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    Aleksei reacted to Darthgamer101 in [Nu Sicily] make one's bones   
    '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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    Aleksei reacted to danzilla3 in [Nu Sicily] that's gonna hurt.   
    "Acta non verba."
    There were those who labored under the delusion that Jacob was like a mad beast; utterly without control when enraged. Certainly when in the heat of battle he fought like a man possessed, but this was not a lack of control. Like the berserkers of legend, he had learned to work himself into a frenzy in combat. Yes there was rage, but not wild and uncontrolled, but channeled and focused. When he was truly angry was when he was seemingly at his calmest; his personality loosing much of it's gregarious charm. 
    As Don Fedele walked through the halls of his manor, the silence in his wake left no doubt of the fury he felt.
    Outside his sister's room he found the family physician, a wizened old man who's eyes remained sharp behind his thick frames. He greeted Jacob with a respectful, if slight bow; and the Don returned the gesture with a nod. The pair stood in silence for a moment before he spoke.
    "How is she?"
    "Tougher than old leather," the old man grunted, "She's definitely your sister."
    Any other man comparing his sister to worn goods could expect a broken jaw for his trouble; but Jacob knew this man. He had tended to their family since the siblings had been children. It was a miracle that he had managed to survive all these years, and an even bigger one that they had found him again. So instead of a punch, a small smile graced Jacobs features.
    "Already knew that doc," he replied, "But I was rather hoping that you might be able to give me some specifics."
    The doctor looked at the clipboard in his hand, "She's had several fingernails removed; painful, but not fatal. Bastards probably drugged her, or at least it seemed like she was coming off the effects of something when they brought her in. Most worrisome was a knife wound to her side, but it seems the blade missed anything vital. I did all the clean up work, and gave her something for the pain. That's when she started asking for you."
    Jacob nodded, "I shan't keep her waiting then. Let's speak again soon doc."
    Taking his cue, the doctor faded into the background as Jacob opened the doors and entered his sisters room. Laying on the bed was the most important thing in his life; that which he had sworn to protect at all costs. Her eyes were closed, but he wasn't sure she was sleeping. Dragging a chair to sit beside her, he reached out and stroked her face.
    "Sorellina."
    @Aleksei
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    Aleksei got a reaction from ReachForStars in The Council Makes A Decision[Canon][Jiyū]   
    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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    Their dance came to an end then, not because the music willed them, but because he deserved an answer most fitting of the situation. Grabbing his left hand, she went to work removing his glove; finger by finger, Lyrei gently tugged it away to reveal the skin rudely hidden from her touch. Running her thumb over his knuckles, tickling the palm with the tips of her fingers, she held his hand with keen interest.
    With reverence, she lifts his hand to her lips, where she places a sweet kiss against his ring finger. It's said that the vein in the fourth finger on the left-hand runs directly to one's heart, making its significance rather romantic. Naturally, to solidify a union based on love, a ring is placed on the finger, which houses the vein of love. That signifies the romance that is shared between two hearts connected by love.
    She has no ring. What she does have at the moment are gestures that speak volumes above a simple circlet of gold. The first kiss is followed by another, a more lingering affair as her lips melt across the heart of his finger and stay there for seconds too long. A third kiss, this time her eyes held his; her gaze was liquid, tepid, and eager. Yet this was not enough to give him the answer he sought, they've toed this line many times, and just as many times have they left it alone. Using long strides, she will close that gap, relinquishing the man of any doubt or uncertainty.
    Not done with him, she unhands him so she can place her hands against his chest. The abandonment of her house colors is not enough, the appliques on her dress says little, there are too many avenues of confusion in such simple gestures. Leaning forward against him, the elf swore her allegiance with a kiss to the lion's broach pinned to his left breast.
    "I believe it is time we visit those chapters," she says with lips hovering over the adornment.
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    Aleksei reacted to King in Masquerade! Every face a different shade!   
    It almost seemed blasphemous to Alexandros, that he should be allowed to stand so high while his beloved Lyrei, goddess of beauty, love, and desire, was made to sit low beneath him. He did well not to look down the slope of his nose at her, but rather, dip his chin so that she might look fully into the depths of his hazel eyes, and stare upon what bits of face were not hidden by the proud lion’s mask he wore. “Indeed, my Lady,” he said in eager agreement, “It would bring me no greater joy than to rectify this mistake.” Oh, the feelings she inspired in him—he may have done something utterly foolish, played the role of a jester, if only to see her smile.
