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Othello Benjamin Allemeade is for a lack of words, different. Funny. Handsome. Odd. Strong. Hard working. Down to Earth. Creative. Witty. Mature. Focused. Mostly odd though.
Today the collard and house broken dog of the Rainecourt palace found himself finishing the take over of a small office, was he conducting business? Nay. Did he have a job? Nay. He did it because he wanted to! The room, one he had staked out for days, wasn't being used and the hustle and bustle in the palace over the disappearing regent was all anyone seemed to care about.
He stationed his guard detail outside his door and asked for only a select few to be granted entry, the first of those he summoned were his four friends that he had made at the Eldouir estate Raine Eldouir , Myla Eldouir , Lady Severine, and Isham Eldouir his silent gifted guard. He had pillaged the kitchens for a few snacks and wine (rare wines) but only managed to find enough food pieces for a single sandwich (which he cut into five slices but ate three) and half a bottle of wine which he could only pour two glasses of (because he had drank the third and fourth).
They would be surprised to find a clean and fancy dressed Othello, he was sure of it. He sat with a smile behind the small round table he called his 'desk'.
Post by Myla Eldouir on Jul 6, 2021 16:13:03 GMT -5
A summons like no other had been delivered Myla. One she questioned immediately when it was said who exactly it was from. Her little metal bending canary. She expected to see her destination being that of the castle dungeons considering that’s where she had left him the last time she saw him. But to add to her surprise again it was not to the dungeons. Severine had also been requested but would not be in attendance. Complications with her pregnancy was the only thing she said to the other two if they had asked before they headed to the office.
Her dress was a cobalt blue in color and fell down her legs like liquid. She waited until the other two were at her side before she opened the door. Not waiting for someone else to open the door and she’d raise a brow when he came into view. Clearly wanting to know what exactly this was.
Post by Raine Eldouir on Jul 11, 2021 19:23:51 GMT -5
The summons amused her. The dragon had been fairly nearby already when word reached her that Othello of all people wished to see her and Myla. Well, he probably wanted to see Raine, but he'd have to settle. Not that he'd know the difference, not like Tybalt had.
She sauntered into the room, wings relaxed on her shoulders to look like a cloak of sorts. It wasn't cold, but she wasn't about to forego any of her dragon form that she could use at this height. Her tail swung lazily from side to side, nearly hitting Myla, but stopping just short of the fellow redhead. She quirked a brow and grinned at Othello.
"Good to see you again. But something tells me we aren't here just to socialize."
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 13, 2021 14:19:41 GMT -5
Othello was all smiles when his cherries opened the door of his office and he even opened his arms wide, grinned really big, and greeted them with a loud:
"CHERRIES! I fuckin' knew you'd come! Told ya Garth! You owe me hahaha my friends! Suck it Garth!"
It was a boisterous and bloated welcoming, but it was Othello Benjamin Allemeade! The one gifted guard (clearly Garth) grew pink in the cheeks and rolled his eyes. Isham stood with his arms crossed, he didn't miss the man but he came. For Myla.
"Privacy lads? Ya see I don't recon I'll be much offa threat to them," he pointed to the three uncollared highly elite Eldouirs before him, he also saw the relief on their faces that they could get a break from Othello.
As his guard detail left the small office Othe waited for the door to close before he continued, "Welcome friends! Glad ta see ya and Raine do fink I just invited ya here to plot'n scheme???"
Post by Myla Eldouir on Jul 19, 2021 11:18:11 GMT -5
Myla's brows shot straight up on her forehead as he greeted them. Well, more like yelled at them and she found herself trying to connect how in the absolute hell this man was related to Bryce and Remiel. She supposed in Othello's case, it had more to do with his upbringing than sharing the same blood as the other's. She felt the slightest upturn at the corner of her lips. Cherries. Just like she had nicknames for the blondes, he had found a nickname for the redheads.
She briefly looked to the ever silent Isham, as there seemed to be a small moment passed between the two as the guards left. She knew that she alone could handle Othello if he happened to get the collar undone. But the three Eldouir's together? He'd have to have some insanely good luck. "Well did you really think we were to expect that you'd just want to sit around and gossip? Or did you plan on singing to us as well?" She remembered his days at the Eldouir house well.
Post by Raine Eldouir on Jul 27, 2021 11:37:07 GMT -5
She smirked. Othello had been more than amusing to Raine and the dragon alike when he was at the estate. But for now, the dragon alone got to enjoy him. She crossed one arm across her chest, resting the elbow of her other arm upon it and her chin on that hand, as if in thought. She grinned at Myla's statement.
"Although an old shanty might do some good, hm?" She chuckled. "However, I don't simply think you'd manage to procure this office alone and send out summons for our little group, without more than just an idea that we should socialize. I know there's more, I'd bet my claws on it."
