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Post by Paulk Parish on May 18, 2011 18:30:06 GMT 10
Under instruction Paulk had spent a fair amount of time in the library. This was a strange and pointless task thrust upon him by someone who obviously knew nothing about or at least just wanted to seem like they were doing something constructive. Paulk didn’t particularly care for Romulus, and the way the boy barked orders at him like he was the scum between the contours of rubber on the underside of his hiking boots only made him dislike him even more.
So what if Romulus was the only one the Dark Lady allowed into her presence. This was the only reason Paulk did as Romulus instructed, because he did not want the Dark Lady to feel as if he were not doing his very best to please her. If it weren’t for this connection the Avada Romulus would be dead. And Paulk would be at the end of the wand that aimed the curse that did it.
Pouring through books was not going to recover the information that was lost in the scroll that was taken when Finnias Mark slipped up and got himself killed. The loser Ameraid deserved what he got, whether or not he was a member of the Guild of Avada. Paulk chuckled to himself as he thought of the limp corpse that was carried from the Entrance courtyard that morning not too long ago.
Why did people mourn Finnias. His death was little more than a nuisance to the Guild. He lost the scroll. Avada would have executed him for that alone… after torturing him. He was lucky to be dead.
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Post by Jessica Everard on May 18, 2011 19:42:25 GMT 10
Jessica was having a good day. She was making progress on her quasi-relationship with Romulus Silvia, she had gotten in a good Hex at breakfast against her sister Natalie and had just received a note from the librarian that a book of particularly nasty curses that had been loaned out for the last two months had finally been returned. She held the book in her hand now, and was trying not to think about the red marks on it, and the funny smell that emitted from the spine. A bit of mess was worth it, right? Especially when you could learn how to switch someone’s limbs to that of a monkey and give them the personality to go with it. She wondered if Lucius Sinister would mind having fleas picked off him by Kalika Gardan. That’s what apes did wasn’t it?
As she rounded the corner, anticipating a good hour’s worth of reading in a quiet corner of the library, her eyes narrowed as she spotted a fellow Ruberagon sitting right in the way. She wasn’t sure of his name, but she did know that he was a year below her and she had seen him before talking to Romulus. She hoped that meant he wasn’t a total pig, but one could never be too sure. Romulus tended to run with the crazies.
“Are you going to be here long?” She queried, borderline rude but not quite, as she glanced over the stack of books he had sitting in front of him.
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Post by Paulk Parish on May 18, 2011 22:11:37 GMT 10
Paulk looked up at the Ruberagon girl in front of him, she was a few years older, rather nice to look at, and the kind of distraction he needed right now. At least while Romulus was at bay anyway. He sat back in his chair spread his legs comfortably and looked up admiring the blonde girl openly. “You’re welcome to join me,” he smirked,
“I’m always happy to help out a pretty girl,” he was two years younger than her, but that meant nothing, it was all about confidence. He’d always known that.
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Post by Jessica Everard on May 18, 2011 23:10:26 GMT 10
Jessica surprised herself by laughing openly at the chump in front of her. Wow, she must have been in a good mood. Her smile turned to a smirk as her eyes flicked over the length of him. He was younger than her, that was for sure and to be honest, while she liked the whole bad boy look he had going for him, she was into older guys. One older guy to be specific.
“I think I’ll pass actually,” Jessica smiled at him “Cute as you are, you’re just not my type”
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Post by Paulk Parish on May 19, 2011 10:30:48 GMT 10
“But you still think I am cute” he continued to smirk, “Which means I am your type, cute is another way of saying you find me attractive, and attraction is a force of nature and so on and so forth,” he wasn’t openly grinning yet but was well on his way to it when a thought struck him. This girl was spending a lot of time with Romulus lately, is that what she meant about him not being her type. His grin failed before it could begin and the smirk on his face became fixed, almost leer-like.
“Of course… if your type is creepy-wannabe lapdog rich boy than I might also suggest your look elsewhere for your attractions,” it wasn’t particularly polite, though Paulk was having a lot of issues with Romulus’ increasing list of followers. And if the boy had thwarted him a bit of fun, with just this girl, then it was merely the icing on the cake of problems Paulk had with him.
