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The Banquet (ISR archived Posts)--DON'T POST HERE
By: Kimcora Date: April 11, 2020, 10:46 pm
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Archibald Whetherford
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Freida Vawne de Whitheres
([member=2]Pyxie[/member]), Whitheres Servant Alycianna
([member=2]Pyxie[/member])
Archibald looked around the banquet hall with satisfaction.
Everything was exactly as it was supposed to be. From the
decorations to the displays of food to the elegant fountains of
different beverages planted around the room. It all looked
perfect. Well...mostly perfect. His idiot of a son had decided
to dress in a rather gaudy suit with glittery filaments coursing
through the collar and cuffs. In short, he looked like an
absolute imbecile, leaning against a wall with a glass of wine
in his hand as he was. The older man sighed, running a hand over
his face. He should have kept that **** of a wife around longer
to bear him more heirs. Anyone would be more useful to him then
this blubbering idiot. Of course Reginald did have his uses. He
had managed to accelerate his drug empire almost overnight with
the amount of partying he did. Not to mention, with his
proclivity towards social gatherings he had secured himself his
own ring of sellers and dealers to help facilitate the family
business. If Archie were being completely honest with himself,
his son did have talent when it came to the family trade. Both
in business and in manufacturing produce.
"Reggie!" Archibald shouted over towards the boy who jumped
about a foot in the air at the sound of his name. So he wasn't
drunk yet...good. "Come here at once." Without a seconds
hesitation Reggie came quickly across the room in order to stand
by his father's side, eyes downcast in an almost reverent way.
Maybe the boy wouldn't be completely useless tonight. Lowering
his voice, Archie put a hand on his son's shoulder and spoke to
him quietly. "Everything must be perfect tonight. If you screw
any of this up for me, boy, I'll skin you alive." Reggie
swallowed audibly at the threat and Archie smiled. "However, I
feel as though you may be very useful to me. Remember all I told
you earlier?" Reggie nodded quickly. "Good boy. For ****'s sake,
don't screw any of this up." He let go of the boy's shoulder and
smiled, watching as he practically scurried across the room once
more.
With a slight chuckle, Archibald turned his head around the room
and walked genially towards the only person he truly trusted in
this entire event. His smile was sincere as he approached her,
picking up two glasses from a nearby table as he walked.
"Frieda, my dear, it is wonderful to see you." He smiled,
holding one of the glasses out for her with a friendly wink.
"It's been too long, I'm afraid. Too long indeed. I have heard
that some exciting things have been happening for you and
yours?" He tilted his head in interest as he looked at the
woman. Small talk was always essential before discussing any
sort of business and they were both keenly aware of that. She
was beautiful, no denying that, but that wasn't what he liked
about her. If nothing else she had a sharp mind, honed to be
adept at almost any situation. If he were to have any allies in
this crazy mess of a world, she would be his first pick.
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Reginald Mercy Whetherford
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: N/A
Reggie sighed, downing the rest of his drink, setting the glass
down none too gently to grab another one from a nearby table.
How dare his father assume he would mess anything up. Not to
mention, calling him across the room like that. How embarrassing
could this evening get? He sighed again, looking down into the
red liquid within his cup. Perhaps something a bit stronger was
in order to make this evening more...enjoyable. With a practiced
ease he retrieved a small vial of liquid from inside his sleeve
and dropped three drops into the cup. That would do for now, at
least. He took another long drink and sighed, his body
immediately feeling the affects of the drug he, and not his
father, had invented. It did little more than enhance physical
sensation but the affects were almost immediate and it felt so
good when it kicked in. Even the silk undershirt he was wearing
felt more sensual now with it running through his system. He had
dressed for the occasion and, although he had some political
games yet to play, he wanted the end of the night to end up
being...enjoyable.
He scanned the room, taking in the faces currently scattered
around. As far as he could tell everyone here was some form of
beautiful. All of them men were dashing, all the women divine,
it was like he had stumbled into a toy shop made just for him.
He licked his lips as he spotted one particular beauty through
the crowd, Alycia he thought her name was. She wasn't the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen but she did hold a certain
charm about her he couldn't quite place. Maybe, given his good
looks and stature, he might be able to swoon her by the end of
the night. For now, however, more alcohol was needed before he
could make any proper decisions. He sighed again as he took
another large swig from his glass, more of the drug taking
affect in his system. This may well prove a night to remember.
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Freida Vawne de Whitheres
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Archibald Whetherford
([member=6]MISSimissyou[/member]) and Whitheres Servant
Alycianna.
"Lady Freida?" Alycia's voice echoed as the growing numbers of
individuals begun to arrive and flood the Whetherford mansion.
They were an interesting bunch, of which Freida had respected
the patron Archibald Whetherford but they both shared an odd
distaste for their own children. Ironically the two had their
own issues whenever it came to bearing children, and oddly
Freida could empathize with the male on this.
She shook her head and glanced to the dashing young woman in her
servant uniform.. Alycianna. She was a younger, albeit late
twenties, girl who typically followed Freida around.
Initially she had dubbed her a pest, but grew to respect the
young woman given how eager she had proven to be in pleasing
Freida. She could tell there was secondary motivation from the
young woman, but she knew her fingers were dipped in enough
organizations to calm any fires that may erupt.
She audibly sighed while examining the current party-goers. None
of significant interest, of-course, as of yet. But she was
thoroughly aware that the main dishes had yet to arrive. She
waved Alyicanna off who had signaled the coming of Archibald in
her direction; to which she stayed close to her lady.
She noticed her old friend heading in her direction, to which
she met his glance with a smile on her face.
"Ah, my dearest Archibald." She returned his endearing greeting,
gladly accepting the glass of wine he decided to gift to the
woman. She crossed her arms, while one arm idly swished the
alcoholic liquid around in her cup as she spoke. "Ah, yes. My
dearest Nazereth is no longer with us.. yet it is as we have
predicted that our daughter Luna will be the first to wed off to
fortune." She teased, subtly bobbing her head and inflecting her
voice at the last of that statement though she actually was
quite chipper at the thought.
