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[attr="class","polarPOSTIT"] The day was a good one to be out and about. However he hated that he rode in a carraige. Pulled by beasts of burden, no matter how fine and regal, does not show his true status as a Heavenly Child. There was a certain status that being able to have your property carry you thought the streets upon the weight of their backs and the palaquinn that these savages in the land of Clover could not understand. His servents did not shit in the street as they walked like the horses now pulling his Ivory and Gold Carraige. Not a single piece of wood was used in the making of this trnsportation. Golden inlays accented the pure white ivory. It was polished ad sanded to a point where it would be considered a master work. He had it secretly commisioned from a temple, using magically created and cured ivory, so that thair manabeasts need not be killed for it. The carraige was decoated with beautiful kingfisher feathers and a long series of prayer papers to offer to the poor they passed who asked for handouts. He even gave them a few yul as a way to show his dedication to the people. Yet he hated the idea of touching the poor common trash that he cleaned his hand in a cleansing liquid he kept nearby. [break][break] He wore a beautiful silk hanfu and clothing to match consisting of a bright royal purple, gold and black. A pair of silver hair pins held his long and well maintained hair in a tight respectful bun. as the carraige arrived and he exited, he would gently lower himself down and then allow manservent to exit, normally he would have made his ride outside, but he couldn’t afford to look brutish. Another servent would bring forth a container of gifts, moved by magic and with the single effort of a servent it was carried along side them. They would make their way into the estates grounds after the guards would let them in after checking the chest. He smiled softly, removing a beautiful pheonix painted fan from his belt and gently opening it to act as a fan and to cover his face in a respectful manner. Once he had been properly taken into the estate. He would chuckle to himself. He didn’t feel lydias presence here, so the rumors of her being dead or missing were true. Interesting. He would soon cross paths with a young man with short blond hair and he would respectfully bow and bid them farewell as he was brought to meet amaya. He would instead be given a demonstration of her magic, before he could properly introduce himself. He memorized her words and commited them to his mind palace. [break][break] Greeted by a display of magic he would fold his fan up and gently Nod approvingly as he moved forward and gently stroked his chin in approval. “That is quite a beautiful Magic Spell you have woven into the world. A talented person such as yourself cant help but be noticed. It is a good thing the Golden Dawn were able to Recruit a Beautiful Warrior such as yourself.” he would bow respectfully afterwards. “It is good to see you are in good health Lady Amaya, I am sorry that during your time at the estate I havnt had time to properly invite you to my Palace. So in return I have brought gifts after receiving the invitation as a member of the Golden Dawn. If I may, I have brought gifts for the Estate.” if he would be allowed to he would gently gesture to his manservent Enlai, who moved forward with the gifts, the chest floating given its magical properties. He would gently open the chest and Jirou would smile proudly. “As a gift from the Yuiee Family to the Ravencrest, I present three gifts. Silk, woven from my Families own supplies and dyed in a multitude of colors. Candied Lotus Blossoms to represent the Pure Nature of Our families Relationship, and a special gift from my own garden, a Rare Blue Lily of the Valley, to represent the long lasting good luck that both our families benefit from. May these gifts bring your home happiness.” he was also subtly wishing her house many children one day, as the Lily of the Valley represented Motherhood as well. He wasn’t the bggest fan of woman in power, but Amaya was a goodly woman who did not reach beyond her means from his experience. He would then Notice a pale individual standing nearby. What strange hair, but he would not judge at the moment. He would simply bow respectfully, but not as low as he had for Amaya.
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Post by Yursir Ravencrest on Jul 25, 2023 21:09:00 GMT -5
If the sudden shift in the conversation was directed by Joseph’s ability to sense Yursir’s mind becoming overwhelmed by the immense stream of deathly serious information being turned over to him within moments of their reunion, then even without his fabled magic prowess, he had incredibly keen skills of observation. The younger of the two princes merely nodded as he accepted his brother’s invitation to sit. Meanwhile his thoughts had been so preoccupied he almost missed his younger cousin Kenja’s farewell altogether, let alone his recent sparring session. Though this time he managed an instinctive nod so as to not appear rude. Then as he had begun to leave to handle other affairs, Yursir turned to face Joseph again.
