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==================================== =========================== IC Announce ======================= Message: 20/64 Posted Author Joint proclamation Tue Jul 03 Margot ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Proclamation: <<Kaitain news network interrupts for a special report. The image seen is of a man and a woman, the man wearing the Ginaz livery, the woman in civilian costume of a schnitt and colouring clearly Atreides, flanked by the colours of house Ginaz and house Atreides. The woman speaks first>> As is known, when new leaders take over, new times may be upon us. It is in this light that her grace the Duchess Margot Elizabeth Atreides and his grace the Marquis Jacob Anzelm Ginaz have given us the following statement to make. Let it be known that as of this day the friendship that has existed so long between the house of Atreides and the house of Ginaz will again be confirmed by another generation of leaders. Taking it further than the previous generation, both houses have decided to a closer relationship. <<At this time the man steps forward, clearly military in his stance>> Furthermore both house Ginaz and house Atreides issue formal declarations of intent to cooperate more closely in issues pertaining the military and economical interests of both houses. Shying short of alliance at this time both her grace the Duchess and his grace the Marquis have seen the mutual benefits of a closer cooperation between Ginaz and Atreides armed forces. To test the compatibility of these forces, Atreides military has, at the invitation of his grace the Marquis, shipped for <static is inserted at this point> for joint military exersizes that will last for at least a week. Both houses wish to stress they do not wish kanly upon any house and will allow a judge of change to inspect the forces joining in the exersize throughout its duration at the request of any house demanding it. <At this point the woman takes the word again> Finally her grace the duchess and his grace the Marquis have given my the rare privilege to announce the upcoming wedding of the Lord Mintor Atreides, younger brother of the duchess and the lady Sisay Ginaz, niece to the Marquis. This to let this bond personify the renewed bond between both our great houses. Further details about the wedding will be forthcoming. We will now take questions of the press. From afar, Diana hrms, "You're at the Embassy? Sure, sure, I'll join you two. It'll get me out of this stuffy ChapterHouse" chuckles. Long distance to Diana: Sisay grins and says: "Then hop in your orni and fly :) Over your communicator's secure frequency, a man's voice says, "Message from ornithopter 1107, bound for Ginaz Embassy, requesting clearance, "Sister Diana of the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood requesting a meeting with Lady Sisay Ginaz."" You clear the vehicle over your communicator. Ornithopter Pads -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain) The wind whips across your face as you look out from the roof of the Ginaz embassy. This large flat open area is the tarmac for the House Ornithopters. Several are tied down on the roof, waiting for use, while others dart off and arrive carrying all sorts of personnel. Servicemen can be seen rushing back and forth from 'thopters that are dusting off. The rotating colors of the crystal roof over the central gardens can bee seen from here as well as the vast expanse of Kaitain itself. Exits: Stone Stairway <D> leads to Gardens -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain) A BG Ornithopter slowly spirals down making a soft landing. Diana climbs out of the BG Ornithopter. Diana has arrived. The BG Ornithopter lifts up into the sky and departs. Lady Sisay awaits patiently on the ornithopter area. As she notices your arrival, she greets you with a warm smile on her face: "Welcome to the Ginaz Embassy, Sister. I hope your travel was safe?" She approaches you and looks at you with her hair fluttering in the wind, with her eyes sparkling in the sun. A cloud of darkness spirals down the stairs of the 'thopter, millions of rippeling robes of all shades of black merging across themselves. Seamlessly she floats out of the horizon, a molten ink plot on the shimmering sunlight. "Why, Lady Ginaz, it is such the pleasure to meet your aquaintence again." The Sister greets as she approaches, her calming voice soothingly ripping through the air when she moves near you. With both hands placed against eachother palm to plam, she dips herself at the waist, bowing reverently, head lowered. Sisay curtseys ceremoniously with her childish warm smile still on her face. She says: "May I invite you for a drink in our small but... beautifull little garden? Nothing compared to the perfect cozy garden I had the pleasure to visit at the Chapterhouse, but still." She approaches at your side, her look wandering curiously at your robes, down the hands, seemingly very impressed of your presence. [look at Diana] Diana Like a graceful dancer, Lady Diana stands tall amongst the surroundings for one of her lithe stature. She hovers at 5'8", with strikingly pale skin as white as the thickest milk and contrasting deep auburn hair shaded with streaks of midnight. The hair folds loosely around her head in thick waves, braiding back into a long and sweeping braided tail ending mid-back. The tip of the hair is finished within a golden clip, masking the ends. Dark eyes, rimmed with lines of kohl, gaze out with a complacent stare hiding the electrifying alertness behind them. Her nose slides down her face in a smooth line ending at her violet hued lips that are split into a small smile. The body of the Bene Gesserit is garbed within a sweeping gown of thick, inky, blackness. Across the hemline of the sleeves and around the feet is faint golden embroidery. Underneath this flowing mess of fabric, she is clad in a body-tight white suit with collar lifted high up her neck and sleeves ending at her knuckles with slits cut open for thumb holes. Barely noted peeking out from the pooling ripples of fabric around her feet are a pair of dusty and worn leather slippers. