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       Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
       By: Kimcora Date: July 30, 2020, 6:29 am
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       Dimitri wasn’t used to being around people who could use Magis,
       as he didn’t have any inclination himself. Usually those in the
       servants class had minor or limited use of Magis to keep them
       compliant and the owners feeling “safe”. Also due to
       Alessandria’s strict views against Magis use, it was taboo to
       ever use Magis in front of others. So to see her heal her own
       hand was a bit of a surprise, but one he took in stride. The
       piece that really bothered him was her quick and irritated
       response about being ‘perfectly fine’. He was unsure why she was
       suddenly annoyed with him just asking if she was alright. It
       wasn’t like he said what he really wanted to say. But, if he was
       going to upset her either way, perhaps just speaking his mind
       was better...Or he could take one of her recommendations and
       shut up. Under other circumstances, sure. He could be more quiet
       and let her go about her day. But after not seeing her for a
       while and finally catching up with her, only to find her
       dropping tea cups and looking exhausted, he couldn’t rightly
       just bow out and ignore that. It may upset her, but Dimitri
       wasn’t one to simply keep his mouth shut when he had a strong
       opinion, concern, or thought. “Well I asked as a friend, but the
       truth is I’m a little worried.” He told her, wondering if her
       pride or some sort of aversion to him was making her turn her
       back on him and be so annoyed right now. “You look dead on your
       feet Nesryn and you look like you could use a small break. If
       you want I could take over for a second while you go rest in
       your quarters for a bit. Luna’s being toted around by the
       sisters for final fittings and a rehearsal for the remainder of
       the day anyways.” He was worried he was over stepping but he
       felt maybe she would appreciate someone showing her some
       concern. “Whatever is going on, please take care of yourself.
       You may think it’s perfectly fine to push yourself to the point
       you drop but I don’t want to see you hurt.” Irritation was there
       but his tone was level and calm, more expressing concern than
       trying to lecture her.
       #Post#: 1427--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
       By: DolittleMax Date: July 30, 2020, 6:43 pm
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       Nesryn's knuckles whitened as she gripped the cloth and stood at
       the sink, listening to him voice his opinion. He was worried
       about her and trying to get through to her to try and see what
       was wrong. Everything was such a mess in her mind; Guild
       business, discipline, Luna, the wedding and all that went with
       that. In his voice she could hear the irritation, she assumed
       her snappy reply had earned such a reception. Nesryn's hands
       shook a little and she shut her eyes to try and gather her
       thoughts to speak. Shutting her eyes had been a mistake and she
       felt herself waver slightly as though she almost fell asleep on
       her feet. With a sheepish glance to Dimitri, the look in his
       eyes confirmed all she needed to know. He was a safe place... he
       cared but she just needed him to be quiet- to let her think and-
       The assassin had no words, so instead she let her shoulders
       droop and her head hang as she moved to collapse against his
       chest in an embrace. The more she leant against him, the more
       her body wanted to give in and fall asleep right there, but she
       tried to keep her eyes open as she gripped the front of his
       clothes and let the silent tears fall. She couldn't very well
       tell him what was going on, but she could rely on him.
       After a moment of this vulnerability she looked up at him and
       wiped her eyes, "Perhaps I should take a rest..." she whispered.
       #Post#: 1429--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
       By: Kimcora Date: July 31, 2020, 7:26 pm
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       Dimitri as worried about her but figured she wouldn’t quite
       understand that nor care. After all, she hadn’t really cared
       before if he brought up his worry before or would usually end
       the conversation with something about taking care of herself.
       But now with her back to him. He couldn’t really read her
       reaction. He saw her sway on her feet and instantly he moved
       forward, as if to catch her. It made him nervous she might fall
       and hit something. But she stopped him in her tracks when she
       turned to face him. That exhausted look was colored by a certain
       emotional vulnerability. She looked demur instead of like the
       confident assassin she usually was. That made him tense, concern
       now very evident in his face. What was going on in her life that
       would make her strong mask crack?