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Whitheres Servant Alycianna Whey de Valcrow
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Archibald Whetherford
([member=6]MISSimissyou[/member]) and Freida Vawne de Whitheres
For the most part, the Whetherford mansion was still desolate.
There were to be more arriving significant figures and a speech
to be made to address all of the candidates. All pish-posh that
Alycianna didn't necessarily care for. Her eyes skimmed the
room, however; and she did not see her brother, yet. A smirk
sneaked across her features as her eyes returned to Lady
Freida's features. She had noticed her dozing off.. probably
pondering once more or lost in her train of thought. Typically
she shrugged this behavior off.
But what she could not shrug off was noticing the host of this
party, Sir Archibald Whetherford, walking in her direction. She
glimpsed in the direction of his son (of whom she did not know
the name of) and noticed him licking his lips. I'll have to try
what he's having.. She scoffed to herself before facing Freida.
"Lady Freida?" Her voice echoes as the growing numbers of
individuals continued to arrive and flood the Whetherford
mansion.
Lady Freida shortly after waved her off, signalling she
understood Alycianna. This was also, as far as Alycia understood
this, her charming way of thanking the girl. She was but a
servant and could not show too much piety to the girl.. even if
Alycianna had plans to not stay a Whitheres Servant and only use
the Whitheres lineage for information.
She had noticed Hydrus also aloof in his own corner. He
typically stuck to his lonesome and at times may have engaged in
chitter-chatter with others who was familiar with; especially
those he had respected within the Truce Knights.
She skimmed the room once more before facing Lady Freida and Sir
Archibald. The two seemed so friendly with one another.. and
Alycianna did find Sir Archibald to be.. kind of attractive.
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Hydrus Luka de Whitheres
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Himself
Another event.. another bore.. same old, same old. Hydrus huffed
and crossed his arms on the way to the event with his mother. He
mostly kept to himself and did not pay attention to the
ramblings provided by both Freida and her personal servant,
Alycianna. Freida would attempt to scold Hydrus, but he scarcely
indulged her with a response.
He typically would appear at these events as head of security
and to ensure the event goes as smoothly as it could. Hydrus was
not in charge this time around, and considering he was a young
eligible bachelor; Freida did want him to eventually catch an
eye for some woman.
Though what she didn't know is that Hydrus was largely asexual
in nature. Man or woman, he couldn't give a care in Liphilius to
determine who he wanted to mate. He didn't enjoy the Whitheres
lineage and was merely stuck living under the same roof until he
gathered enough coin to purchase his own Estate. But, work has
been slow has of late under the Truce Knights.. perhaps more
work was to appear?
Regardless, once they entered into the Whetherford Estate,
Hydrus gave the usual greetings and courteous bows to whomever
it befitted including Reggie and his father, Archibald. He was
indifferent to it all, and found his nestled corner to read his
book and keep an eye on the room.. as had become almost
second-nature given his conditioning under knight-hood.
His hands gripped the nearest chair and he hoisted it up in the
air before finding his own little corner to nestle in. He say
and crossed one leg over his other knee.. for now he would cross
his arms and sip on wine just to observe not only other
onlookers but those who joined the festivity. Surely there were
more guests to be had. Royal, noble, or servant alike.. he
wanted to at least achieve a glimpse of all he could. Again, by
force of habit.
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By: Kimcora Date: April 11, 2020, 10:47 pm
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Nesryn Zoya
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Lady Luna de Witheres ([member=2]Pyxie[/member] )
and Malachi Hythian (@MindLabryinth )
Nesryn kept her chin up and her expression placid as she walked
beside Lady Luna, just behind her following her and her husband
to be. To the untrained eye, she was just a lady-in-waiting,
standing there with a calm look on her pretty face and green
silk dress. Ah, but Nesryn was no twittery woman of the court
and beneath her gown, in her corset, strapped to her thigh and
in her shoes she was armed to the teeth with an assortment of
blades and tools of battle. Her gait gave away none of the extra
weight she carried and her step didn't falter nor did her eyes
stop scanning the room as she followed her mistress. She arched
a delicate brow as she scanned the room; if the court was full
of snakes, the company here tonight would be the cream of the
crop. While it was meant to be a night of feasting and frivolry,
all Nesryn could taste in the air was danger and that odd sense
of tension one gets before a storm. She'd have to have a
particularly careful eye on her mistress tonight, with the
company holding many a foe to the Witheres line and all who
served it. One in particular she knew to be in attendance was
Eir'Asa Aluanas who had once been in close company with her
lady. Indeed, she would have to watch her step in this banquet
of snakes.
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Lei'daisa Oathkeeper
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Damon Roux ( @MindLabryinth )
Lei'daisa was finally within the company of the party, having
not met anyone else besides Damon until he escorted her to the
banquet that night. She was in head-to-toe black with a long
flowing dress that only exposed her hands which peeked out from
her floor length sleeves. The light fabric glinted around the
collar with black gemstones sewn into the material and her face
was covered- to just below the nose -with a sheer veil, only
giving a vague idea of what her features might be like. She
walked gracefully for a woman mostly blind, besides her enhanced
other senses, but kept her arm looped within Damon's as he
guided her into the banquet hall. His forearms were bare, a fact
she had delighted in when he'd arrived at her home to pick her
up, letting her fingers wander up and down the well built muscle
that lay there. He was wearing a kind of vest, glaringly red
he'd told her in a dissatisfied tone.
"Like blood?" she had asked, voice soft like a purr in his mind.
"No, like roses" he replied, in that same uncomfortable tone he
always did when she invaded his mind like that.
Now, as they entered the not very occupied banquet hall, her
bright red lip quirked into an amused smile.
