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June took a moment to survey the crowd once Bengal relocated Eve to the other side of him. She noticed a familiarly gloomy individual sulking across the room. A blond man, probably a Ravencrest, was speaking to him, but had left that familiar miserable soul all alone. She frowned. Why would such a doom and gloom individual bother to come to the Yule Ball, an event that oozed cheer?
Curiosity sank its hooks into the short noblewoman, who stood and trailed her fingers across Bengal's upper arm before wandering into the crowd. The look on the Magic Knight's face was similar to that of a cat stalking its prey. She picked her way through several people who were in varying states of merriment --some standing around and chattering, others doing something that almost resembled dancing.
She came to a stop in front of that lowly and grumpy looking man, Julien.
"I thought I sensed a dark cloud in the room," June said as she came to stand in front of her victim. "You don't strike me as the type to intentionally show up places where people are going to be happy. Or was it too tempting to get a chance to ruin the mood?"
The short woman had to look up to look Julien in the eye, even in her heeled shoes, but she still managed to have the attitude of someone looking down on him. She swiped a few glasses from a near by tray and pushed a glass of wine into the man's hands without asking him if he wanted anything.
Smirking at the man over her glass, the silvery-blue haired woman asked, "What brings you here, Mister Misery?"
Post by Genesis Fantome on Dec 11, 2020 0:52:20 GMT -5
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Genesis Fantôme
La Poste
The question posed by the Blue Rose captain (Alyssa Lilygate❃) threw her off a little. A deer caught in a cart’s lantern light? Was it only coincidence that the woman had chosen to use such a phrase? That particular phrase only brought up memories of Kikka and the lanterns from Charlotte, the latter giving them vision when they had needed it most. Regardless, she was sure that it was only an innocent comment and had nothing to do with Kikka. Perhaps she was just over imagining things. On another note, Gen had always wondered how such a good hearted soul like Charlotte could survive so long in there and continue lifting others up despite the dark hell she was going through—such quality was something that would forever be a mystery to the shadow mage.
But to the remark, she only blinked out of her brief reverie and shook her head. “I’m fine. Merci.” Little had she realized how she was not as invisible as she used to be, and how notoriety was also mixed in her name. She shook her head again when the woman mentioned about her host. He did not mention his last name, nor did she try to find out. Well, knowledge is power, and that was something she obviously did not have. Alyssa was also telling her a bit more about the ice mage, of his personality and loyalty to the family and kingdom. Honestly, she did not know much about the man, so all this information was quite insightful.
“I see.” That was all she could get in before they arrived at where a huddle of people were, and the other woman was greeting some powerful people. The Crimson Lion captain and vice captain, among others. They seemed to be fairly close or at least on very good terms, by the familiar way they greeted each other.
But now grey eyes turned upon her host, who had apparently been waiting for her. (Hania Ravencrest✾) And that bow again. She supposed she would just have to get used to it. A mere coincidence, that was all. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. “Uh, thanks for the invitation...” Aside from common courtesy, the shadow mage was definitely out of her element in this lavish and extravagant ball. The place was reeking with nobility, and she had been tempted more than once to cover herself in her magic and just blend into the shadows...or just leave entirely. But she was stuck here, so she might as well make the best out of it. Surveying and marking out the area would not be a bad idea either.
Then he was talking about the maid. “She was very helpful.” She replied. All the particular fashion cuts in this dress—she would have been completely lost if it were not for the helping hand. But then he was asking her what she thought of the dress, and the side of her mouth twitched. “This is much better and more comfortable than that witch costume.” This was something she could be honest about. Though something prickled on the back of her mind, the thought of someone who had also said something about sending a dress...
Now he was leading her away from the crowd, and she relaxed a little now that she was not so close to all those people. “Someone said you aren’t so easily offended, but I’m not one to test that.” Her clear eyes scanned his face for any expression he might have had at that particular comment. Instead, her face expression changed when he said that he was the one who designed the dress himself. Her eyes immediately fluttered close, and she had to take a breath to keep herself from reeling. It was just a coincidence, just a coincidence. Nothing more.
Opening her eyes again, she listened as he explained how he got her measurements. Of course, it was all so logical. He had answered her question without her actually asking it, and she nodded at his answer. How preceptive. Nothing suspicious in that, right? Unfortunately, her feminine mind did not brush that nagging thought off that easily. “One would say you have an obsession with me...” Those words came unbidden, eerily similar to what she has said before to someone else. “...Hania Ravencrest.” But this time, there was also a specific name attached to it.
