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[attr="class","florencetext"] The look Tora gave to Lydia's comment didn't go unnoticed perhaps the women didn't think the vice captain would swear while it was uncommon it also wasn't unheard of. However she usually swore in another langue most of the time. As the taller women comment on the reason Bengal might have been looking at her the vice captain however would just shake her head. No I've had people stare at me for those I hang around but this felt different as if he was trying to stare into my soul or something. As for people staring at me I'm already use to it notable mages tend to drawl a lot of attention just by being somewhere It's like they forget we have normal lives as well. As Tora pulled Lydia closer and spoke her worry the Ravencrest would give a soft smile. I appreciate the concern and it is quite disappointing to see other nobles acting uncivilized. [break][break] However I'll be fine I doubt anyone will throw fruit at me I can be scary at times. If they do I can most likely react fast enough to dodge or catch it I'm pretty fast. Lydia would then wrap her own arm around Tora's. So come on let's go it'll be you'll enjoy it. Assuming the other women agreed Lydia would lead them over to the person playing the panino asking nicely if she could use it to play one song which they agreed to. Lydia would then take a seat motioning for Tora to join her. It's been a few weeks since I last played here's to hoping I don't mess up. The vice captain would then take a deep breath before closing her eyes to remember the lyrics and notes to the song she planned on playing. After a moment she would start of with the piano before starting to actually sing the lyrics. While Lydia's singing voice was far from that of an idol it was hardly something to scoff at. Once Lydia finished singing the song Lydia would open her eyes looking at Tora. I hope that wasn't to bad.
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Post by Michail Ravencrest on Dec 24, 2020 21:02:59 GMT -5
It seemed that June had admitted defeat. His pearly whites flashed as a token of his victory. Of course, that was very obviously not what had happened, but to the young Ravencrest walking away was a sign of simply bowing out and admitting the superiority of the other. To him, he had won. And he was quite content with that knowledge.
Julien seemed to know quite well what Michail expected. He was truly a model of what commoners should be as far as he was concerned. But at the same time, it was unbecoming of one who was technically nobility. Julien had no fight in him. No resolve. Perhaps because he was too broken. He wasn't sure what the man had gone through, but he did not care either. It wasn't any of his concern to get involved with the business of another family, and so he did not. It would be wise for a Silva to do the same.
Michail proudly puffed out his chest, akin to a peacock when the Reinsberg acknowledged the generosity accidentally provided him. "You do know quite well what to say. I'm glad there are people like you who understand their position and standing in the world. It gives me hope for the future of this Kingdom," the blonde spouted.
Michail glanced around the room. "Reinsberg, care to accompany me out of the ballroom? I wish to get some fresh air."
Heaven forbid someone offer him some type of hope after he left the man to his devices again. Some people just had no respect.
Post by Genesis Fantome on Dec 30, 2020 3:01:08 GMT -5
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Genesis Fantôme
La Poste
Hania had confirmed his tolerant personality—which was completely opposite of this crimson-haired woman. Good for him, because she used to be quick of temper and even quicker of tongue...but she was still working on it. Even his following words sounded ominous familiarly, but like before, she waved it off as merely coincidental. In whatever way or fashion, he seemed to know a lot about her background and history, not to mention her personality, especially when it was related to that place. Even up until now, she hardly dared to utter the town’s name out loud, as if it would bring back a flood of dark memories. For all she knew, he might as well have been spying on her every move while in that shadowy town.
“Good advice.” She said in response to those words of wisdom, although implementing them was a whole different story. “Oh, she was your nanny?” Her usual cool tone warmed up just ever so slightly. Gen had grown up with an elderly woman as well, much like a nanny, but the young woman had considered her more as the mother she never had...or more accurately, knew. She still held an inward grudge against her birth parents, because she did not know the reason why she was seemingly abandoned on the outskirts of Kiten as an infant. Throughout the years, her wild guesses and hurt feelings had grown into a disillusioned belief, which in turn had grown into a deep-seated bitterness. The most logical reason was because of her birthmark, and from that physical flaw stemmed all her insecurities and bitterness, both in the past and to this present day.
