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Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 14, 2020 12:22:55 GMT -5
Bengal chuckled at the hand offered to him from Eve, accepting it within his own and helping her up carefully. "Agreed then, no spins. You'd certainly enjoy the Blood Festival." He mused, glancing at the empty dishes before turning and leading the woman casually toward the dancefloor. He paused, briefly, as his eyes settled on Ardere whom had gotten up and started meandering around the room. Before his lips could open however, he felt something... familiar. Something impossible.
A ki.
Bengal's eyes shot toward the source, his body pausing as his eyes found... not Silas. A young woman. A quick glance confirmed this was Lydia Ravencrest. Ardere's right hand and one he had mentioned was Silas' "will to live" manifest. He'd thought it was metaphorical. But this ki was distinctly his, blended together with the woman's own. For a brief moment, the White Tiger stared at the Ravencrest. It was not aggression, but keen awareness, and a bit of distrust.
But he trusted Ardere. He'd hear the whole story one day. A slow breath passed his lips before he turned, leading Eve toward the dancefloor where he wandered near June and the two nobles that were currently trading words. Bengal's brow arched slightly, glancing over the trio. He'd only heard the last few words.
"As usual, nobles are full of themselves speaking of their family names, and not their own." Bengal mused simply, looking at Michail with an uninterested expression. Glancing him over once. His ki was weak. He reeked of pride and silver spoon. An arrogant child that treated his family name as more important than his own. June used her name, and he disliked that as well. But he also knew the woman had fought her family for her own personal rights, and power. It was different for her than what this peacock was preening over.
"How disappointing. Yuurei must be rolling in his grave." He mused simply, before shifting his gaze toward June. Clearly having lost interest in whatever amount of effort he was going to put into whatever this was. However at the last moment, he felt something in the ki coming from the other quiet man. Bengal's gaze focused briefly on Julien.
"Hope is something one finds for themselves, regardless of status or family. It's something you can find at even your lowest. Something that can be found by crawling through the blood, mud, and agony. Something no one raised with a silver spoon could ever understand." His gaze briefly shifted toward Michail, but simply looked back toward the broken servant. "But only if one wishes to do so." Bengal stated simply. The man was broken. But he didn't appear to be nearly as submissive as he acted. It felt like something was holding his ki back. Like something cold, and ruthless was being hidden behind a mask of a quiet, broken, humble servant. His lip twitched upward slightly in amusement.
"I'm going to dance with Eve, June. If you want to leave early or anything just let me know." He smiled, the massive man leaning down and giving the silver-haired woman a kiss on her cheek before straightening. His grin turning a bit feral, his eight long canines flashing in the light. "If you want a dance, that's always welcome too." With this the large man straightened and stepped back onto the dance floor. Offering a smile to Eve. "Apologies for the wait. Wanted to make sure there was no trouble." He explained simply, before a hand wrapped around her waist.
The other grasping her hand and lifting it up. "I suppose I should follow the dances that are normal for this country here," he rumbled in amusement, before starting slow. The movements were elegant and smooth, completely different from what most would expect from a man of his stature. The months of lessons with June having paid off, combined with his unnatural instincts and physique it looked like the man was a seasoned ballroom dancer. Not some savage foreigner of the wastes.
WC: 666 TWC: 5,704
Statistics
Rank: Grand Fame: Tier 5 Strength: Intermediate Speed: 25m/s
Mana Skin: 16/16 Health: 22/22 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
[attr="class","florencetext"] Lydia would notice as Tora seemed lost in her own thoughts. Perhaps the vice captain was boring her now or perhaps it was something else. It's not like the vice captain could read minds even if people thought that perhaps she could. As the taller women asked her question Lydia would till her head to the side questioningly. I personally don't find it awkward. It shows your a strong women who knows what she wants and who she is. You aren't trying to pretend to be someone you aren't. If people have a problem with that they can just fuck off. Well at least that's my opinion on the matter. The vice captain would then give the other women a soft smile. The glass mage wasn't surprised that this was Tora's first event like this based off what the other women told about herself not to mention she didn't look like the type that was interested in these noble like gatherings. Before Lydia could give an answer however she felt someone looking at her. The glass mage would turn to meet the person gaze and while had never met Bengal herself she had heard about him. As he held his gaze she would hold his own unsure why he was staring at her. However something unexpected would happen that Lydia didn't even notice herself. While the two power houses of mages were having there little contest Lydia's normally crimson colored eyes would turn golden like Silas'. After Bengal went back to looking towards his parents Lydia's focus would then return to Tora. Not to sure why he was looking at me specifically but what we could do for fun eh? Well I could sing you a song if that's something you're interested in or we can just sit down and dink some wine while we get to know each other more.