"We're early" she said calmly "There is hardly anyone here- six
if my hearing is correct, not including us."
"You would be correct."
"Lovely~ Lovely~"
Pain coursed through her body and she lent on his arm heavily,
reaching within the folds of her dress to retrieve a small vial.
An illicit drug, of course but it was the only thing that numbed
the constant pain that her Hex inflicted on her everyday. She
could feel Damon's eyes on her and once the drug had set in she
looked up at him with that snake-like smile, lifting her veil to
reveal her face. Her eyes were clouded and milky, surrounded by
scars that showed she had once attempted to gouge out her eyes.
She gave him a wink, knowing the eerie sight would set him on
edge, and laughed lightly, letting her veil fall back across her
eyes.
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By: Kimcora Date: April 11, 2020, 10:47 pm
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Asena Valda
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Septimus Vianacelli
([member=3]unknownmercury[/member]), Melrose Meghan
([member=2]Pyxie[/member]), Elissac (@marquise).
Keep it steady, Asena. This event is no better than any battle
you’ve faced in your past. Just stay confident and kick its ass.
Asena’s thoughts propelled her through the doors of the
Whetherford Mansion, her expression poised in confidence despite
the nervous flutter that reached her gut. She had been to very
very few events like this and mostly she was someone’s hired
guard at them, not the diplomat or Lady herself. She tried to
hide that inexperience behind the tastefully light makeup, her
red hair being pulled away from her face to draw the eyes to her
face and the neckline of her dress. Aidene had helped her not
feel so out of place in all this, mostly because the dress she
picked was so light and fitting that it took no effort to wear
at all. She had appreciated the off the shoulder look to her
right side and the slit that allowed a peek of her legs but also
allowed free movement. Asena loved the way she looked in the
deep green gown. Even Melrose approved, something she was glad
to have from her Uncle going into tonight. He knew very well
what these high society types would be like and they all knew
they could spot Asena’s lack of noble birth and training like
bloodhounds scenting a new prey.
Despite this, Asena was going to make them see that she was
perfectly capable of fitting into their world in her own way.
She wanted the seat of the Truce to help Liphilius, not play at
frivolous events and raise her titles.
Asena Valda of Nomad suited her just fine...
The sheer elegance of the ballroom drew a look of wonder from
Asena, her eyes tracing the artwork on the ceilings and the
beautiful chandeliers. The Whetherford family certainly made
their money in this alcohol business...Asena let her gaze drop
from the room to find the companion, who she currently was
holding the arm of. Septimus was to be her guard and advisor for
the evening while Elissac trailed behind to help Farren,
Melrose, and Aidene. Information gathering was their mission,
while Asena was tasked with stunning her adoring
public...Right...Why did she get the feeling she had the more
difficult job? Of course it wasn’t true, as her team was putting
themselves in danger to help her. However, Asena knew these
political word games could hurt them just as much as the
exchange and collecting of information on these powerful people.
“I thought it was better to be fashionably late in Marieve?”
Asena joked lightly with Septimus, as it seemed most of her
party were the first to arrive. Farren had recommended it as a
way to get their plans laid smoothly and to observe the parties
as they filtered in. She knew it was best to follow the lead of
a Velvet Quill and trust his lead. However, there wasn’t much to
look at really in the way of people. There was a man gawking at
others from his perch on the balcony, another man reading in a
corner, a very wealthy woman chatting with a very wealthy man, a
pretty woman that was accompanied by a stoic man speaking in
hushed whispers to her, and a strange veiled woman in black with
a partner in red. She was too far from them to really get a look
at them, but the man...why did he look familiar even from this
distance? Was that...? Her heart leapt into her throat as she
squinted, trying to confirm if that was in fact Damon Roux.
Granted she hadn’t seen him a long time and surely he wouldn’t
be at a party held by the Truce...Everything in her felt relief
and excitement, but there was also fear and hesitance clouding
her judgement. She wanted to move closer, but she felt that
might be odd. It wasn’t like she was sure and if she were wrong,
as she possibly could be at this distance, it would only be
awkward for her and Septimus. Even if it was Damon...would he
even want to speak with her? It had been almost 8 years since
they last were together. Poor communication and constant moving
about had made them fall out of touch after the first few years.
By now he was sure to have moved on and was now in a private
event in the city of Marieve...He was probably a different man
as she was a different woman...She was the last thing on his
mind, if that was truly him...
When she realized she was staring at him intently, Asena quickly
made herself look away before that got awkward. She could always
find out later and not where prying eyes would be watching her
every move. “At parties like these, do you just...stand here
until people talk to you or do you pursue conversation with
them? I don’t see any of the other Candidates so I guess it’s a
waiting game then...” She rambled a bit to him, knowing he
wouldn’t mind hearing her thoughts as he hadn’t in the past. She
saw Septimus as a friend and confidant after their time together
in Plots. He knew about her, like she did about him and she knew
she could rely on his advice and companionship for the night.
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Eir’Asa Aluanas
Location: En Route to Whetherford Estate
Accompanying: Gabrielle Brighteye
([member=3]unknownmercury[/member])
Eir fussed with the sleeve of his red shirt, more so out of
nervous habit than his own vanity. He absolutely loathed red and
it was the only thing about the Flames of Embra that put him
off. So much damn red...But his mild discomfort at a color was
hardly the matter of concern or thought here. Tonight he was
tasked with aiding Gabrielle in securing her victory over the
other candidates. That meant employing tactics to get as much
information on their targets as possible. It was the only reason
he was allowing Bryer around this mess. He just had a face
people could trust and knew how to wield that boyish charm of
his to disarm people. He would work well to bring Asena’s guard
down and Malachi wouldn’t see him as a threat. Also, Eir trusted
Bryer more than he trusted anyone in this group.
