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[break] Long ago in the days of spirits and devils, humankind struggled to find its way in the world. Through hundreds of years of fighting and struggle, they finally gained a peace with the spirits and beasts of the world. To commemorate this alliance, a celebration was formed on the Autumn Solstice, when the veil between worlds was at its weakest. At first it was merely a gathering of races, but it eventually evolved into a ball. Those involved would dress up to imitate the spirits, devils, or even human mages in celebration. Gifts and treats were given alongside the dancing and drinking. It was something to look forward to each year. [break][break] With the retreat of devils and spirits into their own worlds, this celebration was lost in time. That was until one of the Wizard Kings recovered it many years ago via research into Clover's past. The fourth Wizard King Reynard Ravencrest theorized it would be a great way to unite the people of Clover in celebration and appreciation of the spirits that had fought valiantly beside them years ago, and a way to give thanks that they were no longer plagued in darkness. [break][break] Jagen Lavender the current Wizard King proposed that this event be brought back this year. Even amongst the Daemon threat, a time for relaxation and leisure is needed for the morale of not just The Order, but the Kingdom itself. So all across Clover are invited to attend this festival in the Capital. Rebuilding after the destructive events of Malacath's invasion has gone well and is worthy of celebration. The streets will be filled with mages dressed up and participating in games. From shop to shop the events will vary, but the primary ball will be conducted into the palace. All Magic Knights are encouraged to come to the ball, but it is open to citizens, albeit more of a Noble's setting. [break][break] Those who participate in this event will receive key insight into the upcoming plot events as well as double stats in this thread. There is no posting order, but we do require at least two posts be in between yours otherwise we will penalize you on your stat gains. This is to prevent spamming for extra stats. There will also be a lottery at the end of the event, with prizes given out to those who win. We hope you enjoy yourself and please join if you can!
Post by Jagen Lavender♛ on Oct 18, 2020 0:06:56 GMT -5
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[break] Jagen stood in the halls of the Grand Palace in the Royal Capital of Clover, eyes fixed on those before him. Many a great mages stood before him, drinking and dancing--having fun for the first time in so long. Perhaps it was ill timed, or perhaps it was perfect for the current state of the Kingdom. Maybe a Ball is just what they needed. Nonetheless, he stood with a glass of red wine and a slight smile on his face. His Advisor Samson stood next to him. The King himself wore his usual purple suit, but this time it was lined with a gold trim to match the golden mask that he adorned tonight. Covered in precious gems, it was a mask befitting of the Wizard King. Samson wore something more rustic, silver and covering one half of his face as opposed to Jagen's which covered his eyes only. The two were a beacon of strength tonight, but they were also among the people. This was a celebration for all. [Break][Break] Don't get too sloshed, your highness. We've got a long night ahead of us. Samson said, with laughter and glee as he gulped down some ale. Foam covering his lips, the Wizard King could not help but laugh at his companion. It had been too long since they laughed like this. [Break][Break] I should be telling you that Mr. five ales down before the main guests have even arrived. With a cocked eyebrow and a devilish smirk, Jagen's lavender stare pierced the former Shining General. Then the two burst into laughter for a moment before returning to their drinks and watching as guests began to pile in. But honestly...everyone should enjoy themselves while they can. Tonight should be a night to remember--a night to celebrate how far we've come. Samson nodded. He got the feeling it was time for one of Jagen's famous speeches. [Break][Break]
Thank you all for coming. Welcome to the Annual Spirit Ball. As you know, this tradition was lost for some time, but I found it prudent to bring it back at a time like this. We've lost so much, but we've also gained unimaginable things. So this toast is to you; the people of Clover. You are the heart of this Kingdom and its strength. Do not lose your way. We're far from beaten, aren't we? He projected across all of the halls of the Palace as Knights, Captains, and Nobles all entered for the ball. All wore decorative masks and outfits to match the occasion. Enjoy your evening. Cheers. Taking a sip from his wine, it was time for the party to begin. [Break][Break] (OOC: You may be in the halls of the Palace if you like, but the celebration takes place all across the Capital. There's street vendors and events going on everywhere. Make this event your own.)
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"]Sipping the golden brown liquid from his rocks glass, Ardere let out a leisurely sigh. It was nice to relax, especially after his muscles had been screaming for so long. Salamander had returned into the vessel of the Crimson King's body for rest. Ever since the battle in the Capital, their bond was strained. Not their emotional bond--their literal metaphysical bond. Ardere felt the strain of his injuries and lack of experience in utilizing Spirit Dive. This was not permanent damage, yet somehow it still felt seared into his bones. The red haired man could not help but wonder how long it would take for his strength to recover--perhaps only the Gods knew. Nonetheless he was confident the two would emerge from this break stronger than before. In this time of Daemons and darkness, there was no room for weakness or failure. One failure could cost thousands of lives and that was a sad reality he was forced to live with. But tonight was not a night to dwell on that, rather one to enjoy the festivities. [break][break] Ardere was not an oblivious man. While he appeared easy going and energetic, he was always slightly on edge. Watching everything around him had become second nature since his ventures into the studies of Ki. Being constantly in tune with the flow of energy in the world is what made a Ki Master in the first place. This gave him the fortunate advantage of being perceptive enough to notice when he was being watched--that and being an experienced Captain. While the pink haired woman was distracted looking at his Vice Captain, the fire mage swiftly maneuvered behind her. It was now that he himself noticed the aura coming from the young Ravencrest. She was certainly fired up tonight. My Vice Captain sometimes embodies the ferocity of a Lion more than myself, but I too had a hellish temper like that when I was Vice. He said, standing behind the young pink haired woman watching him before with his titanic height and stature. His amber eyes fixed on Lydia, the situation seemed to deescalate somewhat. While he normally would've gotten involved, this was his calming time. She could take care of herself after all. Otherwise she wouldn't be his second in command. [break][break] Shooting Lydia a look that could well be interpreted as "Reel it in, Lydia.", he could not help but flash a smirk. That ferocity of hers was certainly something. Ardere was getting older, just now peaking into his thirties. He had spent so many years drowning in anger and rage that now he didn't have the capacity for it. Now he saved that fire for battle when the Captain needed it most. That blaze was quelled by Salamander and strengthened by it at the same time. The bond formed between man and spirit was powerful, reigniting his life. He had lost much, but he had gained so much more. No need to be afraid though. I won't sock you in the middle of a ballroom like my second in command will. Twisting his lips, he chuckled to himself. Well, probably not you anyways. I trust you're enjoying yourself so far? He asked, finishing his glass before placing it on a tray that a nearby waiter was holding.
Post by Waylynn Ravencrest on Oct 18, 2020 0:32:23 GMT -5
Waylynn got delayed slightly on her way towards Michail by a small crowd trying to go in the opposite direction of her, apparently she was walking against the flow of people coming from the food table. So of course it didn’t even take that long for Typhon to show up to bother her twin, sometimes she thought that he was just trying to bother them for some reason. On the other hand she hadn’t really expected the words that spilled out of his mouth, kind of like sludge, a bunch of word vomit. She didn’t really care if he wanted to jab at the commoners, he could be a bit more subtle about it but trying to insult her twin at the same time was both uncalled for and stupid. However it was his follow up that made her stop walking towards them. Was he on drugs? There were a dozen better things to be doing that insulting the literal family name, even if he was only trying to badmouth Lydia what kind of moron is he? To be doing it not just within her earshot but with Lydia actually standing only well, not that far away anymore ‘speak of the devil’ as they say. Waylynn had saved herself standing in the splash zone by not coming up to them first.
