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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 29, 2008 19:35:24 GMT -5
"I would be glad to join you. I've missed it, since I left Valerian," I replied with an honest smile.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 29, 2008 19:38:00 GMT -5
"Great," I replied with a happy grin. "What do you say, next time we can spar some before we go out for some refreshments?" Elua, there was no salle at the town home, and this was spring, the garden would be muddy. The yard it would be, I decided.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 29, 2008 19:54:45 GMT -5
"Sounds even better. My intended will be thrilled to get me out of the house," I jested.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 29, 2008 20:00:45 GMT -5
"Now now, of course she won't" I replied with an amused smile. "Here, the house is by the name of Iz-Entre-Mer," I told him. "A hop and a bounce from the Palace."
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 30, 2008 2:03:47 GMT -5
"Iz-Entre-Mer? Is that the d'Angeline connection?" I asked with a matching smile. "And should you need to find me, I'm at Malabelle Shahrizai's townhome. It's not quite as close to the palace as you describe." I teased him, wondering how he would react to the name. It was always interesting, even if they didn't know her.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 30, 2008 12:13:02 GMT -5
“It is,” I replied. “My mother’s family, to be more precise. She holds the treasury of Azzalle.” That my little sister would soon inherit the title, I assumed, was left out of the discussion. I wasn’t ready to discuss further my mother’s expected illness.
To his information, I simply nodded, not reaction more than if he’d told me to contact him at Valerian. Asherat, what else to expect from a Valerian adept, than to marry into the House who had the most intimate of links to his?
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 30, 2008 13:12:07 GMT -5
"You just keep becoming more important the more I learn," I told him, leaning back with a teasing grin.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 30, 2008 15:17:43 GMT -5
“Please don’t say that,” I said with a horrified look. “I don’t want to seem anything. I’m just Gil, alright?” Gods, no, I didn’t. Not here, not now, not when I was having a drink in an Alban tavern with a man I was starting to think of as a chum. Elua no! I wasn’t tacking on the ducal or ambassadorial part anytime soon, if it were an issue.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 31, 2008 0:00:55 GMT -5
I held up my hands in surrender. "It was just a joke mate, I wasn't about to start 'my lord'-ing you. Just Gil is perfectly alright with me."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 31, 2008 1:28:25 GMT -5
"Thank you," I replied with a grin of relief. "I really don't like being mylord'ed, as you say" I added with a little chuckle. I grinned, and added, "Besides, my name is just so long, it almost rivals with the Ummayyattis' and the Ruskovian's, though I honestly prefer the shorter one, Chris." I pronounced the latter with a friendly grin. Shortening for shortening, no?
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 31, 2008 2:31:32 GMT -5
"I'm unused to it. People only usually call me Chris to yell at me," I said with a chuckle. The relief on his face was obvious, and I idly wondered just who he was. "I've never had anyone mistake me for a lord, so I've never had that particular problem." I chuckled again.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 31, 2008 21:45:37 GMT -5
“Is that so?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Christophe it is, then, and my apologies,” I added sincerely. I had no intention of calling him a name he didn’t favor, just as I, muyself, did not like being called the full length of my name. “Traditions differ, then,” I observed amusedly. “they used to call me Gillermo Guisseppe Stregazza di Belafonte, when the time for scolding came.”
It was only after I’d spoken that it dawned on me. I’d just given my full name.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 31, 2008 23:15:57 GMT -5
I didn't react, because I knew he wanted to leave his title at the door. "No apologies needed Gil. Traditions do indeed differ." I replied with an open smile.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Feb 1, 2008 0:32:16 GMT -5
I was grateful for Christophe’s delicate gesture. He didn’t make a case of it, and it pleased me. I could just be me, not bothering with the upcoming issues of politics and romance.
