Patty accepts the gentlemanly gesture, her cheeks flushed. "Um, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir..."
Awkward! :smalltongue:
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Patty accepts the gentlemanly gesture, her cheeks flushed. "Um, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir..."
Awkward! :smalltongue:
The pleasure is mine. A welcome change: instead of a lust aura, touching this God may instill warm and fuzzy feelings of happiness. But Patty's still nude, and I have no idea if that affects anything...
Warm fuzzies do produce somewhat interesting effects, perhaps...
*cough*
Anyway, Patty does take a discreet look around for her clothes. "I'm sure. Er...may I say you're a very lucky man?"
Smiling, she goes to retrieve said clothes and slip them on. Presuming they're not ripped too badly. :smalltongue:
The last mention was to the effect that they were slowly removed, so I don't think they'll be ripped. :smalltongue: Turning to examine a painting on the wall, the God stands with his back to Patty as she dresses. You may, and I thank you for it. Both for the compliment, and also for, as I understand it, helping this circumstance come about...
Patty smiles at the old-fashioned gentlemanliness...and blushes a little at the compliment. "It was nothing, really. Angela did the work, I just stood there...
...and you should meet my uncle some time, you know? I think the two of you would get on well."
She finshes adjusting her top. "Er...you can turn around now, too."
Solaroyo turns around and looks her over for the first time. Perhaps someday...
Patty smiles, curtsying formally. "I...thank you, sir. I suppose I should be going now...?" She looks up, clearly desirous of formal permisson to depart.
He nods to her in return. You may go, but do come back for a visit some day...
She smiles, and nods. "I certainly shall. Fare well until then."
And Patty turns to head out the door...hips swaying. :smalltongue:
Patty leaves, not knowing if the god is watching her hips. :smalltongue:
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Once she's outside, Patty tries to contact Angela mentally. Wondering if she's still enjoying her time with Sydney. :smallwink:
Angela is somewhere in HALO, sulking because she got the idea that Erin was avoiding her because Tobias actually scared her off. She can be contacted, of course.
Clearly Erin needs to rectify that...
~Angela? I've succesfully returned the ring...~
Patty's mental voice probably carries some nice, 'relaxed' undertones providing hints at what happened next. :smalltongue:
Wait, didn't Tobias really scare her off? :smallconfused::smalltongue:
Angela knew that would probably happen. I knew I could count on you! Great job Patty! She sends some happy tingling feelings.
"Surely, you jest." :smalltongue:
*ahem*
Patty shivers pleasantly at the tingling feelings, humming both to herself and through the mental link. ~Thank you, my lady! Is there anything else you need me to do while I'm here?~
Well, if you really wanted to stay in the city, I would like if you could recruit some more clerics and set up a small church or sect or something... Angela, quite bored, gives Patty the sensation that her invisible hands are feeling her up. But no, Matt needs you now more than I do. Thank you for your loyalty and your excellent work, my High Priestess...
Patty squirms a little at the sudden groping feeling. ~Mmmm....well...I have been invited back, perhaps I could do something like that on my next visit...mm...thank you, my Lady....Angela...~
Angela giggles and starts pinching Patty lightly. We're going to expand our Church and make a wonderful thing, babes. Now get going. A swat on the rear! :smalleek::smalltongue:
Patty giggles as well, squirming more, then jumps in surprise!
~Hey! I guess I'll be coming home then...see you soon?~
A mental wink, then she Folds out!
Erin should appear in an empty hallway, inside the Keep.
And appear, Erin does, taking a deep breath and looking 'round.
Oh, it might be noted she would still be wearing BR's clothes, if they hadn't been just about completely burned off of her...
The Keep is pretty much deserted, but if Erin stays in the same place for any length of time, a roving guard would eventually spot her.
Well, she won't stay in one place too long, instead walking and trying to figure out exactly where a quite underdressed half-ghost is supposed to find Angela in all this big huge honkin' castle. :smalltongue:
Angela is in the Royal Quarters section, she apparently has a room here, but its not exactly marked, so it could take Erin awhile of blundering about before she gets to the one entrance of the hallway where the Royal Family's rooms are. Of course, that hallway is guarded by a pair of armed soldiers.
Aha! Beefeaters! Just what Erin needs.
Well, more precisely, she needs to find somebody who knows the place, but the guards will do.
And so the white-haired, blue-eyed woman, in the clothes that cover JUST enough right now to be decent (and not a scrap more (and only from the front)) walks right up torwards them with a purposeful stride.
The soldiers instantly become alert and lower their spears at her. "Halt! Put your hands up and identify yourself!"
Erin freezes, raising her hands...
Oh wait, there goes a bit of decency...
"My name is Erin O'Connell of the Clan O'Connell. I'm the...socius amplexus...of the Lady Angela."
One of the soldiers steps forward, reflexively prepared to frisk her for weapons, but he realizes that isn't necessary at all. :smalltongue:
"What? How did you get in here? Is the Princess expecting you?"
:smalltongue:
"I came here using directions by Tob...King Vulpan. And I...I think she may be, yes."
Erin swallows, keeping her hands up and out to the sides where they can be seen, and awaits their verdict.
...besides, even if Tobias hadn't burned her clothes off, the perv, why frisk her for weapons when she is one? :smallamused:
The guards look at each other, one of them discreetly tapping a dully glowing stone on his belt as he watches Erin while the other withdraws down the hallway to knock at a door and stick his head inside.