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ______________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Diana______________________ Fullname: Diana Fehdra Danann Faction: BG Title: Lady Position: Bene Gesserit Sister Address: My Lady Age: 21 Background: Like all other Bene Gesserit Sisters, Diana is unaware of her familial tree. She was informed that she was born around 10071, which places her age in the early twenties. Her training began at a Chapter House on Caladan before being transferred to Wallach IX. Later in life, she was transported to the Chapter House on Kaitain where she continues her studies. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Oh yes. That would please me immensly, my dear Lady Ginaz. I have never had the graciousness of visiting this fine Embassy. I do believe it will suite me quite well." Lady Diana doesn't appear effected by the examination of her body. She merely looks at you, auburn eyes glittering in the random beams of light from the daybreak. "I brought a gift for you, as I heard of your engagement. Though, I believe it would be best if you would open it elsewhere." At this, she becomes consumed with a velvety smile, a softness that flawlessly washes over her immaculate and pale features. Sisay's eyes widen in sudden surprise. You can see a reddish tinge on her cheeks. Lowering her gaze to the ground she says, more in a mumble: "Oh, thank you kindly. Although you shouldn't have done this." A shy smile lights Sisay's face as she looks up to you and says: "Although, I adore surprises." and giggles merrily. "Nownow, Dearest...It pleases me to see that you have found the flowers that Kaitain blooms. Indeed, it does. I so do not take pleasure in seeing strife in the eyes of ones like you. Come come..." Lady Diana begins to guide herself from the 'thopter's landing pad. Whirlings and whippings of robes fluttering across her body in the wake of her fluidly soundless steps, "Where is this garden you speak of?" Sniffing but smiling happily nevertheless, Sisay guides you through the rows of Ginaz ornis towards the stairs spiraling down the landing pad. She says: "This way, Sister." You descend the Stone Stairway. Gardens -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain) These gardens look as if a chunk of Marcinko has been transported to Kaitain and placed atop the Ginaz Embassy. The 'room' itself is roughly circular, filling the upper floor of the embassy, save for the northeastern wing, which contains the ornithopter pads on its upper level and various service areas below, and a small portion of the western wing which contains the residential areas of the embassy. The translucent walls are for the most part covered with the distinctive white Marcinko ivy, and at intermittent levels one can see several balconies and many windows that overlook these gardens. The gardens are lush and green but the temperature is below normal. A grand fountain spews water thirty feet into the air, and stands in the center of a pond that occupies a full quarter of the entire room. Among the foliage, there are many paths and different clearings in which a visitor or group of visitors might dally. The path from the ornithopter pads to the elevator that leads to the foyer is direct but not short, forcing anyone passing through to experience at least a small part of the gardens. (OOC note: There are places here, type +places/help.) Players: Genevieve Exits: Stone Stairway <U> leads to Ornithopter Pads -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain) Elevator <D> leads to Foyer -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain) Diana descends the Stone Stairway. Diana has arrived. Genevieve is playing softly in the garden, her fingers climbing the length of her baliset neck, strumming the chords in the quiet of the garden, playing a wonderful but ancient melody...it flows like liquid silk through the sound currents of the garden. Her neck is downturned, her flaxen gold hair hanging over her thin demure features, eyes half-lidded and giving a hint of the luminescent blue contained therein. Sisay chuckles softly and says: "Sister Diana, may I introduce you to Miss Genevieve, bound concubine of my cousin, Phillip. She recently arrived on Kaitain." Sisay approaches the ivy bench and says: "Please take a seat." With a swift gesute of her hand she calls a nearby servant. You take a seat on a long bench nestled in ivy. Diana takes a seat on a long bench nestled in ivy. This is a long, low marble bench nestled in thick ivy against one of the garden walls. It is slightly curved and large enough for four people, with two small stand tables at each end. It offers an excellent view of the whole garden. Genevieve looks up with her beautifully common blue-within-blue eyes....she pauses her playing and startles Genevieve