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    Aleksei reacted to Ataraxy in [Nu Sicily] that's gonna hurt.   
    "Sir, a message has arrived from you."
    Kieran looked up at the Capo who'd rushed into his office. Considering the deep breaths the man kept inhaling Kieran assumed it was something quite dramatic. He didn't say anything and simply held out a hand while he finished hitting down subsequent orders for the Salvatore's portion of border wall 
    After a moment he opened it up and read it. When he learned of what happened to Isadora his lips twitched slightly but nothing more. That certainly hadn't been the news he'd expected, but it also had nothing to do with him. 
    Though it was something he'd refrain from mentioning to Aedos who'd long since returned to Primera Capitol. 
    Jacob wanted to hunt down an entire species of people within their ciry? Kieran shook his head and tossed the note into the crackling fire. Idiot. Paragons became such by choice and we're allied with evil. Vampires rarely had a say in being turned or born as such. Jacob was talking about genocide. 
    "Ignore it," he said to the Capo, dismissing the man. "It's just the babblings of an angry brother."
    The Don Fedele had once again over stepped his bounds if he believed himself so capable. Which he probably did. As much as Jacob probably believed himself intelligent and upright, Kieran couldn't bring himself to see the man as anything more than an emotional imbecile whose sister would have worn the cape of a Don much better. At least she had experience kissing ass. ( @Aleksei 😏)
    Kieran called out to the Caretaker. A decrepit old man with a perpetual sneer glued to his ugly features. Kieran would have killed the man if his use hadn't been so handy. 
    "How are they?" The Don asked, referring to the vampires, werewolves, and other creatures locked in the Salvatore Mansion's dungeon. Some deserved it. Others probably didn't. But a necessary evil all the same.
    "Hmm goooood," the Caretaker hissed, turning his hands into each other with black finger tips occasionally poking out. "My pets have become oh so hungry."
    Kieran nodded. "Good. Duke Chanaril is sending resources soon. I expect them to be... Contained until the rats show."
    "Undersssstood, Don Salvatore."
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    @DarkHorse
    "Yes, yes you are."
    He struggled to speak, so raw was his emotions at the revelation that Odelia is now a mother and has, in turn, made him a father once again. It meant another little creature to care for, to watch grow and blossom into something absolutely magnificent. Immediately his mind wandered to what this tiny little life may look like. Will it be delicate and impish like its mother? Will it acquire the looks of his father instead? The thought of a child with his eyes and Odelia's dark hair danced across his imagination.
    The months they've been together, Austere had always been thoughtful about his reactions around his wife. He knew that due to her upbringing, she was far more sensitive to a raised voice or a change in demeanor. His earlier fear was beginning to ease now as the reality of the situation settled deep into his veins. Now what was left was excitement and worry, always worry because raising a child is a massive undertaking, and he couldn't help but feel anxious about his wife's health. It hadn't crossed his mind that his reaction would rattle the fear inside her heart and soul.
    "Thank you for my child, imp." Austere took his wife's terrified face in his hands and soothed away her tears. "You have given me one of the greatest gifts ever."
    Austere peppered her face with delicate kisses, hoping to ease the tension that has overtaken her form. Actions say much, but he knows she will need an explanation, yet to give her one, he needs to gather himself. She has put him through a roller-coaster of emotions Austere thought he'd never feel again, and he is a tad weak from the experience. When able, he took his wife by the hand and guided her back to their original seat.
    "When Emery was pregnant with our twins, she was miserable the entire time, for obvious reasons." He spoke while kneeling at her feet. It was best to speak with her at eye level so she could see that he was sincere and not trying to manipulate her. "Birthing twins is not an easy task, and I remember being scared out of my mind the entirety of her pregnancy. She was so sick, so tired, and even though she survived the birth, the twins nearly took her from me."
    An unsteady hand pressed itself against Odelia's stomach. "I love you imp, and I love the child you are carrying. I couldn't be happier that I get to raise another child, happier that the child is part of you." His other hand encased her delicate cheek, "I'm just terrified. I've already lost one wife and child, and I don't think I could survive if it happens again. Immediately my mind goes to the worst-case scenario."
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Darthgamer101 in [Nu Sicily] make one's bones   
    @Veloci-Rapture
    "You're a gentleman! I don't care what anyone else says," she says with a hint of teasing. "If I'd known you would be tossing me around, I would have worn something a bit more respectable."
    A soft pinkish hue spread itself across her face down to her exposed shoulders and neck. Strands of golden hair clung to the curve of her throat, her cheeks, and the place between her shoulder blades. She was a scene! Having already started the night mussed, their little dance certainly did a job on her appearance. Usually, she would take great care of how her dress fell, how coifed her hair is, and how perfectly placed her makeup is. In this day and age, appearance makes up for a large portion of people's opinions, and she dislikes to disappoint.
    Knowing that it was no use in trying to salvage her appearance, she settled with the bare minimum. Reaching forward, she began the awkward process of removing Nunzio's tie. She didn't give him a reason, just worked with deft fingers to get it loose around his throat before tugging it free. Reaching back, she began the process of braiding her hair, using his tie to keep all strands close together as she wove it through her locks.
    "I'll make sure you are compensated, Nunzio." Knotting the tie, she threw the heavy braid over her shoulder; the gold of her hair contrasted the darkness of his tie in a most becoming way. "I gotta get ready for our next dance, you know."
    Next, she orders them a few refreshing drinks, and while waiting for them, she leans in close so her company can hear her over the hustle and bustle of the crowing crowd. "Now I think you owe me an explanation, Nunzio. Who taught you how to dance? What other secrets are you hiding from me?"
    It had been a joy to just dance and not having to worry about the underlying ploy beneath the steps. She was safe in Nunzio's company, and in his hold, it was somewhat difficult to know that this camaraderie would eventually have to end. Outside the grotto is a different world where the four families attend to the needs of the people within their little circles. Such left it nearly impossible to mingle on terms most appropriate that did not involve stepping into the grotto.
    For now, she has his attention, and she will be taking full advantage of it.
    "Next, you're going to tell me you know how to play the violin and serenade the pretty ladies late at night." The very idea of it made the woman smile; it did fit him rather well, the image of him singing and playing a pretty instrument, all the catch the heart of a lovely gal. "Don't tell me if that's untrue, I'd rather you allow me that image."
    Briefly, their conversation is interrupted by the doorman. His excuse for the intrusion was a card with a single dot in the middle of it, and nothing else. Isadora knew instantly who it belonged to and grabbed the white card before shooing the doorman back to his post. It would appear that her friend has finally arrived to the festivities, now she'll wait and see if Riforte will step into the grotto.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from danzilla3 in Masquerade! Every face a different shade!   
    @danzilla3
    Milorian expected a ceremony as it was the natural flow of things. Even though their House is a small, marriage is celebrated in a robust manner that would impress most of higher rank. For them, it was welcoming another into their pack, an individual that adds to the happiness of the House and honoring the Mythal name. Days of celebration full of drinking and merriment; he can only imagine what Grant and Delphine's wedding will be.
    Other projects, she thinks to herself with a mild smile on her face. Having lived the majority of her life in the care of the Seekers, she has known little else outside of those strict comforts. She is not an ignorant creature, she knows that she will be an essential individual who is required to take her tasks seriously and formally. That means she has to stand side-by-side with strangers - humans. The very idea made her fearful and uncomfortable.
    It will do her good to displace herself some. She has become far too comfortable in the arms of her saviors, neglecting the outside world and its various wonders.
    "We have something similar," Delphine said, offering Grant a hopeful smile. "I agree with this ritual."
    "It's true, so such a ritual is not unfamiliar to us."
    Milo also offered Grant a bit of encouragement. Marriage is a contract that is not broken, and because elves live long lives anyway, eternity is not abnormal.
    "Naturally, Delphine will come with a dowry, and your names will be entered into our registry. These are non-negotiable subjects, of course."
    There wasn't much more to say, at least not until the two finally take their vows. There is enough time for such, which is comforting, because he will have to ensure that this entire debacle won't look like he is attempting to extend his reach too far off places. As the simple figure-head, his rule is superficial at best. There are laws he must also follow, and there are individuals that will ensure he is kept in his place.
    "I can't offer you anything else but my blessing, but if there is anything needed, you may ask Austere and his wife."
    "You give us your acceptance?"
    "If I said no, would you stay? Both of you have already taken this outside my grasp and given me no choice but to do so."
    He looked at them like a disappointed father would. They're adults with responsibilities, they knew better than to go about their ways as if they held no responsibilities. He could chastise them, even force Delphine to stay, yet that would not remove the child from her womb, nor would it deplete their love for one another. Annoyance aside, he can at least relax, knowing that Grant will care for Delphine a great deal and will do anything to ensure that she is happy and safe. There is little else he can ask of the man aside from that.
    "Beyond that, it's comforting to know you two care for one another and ... that's something rare. I'm happy for the both of you - truly."
     
