Mary Sue Project - Part 2
Graceful piano music floated through the afternoon air. Birds in their new nests lifted their heads to listen to it, and toddlers, waiting for lunch, tipped an ear towards its sweet serenade. Inside the mansion, Cynthia's manicured fingers dance across keys. Her nails were painted with a thin pink gloss. Golden light shined in from the sun-roof and shone down upon her hair and her hair alone. It brought out the gold in it.
Clastro folded her arms and seethed as the lady started a verse of Pachabel's Canon. Every note bruised her skull. Alison couldn't help but feel that the song being played wasn't supposed to exist in this universe, and it surrounded the girl with more apparent mystery. Franko walked into the room following a maid with a tray. The maid set the tray on a small tea table and Franko sat in front of it. He looked about ready to say something, but lost it in the sound of the music. Two verses passed, eventually reaching a majestic conclusion, before anyone could speak again.
Cynthia closed her book of sheet music and turned around.
"Oh, Franko. You should have said lunch was ready."
Franko shook his head. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself. Come on, sit down." He motioned for them all to sit in the chairs. The group complied and meal was started.
"Franko tells me" Cynthia noted between graceful sips. "that your looking for someone. Someone in power? Maybe I could help you."
Clastro looked at Franko over her bread. "Did he? What else did you tell her?"
Franko was eating his own bread. "I told her what you told me. We're looking for a women with a cape."
Alison snorted beverage up his nose, accidentally. He was also beginning to wonder where all his dialog went. Cynthia blinked pure concern through her tear glands. She offered Alison a tissue, which he promptly used at the table.
"Thanks for the offer, but I can't think what help you could be." Clastro tried desperately to discredit Cynthia in any way.
"She's the daughter of the local lord." Franko debunked. "If anyone has met caped people around here it's going to be her."
"It's not like she's gonna know every caped person in the territory." Alison debunked back.
"I've met nearly every person in my father's lands, and many others in the neighboring ones. I'm familiar with every lord in neighboring lands." (Behold the italics of absolute grace)
Clastro and Alison dropped their jaws at Cynthia's apparent omnipotent wisdom. Clastro was even more astonished at the way she recited it like she was giving directions to the store. The acute knowledge even seemed to have Franko off kilter. Cynthia looked back and forth across their faces. "My friends, did you doubt I could keep my word? I will introduce you to every caped person in my knowledge until you are satisfied you have found the right person."
Alison snerked. "Lady, you don't even know what we're gonna do to the person." He was filled with joy at his first line in months.
Cynthia shook her head with a smile. "It does not matter to me what you seek to do. I only wish to help people in need." And her eyes shined with promise.
As he gazed into her eyes Franko was filled with a memory he'd long since wanted to forget.
Long awaited child of peace.
He shook the memory from his mind and re-focused. Why was he thinking that?
Alison was laughing. Not the fun kind, but the snerking kind that says you missed the real joke. Cynthia wondered what there was to get.
"Y-you don't even realize- BAHhahahaha! Your gonna be helping us commit m-" Clastro slapped her hand over his mouth.
"It's nothing to worry about." Clastro laughed nervously. After a bit Cynthia joined her, though it was short lived. Cynthia soon returned to her usual distant, sorrowful, and did I mention mysteriously alluring expression.
There was an awkward silence during which Cynthia adjusted her hair back behind it's ear and smiled so sweetly, yet nervously. Her luscious, gentle pink lips curled up into a small awkward smile. Then, her eyes shone with ingenious beyond her age.
"How about this." The others stared up at her as she broke the silence. "I'll host a party and invite as many cape owning people as can come. Then, you can look over them and try to find the person your searching for."
"What are you gonna call it, the Cape Caper?" Alison snickered, just before Clastro beat him with the teacup, which promptly broke.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Cynthia's eyes glistened. Everyone stared in shock. Two seconds later, Franko got this huge, out-of-character grin on his face. He walked up to Cynthia and sdqueezed her hands gently between his own.
"Yes," He agreed. "That sounds like a great idea."
Another teacup flew through the air and hit Franko on the flank of his head. He rubbed it impatiently, switching his grip on her hands to only one of his own. "Ow. C'mon, Clastro. You've gotta agree it's not a bad idea. It's a lot faster then visiting each person individually."
Clastro bit her lower lip and held her tongue. She didn't think it was bad, she just couldn't stand the look Franko was getting.
"Look," Clastro held the teapot at ready. "we'll go through this party plan, but if nothing turns up then we really have to get going."
Franko stared at her long. "Deal."
