Mallorie

[Myxti]

Quite comfortable sitting on her pack watching the festivities below her, Mal drew up her knees. Wrapping her arms about them she turned so she could listen better, especially when the gentleman with a familiar though rarely heard accent begins to speak.

This was indeed an interesting show. Two men, seemingly opposites together trying to build a school. Though she would not admit that she was much amused by the loud ones desire to build a dungeon, trap doors and escape routes. She thought about the education that the new school could potentially provide; Interogation, Torture tactics, Awareness.

Bemused she slips a hand into her cloak and withdraws a flask, taking a long swig to warm her blood as she watched the events below.

She chuckled softly as the Scot finished speaking and shook her head lightly. This was no duel, it was a school raising. It seemed it would go up quick to, being a competition. One might hope that it would hold.

[Myxti]

Liza hears the hesitancy in Myxti's voice and her smile falters somewhat with sadness and understanding. It was that very tension she had hoped to alleviate when she left the family. Though she had no regrets and did not miss the family in general, there were a few of her cousins she did miss, Myxti being one of them. It was her wish to bridge that distance that had caused her to stop and speak to Myxti today.

Hearing of young Alex brings the smile full force back to her lips. Here was some common ground they could perhaps begin to rebuild their friendship on. And she did feel a close bond to Alex, having helped to bring him into the world. I would love to see Alex sometime, and I'm sure my twins would adore him as well. They're only a few months younger than him.

Liza's eyes once again are drawn to Launcelot as she considers Myxti's question. Taking the opportunity of the arrival of others to study the man, she gives a slight shake of her head. No, I don't think I do know him. At least I've never met him. But something about his mannerism is very familiar. Turning to Myxti, she asks, Who is he?

[Myxti]

Ken was busy over looking the blueprints Launce seemed to be doing the same when he happen to look up and saw his cousin Lizabet she was talking to Myxti, he had seen her very briefly at the debate, but for the most part she but all vanished after the big blow out they had. He didn't hate her for what she was, he was more sadden that what had happen between them and he has wished that things where different, but it was what it was. He then noticed a man come forth, he had recognized the man, it was someone he had spoken to when he was in Scotland during the war. He was rathered shocked to hear the words though he was glad that some in Galloway heard his words and he made a good impression while he was there, he didn't expect that from someone from Scotland after what had transpired between England and Scotland. He looked over to the man giving him a nod as to say thank you for the kind words.

[Myxti]

Myxti noticed more people gather including a man she met in Scotland. For being a place where the women seemed to spit on the tavern floors and speak all sorts of profanity, the men were quite charming. Lance spoke in support of Kenrich and Myxti smiled.

"The men are having a battle of the school buildings." She chuckled. "You see, I had a school running in my old manor home before I left for Carlisle and well......those rabid squirrels had fun with the building. It still exists, but it needs to be rebuilt and more creative. I just need to examine the blue prints so I can call Ken the winner....I mean....determine the winner. While you are here, any ideas? I thought a torture chamber for the squirrels might be fun. Maybe a whiskey brewery."

She grinned, looked at Liza, and spoke softly.

"If I am correct, that is Launcelot. Notorious bad boy and killer charmer. I have met him in passing a couple times. Had I seen through his charm sooner, I might have been able to get the law on him. He is pretty stealthy too." She sighed sadly.

[Myxti]

Laying the foundations of his dungeon is hard work. He had to add all sorts of secret escape routs, just in case the forces of righteousness decided to try and use his own dungeon against him one day..... or in case a student wanted to skip detention.

He heard all sorts of commotion from up above... so, caked in mortar, he climbed up from the depths to get a little peek.

[Myxti]

Launcelot? Liza's eyes narrow slightly as she tries to place the name. It seems faintly familiar but she is sure she has met no one by that name. Another glance at the man and she suppresses a giggle, leaning towards Myxti to whisper, That's a killer charmer? Another glance and a laugh bursts out before she can clamp a hand to her mouth. She whispers again so the golem can't hear. Yes I can see the stealth in him. Disguising himself as a ghost and leaving trails of mortar behind. What woman could resist?

[Myxti]

Launcelot winked at Lizabet.