    “Before we tend to our studies, I believe you owe me a dance, my lord.”
    Lyrei offered the elder twin her hand, and without thought, he took it. Gloved fingers rolled over the softness of her palm, her knuckles, traced the lengths of her long, slender fingers. He’d fallen in love with her hands over the weeks they’d spent together; the way they moved when flicking the page of a book, careful and purposeful, or the way they swam through his silvery hair, or across his dark, chiseled chin, her touch soft as moonlight. How often he dreamed of those touches when she was away from him.
    Easing her from her seat, Alexandros led her away from the table and guests that had served as a poor substitute for his company. They would not dance in the corner of the room, hidden on the shores where eyes might not witness. She was too beautiful, too ethereal, for that. Instead, he led her to the heart of the room, where the ocean’s fury was greatest, the dance at its thickest. But in his mind’s eye, there was only her. He could feel the rhythm of the music throbbing in his veins, weaving in and around and through him, but all he could hear was Lyrei’s breathing.
    He held her close as he set their bodies into motion, elegant and practiced. They moved as one, an extension of the music itself, for dance had been one of the elder twin’s greatest pleasures as a youth. “I come to this masquerade with intention, Lyrei,” he confessed as they danced, the softness of his words lost in the thrum of the music and laughter that surrounded them. “Intentions for you, and I do not believe I can leave this place without reciprocation.” They had drawn this out for months now, sneaking about like little thieves, their budding love a stolen treasure. But he was the lord of Skyfall now—and she deserved better. “I would have you as my lady,” he said, his eyes serious and heavy behind his mask. “To take your place beside me, at my throne and in my bed.”
    Alexandros pulled her closer. “Would you do me that honor?”
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Dabi in Onwards, to adventures! [Interest Check]   
    Sounds perfect to me! I’ll keep the thread on hold and we will go from there once the other thread is complete. 
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Dabi in Wanna join the new Jiyan government?   
    I will take this gal right here!
     
     
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Darthgamer101 in The Renovation Cosa Nostra   
    @Darthgamer101 COME KILL VAMPIRES WITH MEEEEEEEUUUUHHH
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    Aleksei reacted to Darthgamer101 in The Renovation Cosa Nostra   
    I take a shower. one shower. and come back to several bribes and someone already plotting my future. 
    I like it. Give me some time to look over the families and Ill respond again. Thx for the enthusiasm fellas
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    @-Lilium- So I think that kidnapping time is ripe for the picking! Let me know what ya think ❤️
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Dabi in [Nu Sicily] that's gonna hurt.   
    — a month after this thread.
    "You appear to be confused about the current situation here," the voice said with just the right hint of annoyance.
    There was actually zero confusion; they're making their point very clear, but they've made it a little difficult to speak. There's just something about tape and a gag that makes it really hard to communicate with people, guess that's just a matter of opinion though considering the current crowd.
    "How hard is it to give us what we want? Honestly, we're not asking for much."
    On the one hand, they're right. A few extra bodies shuffled over to them is nothing to the payroll, there's always someone willing to work, ready to peddle their bodies so they can earn a healthy living. As a whole, it appears that their little slice of heaven is just that, but it's getting harder and harder not to acknowledge the struggle still painted on the people's faces. This would be an excellent option for anyone looking for some quick cash with a few catches involved.
    On the one hand, they're right, but on the other, they're not. They're asking for something a bit too out of range of acceptability, at least to the person that's tied to the chair and being held against their will. Accepting their offer would mean opening up the flood gates and drowning everyone in the water's path. It would mean the destruction of the structural stability they've all worked so hard to build. No won't be accepted - obviously - by this group of bloodsuckers.
    'Damn!'
    Her right arm was tied behind her back, and her left was strapped to the arm of the chair. It was going to be a severe inconvenience painting her nails now, especially when three are missing. Age-old torture that she's been through a few times in her small lifetime, and it's terrible to say that she's grown used to the terrible sensation of a nail being plucked from its bed. It's an unfortunate reaction when her tears streamed down her face from the pain - pain that was going numb because she was willing it so.
    'I'm not here right now.'
