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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ganu_Candali in LONG LIVE THE QUEEN [OOC]   
    Free for all until it‚Äôs more appropriate to have a structured posting order ūüėä
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    I legit love High School Musical. I‚Äôm tickled you used a video of it ūüėā¬†
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    He was already there, waiting.
     
    The cellar was darkly lit, as cellars had the nasty tendency to be. If Riforte was waiting under the flickering flame of a torch light, or a hanging bulb of light, the result was the same. As she waited, her attention would be drawn to the darkest corner of this room. There was….a presence there. Sinister, dark, malicious- yet, most frighteningly, deliciously inviting. This part of the cellar seemed to visibly thrum, shaking slightly like shadowed heat waves from a hot pavement.
    ‚ÄúAh.‚ÄĚ A voice said, ‚ÄúGood.‚ÄĚ The voice was thin, but smooth. It felt as if the voice wished to be more nasally, more adenoidal, but the disembodied drama came from a melodious, and controlled voice. It flowed like honey and seemed like silver, but it came clear, and low. ‚ÄúI had not been left wanting, it seems.‚ÄĚ
    A face first followed the voice, clad in rimmed black glasses and a wide brimmed hat helming a face too thin for life. The man who spoke looked for all the world to be a ghost, if not for a cheshire grin that split his face like a sliced lemon. Teeth as white as his face, contrasted by a thick black mist that began to flow from whatever corner of hell he had just come from. 
    Then the rest of his shape loomed into view. What….remained of it. It was clear he was tall, and almost impossibly thin. A cloak like shape composed half of cloth and half of that thick mist dripped from where his shoulders should have been. Riforte would note he seemed much like a patchwork, somewhat present but most of him must have missed the invitation. His form flickered in between mist, and flesh, and cloth. The image it procured was someone in a turtleneck and black slacks with a fine long coat, but that image had holes in it. Somewhere in the middle six feet range, he seemed to drift fully into the light. The mist pooled heavily around his feet.
    He cocked his head. He laughed, slightly. ‚ÄúIf, and please do excuse my impropriety as I would normally pride myself upon my professionalism and preparation, but allow me to ensure I understand the details of our endeavor.‚ÄĚ He said, softly, almost soothingly. The smile did not leave as he spoke, and remained when he finished. ‚ÄúI am to‚Ķ.scratch your back, and then you are to scratch mine, yes?‚ÄĚ
    He waved a hand across his form, ‚ÄúAs you‚Äôll see, I am keen to do so.‚ÄĚ Then he, in a motion that flowed from the previous one, bowed. ‚ÄúI would be pleased to aid you in your venture. Your wish, whatever it may be, is¬†for the moment, my command.‚ÄĚ
    He raised his head, towards her, and smiled that wicked smile. And then he quickly became incorporeal, a small ball of mist one foot in diameter then left a shrinking tail of the same substance behind in the air. It swished behind her, and he formed himself again.
    ‚ÄúMost know me as Sharps, but there is more to know, for the brave.‚ÄĚ He said, in a mirthful tone that belied a danger that only the most observant would notice. He took a few silent steps around her, his head moving like an owl. His head snapped to meet hers, his shades meeting her eyes for a second, the smile widened¬†slightly and then returned to it's¬†normal smirk. "I¬†do¬†like the look of you. Your soul, your potential. I would wish to know more, perhaps over dinner?"
    He straightened, "But, we are on professional terms today, aren't we." Sharps huffed, and tutted, "Pardon, when I see quality I just can't help but admire. Gems like you are so rare these days." Sharps' voice distorted there, on the rare, for a moment. It tucked into a profoundly low note, and soared back into his smooth timbre far too quickly to be natural.
    Then he returned to dark plasma, and zipped to the cellar stairs. He sat there, one leg resting on the steps and the other on the ground.
    “So how may I be of humble service, madame? What might we be acquiring, and what do you need of me?"
     
     
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Darkrender.Chronicle in I Have to be Seen to be Believed [Kinumo-Open]   
    He gently patted the hand settled comfortably in the angle of his arm. The delicate creature extending from the hand was not an invalid, meaning she did not need the extra help being provided by the gentleman at her side. Such gestures were the aftereffect of the companionship she had provided him. Years ago, the woman had grabbed him by the scruff, dragged him from the pits of alcoholism, and made him into someone worthy of the title she had bestowed upon him.
