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[center][i]The Trials had finally ended. What was a simple, action-packed week felt like months to some, but it was all worth it for the big top ten (and then some) as they claimed their prizes and bid generously during the auction. Zarina’s invite punctuated this chapter of their lives with what was hoped to be a positive note and she was still hopeful despite the very recent developments and accelerated tensions. There would be no such things during this homebrewed gala. When 1:00 HD hit, the party officially begun.

[color=#000000]“Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!”[/color]

At the main entrance door that remained open during the whole evening was none other than Horus wearing a hat similar to Zarina’s Homburg. A popular face and voice to greet the guests, with hats and other items gathered by the short but conveniently dextrous young Monkeybird to be stored in one of the nearby closets. The house had been arranged to accommodate for an influx of people, with tables added to the drawing room decorated with many appetisers. But the bulk of the activity was actually in the yard where three rows of tables were set with more foods and drinks aplenty. 

Ellermane Bleu, courtesy of Desmond’s catering, was the main alcoholic beverage to go with the bite sized goods on the tables, but soon came a butt of Hegelan-approved beer to be set by the archway between the indoors and outdoors. Maat, the second and more colorful Monkeybird, made sure to tend to the nozzle.

[color=#6283E9]““More? More? MOOOOORE! SLURP!””[/color]

Then came Osman, the newcomer land octopus carrying trays of biscottis with cream and shrimp as well as glasses of Meattu champagne. His tentacles stretched out to reach for finished glasses to switch them with a newly filled one. A brilliant server, to be sure, even if it couldn’t quite grasp any sort of order, it knew when to take an item and when not to. 

Zarina, clad in a brilliant gold dress of both Virangish and Torragonese inspiration and long trumpet sleeves, was playing the role of host to a T, making sure to greet as many guests as possible with the usual politeness and pleasantries - even to those she didn’t quite remember. Big smiles, loads of energy, and an offering of expensive drinks to keep the mood up were her go-tos. Oh, and of course, she wouldn’t hesitate to show off her fancy new House Hippo in her handbag. The little critter was a tad overwhelmed, but also found itself consistently fed. 

Technically Correct had arrived precisely on time, finding Johann to be one of the earliest arrivals to help the hostess prepare for the evening. Others such as Ayla, Ashon, Marceline and Kaureerah were there from the start by virtue of actually living there. And the Zeno Bucks staff worked to keep the dishes coming and the venue clean (as well as helping the animals/mascots).

The Soul Sisters were expected to arrive soon with a whole stage prepared out back dedicated to them and all other performers. Until then, Gonzalo, the barista stationed in the Workman’s Quarter, was the tune of the evening with his Laud, along with his troupe of merry musicians. There wasn’t a minute with some music.

Welcome to the Trials End Party at Zarina’s! Feel free to enjoy, reach out to people, do your own little skits for entertainment and so on! This is an opportunity to exchange with friends, new or old, before the world makes this difficult for you. Ellermane Bleu effects apply to all those who drink it.[/i][/center]

[hider=Meeting with Jo]
At the precise moment where Jocasta had undone her spell, Zarina joined the trio to greet them like she had done almost every other guest so far. Although this pairing had been one she was hoping to exchange with for a long while now. The signs of temporal tampering were there, but she had long since made it a point of not prying on the sensei's decisions and machinations - she figured some alone time was needed, and there was little she could do if violence happened regardless.

[color=#E5E4E2]“Well if it isn't our ambitious social climber.”[/color] the hostess greeted with some good humour snark, arms open to hug both Yalen and Jocasta. [color=#E5E4E2]“It's great to see you two, truly. Honestly,”[/color] she looked at Jocasta in particular. [color=#E5E4E2]“I was starting to miss that resting bitch face - with respects of course, sensei.”[/color] a devious-Jocasta smirk took form on her visage. [color=#E5E4E2]“Really, though, I'm glad you're here. Wouldn't be a party without one of my besties.”[/color] that smirk quickly turned into something more of a genuine smile. [color=#E5E4E2]“Ellermane? Or Champagne?”[/color]

"It would appear I've already had my fill," Jocasta replied, placing the empty glass down and shaking her head with a rueful smile. "It's good to see you too, Zarina. It's good to see you this... glowing, and in the right kind of way." For a moment, she underwent a tiny crisis. She'd let Taleja have her riposte. Such the better to put her at ease for later. Them having a short but seemingly pleasant engagement during the party would allay suspicions. It might look like unrest, like some attack based on class or nation or whatever else people had decided to kill each other for these days. 

Then, Zarina was there, however: a friend, and she thought she might get it off her chest. She thought she might tell a truth and confess a fear. Yet... had they really been friends these past few months? They had no classes together, they had little free time for each other. They were still pleasant enough when they happened to meet, of course, and she would always be grateful for what the Virangishwoman had done for her, alongside Ayla and the others, but it was mostly the business of stopping a Zarina-dragon from rampaging about the city when transformed that brought them together these days. 

It all added up to an inescapable feeling that this was her swansong with these people. She moved about a different sphere now, different circles. "Well, enough about me. Ipte knows all people have been doing is congratulating us on the marriage since we've arrived."

Yalen, tossing back another drink, nodded wearily. 

"Stop drinking so much, you. I'm not giving you a ride home again, you know." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Anyhow, should I be throwing my bouquet straight to you after the whole thing?" She smirked, eyes catching a glimpse of Miret int he distance. She arched a brow suggestively.

Zarina furrowed her eyebrows at the comment made by Jocasta. It took her a few seconds to connect the dots, and it took her following Jocasta's gaze to realize. When her eyes inevitably met Miret's, she quickly turned back like a pre-teen on a first crush. [color=#E5E4E2]“I've noooo idea what you're talking about.”[/color] there was a perfect mixture of both over-the-top humor and a genuine attempt at denial. There was no hiding from Jocasta, but then again Zarina was one to kid herself more often than naught. [color=#E5E4E2]“Just just a good friend.”[/color] she canted her head to the side. [color=#E5E4E2]“A very tactile, cuddly and flirty friend.”[/color] her voice degraded quickly into a whisper.

She shook her head. [color=#E5E4E2]“I don't think those Tarlon-types believe in these ceremonies anyway. Even with their more open minds with ...”[/color] she pursed her lips, just realizing what she was about to say. This wasn't something she was ready to accent despite everything. It still wasn't entirely right. And so, reality easily settled in. [color=#E5E4E2]“You know how it is with them. It's ... I'm not fooling myself.”[/color]

Jocasta smiled in understanding. "Well, come what may, enjoy the ride, whether it lasts another hundred days or hundred years, right?" 

Yalen grimaced. "Darling," he cut in, "since when have you been this sentimental?"

"Since you, ya big  teddy bear!" Jocasta twisted about on the spot. "Oh, you have to bring her here, you know!" she told Zarina, "Or I shall go find her myself!"

Zarina took a heart chug of her wine. [color=#E5E4E2]“Right. That's one way to see it.”[/color] she said, lukewarm about the notion, but she flashed her friends a reassuring smile afterwards. She was, overall, happy and they could see it. [color=#E5E4E2]“Looking handsome, by the way, Yalen.”[/color] she flashed him a cheeky wink.

Then, she lowed her head and tapped her forehead to the edge of her glass. [color=#E5E4E2]“For Eshi's sake, Jo ...”[/color] she mumbled, cheeks reddened. [color=#E5E4E2]“Okay, y'know what? Sure. I want my friends to be friends too.”[/color] she uttered with total cope and her features stressed to the point of being quite red. Twisting as well, she called out. [color=#E5E4E2]“Luuchy! Hey!”[/color] she gestured for the Yasoi to come. [color=#E5E4E2]“I wanna introduce ya'. Tyrel too, if she wants!”[/color]

"They all say that now that I'm about to be married," the little blonde man sighed, and his significant other's mouth fell agape in mock horror. "Oh, you little bastard!" she chided. 

Then, Zarina was calling the others over. Miret made her way there. "You call me that one more time, I'll..." She trailed off. "Oh, is this your zeno friend? The one who swatted the fly?" she exclaimed suddenly.

[color=#E5E4E2]“Or you'll what? Hmm?”[/color] and suddenly, Zarina felt her hostess ease return. Her shoulder brushed up against Miret's shoulder, and the glimpses she shot at the Yasoi said it all about the level of passion she felt for the girl. [color=#E5E4E2]“Luuchy.”[/color] she said, provocatively.

[color=#E5E4E2]“Tan-Zeno. But, yes, this is Jocasta. My Sensei and good friend.”[/color] she gestured toward the first blonde. [color=#E5E4E2]“And Yalen, her fiancé and a close friend too.”[/color] then, she reached for Miret's shoulder. [color=#E5E4E2]“And this, my friends, is the biggest Luuchy in the world. Also known as Miret'thilan'dichora.”[/color]

"Sensei!" Miret snorted. "So you're Nikanese now?" She punched Zarina in the shoulder.

"Oh, it was my awful idea. I'd just read a whole bunch of Nikanese things around the time."

Nonetheless, they shook hands and seemed to have taken to each other. Yalen was introduced as well. "You know," said Jocasta after a couple more minutes of smalltalk, "we should um... do something sometime, the whole gang, like we used to. Maybe next Victendes assuming this place doesn't tear itself apart before then, huh?"

Jocasta, in agreement, let her go with a fond farewell. "See," Yalen's voice could be heard saying, "I told you this was a good idea."[/hider]

[hider=Meeting with Marz]
Marz slowly made his way over to Zarina, he was in some more formal attire, well, what is known to be formal for hegelans. A large shirt of multiple layers of vibrant and gorgeous colors, each layer of different fabrics to give a form of depth and from his own occupations, a had a large leather belt which had multiple golden inlaid rings which each one denoted a form of mastery over a craft. For Marz, he had been recognized as AA quality in over 10 different skills of craft, with a center platinum ring with a ruby inset which denoted his recognition in the creation of his first great work. One that could denote his legacy, a master work

The moment Marz made his way to Zarina he said in a quiet almost sheepish voice, [color=#933A16]"Great party"[/color]. Marz couldn't find much else to say, most others here seemed almost so consumed in their own existance and those they are speaking to he feels nothing he could say or do would even register with them.

Zarina had Fiske in her sights, tucked deep within the mass of people she had graciously let in her home. Her amber hues did not leave his lithe form, with Miret in tow if she decided to keep up with her luush'elar. There was, however, a voice so small and sheepish, that it somehow got her attention more than the ceaseless laughters and obnoxiously loud exchanges. Surely she had hallucinated this!

