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#Post#: 661--------------------------------------------------
Re: CHPT 1.4 - The Banquet
By: unknownmercury Date: April 25, 2020, 7:08 pm
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[color=green]Septimus Vianacelli
Location: Whetherford Manor Ballroom
Septimus for the most part ignored Eir, his attention drawn to
the stage at the front of the room -- more specifically, drawn
to the man at the head of the performance. Corentine Desdemona.
What was he doing here? Septimus' heart hammered in his chest.
Was the man here for him? Had his debts finally come due?
No. If that were the case, Corentine wouldn't be putting on the
show. He would have approached quietly and given his demands in
whispers. So why was he here? Septimus shook his head and turned
away. "My apologies," he said. "I was distracted by the show.
What were we saying?"
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[color=red]Gabrielle Brighteye
Location: Whetherford Manor Ballroom
"We were talking about Miss Valda and Mister Malneux's rather...
violent history before politics." Gabrielle smirked a bit at the
tall, buff man who seemed so intent on staying close to Asena.
"As for your question," she then said, turning back towards
Malneux, "there's no accounting for radicals and extremists.
Every group has them -- well, every group that's large and
widespread enough to have any real power. Humanity has people
who hate Elvi, Elvi have theirs who hate Humana, Both have those
who despise the Kymera, and the Kymera have those who detest
both.
"In short, just because you hear most about the more violent
followers of Embra does not mean they are all like that." She
smiled her sweetest smile. "Unlike ex-mercenaries, of course, a
grouping of people whose whole lives once centered around
killing and bloodshed. Of course, I would hardly hold that
against either you or Miss Valda here."
Once I have power, she thought, while smiling that smile that
crinkled her eyes, I am going to burn you alive personally, and
your screams will be music to me.
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[color=purple]Diandra Desdemona
Location: Whetherford Manor Upper Floors
Diandra snapped, her bare finger slapping the charged palm of
her glove to rock her aside. The sword's blade passed within
inches of her ribs. She could feel the wind off the sword as it
passed. The man's lunge couldn't be aborted. She brought her leg
up and kicked him twice, in the chest and in the head. He
staggered, swaying at the edge of the step he was on.
Diandra pushed him. He fell, thumping on the stairs until he hit
the bottom. She waited, listened. He groaned. A knife flew down
to finish the job.
Diandra turned and made her way up to the third floor landing.
Now the real pillaging could begin.
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Re: CHPT 1.4 - The Banquet
By: JLevitt99 Date: April 25, 2020, 10:26 pm
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Damien Malneux
Location: Whetherford Manor Ballroom --------> Far side of the
Ballroom,
Accompanying: Asena Valda, Gabrielle Brighteye, Malachi Hythien
Damien smiles at Gabrielle, very warmly, pun intended
"Oh my dear Miss Brighteye, some of the greatest leaders have
been warriors. A good leader should be adept with a quill, but
prepared to use steel if need be. Not that someone so regally,
and beautifully... small should ever need wield steel"
As the performance begins, the groups attention is drawn there,
but Damien's eyes linger on things far, far more important. The
small group gathered around Miss Valda, for example. Gabrielle
clearly had set out to form an alliance, or trust of some sorts
between herself and the ginger hellwraith. Her convent wreaked
of Nepotism and religious funds misused, although that was to be
expected. His own patron was visibly uneased by his words and
actions, and Damien quickly gives Malachi a look stating simply,
"Trust me. I have this handled". That should be enough to
satisfy the rich manwhore, though the same funds that provided
Malachi all his toys payed Damien's handsome salary. He receives
a sharp headache, and anyone not paying close attention to his
form would miss the flash of red and blue. Images rush through
his mind, people, places, so many sounds and faces of people
whom he'd never met. One, one however stuck out, a vision of a
young girl, hair as red as the crimson cloth adorning one of the
spectacular ladies at this very event, arm outstretched, with
the burning form of someone vaguely appearing human crumbling to
ash.
"Oh....oh i see...Miss Valda...who knew?""Oh....oh i see...Miss
Valda...who knew?"
he thinks to himself, turning to look out around the crowd. This
was the best chance he would get. Sliding back into the crowd,
he makes his way right behind arena, leaning down slightly to
whisper into her ear
"Follow me..." His words were silvery and smooth, and oh so
tempting. He turns, and walks towards a more secluded, open area
in the ballroom. Waiting for her to arrive, he finally speaks
with her, seemingly candidly.
"Asena, oh i missed you so dearly, how have you been?" he says,
voice layered with thick sarcasm and mockery. He smirks, walking
towards her. He stands in front of her, with a smirk that
matches his real self. The one she knows, the cold, cruel,
maliciously injudicious man about to reveal a little secret,
just for the two of them. He takes a step towards her, and she
sees a shattered flash of a red afterimage on his right
inaudibly screaming in pain, blink, and its gone. He takes
another step, and on his left she can see a blue twin pulling at
his hair, mouth wide but with no sound coming out. Not a soul
asides from the two is likely to see it, the flashes brief, and
only truly visible if you know what to look for, which Asena
most certainly does
"I missed you Asena, no matter how....bellicose, you may be. Did
you miss me?"
He steps nearer, only a pace or two from her
"I came across something unique, so incredibly interesting I
didnt want any of the other nosey little bureaucrats to hear"
he circles her, like a tiger stalking its wounded quarry, slowly
making an arc around her
"That grimy alley, such a miserable end for that foreman. Ash
scattered in the mud.." A smile spreads across his face, sick
and twisted. Watching her squirm would be so pleasant, and what
comes after even more so. Taking a large step back from
whispering the words to her ear, he ensures that only the two
are privy to the little secret they now share
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Re: CHPT 1.4 - The Banquet
By: MISSimissyou Date: April 28, 2020, 2:56 pm
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Reginald Mercy Whetherford
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Whitheres Servant Alycianna, Malachi Gelanthius
Reggie bowed low, and somewhat dramatically, as Alycianna
introduced him to the pair. Rather, to the man. The Lady Luna
seemed to be in a state of unaware bliss, blindly walking away
towards the hallway. Perhaps she simply needed some air. Either
way, Reggie seemed disinclined to care what was happening to the
lady. His real target was Malachi. Looking at the man, he
couldn't deny he was rather attractive. As much as he might have
enjoyed making a move on him at another time, now was not the
time. Unfortunately it would likely never be the time for such
an event to take place. Regardless, he could at least enjoy the
view.