“But then that wouldn’t be altogether surprising, I see the way you look at him,” he leaned backward more so his shirt could better display the shape of his torso and arms which he raised interlock his fingers behind his head comfortably, “But I see the way you look at me too, you have a diverse appetite,”
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Post by Jessica Everard on May 19, 2011 11:49:37 GMT 10
She'd give him one thing, the kid had guts. Not literally of course, she watched as he stretched his lean body out in front of him and smiled. Eye candy was nothing if your mind still hungered after someone else. What was the harm in looking? But then something changed in his expression. Jessica did not let her own face change as he spoke. She wasn't completely sure, but she had an idea that this guy was talking about Romulus. She resisted the urge to smack her book sideways into his leering face.
"Though I may have a diverse... appetite, as you so eloquently put it, there's some things that just taste so good, nothing and nobody can compare" she smirked at him, thinking about her last encounter with Romulus. It had been steamy to say the least.
"Perhaps if you had a bit more respect and took note of the way Romulus conducts himself, you'd be able to get women easier and wouldn't need to resort to lewd gestures" she moved her hand to indicate the way he was leaning back in his chair, obviously trying to get her attention.
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Post by Paulk Parish on May 19, 2011 12:05:39 GMT 10
The smirk fell from Paulk’s face, enough was enough, “Well it is a little toady, isn’t it,” was about the politest thing he could think about. Without changing the way he was sitting he openly sneered at her, “Well enjoy your little infatuation with the boy who would be the object of your ignorance,” he said to her barely able to keep his voice down, they were in the library after all and while he didn’t really care about being kicked out, he knew he still had a job to do in there, no matter how pointless it seemed to him.
“Lewd gesture this” he said to her, making a lewd gesture with his hand before turning his back on her, “You know Romulus doesn’t have the slightest care in the world for your pathetic little school girl crush. He has bigger things on his mind and when it comes to a girl like you, he’s not thinking about relations,” he laughed in a low hollow sound that was meant to hurt.
“You mean no more to him than that house elf that trails around after him, less even, the house elf has its uses,” he sounded bitter, he didn’t do anything to conceal that, “Be careful about singing him praises, Romulus isn’t as fantastic as you seem to think he is, nor is he perfect, he has his faults, and he makes his mistakes,”
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Post by Romulus Silvia on May 21, 2011 0:19:15 GMT 10
“You know Parish, the thing I have always admired about you is how right you are in everything you do and say,” Romulus drawled having moved into view just as Paulk had turned his back, “You are absolutely right of course, and we all do bow to your tremendous skill of keeping the world and all of us who would dream ourselves your equal, in check” Romulus didn’t care what Paulk said about him to anyone, but a score needed to be settled here and Romulus was never one to back down from a challenge.
“Of course I defer to you in all things, you and your superior existence, and can only add meekly that I feel that you have been overly generous on this day to deign to share with us your most private and complex thoughts,” his arms were folded and his eyes icy. The little worm would regret the day he interfered with Jessica Everard; Romulus had plans for her, and he considered this little back and forth between them a direct challenge of all the hard work he had put into her. If she doubted him now he didn’t think he could be bothered arguing to win her over again.
Not even for the Dark Lady’s purpose.
“A funny coincidence actually, there was an errand I have been asked to run for… our mutual friend, and she was hoping that I could take care of it for her, though as you have pointed out, in all your wisdom, I am merely human,” he said without the slightest hint of a smile, “I do make mistakes, like any other mortal that bleeds, and I must then defer to your greater skill for dealing with the… tasks placed upon me by those who are… better,”
His eyes turned colder if that was even slightly possible, “Now go, your presence here offends me,”
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Post by Paulk Parish on May 22, 2011 0:46:31 GMT 10
Paulk scowled openly when Romulus arrived. He knew Romulus was wholly aware of what he thought of him, so he didn’t need to play nice. And so he sat and listened as Romulus hit him with a tirade of condescending insults. This was fairly typical behaviour he had come to expect from Romulus, and the fact that the two of them had an audience meant that it would be foolish, if not dangerous for Paulk to bother responding.
“As you wish,” was all he could have responded with as he stood from his desk, crossed the length of the library and left. Knowing when Romulus had more instructions for him, he would find him.
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