And yet there he was, Marz the gruff and hardened expert smith and supposed ruffian. Looking fabulous and also shy. Taken aback, Zarina had lost track of the rat in her home, and now she had a new object of intrigue. [color=#E5E4E2]“Oh. Why, thank you!”[/color] chiped a jolly Zazzy, confident in keeping her hostess persona going despite her mild worries. [color=#E5E4E2]“Glad you could make it. I was getting worried we brought the beer keg for nothing.”[/color] she remarked with mild snark, arms crossed and a fat grin on her face. [color=#E5E4E2]“Or, maybe just maybe,”[/color] complicit and certainly devious, she bended over a little to approach the bearded man's height with a smirk. [color=#E5E4E2]“You actually have a soft spot for the more refined and delicate delights, hmm?”[/color]

Miret came up from behind and leaned upon Zarina's shoulder. "Hey Marz," she said with a smile. It was an innocent enough greeting on the surface.

Marz was mostly sheepish, just listening, for a moment it seemed he at least found some ground, possibly to even find something to talk about...

[color=#933A16]"Ahh-"[/color] Marz was then taken aback when Zarina started to poke at him. His teeth gritted as he looked to her with a flustered face, [color=#933A16]"-are you calling me soft!"[/color]

Marz was flustered by such accusations, the poutiness that is worn on his face told of Marz' true age. That he too was just a young man, even with his rougher demenor and gruff self, he too was just like those around him, in the peak of his youth.

[color=#E5E4E2]“Yes.”[/color] Zarina said without a moment's hesitation. [color=#E5E4E2]“Soft and silky from what I see, Dami's damn beard!”[/color] her eyes focused on the beard in question, so well kept and matching Ayla's incredible mane. [color=#E5E4E2]“I can see why so many googly-eyed ladies walk into your workshop.”[/color] she snickered, back straightened as she regained her regular height. [color=#E5E4E2]“But soft doesn't mean weak. You can be a mighty, black dragon with flames that devour all for centuries, and still have the softest of underbellies.”[/color] she commented as she swiped a couple of wine glasses from Osman's tray with one offered to the Hegelan. [color=#E5E4E2]“To good health, women, and soft, lovely bellies, yeah?”[/color]

With the jolly moment, Zarina didn't stop with just pointless small talk. There was a rare genius crafter in her gala, and they hardly had the chance to exchange. Perhaps diving into his preferred subjects would be of intrigue. [color=#E5E4E2]“Beards aside, I also heard you make quite the tale-worthy scythe. Am I to believe I'm talking to a legend in the making akin the stories of Tagemitsu Kenshin?”[/color]

Miret leaned in and nodded. "When the war happens, what side are ya gonna join?" she asked Marz. "You know they'll both make you offers."

Marz was taken aback once more Zarina seemed to almost speak in such a way to complement and still make fun of him at the same time, much like the many Skalds he had worked with on projects before.

And even when the drinks were brought all he could do was raise it and say, [color=#933A16]"Ah...Aye, to soft erm bellies"[/color]. Marz then took a drink as soon he was asked about his work.

A gleam lot up in Marz eye as he said, [color=#933A16]"Aye! She was a beauty, a gorgeous scythe which held was a craft I could say was one of my best to date. But in my opinion, it is going to be the worst of my legacy"[/color]. Marz said with a laugh.

Marz then turned to Miret, a topic which he didn't think much about, [color=#933A16]"I, ah, I'm unsure. I haven'thad much thoughts on such ideas. As strange as it maybe"[/color].

Marz gets lost in thought as he swirls the wine in his glass as he speaks, [color=#933A16]"A smith makes arms, tools that people use to fight. Simple as is, they arm those to kill others. But I never thoight about which side to choose. My time within thi land has been short, and truthfully I'm unsure where some of the people I even know will go. The strange nature of this lands and it's dealings with each other makes it seem almost impossible for me to even know where they will even go"[/color].

Zarina shot a look of disapproval at Miret. [color=#E5E4E2]“Miret,”[/color] she spoke while foregoing the compulsory Luuchy. [color=#E5E4E2]“I don't think we should be discussing camps to choose in a time where we get to not have to do any of that.”[/color] she semi-scolded her luush'elar, only to then convey a contradictory message by tugging her closer by wrapping her arm around the Yasoi's waist.

[color=#E5E4E2]“You don't have to think about that, Marz. It's fine.”[/color] she flashed a less playful smile at the Hegelan. [color=#E5E4E2]“And, don't worry too much about how good the first one is - I assume it's your first big weapon project anyway. It has a special place as, well,”[/color] she looked to Miret, as if addressing her too. [color=#E5E4E2]“your first. In some way, even if totally inexplicable, it'll be unbeatable.”[/color]

Marz gave a light nod, [color=#933A16]"Aye"[/color], clear thought that this was not place to think sides of what is to break this hall apart. Just more simpler talks.

Marz casted his gaze back to the girls, [color=#933A16]"Aye, the first, even if the worst, is where it all starts"[/color].

[color=#933A16]"No matter where she goes or what hands she lands into, no matter what else I make, what I know is that she was where it all started"[/color]. An unworried face sat upon Marz as he then perked up.

[color=#933A16]"Oh! I did wish to come to you as well, I've noticed that you don't wield a weapon. Is there a reason?"[/color]

Miret blushed. "Come 'ere, you. I get the double meaning!" She twisted to face Marz. "Sorry, bud. Didn't mean to bring it up but, like... shucks, everyone's thinking about it." She held up a hand. "I'll stop, luuchy. Don't worry. I will."

Then, Marz addressed Zarina and Miret leapt back. "Ooooh, He's gonna make one for ya!" she teased. "He's gonna do it! He's gonna doggone do it!"

Zarina to keep a stern face toward Miret - not a very good one, she wore her emotions far too easily - but eventually giggled and dropped her forehead onto Miret's shoulder. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'm Luuchy too, now? Darn it.”[/color] and with that came a very quick and inconspicuous smooch on that same shoulder. [color=#E5E4E2]“I trust you.”[/color]

She straightened herself, yet again, and brush her straight, brown hair back over her hairs after all that leaning and moving. [color=#E5E4E2]“Ah, you've noticed, huh? Well,”[/color] she passed her hand through her hair again, letting the strands flow between her fingers as she pondered. [color=#E5E4E2]“If we discount the times where opportunities were snatched under my nose ... I suppose it never was my priority to, like,”[/color] Zarina was never good with words, and keeping things agreeable with others - to not offend them - sometimes made it a hurdle for her. [color=#E5E4E2]“make weapons to harm people. Hence why I have a shield.”[/color] she shrugged.

But then, after a somewhat glum look; she continued. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'm not some cushy idealist, however. I know I need one. But at that point, I'd only settle for something that could contend with the worst horrors of this world. I've no interest in more efficient ways to butcher fellow men by the hundreds.”[/color] Zarina smirked, as her golden hippo poked its head out of her handbag. [color=#E5E4E2]“Now if you're offering to make such a thing ...”[/color]

Marz nodded as he listened to Zarina, taking in her thoughts, ideas, and even feelings. Marz listened with great interest as he finally said, [color=#933A16]"Yes, I am offering to make you a weapon"[/color].

Marz nodded his head as he began to think, [color=#933A16]"No cushy ideals, yet in the same, less than pragmatic. Something to fight the worst of things"[/color].

Marz put his hand to his chin as he seemed to go deeper in thought, [color=#933A16]"Yet, not anything normal, weapons that are normally just to kill in the normal sense. This needs to be different, yet efficent"[/color].

Marz nodded to himself as he continued, [color=#933A16]"One for battle, not for war."[/color].

Marz then smiled to himself as he continued, [color=#933A16]"Yes. Yes, I think this is a good one. A real challenge in it's own right"[/color].

Marz looked to Zarina and declaired, [color=#933A16]"Yes. I will make you a weapon like no other. A weapon, that shall do what you wish it to and need of it. To fight what needs to be fought, to spill blood when blood needs to be spilled, and nowhere else"[/color].

Zarina started off deadpan, letting the Hegelan dive deep into his musings. But as it went on, she couldn't help but appear amused. [color=#E5E4E2]“My, keep this up and I'll have to pay an hourly fee.”[/color] she chuckled, hand squeezing Miret's side. The tip of her tongue tapped against the back of her teeth, prompting a little popping noise. [color=#E5E4E2]“Don't lose your mind over the details. I am a person who can choose. Any sword can be brandished or left in the sheath and that will determine whether I will kill with it or not.”[/color]

But then, she thought for a moment, and then giggled. [color=#E5E4E2]“But then again, if you wish to make something extraordinary, who am I to give leeway and shortcuts?”[/color] she reached out to the shorter man, digits keen on dragging through the puffed up and glorious chin-mane of his. [color=#E5E4E2]“So long as you swear it is made with the genuine passion of the next great creator, then I will humbly accept it regardless of its form.”[/color] 

A moment passed and she shook her head, snickering in light shame. [color=#E5E4E2]“Gods, I sound so over-the-top. But, fuck it, I'm a bitch for epic things. You'll get to see a big, fucking angry dragon with your masterpiece. And Tku will draw it.”[/color] she jested, partially, before leaning closer again, fingers since retreated back. [color=#E5E4E2]“I appreciate the thoughtfulness. Tuna?”[/color] she had a near-perfect timing with the swiping of the dish being carried by Osman who had just bee passing by. It was presented right before the Hegelan.

Marz nodded, his eyes were calm, he didn't react or even flinch to the touching, the once meek man hiding away in his own clothing was no more. Marz stood as he always did, tall and strong, as he nodded, [color=#933A16]"Aye. I make nothing without putting my everything into it. If I didn't then I wouldn't be Marz Mohfolk"[/color].

Marz let out a light laugh, one after being told of the great picture he would see with Zarina holding his weapon, [color=#933A16]"I think I would love nothing more than to see my weapon held in such a display"[/color].

Marz was then almost seemingly cut down a slight bit with Zarina switch back to a host and offering him some morsel to eat, [color=#933A16]"Oh, uhm, y-yes, I would like some, uh-th...thank you."[/color].

Zarina produced a mild, 'cool' grin with her eyes half-lidded once Marz reverted back to what appeared like a shier demeanour. [color=#E5E4E2]“As the Perrench say: Bon Appétit.”[/color] she bowed her head graciously. 