"I am pleased you are enjoying the party so far." Reggie smiled.
"The entertainment is a bit dramatic for my tastes, but others
seem to be enjoying the show." He took a step closer to Malachi
and dropped his voice a fraction. "I do hope the dear lady is
feeling alright. Perhaps it is only the busy atmosphere that has
led to her sudden departure?" In all honesty, he didn't care at
all what had happened to the lady. She could have left the
grounds entirely and he wouldn't be bothered at all. The game of
conversation was simply one that he had played often enough. Get
someone talking, make them comfortable, they were likely to give
you anything. Of course, in this case, Reggie would be the one
doing the giving, not Malachi. Why his father insisted he be the
one to offer the family fortune to the man was beyond him but he
would not second guess his father. The man, though distant, was
also a genius.
"Luna's family and mine are well acquainted, you see." He
continued, his voice gaining its regular volume. "Luna and I had
met many times in our youth. She was always rather quiet but a
delightful girl all the same. What a fortunate circumstance that
she should be married to one of the candidates. How do you find
the race so far, so to speak?" He offered a smile at this.
Hopefully his words were laced with enough meaning that he
wouldn't have to be blunt about things. He fully intended to
have a private conversation with the man later but he thought to
let him enjoy some of the festivities first.
___________________________________
Aphera Evermore
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Company: Gabrielle Brighteye
A curious buzzing was beginning to creep into Aphera's mind. The
voices were still present but there was something else there as
well. Was there a wasp attacking a flower, perhaps? Another
insect? That would explain where the buzzing was coming from. It
only lasted a moment, enough to clear her head, and then it was
gone. She took three deep breaths, the cool air refreshing in
her lungs. There was a new sound now. More festive then the
murmurs she had heard before.
Lifting her gaze from the floor she scanned the room, her gaze
freezing in the center of the room. A performance? She had
considered joining a traveling troupe at one point. They had
need for a fortune teller and someone had said she would do
nicely for the job. Of course, she had refused. Lying was not
something she would permit herself to do. Her faith forbade
lying. These performers, however, were captivating. One woman
seemed to be made of swirling mist, another shone like crystal.
She found that she wanted to see more of this performance. After
all, performers couldn't be evil. It wasn't in their nature. She
leaned close to Gabrielle for a moment to whisper in her ear.
She didn't want to interrupt the conversation, of course, but
she needed her mistress to know she would be close. "If you need
me, call my name. I will not be far." With that she allowed her
feet to carry her to the edge of the group around the
performers, getting as close as she dared in order to watch the
performance.
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Re: CHPT 1.4 - The Banquet
By: guest2 Date: April 28, 2020, 5:14 pm
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[font=andale mono][Skipped Whitheres Servant Alycianna Whey de
Valcorw, Hydrus Luka de Whitheres]
[size=11pt][font=andale mono]Freida Vawne de Whitheres.
Location
Accompanying Hydrus Luka de Whitheres + Archibald Val Corona
([member=8]Endetrix[/member]), Meren Hasan
([member=8]Endetrix[/member])
[font=andale mono]
With continuing to idly examine the parchments laid upon her
from her dearest friend Archibald, she felt a nudge from her son
Hydrus who motioned over to the oncoming individual. A smile
stained her features as she rose and he approached with open
arms. Oh, how friendly he had always been. Archibald and
Alirius? Why, she almost expected Calliope to even stop by at
this point. Yet she had previously collaborated with them all to
allow them to buy out Selenlar Eilan. As such was their plan and
as such were they going to go through with it.
She set said parchment down before approaching her dear friend
and embracing him with both a friendly hug and butterfly kisses.
"Ah! If it isn't my dearest Alirius Val Corona!" She said before
initiating said embrace and butterfly kisses, "you age well, mon
ami." She playfully teased.
Her eyes trailed to the girl who followed behind him. Now who
was this? She gave off a strict and stern energy. Perhaps
monotonous if she could jest. Such the energy reminded her of
her late husband Nazereth. Oh, how boring he had gotten during
the end of his life-time. She approached the lady, holding her
head and chin up high to a reminder of her status.
"How who is this charming young woman?" She asked while
motioning over to her son, Hydrus, of whom was idly returning to
reading his book and not minding the conversation as was typical
of his demeanor. "You've brought a bodyguard? Do you believe
little old me would harm your tall self, hon?" She giggled,
"Clever man!"
Such behavior and humor was reflective of her time around
Calliope. It was never meant to offend but rather their friend
group always engaged in sarcastic comedy towards one another.
Why, they practically conditioned each other to this sense of
interaction; one that Freida thoroughly enjoyed with the man and
company. She did provide a scowl in the direction of her son,
however. Had he no manners? Then again, he obviously didn't even
care to be here. Regardless, she kept a pleasant facade. Perhaps
Alirius was going to size him up? Hydrus listened to authority
very well, yet Freida was in quite a delicate position. She
couldn't allow her pleasantry to slip.
--
[size=11pt]Luna Nova de Whitheres
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Nesyrn Zoya ([member=7]Amibubbles + Eir'Asa Aluanas
([member=4]Kimcora[/member]), Dimitri Tristin de Valcrow
([member=4]Kimcora[/member]).
She raised her palm and attempted once more to interact with
whatever constellation was being brought forth to her. Her
irises were once more vibrating.. rapidly dilating and the
latter. She could not touch or understand what was being said to
her. Then again it had been awhile since her last vision.
She heard echoes around her.. but whether or not they were of
illusion or reality, Luna did not care to question. Yes, she was
being approached by Eir and Nesyrn accompanied her. Yes, Dimitri
later arrived to escort Nesyrn away from Luna in attempts to
allow Eir and Luna the opportunity of lonesome, interpersonal
discussion.. but her mind was not on that right now. She idly
stepped forward again; her heel clacking silently under her
dress as she stepped closer into the broom closet.
"Es.. escape.." She finally was able to gather and silently
murmur. She tilted her head with her expression remaining
blank.. escape? What did this vision mean? What was this
constellation saying? She could also feel a familiar pulse from
elsewhere in the mansion. She did not understand what this
meant, either.. but it still felt familiar. She could not gather
at this very moment who was the one who felt so familiar, given
her mind was in shambles.