"What? One can't be all roguish all the time. Every once in a while, a man has to work for a living."

In a moment of precognition the day before, Launcelot had taken a keg of beer and placed it in the flowing water of a cool stream not far from the school. He walked over to it and popped the keg. Two wooden mugs appeared almost from no where (in fact, the nerdy guy put them there right before the RP began). Taking them in hand, he poured two frothy beers....

As he walked back to continue his conversation with Liz, be stopped by where Ken was standing and dropped off the other beer.

Then.

"So... you gotta problem with us blue collar types?"

[Myxti]

Liza arches a delicate brow and looks pointedly at the mug in Launcelot's hand then eyes him up and down. I have nothing against a man who works for a living, she says with an edge of amusement in her voice. By conventional means or somewhat more creative alternatives.

Feeling she needs to add something, after all Myxti was her cousin's wife, she draws herself up to her full height and attempts to look down her nose a bit at Launcelot, not a mean feat as the man towers over her. A lock of her hair falls across her eyes and she completely spoils her haughty pose by puffing it away. The lock falls back over her eyes and she determines to ignore it, attempting to glare at him from beneath it. What I do take issue with is gentlemen becoming overly-familiar with other men's wives, Sir! she finally manages to get out.

[Myxti]

"On the contrary, my dear. I'm not overly familiar... I'm just the perfect amount of familiar."

He gives her a cheeky grin.

"Myxti and I go waaaaaay back. Don't we Myxti?"

[Myxti]

"We do? Oh yes...feels like we only officially met the other day." She whispered to Liza. "That is because we did meet the other day."

She went back to focus on Launce's building, but did not have the heart to tell him that all she really needed were the blueprints.

[Myxti]

Liza hears Launcelot with a bit of skepticism and can't help but giggle at Myxti's whisper. Cheeky thing, isn't he? she whispers back with a grin.

Wandering away a bit Liza admires the layout, especially of the underground rooms. What Wolf wouldn't do with those, she muses to herself with a chuckle. Finding her way to the keg she discovers another couple of mugs lying near, almost hidden behind the keg. She takes two and helps herself to the ale, bringing them back to hand one to Myxti. We might as well make ourselves comfortable, she says with a grin. It looks like the men will be busy for a time. She settles herself on a nearby rock, careful to tuck her skirts demurely around her legs, to watch the show.

[Myxti]

Myxti took an ale and sat on the grass.

"Aye, it does seem like it will be a long day! Squirrel Cookie?"

She reached in her sack and pulled out two biscuits.

[Myxti]

Launcelot returned to the dungeon.... (rarely would he ever willingly say that)

[Myxti]

Ken after looking over the blueprints went to work on the main room of the school, as it seemed Launce was working on something below him.

[Myxti]

Squirrel cookie? Liza looks at it. It was in the shape of a squirrel, that must be where it got it's name, surely it wasn't made of... Peeking at Myxti and seeing her nibbling away, Liza grins and takes a big bite. Mmmm.. delishous, she says with a mouth full.

Setting herself more comfortably, she nibbles and sips as they watch the men. Ken was busy pouring over plans, and she caught an occasional glimpse of Launcelot from down below. On one of those occasions, she glances at Myxti with a teasing look and leans over to whisper, You know, there is something to be said for the "bad boy" charm. She grins at Myxti, then it dawns on her why Launcelot had seemed so familiar. He had the same reckless air about him as her husband. She looks back at Launcelot with renewed interest. Yes, she could see him crashing an engagement to loudly declare his love for the bride, come what may. Her gaze narrows a bit as she glances between him and Ken. Perhaps Myxti was in deeper than she had thought. Launcelot might not be the type to take rejection gracefully. Licking the crumbs from her fingers, Liza decides to stick around a bit longer to be on hand if needed.

[Myxti]

A man approached Myxti with news of a wild animal outbreak. She looked at the men building and then her cousin, Liza.

"Liza, I must be off, but as soon as we both can.... I would love for Alex to meet the twins." She touched her arm and went to the school builders. "I declare Kenrich the winner!"

She hugged her husband.

"Thank you, Love. Are you going to stay or escort me home?"

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