Then her attention went to the rest of the party. Most were receiving their main meals that they could either get delivered, or take from the buffet. [color=#E5E4E2]“You know,”[/color] she spoke up again, despite her words and actions suggestion a finality to their exchange. [color=#E5E4E2]“we speak of sides but ... Why not simply create for the good folks here? We might fight for our country, but would we brandish our weapons against each other, as individuals, when we bear the same mark of Marz Mohfolk on our weapons?”[/color] she mused. [color=#E5E4E2]“Your creations do not just have to be weapons of war, they could also unite us - a generation that can do better.”[/color]

The hostess' eyes landed upon Desmond, first. [color=#E5E4E2]“This man, for instance, one of the greatest warriors I've known. Great guy too. He can make his own weapons, that I'm certain, but I'm sure even a gunman would need a quality hand-to-hand weapon from time to time.”[/color] then, she shifted toward Ingrid. [color=#E5E4E2]“And here's a girl that rustles the hornet's nest, and earns quite a bit of ire from her impulsion. But ultimately, Ingy's a good woman. She too could be magnificent and bring greatness with such a masterpiece.”[/color] then, finally, her eyes landed back onto Marz. [color=#E5E4E2]“What I'm essentially saying is - don't stop with me. We can continue what this soirée started well beyond its time, even in the worst times of war.”[/color] she smiled, warmly, and looked to her Luuchy. [color=#E5E4E2]“Hells, even this little Luuchy could use something to remind her of her favourite Yanii.”[/color]

Marz began to nod as he listened and thought, upon what was being said, [color=#933A16]"A generation that can do better"[/color].

Marz continued to think as a smile came onto his face, [color=#933A16]"That, sounds like a true craft. Crafting not just with a set of hands that are my own, but through bonds...yeah"[/color].

Marz nodded to Zarina, [color=#933A16]"Aye, I like the sound of it. Something that can be seen by all, not just those who are the receiver of it"[/color].

Marz continues to nod, his smile growing as his mind begins to be filled with ideas now in his own mind.[/hider]

[hider=The Beginning of the End]
The Hours of Dami ticked over into Ipté: a time when most not engaged in either acts of love or acts unlawful were fast asleep. The hired musicians had since gone home, but there were a handful among the remaining wakeful students who were well-acquainted with music. These remnants and their friends danced slowly, sat around tables in semi-drunken discussion, and helped those who'd had a bit too much to drink settle themselves in for the night. Others staggered home under their own power, careful to go through the Parade Gate and not risk the Seagate and its desperate masses of refugees. 

Soft, slow music wafted into the night, accompanied by the odd burst of laughter, the clatter of glasses and plates being gathered up, and the distant backdrop of frogs and crickets in the Border Wood. It all seemed to be winding down: the students' own perfect ending to an imperfect Trials, initiated and carried out by themselves without any help from those older and putatively wiser. 

Into this scene of burgeoning serenity grew a new noise, however, threatening its tentative existence: armoured footsteps, marching in file; the orange flicker of torches in the night. Most didn't notice these. They were either busy, lazy, or drunk. Then, came the knocking on the door: three beats, firm and authoritative. Two Centuries stood outside of the door, accompanied by a hooded figure who appeared to be a Zeno and four city guards. 

They waited.

Ten seconds had passed. They knocked again, just as firmly.

The Soirée's peaks had been reached after Magnificent Green's display of talent and exaggerated sense of triumph. The guests loved him and the hostess appeared to be in on the joke. Or was it truly an act of improvisation? It almost seemed too good. Zarina had since hopped off the stage, leaving those that wished to play to do so as the late hours settled in quickly.

Many of the animals had since retired in her room - forbidden to all guests - as did many other guests, either finding their ways home or using one of the hostess' unused rooms to 'settle down'. She knew this was inevitable and took it upon herself to stay awake until the party was definitively finished. 

The urge to dance was still strong. She knew, despite the avoidance of the subject, that she would not see her lover too often after this. Nor would Miret ever be her's the same way she's been in this honeymoon phase. But maybe she could still bask in the illusion of being special for a little longer. The wine she ingested in very frequent intervals were telling her yes. But just before she could commit to any decision, a set of three loud knocks from the closed entrance door caught her attention.

Uncertain of what to expect given the hours and the lack of noise, she approached at a brisk pace but cautiously extended her hand to open it. It was during this hesitation that the knocks started again, prompting Zarina to jump. [color=#E5E4E2]“Coming, coming.”[/color] she announced. 

Deep breaths. She opened the door and regarded the gathering of seven individuals. Surprised but composed, she shot them an expectant look. [color=#E5E4E2]“Good eve- Errr, hello.”[/color] she spoke, calm with her attention on the conspicuously distinct zeno. [color=#E5E4E2]“Can I help you?”[/color]

[color=darkmagenta]"Zarina."[/color] the Zeno flipped back her hood. She was Sienna Afraval and she appeared nothing if not apologetic. She tried to force a smile, happy to see a favourite student, but it died quickly. [color=darkmagenta]"I've been sent on authority of the Wise Council."[/color] The two Centuries were recognizable as well. Mareceline padded up softly behind Zarina. [color=598527]"Jurgen?"[/color] she asked tentatively. The other was Collette. She received a stiff nod from the first.

[color=darkmagenta]"Don't worry. You're not in any trouble, for what it's worth,"[/color] Zeno Afraval assured them with a sad shake of her head. [color=darkmagenta]"We're here to escort one of your guests to the Violet Enclave for questioning on yesterday's.... incident."[/color] She appeared distinctly uncomfortable, even as her eyes roved across the inside of the house with a light of curiosity and even amusement. [color=darkmagenta]"I don't - I've been [i]told[/i] it shouldn't take long."[/color] She shook her head. Collette, as well, could be seen glancing inside. Whatever wry comment she might normally have made was held in, however. [color=darkmagenta]"It's all..."[/color] Her eyes darted towards the floor, avoiding Zarina's. [color=darkmagenta]"All procedural."[/color]

It was abundantly clear that the people they had sent were handpicked for the task. Zarina crossed her arms the moment she realized what this was about and kept her frame in the center of the door frame, only leaning slightly to the side when Marceline joined in. [color=#E5E4E2]“Lady Afraval,”[/color] she began, still calm but her voice stammering just a little bit. The tactics used were effective, even when the subject was aware of them. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'm sorry but why at this hour? They're either sleeping or having a good, quiet time. If they're even still here.”[/color] although it only occurred to her now that something was missing. She kept her voice down. [color=#E5E4E2]“Who are we talking about?”[/color]

Sienna's eyes went to Collette's briefly, and then to Jurgen's. [color=darkmagenta]"It's Penny, Zarina - Penny Pellerin."[/color] 

[color=598527]"And why now?"[/color] Marci challenged. [color=598527]"Why after she's already been released? Why in the middle of the night?"[/color] She repeated Zarina's unanswered question.

[color=darkmagenta]"So we could get her quickly and quietly into custody and back out of it for classes tomorrow,"[/color] the Zeno offered. [color=darkmagenta]"We assumed she'd be at her place and were surprised to find she'd gone here."[/color] Jurgen shot her an unreadable look. [color=darkmagenta]"Listen, Zazzy, I had my misgivings about this, but it's what I was told and, whatever's happened recently, I trust them enough to believe they wouldn't outright lie."[/color] She paused and gathered her breath. [color=darkmagenta]"May we enter and speak with her?"[/color] While it did not come from Sienna, there [i]was[/i] a subtle, cautionary, drawing of energy from the party outside.

Zarina made it clear by the growing frown on her face that she didn't like any of this. She chewed at nothing to pacify herself, but the fact that so many [i]powerful[/i] individuals were at her door quickly put her on edge. [color=#E5E4E2]“You do know it's a bit weird they send [i]you[/i], Ms. Afraval, to get a Perrench suspect. Arch Zeno Tojarra already made the situation very awkward.”[/color]

However, Zarina's maintained composure was challenged when the faintest hint of active drawing caught her attention. She shot a warning glare at the concerned parties, although she couldn't quite tell those who were concerned. [color=#E5E4E2]“You may. But only you.”[/color] her attention remained on the martial flock behind the Zeno. [color=#E5E4E2]“I presume she isn't being arrested? If so, nobody else's stepping in unless she [i]wants[/i] to go with you.”[/color]

[color=39b54a]"What she [i]wants[/i] doesn't matter in this,"[/color] Jurgen warned, though it was distinctly not a threat. [color=39b54a]"The school has declared this a 'disciplinary matter'."[/color] Collette shot him a pointed look and he fell silent, eyes briefly finding his younger sister. [color=598527]"I shall wait with our visitors at the door,"[/color] Marceline promised, preempting any rejection of Zarina's terms.

Sienna offered up an apologetic face. [color=darkmagenta]"Thank you,"[/color] she replied once the others were quite finished. [color=darkmagenta]"I [i]do[/i] realize how this looks and they have assured me this is not an arrest, else I'd not have agreed to come."[/color] With those words, she stepped past the threshold. A couple of the guards - the Zenith's Guards - Zarina and Marceline noted, scowled, but they were the minnows here and they did not press.

Zarina forced herself to not reply with appropriate sass to Marci's brother. Still, she did add something. [color=#E5E4E2]“My home is outside of the city's walls. Disciplinary measures or not, you'll need more to compel me to relent.”[/color] she then nodded to Marci before showing Sienna in. 

[color=#E5E4E2]“She was definitely here, and I didn't see her leave.”[/color] Zarina informed her previously appointed zeno, voice lowered to something more discreet. [color=#E5E4E2]“If I were to make an educated guess ...”[/color] the teen's intuition would bring them to the upper floor, and eventually to the trap door that led to the attic. [color=#E5E4E2]“Fair warning, the boyfriend's here. Good guy, but different.”[/color] before they progressed any further, she reached for Afraval's forearm to get her attention. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'm trusting you, teach. I really don't want this night to end up in violence, pain and division. It's been so ... I almost wanna say perfect.”[/color]

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Ayla was occupied with still tidying up for the evening, especially as people seemed to have confused plant pots for disposal areas, namely leftovers of that muffin. Her interest perked at the commotion as she moved toward the door to investigate, finding Zarina and Marci in talks with whoever was there. When she spotted Zeno Afraval, she was about to smile and welcome her cousin warmly, though when she noticed the facial expression being held, she quickly picked up that this is more than a social call. [colour=009fff]“Is there anything we can do to help?”[/colour] She approached with an eyebrow raised as she communicated silently towards Zarina and Sienna but relented as they moved on elsewhere in the house. She turned to look toward Collette and Jurgen, [colour=009fff]“Would you like bread and salt? We have plenty left over.”[/colour] She indicated toward far more appealing food items than simple provisions in her statement.

