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Post by Jules on Feb 13, 2008 1:51:44 GMT -5
Zizzy nodded and thought. Where to go this time? Not chinese again, besides, she wasn't all that hungry. Maybe a little cafe. Although in this neighbourhood they might actually charge an arm and a leg for a coffee. But she didn't actually have to order anything.
"Let's go get some coffee."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 13, 2008 1:59:13 GMT -5
"Mm.... coffee it is, then," he agreed.
ooc; Fast foward
There was a little bookshop attached to the cafe, holding newspapers and magazines. Armand bypassed this, choosing a small two-person table for them. The whirr of the coffee kettles and hushed conversations between the other patrons was about as noisy as it got.
His nose twitched a little. The rich scent of coffee didn't arouse his sense quite like the open air, but it had its own character. Though Armand didn't care for social venues, cafes were the gems among sharp boulders. Tranquil and solitary in their own right.
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Post by Jules on Feb 13, 2008 2:05:16 GMT -5
Zizzy took her seat at the small round table and crossed her arms on the wooden surface.
She regarded Armand in a moment of silence, trying to think. What she really wanted to ask was the reason behind the weaponry, what exactly it was he was ashamed of. But she thought that niether of them might be ready for that to come out in the open. Yet.
"Do you want to be king?" She asked rather randomly.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 13, 2008 2:22:35 GMT -5
His eyes widened at the unexpected question, and for a moment, he couldn't understand what she was asking. Funny, sometimes he forgot he was heir to the throne when he was with Zizzy.
His brows furrowed into a pained expression. "Not.... particularly," he finally answered. "I don't think I'd be a very good king. I'm hoping Alexander will have a change of heart and want the job. But as it is, with neither of us caring to be king, everyone.... well. I'm the preferred choice, I guess you could say."
Speak of the devil, and he shall abide thy wishes. In a whirlind of unwelcome noise and excitement, the second crown Prince of the Isle of Morpheus came striding through the door. He didn't say a word, but he had the type of magnetic personality that doomed him to be the center of attention in whatever room he stepped into.
Orange eyes glared around the room before finally spotting his thoroughly shocked brother. He grinned and walked over, grabbing a chair for himself. "Hey," he greeted casually, and then finally spotted Zizzy. "Well, well, if it isn't Susy Stormcloud." He glanced back and forth between the two with evident suspicion. "Are you... in acquaintence with each other?" Armand had his eyes closed, rubbing his forehead.
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Post by Jules on Feb 13, 2008 2:28:55 GMT -5
She was weighing her answer when Alexander stormed in, and under her breath, maybe loud enough for Armand to hear, she muttered; "No wonder."
Suzy Stormcloud? Zizzy had to grin. "No, not even a little bit." She said with evident sarcasm. Did he think she just randomly squatted at other people's tables? Seriously. It only struck her at this very moment that she was acquainted on friendly terms with both crown princes. Despite shaky beginnings of nearly drowning and immature spats. Huhn. Neat. Although she had to say she didn't really appreciate Alex's interruption. And the way Armand was reacting, nor did he. The table was made for two, and was crowded with three. Not that she would say anything yet. Maybe he had some important message to depart to his brother.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 14, 2008 0:17:29 GMT -5
"Did you need something?" Armand asked, his voice level.
Alexander's grin broadened. "Matter of fact, I did, but it can wait."
Armand's expression twitched for a half-second, but his annoyance didn't present itself on his face. Yet. He arched an eyebrow expectantly. "So--"
Alexander cut him off with a short bark of laughter. "The thing is, I'm really getting an unwelcome vibe here." Armand stared at him in disbelief. So why is he still here? "And the only reason a party of two," he continued, either not seeing or not understanding the look on Armand's face, "would reject an added party of three, would be because of romance, and that interests me greatly."
The crimson color that flushed across Armand's cheeks only served as fuel for the insatiable fire that was his twin. "And for another thing," he continued, leaning on the table with both elbows, right at home and clearly enjoying himself a bit too much. "Why a cafe? Forgive me, Storm, but I saw you more as a Nightmare who enjoyed fun, and I know Armand doesn't like people-things, so why the hell are you in a coffee shop? Lame."
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Post by Jules on Feb 14, 2008 0:39:26 GMT -5
"Or, here's an outlandish thought, people don't like your company. And so hope to save themselves from it by not inviting you places." Except her tone wasn't as insulting as the words she uttered. More calmly matter-of-fact. She'd never seen a boy blush before, and so was greatly amused to see Armand's cheeks flush crimson.
And she also kind of wondered if it meant anything.