       Dimitri tried to say more, but Nesryn almost falling into him
       shut him up quickly and made him scramble to get arms around
       her. He held her there against him, his face falling when she
       gripped his shirt which he could feel getting a bit wet from
       tears. Nesryn was crying? He chewed the inside of his cheek in
       thought, trying to think if he should ask or say anything.
       Perhaps not...She wasn’t talking much and seemed to be seeking
       physical comfort. With a gentle touch, he let one hand find her
       back so that he could rub soothing circles there. He let her
       take what comfort she needed from him in silence, all the while
       trying to piece together what could be bothering her. Maybe she
       would tell him in time. For now, he just wanted her to be
       okay...
       Dimitri gave her a softer look when she looked up at him, wiping
       tears out of her eyes. “I think so...Let’s get you to bed.” He
       worried over her walking a bit, but tried to force himself not
       to just pick her up or hold her close again. He felt like she
       was fragile at the moment and didn’t want to upset her further
       by treating her differently or poorly. When they made it to her
       room, where she would have the most privacy, he gestured to her
       bed and gave a little clearing of his throat. “I would help you
       to bed but I think you’ve got that covered.” He said with an
       awkward smile before giving a small clearing of his throat.
       “Um...are you sure I can’t help you more in some way? I’m here
       to listen if you want to talk—but I should probably let you rest
       first—right you can’t do that if I’m talking—Um...” He took a
       step back, wondering now if he was overstaying his welcome and
       needed to leave.
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       Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
       By: DolittleMax Date: August 1, 2020, 6:33 pm
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       They managed to get her to her room and as she moved to sit on
       the edge of the bed, Dimitri fumbled with his words as he stood
       there. She could decipher some of what he said, getting the idea
       that he was asking if she needed anything or wanted to talk
       further about what had her so exhausted. Nesryn wish she could
       just... spill her guts to him but- the more he knew, the more
       endangered he was. She didn’t want anything to happen to him if
       things went south.
       Silently, she tugged her hair out of its usual bun, letting it
       fall to her shoulders as she yawned. With a soft glance to him
       she gave a small shake of her head, an answer to his query into
       what he could do to help. Nesryn wouldn’t bother about changing
       and simply laid down, looking to him and whispering in Ithyil
       before she closed her eyes “Thank you Dimitri”
       She didn’t even wait for him to leave before her she shut her
       eyes and promptly fell asleep.
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       By the next morning, Nesryn was more or less herself again. She
       had slept through the afternoon, dinner and that night. She only
       woke in the early hours of the next morning. She sat up quickly
       with that realisation and hurried to get dressed. Today was the
       big day. While Luna would be wearing her stunning white gown,
       the servants were given elegant but plain dresses meant to act
       more as decoration to the whole event and not draw attention
       away from the Bride. The dresses they wore were and assortment
       of pale colours, like flowers. All pastel to aid the beauty of
       Luna’s dress. Nesryn has been given a soft pale purple dress,
       which she put on now. Her hair was brushed out and left to hang
       about her shoulders- it felt odd as she made her way to Luna’s
       quarters. Her first job was to wake Luna and supervise her
       breakfast.
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       Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
       By: Kimcora Date: August 3, 2020, 8:25 pm
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       The house was a buzz while preparation were made for the
       reception after the wedding. Luna was of course to be wed at a
       church in the city, one of Amon as he mother dictated, but the
       family and guests would return to the estate for a celebration.
       That left pressure on the servants to get everything looking to
       Freida's very specific ideas. After all, to have anything out of
       place or frumpy would be a disgrace upon the Whitheres,
       especially with all of Alessandrian high society and her rumored
       lover attending the event. So the staff scurried around the
       home, some in a twitter over the beautiful event and others a
       bit more somber.