stands up immediatly and curtsies low As the music of the baliset prances throughout the garden, hypnotizing the world to maintain a dream-like state, perfectly synced with the beauty of the chords and arpeggios as they follic around, Lady Diana enters the garden in the shadow of Sisay. Her posture is pulled back, perfectly erect, and clad in unmeasurably long robes. The thick, bulous, rippelings of velvet, contrasted sharply with the underlying sweepings of midnight silk, melt over her agile body. She is nothing more then a moving statue. All features inset with a detached calculation. At the introduction of Genevieve, Diana greets her in a sound that rivals the reediness of weeping willows, "A pleasure, Miss Milan.." Genevieve wears a simple white gown over her siniouse form, hair pulled back away from her face with a few quick gestures. She seems less confident then most here, and she wears her emotions on her sleeves...smiling when she's happy, crying when she's sad and finding no reason to hide any of it. Her body stiffens and she looks, for a moment, mortified in the company of a Bene Geseret....Quite out of her element among all these nobles. Sisay smiles at the statue-like position of the Sister. But she accepts this unfamilliar and somewhat strange look, as much as she expects other people to accept her own posture. She motions toward the waiting servant and ask: "What would you like to be served, my ladies?" Two Ginaz guards are barely visible in tha far edge of the garden, watching over the premises with an eagle-like gaze. The blue on blue eyes captivate the Sister for a moment. So she holds gaze upon Genevieve for perhaps one moment longer then is dictated in the books of formalities and pleasantries. At the offering, Diana swoops down onto the bench. All of her robes suddenly kidnap the air by the motions, ripping the cool breeze from the heavens, clothing them in darkness, until the wardrobe bleeds itself all across the fine furnature like a moving stain of midnight. "Tea will do me well, Lady Ginaz." She comments to Sisay, smiling ever so polietly, her firm facial structure untarnished by the twist of her lips. Genevieve a vermillion blush crosses over her smooth olive toned cheeks, accenting the cinnimon colored freckles upon the bridge of her nose and the creast of her cheekbone, she tucks a coiled lock of copper gold hair behind her left ear and has a seat Genevieve seems frozen, rather mortified...she says nothing in fear of saying the wrong thing with her glib common tongue, she chews her lip....wearing her emotions all over her features; exact opposite of the Bene Geseret's ability to control and hide their emotions. Sisay looks at the servant relaying Diana's wish. She adds: "A hot root-tea for me and a spice tea for Miss Genevieve I suppose." The servant bows humbly and scuries out quickly. Lady Sisay turns towards Genevieve and smiles happily noticing the flash of emotions on her face. She says: "Lady Diana was so kind as to invite me to the Chapterhouse a few days ago." Se chuckles softly and continues: "Which reminds me... tell me Sister, do you happen to have some sort of security guarding the premises of the Chapterhouse? I don't recall noticing any guards or anything alike." Genevieve says, "y..yes, thank you my lady." Back as stiff as a board, and chin poised upwards, Diana regards Sisay calmly as she answers, "Threats are only for those who would embrace them." and her chillingly serene smile formulates itself over her face again. "Oh!" She abruptly states, eyebrows lifting up her brow, "I had almost forgotten that which I came here to dilver for you, Lady Ginaz." At this, she her hand sweeps upwards, rollings of fabric cascading down the finely defined arm, washing over her hand, before gliding away from it, exposing the skin-tight ashen fabric beneath. Within the palm of her now outstreached hand rests a delicatly small, velveteen, box. "Open it." She commands, a pleasantly calm voice smiling from her lips. Genevieve smiles a little, watching Diana and Sisay With a very curious look on her face, Sisay slowly, very slowly as if under a spell, takes the small box from Lady Diana's hand and puts it on her own little palm. She studies it for a moment, trying to guess what might be hidden inside. She looks up to Diana, then back at the box. A guard approaches silently from behind chuckling. Sisay raises her gaze to meet the guard's. She mutters: "Yes, I know what my uncle sayd, but we trust Sister Diana. Now go watch some birds over there." as she makes a bored gesture with her free hand. She looks back at the small box and slowly opens it. While Genevieve is busy watching the Sister and Sisay intereact. The Sister seems more concered with watching the Concubine. Again, there is that smile on her face. One that truly isn't a smile, but just the muscular contractions into one, "I take it your stay with this fine house is a pleasant one, Miss Genevieve?" The box taken, and opened, her hands now fold themselves upon her lap. Pallid fingers weaving into a mesh of woven cleanliness. Genevieve says, "Yes...it has been quite lovely thusfar." Genevieve lies, something bothers her Her eyes show her inner termoil, a conflict within her mind of which she tries to silence. Her brows, thin as they are, are furrowed and knotted against her wrinkless melange rich skin, her eyes seem intent in watching the Bene Geseret, looking between her and Sisay. Her fingers hook on to the neck of the Baliset, moving over