As for selling it... Gen ran her fingers through the fabric, admiring the fine texture and quality of it. “Maybe I’ll sell it in the future, but I think I’ll use this again someday...thank you.” Again, the perception striking too close to home. How could she live her life if powerful people like he knew so much about her?
To his comment about hating these things and for ‘dragging her into this’, she only shrugged, the edges of her eyes quirking up in faint amusement. A fellow comrade who dislikes these frivolous activities and interactions. “This is my first ball and I don’t plan on going to another one in the future.” As for his comment about the dress being more fitting for her beauty then the photo shoot costume, it was also eerily familiar.
“Beauty?” She was almost tempted to scoff, but held herself back. “What beauty? The only beauty I see is in a well made blade.” Aside from her fiery crimson hair, there really was nothing noteworthy to be said about her face...unless it was a reference to her body. That she could understand, and even if his compliment was not a reference to that, she would only put it as the manners of nobility. At least he did not have the aura and hosh post attitudes of those other nobles she has observed in the same ballroom.
“Since we’re both stuck here...” She had been eyeing the room, and now her gaze was fixed on the tables and tables of food. If those were free to take and eat, she figured she could stay a little longer after sampling some of them. “...what are those?” She pointed to a table with a particular dish. Most of these foods she had never even seen before, and her curiosity—and her stomach—was stimulated.
Notes & Stuff
OOC: This wouldn't be as fun if Gen was the only one having minor PTSD xD
The youth was apt to talk, Julien was there to listen. Though, was there much point to the diatribe spoken by the Ravencrest? To speak in hypotheticals, of what-ifs and what could have been? It was not the reality they lived in, there was no need to speculate.
[break][break] There was no need to wonder about the why and how of the way things were. The hierarchy they lived in was simply that. Class and proper were the rules they lived by. Some people were just born better. Some people just happened to be aware of the circumstances of their birth and knew it was something that would grace them for the rest of their lives.
[break][break] Or hinder them.
[break][break] Some people were just born lucky.
[break][break] "So where does that leave you?"
[break][break] Julien looked down at his glass, crimson eyes lost in that dark crimson liquid. Where did it leave him? It was simple. He was left as a Reinsberg, and that meant little. There was no point ruminating over any other thoughts.
[break][break] The question was, by choice, left unanswered, and perhaps by the dictation of conversation, left to be rhetorical. Julien could not speak up to the Ravencrest, not in that sense, nor did the other young noble give time for Julien to respond. Michail had his own plans for the night, to mingle with that noble crowd, properly be the Ravecrest he was meant as so.
[break][break] Julien was perhaps aware enough that his presence was not a welcome one in that sense. To avoid any more improper interactions, it was best if he was left alone.
[break][break] He could stay quiet, it was better that way. He would stay quiet because that was better expected of him. “Yessir.” His words came barely above a whisper when he was ordered to take care of an empty glass.
[break][break] Hesitation was the wrong choice to make.
[break][break] Because then, he was being addressed by her.
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The Silva woman from the base several days ago, the same one whose eyes held venom he could not shake.
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"I thought I sensed a dark cloud in the room,"
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While his expression did not change, there was a slight twitch to his lips, a subtle movement that betrayed his normally stoic demeanor. Somehow, someway she was still angry at him, the sparks of distrust flew like wildfire. For what reason?
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There was only one. He’d done something wrong, the terrible mistake of being at the wrong place and the wrong time, of informing her of the wrong news. The solution to her aggravation was simple, making him the target. He understood that, so it was best for him to agree to it.
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In regards to what she was attacking him with, there was little for him to say. Once again, shut down and shut out by the words of an upper noble who would not be interrupted. This was June Silva, he was simply a Reinsberg.
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Julien didn’t know what she wanted of him or rather, what she expected. Hadn’t he already done his part in remaining quiet and out of the way? Was his silence not enough? Was he supposed to do some better job of it? How could he have done so?
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Her interrogation left him struggling to find an answer that would satisfy her, not when he had no hints of what the correct answer was supposed to be. Instead, she cornered him and didn’t allow him a moment to think. She was looking at him now, her eyes cutting into him. Once again, expecting something he did not know what to give. Did she not release he was already holding two glasses? Why was she handing him another?
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He, quite literally, was unable to hold it. [break][break]
When glass shattered, he was reminded of just how fragile his place was. Whispers came to his ears, thoughts of the past that would not let go.
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“You broke it.”
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The pieces of porcelain lay clattered on the floor. He held on to his face, his vision blurred.
