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    Durion Caranthir

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    November 20, 2017 - 7am

     

    Bare foot slapped down on the bare ass with enough force to leave a red blush on the nearly white flesh.

     

    [durion]You are still in my bed.[/durion]

     

    With that the elf's bare feet padded towards the open double doors that led to his bathroom. The gray silk on the bed moved, a magenta cascade of hair emerging from the gray silk to peek hazel eyes up after the man as he pulled the ebony locks through his hands to one side, exposing the sinewy muscled back and dimpled cheeks. The fae might have been horribly insulted but instead the smile lit the corners of her lips before she stretched and wormed her way out of the sheets. Truth was, as insolent and dismissive a playboy as he was in the morning, the Lord of Megildur was one hell of an attentive lover in the evening. It was not the first time she had been kicked out of his bed in the morning, it wouldn’t be the last, and she was far from the only woman that shared the dismissal fate.

     

    The glass ceiling overhead opened to the sky above as he passed through the carved doors and into the shimmering light that reflected off the waterfall that was his shower. Durion's manor had been very carefully placed in the wilds of the Amapa national park. The back of the home nestled into a mountainside, aligning perfectly so the small natural spring that continually cascaded down the front of the mountain face became his luxury shower, the stream it created running through his bathroom and into his bedroom, vanishing under a wall to come back out along the natural stones of the great hall until it finally exited from under the deck of the front porch. It was frigid in the winters, cold in the summers, and nirvana for the elf that was a part of nature more than the concrete jungles of man.

     

    Feet went from the wood floors to the riverrocks that flushed his stream, wading into the brisk waters, ebony silk began to soak as he stepped into the waterfall, the fresh mountain water spilling over the pale skin, chasing the ebony strands in wriggling masses down his spine to tantalizingly skitter over the dimpled cheeks.

     

    [npc]Aria has left, do you have a preference for breakfast today?[/npc]

     

    The woman was in her late 60s and merely human, a native of the Brazilian world before the Nevus had disrupted it. She had taken sanctuary in his lands and just, stuck around. Now she worked as his "servant" or perhaps it was mother figure, doing his personal cooking and setting his clothes out for him.

     

    [durion]… I have to meet with the Narwa bookkeeper so something out on the veranda my dear Conchita.[/durion]

     

    While others would have been barked to get out of his domain, the old woman was permitted in his home, his bedroom, even his bath. As she got his robe and set a towel over it on the carved wooden stool near the stream he used the natural aloe soap to scrub the "dirty" of the night before away.

     

    Robe was draped half open as he padded over the manipulated wood to the large closet. The manor was a marvel of his terrakinetic skills, but filled within the earth and tree walls was an array of evidence that he had an affinity for the outside world. His closet was one such place. From Armani to Saint Laurent to velvet from Dolce, the array of styles were as colorful as the one that wore them. He chose a pair of myrtle green corduroys that fit loose and a cream cashmere crew neck that contrasted the black ebony hair beautifully.

     

    Long fingers were buckling the rolex onto his wrist as he padded barefoot through the manor. Today he was taking breakfast on the massive veranda off his dining hall, the table an elven delicacy for the eyes, carved from a solid piece of burlwood.. This morning it was expertly set by Ms Conchita for four, she knew that the others were likely to join the "Lord" for his meal. Cloth napkin snapped from the side of his plate, fluttering back onto his lap as he awaited the delicacies he only entrusted with his house mother.

     

    Fruit was overflowing a silver platter in the center of the table, dragon fruit, kiwis and melons full of the ripeness of his secluded domain. A large dragon fruit was plucked from the perch and set on his plate, cut with skilled fingers before he began to scoop the meat from inside. He was looking forward to the meeting today with the bookkeeper. If his calculations were correct, and they usually were, they had had a very profitable quarter.

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    • 2 weeks later...

    Jyneva's soft, padded feet prowled quietly through the manor's luxurious halls, pausing only briefly every few tails-length as a new curiosity captured the intrigued feline's  attention. She had not slept a wink through moon-high. Which to be expected, had become a more common occurrence as of late. Though it hardly got cold in this new territory she had found herself apart of, her body nevertheless kept itself on a tight schedule, no matter the climate. Not that she took issue. There was hardly any harm in taking advantage of leaf-bare while it was in full circle. Sleep, to the feline was quite important and nearly sacred, more so now than leaf-fall or new-leaf.

    Still, even with that thought in mind, as Sinclair felt the warm rays of the dawning light wash over her pelt from the extravagant windows, she quietly found herself wishing the luminescence away once more. The warmth that often brought a content purr from deep within, was now nothing more than an inconvenience. The silent wish for the moments of twilight privately invaded her thoughts, near persistently.

     

    It was almost hard to admit, but this new land reminded her of her own forest back beyond the veil, especially during hours of dusk. Under the moon's ever present gleam the territory glowed silver, peace blanketing the earth like a Mother with new born kits. Predatory birds of the night would stalk the skies, only to dive at the sight of the unsuspecting hare. There, hidden among the bush would be she, cloaked in the shadows like a second home crouched and ready to pounce on both bird and hare alike and later to feast happily on their warm flesh as was nature's gift. The night brought adventure. bounty, and a sense of nostalgia she did not think she would ever feel again. Yet, when the sun rose from it's rest so did the tranquility.