But this was no time to be dragged down with such dark thoughts. She wrested herself back into her present surroundings, to the present time. Gen was nodding at Hania’s words, until the full meaning sunk in. “Your design?” She glanced down at her dress, one hand tracing the golden swirls on the front of the dress. “Your design?” She repeated again, still in disbelief. She must sound like a dumbwit, repeating everything she heard, and twice to boot.
“It’s...very nice...” Again with her inability to really express her gratitude properly. She did, however, manage a “Merci.” The shadow mage really did not know the gentler and more refined ways of conversing, nor of the vocabulary used in such a situation. She may be wearing something fit for royalty, but her speech and mannerisms were not so easily fixed to fit into such fine company.
It was a small consolation that he claimed he was not obsessed with her. But, she still had to ask. “How do you know so much about me then? Or,” her eyes narrowed in concentration as she tried to logically explain this phenomenon. “Is it because you’re observant?” But at his words of sharing the suffering, a smirk reached the edges of her lips. “Such generosity indeed. Who’s the other guest you invited?” She did not know many people, and could only guess what kind of powerful individual the Ravencrest had invited. A prominent officer of the court or something? She could only guess.
“In that case, I’ll keep it for a while longer.” She decided aloud, smoothing out the invisible and non-existent wrinkles on her dress. “Though I doubt the next invite would be to anything as grand and luxurious as this ball event.” She swept her gaze momentarily throughout the room. People were still milling around, chattering and seeming to enjoy themselves. She reckoned that perhaps this suffering was made easier if one had people they knew to converse with. Honestly, if Hania had not extended the invitation, she would not have stayed for a second. Actually, she would not even be here in the first place.
Then the topic turned to beauty, and she followed his eyes towards the person being discussed. “Mmmm...” No one could deny that the woman was beautiful, but she could also appreciate the man’s tastes. As for his ideal type, she could only shrug at that. But he was looking right at her when he said that, and it brought back what he had said earlier. “I...I see...” Surely, he was not talking about her, right? The stubborn, hot-headed mage of shadows who carried around baggages of bitterness and anger? No. Most definitely not. No.
Her expression then smoothed out to something less intense at the change of topic. If there was something that perked her attention other than money, it was food. There was so much variety in such vast abundance, and she needed to try some of them before the night was over. Black forest cream cake balls? Interesting name...but it looked delicious, as did the rest of the food laid out on the tables.
Then he was offering a hand out like a gentleman, and for a few seconds, she looked at it. “You people have a lot of…interesting manners, huh?” She remarked, talking about the gentlemanly gesture. The femme rested her hand just barely on his arm, just enough to give the impression that she was politely following through with the proffered gesture. She allowed him to escort her over, though she honestly did not know why that was necessary. It was not like she suddenly lost use of both her legs, right? She could walk there just fine by herself. But manners were manners, and she supposed he had an image and reputation to keep up as well.
“Non. I don’t recognize any of these.” She replied honestly, though her eyes were busy roving up and down the selections. What a life, to always be able to eat one’s fill and with such rich dishes and sweets. So this was the life of nobility... She did not envy all the appearances and things they had to go through while here, but at least one could temporarily forget about the crowds and indulge oneself in all these food.