Marceline did a double take at Zarina's response. Had [i]she[/i] misinterpreted Jurgen's words or had the older girl? To her mind, that had not been a threat but, rather, a warning of the school's intentions and his barely-suppressed misgivings about them. For a moment, she second-guessed herself, and that was enough that it passed. Jurgen all-but rolled his eyes and returned to being stoic and professional.

Then, his eyes found Ayla, even before she'd reached the door. He smiled in her direction as she spoke. [color=39b54a]"I would very much welcome your hospitality,"[/color] he replied gratefully, stepping through the threshold, even as Collette shot him a warning look. "I  thought this was Zarina's home," she replied to Ayla. "Is it... not?"

Zarina, meanwhile, had spoken her entreaty and Sienna furrowed her brow. [color=darkmagenta]"I can't promise anything,"[/color] she replied quickly and quietly, [color=darkmagenta]"except that I will do everything in my power to ensure it doesn't escalate and that I will hold my higher ups to their word."[/color] The stairs creaked as they walked. [color=darkmagenta]"You're doing Ipté's work, Zarina. I'm so sorry to have thrown a wet blanket on it."[/color]

Then, they were at the top of the stairs. There was a hallway leading to three rooms and the privy. The trapdoor to the attic was not so very far away.

Ayla paused for a moment as it seemed she had stumbled into an awkward situation, though she is unclear why there are hostilities, and even if there were, it would be best to make things as cooperative as possible if it involved the Academy and the Centuries. [colour=009fff]“Zarina does own the house, though we pay rent to live here,”[/colour] she shot a look toward Marci as if to say ‘what gives?’ As she shook her head side-to-side. Peering at the weather, she looked bemused. [colour=009fff]“My apologies, then you must wait by the entrance as you enter. It would be improper to have two centuries waiting outside in this weather, and we must extend our hospitality to you.”[/colour] She moved to pick up a chair as she brought it over by the entrance and fetched another. She encouraged Marci to bring some food and drink, while she did likewise, offering some delicacies. [colour=009fff]“What would you both prefer, meat? Scotch Eggs? Macarons…”[/colour] She looked at the basket still sat at the table, [colour=009fff]“Best to avoid those muffins, though.”[/colour] She moved the basket out of the way discreetly.

he guards waited outside, having not been invited in, while their nominal superiors stepped through. [color=598527]"Ah, yes, the erm... 'muffins',"[/color] Marceline acknowledged, still trying to get the last remnants of their taste out of her mouth. [color=598527]"Do not be so adventurous, Jurgen."[/color] She shook her head. [color=598527]"And neither you, my lady. I shall fetch the finest of cuisines for my dear brother and his friend."[/color] Marceline twirled on the spot and rushed off to fetch what was left, returning with Zenobucks coffee, scotch eggs, macaroons, and 'pigs in a blanket' from McBoller's. In the meantime, Jurgen looked at the basket and smirked as if to say, 'should I?'

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Zarina clenched her jaw. [color=#E5E4E2]“If she refuses, what happens then?”[/color] she inquired, showing glimpses of her naiveté to a teacher who knew her all too well. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'll side with my guest and friend, Sienna.”[/color] they were nearing the end of the hallway with the trapdoor's cord hanging conspicuously before a large cat tree. [color=#E5E4E2]“Nobody should hear us.”[/color] she said just as she conjured a quick and cramped sonic bubble. [color=#E5E4E2]“What are they going to do to her? Is it just some interrogation?”[/color]

Sienna shrugged, eyes darting about as the bubble dropped. [color=darkmagenta]"Far as they've told me, it's just some questioning. They're all at a loss for where that attack came from and that, in itself, is pretty worrying."[/color] She shook her head. [color=darkmagenta]"Then, I imagine they'll give her a slap on the wrist and send her on her way."[/color] She eemed about to let up, but her face darkened. [color=darkmagenta]"There's... a chance they'll do more. I don't know if you've heard, but there's been vandalism on the statues of the Zenith and Arch-Zeno Tojarra."[/color] She bit her lower lip. [color=darkmagenta]"The wise thing to do is to let Penny go and I firmly believe that wisdom will prevail here. Still..."[/color] She  let herself fall silent for a moment. [color=darkmagenta]"That doesn't [i]always[/i] hold true these days."[/color]

Then, they could hear footsteps from below - awkward and distinct ones, coming up the stairs.

[color=#E5E4E2]“So they've got nothing. That doesn't look too good.”[/color] remarked Zarina. She reached out for the cord, but was interrupted by a notion that brought her to think. [color=#E5E4E2]“And no, I didn't hear. Fuck.”[/color] she took a deep breath before looking at the cord again. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'm trusting you, Sienna. Same way you trusted me after ... Last year, despite the mess I caused.”[/color]

[color=#E5E4E2]“Hmm.”[/color] footsteps were drawing near just as she prepared to open the hatch again and the hostess couldn't help but recognize how distinct they were. She raised her hand for Sienna to stop any ascent or if she wanted to speak. [color=#E5E4E2]“Wait, someone's coming.”[/color]

[color=darkmagenta]"Not just anyone,"[/color] the Zeno whispered, popping the sonic bubble as she finished. [color=darkmagenta]"That's her."[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Babe?"[/color] came Penny's voice, traveling up the stairs. It ran into the remnants of their sound dampening and didn't travel particularly far. Then, there was a pause and her head appeared in the stairwell. [color=darkmagenta]"Oh, Zarina!"[/color] she exclaimed, before noticing who was accompanying her. [color=darkmagenta]"And Zeno Afraval."[/color] She quickly bowed her head in respect. [color=darkmagenta]"You grace us with your presence."[/color] Her eyes found Zarina, though, and seemed to send a quick and alarmed message: 'What is going on? Am I in trouble? Is there any getting out of it?'

Despite the warnings, Penny's arrival caught Zarina off guard. Unsure of how this would go down, she greeted the Perrench with a look of uncertainty that could only feel the worry Penny inevitably manifested. She gestured for her to come closer before looking over shoulders. 

[color=#E5E4E2]“Zeno Afraval, a couple of Century and some city guards are here for you -”[/color] she peered toward Sienna briefly. [color=#E5E4E2]“for questioning. It's your choice if you wanna do any of that.”[/color] she crossed her arms and set herself in a good spot to step between the two if something ever went wrong. [color=#E5E4E2]“If you don't want to go, they can't compel me to give you away, for what it's worth.”[/color]  she shot a confident smile to Penny, one identical to the one she kept during the whole Soirée as she basked in the unity she had created. [color=#E5E4E2]“But, I think you should hear what Sienna has to say.”[/color]

Before Penny could speak, Sienna Afraval raised a hand. [color=darkmagenta]"I should stop you right there."[/color] She tried to address both Zarina and Penny. [color=darkmagenta]"Technically, by the letter of the law, I [i]can[/i] legally compel her to the Violet Enclave because of the ridiculous charge leveled against her."[/color] The Zeno shook her head immediately. [color=darkmagenta]"Now, you can rest assured that I never would. Not for a moment would I force you to do anything against your will."[/color] Her gaze took them both in. [color=darkmagenta]"That said, I think you should come with me, Penny, and you will almost certainly be either acquitted without a big showy public trial that they don't want or else given the lightest slap on the wrist imaginable and dumped right back in class for tomorrow."[/color]

Penelope's face tightened. [color=f7976a]"And the people actually responsible for this mess,"[/color] she inquired in a voice that walked the line between wary and too-sweet. [color=f7976a]"Have they been caught?"[/color] She tilted her head. [color=f7976a]"Found?"[/color] She continued. [color=f7976a]"Are there any leads at all?"[/color] 

Sienna's face looked pained. [color=darkmagenta]"Penny..."[/color] she sighed.

[color=f7976a]"Zeno Afraval,"[/color] the girl replied.

[color=darkmagenta]"Penny, please don't. I know they've treated you badly. Its'... quite frankly abhorrent, and you've every right to be angry and distrustful, but I'm trying to set it right. Others like Zenos Masson and Silvestri, Fabio, Luna, and Sunny: we're all trying to set it right. This is the best compromise we can get. They know their situation isn't amazing, but - "[/color]

[color=f7976a]"But a cornered animal lashes out,"[/color] the Perrenchwoman interrupted. She narrowed her eyes. [color=f7976a]"And wouldn't I be a great person to hold ransom in a pinch?"[/color]

[color=darkmagenta]"They'd be digging their own graves if they tried."[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Oh, they won't do it formally,"[/color] Penny decided. [color=f7976a]"No, they'll have some justification, but anyone with half a brain for politics will be able to see the truth."[/color]

[color=darkmagenta]"The [i]truth[/i]?"[/color] Zeno Afraval replied. She shook her head, and quite aggressively. [color=darkmagenta]"The truth is that statues of Arch-Zeno Tojarra and Zenith Upta have been vandalized by Perrench and Perrench-aligned students, but the news hasn't traveled yet."[/color] She took a deep breath, trying to reel them both in with her eyes again. [color=darkmagenta]"But it will and they may feel compelled to act and then the scenario you mention becomes a possibility."[/color] She held up a hand to forestall further comment until she was finished. [color=darkmagenta]"A remote one, I firmly believe, but still a possibility. We go now, however, and this can all blow over."[/color] She cleared her throat. [color=f7976a]"They give you the punishment of penning a letter on the danger of aberrations or something stupid like that, everyone sees that they've let you go as they should've in the first place, they find some Revidian or Torragonese to slap with the same penalty, and then we go back to... well, hopefully not all hating each other."[/color] Her voice was almost desperate, almost pleading. [color=darkmagenta]"Please, Penny,"[/color] she entreated. [color=darkmagenta]"You're a good person. You always have been, and I'm sorry this has happened. It's unjust and even cruel, but I'm asking you to help me here. You can help me put an end to the worst of it, but our time is short. We have to act now while cooler heads may yet prevail."[/color]

Penny's face and bearing burned with anxiety. Her eyes flicked Zarina's way before returning to the Zeno. She swallowed. [color=f7976a]"And if they don't?"[/color] she asked simply. 