She was still listening of course, and she had immediately wiped the dumbstruck look off of her face as soon as she realized she was wearing it. Michail actually had a rather insightful response, it’s too bad that Typhon was about to have the last few hours knocked right out of him, at least it seemed like that’s what was going to happen when Lydia had made her way to them. However she managed to make that dress and mask look intimidating was a trick that Waylynn kind of wanted to learn, although maybe the vice captain of the Crimson Lions was always intimidating and she was just imagining it because she knew what was likely to happen.
However, miraculously, Typhon actually realized that he was being an idiot and sort of apologized, at least for making it seem like the family was somehow at fault, and not denying that he was directing the insult at Lydia herself. Of course she couldn’t tell how Lydia would take it, she could guess but Typhon dug the hole himself so he could try and climb out whenever he had the sense to. No instead Waylynn needed to actually walk over there herself, not that she wanted to get in the middle of any of that right at the moment, her dress was far too expensive for that, not to mention highly unsuited to moving around quickly. No she would wait for Lydia to finish with her foolish cousin and then walk over, she was hopefully going to be able to pull her brother away from the little altercation and be, frankly, anywhere but in that exact spot.
She was going to be in close proximity, not greeting the current head of the family would be horrible form, as much as she didn’t want to get the older woman’s attention. ”Ah so I’ve found you all. I hope I didn’t interrupt, rather I hope the current matter is resolved yes? Lydia, immaculate choice. I hope you don’t mind if I spirit my brother away, I saw something interesting I’d like to show him.” Of course that was mostly a lie, she just wanted to move him away from Lydia so that he would get that mortified feeling away and it was plausible enough that arguing with her about it would just be petty. Hopefully Michail wouldn’t accidentally stop her by saying something stupid, but she could hardly control him when he was in such a mood.
Slender hands twisted nervously on her lap as the blue-haired elf gazed out the carriage window. The first time they had ridden in a horse-drawn carriage was to face a dark past. This time, it was to face a bright and upbeat celebration. She had only read about balls and masquerades in books—but now it was a dream brought to life. The whole kingdom had been buzzing about the event, and for once, it was where nobility and commoners could mingle on the same grounds with no fear of aftermath...hopefully.
Her eyes flickered back to the dark mage sitting across from her. There was only one way to describe him, and that was devilishly handsome. For once, she got to see him in a different outfit, and she would be lying if she did not get all shy and flustered when she first laid eyes on him that night. Hans had looked like a different man, with his horned mask and fake fangs, as well as his crisp and classy attire. His costume certainly fit his dark and brooding presence, and if she did not know his mana signature, she would have felt fear at the way he was eyeing her now.
Suna blushed and looked down to smooth out the front of her gown. Her dress had a fairly clean-cut design, with her signature blue and white colors. But it was modest and elegant, just like her personality. It was off the shoulders, but still covered enough skin so she did not feel too embarrassed. Around her neck hung Sapphire Heart, which sparkled at her throat. It was accompanied with a simple blue ribbon choker to finish off the look.
Like Hans, she also wore white gloves, and there was also a silver chain with a charm that hung around her waist. Her mask was of a dark navy hue, with delicate and ornate swirling patterns and designs. It did little to hide the glimmer of excitement in those clear azure eyes, however. Over her entire outfit she had also thrown on a long cloak, since she figured that the night would not be short, and the midnight air could get a little chilly during this season.
As the carriage rolled to a stop, her heart pounded. Her escort was the perfect gentleman, offering his assistance for her to exit. She took the proffered hand with a grateful smile, and carefully alighted from the carriage. Immediately she was hit with all the sounds and smells of the undergoing celebration. It seemed like the whole kingdom was at the gala. Every sort of costume and mask and colors swirled around her, and she felt a little overwhelmed at it all. She was glad she had an escort with her, so she would not have to face the crowds alone. He had taken care of the fare before she could even protest about it, but her frown was replaced by an amused smile at his question.
"So... What exactly are we suppose to do...at a ball?"
"Well..." She did not need to think too hard on this. "I saw that there were some vendors on the streets, so there might be some activities going on over there, and I can smell something good being cooked over there. But," her eyes were now alight in something akin to mischief. "The main part of a ball is dancing." She had slipped her hand in his, and now squeezed it gently.
"But don’t worry! I think that usually happens later in the evening, and I just want to watch." Of course, she also knew that if she heard the music, the sound mage would more than likely join in the dancing part of the ball. But this she did not tell the dark mage, lest he balk at the very idea. She had tried to imagine him in that situation, and needless to say, it was hard to imagine that happening...unless the night somehow worked its magic.
Here outside the royal palace, it was much more lively and down to earth. It was more like a festival and ball combined, and she preferred the casual setting outside than indoors with all the nobility and royalty. However, before the night was over, she would be sure to take a peek at the finery there in the palace. But now, the young woman tugged her escort over towards the brightly-lit and festive streets, where there were vendors of every type imaginable, from food to games to wares. "Let’s see what’s over there!"
Suna could feel how tense the mercenary was when she mentioned dancing. "Don’t worry," she patted his hand and smiled reassuringly up at him. "I’ll go dance by myself if you don’t want to." As Suna tugged Hans towards the street vendors, she just barely caught sight of the Crimson Lion vice captain waving at her. However, the other disappeared into the palace before the sound mage could wave back. No matter. She would likely meet her inside later.
But for now, the bustling activities caught her attention, and the duo made their way towards the vendors. One wearing a fox mask waved them over and addressed them. The two men were talking but Suna was looking at the prizes up there on the shelves. Various dark costume decors, a few masks, a pretty music box, a silly and outrageous tall hat with colorful feathers, and a wide array of stuffed animals.
"What do I have to do?"
The determined voice caused her peer curiously at the dark mage. She had not been to a festival before, but he did not seem the type to spend money on these kinds of games. But she may be wrong. Was this one really that fun? And what was he looking at? She craned her neck to where he was looking at, and saw the bouquet of blue flowers.
Ah. I see. Suna hid a smile behind her hand. The poor man always brought up how he means to give her flowers, but somehow, things never happened the way it should. Honestly, she did not care much about the flowers themselves, but if he was so intent on getting it for her, she would not protest. It was quite endearing, actually, his persistence, and she would go along with it.
Suna let go of his arm as he went over to the counter, and watched intently as he tried his hand at it. She was not surprised to see that his aim was perfect. However, the elf was unaware of these types of rigged games, and as the ball bounced off the bottle—instead of the other way around—her mouth dropped open in shock. No, she knew she saw it hit the bottle. What an obvious cheat.
She was about to raise her voice in protest, but Hans was already doing that. The shameless vendor only shrugged and reset the game. So brazen...but also within his rights. "Hans, Hans," she patted his arm, trying to calm him down. "It’s okay. I actually like that music box over there," and pointed to it on one of the lower shelves.
So this was how they played. She paused for moment, looking at the display thoughtfully. The rules he set were plain and simple. Deceptively simple. It left too many loopholes that he could use to his advantage...
Then an idea came to mind.
When the vendor’s back was turned to get the music box she pointed out, Suna tiptoed and whispered in Hans’ ear. "Hit the top shelf with the last ball. Make the flowers fall to a lower shelf." Then she righted herself and smiled innocently as she received the small music box from the vendor. "Thank you, this is so pretty. Oh, and he’d like to try again." Her idea would fall within the rules that the vendor himself set. Perfectly legal. In truth, she did not care so much about the prize flowers—she cared more about her man’s ego.