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Mickey Flash in LONG LIVE THE QUEEN [OOC]   
    Excited for this!
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    Aleksei got a reaction from ReachForStars in The Council Makes A Decision[Canon][Jiyū]   
    Dalia was most pleased with how the Council jumped right into the subject that had been presented to them. In a way, this topic is her bread and butter. A majority of her work had been providing the others with brief information that helped sustain their current positions as council members. She was that bridge of information that assisted those far too busy and occupied with building than mingling.
    "The need to grow strong soon is a bit superfluous at this point," she finally says. "Our focus should shift to the need to grow within a far healthier standard that best benefits the people that have come to depend on its current rulers."
    She pauses, taking a few seconds to collect her words. Strength will come in a variety of choices and actions; already, it's clear that Jiyū is no short supply of advantages, now it's time to use that strength to encourage their stability and growth. There is no need for Jiyū to become the best, the strongest, and anything else within that same vein of thinking. Any collection of needs are dependent on the people who have put their hopes on the shoulders of the collective minds of the Council and the leader of such.
    "In terms of a monarchy, we need to discuss the kind of monarchy would be more beneficial to the people of Jiyū and how we may exercise our rights as council beneath the new monarch."
    Monarchy is a rather big umbrella term that can be misconstrued depending on the situation. They should begin thinking about what kind of monarchy they want and go from there.
    "A parliamentary monarchy will have it where a two-chamber parliament holds sovereign power. The parliament will have members that can are elected by the citizens of Jiyū, and the maximum term can be decided upon."
    She wasn't too fond of that but could appreciate the provided opinion of her fellow council member.
    "There is also the idea of a constitutional monarchy, with a few extras peppered in. I believe that there needs to be a compromise between placing blind trust in a lineage of kings and queens who've inherited power, a constitutional monarchy with a blend of monarchal rule and representative democracy."
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Dabi in The Council Makes A Decision[Canon][Jiyū]   
    Dalia was most pleased with how the Council jumped right into the subject that had been presented to them. In a way, this topic is her bread and butter. A majority of her work had been providing the others with brief information that helped sustain their current positions as council members. She was that bridge of information that assisted those far too busy and occupied with building than mingling.
    "The need to grow strong soon is a bit superfluous at this point," she finally says. "Our focus should shift to the need to grow within a far healthier standard that best benefits the people that have come to depend on its current rulers."
    She pauses, taking a few seconds to collect her words. Strength will come in a variety of choices and actions; already, it's clear that Jiyū is no short supply of advantages, now it's time to use that strength to encourage their stability and growth. There is no need for Jiyū to become the best, the strongest, and anything else within that same vein of thinking. Any collection of needs are dependent on the people who have put their hopes on the shoulders of the collective minds of the Council and the leader of such.
    "In terms of a monarchy, we need to discuss the kind of monarchy would be more beneficial to the people of Jiyū and how we may exercise our rights as council beneath the new monarch."
    Monarchy is a rather big umbrella term that can be misconstrued depending on the situation. They should begin thinking about what kind of monarchy they want and go from there.
    "A parliamentary monarchy will have it where a two-chamber parliament holds sovereign power. The parliament will have members that can are elected by the citizens of Jiyū, and the maximum term can be decided upon."
    She wasn't too fond of that but could appreciate the provided opinion of her fellow council member.
    "There is also the idea of a constitutional monarchy, with a few extras peppered in. I believe that there needs to be a compromise between placing blind trust in a lineage of kings and queens who've inherited power, a constitutional monarchy with a blend of monarchal rule and representative democracy."
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Mickey Flash in LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!.... But where is she?   
    I'll throw in Areille Give us an opportunity for her and Skacharm to meet and give her some face time.
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    Aleksei reacted to DarkHorse in Masquerade! Every face a different shade!   
    @Aleksei
    Odelia took opportunity where it presented itself, and tonight it was knocking on her door. She felt emboldened, secure, even a little sexy if she were to be honest with herself. Rarely did she play games of flirtation, but tonight she felt a little bold. It was Austere's undivided attention that instigated her little game. So infrequently did she have it that she decided to simply bedazzle him into needing it more, in fact this was her first full hearted attempt at doing so. Initially she asked her twin for help, certainly the ex lover of Oscar Uldwar knew a thing or two about charming a man..... even if her twin's lover was a repulsive monster. Riha agreed, but as their time unfolded - she seemed as clueless as Odelia!
    Odelia was surprised at the alarming rate of success she had so far at charming her husband. Tonight he was all hers, and she wasn't letting go, not for a moment. 
    "Dance with me, imp." 
    With the grace and poise of the lady she was, despite her exhaustion, Odelia smoothly fit into his hands. Back straight, spine slightly arched, hand perched gently in his, chin tilted up at a perfect angle. A wide and genuine smile curved up the corners of her lips as she looked up at him. Except they didn't start dancing, a slight twitch to the fingers around her waist, his expression changing from spellbound to confused to - something else? 
    Odelia's heart began to race in that panicked way it often did when something didn't seem right. She began to feel like that caged bird all over again, the urge to curl in on herself almost overwhelming her. She resisted the urge until he quite firmly thrust her away from him. Immediately her game was forgotten and her smile vanished, nausea threatening to upend her stomach right onto his shoes. Inwardly she scolded herself - how could she be so stupid!? Thinking someone could actually care for her, she'd forgotten her place and flew too close to the sun! 