--
[size=11pt][color=SLATEBLUE]Melrose Meghan
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Asena Valda ([member=4]Kimcora[/member]) party,
Gabrielle Brighteye ([member=3]unknownmercury[/member]) party ->
N/A.
[size=11pt]Admittedly the boy was charming and handsome. But
Melrose was not attracted to the younger, more innocent looking
sort that oh-so delicately explained the boy, Bryer. As he was
about to answer his question, the boy stepped away to which
Melrose provided idle blinks.. then he had noticed Asena being
taken away from the mysterious man. He glanced once more to the
disturbing.. party that was left behind. They were all tending
to their own conversations, so Melrose decided to also step away
to his lonesome. On his way he made sure to pat the shoulder of
Elissac; a reminder that he was also paying attention to his
actions.
He once more examined the room. He noticed Lady Freida with her
son in the corner, and had an impulse to desire to speak to her
and her son. To attempt to gather more information on the
Whitheres. Such was the time to intermingle with strangers, and
Melrose was an adept in such the idle conversations. Such idle
conversations were what he craved. Information could carelessly
be shot out with those who've been seduced by the mannerism of
casualty.
He kept his arms crossed behind his back as he began to approach
yet noticed another.. a face he hadn't seen before. He decided
to listen to his words, however.. and once Freida
oh-so-delicately said his full name, Melrose provided a smile
underneath his mask then decided to idly snatch a nearby wine
glass from a tray being held from a servant.
Not that he was going to drink such. He didn't want to reveal
his face underneath his mask. He thought back, however, to the
boys' question. If only a non-Dweller could understand the
potential a placebo had on allowing one to examine their powers
and keep it in line. He did admit that at first it became
difficult to breath underneath the mask. Even the sweat that
initially formed under the mask bothered him.. yet eventually he
grew attuned to such the feat. After-all, it kept him from a
worse effect. It allowed him to shield his Malice.
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Re: CHPT 1.4 - The Banquet
By: Amibubbles Date: April 29, 2020, 11:37 pm
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Nesryn Zoya
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Lady Luna de Witheres (@Pyxie ) and Malachi
Hythian (@DolittleMax )
Nesryn relaxed only visibly relaxed as the Draconian approached,
she watched him carefully eyes not leaving him for a moment as
he approached her lady. When he got close enough to touch her,
Nesryn subtly stepped a little in front of her, steely gaze
settled on the male. If this man thought he could just come over
and-
Oh... he knew about her visions.
With a sudden moment of realisation she knew this to be the one
and only Eir'Asa her lady had spoke so little of. Thought the
man's voice was kind and gentle, inquiring into her health.
Nesryn relaxed a little more- that was until the shuffle of
steps was heard from behind and Nesryn's blade once more
presented itself. Instead of it being a threat presented to
Luna, the servant inquired after her.
"Trust them?" she said coolly, "Priests I have found... are some
of the people we should really keep an eye on." she said, fully
intending to remain by her side. However, when Nesryn glanced
over to Luna, the woman seemed to give a gesture that dismissed
her. Nesryn blinked in surprise.
Well... she could watch from where she was with this man...
She gave a terse exhale and moved, almost pushing past Dimitri
to stand a little way off. Not too close as to seem intrusive,
but within knife throwing distance. She stood there, distracted
for a moment until she realised the purpose of her moving away
was to 'have a conversation.' She looked to the male, eyeing him
in slight suspicion.
"Can I help you?"
-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`.,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,-`,
-`,-
Lei'daisa Oathkeeper
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Damon Roux ( @MindLabryinth ) Gabrielle Brighteyes
(@unknownmercury) Frieda DeWitheres ( @Pyxie )
Lei frowned and once more pressed into Gabrielle's mind, only to
find quiet. It seemed the woman had skills in sheilding herself.
"Lady Brighteyes~ Is there anything you'd like me to find?" she
spoke directly into the woman's mind once more. Again no answer,
so she decided to move and speak to her herself. She reached
out, taking hold of a womans arm. One lady Frieda, Lei
discovered with a brief flicker of her mind.
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Re: CHPT 1.4 - The Banquet
By: Kimcora Date: April 30, 2020, 4:49 pm
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Part 1:
Asena Valda
Location: Whetherford Estate Main Ballroom--> seating alcove in
the ballroom
Accompanying: Septimus Vianacelli and Gabrielle Bright Eye
([member=3]unknownmercury[/member]), Damien Malneux (@JLevitt),
and Damon Roux (@MindLabryinth)--> Damien Malneux
The performance was off to an awe-inspiring start, one that
caught Asena's eye despite her initial lack of interest. These
women caught her eye, appealing to her natural curiosity for
most things. Seeing this woman disappear, then cause the lights
to flicker out drew a smile to Asena. Hell, she almost
volunteered herself until the young boy she had seen speaking to
Melrose was chosen by a pale woman that commanded the room like
a professional. Asena wished to admire the performance a bit
longer, but her attention was drawn away by the distracted
question of Septimus.
Asena's eyes flitted over the man's face, checking for signs of
discomfort or anything strange. It wasn't like him to get
listless in conversation, not when Gabrielle seemed keen on
fighting with fiery words tonight. Her brows furrowed briefly,
lips pulling into a light frown of suspicion. However, she
thought better of asking him why he was distracted, since it
would be calling him out to a group of enemies.
Instead, she chose to diffuse the situation with Gabrielle and
Damien, whom were going to end up in a duel of harsh statements
by the end of the night. Possibly with one man ending up in a
pile of ash.
Gabrielle's statement about not holding Asena and Damien's
barbarianism against them made Asena chuckle a bit to herself.
She sure was doing a poor job of that, wasn't she? It took
everything in Asena's power not to call Gabrielle a heretical
sycophant, but that wouldn't be polite. Alessandrian's loved
their surface level pleasantries...
"Thank you for that ounce of consideration, Lady Brighteye. I
whole-heartedly agree you cannot paint all within a group with
the same brush. But you can hold all to an expectation and
standard of honor and integrity to prevent unnecessary
bloodshed, right? I hope to further convince you of that about
my prior allegiances tonight, perhaps over that candidate to
candidate conversation you mentioned? After the performances of
course..." Asena gave Gabrielle an inviting look, hoping the
woman could be civil or at least speak with Asena woman to
woman. She wanted to level with her, understand her, as she did
with most people. What made Gabrielle Brighteye the person she
was and what drove her to the decisions she made? That was the
goal of tonight anyways.
