GODFREY INDUSTRIES Inc.

An indie OC sci-fi rp blog for aristocrat business mogul Heidi Godfrey and her 5 children: Ulriche, Helge, Ilse, Nicol, and Otto.  This Blog is SAFE FOR WORK subblog to lucytrevana [ mobile navigation ]

[lucytrevana]

UPDATE!

I am alive!

And moving blogs!

You can find me over at @thespacekids where I’ve consolidated all my space blogs.

[ladygodfrey]

Same goes for this blog!

[lucytrevana]

// I’ll be done moving as of next week! Hopefully can actually be around more after that!

[ladygodfrey]

// *nervous laughter* relevant over here too 

[ladygodfrey]

Lady Ulriche Godfrey

[ladygodfrey]

Lady Nicol Godfrey

❝ Her eyes met his and, though her brow furrowed furiously, the stare was intensely inquisitive. She reminded him of a cat he knew back in Dufort as a kid. It wasn’t just for the girl’s feline features with her short nose and wide-set eyes.

The Martian cat was a silky gold, well-bred and well-fed creature that belonged to some rich lady who lived across town. Kale and the other kids nicknamed her La Dame. La Dame liked to wander across the tracks looking for trouble, assured knowing she  always had a comfortable bed and warm meal waiting at the end of each day. They used to take turns trying to lure her over with treats, murmurs, the clicking of tongues with outstretches hands. It never worked. She was a feline observer of the lower class. One time Kale made the mistake of staring the cat down when he caught her watching him. For all her finery, La Dame’s claws were as sharp as any feral, and Kale learned his lesson. 

The dame standing in the doorway now had that same curious glint in her eye that threatened a fight if his so much as hinted at a challenge. She was full of mischief and curiosity. And just like with La Dame féline, Kale couldn’t shakes the feeling that if he didn’t look away first, she’d scratch him right across the nose. ❞

              – For Want of a Name (book one)

[inthenameofsephiroth]

[ladygodfrey]

amongstmortals‌:

Ara glared down at the object on the table before her, as though she could simply will the memories she’d found within it to be different. As much as she liked knowing that her powers could actually prove to be of some use, the people side of the business was much more difficult to swallow. There were more than enough that came to her, thinking that they could prove she was nothing more than a fraud, but those were easily dealt with. It was the customers who came in with hope that she hated the most. The past so often let them down. 

“Um…” How best to deliver the news? She gripped the edge of her table, nimble fingers toying with the decorative cloth that covered it. It wasn’t necessary, but she found that it played into the general idea of what a psychic reading might be like. Even if her abilities were vastly different than the typical aura reader or clairvoyant. “Are you absolutely sure this is what you wanted to know?” 

“Yes, I know he died a horrifically painful death.” She said it blase, like a tired old topic she had little interest in. “Anyone with an ounce of spiritual attunement could tell me that. Can you see anything before the incident? Tell me honestly. If not, I’m wasting my time.”

Ulriche’s eyes flicked up to the girl, noting the emotion overcoming her. 

“And please do pull yourself together. I’m not paying you to mourn the bastard.” 

[ladygodfrey]

NICOL & OTTO

The two youngest of the Godfrey siblings, Nicol and Otto are the only two who share a father. Otto takes after his father, though his mother would never admit it. He is full of joy and curiosity, empathetic to a fault. He’s not as clever as his sisters, but he does have a mischief streak. He and Nicol are forever getting each other in and out of trouble. 

They are their mother’s favorites, which has earned them no shortage of grief from their older sisters. It’s hard to say they have her favor, but they do by no means take it for granted. For Otto, it’s an obstacle to overcome in his relationship with his older sisters. For Nicol, it’s a tool to be used to hers and her brother’s advantage. Even if she shared her father’s empathy, Nicol always did take more after her mother.

[ladygodfrey]

runawaymun‌:

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“Sam!” 

That was Daniel, in a sort of pleading tone. He was right. There was no forseeable way out of this that didn’t end in their weapons getting taken one way or the other. Sam lowered her gun with a glare.

The moment her gun lowered, Dirk made a terse nod. Ingvar swept forward to disarm the intruders. It took a minute. They were loaded like proper soldiers. 

With another sharp motion, Dirk had Ingavar at their backs, leaving their firearms and other dangerous gear behind. He’d send Franklin by the collect them. 

The stairs up from the vaults, curved in a fibonacci spiral, the door closing and sealing behind them, and again at the top, a second requiring a code. Getting out was a much a feat at getting in. Dirk typed in a code, scanned his eye, his wrist too, typed a second sequence, and the door slid open. 