    It was because of this woman he is alive (unfortunately sober) and doing well for himself. The gig, as he calls it, is protecting her with his life for however long it lasts. At first, the idea repulsed him, living for another was never his kind of ideal. Now, looking down upon her, he would give much to ensure her safety, though he hopes it isn't his life first.
    This is not love. He does love her, just not the kind of love you read about in those terrible stories about bodyguards falling in love with their charge. If he were that type of man, he may love her in that way, or if she were a man. Rohini could write sonnets about the way her red hair flowed down her shoulders and back like a fiery river. Poetry about her opal eyes that far outshone any gem found in this hateful world, and so on. He won't, though.
    "It's hot," he says, the complaint strained with his displeasure.
    "Well, that's what happens when you slither out of the shadows, Rohini." That answer earned her a tsk of annoyance. "But it's beautiful, is it not?"
    He stopped them so they could look over a glimmering lake. Beyond it was rolling fields being cared for by tender loving hands. He wasn't sure if he would call this beautiful, more peaceful than anything else. Some feet to their left, he saw a gathering about a large tree, and just outside that more people. The sounds of life are really hefty here, making him feel not at all at ease about bringing her to this place. Sure she had demanded he take her here, but she hasn't once explained to him why.
    Reaching over with his free hand, he pulled the hood of her cloak down. They weren't hiding from anything specific, but he didn't want people to get too curious about the royal on his arm. Gods, that wasn't easy, though. She stood too confidently; her pretty chin often thrust high in the air, her eyes always fixed on things of import. Her red hair still peeked from beneath its covering, and her attire said, 'I'm financially secure, how about you?'.
    "What's wrong, Rohini?" Her question dripped with concern, but her opal eyes gleamed with some mischief.
    Glaring at her, he responded in hushed tones. "You know, we're not dressed to blend in. You made me dress up in the Kalopsia attire and in the royal house colors of Nehalen. Are you trying to stick out?"
    Her wide smile was enough to make him roll his eyes and sigh heavily. She is up to something.
    "I'm not the type of gentleman to hit a blind woman, but you really bring that urge out of me."
    Areille's response was a loud laugh.
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    Aleksei reacted to Praetorian in Humanity Recoded (OOC)   
    We've hit our player goal and are no longer soliciting. If you are still interested in joining, please PM me first.
     
     
    Genre: Sci-Fi (Dystopian/Survival)
                                    Post-Apocalyptic Far Flung Future, confined to one city.
    Location: TBD but most likely Alternative
    Idea:  In the far-off post scarcity future technology is the catalyst for speciation of humanity. Genetic modifications, bodily augmentations, cyberization, and religious fundamentalism has created distinct ideological and physiological difference. Transhumanist clash with purist in the political arena as both sides question what it means to be a human or even alive. Ethical considerations and regulations relax in some areas and tighten in others, largely depending on which paradigm is dominating the public eye at the moment.
    With the global consciousness focused on the debate of what it means to be human, no one pays heed to a growing pandemic. Within the depths of the web whispers about nanomachine plagues and weaponized viruses start to spread. By the time that the mainstream media has picked it up, it’s too late.
    The exact mechanization isn‚Äôt understood, but something is killing humans and transhumans¬†alike, indiscriminately. Within a few years ‚Äėhumanity‚Äô has been reduced to a handful of barely functional cities. No longer an interconnected globalist world, most of the large population centers have become isolationist city states that compete for scarce resource to maintain some semblance of their former life. Class systems quickly erupt as those with access to resource soon find themselves in informal positions of power and authority. This causes a noticeable increase in crime, a social disease that thought to be extinct, turning many sections of the once thriving cities into slums.
    Expectations: There isn’t a hard cap on technology, but there should be a strong inclination to not utilize energy or resource intensive items, due to resource scarcity. Genetic modification permits anthromorphic builds that could resemble mythical creatures, however there should be some element of realism. An Angel build would need to be light to achieve flight, which means reduced strength and hollow bones. Purist are unadulterated humans, that believe technological modification is wrong for philosophical or religious reasons. Transhumanist is any group that opts for modifications, be it genetic, synthetic bodies, cyberization, or what have you. There isn’t a central plot, the idea is to bring character motivation together to generate a one-shot story.