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The beauty bit her bottom lip as she adorned the purple gown. It wasn’t her usual type of dress, but it was a ball after all. And they had to go to represent the Bulls. She and Malcolm. The Vice-Captain and the Captain… [break][break] The ice witch moved her hands over the fabric that adorned her body. It was silky, covered her chest and a bit underneath her hips before spilling down to provide a nice silhouette. Rosalia looked like a supermodel, as she was one, and sighed as she sat on her bed to put her shoes on. She wasn’t one for big balls as she couldn’t dance, and the mage didn’t really get along with nobles much. Then again, the responsible woman in her knew she had to go. All magic knight squads were invited and she wasn’t sure if anyone else would be sober enough to go. Maybe Charles or Chisana? [break][break] As she applied lipstick on her lips, the beauty recalled the way Malcolm decided he’d “tag along” if she was going. It made her smile softly and shake her head. He had a way with words, that man. She loved it. The promise was that they’d go, represent, get drunk and poke fun at the fancy people. Her cheeks flushed pink in her reflection. Ah, fucking Malcolm Watanabe and all of his perfections. He made existing in itself worth it on certain days. [break][break] Stepping back, Rosalia gave herself one last once-over and headed over to the door. The Vice-Captain was the only person who got to share a floor with the Captain. At first the fifth floor seemed…really lonely. She couldn’t imagine living like that- spending 95% of her day with the only social interactions being the papers. Being Vice-Captain, however, meant she got to take over the large dusty office that was right beside Malcolm’s, and in her humble opinion, it did them both good. They did tend to spend way more time together than was appropriate, and it would be a problem, had they not grown to appreciate each other as best friends. They were the Black Bulls, they were messes, but they were family, and while their closeness had raised eyebrows, no one had really made an inquiry into them properly. [break][break] Her heels clicked over the wood floor as she knocked on the door of Malcolm’s Office. [break][break] “Captain, are you ready to go?” She’s ask before peeking into his room. Her eyes would roam over his body and the way he was dressed as she bit her bottom lip and glanced away. No matter what he wore he always looked incredible. In all honesty she didn’t expect to get to go with him…to an event…as a pair? Were they? No, just as the representatives of the Bulls surely…[break][break]
“Thanks for tagging along by the way, it’d probably be horribly dull without you.” She’d chuckle as they spoke. She wasn’t quite sure if they should link arms or just walk side by side. If he offered an arm, Rosa would take it without question. [break][break] Once they were both ready they’d head over to the portal mage and appear right outside the ball promptly. It was a gorgeous fancy event, that they were very late to, as usual. [break][break] Her breath dissolved into the air, creating a light puff as snow fell upon her crimson hair and melted away slowly. It reminded her of the Storm Jarl’s mountains, if only a little. A small smile crossed her lips at the decorations. Yule…a festival she’d never really celebrated before. No-one really knew that of course, but she could pretend to know it well enough, right? This was an event at the royal palace just like any other.
Once inside, the beauty would glance around at the many people around, Magic Knights and citizens alike…Her first motion would of course be, to drag Malcolm along to the champagne flutes and grab one for each of them. [break][break] “Here’s the plan. If anyone starts approaching me looking like they want to dance or try to propose, you save my ass.” She whispered with an annoyed roll of her eyes. The clicking of her heels and her appearance always attracted gazes and sparked recognition. It almost made her regret agreeing to model in the upcoming Fall-Winter runways for next year. [break][break] When her eyes landed on the familiar faces of Lydia and Ardere however…there was a small pause. Lydia and her still hadn’t sorted their differences, but perhaps Yule was about forgetting said differences. She raised her champagne flutes to the Crimson Lion pair and then leaned back…promptly downing the champagne all in one go. [break][break] There were attractive men here…and while for her this was the perfect night for a hunt…for making mistakes…her crimson eyes wandered over to the man beside her promptly…perhaps just this once she could be a good girl and stick to the man she truly cared for.
Post by Malcolm Watanabe❃ on Dec 15, 2020 19:59:56 GMT -5
“I really agreed to this huh? Why am I a damn fool.” Malcolm Wattanabe said as he took a drag off the cigarette in his mouth as he looked in the mirror. He cleaned the lines of his beard and hairline, a satin black dress shirt with a simple tie around his collar, slacks, dress shoes, and a suit jacket as he had his hair pulled back and not as unkempt as it usually was. After a final puff of the cigarette he put the butt out and walked back out into his office as he just made sure he at least looked presentable. He had a duty to Clover, but a reputation to keep up as well, but with none of the other Bulls going...someone needed to and since Rosa decided to, he reluctantly agreed to go with her under the pretense that they would just be there to drink, poke fun at the people...and no dancing. All of which he was one hundred percent on board with because...god he could not dance.
A knock at the door brought his attention back as he simply replied “come in.” to the chiming voice of his Vice Captain at his door.
