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Post by Stefan Connelly on Mar 30, 2007 13:28:55 GMT -5
Mr. Connelly looks up from his book and scans the room. Taking in all gathered as if taking a picture. smiling slightly to himself he returns to his book.
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Post by Beck on Mar 30, 2007 20:09:28 GMT -5
Beck halts his playing and nearly jumps from his seat, "Reeve Zavilla!" His smile is broad and genuine as he extends his hand. "I heard you were back in town, but I thiught it was just a rumour... Either way it's good to hear your voice again."
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Post by Joe Zavilla on Mar 30, 2007 22:12:15 GMT -5
Beck's smile is returned, as is the Hand shake. "Good to see you Beck and is nice to be back in town." Joe resends his hand and reverts back to his normal, less then agreeable demeanor. "Just for the record I’m not the Reeve, that’s Mister Kirkland I believe." The large masked ex-Sheriff looks around then walks over to a large bookcase that happens to be near by and leans into it. “So what’s this I hear about Sir Corwin Price Dying?”
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Post by Gabriel Theron on Mar 31, 2007 4:39:24 GMT -5
"Our latest project is coming along nicely. JJ is quite good at what he does... quite the find. How did you orrigonaly come across him? "
Rasing an eyebrow in interest at Michele's remark. "Considering what you have just mentioned... What is it that you would prefer to be called? From you, I would not take the use of my given name as a sign of lacking respect. You like me are of nobility."
"How do you say... " Taking a moment to find the right words. "It is merely a sign of warmth and friendship. Should you ever choose to use my given name , that is the meaning it will hold."
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Post by Beck on Mar 31, 2007 17:01:52 GMT -5
Beck's smile fades, "He will be missed, and someone will burn for it. You don't mess with those I hold close and walk away from it..." There is a long pause as Beck sits back down at the piano. "So, do you have a place set up or do you need some lodging until you get your feet back under you?"
...Another long pause finds Beck rocking and playing above the keys of the piano, "Michelle, the recorder please... I can hear it coming together..."
After a moment, he lowers his hands to the keys and begins a blues-rock song about long seperated friends coming home, this last exchange figuring heavily in it's composure, with a chorus filled with rage and pain about frieds lost. Occasionally he stops, thinks for a moment and then continues again.
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Post by Stefan Connelly on Apr 2, 2007 12:29:25 GMT -5
Mr. Connelly closes his book and looks at Michelle. "If I may intrude?" He stands too gracefully for a man his age, and nods to Gabriel.
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Post by Jasmine Ferndale on Apr 2, 2007 21:55:32 GMT -5
Enticed by the lovely music floating down the halls a young woman with long light brown hair pulled back into a braid wanders into the room.
She is wearing a plain blue floor length dress. It is conservative but still attractive. She smiles at the people in the room and finds a seat to listen to the music.
As she sits down she pulls out her journal and begins to write.
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Post by Michele Eisley on Apr 2, 2007 23:47:54 GMT -5
Michele looks at Mr. Connelly "I don't believe we have been intruduced.?"
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Post by Stefan Connelly on Apr 3, 2007 0:15:53 GMT -5
"My sincerest apologies." Connelly straightens. " My name is Stefan Connelly, I am new to this fair city." Bowing Connelly offers his hand. "It is a great honor Prince Eisley. I come to Calgary with high hopes that my specialized skills will be of use to you in particular." A smile glances across his lips. "I have been enjoying the wonderful flare of your city these last two nights, while the good Seneschal Mr.Redding has been beginning the process necessary for making an appointment to meet with you."
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Post by Beck on Apr 3, 2007 1:55:03 GMT -5
The song ends with Beck motionless at the piano, a look of unusual focused intensity on his face. After several minutes, he shakes his head and feels his way to the instrument cabinet at the side of the room. He removes a guitar and seats himself on the small couch next to Jasmie and begins a soft Mariachi piece reminiscent of Zavilla's enterance music, expanded to provide background for the various conversations. His ever-present smirk still hasn't returned, replaced by an unfamiliar intensity.
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Post by Jasmine Ferndale on Apr 3, 2007 13:25:39 GMT -5
Jasmine looks over at Beck and says "Hello. You play such wonderful music. My name is Jasmine and I am new in town. I am sorry if I have intruded. I was just looking to meet some faces since I am new here."
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Post by Joe Zavilla on Apr 3, 2007 19:00:44 GMT -5
Once Beck has finished playing and resituated him self, Joe replies to Beck’s question. "Thanks for the invite Beck, but my old haunt should still be undisturbed. If not, all the better!" Joe brakes away from the bookcase and starts walking for the door "Anyway I just stopped by to let you know I'm back, and I'm pissed about Corwin." As Joe enters the hallway he stops and looks at Beck "Do me a favor and let the word get out..."
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Post by Beck on Apr 3, 2007 21:14:39 GMT -5
When Jasmine speaks, Beck jumps and momentarily stops playing, muttering "So many people sneaking in here tonight, what ever happened to introducing yourself at the door?" before finishing the song.