       Dimitri counted himself in the somber ones as this was clearly
       an awful idea. And if Nesryn's history with the Hythian's wasn't
       clear enough an issue in this marriage, then he wasn't sure what
       else could convince him. Malachi's family got rich off the backs
       of awful things and Luna didn't deserve to get tangled in
       that...But they all had to grin and bear it for Freida's special
       day. The day she got rid of her "troublesome" child. That much
       was clear by the way she flitted around the room at the
       reception, beaming like someone who just won the lottery.
       Dimitri fussed with his lavender colored tie, eyes trying not to
       gaze upon the guests that ignored him and partook of the
       atmosphere in the open ballroom that bordered the gardens Luna
       loved. He had yet to have a moment of reprieve from all the
       noise, as he was forced to serve alcohol to the guests. That
       made Dimitri quite popular despite his best efforts to disappear
       from the noise. While he couldn't stand this lavished waste of
       money, his sister Alycianna loved it all and looked like a
       bright-eyed child among the rich and powerful of Alessandria. He
       felt his heart sink some at the sight of her trying to catch the
       eye of a wealthy lordling by the fountains, noting the way she
       used the tricks the ladies in the brothel taught her.
       Finding he was done with watching his sister's horrid attempts
       at flirting, he excused himself outside for some fresh air.
       Thankfully, the gardens were rather quiet in the night air,
       since most were busy fawning over the bride and groom inside.
       Dimitri wondered if Nesryn had to remain by Luna's side for this
       as he hadn't had a chance to see her yet.
       He was still worried and reeling from the other day when she
       collapsed on him. Just what had that poor woman so overwhelmed
       and busy that she didn't have time for rest? He just hoped that
       sleep had helped her some...He would have to keep a closer eye
       on her to be sure she didn't do that to herself again. With a
       huff, he took a seat on the bench outside hidden by some rose
       bushes, partaking in some of the champagne that he was sure no
       one would miss...
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       Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
       By: JLevitt99 Date: August 5, 2020, 11:29 pm
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       The ceremony was exuberant, that much Damien could say. Very
       colorful, almost sickeningly so, but the free drinks were quite
       nice. The clinks of champagne flutes echoed across the marble
       halls, mixing with the cacophony of over exited, bubbly voices.
       Liquor tended to loosen the lips, make the secrets spill out all
       that much faster. He scanned the room, his benefactor having
       left long ago to presumably consummate his brand new marriage,
       leaving Damien fairly unobstructed to wander and be merry.
       However, merrymaking, or partying was not quite his style. He
       looked over all the quests, searching for one face in
       particular. He had kept an eye on the Quills, never reaching
       out, or giving any indication of his interest, but watching all
       the same. The spymaster's favorite....taught by him directly,
       one could assume. However, her disillusion with her organization
       wasn't hard to spot. When he finally picked her out of the
       crowd, heading away from the ever growing group of upperclass
       ladies. He took a drink, freshly filled, and follows after her.
       He approaches her, after they turned the corner out into the
       vacant garden.
       "Pardon me, miss Nesryn? I couldn't help but overhear Lady De
       Witheres boasting of how she had found and hired the most
       formidable guard this side of the hemisphere. Color me curious,
       but even more so when i learned she was the same Nesryn who had
       apprenticed under the spymaster of the Velvet Quills."
       Extending the champagne to her, it seems to be a break in his
       charismatic bomb drop speech.
       "I'm not one to mince words so ill be quick. You want out, I
       want in. You keep showing up when needed, forward me the
       information to its full extent, and I'll do your dirty work. All
       i ask is for your assistance when needed, and I'll provide a
       nice little cottage for you and your little boy-toy. No strings,
       no tricks, my terms are simple and i provide adequate reward. Do
       we have a deal?
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       Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
       By: DolittleMax Date: August 6, 2020, 12:12 am
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       Nesryn was done. Very much so. The entirety of the days
       festivities had amassed to come to this point; the brand new
       couple leaving together with everyones well wishes echoing
       behind. All Nesryn could do was assure that Luna's skirts didn't
       catch on the step of the carriage and then watch her mistress be
       carried away with that- that- Malachi... It burned in her that
       Nesryn had been barred from accompanying her charge, but after
       thoroughly examining and questioning Malachi's guards and staff
       she resigned herself to it. With a short release of a tense
       breath, she turned her back on them and began to head out toward
       the gardens. She needed fresh air.