Although Bryer hadn’t approved of his choices completely, he had
stuck by Eir through everything that had transpired in these
last few years. From the heartache over losing Luna, to her
engagement announcement, to him being excommunicated from the
Nomisian priesthood, to having years of his research on
Corruption burned with the bodies of his innocent patients, and
finally to his rebirth from the ashes under Embra’s banner with
Gabrielle’s radiant guidance. Bryer wasn’t just kind and
trustworthy, but powerful and clever. It made Eir proud to see
the man he became from the boy he met in the Whitheres Estate.
The mere mention of the family’s name in his thoughts brought a
sting of anger and loss to his chest. Tonight he would have to
face not only Freida du Whitheres, but also Hydrus du Whitheres.
He despised both of them almost as much as Luna’s sisters, but
his hate for them paled in comparison to his hate for Malachi
Hythian. He would have to face him tonight, alongside his new
bride Luna...Hythian. He reminded himself of what was best and
what was right....He needed to leave Luna alone and get on with
his life as he had done years prior. She wouldn’t care what he
thought or what he felt...She was most likely not even aware of
his feelings or cared for them. Her visions consumed her
thoughts, not some drake she once called a friend in her past.
He pulled himself from his thoughts when Gabrielle arrived. It
was no time to be wallowing in his own self-pity. Gabrielle took
the matter of importance completely. He bowed deeply to her,
showing the beautiful young woman the respect she deserved
before they entered the lions den... “You look absolutely
radiant, Lady Gabrielle. Sir Roux and Lady Oathkeeper have
already arrived. A friend of mine, Bryer, is also in attendance
and will be available to aid your cause tonight. And lastly,
Lady Eudithe sends her regards and stated she had matters to
attend to that kept her away from tonight’s gathering.” He
filled Gabrielle in on the going ons of the evening as they were
still away from prying ears.
~~~~~
Whitheres Servant Dimitri Tristin de Valcrow
Location: Whetherford Mansion Main Ballron
Accompanying: Alycianna Whey de Valcrow
([member=2]Pyxie[/member]).
Dimitri’s eyes scoured the room with disinterest from his place
leaning by the servants entrance. Out of sight and out of mind.
The perfect place to sneak a bit of this wine the Whetherford’s
were so damn proud of. He spun the half empty glass of red
liquid absentmindedly, finding it dry and awfully bitter. He had
better in Ilydia Bay and certainly more fun drinking it than
this dry, stiff little gathering Freida helped put together.
Then again what wasn’t dry about the aging socialite?
At least the evening promised some entertainment and
opportunities to make a little coin. He learned from the best
from sailors and traders during his youth and prided himself on
it. Even if his sister could have been so much better than him,
if she didn’t stoop to Alessandrian standards...
Dimitri gave a huff, eyes flicking to the doorway where he knew
soon Luna would be entering with her new husband. He was...Well,
not bad to look at and Dimitri could respect the hustle the
pretty boy had. But he just wished it was with anyone else,
other than Lady Luna. She was the only Alessandrian Dimitri
could stomach and that said a lot for the quiet and cold young
man. It was the only reason he agreed to wait patiently for Luna
now in the dull banquet hall.
Nesryn had sent him ahead with Alycianna, even though he was
there to tend to Lady Luna’s needs. However, he knew the
assassin would have things handled the moment she came in the
room. He admired her tenacity, fearsome skills, poise, and found
her absolutely stunning. Then again, he had a particular
interest in Elviyenne women and found their dark beautify a rare
gift and their culture fascinating. Well, it wasn’t his job to
care about finding the assassin attractive. It was his job to be
a silent observer and help protect Lady Luna’s interests.
He looked at the decorations another moment before he scoffed a
bit to himself. Alessandrian’s were so gaudy...Frivolity was
alive and well here...And he caught his sister paying very close
attention to the man with purse strings to organize this event.
It drew some humor to Dimitri, who downed his glass and set it
aside. He knew the other servants were drinking at this point,
mostly to put up with the people they dealt with on a daily
basis...
He sidled up to Alycianna, following her sight line to the older
man there speaking with Lady Freida. “Admiring the scenery, dear
sister?” He asked, words soft and tone hinting at teasing.
Alycianna was the only person he really teased as otherwise
Dimitri was trained to be proper, stoic, and silent. Old habits
died hard when you were with family, he supposed. “A widower, I
hear...Not bad on the eyes and has deep pockets. Would make for
an excellent mark for someone looking to make a name for
themselves as a pampered plaything.” He glanced at his sister,
knowing damn well that she was too intelligent and pretty for
that sort of life. She was always scheming like these people and
it started to weigh on him early on when he started losing his
fiery and clever sister to this false portrait of herself she
was trying to build. It made him pull away from her, even if
deep down he still cared deeply about her and didn’t want to see
her dead or hurt from playing her little games.
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Malachi Hythian
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Luna de Nova Witheres ([member=2]Pyxie[/member] )
Malachi was confident, we’ll dressed in his rich green jacket
edged in gold, his golden hair pinned back and he permanent
smile plastered to his face. It would appear as though the man
had not a care in the world. But little did anyone know that
this facade of cocky bravado hid something much less glamourous.
Malachi Hythian was nervous. It was all well and good to be
comfortable within your own area where everyone supported you,
but here in this room almost everyone was an enemy.
With his blissfully unaware wife on his arm, they entered the
ballroom. It wasn’t to be for a last minute meeting, but of
course it couldn’t compare to some of the Phonaxian events he’d
been in. The party’s shuffled in and mingled amount themselves.
Malachi’s eyes wandered across the room to no one other than
Eir’Asa the Draconian. A tug of amusement pulled at his lips as
he felt the man’s stare settle on Luna for a moment. Looking
away and continuing the conversation, Malachi’s hand wandered
from holding her arm, to settling on her waist, a single finger
drawing swirls on her hip as they stood talking.
