Ivory Castle with A Twist

[Phoebe Draclau]

This Century was no different than any other as it was packed full of liers and cheats. People whom stated they loved and cared for you than left. Those whom you trusted with everything stabbed you in the back. He left without a trace leaving her all his stuff to take care of. This castle was of no concern to her nor did she much care for it. What the woman had wanted was far away and she was here alone.

What pissed Phoebe off the most was that she was this distraught about the whole situation. She ought to be able to pull herself together and just move forward. She had done it countless times before. She ought to know better by now.

The castle itself was in the middle of renovations as she was in hopes that would help her get out of the current slump that she was in. If everything was done the way SHE wanted it the woman could get back to business as usual.

Sighing she tapped her foot as she waited for the painter to come back with the correct shade of purple. The color he had was far too light for her taste. Sure she could have had someone else overseeing all of this however she felt the need to be involved.

 

[Ikki Ike]

[member="Phoebe Draclau"]

The castle was a lovely place and as Ikki walked through it she held the feather duster and cleaned where she could with a smile on her face. She was listenign to everything going on while the master asked for different shades of color and she drifted cleaning more of the rooms. Stopping only in the room as she bowed to the master of the castle and held the feather duster in her hands in front of her. "Master Draclau do you require anything at this time?" Her body rose and she stood there like a petite statue that barely looked her age.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Phoebe Draclau"] [member="Ikki Ike"]

"I gave him his space, you know."

The voice came from wherever. A heartbeat later, Rave Merrill entered the room. She ignored the maid; maids were maids.

"Metus, I mean. Isley Verd. My most ambitious and irritating apprentice and employee." Yellow eyes narrowed fractionally as she smiled. "Phoebe Draclau, I presume. I'm Rave Merrill. Perhaps you've heard of me. At least I would hope Isley mentioned me once or twice. Half this castle is a ripoff of my teachings, and I'm not convinced he doesn't -- didn't -- have some of my property stashed in here. But I gave him his space, and I never pried too far. My mistake, obviously."