       Her foot had barely struck the paved path in the garden when she
       heard someone say her name- she knew it wasn't Dimitri and that
       led to the more pressing question; who was it? With no small
       amount of reluctance she turned to respond. In front of her was
       none other than Damien Malneux, a face she only recognised due
       to her being in the right place at the right time- but what did
       he want with her? She was Malachi's lackey.
       She stood facing him with her signature blank and stoney look as
       he began his exposition. His first words would have been
       believable if not for the fact that; firstly, Madam DeWitheres
       had hired her via a middle man and would not know which guild
       she belonged to and secondly, there would be no way that anyone
       wanting to engage in 'curious conversation' would bring up her
       traumatising training background.
       He handed her a glass of champagne, which she took with a raised
       brow, not drinking from it. He seemed to catch on to the fact
       that she wasn't buying his candid approach and switched tact. He
       knew of her predicament- which immediately sent alarms ringing
       through her mind. No one should know of the change in position
       until it was officially circulated through the guild, which
       wouldn't be for another month. It would seem Damien had his
       informants... She set the still full glass aside on the pedestal
       of a garden statue before regarding him silently for a long
       moment.
       "For one to have to assure me that there are 'no strings or
       tricks' for such an advantageous seeming deal begs the
       question... what exactly do you plan to do?"
       Before he could make to answer her, she held up a hand to halt
       any response.
       "However, since I have no regard or care for which rat-faced
       monger wants to run the sorry excuse for an organistation- I
       couldn't care less. What I don't need from you is any assistance
       in any way. So don't try and spin this as if I should be
       greatful for your intervention. You're the one wanting a favour"
       She let that hang for a moment before continuing, "You wish to
       have my role? Go ahead- spymaster isn't as glamourous as it
       would seem. But if for one moment I even get a premonition that
       things are going south? Well, let's just say they don't call me
       'Reaper' amongst the guild for nothing. You will be dead before
       you realise anything is going wrong yourself. Is that
       understood?"
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       Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
       By: JLevitt99 Date: August 20, 2020, 9:51 pm
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       Damien studies her she speaks, watching her body language and
       tone as she speaks. She obviously wants nothing to do with him,
       but he needed her, for this moment at least. He studies her
       complexion, hair color, facial features. She wasn't the right
       one, not even close. She lacked the......moral willpower of the
       one he had seen. He saw her every time it happened. Her face
       haunted his mind, tortured his nightmares. Magma red hair, sword
       dripping blood, he had seen it so vividly. As his thoughts
       wander, his shoulder starts to almost fizzle, starting to slip
       into his glitched shatter, until he pulls himself back. Taking a
       breath, he looks at Nesryn with a smile.
       "I see no reason to disagree, but you will not be the one who
       claims my life."
       Raising his glass with his left hand, he extends his other
       "I don't see why we can't be more friendly than frosty. To our
       shaky, if not constantly wavering partnership"
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       Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
       By: Kimcora Date: August 22, 2020, 9:30 pm
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       Dimitiri was a third of the bottle in when he heard a familiar
       and an unfamiliar voice just past the shrubbery. He could hear
       the beautiful and icy chill of Nesryn's voice over the night air
       and the silky smooth tone of a man. Obviously a politician by
       how arrogant it sounded. He tilted his head a the way this man
       so casually addressed her. Granted he was a bit drunk at the
       moment and had a hard moment understanding what was going on.
       But he eventually got the gist. This man was asking for her help
       getting into the Quills and he wanted her work? What work was
       that and why?
       He wondered a moment and then something clicked...did she take
       that position that Farren offered? Hadn’t she said she didn’t
       want to position because that would entangle her further in the
       Quills? Why would she take it? Was that why she looked so dead
       on her feet lately? What did Farren have her doing and what did
       this strange man want?