He knew that would infuriate the drake to no end and wondered
what else he might do to shorten the man’s fuse.
Also weighing on the man was the fact he’d not yet successfully
produced an heir. Of course he’d not been married long to Luna,
but if there was no announcement soon, people would start to ask
questions.
He addressed his party, “Now remeber. Smiles everyone, half the
battle is playing the part and the less enemies we have, the
better.”
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Farren Levitt Waymaker
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Asena Valda and Co ([member=4]Kimcora[/member] )
Farren entered their room behind the others, having trailed
behind to better look at things as they walked. After all, no
one was just handed information that they needed whenever they
wanted it. You had to go find it. Asena looked lovely as ever in
her green number, her proud chin held up as she led her party
in, but his eyes caught that she had spotted something- or as
Farren followed her gaze -someone. The man she had so obviously
laid her gaze on was occupied with what seemed to be a woman in
mourning, but from the ghostly pallor of her hands and what he
could see of the bottom of her face... was not quite a woman
indeed. Farren gave himself a firm self berating for the shiver
that shot up his spine at the sight of the obviously Hex’d
woman. Instead he glanced about and took the roll call in his
mind. It seemed most people had arrived, with the inclusion of a
few extras. Excellent, more minds to examine, more mouths to
loosen up with alcohol. How willing people were to give their
secrets when under the influence of a good wine. With a subtle
gesture, as though brushing dust from the front of his deep navy
jacket, he checked his small poisons kit, dagger and notebook
were in place- which they were. Tonight was going to be a long
one, and he wanted to make sure he was prepared.
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Aidene Lars
Whetherford Mansion
Accompanying: N/A
Aiden has arrived at the venue two hours prior to her party. She
was gaining an understanding of the layout of the building,
sneaking inside and playing ‘servant girl’ for a day in order to
know her way around better. When her party had arrived at the
mansion, she was sitting on the roof above the entrance, chewing
on bread as they scaled the stairway unaware of her presence.
All unaware except Farren, of course, her spared her a ‘could
you do your job please’ look from where he stood just behind the
others. She rolled her eyes and finished off the small bread
roll before moving swiftly, her old VQ garbs keeping her hidden,
to an opening in the roof of the mansion. From within the
ceiling she could get to almost every room in the entire
building. Walking along the internal beams as though they were
some garden path, she crouches by a large window through to the
ballroom, usually a sky light, but with the evening sky,
completely dark. From here she watched as her party entered.
“Ah, good. Now, where’s my popped corn?” she joked with herself.
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Bryer Rose MacLeane
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Eir’Asa Alunanas ([member=4]Kimcora[/member] )
Bryer was well dressed in him charming little jacket of deep red
and gold. His blonde hair was combed over in the fashion for
people of his age and his bright blues eyes surveyed the room in
wonder. As Eir’s assistant, he’d never got many chances to ‘get
out’ as one might say, and this affair was a far cry from
anything he’d ever experienced. Bryer was tall, young and
handsome looking, appearing younger than his 18years seemed to
make him. The man was clean shaven and washed, standing
faithfully at his long time companions side. He knew the past
few years especially had been rough on the man, but they’d
managed to get through it together. Now, Bryer served as Eir’s
diplomat, using his charming nature to bypass people’s trust and
learn more about them. Of course, he’d been doing this ever
since he was a boy, but not in the sinister way that tonight’s
events requires. Bryer spotted the man who’d caused most of his
companions pain from across the room and the nearby candles
flickered uneasily as he thought of just how easy it would be to
suck all the air from the man’s lungs. Of course, Eir had warned
him against such hasty actions- but it didn’t mean the boy
couldn’t fantasise about it. Deciding he’d only grow more
irritated if he stared at the man, he let his eyes wander the
rest of the company, eyes eventually landing on a well dressed
gentleman- in a mask. Bryer’s expression turned to one of
interest as leant over to whisper to Eir, running a thumb over
his bottom lip “Who is that fine gentleman?”
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Damon Roux
Location:Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Lei’daisa Oathkeeper
Damon grimaced as his evenings companion bent over in pain,
fumbling for her opiate to soothe her pain. A part of him
loathed her for all she had put him through and a part of him
pitied her; a woman resurrected against her own will with
nothing to live for besides hate and revenge. The latter is why
he decided he’d tolerate her for one night, then she could
conduct her unsavoury habits from afar. When he looked up from
helping her, his eyes caught a very, very familiar figure. No
one could mistake that hair anywhere and he found that his heart
was in his throat, pounding rapidly.
Asena...
He swallowed and had to clench his teeth to keep from calling
out to her, but his eyes never left her for a moment.
Ah, I see... A lover...
Damon winced and shot a glare in the Hex woman’s direction.
“I told you not to do that-“ he hissed.
How else am I meant to talk to you privately?
“It’s called whispering. All sane beings know how to do it.”
Damon, are you calling me insane? Aw, I’m blushing~
Damon forced up the imaginary wall in his mind and her voice
went silent. He had to think of a way to talk to her. He needed
to let her know he had everything sorted; he’d help her win this
election so she’d be situated in politics, then they could start
their life together.
He straightened up and tried to remain composed, though his
emotions ran so high that he was hot to the touch, the Hex woman
and her cold, death-like hold didn’t seem to notice.
([member=4]Kimcora[/member] )
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Corentin Desdemona
Location : Outside the Manison
Acommpanying: Samara Zendulu (@MindLabryinth ), Shimmer (
[member=8]Endetrix[/member] ) , Diandra Desdemona
(@unknownmercury )
" Ok girls , we were hired to entertain, let's do exactly
that"saids Corentin looking at three of best acts for the job he
voice couldn't contain amusement in how simple these nobles " Di
will you please collect our payment , don't take to long now "
he says with humor in his voice " Shimmer please after your
performances , please give the owner of this fine Manison " he
says as he lifts his hand to the sky " A lovely symbol of OWN
gratefulness " he adds swirling his hand down s as he half bows
to her " Samara my star of the performance act tonight " he says
twirling a couple times then stopping facing her " now you see
her now you don't , have fun .
