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Misfire: Checkerboard (CRACKPAIRING AHEAD)

Date: 2014-04-29 01:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
There is no way I'm passing this up...

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"FUCK YES!" a loud cry came causing the First Emissary Elenwen to pause and General Tullius to lower his glass across from her.

"What was that?" he said and before she could answer there was a loud banging noise from above causing some of the party goers to look up before there was an onslaught of the same curse being repeated over and over, a bit of dust falling from the ceiling.

She found herself looking up briefly as well before her eyes moved and she counted the guests. She was missing someone. Someone who was going to have their skinned flayed off if they were doing what she was thinking.

"Ondolemar!" she called and her senior Justiciar swept to her side, his glass half filled with wine but his eyes were still sharp. "Go see what that racket is and deal with it accordingly."

"Yes, my Lady," he bowed and he disappeared leaving the guests around her to remain silent, the air awkward before the banging stopped. She let out a sigh and turned back to General Tullius though his eyes were still on the ceiling.

"As you were saying, General?"

"I asked what that was," he said making her press her lips together. "Ambassador? I thought you said your Embassy was locked down. Impenetrable."

"It is," she said in a hard tone when beside her one of the new Imperial Jarls smirked and began to speak.

"No one said someone's got in, General," Maven Black-Briar raised a brow as she took a sip of her wine causing the Jarl of Falkreath to smirk beside her. "I think the real question here is, who is missing?"

"Who is missing?" Vittoria Vici asked and she looked around frantically before her shoulders fell. "Well, Erikur is still here. Guess we can rule out him being disgusting upstairs."

"Excuse me? Did someone call for a bitch?" he replied, pretending not to see her. "Because all I hear is the barking from a loudmouth dog!"

"Asshole!" she shot back and Jarl Balgruuf spoke above them.

"Where's Jarl Elisif?"

There was a silence and Elenwen found herself pressing her tongue against her cheek. She looked to General Tullius who suddenly took on a disturbed look and she had to leave, fluttering past her guards who held the door open and she took the stairs two at a time, moving to the bedrooms she knew were aligned with the Hall. Sure enough, she found Ondolemar and he was leaning against doorframe smirking when she came to him.

She looked to him and he merely held his hand out, indicating she could go inside and she stepped in, staring at the Future High Queen of Skyrim along with her companion.

"Rulindil," she spat. "What are you doing?!"

Her Interrogator straightened himself a bit, his black eyes meeting hers.

"Nothing, my Lady."

She turned to Elisif who was flushed and she looked between them both before frantically speaking. "We weren't doing anything. I was feeling ill and I came across your Justiciar who kindly helped me."

She stared at them both before she went to Ondolemar. "Ondolemar, what-"

"Oh, you don't want to know, my dear Lady," he smiled. "But let's just say... the Future Queen is very flexible."

She stared at him in horror and he merely chuckled and looked away.

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Re: Misfire: Checkerboard (CRACKPAIRING AHEAD)

Date: 2014-05-06 12:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
lol, what lovely crack :)

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