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[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

[The screen would flicker on with the sound of a few things hitting the wall. It would seem that something had knocked the device to the floor with some force and accidentally powered it on. Though whoever might be listening is getting a view of the ceiling, a particularly irritated voice can be heard ranting about her current circumstances.]

...unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable. When I find out who is responsible for this, I'll tear their heart out and feed it to them.

[Another broken cup, perhaps? Either way, it's in pieces, now. Seems like it's taken some of the wind out of her sails, though.]

No furniture. No Ronove. No magic. What kind of hellhole is this? M...maybe this is hell. ...No...but this definitely isn't Rokkenjima.

[And then the device on the floor caught her eye. To the viewer, the angry voice would give way to a stately looking blonde with an inquisitive stare.]

A tape-recorder...?

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[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

No no, it makes sense. But when you put it that way I'm getting a fun mental image. A dapper gentleman, teacup and saucer in one hand, both perfectly balanced without spilling a drop. The other hand is busy throwing punches or what have you. Cravat, monocle, suit -- his butler-y raiment in general doesn't have a hint of disarray in the least as he battles on.

[She pauses, asking almost shyly.]

Does he have a monocle?

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

[She's perfectly delighted hearing such an accurate description. It'll only make her move a little closer to the screen.]

Yes, yes! He does wear a monocle! He's a picture of proper attire without a hair out of place. You speak of him as though you've met him.

Ah, but he makes the very best black tea you've ever tasted.~

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Aw, I was just thinking what a proper butler looks like. That's all. Sounds like he's the most proper of butlers, then.

[A pause.]

What's the difference between black tea and... err, other forms of tea? Never really been all that learned on that subject.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

He's very proper, but he's not stuffy or anything.
He jokes and pokes fun. He just does it in a very dignified way.
It's hard to explain.

[She taps a finger to her chin just a moment before answering.]

Black tea tastes a bit stronger than regular tea. It's bold and rich.
It really depends on what you blend it with. I like mine with milk and sugar.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

He pokes fun? At you, even? Sounds like it tests the master/servant relationship a bit, but I dunno. A bit of verbal sparring is much better than stony silence. More fun, too.

[As for the tea, she takes a moment to let the new information absorb somewhat.]

It's still less bitter than coffee, I hope. Tea just seems to have more flavor than the other stuff, usually.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

Ah, yeah, just a bit. I let him get away with it because I like the company.
He keeps me grounded...as much as I can be.

Oh, much less bitter. I actually prefer mine to be on the sweet side.
I'm also a great fan of tea parties. Have you ever been to one?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Probably nothing like the ones you're thinking of. I do like a warm drink in the middle of the afternoon with good company, though.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

That's really all you need, then.

Huh, so I suppose no one has had a proper tea party here, then?

That's no good. Would you be interested in coming if I were to have one?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

A "party" implies I've had tea with more than myself as an attendee, so, nope!

It'd be my pleasure. Sounds like you've got quite a few stories we could swap over a few cups.

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm quite sure I could come up with something entertaining to talk about.
Maybe I'll check around and see if this place has any decent shops.
It might be nice to see you in person. I'm not accustomed to these...electronic things.
By the by, I don't believe I've asked your name. I imagine it would be hard to call upon you without it.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[She blinks, then smiles sheepishly.]

I've... really gotta get better at the "give out name first, chat pleasantly second" kinda thing. Name's Devola. And yourself?

[golden-nocturne.livejournal.com]

[She'll return the smile with a light giggle.]

It's quite alright. I was enjoying the conversation.
My name is Beatrice. A pleasure to meet you.~