On a Silver Dish (Jay)

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/trayposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 gold none,b,Table][scrolly:h(225),w(265),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:63px;margin-left:231px;)]Today....was the day. Tray Malone had a chip on his shoulders, a stick up his ass, and something to prove. For whatever reason, he'd woken up this morning in some odd sort of mood. So, he'd rounded up his team of Pokemon, put on his nicest suit, combed his hair to be extra perfect, then got his bodyguard to go with him. So, there he was, wearing a black robe with fuzzy pink trimming, a hot pink silky shirt, and a pair of shiny black pants with matching shoes. With a spring in his step and determination in his eyes, Romano Tracy Malone III finally reached the castle, balling up his fist and knocking on the door with authority. [/scrolly]

[Jay]

Gwen had never seen Try as chipper as he was that day, and when he had explained to her just why he was, she found herself incredibly confused. Didn't he technically hate the Rossi line? Why would he be so happy to go down there and out of what felt like fucking nowhere. Despite this confusion, she readily did what she was told and had traveled down with her beloved master without question. It hadn't taken them but a short time to get there, if only because their transportation was readily available. Thus they now stood outside of Forest Castle, and Tray had just knocked on the door. Looking sideways, Gwen wondered what her master was thinking but didn't want to ask just yet.
Within the castle, it was relatively quiet at the moment. However, someone had heard the knock, at least. From everything that had happened in the last weeks, or rather months now, Felis hadn't been himself in quite a while. Thus, when the the knock on the door came, he simply sat up in bed, looked sideways, and shouted. "Someone get that," he called before flopping forwards again. He didn't want to do anything. He didn't want to see anyone. He simply felt sick of everyone and everything.

The knock was also heard by one Lance R. Rossi who had been walking close enough to hear Felis's call. Frowning, he mentally sighed and started towards the door. Where were those good for nothing butlers? He swore he couldn't understand why his son had hired them if they were just going to disappear on him. It was ridiculous, yet there wasn't much the father could do outside of criticize his son considering he was no longer the head of the family, as both annoying and depressing that was. Upon taking hold of the door, Lance pulled open the door not looking at exactly who it was that was there just yet. "Yes?" he asked.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/trayposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 gold none,b,Table][scrolly:h(225),w(265),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:63px;margin-left:231px;)]Oh Gwen didn't know the half of his intentions, but he'd been planning this for forever now, the Baron had just never gotten the motivation or guts to do so until now. The door opened, and with every passing second, Tray felt his confidence just rising. This was the day! He was the man! And after this, he had it set in his mind that he would reach his wildest dream! His smirk grew when he saw it was one Lance, Sr. at the door. "Hello there, old man~" he said, feeling rather chipper still. "Long time no see, so I figured I would drop by."Oh, he wanted to drop by alright, but what was this nut REALLY thinking...? [/scrolly]

[Jay]

Gwen was quiet as the man opened the door, and for a few seconds, she just blinked. What ....was...er...stare.

Papa Lance's eyelid twitched at Tray's words, and though he hadn't seen the boy in a while, Tray was not the easiest person to forget. Maria's boy he mentally sighed. "You should be more respectful," was the flat statement before his eyes shifted to Gwen. "And you are?" was the question that was asked.

Gwen twitched a little at Lance's question. "Gwen," she stated crossing her arms in front of herself. Lance mentally sighed before looking back at Tray again. "The young Duke is ill, but you may come in," he stated flatly before holding the door open a little.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/trayposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 gold none,b,Table][scrolly:h(225),w(265),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:63px;margin-left:231px;)]"You're right, I should be more respectful. And you should develop more of a personality and not be such a stiff~" he said brightly before walking back inside, looking at Gwen. Okay, he was in. So...now what? In all honesty, the Baron hadn't thought it through this far. Only Arceus even knew why he'd even try something so foolish, but...Ah, oh well. [/scrolly]

[Jay]

The leer that developed in Papa Lance's eyes was enough to be beyond threatening, but if that wasn't enough, he pushed up his glasses making for an even more intimidating effect. "Don't disrespect me, Tracy," was the order. Though she did her best to hold back the sudden hysteria that came with hearing Tray's middle name, Gwen flinched and allowed a quiet 'heh' sound to escape from her. Shaking her head rather quickly, she stood up straighter again and did her best to be calm once more. "Right then, this way," Papa Lance spoke before gesturing to the two and then starting further inwards. Gwen didn't hesitate to follow.

As they walked down several halls, Gwen's eyes moved along them carefully trying to figure out where they were in the castle. Papa Lance didn't need such help and instead was walking easily and turning easily. This had been his home for perpetually forever as he saw it, and he knew its insides and outsides. Finally coming to a room, Papa Lance opened it revealing his old office. Gwen hesitated a moment before entering looking back at Tray worriedly.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/trayposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 gold none,b,Table][scrolly:h(225),w(265),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:63px;margin-left:231px;)]Tray met Lance's leer with a stare, though his first instinct--which he promptly ignored--was to piss his pants. And for the next long moment or so, the Baron found himself unable to even speak or think clearly. Finally, Tray had thought of a decent comeback but decided not to chance it on Lance. What he did do, was look back at Gwen as they walked, and managed to say one simple sentence. "It's Tray." Walking down the labyrinth of the halls, Tray was beginning to think Felis would be better to deal with, anyway. [/scrolly]

[Jay]

Gwen half smirked at Tray's comment but was unable to really laugh as much as she wanted to right then and there. As they got to the office, Papa Lance gestured for each of them to take a seat across from his desk and easily sat down after. Bridging his fingers together, the old man stared over his hands and the two not saying anything for nearly a minute as he collected his thoughts. "Now explain to me why you are really here," was the flat order that came from the old man. He knew better than to think that side of the family had any business coming over except on some sort of business. Gwen fidgeted but said nothing unsure of where to even begin or what to say. This guy... just looking at him was starting to worry her for some reason....

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/trayposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 gold none,b,Table][scrolly:h(225),w(265),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:63px;margin-left:231px;)]Tray sat across from Lance; that confidence and swagger from before still there, but not as strongly. For some reason the Northern Baron forgot how intimidating the old man could be. How, it was uncertain considering Tray spent a good bit of his youth in trouble with him. "What?" he said sarcastically, "You really don't think I'd care enough to just say hi or to check on my own family after what's been going on? What kind of person do you think I am?" He sort of faked a hurt look, milking this for all it was worth. Of course it never occurred to him that he'd seem like even MORE of a jackass when it came to light what he was really there for. [/scrolly]

[Jay]

Dulled blue eyes stared back at the young man before them, and for a brief moment, there was utter silence. An unreadable expression came and went from Lance's lips, and it was questionable as to whether he was actually going to say something or not. Gwen looked sideways towards Tray once more doing her best to stay calm despite the fact that she was becoming more and more aware of the hairs on the back of her neck sticking up. What was this feeling, and why was she so sure that she should have been able to recognize it? Remaining silent, the teal haired woman ended up looking back towards the old man after a moment.

A minute passed, and finally hands dropped, and a body sat back in the chair. "I see, either you have grown up quite a lot since we last met or you are trying to play the fool, young man," Papa Lance replied thoughtfully closing his eyes. "If that is all you seek, then know that most of us are fine as to be expected. How are your parents and sister then?" he continued. Gwen breathed out quietly after that. Alright, this was somehow better than the silence at least.