    Jyneva hissed softly. Already her ears could pick up the annoying bustling of servants rising from their dens and nests to embrace the new sunrise. Their clattering feet capable of scaring prey from miles away, if the mouse-brains hadn't any sense to keep at bay before. Immediately she kept herself close to the tall walls lest she was accidentally stepped on in their haste. Her freshly groomed tail had already been a victim once in the last quarter-moon since her arrival, though it really did not matter a whisker. None would have the chance again, for this the cat was certain.

    The manor was far different than the human city of New York. It was vast and far more wild than anything the metal territory could have produced. Not to mention it lacked the very distinct scent of steel-crawlers that plagued the city like a persistent nest of diseased rats. It was unexpectedly pleasant, though she still far preferred the wild-lands and it's beasts over the manor and it's furless-twoleg inhabitants.

    Roaming into the dining hall, Jyneva poised almost elegantly at it's threshold, fluffed tail dancing lazily behind her as her sharp blue eyes took in the room with just the barest hint of interest on her well-groomed and dark feline features.

    'Where is the Elf Lord, I wonder?' The thought came unbidden, though not completely unwarranted. Having come here originally to seek out her own kind and that of the Court, Jyneva had found herself in acquaintance to the curious black-haired lord upon happenstance and now couldn't help but feel incredibly drawn to the growing influence he was trying to accumulate, and the large territory he already had under his figurative claws.

    It was truly curious. Would he claim and further his territorial reach or become just another piece of prey for another? It was a bit early to tell, but perhaps worth to witness all the same. The large, untamed land he held under his hairless paws also held her attention and thus her company. Though want he wanted from her was still very much a mystery.

    Sniffing the air, the black feline smirked with something quite feral, easily catching Durion's scent, and proceeding to follow it without much effort. She paused only momentarily as the sweet scent of his Den Mother was present as well, before flicking her tail almost absently and stalking fully out onto the territory overlook with ears folded back. It wasn't that she feared the old woman of the Elf's, that would be ridiculous. It was a different matter entirely. Truly, the human known as Conchita simply made Jyneva...apprehensive. The feline didn't know if the woman wanted to put a collar on her neck or bath her, but there was just a feeling in her paws that made her avoid the old, sweet scented woman lest she suddenly found herself wet and smelling of similar floral scents that made even the birds laugh with mocking delight. Perhaps it was a completely unwarranted feeling, but Sinclair was more ready to stay on the safe side than risk a form of human pampering she had seen on their 'pets'. For surely she was no creature's pet.

    Sporting a almost prideful glint in her gaze upon the thought, Jyneva meowed loudly to signal her arrival as she purposely allowed her feathered tail to brush against the Lord's chair as she leisurely passed by where he sat.

     

    "Ah, it is pleasing to see you finally awake." The feline purred, tail flicking back and forth as she climbed up onto a nearby railing that overlooked the Elf's vast claim. Most of what she could spot was land she had previous scampered about during the long night. Interestingly enough, just past the first large tree was where she had found a very small turtle that she found immensely pleasurable in playing and pawing around with. Even when it folded itself into it's shell she still prodded it around for a good hour until she had grown bored. The feline couldn't help but wonder if the little creature was still there. Perhaps she would check and bring the small piece of prey back to see if the Elf would enjoy it as much as she had, if the Lord was good.

     

    With that in mind, Jyneva's eyes scanned the sky before turning to regard the one who plagued her thoughts himself and his prey-pile, or more precisely the pile of oddities at it's center. It was an assortment of rabbit food of sorts. Lots of things that hung from trees and the likes, but hardly any meats. The realization made the feline secretly happy she had hunted and devoured a very colorful bird before returning back to the manor just a few short hours before. Not that she would have accepted the meal to begin with if it was ever offered. She was a hunter and took care of herself, just as it has always been.

    Flicking her tail almost impishly, Jyneva shifted her gaze to Durion, smirking as only a cat knew how. His mane was freshly groomed and held a shine that nearly rivaled her own black fur, though she would never say so out loud. "You did not beat the birds and the worms, but who can really hold themselves to those standards, other than me, that is?"

     

    Her strangely accented voice took on a more mischievously light tone as she regarded the Elf. Her attitude towards the Lord was perhaps a bit improper, as she was speaking to his more as an equal than anything, but she hardly could be blamed for not knowing the etiquette that those in power so commonly cherished. She was just a cat after all, wasn't she? What good would punishing a mere animal on proper manners be? It would be entirely foolish surely. It was that notion she took full advantage of.

     

    Privately, she was quite aware of her insolence, or at least could figure out the basics of such faux-pas without it having to be spelled out to her. Not that the feline really cared in the given moment to begin with. The only ones she would ever truly watch her tongue around were her own King Oberon and Queen Maeve and of course Mamitu, not that she had ever met the powerful Fae and God or even held any inclination to. The respect she held for her Majesty and the King was one of wary and apprehensive appreciation, better left to be regarded at a distance. A far distance. Especially in the case of The Eternal Judge. She did not fancy herself crafty enough to deceive a God, especially one who held no qualms of ending her foolishness with decisive ease.