He was of course putting on a smaller belt for his grimoire than what he was used to, if there was anything he was...it was careful. Once fully ready, he simply put his suit jacket back on before turning to see Rosa. He knew the woman was a damn model but holy shit...she looked good, of course wearing her signature purple color he quickly gave her a sly wink before chirping a lame ass pick up line. “Damn, I almost wish I had fucked up eyes...that way I could see you twice.” He would say with a chuckle before linking his arm with hers and then walk with her to the portal and then to the site of the ball.
The Royal Palace was alight and there were many moving bodies, but of course as they arrived, they were offered drink, and Malcolm was the first to take a champagne flute, seeing Rosa take one for herself he gave a smile as he followed her gaze, seeing that Lydia was there the Black Bull captain even downed his flute before grabbing two more and handing one to his beautifully dressed colleague. “So, all I have to do is save you from the randoms...got it, well let’s find a corner near the bar to occupy so we can at least claim we were here.” The man said with a grin and a wink before leading her to their standing spot.
Post by June Silva on Dec 15, 2020 20:23:47 GMT -5
Bengal's arrival and interjection into the minor spat between June and Michail earned him an annoyed look from the Silva. She hadn't needed his help or his input about throwing around family names. Even worse, he'd implied Yuurei would be disappointed in her. While there were plenty of arguments to be made that she had in fact been acting in line with the dead Silver Eagle captain's views, they would all have been wasted on the likes of the men surrounding her.
"Enjoy yourself with Eve, you needn't worry about my coming or going" the short woman told her date before looking at her own dance partner. "While you are a skilled dancer, you are unfortunately followed by the dark cloud of a jealous Ravencrest though it should be beneath him."
With that, the noblewoman released the Reinsberg and turned on her heel to abandon the two remaining men to their own devices. What point was there in attempting to stand up for someone who accepted others using him as a doormat? Such behavior was unbecoming of anyone in her eyes and more shameful than any family name could be.
June made her way back towards the table laden with drinks and food, making sure to avoid Lydia Ravencrest on her way. She had had enough of that family for one night.
With a fresh drink in hand, the short woman sought out a place to enjoy her alcohol in relative peace. Perhaps the buzz would manage to sweeten her soured mood. While June had known the possibility of being annoyed was high at an event with so many people, she hadn't expected her lover to be one of the sources of that irritation.
Leaning against a wall, the Silva took to watching people while she sipped at a rather sweet wine. There weren't many people of interest to her present at the event, but the food and drink was as good as ever. That much could keep her entertained for a bit longer.
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 15, 2020 20:43:22 GMT -5
June leaving in a huff was to be expected, though the look at him did cause a brow to arch. "You're overthinking something I've said, again," he mused simply, unperturbed by his loves attitude. She was drunk, and had her 'fun' ruined. But he'd never once been quiet just for someone else, and she was well used to him being blatant and blunt about his words. She'd either get over it, speak up, or he'd figure out whatever it was she was being moody about later. Unlike some he had no intention of ruining his night due to a few other people's views or opinions.
No one here's thoughts mattered enough to him for such a thing, and even though he loved June dearly, she was a brat. Such was the way she functioned. She'd either talk to him about it or let it bubble beneath the surface for days. Again.
Fuck now is mood was soured too. Remembrance of her words, of her self "punishment" that had nearly killed her due to his words ringing in his brain. Yes. Great. It was going to get to the point he couldn't even voice his opinion at this rate out of fear of sending her down that same path all over again. He lifted a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing before walking toward the dancefloor with Eve. It was a bit frustrating, how easily she just assumed the worst.
"A dance and then I think I'll head out," he murmured to Eve with a slight smile. He didn't wish to ruin her mood just because June had reminded him of some things that his love had done the last time she'd misconstrued his words. A proper dance, and perhaps her and Eve could have an evening together. Whatever happened from there was up to them.
WC: 345 TWC: 6,049
Statistics
Rank: Grand Fame: Tier 5 Strength: Intermediate Speed: 25m/s
Mana Skin: 16/16 Health: 22/22 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
Tora propped a brow slightly in response to the woman's words. She couldn't help but grin softly, chuckling a bit as she found the woman's words a little....interesting. Did she really come off as that forceful? Well she supposed it wasn't a BAD opinion to have, all the same she relaxed for a moment and noticed that brief little stare-off, as well as the shift in Lydia's eyes. Huh, she was a transformation mage too huh? She followed Lydia's gaze and noticed Bengal from before, a bright smile crossing her face as she waved to the young man before she turned back to Lydia and seemed to consider.