Her attention slipped back to the performance, trying her best
to appear smooth, calm, collected. She wore her confidence
plainly for all to see in the subtle raise of her chin, eyes set
unwaveringly ahead, and her posture eased but still poised. She
just hoped deep down that this meant the others would understand
she was not one to be pushed around or toyed with. Her patience
wasn't strong enough for that at the moment.
The boy had just made it to center stage when she heard a
familiar voice at her side. Asena's heart leapt into her throat
and she felt a flutter of excitement hit her middle, one she
hadn't felt in a long while. It took a lesson in self-discipline
to keep herself from turning to face him. His compliment sent a
thrill through her she knew was dangerous. She hadn't seen this
man in years and he was working with a political rival. A part
of her warned against this girlish care, but the stronger part
of her fell right back into the trust she had in Damon. It
didn't help that he got closer, as if to really drive home in
her mind that she couldn't ignore him even if she tried.
Asena's lips pulled into a smile, one she tried to hide behind
taking a sip from her glass. "Quirky is it? I found it
delightful having someone in my head, whispering to me about
information I thought was private." Her tone had an edge of
disapproval to it, eyes staying on the performance ahead of her.
Could he blame her after how intrusive that hexed harlot was?
Well, that wasn’t fair of her to think. She immediately
regretted thinking that way, even if her chest still ached at
the thought of him having interest in that woman. "Trust me, I
got your message. It was very hard to ignore. Not just because
it was projected into my mind, but because I...Well I..." Asena
felt her words failing her, mentally kicking herself for not
just saying 'yes' and moving on.
'I would drop this whole event entirely for a chance for us to
reconnect...Yeah...that would be smart to tell him in a room
full of people...' She mentally scolded herself, before her eyes
did flick to him.
"I see the messenger didn't relay my answer. Then again she did
seem awfully distracted by how handsome you look tonight." She
winced a little at how catty that sounded, realizing her
jealousy was leaking into her tone. He was here talking to her,
wasn't he? So she should stop being petty over a blind, hexed
woman.
Unable to help herself, she turned her head slight to face him,
a certain uncertainty there that she would only ever show
him…"Of course, I'll be there, Day. If you worried I wouldn't…”
She eased, a bit of humor alighting in her face as she looked to
the performance again. Torgar, she even felt a blush coming on.
“And thank you. For the compliment, I mean. A friend helped me
pick this out, but I feel almost like an imposter in it. Glad to
see it caught someone’s eye." She let the words come out without
pretense of the life she lived apart from him or subtle attempts
at flattery she had dawned to survive this night. All she was
being was herself with Damon, as she found she could.
Irritation flashed through her when Damien interrupted. Her eyes
burned with that emotion as she spared him a glance, her lips
drawn into a hard line. She couldn’t rightly argue, else she
risked admitting she was enjoy not talking with Damon. Maybe she
could lie and say her attention was on the act? No, Damien could
read her tells a bit too well for that. Best to not make a
scene…
“Excuse me. I’ll return shortly.” She gave Septimus, Gabrielle,
and Damon a curtsy as she left to go tend to what the cocky man
wanted. She half expected him to just fling childish insults at
her or perhaps gloat about his recent score in swindling Malachi
out of his money. Either way, Asena was wholly confused why
Damien seemed so keen on prodding her tonight. She felt they
left things amicably in Lytherwood, even if subsequently she had
heard rumors and details about his ventures after they worked
together that soured her opinions of him. He was a selfish man,
if not a narcissist. Then again, he didn’t pretend to be
anything else towards her. At least he owned it, even if now he
was trying to be smooth...
Oh how his smooth words turned so quickly mocking and
harsh...Had she actually gotten under his skin? Or maybe he was
simply done playing at being a friend? Either way, Asena wasn’t
about to let him abuse her or push her. She would just have
fewer witnesses to see her put him in his place.
Damien ran his mouth as he moved into her space. She could see
his ‘shattering’ noted how he seemed to almost not even note it.
Did he not care to hide it any longer? His taunting remarks
about missing her earned him a fake smile in return, almost
dismissive in nature despite how it irritated her.
He was pacing around her like he was cornering her, hoping to
intimidate her. Asena’s eyes followed him, maintaining eye
contact with him as long as she could with her posture straight
and chest out.
However, he got the first sign of discomfort when he revealed
his reason for pulling her aside. A bit of information? What
could he mean? Her expression fell slightly, eyes narrowing at
the man. Could he mean her relationship with Damon? Or perhaps
something against Asena herself? Either way, her jaw clenched
and there was a subtle heat beginning to build in her hand that
held her wine glass.
A shiver of disgust rolled through her when he leaned into her
space. She could smell the remnants of the champagne on his
breath and could hear his deviant enjoyment of the words that
poured out of his mouth like poison. Those words that made her
face alight with terror. She froze, rigid and motionless as her
brain emptied of all thought. Panic surged through her as she
was snatched back into a very dark place, a place she dared not
acknowledge after Aunt Mariam pulled her from it.
Asena had been a hurt, scared, and lonely child who just lost
her parents when she made that terrible decision. The people she
thought she could trust had fed that anger in her, stoked her
rage and manipulated it for their purposes. She went along
willingly because they offered her shelter, revenge, and a
chance at those dreams of being a warrior. For all the wrong
reasons of course but what child would see that?
And he had the audacity to tease and mock her for it. For a
horrid, stupid decision that scarred her for life, Damien could
only grin and act like this was come kind of game to him. All
that hurt and terror began to fester in her, to the point
intense disgust and wrath began to take its place.
“Are you proud of yourself?” Asena stated, tone low and stance
widening in aggression as if welcoming confrontation. She dared
this man to swing, to try her. She would ruin him...
“Can you honestly tell me that all of the wicked and vile sh*t
you put out into this universe somehow feeds that empty little
place in your chest?” A scoff came from her, jabbing a finger at
him but getting angrier that he was just out of her reach.