    Disassociating with her surroundings made this easier to accept. Closing her mind off to the unforeseen, the woman was able to swallow down the scream that dared to escape her covered mouth. They weren't going to kill her, that would be a strategic mistake to this already mess of an attack. Her eyes are covered, and her senses were distorted, either from the hits to her head or the drug they're pumping into the room. As far as they're concerned, their identities are hidden, and that thought of anonymity has made them ... creative. Another nail pulled, but this round, they shocked the already sensitive digits.
    That made her throw her head back, and when she felt the knife in her side shift, she gave them what they wanted - a scream. And that's when it ended, the torture at least. They peeled her off the chair, removed the knife because they're apparently gentleman, and dragged her away. She allowed herself to shift in the throes of her fatigue, enjoying the moments of darkness that overtook her and hating the seconds she was jolted awake. They weren't gentle, which basically made their point about taking no for an answer.
    As a lovely sign of mercy, they hung her cuffed hands from the doorknob of the Fedele home. They were also nice enough to tear the tape from her mouth, which smacked her back to life real quick. Before she could say or do anything, they were gone, in such a way, it was like they were never there to begin with.
    Bloody and broody, the woman wiggled her way into a sitting position and used her knees to knock on the door. Their home is usually filled with too many people because Jacob felt it necessary; someone is bound to hear her tapping against the door in minor desperation. Time hadn't gone into days, and her captors wouldn't risk keeping her away that long, so she assumes it was hours. It could be the time Jacob is having a meeting, or with her luck, it's the time he sneaks out to do some work.
    Her mind and body were beginning to connect, and she could feel the pain from her torture in waves. She'd appreciate if someone opened the door sooner rather than later because she would rather not bleed all over the steps to her home.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Diremast in A Necessary End   
    Elodie would not be denied to touch and feel the movement of the gentleman who is weak to her spells. She slipped her hand gently along his jaw, rubbing the curve of his mouth with her thumb. At this time, her fingers were happy to wander blindly as her eyes slipped closed, his nearness affecting her body's memory as to what will happen next. When his whisper danced across her lips, she did not open her eyes but could feel his compelling stare as her lips parted slightly.
    Sharing kisses with the person you most adore is an indescribable feeling. As her fingers sifted through the hair that sat at the nape of his neck, her mind stopped wandering to thoughts of the outside world. Focused and determined to alleviate the man of his woes, the young lady holds the gentleman close against her. It's nothing short of a miracle that they are together, being that their worlds had ended up separating over so many years.
    Dilon has a way of needling his way into her life. It's not an aspect that she dislikes; she is very thankful for whatever had brought them back together.
    Pulling away from their kiss, Elodie withdraws her hand from the nape of his neck to rest it against his chest. She can feel the delicate thrum of his beating heart; it was music she cherished late in the aching hours of the night. Dilon had his worries, and she knows they will only be buried with the eradication of his past and the items tied to it. They're here to finally give this man some freedom and their lives some substances - no more running away.
    "You sure know how to make a person want to ... run away, find a dark corner where we can ..."
    She was immediately interrupted by someone clearing their throat, completely ruining whatever mood was beginning to brew between the two.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Dabi in Wanna join the new Jiyan government?   
    I’m interested! I’ll say more once I’m not at work!
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    @-Lilium- So I think that kidnapping time is ripe for the picking! Let me know what ya think ❤️
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ataraxy in Ursa Madeum: Blood and Fire   
    @-Lilium- So I think that kidnapping time is ripe for the picking! Let me know what ya think ❤️
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Twitterpated in Ursa Madeum: Blood and Fire   
    @-Lilium- So I think that kidnapping time is ripe for the picking! Let me know what ya think ❤️
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    Full Name: Michiel Kholin
    Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvjuv4IIKcU
    Race: Human
    Age: 26
    Birthplace: Skyfall Manor, Corinth, Kingdom of Ursa Madeum. 
    Height: 6'2"
    Weight: 180 pounds
    Alignment: Lawful Good
    Physical Description: Michiel carries himself with all the pomp and circumstance of a textbook nobleman, never seen in a casual stance befitting that of a 'peasant.' His sharp chin adorned with a trimmed black beard is always raised high, and his serious green eyes survey the area with an astute alertness. His strange, warbling accent that appears to be from some strange subculture of Lagrimosa is punctuated with blunt statements and a constant insistence of finding glory. He is lightly armored for a knight, wearing only a dirtied mail coif and a thigh-length mail hauberk over his leather padded clothing. Over his hauberk is a steel plated cuirass. Draped over his armor is a surcoat that bears the insignia of his house, a white-maned lion flanked by two black wolves heads, with a sword going down the middle. The rest of the surcoat is arrayed in a checkered black and white pattern mirroring the color pattern of the house insignia. 