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“Clean it up.”
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It was like fire burned on his face, but his pain was secondary, tears hidden in the hot water that trailed down. The order came first.
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“Kneel, On the ground.”
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So he did.
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Without another word, he was on the ground. The shards were easy to gather, in part because of his affinity for the element, but the spill itself would prove difficult until another servant came over.
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As he knelt, his head still hung low. A bow, a bow perhaps made out of begging for a reprieve. His movements were still rather stiff but intentionally made.
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“I apologize, Lady Silva.” Said in earnest to the spill.
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“If my presence angers or disturbs you…” Said about her previous venomous words. “I was invited here, but my partner has left me for matters of their own.”
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“I hold no joy for this event, you are correct to say.” He said simply. “If it will burden you less to see me for I know what I remind you of… the subject of our last conversation,” Yuurei Crane’s death.
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“Then I will remove myself from your presence.”
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TL;DRJulien becomes more depressed Julien becomes Michail's personal pet for 2.5 secs and then has a mini-PTSD episode because of BULLY June before revealing to her that he is absolutely dead inside.
Post by June Silva on Dec 11, 2020 14:37:17 GMT -5
The man's brusque attitude from that night was nowhere to be seen tonight. June watched as the man simply... went belly up. Well, that drained the fun from teasing the man. She frowned, but it was a softer expression that hinted at concern rather than distaste or anger.
"Julien, forgive me. I was too harsh with you. Just..." she crouched in front of the man and waved his hands away from the broken glass and gently swatted his hands to make him drop any pieces he'd picked up.
"Leave it. It was my fault." She felt the room tilt a bit from the movement of crouching. The wine June had been drinking all night was starting to kick in. Her face had a light flush to it, letting anyone who saw her know that she was under the influence.
She waved a hand and a small stream of water appeared, swirling around the broken glass and spilled wine. It lifted in a small orb of water, resembling a kitschy snow globe. June got distracted by watching the glass shards floating around in the orb for a few moments before she stood and guided the whole mess to the nearest garbage bin, depositing everything their with a wet plop.
The noblewoman returned to Julien's side and urged him to stand up straight with a few prods in the side and shoulder.
"I was teasing you, no need to take it so seriously," the woman insisted. "You don't have to leave on my account. It is a shame you aren't enjoying the atmosphere. Perhaps a dance will brighten your mood."
Without waiting for the poor man to reply or make an escape attempt, June abandoned her glass of wine on the tray of a waiter passing by before looping one arm around Julien's and dragging him to the dance floor.
"Are all Reinsbergs this gloomy?" she asked once they made their way to an area with enough room to dance. "More importantly, do you know how to dance?"
June looked up at the gloomy man expectantly. Even if she was no longer actively trying to torment him, the Silva had sunk her claws into Julien. He'd piqued her curiosity and now she was likely to keep him around until her curiosities were satisfied.
Post by Eve Darkkon on Dec 11, 2020 17:54:38 GMT -5
She didn’t take the bait, and simply plucked the chocolate off the toothpick and ate it, causing only a slight frown from Eve as she sat back in her seat and began to eat a few things off of her own plate, noting the names that June had used to describe them and an internal rating of what she liked more than the other items. It wasn’t long before her plate began to rapidly clear, but then a question was asked. “Not yet, but it doesn’t look too hard. I’ve always been quick to learn when I’m doin’ something.” A true enough fact that she had proven when they were in dungeons or handling daemons up to this point, but that was about as far as things got before she was swept off her feet.
Well, lifted while still sitting in her chair, but still enough that she quickly grabbed the sides of it to keep from falling out from the sudden movement, and didn’t let go until Eve was firmly back on the ground. Looking at Satori with an expression that could only be defined as ‘Why?’ for a moment before he slid his plate a bit closer to her. So he had noticed that she was interested in the food he had too, which resulted in her being further away from June… not the results she wanted, but hell, she was not going to complain about more food. She looked at June for a moment as if trying to figure out a way for the smaller woman to come join them, but didn’t really see an option for that just yet.
With a small frown, she snagged a strip of beef off of Satori’s plate out of feigned spite, shoved it in her mouth, and forgot why she was mad all over again. Why was all the food here so freaking good? Granted, she wasn’t able to eat the tastiest things while she was growing up, but she wasn’t sure if the food here was just that much superior, or she had truly been eating stuff that was just that bad. Either way, she was almost in heaven at the moment, then heard his recommendation. Finishing what was in her mouth quickly, she snagged a bit of the chicken in question; hard to believe a month ago she had only known what chicken smelled like, not tasted like.
