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Sorry for not posting until now, I'm in the middle of my second week back at university.
Gwen ate her dinner quietly, rarely offering any conversation except where delicately draped sarcasm was appropriate. She also slipped Phineas pieces of her dinner, because he'd just give her the angry eyes if she didn't. Gwen's eyes grow wide at the sight of Arabeth's wings, her hand pausing in its stroking of Phineas's fur. 'Well, well, well. That certainly makes things more interesting around here. Not that they already weren't.' A small smirk comes to her lips, because anything more than that would be too much. Anther thought crosses her mind as she cranes up to look at Arabeth and her eyes narrow and her lips form a pout, 'She's too tall.'
Gwen and Phineas saunter quickly to her room, seen by no one, because there is nothing to see here, nothing. After spending a few moments in her room, the two come back out, heading to the main room once again, because Phineas is giving her the look 'You need to get out an socialize before those other girls get suspicious.' So Gwen, with Phineas perched elegantly on her shoulder, made her way to the common room and subsequently found the other two ladies. Gwen inclined her head to them and smirked, before making her way over to one of the couches by the fire, to sit in companionable non-speaking, for as long as the other would hold out.
I'm up for going on. ^^
Foxy Boxes: Gwen gives her fist real smile since coming to the professor's funeral, with too much teeth showing for it to be very pleasant to look at for very long. She scratches underneath Phineas's chin as she speaks, "Well, well, well, look at what we have here. I guess the professor was hiding more than we thought, eh dearie? I'd best hold on to this for now. And we'll need to find the key that goes with this box of secrets." She holds the box to her chest before going to the doorway, listening for anyone nearby.
There's no place like home, Miss Scarlet: Gwen smiles to herself as she sees Phineas on the couch. She scratches him under the chin and half-ignores the other two. Gwen has had her people interaction for the day, yes-siree.
Phineas opens one eye sleepily before rolling over towards Gwen, yawning. He stands up, shakes out his fur before jumping onto her shoulder, winding around her neck. A cool nose nuzzles in her ear before scampering off of her shoulder. Gwen giggles rather girlishly before looking at her companion. "Well good sir, do you have anything else you might desire?" The look she receives is best translated as "are you being serious/don't give me any of your sass, woman." Phineas barks softly before turning to the hallway that Odessa and Arabeth had gone down. He takes off, knowing that Gwen will follow, and follow she does. Phineas proceeds to nose open one of the doors in the hallway, it looks to be the late professor's room. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Did you find something my sneaky boy?" Gwen follows the fox into the room and pushes the door closed behind her, better not let anyone see her snooping around, right? Phineas trots to under the bed and scratches at something there and Gwen crouches down and spots a box strapped into the bed frame. The first real smile crosses her face, and it's rather terrifying. "I'd say you found something. Let's see what it is, eh?" She pries the box from the bed and settles down on the ground to open it, Phineas right at her side.
Foxy Boxes: Phineas grins to himself as he studies the box some more before crawling out from under the bed. He makes his way back to the door and noses himself out going back to nap some more on the couch before Gwen arrives.
Fox in the House: Phineas's eyes glinted with excitement as he moves over to examine the box and to remember it's location. Gwen totally needs to see this when everyone else is occupied later. He sniffs at the box.
You don't have to apologize, it's a reasonable thing. I'll see if I can get her to put anything up tonight, or maybe tomorrow. ^^
Life has been really busy for the DM lately (but when is it not?), and it should calm down shortly. *crosses fingers*
At the House: Phineas gives a little foxy grin to himself and trots into the room, pushing the door slightly closed behind him before he sniffed around the room. Maybe he'd find something interesting to show Gwen.
At the House:
Phineas sneezes at the smell of the house in general. Books make his snout itch. He scratches at the door that smells of the professor a little, hoping half-heartedly that it will open. Girls' Day Out: Gwen just watched the proceedings from the back of the group, rubbing and scrunching her nose minutely.
:3 :3
At the House:
Phineas wakes up and blinks sleepily before hooping down from his place on the couch. She fluffs himself by shaking out his fur and proceeds to trot off into the house, bent on exploring this interesting place. Girl's Day Out: Gwen smirked as the others shop. She doesn't really want anything, so she's just enjoying the time wandering about. She feels a tingle of curiosity and mischief in the back of her mind, and snorts quietly in amusement. Phineas was up to something, and there's no one home to stop him. Oh well.
