OOC/SIGNUP: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threa...-alabaster-ooc-signups-accepting-rpers.67119/ Madame Alabaster "The city seems noisy this morning, Raziel" she said "It should be, Madame, today is the day." Raziel said There she stood, Madame Alabaster, unofficial queen of the Homs: an icon of power. The Madame stood at five foot three inches, baring her trinkets and makeup as always. Her petite burgundy dress flowed to the floor, a tiny woman wrapped in rich cotton. She stood inside her Estate, watching the city wake up like a king watches his own kingdom from the tallest tower of his castle. "Open the doors and attend to the Homs, it should be any moment. I will meet you downstairs at the entrance." "No tour, Madame?" "We don't have time" she paused "These aren't ambassadors or white-collars either." Raziel left the watchtower, his boots creaking the old wood of the attic with every step. The Estate had long awaken before the city, bustling with the smell of breakfast eggs and inked papers fresh off the press. Raziel walked down the grand stair case, leading down tot he front door of the Estate building. "Be gentle." Butlers surrounded him as they dressed him with his black suit, hotfooting to the courtyard garden. "The Madame demands that the gates be opened!" Raziel heaved against the main door of the Estate, revealing the courtyard before him. A monument to the grand, rich nature of the Estate itself, decorated in whites, golds, deep blacks and reds. The courtyard itself seemed acres, filled with white stone tiles which lead thousands of meters to the fountain of the Madame , halfway between the estate and the gate itself. The goliath-esque marble gates stood infront of the estate, its towering size enough to make one dizzy. The Madame's sense of grandiose stature could almost be disgusting. The golden frame gates slid themselves open to the world, inviting all Homs with the original letter of the Madame to enter. Through the gates, shrubs lined the border of the highway that was the courtyard's walk. The marble fountain of the Madame sprung to life. "Calm the stampede, the noise of our assembly will scare the Homs!" Thousands of the Madame's white knights stomped to the forefront of the courtyard, holding their blades skyward to profess their loyalty to the Madame. Their stomping shook the peaceful Estate in the early morning. Raziel would stand in the center of the gates, in a full black suit, waiting for whoever would accept Madame Alabaster' invitation of service. "Now we wait."