     

    Though a Elf without any real power as of yet? There was hardly any harm with a bit of indiscretion.

     

     

    [OOC: I hope this is okay. If not I will fix immediately.]

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    ((ooc - was great! - since others still working on updating their profiles we can go for a bit till they are ready to join!))

     

     

    Knife popped a piece of the meaty fruit between his lips as elven ears listened to the soft pad of paws on his intricately architected wood floors. The "cat" had come across his path just a couple years ago. Was an odd Fae. It stuck around even as he had denied its existence in the beginning. More than once she had been unceremoniously picked up and tossed out his manor door, more than once his old "mother" had attempted to kick the "filthy" thing out. But since then he had gotten accustomed to the feline's presence the way one tolerates a pet that follows one home and refused to leave.

     

    Her loud mew drew an ebony brow upward, bare foot of his crossed leg moving to scratch at her back haunch with immaculately manicured prehensile toes. Her purr eliciting little more than a soft grunt of acknowledgement as he leaned his head back, eyes closing as he soaked in the early morning sun on his features, still damp locks sliding off the back of the chair to dangle down to the woven floor behind him before his chin came back up to eye the feline.

     

    "You did not beat the birds and the worms, but who can really hold themselves to those standards, other than me, that is?"

     

    The elf yawned as he reached for the pitcher that held fresh squeezed oranges, pouring it into the crystal glass at his right side as the melodic tones broke the morning silence.

     

    [durion]…up before the birds and the worms.. and yet my manor is still riddled with mice, you useless feline.[/durion]

     

    It was a fallacy. There were no mice in his manor, but the playful banter was something they had fallen into a while ago. It was a comfortable acceptance of each other's presence.

     

    The crystalline blue eyes flicked upward as the old native woman shuffled in, he could almost feel her glare at the cat, a chuckle bubbling up in his chest as he pulled his chair closer to the plate she was setting down for him. Nostrils drank in the scent with a sensual abandon. Food was a luxury here that he had come to expect and treat himself to often.

     

    The over-easy eggs were surrounded by two slices of fresh baked bread that had been toasted, bacon still sizzling as it sat at the top of the plate. Bacon. That was a sin he had never experienced on his world but one he indulged in every morning here. If for no other reason, Conchita was his favorite for her cooking skills. Nothing processed hit the elf's table, everything was natural and freshly picked or plucked.

     

    As the knife sliced through the egg and the first bite was brought to his lips, bare toes curled on the ground. Ability funneling into the natural structure of the terrace, racing up the railing to unravel the vine behind the feline. The strand reared up like a snake behind the black haunches a moment before it snapped at them like a wooden switch, intent on whipping a nice slap across the haughty feline's hind quarters if she didn’t notice and get out of the way in time. Impish twinkle sparkling in elven eyes as lips grinned and worked on the next bite of breakfast.

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    (OOC: Alright! <3 A little bit of one on one Jyneva and Durion bondin' AHOY!)

     

    Bright, slitted eyes narrowed in delight at the Elf's quip to her own playful question. She had to force the immediate purr that threatened to rise from her chest down at the hairless man's words while her white whiskers twitched with barely concealed amusement. Jyneva had found herself rather pleased with their conversations as of late, odd as it was to claim. Often, she would leave the Elf with a small purr of content only to find him a little later to battle over words once more at a later date, much to the chagrin of his Den Mother. He was an amusing creature, simply put, and there was little point to deny her own fascination.

     

    Not that she would ever say so out loud, of course.

     

    A playful look of surprise rose onto the feline's features as her pointed ears perked noticeably. "Oh, how utterly dreadful of me. What irreverence I have shown to your gracious hospitality. Why, I should sacrifice myself to the buzzards right now for my nerve, though I would hate to give the lovely Conchita any woe, you know how she does adore me."

     

    The smirk that had rose from her own words vanished as soon as the Den Mother herself took presence, her glare leaving the fur along Jyneva's spine slightly bristled with apprehension. Speak of the devil and she shall appear. The tensed feline sat motionless, eyes narrowed with distaste and ears slowly folding back upon her dark head, as the human proceeded to lay out food for the Elf like the overattentive mother that she was.

     

    The sight made Sinclair slight discomforted. How would the Elf become a true predator over his territory if everything from his prey to anything else was laid out for him? It was not the way of the wilds and Jyneva couldn't understand the privilege the Elf had. What if, Mamitu forbid, his Den Mother died? How would he feed himself until, obviously, he found a replacement Mother?

     

    She certainly wouldn't hunt for him. He ate too much.

     

    More so for Conchita to fret about than anything, Jyneva spoke up once more. "Next I hunt, I shall leave some mice inside your bedding comforts, so you may never again wonder on this one's hunting capabilities."

     

    Trying hard not to chuckle, Jyneva's gaze skimmed over the table full of foods with a wry smirk, before tensing as her body stilled with the barest hints of danger. Straightening up, her tail lashed agitatedly behind her as she fixed a sharp glare in the Elf's direction. She didn't know why she suddenly felt so uneasy, but it was his fault.

     

    It was always his fault. Sinclair had quickly come to know this for a fact.