Rosa couldn’t help but giggle once more at that memory. The pair of them, downing cocktails left and right, when at first he thought he had to intimidate her to drink with him. The Frightening Captain of the Black Bulls…her gaze turned softer as she watched him. He was a gorgeous man, one terrifying so. He was wild, like his magic, untameable, powerful. And yet that wasn’t what she found so fascinating when she was with him. His permission to let her ask him anything and everything about magic, his openness with her, the way he made sure she always felt secure, and didn’t let her run away on whim…She needed that. Rosalia needed someone who could keep her grounded. The Earth to her Air. They could both be dangerous, yet they could both be so peaceful. [break][break] “You are correct my dear Captain. It is exactly that drink.” She watched him as they drank and chatted along…It was comfortable, relaxing with him. And while it was like that with Zaven Blake as well (perhaps she it was why she considered both of these men her best friends) Malcolm kept her at bay. Held her firmly in her position as a Magic Knight. God as a witch she should hate men, but she was so thankful she was never raised as one. [break][break] The beauty nodded when Malcolm responded at how they should all hang out together and her curiosity as to where Zaven was. “Well, I think he should be rather happy he could get away from this. You know as well as I do how much he hates how stuffy all of this is. It’s why we tend to avoid these too.” She nudged him playfully before downing the rest of her glass slowly…letting herself savour the milky flavours.
When it came to the topic of her designer friends, Luigi in specific, Malcolm’s tease made her giggle. “Yes, well you are quite the big bear aren’t you.” She whispered and pursed her lips, teasing him back before ordering them both a flute of Champagne. They had to look fancy for all of these silly necessary social interactions. She handed them both a flute each and wrapped her arm around her Captain’s. “I’ll always lead if you have my back, Captain.” Rosalia smiled and led them forwards to a rather short, thin man with a nose quite like a beak and a large moustache. A swarm of women had gathered around him, introducing themselves one by one and trying to keep his attention on them. Their dresses were even more scandalous than that of the Vice-Captain herself. Rosa could actually recognise a few of the girls she’d worked with in that crowd, Sarah and Marina. She eyes Malcolm, curious to see where his eyes would remain before pursing her lips, pushing her chest out and her butt back and walking over, letting her heels signal their arrival. Luigi’s beady eyes instantly found her own and a very loud “Excuse me ladies.” [break][break] “Luigi! Such a pleasure to see you here!” [break][break] The woman exclaimed, loudly enough for all the models to hear. A mild assert of dominance that she enjoyed. And was instantly hit with either meekness, mild jealousy or pure rage. Ah, the modelling environment. She didn’t miss it all that much. [break][break] “Rosalia, my muse, always wonderful to see you looking as gorgeous as ever.” The two shared a quick kiss on each cheek as was customary. “And the catch of the day?” [break][break] The beauty kept her grin in place as she looked over at her partner. She held his golden gaze for a bit before turning back to Luigi with vigour. “This is my boss, the Captain of the Black Bulls and my best friend, Malcolm Watanabe.” The circle of models started whispering about him as Luigi reached out for a handshake. [break][break] “My my, he sounds quite special compared to your previous finds.” It was a jab at her more recent modelling days. Ah, the sharp tongue of the man who loved her like an artiste loves inspiration. The designer of House Di Castle turned to look at Malcolm sternly, examining his frame and unique appearance, weighing his features out to some invisible standards that only a designer could truly speak to. Just as Rosalia was about to comment on the fact that they weren’t meant to be hear as a “date” but rather as a business Luigi continued.