What stood before them was a gallery boasting sculptures, paintings, pottery, and other great works of craftsmanship from all across the galaxy. They were of lesser value to those in the vaults, displayed for aesthetic, pleasure, and prestige. The ceiling far above them was a work of art itself. A mural masterpiece incorporating vivid colors, sheets of precious metals, and a shimmering, living luminescence that glittered, pulsed, glimmered as if starlight itself were captured in the painting.

At the end of the gallery, across that polished marble floor inset with glowing crystals, they reached the double doors. These opened easily to a fresh current of air, floral, grass, trees and life. A blue sky stretched above them, the sun shining between light fluffy clouds. If one looked hard enough, they could find the edges, where buildings or trees didn’t hide them perfectly. But it was easy to forget that one was one a spaceship in such a garden. It went on for acres, an enormous estate. 

Dirk led them along a paved path, through the gardens, past a fountain, a courtyard, into the largest of the buildings via a veranda. The halls were ornate as the gallery, boasting wealth and power. It wasn’t long before they came to a set of carved golden doors. A young girl and boy scrambled to open the doors for them as soon as they saw them coming. 

Inside was an audience hall, at the end of which a raised seat designed like a throne. Gold, a ring of celestial designs in a circle behind. Seated there was a woman, golden curls, dressed in rich deep red, with one leg crossed over the other, hands curled around the armrests’ ends. Her green eyes sharp and glistening. 

Those eyes scanned the intruders up and down when they came in. They rested on the insignia embroidered on the man and woman’s sleeves. 

“Tau’ri.” 

She stood. 

Dirk and Ingvar stepped back, leaving her space as she approached these tau’ri one casual step at a time. She was frightfully tall, fiercely elegant. 

“So the gossip is true.” 

[lostdaily]

[dylan-obrien]

[ladygodfrey]

runawaymun‌:

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They didn’t have a chance. Sam was briefly considering taking the hand-device and using the rings to go back where they came from. She didn’t want the kid to get in trouble for it. Before she could make any sort of decision, three security guards poured into the room. The leader called the kid to his side. They all had zats.

Sam and Daniel pulled out their guns and exchanged looks. None of them looked like they were Jaffa. Could be appropriating the weapons. That, certainly, was possible.

“This day just keeps getting better and better,” Sam muttered to herself. What to do? Try and explain they were lost? That would hardly go over well. 

Daniel, naturally, was the first to put his hands up in a gesture of goodwill. “We didn’t mean any harm. We’re just explorers, and we just want to meet back up with our team and go back where we came from.” 

“Daniel, I really don’t think that’s gonna help.” 

“–What, you want to shoot ‘em?” 

“No! But looks like they want to shoot us!” 

"Gismund, Otto.” Dirk reminded the guard with an unspoken hurry the hell up about it. 

“C’mon, Master Godfrey,” Gismund said, the firm grip on Otto’s shoulder compelling him to come along. “This is no place for kids.” 

Under other circumstances Otto would have protested, but there was real danger here. Curious as he was, he was also scared (even though he’d never admit it).

With Otto heading out the door and up the stairs, Dirk lifted the thin metal bracelet on his free wrist to murmur something into it. Then, more clearly to the intruders, he said, “In about twenty seconds fifteen more of my men are coming through that door. Your friend here has the right idea. Weapon downs, no one gets shot. I don’t want to shoot anyone, but Ingvar here? A little more eager, aren’t you Ingvar?”

“Just give the word,” Ingvar said, playing right along with that trigger happy persona his boss slapped on him.

[ladygodfrey]

runawaymun‌:

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Daniel had started to wander at this point. Not touching anything just yet, just looking around. There was an impressive array of artifacts all stored here. He wanted to look at all of them. Still, they probably shouldn’t stay very long. 

“Daniel, we should go,” Sam called. “We’re supposed to meet Jack in…” she checked her watch, “Ten minutes.”

Daniel looked up. “Go…how?”

She nodded toward the hand device. 

“Don’t you want to see where we are, first? Should we at least… I don’t know… check it out?” he couldn’t keep the disappointment out of his voice. “I mean, just look at all of this!”

She gave him a look. “I’d love to, too, but–” she gestured toward the kid, really meaning his mom sounds dangerous, “Not to be a killjoy here, but we should check in first.” 

The more Otto watched them, the more convinced he was that they weren’t supposed to be here. He shifted between his feet. The way the ‘archaeologist’ was talking, they must be thieves. Sam was particularly interested in that weird gauntlet he touched. If he could just get to it first, then run back to the door and call security...

But he didn’t have to. 

“HANDS UP WHERE I CAN SEE THEM,” a voice BOOMED from behind. 

Otto whirled around! The lights burst on above as a familiar, tall, thickset imposing man entered the vault, his nik raised, flanked by two more security guards. 