     

    As if to prove her point, the vivid memory of just a few half-moons ago when he had used his magicka to string her up in a tree, entered her mind. it had been far too high to safely get down without embarrassing herself, and the Elf had left her there to be laughed and snickered at by the insolent creatures that lived nearby until she finally found a way down; leaves and twigs stuck haphazardly throughout her beautiful fur for days after. The Fae couldn't even begin to recount how many hairballs she had suffered while trying to pry, bite, and groom out every last foreign nightmare from her once gorgeous pelt.

     

    Naturally, of course, Jyneva had clawed, marked, and defiled some of his own favorite items in retribution for the act, once she had taken care of herself. Then, she took care of every single bird, mammal, and reptile that had dared laugh while she had been compromised, placing them neatly in a pile upon the base of the tree so the other mouse-brained pieces of prey would learn from their poor mistake. She hadn't even partaken in a single bite upon their fallen flesh, just to shame them further. Such was feline doctrine.

     

    Just like then, Sinclair was feeling the sharp prickling upon her instincts that something she would not like was about to happen. The cat could feel it in the tip of her whiskers and down to the end of her tail. Her eyes went from the innocently eating elf to the Den Mother and back again, watching them for any signs of mischief. She didn't exactly expect anything from the human, but you could never really tell with the old ones. Conchita especially was oddly springy for her age.

     

    "Hmm?" The soft hum escaped Jyneva's lips as her eyes narrowed almost impossibly further, become small slits of scrutiny as her fur puffed to make her nearly twice her size. The Elf was grinning. Why was he grinning?

     

     

    Unfortunately the answer came far sooner than the feline would have liked. So focused she was on watching her front, the cat did not take notice to the slithering vine behind her until it was far too late. With a smarting slap straight to her behind, Jyneva yowled loudly, hissing and spitting as she jumped from the railing and ungracefully into an unoccupied chair nearby-nearly tipping it over with her haste and weight.

     

    Hunching slightly so only her eyes gazed over the end of the table, she fixed her icy look upon the Elf, fur still fully bristled and a small growl escaping her lips. The sudden strike to her rear stung, but her pride and ego had taken an even greater blow from the highly uncalled for act.

     

    Jyneva didn't even know what to say. What could she say? The cat had just got spanked and it wasn't even sun-high. The nerve. The utter humiliation. How dare that Elf.

     

    Her eyes shifted to the Den Mother. The old croon had probably been in on it as well. Sinclair could practically taste the satisfaction coming off the human. She had half a mind to transform, right there in the chair, just to see the old woman splutter in shock at the sight of her bare hairless skin. Though she thought better of it at the last second. The croon would probably faint and she did not want to give the Elf a reason to use his magicka a second time, not that he had one to begin with. One spank was enough for an entire moon.

     

    Jyneva gaze fell back onto Durion, her black ears folding down onto her head as she practically spied at him from across the table, the upper half of her face the only part visible of her body beside the occasion sway of her feathered tail. It was a bit hard to be mad, she was quickly finding the more she stared. Strangely, Sinclair was more amused than anything, now that the pain in her rear had subsided. He had rightly got her, fair and square, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to even the score. Jyneva was a patient feline. Maybe it wouldn't be immediately, perhaps it would even be a century from now, but he would have his dues.

     

    Starting with leaving mice in his bedding. No, in fact, forget about mice, that was clearly amateurish for the given act that had fell upon her. No, instead the feline would drag and leave a live and angry python upon his pillow!
     

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    Perhaps it was because the elf was impish himself, but he seemed to have a strange kinship with the feline fae. Though where the fae could be eternally impish, an elf had limits. But this morning he was feeling peckish and playful. Bare foot swung from its perch draped over his other knee as he popped another piece of bacon between his lips.

     

    "Next I hunt, I shall leave some mice inside your bedding comforts, so you may never again wonder on this one's hunting capabilities."

     

    Hand reached for his glass, toasting her slightly before it drew near his lips.

     

    [durion]…shall I find such a present… you will learn just the extent of MY hunting capabilities.[/durion]

     

    It was not an idle threat. There was not a human alive… nor hardly an elf… that could shoot with the speed and accuracy that Durion could a bow. He could drop a fleeing bird from over a hundred yards and the feline damn well knew as such. Devilish eyes grinned as he watched her fur stand a bit at attention. She was sensing his playful attack but had yet to determine from where it would come.

     

    Chuckle erupted as his "whip" hit its mark. Her yowl echoing out into the woods while she degraded to hissing and spitting, her leap landing her right on the chair across from him. As satan eyes peeked at him from just over the table's edge he couldn’t help but chuckle further, the sound melodic as he brushed a stray ebony strand from his cheek and tucked it once more behind his ear.

     

    [durion]..what you get for getting haughty Jyneva. Too much arrogance is the downfall of all….even fur-covered fae.[/durion]

     

    The lesson was almost laughable coming from the elf. But for all his own arrogance, he had a tempered approach. He knew where his strengths lay and where his weaknesses were. There was a reason he had some of the best working for him. They filled in the gaps in his abilities and made him look brilliant in the meantime for having chosen them. It was only a bit more than seven years since he had been dumped on this planet, and in that very short time he had manage to build a small empire. It was far more than that dick Thanius had done at home. The "prince" had inherited his parents kingdom and ran it into the ground in less than twenty years.