"Well, given your apparent reputation, he might be wonderin what a woman like you is doin dancin with a big ol hick like me." She pointed out with an amused smirk, giving Lydia a playful little poke in the shoulder. "If yer gonna be hangin around me you should probably get used to the stares. I tend ta ddraw a lot of attention." She pointed out humorously, seemingly quite at ease with the notion of always being looked at. No doubt an effect which would only be amplified by proximity to Lydia. "Ye sure ya wanna sing fer a crowd like this? No offense if any of em are yer friends but with all the broken glasses an sich I'd be a bit worried they'd be fit to throw fruit with the moods some of em seem ta be sportin." She murmured, an arm instinctively sliding around the smaller woman's waist as she imagined such a ......snarly bunch reacting to a performer with the sort of snide demeanor she'd seen. Something she hardly wanted to see happening to the friendly gal. She herself? She could always stand a bit of piss and vinegar that some people had. From her height to her background, she was rapidly acclimating to the sort of responses she seemed to garner. But it was different when she saw it happenin amongst others.
At the comment in his office, she blushed and rolled her eyes. He was as bold as usual when they were alone. A soft chuckle escaped her as she pursed her lips and glanced over at his suit. It fit him like a glove…and goddamn it toned men look amazing in suits. Malcolm was insanely handsome in her eyes. A tiger was still a tiger if it was put in a suit. [break][break] She was happy he linked her arm with hers and when he too downed a glass of champagne she downright had to bite her bottom lip to hide her grin. Perhaps this night would be more entertaining that she thought. The beauty took the new champagne flute he gave her and gave him a sidelong glance, a smirk on her lips. This was a bad trap of her own making, wasn’t it? In a public place with the one man she can’t dare to want… [break][break] “Sounds like a plan.” The ice witch followed past the dance floor, her gloved hand wrapped around his arm as he took them to the bar. There were many couples of different social statures dancing around happily. Her eyes promptly landed on a young blue-haired girl with a noble posture. She looked a bit tipsy, or perhaps deep in thought… either way, she gave her a small smile as they passed by her and found themselves in front of a bartender. It reminded her of the first time she met Malcolm. Only then she was a depressed Blue Rose with no self-respect and a lot of self-loathing. [break][break] “Mmm…you and I at a bar…brings back memories of our drinking contest Captain~” The beauty giggled as she tried to catch the attention of the bartender. Her fingers moved through her long crimson locks as she licked her glossy lips and took a sip of her champagne glass, giving it a proper taste this time. [break][break] “Could we have two glasses of Violet Violence please?” She ordered, recalling the name of the cocktail the man besides her had bought her when she was a broken woman. It was delicious no matter their current standing and condition. [break][break] Rosalia’s eyes scowered around surrounding area, regarding the mana signatures that most interested her. There were civilians that she didn’t recognise…potential magic knights hopefully. Her mind wandered off to where Zaven was. Was he not representing the Blakes at the ball? Hmm perhaps he was participating in some of the other activities here…The ice witch had heard of a hunt of some kind…and a tree decorating competition? Honestly the kingdom was surprisingly jolly considering there were still daemons around here and there. It pleased her. [break][break] “I’m surprised I’m not seeing Zaven here…I expected we’d be able to finally drink together with my two best friends…” There was a pout in her voice as she looked at Malcolm. She never really found time to spend with both of them and it was a shame. Malcolm and Rosa hung out all the time. Malcolm and Zaven met up every month. Rosa and Zaven were paired for missions and dungeons a lot. It was an annoying lack of luck that they were never all together at the same time. But…she finally got to be out of the base with Malcolm, so in a sense that was a win in itself. The Bulls’ leadership pair were always so swamped with paperwork that if they weren’t out on missions or dungeons they were passed out on their desks. Their squad…was a hot mess. But she loved their mess. [break][break] “I can see the noble families around…Silvas, Kranes, Vermillions, Wilhelms, Vaudes…there’s even church members.” The ice witch noted as their drinks arrived. Her pale hand placed the champagne flute down next to the Violet Violence cocktail and regarded the magical concoction of liquids curiously. It looked like some weird glittery silver-purple milk potion and it was fascinating. “You never did tell me how you found out about this drink…” She raised the glass to her lips and offered him a clink of glasses before she took a soft sip and moaned softly at the flavour. It went down so smoothly. She was gonna need a few more for this evening…definitely. [break][break] “Mmmm~ So good.” [break][break] From the corner of her eye, the beauty made out a familiar frame and her entire demeanor shifted to somehow look even more model-like than before. She stood straighter, lowered her shoulders, moved her hips back ever so gently and whispered softly. [break][break] “Remember Luigi Di Castle, the designer who I modelled swimwear for, and who I’m doing the lingerie runway for soon?” Rosalia moved her chin gently to indicate that the man was in the room. And suddenly this whole thing turned even more professional. Of course all of the famous runway designers would be present… [break][break] “In about 30 minutes I should go greet him and pay my respects for his dead pet Owl, Button. It would be bad gossip magazine coverage otherwise.” Thank god they weren’t in Kikka at least, the hometown press would be horrible if she skipped out on Greeting Luigi Di Castle. Her eyes could easy spot Karolina Juliana, Alezander McKing and Guiseppe in the room as well. “Would you like to join me for the conversation or would you prefer staying here?” She asked softly as she took another sip of the Violet Violence and savoured the flavour. Her gaze was apologetic. Suddenly she felt like this night of making fun of silly nobles was ruined. [break][break]