    FAQ
     
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ataraxy in Relic Index.   
    Brief: An overjoyed authority approaches you and asks that you destroy the uncanny blade before the illness spreads.
    Item: Scorpio Necklace
        A silver necklace with a medallion in the shape of a scorpion. This enchanted necklace will imbue the user's daggers/swords with poison that will paralyze their opponent for 2 hours. The user has the sting of a scorpion.
    Class: B
    Pages: 2+
     
       
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ataraxy in Relic Index.   
    Brief: An imperious charlatan hires you to defeat the otherworldly tree before the coronation is complete.
    Item: Virgo Necklace
        A silver necklace with a medallion in the shape of a young woman. This enchanted necklace makes the wearer immune to being charmed. The user has the chastity of a virgin.
    Class: B
    Pages: 2+
     
       
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ataraxy in Relic Index.   
    Brief: The gregarious charlatan demands that you go pacify the otherworldly child before an innocent life is lost. 
    Item: Capricorn Necklace
        A silver necklace with a medallion in the shape of a small goat. This enchanted necklace ensures that if the user is prone, then getting up takes no movement. The user has the steadiness of a goat.
    Class: B
    Pages: 2+
     
       
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ataraxy in Relic Index.   
    Things to know:
    PM board leader (@Aleksei & @Ataraxy) to confirm relic availability Put¬†"relic"¬†somewhere in the title to make for easy visual tracking If a quest goes 2 weeks without a post, the quest will be made available.¬†ÔĽŅ You have to post at least ONCE a week. This helps facilitate the capture of the relic in a¬†timely manner that can guarantee its retrieval. Each relic has a writing prompt; the details of the quest are open to modification and interpretation by the players or appointed GM. Players are free to play the quests out however they like, allowing them to express themselves as writers while directly impacting the canon.¬† Relics are limitless; you can have as many as you want but they are not changeable - what you see is what you get. Multiple relics can be hunted at the same time.¬† When complete, go through¬†canonization process¬†and PM board leader (@Aleksei & @Ataraxy) Omit Opportunities and Consequence Classification system
    Item weighting: Ready made items (pulled out of a magic hat) > Canon backed items (relics) (roleplayed out and submitted to canon) > Artifacts (significantly powerful items as approved by a board leader in their list)
    Relics are only Class B and can't be adjusted to become more powerful. You can give me 3+ pages but that will not change how powerful the item already is, but you are affecting canon and the more pages there are, the more your actions affect lore. 
    Class B (Medium - minimum for a relic): 1 or more players; 2+pages  
     
    AVAILABLE Capricorn Necklace Virgo Necklace Aries Necklace Taurus Necklace Leo Necklace Pisces Necklace Cancer Necklace Scorpio Necklace Sagittarius Necklace Aquarius Necklace Libra Necklace Gemini Necklace Club of Clubs Bow of Hearts Spear of Diamonds COMPLETED Knives of Spades Thread: jungles of the mind        
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    Aleksei reacted to vielle in [Relic; semi-closed] jungles of the mind   
    FULL SUMMARY
    A certain dilemma plagues the village of Ethrel, in the heartlands of Avylon: a wild boar had grown to huge proportions due to its consumption of bluecap mushrooms. The mushrooms have grown on the boar's body and the spores have caused it to experience delusions, creating a dangerous, unruly beast that had continued to threaten Ethrel’s peaceful way of life for weeks on end. Three strangers converge on the village through various means: the two-headed wyvern Ambiancips, the magicer Roy and his feline companion, and the mysterious apprentice Mercè. Through engaging in combat with the dangerous boar and eventually besting it, Mercè receives the Knives of Spades from the Magicker, a known magic weapons crafter living in relative obscurity in Ethrel. Ambiancips receives a barrel of cider as his own reward for helping to aid in the boar’s defeat.
     
    MINOR SUMMARY
    Three strangers converge on the village of Ethrel, in the heartlands of Avylon, to solve a peculiar boar problem. Through defeating the beast, the woman named Mercè obtains the Knives of Spades from the known magic weapons crafter called the Magicker.
