Here's Elmira's grandfather's sheet:

Name: Joseph pur Nairen

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 85

Appearance: small, not much hair, bushy eyebrows, pale-ish skin (slightly tan), and a thin nose. He likes to wear suits and will wear them every day. He carries a cane but doesn't need to; it also doubles as a weapon.

Personality: Can be nice; however, he doesn't mind having the status of a Nobyl and can be a bit of a snob to those lower in class to him. He flatters people a lot and likes to be flattered.

Strengths: He is very smart (used to be a theoretical math professor) and can lie very well. 

Weaknesses: He thinks he's really good at playing the violin, which he is not, and doesn't like to make small talk and so is bad at it. 

Home: Nairen Island

Which Nobyl family is he/she from? You can invent your own branch of the Nobyls: The pur Nairens. He is the eldest of them; his mother was the last of an extinct Nobyl family, the pur Selders, and married a commoner with the last name of Nairen and elected to change her name. (The island was originally undiscovered by anyone but a colony of badgers, until his parents moved there.)

Background: He doesn't like being from a common family, so he doesn't act like it. He has four adult children, Nemonia, Jorge, Noriega, and Filbert, who each have one child (his grandchildren), Reynold, Fisher, Slamuel, and Elmira. He also has a wife named Willemina, who is still working as a professor and whom he loves very much. He says he doesn't have a favorite child;  the truth is it switches around.

]Joseph pur Nairen[

If, that one sunny morning in Ertim, Kyngdom, you had told Joseph pur Nairen that his granddaughter, the great-at-messing-up, letting-intuition-and-not-obvious-facts-guide-her-through-the-world, fledgling Resistance (or, according to Joseph, greatest-meddlers-in-the-world-club) member, Elmira pur Nairen, was in the same town as he was by pure coincidence, you still couldn't have ruined his day.
And it was pretty easy to ruin Joseph's days, for the record. 
However, he was visiting Ertim because of a party with his acquaintance Lord Ertim, and had arrived early just so he could buy a new bow and get his violin re-strung. (The music shop owner had told him that he ought to use more rosin, and tighten the bow less, and not play pizzicato like he was attacking the fingerboard with his nails, but Joseph didn't know whether or not the shop owner was lying. In his mind, he played just fine, especially for someone with no teacher but old books of music and front-row seats at recitals.) And, soon enough, he was going to buy a new suit.
Really, the only thing wrong with the day was that Willemina had not come to Ertim. But, unlike her husband Joseph, she was still a professor--of theoretical astrophysics--and spent her days teaching and her nights observing, then sleeping. So that couldn't be helped much. 
Joseph left his hotel and walked out. He knew that Ertim was a fashionable town, and he'd likely find a shop that sold suits soon enough. He let himself walk towards the center of town, knowing that that'd be the best place to find something. Central Ertim had several shops clustered around a small town square, selling things like haircuts, vegetables, stationery, and baked goods, but not suits. The logical thing to do would be to ask someone for directions, but Joseph had the whole day, and he didn't know what he'd do after this. He'd been planning on his chartered coach being late, and him not having any time to do anything yesterday. The thing about planning was that you needed to be flexible. But, really, wasn't it silly to expect lateness? 
Joseph set off out the southwest corner of the square and further south. Eventually, he came upon a suit shop, between a sword shop and a flower shop. He almost didn't notice that the part of town was a little bit shabbier. But, he bought a good suit--for a good price--and told the person that he'd pick it up tomorrow morning.
As he came out of the tailor's, he saw someone come out of the sword shop. She was tall, with brown hair, and young--not older than twenty. She had the regal posture of a Nobyl, too, but was carrying a package wrapped in brown paper. What was a young Nobyl woman doing here, he wondered? 
A young Nobyl woman. Just like Elmira. The lady seemed familiar. Not Elmira, but someone connected to her? He decided to take a chance, because Elmira in town would only make things worse. 
"Excuse me," he said to her. "Have we met?"