    As his fingers traced her stomach gently her chest tightened even more, he'd figured it out...... Odelia's trauma stained brain memorized every expression that cross his face, studying it for danger, a sign that he was going to suddenly turn and hurt her - pain, sorrow - but no joy, she saw no joy. Suddenly she felt woozy, as she had before, like she was going to feint....
    His words, usually so eloquent, sounded as if they came with difficulty. He confirmed what she'd been hinting at, finally feeling it with his own hands and then seeing with his own eyes the changes. That enchanting glow to her skin, the slight changes to her stomach, even her hair seemed to take on a glorious life of its own....it wasn't the moonlight creating an illusion. 
    Nearly hyperventilating she almost missed the tears that streamed down Austere's face. Were they good? Were they bad? 
    Odelia began to cry too, mostly out of fear. Her face felt hot and flush, nausea reaching a new level as she tried to keep herself calm. 
    "Yes," She managed to choke out, "Yes I am."
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ganu_Candali in LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!.... But where is she?   
    I'll throw in Areille Give us an opportunity for her and Skacharm to meet and give her some face time.
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    Nunzio laughed; his body was warm and his face was flushed, and not just because of the athleticism of the dance. He hooked his arms under Isadora's to keep her on her feet and the feel of her body so close to his slowed down his perception of time to a dream-like state. His gaze on her was far different from the gaze he gave most broads; there was no hint of the hunter in his eyes, no hint that she might be an object to be, if not claimed, then admired from afar like a fancy painting behind a velvet rope in a museum. Anyone looking to that gaze for evidence that he saw Isadora to be in some way beneath him would be disappointed.
    "You're the boss, Boss Fedele," he grinned, helping her back over to the bar and the stool that had formerly been his. "I'll make the next one a little slower, yeah?"
    Two-by stood off to the side, still close enough to Isadora and Jacob (@danzilla3) to be conversational, but not so close that he could be mistaken for looming over anyone. He grinned at Jacob, his eyes sparkling; the vigorous physical activity had his blood flowing a little hotter than normal, and the expression on his face was readable by even the dullest mook. It said: "Break my arms if you gotta, but it was totally worth it."
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    Ido was still balling that stupid fist of his, and Vincenzo noticed the mobsters' cheeks were more than a little flushed. Vincent found himself wrapped in thought, his eyes flicking between the fist, and Ido's tense body language. He might be a moron, but the moron happened to have a button, so he couldn't lay a finger on the guy. 'naw, wait, some of the fellas were calling him, uh....'boss?' Corleone's chartreuse eyes flicked quickly around Ido's ruffled suit, 'That is a good lookin' fit. Aw, hell, a mover couldn't buy that shit.'
    Maybe he could get his drunk ass to miss, hit a wall? Then, surely, he could just shove the guy, just a little. 'Or, this town ain't worth it, and I juice his brains.' Vincent made a small shrug, and nodded his head slightly. Tempting.
    But this gig paid gold, and he heard the other workers talking about the club being open, "after hours." But to get to that gold, and the club, he had to get past Ido. Or keep Ido from getting past him. Vincent finally tore his eyes from Ido, and grimaced. Captain galaxy brain here had attracted a crowd. And it was getting bigger too. 'Ahhh, come on.' He bemoaned, teeth beginning to grind. 
    Ido was about to swing, dammit, Vincent knew that now. What to do? What to-
    "Huh?" Ido said, turning. When Riforte took that step forward, Ido confusedly looked the woman up and down. His movements were not sluggish, but they were not far behind, either. Then she told him to move, with some spice added. He took a moment to process that, and so did Vincent. Ido blinked, then his face scrunched into impudent rage. "Or, be moved? Who the fuck are you, you dumb bitch? Do you even know who the fuck I am? Who da' fuck do you think you are, walking up on me like that?"
    He began to say something else, but was cut off. 
    "You- Uh, what?" He stammered, momentarily shocked. The way she looked down at him, despite the height difference, unnerved Ido slightly. She didn't even give the man the dignity of time spent, instead, she left him with a glare. 
    For Vincent it roused un-gentlemanly feelings. It also saved his big behind, for the time being. He wasn't sure which shocked him more, Ido's stammering, the lady's words, or how pretty the woman herself looked. Honestly, somewhere in there all three mixed. Vincent cleared his throat slightly, looking at Riforte. Just like Ido, he looked at some unspecific point on her face, somewhere between her mouth and ears- but not her eyes. Then, she looked at him, and began to speak.
    He looked her over. She hadn't given him her name, so the list wouldn't help. Her clothes did, however. 'Money. Lots of money.'
    He sniffed, and noticed curls of smoke wafting from her beautiful, wonder- 'Keep it solid Vince, stop gawking and work, you mule.' He cleared his throat again. The smoke smelled like a Mombosa, he'd only ever treated himself to that brand once in his life, after a very cheeky safe cracking. It also happened to be inside the safe and the money barely covered the job, but hey, it was a nice cigar. All things considered, she probably belonged. Even still, he had met grifters with charm like hers, and so he would need a name. 
    But then Ido roared, and swung at Riforte. This was likely fueled by drink, and being shown up twice in ten minutes. His fist sailed overhead, a brass knuck' laced between it. Vincent saw it, his eyes flicking to Ido's outstretched arm and twisting torso. He rumbled a deep groan, and did the only thing he could. 
    Thunk. The crowd gasped, dripping in dramatic delight. Vincent had stepped in front of the swing, regardless of how many other, more intelligent, options there might have been. The brass knuckles had caught Vince in the back of his head, and he stumbled slightly as a result. Blood began to drip from the back of his skull and down his right ear. His eyes met Riforte for a moment, a mixture of pride and apology communicated silently.
    "What the fuck....." Mumbled Ido, his eyes wide, his fist drawing back.
    Vincent slowly turned his head back to Ido, then back to Riforte. "Ahem," he coughed, again. He withdrew a small pad from his blazer, and said. "Name please."
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Twitterpated in Make Predator's Keep Great Again - I   
    Myrlande allowed herself to become slightly distracted by the attention being paid to her by the purring creature. It wasn't an odd happenstance that the beast would find itself interested in the woman, but such a thing is a conversation for another day. Right now, she must attend to this young child who is barely wet behind the ears; his lack of experience showed in his superfluous speeches, though that is not a terrible thing. It made him smart and keen; he knew that he must appear to be a reliable individual to the people of the Keep. To do so, he must paint himself to be an adult.
