Meeting Family

Rattusk

All d'Murani are Family, but some d'Murani are more equal than others. 

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(House d'Murani): Lavinya says, "Well well well."

(House d'Murani): Lavinya says, "I spy a relic."

(House d'Murani): Rattusk says, "Who speaks?"

(House d'Murani): Lavinya says, "Someone amazing."

(House d'Murani): Rattusk says, "Um. Who also sells those wonderful ear cleaners? I

 seem to have aquired some dust."

(House d'Murani): Lavinya (from the Aetherways) says, "I could just scourge the

 skin from your bones."

(House d'Murani): Rattusk says, "MY elegant pure white pelt-- thank you VERY much

strange feminine voice-- is worth more than you can afford! Even Rhemus cannot

purchase me!"

(House d'Murani): Lavinya says, "Well I wouldn't have thought to sell it to a

 rat-keep."

(House d'Murani): Rattusk says, "My highly developed cultured nose detects a wiff of

 Lady and feminine. Who might you be, supposed family mine?"

(House d'Murani): Lavinya says, "The catch of Magnagora."

(House d'Murani): Rattusk says, "Have our creaky-cracky undead pirates been casting

 their nets off they bay again? Are yoooou a fish?"

 (House d'Murani): Lavinya says, "I will cut you, how rude.

(House d'Murani): Rattusk says, "Mmm. ...speaks like a d'Murani... I hear echos of

Lord Aiakon in your --"

Sibilant whispers in a thousand disparate tones filter through the air as

 Lavinya floats in from the east.

Lavinya gives Rattusk the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

(House d'Murani): Rattusk says, "--eeep"

 

 Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "I wish I could claim such,

 unfortunately I am born from the n'Kylbar line."

 Rattusk's full crimson eyes blink rapidly and his little paws

move in a blur preening his whiskers in agitation.

 Rattusk lifts his pure white muzzle up up up to peer into Lavinya's

eyes. His pink ears flatten on his little skull and his whiskers twitch

wordlessly.

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion leans her elbow on a shelf and her cheek on

her hand, watching Rattusk with mild amusement.

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "You don't remember me, I feel I should

be insulted."

Rattusk's coal black nose twitches and he remember himself,

tucking his fat little tail under his feet to stand up a bit taller, teetering

dangerously for a moment. Obscure and profane arabesques slide over his fat tail

wetly.

Rattusk says to Lavinya, "Um."

Lavinya glances askance at Rattusk.

In a coughing squeak, recovering quickly, Rattusk says to Lavinya, "D'Murani's do not

forget! We are a noble line! We come from Lady Veonira!"

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "I suppose I was much younger. And not

in the family, but all the same. Rude."

Rattusk's furry muzzle invades Lavinya's personal space, his

completely crimson eyes peering intently into hers. A whisker twitch nearly

brushes Lavinya's cheek.

In a low squeak, Rattusk says to Lavinya, "You..smell like you ....gave me cheese

once."

Rattusk plays with the tip of his fat tail with his little paws

with uncertainty.

Lavinya is a fiendish irontongue viscanti demigoddess and her noble heritage is

evident in the fine formation of her features. Pale, milky skin is accentuated

by high cheekbones and slightly tilted, deep set eyes that are disturbing in

their unfathomable ebon colouration. An angry red welt marrs one alabaster

cheek, slashing across her skin. In contrast to her complexion is the raging

torrent of fiery red curls that cascade down her spine. Tiny diamonds have been

woven through the tresses, catching the light and accentuating the scarlet and

copper hues. Lips of blood red part to reveal straight white teeth, the incisors

pointed and sharp. She is short of stature, with an obviously feminine physique.

Her arms are slender and move with a natural grace, belying the menace in the

long black claws that tip her elegant fingers. Each arm is lined with thin white

scars, as though carved with an impossibly sharp blade. On the back of each hand

is what appears to be an open wound, but closer inspection reveals that the skin

has been deliberately peeled back and held in place with tiny silver hooks,

embedded in her flesh to create a star shape that reveals pink muscle and bone,

at once revolting and yet eye-catching. She is wearing a subtle shimmering nose,

a braided scarlet ring, d'Murani beads of Morgfyrian faith, a Sigil of the

Ouroboros embedded deeply around her navel, a Leprechaun's Medal of Profligate

Inebriation, a string of serpentine prayer beads of Legion, a coiling mark of

Legion, a silver stiletto heel charm bracelet, a Legionnaire's signet ring, the

signet ring of the Midnight Circle of the Supreme Master, five matching

gem-studded bracelets, the Charm of the Clangoru, Boots of the Wanderer, a

glittering diamond watch, an elegant black pearl stud through her left ear, an

elegant black pearl stud through her right ear, a sophisticated corseted gown of

sapphire silks, a coquettish silver and sapphire fascinator hat, a soaring

kestrel stud through her left ear, a soaring kestrel stud through her right ear,

a white gold amaranthine wedding ring, a moonstone ring bearing intricate

geometric patterns, 2 thin emerald bands, a simple ring of bloodstone, a pair of

rose-coloured spectacles, a dapper, violet-banded black felt hat, shadowy prayer

beads, a Mask of Esteemed Beauty, an illustrious brooch of a kestrel in flight,

an illustrious golden brooch of the Ouroboros, a black lace choker bearing a

dangling ruby, a silver and emerald ring of the Ouroboros, a simple gold band of

engraved amaranth blossoms, an elegant amaranth hair pin trailing pearls,

high-heeled black shoes with Ouroboros buckles, Gloves of Mastery, a gilded

amaranth brooch and the Iron Key to the Infernal Machine.