Three things - I posted my Resistance leader charrie's form on the Who's Here in case you hadn't seen; I think Lord Helion doesn't actually live in Ertim? but he's Poinsettia's charrie so you'll have to ask her; and ooh the plot thickens~

^Tarava^

Coming out of the weapons shop, Tarava came face-to-face with a small, old man. Her first thought was, He looks so much like Elmira. Then, Oh no, it's Elmira's grandfather! I mean, of course, how lovely to see her grandfather. For years she'd known that her thoughts might be reflected in her face, and by now it was just a reflex to think what she ought to be thinking, even if deep inside her thoughts were very different.

She considered just slipping past him, but she was too late. He approached her. "Excuse me," he said. "Have we met?"

There were two possibilities: she could tell him that she had been in the smith's store to pick up a sword for a fictional brother, or to purchase something more suited to her social position. She debated them rapidly. "I don't believe we have," she said, smiling. "But you're a Nobyl, aren't you? Oh, I'm simply delighted to meet you. I haven't seen a proper Nobyl since I came here, and you know, it's really so refreshing after all these lower-class people. I'm afraid you'll think it's improper of me to be coming out of a smith's shop - but my brother - well, brothers, you know. He never had any sense of anything. He asked me to pick up something for him, since I was coming this way, but they didn't have anything I thought was good... I'm Tarava pur Lamour, by the way, how silly of me not to introduce myself sooner; you?"

Kirenne looks like a very good charrie, and I forget about things too easily--it does sound right that Lord Helion lives in Mer, since Tarava was talking about going to somewhere near to Mer so as not to seem suspicious. 

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]Joseph pur Nairen[

"My name is Joseph pur Nairen," said Joseph to the young lady. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"I've never heard of the pur Nairens," said the lady.
"Ah, well." Joseph's face flushed. "I'm the son of Sophia pur Selder, perhaps you recognize her name?" 
"Ah yes," said Tarava pur Lamour. "Such a nice family, and in good society, too."
"Are you attending Lord Helion's party in Mer?" asked Joseph conversationally.
Tarava paused, looking down the street and moving the brown paper package up and down slightly. 
"Yes," she said. "Are you?"
"Yes."
"Ah. That will be lovely, and I'll see you then, shall I? Not keep you any longer?"
"Good day," Joseph told her, and turned. He then continued on with his day. He went back to his hotel and practiced the violin for half an hour, then visited a public library. In short, he went on enjoying his day, satisfied with Tarava pur Lamour's statement that she'd never heard of the pur Nairens and deciding that perhaps the fact that she reminded him of Elmira was simply because they looked similar. 

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{Elmira pur Nairen}

Tarava got back to the mansion after perhaps an hour. She went into her own room first, though Elmira could hear her, and then through the adjoining space into Elmira's, carrying a package wrapped in brown paper.
"I bought a dress for you," she said. "It will be delivered this afternoon."
"Thank you so much," said Elmira. "And the sword?"
"Here it is." Tarava handed her the package. Elmira opened it: the sword was very nice. It had a sheath, which was very intricate, and could be strung onto a sash; that way it would look rather ornamental. Elmira slid it out of the sheath; it was a very good sword, and shiny. She ran her fingers along the edge of the blade and tested how well it bent--it was perfect. 
"It's perfect," said Elmira. 
"Thank you," Tarava answered. "I saw your grandfather and told him I'd never heard of the pur Nairens, but, I'm sorry, I told him that I'm going to Lord Helion's party, I didn't think it'd be believable if I didn't..."
"No, no," said Elmira. She thought her grandfather would take a lie from Tarava, who lied very well. "But did you say who the sword was for?" 
"My imaginary brother," said Tarava. 
"Thank you."
"All right," Tarava said. "I may go into my room and read for a while, if that's all right?" 
"It is," said Elmira, who put the brown paper in the rubbish bin and placed her new sword inside of her empty traveling bag. 

^Tarava^

Tarava managed to satisfy Joseph pur Nairen with a vague reference to Lord Helion's ball and how nice it was to see him, and headed back to the hotel. She told Elmira about it, and went into her room to rest.