    Giving the lion one final scratch behind the ears, she gestured for the boy and his companion to follow her. She needs to take a turn around the land to get familiar with it again. The air itself was different. The people were strong, but there was a kind of hesitance to their moves, and the music of the hustle and bustle was distinct in more ways than she could say. This was a different Predator's Keep, and that meant whatever power she may have had is almost nonexistent, and no matter his namesake, Kairos is just a fancy face with a fancy name.
    "Impasse," she said out lowed, a reflection of her convoluted thoughts. Once she was satisfied they were far enough from curious ears, she sat on the ground with a heavy sigh wooshing from her lungs. "Impasse."
    "I've no interest in the leader you claim to become. Minds change too often, time shapes us crudely, and we can't be so eager to carve our path when we've not the tools to do so."
    Reaching into the folds of her jacket, she withdraws what could be described as a want. It was an elaborate creation that fit the woman perfectly; carved from a dragon's horn, Myrlande had spent weeks shaping it the way she felt was most appropriate for her at the time it was made. Right now it feels odd, having not held it in such a long while, she struggled to manifest its power, which creates a disconnect between herself and it. It's odd.
    "First, you are nothing if you operate alone. You can claim to be whatever great thing you want, but if there is no one to support that, then you are no one."
    Tapping her wand against her knee, she continues to explain. "It would be in your best interest to recreate the council."
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    "Il mio cuore."
    Much like a flower to the sun, she leaned into the palm of his hand. The familiarity of his comforting gesture made the woman melt into the folds of her blanket and sheets. She can relax now that she was absolutely sure this was home, and it's not the drugs playing their tricks on her struggling mind.
    The good doctor wasn't sure what kind of drugs used, and that meant there was no real 'cure' to give her to help her come down from the high. When Jacob touched her face, she felt as if her skin was being peeled off her skull. It was out of reaction, she searched his palm out, and at the first shock of phantom pain, she nuzzled into his hand more against her better judgment. She would describe the bed sheets feeling like razors and her blanket, a heavy boulder pressing down on her. Isadora knew she was going to suffer for some hours to come, so she chose to ignore the pain to cling to her brother as an anchor to the reality surrounding her.
    In those silent minutes, she allowed her tears to fall freely. Jacob would never hold her weaknesses against her, and for that, she felt free to show him the pain she's been holding back. Surrounded by familiar walls, she can allow herself this moment of reprieve; far away from the rest of the world outside her window, she can happily dissolve into a tearful puddle. Her reputation is built on years of lies, lies that have helped recreate the Fedele name. She can't allow a few tears to ruin that image.
    "We have a problem."
    Clearly, but it was not what he might think it is. Anyone would believe that her torture was a slight to the Fedele name. Going against her meant going against her brother, and that is a call to war. The streets will be covered in blood again, the people will have to suffer because of the actions of others, and the other familia will have to decide what side they want to stand on. In this peculiar case, her torture affects them all, but it's not because of the same ol' back n' forth between the four.
    It's not in her nature to lie or withhold pertinent information that could affect their home; she won't keep this close to her chest and wait for something like this to happen again to someone else.
    "Vampires, Jacob."
    Biting down on her bottom lip to stifle her sobs, she grabs his comforting hand and presses his fingers against the base of her neck. There he would feel a small brand: V. Nowhere in the history books does it state that every noble family was human. Jacob wasn't a dense man, and he would know the brand well enough as the siblings had studied that family.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ataraxy in A History Unearthed - June 06, 2020   
    Izzy will tag along ❤️
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    Dalia thrives under the pressure of paperwork. Some would say that she is a demon for work, which could not be further from the truth. She will not allow them to grow comfortable when there is far too much to do, and far too many chances that can be missed. Every opportunity needs a good eye, and she is there to ensure that everything is appropriately accounted for.
    She'd rather not have to worry about these kinds of things. Honestly, her life would be infinitely better if she didn't have to deal with the random changes happening within the growing Jiyan. She can see it now: days filled with nothing but casual conversations, the occasional game of rummy, and copious amount of alcohol - perfection. Ah well, she thinks to herself, it is what it is. Work is work, and she can't complain too much, most would be grateful to be so involved in the construction of a new place.
    Dalia is most grateful. So grateful that's why she has arrived some minutes before the stated meeting time. Being polite, she did not enter the meeting room just yet. Instead, she took a seat within the lobby area of the city hall, were can quietly keep to herself and watch for other arrivals. There she can casually flip through the files of information she has accumulated over the last few days. Being prepared for these kinds of meetings took patience, something she has copious amounts of. It doesn't mean she is prepared for everything, though, these kinds of things often take weird turns when people with differing opinions get involved.
    Green eyes scan the files with some diligence; it's clear she's a tad bored waiting for everyone to arrive. Unable to look at her paperwork any longer, she reclines in her chair and twirls a strand of her golden hair with some impatience.
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    She didn't get a written invention because she's terrible about checking the mail, and there's never anyone home to get it for her. When Isadora approached her about the little get-together, the woman wasn't initially enthralled about attending the party. There was a time she would dip herself in finery and make a scene, but those days are long gone, and she no longer has the patience to entertain a crowd. Getting a written invitation meant a hanging obligation she's going to have to grab; a verbal invite, that gave her a little bit more wiggle room not to go.
     