Assuming that he would go again, she would carefully put away the tiny music box in her pouch and turn her attention back on the game. He was going up again, and if he took her advice, they would be able to outwit the fox in his own game. There was never a need to break the rules, one simply just needed to find a way around it. The blue-haired elf waited expectantly, noting how gleeful the vendor was when Hans presumably knocked off the fourth bottle.
At that moment, she wondered if he would actually take her advice, or try to smash the bottle apart by sheer force alone. Regardless, it was up to him on what he ultimately decided to do. Flowers or not, she was content just watching her man show off his precise aims. Around the same time, her sharp elven ears would hear the sound of...violins? The dark yet lively music drew her in, haunting in its melody line and beautiful in its harmony. After this game, she would definitely be going to find the musicians, not knowing she would actually run into only one individual, and a friend.
Suna only smiled as she received the music box, missing the sly wink and grin the vendor gave her. Or perhaps she purposefully chose not to respond to it. What was surprising though, was how the dark mage modified her plan to something better. She watched as he used his magic to knock the flowers off the shelf, then proceed to play the game. From the corners of her eyes, she scanned her surroundings. Nobody seemed to have noticed that. Good. So it seemed like the mercenary was not new to these types of tricks. She wondered what other types of tricks he might have up his sleeve that she has yet to know about...
Crack!
The sound mage struggled to hold back a pleased look, but failed miserably. Indeed, the bottle started to crack before it finally shattered into a hundred little pieces. "Wow..." She looked up admiringly at the sharpshooter. "I didn’t know you were that strong, Hans" and patted his arm. Of course, it would be a reference back to a certain inside joke that only the dark mage would understand, something that perhaps might have different implications. But regardless, her actions were nothing short of sweet. Some would even say sickeningly sweet. Cringy, even.
It was quite a skill for the vendor to recover so quickly, and even to smirk and restate the rules about knocking over, not shattering, the bottle. Suna had to give him that. He was nothing short of crafty and cunning, that fox. But they were about to outwit the proud and arrogant, and she could feel a tinge of elation at the victory. On the flip side, though, she honestly hoped that the vendor would not scam any more people...but it looked like it was not happening anytime soon. She gave a little sigh. She could only hope.
But now Hans was offering her the bouquet of blue flowers. Suna was more enthralled by how happy he looked, how glad he was to give something away. Most would be more glad to receive something, but no, he was glad to be giving something away. That spoke a lot about his character, one of the things that she appreciated in the man. "Thank you." She said, almost shyly, then tiptoed forward to give him a brush of lips on his cheek. It was a simple move, nothing drastic. Quick and unnoticeable.
Azure eyes sparkling, the elf smiled and allowed him to wrap his arm around hers. "Sure, let’s go." How thoughtful. He knew she loved music, that it sang in her blood. They were just about to move when she felt a familiar mana signature coming towards them. The young woman glanced up to see...
"Yo! How are you doing?"
Suna lifted her hand to wave at the owner of the voice. "Charles!" She meant to pull her escort along, but the silver mage was already bounding up to them. "Doing well. How about you? Have you been doing more training on your sword?" Her smile was knowing, as if she expected him to answer on the negative.
"Hold on... It's you..."
"Oh! And this is Hans." She waved her other free hand at the man at her side, then looked down to see their arms still together. Oh, was he fine with these...public displays of affection? Well, regardless, Charles was smart enough to put two and two together by now, especially since he knew she had someone ‘special’ from their last meeting...
"Wait... IT'S HANS?!?!"
"Huh?" Suna looked between the two men, a little lost...and very surprised. "You...you two know each other?" Her eyes flickered back and forth between the two. "That’s amazing! Where did you two meet?" The blue-haired elf was unfortunately unaware of just how and where the two male mages have met before. Even if she knew the location of where they crossed paths, she could not have known just what kind of trauma the two have gone through...nor would she ever know.
"Perfect timing then!" She continued on, blissfully oblivious. "You clean up nice. But Charles," her voice lowered down to a more secretive tone, but still within hearing of both mages, "Stay awake, or else you’ll never find any girls to bring home to show your mum." She shook a finger at him, putting on a mock disappointed frown.
Just at that moment, a rush of aura whooshed over the area. Elven ears perked up, and her skin crawled. She recognized the mana signature. It would be none other then the female mage she had waved in greeting just earlier. "Oh dear," she murmured, eyebrows squinted together in concern. "Who has made her angry now?"
Looks like the music would have to wait...but just for a few minutes...
The blue-haired elf looked back and forth from Hans to Charles. She did not know that the two knew each other before, and judging from the men’s expressions, they did not know the other knew of her either. What a small world. "You two fought together?" Her eyebrows quirked up in interest when the dark mage mentioned not once, but twice. Charles also confirmed that. She caught on to their slight changes of demeanor, but decided not to press too much on that. For now, at least.
Then Hans picked up on her comment about sword training. She settled back and allowed the silver mage to respond, and let the two do their own little ‘men talk’. As they did so, her eyes would wander, picking up at all the sights and smells and sounds of the festive event. There were so many bright lights, flashing here and there, hoping to catch the curious passbyer’s attention to the vendor’s wares. There were excited chatters happening all around her; some shouts of various street snacks and food being sold, some muttered curses of being cheated out of their money, some children laughing somewhere. Everyone was here, and it was simply delightful.
"I didn't come here to find a girl, I'm here because the food they're preparing today is quite nice."
"Pity." Suna mused, but she was not deterred. There was always time for that later. "But yes, I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of good food they have here!" As for Hans’ question on how they met, Charles had quickly answered, with Suna nodding along. "We just kind of bumped into each other..." She cocked her head, thinking back. "Oh, right! I was exploring in Aristaeus’ Basin and Charles came along, looking for a plant for his captain’s hangover. And yes," she turned to the younger man, a playful smile playing around her lips, "this is the first time we’re meeting without hunting down something."
Then there was that intimidating aura, and Hans was asking if she wanted to go over to check. Even Charles expressed his concern. Suna shook her head. "I’m sure we’ll hear more of it soon. Hopefully there wouldn’t be a scene...or anyone getting hurt." Little did she know it was much more than just a public mockery that was brewing inside the royal palace.
"Want to come along, Charles? We’re just going to find the musicians playing that lovely music, and maybe we can go get something to eat." With that invitation, she would tug her partner over to where the music was coming from. By now, a crowd had gathered, and she stood there on the edge, enthralled along with the rest of them at the end of the performance. It had been a different piece then the quartet piece she heard earlier, and this one also had a different performer. The violinist standing in the center looked like a noble, with all her fine clothes and sophisticated air. Interesting as to why a person of her rank was here, but no matter, as music was a beautiful thing for unity. As for her accompanist…
Azure eyes lit up as she beheld the feline-like figure. She thought the mana signature felt familiar. Shizu, if she remembered her name correctly. She had met the ‘plant’ and sound mage back when they were taking care of a disruptive bear just a few days ago. The elf had certainly not expected to see her again so soon, but it was a welcomed surprise. But now she drifted off, swept into a blissful state at the music. Though it was a livelier, if not darker, piece, the elf could still pick up the beautiful nuances and colors in the soloist’s playing, as well as the well-executed timing of the accompanist.
Suna was well-acquainted with the composer’s works well, as she has played some of his concertante works before, but this one was one of her favorite non-harp pieces. It was much darker compared to his usual tone poems, but then again, he wrote it during his ‘transitional’ years as a composer, and thus included specific elements and musical imagery not found in earlier nor in later writings. In essence, the composer was well-known for his sensitive color changes and lyrical melody lines, his brushes of irregular harmonies in this painting of mood and atmosphere, and she reveled in its intricacies.