    Demeanor and Behavior: Michiel is a man of pure heart and true intentions, though he seem to be a stereotypical nobleman that acts "condescending" towards "lower classes." He has a very serious demeanor when set about an objective or on a quest, and is entirely focused on the mission at hand, to the point that it can seem obsessive or single minded. The only time Michiel deviates from something is if it goes against his moral code, which he unapologetically stands by. His code of honor often leads him to do things that some would consider tactically unsound or foolish in combat, for example preferring to face a superior enemy down and die in combat rather than retreat in shame. Despite this, he can be very amiable towards those who he trusts and calls his friends, and would certainly sacrifice much for their sake. As for his apparent nobility and his somewhat prideful mannerisms, he in actuality lives a very simple life travelling the world. Having taken what some consider to be an outdated and pointless vow, he has sworn himself to life of poverty and celibacy in his goal to attain knighthood and glory, and has never looked back. 
     
    Equipment:
    Armored suit: Michiel doesn't wear extremely restricting plate armor, instead preferring a simple mail hauberk and coif under a black and white checkered surcoat. 
    Longsword: Michiel wields a mighty steel longsword that he can often be seen hefting over his shoulder, or with his hand casually draped over the handle while it rests in its massive sheathe. 
    Corinthian Charger: This nameless horse is of a good, strong breed, able to carry Michiel and his gear through all sorts of situations and conditions.
     
    Personal Abilities:
    Chivalry is All!: Michiel is not easily intimidated or scared away from his purpose, and if he finds himself fighting for a cause that is worthy, he will die fighting for it.
    Knight-Ascetic: Having lived for years in self-imposed poverty, Michiel's disciplined body can do with very little in the way of sustenance and still fight on. His mind, steeled from self-deprival of pleasures, is also able to resist attacks in the form of illusions, mind-control, or anything deceptive in general.
    Personal Flaws:
    Typical Nobleman: Michiel does not quite understand that most other cultures do not simply accept the hierarchies that are put in place and can often easily offend those of a "lower class" than him with his blunt openness about the rank difference. 
    Stubborn: While Michiel's will is incredibly strong due to years of fasting and training, he is also very headstrong in his morals and values, even if a close friend tries to convince him of doing something a different way, he will often refuse. 
    Blinded by Glory: Michiel is ever the romantic and always wants an honorable and glorious battle. The young knight disregards many sound tactics such as ambushing or retreating to fight another day as unmanly and without honor. While he will choose to retreat if it means saving others, he clearly has no regard for his own safety if his honor is at stake.
     
    Backstory: 
    Michiel was born of two low ranking nobles of House Kholin, Alexander Kholin of House Kholin, a distant cousin of Lord Davin Kholin, and Melisientia Dutoit, a woman of minor nobility from a small dukedom in Lagrimosa. From the onset, Michiel was very much an outsider in his own home, with his father spending little time with him and focused more on drinking in excess. His mother, the light of his early childhood, raised him in the ways of her old homeland since his father refused to raise him as a son of Kholin. The boy spent so much time speaking this strange foreign language with his mother that he didn't learn the language of his father until he was 6. He became something of an outcast when he grew older and the noble children were given more freedom in the manor to play and roam together. He could not speak their language and the children accosted and mocked him for it. This bothered Michiel somewhat, but he was seen at an early age to be a brooding and solitary boy, preferring to wander the manor alone, curiously exploring his little world. He would often go inbetween the garden and the training grounds, imagining himself to be a great knight off on an adventure.
    As with all fit Kholin boys, at the age of 8 he started his combat training, and astounded his instructors at his unnatural discipline. Thinking of the stories of great knights that his mother raised him on, he was ecstatic to have an opportunity to become like one of the great legends from his mother's homeland. Bohemond the Dragonhearted, Richard de Quelle, Duke Marcel, great names such as these were on his mind all day as he trained. This infatuation was further enforced by one of the old knights who served as one of his instructors, Ser Laurence Mack, a peasant that had earned his place through his service to Lord Kholin. This aged knight became Michiel's first real father figure, guiding and encouraging him as he grew and matured. 