    And she wasn't going to go.
     
    Taking a long drag off her java cigar, the woman waited outside the little shindig, contemplating her terrible choices while the party roars on behind her. Time was now coming back to her in waves, offering moments of respite - like so. Isadora did not invite her so that they could talk shop; the Under Boss invited her because she wanted to evaluate her new "friend." Isadora is tracking this woman like one does an animal, and she isn't sure if she should feel flattered that Isadora is interested or peeved.
     
    It was probably peeved. The woman dislikes nosy people.
     
    While working up the nerve to go into the party, the choice to move was made for her. The little commotion outside the party snagged her ear, and looking 'round the corner, she saw the heart of it all. These kinds of unsophisticated get-togethers are always ripe with energy; it's only natural someone ends up bleeding or - better - dead. Flicking the last of her cigar into the inky darkness surrounding the grotto, she shoves her hands in her pockets and approaches.
     
    Golden hues watch the intriguing scene develop as the more abused faction of this confrontation bristle. Like the smoke snaking out from between her painted lips, she wafts through the growing crowd interested in the soon-to-be one-sided beating.
     
    "You need to move," she says behind Ido. At this time, Riforte took the initiative to step forward in an attempt to get the ball rolling here. "Or be moved, boy."
     
    Boy, such a nasty little word considering the speaker. Riforte is a slender thing with dark curls that frame her face in a rather angelic way; her features are emphasized by freckles that traverse the range of her nose and beneath her bright eyes. Pouted lips twitched into a small knowing smirk.
     
    "I have a meeting to get to with Isadora Fedele, and I have a feeling she isn't going to appreciate you making me late."
     
    There's a threat buried in there somewhere. Shifting her weight from her left leg to her right, she looks down her nose at Ido, even though he towers over her. Her attire said 'good money' with its ridiculous couture flair, but her manners were saying otherwise. She isn't going to let this random man ruin her unplanned night because he's throwing a tantrum. Giving Ido one last seething look, she turns her attention to the bouncer (@Darthgamer101), her gaze softer so he doesn't think she's trying to front him.
     