The number was over too quickly, and Suna was brought back to reality when the gathered crowd started clapping. Enthusiastically, she joined in the applause. The two performers were sharing a few words, but she was not standing close enough to hear any of it. As soon as the exchange was over and if Shizu happened to look this way, Suna would wave shyly at the pianist. Whether she would be noticed or not was to be determined, but she hoped she would be able to catch up with the other sound mage later.
But now, she would tug lightly at the mercenary’s arm, assuming that he and the Black Bull was somewhere next to her, if the latter had decided to stay for it. "I smell something good over there. Are you two hungry?"
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Post by Charles Constantine✾ on Oct 18, 2020 0:57:13 GMT -5
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Suna managed to spot him as he made his way towards the two of them. It didn't take long for her to greet him back as greeted the couple. "I'm doing fine. Kind of..." He gave her a friendly reply. Of course, it was likely she expected a negative reply, they were talking about Charles, after all. It was nothing out of common, aside from the fact that the silver mage came to the festival, but even someone like him had its own reasons. The face the Black Bull made to the realization of who the guy beside her pretty much took him off-guard and gave out a priceless reaction. [break][break] Charles nodded acknowledging the fact that the two met before on two different occasions. The Black Bull caught a glimpse of the man's ability in combat before, so he knew he wasn't someone that had to be taken lightly. "Yeah... We've fought together on two occasions." He added up to Hans's comment, but by looking at his face he could tell that he didn't want to talk much about Kikka. The silver mage didn't blame her at all, it was something that would rather not bring up, especially in front of Suna. By the looks of it, the two had a relationship beyond friendship and Kikka was a sensitive topic for both him and Hans. Charles also wondered if the mercenary planned on going back there. The things that happened were better off not spoken in public and in eyes of people who could be disgusted to hear such things. Nonetheless, if the chance presented itself, the silver mage would most likely ask Hans if he has intentions of going back there. He told Suna about what happened at Kikka, but he never spoke about Hans's involvement, nor he was aware of the extent the elf knew about the place. "I got one recently and started practicing after that." He clearly referred that he started practicing after Kikka. Suna then lowered her voice and said something that caught the silver mage off-guard, but for some reason, it didn't exactly surprise as he brought it up before. "I didn't come here to find a girl, I'm here because the food they're preparing today is quite nice." Charles replied to her statement of getting a girl, it seemed as the Black Bull would be unable to start Suna from trying to find him one, especially while the festival is taking place. At the end of the day, he gave out his true reasoning as to why he was here, which would likely not shock her at all. [break][break] Hans later asked as to how he knew Suna. Surprisingly enough the Black Bull knew the blue-haired elf for far longer than the mercenary. Having met some long time ago back in the forest with another Magic Knight by the name of Fuu, but that was something he would rather not think about much since Fuu was annoying from his point of view and further reinforced his dislike towards the nobles, though it wasn't the case towards every single noble he saw. "We met months ago back in a forest, with another girl named Fuu. It was a somewhat unexpected meeting, we met after that and we started getting along ever since for some reason we always end up having to fight some sort of mana beast when we meet... Now that I think about it, this is actually the first time we've ever seen each other that didn't involve a mana beast." Charles laughed about the fact that he just realized until now that this was their first time ever seeing each other without having to fight a mana beast unless during this time a mana beast appeared from the crowd and attacked the two, even though a funny thought, it was unlikely. [break][break] Charles felt a sudden rush in magical energy which appeared to come from inside the Royal Palace. The aura was quite powerful being as powerful as the level of a Vice-Captain or even Captain. Which made the silver mage uneasy for a moment, he didn't recognize that energy like Hans and Suna did, but he knew that whoever was releasing that powerful energy was indeed powerful and someone you probably wouldn't want to mess with. "Her? If you're talking about the person who's releasing that huge amount of magical energy. I think you should worry more about the well-being of the person who provoked her." Provoking a Captain or even a Vice-Captain didn't wasn't a sign of courage, it just meant you were outright dumb, especially in a place like this. Nonetheless, if the two went with her the silver mage would tag along both out of curiosity and because he wants to give the food a try inside the palace. Maybe he will also find for someone he's looking for while he was there, he may find them. This was a big festival, so the possibility of him being there was going to be high. [break]
[attr="class","hanatextd"]Lilliana nearly choked on her wine as she attempted to stifle her laughter as she listened to both the ranting and raving of the squabbles and the murmurs rumbling through the crowd. Nobles. Born into such easy and comfortable lives, yet they still managed to find things to complain and argue about. It was so cute of them to think themselves better than others, it was true that they usually possessed far more magical power than others, but to act like they controlled everything and were so much better than everyone else it made her want to roll her eyes. The pink haired mage shook her head to herself as she thought about all the destruction that had been caused throughout the kingdom in recent times. Oh yes, what a fine job indeed they had been doing of that. Honestly their petty issues and how they saw those 'lower' than them was not of her concern, but that didn't stop it from being fascinating to behold. She had always heard about how nobles could be egotistical pricks to one another as well as commoners, but this was her first time experiencing it first hand.
In fact, the bubble mage had to admit that watching them squabble amongst one another was nothing short of amusing and it seemed that quite a number of other guests felt the same. The murmurs and whispers of nearby guests beginning to stir as the scene before them unfolded. From what she could tell, they were all related in one way or another, calling each other cousin, however, it was thanks to some other guest's whispers she managed to learn the family name was Ravencrest. A name that rung a bell, but Lilliana wasn't entirely sure why. Obviously they were nobility, that much was evident, but Lilliana was not entirely well versed in their names alone. There were some names stuck out like a sore thumb due to how much land and business they owned. For her to have heard it before they must have done something to draw attention their way, could they perhaps be one of the more well established households? If that were the case, they were really acting ridiculous for a family of their standing.
Lilliana's eyes rested upon the fellow pink haired mage, the angry, intimidating one. She definitely was strong enough to be known for something, perhaps it was her that she had heard of. Regardless, despite her best efforts to rack her brain and memories, the bubble mage simply couldn't recall why the name 'Ravencrest' was familiar. She would shrug this off, it wasn't important right now anyway. She needed to find the right timing to introduce herself to the man beside the family quarrelling. Right now still didn't seem like the best time however. So she'd continue to sip on her wine, the glass now nearly empty while she continued to eavesdrop just as much as the next onlooker. Smirking from time to time at what she heard whilst looking for her chance to step forward without drawing too much attention to herself. She didn't want to break up such a 'happy' family reunion and destroy everyone else's entertainment after all.
Lilliana had been so preoccupied watching the menacing woman she had failed to notice her target had moved, the voice from behind making her jump. Thankfully by this point she had polished off her glass, so no wine was spilt, but she still raised one hand to her chest as if to calm her heart.
"Vice Captain?" She'd wonder allowed, turning to see the face of the man she had been meaning to talk to and having to do a double take to where he had been standing moments ago. Oh, so that's why the name rang bells the woman was a vice captain, a prestigious position, perhaps some of the other family members arguing here were also part of the Magic Knights, it would make sense. Hearing the man speak so openly about himself to her though, she wondered just how true the rumours of the Crimson Lions and their tempers really were. Lily had always just assumed that the stories were embellished, there was no way people could be as ferocious as some of the stories made them out to be. Seeing just how scary the woman before her was though, she was beginning to wonder if perhaps they were true after all.
"Ah, yes, although I must admit I didn't exactly come here for fun." The bubble mage chuckled nervously in response, now worried that one misstep may actually get her knocked out. She tried to calm herself, this was no time to show weakness, she had to make a positive impression in front of this man. While it may not be his squad she joined in the future, captains talked to one another and he could be helpful in ultimately ensuring a place for her amongst the knights. Still, she didn't want to bring up her ambitions just yet, it was better to start with some small talk in these situations, right?