Zarina looked back at Penny with equal amounts of concern, but she forced herself to regain her composure. With confidence, she spoke. [color=#E5E4E2]“Then we'll push back against the school. Us, the students.”[/color] she stated without blinking or a hint of hesitation. [color=#E5E4E2]“It's not a threat, this is how it's gonna be. And not just those of one side.”[/color] at first her eyes flickered to Penny, and then they reached Afraval's. [color=#E5E4E2]“And all those who'd stand against corruption, not just the students.”[/color]

The hostess of the abode and festivities reached out to Penny's hand in a show of solidarity. [color=#E5E4E2]“Just know, no matter your choice, [i]I[/i] stand with my friend. As I'm sure Ashon would too.”[/color] a grin that radiated youthful and reckless confidence reigned on her expression, one that sent the message: 'I meant it, they can't make me, legal or not.'

[color=#E5E4E2]“But I trust Sienna. Of all the staff ... I trust her the most, along with Jo'. She didn't let me down at my very worst.”[/color] she turned her head to regard the Torragonese royal with softened features. [color=#E5E4E2]“I don't think she'll let you down either.”[/color]

Penny nodded. She seemed ready to reach a conclusion, to go with this plan or not, but then she paused. [color=f7976a]"I hear what both of you are saying,"[/color] she acknowledged. [color=f7976a]"I understand it, even."[/color] She took a step to the side, however. [color=f7976a]"But it's not only about me,"[/color] she declared, running her hands tenderly across her midsection. [color=f7976a]"Not anymore."[/color] She smiled faintly and nervously. [color=f7976a]"I need to speak with Ashon. He must be part of a decision of this import."[/color] Eyes darting between the other two, Penny reached up for the rope to pull it.

As the attic opened, a Yasoi male flopped upside down before the trio of ladies that had gathered before them. He took a glance at each of them, then sagely nodded his head, [colour=FF3131]“It is true, whatever I have been accused of is correct.”[/colour] He released himself as he flipped onto the landing, his arms spread out in a welcoming manner. [colour=FF3131]“It was when I was a wee lad, about this high you see,”[/colour] he mimed the height that he was, [colour=FF3131]“There was Kerreman Knight, just like that one down there, moustache and all, and he held the village ransom as he demanded a shrubbery. As you know, a shrubbery is very important to us Yasoi…”[/colour] he could feel the eyes glaring towards him, as he cleared his throat, [colour=FF3131]“Well, long story short, the Grey fleet made me do it, and I am down a shrubbery.”[/colour] He shook his head in disappointment as he turned to Penny, [colour=FF3131]“I promised that I would use that shrubbery to feed you and our future family. I have failed you, my love.”[/colour]

He held his hands together as he presented them to the Zeno Afraval. [colour=FF3131]“Please don’t inform Zeno Tarthas’talix’tuura, the sting of his cane continues to plague me to this day.”[/colour] He gestured to the gathered crowd of guards outside the building, [colour=FF3131]“You didn’t have to bring all of them with you, though. I am pretty harmless. Only need a wink and a smile, though…”[/colour] He held his finger up as a warning, [colour=FF3131]“I am a very happily taken man, so I would have to politely refuse…”[/colour]

He looked toward the three of them, one after the other. [colour=FF3131]“This is only a copy; I was just buying the real me a good head start over that way,”[/colour] he thumbed towards a random direction, gesturing with a slowly repeated tug of his thumb.

His hands came to a stop. [colour=FF3131]"It is not me you want,"[/colour] He expressed a frown as he looked toward Penny, ceasing his little distraction he attempted to buy her time.

At first, Penny's heart raced when she saw Jamboi. Then... her eyes widened as he proceeded to make light of the situation. She laughed, despite herself and, finally, she understood. She took a couple of steps forward and reached for his hands. In the span of a minute, he had made her feel excitement, alarm, mirth, and fondness. That was, simply put, why she loved him. Nobody else could do that. 

[color=f7976a]"Jammy,"[/color] she said softly, [color=f7976a]"You're right that it's me. They only like my little hat, though, the one I never wear, and are desperate to have it. I've determined that it doesn't look much good on them anyhow."[/color] She reached up to stroke his face, a forearm crutch dangling from its cuff and sliding back down her arm. [color=f7976a]"Dare I say I might even have a chance to look for your shrubbery and all of the things quite a few of us have misplaced or had stolen. All I need to do is let them hold one old hat that I don't very much like and, the longer that they hold it, the more likely I think it is that others might have a chance to look as well."[/color] She willed it not to be too convoluted. She willed him to understand. She stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Ashon understood her words as he leaned in close and embraced her, planting a loving kiss on her lips. [colour=FF3131]"Penny, when the roof tile fell."[/colour] His eyes met hers, perhaps saying far more non-verbally as he held her within his arms. He released her, his hand caressed her stomach lightly as his fingers clawed upon it. [colour=FF3131]"No more Vossiriya, bad weather, worse food."[/colour]

Zarina watched them both with compounding interest. She first believed Jamboi to be making a fool of himself, or far too much light of the situation. But as it went on, and she acknowledged Penny's reactions to the Yasoi's drivel, she began to understand. Skepticism turned into intrigue, and that too eventually became mild envy. The chemistry these two shared was palpable and the love for one-another manifested in simple looks brought Zarina to reflect on things she wouldn't have on this pressing situation. To be this special to another person was something she had yet to know. Something she desperately wanted to know. She remained a romantic and a dreamer, even at the face of futility.

Her arms crossed under her chest as she sought to keep in any budding emotions during this heartfelt exchange. [color=#E5E4E2]“How long can they reasonably keep her without any proof or a confession?”[/color] she had twisted to address Afraval and made an effort to not disturb the two lovers.

Penny embraced him back, leaning into his warmth and strength. [color=f7976a]"No more Vossoriya,"[/color] she murmured into his chest. [color=f7976a]"I promise."[/color] She released him. He released her. [color=f7976a]"I've brought my own food anyhow."[/color] She smiled up at him.

Meanwhile, Zarina had addressed Sienna Afraval, and the Zeno did her best to answer a hypothetical for what seemed like the umpteenth time. [color=darkmagenta]"They'll want to get her in and out as quickly as they can,"[/color] she assured the youth, [color=darkmagenta]"unless the world goes crazy again."[/color] She shook her head. [color=darkmagenta]"In that case, honestly... all bets are off, I'd say. In that case, you act, and -"[/color] She lowered her voice. [color=darkmagenta]"I support you."[/color] 

With that, Penny was finished, and she turned on the spot, holding her hands out. [color=f7976a]"I suppose you'll need to cuff me,"[/color] she remarked, tilting her head to the side challengingly. 

Sienna looked her up and down. [color=darkmagenta]"No, Penny. That won't be necessary."[/color] 

[color=f7976a]"Never know,"[/color] the teen replied with a wink. [color=f7976a]"Girl with one leg might just run off on you."[/color] She let her hands fall to her sides and exchanged a small supportive look with Ashon. [color=f7976a]"Thank you, Jammy."[/color] She turned to Zarina. [color=f7976a]"Thank you, Zazzy."[/color] She took hold of her crutches again. [color=f7976a]"I'm ready, Zeno Afraval."[/color][/hider]

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What a night. The Soirée was, by all accounts, a success. Zarina was working with three hours of sleep following the event, but there wasn’t a single ounce of regret in her - well, almost. The fresh memories of unity and joy kept her going just before an act she had premeditated with her business partner that reminded her all too much of the state of the world. Freshened up, caffeinated and looking fabulously green like Perrench pastures to match the colours of Zeno Bucks, Zazzy was ready to tackle this arduous day.

She waited inside the main patio bordering the Godsroad. The yard was still a mess and the inside, while cleaned, still smelled of party and of the few guests that were too intoxicated to leave. A little bit of people - and consequently steeds - watching was what she needed to accompany her bambalouni with coffee as she waited for Marceline to be ready. 

[color=#E5E4E2]“Mornin’.”[/color] she chirped, upbeat and with a cup prepared for her sister.

Marceline slid into the seat across from her. [color=598527]"Mornin!"[/color] the girl chirped, raising her cup in acknowledgement and thanks. She seemed, already, quite awake, though there were bags under her eyes. She crossed her legs and took a sip. An easy silence built between them. [color=598527]"You know, I barely slept a wink,"[/color] the younger one admitted after a bit. [color=598527]"And it wasn't because of Penny either. I imagine she made the right choice and we'll all come out of it alright. 'Least... I hope so."[/color] Her voice grew solemn for a flicker before she covered the lower half of her face with her cup, taking a second sip. [color=598527]"Really, it was all that thumping and moaning last night,"[/color] she remarked, not letting her drink down just yet. [color=598527]"The Tarlonese, I imagine."[/color] She shot Zarina a dim look.

[color=#E5E4E2]“I zoned it after an hour. The thumping.”[/color] Zarina answered with a wry look returned to Marci. [color=#E5E4E2]“Probably.”[/color] with that one word went the positive energy she had been emanating since she had woken up. It wasn't a regret but an insecurity that gnawed at her. The older girl blew on her coffee and took her sip as her eyes drifted back to the diverse group of peoples heading to work in the city. 