     
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Moonbay in I Have to be Seen to be Believed [Kinumo-Open]   
    He gently patted the hand settled comfortably in the angle of his arm. The delicate creature extending from the hand was not an invalid, meaning she did not need the extra help being provided by the gentleman at her side. Such gestures were the aftereffect of the companionship she had provided him. Years ago, the woman had grabbed him by the scruff, dragged him from the pits of alcoholism, and made him into someone worthy of the title she had bestowed upon him.
    It was because of this woman he is alive (unfortunately sober) and doing well for himself. The gig, as he calls it, is protecting her with his life for however long it lasts. At first, the idea repulsed him, living for another was never his kind of ideal. Now, looking down upon her, he would give much to ensure her safety, though he hopes it isn't his life first.
    This is not love. He does love her, just not the kind of love you read about in those terrible stories about bodyguards falling in love with their charge. If he were that type of man, he may love her in that way, or if she were a man. Rohini could write sonnets about the way her red hair flowed down her shoulders and back like a fiery river. Poetry about her opal eyes that far outshone any gem found in this hateful world, and so on. He won't, though.
    "It's hot," he says, the complaint strained with his displeasure.
    "Well, that's what happens when you slither out of the shadows, Rohini." That answer earned her a tsk of annoyance. "But it's beautiful, is it not?"
    He stopped them so they could look over a glimmering lake. Beyond it was rolling fields being cared for by tender loving hands. He wasn't sure if he would call this beautiful, more peaceful than anything else. Some feet to their left, he saw a gathering about a large tree, and just outside that more people. The sounds of life are really hefty here, making him feel not at all at ease about bringing her to this place. Sure she had demanded he take her here, but she hasn't once explained to him why.
    Reaching over with his free hand, he pulled the hood of her cloak down. They weren't hiding from anything specific, but he didn't want people to get too curious about the royal on his arm. Gods, that wasn't easy, though. She stood too confidently; her pretty chin often thrust high in the air, her eyes always fixed on things of import. Her red hair still peeked from beneath its covering, and her attire said, 'I'm financially secure, how about you?'.
    "What's wrong, Rohini?" Her question dripped with concern, but her opal eyes gleamed with some mischief.
    Glaring at her, he responded in hushed tones. "You know, we're not dressed to blend in. You made me dress up in the Kalopsia attire and in the royal house colors of Nehalen. Are you trying to stick out?"
    Her wide smile was enough to make him roll his eyes and sigh heavily. She is up to something.
    "I'm not the type of gentleman to hit a blind woman, but you really bring that urge out of me."
    Areille's response was a loud laugh.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ataraxy in [Nu Sicily] make one's bones   
    @Darthgamer101
    It was like watching something move in slow-motion. Riforte wouldn't say that she is the most educated when it came to fighting, but she has been involved in more than a few tussles here and there. Ido was sloppy, making it easier for her to read his movements and prepare for whatever he was throwing at her. A bit of a sidestep would have saved her or a subtle deflection of his incoming fist would have worked as well. Living in the moment, she was willing to wait for the moment his fist got just close enough to make contact before making a decision.
    But all that was interrupted when Vincent came to her rescue, placing himself in the direct path of Ido's haymaker. The corner of her painted lips twitched into a thankful smile; she will make sure that her saviors spilled blood won't go to waste. Pulling a handkerchief from her pocket, she hands it to Vincent in passing as she approaches the confused Ido. He looked at her and then at his fist, then back to Vincent's dripping injury, his confusion palpable while he struggled to understand what in the world had just happened.
    "I think you need a bit of a break," she said with just a freckle of concern for the man's general safety. With a firm grasp on his upper arm, she gently guides him into the waiting arms of what can only belong to his companions. Any rebuke from the shocked man would be met with a squeeze to his arm. Powerful in many ways, the woman took this moment to show Ido that she wasn't someone you just attack and get with it. In reality, Vincent saved the other man from death or something like it. 
    Stupid is as stupid does, he tugged his arm out of her grasp and spat at her polished heels. That kind of hurt her feelings; high-standards for high-fashion, the shoes were not ruined but they were certainly disregarded in a most disgusting manner. For a few seconds they stood still, staring down at one another, daring each other to make a move - she begging him to make a move against her once again. Thankfully he knew better than to further embarrass himself in front of strangers and his fellow companions, as a parting shot he threw Riforte an obscene gesture on his way out.
    Noting that this could be an issue, later on, Riforte will pass this brief encounter to Isadora.