“Have you ever had someone you loved more dearly in the world
ripped from you? All by one person who took one look at their
lives and decided saving coin was more important than your loved
ones’ existence?” In her mind’s eye she was brought back to the
mouth of the mines, calling out desperately in the early
mornings and late nights for her missing parents to come back to
her. Even if deep down she knew no one could have survived that
collapse and if they did they would die slowly and painfully of
starvation, thirst, or lack of air...Her anger began to build,
the wine her glass bubbling as it was boiled in her hands.
A callous chuckle came from Asena, her eyes burning into Damien
from where she stood glaring at him. Why would she try to appeal
to his humanity when he had none?
“What am I asking, that would require you to give a hell about
someone other than yourself. Oh silly me, you don’t even care
about yourself.” She hissed, the wine now starting to steam away
as the glass began cracking.
"No, Damien, you are not a self serving prick because you're a
narcissist. Well not just...I think you hate yourself more than
anyone else in this room ever could. In fact, I think you are
scared of that power you wield and know it controls you.” The
glass burst, drawing eyes in the room but Asena didn’t regard
the eyes or the way the wine sizzled on her flesh. She wasn’t
even minding that she was scorching the nice marble floors with
the soles of her heels as she stalked towards him.
“You say the world is corrupt and others aren’t worthy of trust.
When it’s you who is too weak to be remotely worthy of having
faith in. You put on these masks and cut others down because
inside you’re broken and forced to live with that monster you
created out of your own choices. You always make these comments
about decisions...” Asena notes that her vision was becoming
hazy as heat began to radiate off her in visible waves, her hair
catching first as her face was wreathed in roiling, angry
flames. She could smell the smoke and her eyes turned a vivid,
glowing red. Damien had won his little mind game. Asena had
snapped. And she was going to give him his reward.
”And I’m making a choice now Damien. You’re better off a pile of
ash yourself you arrogant, bitter, backbiting, insignificant
excuse for a Humana!” The rage building in Asena came to
crescendo as the kindling of being prodded and insulted all
night, being forced into defending herself at the mercy of a
group of terrible human beings, and her traumatic memories of
home. The area around her became unbearably hot as the seat
nearest Damien burst into flames. Before she could realize what
was happening, flames began to catch in her left hand, crawling
up the arm and burning away the fabric there. Behind was left
white hot flames, skin blackening from soot and ash gathering as
she lost herself to her rage and Magis.
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Eir’Asa Aluanas
Location: Whetherford Mansion, Hallway infront of broom closet
(that may or may not be used for a make-out session at some
point jk jk)
Company: Luna du Whitheres ([member=2]Pyxie[/member]), Nesryn
Zoya (@DolittleAmi)-->Luna du Whitheres
([member=2]Pyxie[/member])
Eir felt his nerve returning to him the moment that Nesryn began
to calm. He could see it in the release of tension from her arm
on her blade and the way her eyes lost that critical edge. She
was still watching him, but not with intent to immediately off
him as a threat. ’Right Eir...You’ve got this...Just talk to
Luna…’ The pep talk was doing little to help him, but it was
there.
He had spent too much time sitting on these feeling like a
coward. Not because of choice because of situation. Here, now,
he had a chance to speak to her honestly. Eir was not a coward
and he wouldn’t allow this moment to pass...
However, what did his nerve matter when the moment was never
right? Honestly, just one glance at Luna gave away that she
hadn’t even noticed him there. Instead she was lost in her
vision. Looking so desperate, worried, lost. It killed him to
see her like this and he wanted to help. Although, he didn’t
know what would help or what he could do, he wanted to try.
In away, his own feelings were selfish at the moment. He should
have been concerned about Luna and not his feelings. They could
always talk later after she didn’t feel so lost and distracted.
He lost interest in the conversation between Nesryn and Dimitri
and instead went over to her. A tender hand caught her arm,
trying to pull her back to reality. “Escape? Do you want to
leave, Luna? Tell me what you’re seeing and let me help, my
love. Anything you need, we can figure it out.” He requested,
before his mind started going elsewhere, not even realizing he
spared her an affectionate title. Was she escaping this event or
someone in particular? Malachi perhaps? Anger burned in his gut
at the mere idea that he may be doing something to harm
Luna...But he didn’t know for sure and he couldn’t just assume
when she wasn’t talking to him about it. Was it any of his
business? No...It wasn’t...But would he let her be harmed or
abused? Absolutely not.
"Just say the word and I can help get you out of here...Whatever
you want or need, Luna. All you have to do is ask." Eir said
softly to her, wanting to be of that help, even if he might have
been overstepping his boundaries. He just couldn't help himself
when it came to her. Maybe she didn't love him, maybe she didn't
even think of him at all. Perhaps he was insignificant in her
world, nothing more than a particle in her constellations. Did
that truly matter to him? Yes, it hurt to think the person you
loved had no idea you even existed and it felt like a hot white
spike was wedged further into his heart every time he heard
about her and Malachi. But could it stop him from loving her?
Hell, he tried...every day he was apart from her he tried. He
tried his d*mndest to just forget these feelings and leave her
be. However, he couldn't move on till he told her and if she
rejected him, he would bow out and walk away. He wouldn't harass
or ever want to cause her harm or grief...
When he got no response, Eir felt his heart hammering in his
chest. Talking to her wasn't working...She wasn't listening.
Maybe she was stuck in this vision? He felt a decision weighing
on him on whether to act or whether to ignore the impulse that
struck him. Maybe a good way to schok her out of this state was
something equally shocking and stimulating. A slap? A hug? A
confession? A... He paused, face turning red at the idea. No no
no...He couldn't do that. He would offend her or worse that was
harassment. Well...Part of him felt it was a good idea....
He cleared his throat, wanting to try words before resulting to
something physical. He fidgetted with his sleeve, eyes averting
to the floor as he tried to find the right way to begin.
"Luna...I--Well you see--The thing is--" He took in a steadying
breath, Bryer's words in the back of his head. This was his only
chance and Eir had to tell her. "Luna, I know this is out of
left field for you. But I've been sitting on these feelings a
while and I need to tell you." He took her cheek, trying to get
her to focus on him and not whatever constellation she was lost
in. "I need to tell you that I love you...and maybe you're not
in love with me or don't even know I exist but...I just want you
to know that before you have to go back to that prick Malachi.
Before you're out of my life again and I'm left wondering what
it would be like if it was me that had your hand and not him.