[color=#E5E4E2]“Ayla's got the cleaning. We,”[/color] a second wind hit her with a strong 'we' coming with an even strongest announcement. [color=#E5E4E2]“have some acorns to hoard before the storm hits. And I've got a few [i]friends[/i] -”[/color] her tone fluctuated to emphasize the fair weather nature of the term. [color=#E5E4E2]“who can broker deals fast. Question is how many funds we can secure with the good will we've garnered with a year of good business.”[/color] the uncertainty prompted her to flex her facial features for a second before she took another sip from her now cooler coffee. [color=#E5E4E2]“And then there's the question of what happens if we've gotta take a leave of absence ...”[/color] 

Marceline leeched a bit of the heat from her drink and downed it. [color=598527]"Ugh,"[/color] she teased, [color=598527]"Imagine being a twitching coffee fiend."[/color] She rolled her eyes and placed her cup back on its saucer. [color=598527]"I've got a couple leads as well. One might require a brief trip across the bay into Méatu."[/color] She shrugged. [color=598527]"So I'll probably be 'sick' for a couple days. This semester's classes are all easy anyway. I'll see if Jojo can grab my assignments for me."[/color] 

Restless, perhaps, Marceline stood and stretched. [color=598527]"Come on, suunei, we have a crisis to go head off."[/color] She rolled her neck. [color=598527]"And if we have to take a leave of absence? Well, isn't that what twenty-five hour copies are for?"[/color] Marceline arched an eyebrow and winked. [color=598527]"Besides, there are two of us and, if worse comes to worst, I'll just make myself less valuable by playing crippled for a bit."[/color] She began walking towards the door. [color=598527]"Ip-damned warmongers. How many businesses."[/color] She paused. [color=598527]"And people are they gonna kill? Gods know they could never offer me enough to risk my neck for the fatherland [i]or[/i] bloody Sancho."[/color]

Zarina lazily ascended from her seat and mimicked Marceline's efforts to stretch, ending with an unrestrained yawn. [color=#E5E4E2]“That's a lot of twenty-five hour copies there, [i]suunei[/i]. I didn't know you were [i]that[/i] loaded.”[/color] she joked, mug still in hand as she finished up before leaving the porcelain item at the patio and stepped onto the Godsroad. [color=#E5E4E2]“It's more for me anyway, you'd want at least an assistant. I can't exactly pull a fast one on my country. Nor do I really want to.”[/color] 

They walked into the city, as cutting through the fields lacked the opportunities of buying foods they did not need at the market. There was no hurry to reach their contacts just yet. [color=#E5E4E2]“... How's it going with Fiske?”[/color] Zarina brought up out of the blue, and it sounded as awkward as a parent taking interest in a child's niche hobby. [color=#E5E4E2]“I didn't see much of him last night.”[/color]

[color=598527]"Oh!"[/color] Marci chirped, seeming in something of a hurry to reach the gate, [color=598527]"He was with my copy. They went and had a little fun together."[/color] She winked. [color=598527]"Now come on, Zazzy! We've got spratz to gather, and coffee!"[/color]

Zarina furrowed her brows. [color=#E5E4E2]“Your copy? Oh, wait,”[/color] she snapped her fingers twice. [color=#E5E4E2]“that prize of yours?”[/color] then she regarded Marci like she had something on her face. [color=#E5E4E2]“... Any particular reason you'd do that? Other than 'fun'?”[/color] 

They soon arrived at the pier where a Virangish man with a thick and white moustache awaited them. From there, Zarina worked her magic. He was the first of a decently long line of hands to shake if they were going to exact their plan swiftly.

Marceline twirled some hair around a finger. [color=598527]"Oh, just stuff n' things,"[/color] she replied sweetly. [color=598527]"Also a test. I'm going to take out a couple more so we can cover more ground over the next few days."[/color] She shrugged. [color=598527]"If I'm a bit scarce, that's why."[/color]

Then, they reached the first of their contacts. Zarina took lead on this one. Marceline knew how to support a narrative. It was the first of many.

The day was progressing as smoothly as it could. Negotiations were nothing new, but the initial rejections from different transport groups were bigger than normal given the unusual nature of their orders. Still, their successes were enough to put the duo on track to exact their plans. 

[color=#E5E4E2]“Eighty tons already.”[/color] remarked Zarina during the luncheon break, and puffchicken eggs were on the menu. [color=#E5E4E2]“Not nearly enough, but I've got some favors I can pull still.”[/color] she stated confidently. [color=#E5E4E2]“You think they'll actually keep Penny?”[/color] she asked, a tad glum.

[color=598527]"I'd like to reach two-hundred, and I think I have a shot with my guy in Méatu, but I think we can make do with one-fifty in a pinch."[/color] Marceline shrugged. [color=598527]"It's just... so many variables and there's no way we can like... anticipate them all."[/color] She pursed her lips, starting to feel the bug to talk business strategies, but she tamped down on it and picked at her food, waiting for Zarina to speak again. When she did, Marci nibbled at her lower lip and glanced downwards. [color=598527]"I dunno."[/color] She shrugged. [color=598527]"But Jurgen seemed to think so and I'm learning that he really knows his shit when it comes to this kind of thing. He can [i]read[/i] people."[/color] 

Marci took a sip of her drink. [color=598527]"They're idiots. They're basically trying to hold Penny hostage and hoping we don't call their bluff, but it's an open secret among us students that she's the daughter of someone very important in Perrence."[/color] She shook her head. [color=598527]"It's like they're [i]trying[/i] to start a war."[/color] She scowled. [color=598527]"I swear: half the people we know would do a better job in charge."[/color] 

Her fingers drummed nervously and her analytic bravado seemed to fade. [color=598527]"I mean, I think so...?"[/color] Her eyes met Zarina's for a moment and she finally seemed a bit more her age. [color=598527]"You think so too...[i]right[/i]?"[/color] She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed and face worried. [color=598527]"Like, we're playing chicken with someone's [i]life[/i] here, and it's... goddamned [i]Penny[/i]."[/color] She took a moment to breathe and paired it with a shrug that tried to be nonchalant. [color=598527]"We're not like, [i]best friends[/i] or anything, but - [i]Ipté[/i] - she was in my apprentice group last year."[/color] Marci swallowed. [color=598527]"We were fuckin' [i]roommates.[/i] We used to cook together and we both sucked at it."[/color] The fifteen-year-old choked out a small laugh, took another breath, and wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. 

[color=598527]"These people are fucked,"[/color] she mewed, not quite finding the vigor that she'd been looking for. She shook her head. [color=598527]"I've just been putting it out of sight and out of mind and..."[/color] A third breath. [color=598527]"Why does the world have to so full of bad people?"[/color] Marci swallowed. [color=598527]"Why am I [i]becoming[/i] one of them?"[/color] Her eyes were beseeching for just a moment before she twisted and looked away. A hand reached up, as if fixing her hair, but it ran itself across her cheek. [color=598527]"It's fuckin' [i]Penny[/i]. I should [i]be[/i] there instead of in [i]Méatu[/i]."[/color]

[color=#E5E4E2]“Wait.”[/color] Zarina raised her hand to interrupt Marceline. [color=#E5E4E2]“She is?”[/color] it wouldn't have been the first time she pulled a sarcastic joke, but the cheeky smile or giggles didn't come. It seemed Zarina did not pry too much into Penny's business. [color=#E5E4E2]“I thought she was just really loaded.”[/color] she shrugged. [color=#E5E4E2]“In that case, yeah fuck. They're messing up. Maybe you should apply for Zenith.”[/color] she playfully nudged Marci with her elbow. 

The jokes and generic remarks ceased once the subject was explored more seriously by Marci. Zarina decided it was a time to listen. No words, only considerate looks and nods. Once her sister figure had finished with her thoughts and worries, she reached out to wrap her arm around the younger teen's shoulders and pulled her closer. [color=#E5E4E2]“For starters, you're not bad. And,”[/color] she looked out toward the pier. It was full with daily arrivals, although the unloading had since been done. [color=#E5E4E2]“I don't think most of them are bad. It ain't a rule of nature that you suddenly become bad with power. I gotta assume it's more complicated than just doing a good or bad thing. But ... They did cross a line when they took our friend. I agree.”[/color]

Zarina leaned her head to the side, resting it over the shorter girl's. [color=#E5E4E2]“We're gonna do something.”[/color] she whispered, eyes still locked on the busy scenery. [color=#E5E4E2]“Sienna and I spoke of this. And if there is no change by tonight, we're gathering as many of our friends and their friends to ours. After the soirée, they should find it to be a comfortable place to talk and prepare.”[/color] calm, collected and resolute, Zarina squeezed her sister's shoulder. [color=#E5E4E2]“Méatu can wait a day or two. If you want.”[/color]


Marci seemed lost in thought, her young face pensive. [color=598527]"Yeah,"[/color] she decided. [color=598527]"Yeah, I think that's a good idea."[/color] She nodded slowly. [color=598527]"Gods. I worked so hard for that contact..."[/color] She shook her head as if to clear it. [color=598527]"They're not gonna touch a hair on Penny's head, so help me."[/color] She took a quick bite of her food, swallowed, and then took another. It seemed to settle and recenter her.

[color=598527]"You know,"[/color] she remarked after a bit, [color=598527]"I've been thinking a bit about how the war will affect our business."[/color] She had a bit of water and glanced out over the piers. [color=598527]"Conventional wisdom's that we're kind of a luxury and luxuries don't do well in war."[/color] She shook her head and, when her eyes returned to Zarina, she was wearing that predatory grin she usually did when she got an idea. [color=598527]"So, riddle me this, oh sister of mine,"[/color] she teased, [color=598527]"Living through a war is a stressful business, is it not?"[/color]

Zarina raised a brow and took a moment to muse on the subject. [color=#E5E4E2]“I suppose it is, dear sister.”[/color]

Marceline steepled her fingers together. [color=598527]"So then tell me, dear sister, what is one thing that people do to escape stress that could benefit us?"[/color]

Zarina's narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. [color=#E5E4E2]“They fuck?”[/color] she proposed before giggling. [color=#E5E4E2]“They take substances, reasonably priced too. You want our stuff to be that thing they can enjoy to escape the sorry state of the world?”[/color]

She pointed finger guns at Zarina. [color=598527]"Bingo!"[/color] she exclaimed. [color=598527]"Bring on the spratz! Bring on the sugar and honey and coffee and candied apples!"[/color] She patted her tummy. [color=598527]"Bring on the muffins and cookies and cakes!"[/color] She grinned mercilessly. [color=598527]"Bring on the fountains of chocolate and those sweet [i]sweet[/i] baybeh brandæble turnovers!"[/color] She leaned back and clasped her hands behind her head. [color=598527]"We all just need us some sugar, so [i]screw[/i] conventional wisdom."[/color] Restlessly, eagerly, she leaned forward. [color=598527]"We're in an open marketplace. We have no direct competitors yet."[/color] She shook her head. [color=598527]"While every other merchant of luxuries slashes their prices in the hope of retaining business, we don't cut even a bit."[/color] She paused and pondered. [color=598527]"Maybe we even raise 'em a little because, ya know, the war effort is making things more expensive and people will understand."[/color] She took another sip of her drink and arched an eyebrow conspiratorially.