She almost missed June leaving… but as she took off, Eve saw it as an opportunity to ask some questions, and maybe do a few things that might have otherwise set June’s nobility radar off. First thing was she crammed her mouth full of a slice of steak she had gotten for herself, not bothering to cut it and simply chewing it for some time. After a few more seconds, she finally had it to a manageable size and swallowed, then looked towards Satori, taking a moment away from eating. “I need to understand how all of this is OK… and what it means for me in all of this. I don’t know a ton about your culture, so while I’m stuffing my face with this, perhaps you could explain?” She then proceeded to eat more, only planning to pause once Satori needed a response from her or the plates before her were empty.
"Julien, forgive me.” [break][break] Forgiveness implied that he would have felt slighted, or offended by what the woman had said. The problem was, he did not deny her words. They were true after all. There was nothing to be changed about his rather sullen demeanor and if June Silva found that dissatisfying, then it befell to him to undo the damage that had been done. [break][break] There was nothing to forgive her for. Julien stayed silent, his confusion about the matter stayed internal. [break][break] The Silva did not have to kneel down with him, that was not befitting of a noble of her standing. Yet, if she thought pity was what Julien needed, then he would not deny her either. [break][break] Gentle hands reached for his own. He would hesitate, initially, unaccustomed to the touch. He pulled his shaking hands away, curling fingers into fists that would hide the subtle trembling. He watched with trailing eyes to her display of magic to clean up his mess. She would go as far as that, apparently, her acts of compassion knew no end. [break][break] But if he noticed, her cheeks were flushed slightly red. [break][break] Perhaps drunkenness had taken enough hold for her to act so rashly considerate. [break][break] They came to standing, she mentioned that it was ‘unfortunate’ he was not finding joy at the joyous celebration. He still found no reasoning for her to care, and still attributed this to her inebriated state. [break][break] She was asking for a dance. He would not deny her. [break][break] "Are all Reinsbergs this gloomy?" [break][break] The irony of the question was almost enough to make him give a dry chuckle, almost. Instead, she didn’t pause, already moving on to her next question. Did he know how to dance? [break][break] “Yes, Lady Silva.” He was classically trained, as expected of a noble child. Though perhaps such a seemingly formal skill was left unlearned by many of the nobles who took arms to combat and the duties of being a Magic Knight. He knew not of her experience, but assumingly, she knew since she had asked. Whether she could perform under the influence was another matter entirely. Almost paradoxically now, he held his position at the ready. His left hand moved to lead hers, his right hand precariously at her waist. He knew the movements almost too well, all too practiced and poised. [break][break] Curiously, his eyes never raised to meet his partner. [break][break] “If you are unaware of the Reinsberg’s reputation, it’s best you remain that way, Lady Silva.” Julien exerted something of a small sigh, “As for the other members of my family, I cannot speak for them. I haven’t actually spoken to them for several years.” [break][break] The question of his identity was a rather delicate one, one he wondered as to why it was coming up for the second time that night. Born a Reinsberg, raised a Blake, accepted by neither, rejected by both. So where did that leave him? The easiest answer was ‘meaning little.’
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 11, 2020 18:59:46 GMT -5
As June rose, Bengal's eye followed her carefully. The small hand brushing along his arm caused him to brush her hip in return, a silent message that they both knew she was wandering off. She was stalking toward the quiet young man that had briefly caught his own eye. A grunt rumbled through his chest. He knew that look in her eye, but he'd just have to keep a close eye on her. Hopefully, she'd use her words, and not her feet to express herself.
Then, Eve suddenly spoke up, asking him what this 'all meant' as she put it. A bemused expression formed on his face, resting his chin in his palm as he kept a careful eye on June.
"If she's fine with it, I am. Ryuutei claim multiple wives or husbands. Usually wives due to our low birth rate but the outlook has..." he waved a hand idly, "Expanded a bit with past few generations. I have June and Emily, I mentioned before briefly to you." As he explained this he kept an eye on the silver maned woman. She was talking with the man. Though it looked like she was bullying him a bit instead. He looked back toward Eve.
"You're attractive, fast-thinking, adaptive and learn quickly. You have the potential to be strong. You're likable in conversation. I enjoy your company, so does June." His shoulders lifted in a shrug. "I'll need Emily's approval too, technically. But that shouldn't be too difficult. Especially if June is the one that initiates it." Bengal chuckled dryly, before lifting a drink up to his lips. It was good food and ale. "You like her, you like me," Bengal mused, shrugging as his gaze shifted toward her.