She grinned. "Because I was too lazy to go any farther." She replied honestly, and besides, Zizzy had been eager to sit and talk.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 14, 2008 1:08:16 GMT -5
Armand snorted at Zizzy's comment, but Alexander appeared unaffected. "The problem with that outlandish thought is that it's an outlandish thought," he told her. "Everyone enjoys my company." He said it with enough sarcasm and overzealous that it was obvious he didn't believe that statement anymore than Zizzy or Armand, but he didn't really care. "I'm sticking with my first theory," he added with a smug smirk. Zizzy's noticing of Armand's blush had not gone unnoticed.
"Well," he drawled, leaning back in his chair. "Shall we ditch this intellectual caffeine pit and do something worthwhile?"
"No," Armand cut him off sharply.
"No?"
"There is no we. You're annoying me more than usual, little brother."
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Post by Jules on Feb 14, 2008 1:19:52 GMT -5
Zizzy could hardly hide a smile, and so brought a hand in front of her mouth. It was amusing, watching the two brothers together. And although she didn't dislike Alexander, and 'something worthwhile' didn't sound unnappealing, at this moment in time, she just wanted him to buzz off.
But then she wondered how different Alex and Armand's views on fun must be. Armand, so far, liked being alone, being mysterious, weaponry, and the opera. And Alex liked the Faded and being a jerk almost continously. Still, it made it clear that it was unlikely Armand would ever actually like her. Her tastes weren't exactly refined.
"It'll only be intellectual after you leave." she said with a jeering smile.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 15:38:47 GMT -5
Unable to hold it in this time, Armand let out a soft chuckle, raising an eyebrow at Alexander's glare as if to say, 'Well? It's true.'
Alexander's glare was like coal, dark and smouldering, but not quite caught on fire yet. He shifted it from Armand to Zizzy, wishing he felt more insulted than he did. "It's a very good thing I don't have a soul, because I think that's the only thing that stops you from devouring it," he said, a shade bemusedly.
He gave a long, dragged-out sigh and held up both hands, pushing back his chair. "Fine, fine, if you want your privacy so desperately, I'll oblige. I'll talk to you later, big brother."
"Looking forward to it," Armand replied dryly.
Alexander took Zizzy's hand and kissed it dramatically. "Call when you get bored with darling Armand, Thunderbolt." He fluttered his fingers at them in a girlish wave and sauntered out the door. Armand let out the breath he'd been holding in a steady stream.
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 16:35:01 GMT -5
It took a moment for her to look away from Alexander's retreating back. He was certainly something. Shaking her head, Zizzy turned her attention back to Armand to catch him letting out a breath he'd probably been holding for a while. The two boys were certainly different. After that whole performance, she wasn't entirely sure what to say.
"Well, I don't think I'd want to be royalty, despite the treasury. No offense, but I much prefer obscurity."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 17:21:32 GMT -5
Armand rubbed his eyes. Much as he tried, he could never bring himself to get truly angry. You loved to hate him, and you hated to love him. That's the way it was with Alexander. "What?" he asked, blinking.
"Uh, no... you're absolutely right." She hadn't said anything about Alexander's sudden appearance, or mentioned his mentioning of romance. Which was.... fine by him, he supposed. "Those are my thoughts exactly."
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 17:33:34 GMT -5
Zizzy's brow knit together in a hint of confusion. "Then why don't you just ditch it?" She asked, seemingly unaware how this might seem dishonorable to some. She didn't have much sense of responsibility and probably was one of the reasons she's never held down to a job. Zizzy wasn't entirely aware why it wasn't ok to miss out on an entire week of shifts without a good explaination.
"I mean, why forced yourself through it? Doubt your dad's gonna retire any time soon."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 17:53:14 GMT -5
"I can't just ditch it," he said, looking pained.
"And you're right, he isn't planning on retiring, as you put it, any time soon, but.... something could happen. And I'm the legal heir to the throne. If I die, it falls to Alexander. If he dies, it falls to Genn. If my entire family somehow falls prey to a horrific circus accident and we all die, then it's up for grabs. For anyone." He paused expectantly, seeing if she grasped the magnitude of the situation, not really understanding that politics may bore someone else.
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 18:52:41 GMT -5
"Set up a good diet for him, keep him healthy. Chain him to the throne, you shouldn't be forced into something you don't want to do." That was part of obscurity. You couldn't really understand the whole 'preserving the bloodline' idea.
"Besides, how long has the Ira family been on the throne? Give someone else a chance, hogs." She said playfully though. Zizzy wasn't too interested in politics and hadn't meant for the conversation to veer in that direction. Perhaps her joking was off-color, but Zizzy never meant any harm by it.
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