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[hr][hr]Event: After the Melon Derby[hr][hr]
The hour was dark after the melon derby. Though silence had not fallen upon Ersand'Enise. Instead, a night of celebration took its place. The tavern was packed, drinks were had and a rather rowdy brawl took place. Yet Yuli, despite enjoying all of these things, was not present. She was wandering the streets, reflecting on what had gone wrong. She knew she'd messed up - and revealed a little bit too much of her character towards the end. She thought about who'd seen it - and what she'd done, and eventually re-assured herself that everything was going to be alright. And by the time that came - she ended up at the remnants of the row. Supposedly the yasoi, the hegelans, the eeaiko and the humans had all fought against each other, and Yuli happened upon the interior of a tavern with people unconscious on the floor. She surveyed, and waited for no-one to be watching before picking a target to drink from. She happened upon a revidian with sweet tasting blood but was unable to acquire anything from it other than a satisfying meal. 

Soon after, she found herself at an auction. It started out as a fun little gimmick, a few rocks being sold and people paying outrageous prices for them, but there were a few items that caught her fancy. The first was an aphrodisiac, but she was outbid severely by a smug noble boy who mentioned something about Djamantese parties. She would research it for sure, but it didn't change her frustration about not getting the item. Another, that caught her eye, was a music box. Something old, from before the avincean empire. She bid on it. But she noticed that the price went up and up and up. She was happy to compete with this agent for a while. She was goaded by a couple of girls into bidding higher, but she mostly wanted to score a win on this uptight little turd that beat her for the previous item. That was, until it got to the thousands, and he continued to bid. She watched the price skyrocket as a bidding war began between 3 camps. And before long, the item went to the back to be sold in a private auction. It was a mystery to her, and perhaps she thought she might have done a disservice to her country by not pulling in with the rest, but she simply didn't have the funds at hand, nor permission to use state money with reckless abandon. Her personal funds were great, but they were nowhere near what the final price of that item ended up being.

In the deep night, she went to strike again. And this time, she chose the wrong target. His blood was sweet smelling, and she knew there was a rare blood in there somewhere, but he was strong. A fierce fight took place, and for a second, she thought he might have an advantage. She did not fear that she would die to him, but she feared that the swinging of a fiery sword and the screams of his strange northern language might attract others into the fray and jeopardize her position. And so, she ran. And for a moment, she thought that she could have taken him out, but she vanished into the night. There would be no risk taken tonight, but she would remember his face. And perhaps, she'd go for him again....

[hr][hr]Event: Hegelan Drinking![hr][hr]
It had been an interesting choice for the group. Yuliya had convinced her team of Shortlisted. She knew of the potency of hegelans, the mana brews and the wonderfully crafted items they held. After all, she had one! And, got together they did. In the morning before the Dragon, they had drunk mana brews. Yuliya had consumed 2 prime shots, and had convinced everyone else to give them a go. Zazzy didn't keep hers down well, and neither did Kaspar, but Augusto and Jomurr took to it well. By the end, they'd all had some significant increase in RAS though. She felt particularly strong, and she got the same vibe from Augusto after the drinks that she did from the ice king. Just a well of unimaginable power. She had to stop herself from drooling. He was her teammate after all.

For the race, she chose Street Hoghs, and was partnered up with Korin. The two had come up with a fashion related strategy - if she wore a red shirt, the other groups would avoid her in fear of losing time spent on the race, and so it was that before they were to begin. Korin had herself dressed up. The two had gotten along quite well and shared quite a bit of banter. It was nice to be with someone she could easily converse with, even if it wasn't her first language, she felt far more confident in her spoken Hegelan than she did in her Avincean. She felt confident, and determined to do much better than the derby. And she felt something new, that she hadn't quite felt before - an urge to win not just for herself, but for Zazzy and the others? Was this normal? She'd have time to think on it after.

[hr][hr]Event: High Stakes[hr][hr]
Yuliya felt comfortable. For it was the dead of night, and the heat of the ensolian sun wasn't beating down on her. It was these hour she felt at most peace with herself, but she wasn't up to her usual night antics. There was a hunt for a sanguinaire, and of course this had drawn her attention because she herself was a sanguinaire. Yet, there was zero suspicion towards her in this group, aside from small glances from the paladin she'd encountered the night before. Every time he looked over, she simply smiled and maintained eye contact. It was almost comical, to hear him retell the tale of her attempting to drink from him, in front of her, while being completely oblivious. 

Khaliuns warnings were noted. If this was a true sanguinaire, or even a high, then this mission was a death sentence. She thought of her brother, and of her father, and of the strength they bore. It was worlds apart from even the strongest students here, and even some of the zenos. And so she took Khaliuns warnings to heart. She would wait, she would observe, and only if she thought she might win, would she strike. So she responded, in a hushed whisper to Khaliun.

[color=pink]"Если они хотя бы наполовину так компетентны, как мой брат, все здесь будут мертвы к восходу солнца."[/color]

As they got closer and closer to the scene, Yuli shuddered. Not out of fear like the others might have, but out of annoyance. No-one worth their salt would leave a trail like this. They didn't NEED to eat this much to be full, yet they did anyway. Who was this.. hedonist, and why were they fucking around at Ersand'Enise. This was going to bother her peaceful life, and quite frankly, that bothered her. It bothered her immensely. She felt her grip tighten around the hilt of her axe, and part of her wanted to disregard the warnings and go and brutalize this fool while she was still juiced up on the prime shots she'd had earlier, but she would wait. Because she wanted this dumbass out of her school, and out of her life. And perhaps she wanted to finally get a good drink. It'd been far too long.

[color=pink]"I'm going to cover exit, you go ahead. I won't let escape."[/color] she sighed in frustration, as she traced around the sides of the proving grounds, looking for possible entrances and exits. It was a cover, but she wanted to know if there was a way in to surprise this fucker if it was necessary. 

[color=pink]"держи меня в курсе. мы наносим удар, если вы думаете, что мы можем победить."[/color] she said aloud into the air. This would be a good test for both her and the sentry.