     

    Eggs were sliced into, wet yolk oozing onto the plate for him to press his toast into, swirling the bread in the nectar before taking a healthy bite.

     

    [durion]I have business later this week in New York. If you are on good behavior I will invite you to come along.[/durion]

     

    Bread was swirled on his plate again before coming up for another bite. He knew she had a fondness for exploring, and messing with humans.

     

    [durion]…but you miss the plane back and you are walking back to the manor from there. [/durion]

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    • 1 month later...

    A strong smell of roasted beans wafted through the air in Kashmir's home. High up in the trees, Kash had built himself a comfortable domicile  complete with micro-roastery and all other essentials for a coffee-lab.

     

    [kashmir]Mmm. Espresso from the mountains of Peru. Perfect for an early morning.[/kashmir] 

     

    Kash was due at Durion's excessively opulent manor in just under an hour to deliver a monthly report on the Iron division. As much as he respected the elf, Kashmir simply could not bring himself to understand why anyone would want anything more than the basic necessities and one or two luxuries to make life tolerable.

     

    Finishing his coffee, Kash dressed and headed out to meet his employer for breakfast.

     

    The sun was still low in the sky as Kashmir's red suit arrived at Durion's door. He was shown in to meet with the lord of the manor, offering a cordial greeting to both his boss and the sullen looking cat on the ground. [kashmir] Good morning, Mr. Caranthir, feline. I trust you both slept well.[/kashmir] 

     

    Kash would wait for Durion to signal it was OK for him to sit before occupying a chair. He was formal, and that was simply going to be his way forever. [kashmir] The mines are in good shape, producing just about as expected.[/kashmir] 

     

    The elf paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. [kashmir] I will be making a visit to one of the mines tomorrow to check up on employee morale in general, and can report back on that afterwards, if you care to hear it.[/kashmir] Why anyone would want to hear about how their underlings were doing was beyond him. When someone worked for pay, that fulfilled your obligation to them as an employer. 

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    The ground and air warned the iron elf was coming. The master of the manor very sensitive to the movement on his natural floors, particularly with a bare foot planted on them, not to mention the huffing from Conchita as she let the other elf in. It also didn’t hurt that Kash had an unmistakable gait, always wandering with that stick.

     

    [kashmir] Good morning, Mr. Caranthir, feline. I trust you both slept well.[/kashmir]

     

    [durion]….she is a cat, Dorsanos…. all she does is sleep.[/durion]

     

    Knife that was cutting his egg gestured towards the chair to his left in invitation to join him for breakfast before he sliced again. Back of his neck bristled for the briefest moment. Kashmir had that formal air about him, that stuffy hierarchal nature born of Durion's home world. The arrogant pricks that didn’t let the bastard child come and play.

     

    But no sooner did he bristle than the mind quickly purred and reminded him this was not that world, and here he was on top of that arrogant pyramid.

     

    [kashmir]The mines are in good shaping, producing just about as expected.[/kashmir]

     

    Brow quirked a bit as he shrugged. "About as expected" was nearly not at all. The problem with the iron side of his business was the damn stuff was so difficult to mine compared to the coffee, soy and sugar which all so readily came out of the ground and could be harvested with minimal workers. The good news was even as low as productivity was, it had more than doubled since the division was taken over by Kashmir.

     

    [kashmir] I will be making a visit to one of the mines tomorrow to check up on employee morale in general, and can report back on that afterwards, if you care to hear it.[/kashmir]

     

    Again the ebony brow quirked high over the haunting blue eyes as the fork paused to his lips.

     

    [durion]…why would I..?[/durion]

     

    Egg popped between his lips before the fork gestured to the other elf's vacant plate, inviting him to eat. Originally the master of the manor had shunned the thought of including any elves in his endeavor on this world. It served them right for having excluded him from theirs. But as South America had become overrun with them, it became clear that selectively choosing to include them would only strengthen his footprint on the world. Kashmir had been a very logical choice. His ability with gems and to fortify materials was a natural support for the stubborn iron sector of his oligarchy.

     

    [durion]I have a meeting in New York later this week that I want you to come to.[/durion]

     

    Utensils were set aside as he reached instead for the fresh squeezed juice.

     

    [durion]… have a steel company looking for iron ore and need to be realistic about what we can begin to deliver on a quarterly basis to them.[/durion]

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    [durion]all she does is sleep.[/durion]

     

    Kashmir chuckled. Durion had no favor for those who acted frivolously. Didn't mean the Iron Elf had to approve of Durion's own frivolity, but it certainly made conversing with him more entertaining. 

     

    [kashmir]Can you really be mad at so dumb a creature, though? [/kashmir] 

     

    A smile spread across Kash's face as his employer both dismissed the idea of a morale update and invited him to sit.

     

    [kashmir] I figured you would find that a waste of time, but did not wish to assume. The humans have a rather comical, if vulgar, saying. When you assume, you make an ass of you and me. [/kashmir] 

     

    He drank deep from a glass of water for a moment before continuing. [kashmir] I suppose it is supposed to play upon the homophonic use of "you" and "u." A silly phrase.[/kashmir]

     

    [durion] I have a meeting in New York later this week that I want you to come to. [/durion]

     

    Kashmir set the glass down finally. Durion had finally gotten to business, and that was why he was here.