“He is gorgeous, in a wild kind of way. He has many little scars, and a rare shade of eyes. Exotic but in a different way from you. I can see the appeal.” Ah yes, Rosalia had forgotten to mention that Luigi had always been, and always would be 100% as straight as a circle. A little giggle escaped her lips as she raised an eyebrow at her old boss and then glanced at her Captain. A part of her wanted to say he wasn’t available, but that would be for Malcolm to say himself. [break][break] “Either way, its lovely to see you here Luigi, and I’m very flattered that you decided to once again invite me for the Lingerie Runway this upcoming season. I’ve…asked for permission.” She bit her bottom lip, recalling that office conversation with the man behind her. “And I will do the show, alongside seven others that won’t impose upon my workload as Vice-Captain.” [break][break] The short man nodded and there was a sudden little spark in his eyes. He’d put the two and two together from her letters. “So this is why you wanted a seat at every show?” The grin was so broad that it made her cheeks tint pink. Now she COULDN’T look at Malcolm even if she wanted to. [break][break] The beauty had to clear her throat to keep her voice calm. “It’s for anyone in my squad who is interested and won’t cause a mess.” Luigi knew her too well. They’d worked together for seven years almost, for gods ‘sake. His grin only widened at her choice of words as he nodded. [break][break] “Well then, I look forwards to getting to design for your body again, miss Zephyr.” [break][break] “Boreas.” She corrected him with a smile, old habits died hard. “And I look forwards to wearing your work on display once more.” [break][break] The whispers continued even after a large amount of the modelling crowd had followed the man away. That’s what fame did, it could make one infamous as quickly as it could make them the most beloved person in the kingdom. Rosalia always tended to walk a fine line, which for anyone else would’ve collapsed in on their heads, but being in the public eye for so long and being known for her scandalous Blue Rose…adventures, meant that she was in it more for entertainment than anything else. Her reputation was already bad, but amusingly so. Some respected her as a knight, some as a vice captain, some as a model and woman, and others simply found her to be a fun source of amusement in the tabloids. It bothered her occasionally, but mostly because of how it affected her squad rather than herself. [break][break] “Well…” She leaned into Malcolm as she raised a glass at another designer across the room. “Guess you get to enjoy the yellow pages tomorrow alongside me Captain.” The beauty took a sip of the champagne and sighed softly. It was a traditional way Luigi loved to promote his work. He was the king of publicity. Now that they were working together for a season once more, it would be all over the fashion magazines tomorrow. Probably with a picture of the “Mysterious Man” by her side or something. Glossy Magazine had a love for titles like those. [break][break] “You always have the shot of skipping the shows you know, if the media gets too much for you. Or my co-workers do.” They had a tendency of loving to steal each other’s companions in the most annoying way. And when one loses their companion, that’s a display to the whole industry that they’re not good in bed or their bodies aren’t good enough to work. A horrid industry. It was why she never brought anyone with her. Why she never asked anyone to save a seat for her friends. Because this business was cutthroat. [break][break] “So, back to drinks?” [break][break]
[attr="class","julienglass2scroll"] What was Julien here for? [break][break] He’d been invited, for one reason or another, that was supposed to mean something. He cared very little for what Michail personally thought of him, as a Ravencrest, the youth had his place and it was obviously on a pedestal, a high one at that. There was a hierarchy here, Julien only adhered to it. There were rules, and only those worthwhile were meant to break them. [break][break] For those whose names would never be recorded in history, they only could abide. Julien Reinsberg understood his place, there was little else to garner from it. [break][break] He took note of the notable names entering this ball and having their fun, from the Captains and the Vices, to the upper-nobles and the like. Pretty music played, cheery laughter and pleasant voices could be heard. It was a place for fun to be had, but Julien was disinterested in socializing with the fellow standards of his station. Mostly because he would always have little to say, and that he felt no loyalty to any of them. [break][break] Perhaps Julien had become numb to such light-hearted ideals and maybe that didn’t bother him as much as it should have. What good did happiness do for the heart other than distract from a harsh reality? [break][break] The Ravencrest’s words were akin to a compliment, or the closest thing that Julien guessed that Michail would ever admit. Keeping a neutral expression, the Reinsberg nodded once in acknowledgment. [break][break] "Reinsberg, care to accompany me out of the ballroom? I wish to get some fresh air." [break][break] “Of course, Sir.” Julien answered, fresh air, it did sound nice, the Ballroom seemed to be getting a bit too stuffy with all the big names rolling around. [break][break] Reinsberg and Ravencrest, what an odd pair they did make. [break] [break]
Post by Malcolm Watanabe❃ on Jan 6, 2021 13:28:49 GMT -5
Her confirmation of the first time they met and drank with each other made him smile, he had drank a LOT that night, but yet he still remembered pretty much all of it. He enjoyed how carefree being around Rosa made him feel, he had to usually stick to a damn schedule and keep up a demeanor of someone that was a hard ass and somewhat lazy at the same time...an interesting duality of which he had recently moved to just being an unbelievably strong motivator for a few members of the squad while also encouraging their own personal growths. That next little jab about Zaven and why he was not there almost made him chuckle while having a drink. Zaven really did hate these big get-togethers...must be a Blake thing, but regardless the Shadow of Dawn was probably off happy doing something else. Speaking of which, the two would have to meet up soon to discuss the bres they have been making. Her little teasing remark of calling him a bear finally garnered a laugh though as he finished his drink, just to be given a champagne flute and told she would always lead if he had her back. ”I always have your back, no worries there. Let us go say hi.” He said in a teasing tone as he followed her, weaving through the crowd with ease.