Rattusk looks at a sophisticated corseted gown of sapphire silks that Lavinya is

wearing:

This elegant gown of sapphire silk has narrow cap sleeves, skewed to be

off-the-shoulder to leave the decolletage of the wearer bare. The

fitted, corset-style bodice moulds tightly to enhance the feminine

figure, braced with ivory boning to maintain its shape and provide a

sleek and appealing silhouette. Wide, silver ribbon laces the back of

the bodice, ending in an elegant bow at the lower back that twitches

bewitchingly with any graceful sashay of the hips. The sweetheart

neckline is modest yet alluring, revealing only the merest shadow of

cleavage. The waistline comes to a v at the hips, and from there the

skirts fall in gentle yet full folds to the feet, loose and billowy for

movement and sweeping elegance. Around the hem, silver embroidery trails

in chaotic swirls and tendrils, like wisps of smoke upon the deep hue of

the skirts. Subtle beadwork embellishes the bodice in the form of tiny

onyx beads on the left that have been coiled into a gleaming serpent.

 

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion flinches back from the twitching whiskers,

eyes narrowing at Rattusk in suspicion.

Bespoke Tailor, Rattusk d'Murani's pupilless eyes flick

curiously at Lavinya's gown for a moment and a quicksilver flash of paws

carefully adjusts the silver ribbon to be perfectly arranged.

In a high pitched squeak, Rattusk says to Lavinya, "Um. Well. Then. Lady d'Murani nee

n'Kylbar. You have ... acceptable taste in clothing. Elegant yet no flesh or

scales of the nasty nasty merians to be seen."

With a sniff, Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "Of course not, I am a

lady, not a butcher."

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "And the Warlord can hardly be seen

with some dowdy frump on his arm now, can he?"

Blinking incredulously, Rattusk says to Lavinya, "But but but there is no more way to

exalt the Engine the grand peerless City of Transformation than to turn our

enemies into objects d' art!"

Lavinya waves her hand dismissively.

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "Who said such works of art must be

worn, and by me? Tsk, so last century."

Rattusk's throws up his paws in anxiety and horror.

Lavinya vainly flips her hair back, exuding vanity and egotism.

Drawing his muzzle back and his ears fully flatten on the back of head and in a

almost shrieking squeak, Rattusk says to Lavinya, "Last ....century? My masques of

cherub skin were worn by all the warriors and high society ladies. THEY. WERE.

PERFECT!"

 

Rattusk's paws and muzzle twitch this way and that in great

agitation as he chitters.

With a hint of amusement, Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "You are

somewhat behind the times, I fear. How dreadful."

Rattusk

Rattusk shifts into a poised position with unnatural alacrity

as his muzzle once again peers carefully at Lavinya's face.

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion allows Rattusk to study her with wary patience.

Skipping from topic to topic with the speed of a rat on the scent of cheese, Rattusk

says to Lavinya, "But but but! A Warlord on your arm? Um. Maybe acceptable to the

family."

Raising a onyx nailed finger and enuciate sloooowly, Rattusk says to Lavinya,

"Maaaaybe."

Lavinya narrows her eyes at Rattusk in an unnerving manner.

Primly, Rattusk say to Lavinya, "No one consulted. Me."

 

Rattusk puts his little paws on his rather rotund hips and his

whiskers twitch smugly.

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "It's a little late now. I have been

married to Silvanus for something like a hundred years."

Rattusk's whiskers droop dramatically.

In a thoughtful squeak, Rattusk says to Lavinya, "Oh. Um. Hm."

Quirking a very rodent eyebrow, Rattusk says to Lavinya, "Welcome to the family?"

Rattusk extends a paw.

Lavinya gives Rattusk the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion begrudgingly extends her hand.

Rattusk's warm paw is enveloped by Lavinya's and he gently shakes

her extended hand.

Exhaling a hot blast of steam, clanking pipes shake violently to life before

stilling once more.

Bespoke Tailor, Rattusk d'Murani toddles over and stands on the

very tiptoes of his very rotund frame, reaching his arms up high and with a

grunt of effort giving Lavinya a hug.

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion blinks in surprise and gives Rattusk an awkward

little pat on the back.

Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "Alright alright, thankyou."

Lavinya ponders Rattusk thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Rattusk's frame moves forwards several inches upon the force of

the pat and he gives a very undignified squeak.

Rialorm

Oh my goodness. Blast from the past. This is totally making me want to play my Mag again. I always loved Rattusk. That and Lavinya I demand more logs!

Maligorn

I just want my Feyttusk ship to take off already.

Feyrll

The love is already there.