"You only just arrived recently correct? Did you have time to see the entertainment outside the halls?" She'd ask, barely managing to pull herself together to speak as confidently as she was, "There was a really interesting act, a mage that played four instruments at once with their magic, it as quite the spectacle." Lilliana paused momentarily realising she'd forgotten something crucial.
"Ah my apologies, I'm Miss Lilliana Cotterson, it's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Kasai." The pinkette bowed her head slightly, she wasn't a noble, nor raised as one, so she wasn't entirely sure on the etiquette of the situation. Hopefully she hadn't offended him by speaking so casually with him.
Post by Hania Ravencrest✾ on Oct 18, 2020 1:35:33 GMT -5
Hania had just about managed to get to the wall and closed his eyes for a moment as he listened to the music around him, it would be quite clear to anyone who saw him that he really didn't want to be there. While his eyes were closed he was actually reading a book he had memorised as it was more entertaining to him that this ball was, still, the families reputation came first and given that it was one of their own ancestors that had started this infernal thing it stood to reason that the family would be there in droves. He couldn't imagine anyone but his sister was enjoying this but who knew his family were a bunch of oddballs at the best of times. They, for the most part, but the families agenda first, of course, there were the black sheep that actually decided that their own selfish desires should go first added to that they seemed to believe that the family name put them above the common folk of the kingdom and where it was said that this was indeed the case in some aspects, in his opinion actually contradicted it. They had done nothing to be classed as 'noble' they just had the privilege to be born or in his case adopted into a family of means that didn't make them any better than the maid that fixed their beds in the morning or the cook who made their breakfasts, in fact, it meant they had a lot more to lose and had targets on their backs constantly.
His 'reading' was interrupted when he heard a familiar voice and so opened his eyes as he turned to greet his cousin Waylynn, she was stunning in her dress of whites, blues and pale greys, her mask framing her face perfectly the colours complimenting the dress itself. Turning to face her he placed his left hand to his chest and bowed a little "Good evening cousin, I hope today finds you as well as ever." he said with a warm tone, why he greeted in such a manner her had no idea but he had been doing it ever since he was a child, it was almost like it came preprogrammed into him and no matter what he or anyone else tried it was something that he couldn't break from. "You mistake me, dear cousin, it is not that it is making my ears bleed it is that there have been people hired to play and yet the guests seem to want to take over." he said leaning back against the wall "It is rather frustrating and the song was off-key." he said with a sigh, there was a clear hint of annoyance about it in his undertone but he knew how to hide it to the point only someone in the family would have been able to pick it up. "I guess so longs they are having fun that should be what matters in uncertain times like these." he said starting to push off the wall, his eyes looking over the ballroom as commoner and noble mingled. However, it happened he saw two of the more troublesome of the family and knew that this already awful day was about to get that much worse and wanted to escape stage right as soon as he could.
As he was getting ready to leave it was like his captain had decided that he was going to make an entrance and he did in quite the way lighting all the candles in the ballroom giving it a more spooky feel. Many of those seemed caught off-guard and who was he to blame them after everything that had happened of late but when the initial shock was dealt with people seemed to enjoy it and even clapped at the ingenuity of doing such a spectacle that added to the atmosphere. He was about to head to the door when he felt a set of eyes boring a hole into him and turned to look in the direction he felt it coming from. There stood his elder sister in a dazzlingly elegant royal blue dress, the look she gave made it clear if he even thought about leaving before the night was then he wouldn't live to regret it. He was actually quite sure that he would be expected to remain even if he was dying, of course, that was an over-exaggeration for how tough a time his sister gave him he knew she loved him and would make sure he was safe. Heaven help anyone who attempted to hurt him if she found out that all he knew. She was the lioness for a reason and one he would never want to be pissed off at him if he could help it. It would seem like she had come with a member of the black bulls, he wasn't too sure which one he was but was pretty sure he had seen him when dropping some things off at their squad headquarters for Lydia but he could have been mistaken.
Lydia and her 'date' were heading towards the door when he noticed she had suddenly stopped and made a beeline towards the troublesome pair "So cousin, want to make a bet on which one is going to be drowned in the punchbowl this evening?" he asked his ice blue eyes turning towards Waylynn before he stopped his body tensing as he felt his sisters intimidating aura, he was able to shake it off but it was clear that all eyes were on Lydia and many of those within the hall were less than comfortable "Excuse me cousin." he said once again placing his left hand to his chest and bowing as he had when he greeted them before heading towards his sisters and the pair that was nothing but issues if you asked him. Normally to touch his sister when she was annoyed was asking for your arm to be torn off and slapped with it but she had never once been angry at him when he had done it which he was thankful for. "Good evening Lydia, you look beautiful." he said warm and sincerely to her as he took her arm lightly "Let's not get angry right now, this festive ball is meant to lift spirits not add additional ones to the realm of the dead." he said calmly trying to defuse the situation because he had no way of denying when she was this annoyed she would wipe out an entire army to get that one person who upset her. "Everyone is looking Lyd, we are in front of the captain, the wizard king and his advisor are here please keep your anger in check." he whispered after leaning into her "Remember how it will look on the family, we will look little better than the Silva if we continue." he finished before turning to the one who likely caused it.
Typhon. He was a problem child in his personal opinion, he believed that his status as a Ravencrest had given him right to be above others and his parents had blown enough hot air up his ass that he could be called a hot air balloon by this point. Still, when you believe you fly so high above the rest there is only one way to go... and that was crashing down to earth. This was something that he was more than happy to do even if this piece of proverbial dirt believed him lower than himself for not being born into the family. "Dear cousin, I hope this eve finds you well as always." he began his voice calm as he made eye contact with the silver-haired man, his hand going to his chest once more as he bowed a little being polite. "I know you hold disdain for me, I know you hold disdain for those within a lower status than you, I realise for some reason you wish to claim my sister's position at the head of the family." The latter was clear just by how he carried himself and how he would put his own priorities before anyone else's. "But please realise cousin, that we are no better than rich members of the kingdom." he said his tone flat as he didn't want to sugarcoat things when it came to someone who was worth less of his time than making a cup of tea. "The word 'noble' has a few meanings you are going for the more 'I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth so I can do what I want when I want since I'm better than the rest of you' meaning of the word and this will ruin you at the end of the day as you did nothing to earn your rank or title, you have no merit of your own and so you are living off the tailcoats of those that have come before you and have done remarkable things." he stated somewhat coldly
"A 'true' noble things about people other than themselves. They protect those that can not do so themselves, they help the needy and provide aid for those in need." he turned his eyes to his sister as he spoke these words his tone softening as he did so before they steeled and turned back to Typhon "You are no true noble, in fact, a rat in the gutter has more principles and honour than you have if you are going to keep to that attitude why no just go join the Silva, you have the same poor excuse of an attitude as them." he said his voice as cold as the element he wielded it was true he was in no way as scary as his sister but she had brought him up since he was six years old and so he definitely had some of the same personality quirks as her. Taking a deep breath he calmed himself "However, for tonight let's forget the times of woe and standings, let's enjoy the festivities that are here to boost the morale of everyone alike." he said once again with a level head as he now turned his attention to Michail "Good eve dear cousin, it's been a while since I saw you last. I hope the fates have been smiling upon you." he said bowing as was his normal style continuing as if what had just happened never did.