[attr="class","julienglassscroll"] Once again serving as the subject to Michail’s tyranny of dialogue, Julien was resigned to stay silent. His expression remained neutral, eyes always trailing to the ground. He could listen, well enough, and suddenly it seemed as if that was the only voice that really mattered. [break][break] The Ravencrest did not tolerate interruptions. And despite the stature of words and however insulting they could have been, Julien said nothing in return. As always, there was nothing for him to say. [break][break] If the Silva understood, or really, perhaps she didn’t care to. Her interest in her latest dancing puppet was just as lost when another stranger graced their presence. If Julien was to be believed, that was there for a reason. There were once blatant words said about the company of the former Captain of the Silver Eagles. Yet that same man swore no allegiance to the Kingdom and had no duty abound to it. [break][break] And despite his strange stature and lack of social tact, despite his words of optimism and preaching about believing in oneself. [break][break] He was right. [break][break] Hope was a decision one had to make for themselves. It was something that Julien choose not to believe in. Julien’s eyes never raised to meet another, there was nothing to be said. Perhaps he had already said enough. For what did it matter, what the man thought of him? It was obvious he wasn’t born a noble, but he’d been fortunate enough to marry one. And both of them were far too apparently stubborn to abide by the rules of what proper nobles believed. [break][break] But even with as little sensory skill that Julien had, he knew. [break][break] Both were far stronger than he could ever hope to be. Their names carried more weight than his would ever hold. It was not a speech of inspiration, it was a cruel irony to what the world would never give him. Hope. [break][break] Julien Reinsberg did not care to know it. [break][break] At the latest, that was the end of that interation. He was finally released from the Silva woman’s hold and granted, he was unusually thankful for it. His callous fingers went to rubbing the area she had so willfully gripped. He was left with Michail again, because inherently fate wouldn’t let him leave the Ravencrest’s presence so easily. [break][break]
“I do thank you for the invitation, Sir Ravencrest. Your words were truth.” A compliment was not the term for the exchange Julien breathed aloud, a short sigh accompanied his small hint of dialogue. [break][break] Hopefully, the rest of the night would go without as much activity.
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TL;DR Julien has some inner angst, resolves to nihilism, and vibes with Michail about admitting that being a Reinsberg is Suffering
Post by Eve Darkkon on Dec 18, 2020 12:54:07 GMT -5
Eve gave the massive man a smile as he agreed not to spin her, mostly because she simply didn’t know what was going to happen. Would she throw up? She hoped not… that would be an awful waste of food that she desperately wanted to keep down. “Perhaps you can tell me more about this Blood Festival. The more I know about the Ryuutei, the better I will be able to handle whatever this becomes… and could give me some insight as to what my father is talking about sometimes.” There were some things her father told her about that she didn’t understand, and the only reason he likely did was that he was literally immersed into their culture and needed to understand it as a higher priority.
Suddenly though, Satori became very distracted. She let him slip away, and do what he needed to; she was certain, for a reason she couldn’t explain, that he would come back for her. In his absence, she could process a bit of the information from before. He liked her… and not just the casual business relationship that she had felt a little off about this entire time, but romantically. Had been since the beginning from what it sounded like. But unlike Eve, he knew what it was, and had been gently guiding it along so that June, whom she had a crush on as well since the beginning but ignored out of the respect for the relationship that they had shared and the disposition to what a typical marriage was, so they could all be together.
Emily… someone she didn’t know anything about, and didn’t know who she was, to begin with, would also have a hand in the pie regarding the decision with Eve joining into the family. The dark-skinned woman wasn’t a distinct fan of letting her fate be determined by such things, but she too didn’t want to try to ruffle any more feathers. Perhaps she should ask Satori to coordinate a meeting, find out if they were even compatible. The last thing Eve wanted to do was make waves in a pond that was tranquil, and since she hadn’t heard of any problems thus far from either Satori or June, she doubted there was trouble.
She shook her head as Satori reapproached her, dismissing the need for an apology. “No worries. Gave me some time to think. I am trying to figure out in my mind how I fit in the puzzle that is your little Harem.” She smiled, joking partially, and then following Satori’s lead in regards to the dancing. As per usual, she was quick to pick up what she needed, and it wasn’t long before she was dancing fluidly with him. She hadn’t been remiss of the little tiff that they had, and wondered what it was that was going on exactly, but didn’t feel like this was the right time to bring it up.