Zarina laughed the whole way, but never once in a mocking manner. Marci's tirade on their next moves was both amusing and inspiring, and goodness did the older of the duo need to hoard all these feel good moments with the war looming over her head. [color=#E5E4E2]“Hey, hold down there, fireball. Little pepper you.”[/color] she poked her pointer finger against Marceline's shoulder with a cheeky look to her. [color=#E5E4E2]“Let's not gouge the livelihood out of our customers. We START with premium prices, because Virang is suffering, and THEN we lower them. A little bit, just BARELY below our standard. Progressively. Then, we become champions of a better tomorrow, and for all.”[/color]

Marceline pursed her lips. [color=598527]"We [i]raise[/i] them,"[/color] she countered, [color=598527]"gradually, as the war effort grinds on and supplies become scarce."[/color] She leaned in, [color=598527]"But not really. [i]Technically[/i], we raise them, but we offer nearly constant discounts. Regular price: eight owls. Special price: five owls!"[/color] She shrugged. [color=598527]"You're right. We shouldn't gouge people when they're struggling."[/color] She shook her head. [color=598527]"So we don't [i]effectively[/i] jack up prices for the most part. We just make like we've had to out of necessity but are trying to keep things affordable."[/color] She chewed and swallowed the last of her meal. [color=598527]"Makes 'em think they're getting a deal: Patriot Pandes, Oraff's Orredes, Lucky Lepdes. They'll come out in droves when they smell a discount [i]and[/i] we look like a good corporate actor."[/color]

Marceline paused. [color=598527]"I'm being horrible again, aren't I?"[/color] She offered a roguish grin, but there was uncertainty in her eyes.

Zarina laughed devilishly. [color=#E5E4E2]“You are. But it's a good idea.”[/color] things calmed as she finished her meal as well and downed it all with her ice coffee. [color=#E5E4E2]“It's actually very similar to the first talks we had, y'know? Deals to make people wanna buy, we talked and talked about the best ways to move money from vulnerable purses into ours. It's already been a fucking year.”[/color] she shook her head before peering toward her business partner. [color=#E5E4E2]“With you around, I think we'll manage no matter what the war tosses at us.”[/color] she reached out to give Marci a typical big sister head pat that came with a free hair-ruining rub. [color=#E5E4E2]“Of course, I'm here to keep you honest.”[/color]

Marci bore it stoically until her eyes glance up from her unmoving face to shoo Zarina's lingering hand away. [color=598527]"It's crazy, isn't it?"[/color] She smiled. [color=598527]"Gods, I dunno what I'd do without you."[/color] She shook her head. [color=598527]"You always know how to talk to people. You [i]know[/i] so many people, and you manage to do it all while being honest and decent."[/color] She lingered a moment before standing. [color=598527]"I'm in awe of you, Zarina."[/color] A mischievous grin followed. [color=598527]"When I'm all grown up, I wanna be [i]just[/i] like you!"[/color] She plunked an incantor down onto the table and stretched, glancing up at the distant clocktower on the far side of the Harbour Gate. [color=598527]"Ready to scarf away some more acorns?"[/color]

[color=#E5E4E2]“Not so sure about decent.”[/color] Zarina joked with her head lowered to cast a light shadow on a look that suddenly became hawkish. [color=#E5E4E2]“Just like I'm about to be not-so-decent at this promotion to mom I'm getting here.”[/color] she raised her voice to "scold" Marci. [color=#E5E4E2]“Become just like me. Hahahaha.”[/color] it was all in jolly good fun, in the end. 

As they both stood to do their next bit of their work, Zarina stepped forward to embrace Marceline. [color=#E5E4E2]“No matter how shit turns out, you know you'll always be my precious sister. Alright?”[/color] she squeezed before releasing. [color=#E5E4E2]“Okay, dramatic-romatic-me aside, we do be needing some hoarding. I think Patrick should arrive in ten ...”[/color]

Marceline had her game face on by the time that he arrived just slightly ahead of schedule. [color=598527]"Right,"[/color] she said, with a businesslike nod and a smile. It wasn't like her to get so emotional. She always made poor decisions when she did. [color=598527]"Let's do this."[/color]

And 'do this', they did. After Patrick, who was good for fourteen tons, there was Bilal and his forty-seven, and then Consuela with thirty, Marco, who'd haggled for every benny on eighteen, and Kofi, who'd managed to scrounge up eleven. Petronela, who Marci was supposed to have gone to see the next day, was unexpectedly relegated to backup. As Oraff gave way to Eshiran, the pair had - miraculously - secured exactly their stretch goal of two hundred tons, but it was tentative, pending funds and securing their carriers and storage. Marceline didn't want to think about how stretched they were. In between potential suppliers, they'd gone to almost every bank imaginable.

They'd barely even bothered with the Somnians, however, who'd refused them outright, and Garibaldi's Pawn was always going to be a last resort. MBC and the Zenith's Bank had declined them for the riskiness of their venture, as had Bluebell's and the Seafarer's Exchange for the scale of it. Marceline had tried to play up the Kerreman angle with Green Dragon, but they hadn't bought it. Leaving the bank, she'd shaken her head. [color=598527]"Never have looked properly Kerreman, you know."[/color] She'd let out an annoyed huff and waved the notion away.

Matters had looked grim until they'd hit pay dirt at the Banque Royale. The vice-chair of the branch had merely steepled his fingers and smiled. [color=LightBlue]"Ah, mademoiselle Nader, mademoiselle Hohenfelter,"[/color] he'd purred, [color=LightBlue]"I drink your café near every morning."[/color] Indeed, there'd been one of their ubiquitous ceramic mugs on his table. Those had become a common sight throughout the city in the year since Zenobucks had commenced operations. [color=LightBlue]"I say you have a winning formula and, if you can navigate this coming Revidien agression, then investing in your venture is... a winning idea for us, n'est-ce pas?"[/color] Of course, he'd gone on to speak of the risks. No bank was going to give them [i]too[/i] low interest a loan, or too large a loan in this uncertain political climate, but they'd managed to secure two-thirds of what they needed from the Perrench.

That left them slightly short on funds as the sun hung heavy and golden, and Bilal and Consuela were not the sorts to take 'IOUs'. [color=598527]"Well,"[/color] Marci remarked, [color=598527]"We still have Sealy's and..."[/color] She grimaced. [color=598527]"Garibaldi's, though we could try the other branch of MBC!"[/color] Both were dressed like proper young businesswomen, but they were, quite frankly, worn out, both physically and mentally, as the size of their gamble began to catch up with them. [color=598527]"Sealy's first?"[/color] She did not have high hopes. They usually offered only small and midsized loans, but they were in shipping, which was another problem, and perhaps the amount remaining might [i]just[/i] fall within their loaning model? It was that or Garibaldi's, who would almost certainly give them the money, but would append onerous terms to it and, as many whispered, would enforce repayment... vigorously. They could try to return to MBC with their beggar's bowls out, but that was a bad look and being backed by both the Perrench and the Revidians was... risky.

Decisions, decisions. They were very close to completing their blitzkrieg maneuver to secure their future, especially with palpable discontent within the city and a bubble of anger just ready to burst in the coming days. There was no place for half-measures. 

[color=#E5E4E2]“They're going to be firm on a fat rate. And we don't have time to negotiate at this point.”[/color] Zarina bit the nail on her thumb. [color=#E5E4E2]“But I saw we take what they offer.”[/color] a loud 'click' came with a pierce of hernail being downright cracked. She was clearly anxious. [color=#E5E4E2]“I've got a fail-safe. Kinda. My mom. If we [i]really[/i] need it.”[/color] her idle arm clenched the folders they had accumulated containing quotations, contracts and bills 

As the sun began to approach the horizon, they had arrived to their final decision: Sealy's. If there was an establishment they would prefer owing a large interest to, it'd be them. Zarina was far too familiar with the more unsavoury loan shark types. She had absolutely no desire of having them as a first choice.

Sealy's was nearly ready to close for the day, and it was no exaggeration to say that the pair... [i]jogged[/i] part of the distance there, employing magic both to boost their speed and keep themselves from looking disheveled. If this entire whirlwind venture had proven immensely stressful, moments like this, oddly, were not. Marceline simply ran, feeling the wind in her hair, the air in lungs, and the folders tucked under her arm wanting to break free and squirt out onto the flagstones. There was so much risk and uncertainty but, for these bare few moments, it felt like an adventure. It felt like she was living the life she'd always hoped for but never thought she might have - a life that could last indefinitely once she ate the apple on her eighteenth birthday - a life that could be free of the tethering. A weird sense of certainty came over the girl and she shot Zarina a big smile as they slowed down and took a moment to clean themselves up before entering the bank. [color=598527]"We got this, habibi."[/color] She flicked some hair over her shoulder as she opened the door. [color=598527]"Don't worry."[/color]

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At first, the clerks had been less than pleased with their late arrival, but when they'd recognized Zarina and been satisfied that the pair represented a serious business venture, they'd been ushered upstairs, where the manager, Maryanne, had decided to entertain them. She'd even gone so far as to remain after hours on their behalf.

She, too, was in possession of one of those ubiquitous mugs, using it as a makeshift flowerpot on her desktop. Behind her hung a portrait of Isidore Sealy, the famous Enthish shipping magnate and owner of the bank. After initial pleasantries and some discussion of their business plan, the trio got down to the meat of the issue. [color=MistyRose]"You have to understand our hesitancy,"[/color] the Enthishwoman was saying. [color=MistyRose]"Your venture is promising, but times are uncertain and this falls somewhat outside of our business model."[/color] She furrowed her brow, dipping her quill in some ink as she continued to take notes. [color=MistyRose]"You say you've secured your supply, at least in theory?"[/color] 

Zarina nodded. [color=#E5E4E2]"They're reliable people. We have written agreements."[/color] She was already prepared to produce them.

The manager nodded and raised a hand to forestall the actual handover. [color=MistyRose]"I [i]am[/i] going to need to see those and look into their financials."[/color] She paused. [color=MistyRose]"as well as yours, out of due diligence, but we'll send your papers off to a printer and you'll retain your originals."[/color] She tapped her quill twice on the paper and leaned back in her chair, considering, her expression very much like Mr. Sealy's behind her. [color=MistyRose]"And transport?"[/color] she inquired after a moment.