And to make plans. Should they go into Mer that afternoon, then? They'd have to at some point. Surely there was some way of avoiding Elmira's grandfather. Hopefully the Resistance headquarters hadn't changed, and she could still find them... she remembered the Resistance leader she'd met last time she went to Mer, Kirenne Alaras. Maybe she could find her again. Kalam had promised to be in Mer, so that they could find him if they needed him.

At lunchtime, a girl knocked on the door. "If you want to have lunch here, we do serve it," she informed Tarava and Elmira. "It's downstairs, in the general dining room."

"Thank you," Tarava said. "I think we will eat here." She and Elmira went downstairs and settled down at one of the tables. "Elmira," Tarava said, "have you told anyone yet that you're sick?"

"No," Elmira replied. "Everything's been quiet all morning."

"Good," Tarava said. "Otherwise someone might wonder about why we're both going out this afternoon. I was thinking that we should slip over to Mer, at least to take a look at things; we'll have to go back several times, of course, but we can start things off. We can order private conveyance, so that it'll be less likely that your grandfather will see you, and we can have it stop at the house of one of the Nobyls of Mer." Just so that we can say we were going there. "Does that sound good?"

If the party is the sort where there's dancing with music provided by guest musicians, Joseph wouldn't mind being one of them. 

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{Elmira pur Nairen}

"It sounds amazing," Elmira said. "Should I take all of my things, or will we return tonight?" 
"We'll return tonight," said Tarava. "Mer's close, and we'd not take too long, and it's only just eleven-thirty...how about we eat, though?" 
"Of course," said Elmira, her cheeks flaming. She rubbed them. Part of her felt like she shouldn't be so inexperienced in helping the Resistance. Like she shouldn't held onto hope of becoming a real part of the family, a proper parallel to Reynold, Fisher, and Slam--it hadn't happened anyway, so why'd she wasted her time, instead of actually doing something the last eight or nine years, instead of becoming one of the fourteen Drs. pur Nairen. Everyone in her family had a doctorate, Elmira included--she was technically Dr. Elmira pur Nairen of Applied Mathematics. Reynold was a professor, while Fisher and Slam (he went by Slamuel now, but it was hard to pronounce, Elmira hadn't seen him in a while, and who forgets a childhood nickname of Slam?) were both researchers. They'd been born exactly a month apart and were closer than they were to the others.
"So shall we?" Tarava asked. 
"Yes." Elmira and Tarava went down the stairs and followed the hallway to the hotel dining room. It was very spacious, long but not very narrow (though by no means anything approaching square), and had a long marble table in the middle of it. Tarava sat down in the middle, away from the door, and Elmira sat next to her. Big silver dish-covers, presumably covering dishes of food, went down the middle of the table atop a runner, as well as candles and vases of flowers. A waiter in a white jacket came up to the two of them with an expertly balanced stack of two plates, two glasses of water, and two napkins full of silverware. 
"Welcome," he said, placing the items on the table. "You may serve yourselves any of our menu items. Luncheon service is rather modest, but if you join us for dinner, then you will be enjoying something less coarse." He bowed and walked away. 
Elmira lifted the nearest dish cover and served herself from the dish, then began to eat. Tarava did the same, reaching for another dish, and so they passed the lunch in silence, having their meal just for the sake of its being a meal. 

That sounds excellent.

