Posted on 03/18/2002 11:39:36 PM PST by acnielsen guy
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The shouting was deafening. The recipients of the shouting were shifting on their feet and looking guilty. The bellowing person had great reason to be shouting. It was his job to maintain order in the keep. And these three seemed bent on making that job as impossible as it could get... Karsh Kentu was disheveled. His hair was a mess, his clothes even worse. He looked like he'd had a whole horde of Norkell hop over him. the tray wrapped around the upper portion of his back told part of the tale.. the smoke rising off of him told the rest.
Arselen had small holes burned into her dress, both top and bottom. Somehow she seemed to have gotten a plant tangled in her hair. And everything else.
Abilene, if it was possible, looked worse than the other two. If it was possible for a ghost to look worse than the previous two sorry looking people. She looked absolutely tortured. Her nails looked chipped and broken. Her hair was wooly and wild. Her clothes were torn and tattered. She was daubing at something on Arselen's cheek..
And so it was that Rathe Kar, Captain of the Guard got a chance to scream his heart out to three members of The Most Unappreciative Audience EVER. He paced, he swore, he threw things, he jumped up and down, he smashed things, he pointed and made stabbing motions, he turned purple with veins sticking out all over his forehead. And that was all in the first three seconds.
"....And then you three fall over the balcony directly into the laps of the visiting countess of H'ri Bick with you-" pointing at Karsh Kentu, "flashing her and her escorting ladies with your towel half hanging there. And that Da-" Arselen coughed, "sword of yours almost skewering Bentold before he could move! You did that on purpose!"
He turned his fury to the Queen.More angry with her than anyone else, if that were possible.
"And you! If you weren't Queen, and you weren't my half-sister!, I'd turn you over my knee and make you wish that plant was the worst of your worries!" All three perps were guesturing and hemming, hawing, and saying fragments of words. Rathe kept going.
"I'm disappointed in you! You of all people know how to comport yourself, and you resort to grappling with half dressed men like children! And you broke that table in front of the delegates from Zhithrik!"
"Karsh Kentu landed on me!" Arselen protested.
"Abilene pushed me!" Karsh said, looking at the ghost.
"He bit me." Abilene said with a straight face, "See?" She held out one finger for inspection. Rathe didn't buy it.
"Youre a ghost! WHat can he possibly do to you?"
"He can throw lightning." she added in her defence.
"You started it, you set me on fire!" Karsh offered. He was right, she had set him on fire first. Not that it did anything to him. Rathe swore the man was made of stone, or undead. The latter was probably the more likely....
He shook his head, my how they could confuse a body when one was trying to get a good yelling out.
"And how did those holes get burned into your clothes, dear sister?" he asked sweetly, trying not to sound like he was changing the subject.
Arselen looked down at some of the larger, more revealing holes and singe marks, "Oh my." She looked over at Karsh Kentu, who in turn pointed at Abilene.
"She cheated. She didn't stay solid after setting me alight." Rathe could see it now, lightning going through a ghost to make one nice expensive formal dress become something out of a barmaids' closet..... he tried to shake the humor of it out of his head and failed.
"I hate to ask.. but just how did that tray become lodged on your back? Hmm?" He was rocking on his heels now.
"What tray?" the one that's attached to my back you mean? Why no, I have no idea how that got there...
Rathe grabbed it, and with some effort, pulled it into view. Karsh Kentu looked surprised.
"That crinkling sound was a tray?"
Remind me to take a long vacation away from here, the Eternal preserve me if I make it through this day...Rathe was really trying to keep himself together. But since he had pages of complaints and reports, and outright gratitude from some, about the ongoing 'sibling rivalry and outright terror' activities of these three... He was lucky to keep his head from spinning. He needed a drink.
"Go. Just get out of my office, and don't make me drag you three back in here again, especially you, Abilene. For someone who was a Queen herself, you act rather..." He couldn't think of a word to mean what he wanted to say. Abilene should have been born a man.
*Ooops! too long!* Laters -Darksheare
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