As they got close Rosa seemed to wait a moment, Malcolm was confused for a moment before finding the man he assumed was Luigi and he put on his best...non smartass...smile and as she adjusted herself his eyes were glued for a moment, but then again who the fuck wouldn’t be. Then there was the beginning of the talk, and the Black Bull captain took a sip from the flute and heard the man refer to him as the “catch of the day” before Rosa introduced Malcolm as her boss and Black Bull captain. When the hand was stuck out for a handshake, Malcolm took it and gave Luigi a firm handshake, knowing full well to not overexert any sort of pressure here. ” A pleasure Luigi, it is nice to meet you finally, your reputation precedes you of course. Also my deepest condolences for Button, though I did not know this companion of yours, a loss of a loved one is still a deep cut in which the soul reaches to fill. If there is anything I can do within my power to help you in the future please let me know.” He said as he soon let go of the designers hand and went back to drinking and listening to their back and forth for a moment or two. There was a hint of an invite to a runway show to which Malcolm chuckles at for a moment, it would be seen as scandalous for sure...but hell he wouldn’t mind it. Telling Luigi that she had permission for another job Malcolm nodded. ”She is a hard worker Luigi, but I am no slave driver, of course I was going to let her come. I might just follow through and come watch. After all, I am sure having a captain at one of your shows would look good for you.” Malcolm finished and soon the conversation came to a close as Malcolm had finished his flute and replaced it with another with a quick sleight of hand.
Once they were left to their own devices he heard her remark about the yellow pages and he gave a wide grin before offering a toast. ”Well in that case, what a gossip page it will be. I am sure that my offer to go to his next show will be included, garnering more business for him.” He said with a wink as she reminded him he did not have to go to the show before turning the topic back to drinking. ”Sure, perhaps I should go tell Lydia to have her family deliver some wine to this place, then again...it will probably be seen as a great business deal and the king will have to give up some land for it...that would be a farce.” Malcolm said as he was now a little bit loose with his words. [colo=brown]”In case I was not clear...yeah, back to drinking.”[/color] He said as he downed the flute and stuck it with a servant and led the way back to the bar.
Post by Hania Ravencrest✾ on Jan 6, 2021 20:38:32 GMT -5
Satori Ryuutei - 5,000 yul and 3 free grand spells June Silva - Perk (staff choice) and perk player choice Eve Darkkon - 3 spells of rank and 10,000 yul Tora - Perk (players choice) and NA "Belle of the Yule Ball" Lydia Ravencrest✧ - Brightly coloured present and "Belle of the Yule Ball" Julien Reinsberg - platinum npc of rank and brightly coloured present Michail Ravencrest - 10 stats and brightly coloured present Hania Ravencrest✾ - 20 stars points and NA "Yuletide Spirit" Genesis Fantome - 3 spells of rank and perk (players choice) @morty - Perk (players choice) and 20 spell points Cooper Ravencrest - 10,000 yul and 10 stat points Lucius Valerius - platinum npc of rank and 5000 yul Ardere✧ - platinum npc of rank and brightly coloured present Rosalia - 5,000 yul and get out of jail free card (tradeable)
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