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#1 Moru


Posted 19 October 2011 - 10:26 PM

Marion returned from the ball the night before, ashamed of herself. Her drawing was completely ruined, and she couldn't have even fixed it if she tried. The woman had locked herself in her room until the red sun came up the next day. She sat in a chair by the window in her room, and just looked out. She had gotten up before dawn, and watched the mists disappear. There were so many new things she would need to do... and she needed to get out of the house for once. Perhaps today was the day. She would visit the factory, and perhaps go to the market place.

She went to her office, after getting dressed and ready for the day. The woman still felt haunted by Malcolm's ghost, which was what made her leave those parties. She felt like she was being attacked by it. Why hasn't she put any thought into who killed him? Maybe if she found out, she might be fixed.

Marion pushed that thought from her mind. "There is no need to drudge up the past, Marion." she said firmly to herself as she gathered a few stacks of papers and placed them into folders. She rode a carriage to the factory.

She assumed her eldest son, Gideon would already be there. She came to see how he intended to fix things. Burying herself in her work was the only way that Marion could live through the next minute, hour, or even decade. She'd need to work to do anything.

Once she arrived at the factory, which she rarely visited, she waited for her son to come greet her. She sent a servant to fetch him for her. Her right heel tapped on the stones of the factory floor.

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#2 Sarah

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Posted 27 October 2011 - 04:42 AM

Gideon had spent half the night frantically trying to find a solution. To find something he could put in the letter besides, "IT'S GONNA BE A WHILE, SORRY." He couldn't leave it at that; it would make him a failure, and even more importantly, it would be embarrassing.

He'd stayed up far past his usual bedtime, which was already distressing him enough, and by the time he fell asleep it was late at night, probably creeping into early morning. Still, he awoke the next morning at the exact same time he always did, his servant getting him up and ready to go. His clothes were pressed clean, crinkle-free, and he put them on with as much care as he could, standing in front of a full-sized mirror and inspecting himself for a good ten minutes before he let himself leave.

He got to the factory almost to the dot, the same time he had the day before, and the day before. He started things pretty normal, but once things were running smoothly, got back to work trying to figure out what he was going to do. Finally he figured something out; got wind of a supplier who was closer to Luthadel. They would still be delayed, but not nearly for as long. It was the best he could do, and he hoped it was good enough.

Immediately he had someone sent to go speak with them, or at least set up an emergency meeting of some sort, so that by the time his mother arrived he was back into his routine again.

Having a servant announce her presence surprised her. What was she doing there? Well, okay, so it was probably pretty clear that she was coming to see about the...the incident. That had nothing to do with him. Right. He hurried to go and greet her, a little miffed that his morning had dragged so far away from the norm, but it could have been worse. At least he was in the right place, anyhow.

"Mother," he greeted when he reached her, stopping a foot or two away, his hands deliberately at his sides. "I didn't expect to see you here." And was that a small hint of irritation? Not because he didn't want to see her, but just from the busy morning in general.

#3 Moru


Posted 29 October 2011 - 04:56 AM

"I didn't expect the need to come," she said curtly. She hadn't told anyone that she didn't actually attend the ball. She had since recovered, and it would never be mentioned again. She didn't see the need to drudge up her insecurities about social events. It was better to leave those to herself, and let the world think she was a strong woman and a hard negotiator. That was what Luthadel wanted to see, not a broken shell of a woman just trying to get through the next moments. She would have to deal with her own insecurities alone, otherwise the family business and everything that Malcolm Lebroux worked for would be for naught.

She looked over the workers for a moment, watching them gather materials and move them from one place to another. "I expected something on my desk this morning about how you expect to fix the blunder brought upon our house by you, Gideon. I'm disappointed again for the second time in two days." She looked him straight in the face, her outer shell hardened as an exoskeleton of a beetle.

"Have you come up with anything?" Marion asked. The woman hardly liked to make small talk when her house's reputation was on the line.

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#4 Sarah

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Posted 01 November 2011 - 03:36 AM

"I didn't expect the need to come." He rolled his eyes.

Lord Ruler.

He did not mean to roll his eyes. It was just that he never messed up! Why did this have to be the one time? Surely she knew it was just because he was frustrated that things weren't going how they were supposed to. It made him nervous, which in turn made him irritable, and now he was doing stupid stuff. He kept his eyes on the ground after that initial slip up, until she spoke again.

Gideon stared at Marion in abject horror. She expected something on her desk that morning? "B-..but you didn't.. ask- you didn't tell me to put anything on your desk about it, mother," he finally managed, blinking a couple times and shaking his head. This was not happening. This was not happening. He probably visibly paled, and after a moment he pressed his hand against his pant leg again, to keep his hands from fidgeting - a clear sign that he was nervous.