Slipping for a moment into her own thoughts as she danced, her eyes caught with June for a moment, who was sulking a bit and drinking more wine. For a moment, a mental debate ran through her mind before she finally resolved to what she wanted to do; if Satori was capable of wanting things and then going after them, and that was the Ryuutei way, then she was capable of doing exactly that. She continued the dance for a bit more until she heard the song begin to fade, in preparation for a transition, then grabbed Satori’s hand and brought him close to her.
“I think it’s time we found someplace quiet and private to continue our conversation. There is much more I would like to know about you both. Let’s grab your Fiance and get out of here… she doesn’t look like she is going to last much longer as it is.” Eve was still nice and buzzed from her drinks, but the massive quantity of food she consumed made the effects a bit more diluted in her system, and the nice little dance helped it fade a bit as well. Turning with Satori, she all but led the big man towards the comparatively tiny woman and then pulled, essentially sending him at her.
Once she got the little spitfire scooped up, she would follow them to the nearest exit, and let Satori lead them to somewhere that met the requirements of ‘quiet’ and ‘private’. He knew this city far better than she did, after all, so that was only fitting that he take point. While Satori was collecting the silver-blue-haired noble, she considered what this would mean for her own social standing. She was essentially going to be marrying into nobility, no matter which way it went from what she could tell. Would her father receive the same blessing?
She had heard he might undergo some kind of ceremony that would officially make him a Ryuutei, but was still taking it into consideration; Eve was pretty certain that would definitely raise their status, but what did that mean? Would they miraculously walk away from the poverty they had been dealing with for the vast majority of his life, and all of hers? Would he finally consider their traditions and look into taking up one of the offers from their women? It was so strange, in her eyes, to think of him finding someone other than her mother, but life had to go on.
One of the biggest improvements to her life wasn’t the food, the safety, or even getting stronger with them; it was moving forward. For the longest time they had been stuck in the same little shack in the same little town where they had lost Eve’s mother, Lillian, and didn’t seem to be able to move on. Satori and June had forcibly removed them from that stagnant path and made their lives better in every way as a result. She would never forget her mother, but she felt more at peace now. Didn’t resent her father and the decision he made nearly as much anymore. Had been able to process those feelings and move past it.
Looking at June and Satori for a moment, she let a smile, pure and warm, spread across her face as she thought about the idea of making her own little family with these two, and Emily. Who else would join this family? She had no idea, but the idea of having her own little children and being strong enough to make sure they were taken care of made her smile all the more. She prepared herself for a moment more, and moved to leave with them
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 18, 2020 13:20:28 GMT -5
Bengal blinked as Eve suddenly halted the dance long enough for her to comment on June's current... state. His gaze slid back toward her, a bemused sigh passed his lips as he watched his love down yet another glass of wine. Did she forget she was five-foot-nothing and weighed as much as his left arm? Rubbing the back of his neck he nodded once toward Eve's words.
"I knew it would be overly dramatic here. Nobles are always that way. Every little thing is such a big deal." He stated simply, before letting Eve drag him along with a low rumble of amusement from his chest. So she wanted him to scoop her up and lead them somewhere private, huh? He'd been intending to greet Ardere but the man was nowhere in sight, now. Probably off walking through the party. Lydia had been another potential but... frankly, her ki bothered him. He'd handle it in private.
Shaking his head he decided it was for the best to just go. Walking forward alongside Eve as she pushed them together, Bengal casually leaned down and took the half-empty wine glass, before scooping the Silva up in one arm with ease. The brilliant dress falling around his arm slightly as he carried her bridal style, effectively with a single arm due to their size difference.
"Let's go home, Flower," he murmured to her simply, kissing her if she tried to argue before pulling her against him. A bit of a firm hand would be enough when she was in a state like this. Making his exit he made a mental note to not go to this damn thing next time, this had been two bad times in a row at this point. He'd just go to the feast. It was far more up his alley.
Closing his eyes, the White Tiger exited the ball with his drunken fiance and Eve.
[Exit] [+6 Spell Points] [+12 Stat Points, Stat Capped becomes +6,000 Yul]
WC: 353 TWC: 6,402
Statistics
Rank: Grand Fame: Tier 5 Strength: Intermediate Speed: 25m/s
Mana Skin: 16/16 Health: 22/22 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
Post by June Silva on Dec 18, 2020 14:41:39 GMT -5
June's ire died down as she finished her glass of wine, and then another. And another. The drinks were supplemented with a few of the more elegant dishes on the long table of food and drink. Her head was spinning, but years of practice under her parents' watchful eye meant that walking with balance and grace befitting of her family name was still doable. June had just finished off a few sweets and yet another glass of something sweet and very alcoholic by the time Eve and Bengal caught up to her.