    "May I go in?"
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    He took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. There, she was spun into place and kept at arm's length for a bit, almost as if he was giving her a chance to rethink her decision. In truth, it was a moment that surprised her, for their dance is going to be a sumptuous affair, something she hadn't expected. Isadora shot her dancing partner a broad smile that reached her ruby hues - she's delighted with her choice.
    With her heart hanging in the air, she was pushed into a storm, and the world as she knew it began to spin. Guided by the hefty rhythm of the music, Isadora instantly regretted her choice of attire. When offering the opportunity of dance, many of her partners take advantage of the hype behind her name and attempt to seduce her with languid gestures. Dancing close with bodies pressed against one another is a sensual kind of language she is fluent in. This sudden change in pace was abnormal, to say the least.
    Her concern over her dress was quickly washed away; Nunzio knew precisely what he was doing and gently guided her with powerful spins and demanding pulls. The pads of her feet slapped the floor as she matched his excitement. Her hair whipped about her face as they sliced the crowd, forcing anyone in their path to freckle the outskirts of the dance floor. This opening was a bit of a challenge to those willing enough to put their pride on the line. It was unfortunate for them to be so soundly set aside as she and Nunzio took their place as champions of this dance.
    His actions were demanding many things from her, and she was quick to oblige him. The exhilaration of having an enjoyable dancing partner kept her in tune with him, but it was an exhausting feat! Time was passing by them in a somewhat jagged flow, some moments she swore they were suspended in time, others it was if she were minutes ahead of everyone else. She knew they had gone more than a handful of turns by the way her legs felt like jelly, and how her heart pounded against her chest. Isadora is rather sure her partner can hear the thrum of excitement coursing through her veins.
    "No more!" she exclaimed on one final pull in. She collided with his chest, nearly falling to her knees from exhaustion, but she held his hands to keep herself up. Her laughter dances above the heads of the dancing occupants, and perhaps a bit further if it wasn't for the rise of the music and chatter of the crowd. "I need a break!" Laughter tickles her words while she looks up at her dance partner, who is no doubt feeling the weakness in her knees as she (unknowingly) begins to sink to the floor. "Unless you plan on swinging me around on your shoulders, to which I would then have to oblige you!"
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    She didn't get a written invention because she's terrible about checking the mail, and there's never anyone home to get it for her. When Isadora approached her about the little get-together, the woman wasn't initially enthralled about attending the party. There was a time she would dip herself in finery and make a scene, but those days are long gone, and she no longer has the patience to entertain a crowd. Getting a written invitation meant a hanging obligation she's going to have to grab; a verbal invite, that gave her a little bit more wiggle room not to go.
     
    And she wasn't going to go.
     
    Taking a long drag off her java cigar, the woman waited outside the little shindig, contemplating her terrible choices while the party roars on behind her. Time was now coming back to her in waves, offering moments of respite - like so. Isadora did not invite her so that they could talk shop; the Under Boss invited her because she wanted to evaluate her new "friend." Isadora is tracking this woman like one does an animal, and she isn't sure if she should feel flattered that Isadora is interested or peeved.
     
    It was probably peeved. The woman dislikes nosy people.
     
    While working up the nerve to go into the party, the choice to move was made for her. The little commotion outside the party snagged her ear, and looking 'round the corner, she saw the heart of it all. These kinds of unsophisticated get-togethers are always ripe with energy; it's only natural someone ends up bleeding or - better - dead. Flicking the last of her cigar into the inky darkness surrounding the grotto, she shoves her hands in her pockets and approaches.
     
    Golden hues watch the intriguing scene develop as the more abused faction of this confrontation bristle. Like the smoke snaking out from between her painted lips, she wafts through the growing crowd interested in the soon-to-be one-sided beating.
     
    "You need to move," she says behind Ido. At this time, Riforte took the initiative to step forward in an attempt to get the ball rolling here. "Or be moved, boy."
     
    Boy, such a nasty little word considering the speaker. Riforte is a slender thing with dark curls that frame her face in a rather angelic way; her features are emphasized by freckles that traverse the range of her nose and beneath her bright eyes. Pouted lips twitched into a small knowing smirk.
     
    "I have a meeting to get to with Isadora Fedele, and I have a feeling she isn't going to appreciate you making me late."
     
    There's a threat buried in there somewhere. Shifting her weight from her left leg to her right, she looks down her nose at Ido, even though he towers over her. Her attire said 'good money' with its ridiculous couture flair, but her manners were saying otherwise. She isn't going to let this random man ruin her unplanned night because he's throwing a tantrum. Giving Ido one last seething look, she turns her attention to the bouncer (@Darthgamer101), her gaze softer so he doesn't think she's trying to front him.
     
