Beljuril had spent all tenday dreading she returns to The Prancing Bull, arm linked through his smiling happily.
She leads him to the front door where they share a passionate embrace, she giggles against his lips before she turns to unlock the door and motions him to keep quiet placing a finger lightly to her lips.
They sneak through the main room quietly, all curtains are drawn and windows shut. Not a creeky floor board was put pressure on. They find themselves at the door of her office where she makes another move for a passionate embrace, she had missed him dearly and they rare have these moments, she wanted to drink it all in and live in the moment for as long as possible with him.
Her office door swings open and he catches it before it hits the wall, closing it behind them. Finaly...they are alone...
In the morning she wakes opening her beautiful aqua sparkling eyes to find him still there and her heart stops a moment...out of happiness, she dare make a sound though simply places a hand on his cheek cupping it lovingly, watching him a moment thinking how she was the luckiest woman alive.
A few moments pass and he starts to wake himself, she smiles at him softly and they likely share a gentle moment before she unwraps herself from having her head on his chest and a leg resting over his, a blanket all that covers her. She sits on the edge of the bed and dresses herself in one of those likely now signature silken hour glass figure hugging dresses. He offers to take her for a wander around the city and for some breakfast...she sighs smiling happily, ever the gentleman he never did leave her to wake alone and once more he spent time with her after...something she'd never experienced until him...
They wandered the stalls of the docks first where she would explain all the plans she had for meals for her establishment, in the hopes it would make customers and clients feel more at comfort, furniture that would look great with the current decor...it would go on like for this for a short time though she would know all too well not to overwhelm him with too much window shopping and head for breakfast where they would share more conversations of times since past and how life is treating them both at current, from a distance they are the closest any two could be, she hung on his every word...her eyes never leaving his gaze they spent a few bell tolls catching up this way though she knew soon things would return to business as normal and although it saddened her she knew why and that this is the way it must be.
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 9, 2023 7:15:09 GMT -5
Its in the dead of night, the twins are awake and wandering the halls in complete silence.
They hear noises coming from the main room then up the stairs and then infront of Madame Beljurils office, they back against the wall not to be seen though peering to the side, they see Madame Beljuril and a man embracing eachother passionately.
They smile between eachother and stay there until the two dissapear into her office, the door closing promptly behind them.
Once they are sure they wont be seen or heard they make their way down to the main room, not making a single sound heading for the kitchen behind the bar and helping themselves to a midnight snack of a sandwich and drink of water.
They sign and gossip between eachother about what they had just seen though agree to keep it to themselves, it had been some time since they had seen Madame Beljuril smile like that and they didnt wanna ruin it this day.
Once they had eaten their fill they shared a seat infront of the piano and began to play a romantic song that echoed through the building as once before ones right hand the others left hand rested upon the keys, they were high in spirits after the wake, perhaps it was what they needed, this person having meant something to them and being close in age it might have hit them harder then any gave credit for.
Shadow jumped atop the piano early hours Mrs Bucket not far behind, he meowed along beautifuly to their song...they giggled or more...made the motion of but no sound came. Mrs Bucket grinned with delight at this scene before her, happy that all things seemed to have settled down in this building, the girls all getting along.
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 10, 2023 3:32:50 GMT -5
Madame Beljuril returns from her stroll with the gentleman from the night before. A bright smile upon her face she makes her way through the front door of the establishment to find herself under the gaze of all the staff, girls and Mrs Bucket...
Her eyes glance over each, they look to her expectantly...she pauses for thought a moment and simply offers them a smile "Alright, its lovely to see all your faces so bright and early an hour this must mean you are ready to work hmm?" with those words the staff make for their posts, the girls grin and wander back to their seats...Mrs Bucket though, lords know she is a stubborn one and persists to follow Madame Beljuril to her office for further investigation Shadow is ofcourse in close persuit.
Meanwhile the girls all gossip amongst themselves as is to be expected, the amazonian could be heard shouting at the top of her lungs "If it isnt about training with rocks and boulders I aint interested"...the room would fall silent a few moments before manic laughter could be heard from the rest of the girls, The book wyrm simply turns a page and rolls her eyes considering hitting one of them with a book if they dont cease their constant mouth noise then thinks that would be far too harmful to the book and continues to lose herself in her stories. The twins are playing the piano as they normaly do ones right hand the others left gracing the keys with their presence, it is a happy song they play as background to this joyful scene.
