#alphonse larkspur

[jollycooperativefox-blog]

Alphonse sat at his word desk with a small brown box in front of him and vials of various liquids to the side of it. He picked up each individual vial and began to label the contents carefully, making sure he didn’t get them mixed up before he loaded them in to the box one by one.

“Extract” He said as he heard footsteps behind him getting ever closer that more than likely belonged to Corvan as he was the only other person allowed in the ‘workshop’ as he liked to call it “Before you ask, it’s extract. My cousin requires ingredients for her little party so I’ve taken the requests and broken what is needed down and created an extract that is less potent than the purest forms”

“Right..I didn’t ask but whatever you say boss. You need me to take it to her?” After packing the last few vials in to the box he closed it, sealed it and then began to wrap it in plain brown paper “No no, I’ll be doing this myself. There’s something else I’d like you to do however, visit those Wachenfelds I told you about at the shipping yard, I need you to set up a meeting for me”

Corvan simply nodded and headed out, Alphonse soon followed. The Larkspur made sure the box was safe, secure and well wrapped before he left his workshop to deliver the requested chaos fuel to @luxelen

[thefreelanceangel]

The red wine on the polished hardwood was not the problem. 

The blueberry juice all over the pink and white rug was the problem. 

Not only was it all over the rug, but it was all over Ilise and she was breathing so hard that the maid took a step towards her, wide-eyed with concern. 

Said concern vanished in an instant when Ilise let out a scream so loud, so high-pitched that another wine glass abruptly shattered on the edge of the gilt-edged white table. 

The blonde grabbed the nearest thing that came to hand--a heavy piece of polished rose quartz, sculpted to resemble a rabbit--and hurled it at the wall. Plaster gave way and the sculpture fell heavily to the floor, a hand mirror, book, brush, rouge pot and shoe following in quick succession. 

On the table, the pie tin swung aimlessly on the end of the thick spring that had catapulted it (and the blueberry cream pie) out of the box that had concealed it. 

The very same box that Ilise had dispatched with a chocolate cream pie earlier that day. 

Although she’d expected Alphonse to pull something in response to her little prank, Ilise had not expected him to copy her so brazenly. And to do it with a fucking blueberry pie that had ruined everything in sight!

One quick glance down and Ilise screamed again before she simply tore the thin pearl-pink silk sheath right off. Hurling it at her maid, she kicked a piece of broken glass and stormed across the carpet, squishing through a glob of blueberry-stained cream cheese. 

Although the maid had taken the brunt of the pie--Ilise, after all, did not open her own mail--the force of the pie hitting the maid’s chest had sent the filling simply... everywhere. 

Faced with a blueberry clinging to the rose damask silk dressing screen she had been about to storm behind, Ilise simply grabbed the screen and hurled it towards the wall. 

“THAT’S IT! GET ME A FUCKING SNAKE! ONE THAT BITES!”

[jollycooperativefox-blog]

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither? (For Alphonse!)

superiority-complexwithout a doubt but he keeps it very well hidden amongst the general rabble that he meets to give off the “Hey he’s a pretty nice guy” vibe when in reality he’s Alphonse Douchespur the douches douche to ever be a douche.

That doucheyness shines through when he engages with his empoyees and also when he speaks to his cousin, Lux.

[jollycooperativefox-blog]

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress (Also for Alphonse!)

Alphonse isn’t one to dress in fancy atire all the time. Certain occasions call for it and he’s happy to dress himself up when those occasions arise but for the most part you wouldn’t think he’s a Larkspur or wealthy judging by what he wears on a daily basis.

He usually sticks to rather basic looking outfits, generaly wearing some form of leather coat that is by no means brand new looking. He has his reasons for this of course, to give off the impression he’s a man on the same level as the common people rather than somebody leaps and bounds beyond their reach.

[jollycooperativefox-blog]

D- Denial- something they’re in denial about (whoever!)

Alphonse Larkpur:He’s in denial about how he really feels about his cousin, @luxelen. He can often be seen giving her a snide remark, off-handed insult or when asked about her he waves it off as if she’s unimportant and he simply doesn’t care but the truth is he’s actually quite fond of his cousin which is why she is given freebies most of the time.He acts as if he can not be bothered with her or her antics though he still turns up to the odd event to check in and make sure she’s doing alright.

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🗑- A silly situation that still makes them laugh (Alphonse)

“I wasn’t always alone in my chosen profession. During my education I had a friend who I experimented with in making various concoctions and substances. Back then my knowledge was limited and certain mixes can prove volatile if you don’t know what you’re doing.

It lead to a night of rather vivid hallucinations that ended with me walking through Ebonhawk in my underwear…thinking about it now always gives me a good chuckle”