"Ryuutei, in the end, believe in freedom of choice and ambition," he focused on the young woman quietly. "Don't overcomplicate your desires. If you want something, give chase. June seems to want you. So do I if she does." With this, he popped the last bite of the pie he'd been working on into his mouth. Dusting his hands of the crumbs as the sound of glass breaking filled the air. His gaze shot toward the source, June. But, there was no conflict. In fact she leaned down offering consolation. Even cleaning the mess up a bit.
Then taking him off to the dance floor. A laugh rumbled out of his chest. "What do you know. No bruised shins." He mused before his gaze trailed toward Eve and a grin split his lips. Slowly standing up and offering her a large hand. "Care to try your hand at a dance while you think, Eve?"
WC: 475 TWC: 5,038
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Mana Skin: 24/24 Health: 20/20 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
Post by Michail Ravencrest on Dec 12, 2020 15:44:45 GMT -5
The nerve of some people. The nerve of the Silva family at large. Had she no shame, giving hope to the pet dog of the Eagles? He was a Reinsberg. The very bottom of the barrel. Not even the Caldur wanted him. He was a nobody. He didn't matter. He didn't exist. Julien knew his place and accepted it because he had no choice in the matter.
Michail had returned from his brief talk with some big names, before returning to the pet whom he had brought with him. The pet whom both belonged yet had no place here and saw the Reinsberg interacting with the Silva. They might have both been Silver Eagles, but you did not give hope to a Reinsberg. It was just for the best that things remain as they were.
Michail returned to hear the last part of the question asked. "As far as I know, the Reinsberg are on the brink of collapse," he said. "Constantly bickering amongst themselves in an attempt to chase a glory they never had, nor the skill to keep up with it. Blame is being passed every which way. So it would be within your best interest to simply not give this poor man hope, Miss Silva."
June was still very much his senior as a Magic Knight. That much was absolute, and he would not dispute that. To that end, he had to show her some respect. But at the end of the day, she was still a Silva. There was a limit to the respect he would show, and he made sure to spit venom as he let the family name depart his lips.
"They're only going to quarrel and quarrel, until they destroy themselves or face exile. That is, of course, the fate of commoners who just happen upon a stroke of luck and favor of a former royalty."
Post by June Silva on Dec 12, 2020 16:47:57 GMT -5
The way Julien seemed to follow her lead with stiff formality was reminiscent of the lessons the noblewoman once sat through as a child. He did not disappoint her expectations, taking the lead. June was able to follow his movements smoothly despite being a little drunk from having consumed more wine than food at that point.
Her dress swished with her movements as June executed footwork worthy of her stature easily. The answer to her question confirmed that Reinsbergs were just as gloomy as her governess had said. Their reputation hadn't been a topic of talk in June's youth mostly because her parents hadn't bothered to emphasize that particular subject.
The appearance of the blond Ravencrest drew the Silva's mild disdain. She hadn't heard many good things about their house and this man was proving to be nearly rude.
"Indeed his breeding may be barely above that of commoners," June agreed, "though he seems to have been raised with better manners than yourself."
The urge to summon water to soak the individual addressing her was barely repressed. Even without her parents around to watch her every move (or hear about it through the grapevine) she had resolved to behave herself at this event. That was part of the reason she'd allowed herself to become distracted from Eve's advances. Going much further in a setting this public would have only brought her family shame, especially with a commoner.
June walked a fine line between breaking the traditions she'd grown up with and doing as she pleased regardless of anyone's sensibilities.
"What hope could he possibly gain from merely entertaining me? Am I not of high enough stature to demand such a thing of a Reinsberg? Perhaps the Ravencrest reputation is fragile enough that you must restrain yourself, but I can assure you anyone graced with the presence of a Silva may only be elevated. Our reputation is strong enough that not even the worst rumors of another house could tarnish it."
All of this was said without leaving Julien's hesitant grasp. If he had any hope of being left alone, it was now crumbling as June's grip on him tightened. She was a stubborn woman, digging in her heels when challenged, even if it was only to spite someone for daring to question her actions.
The poor Reinsberg caught in the middle of a clash between House Silva and House Ravencrest was left with quite the conundrum. How could he possibly cater to two opposing nobles at once?