It's selfish and maybe wrong of me to put this on you now, but I
need to know if you could ever feel the same way about me or if
I need to stop hoping that you ever could...Please Luna, just
say something..." He saw she still looked distant and far off as
the dam broke and his words came flooding out. Everything he had
been keeping in, well within reason, all out there in the open.
He was vulnerable, nervous, and frankly a bit frustrated when he
didn't get a response from her. She was looking at him, but
somewhere so far away he felt like nothing he said could ever
reach her. But maybe something else could. Ignoring his better
reason, his doubt, his fear, and logic, Eir captured her lips in
a quick, soft kiss. The contact felt like an incredible relief
to him, something he had been dying to do since they were
separated those years ago. Now that it was done, he felt
hesitant but somewhat fulfilled. He pulled away just as quickly
from the chaste kiss, putting some space between them even if he
still kept hold of her. It was a loose grip on her arm, in case
the visions made her faint again. Eir kept watch over her
expression, mentally freaking out that he had just let himself
do that, but what was done was done. She was either going to
slap him and hate him, run away and let Nesryn gut him, or she
might...No he wasn't going to hope for that...
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Re: CHPT 1.4 - The Banquet
By: Kimcora Date: April 30, 2020, 6:24 pm
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Part 2:
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Dimitri Valcrow
Location: Whetherford Mansion, Hallway
Accompanying:Luna du Whitheres ([member=2]Pyxie[/member]),
Nesryn Zoya (@DolittleAmi)-->Luna du Whitheres
([member=2]Pyxie[/member])
Dimitri noted Luna was off in her own little world, as was
normal when it came to her. It was what made her Luna after all.
He understood Nesryn wanting to stay close and didn't go far.
After all, Eir was still a man, alone with a married woman. Even
if the husband was on Dimitri's sh*t list eternally. He wasn't
good enough for Luna...He had the sense that Nesryn agreed by
the glances she spared the man when he spoke or the way she
seemed so tense around him. Then again, when wasn't the
Elviyenne woman not primed for trouble? It was part of the
reason he found her attractive. Those stunning eyes saw
everything and had a wicked way of piercing someone with this
stare that spelled knowledge and power of how to be rid of you
quickly and effectively. Deadly and beautiful...
Her terse, almost hesitant question made the man smile, a
genuine smile he only spared few people. "Help me? No I think
you putting up with me is to help Luna. I'm sure you already
picked up on the fact I called you away so they could talk. You
were unnerving the drake. Sadly, not everyone appreciates your
attention the way I do." He told her, stating his opinion
completely. If she didn't like it, then he was very sure she
would make that abundantly clear. He welcomed it since he found
the quiet woman must have been so much deeper than her outwardly
straight-laced appearance. "As much as I agree, keep an eye on
Luna, the former priest is not a harm to her. If he is, and I am
wrong. Feel free to cut him down for it. Anyone that would seek
to harm someone that innocent deserves it." He said since he
viewed Luna as someone who needed protection as it was obvious
she hadn't been taught nor equipped to do it herself.
"I felt it only right to give Luna some reprieve from the dull
conversation of her husband. Even if she doesn't complain, it's
easy to see she isn't happy with the man. Just complacent...It
saddens me she is reduced to being a caged bird. Pretty to look
at, but wings clipped and song silenced to keep her contained."
His shoulders rose in a brief shrug as he watched Luna walk
aimlessly in search of something only she could see. It was a
pity honestly that she was never given the opportunity to fly...
He then passed a pleased look to Nesryn since he had her
undivided attention, which didn't happen often. "Also, if they
were going to talk, I thought you might appreciate a little
company. We've worked together a while Nesryn and yet I find
you're still a mystery. It's a shame really even if I'm sure
that's your intention." His eyes then glanced, only briefly, at
her person. "You look stunning by the way, you should be
allowed to relax a second and enjoy the festivities. It isn't
everyday an election is afoot. Also...I came bearing news of a
particular slime ball trying to use a connection with Luna to
secure an alliance with her husband. He's tricky, good at
putting on faces, and licks his lips too much...I think the
Whetherford's are up to something..." Dimitri told Nesryn, since
she was in charge of Luna's protection. She needed to be
included in the loop...
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Re: CHPT 1.4 - The Banquet
By: DolittleMax Date: April 30, 2020, 9:37 pm
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Damon Roux
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanied: Asena Valda, ([member=4]Kimcora[/member])Gabrielle
Brighteye and Septimuls Vianacelli
([member=3]unknownmercury[/member]), Damien Malneux (@JLevitt),
Alycianna Whey de Valcrow, Melrose Mehgan
([member=2]Pyxie[/member]), Lei'daisa Oathkeeper (@DolittleAmi)
Damon kept his excitement to be speaking with her buried below
his cool expression, though trying his best to convey his real
emotion in his words. There was nothing he wanted more right now
than to pull her into his arms and get them out of this place.
Long term goal, Damon. Long term goal. That's what had become
his mantra over the years of their separation. When loneliness
seemed almost too much to bear, or the casual offer of an affair
made him wonder or when he had to find himself back in the
Flames of Embra. It was this mantra that kept him true, reminded
him of how much he really loved Asena. He nearly winced as Asena
mentioned just how intrusive Lei could be, but relaxed at the
humour he heard in her voice. It seemed she wasn't to angry with
him. When she stumbled over her words, he felt his poor little
lonely heart swell with that familiar emotion once more and had
to restrain the glee from seeping into his expression.
At the annoyed and seemingly jealous mention of Lei, Damon's
nose wrinkled in disgust, an emotion which surely tainted his
next words.
"She needs to learnt to keep her hands and her words to herself.
People aren't toys..."
At her mention of having a friend pick out the dress, he allowed
himself just one cheeky comment, humming it quietly as the
action continued in the show.
"I have to say I approve of her choice as well. I think it suits
you, the real Asena."
With no small pang of disappointment, he let her leave. He
couldn't have anyone cluing onto his real intentions too
quickly. So he remained, sorely alone again, watching the young
lad from his party be brought up on stage.
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Aidene Lars
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanied: Desdemona ([member=3]unknownmercury[/member])
Sh*t- Sh*t- Sh*t-
"Farren is going to have my a*s handed to me on a golden fu*king
platter-"
Aidene quickly moved through the eaves of the mansion, swinging
down through a vent in a hallway- much to the distress of some
servants nearby. Her Quills training had clicked on, eyes
flicking left to right for enemies as her feet moved with and
almost supernatural speed and swiftness. She needed to reach the
hostile before the woman created a fiasco. With a sudden spark
of an idea, she turned a few sudden corners that would put her
ahead.