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Septimus Vianacelli
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Company: Asena Valda ([member=4]Kimcora[/member])
Septimus was staying close to Asena who, he had to admit, looked
absolutely gorgeous in the dress she'd chosen. "Fashionably late
is for people who desire to make an entrance," he said as he
scanned the room and its various inhabitants. Not many other
people at the moment, though some were arriving even as he
spoke. "For people looking to get agents spread through a party,
it's best to be early. Elisaac and the others would have a hell
of a time discretely covering the ground if there were more
people here."
At her next question, he chuckled. "That depends, I suppose. Do
you want to be seen as a wallflower who can't find it in herself
to converse unless cornered? Or would you rather be considered a
busy body who butts her way into conversations uninvited? The
choice is yours, unless you can find another lone person to
speak with, though then you risk seeming overly forward towards
them. It's a tricky game, and one you can never truly win. If it
helps, my own political circle -- rivals and allies alike --
will soon be coming to find me and drag me into all manner of
debates. If you wish, you can stick close to me and put in your
two coppers, and I'll back your position. It will show that I
trust you, so you would, in essence, gain some good will from my
allies. You would also, however, gain the enmity of my
opponents."
He considered and shrugged. "Though, if you stick too closely to
me, the rumor will start that we're in bed together in every
sense of the word. While I certainly wouldn't mind that being
true, the fact is that it's not, and it would weaken both of our
political positions when we aid each others' arguments." He
chuckled softly. "Again, it's a game where there is no true
winning, and everyone just strives to not lose."
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Gabrielle Brighteye
Location: Whetherford Mansion
Company: Eir'Asa Aluanas ([member=4]Kimcora[/member]), Aphera
Evermore ([member=6]MISSimissyou[/member])
Gabrielle was wearing a simply-cut dress of red cloth, along
with golden jewelry that housed orange gems of some sort. Her
hair was carefully styled, her eyes had faint orange eyeshadow
around them, and her lips had been painted a red color to match
her dress. "Eir'Asa," she said in way of greeting. "You cut
quite the fine figure, I must say." She then turned towards the
woman who had walked up the path with her. "Aphera, this is
Eir'Asa Aluanas, one of my advisors. Eir, this is my bodyguard,
Aphera Evermore. Are we all ready to head inside, then?"
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Diandra Desdemona
Location: Whetherford Mansion exterior
Company: Corentin Desdemona (@marquise), Samara Zendulu
(@MindLabryinth), Shimmer (@Endetrix)
The young woman in the skimpy harlequin costume nodded softly at
the mention of collecting payment. She danced a bit closer to
Corentin and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'll try to be
down halfway through," she murmured to him softly. "If you hear
commotion upstairs, that's your cue to cut and run. If that
happens, I'll meet you back at base." She squeezed his hand
briefly, then did a quick flip around to the side of the house.
Lots of windows on the second floor. Surely one was unlocked,
but she didn't want to draw too much attention by trying
multiple rooms. As she conjured the wind around herself and
began to raise into the air, she pulled a knife free from her
waistband. Finding an empty room -- a bedroom by the looks of
it, though not one that seemed well-used -- she slid the knife
into the frame of the window and jimmied the lock. She quickly
opened the window and slipped into the room, sliding it closed
behind her.
Finally, away from prying eyes, she gave one of her rare smiles.
Time to clean house.
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Archibald Whetherford
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Freida Vawne de Whitheres
([member=2]Pyxie[/member])
Archie nodded as Freida spoke, taking the woman gently by the
elbow and steering her towards one of the large windows
surrounding the room. He had had the window nook made with the
specific intention of having private conversation without the
occasional stray ear being able to pick up on the conversation.
The ceiling was arched here in a way to keep sounds contained,
very limited sound could get in or out. To the casual observer
they would look as though they were taking a leisurely stroll
across the room to look out at the view. To the pair of them
this was the only place in which they could be private. Freida
had seen the ballroom when the house was first commissioned, and
she knew the significance of this spot. If she remembered, that
is. He couldn’t imagine she could forget.
“It is always so tragic to hear of the loss of one but such a
delight to hear of the fortune of another.” He commented as they
walked. His face maintained the same genial expression as they
entered the partially soundproofed section of the room. Although
his face remained unchanged his voice took on a more serious
tone. “Now, I am sure you are aware that I didn’t decide to host
this party as an act of charity. I was hoping to use this
opportunity to gain some insight on the current….situation
before I must make a rather unfortunate departure.” He made a
vague gesture as he spoke. “I have some business tonight that I
can not avoid. Naturally, I couldn’t possibly trust anyone other
than you to take control of the rest of the banquet. My son…I’m
sure you understand why I can’t entrust such an important
occasion to him.” He smiled at Freida, the action genuine.
Ordinarily he wouldn’t offer a genuine smile to anyone but they
had such a rich history between them. If he could act himself
with anyone it was her.
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Reginald Mercy Whetherford
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Whitheres Servant Alycianna
([member=2]Pyxie[/member]), Whitheres Servant Dimitri
([member=4]Kimcora[/member])
The alcohol was starting to take effect now, a slow burn
settling at the bottom of his stomach, heat rising through his
chest. Perfect. With his best salesman smile he walked over to
the pair of Whitheres servants, for that is how he perceived
them, that had stood only seconds ago close to their mistress.
Truth be told, he hated the woman. Freida held more of his
father’s affection then his own son could ever hope to. At
least, that was how it seemed. Regardless, he had a feeling
tonight would prove to be exceptional all the same. First he
could charm the servants, specifically the charming young woman,
and then he could win the good graces of their masters,
specifically the young woman who was meant to be marrying a
certain powerful figure.