[attr="class","textie"]He had heard that there was some event going on, some sort of festival for the season. While he hadn't planned on going, there was a certain someone he was hoping to bump into there, though he doubted he'd see her. It was a strange thing for him to want to see someone again, but she was enjoyable company. All of their interactions had been pleasant, and she didn't pry into him, and he didn't pry into her. It was nice to have company who simply let you be, though he wanted to pay her back for that little prank she played when they were at the cafe. He figured if she was here he would get his chance, and if not he would simply save it for another time. Putting on his red shirt, and the black overcoat to match it, he supposed he looked okay. A simple black mask lay on his bed, picking it up he adorned his face with it before walking out of the Golden Dawn base.
Thankfully the Palace where this took place was nearby so he didn't have to travel long, and he wasn't wearing his Golden Dawn robe either, so no one would probably recognize him either. Which was nice since he didn't do well in crowds, but he had to be ready to be approached just in case. A few deep breaths later, and he walked into the Palace finding his way to the main ballroom he saw many people there. There were some that he recognized, and many that he didn't all in all it was exactly as he expected except for a minor change. The Wizard King, and his aid were present. Samson he recognized almost immediately it was someone that he couldn't forget, the first man who had similar ideals to him. Their fight was one of the few things that he remembered fondly.
He wanted to go say hi to the man, but he doubted the former Shining General would even remember him, so instead he stayed against the far wall. His simple black mask obscuring his features, as his slitted teal eyes scanned the room. It was a mix of people, mostly nobles, and knights from what he could see. A few civilians meandering around, but it was just another dance where people went to peacock their status even if their faces couldn't be seen. That is what he thought, though he didn't wish to rain on anyones parade that happened to be actually enjoying themselves. Of course he had been late, and he didn't have a date either, so dancing was currently out of the question for him. Though he didn't want to be bothered he'd prefer to look busy than alone.
"Hmmm...It seems I underestimated the need for a companion this time..." he mused to quietly to himself, and scanned the crowd looking for the person that he had hoped to bump into. As he thought she wasn't here, but that was to be expected after all, she seemed similar to him, and large gatherings like this didn't seem like her kind of place. It was a shame that he would have to get her back another time, but was patient if nothing else. "That is disappointing..." he said to himself once again as he leaned against the wall getting comfortable.
Post by Willow Omens on Oct 18, 2020 4:16:40 GMT -5
She needed to be more outgoing, she was told this numerous times back home in New Haven. By her father, by her mother, by her twin sisters and older sister. She was advised to try and seek out other people outside of the village to rely on, people that she could look to for a hand when she needed it. She was told by those people she met outside that she could do with joining a magic knight squad, one that would help her get out of her comfort zone. Willow had managed to do all of that. She surmounted her anxiety by holing herself up in her room and only going out for quick missions.
That wasn't enough she had been told. It wasn't enough to just do a job and then run back home the first chance she got. She had to be more outgoing she was told, again, by the very same people who first encouraged her. The reclusive basket case was beholden to her anxiety and agoraphobia in all but the direst of times, lending her aide during a hazardous time for the kingdom and then running back home to sort out the thoughts running through her head and deep within her heart.
She needed something more to herself, more than just drawing with coffee, more than just hiding in her room and dreaming of being brave. SHe needed more than her job and reclusive tendencies. What better way to push her boundaries than head to the spirit ball that was in full swing? She would be arriving quite late as a result of her getting ready both physically and mentally.
Her emotions were a whirlwind cavalcade of a waterfall. As hectic as that analogy was, it still did the girl little justice in describing her thought process on being terrified of being with so many new people, dressing up, dancing with anyone if able to?
Her long pink locks of hair were done up into a bun, short hairs pulled up perfectly with her hair tied and hidden in an orange themed cloth cover for the bun, topped with a little green embroidery to give it the look of a pumpkin! What better way to celebrate this all than with a themed outfit?
Black sleeves, black stockings, little purple frills sticking out of the sides of her detached sleeves. A close to the chest style straight0laced dress of black with orange trim and cross-shaped accents. Willow looked like the spitting image of a Spirit Festival mascot, or maid cafe worker at the least.
Arriving on the scene as the festivities were in the middle of being thrown, she would step out from her carriage, something which was given to her by the Silver Eagle squad. A look of nervousness on her face, both hands held up near herself as she tried her hardest to not have a panic attack then and there!
Just be yourself, calm down, try to socialize with some people, she repeated to herself mentally, looking for any familiar face for safety.
Seeing the practiced movement with which the woman wielded the bow, Shizu immediately perked up, her expression lighting up as she recognized the hands of someone who KNEW an instrument. And almost immediately she grinned from ear to ear, PLEASED when she saw the woman begin to ..... question. She could see it, almost FEEL the way the woman was being called to the music. And when the Noblewoman at last allowed those strings to strum, when at long last she allowed that inner etude it's wanting exposure, allowing the flow of emotion and intent to spill it's way into the air by the sharp, delicate vibrations the strings could so afford. When at first the woman began, the violins played backup, and Shizu herself considered taking her own back up to join the woman. But no, she could.....feel it. This wasn't a duet. It was a performance all of Eritheia's own. Even as she spoke, playing in tandem with words, Shizu felt this deserved..... support, not a side by side. And so she SWEPT her hands outward to the side. And her sound magic promptly kicked in. Amplifying the sound from Eritheia's instrument just a little. Nothing blaring, nothing that raised the volume, but one that simple allowed that sound to travel easier. And in the very same motion, a piano flourished to life in front of her. One that glistened, in a smooth, translucent off-green glass. No sooner had Eritheia begun to play, than did her instrument shine with Shizu's elemental oddity. The notes didn't just play. They glittered to life. That glass refracting light, projecting the song into the air. Of course....this wasn't JUST for a pretty display. Shizu didn't know this song. So she stared up at the sheet music as it played out, and soon began to settle at the piano, and began to play her accompaniment. Not playing along side the music, but boosting it. Accenting it. She was not here to take the show, nor join it, but to gently give more sway, more flow, to the feelings that spilled from the noblewoman. The keys of the Piano swelling as she supplied the filler to give the woman's music it's own chance to capture attention and express in a socially acceptable way. Front and Center, as a silver was supposed to. She paused, noticing those that had begun to watch, and she afforded herself a smile as she listened to the woman's music swelling in rhythm and vigor. Until at long last the music reached it's conclusion, and the pair of them let those final notes echo through the air, a melody that would even be heard up in the palace perimeter. And as she turned her attention back to the woman, she couldn't help but grin, hands perked up cattishly as she chuckled and tilted her head playfully to the side. "Oh not at all~ I'm simply here to play my music. To be able to play with such a talented violinist such as yourself is more than enough compensation~" She trilled humbly, standing up and offering a respectful curtsy to the woman.
Post by Eritheia Silva on Oct 18, 2020 12:19:58 GMT -5
"Talented." Eritheia remarked in an almost despondent tone. She couldn't stop herself from reacting to Shizu's comment. The comment itself was harmless but a complete stranger, and a commoner at that, was able to appreciate her art and talent. This same stranger was able to compliment her in a way her family never could. Eritheia shook off the feeling as quickly as it came over her considering she was in the company of a stranger. "I suppose when you're a noble like myself there is really nothing you cannot do successfully." She said it but did she believe it? There were a lot of things she said that she didn't necessarily believe. To be a noble was to act the part. There was never any guarantee that anything she said felt true or was true. Fortunately as a noble the burden of truth was not placed upon you. What you said and believed were simply fact by virtue of your status. Or, at least, that was the way of her family. It may as well have been engraved on their crest.