    As a teenager, the young Michiel did not take notice of the young maidens who were with their visiting families, nor did he take part in some of the mischievous teenage pranks his cousins would play. He saw what girls did to his relatives, they drew them away from their training sessions and distracted them from their studies, and he found himself too old to take part in childish pranks. He still spent what free time he had alone adventuring, going further away from the manor than what was acceptable for his mother. He loved walking along the cliffs that the manor was built into, especially right before the storm, when the winds raged and the waves nearly licked the top of the massive cliffs. He often thought about how boring Ursa Madeum was, that it was so safe and stable that it could never produce a knight like those of his mother's homeland, save for maybe Ser Laurence.
    This desire for adventure and struggle came true in the form of King Damien's bloody 6 year rule. Michiel and all of his house was subject to severe cuts in goods and supplies as the cruel Damien took all he could from his subjects, and a constant fear was over the islands. Believing this to be a sign to take up the same mantle as his hermit-knight idols, he trained ever harder, ate the same quality of food that the peasants ate, took less sleep, turned away from all distractions, and focused on his inner self and doing what good he could. While his serious and somewhat offputting demeanor had been known to his relatives for 18 years now, even this change in his attitude was worrying to those around him, thinking that the whole regime change had gotten to him. On the contrary, it strengthened Michiel, it gave him purpose. He loved his homeland and the strength and stability of the former autocracy, but now that he faced a real struggle for the first time in his life he had a purpose. His years of training under the renown Wolves of Kholin, his emulation of the legends of old, and his determination to prepare himself to become like them was finally coming to its necessary conclusion: a test of his will and true desire to become a knight, a true servant of the people and slayer of evil.
    For 6 years he lived like this. Slowly more luxuries were discarded, his fancy bed was replaced with a thin mattress on the stone floor, his clothes more simple, his room bare of extravagant arts and decor. After the king was overthrown and the house and all of the islands with them rejoiced, his relatives expected him to go back to normal, and reject all this self-flagellating attitude. But he did not. One day he arose from his simple quarters, prepared what few things he still owned, bid his mother farewell and Ser Laurence fairwell, and sallied forth unto the great open world. He rode out of the manor for perhaps the last time, no longer a boy simply dreaming of adventure, but a man with a mind stronger than the steel he wields. 
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    Nunzio blinked, then glanced at his boss, desperate for some sort guidance or rescue. It wasn't that he didn't want to dance with Isadora; far from it. He wanted to dance with Isadora the way most people want to roll around in a giant pile of money, or sit on a throne made of pure gold and cushioned with exotic velvet to be the king of something, even if just for an hour or two. There were rules, however; the rules of the four families, and then the even more byzantine rules of Jacob-watching-another-man-interact-with-his-sister. It was tough to tell which set of rules had the worse set of consequences for an infraction.
    But there was no succor coming from Don Centanni (@Sanonymous); in fact, if Nunzio was any judge, there was a hint of amusement on his lips as his feared underboss was left floundering.
    Fuck it, Nunzio thought suddenly, squaring his shoulders. You had your chance, boss; any intra-family incident that comes outta this is all on you.
    Besides, in the worst-case scenario, he'd finally know the answer to the question of whether or not he could take Jacob (@danzilla3) in an even fight.
    Two-by took a deep breath and smiled at Isadora (@Aleksei), taking her small hand in his big calloused one. "Decline you?" he laughed, "No fuckin' way. I'd be delighted to dance with you." He would lead her to the dance floor with the confidence of a man who was up against a task well within his measure; fighting and dancing were quite close together in terms of the skills required, and Nunzio had another card up his sleeve as well: he loved to dance. He wondered how close to the line he'd be treading by engaging Isadora in an energetic tango, then decided he didn't want to antagonize Jacob quite that much; he'd settle for swing.
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    — a month after this thread.
    "You appear to be confused about the current situation here," the voice said with just the right hint of annoyance.
    There was actually zero confusion; they're making their point very clear, but they've made it a little difficult to speak. There's just something about tape and a gag that makes it really hard to communicate with people, guess that's just a matter of opinion though considering the current crowd.