“No need for apologies. I can already imagine that this is something that will be somewhat of a prolonged issue for now. Though I do appreciate your patience with me,” Yursir said as he dawned a grin once more.
“As per my hobbies… well… I can’t say it’s necessarily a hobby so much as it is a compulsion at this point after doing it for so long. To get to the point, you could say my muse is architecture,” Yursir stated as he began to subtly weave his mana into various shapes and layouts in his palm.
“I was raised by a noble family of artisans known as the Jourdain who specialize in this magnificent craft you see. So naturally it consumed my life as well. Well that and my dream to be a knight of course,” he said as he began to spin his mana around aimlessly as he then pondered on his former life and how different things could’ve been had their mother not been so selfish to achieve her own ambitions at the cost of her children.
[attr="class","amascroll"] Amaya looked over to Kenja allowing her bow to disappear as she nodded "strategy is key and revealing all your card will end you in predictable and unsought after." She spoke with a smile retrieving her grimoire From Kenja, hiding it away back on her person as she nodded " I do hate to see you go little cousin but I do understand and wish to spar with you once again" She spoke before hearing movement out of the walls sensing a new body on the estate soon finding the body the new presence belonged to as she smiled folding her hands bowing low in respect as well " It is an honor to be in your presence Prince Yuiee." She spoke rising as Jianyu moved over to her side receiving the gifts nodding and bowing in respect. [break] [break] "Thankyou for such kind gifts, may prosperity blossom between our families and thankyou for coming to our estate." She spoke in kind as she smiled "I have but your sister to thank for mentoring me and helping me refind myself and the magic I did not wish to acknowledge as I would not be within the golden dawn if not for her assistance and understanding." She said as Jianyu returned from setting aside the gifts accordingly. Holding a tray of refreshments, some accustomed for Jirou's likings. [break] [break] " By all means, I do hope these are to your likings young prince." Spoke Jianyu in respect. He was a bai, related to the Yuiee and the steward being his own brother. He knew all there was to know form the six weeks on the Yuiee estate. He motioned to a gazebo off to the side of Yursir and joseph " I have set up proper sittings for you both out of the heat and radiance of the sun's embrace." He said [break] [break]
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Combat Summary
POW 9
DUR0
STA122
SEN120
CON130
SPEED[break] 30 m/s
STRENGTH[break]1/2 Junior
MANA SKIN[break] Archmage
HEALTH[break] Archmage
MANA POOL[break] 385/385
MANA REGEN[break] 35 IC |40 OC
[attr="class","amascroll2"] TLDR: [break] Clothing and hair:
Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on Aug 3, 2023 0:39:42 GMT -5
Kenja must have been tired, it seemed the boy didn't recall that this was their first meeting with Joseph. The warmth in the words were still nice to hear, so he gave the other a wave as the short haired blond was leaving. “It would be nice to get to know you cousin, rest up and eat.” It wasn't bad to meet new people today. As one person left the training grounds, another entered the estate. It would have been nicer to get to learn more about Kenja, but it would have been a hard feat when meeting their younger brother at around the same time as that cousin. It would be nice if they at least had enough rest to realize who they have and haven't met. That would likely also help with training. The person who was coming to the estate was someone they had seen at the golden dawn headquarters so the Ravencrest knew they were a member of the golden dawn. Maybe it would be good to get to know that person, but now as clearly not the time. While not knowing much about noble etiquette, it was still pretty clear that this man was focused on his cousin Amaya. They seemed to speak politely to her, but something bugged him about it. Maybe it was the fact that she was commented to be a beautiful warrior and not just a talented warrior? But it didn't feel like flirting either. It seemed the person had brought luxuries as gifts, silks and dyes. Many of those looked rather expensive, like everything that seemed to connect with that person. Did this person live and breathe only luxury? Even the lily of the valley, it was a common flower that was well known and loved. The color brought was one they had never seen before, so at the least it wasn't a coloration that could be considered common. He wasn't one for plants that weren't medicinal, but it was one of those flowers you see and hear about often enough to know some basics. No part of it was remotely safe to ingest. There was a myth behind the flower that said one of the first human women cried and her tears became that flower. This had connected it to motherhood and purity as symbols known commonly among commoners. He was sure there were other meanings, but they would not be ones the young adult would know. Maybe it did mean luck, but the fact that the stranger brought it and didn't bring up its motherhood aspect definitely felt like some amount of disrespect. When the stranger bowed to him, what did he do? Wave back with one hand. The man knew bowing would be more polite, but the person had said literally nothing to Joseph. Knowing the mans name was Jirou didn't mean the other had actually said that to him. The two had actually never met until now.