"Well, thank you for allowing me to play with you. Here, for your trouble. I wouldn't want to play your instruments and not compensate you somehow. I'm sure you could use the money." Despite the apparent kindness of her gesture, it was not quite free of that condescending tone many nobles possessed in spades. Reaching into her coin purse she pulled out a few Yul and would plan to place them in Shizu's hand should she accept. She then smiled at Shizu before she turned toward the palace. It was subtle but there was visible hesitation. With her back to Shizu, she stared at the palace. The prominent home of the royal family, and it looked even more stunning than normal. Why was she feeling so apprehensive? She had been there many times. She was a member of the prominent Silva family and should feel completely comfortable around royalty and other nobility. She is of the finest breeding and her lineage dates back to the Kingdoms beginning. She genuinely has nothing to fear. If anything, others should feel anxious around her. I’m better than all of them. They can’t hold a candle to the Silva fam...ily. She thought strongly before trailing off.
Shaking off her doubts, Eritheia resumed her walk toward the palace. In a moment of pure spontaneity she turned and looked at Shizu. “Come to the palace with me.” She said in a near demanding tone. “Your instrumental talents could be a much needed addition to the festivities at the palace. I know you say you aren’t seeking it, but I imagine the nobles will tip nicely. That’s just some added incentive. The palace is where you’ll find the most stimulating conversations and the finest food and spirits. There is a honey infused frangipane tart with strawberry and raspberry glaze and a most divine chocolate whiskey souffle with cherry sauce. It must be tasted to be believed. There will likely be rare vintages from Silva owned wineries that are capable of refining even the most inferior palates. The aromas and tastes will feel like a symphony. I promise you won’t be the only commoner there.” She said in the most polite way possible when referring to someone as a commoner.
Eritheia gazed confidently at Shizu as her hair danced in the wind and gown flowed and sparkled. “I can’t say many would pass up an opportunity to celebrate in the palace, especially when they stand to taste some of the most delicious things this world has to offer.” She added with a notable smirk. Gesturing for Shizu to follow, Eritheia grabbed her dress and swung herself around, very much expecting Shizu to follow without much thought. She did wonder the types of questions she would have. She figured she had never been to the palace and therefore having many questions would seem pretty normal. If anyone was able to answer those it would be a noblewoman. As she approached the palace she began to think about Shizu’s presence. What would the others say? How would they respond to her being there? Would they conduct themselves abhorrently or retain a shred of dignity and grace considering she is the official guest of a fellow noble? She would certainly find out soon enough!
A pleased curl settled on his lips when the other seceded to wearing the mask. He wasn’t a sadist who wanted to see the older uncomfortable under his attention, but it did sate something deep in Mor to be listened to and heeded to.
It was for the blond’s own sake, he’d like to think. About everyone else at the festivities had their masks donned, or at least those who the merchant’s heir preferred to look upon. Those with their faces bare were a sore sight to see. Was it really so hard for the denizens to let their hardiness loose for just one night?
It was hard, apparently.
“Tsk,” Mor clucked his tongue when the outer edges of the magic first resonated to them. Here he thought the knights would have the discipline to behave themselves for the ball, but maybe it was too generous of him to expect battalions to know about public relations.
Was one night too much to ask for? One hour?
Luckily, Forrest wasn't a fan of the development either and before Mor was able to come to a decision on whether or not he wanted to confront their captains over the unsettling spells, a hand slipped into his own and whisked the pair away from the scene. “Crowded indeed.”
Just as the taller snatched a few morsels from the dessert table– though for what reason, Mor didn’t have a single clue– the bluenette picked up a few treasures of his own. As he was led away and they bypassed a palace servant, his free hand picked up two golden filled flutes with precarious dexterity. One stem nestled between pointer and middle while the other between pinky and ring.
A balcony was their destination, and Mor had to admit that the gust of fresh breeze was relieving. Mingling was only so tolerable until the heat of all those bodies indoors suffocated. Not including the inevitable of those who wanted to bring in magic to the scene.
Turns out that the desserts were for that little float persistent by his teammate's shoulder. He wouldn't have given the thing that much attention, that much care, though that was probably why it hissed at him when he first gave his greeting.
If only there was a way to thank Forrest for keeping the creature occupied with snacks without outright voicing derision towards interrupting pets.
Mor, too, leaned against the railing beside Forrest and adjusted the glasses into his two hands, offering one of the servings to his company, except the gesture was more insistent, almost demanding. "Champagne." It wasn't even a question.
“Is this more your scene?" He idly gestured into the empty air around them. "Far from the center of the throes of people with less chances of being disturbed? Dare I say that I’m not too against this either...” Especially after that hullabaloo that escalated in the palace within two seconds, he could've done with some fresh air. A perfect event, ruined. So much for bringing back a tradition.
Mor looked over at the other with a sarcastic smile and brought up his own glass in a gesture to toast. “To our fiery captains?"
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“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”
Regarding Suna's little inside joke and a pat on his arm, Hans glanced over to the elf before quickly glancing away as certain...memories flashed through his mind, causing him to rub the back of his neck. "Hmm...yeah..." He said almost absentmindedly with a subtle smirk.
The deed has been done, and the scammer has been scammed. One would think that the 'foxy' scammer would learn his lesson after this...but as soon as the two mages were away from the vendor, the scammer was at it again, fooling a new sucker.
Guess not all people are capable of change...
Now all that's left is for Hans to give those beautiful blue flowers to Suna.
The merc handed them over with a proud little smile on his face, one he'd be a bit embarrassed about having if he realized. Hans nodded at Suna's thank you, but then raised an eyebrow as she approached him. Before the man could even question it, he felt a brush of lips against his cheek, making him blink quickly two times. It was so quick, innocent, and sweet, fitting the elf's currently shy demeanor. Hans would be lying if he said he didn't want more, but he guessed that Suna wasn't a fan of showing too much affection in public. To be fair, Hans is like that as well...but he does have his moments. "Glad you like them."
As the dark mage expected, Suna was interested to head on over to where the music is playing, wrapping her arm around his own. Part of him wonders why the elven 'witch' adores music so much. He could see the appeal, but wasn't much of a music person...Then again, he never really just sat back and listened to anything for too long. Perhaps it's a sound mage thing?
With a nod, the couple were just about to head on over until the merc felt a familiar mana signature, followed by a voice.
"Hm?" Turning around, Hans noticed the male coming his way, waving at the two. "Is that..." Before Hans could finish, Suna had greeted the man by his name, causing the merc to look over at the elf with his brows raised a little. Yeah, that was Charles alright, but he didn't expect Suna to know him, and it seems like he knows her as well. The merc stood there quietly, listening to these two catch up a bit until the silver mage turned his attention to him.
Suna introduced the merc, unknown to her that it wasn't really necessary. Patting the woman's hand lightly, Hans smiled lightly before saying, "Ah, we already know each oth-" then the silver mage yelled out, catching Hans off guard since he was certainly not expecting this coming from Charles. "Hmmm...?" Hans wasn't exactly sure why Charles was so surprised besides the answer being pretty obvious. Perhaps he just didn't expect to see Hans wearing something so...fancy?
"We fought together once." the merc answered, referring to that wolf mission they did along with that water mage. Hans' friendly little smile then shifted to a frown as he remembered something. "Well...twice actually." he added, giving Charles a knowing look. Of course he was referring to Kikka, but the dark mage was trying his best to not dwell on it...especially not on this night. He did kind of wonder if Charles has plans on returning to that town, but Hans wouldn't blame him if he didn't. The both of them went through some pretty traumatic stuff there...