He cleared his throat as he approached, giving them both a
simply bow. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He said
simply, giving the enchanting young woman a wink as he gently
took her hand, planting a kiss on top of it. “I see you are here
with the distinguished Whitheres party? My family and theirs
have a long history and I am most intrigued to find how things
go in their household?” He winked as he dropped the woman’s
hand. “I hope you don’t find this whole affair too boring.” He
addressed this statement to the male of the pair. “If you do, I
assure you I have ways to make the situation more…enjoyable.” He
ended this statement with a wink as well. If he knew anything
about servants it was that they could be easily won over with
money or, in the case of many other households he had visited,
the promise of a good time. If the man was smart he would know
it was an offer of drugs and either accept or decline. If he
wasn’t he would likely consider it a harmless flirtation. As
attractive as he found the man, however, his attention was set
on the lovely woman before him and it was her he was determined
to win over tonight.
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Aphera Evermore
Location: Whetherford Mansion
Company: Eir’Asa Aluanas ([member=4]Kimcora[/member]), Gabrielle
Brighteye ([member=3]unknownmercury[/member])
Aphera had followed her mistress upon her journey with a certain
reverence and attentiveness. Her goddess had led her to this
woman, this demi-god, and she was determined to serve in any way
she could. She had been told by others who worshipped her same
goddess that this woman was the path to salvation, and she could
to nothing but believe them. Theses people had been from high
society, after all, and high society folk must be more informed
than a simple girl like her. They all seemed to live such
wonderful lives and their faith was so strong and they had all
believed in Gabrielle Brighteye. Serving her was the only way
Aphera felt she could be reborn pure and have all of her dreams
come true. She had devoted her body to her goddess after all.
This must be her goddesses way of showing her that the sacrifice
of choosing never to share her heart or body with another mortal
was worth it. If she served her mistress all of her dreams would
come true.
Aphera stood at attention as the two before her spoke, clinging
onto her mistress’s every word. The man, however, did manage to
draw her attention. She had dreamed almost her whole life of
visiting the Draconian land of Ideshian and this was obviously a
sign from her goddess that the path she was currently on was the
correct one. Not knowing what else to do, Aphera took a deep bow
towards the man, straightening up abruptly and smiling at him.
“It is a most joyous pleasure to be making your acquaintance.”
She said, her eyes going slightly out of focus as she notices a
flower pinned to the man’s lapel. Without asking permission she
reached out to touch the flower, drawing in a sharp breath as
her ring finger came into contact with an unclipped thorn on the
narrow stem. She retracted her hand in haste and placed the
injured digit in her mouth, frowning as she looked again at the
man. “I am so sorry to tell you but this flower is inclined to
believe you have a former love here that is intent on doing you
some sort of harm. I do not know how long you have known this
simple flower but she is very worried about you.” Aphera shook
her head. “Or it may be that she is jealous of you. She does
seem to have quite a temper does this flower.” She took a step
back then, standing once again behind her mistress. “My
apologies.” She said with another bow, falling into silence
behind her mistress.
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Freida Vawne de Whitheres
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Archibald Whetherford
([member=6]MISSimissyou[/member]) Whitheres Servant Alycianna +
Whitheres Servant Dimitri - Whitheres Servants Alycianna and
Dimitri; Tier 2D → Tier 2F.
As the male took her arm and began to lead her away; Freida had
noticed how her servant, Alycianna, attempted to start to
follow. She waved off the servant and returned a courteous smile
to her old friend. Oh, how flattering he was; but Freida knew
all too well what could have, perhaps, been on the males mind.
She had always known him to be quite clever in his antics, and
it was quite the unfortunate burden that his child consequently
tampered with his business. She could quite understand giving
the trouble she had in her past with her own daughter, Luna; and
the unfortunate.. predictions.. that she seemingly spontaneously
brought about.
Her eyes skimmed the room once more as she glimpsed around and
admired some of the new individuals entering. Ah.. dearest
Malachi. She smiled; though that smile quickly became a facade
when she noticed a certain... drake. Her eyes then sharpened
until Archibald and her stood in front of this specifically
designed window.
As she faced the male, she would idly swirl the wine in her
glass in a subtle circle to which she responded with a pleasant
smile.
"Oh, you flatter me, love." She teased and followed this with a
chuckle, "it would be of no concern. After-all, hon, we do have
a past." She winked, offering her glass out to clink against the
males' in a toast to metaphorically "sign their agreement."
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Whitheres Servant Alycianna Whey de Valcrow
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Whitheres Servant Dimitri Tristin de Valcrow
([member=4]Kimcora[/member]), Freida Vawne de Whitheres,
Archibald Whetherford ([member=6]MISSimissyou[/member]) - Freida
Vawne de Whitheres and Archibald Whetherford +
Reginald Mercy Whetherford ([member=6]MISSimissyou[/member]);
Tier 2D.
Her stare intensified as a knee-jerk reaction once she had
realized her brother, Dimitri, was standing adjacent to her. Her
features nearly become fully red before Lady Freida and Sir
Archibald stepped away to which she silently attempted to
follow; but was waved off.
In this respect she shot around to face her brother, pointing a
finger up at his features boasting the typical younger-sisterly
expression of annoyance. She had a clear frown on her lips with
still the same intensity of the blush that failed to leave her
cheeks.
"Do not pull any sly moves, you weasel!" She demanded with a
struggling sense of a hushed tone. Her mouth was still open to
continue before she suddenly noticed another male approach the
pair to which she took a deep breath; closed her eyes and faced
the approaching son of Archibald. Feigning a smile, of which
Dimitri could easily see this was quite the opposite of how she
really felt at this time; the corner of her lip twitched when
her palm was taken. Then.. kissed..?
