Private Conversations with the Lady

[soulspice]

[Welcome to the Lady's...not home far from home, but it's a place she tolerates. The moment you enter it's clear she did her best to make this office in the bookstore a place she approves.

Outfitted with an overly plush chair on a rather elaborate rug, the desk is overflowing with countless books stacked everywhere, with everything serving as a makeshift bookshelf including an errant fax machine. The Lady seems to have tried her best to make the amenities up to her standards: there’s a tray with a teapot, notes everywhere written with confusing ciphers, and what seems to be an attempt to make a generator, but wasn’t completed.

Where the Lady sits it’s far more orderly, facing the door and giving her the high ground against anyone who enters. On the far wall hangs a large portrait of the Lady, adding character and additional charm. Truly, this is the office of someone who wants you to feel small before her presence.

And, there on her chair, there she is. When the door opened she turned her head towards you, seeing who it was. Invariably of who it is, she sighs like this is a big interruption of her work, and keeps writing and drawing]

Don't touch anything and make sure you don't track mud in. If you have any complaints go see Rembrandt.

[She didn't even look up while saying that. So, what brings you to her office today?]

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WEEK 2

[soulspice]

[This time the Lady has something on her desk: some sort of large handheld cannon. She's giving it the finishing touches. Jolly!]

[drydrown]

[But is she still wearing a godawful amount of yellow -

I mean.

So the thing she's messing with is going to get a bit of A Look from Cumore, but that's...fine, probably; the point is that he actually seems to be seeking her out on purpose today, as opposed to just wandering in.]

I assume you're feeling better today...? Things seemed a bit rough at the execution.

[soulspice]

[Oh, you know it! Still yellow. At least there's more brown than yellow today]

I'm feeling peachy. Working does wonders when it's about calming down.

[Although internally she's kind of screaming right now. Was it that obvious she was so upset during the execution? Boy, sometimes she hates she shows her emotions so easily when she's not acting]

[drydrown]

[...you seemed a little upset, honey.]

...There's likely some irony in that I prefer to kill things to regulate that. You know, hunting and all. Perhaps we'll start killing each other for lack of a better outlet eventually.

[cumore, no.]

[soulspice]

While I have no qualms with killing, I'd like not to make killing for no reason a habit of mine. [She snickered] Are you proposing that as a motive? Should I lock you all in one building until someone starts killing because the ennui broke them?

monday afternoon

[reanbeans]

[ Dear Aidios, what in the name of the goddess did he walk into?!

As soon as he stepped into the office, Rean almost stepped right back out! ]

...What's going on in here?

[soulspice]

I'm working, obviously. What does this I'm doing look like to you, darling?

[As if people worked on this kind of weapons all of a sudden, haha]

[reanbeans]

It looks like you're handling a dangerous weapon.

[ Definitely not something that's normal. Then again, he couldn't term The Lady as normal at all. ]

...Are you making more dangerous weapons like this one or is this just a special occasion?

[ Since it did seem like she'd just finished making it when he'd waltzed right in. ]

[soulspice]

Oh, you could say this is a special occasion, and I'm glad you arrived just when I was finishing it. [She takes the cannon on one arm] Door. Close.

[Without further warning, the door slams closed, and the sound of a lock engaging can be heard. The Lady shoulders the cannon, grinning at Rean]

You'll be the first one to experience the effectivity of this cannon. Any last words?

[sorry lum you tripped a trap and therefore rean is dying. see you at graveyard.

Okay, no, haha, it'll be fine]

tuesday

[galrarm]

[ Knock, knock, Lady. A moment later, he'll step inside and eye the thing on her desk. ]

I hope I'm not bothering you.

[soulspice]

If I didn't want to be bothered I'd lock the door. Believe me, darling, a distraction is welcome.

[She lets go of her screwdriver]

What do you want?

[galrarm]

Fair enough.

[ A pause. ]

Just Shiro is fine, by the way. [ no petnames thank you!! ] I have a question. More than one, depending.

[soulspice]

[She looks up, a bit surprised]

I don't really do nicknames. Especially towards those I'm subjugating.

[She'd sooner call him his full name than 'Shiro', hah! But at least she seems willing to talk]

I don't promise answers. If that's fine then go ahead, ask me anything.

Thursday.

[twoasone]

[ Oh, hey! That canon gets his attention. ]

Hello again... Is that canon something of your own design?

[soulspice]

Indeed it is. In my world I have a few other versions. [She turns it around, examining the casing carefully] Remaking it keeps my manual skills sharp.

[twoasone]

I see... [ He kind of wants to touch it, but he knows better than that. After all, he doesn't like people manhandling his own creations. ]

I take it, this is a weapon to help with your executions?

[ortion]

[Dist probably had a proper reason for visiting the Lady today, but it's her latest gadget that has his immediate attention when he steps inside- this time thankfully completely dry.]

Well, what is this, then? Your next execution weapon?

[He can't help himself. It's...it's totally the sort of thing he would affix to one of his robots.]

[soulspice]

If only. [She sighs] But no. This isn't a fatal weapon. I just remake it every once in a while to stay sharp.

[The Lady would love to have a death ray or two here in Krakow, buuut there are some obstacles. Augh]

[ortion]

Understandable. I've considered toying around with the tram for a similar purpose, as I've yet to find very many loose parts to work with.

[He internally wonders if the Lady is getting hers from her forbidden workshop. Maybe he'll have to ask in a bit, but for now...]

Do you primarily make weapons, then?

[He's heard a few things about the Lady from the conversations she's had with others, but gossip is gossip. He'd like to hear from her.]

[raventhaw]

So.

What would it take to get a peek inside of that book of yours?

[soulspice]

[Well that sure is something to ask right after entering]

Hello, Raven. Yes, I'm having a good day, thank you for asking.

[She couldn't care less about the lack of pleasantries, but when has that ever stopped her from being a pain?]

That doesn't come from free. I have one request.

[raventhaw]

[ raven says nothing to that remark, but as for the request... ]

And what would that be?

Thursday

[deadlygoals]

[ He'll peek at that cannon. Looking it over carefully to see if there's anything he can recognize on it. Triggering mechanism, power source, that kind of thing... ]

Looks like you've been busy~ What does it do?

Re: Thursday

[soulspice]

[Well that's a trigger mechanism over there, with...a trigger, as if it's a really oversized gun. That seems to be about it, in terms of what can be understood right away]

Fires some soft projectiles. It's not lethal, I'm building it just to stay sharp.

[deadlygoals]

[ Looks fun, but isn't a quick way to die. ]

Where do you find the parts for it?

[ Will she let him touch it? Because he's going to poke it ]