[attr="class","ardereescroll"]Nice to meet you Tora. Observing her, Ardere had to admit he was intrigued by the presence of the larger woman, someone who even was sizable in comparison to the Crimson King himself. Then again he was often overhyped he felt, while he was quite large he was not his former mentor; Lysander. The man was nearly seven feet tall and three hundred pounds of muscle. The current Crimson Lion Captain remained unsure if that sort of stature was even attainable by him--but he was a beast in his own right. Rumors mostly spawned from his presence, being that he had an intense mana about him. Even amongst all the Captains, Ardere held an unfathomably strong aura. This was not something he gloated about, but it was well known. Was it due to his raw power or something else? He was not the strongest mage in the Kingdom after all, but he was certainly in the conversation. That being said he'd never truly be satisfied until the death stopped. What did it matter being called the 'strongest' if he still couldn't save everyone he loved? That fact often weighed on him, but these days it made him stronger. The whiskey is always good. I may or may not have influenced the choices in liquor for the party. Giving a wink and a chuckle, he wasn't lying. Ardere went out of his way to ask Jagen to stock some of his favorites. The Wizard King and the Captain had a unique relationship, so he was happy to oblige. [break][break] Always good to see you, Alyssa. Hope I didn't show you up in the fashion department. It was not often he crossed paths with the Blue Rose Captain, but she was a striking woman for sure. Turning back to the larger woman, he observed her muscular physique. You must be quite the physical fighter. We could use more people like you in the Crimson Lions. He nodded. Much like his interactions with Bengal, Ardere found himself unable to withdraw himself from poaching others into his squad. She probably wasn't interested, but it was worth mentioning. Lydia was perhaps the only person these days who could really cause some mayhem with her physical prowess. That reminded him, he had sensed the titanic man earlier in the halls. Where was he? Likely being the tallest person here, he shouldn't be too hard to find. I'm gonna go back to wandering, Lydia. Don't get into trouble while I'm gone. Giving a nod to the two women, he exhaled slightly as he wandered back into the dance floor. The stars shone brightly through the stained glass in the Royal Palace. He could only describe the night as wondrous. If only every night could be like this. These were the nights he fought and bled for, the times when he felt joy.
[attr="class","florencetext"] As Ardere stated that he might have help with the drink choices as well as answering her questions the vice captain would just let out a small sigh. Of course you did but you couldn't even suggest my favorite wine? Lydia had thought that perhaps her time being in the spot light was over however that didn't seem to be the case as the blue rose captain went to greet her. The glass mage never did quite get use to Alyssa's greeting even after all these years but it no longer caught her off guard like it use to. The Ravencrest would let out a small laugh at the comment about her brothers focus changing. That would be nice but I doubt it all we can do is what and see how things play out eh? It seemed the blue rose captain didn't plan on sticking around to much as she took her leave after greeting the other two mages. [break][break] Have a goodnight Alyssa and and don't do anything I wouldn't do. Lydia's gaze would shift back to her captains as he spoke to Tora and of course made mention that the squad could use more people like her this was of course in regards to her actually having a muscular build unlike most mages in the kingdom. It wasn't long after that the fire mage was taking his leave once again. Oh captain if you are just walking around perhaps you could speak to Fuu about not breaking things it would be a shame if I had to speak to her myself. As it was just the two of them again for now Lydia's focus would turn back to Tora as she smiled at the other women. I think the suit looks just fine on you. Just because the rest of the women at the dance are wearing dresses doesn't mean you need to wear one silly. The glass mage would look around the room for a moment before returning her gaze to Tora once again. Since we are alone once again we can go back to dancing unless you want to kill the time doing something else. At the ball of course.
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It was interesting to see the man's reaction to her physique. Of course, it wasn't as obvious, but even under the suit, there was still musculature to be noticed. Hmm, maybe she should have made it a looser fit? All the same, she put on a big grin and chuckled at the comment he gave in regards to the Crimson Lions. "Thank ye fer sayin so! Certainly hope to meet expectations, though given my experiences with some of the Magic Knights so far, I don't think I've much to brag about." She chuckled modestly, and then let her attention drift back and forth between Lydia and her Captain.
It was interesting to see them so calmly talking things over. From the selection of drinks, to that little lass that had field-goaled the poor waiter's junk. And of all the things that Lydia could have pointed out, she pointed out the THINGS that the woman was breaking? The faintest, fleeting look of worry crossed her features as she let her gaze drift off to the side. As..... once again, she didn't know how to feel about these Mage Knights. Of course, this was a casual night, and the woman's specific word use could have been much moe lax and less pointed than she made it out to be, but it was still a ....chasm of cultural distance she could feel. Even the fact that the young lady was getting a 'talking to' rather than being asked out? After assaulting not even another patron, but the staff?