Now, Aidene was standing in the hallway, knives drawn and her
heart pounding while he stomach began to do flips again.
"Gods... what have I eaten?" she muttered as she waited for the
circus member to reach her "A better question... when was my
last cycle?" she said, worry now seeping into her mind as she
did a few quick calculations. Her eyes widened in realisation
before narrowing in anger.
"That bast*rd Elissiac got me pregnant!" she hissed, eyes
finally spotting the circus assassin. Aidene drew her blades,
hands beginning to heat the blades to a hot glow.
"Now- to deal with these clowns."
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Bryer Rose MacLeane
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanied: Asena Valda, ([member=4]Kimcora[/member])Gabrielle
Brighteye and Septimuls Vianacelli
([member=3]unknownmercury[/member]), Damien Malneux (@JLevitt),
Alycianna Whey de Valcrow, Melrose Mehgan
([member=2]Pyxie[/member]), Lei'daisa Oathkeeper (@DolittleAmi)
Bryer blinked in surprise as he was suddenly sought out from
among the crowd. With a cautious glance toward where Eir had
disappeared before flashing a smile to hide his unease. He moved
and stood where he was told, going along with 'checking' to make
sure the witch-doctor looking woman had no tricks up her
sleeves. He was made to sit on a stool and look out at the crowd
as the woman moved to dangle a pendulum and for a moment, Bryer
grew weary. Though, the sudden spark and ignition of flame just
behind the audience snapped him out of it and his eyes widened.
Standing, Bryer shoved past the illusionist and began to push
through the crowd, eyes already clouding with dark whorls of his
power. The fire needed oxygen to live, so what could Bryer do?
Deprive her of it.
One hand flung out toward the chair that was alight and snuffed
it out quickly, the other hand he stretched out, beginning to
extend a 'bubble' of oxygen less air around the suddenly
enflamed woman. He struggled at first, having not expected such
resistance, but soon he let more of his power cover her, pulling
air from her lungs- not enough to choke but just to wind her-
and smothering her flames. He stood a little way back, not
wanting to be too conspicuous, but close enough that the
fighting pair could hear his seemingly calm words.
"What in the hell is going on here?"
The crowd had moved from the real performance to this little
side-show mess. Asena had snapped and attacked someone, at the
banquet where she was trying to gain voters no less!
With one last wave of his power, Asena seemed to have been put
out, both physically and emotionally. Someone pushed through the
crowd and was standing just behind Bryer, when the younger male
looked up, he spotted the man from his party Damon, looking at
the other candidate in worry.
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Sumara
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanied: Asena Valda, ([member=4]Kimcora[/member])Gabrielle
Brighteye and Septimuls Vianacelli
([member=3]unknownmercury[/member]), Damien Malneux (@JLevitt),
Alycianna Whey de Valcrow, Melrose Mehgan
([member=2]Pyxie[/member]), Lei'daisa Oathkeeper (@DolittleAmi)
Sumara gave a casual shrug as her subject pushed past her. With
a nonchalant glance over her shoulder, she summised that she no
longer needed to be the distraction anymore. These snakes had
started to fight among themselves. All the more better for
Sumara who could now secretly slip out of the banquet hall and
into the dark area where there were fewer people; she was now
headed to help Diandra actually acquire the woman they were here
for. Swift steps wove her through the halls and she spotted a
woman and Diandra trading blows.
"Ah well, looks as though I'll be taking the lady myself."
She looked over to Luna who was currently in the company of a
Draconian male- no trouble at all. Much to her amusement, a
blade- sent from the Elvi woman -knicked her cheek and when
Sumara threw down her smoke bomb quickly, concealing herself and
Luna from the drake and the Eliv woman. Though, it had caught
her eye that perhaps throwing the flash-powder down next to a
very old looking curtain wasn't a good idea.
Ah... to hell with it. Let the place burn.
Sumara put a hand to her cheek, feeling the blood now welling up
there. The sting thrilled the woman and gave her the motivation
needed to completely 'disappear' really taking a secret route.
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Malachi Gelanthius
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Asena Valda, ([member=4]Kimcora[/member])Gabrielle
Brighteye and Septimuls Vianacelli
([member=3]unknownmercury[/member]), Damien Malneux (@JLevitt),
Alycianna Whey de Valcrow, Melrose Mehgan
([member=2]Pyxie[/member]), Lei'daisa Oathkeeper (@DolittleAmi)
Malachi paled a little when he heard the shattering of a glass
behind the crowd watching the performance and his attention was
removed from the Whetheres man to the boy on stage whose eyes
widened as he fled from the stage. Turning, Malachi spotted Miss
Valda in flames. Ah Damien. Much better. See? Now it's her
temper not your smartas*sery that shows through and therefore,
no attachment to me in the event. He cleared his throat and let
his confident gait carry him through the crowd to stand where
Asena seemed to be choking.
"Candidate Valda. You would do well to restrain your temper. How
can you lead any one if you cannot lead your own emotions."
He looked to Damien, "Now, that's enough. Stand down."
Malachi let that sh*t eating smirk settle on his expression,
quite pleased with how things turned out until-
"Lord Hythian!"
The assassin woman was moving toward him, skirt having been
tucked away into her stockings to reveal the leg up to the hip.
This also revealed the alarming number of weapons and blades she
had strapped there, two of which were in either hand.
Luna-
"It's Luna-"
"Where is she? What's happened?" he started to follow the woman,
sword now drawn as he pushed out into the hallway outside the
banquet hall. He sensed that Eir's young lapdog followed after
them also. With a snarl of sudden thought-
"Eir'Asa. You will die for this- Where is my wife?!" but
Malachi's anger shifted to confusion as he made eye-contact with
the also confused drake.
Nesryn stepped in, "She was kidnapped. I should have had her
by-"
Malachi cut the woman off, straining his Elvi senses to try and
maintain where the culprits were. Footsteps from the hall and
Malachi held his sword at the ready, raised at the shadowy
figure moving through the darkness. A woman staggered out, leg
seemingly having been burnt and injured pretty badly, her mouth
bleeding.