    "Ah, yes. Riforte D'Marcus is my name; I've been hired to help at the door." She finally says upon her return to Vincent.
    A complete lie, but she said it with such a convincing air, the gathered crowd wrestled with her previous statement of meeting Isadora and this one. None of them were going to question her, not when she talked down to Ido and barely flinched when he made Vincent bleed. She has seen much, much worse in her rather short lifetime; this was like a walk in the park.
    "Can you be a sweetheart and take this to Isadora," she spoke softly to the other doorman while handing him a card she had apparently plucked from the air. "I would greatly appreciate it, thank you."
    The gentleman was quick to do as he was told, leaving his podium empty for her to take. Taking a seat on the stool behind the abandoned podium, she throws her left leg over her right in an attempt to get comfortable with her new position. Getting into her part, she waves over a couple who have been waiting ever so patiently to be let in. The two shuffle closer, waiting to be told what to do; having watched Ido be put in his place, they were unsure how to approach the woman and Vincent.
    "Tell this gentleman your names please and ... yes, remove any weapons and leave them here with us."
    Turning her attention to Vincent, she looked up at him expectantly. Is she doing it right?
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ataraxy in [Nu Sicily] make one's bones   
    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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    Aleksei got a reaction from Ataraxy in [Nu Sicily] make one's bones   
    She watched as Kieran took Ry away, his anger hanging above the two like a dark cloud. There was nothing she could do to rectify whatever the problem was between them, and a small part of her wished she could. Being left on her own, the woman took a moment to collect herself. So far this night is turning out to be entertaining on a variety of levels.
    Not wanting to loiter around the bar, she follows behind Leone. She reached the group of men just in time to hear her brother make a not-so-nice comment about Kieran.
    "I heard that, Jacob." (@danzilla3)
    Isadora dropped the familiar pet name to ensure her brother understood that she would not be putting up with barbs and snipes this night. Kieran may be a difficult individual to get along with, but that doesn't give any of them the right to dilute his persona. The Don was more than capable of doing that himself, he needed none of their help and she won't allow her brother to offer his assistance.
    Whatever the relation between Kieran and his cousin, it will be dealt with in due time. Ry hadn't offended in her any way, and she would have told Kieran that if he hadn't been so quick to abscond his cousin to a more private area of the party. If anything, her interest in the gentleman was touched, and perhaps that was the issue. Their dance had been interrupted twice, if it hadn't, she probably would have delved a bit deeper into the mystery that is Ry.
    Giving her brother a quick peck on the cheek, the woman pads her way over to Nunzio. "I was given permission to take your hand tonight and share a dance," she said while offering the gentleman her hand. "Unless you think I'm poor company, then you are allowed to decline me. I'll be sad, but I'll try to get over it." (@Veloci-Rapture)
    At least with Nunzio she can comfortably dance the night away and have a great time doing it. Plus this would be a great opportunity for her to tease the man until he explodes with awkwardness - or at least she can try. The two can have a fun conversation on the dance floor and she won't have to worry about someone interrupting them with their moody behavior.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Zashiii in In the heavens   
    "No, you may not read it."
    Riforte was firm. She is unaware of what is genuinely written down in the tome and was in no mood to risk its possible destruction if it were opened. Shishi may have the skills and the ways to contain any possible trigger on the tome properly, but that's far too much of a reach.
    "Immediately, at least. Once I'm done with it, you are welcome to read it."
    She wasn't going to hide away the tome from the rest of the world. Just at the moment, she wanted to be the first (or proclaimed first) to leaf through the pages and soak up all the information inside. Eventually, she will put it on display for anyone wanting to learn a new skill or ease their curiosity. Riforte isn't entirely selfish; just a little impatient is all.
    Reaching into the depths of her jacket, she withdraws a compass. She had tuned it to the tome, which will help this gathered group to find the tome. It will also lead them back to Riforte, who doesn't plan on sticking around much longer after this conversation.
    "Use this. It'll help you get to the tome and lessen any chance of you all getting lost up there." She offered the compass over and then looked at the group one final time. "Get in and get out. Whatever you do within the asteroid, I leave that up to you all. I just care you get me the tome."
    With nothing else to say, she leaves the group to do what they must.