       Dimitri blanched when he heard the man make reference to a
       cottage and some boy-toy. How did he know about her dreams of
       owning a home--And wait--Nesryn had a boy-toy? His face fell and
       he wondered a moment if that was why she was always so distant
       or against him flirting. Did she already have someone else she
       cared for? A pain entered his chest, even if he knew better than
       to let it affect him. He had told himself time and time again
       that he was fine if things never panned out with Nesryn...But
       why then did he feel disappointed and hurt to hear there was
       actually a real reason it couldn’t work.
       His eyes flicked to the bottle and for a moment he wondered if
       drinking more would help numb that pain. It was worth a try.
       Instead, he was interrupted from another deep drink when Nesryn
       spoke. Her critical and sharp tongue made even Dimitri wince,
       knowing she probably had that fierce look on her face she got
       when she was angry. She was pretty when she was mad, but also
       scary...He noted some more details, that she was now a
       spymaster, she was taking this man's deal, she wouldn’t hesitate
       to kill this man if this deal went south, and she was also
       referred to as Reaper in the guild. Reaper? Really? Why was that
       one of the sexiest things he had heard in a while? But of
       course, he digressed. He was more worried about Nesryn at this
       moment and what she was getting herself into.
       He leaned a bit more to hear what this slick talking man was
       saying when he suddenly and loudly lost his balance. He gave a
       shout of surprise and then a yelp as he went right into the rose
       bush and tumbled out the other side. Dimitri landed on his
       stomach at their feet, a bit scratched up but not looking too
       worse for wares. He was a bit sad he lost the champagne to the
       bush, but he was also alarmed that he was now looking up at
       Nesryn and some man he had never seen. Having been caught
       listening in, Dimitri sat up on his knees, brushing himself off.
       "H-Hey Nes. I know what this looks like, but again I was jsut in
       the wrong place at the wrong time. Ha...ha ha..." He cleared his
       throat, looking between Nesryn and this strange man awkwardly.
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       Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
       By: DolittleMax Date: August 23, 2020, 12:22 am
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       Nesryn was about to open her mouth to tell him that she’d take
       his offer, especially if it meant she could be left well enough
       alone and slip out of the Guild quietly. She made to accept his
       gesture when out of nowhere a figure fell through the rose
       bushes. She went to reach for a knife but immediately recognised
       that familiar mess of limbs and hair. If he didn’t have the
       worst timing of anyone on the entire planet, she’d be surprised
       but at this moment rage flared up within her.
       Did he think he was being caring spying after her like this? Or
       perhaps he was the informant- no, he wasn’t smart enough for
       that. His apology tumbled out, only fueling her anger and making
       her lips tighten into a firm line. Her brow twitched a little in
       confusion as his words slurred a little and with a sudden wave
       of realisation she knew he was drunk.
       With a quick movement she grabbed him by the back of the collar
       and started to haul him to his feet, eyes now spotting a mostly
       empty champagne bottle in the bushes. He wasn’t making his
       connection to her any subtler and it was pissing her right off.
       Couldn’t he see that by pretending they were nothing she was
       preserving what they had?
       Shooting a ‘just a moment look’ to Damien, she pulled Dimitri
       aside and flared up at him.
       “Now. I don’t know what you heard and I honestly couldn’t give a
       rats arse... what I DO care about is you stumbling into
       situations that could get you killed or worse” her breath shook
       with anger and she felt the urge to backhand him but withheld.
       Perhaps she’d save that for later...
       “Now clean yourself. I expect that you won’t be touching another
       drop of champagne, understood?” she snapped in harsh whispers
       before turning back to Damien.
       “I accept your offer-“ her gaze glance over to Dimitri before
       zeroing back to Damien with severity and leaning in to whisper
       “But if my ‘boy-you’ has even a scratch, I will personally see
       to it”
       With that she turned away and began to hustle Dimitri off into a
       quieter area of the garden behind a row of hedges and some
       concrete statues. Her anger still roiled within her and she put
       her hands on her hips.
       “Explain” she snapped
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