Rea Family/Darius/Father

Roleplay from Darius Rea

Darius stared at the letter. A beautifully embellished dragon design wrapped around the envelope, its mouth wide in a roar, teeth surrounding the wax seal. His own crest stared at him from the black wax seal. "Scribe." A mousy scribe bounced from the corner of the room, smile plaster across his face. "Yes, InJustice?" Darius's eyebrow twitched, eyes still locked on the envelope. Suddenly, he broke his stillness, moving purposely. He set the letter down, still unopened, and rifled through his writing desk drawers. He pulled paper, "ink", and quill from the depths, dropping the quill on the floor, cursing and scooping it back up with shaking hands. "I need to go...visit someone. If I am not back in six hours, I want you to deliver some things for me, personally." He pulled another paper from the desk, this one on yellowed parchment, with a stain of blood across it, and a clump of dark hair pasted to the corner. "Take this." Darius shoved the paper into the scribes hands, before crossing the room, and fumbling with a large trunk. It popped open, and a few strands of hair floated out. Darius pulled a few clumps out, and tucked them in his pant pockets. "And the Fluff in here too. Go to Dentara, she'll know what to do." The scribe turned, beginning to leave. "Wait." Darius's command held little of his normal mirth, coming out rather quiet. He returned to his desk, and hastily scribbled two notes. "Deliver these as well." He looked to the scribe, laden down with Fluff, bonds, and letters. Darius sighed, and picked up the fancy letter from his desk. "Give me six hours, and then get to it." Darius stared at the letter some more, before sighing again, and leaving the room in a huff. No reason to keep him waiting, after all.

Darius Rea