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    It was like watching something move in slow-motion. Riforte wouldn't say that she is the most educated when it came to fighting, but she has been involved in more than a few tussles here and there. Ido was sloppy, making it easier for her to read his movements and prepare for whatever he was throwing at her. A bit of a sidestep would have saved her or a subtle deflection of his incoming fist would have worked as well. Living in the moment, she was willing to wait for the moment his fist got just close enough to make contact before making a decision.
    But all that was interrupted when Vincent came to her rescue, placing himself in the direct path of Ido's haymaker. The corner of her painted lips twitched into a thankful smile; she will make sure that her saviors spilled blood won't go to waste. Pulling a handkerchief from her pocket, she hands it to Vincent in passing as she approaches the confused Ido. He looked at her and then at his fist, then back to Vincent's dripping injury, his confusion palpable while he struggled to understand what in the world had just happened.
    "I think you need a bit of a break," she said with just a freckle of concern for the man's general safety. With a firm grasp on his upper arm, she gently guides him into the waiting arms of what can only belong to his companions. Any rebuke from the shocked man would be met with a squeeze to his arm. Powerful in many ways, the woman took this moment to show Ido that she wasn't someone you just attack and get with it. In reality, Vincent saved the other man from death or something like it. 
    Stupid is as stupid does, he tugged his arm out of her grasp and spat at her polished heels. That kind of hurt her feelings; high-standards for high-fashion, the shoes were not ruined but they were certainly disregarded in a most disgusting manner. For a few seconds they stood still, staring down at one another, daring each other to make a move - she begging him to make a move against her once again. Thankfully he knew better than to further embarrass himself in front of strangers and his fellow companions, as a parting shot he threw Riforte an obscene gesture on his way out.
    Noting that this could be an issue, later on, Riforte will pass this brief encounter to Isadora.
    "Ah, yes. Riforte D'Marcus is my name; I've been hired to help at the door." She finally says upon her return to Vincent.
    A complete lie, but she said it with such a convincing air, the gathered crowd wrestled with her previous statement of meeting Isadora and this one. None of them were going to question her, not when she talked down to Ido and barely flinched when he made Vincent bleed. She has seen much, much worse in her rather short lifetime; this was like a walk in the park.
    "Can you be a sweetheart and take this to Isadora," she spoke softly to the other doorman while handing him a card she had apparently plucked from the air. "I would greatly appreciate it, thank you."
    The gentleman was quick to do as he was told, leaving his podium empty for her to take. Taking a seat on the stool behind the abandoned podium, she throws her left leg over her right in an attempt to get comfortable with her new position. Getting into her part, she waves over a couple who have been waiting ever so patiently to be let in. The two shuffle closer, waiting to be told what to do; having watched Ido be put in his place, they were unsure how to approach the woman and Vincent.
    "Tell this gentleman your names please and ... yes, remove any weapons and leave them here with us."
    Turning her attention to Vincent, she looked up at him expectantly. Is she doing it right?
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    Olympia smiled at Gale, admiring his caution and suspicious demeanor. It will not go over well when she does decide (if at all) to reveal her true identity; he will not hold her to a very high standard due to the little white lie she's woven them all into. It is only going to get more challenging to keep her identity hidden away from these fine gentlemen. Eventually, she will have to fold against her better judgment and deal with the wave of consequences.
    Knowing she looks a bit too delicate, she can't blame them for setting her aside in their plans. Reminds her of the time, Julius tried to keep her out of the fighting to ensure her safety. It had been Olympia leading the waves of men and women against the abominations pouring from the tear in the fabric of reality. Such a charge left her weak and nearly dead, not at all a regrettable decision, but she could have been a tad more delicate in her approach. It's the remembrance of that time that assisted in keeping her silence as the men talked above her.
    When the conversation came back to her, she gave them her attention. "Gentleman, I greatly appreciate your care towards my well-being, but I do remember asking for assistance in assisting you with the incoming threat."
    Their skepticism made her feel a bit bold. She won't be added as extra baggage to their problems, not when she knows she can help them. They don't know it, and they certainly can't see it, but Olympia has fought in more wars than she'd like to admit.
    "I've divine capabilities. If it's blessings you seek, it is a blessing you shall receive. All I need is an opportunity to show my worth if you allow me the pleasure."