Hans silently smirked at Suna's little mock performance towards Charles before coming into the conversation himself. "So you've picked up sword fighting then?" Hans asked, remembering what Suna said to the silver mage about it. Of course being a sword person himself, Hans was interested. "Oh, how do you two know each other?" He asked, the thought nearly slipping his mind
It was all good and fun between the three...but then Hans felt that glass mage's mana....and he immediately stopped, and furrowed his brows, looking over towards the palace.
Didn't seem like he was the only one since Suna reacted to it as well which made sense considering that's her mentor. Hans had only met Lydia once...but that mana was hard to forget. It felt more....murderous this time however.
"Do you want to see if she's alright?" Hans asked, looking over to Suna. Whether the sound mage wanted to go check on Lydia or continue to the music is up to her, and of course he wouldn't mind if Charles wanted to tag along.
Whatever or whoever was stupid enough to make Lydia this angry....Hans certainly didn't envy them.
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Hans nodded as Charles answered his question regarding the sword. The merc picked up on the silver mage's 'after that' and had a strong feeling that he was referring to Kikka. "I see." the dark mage commented. Perhaps Charles had taken up sword training to further strengthen himself in case he ever finds himself in a similar situation? Hans could definitely respect that. "Perhaps I could give you a few pointers one day, and maybe a spar." Hans nodded. The merc wouldn't exactly call himself a great teacher...but a spar would be interesting.
The dark mage listened to both Charles and Suna as they recalled their first meeting. A chance meeting in a forest, just like how he and Suna first met, except replace Mana Beasts with a manipulative witch and her brainwashed victim. Hans couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the irony of it all. The merc smirked at their little mana beast comments before shaking his head. "Night's still young. Who knows....maybe a mana beast will fall from the sky." the guy jested with a shrug. The three were having their fun, and the night has been going well so far...but then they started to sense that great mana....
Looking back over to Charles as he spoke, Hans placed his free hand on his chin as he pondered over the silver mage's words. "Yeah...You might be right." He was very much right. If anything, Hans was more curious about what worked Lydia up so much. "Hmm..If you say so." Hans said to Suna. Out of the three of them, Suna certainly knew Lydia better, and if whatever was going on inside wasn't enough to concern the sound mage, then it wasn't really anything to worry about...probably.
With that out of the way, Suna was still determined to go check that music out, not at all coming as a surprise to Hans. She asked if Charles wanted to come along, and the dark mage nodded, not at all minding the silver mage's presence. It was nice to have another familiar face around, especially since Hans didn't know that many people...and trusted even less. Whether Charles decided to tag along or not, Hans would find himself being pulled by Suna towards the source of that interesting music.
As they got closer to their destination, the music grew louder and so they were within a crowd of others who've come to listen. As Suna came to a stop, so did Hans. The merc looked down as he watched the elf instantly sink into the music. The look of pure bliss and joy was enough for the merc to smile lightly before turning to face the silver haired violinist, a noble no doubt. Hans could tell from the look on Suna's face that her mind was at work, focusing on this music, and the merc wanted to try and experience what she was experiencing, to see this through her eyes. Even though he hasn't listened to much music, especially anything played with a violin, he could tell how strong, dark....and aggressively passionate this piece was. The merc closed his eyes, trying to get a better feel of what was being played, finding himself in a bit of a trance. This was certainly fitting for a night like this.
Then the music stopped...and the crowd began to clap and cheer, Suna as well, which caused Hans to open his eyes, blinking a few times as if he had just woken from a slumber. He looked almost confused, looking around, and to Charles if he were here then to Suna. He then looked up at the two musically gifted mages, and slowly started to clap as well. Was music always so...powerful?
Hans took notice of Suna's shy little wave, appearing to be focused at one of the two female mages, but they weren't close enough for him to figure out who she was exactly looking at. Maybe she knew them too? Or perhaps she was just that big of a fan already. After that, Hans felt another tug on his arm by the sound mage. "Yeah, I could go for something to eat." Almost on cue, Hans' stomach would growl...but if he was lucky, the various sounds made by the other folks will hopefully keep that hidden.
Assuming that they are all in agreement, and would head right away, the group would head down to an area with multiple food vendors, holding a wide variety of dishes, both spooky and non-spooky themed. A vendor that caught Hans' eyes was one selling a variety of kebabs.....
POW
50
DUR
60
SEN
20
STA
23
CON
49
HEALTH senior
SKIN senior
MANA POOL 80/80
MANA REGEN 25 IC / 20 OOC
ITEMS Cosmic Blessing
NOTES Reposted. Hans' outfit (He's also wearing a pair of fake fangs.)
Ahhh, there it was once again. For the second time in such a short while Shizu sensed the faint beginnings of uncertainty in this strange 'noble' human. The soft murmur after the aknowledgement seemed almost halfhearted to her attentive ears, and of all things the woman again attempted to assert some sort of charity toward her. The woman's actions again seeming at odds with her voice as they pressed a few yul into her palm, causing Shizu to tilt her head as she wondered, curious if the woman was truly being so condescending, or if this was simply the woman's only outlet for expressing her gratitude. She gently eyed the yul now in her palm before she smiled warmly up to the taller woman. "Thank you very much, miss!" She responded, curious to catch the woman's reaction. Though it didn't take long for the woman to turn their attention almost anxiously up to the royal palace. Something which drew a gentle tilt of Shizu's head as she followed the woman's gaze. And for a moment, she thought she recognized a look of anxiety. Was the woman perhaps unhappy with the fact that she was expected to make her way up there? Or was there something else about the palace that was on their mind? She didn't exactly have a ton of information to go on, but before she knew it the woman suddenly turned to her and invited her to accompany them to the Royal Palace!
She had to admit that it had been a place she had endeavored to outright avoid in entirety. What little experience with nobles she actually had was not exactly the bees knees, as it were. But.... this strange, odd woman certainly posed her own interesting uniqueness to the situation. And she couldn't help but find herself smiling warmly at the invitation, and even the extravagant detail with which the woman enticed her with what sort of food would be available at the place. On one hand, she could have desciphered it as a means of the woman merely holding a carrot before her, trying to entice her with food. Not that food was anything she had any issue putting together. But the fact remained. This woman wanted her company, perhaps even intending to use Shizu as a buffer of sorts, or maybe she was to be a token of comfort for the woman who seemed so uncertain about her presence in the first place. Of all things, it was her curiosity that caused her to offer a warm smile, a gentle curtsy, and a nod of her head. "I would be honored to accompany you ma'am." She responded softly, and when Eritheia promptly started striding off in the direction of the Royal palace, Shizu followed along willingly enough.
She offered a sweeping bow to those that had appreciated her performance. One parting glance at the folk, common and otherwise, that had been roused or transfixed with the performance, and she wondered if she would get such a ....lovely audience up in the palace? She always did like loud, raucus, joyous music. Even the somewhat subtle pice she had played at first had been more of an opener with the intent to swing into more energetic music. Would such a thing even be tolerated up in the royal palace? Well there was no point inb eing shy about it. She supposed at the very worst, she'd be kicked out, and then she could go back to playing outside. A win win~ And as the Silva led her on, and they approached the entrance to the Palace proper, she sped up just a little, placing herself beside, but still just a bit behind, lest she trigger some prideful thorns, the woman as they approached. "I confess I'm a bit glad. I wasn't particularly fond of the notion of making my way into the palace. Judgemental eyes aren't all that healthy for a performer. But I feel much better going about it with appreciative company." She remarked, giving the woman a fond glance, to assure Eritheira knew it was her to whom she was referring. But also to watch the woman's reactions. Still somewhat curious to see if there would be any glimmer of resonance when she brought up her aversion to the palace. Gently fishing, as passively as she could, for whatever ws behind that gaze at the palace earlier.
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