#rp: Breda Meeting The Sisters

[forgottenarmstrongsisters]

How about a group starter, since I don't have a sense of their personalities yet? The time Breda first met Amue and Strongine. Catherine can be there or not, your choice //Must-Hate-Dogs

@must-hate-dogs

Although it didn’t happen too often, sometimes work followed Alex home. Sometimes that meant conversations that he would go have with their father. Sometimes it meant a call in the middle of the night. And sometimes it meant that someone came home with him, or came looking for him. Today, it was the latter.

“Amue. Amue!” Strongine lightly hit her sister’s arm, trying to get her attention as she looked out the window of the sitting room she and her sister were sitting in.

“Hm? What is it, Strongine?” Amue lowered the book she had been reading to regard her sister, curious.

“Alex is home,” Strongine started, and Amue looked at her a bit surprised.

“It’s early for him to be home,” she said. “I do hope something isn’t a matter.”

“I don’t know, but look, Amue--he’s brought someone with him.” Strongine.

That got Amue’s attention. Both sisters always did enjoy learning more about their little brother’s work life. She came up and joined Strongine at the window as they looked down at the pair of men. Their brother was looking strong and competent as usual, but the man with him looked respectable as well. A sturdy figure, probably at least somewhat strong as he was military, short red hair, and a serious look on his face.”

“My, he looks disgruntled,” Amue said as she watched.

“Yes, he does, doesn’t he?” Strongine said, a mischievous lilt to her voice.

Amue eyed her. “What are you plotting, dear little sister?”

“Why nothing at all, dear older sister. Just planning on how to be a good hostess. After all, mother is out, so it falls to us.”

“Strongine...” Amue said, warning in her voice.

“Relax, Amue. I won’t do anything to him. But don’t you want to know the kind of men our dearest little brother works with?” Strongine asked.

“Well... yes...” Amue said. She sighed. “Alright. We’ll be good hostesses, and see what kind of a man this is.”

“Good! Then let’s go!”

The pair made their way downstairs and towards the drawing room where one of the maids had directed the man while Alex went elsewhere. Composing themselves with the good baring of high society ladies, they made their way into the drawing room, Amue, as the second eldest sister, leading the way.

“Good afternoon,” she greeted the man. “Please pardon us, but mother isn’t home and so it falls to us to greet you. I am Amue Armstrong, and this is my younger sister Strongine. Welcome to the Armstrong estate. I do hope that you’ll be able to accept some tea or coffee. We would love to make a co-worker of our brother welcome, Lieutenant.”