    They're going to ask how she thinks to herself. How do you say to strangers that your mother is a goddess and your father was a man turned god? How can you just come out and state that divinity of the highest kind runs through your veins? While such things are not unusual, she would rather keep all that hidden for as long as possible. They have already made plans to keep her protected, what lengths will they go if they find out about her royal heritage?
    "I'm not helpless; I can assure you that."
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    "Oh?" Said Gale, crossing his arms and raising one eyebrow skeptically. "And what, pray tell are these skills of yours?"
    "Peace, Gale." Said Elias. "Jameson said he thinks her trustworthy, so let us allow her a chance to speak."
    "Agreed, brother. Though, I think that when the time comes for the battle to be joined, she should join the rest of the civilians in hiding." Arthur interjected. Time for a strategy, he decided. "Likely, the necromancer in charge is going to be confident - thinking he'll just storm right into the fortress and kill Igni. We'll need to blunt the attack before they can get a foothold in here."
    "I can do that." Elias said, raising a hand. "I will organize those who are experienced in the wild into hunter cadres. We'll be the first line of defense out there. We'll set traps, dig some pits and trenches - and we'll hunt down individual units whenever possible."
    "Good idea, little brother." Said Arthur. "Next, we'll need to man the walls. The horde will probably try to force their way over the walls through sheer numbers and through the main gate. With that, I think I'll organize the militia and set our soldiers into infantry lines, both atop the curtain wall and behind the gate, in case they breach it."
    "And I can provide magical support from the ramparts." Gale said, drawing his sword. "My water-based magics can deal serious damage to the undead if the waters are blessed by a priest."
    "Then we'll find one who was ordained properly in a church." Said Arthur. "Any other details we may have overlooked?"
    "There is the matter of where to put the noncombatants as you pointed out before." Elias said again, then he gestured to Isolde. "This includes Nathan's lady-friend here."
    "Right..." Said Arthur, biting his lower lip. His eyes scanned the rooftops. "We'll need to find a safe place. Look for a church or temple. Any holy ground will do. That'll be our last line of defense, or if we need a rallying point, that'll be it."

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    Nathan ascended the grand staircase leading to the central keep, impressed at the craftsmanship and the sturdiness of the stones beneath his feet. Whoever had constructed this town clearly had done so with intent for it to last. The stones showed no signs of decay, not even cracks. 
    As he reached the top, he turned and looked down for a minute at the town below.
    At its peak, he mused, the town must have been beautiful - a jewel of military might and architectural wonder. Whoever built it designed it not just to be a fortress but also a work of art in itself. It was quite large; approximately a mile wide across, fortified with high walls and carved right from the rock and stone that made up the hill it rested upon. Just a bit further along, a mile maybe from the town he could make out the sight of the river - glistening in the late afternoon sun, stretching as far as the eye could see. Turning his gaze down, he scanned the buildings and structures. 
    The settlement was large enough to fit the entirety of the people they had collected - possibly even more if the wreckage were cleared from the streets and the buildings refurbished. Grain silos and smoke filters from the forges were visible here or there, as were the gardens of individual houses - many overrun with fruits and flowered plants - likely to add to the town's beauty and provide its citizens with additional vegetation. Further, just outside his vision he knew there was the gate he had entered - a motte-and-bailey with strong double door made of solid iron. 
    The staircase he was standing upon was at the pinnacle of the hill - leading into a cozy villa that, he guessed, in times of emergency also be used as a central keep. This then, he figured was where Igni made her home. In all likelihood, the citizens that previously occupied it had left after hearing of the approaching dead - or they had become the living dead themselves after Whispernight, allowing the dragon free rein to move in. 
    With that, Nathan turned about. He got no more than three steps when a whim struck him and he obeyed it. Figuring there was no way the dragon would welcome him if he came armed, he drew his sword, Godsend - sheath and all from his back and laid it to rest, at the top of the staircase. Doubtful he would need it in any case.
    "May the eternal heavens watch over this meeting." He intoned quietly. "Gods, give me wisdom and clarity for what is to come."
    With that, he inhaled a deep breath and walked forward.