“Hello, I'm Joseph Ravencrest. Sorry, but I'm going to go to the gazebo and try to show my younger brother examples of architecture I saw underground of an ancient dwarfish city.“ This felt awkward. Talking with Amaya? That would be fine. Trying not to feel awkward around Kenja? That would be great. Getting to know his younger brother? He was trying to do that right now. Standing still in the hot sun with an empty cup in one hand and waving the other while trying to be polite to a stranger who practically bled luxury? That wasn't on the to do list for him at the moment. Jirou seemed to be polite, but it didn't change the red heads comfort level. Did this really have to happen after undoing his hair and taking off the glasses? It would be a bit weird to put it back on now, or at least would definitely be rude. Joseph felt his body be tense ever since he started trying to figure out what to do involving that person. Bowing probably would have been more polite, but this was already feeling like an uncomfortable and invasive version of his mothers culture shoving itself over. Maybe it was the mix of the over luxury, nobility, and culture that was what rubbed him badly. He wasn't really sure what to do with the cup, but they would hold onto it until he knew where to put it. Yursirs mental distress was pretty clear, that's why Joseph had been able to figure it out. After being told distressful information, one typically shows some amount of upset or distress while its processing, be it despair, anger, shock, or some other extreme emotion. Sipping tea and calling it a conundrum with a calm face made it clear to Joseph that they weren't processing the information. Though body language, words, and tone, the processing hadn't shown signs of happening. This typically meant the person needed time to process this information, that a line had been crossed. Maybe it was just obvious because of a mix of the ex azure deer being fully trained to be a mental health professional, or how much attention the other was paying to their sibling, or maybe because he knew this wasn't something he could run away from. A sibling meant the danger he had been hoping was over had to be mentioned. They had to warn them in a way that would keep them still being mentally well. Their corpse pale eyes looked back to the blond haired youth. “My beloved younger brother, please expect my patience. I would be a disgrace as a mental health professional to ever purposely push you past your limits. The way someone typically becomes mentally stronger is by one slow step at a time, not by bulldozing a persons brain.”
There was no want for him to ever think he pushed too far on purpose, nor that he would ever do so on purpose. He couldn't really go into more detail than that while someone outside of family and the servants was around. This was a gathering for golden dawn members, so this made sense that others would come. It was nice to have it be only family for awhile and be able to talk in private briefly. “I think I understand what you mean when you call architecture your muse. I was raised in a family of musicians, so the majority of my spells have that influence on them as a result. Do you have a favorite architecture style? Lets go to the gazebo.” There were more things he wanted to ask, but they didn't want to overwhelm them again. This was a far lighter subject, but that didn't matter. He wanted to pull them along, to look at more of the others magic and get to know them more. Maybe there he could put their glasses back on and redo their hair without being possibly rude? He thanked Jianyu in a quiet voice before walking over to the outdoor structure. Walking in and taking a seat at the table within the gazebo felt nice. It was than that he finally put the empty cup down. ~I hope Enlil and Sumire are doing well. I never did Tell Amaya the message he asked me to pass along to her, though she's likely seen him since than anyway.~ He frowned a bit while signing these words. At least here his hair felt less in the open. ~Why does my hair have to shine and stand out?~ At least it felt easier to speak with his hands inside the gazebo, for as long as Jirou wasn't inside it anyway. He had learned that while most commoners that aren't merchants or doctors typically don't research sign language, for nobles it feels a bit like a coin toss. Hair that is a peachy orange that goes to a more true orange in the shadows and shimmers a pale blond color in the light wouldn't exactly be classed as anything but showy as it came to hair coloration. Having it untied meant long wild locks, the wildness in it causing more contrast in colors than straight strands would. His mother was the operatic singer the burning crimson, the woman who was like a force of nature on stage that burned the best of its abilities until nothing was left. All she cared about was what she wanted. It was good that none of the other current members of Ravencrest family that he knew of hadn't met that person before. The color and curliness was certainly closer to Fintans than anything Yalin had, but the way it reacted to light was like hers. It was an over showy curse to someone who didn't like to stand out.