Mrs Bucket and Shadow are sat opposite Madame Beljuril at her desk as she goes over some paperwork regarding refurbishment and building plans, she smiles to herself "You know, this place will feel more a womans touch to it when were done and it should draw in more customers once we change that outdated policy that has no business being in the way of -my- business" Mrs Bucket grins in relief "Wont 'at mean more trouble?" Madame Beljuril smiles confidently "It very well might do but given who our amazonian is married to and how they send us some boys as guards now and then I think such trouble might be a thing of the past" Mrs Bucket leans over squinting a moment "An' your shiner?" Madame Beljuril touches it softly absent mindedly "A foolish mistake of a customer with delusions of grandeur" Mrs Bucket sighs looking sad a brief moment "A' understand, jus' scared me is all, this business, we dont choose it, we dont ask fer it yet it finds us and we must make it our own ya know?" Madame Beljuril stops what she is doing and raises from her chair, walking around the desk and holds Mrs Bucket's hand caringly "While true, you have me and for as long as there is air in my lungs none of us shall ever experience any more hardship in these roles we find ourselves, I run this not just for me, for all of you, I wont see any of you on the streets and while under my roof you will be cared for, we can save others too, the wake gave me an idea, in her honour there is something I will need your help with in due time Mrs Bucket"
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 11, 2023 3:06:29 GMT -5
Madame Beljuril slowly opens her eyes, her long lashes flutter some without the intention. Glancing around her office she sees the paperwork atop her desk complete and caught up with, law books open on various pages as one could imagine running such an establishment means knowing the laws, a bottle of the finest red wine available in Cormyr all but empty and her favourite wine glass decorated finely in her right hand, holding it so softly she smiles fondly at the glass, it clearly holds some deep meaning to her.
She rises from her comfy chair, it has seen her rest many a night in its cosey and inviting embrace. The curtains are drawn and window closed from the night before...she scrunches her nose a little and pulls back the curtains letting in the days first light of dawn...it blazes through the window panes causing her to at first wince some though that doesnt last long, she opens the window and is immediately hit with the scent of that fresh dock air she has grown to love.
The docks are alive with people getting ready for anothers days hard graft, the stall workers bring their wares of varying kinds from food to odds and sods, the dock workers head towards the ships for maitenance while they are docked and her neighbours shops all opening up, should any glance her way she would offer a smile and an elegant wave. To her it was like watching a well rehearsed play or a choreographed dance routine, each with their parts and performed perfectly.
*Knock knock*
She sighs to herself as her own little routine is interupted "You may enter, please do close the door behind you" her attention pulled away from the window, she rises from its sill she sat upon. It is the book wyrm girl, book in hand as is the norm. They both take a seat either side of her desk and converse on possible themed nights and activities of afforementioned themed nights..ofcourse the book wrym girl wants a book club night, Madame Beljuril would rub her temples some though smile reminding her of the type of establishment it is though it wouldnt hurt to try once every now and then though to be fair to the other girls they would each have to pick a themed night to run and all would join in eachothers nights, the book wyrm nods and makes a note of this ensuring she will ask each girl and inform them of such.
Madame Beljuril bids the book wyrm farewell and returns to her window in time to gaze upon him marching with militant pace through the crowds of the docks to the east side until he is out of sight, thus begins her day with a sigh and a smile she reaches into the safe pulling a bottle of fine red wine from it to pour into her glass, bringing it slowly to her lips savouring scent first then taking that coveted first sip and it soothes the ache enough to carry on with her day.
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 12, 2023 13:46:33 GMT -5
Its the quietest hours of the night.
The amazonian girl is out on the docks training with rocks of varying sizes and shapes.
The only sounds she makes are grunts, heavy breathing here and there.
Her loving husband smaller of frame watches from under the canopy of the building as it pours with rain.
She isnt the least bit deterred by the weather conditions they seem to even spur on her efforts.
Her training persists until the dawns first light dances across the sky, she wipes her brow now dripping with sweat from hard earnt gains.
Smiling to her husband she picks him up and places him on one shoulder as her triumphant king, she makes her way across the docks and she would converse matters of the mind with him, support his every idea, feeling and concerns.
She takes him for breakfast, she orders the biggest they have...a training girl needs but the best quality of meat available with a glass of milk to wash it down with, she makes sure he eats and drinks well too, a mind of such calibur needs proper grub to function at its brightest and best.
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 13, 2023 3:09:25 GMT -5
Its a busy night for the establishment.
There are customers and clients gathered around the piano.
The twins are playing as they always do sharing the seat, ones left hand completing the others right hand commanding those keys to play the tune desired in perfect sync as though for the moment they are one.
The tune is a soulful ballad accompanied by Madame Beljurils soft and elegant voice as she lay on her side atop the piano, the words all but matching the mood set by the twins.
Every customer, client, staff member and girl are entranced by the voice, they hadnt realised Madame Beljuril had a flair for such. She would move to a sitting postion atop the piano when the chorus came and her voice from elegant and soft became strong and powerful as did the tune played on the piano by the twins reflect the build up...jaws dropped...eyes widened and the room fell silent all but for her voice and the twins playing the piano before it returned to soft and elegant, piano likewise softening.