    "May I go in?"
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    He took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. There, she was spun into place and kept at arm's length for a bit, almost as if he was giving her a chance to rethink her decision. In truth, it was a moment that surprised her, for their dance is going to be a sumptuous affair, something she hadn't expected. Isadora shot her dancing partner a broad smile that reached her ruby hues - she's delighted with her choice.
    With her heart hanging in the air, she was pushed into a storm, and the world as she knew it began to spin. Guided by the hefty rhythm of the music, Isadora instantly regretted her choice of attire. When offering the opportunity of dance, many of her partners take advantage of the hype behind her name and attempt to seduce her with languid gestures. Dancing close with bodies pressed against one another is a sensual kind of language she is fluent in. This sudden change in pace was abnormal, to say the least.
    Her concern over her dress was quickly washed away; Nunzio knew precisely what he was doing and gently guided her with powerful spins and demanding pulls. The pads of her feet slapped the floor as she matched his excitement. Her hair whipped about her face as they sliced the crowd, forcing anyone in their path to freckle the outskirts of the dance floor. This opening was a bit of a challenge to those willing enough to put their pride on the line. It was unfortunate for them to be so soundly set aside as she and Nunzio took their place as champions of this dance.
    His actions were demanding many things from her, and she was quick to oblige him. The exhilaration of having an enjoyable dancing partner kept her in tune with him, but it was an exhausting feat! Time was passing by them in a somewhat jagged flow, some moments she swore they were suspended in time, others it was if she were minutes ahead of everyone else. She knew they had gone more than a handful of turns by the way her legs felt like jelly, and how her heart pounded against her chest. Isadora is rather sure her partner can hear the thrum of excitement coursing through her veins.
    "No more!" she exclaimed on one final pull in. She collided with his chest, nearly falling to her knees from exhaustion, but she held his hands to keep herself up. Her laughter dances above the heads of the dancing occupants, and perhaps a bit further if it wasn't for the rise of the music and chatter of the crowd. "I need a break!" Laughter tickles her words while she looks up at her dance partner, who is no doubt feeling the weakness in her knees as she (unknowingly) begins to sink to the floor. "Unless you plan on swinging me around on your shoulders, to which I would then have to oblige you!"
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    He took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. There, she was spun into place and kept at arm's length for a bit, almost as if he was giving her a chance to rethink her decision. In truth, it was a moment that surprised her, for their dance is going to be a sumptuous affair, something she hadn't expected. Isadora shot her dancing partner a broad smile that reached her ruby hues - she's delighted with her choice.
    With her heart hanging in the air, she was pushed into a storm, and the world as she knew it began to spin. Guided by the hefty rhythm of the music, Isadora instantly regretted her choice of attire. When offering the opportunity of dance, many of her partners take advantage of the hype behind her name and attempt to seduce her with languid gestures. Dancing close with bodies pressed against one another is a sensual kind of language she is fluent in. This sudden change in pace was abnormal, to say the least.
    Her concern over her dress was quickly washed away; Nunzio knew precisely what he was doing and gently guided her with powerful spins and demanding pulls. The pads of her feet slapped the floor as she matched his excitement. Her hair whipped about her face as they sliced the crowd, forcing anyone in their path to freckle the outskirts of the dance floor. This opening was a bit of a challenge to those willing enough to put their pride on the line. It was unfortunate for them to be so soundly set aside as she and Nunzio took their place as champions of this dance.
    His actions were demanding many things from her, and she was quick to oblige him. The exhilaration of having an enjoyable dancing partner kept her in tune with him, but it was an exhausting feat! Time was passing by them in a somewhat jagged flow, some moments she swore they were suspended in time, others it was if she were minutes ahead of everyone else. She knew they had gone more than a handful of turns by the way her legs felt like jelly, and how her heart pounded against her chest. Isadora is rather sure her partner can hear the thrum of excitement coursing through her veins.
    "No more!" she exclaimed on one final pull in. She collided with his chest, nearly falling to her knees from exhaustion, but she held his hands to keep herself up. Her laughter dances above the heads of the dancing occupants, and perhaps a bit further if it wasn't for the rise of the music and chatter of the crowd. "I need a break!" Laughter tickles her words while she looks up at her dance partner, who is no doubt feeling the weakness in her knees as she (unknowingly) begins to sink to the floor. "Unless you plan on swinging me around on your shoulders, to which I would then have to oblige you!"
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    The history of Lagrimosa can be dated back to long before the Terran Empire and, even, the Oligarchy. Over 900 years ago it was ruled by partnered queens, a royal merger. This is known. This recorded. This is fact.
    Genesaris can be traced back to the First Era, a time of gods and chaos, where it sat within its protective barrier. Unknown to all. Now, however, this is known. This is recorded. This is fact.
    But what about Renovatio or, as it used to be called Tellus Mater? Can we even truthfully say that Tellus Mater is the original name of the floating islands? The history of Renovatio has been lost to the times. Records destroyed during war and uprisings. Names forgotten as their great grandchildren join the soil once more. Those history books that have remained intact record only that of the Cartyr Empire, which began an estimated one hundred and thirty four years ago. Though there may be scratches and scribbles of the Days of Chaos before the Cartyr rule, that knowledge remains whispers. Near silent to even those with both ears upon the ground. 
    That, then, begs the question: What existed before Renovatio? What, or who, ruled the lands before the Cartyrs? Was the land always floating? Was it always broken into hundreds of independent islands? Historians, scholars, archaeologists and the like have been searching without rest since Primera's throne stabilized. With the rise of the new Grand Kommadant and the instability of Nehalen caused by the death of its PRIMES, the search was about to be put on hold...
     
    ... but the answers were found during the Cult of Power's invasion. The Battle of Nu Sicily was the invasion's single most gruesome and bloody conflict. It was as if the city had suddenly awoken from a long slumber and bared its fangs at the Paragons who invaded. So much blood was spilt and life lost a few miles south of Nu Sicily that the ground beneath the deceased warriors continues to run red all these months later. 
    The soil, thick and loose with liquid, gave away. Collapsed. Revealing a complex catacomb that is as if a maze. Diagrams are painted on the walls and crypts can be found in various positions depending on who they were when alive. 
    Rumors have become screams and ignorance has become knowledge. But so much remains unknown. So much yet remains to be found. 
    Who will traverse into these catacombs to finally unearth the lost history of Nehalen? Of Renovatio? Of Tellus Mater?
    Of Aedronir? O.o
    After what feels like forever, the Renovation project I most looked forward to carrying has been officially approved by the awesome @Aleksei and I definitely have not been poking her to review it for weeks like an excited child 😄
    I always found it weird that Genesaris and Lagrimosa had these complex and awesome canon histories to play with, but Renovatio had diddly squat. There were histories for each land, sure, lands that got swept away with the times and no longer apply to Renovatio. But there had never been something... all encompassing. Something that players could use regardless of where you are in Renovatio. At time before the lands were split and divided. An explanation for why Renovatio is the way it is beyond the whispers of religious beliefs. 
    BUT I didn't want to just, you know, throw it out there without any care because I super like the history. It's filled with betrayal and violence and peace and diplomacy and love and hate and tragedy and loss. So that's where this thread comes in! It also helps to solidify some of the history details that I haven't quite 100% decided on. 
    Yeah. Who's ready for a catacomb crawl where the histories of Renovatio are unearthed in-character through back flashes, storybooks, wall drawings, tombs, and all sorts of fun adventures!
    Note that not everything will be covered in this thread and everything not covered will be revealed when Aleksei posts the history in Reno's lore homepage at her own convenience. Hopefully not before the end of this thread but not too long after lol
    Should be fun! You'll be able to say you were the first to know 🙂
    Oh and there might be some juicy IC rewards found in the tombs! Who knows what weapons and tools have been lost to the sands of time. 
     
