Jibril shakes his head with a little purr, "There, you see, Navarre. His tongue can be loosened, it only requires a certain motivation. No, my poor unfortunate. I do readily assure you, there is always pleasure in my touch" his voice becomes an acerdic whisper. "should I will it."

Navarre turns his focus back to Delilah, a worried frown plastered in ( Read more... )

Jibril obliges, "Take those who need to take action in time to make the change needed to affect the universe in a positive way and do not give them an option other than reaction. I have found in the past that a mule will not be cajoled over water unless there is fire at his behind."

Brand considers Jibril for a long time, silent.

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At the Manor.

Delilah asks as she enters the room, "Sheik Jibril, I know you have been in the process of making inquiries of Mandrake about Lord Navarre." She pauses, "Actually, I believe you have concluded your negotiations for him. I wonder if you could help me with a negotiation of my own with House Mandrake for Navarre? For a man of his age, ( Read more... )

Radiant East Wing - Al'Rachid Manor.

Cast: Delilah, Jibril

Jibril sits in his favorite chair, there is the city Amber news nearby. The fire is burning out in the fireplace and the candles are low on the wick. Shadows seem to be creeping around Jibril and it is almost as if long fingers are caressing his throat. He appears to be either day dreaming or ( Read more... )

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Navarre makes his way in carrying a small crate. He is dressed in uniform and smiles when he sees you. "Hello Sheik Al'Rachid. I trust you are well?"
Jibril says, "Which uniform, the loincloth with a medical cross on it?:)"
Navarre says, "No. :P"
Navarre says, "The Watch."
Jibril says, "I had to ask."

Jibril knocks on the door first before he is allowed in.

There's a servant to show in visitors; Jibril is shown in to where Lucretia's seated on a sofa, going through a stack of paperwork. She looks up quizzically as he enters, offering a quick smile. "Sheik Al'Rachid, I presume? Good evening." She rises and sets her papers aside, offering a hand.

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Scribed carefully in Alhambran on papyrus, rolled into a scroll case and wax-sealed with an hourglass ( Read more... )

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The next time that my honored friend requests that I help him deal with "matters of a personal nature that require anonymity" and requirements for this assistance include impersonating a Tyrant bent on world domination I must remind my good friend that I am a sorcerer not a scientist. In truth, there was some sorcery involved but there is rarely ( Read more... )