This carried on until the song came to close and her voice fell even softer with a sweet tone as she sang the last verse, the twins likewise played the piano out matching...there wasnt a dry eye left in the building, then a loud roar of applause, clapping and whistling filled the main room.
Madame Beljuril dismounted the piano elegantly wine glass in right hand filled with fine red wine giving but a deep and respectful bow for such a reaction...she hadnt expected as such for a passtime though she also motioned for the twins to take a bow as a singer is only as good as the musicians that accompany them.
She would retire to her office for a while leaving the girls to shut up the establishment with the help of the amazonian and the bouncer, once behind her office door she would lean against it sliding down until she was sat against it shedding a single tear that fell to the ground for what felt like an eternity and quietly whispers "This good ole life" downing what was left in her wine glass...
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Post by demolicious on Oct 13, 2023 13:48:12 GMT -5
Marcus winds his way through the crowd of customers, the bard's feet dancing in tune of the piano calling him from other side of the crowd, every step sliding out of the way of one patron, spinning another around and leaving her in arms of a surprised stranger as they trade places, or slipping between between another pair. All the while weaving his way closer to the front, without disrupting the crowd.
He can't help but quietly sing along to the music himself, shadows of the room and the crowds, cast by flickering firelight from candles and lamps, dancing along in tune with the music and the bard's steps. Plenty of opportunity for mischief or disruption, but Marcus restrained himself, this time. A moment like this belonged to the performers and the bard would not bring himself to break it, even as a jest.
Once he'd reached his goal at front of the crowd, Marcus settled, watching the performance with curious intensity. But it wasn't Beljuril's elegant form that he focused on, or the song she was singing. The bard's eyes were instead fixated upon the pair of hands dancing across the piano's keys, each hand attached to a different person, yet working in perfect harmony. His gaze traced up along the arms to their owners, taking a moment to appreciate the silent twins, before returning to watch the fingerwork. Not once did his eyes leave them for rest of the performance.
When the performance came to an end, he applauded enthusiastically, schooling his face into a warm, roguish smile with glimmer of mischief in his eyes. The bard swept his way over to the twins almost as soon as they'd taken their bows, congratulating them on their performance in friendly, one could almost say affectionate, manner. Fingers briefly brushing along the piano's keys, testing their tuning and responsiveness, before turning his attention back to the twins, inquiring where they'd learned to play and expressing interest on hearing more, perhaps they'd have opportunity to play together?
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 14, 2023 1:32:18 GMT -5
The twins beamed at his presence, they did not expect him there.
They each took to Marcus's side wrapping an arm each around his shoulders.
They would grin cheekily and nod between themselves motioning to a quieter corner in the main room.
Leading him gently with each step a calculated one as to avoid bumping into any other customer or client.
Once they are in a more peaceful corner they would make sure to have his hands in each of theirs and sign into it in a way he would recognise though no one would be none the wiser, it would just look as though they are enjoying a moment as is standard and this is if any even cared to watch not too busy with their own moments.
The twins agreed to converse more on their talents and maybe even play with him in time to come, he need only ask and they will make time when they had nights off.
Their hands then stopped signing for a while as they simply enjoyed a stolen moment while they had it, spending the rest of the night with Marcus until closing where they would have each bid him farewell with a warm embrace.
The twins would then lend a hand in closing up for the night with the other girls and staff before making their way to Madame Beljurils office.
*knock knock, softly*
"Please do enter silent sisters and close the door behind you" *she knew each knock for its individuality*
They enter and do as asked...likely converse with her on what they had spoken with regarding Marcus and Madame Beljuril agrees it would be a good idea for them to make bonds and socialise more where they could so they each have her blessing so long as they put in the elbow grease the same alongside everyone else in the building, the twins nodded happily in agreement.
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 16, 2023 8:54:42 GMT -5
It was the day of the beach party and Madame Beljuril couldnt help but smile ear to ear.
She would have his company and conversation for the duration of the outing.
She woke up as normal in her office chair, paperwork built upon the desk again, an empty bottle of finest red wine she could find at the market and her favourite glass...just looking at it made her feel safe, respected and cared for.
The curtains where drawn, the only light was the candles on her chandelier hanging above the center of the room, illuminating enough without being overbearing.
She called for Mrs Bucket to draw her a bath as hot as she could with the finest of scents available meanwhile she pulled back the curtains and lights first dawn hadnt yet broken the night sky with its dance of the clouds, the market was quiet, the dock workers still snoozing the early hours away and her neighbours at their homes likely preparing to make way.
Once the bath was drawn Madame Beljuril slipped into its warm depth letting the heat release tension within her body, staring at the ceiling a while relaxing she thought about what she might wear to the beach.
She dressed herself ready for the outing adding those finishing touches to a simple yet feminine beach outfit, she didnt want to show as anything less then elegant as was her way.
