071314ThiagoRysporADULT

-- languidLachesis [LL] began pestering transchronicAllegorator [TA] at 01:47 --

 LL: You hear a bang on your door. "Thiago!"

 TA: Thiago quickly gets up and opens the door. "Father! I have news for you! Please, Listen!"

 LL: Ryspor is standing in the doorway, a mug of some fruity drink in his hand. "Oh?"

 TA: Thiago smirks. "The thorn in your side, the privateer troll?/I have just got in contact with his son."

 TA: "And I have told him I want to visit./This is the perfect opprotunity!"

 LL: "For what?" Ryspor raises an eyebrow.

 TA: "For finally taking him DOWN father!" Thiago can't believe he isn't jumping on this chance.

 LL: Ryspor sips his drink.

 TA: "Vejant, Empress's privateer, against us!"

 LL: "While I like your enthusiasm... do you have more of a plan than 'Meet up and take him out'?"

 LL: "Also, how do you know his son wasn't put up to it?"

 TA: "That I do not know, but I talked to him."

 LL: "Too risky."

 TA: "Well, that is to say, I talked to him first."

 LL: "Did you tell him who's son you are?"

 TA: "Unfortunately... I did. But It's fine!/All we have to do is let me hang out./The two of us will get much closer, and/then something will go wrong with their air ship!"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "This will be a few weeks in the making/but if we are careful, we can swing it."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "Maybe he won't even know it was me."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: "I'm not going to risk you going onto that Airship."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: Ryspor frowns. "In fact, I'm banning you from speaking to that boy again."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: "He can go be Rainbow Rumpus Betrayal Buddies with someone else's son. You're too precious to me, and too trusting for this."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: Thiago angrilly grits his teeth. "Please, father. You think I'm so gullible?/I wouldnt' be walking into a trap!"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: "You'll be walking into a trap YOU MADE."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "Then give me time to disarm it, trust me./Let me talk to Vyllen some more, you'll see./I'll get some info about their airship,/and then we can see about this quick trip."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "I want to prove myself to you, Father."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: He takes another sip. "You can prove yourself by heeding me when I say you will NOT be speaking with that boy again. If I catch you, I will take away your computer."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: Thiago breathes in slowly. "Very well, Father. I will respect you."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "Did you have something you wanted to say?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: "Aah, yes. I was going to inform you that we were invited to a party, and ask if you wanted to attend."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: Thiago tilts his head. "Whose party is it?

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: "Rilset and Nullar are finally ending their reclusion. Their children, Erisio and Acenia, are having a Wriggling Day, and we've been invited as a pair of Malcontents."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "They are our allies?/We can be sure they are sympathetic?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "Also, did you just say Acenia?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: "Who do you think has been smuggling them things for those children for years?" He laughs. "They're quite sympathetic, as they too are pursued by the governments."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: "Yes, Acenia. Their daughter."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "Well then, I would be happy to attend."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: He grins. "Already got your mind on your quadrants, eh?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: Thiago smiles (seemingly) knowingly, playing into his father's presumptions, and looks to the ground sheepishly.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "I think she has a pretty name, is all."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: He takes another sip. "Uh... huh...." He waggles his eyebrows. "Maybe we should get you some new clothing, before the party. Can't have my son attempting to Flirt in something drab."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "I will be sure to dress in my top threads,/though I would not mind something that is new!" Thiago brightens a bit more.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: And makes a stupid looking smile 3=:}

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "When is this party?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: "I'm not completely sure. I believe in a week or two."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "I will be ready./Let me know when we will go out shopping."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: "Of course." He smiles. "I'll go plot a city. Don't forget to do your chores today."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "I never fail to do my chores, father."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: Thiago smiles sweetly.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: "If that will be all, we will talk later."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: "Of course." He taps his nose knowingly. "I'll be watching."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: 3=:]

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> LL: He heads upstairs.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: When Thiago closes the door, his eyes briefly flash with anger. He heads over to his desk and removes a notebook, in it are a bunch of random scribblings with no real meaning, at least not at face value.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: On page 27, he adds two names, Erisio and Acenia, then flips to page 76 and scratches Acenia off.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> TA: He closes it and stows it back underneath the pile, and prepares for his chores.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> -- languidLachesis [LL] ceased pestering transchronicAllegorator [TA] at 02:24 --