"Where is she-"
"Aidene you better have a f*cking good explanation for this-"
Farren stormed toward the woman, taking no heed that she was
injured. Rearing a hand back, his back handed her before shoving
past into the gloom of the hall, blades suddenly in his hands as
he stormed off.
Malachi stood there, anger roiling with confusion.
"Could someone please tell me- WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"
But even as he spoke, the smell of smoke drew his attention to
the quickly flaring fire now eating up the curtain.
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Re: CHPT 1.4 - The Banquet
By: Endetrix Date: May 2, 2020, 4:46 pm
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Alirius Val Corona
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Meren Hasan, Freida Vawnes de Whitheres (@Pyxie),
Hydrus Luka de Whitheres (@Pyxie)
Alirius reciprocated Freida's friendly embrace, taking note of
the sarcastic humor she was so fond of, particularly about him
aging well. "Well, thank you! You don't look a day over 30
yourself, my dear. As for the young lady behind me, I assure you
she is no mere bodyguard, oh no! This is Meren Hasan, my second
in command for the Magis Suppression Unit of the Magistratum
Research Foundation." Alirius said, stepping to the side, and
gesturing towards Meren. Suddenly Airius felt some apprehension
in his gut. Something nearby was going very wrong. It was then
that he started to smell the smoke and heard people fleeing and
screaming about a fire. "Well, my dear Freida, it seems there
is a bit of a ruckus about. Something of a fire. Perhaps we
should make our way outside and continue our discussion there?"
He said to Freida with a smile, before turning to speak to Meren
"In the meantime, Meren, would you be so kind as to take the
parcel and deliver it to our buyer? He's a Dweller, usually
shirtless....I'd wager you'd find him over at the banquet table
eating copious amounts of food. Regardless, he's kind of hard to
miss."
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Meren Hasan
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Alirius Val Corona, Freida Vawnes de Whitheres,
Hydrus Luka de Whitheres
Meren was a little nervous as the woman took notice of her.
Normally she tried to stay out of the spotlight, and simply do
her duty, so it was a little tumultuous to be suddenly shoved
into notice. Alirius' introduction of her didn't really help
much, instead making her blush. She was glad that he was so
confident in her. The tone changed drastically once Alirius took
notice of the commotion that began around them.
After her master asked her to go find the buyer, Meren felt
rather conflicted; She wanted to say yes, because it was what
Alirius had asked of her, but she also didn't want to leave his
side, as she felt it was her duty to protect him...not that he
really needed her protection. Alas, in the end she decided she
would better serve Alirius by finding the Dweller and delivering
the parcel. "As you wish, Alirius. I will find him as you have
requested." Meren turned on her heel and began to wade through
the panicked crowd in search of her quarry.
Meren found the man she was searching for almost exactly where
Alirius surmised he may be. He was sitting in a chair, slightly
askew of the table, with a whole platter of chicken resting in
his lap. "Are you Elissac?"
The Dweller looked up at her with a chicken leg still clenched
between his teeth and nodded "Alirius sent me to deliver a
package to you." she said, holding up a small leatherbound
briefcase.
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Shimmer Caesori
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Corentin Desdemona (@Marquise)
As the crowd began to panic and shout, and the smell of smoke
filled the air, Shimmer realized two things. Firstly, that
Sumara was no longer there and secondly, that all hell had just
broken loose. She wasn't sure if they had been exposed, but that
didn't really matter now. Thinking quickly, she reached out and
grabbed a noblewoman by the arm as she passed. Well, she's not
on Corentin's list of people I shouldn't kill, so... Shimmer
pulled the woman closer to her, wrapping her free hand around
the woman's neck, and began siphoning energy from her. After a
few moments, she released her grip and the noblewoman fell to
the floor with a thud, silent as could be. Shimmer now had all
the energy she needed to deal with the current situation.
Making her way to Corentin's side, she said "Things are getting
hectic. Unless you fancy dying tonight, we should probably get
out of here." She grabbed Corentin by the arm and dragged him
to the corner of the room where it was darkest before using her
Magis to darken the area around them. This would help conceal
them on their way out. Together the two began to head for the
door, and eventually their rendezvous point. "I don't know
what's going on, but hopefully Sumara can help deal with
whatever it is...assuming she isn't the one who caused it."
#Post#: 749--------------------------------------------------
Re: CHPT 1.4 - The Banquet
By: Elissac Date: May 4, 2020, 1:15 am
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Elissac
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Meren Hasan[@endetrix]
Elissac stared at her blankly for a second before noticing
the briefcase , when he realized what is was he pulled the leg
out of his mouth "[color=white] oh f*ck yes" he says snatching
the briefcase out of her hand with his free hand. He threw the
leg on the table haphazardly and quickly opened the briefcase
revealing two tungsten carbide van bracers tinted black , one of
them had a tiny needle protruding for the from the inner part of
it ,and the second one seem to latch into the other allowing the
needle to stab him and slide when the two are connected. He
quickly put them on slightly cutting himself as he did so " the
sharp , good" he stated with a grin.
" thanks lady , now tell him the cheese wheel was good ,he
will understand " he says making a reference to their first
encounter . Elissac grabbed the leg as spoke the words and
started biting into it. His attention going about to stuffing
his face . The shirtless man getting looks as he sloppy chews
the meat in his moouth.
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Corentin Desdemona
Location: Wetherford Manison ballroom
Accompanying: Shimmer Caesori [@Endetrix]
Corentin stops in his tracks after hearing the commotion of
Asena and someone he wasn't familiar with " [color=yellow] well
f*ck" he thinking to himself realizing that approaching her was
no longer a good idea. He then changed his focus back to Frieda
but she was engaged with a familiar face, it was Alirius " and
that is one person who notice I would rather not earn right now"
he states to himself with cringe to his voice , he kicking the
air in frustration afterwards.
As Corentin is being dragged by Shimmer , he throws his jester
mask off revealing a second mask only covering the bottom half
of his face , then the hat revealing medium length black curly
hair. His emerald green eyes narrowing as he is dragged " WHY
CAN'T I EVER HAVE MY FUN " he says in a tone of disappointment
not resisting her.
As she hides them Corentin's face goes from disappointment to
confusion " so why is the building on fire ? he asks her as if
the situation wasn't that dire.
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