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    To any outward observer, Nathan might have seem a flea compared to her, even though he stood at full six foot three inches tall; with broad shoulders and limbs that were thick with muscle underneath his simple brown habit. Long, dark brown hair hung about his shoulders over brown eyes and a rugged, bearded face. His lips had the ghost of a smile as he looked upon the dragon before him. The creature in question was quite large - almost as big as Mladris, he mused, but unlike the Red Wyrm she was not scaled and spiked. Rather, she appeared to be a subrace of the species he had only read of in books. He was quite fond of dragons - and the fact that she was kind enough to spare his brothers when they spoke showed she was civilized. She seemed to regard him as he approached.
    He stopped a considerable distance before her, then swiftly dropped into a kneel. He hoped this would make him as nonthreatening as possible. If she had any lingering doubts as to the group's intention, he hoped to put them to rest with this.
    "Greetings, Igni. I am Nathaniel Jameson, the leader of the Watchers team. May I speak to you on a matter most urgent?"
     
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    ((OOC: Meant for this to be sooner, but life got in the way))
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    There was much to say about their family; it was a shame that they would have to spend their morning with her going through the details. A moment filled with kisses was not enough to distract her from the stories she must share with her sibling, but she did try to drown herself in his unwavering hold. Alas, there was no avoiding the topic. Making the torturous decision to begin the day, she encouraged Cornelius from their bed so they may start this day on a strained note.
    While he began to rise and go about their small abode, Lyonene takes those silent moments as an opportunity to prepare her thoughts accordingly. There was much to say, and most of it was second-hand, for she was not as close to her family as she would have liked. Darim had been her lifeline to the adventures within the Melisende family, and her sister was every bit astute in her writings and tellings.
    "Desmond was given land of his own to rule over. I believe it'll benefit him to get away." They've known that something dark has been hanging above their elder brother's head. What it is, they may never know, but she is happy and satisfied he has finally pulled himself together. "Kalopsia, the island beneath the floating Renovatio. He is now what they call the Maharaja."
    The princess tapped her chin while sifting through her thoughts. "Olympia is now officially a SoulSeeker, and Connor is growing like a weed. I hear he's intelligent, even at such a young age, and we all know that means he's going to be a handful."
    She went on to speak about Ezio and his lovely wife Primera in Renovatio; Altair and his need to be at sea, forcing him to ignore the happenings within his family; Nero and his apparent neglect of the Cold South. So many siblings meant a variety of differences! They've all wandered and begun to take control of their lives in different ways that may be surprising to some. "Isolde, Cosima, and Novalie have wandered away with Desmond; I think both were unable to deal with the loss of our mother and the depression of our father."
    There was no delicate way to mention their mother and father. If they could operate through life without having to think of the two, she'd ensure that they do. But that meant ignoring a significant part of who they are, what they are, and there is no avoiding such.
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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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    @King
    Lyrei reacted to Alex's kiss, not with the reticence of a proper lady, but with all the enthusiasm she felt. Her hands sifted through his ruffled hair, destroying whatever coif that may have been left behind after their lovemaking. Prompted by her passion, she pressed her body close to his, which earned her a strained noise coming from her companion.
    She needs to tell him something, but the struggle to pull away from him was heavier than the need to speak. She pressed her body close to his, feeling the hard muscles of his chest against her softness. The elf liked the feel of him, the smell of him. Her arms tightened around his neck, pulling him closer. Her mind and body were too full of the newness of tingling sensations to be aware of anything else except their little hideaway.
    "I love you too, vhenan," she whispered against his lips. With that, she was brought back to the world of the living, much to her annoyance. "If I did not know better, I would say I've been enchanted." The moonlight pouring from the window shaped him with soft hands, making his pale hair glow like a halo. Again, she kissed him, lips lingering on his mouth she pulls back. "I wish I could spend the remainder of the night beneath you in this oh-so-pleasant manner," she said wistfully.
    It was time to talk. They spent the next several minutes erasing all evidence of their slip from respectability. Turning back to him, she helped him ease the wrinkles in his jacket, taking advantage of the opportunity to touch him again.
    "Before I am absconded to my new home, you need to know something." The subject would be announced tonight at the masquerade, but he needs to hear it from her now that their situation has changed. "The Mythal House will be leaving the islands of Ursa Madeum, starting tonight." Lyrei took her lover's hands in her own, again playing with the digits while she explained. "Milorian will not deny my entrance to your House, vhenan. He is not so unkind, but understand that I now come from a name that will be washed from Ursa Madeum's hold."
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    @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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