“Thank you,” I replied with a smile. I took one last swig of ale and added, “I think I should get back to work soon, but perhaps some training after all these fetes have come to pass?”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Feb 1, 2008 12:40:47 GMT -5
"After all the wining and dining has made us lazy?" I asked with a grin. "Alright, sounds like a plan. Your place? Mala didn't plan her home with sparring in mind."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Feb 1, 2008 22:55:05 GMT -5
“Exactly,” I replied with a grin. “All this wining and dining will need to be compensated with some exercise, I suppose. My place is fine,” I added with a smile. That gave me plenty of time to figure out the logistics – my mother’s kin hadn’t really organized it so, but it was manageable. The thought of reconverting a room crossed my mind. I’d have to look into it, and chat it up with Cascata.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Feb 3, 2008 1:03:27 GMT -5
"Excellent. I really must get back into practice." I said, letting my mind wander for the briefest of moments to how much I wanted to get Dominic back for what he had done to Mala. "You never know when you'll need a sharp blade, and an arm that can wield it."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Feb 3, 2008 14:03:34 GMT -5
“That, and possibly a good mate to count on,” I added with a wide grin. I gave him a curious look. “Going on an adventure soon enough, are we?”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Feb 3, 2008 19:54:44 GMT -5
I chuckled, pushing my fantasy of pummeling Dominic's face in to the side. "Marriage is the adventure. And dealing making sure her family takes me seriously. I am, after all, just an adept."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Feb 4, 2008 16:41:55 GMT -5
“Adept or not, we all have that kind of issue,” I told him, my brows furrowing at the thought of August. I wasn’t so sure the man liked me, though I’d put forward my best efforts to befriend him, to show him that I was worthy of Mirielle. I didn’t let myself think on more – I didn’t hate him for his cautiousness. I’d be the same towards anyone who intended to court Cascata, and had been ready to face even a crown prince, that Ummayyatti Amir who had courted her a while back had had me rather concerned..
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Feb 4, 2008 16:49:11 GMT -5
I chuckled. "But I like saying 'woe is me'," I jested with a grin. The server came by, and I asked for the check.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Feb 5, 2008 1:16:54 GMT -5
I chuckled. “Of course you do, poor man…” I replied in an exaggerated tone of pity. I resolved to keep an eye out – I’d extended the invitation, it was my tab.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Feb 5, 2008 11:50:02 GMT -5
"Oh good, I have sympathy from one other at least," I continued the jest with another grin. The server returned with a slip of paper, and I reached for my coins.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Feb 5, 2008 14:56:46 GMT -5
My hand deftly took the paper slip, and I shook my head. “My invitation, my tab,” I told him with a grin that was teasing. “Besides, the pitiful deserve a break once in a while,” I added with a smile.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Feb 6, 2008 1:06:26 GMT -5
I shook my head with a smile. "Alright. As long as it's understood that I'm getting it next time."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Feb 6, 2008 1:08:09 GMT -5
"That's fine," I replied amicably. "I won't quibble over it if you don't go too easy on the sparring."
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Feb 6, 2008 13:02:20 GMT -5
I chuckled. "Last time I didn't hold back, I put the fear of Kushiel in one of my Housemates. But I trust you have a better idea of how to use a sword, so it's a deal." I was glad I was able to joke about that dark day now.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Feb 6, 2008 21:02:19 GMT -5
“I might,” I replied with a grin. I didn’t want to boast, in truth, “But I’m a tad rusty. Besides, I’m an old man… Woe is me…”
The lad came back and I paid, leaving a generous tip on the table. “I should get going, but I’ll see you later, yes?”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Feb 7, 2008 0:56:17 GMT -5
I nodded. “Yes, after the fête.” I confirmed, finishing my drink and standing as he did. I needed to get home as well.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Feb 7, 2008 1:44:48 GMT -5
“Let’s go, then,” I said, leaving the table. “Really a pleasure to have made your acquaintance, I must say,” I said as we walked to the door. Gone through and out, I extended my hand and said, “Be well.”
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