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 Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 2:45 am
 History: Archie has been a wanderer since he was a child, moving from job to job, and often coming up with 'get rich quick' schemes that tend to back fire on him. In his travels, he met a young lady, by the name of Pixie. He's found he's quite fascinated by her, and often tries to win her affections.
Personality: Rune is clever, funny and lazy. He doesn't like to work hard to earn a living, so he's often found tied up in some scheme or another or sleeping where ever he can  History: Pixie is aware that she is the illigitemate child of Lasy Pettigrew, but her and her mother are the only ones privy to that information. She still stands to inherite Lord Pettigrew's fortune
Personality: Pixie is not exactly reserved or cold, she just does not like physical contact unless she provokes it. She is rather adventurouse, curiouse and feels she is almost invincible, so finds herself in situations a 'young lady' should not be
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 2:46 am
Archie looked towards the pristine blue sky, the snowy mountains that surrounded Salig created a clear horizon. The sun was atleast a few hours above the range, telling Archie that his charge was late. By about half an hour. He would have checked his pocket watch rather then refer to old methods, but he had been forced to hock that to flee Goring. When an old contact sent him a job offer, Archie was relieved that he had found work so far away. He was finally certain that here, in the capital, he wouldn’t be pursued by angry Goringians demanding their money back.
It had been many years since Archibald Rune had done honest work. But the man that hired him had vouched that ‘this is nufink’ more den a baby sittin’ gig. Nuffink to worry your pretty head about’
Still...This assumedly ‘simple’ job had many ways it go awry.
Archie was beginning to grow concerned when he saw the crowd part from the street to let a gold ornate horse drawn carriage pass through. Everything about the transport screamed elegance and grandeur. The horses coats shined more than his own, their manes decorated with a single piece of gold cord platted tightly against their grand necks. The coach itself was a dark varnished oak and decorated with gold handles and other finishes that one could see their own reflection in if they dared venture so close. Even the driver was dressed in fine, expensive clothes.
Archie felt a twing of anger as he realized that this job was not just to accompany some well off. It was someone important. And he had gotten himself tangled into it all.
The coach pulled up beside him and the door quickly swung open, taking him by surprise as the hard wood missed his nose by inches.
The coach boy had swiftly appeared from the back of the cart and held his hand out to the emerging passenger, his eyes respectfully facing the pavement. Archie rolled his own, before a slender, gloved hand appeared from behind the door.
He held his breath as a stunning young Kenech emerged. Her short cropped hair and sleek fur was an even black all over, making her gold eyes shine like lanterns. She wore an elegant travel dress of brown and pink, with a small feathered top hat to finish the outfit. She couldn’t have been older then 20, and presence of youth and beauty was certainly there.
Archie didn’t realize his mouth was hanging open until she was scowling.
“Mr Archibald Rune, I presume?’ She seemed to say with much disdain
“Uh, Yeah ma'am. But, umm, Well people call me Archie” He stumbled, scolding himself for being so blatantly rude already. He held out his hand to shake her, but she just glared at the gesture as if he was diseased. Archie quickly retracted his hand, and pushed it shamefully into his pocket.
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