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]Joseph pur Nairen[

After his layover in Ertim, Joseph walked to the building where his driver was due to meet him. The driver, Mr. Faroe, was normally available all the time and lived on Nairen Island. He, however, was paid to drive all the pur Nairens, and since Joseph's son George, father of Fisher, had needed to go on a business trip, Joseph had chartered a coach with another driver and decided to stay in Ertim for some time. After all, it was a lovely town. 
The building was a stable; Joseph sat on his suitcase and watched the horses. He didn't trust horses, and so he always traveled by carriage, since he detested riding. Mr. Faroe loved horses, however, and Joseph guessed he'd arrived a little bit early so that he could rest, feed, and water them. The journey would cross much of Kyngdom, and they'd probably stop overnight, but you couldn't count on good accomodation for horses, as Mr. Faroe always said. 
Presently, Mr. Faroe came into view, leading two horses who were pulling Joseph's carriage. 
"Good afternoon, Sir pur Nairen," said Mr. Faroe, tipping his cap.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Faroe," said Joseph.
"The carriage is ready, sir," Mr. Faroe told Joseph. This was Joseph's signal to pick up his knapsack and violin case (which he wanted with him) and climb the steps of the carriage. Mr. Faroe, meanwhile, scrambled onto the roof and lashed the suitcase to the top of the carriage. Joseph sat down on the seat in the very back of the carriage. It was an ingenious carriage, really, with the back wall (including the last row of seats) being a door that could swing outwards, and with rows of padded benches that could be added and fastened to the floor if need be. Need wasn't, however, and Joseph enjoyed the spaciousness; he put his violin case in the shelf under the seat and set his knapsack and cane next to him. Then he found a book of theoretical mathematics in his knapsack, which he'd been wanting to read for a while, and settled in. 
Mr. Faroe poked his head through the little window in the front wall that let the driver talk to the passengers.
"To the Rosewood?" he asked.
"Yes, to the Rosewood," Joseph affirmed. 
"By the most direct route, or the one with a good stop?" Mr. Faroe queried.
"A good stop, please," said Joseph. He had a few days, and so he might as well take his time. 
"All right, sir, we're off!" Mr. Faroe slammed the window closed and Joseph returned to his book. 

^Tarava^

The ride into Mer was uneventful - luckily, Elmira's grandfather didn't show up - and about a quarter of an hour later, they had arrived in the crowded, glittering, southern-Kyngdom-ish streets of Mer. Tarava remembered having loved it before, and she still loved it now. She turned to Elmira with a smile. "Well, here we are," she said. "Mer." Resistance headquarters.

They set out along the street; Tarava was fairly certain that she wouldn't bump into anyone she knew, and there was always the excuse of dressmakers. Oddly, she felt almost safe; safer than she'd ever felt in crowded ballrooms of Evranel or other cities. Most certainly safer than she'd feel in the Rosewood, a few days from now. And more energized. Maybe she was imagining it, but Mer felt like it was harboring a secret, a movement, something that could change a whole land. The Resistance, in other words, the thing she'd given the past few years of her life to.

They hadn't even neared the main headquarters when Tarava noticed a young woman hurrying along the street. Ah. She knew her. "Ms. Alaras!" she called, going towards her.

Kirenne turned, spotting them. For the slightest second she seemed to hesitate; then she came over to them. "Lady Tarava," she said. "How wonderful to see you."

"Likewise - I mentioned I was coming, I don't know if you heard?"

"Yes, Kalam told us," Kirenne answered. "Something about a plan." She glanced at Elmira.

Tarava turned to Elmira. "Elmira, this is Kirenne Alaras, one of the Resistance leaders. Kirenne, this is Elmira pur Nairen - she's also part of the Resistance. Could you help us, Kirenne?"

"Yes, if I can," Kirenne said. "Let's go somewhere where we can discuss things properly, so that we don't have to talk here in the street." A smile curved on her lips, and she turned and led them a little way along the street before making a sharp turn and leading them into a cafe. It was half-sunk into the ground, the entrance difficult to find if you were walking along the street, and lit by warm candlelight. Kirenne sat down at a table and gestured to them to do the same. "What's this plan, then?" she asked.

Sorry it's been some time since I last posted--I've been fairly busy.
I read Tarava and Arietis's conversations--the writing is so lovely, and I just thought I should mention it's nice.
Are the characters that had been mentioned still up for taking over the mansion? I suppose they won't be if their CBers aren't active on this RP.