     

    [durion]… have a steel company looking for iron ore and need to be realistic about what we can begin to deliver on a quarterly basis to them.[/durion]

     

    A short pause on Kashmir's end before he spoke up once again. [kashmir] Well. We're still about eight months from getting a third mine operational, so that would pump up our output significantly. About another 2,000 expected tonnes per year. [/kashmir] 

     

    He speared a piece of fruit with his fork, delivering it to his mouth before continuing. [kashmir] We end up using 200 tonnes for repairs and resupplies every year, so our available exports should jump to a minimum of 6,500 tonnes. We have export contracts for 2,000 tonnes which we cannot cancel, so if they decide to contract with us now, they could lock down 1,000, and re-negotiate after the next mine is open for 3,000 total.[/kashmir]

     

    The elf was thinking while he talked. What would it take to accelerate that mine's opening? As it was, he spent half his days fortifying equipment so it would last longer. He couldn't fortify everything, though, and there were electrical malfunctions, which had to be repaired, and that took more iron than he was comfortable with them using. Everyone knew you didn't dip into your own stock.

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    [kashmir] Can you really be mad at so dumb a creature, though?[/kashmir]

     

    Smirk played on his lips as fork lifted a bit, head nodding faintly a "touché" . Brow quirked high at the expression regarding "assume". It was one he was not familiar with, taking a moment to catch the meaning before a light chuckle lit the air with its melodic tone. It was a good one. The elf never assumed anything so it fit well. For all his potential for flamboyancy, the elf was underneath all business as he moved the topic directly to New York.

     

    [kashmir] We're still about eight months from getting a third mine operational, so that would pump up our output significantly. About another 2,000 expected tons per year. [/kashmir]

     

    A crease marred the smooth brow as thoughts churned. They were not even producing half what mines their size SHOULD produce. There just was not enough equipment, nor workers to mine the difficult ore. It wasn’t Kashmir, of that the elf was certain, the man had nearly doubled their output since coming on board. It was a simple matter of resources. Frankly it was just easier to grow and harvest the coffee and sugar cane. Fortunately both were far exceeding their initial estimates for the year.

     

    [kashmir] We end up using 200 tonnes for repairs and resupplies every year, so our available exports should jump to a minimum of 6,500 tonnes. We have export contracts for 2,000 tonnes which we cannot cancel, so if they decide to contract with us now, they could lock down 1,000, and re-negotiate after the next mine is open for 3,000 total. [/kashmir]

     

    The crease had gotten deeper as he slowly chewed a piece of apple as though it were tough meat. The iridescent blue orbs were focused on the panoramic scenery, clearly calculating something silently. The advantage of having grown up on his world a nobody, he had learned to think more than anyone else he knew. He had developed a real knack of seeing the entire picture, not just the problems right in front of him.

     

    [durion]…… Siderurgica del Orinoco.[/durion]

     

    Those piercing eyes flicked his way wondering if he had ever heard of it. The Spanish name rolled off the elven tongue with an exotic flare as he reached for the glass of juice once more.

     

    [durion]… been in talks to buy the mine and steel plant.[/durion]

     

    Glass was set down as he paused, knowing this would come as news to the Iron Elf since he had not yet discussed it with him.

     

    [durion]… now I have no intention of smelting and making steel… not enough profit in the venture, however this plant has a blast furnace, we could convert our ore to pig iron. Pig iron sells for nearly double what the raw material does because it is one step closer to steel.[/durion]

     

    Kashmir was smart, he would see the benefit of such a venture. At double profit they could better start to purchase new equipment for their own mines to pull more ore and then convert to pig iron and make even more.

     

    [durion]Thing I don’t like is its not in my territory. Two thousands miles northwest.[/durion]

     

    He let it sit in the air once more. While he made his own decisions, he also valued the opinions of his hand picked staff and while he might have already determined what he would do, it didn’t mean the right argument couldn’t sway his thoughts.

     

    Fingers popped a strawberry between his lips as he let the elf stew.

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    [kashmir] Siderugica!? [/kashmir] The normally steely elf was taken slightly aback. The foundry was huge, not necessarily functional, and way out of Durion's territory. It had been a pipe dream when the iron arm was founded.

     

    [kashmir] How big is the initial cost? It could take years for us to recoup losses. NARWA Iron is barely profitable as-is. Some of our clients even do their own pig-iron processing. [/kashmir] 

     

    There were potentially hundreds of thousands of dollars at risk here, as well as the strength of NARWA as a whole. 

     

    Kashmir speared another piece of fruit, pausing before chewing and speaking again.

     

    [kashmir] So, it's out of NARWA's reach. Does that mean we expand north? Or just secure trade routes? If we're dealing with unsafe area, I'll start working on fortifying our trucks.[/kashmir]

     

    The elf really didn't know what to suggest. There were too many factors at play here, and while the foundry would be a major boon, it was also a huge cost-sink for a facility that was questionable at best in its functionality.

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    Impish blue eyes watched the surprise the iron elf couldn’t hide. The master of the manor liked to hold a few secrets in his deck of cards.