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Post by Yursir Ravencrest on Aug 14, 2023 22:16:21 GMT -5
Yursir could only feel a great sense of relief with Joseph's highly accommodating demeanor and openness. It made him feel as if there was no pressure to rush along the process of getting acquainted. That and such serious business could stand to be tended to in due time. After all they were both members of one of Clover's most prestigious families as well as members amongst one of the most powerful squads the Kingdom had to offer. If at least for right now it did no good to worry oneself silly over a group of failed assailants. Yursir would largely ignore the sudden arrival of the Yuiee prince as he would promptly follow Joseph's lead into the gazebo and become immediately taken with an old foundation painting of an ancient city long forgotten to time.
His piercing amber eyes trailing across the walls as they headed to chairs prepared especially for their usage.
"I wouldn't say I have a particular style I favor, as I find it all far too fascinating to fixate on any one work for long enough to truly have one that's left such a deep mental imprint on me as of yet," He responded matter of factly.
"Do you have a favorite style in particular brother?" Yursir asked in a spurt of sudden curiosity.
[attr="class","polarPOSTIT"] Jirou couldn’t help but smile and laugh a bit to himself as he gently took out his fan. She was quite cute, this woman he was now speaking too. Amaya was someone he quite enjoyed just from their limited interactions. She knew her place in clover society and did her part to play it well, of course she was much to strong willed for his needs but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy her company. He smiled as she spoke and he watched the other two converse. Their words lost, but Jirou made note of those he saw Joseph Ravencrest. Wait that wasn’t right, wasn’t his name different? He had seen something in the reports of Kikka about him. He then took note of someone else, someone hed never seen or heard of before. He wondered who they were as he would smile at the offered refreshments. He recognized the features of a Bai with ease and smiled softly at the man. He had met him when he visited the estate one once or twice. But he had already been warned by Fengge long ago not to harm anyone outside of those who were threats, or belonged to him directly. [break] As she mentioned her magic and her training as they walked to their area he would nod and chuckle a bit. “You suffer under the same ideas of others. That some amgics just arent meant to be used. But rest assured Lady Ravencrest that magic is simply a tool. It is how you use it that determines its rightiousness.” he said as he sat at the table after her and would be a gratious guest and would pour the tea for her first, pouring it over the tea pets in a showing of respect he rarely would have shown others. Enlai would stand with the brother of their Steward/Parental Figure. He and Lanying saw Jirou as a fatherly/emperor fashion. He was a bit nervous before he politely bowed to the older man and smiled softly. Jirou would then smile as he nodded. “It is good that you met my sister and learned so much. The Golden Dawn needs only the best and I know if my sister is anything shes always going to do it at her best.” he smiled proudly and happily for his sister. To all those around him he would look happy and nice. A kind and gentle person who truly strove to protect the weak and suffering. Few knew the terrible truth. [break][break] “if I may say, Lady Ravencrest I enjoyed seeing the remnants of your spell, I am sad that I did not get to see its casting.” he would smile and with a flurry of his hands he would produce a simple illusionary flower, it was solid like a gemstone, yet if she tried to touch it it would fee like still air. The slight pink quartzy color betrayed its oddity. “I know it is not a permenent flower, but I wanted to return the favor of showing abeautiful spell for another.” it wasn’t an official spell, just a party trick he had developed while training to meditate his mind.
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[attr="class","amascroll"] Jianyu looked at another servant before staying with Amaya and Jirou allowing the other servant to tend to the brothers within their private place.
[break] [break] While he could tend to both with ease. He wasn't about to leave Amaya there by herself, He was her caretaker and the butler Hania has directed to give all his attention to Amaya and Amaya alone. He has never failed at his duty to keeping her safe outside the estate, he would never allow it within the estate. He took his place off to the side but behind Amaya closing his eyes slightly as he watched closely. Leone moved from his spot with his ten ducks to laying off to the side of Amaya, watching closely as she looked between them before back at jirou accepting the tea. "Prince Jirou if I may, Just call me Amaya, Formalities of titles is not something I prefer while on this estate or really anywhere in clover." She spoke with a smile.