Offering a friedly wave to Joe on his way out, "We all are, but your mad is scarier than my mad, so I'll be sure to let people know."
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Post by Jasmine Ferndale on Apr 3, 2007 22:50:27 GMT -5
Jasmine replies quietly to Beck, "I am so sorry. I was so captivated by your music that I seem to have forgotten my manners. I didn't mean to upset you."
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Post by Beck on Apr 3, 2007 23:24:58 GMT -5
Beck, again lost to the music, nods and mumbles out an "Mmmm hmmm," before beginning to play again. He sings under his breath, pauses and mumbles to himself from time to time. After several minutes of really beautiful music, he stops suddenly and sets the guitar down, looking somewhat disappointed.
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Post by Jasmine Ferndale on Apr 4, 2007 1:25:25 GMT -5
Jasmine quietly returns to writing in her journal.
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Post by Michele Eisley on Apr 5, 2007 0:35:57 GMT -5
Michele ignores Joe Zavillas exit and Returns to the conversation with Mr Connelly. "Of course, I'm sure you know what to do."
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Post by Trent MacGregor on Apr 5, 2007 3:42:06 GMT -5
from down the the halls the faint mutterings of "joe, really man. awesome to see you so much of late.... yeah i'm pissed too at corwin..." laughter "that would be really fun, especially if i can get an entrail read out of that." shuffling in trent tilts his head and sniffs the air. walking past gabriel he says "little sister, i hope it's all good fer ya here. if not let me know" a quick whisperd exchange takes place
trent grinning lop sided shuffles up " connelly. welcome brother to calgary. welcome to the node." startled trent looks up "um, sorry yer prince-ship, didn't mean to intrude, just welcomin my brother." bowing frequently trent backs into a corner and some where in the journey his head cocks and a smile cracks his lips listening to the music that beck plays
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Post by Stefan Connelly on Apr 5, 2007 10:06:32 GMT -5
Mr. Connelly smiles to Trent, "Greetings Brother." Looking back to Michele, " I look forward to meeting with you on a more official level. I have seen great things come of this." Looks around, "But I would hate to overstep my bounds in matters of station so I guess I will have to wait until Mr. Redding is able to make an appointment for me to see you. Officially that is." Smiling, Connelly bows to Michele.
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Post by Gabriel Theron on Apr 7, 2007 17:00:51 GMT -5
Smiling at Trent, "All is well, am enjoying the company."
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Post by Ivy Godin on Apr 10, 2007 20:57:08 GMT -5
Entering the room, Ivy respectfully moves towards the Prince, not making eye contact with any of the others in the room. with the lul of the music "Good evening, my Prince. The ides of March are past for another year, just July October and May to worry about. Although thay have been alot more auspicous for rullers than March." Ivy looks expectantly for a reponse, as though she had said nothing more than a comment about the weather.
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Post by Trent MacGregor on Apr 15, 2007 5:51:00 GMT -5
"vala, truly, even uh-um, Coyote recognizes your presence. ya' know with the clear hush of the room that preceeded your enterence, all quiet like and all. creepy, very cool. so how goes the gatherin'?"
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Post by Ivy Godin on Apr 15, 2007 13:32:47 GMT -5
With the comment Ivy looks around the room and acknowledges all present and returns her gaze to the Prince. Speaking to Trent but not looking at him, in an absent minded fashion. "I, as always dear brother, I am honored that the Coyote's would see fit to recognize me. you have reminded me of other business that we must attend." Turning her full attention to the Prince "It has been a honor and pleasure as always speaking with you, my Prince, I hope you excuse me while I attend to some business for a fellow brother." She turns to the others in the room. "Beck, it is always a pleasure to hear you play" "I will be in contact with you all later, as always if there so anything you may need of me just let me know, I'll see what I can do." With a final nod to the Prince, she leaves the room pulling out her cell phone as she walks down the hall.
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Post by Beck on Apr 15, 2007 17:26:36 GMT -5
Beck, back at the piano, gives an idle wave to Ivy as she exits, and continues his random (yet somehow seemless) shifts from song to song.
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Post by Danny Finch on Apr 15, 2007 17:52:25 GMT -5
Gliding into the room with unnatural grace, despite the 4" stiletto heels on her leather boots, Danny's face lights up with an easy, open smile as her eyes meet Trent's. She quickly turns to the Prince and drops in a deep curtsy.
"My Prince," her voice is pitched in harmony with Beck's music. "And Beck, your playing is exquisite. It is a rare thing indeed for me to want to dance these days, and yet right now it is all I can do to stand still."
She turns the others in the room, greeting each quietly and personally. On arriving at Mr. Connelly she curtsys again, although not nearly as deeply as for Michelle Eisley.
"Welcome to Calgary. I am a newcomer myself, and I have been impressed and gratified by the rare quality and character of this city's Kindred, and by how quickly they have accepted me. I hope that you will find the same. If there is anything that I can do to help you..."
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