There he stood waiting outside the establishment for her, smiling softly she walked over gracefuly each step lighter then the last linking arms and motioning for them to wander to the destination in question, they would talk some along the way...mostly it was her talking.
They arrived some time later at the beach greeting those they knew, thanking for the invites and spending some time mingling, Madame Beljuril finaly met with Temptress Kira Pashar and offered her the position of healer for the girls and members of staff due to her persistence and patience which Madame Beljuril was greatful for.
The time drew close they had to depart though not without thanking the hostess with the mostess Miss Zoey for hosting such a thoughtful and beautifuly arranged party with a warm embrace.
Madame Beljuril would link arms with him near enough the whole time rarely departing his presence, she felt safe, respected and cared for around him. He walked her to the front door of the establishment where she would try her luck with some of her femimine charm in the hopes he would reciprocate.
To her delight they shared another passionate embrace...quietly they would make their way through the building to where they desired to be, sharing small moments of passionate embraces leading upto her office door, her fingers laced with his she opened the door and he would close it behind them sharing a gentle kiss, holding eachother close...
The next morning Madame Beljuril would open her eyes glancing over to him still there laid next to her and she would snuggle into him, stroking his chest while she lay a head there to listen to his heart beat, smiling blissfuly making the most of the time before it ended like it always does, with a wander and breakfast before they would part ways and its back to business as usual.
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 17, 2023 4:56:09 GMT -5
It was the dead of night and the twins where awake.
This was their usual haunting hour looking for nutrition and hydration.
Though they were writting a letter, smiling coy between eachother as they did.
Cracking a window open enough they snuck out silently, retreating down the wall and finaly reaching the ground.
They would wander the back streets of the capital, avoiding street lights and main paths.
Their destination the Northwest Market, appartments building.
Stalking the halls they found the door the letter was destined for.
Together ones right hand the others left they slid the enevelope holding the carefuly written letter under the door enough.
Smiling in relief their task was done they headed home the same route they took, making not a single sound as though they where never there.
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 18, 2023 8:53:48 GMT -5
Early hours of the morning and the amazonian is weight training with stones of varying sizes.
She aims to be the strongest girl in the building...she likely already is but it doesnt stop her from aiming higher.
She grunts and gurns, sweating and panting as she lifts stones, some heavier then others.
Her husband isnt far away from her and watches from a safe distance.
Hours pass of this training, by the end of it she is sore and hungry, yoinking him up onto her shoulder she carries him off to find some breakfast for the pair of them with a smile on her face.
They enjoy a quiet breakfast together, he discusses all manners of things regarding theories and statistics...she talks gains and grains...its a fun dynamic they have though it seems to work for them.
She leans down to kiss him on the cheek and hug him before she makes her way to start her shift, her fellow girls need her presence to keep the rowdier of the customers and clients on best behaviour.
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 20, 2023 8:06:21 GMT -5
It has been a busy few nights within the walls of the establishment. Customers and clients pouring in from all backgrounds and walks of life. Madame Beljuril entertains the main room with her elegant voice again commanding the attention of all whom surrounded the performance area, the twins dextrously playing the piano as they always do, ones right hand complimenting the others left in perfect sync as though they became one. The book wyrm sits at a table reading her favourite manual on anatomy as people fawn for her attention, she considers fighting them off with the spine of her book if they continue to disturb her reading time though thinks better then to treat a book so poorly and offers them but a coy smirk and challenge of being far more interesting then the book she reads, they take this challenge and...most failed miserably though some far surpassed it to her suprise, those very much earnt her attention for the eve. The amazonian is flexing and posing as she stands on guard duty at the door, customers and clients would marvel in awe at the sculpture of this strong woman and effort she puts into the body she has achieved with great lengths, some even asking her secret, she would tell them as she always did, big rocks...they would laugh in disbelief and wander off tankards in hand, jokes on them it is exactly how she earnt those gains. The advertisement once in the most prominent window had been removed as a healer had been found and hired, though in its place another advertisment had been placed for entertainment of varying kinds so long as it remained "classy"
The nights end drew close and it was time to escort all customers and clients from the premesis, they knew the drill by now and would make their way without giving staff or the girls too much lip.
Madame Beljuril calls for a meeting once the doors where locked, windows shut, curtains drew closed and lights dimmed.
As the staff cleaned and carried about their tasks before leaving until the next day.
This meeting ran for a few bell tolls before some of the girls where seen leaving the building and heading for home if they didnt reside within.
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 22, 2023 7:03:46 GMT -5
Early hours of the morning...
Temptress Kira comes to visit the girls and staff
She checks on their overall health physicaly and mentally
She gives each her time and gentle care
Making sure that they are able to continue their roles within the establishment in the best of health
They each thank her and enjoy her company, conversing a time and sharing amusing tales while she has the time as she is a busy woman
Madame Beljuril makes sure that they all get to meet her and put a face to a name.
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