    "How hard is it to give us what we want? Honestly, we're not asking for much."
    On the one hand, they're right. A few extra bodies shuffled over to them is nothing to the payroll, there's always someone willing to work, ready to peddle their bodies so they can earn a healthy living. As a whole, it appears that their little slice of heaven is just that, but it's getting harder and harder not to acknowledge the struggle still painted on the people's faces. This would be an excellent option for anyone looking for some quick cash with a few catches involved.
    On the one hand, they're right, but on the other, they're not. They're asking for something a bit too out of range of acceptability, at least to the person that's tied to the chair and being held against their will. Accepting their offer would mean opening up the flood gates and drowning everyone in the water's path. It would mean the destruction of the structural stability they've all worked so hard to build. No won't be accepted - obviously - by this group of bloodsuckers.
    'Damn!'
    Her right arm was tied behind her back, and her left was strapped to the arm of the chair. It was going to be a severe inconvenience painting her nails now, especially when three are missing. Age-old torture that she's been through a few times in her small lifetime, and it's terrible to say that she's grown used to the terrible sensation of a nail being plucked from its bed. It's an unfortunate reaction when her tears streamed down her face from the pain - pain that was going numb because she was willing it so.
    'I'm not here right now.'
    Disassociating with her surroundings made this easier to accept. Closing her mind off to the unforeseen, the woman was able to swallow down the scream that dared to escape her covered mouth. They weren't going to kill her, that would be a strategic mistake to this already mess of an attack. Her eyes are covered, and her senses were distorted, either from the hits to her head or the drug they're pumping into the room. As far as they're concerned, their identities are hidden, and that thought of anonymity has made them ... creative. Another nail pulled, but this round, they shocked the already sensitive digits.
    That made her throw her head back, and when she felt the knife in her side shift, she gave them what they wanted - a scream. And that's when it ended, the torture at least. They peeled her off the chair, removed the knife because they're apparently gentleman, and dragged her away. She allowed herself to shift in the throes of her fatigue, enjoying the moments of darkness that overtook her and hating the seconds she was jolted awake. They weren't gentle, which basically made their point about taking no for an answer.
    As a lovely sign of mercy, they hung her cuffed hands from the doorknob of the Fedele home. They were also nice enough to tear the tape from her mouth, which smacked her back to life real quick. Before she could say or do anything, they were gone, in such a way, it was like they were never there to begin with.
    Bloody and broody, the woman wiggled her way into a sitting position and used her knees to knock on the door. Their home is usually filled with too many people because Jacob felt it necessary; someone is bound to hear her tapping against the door in minor desperation. Time hadn't gone into days, and her captors wouldn't risk keeping her away that long, so she assumes it was hours. It could be the time Jacob is having a meeting, or with her luck, it's the time he sneaks out to do some work.
    Her mind and body were beginning to connect, and she could feel the pain from her torture in waves. She'd appreciate if someone opened the door sooner rather than later because she would rather not bleed all over the steps to her home.
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    — a month after this thread.
    "You appear to be confused about the current situation here," the voice said with just the right hint of annoyance.
    There was actually zero confusion; they're making their point very clear, but they've made it a little difficult to speak. There's just something about tape and a gag that makes it really hard to communicate with people, guess that's just a matter of opinion though considering the current crowd.
    "How hard is it to give us what we want? Honestly, we're not asking for much."
    On the one hand, they're right. A few extra bodies shuffled over to them is nothing to the payroll, there's always someone willing to work, ready to peddle their bodies so they can earn a healthy living. As a whole, it appears that their little slice of heaven is just that, but it's getting harder and harder not to acknowledge the struggle still painted on the people's faces. This would be an excellent option for anyone looking for some quick cash with a few catches involved.
    On the one hand, they're right, but on the other, they're not. They're asking for something a bit too out of range of acceptability, at least to the person that's tied to the chair and being held against their will. Accepting their offer would mean opening up the flood gates and drowning everyone in the water's path. It would mean the destruction of the structural stability they've all worked so hard to build. No won't be accepted - obviously - by this group of bloodsuckers.
    'Damn!'
    Her right arm was tied behind her back, and her left was strapped to the arm of the chair. It was going to be a severe inconvenience painting her nails now, especially when three are missing. Age-old torture that she's been through a few times in her small lifetime, and it's terrible to say that she's grown used to the terrible sensation of a nail being plucked from its bed. It's an unfortunate reaction when her tears streamed down her face from the pain - pain that was going numb because she was willing it so.