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 28, 2021 15:39:11 GMT -5
Othello silently offered his guests the healthy bountiful lack of food with an Othello like grin, "If my friends don't know me no one will," at the same time Othello reaches into his top desk drawer and produces three envelopes, "I got some friends outside of tha' city," he sat them down on the other side of his desk (which if one looked closely could see Othello had etched a few crude designs into the wood), "If ya don't mind to keep this discrete, but I wanna let'em know imma alive. Drop'em inna mail. No questions I can almost bet, after all I brought some damns entertainment to youns four, minus the presence of Lady Sev."
He leaned back arms open wide, "But I swears it, I'm bein' a good boyo like ya asked of me my Cherries. I mean look at my life style now...I'm practically a prince!"
Isham made an almost snort sound, one would mistake it for a chuckle, but he wasn't smiling if they looked. But he did reach for the envelopes, perhaps a sign of respect or perhaps evidence to turn in, Othello didn't know.
Post by Myla Eldouir on Aug 1, 2021 11:53:21 GMT -5
Myla reached forward as Isham did, taking the top letter and allowing the other Eldouir to take the rest of them as she looked over the folded paper. Studying the front and back of it as if she’d be able to read the letter from the outside. A red brow lifted and she looked back at Othello. “Well, I’m sure that collar around your neck has helped the behaving.” she didn’t look at it a second time as she mentioned it. She could still remember the weight of the thing around her own neck. There was a reason she avoided necklaces and anything around her neck.
“So what I’m hearing here, Raine, is that we were summoned for snacks and to be messengers. Is that right?” bright blues flashed back to the blonde.
Post by Othello Allemeade on Aug 1, 2021 21:15:08 GMT -5
He smiled, if they opened the letters all they would find is broken pirate talk, garbage. He didn't flinch when Raine teased tearing it open, "When yer being watched like I am cherry you havta sneak o'round," he stretched and yawned, "Yer lot ain't under so's much pressure so I figured ya could do me a solid, I need some fuckin' excitement!"
Post by Myla Eldouir on Aug 2, 2021 13:22:40 GMT -5
The moment Othello spoke on excitement, a small bolt of red went his way. Just enough to feel like a static shock against his hand and she gave him a lifted brow smirk. "What kind of excitement do you mean? Would you want to hand deliver these yourself?" She asked, tilting her head. He was being wasted here in the castle. Wasted with that collar around his throat. He was an Allemeade... he should be back at the Eldouir estate at this point. If he had not been deemed guilty... why couldn't he come back?
She chuckled at Raine's comment. A carriage or a carrier. That was the burden of flying and being large enough to carry the rest of them.
Post by Raine Eldouir on Aug 20, 2021 11:37:18 GMT -5
Raine quirked a brow at Myla when she sent the bolt at him. And yet, she found herself curious as well.
"So sneaking around trying to contact your friends outside the city? Why do I feel there is more to this, hm? You wish to leave the city yourself, don't you? You've been stuck here how long?"
She nearly smirked now. She could easily get Othello out, but it would cost her as well. So she wasn't quite ready to risk more punishment for herself. For now she feigned interest at something in her claw.
Post by Othello Allemeade on Aug 23, 2021 20:27:14 GMT -5
Othello looked from Raine, to Myla, and then Isham. He couldn't lie so when his eyes found Raines he smiled, "Tha' is exactly wha' is the truth, I ain't su'posed to be cooped up like this," he suddenly pulled and jerked at his collar that had it been an animal the neck would surely have broke, "I can't feel no connection to my gift! I'm fuckin'normal! I ain't normal!"
In hit fit with each word he was hammering his fist on the top of his "desk", when he stopped he came up out of his seat a little to swipe everything off his desk against the wall! Heavy breathing Othello sat back down blinking a few times and shaking his head, "sorry bout tha'been keepin' tha'in fer a while, I've seriously been right as rain, no pun intended," he said truthfully because to be honest if Othello had been acting up these people were going to cut his head off and they had to know that.
Post by Myla Eldouir on Aug 24, 2021 16:31:45 GMT -5
Myla, being the nurturing and compassionate person she was, let out a laugh at his angry outburst. Watching the items from the desk slam into the wall and clatter to the floor. Still weighing the letter in her hand, she looked between it and Othello. A soft hum leaving her as she smacked the letter against her hand, slowly walking towards him. "I do think its a shame it hasn't come off yet. We had some fun before. I rather liked your metal heart." She grinned, talking about the day that he had come to the Eldouir home and interrupted Severine. And then gave his heart to the two Eldouir women after Myla captured him.
It just reminded her that they had another Allemeade at their home. Why couldn't they take on Othello as well?