Girl's Day Out:
Gwen smiles cheekily at Arabeth. "I'm fine for now, but thanks. I really have all of the ornamentation I need from my dear Phineas." She fluffed her hair before looking at the others. At the House: 'Ohh, so warm, so quiet, now that the male humans are gone doing whatever they are doing.' Phineas snuggles into the couch he is napping on, thoroughly coating it in his fur. His ears twitch every once in a while from his dream, but other than that he is perfectly still.
Girls' day out with Old River: Gwen smirks as she glances around the store. She does love shiny baubles.
Hey guys. I'm pretty sure Kana and Odessa's Internet is out right now. So don't be discouraged if they don't post. ^^
Out on the Town with a big Shaggy Dog: Gwen smiles at the old dog, and lets him sniff her hand as well. She really hopes he doesn't bite it or something. "The Silk Purse sounds fine to me, let's be off." Gwen kind of wants to get back to Phineas, the little rascal had decided to stay back and sleep in the study.
On the Town: Gwen listens pseudo-intently as Kendra describes what all is in the town, really all she wants is to be out of that house. She doesn't like being cooped up, and having to stay here for an extened period of time isn't her style, and Petros knew that. 'Darned old man, rest his soul?'
When their group ventures toward the "shaggy-fuzzy-furry thing", her interest is piqued. The last time something like this happened, she made a new friend for life. She ventures closer with the group, trying to feign a little disinterest.
Gwen looks to Phineas, who appears to shrugs his little shoulders before returning to his nap. "I guess I'll accompany you as well. There's nothing like a "Girls Day Out", correct? Kendra, would you care to join us?" Gwen quirked her lips and looked at Kendra.
Gwen sits and listens to what the others in the party are saying, and mulls over what the will said. 'Figures the old man wanted something from me, he never could just do something for someone else with out requiring payment.' As she listened and scratched Phineas behind the ears she heard Arabeth's question. "I'll stay with Kendra, death takes such a toll and no one should be alone during the aftermath." Her voice is falsely nonchalant, and rather fragile as she says this. An unusual sound coming from the confident woman.
Phineas falls asleep, snoring cutely.
Gwen smirks and takes a teacup for both herself and one for Phineas, setting his gently on the floor. Hers is filled with tea, doctored with sugar and milk, while his only has a small amount of milk. She also takes a sandwich and places it on the floor next to the teacup, before taking one for herself. Phineas eats it quickly before making a strange clucking, chuckling sound in appreciation. He turned around and took his spot next to Gwen on the couch, turning in the spot a couple of times before resuming his resting position. Gwen takes a bite of the sandwich and gives her thanks, "Thank you Kendra, it has been a while since Phineas and I have had much to eat." She then resumes stuffing her face delicately.
Phineas bounds ahead, glad to be out of the damp, and curls up on one of the other sofas, quickly falling asleep. Gwen moves gracefully and drapes herself elegantly on the couch next to Phineas, shedding her wet outer clothes. She is perfectly comfortable in this situation, surprisingly enough.
Gwen listened to the conversations around her, processing everything to the best of her ability. Glancing down at Phineas she nodded her head very slightly, knowing what he was thinking. They were going to stay up at the house tonight, and snoop around there while everyone else is either asleep, or being otherwise occupied.
Gwen quirks a smile at Arabeth trying to make friends with her. That doesn't happen very often. Trying to keep from insulting Arabeth, Gwen takes her arm gently, allowing Phineas to fend for himself on the ground. Hearing Odessa's words she turns to her. "Yes, though in my letter it did mention something about beneficiaries...."
Gwen watched the proceedings with mild interest. Out of all called here because of the Professor's will, she felt like she was the furthest from him, and she didn't have anything to say. She glanced down at Phineas, who was sitting primly by her feet. And obviously Phineas didn't have anything to say either.
Gwen narrows her eyes: she is growing tired of standing here holding the dead Professor. Phineas jumps down from his position around her shoulders and growls at the men quietly. If his mistress could hold her tongue, so could he.
We kind of are, but you weren't here for it, so it is a logical question for your character to ask. ^^
Gwen smirked as Phineas rubbed his head under her chin. "The Professor pulled me out of a rather...traumatic experience. I stayed with him long enough for him to take me to the next town over. He gave me his address and instructions to contact him every so often so that he could see how I was fairing with the aftereffects of my trauma." She shrugged noncommittally. "We weren't close, so I was rather surprised by this whole will pallbearer business." There was a somewhat far-off look in her eyes and a small shudder ran through her body as she remembered the events that brought her to the Professor's attention. Phineas gave a strange little chirp, the first noise he had made during this whole thing, and nuzzled her cheek before giving it a small lick. This brought her out of her memories and she smiled at him, scratching him gently behind his ears.