She almost didn't even notice Lydia had turned their attention to her, until she noticed out of the corner of her eye the woman was looking right at her. She glanced back and caught the tail end of the suit comment. She chuckled just a bit and nodded. "Fair enough..... just a bit awkward feelin I suppose." She noted softly, and took a glance to the rest of the guests, a few more having joined the dance floor by now. Even the tall man from that little group she'd run into before was there, and the lady she'd spotted not just long ago. ....dancing? That made her double-take. While she had been looking around, she could have sworn just moments ago she'd seen her walk up to the dark-haired man and drop a glass right infront of him. And now there they were, dancing? It was a lot to take in.
"Uh.... right...." She managed to reply, glancing back to Lydia for a moment. "Maybe a break from dancin would be nice." She was starting to get distracted by her thoughts, and the last thing she wanted was to accidentally step on Lydia's toes. "Gotta admit, I'm not right sure what else to do to kill time. Kinda my first event." She admitted lightly. "What about you? Any fancy ideas in mind?" She asked with a smile, not quite as bright and bold as earlier, but still with that gentle mirth at the woman's presence. If nothing else, she could calm down just a little with the rather down-to-earth seeming woman.
[attr="class","julienglassscroll"] She could dance, it was expected of a Lady Silva, even one who was currently under some influence. His taller stature naturally accustomed the lead to the delicate ballroom dance, swift movements of his footwork signified his own rather perfected training. [break][break] Though, just because he was well-trained didn’t mean he enjoyed the act. His quote ‘gloomy’ appearance and demeanor hardly showed change. However, he did attempt to maintain a stoic face rather than a somber one, because the Lady Silva had made it clear of her annoyance toward that certain expression. Though, maybe there wasn’t much difference in that [break][break] Of course, Julien would have sensed the young Ravencrest coming long before he would have said his words aloud. The upper noble did little to hide his presence, he had no reason to. Julien’s sensory skills were far from advanced, but the basic talent was there. [break][break] And the mana pressure of the grossly confident ego went hand in hand. [break][break] As soon as he answered about the Reinsbergs, the better and more concise answer was son to be given. [break][break] "As far as I know, the Reinsberg are on the brink of collapse," [break][break] Michail did not let up. The Ravencrest would not allow Julien to forget his origins. Not that glass mage wasn’t already reminded of them every day that he was in the younger noble’s presence. It was easy to assume that Michail himself found some deep satisfaction in the vast difference of class between them. [break][break] Julien did not complain, for he had no right. So, he remained silent as the object of the Ravencrest’s tirade. [break][break] The Silva’s words in return were rather… curious. Though she did begin with the agreement that he was hardly better than a commoner, it ended up being some strange defense of him. Like suddenly she was claiming him as her elevated property. In all, however, he was rather disturbed with the idea that this exchange of words had been over him, or his fault and the idea that two feuding nobles had started a war of words because of him, did make him vastly uncomfortable. [break][break] With each striking word said from the Silva’s mouth, her grip on his leading hand did grow tighter. It was not yet painful, truthfully Julien had no problem with the pain, but he was growing concerned with the idea that he had to appease both nobles when they seemed to be talking in different directions. [break][break] “Forgive me, Lady Silva.” Julien said quietly, he nodded his head toward their interlaced hands, hoping his signal for her to please lessen her grip would be understood. “What the young Master Ravencrest says isn’t incorrect, the reputation of House Reinsberg is a... tumultuous one.” [break][break] There rather wasn’t a better word he could have used. [break][break] “I hold little personal connection to the family itself, so even as if you meant to elevate the reputation of the House with your name, I would serve little meaning in doing so.” She did not know the history, so he did his best to explain. It felt terribly awkward, and perhaps the hesitation in his voice served as a reminder of just how uneasy he was with the idea. [break][break] “I fear you would not elevate the name of Reinsberg, but rather question would come to your name, Lady Silva.” The sound of a tired sigh would almost escape his lips. It was the way of nobles and their worldview, to spot bugs before they would take a shine to them. There were rare instances of a lesser proving oneself to that audience, but they were simply just that, rare. Perhaps it was enough to give the poor fool who would believe in such oddity hope, but Julien knew better than that. [break][break] Reputation did mean everything to nobles. [break][break] “I do not mean to deny you, Lady Silva. I only speak of what I know to be true.”
