Banian Remarks on Emma's Shopping

From FiranMUX

Anarinuell: Palace District -- Military Street North

Emma opens the door and disappears into the Merchantile. Emma has left. Emma opens the door of the Merchantile and steps out into the street. Emma has arrived. Emma enters followed by 2 republic guards.

Loitering. Banian's loitering. Right where a 'no loitering' sign would be, if there were 'no loitering' signs. His eight guards look bored, maybe a little disapproving.

And Banian is, as always, dressed quite smashingly for no apparent reason, as he has no real interest or knowledge of fashion.

Emma gives Banian a dirty look as she comes back out of the shop. "What," she barks, even though he didn't say anything, nor was he looking at her in any particular way. Or at all, really. *Firan*

Emma looked at you.

A tattooed left hand goes up to still-wet hair, pushing the lochs out of his face as he flashes a crooked grin Emma's way. "Why hello, there. Practicing for a marathon, are we?" . . . Said the Banian.

Emma folds her arms, giving Banian a glaring once-over. "I am not. I am simply conducting my day to day business in the way I normally conduct my day to day business. Are you making fun of me?!" *Firan*

Banian idly reaches over to adjust the platinum armband on his left bicep, all sorts of sparklies flashing in the low light of the night. Ooo. He glances down at it, looking mildly disinterested, then after a moment looks back up to flash another grin at Emma. "Of course not. I just thought I'd compliment you on how efficiently you're moving from store to store. Any reason in particular?" *Firan*

"I..." Emma has a hard time constructing a response to this rather simple question that Banian has posed as she shifts from foot to foot and grits her teeth defensively. "I have my reasons. But they're not anyone's business but my own." Her arms unfold, and she settles her hands at her sides - in fists - and gives the IstaNydiam a look that says, 'Any more questions?'

Another flash of bright white teeth in an easy smile, and Banian gives a little shake of his head as an eyebrow raises over a twinkling green eye. "Of course. Didn't mean to keep you from your business, by, y'know. Standing here. Just thought that since you stopped you might want to ask me something, you know. If you're looking for clothes, I doubt you'll find any in stock at any of the stores." Amusement stays writ on his face.

Emma purses her lips and narrows her eyes. "Maybe I am not looking for clothes," she posits, glancing askance. "Maybe I am looking for... a certain proprietor. Or... something else that might be found in clothing stores that isn't necessarily... clothing." Uh huh. "Why you IstaNydiams and Cockatrice always have to make assumptions is beyond me! ALWAYS MAKING ASSUMPTIONS!" *Firan* Emma shouts, "ALWAYS MAKING ASSUMPTIONS!"

"It's our Clan's long writ tradition of hospitality to all," Banian drawls, iron-clad shoulders rising and falling in the faintest of careless shrugs. The grin never leaves his lips. "I suppose you shan't need the name of a good clothier, then. It's too bad. Mes Petula Cylisti does quite good work, and I'm sure she'd love to be referenced. As would Mes Nisa, honestly." Or a billion others that Banian keeps on speed dial, if there was such a thing.

Golden Litter comes in from the east.

"I know who Petula is. She's made a thing for me before," Emma grumbles, her brows descending in a frown all the further as Banian keeps his grin in place. "I'm of royal blood. I know where to find clothiers. Garmon Verber is /sponsored/ by one of my family members." She doesn't mention that it happens to be one of her /neo/ family members. "...if I /was/ looking for clothing. Which I may or may not be." She unclenches her fists, then re-folds her arms.

Once more taken a moment to adjust his armband before he responds, Banian's thumb rubs across a flawless elianosite gem set in the platinum before he responds. It's a moment or two before he looks up, brows raising and teeth flashing in a crooked grin once more. "Of course. I shouldn't dream to think you wouldn't know where to find a clothier. You were probably just moving from store to store to find an open place to rent out for one of your sponsors? You do come from a family that's quite wonderful at taking over new buildings, after all." Eyebrow quirk again. "If you need anything, of course, don't hesitate to ask. We of royal blood must stick together."

Emma looked at you.

Emma's nostrils flare as she looks at Banian intensely. "I wish Thaddia was marrying your brother instead," she says, quite out of the blue. *Firan*

That's a random comment worthy of Banian, himself. Eyebrows both raise for a moment as he takes in the words, before he shrugs a little carelessly again. "Matchmaking is another ancient Cockatrice tradition. Even if it weren't, neither of us had much of a choice in who we were to marry, amongst other things. Like my brother shall have little choice in his, I'm sure. At least Thaddia and I can stand each other, I suppose."

Emma scowls at Banian as he shrugs again. "Don't you ever fecking respond as if you /care/ about something?!" she barks at him, unconsciously taking a step closer to the IstaNydiam, her arms unfolding again, fists clenching at her sides once more. "You're so... so...!" The poor Teranzik nee Firgalik has never had a way with words, it's true. It takes her a good few seconds to finally spit out, "...flippant!" *Firan* And yes, the noblewoman just said 'feck'!

Banian's head cants a bit to the side as he regards Emma's approach, grin still rather lopsidedly plastered on his lips. Perhaps the corner of his mouth twitches upwards a touch, momentarily, as she swears. "And what would you like me to say? I care about plenty, my dear Lady Emma, but how should I express that caring?" *Firan*

Karlana comes in from the east. Karlana has arrived. Karlana has left. Karlana heads west.

"Well, I just insulted -- don't call me dear -- insulted your prospective union with my best friend. You didn't even defend yourself. Or her!" She throws her hands into the air and turns her back, walking away from Banian momentarily as she collects a few more thoughts. When she whirls around, her eyes are slits. "/None/ of us get a choice who we marry. We're royals. But if someone made some comment about me and Empyrean? You can bet my fecking /fist/ would be in their /face/." She lifts a fist and shakes it in the air, to illustrate. Emma did all that. Yep.

[Weather Report] The deep blue night sky is clear and cloudless, and the stars glitter. An icy wind blows from the southwest.

"You hardly insulted our betrothal, Emma. And as her best friend I assume you've had more than a few conversations about how much she dislikes me, in the past," Banian drawls, shaking his head a touch. "I should only hope that more recently, she's had a few kind words for me, though I only know for certain that she can stand to be around me. And I around her. And we even have comfortable times together, every once and a while. As I assume you are her trusted confidant, I can also assume you know these things, and I wouldn't insult neither her nor your relationship to each other to pretend otherwise. However, had you not been who you are, my response may have been quite different."

Banian lolls another lopsided sort of grin and pushes off the wall he was leaning against, offering Emma a slight nod of his head. "Take care, Emma," he bids, before heading off towards the Cockatrice District again, eight guards forming a formation around him. *Firan*

You head west. Anarinuell: Palace District -- Northeast Market Place

Banian enters followed by 8 Cockatrice clan guards.

From somewhere nearby, you hear a female voice shout, "That's LADY EMMA TERANZIK!"