Her face was quite pink at this point thanks to the heavy drinking with hardly any food to slow the rush of alcohol into her bloodstream. The short woman's silvery brows furrowed at the sight of her fiancé and her friend (?) when they approached. She was mad at Bengal. June had forgotten what for, but she knew there was something the man had done to annoy her.
The glare she sent the tall lightning mage would have been harsh enough to melt glass if not for the bit of confusion mixed in. Instead, the expression June achieved was more akin to that of a sleepy and grumpy child.
"Don't flower me--" she began to fuss, though the tone she used lacked any harshness.
The kiss that sealed her lips drained away any complaints June might have leveled. Being presented with affection, the blue-haired woman happily leaned in and allowed her behemoth of a lover to scoop her up.
"Eve, too. We're taking her with us, right?" the Silva asked, curling up in Bengal's grasp.
Rather than fight off his attempt to escort her away, June curled into it, managing to loop her fingers around a fistful of his hair in an absent minded yet affectionate gesture.
"Eve, did you try the wine? It was delightful," the small woman continued to chatter happily.
Whatever had been on her mind before was long gone. Bengal would be able to sense that his woman was quite content and had been from the instant he scooped her up. Any displeasure had been soothed and melted away. Though a bit quick to anger, June was especially forgiving of Bengal --even moreso when under the influence.
The chill of the night air as the trio exited the palace sent shivers down her spine and prompted June to cuddle even closer to her lover. Head resting against Bengal's chest, June looked around for the tall, dark-skinned woman accompanying them.
"Eve are you cold?" she asked. "Come with us, we're going to get warm," the noblewoman invited the commoner despite not being sure of where they were headed.
Post by Lucius Valerius on Dec 20, 2020 6:16:42 GMT -5
Lucius seemed mindful of the unknown womans words her calling him "Lord" amused him immensely, and he couldn't help, but chuckle a bit. Keeping his eyes on the rest of the crowd as he drank in everything else that she was telling him, about how she was doing her best to help Raque, and even Kikka in her own way. Though in his mind it mattered little as to why she was doing it, or what her intentions were. She was right they had failed, and they had failed spectacularly, and he would not forgive them for what had befallen his home. In some ways they had been worse than the Daemon themselves, and there was nothing they could do to make him forget, or forgive. Even this woman that he was standing next, who had intentions as pure as the snow that had fallen around the Kingdom was not above his contempt. Though he kept it concealed for the moment.
"Well that does seem like a good thing you are doing...Which is more than I can say for everyone else. So I suppose for that you are at least a cut above the rest." He could have phrased it better, but he was trying to pay her a compliment in his own way. Though it was obvious he didn't think much of nobility himself. "Does all the posturing ever get boring for you? Having to come to these events, and watch everyone pretend that they are better than they actually are?" he asked the woman next to him. "Take the woman with the red hair for example..." he pointed out to Genesis among the crowd. "I heard that she was responsible for innocent deaths within the town of Kikka...And yet here she is, having a night out like it is the furthest thing from her mind. And that goes double for all the Knights here who failed as you put it." There was no malice in his tone, just curiosity.
"It seems to me that no one here actually cares, no matter what they say...If they did I think the festivities could have been put on hold until the ruins that are the lives of those people were fixed. But instead everyone here is just drinking, dancing, and trying to forget...Brush it all under the rug as it were." he explained to the Blue Rose Captain as he took a sip of his punch. Again there was no hate, or negativity in his tone, just facts as he saw them. "Despite the so called good intentions of others, things will always remain the same...No one actually cares about those that they view as underneath them. As long as it doesn't actually affect them, they will just pretend that they don't notice, and act shocked at the future consequences." He spoke simply, and just shrugged a little as he took another drink from his cup. "Or am I wrong?" he asked her again curiously.
Post by Malcolm Watanabe❃ on Dec 20, 2020 18:23:53 GMT -5
Hearing the words of his Vice Captain made the Black Bull chuckle, and to be honest it was rare to see Malcolm Wattanabe in the capital, much less smiling and conversing and not trying to kick someone’s ass. Rosa mentioned their drinking contest as he smirked and continued to walk towards the bar area, putting his arm down on the makeshift bar that was erected and made out of the same material as the floor. These royals spared no expense when it came to functionality, hell each of these boards probably cost more than a floor of the Black Bull base. ”I remember the contest well...we drank that poor bar in Raque out of their entire stock of liquor!” He retorted as any barkeep would hear that and instinct would kick in and tell them not to answer them if they asked for something. However, that did not seem to happen as the barkeep would sigh when Rosa walked up and ordered two mixed drinks.