Wait.. does this male know I'm.. I'm a servant?" Her eyebrow
cocked and she offered her brother a sneaked glimpse to this
males' ignorance. She kept this feigned smile on her features
and felt the corner of her lips twitch once more when she
realized what the male was offering. A good time?! She mindfully
scoffed in thought. A.. good.. time?! Mon dieu. Only temporarily
was she reminded of her enjoyment of Ilydian culture that her
brother seemed to dearly hold on to.
She kept her smile and demeanor, however. Lady Freida has
exemplified how a dignified woman can get her point across much
better than a rambunctious one.
"I do assure you, Sir Reginald, that this evening is quite fine
and shall only evolve into something more extravagant." She
boasted her increased vocabulary; perhaps showing off to her
brother that she had been practicing her Duthl. "But I am afraid
I have a job I must do. I thank you for your offer, Sir, but it
is not necessary." She held up her hand and waved it off.
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Luna Nova de Whitheres
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Malachi Gelathius Hythian (@MindLabryinth), Nesyrn
Zoya (@DolittleAmi); Tier 2M.
Luna kept her humble gaze on her two feet in front of her. She
had an aloof expression as per usual as she kept an arm wrapped
around her betroths' bicep. She had begun to adorn the smell of
perfume, as well.. though only to keep up the illusion she had
wanted to strive to become much more elegant given her coming
role. It was -- in fact -- that she smelled like him. She
smelled like her husband now that they had consummated.
She knew she hadn't a choice, and willingly went along with most
of what had been planned for her without much of her say. But,
this was the life of a noblewoman these days with little
influence. Many thought of her as a nut, unfortunately; and even
though she may have appeared beautiful, she certainly could not
forfeit the insecurities that had begun to pop up more and more.
When she entered the ballroom, she began to pay attention to the
plentiful array of voices that had polluted the air of the
Ballroom. One such voice she did pick out and recognize,
however.. and her eyes began to scan the room. She did find who
her eyes looked for. It was Eir. The drake she found herself..
missing.. she looked away however after offering a smile in his
direction when she felt her betrothed gently grabbing her by the
waist.
She continued to act aloof, however; and stared forward;
continuing to keep hold onto Hythian's arm.. and to help avoid
any more awkward tension; she decided to speak.
"My love, Sir Whetherford has certainly outdone his-self, hasn't
he?" She attempted to pleasantly ask after he finished his
speech with a delightfully delicate smile placid on her rosy
lips.
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Melrose Meghan
Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying Asena Valda ([member=4]Kimcora[/member]), Septimus
Vianacelli ([member=3]unknownmercury[/member]), Farren Levit
Waymaker (@MindLabryinth); Tier 2A.
Oh, how he could clearly remember his distaste and banter
back-and-forth with Miss Lars. The two clearly did not see
eye-to-eye when it came to choices in linen and fashion. Melrose
had always been more conservative in his line of style; as he
was in typical sense representing royalty and was formally
employed as a scholar under Genievieve.
As he entered behind Asena with his arms held behind his back;
he examined everyone in the room and noted Septimus'
light-hearted humor. He had grown used to the buffoon's strange
ways and did find some of his tense-breaking humor to be.. well.
Humorous. He had gotten to the point of realization how Asena
had grown close to him; but also noticed a strange flicker in
Farren that he had not initially noticed.
He kept silent but had noticed a strange vibe coming from the
male. But, as per usual Melrose stayed silent and observant as
he continued to walk forward behind Asena. A blush did flicker
under his mask, however; once he had noticed the.. handsome
company that adorned this room.
No, it was not the extravagant decorations. No, it was not the
delicious pastries, crumpets and food that was laid out by
Whetherford servants. It was not even the apparel of the dress
Asena had chosen. No; it was the delicious-looking men in the
room. Such the thought made him want to lick his lips at the
dashing amount of gentleman. Oh, he was going to have himself a
grande time.. though, he did catch a younger looking boy
glancing in his direction to which he ignored and continued to
prowl with his eyes.
He learned forward from Asena, deciding to tease a little..
"Dare we choose our evening delicacy, Lady Asena? I am afraid I
am having a hard time choosing.."
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Nesryn Zoya - BM3
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Lady Luna de Witheres ([member=2]Pyxie[/member] )
and Malachi Hythian (@MindLabryinth )
Nesryn bit back her hateful expression as Luna so willingly laid
herself down once more as his doormat. The Elvi man didn't
deserve such a kind hearted woman. The fact that Nesryn had
caught Malachi openly flirting and carousing with other women
while his wife was at home doing her duty and her mind
deteriorating each moment. Couldn't he have the decency to at
least be concerned about her? Pretend he was a normal decent
being? The male was sure fine with acting the part of everything
everyone else needed him to be, why can't he see that no one
believes his honeyed lies? Well, no one besides his aloof and
distant wife. Nesryn folded her arms daintily in front of her,
trying to maintain her placid expression.
It seemed the biggest threat to her Lady was her husband...
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Lei'daisa Oathkeeper - BL2
Location: Whetherford Mansion Ballroom
Accompanying: Damon Roux ( @MindLabryinth )
Lei huffed as Damon stood there dumbly looking at the Asena
woman.
"What is the deal with her, mmm?" she muttered to him,
expression sly.
"None of your business." he said stiffly.
"I can just go into your mind and ruffle through your memories
myself~"
"She has nothing to do with you-"
"Oh really? Because I sense your alliances may be skewed. Are
you not one of Embra's sheep."
([member=4]Kimcora[/member] )
Damon remained silent, ignoring Lei with disdain. Lei shrugged
and moved into her trance, mind probing into the crowd. To
Asena, it would be a gentle brush of awareness- that there was a
separate presence in her mind, like a pair of eyes watching her.
He calls you Sunflower? How endearing~
Damon could sense that Lei was using her mind and gave her a
firm elbow to the ribs, breaking the connection. Lei's eyes
blankly searched the crowd, eerily able to lock directly on
Asena, a cat-like smile on her face.
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