[break] [break] She sipped the tea while listening to him speak of wishing he had seen the casting of her magic before showing a trick of his own " Your magic is beautiful Prince Jirou. Something, I am sure woes the ladies and party guests. I personally enjoy seeing what pure aura uses make of their magics, as it is very common but your has a gemstone like glisten to it, making it unique." She said placing down the tea cup before she raised her hand allowing it to glow a baby pink while the light outside it went to a white then around the edges a baby blue, holding a air of cold around it " My magic is pretty in its own right and very fitting for one such as myself. "She spoke sweetly as Jianyu sat down many finger foods for herself and jirou before handing the tray to the next servant to allow him to tend to joseph and Yursir.
[break] [break] Serving two groupings were tiring but it was a must as the brother were getting to know each other while Amaya tended to her duties as heiress and unfortunately that meant having to play nice and enjoy other's company. [break] [break]
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Combat Summary
POW 9
DUR0
STA122
SEN120
CON130
SPEED[break] 30 m/s
STRENGTH[break]1/2 Junior
MANA SKIN[break] Archmage
HEALTH[break] Archmage
MANA POOL[break] 385/385
MANA REGEN[break] 35 IC |40 OC
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Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on Dec 10, 2023 4:10:12 GMT -5
"I don't have a favorite style, but I have probably seen some unique things." Joseph answered Yursir before looking towards Amaya and Jirou. He really didn't want to leave her with that guy, but he wasn't immediately sure what to do. He started using his magic, trying to use every hue or coal that he could in order to make it as realistic as possible. The ancient dwarf city with their rivers of lava, even the inside of the two buildings he had entered. He couldn't make things glow, but at the least, the palest shade of grey he had and colorless cubic carbon diamond. It was a place that had felt like another world entirely, one that had been lost to time. Maybe it was better that way. His magic couldn't create light nor color, so it would never be the same. It was easier to copy the shapes. But it was in looking away from the younger brother did he start fully realizing what was going on with the servants. He used to think that was never something he wouldn't notice, as he understood how it felt like to feel invisible. They were a Ravencrest, but had still lived most of his life as a Cobborn. ~Did I worry too much?~ He signed quietly to himself. It was the realization that maybe he should have gone about things differently. One couldn't change the past, but he could choose their own actions that would be taken next.
Even when not looking at the servants, he was leaving Amaya with mister flash and sparkle. How should he do this? He didn't know how to act like a noble, but he had seen nobles interact with each other, even Amaya and the colorful person right now. He wasn't sure if his cousin even liked him, but she was still being kind and polite. “Sorry, lets talk another time. I just remembered something I have to do.” He needed to act proper, even if someone made him feel uncomfortable. If Jirou had been covered in reflective glitter and neon colors he would still need to be as polite as possible and stop avoiding them. But this time it really was the need to go do something. ~Be as confident here as you are with other things.~ He signed to himself before standing himself up. He didn't have much of any shoulder to hold up, they would likely never have a feeling of strong presence. There were people that pulled it off that had gentle builds like him, but actually trying to do that would ruin any thread of act that he had some innocence somewhere in him. The man wasn't quite ready to let go of that safety blanket yet, but it seemed fate was pushing him in that direction. It was hard to play innocent around people like Yugo, who had real innocence. That persons presence made the fake purity act feel cheap and pointless.
The man walked from inside the gazebo before walking over to Amaya and Jirou. The flashy person wasn't his cup of tea from what he could tell, but old lessons of being a musician taught him to be polite. He should be thus polite unless given a reason not to be. Being highly flashy wasn't a valid reason to not be polite, it didn't even say much about how a person acted. “I'm sorry, but I seem to have run out of time. Jirou, you and I are in the same squad yet this was the first time we have even spoken to each other. Amaya, you are my precious family, but I would be a shameful person if I didn't leave to fulfill obligations over wants and desires. I hope to see both of you another time.” They didn't need to know what the obligation was, but it was enough information to leave the premises without being rude. He gave a convincing smile to both of them before beginning to walk to leave. He may have been typically someone to wear their heart on their sleeve, but a musician that preformed needed to know how to smile convincingly. This was considered a basic skill in his old adoptive family.
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