Topics Of Eviction
IC date: Spring 20, 1008
OOC date: April 10, 2013
Location: Quintessent's House, The Harbour, Chemsit's
PCs: Quintessent-Rune Gem-Song

Anouther loud sneeze tore through the silence within the small inner courtyard of Quntessent Rune's estate, emenating from the pony in question. Quintessent stuck her hoof into her scarf once more, retrieving a azure blue - becaus it's always blue with thie mare - hankerchief and wiped her muzzle before settling back against the small fountain, hoisting her book up once more… For a few moments, then another sneeze.

Gem-Song perks up in his seat, having been in the middle of a rather fascinating book on seapony technology and magic. Sneezing? He peers out the window, searching for the source of the noise. Rune? Oh, no, is she sick? He trots down the stairs and out into the courtyard. "Hey, Rune?" he says. "You okay?"

"I am… fine, yes," said Quintessent, wiping her muzzle once more iwht her hankerchief. "I nose is merely suffering, though by merely I meen rather a lot. I am not sure what have brought it on, I do feel fine…"

Gem-Song sits next to Rune. Can't be a cold, can it? I mean, winter's been over for three weeks. Hay fever? No, should be almost impossible for earth ponies to suffer from that, and even then, at the very beginning of spring? That's not possible…

Quintessent-Rune blinked, then blinked again. A moment later Quintessent pushed the hankerchief back to her nose and let out another resounding sneeze. "Oh dear…"

"Rune, you need help," Gem says, turning to her. "Come on, let's go see if we can get something for that. Whatever it is…"

Quintessent-Rune gave Gem-Song a flat astare. "Mr. Song, I do not belive I do. This'll blow over before lo-… -ong," sneeze, hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Wipe nose with kercheif. "Though perhaps… I shall take up you offer…"

"A wise choice," Gem said, walking down the pathway and into town. "Now, let's see… where's the pharmacy? Can't belive it's been so long and I don't even know my way around town yet…"

Quintessent-Rune picked herself of the ground, stuffing both her book and kerchief into the extra-dimensional storagespace of her scarf. "The pharmacy? That is, I supose, a good question. I only know of the alchemist shop on Mane Street. I've not yet structured an understanding of the town myself." After all, she'd never bothered with that. Then again, she'd not expected to stay in this mud pony town this long either, maybe she'd have too.

"Aha! Here it is!" Gem exclaims, trotting towards a building on the other end of the street. He steps through the door and looks around. "Alright, then. Let's see if there's anything that'll help you here…"

Quintessent-Rune eyed the chemist's skepticaly, though her skepticism never made it past a small furrowing of her brow. "I supose you are the most knowledgable of us in matters like this," said Quintessent as she walked after Gem-Song inside, looking about. "To tell the truth, our family had a physican at their beck and call. There was never much of a reson to visit a pharmacist."

"Of course you did…" Gem says. Wait… She knows so much about me, I've told her so much about my past. And her? She hasn't told me anything beyond her family was rich, and she ran away. It's about time I found out who she was… "Rune…" he says, looking over shelves. "What was your family like?"

"Present tense, Mr. Song. They are, if I might say so myself, incredibly aggrevating and fairly narrowminded. Quite content with resting on the laurels our ancestors won us whilest completely forgetting what made the Runes great." Quintessent would most likely have snorted in disgust if she'd let herself stoop to that. Instead she let out a almost inpercevable huff and turned her muzzle upwards ever so slightly. "My brother is not as bad, but still."

Gem-Song nods. "Ah, yes," he says. "It's just that… I've told you so much about my past… I thought you should tell me about yours."

Quintessent-Rune glanced at Gem-Song for a moment before shrugging. "I do not wish to speak about them."

Gem-Song sighs. "Rune, why are you so hesitant to tell me?" he asks. "I mean, my past, my family, my old home, they weren't exactly good. But, I told you about them anyway, because sometimes it's better to just talk about it rather than keep it all in."

Quintessent-Rune fixed Gem-Song with a stare, her ever-polite smile holding a hint of chil. "Mr. Song, you left home. I ran away. There's a implied difference between these two that I am certain you can accertain by yourself. I do not wish to speak about my family on those very grounds. Understood?"

"I don't recall ever mentioning that I told my family what I was doing or where I was going," Gem says, returning Rune's gaze. "But, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Just don't be surprised if I end up rummaging around in your room. All this mystery you've built up around you will eventually come crashing down. And then what?"

Quintessent-Rune's polite smile fell, her expression becoming disturbingly flat. "If you do not think you would be able to keep your grubby, dirty hooves to yourself, Gem Song, you should consider yourself evicted. And if you think you can, yet fail, I implore you to consider these two facts. First off, Servant have no trouble tearing through stone walls should it be nesecary and second, it's overly protective of my personage and privacy."

The smile that suddenly spread across Quintessent's expression wasn't just polite as usual, it was downright plesant. "Of course I would prevent it from doing so; to the best of my ability anyway, you know it can have a hard time listening. Not to mention, were this to happen I would undoubtedly be somewhere else to begin with."

"No! Rune, you're missing the point!" Gem says. "If you keep so many secrets, people will get suspicious! Doesn't matter if it was simple family issues or something more, but, if you keep this up, what will happen? Is it really worth having so many ponies looking at you suspiciously? Does one little secret really mean that much to you?"

Quintessent-Rune's expression fell again, back to the disturbingly emotionless one. "I do not care what you or anypony else thinks, now kindly drop the subject least you find yourself with a eviction notice this very instant."

Gem-Song laughs. "Really? Eviction? I doubt you'd try that, seeing as I'm the only source of income for the both of us. Though, if you want to try living on your own, go ahead. But, unless you can just suddenly find a job, I don't think it'll go very well.

"I do have a job," said Quintessent Rune, though job is said with a hint of dissaproval, "if a provisional one for the moment."

Gem-Song blinks. Okay, that was rather unexpected. "Oh, you do have a job? Well, then, that's great!" he says, smiling. "Well, then, I guess you really can evict me. Go ahead! I don't care! You somehow found a job, how hard would it be for me to find a home?"

"As you will notice, eviction is only in case you come into the private parts of my mansion without express permision or if you do not drop the subject of my family. Before such events occure, I have no reson to evict you," huffed Quintessent Rune before turning back to the shelves. "Now lets see if there's any cure for this and let it be done with."

"Yes. Let's just get this over with before I buck up again…" Gem sighs, calming down. What the hay did you just do, Gem? Why would you ever think that that was a good idea? "Here's something," he says, tossing a box to Rune. "There. You're welcome."

"Why thank you, Mr. Song," said Quintessent as she caught the box. Her plesant smile back in place as if she'd not been throwing threats a moment before. With that, she headed over to the register.