    'I'm not here right now.'
    Disassociating with her surroundings made this easier to accept. Closing her mind off to the unforeseen, the woman was able to swallow down the scream that dared to escape her covered mouth. They weren't going to kill her, that would be a strategic mistake to this already mess of an attack. Her eyes are covered, and her senses were distorted, either from the hits to her head or the drug they're pumping into the room. As far as they're concerned, their identities are hidden, and that thought of anonymity has made them ... creative. Another nail pulled, but this round, they shocked the already sensitive digits.
    That made her throw her head back, and when she felt the knife in her side shift, she gave them what they wanted - a scream. And that's when it ended, the torture at least. They peeled her off the chair, removed the knife because they're apparently gentleman, and dragged her away. She allowed herself to shift in the throes of her fatigue, enjoying the moments of darkness that overtook her and hating the seconds she was jolted awake. They weren't gentle, which basically made their point about taking no for an answer.
    As a lovely sign of mercy, they hung her cuffed hands from the doorknob of the Fedele home. They were also nice enough to tear the tape from her mouth, which smacked her back to life real quick. Before she could say or do anything, they were gone, in such a way, it was like they were never there to begin with.
    Bloody and broody, the woman wiggled her way into a sitting position and used her knees to knock on the door. Their home is usually filled with too many people because Jacob felt it necessary; someone is bound to hear her tapping against the door in minor desperation. Time hadn't gone into days, and her captors wouldn't risk keeping her away that long, so she assumes it was hours. It could be the time Jacob is having a meeting, or with her luck, it's the time he sneaks out to do some work.
    Her mind and body were beginning to connect, and she could feel the pain from her torture in waves. She'd appreciate if someone opened the door sooner rather than later because she would rather not bleed all over the steps to her home.
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    @King
    It was amazing how the lessers understood their place below their betters. The men that had come to gather around her skirts and listen to her speak were praised, for they complimented her sweetly, and she isn't rude enough to turn such kindness away. The woman isn't so vain to believe every word, for in this world at this time, power is sustenance many crave. Lyrei knows her brother's position as King is a precarious one that he will abandon eventually, yet all that matters to these men is there's hope they will be showered with the power they so crave.
    A shame that all their hope will be for not.
    There was no reason for her to lift her gaze, for she felt his presence slice through the room, invading her space with much more pride than the men flocking her. A lion demanding the acknowledgment of his pride, Alexandros parsed the crowd and stole her attention, along with her breath. He spoke of privacy, but what she wanted to do that instant was to parade around the room on his arm.
    His words caressed her slender ear, causing a delicious shiver to dance along her delicate spine. He is a rude and boorish man when left on his own. Here he is, tempting her in front of all these people and not at all caring about the implications. Standing so close, she can feel the heat off his body; the woman shifted in her seat and licked her lips in some kind of anticipation. The original swarm surrounding her has dispersed, leaving the two to immerse themselves in their conversation.
    "Intention or not, such behavior must be rectified," was her reply at last. "As a proclaimed gentleman, I do not doubt your worthiness to ease my disappointment."
    She had turned in her seat to examine the gentleman at her side better. Her gaze raked his form, openly savoring the very figure that arrogantly tempted her senses. He was too aware of what he did to her, too keen on what to say to her, and far too at ease with her impression. Lyrei will have to teach this gentle lion a lesson about recklessly playing with fire.
    "Before we tend to our studies, I believe you owe me a dance, my lord." She offered him her hand, a smile edging her playful features. "A dance before we return to those enrapturing chapters you've mentioned."
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    @King
    It was amazing how the lessers understood their place below their betters. The men that had come to gather around her skirts and listen to her speak were praised, for they complimented her sweetly, and she isn't rude enough to turn such kindness away. The woman isn't so vain to believe every word, for in this world at this time, power is sustenance many crave. Lyrei knows her brother's position as King is a precarious one that he will abandon eventually, yet all that matters to these men is there's hope they will be showered with the power they so crave.
    A shame that all their hope will be for not.
