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Olgan Du'Val Ulefar Zedara Belloux Veos
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If the Butler assumed he had won simply because he made it inside the tower, clearly he did not know the layout well enough.
Regardless of how much time had passed waiting, the Queen did not come. There was food reappearing under the cloche of the tray, and the teapot refilled itself with something refreshing every four hours. But no sign of anyone. One could find a bathroom adjacent, but other than that, the silence in the tower seemed to stretch on and on.
And a teasing reminder to the imp, of the terms that most likely would get him the audience he wanted.
You can change sides at any time.
He did use the bathroom to clean himself off, bringing back to his own personal standard before walking back out into the room and returning to the tray of food, the teapot as well, then the sign.
Quietly he would sit down, quietly munching on some snacks, having some tea as well. At least the women had class, he would give her that, but to try and make him switch sides? He was no fool, no one would want an Imp who betrayed their Lady, This was a trick, besides...he wouldn't betray Belloux, He couldn't..
"Just, Take the message Madame. Please." He sat there, silent.
Well. Not for lack of trying.
By the time the imp woke up, he would be in a room in the Tower. The room was sumptuously decorated, with the primary focus apparently being ginger. Ginger blossom panels that climbed to the ceiling, with the smell of ginger tea, white, gold and shades of tasteful brown. There was a tray with snacks and fresh tea. And a note.
You can switch sides anytime you like.
It was just like one long blink for him, one moment he was outside the tower, the next he was in this room...a room he didn't recognize, so he could assume it was one inside said tower.
Blinking away the fuzz in his vision, he sat up taking stock of his surroundings and then the tray, and then the note...
Quietly he looked away shuffling through his coat to pull out the message he had brought, looking at it, then to the note on the tray.
His stomach growled, signalling a sigh to come from him as he used a free hand to quietly slick back his now messy hair. He couldn't complete his task feeling so weak, he would surely fail if he didn't at least put something in his belly to keep going.
So, regretfully, he ate, and waited.
He looked tired, so very tired, each blink lasting longer then the last. Knees buckled in on themselves, touching and being the only reason he is upright as his hair is a right mess, and it's clear he has been sweating. The Poor imp is clearly dutiful and professional! but he is at his limits, his stomach groans, his limbs ache, and his lips are parched.
He doesn't even look at the relief set out before him, he simply collapses onto the floor, exhausted.
He tried. That would be enough.
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Normally, Dapple and Stream kept to themselves, warily observing new arrivals in their forest before deciding what to do about them, but this man was clearly one with nature--even if it wasn't obvious visually, they could sense primal magic from a significant distance.
So, when Ulefar inevitably stumbled across the crystal-clear, placid pond in the middle of the woods, fed by a gentle waterfall, the pair of nymphs were lounging in the shallows, clearly not bothered by his appearance. Dapple was the first to give him a friendly wave.
"Hello, friend! You are free to rest here, if you wish!"
Ulefar was a protector of of the trees, the glades, of ponds and rivers! He was a protector of Nature and took pride in that with his whole heart! But being a protector of all that life meant he had to roam quite a bit to ensure all was protected! Which meant sometimes, he got tired and needed a good place to rest down...which brought him to this pond!
Dismounting Tadamere, and taking his helmet off to reveal and aging man bearing a few scars on his face, a happy smile and fiery red messy hair with a large beard to boot!
It would seem he did have some company...though that was never a bad thing! His smile widening a bit as he gave a gentle wave to the Nymph. "Well hello there, it's a pleasure to meet you, and that was just my plan! So thank you for allowing it." His voice was boisterous and full of confidence and joy, he was a happy many, he had no reason not to be!
"Is this your pond? I truly don't mean to intrude."
How he had wished he had made a rest stop before entering this damnable place. The wine, the cheese, the couch, all tempting as the poor imp looked more and more haggard by the moment. His professionalism still present, but he was slouching, he had stopped fixing his hair, and it was evident he was not having a good time.
But his Lady’s word was law, and he would not succumb to such vices without her explicit allowance…unfortunately his mind was strong but his body had limits, it would not be much longer before he collapsed.
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His expression has dimmed, still, professional, but notably more haggard then before, yet still he remains where he has been standing for? Checks his watch, hours. "Que les Enfers aient pitié..."
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The imp is going nowhere but Vine does provide a bottle of wine, a cheese plate and a couch for his trouble.
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He looks at the wine, the plate and the couch, and he continues to just stand there. Yes he was hungry, thirsty and tired, but he would not allow himself to be side tracked! Let alone bribed…it was tempting, but he had his mission.
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In spite of the imp, sent to suffer as messenger way at the bottom of the Tower, Vine is currently busy making cheese statues of all the imps that are actually her favorite.
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Truly, the life of an Imp was suffering.
Sigh. "Alright, alright. Become more upfront. After all, my needs are just as important, yes?"
"If your partner doesn't think so, then I would ditch them." Munches on some food.
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upfront?
"I don't know how to come across that topic without sounding needy. Being needy does not really feel natural to me."
"Then state it as a want, not a need. 'I want to try this.' Just be as plain as day no room for misunderstandings." Olgan would state, shrugging.
Linkle hands her a label. It says the following.
"Sharp Teeth too hot"
Give my character a "character shaming" label
"Still blood on them? That would be the only reason I can see them being 'hot'." Olgan clicks her teeth together a few times