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TL;DR Julien accepts his place as a bottom :pensive:
Post by Michail Ravencrest on Dec 14, 2020 10:43:08 GMT -5
"Better manners?" Michail scoffed. "Look at him. Do you see the spark of life in his eyes? No, the poor man's just playing the roll of a doll. It's all he knows how to do. Naturally he'd play the role that we give him."
"'Manners' would be wasted on a Silva, wouldn't they?" Michail scoffed, oblivious to the Reinsberg's own discomfort. And why wouldn't he be? It was just a Reinsberg, after all.
Michail's tone was ... surprisingly still in check. He wasn't speaking in a way that was outwardly mocking; it seemed quite respectful. Of course, his words indicated another story--perhaps, in truth, that was just another layer of the young Ravencrest's own mockery. Or perhaps to him this was the truth of things. He wasn't a hard one to figure out, but the young man was quite adept when it came to this sort of thing.
Michail couldn't help it with June's next comment, laughing at it. "Fragile enough?" he asked, barely able to speak it in between laughter. "What, did you somehow mistake me for one of your own archaic family members? I'm the one who invited the Reinsberg here to begin with. He is our squadmate after all."
"And what of you? Did you offer him any invite? Of course not. You didn't even think of him."
This wasn't the part where Michail would mention that Julien was only 'invited' as part of a joke--the blonde had no idea that he would actually show up. If anything, he doubted it intently.
Michail suddenly wrapped an around Julien, as though he were a dear friend. "See, Miss Silva? That's precisely the issue you need to worry about. Something like this wouldn't be enough to dampen the image of the Ravencrests. Even if it could, none dare speak poorly of our family. I'm sure it's the greatest experience of Reinsberg's life to have been invited by a Ravencrest."
"You spoke of giving him hope? Something as simple as kindness is hope to one as beaten as him. Don't do that to the poor man. That's just cruel." It was obvious that this Ravencrest especially loved the sound of his own voice.
Post by Eve Darkkon on Dec 14, 2020 10:45:52 GMT -5
Eve proceeded to let Satori speak, which gave her ample opportunity to stuff her face. Each item had a unique flavor, different textures, and was overall just superior in quality to anything she had ever eaten before. She was also eating more than she had ever eaten in a single sitting, even the times Satori had paid the bill for food she had held herself back due to the fact that Satori was footing the bill. He had always told her to eat her fill, but she couldn’t help but hold herself back as she didn’t want to take advantage of his hospitality.
This was a buffet that no one was paying for, which meant she could easily go all out. She did, however, pause for a moment as he started complimenting her several times over, a blush rising onto her face. The fact that he felt that way about her… it was something that she wasn’t used to. Heck, she wasn’t used to be attracted to anyone, and here she was, flirting with June… or she was until the little woman wandered off. She would need the approval of this Emily person she had yet to meet as well. The low birth rate made her think for a moment, but it was something she had heard about from her father, who was living with Satori’s clan.
Apparently, her father had quite a few people that were interested in him, but he hadn’t been able to break out of the funk he was in over Eve’s mother to really pursue anyone. From what he had said though, the women interested in him were tenacious and didn’t seem to be the type to give in easily. Part of her wanted him to be able to let go of that guilt and see what the possibilities were, the desire to see him happy quite strong, but a part of him understood the pain that he would need to overcome, and wasn’t positive he would be able to. Dismissing those thoughts, she took another hard look at Satori, thinking about what all that would mean.
Would he try to bed her? Likely. She wasn’t sure she would make a very good mother at all, but she understood the situation he was in as well. That likely wasn’t in the immediate future, but it was something possible, and she had never dated before, let alone joined this semi-harem that seemed to be forming because of his traditions. The entire time, she was stuffing her face, eating as much as she could. She had even grabbed June’s plate and devoured it, and plucked a few items off Satori’s as well. That it was after the last bite and her fourth glass of wine that she felt a completely new sensation.
She was full. Couldn’t eat another bite.
Setting the fork down, she blinked, realizing what her body was telling her. She was on the verge of being overly full, and her instincts were telling her that if she continued, she would likely wind up losing a good portion of that food. It completely contradicted her entire mentality of consuming as much as she could whenever she could, and that conflict roiled for a moment before it was interrupted by Satori offering a hand to her. A welcome distraction. “Alright, but no spinning for a couple of minutes… I’ve never been completely full before.” She had eaten about as much as a member of the Ryuutei likely did, but without their extreme metabolism, it was going to take a bit to settle.
Taking his hand, she stood and let herself be led to the dance floor.