     

    [kashmir] How big is the initial cost? It could take years for us to recoup losses. NARWA Iron is barely profitable as-is. Some of our clients even do their own pig-iron processing.[/kashmir]

     

    Thick flesh of a strawberry blessed his lips as the corners grinned upward.

     

    [kashmir] So, it's out of NARWA's reach. Does that mean we expand north? Or just secure trade routes? If we're dealing with unsafe area, I'll start working on fortifying our trucks. [/kashmir]

     

    The flesh was devoured before the blue eyes took a moment to flick to the fae feline, reassuring himself she was behaving…for the moment, before speaking again.

     

    [durion]It is too far to start running the mine safely, so for now that will simply be kept in our reserves. But my thought was to dismantle the entire facility and transport it into NARWA land between our second and third mines.[/durion]

     

    It was a ridiculous feat he was considering. Risky at best, tragically flawed at its worst. But if it worked, the payout would be large. The iridescent orbs caressed over the fruit plate again, plucking a plum from the stack that he rubbed on the sleeve of his turtleneck as he continued.

     

    [durion]There is some substantial mining equipment in the mine we could get first. If it were made operational in our untapped fourth mine, it should increase our output by nearly twenty percent. [/durion]

     

    Juice stained his lips as he broke the skin of the plum, the impish light in the elven eyes still dancing with eager plotting. Shrug was light as he leaned back in his chair.

     

    [durion]…moving the blast furnace will be a bit more of a chore though.[/durion]

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    Durion was patently insane. 

     

    Well, his ideas weren't THAT absurd... assuming (erroneously) that they had someone who could teleport items. So, the idea was absurd.

     

    Kash sat back in the chair. [kashmir]Sir. With all due respect, have you done any of the calculations on this? Transporting the equipment will be more expensive than you may have realized. Plus, it may need to be fixed after it has arrived.[/kashmir]

     

    Moving anything precious in the no-man's land outside NARWA territory was dangerous. Durion would need to hire security, provide the flat-beds for broken equipment, and still have appropriate funds to actually purchase the mines.

     

    [kashmir] A twenty percent increase in our production would be fantastic, but it may take years to recoup losses from actually moving the materials. Can NARWA handle that kind of burden until we can get back to full strength?[/kashmir]

     

    Kashmir snagged another two pieces of fruit, methodically depositing them onto his plate before taking a drink. 

     

    [kashmir] I do apologize for my doubts, but this is a rather large and risky undertaking. I would not want the rest of the enterprise to suffer for the sake of one arm.[/kashmir]

     

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    He could almost see the brain jumping to the conclusion that the head of the manor was nuts, and the reaction only drew a more impish quirk to his lips. Plum was bitten once more as the mischievous eyes watched the iron elf sit back in his chair.

     

    [kashmir] Sir. With all due respect, have you done any of the calculations on this?[/kashmir]

     

    Smirk only broadened as the man proceeded to lecture him on the expense of attempting to transport the equipment. He was certain Kash was considering the lack of cleared roads, security, the trucks that would be needed to even consider such a thing.

     

    [kashmir] A twenty percent increase in our production would be fantastic, but it may take years to recoup losses from actually moving the materials. Can NARWA handle that kind of burden until we can get back to full strength?[/kashmir]

     

    Brow quirked as the grin continued to ghost over his lips.

     

    [durion]… one might think you don’t trust me to run the company, Dorsanos.[/durion]

     

    [kashmir]I do apologize for my doubts, but this is a rather large and risky undertaking. I would not want the rest of the enterprise to suffer for the sake of one arm.[/kashmir]

     

    Chuckle bubbled up, melodic in a way humans could not hope to mimic as his fingers snatched the glass of juice from the table while standing. Bare feet padded to the railing, hip slipping unto the sumptuous wood that formed the top as he perched toes in between the branches that formed the ornate scrollwork of the barrier between the porch and a thirty foot drop.

     

    [durion]I am not some human simpleton Kashmir. I would never risk the coffee or sugar divisions on a chance to increase the iron division when its still so much less profitable.[/durion]

     

    He seemed to be contradicting himself and the grin said he was up to something as always. Glass reached his lips, pausing before he drank.

     

    [durion]…besides….plan on flying the equipment here.[/durion]

     

    Glass came to his lips with a grin, knowing that ought to solidify his "insane" label by the iron elf.

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    [Kashmir] No, sir. I never meant to imply that you were. I just know how you can sometimes get... shall we say, carried away with your plans? [/Kashmir]

     

    Kash blurted his apologetic explanation as soon as his boss finished speaking. It was uncharacteristic, but he had misspoken,which was also not in his habits.

     

    Then, the rest of the idea.

    [Kashmir]You... EHWHWHAT?[/Kashmir]

     

    Kash would have spat his drink out had he been drinking. His boss really was insane.

     

    [Kashmir] Apologies. Did you say you were going to FLY it back? Where will we get something big enough to haul a coke oven? Or a pilot willing to do it?[/Kashmir]

     

    The iron elf was flabbergasted. Kashmir did not like being flabbergasted. It made him feel dumb.

     

    Some people might call his state "speechless," but let's just agree that he was flabbergasted because,let's face it, that's just more fun.

