cybil vane + reaver (isindustry) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-04-26 19:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | cybil vane, robert kingsley |
Who: Robert K. and Cybil V.
What: Trolling around Robert's castle, talk of the downsides of immortality?
When: Tuesday evening.
Where: Bowerstone Castle, Bowerstone (in the fictional land of Albion).
Warnings: Have you met these two?
There was nothing better than having somewhere to go that was far, far away from the mundane world. As much as she liked New Orleans, she never really felt at home there. But here, in Albion? This was where she was supposed to be, fictional or not. Especially Bowerstone Castle, where she was treated with respect and given every comfort. People without access to their own castles were truly missing out. Technically this wasn't hers, but Robert let her stick around. And gave her free reign to do whatever she wanted. All the servants knew it. Plus, she was marginally less likely to put a bullet between their eyes for minor indiscretions. At least they knew to keep their overlords happy.
Of course, Robert was still the real lucky bastard here. He had a nice throne and everything to sit and pretend to listen to the whiny assholes that came in wanting something from their king. Most of the time they didn't get it, but they were always fun to toy with. Not to mention there was probably a rebellion brewing somewhere that they had to keep an ear out for. When, or if, it came, they'd be able to squash it easily enough. She almost looked forward to it. If nothing else it would be interesting.
Sighing, she leaned heavily against the side of the throne. Cybil hadn't been able to shake her exhaustion for days. She'd say that she was coming down with something, but she hadn't been sick since Reaver showed up. Maybe it was stress. She didn't feel particularly stressed, but there had been a lot going on. All she needed was a weekend somewhere sunny. Somewhere with beaches and drinks with umbrellas in them. Yes, that would be just the ticket. It wasn't like she had a day job anymore.
Her fingers brushed against Robert's shoulder as she leaned in closer. "This is the last one of the day. I'm ready to wrap this up." Without taking her eyes off the king, she drew her gun and shot. As always, her aim was perfect. The man fell, but he would be gone as soon as they left the room, respawning somewhere else to continue on with his meaningless little life. She waved the gun in front of her face as she yawned. "There. Done."