“Otto, here,” he ordered, nodding behind him. 

Otto scampered behind the head of security. 

“You hurt?” Dirk asked, eyes never leaving the intruders

“No, they--”

"Gismund, escort young Master Godfrey back to his room.” 

The man on his left nodded and placed a firm hand on Otto’s shoulder. 

“They want the weird gauntlet thing,” Otto said, pointing to the item in question. 

Dirk’s eyes flicked to it, then back to that unwavering hawk-like stare at the man and woman who somehow managed to get past all the external security.

“WEAPONS. DOWN. NOW. You’re outnumbered and coming with us conscious or not,” he said. He didn’t recognize their weapons, but the way they were holding them? They were definitely firearms. “I prefer conscious. Don’t like the bump to the head you get with the fall.”

[ladygodfrey]

runawaymun‌:

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Sam looked around at the room. It was large and dark, and full of all sorts of very old and valuable-looking things. Some of it was covered with drop-cloths. Not a museum, then. Someone’s personal collection. Her eyes traveled around and landed on the hand-device.

“Otto, does…does your mom know what that is?” 

Someone must’ve used it, which was how they had gotten up here. That meant…well it could mean a lot of things. None were particularly good. 

Otto watched as Sam the Scientist looked around the vault. Her eyes landed on one thing in particular and when he followed her line of sight his stomach dropped. 

“Pr...probably.” 

He never should have sneaked in here. He absolutely never should have touched anything. They knew. And if they didn’t, they would find out soon and then-- oh he was going to be in SO much trouble! 

His voice dropped to a guilty mumble. "She knows just about everything.”

[ladygodfrey]

runawaymun‌:

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“No! We’re not thieves. We’re…well I’m a scientist, and Daniel’s an archaeologist.”

Daniel offered a smile. “Hi.” He stepped forward carefully. “What…what gods? If you don’t mind me asking?”

A scientist and an archaeologist? He wondered if his mother brought them in for research or a business venture. She brought in scientists all the time.

“I don’t know. The highest bidder?” There was more nuance to it. As his mother said, money wasn’t the only worthy commodity. “They’re all scary.”

[ladygodfrey]

runawaymun‌:

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Sam tried her radio first. 

“Sir? This is Sam. Got caught up in a Goa’uld ring device. Do you copy? Over.”

 Only static answered. She shared a look with Daniel. That couldn’t mean anything good.

She stepped forward then and crouched to the kid’s level.

“You’re not in trouble. Not with us, anyway. I’m Sam and this is my friend, Daniel. You are?” 

The woman (Sam as she introduced herself) said something into a transmitter of some kind, but didn’t get a response. Otto instinctively took a step back when she came closer. His eyes flicked between her and Daniel. 

They didn’t know who he was? Everyone knew who he was. He hadn’t met a person alive who didn’t know who he was. Then again, he hadn’t met a lot of people. Still, anyone who was anyone, or anyone working for anyone who was anyone knew who he was.

“Otto Godfrey.” Emphasis on the surname. He stood up a little taller with it. His voice trembled, despite his efforts otherwise, but his words tried to be bold. “Are you-- thieves? If you’re here to steal stuff, It’s not a good idea. No one’s ever gotten away with it. My sister said my mother kills the ugly ones and sells the pretty ones to the gods because they like pretty things, and you’re both really pretty, so it’s a-- a bad idea.” 

Nicol always said it was best to try and talk your way out of a bad situation before resorting to force. He wasn’t as good at talking as his sisters, but he was giving it a valiant effort.

[ladygodfrey]

aeterniis‌:

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“Abeni. That was Aidhon’s wish and I intend to honor it.” 

“And how is it? Being in charge of everything? I thought you never wanted to be.”

Abeni. She recalled the name as being that of a rival god. The politics of that transition must have been messy. Then again, at the time all of Thol was falling apart at the seems. With the whole world around them restructuring, it was the perfect time for such a fundamental house identity shift.

She had to think about Kamala’s question for a moment. It was a strange series of events that led her where she was now. Her mother prepared her well, and everything else she learned along the way. 

“The ethical changes we’ve implemented resulted in severe financial loss, but the rise in public opinion will eventually make up the difference. The brand loyalty of a million mid-level buyers more than makes up for the loss of one or two morally depraved major clients.”

[ladygodfrey]

aeterniis‌:

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“Oh, smug as ever,” Kamala took a sip of her tea. “He spends most of his time at the temple, though, since I don’t have much use for him in the house. We don’t worship The Python anymore.” 

There was another surprise. It being Thol, Nicol doubted they abandoned the religious practice without adopting another. “And its successor?”