Hours later, the main hall of Cynthia's house was filled to the brim with important looking people, all wearing capes. The capes came in all shapes and colors. Short red capes, long blue capes with gold undersides, V-cut tie-dye capes, capes embroidered with elaborate family crests; all were seen under the roof being worn by equally decorated people. The trio looked around with mouths agape. (hehe, agape sounds like a cape)
Clastro folded her arms and seethed as the lady started a verse of Pachabel's Canon. Every note bruised her skull. Alison couldn't help but feel that the song being played wasn't supposed to exist in this universe, and it surrounded the girl with more apparent mystery. Franko walked into the room following a maid with a tray. The maid set the tray on a small tea table and Franko sat in front of it. He looked about ready to say something, but lost it in the sound of the music. Two verses passed, eventually reaching a majestic conclusion, before anyone could speak again.
Cynthia closed her book of sheet music and turned around.
"Oh, Franko. You should have said lunch was ready."
Franko shook his head. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself. Come on, sit down." He motioned for them all to sit in the chairs. The group complied and meal was started.
"Franko tells me" Cynthia noted between graceful sips. "that your looking for someone. Someone in power? Maybe I could help you."
Clastro looked at Franko over her bread. "Did he? What else did you tell her?"
Franko was eating his own bread. "I told her what you told me. We're looking for a women with a cape."
Alison snorted beverage up his nose, accidentally. He was also beginning to wonder where all his dialog went. Cynthia blinked pure concern through her tear glands. She offered Alison a tissue, which he promptly used at the table.
"Thanks for the offer, but I can't think what help you could be." Clastro tried desperately to discredit Cynthia in any way.
"She's the daughter of the local lord." Franko debunked. "If anyone has met caped people around here it's going to be her."
"It's not like she's gonna know every caped person in the territory." Alison debunked back.
"I've met nearly every person in my father's lands, and many others in the neighboring ones. I'm familiar with every lord in neighboring lands." (Behold the italics of absolute grace)
Clastro and Alison dropped their jaws at Cynthia's apparent omnipotent wisdom. Clastro was even more astonished at the way she recited it like she was giving directions to the store. The acute knowledge even seemed to have Franko off kilter. Cynthia looked back and forth across their faces. "My friends, did you doubt I could keep my word? I will introduce you to every caped person in my knowledge until you are satisfied you have found the right person."
Alison snerked. "Lady, you don't even know what we're gonna do to the person." He was filled with joy at his first line in months.
Cynthia shook her head with a smile. "It does not matter to me what you seek to do. I only wish to help people in need." And her eyes shined with promise.
As he gazed into her eyes Franko was filled with a memory he'd long since wanted to forget.
Long awaited child of peace.
He shook the memory from his mind and re-focused. Why was he thinking that?
Alison was laughing. Not the fun kind, but the snerking kind that says you missed the real joke. Cynthia wondered what there was to get.
"Y-you don't even realize- BAHhahahaha! Your gonna be helping us commit m-" Clastro slapped her hand over his mouth.
"It's nothing to worry about." Clastro laughed nervously. After a bit Cynthia joined her, though it was short lived. Cynthia soon returned to her usual distant, sorrowful, and did I mention mysteriously alluring expression.
There was an awkward silence during which Cynthia adjusted her hair back behind it's ear and smiled so sweetly, yet nervously. Her luscious, gentle pink lips curled up into a small awkward smile. Then, her eyes shone with ingenious beyond her age.
"How about this." The others stared up at her as she broke the silence. "I'll host a party and invite as many cape owning people as can come. Then, you can look over them and try to find the person your searching for."
"What are you gonna call it, the Cape Caper?" Alison snickered, just before Clastro beat him with the teacup, which promptly broke.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Cynthia's eyes glistened. Everyone stared in shock. Two seconds later, Franko got this huge, out-of-character grin on his face. He walked up to Cynthia and sdqueezed her hands gently between his own.
"Yes," He agreed. "That sounds like a great idea."
Another teacup flew through the air and hit Franko on the flank of his head. He rubbed it impatiently, switching his grip on her hands to only one of his own. "Ow. C'mon, Clastro. You've gotta agree it's not a bad idea. It's a lot faster then visiting each person individually."
Clastro bit her lower lip and held her tongue. She didn't think it was bad, she just couldn't stand the look Franko was getting.
"Look," Clastro held the teapot at ready. "we'll go through this party plan, but if nothing turns up then we really have to get going."
Franko stared at her long. "Deal."
Hours later, the main hall of Cynthia's house was filled to the brim with important looking people, all wearing capes. The capes came in all shapes and colors. Short red capes, long blue capes with gold undersides, V-cut tie-dye capes, capes embroidered with elaborate family crests; all were seen under the roof being worn by equally decorated people. The trio looked around with mouths agape. (hehe, agape sounds like a cape)