    There was no reason for her to lift her gaze, for she felt his presence slice through the room, invading her space with much more pride than the men flocking her. A lion demanding the acknowledgment of his pride, Alexandros parsed the crowd and stole her attention, along with her breath. He spoke of privacy, but what she wanted to do that instant was to parade around the room on his arm.
    His words caressed her slender ear, causing a delicious shiver to dance along her delicate spine. He is a rude and boorish man when left on his own. Here he is, tempting her in front of all these people and not at all caring about the implications. Standing so close, she can feel the heat off his body; the woman shifted in her seat and licked her lips in some kind of anticipation. The original swarm surrounding her has dispersed, leaving the two to immerse themselves in their conversation.
    "Intention or not, such behavior must be rectified," was her reply at last. "As a proclaimed gentleman, I do not doubt your worthiness to ease my disappointment."
    She had turned in her seat to examine the gentleman at her side better. Her gaze raked his form, openly savoring the very figure that arrogantly tempted her senses. He was too aware of what he did to her, too keen on what to say to her, and far too at ease with her impression. Lyrei will have to teach this gentle lion a lesson about recklessly playing with fire.
    "Before we tend to our studies, I believe you owe me a dance, my lord." She offered him her hand, a smile edging her playful features. "A dance before we return to those enrapturing chapters you've mentioned."
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    @danzilla3
    Milorian was quick to swallow down his envy. These two were about the epitome of love and all its subtle wonders; he was both comfortable and uncomfortable with Grant's avowal. This type of affection is the only kind you read in those ridiculous romance novels, the type Birdy often has her nose in (when she thinks he isn't looking). It's an awkward thing to behold for many reasons.
    There is sincerely nothing he could say that would persuade the two to slow down perhaps, they've already taken the ultimate step forward, and there is no stopping that. A child is a significant taking, and Grant's honesty about his feelings made the King feel relatively comfortable that they will have some semblance of a happy life together. Grant will provide them the usual comforts of riches and such, and Delphine will carry over a respectable dowry as well. Aside from all that, the two will have each other.
    "You know I don't agree with the entire process. You both have shown an eagerness that is deemed ridiculous and inappropriate."
    He reached across the table and offered Delphine his hand, who was quick to take it.
    "I'm safe with Grant and the happiest I've been since ... then. It would be a lie if I said I wasn't terrified, but I know I'll be okay."
    "It looks like I'm outvoted three to one." What was he supposed to say? The best he can hope for is they at least do their marriage correctly. "So, what do we do now? We have our steps when it comes to marriage and such, but you will be leaving the Free Marches. We can make accommodations as necessary."
    "Delaney is already aware of my condition and departure. I ensured that I have a replacement, and my duties are appropriately allocated to the rest of my brethren."
    "I doubt your rule as Prince is as lackadaisical as your demeanor Grant - what will be expected of your wife-to-be? What is expected of my House to make the marriage appropriate?" Milorian asked the gentleman, knowing that Grant's marriage will be some spectacle one way or another.
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    The woman was comfortable without the exchange of names; it kept a little bit of mystery between them all. If they were to exchange names, she wonders if she would be able to tell them her real name or a name at all. At this point in her limited life, she saw no reason to really exchange such simple platitudes.
    "A variety," was her response. "You can expect a variety of opposition up there."
    The last week or so has been nothing but her examining the asteroid from the ground, and using an extra body or two to do the up-in-the-air investigating. Unable to risk herself to go up there, using puppets of her own was the lazier and safer way to go about getting the information this new group has now requested. They're going to be confronted by all sorts of fun things, but thankfully she has already outlined their path to success.
    "The asteroid is in segmented layers, exposing the fact there are many cities and fortresses within. There is one specific city that holds the item I want."
    A hateful bit of city that is in some desperate need of a guiding hand that's not at all gentle. She had to send more than a handful of extra bodies into the city to get an idea of what in the world was happening there. Riforte is rather excited to see what this group of people will do when faced with the randomness within the city. She is especially enthusiastic about their overall success - failure isn't an option here; she won't allow it.
    "I need an eldritch tome that is inside an abandoned cathedral you'll find in the middle of the city."
    She withdrew a map and a drawing of the tome from the inside of her jacket. Offering them the goodies, she begins to explain further, "The city is a bit overrun with supernatural beings. I wouldn't call them undead, but I wouldn't say that they're completely alive either. Apparently, these beings are what rule over this city, making humans the oddity there."
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