But, on the bright side, he did have some semblance of a plan. Well, more than a plan, he had already gotten it started. His mouth moved a couple times as if he was trying to speak before he got a grip on himself, and cleared his throat. "I found another supplier outside of Luthadel who is much closer, that we can purchase the supplies from," he said, finally regaining some semblance of professionalism.

"I have already sent a letter their way, so it is only a matter of hours. Mother."

#5 Moru


Posted 17 December 2011 - 08:54 AM

Marion's eldest son was still the least prepared to take over the family business. He was most comfortable in dealing with the mathematical rigid procedure, while a few of the other sons seemed more interested in the work itself. Malcolm junior was the only one who shared Marion's love for designing the stained glass. This was troubling, since that wealth was a great source of the house's standing in Luthadel. Marion watched her son roll his eyes, but she tried to ignore it for the moment. She would bring it up when they were alone. There were too many people about for her to openly scold him for his actions.

"I trust you will not make the same error twice," Marion said, referring to the absence of reading material she found on her desk. "I expect a report of the finances on this new supplier immediately."

Marion gestured to the office, wondering just how much the 'minor' setback was going to cost them. They were comfortable, but had never been a house that could lavishly spend for no reason. They needed to watch where their funds were being placed, and Marion was neck deep in everything that Lebroux stood for.

"Come. I would like some tea." Marion walked off to Gideon's office.

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#6 Sarah

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Posted 05 January 2012 - 05:57 AM

"I assure you, that will be the only mistake," he said in response. Which was probably not true; who knew what could happen? He liked to think he was in total control of the factory, and the plan he had in motion. As if nothing in the world could go wrong unless he willed for it to.

When she started walking toward his office, he blinked, and then started quickly after her, until he caught up. "Of course," he said shortly. "I'll send for some." If he'd known she was coming by, he would have already sent for some, so that it would arrive at the same moment she had. But no, she had to pull a surprise stunt, and throw off his groove.

His office was spacious, but not ridiculously so. It was ridiculously organized, though. There wasn't a single speck of dust on any of the surfaces, nor were there any loose papers. Even the books on his bookshelf were perfectly organized (in alphabetical order) and they were all perfectly alined, so that none stuck out unduly. There were a couple of chairs; he gestured to the nicer of the three (which was usually his) for her to sit, and then stepped out of the room for an instant to send a servant off to retrieve some tea.

"House McCall supplies glass in the quantities we need," he started, taking a seat opposite her, though he sat on the edge - as if that seat, being not the one he normally sat in, was dirtier than he would like. "As I said, I sent a letter to them, so we shall see.. whether they will be amiable or not."

#7 Moru


Posted 06 January 2012 - 05:11 AM

Marion sat in the chair her son chose for her. She could tell that it upset him that she was at the factory this morning. It was an upset from his normal routine, but Marion knew of her son's compulsions for routine and cleanliness. Marion saw it as her job to upset that routine, so he would be ready for the real world. The world, Marion had realized over the years, hated order. Fate would seek out the happy and orderly to throw a wrench in the works. The more Gideon was able to accept that, the better things would be for him.

Marion nodded. "Yes, it also depends on what shipping houses they use. If they use Ulex, they're not a house we want to work with. Our last contract with Ulex fell through because they were not dependable. Did you bother asking what house they used for their shipping?" she asked, in an almost condescending manner. She loved her son dearly, but he needed to be prepared for the real world. She was through coddling her sons.

... All except Malcolm Jr.

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#8 Sarah

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Posted 06 January 2012 - 05:41 AM

Gideon would be thoroughly upset to know that his own mother would deliberately create chaos. His sanity depended on some modicum of order. Okay, a large modicum of order. Perfection. He didn't care if the world hated order, he would insist on having order wherever he went, and Lord Ruler be damned if it would be any different.

He blinked when she spoke to him in what he perceived to be a condescending manner. His chin tilted up slightly in a proud manner. "Yes, of course. That was included in the letter, mother." He answered with a perfectly proper tone. And it was about that moment that he noticed the quill on his desk was tilted at a slight angle. It was supposed to be perpendicular to the edge of the desk. He stared at it for just a moment, forgetting, it seemed, their entire conversation for a few moments.

And then he leaned forward and adjusted it so that it made a T shape with the edge of the desk. That done, he set his hands back in his lap, turning his full attention back to Marion with a small sigh. "It was also a note of urgency; they know to respond at the earliest opportunity, if they are at all interested."

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