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{Elmira pur Nairen}

Elmira rather liked Mer, but she was intimidated by it--not it especially, but the way Tarava and Kirenne got along--they'd spent time working for a common cause and knew each other well. She was not, however, intimidated by the cafe. It was small and made entirely of cement, though the candles made it look very nice. A man in a black vest stood behind the counter.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked.
"Yes, please, three black teas," said Kirenne. "Thank you so much, George."
George brought over the teas. Elmira sipped hers and gagged--it tasted terrible, like coffee. She glanced around at the others: Kirenne seemed to like it, and Tarava, if she was in discomfort, seemed to be calm enough to hide it.
"So, Lady Elmira," said Kirenne. "This is your first job with the Resistance?"
"Yes, it is," said Elmira, hoping she'd not be treated like a child. Kirenne was looking at her like she'd read a fifty-page dossier all about her. Elmira hoped not.
"Good," said Kirenne. "I'm so glad you decided to join our cause. Anyways, Lady Tarava, you and Arietis had planned to do this together, correct?"
"Yes," said Tarava. "She's ill, sadly. Anyways, we were hoping to be joined by some others, and also to try to do it anonymously?" Tarava seemed just a little uncertain about that, leaning over her cup of nasty tea as she said so. 
"Oh, that'd be fine," said Kirenne. "And I think that you two are in a very valuable position. Lady Elmira, you still have family, correct?" 
"Yes," said Elmira, blushing. "It's not as though I'm close to them, though." 
"Don't worry," said Kirenne. "I think, though, that you two are more useful to the Resistance still able to pretend to be friends of Catastrophe, or at least not dead against him. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes," said Tarava. Elmira nodded, looking at her tea.
"Before we say anything else, though," said Kirenne, leaning across the table towards Elmira. "Do you commit to the Resistance fully? Because if you don't, the door is that way." She gestured. 
"I do," said Elmira. And she meant it. 
"Good," said Kirenne. "Now we can discuss the plans for this endeavor."

Don't worry, life is life :) And thanks! pangolin's writing is definitely superb <3

I don't think most of the charries mentioned will still be available, but my charrie Kalam certainly will be, and Kirenne can always show up too. @all CBers who may be reading this RP - all charries are welcome to help with the uprising! Please join if you want to :)

^Tarava^

Kirenne seemed a bit suspicious of Elmira, which, well, Tarava had expected - she was a Nobyl from a family that had turned against the Resistance at least once, as Tarava herself was. What she hadn't expected was that Kirenne would voice her suspicions quite so openly. But, well, she didn't know Kirenne that well either - she'd only met her on the one other time she'd been to Mer.

Kirenne leaned back in her chair, pushing aside her cup. "By the way, apologies for the quality of the food in this place," she said with a smile - Tarava guessed it meant everything can be normal between us. "This really isn't my cup of tea. But anyway, what exactly is your plan? Something about Lord H. and his roses, but you're actually planning an uprising?

She said the last bit humorously, but Tarava realized that she was encrypting her words on purpose for just the slightest bit of secrecy. Tarava flashed a smile in return. "Yes," she said. "I actually have to give the credit for the idea to Arietis. We thought we could take over the roses and give them back to the family who'd planted them - you know, Zara and all those. As I said, we'd do it anonymously, from inside the - roses. We wanted to ask you to have our friends -" she tipped her head to indicate the Resistance - "outside, and we would let them in. I don't believe Elmira and I would even have to lose our places in the trust of... Calamity. No one would ever know. We thought it could be during a party, and before anyone knew where things stood, the roses would be ours. Roses are strong, Kirenne. I think there would be benefits for us in having them."

Kirenne nodded, suddenly quiet. She looked away from Tarava, into the flame of a candle near her. Then she looked straight back into Tarava's eyes. "But what if it doesn't work?"

Tarava glanced away in turn, and sighed. "Then we lose some people, and it will have been a disaster. But nothing comes without a risk anyway, not in these things. You have to barter something - even if it's just safety - to claim something." Soft music struck up to one side of the cafe, and she tipped her head to listen to it. "And it's not like this should be too dangerous. One of us can let them into the gardens before or during the party, and they shouldn't even run into any guards."

For a moment silence hung in the cafe, shining and soft as the candelight. Then Kirenne nodded. "It should be feasible," she offered. "If I can, I'll lead our friends myself." She smiled. "Elmira, do you have any special plans?"