a set of chords before falling at her side, left hand a mild tint of red from the strain. Sisay takes a brecelet out of the small box. With her eyes open wide in deep admiration, seemingly ignoring the conversation so far, Sisay takes the bracelet in her hands and studies it. A remarcable piece of art, the bracelet is made of black opals and perls, woven with the purest gold. The firefly emblem is woven onto it aswell, made of many small rubys and perls. A small tear falls silently down Sisay's face as she puts the bracelet on her right wrist. It fits perfectly. Looking back at Lady Diana, Sisay mumbles in a trembing voice: "I ... I thank you so much, Sister Diana. I'm... speechless." Genevieve eyes sweep over to Sisay, looking over the braclet...her lips fold into a emotion rich smile, exposing perfect white teeth. "its quite lovely" she says in a mild soprano, inclining forward to see it closer. "It's a charm bracelet." Diana comments warmly, "On your wedding day, I will have the emblem of your suitor to wear." Her ethereal fingertips glide forward, reaching across Sisay's displayed hand, brushing along the skin until she points to the subtle nuances in the bracelet, where there appers to be barely defined clamps and nitchings for another item. "For, I do wish for your happiness." Genevieve watches them with a warm gaze, she lifts her glass of spice-tea and takes a sip Genevieve looks at Diana with an interested gaze, she looks over her black robes curiously and smiles Sisay starts shaking and shivering as she bursts into tears. Many small pearls of teenage passion gush from her obsidian black eyes, down her white cheek. She tries to say something, but the oly audible word between her sniffs is "Happyness". The servant, returning with the drinks, quickly puts a silver tray on one of the tables, takes a soft handkerchief from his pocket and hands it to the crying Lady. He then quietly sneaks out of the room. Wiping her tears form her face, Lady Sisay takes her cup of tea and starts sipping nervously. After a few moments she says: "Lady Diana, Mis Genevieve, please excuse my... I'm..." with a sigh she manages to continue: "It's just that I never received such a wonderfull present... and ... and..." she closes her eyes and sighs deeply. Genevieve takes out a silk hanky and offers it to Sisay From above the rim of her ceramic cup, tendrils of warm smoke waifting from the surface of her tea, Diana regards Sisay with a detached measurement. All of her body fluctuations, tremblings to her voices, and even the tears that slip from her cheeks are met with a cold calculation. However, still, she maintains the smile of a pleased mother, a mother that so desperatly had wanted to wed off her daughter, and now succeeded. Pride and joyousness. Returning to her feet, a hand reaching to Genevieve to accept the hankercheif from her, the Sister uses it to reach up to blot off some of the remaining tears. Diana, murmuring softly, "Oh, dear, everything is well..." Genevieve watches Diana and Sisay, frowning a little. She sets her baliset aside, watching them, straightening her hair with a quick gesture, and watching Sisay with compassionate eyes. Still sniffing and shivering from emotion, Sisay grabs Diana's hand, clutching it tightly. Hey black eyes, still wet from the tears they cried have a thankfull look. Gathering her strength again she says: "Thank you kindly. Everything is happening so fast..." she looks at Genevieve seking her support. She continues: "It's like yesterday I set foot on Kaitain. I remember Phillip picking me up, I remember uncle Jacob and Chardin. Then I met Master Jereth." A sigh interrupts her words but she continues, still shivering: "Marriage, everything since I arrived here focused on marriage... Except my sneaking onto the..." She gets a frightened look on her face as she swallows. The hand is cold, like death, like she had no temperature whatsoever. It's just there, a fitting gridwork of bones, muscle, and skin. However, no motion is made to cause it to leave Sisay's grippings. At her faltering voice, the Sister then smiles, "I see...Well, marriage is not the end of anything, Lady Ginaz. It can only be the beginning. The beginning of a join of two dominant Houses. Isn't that so? Your vows will do more then resign yourself..." Diana nods once, her braid shifting over her shoulder, then manages to slip her hand out from underenath her's, "Although, much to my chagrin. I should be going..." Genevieve says, "it was a pleasure meeting you my lady" Sisay sniffs and nods solemnly. "So it will be in deed." she says, regaining her normal tone. She stands up and mutters: "I will se you to the thopther. It was a very nice present which I will never forget and always wear. Please send my deepest regards to the Sisters who made it and to the Mother Superior. I shall see that House Ginaz will officialy thank the Sisterhood for your present and your kindness." She puts the kandkerchief on the table, smiling happily at Genevieve. Genevieve stands You leave the ivy-shrouded bench. Diana leaves the ivy-shrouded bench. You say, "This way, Sister." You climb the Stone Stairway. Diana climbs up the Stone Stairway. Diana has arrived. You say, "I hope we can meet again." "Oh, indeed, Lady Ginaz. I do hope so aswell. Please, have a most wonderful time this evening." Lady Diana watches you, a smile fitted upon her face, before the 'thopter lands and she dissapears inside of it. |
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