     

    Kash leaned back in his chair, fingers twisting metal and gems around his finger as he ransacked his brain for an intelligent response.

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    The impish expression was downright boyish as he watched the iron elf stumble over an apology while still noting that the lord of the manor had a tendency to go…overboard… with his plans.

     

    Sitting on the sculpted railing he waited silently though for the last revelation to sink in as he drank his juice and glanced out over his domain before it finally came.

     

    [kashmir] You... EHWHWHAT? [/kashmir]

     

    The melodic elven laughter rang out over the patio, dancing off the glassware like a rich tuning fork. Bare feet swung off the rail as he hopped down and strode out to the far end of the patio to look down over the grounds.

     

    [kashmir] Apologies. Did you say you were going to FLY it back? Where will we get something big enough to haul a coke oven? Or a pilot willing to do it? [/kashmir]

     

    He loved the absolutely flabbergasted sound in the normally even keeled elf's tones. Durion enjoyed a healthy amount of mischief and catching others off guard was something that never failed to tickle his nature. Ebony silk caught the wind, snapping around his shoulders as he turned the mischievous blue eyes towards his companion.

     

    [durion]Down in Macapa I found what I believe used to be called a Lockheed C-5 Galaxy that seems to be in working order. I intend to move it to our air strip.[/durion]

     

    The iron elf likely didn’t know what the Galaxy was, but he was aware of the Macapa airport near their territory. It was abandoned and they had begun to pilfer supplies from it and transport them to the hanger on their own airstrip on Megildur land.

     

    [durion]… massive cargo plane. And our Miss London claims she can fly anything…I think that it's time to put that to a challenge.[/durion]

     

    Smirking he finished the juice in his glass. Of course that did leave one small detail for the iron elf to work out, moving the behemoth equipment onto the plane.

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    Kashmir stared, mouth agape, at his boss.

     

    [kashmir]Well then... I suppose you have this all figured out.[/kashmir] 

     

    The Iron Elf could not help but laugh softly at his boss's planning and apparent composure in the face of a nigh-impossible task. 

     

    [kashmir] Miss London is... well... one of the few people who actually concerns me.[/kashmir]

     

    The security minded man was not one to leave anything to chance. 

     

    [kashmir]We never actually completed her background checks. [/kashmir]

     

    Kash looked down at his hands and spun the ring around his finger. He felt the gemstones bump under his thumb and smiled. They were beautiful indeed, and the powers he could draw from them, quite extraordinary. A momentary clearing of the throat, and Kash looked back at his boss.

    [kashmir]Well sir, count me in if it will bring more profit to the company. Is there anything I can do to help move the process forward?[/kashmir]

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    [kashmir]Well then… I suppose you have this all figured out.[/kashmir]

     

    Chuckle flowed easily from his chest as the iron elf joined him in a laugh, though Kashmir's still had that hint of "you're crazy" which didn’t seem to bother the Lord of the manor.

     

    [kashmir] Miss London is... well... one of the few people who actually concerns me. We never actually completed her background checks. [/kashmir]

     

    Bright eyes rolled under the thick ebony lashes as he raised his glass of juice towards the man.

     

    [durion]…how very human of you Kashmir.[/durion]

     

    Background checks… there was something that did not exist in the world he tried to forget he came from. He had made such a dynasty here for himself he often forgot there had been a life before…. then something decidedly "human" reminded him this was not his world.

     

    [kashmir]Well sir, count me in if it will bring more profit to the company. Is there anything I can do to help move the process forward? [/kashmir]

     

    Elegant brow quirked at the iron elf as the smirk played on his lips.

     

    [durion]..lá rada- lárë[/durion]

    ((yes, find a way to make it happen))

     

    The melodic cadence was a stark contrast to the vulgar "english" that they had learned since they were stranded on this planet. Their language spoke so much more with far fewer words.

     

    Hand pulled through the drying ebony silk, letting it fall behind his shoulders as he strode back to the table, plucking a strawberry from the pile of fruit at the center before dropping back into his chair.

     

    [durion]…probably should start with contacting London. I haven't exactly told her about the Lockheed yet, let alone recruited her to haul the equipment.[/durion]

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    Kash sat back in the chair, fingers laced in his lap as he spun the ring with his thumb. His eyes flicked from place to place before settling back on his employer.

    [kashmir]Even among the inferior beings, there are those who have had good ideas. Security of mind and understanding of weaknesses are rarely worth leaving unchecked when dealing with high-value equipment.[/kashmir]

     

    Red fabric crinkled lightly as Kashmir's hands separated and his left arm came up to support his head as he leaned forward. 

     

    [kashmir] Besides, we are dealing with a human. [/kashmir]

     

    The melodic sound of elvish brought a soft smile to his lips. He replied in kind, voice less polished than Durion's.

     

    [kashmir]As you wish. I will succeed.[/kashmir]

     

    The Elf's native tongue was so much more formal than was English. It reinforced a level of structure and stratified society that was sorely lacking in this new world. Kashmir shrugged off the memories before returning his mind to business.

     

    [kashmir]Will that be all?[/kashmir] He asked, still with the soft smile. [kashmir]It would appear I have much to keep me busy in the next few days.[/kashmir]

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