Gwen didn't really know how to respond to this situation. Funerals have never been her "thing". She gently moved Phineas from around her shoulders and held him loosely in her arms; giving him the freedom to jump down if he so wished.
Phineas nosed at her cheek, telling her in his own way that she should be a pallbearer. she furrowed her brow as she spoke, "Well, since it's what the Professor wanted, I'll do it."
Gwen took a small step back, looking extremely uncomfortable with this news. She wasn't very close to the Professor, so why would he want her to be a pallbearer for him?
In response to Teflin's inquiry of her name, Gwen smiled down at him and answered, "Oh my, that was terribly rude of me wasn't it? My name is Guinevere Downland, but you may call me Gwen." When Zevran entered their group and called them children she snorted a little unladylike. 'Children? Please, I haven't been a child in many, may years. Not since I was still at the orphanage...' She turned her attention back to the conversation in time to hear Odessa's relationship with the late Professor. "Well, it seems as though I wasn't the only one he was a pen pal with." Gwen smirked as she leaned her head towards Phineas's on her shoulder. "I had an...interesting experience when I was younger that Professor Lorrimor was interested in learning more about. He wrote me letters every once in a while to see how I was functioning with the repercussions of the incident, but other than that we didn't have much of a relationship. Sad that he passed though."
Gwen stiffened when she heard Odessa behind her, but relaxed when she realized it was the weird woman who had been comforting Kendra. She ignored the rest of the conversation as the gnome addressed her. Why yes, yes it is. His name is Phineas. At the mention of his name he opened one eye fully and puffed up his chest. He liked being noticed and not mistaken for a dead piece of fur. And you are? Gwen raised an eyebrow and smirked as she crossed her arms and cocked one hip to the side.
As if in response to Arabeth's thought, the "fur stole" lifted up its head and yawned. Phineas was growing very bored with the proceedings, ready to move on to the will reading. His eyes blinked sleepily as Gwen absentmindedly scratched that special spot behind his right ear. Gwen smiled a little awkwardly at Arabeth, not quite used to people that act like her. Sooooo, you knew the professor? She shifter her stance a little to be more comfortable.
Gwen and Phineas watched the drama unfold. 'I wish I had some of those popped corn kernels or some peanuts to enjoy with this show.' Phineas gave her a look, he's known her for too long to not infer what she was thinking. She shrugged, careful to not dislodge him from her shoulders. She couldn't understand all of this weepy melodrama. The Professor died, and yeah that was sad, but worse things had happened to her and she hadn't fallen into a puddle of tears. However, the woman now comforting Kendra seemed interesting, if not a little strange.
Gwen doesn't know what religion this woman is a part of, but any religion seems strange to her, and rather unimportant. However, the gnome offering to let the weeping woman re-braid his hair for comfort was an intriguing development. This needs closer observation to see what unfolds. As unobtrusively as possible, she sidled her way closer to them.
Gwen is cheeky, misunderstood, and only kind of vain. She met the professor after she had an encounter with a Bodak, survived, and he wanted to study the after effects. He dropped her off a few towns over and she was on her way. She grew up on the streets, so she's rather sly as well. She's mostly a magic/ranged fighter and very squishy. She will not be hitting anything up close. And for the rest, you'll just have to wait and see. I want you to feel the magic.
Well, this isn't how I thought his funeral would be, right Phineas? Guinevere glanced cheekily at her companion draped around her shoulders. He rolled his eyes, giving off the impression that he was not pleased with her lack of tact. Her mismatched eyes roved over those in the room, taking in the woman failing to comfort Kendra, and another reading all of the cards on the flowers. She smirked, rather amused with the circumstances. I don't know what Petros wanted me to do, but I might as well comfort his daughter now, don't you agree Phin? Without looking at her fox, and ignoring the looks she was receiving from the guests native to Ustalav, she went to give her condolences to Kendra before moving off to the side to stand somewhat out of place at the side of the room.
I do say. The misunderstood witch glanced around. I thought I had the monopoly on dream manipulation.... Phineas, the fox sitting beside her just gave her a look that screamed 'Are you addled?'
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