    Spoiler: I may or may not have intertwined some of the Marzanna law into this, so if you're interested in that, well,  join!
     
    Starting around May 20th, give or take a few days~
     
    Who are my Valucre Archaeologists?
    Ataraxy (moi)  
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    'As far back as I can remember. I always wanted to be a gangster.'
    Vincenzo Corleone stood steady outside the Fedele fueled sortie, his back lit by the glowing and flickering, changing lights. Hoots and hollers, the scent of fine cigars, even better booze. It sounded like a damn riot in there. A fun one too. And here he was, outside. Of course he was, the bouncer couldn't very well be inside. At least the cobblestone out here was just as pretty as the grotto in, at least he assumed so, every time he tried to look in the barracuda looking bastard who hired him gave him the stink eye. So, no booze, no riot, no fun. He might very well be the only bastard in Nu Sicily not in that fucking party. 
    'So why the hell did I sign up to be bouncer?' 
    Well, it could be that he had been trying to get an in to one of these families for years. It could be that he had been moving mounds of work, while the soldats took credit. It could be that he had lived a life of crime and knew more about it than he knew how to breathe, but he couldn't tell that to the Salvatore don's long lost cousin 12 times fucking removed. He certainly couldn't tell that crocodile looking cunt Centanni bookie that he could do his job better. He also probably shouldn't tell his Gualtiero rack-man that he could do his job better than him, because he was Made. Nor, unfortunately, could he tell the Fedele fuckwads that they would make more running their booze than drinking it. It could be that he had been putting in his time, trying to get the damn button.  It could be that this was his first family job and he should be grateful.
    "But not like this," he rumbled.  He looked down at one of his big paws, "Maybe they'll get so drunk they forget to drink all of it."
    He had been booted from one city for his lack of omertà, he was not quick to grow that number. So how had he gotten this job? Well-
    Vincent turned his head slightly to the entrance, "Ah fuck, here we go," he sighed, lifting the red rope that covered the door. No sooner had he cleared the doorway than a Centanni capo came stumbling out of it. Sprawled on the cobble from a shove, Vincent lowered his considerable bulk to heave Ido to his feet. "Up we go, there ya a-" 
    "Get the fuck offa me! Did I ask for your goddamn help?!" The gentleman yelled, pushing helping hands away. 
    Vincent held up his hands, "Alright, alright. See? Not touching. Now if-" SLAP
    Vincent's head turned very slightly. He huffed out a quick, angry breath. Ido kept yelling. He certainly couldn't say shit to Two-by (@veloci-rapture), but Vincent? Fair game. So Ido yelled, and slapped. What he said Vincent didn't know, he had tuned him out as soon as he got hit. He made sure not to make eye contact, for Ido's benefit too, but mostly to keep from doing something stupid. 
    'So how did I get this job?' He pondered, thinking. 'Ah. Yeah. The old lady.'
    It had been a sunny day, if not a little breezy. Vincenzo had been collecting his dues, selling ciggies as he went. Only benefit of being unmade, he kept all his own profits. He could move as much as he wanted, if the soldats he worked for gave him the leeway. Cowardly cads were all hat and no cattle. He'd find a way up, eventually, past them. But on that day, he kept his head down and worked. Covering business to business, house to house, whore house to casino to bank to bar, all owed protection. And it was as he turned a corner with a smile, to rough down a particularly resistant barber, he saw a little old lady screaming and doing her best to keep her purse. 
    Across the street sat four goodfellas, with plans and invitations, arguing over weapons at parties. Sinking a martini, one said, "We can't let them keep their pieces, with this much booze."
    Another said, "They won't show up, with that much booze, without their pieces."
    "Don't give em' the choice then," one ventured. 
    "Or just the specials? .22's are just big pellets anyways."
    And as they continued, that little old lady started screaming. They all turned, aghast and furious. A straight? The code? in broad goddamn daylight? One of the mafiosos stood, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin, "I got this," she said with a sigh. "You sure, Lori?" Asked an older man sat at the table.
    "Yeah, I'll be right back."
    It was just then, that Vincent turned the corner. Just as the button-woman began to say, "hey!" Just then, the scumbag found his world going dark.
    What Loretta saw, she would go on to talk of for years to come. A great big bear in a suit, who vaguely resembled a man with green eyes and a brown leather hat, grabbed the robber by the head. His mitt encompassed the entirety of the other mans head. Who, it might be mentioned, was not short. The other guy was over six foot, and looked like he had used that to his advantage plenty of times. But as Loretta would attest, it hardly seemed to matter.  The burglar began to scream, and Vincent gripped one of the fella's arms. Then, he threw him.
    Threw. Not tossed, not a little stumble, or a shove. The offender was airborne for a solid 6 feet, into a wall. His feet did not touch the ground, and his whole body made an arc in the air until a heavy and wet smack was made on brick. Vincent took the now limp body, and dragged it into an alley. He looked at Loretta, who stood in the street not too far from them now. "Take this, and get going." Vincent grumbled, handing a bag of coins to the old woman with a gentle pat. 
    He steeled himself, 'That man must have been made, fuck.' But he resolved not to stand down, he'd argue for his actions. Waiting, he watched Loretta approach. 
    She looked to the alley, and the small streak of blood on the wall, then back to Vincenzo Corleone. She cleared her throat. "The Fedele's need a bouncer for a party. You want a job?"
    "Know your place you stupid gum-brained goombah, huh? Are you listening to me? Anything in there you stupid meathead?"
    'Right. Maybe I should have said no.'
    "Listen, fella. You need to leave." Vincent clicked the rope back. "You can't go back in, so what's this gonna get you huh?" 
    Being careful not to make eye contact, Vincent noticed Ido's fist balling. 
    'Fuck.'
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