”I think I remember this drink, it was one of the first I bought for you when you showed up at the bar.” He chuckled as the drink was delivered and he took it and began to drink, taking a moment to enjoy the cool taste of it as the liquid slid down his throat. When Rosa asked about Zaven, Malcolm gave it some thought before looking around himself. ” Ya’ know...I don’t think the golden boy would care for this too much either, but knowing him he is probably out decorating a tree or something like that. Could not see him participating in the hunt, but hey...it’s Yule...a lot of things are going on after all. We should pester him about it when we get the chance though and find out what was up.”[/color] Malcolm suggested before watching Rosa scan the room, making small talk about the drink, then the various noble families, then talking about an old acquaintance of hers…the dress maker she knew. He nodded and stood up as he continued his small talk with her while getting prepared to go talk to someone he did not know. ” I helped that old barkeep in Raque come up with the drink one evening after finishing off all the ale he had. As for your friend, sure I would love to meet this illustrious gentleman and give him my best. After all, it is not every day I get to meet someone that can possibly tailor make me some clothes that would fit me.” Malcolm teased a little of course, but it was all in good fun. ”Lead the way Vice Captain.”
Post by Hania Ravencrest✾ on Dec 22, 2020 17:32:39 GMT -5
Hania had remained where he was listening to her and smiled a little "They are correct, I am not easy to anger or insult." he said looking out over the dancing people "Nothing good comes out of losing control of one's self or emotions, mistakes can be made and not all mistakes are easily fixed and even then they're rarely forgotten by those whom they affect." he said solemnly before turning his piercing ice-blue eyes towards her "Things done in an instant of seeing red are often mourned when a person returns to their senses after all." he looked to his sister for a moment she was a ferocious woman and wasn't one that should ever be angered. He knew anger could be a powerful weapon if one could keep control and not let it wash over them and his sister was proof of that fact he had been learning the same but it was something that seemed some almost like a natural state to him. "I would rather be cautious and not make mistakes at all if it can be helped but it is not always a case that I can observe and decide the correct movements so I have to feel what is the best course of action, something I would always advise people." he said almost as if deep in thought.
His eyes went back to the red-headed woman "I'm glad she was helpful by the way, she was my nanny when Lydia wasn't home when I was growing up." he spoke warmly of the elderly woman he didn't hold anything against his elder sister as he knew from a very young age that she would always be there when he really needed her but that she had duties to the family and to the kingdom. He was pretty sure Lydia brought the woman in specifically to look after him and even now she served the family as his caretaker when Lydia was away due to his flashes, night and day terrors not to mention if he was left to his own devices he would never leave his library or study so would end up not eating. He smiled at her words "I'm happy you find it more comfortable than the witches outfit, my families personal seamstress was the one who created it going off my design." he said showing no expense had been spared on the outfit, it was made from the same person's business that created her current host's clothing and she was damned sure he wasn't wearing something second rate. He, however, couldn't but chuckle at her next statement "I assure you, I am in no way obsessed." he said shaking his head a little "I didn't want to suffer through another ball alone so I thought I would extend the suffering to yourself and another. You turned up, he did not." it was as simple as that to him, he wanted to share the pain because after all sharing was caring.
He had noticed her mannerisms this entire time but decided not to comment on them it wasn't his place to draw attention to her and he just put it down to this not being where she normally would be seen and so was uncomfortable. "I'm glad you will be able to use it again." he closed his eyes leaning against the wall for a moment "Don't say things for definite you never know what the future holds, after all, this might be an actual task you will have to do in the future or you may get another invite who knows." she said opening his eyes looking off as if he was remembering something. "Beauty is a subjective thing just as power and strength is." he said almost as if he wasn't entirely there at the time "What someone might find mangie or ugly might hold beauty for another." it was almost as if he was saddened as he spoke "Many people who speak of beauty do so only talking about that person's outward appearance." he said his eyes going to the vice-captain of the Black Bulls "Like over there is vice-captain Rosalia, many people find her stunningly beautiful due to her external beauty but personally I do not, her form is to oversexualized for my tastes." he explained "I find beauty in things most would find run of the mill or ordinary but even that is only skin deep." he said looking to her "My ideal beauty is someone who is strong-willed, stays true to themselves and will take the time to learn and adapt." it was as simple as that.
He looked to where she was pointing and tilted his head "Black forest cream cake balls." she said to her pushing off the wall holding his hand out like a gentleman with the sole purpose to escort her to the tables of food. He couldn't imagine not knowing simple treats such as those but then he had a more privileged life than most and he was rarely denied things he wanted in the terms of food. "I'm guessing you haven't seen some of these foods then?" he asked her as he would begin to escort her to the table if she allowed it.
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