Marci and her partner glanced at each other, the former deciding to take this one. [color=598527]"The majority is accounted for,"[/color] she assured Maryanne. [color=598527]"Pending a few more discussions with our logistical partners, we expect the rest to come together over the next few days, especially once they see we've secured supply and capital."[/color]

Maryanne scowled, unconvinced, and drummed the desktop with her fingers. She paused to consider and the pair knew that things like this were usually not good. Zarina opened her mouth to offer assurances, but she was preempted by the manager. [color=MistyRose]"You will politely inform those you are still waiting for word back from that you have chosen to ship with the Sealy Consortium instead."[/color] She tapped her quill twice on her paper, as if rendering it final. [color=MistyRose]"Our fleet arm will be your majority logistical partner for the duration of a five-year fully-binding contract, exact details to be finalized by appointment with my superior in..."[/color] She trailed off, consulting a very busy-looking calendar on the wall. [color=MistyRose]"Two months' - No, two and a half months' time."[/color] She stood and marked something on her calendar. [color=MistyRose]"On the 25th of Ardanes, to give Pa- [i]Mr. Sealy[/i] some lead time."[/color] 

Marceline's eyes widened and she turned to Zarina wordlessly. This was more than they could've hoped for, but they'd be putting the future of their venture squarely in the hands of a rather predatory Enthish shipping magnate and... the quickly retracted 'Pa' had not gone unnoticed. Maryanne was his... [i]daughter[/i]!? [color=598527]"Y-you'll have to understand our need to discuss matters,"[/color] Marceline replied after a moment of stunned silence. [color=598527]"Of course, Zenobucks will remain wholly owned by its current shareholders."[/color] She worked hard to keep the note of uncertainty from her voice.

Maryanne nodded and seated herself again and leaned forward, knitting her fingers together. [color=MistyRose]"Naturally,"[/color] she agreed. [color=MistyRose]"We're not interested in selling coffee, Miss Hohenfelter."[/color] She nodded in Zarina's direction. [color=598527]"Miss al-Nader. Only shipping it, in bulk, to a reliable retail partner with significant potential for expansion."[/color] She smiled, and it was neither pleasant nor particularly unpleasant. [color=MistyRose]"Are you such a partner?"[/color]

Zarina nodded and so did her partner. [color=#E5E4E2]"I would imagine we both agree on that,"[/color] the former replied, [color=#E5E4E2]"Though, naturally, we will have to conduct our own checks."[/color]

[color=598527]"For due diligence,"[/color] Marceline added.

[color=MistyRose]"You are, of course, welcome and even encouraged to do so,"[/color] Maryanne assured them. [color=MistyRose]"You will find our financials in order, our carriers are neutral-flagged, and our terms suitably generous."[/color] She clasped her hands together. [color=MistyRose]"Our assurances are honest and made in good faith. I do warn you, however,"[/color] she concluded, [color=MistyRose]"that this is not a negotiation."[/color] She pushed the paper she'd been writing on towards them on the desk, and it was all fairly mundane matters, similar to what they'd discussed. [color=MistyRose]"You may accept our terms as written or you can try Garibaldi's"[/color] Her smile was pleasant enough, but she was a wolf through and throiugh. Maryanne held her hand out for them to shake on the tentative deal.

Zarina stared at the hand presented to her. She instinctively reached for a shisha pipe to her right, a typical behaviour she had when discussing business in a more relaxed setting. It was her tell - a sign that she was about to make an offer of her own. [color=#E5E4E2]“One month and a half.”[/color] she stated, firmly. [color=#E5E4E2]“Time is too valuable of a commodity to waste, especially now. If we're going to have such a tight venture, then we expect you to be fully on-board with the aggressive strategy we've proposed.”[/color]

Zarina looked to her business partner with a slight smile. [color=#E5E4E2]“If we can agree on that, then I don't foresee any issues. And you've seen our expansion plans for countries such as Enth in the very near future. Less-than-a-year near if we're all in on this with alacrity.”[/color]

Maryanne scowled. [color=MistyRose]"I'm not certain you understand, so I'm going to make matters clearer: that is Mr. Sealy's earliest availability, and he will want final say on this deal."[/color] She started to draw her hand back. [color=MistyRose]"While we understand the urgent nature of your venture, we have to work within the constraints we're given."[/color] She looked disappointed.

Then, Marceline darted in and took the hand before it fell away. [color=598527]"We accept, of course,"[/color] she replied. [color=598527]"As my partner has already made clear."[/color] They shook, tentatively, as Marci shot Zarina an apologetic look. [color=598527]"But perhaps we could pen a short-term agreement - a sort of test run - to cover the time until your senior is able to attend?"[/color] 

The manager pursed her lips. [color=MistyRose]"In theory, I'm open to it."[/color] She sat back down and reached into the desk cabinet to pull out a boilerplate agreement. [color=MistyRose]"I will need both of your written consent, of course, and that [i]will[/i] be binding."[/color]

The woes of working with partially delegated responsibility. It was the price for their haste and Zarina was clearly not the most eager to work through layers. But it was necessary. The taller girl shook just as did Marceline. [color=#E5E4E2]“I can agree to this as well.”[/color] she replied with some conjured up enthusiasm. 

Marceline was to sign first, but both would take a thorough look at their trial-period engagement. [color=#E5E4E2]“My colleagues in the industry always spoke highly of Sealy's when times were uncertain. Back when the Sea Fox had her way with the Ensollian waters.”[/color] Zarina's manufactured enthusiasm become something more genuine as she seized the pen when her turn came to sign. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'm looking forward to meeting the man himself.”[/color]

The woes of working with partially delegated responsibility. It was the price for their haste and Zarina was clearly not the most eager to work through layers. But it was necessary. The taller girl shook just as did Marceline. [color=#E5E4E2]“I can agree to this as well.”[/color] she replied with some conjured up enthusiasm. Marceline was to sign first, but both would take a thorough look at their trial-period engagement. [color=#E5E4E2]“My colleagues in the industry always spoke highly of Sealy's when times were uncertain. Back when the Sea Fox had her way with the Ensollian waters.”[/color] Zarina's manufactured enthusiasm become something more genuine as she seized the pen when her turn came to sign. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'm looking forward to meeting the man himself.”[/color]

Ten minutes had passed and Marceline was skipping, springing high up into the air with each step. [color=598527]"We did it!"[/color] she proclaimed boldly, landing nimbly and spinning a half-pirouette. Her dress flared out around her like a daffodil. [color=598527]"You and me, suunei! We fucking did it!"[/color] She waved the paper about and held it out towards Zarina. [color=598527]"It should probably go in the folder now,"[/color] she self-corrected, straightening out a battered corner. [color=598527]"Before it goes 'poof!' just like all our money!"[/color]

Zarina was a little more composed than her younger equal. Still, her bright and wide smile said it all. She was quick to swipe the paper from Marceline and shove it into the plethora of paperwork they had accumulated. [color=#E5E4E2]“That we did, suunei. Now we just gotta actually enforce this shit. Chances are we'll need to grease up some more wheels.”[/color] she remarked with healthy pessimism but a whole lot of optimism sprinkled in as well. [color=#E5E4E2]“'Our' money?”[/color] she snorted. [color=#E5E4E2]“I've got an old Varennes we can pop open tonight, before we get our guests to talk about the whole Penny thing. Figured we treat ourselves for once.”[/color]

[color=598527]"Okay, okay!"[/color] Marceline relented, [color=598527]"Poof like [i]their[/i] money!"[/color] She returned to skipping, hair bouncing merrily as she went. [color=598527]"And poof like our entire futures if we [i]lose[/i] their money!"[/color] She half-spun and smiled. [color=598527]"Livin' on the edge,"[/color] she exclaimed, [color=598527]"but we've got this."[/color] She shook her head. [color=598527]"I dunno why, but I just think we really do."[/color] She took a deep breath and rushed back to grab hold of Zarina's hands. [color=598527]"This is the start of it all,"[/color] she promised, not yet having come down from her high. The sun was vast and golden now, headed for the jagged horizon of rooftops and spires that was Ersand'Enise. 

[color=598527]"And as for your wine,"[/color] she replied, [color=598527]"You bring Ayla - because it just isn't a party without her."[/color] Marci winked mischievously. [color=598527]"I just might be coaxed to wait before heading to Méatu and not -"[/color]

[i][b]POOF![/b][/i]

Just like that, Marceline was gone.[/hider]

[hider=Zarina’s Shitlist]
[i]Record of people that [b]really[/b] managed to piss me off. There are different degrees of ‘shit’, but if you got here, you must’ve really fucked up. Reading this list without my approval will also earn you a spot here. Fuck you.[/i]

[u][b]The Shittiest Shitbags[/b][/u]
[list][*]Augusto Frannem-ass - You made me [b]kill[/b] people for whatever sick gain of yours. How much more of a piece of worthless garbage do you have to be to use me like that. I don’t wish death on many, but I definitely do so to you. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU!!!!!![/list]

[u][b]The Shitty dirtbags[/b][/u]
[list][*]Trypano Something - It’s bad enough that you just bite people’s fingers off, but you’d let my friend Yuliya die for a quick buck too?! And THEN you have the fucking nerve to appeal to my sensitivities with that slime being ALIVE?! What about my friend?! Piece of unlikable trash. FUCK YOU.
[*]Fiske Fagtraut - I have no idea what she sees in you. But I dislike you. I know you fucked up and she paid for it. You’re on thin ice. I know you steal shit from my house too. FUCK YOU.
[*]Yvain Bitchnon - You owe me a lot. You’re staying here until you pay me back. Also, we all saw you side with that thing like the flaccid lesser man you are. And to think you’re gonna lead our biggest ally someday. FUCK YOU.
[*]Arch Bitch Al-ASS-a - You cause a deadly mess and slap my teacher? Fuck off, I don’t care how prestigious you are. You’ve then imprisoned my friend and tried to fuck our moment of unity. I hate you with all my heart. FUCK YOU.[/list]

[u][b]The Shitters[/b][/u]
[list][*]Ingy Sea Giant - I never had a real problem with you, but you are one terrible decision maker. You wave some demon around and help these shitty fuckers nearly kill me and my friend. I thought better of you. Fuck you.
[*]Desmond - This broke my heart. I don’t care how much you were keen on turning on that thing, you risked my life and the life of my friend for material goods. I would never do that to any of you, or even people I don’t know. I don’t understand. I need to understand. Fuck you.
[*]Patrick Peacock - You think I don’t realise you’re shorting me on those sugar deliveries? You condescending fuck. But your time’s coming, bud. It’ll be glorious. Fuck you.[/list][/hider]

[hider=One Special Person]
It had been a long and arduous day. Business deals were made, slimes nearly killed her friend and friendships were forged. And yet Zarina’s journey was over. The hours of Dami blindsided Zarina with her Zenobucks outlet closing right as she was inclined to get another drink. 

Time flew. And the imminent departure of the person she [i]thought[/i] she had formed a special connection with hit her like a sack of bricks. Deep down, she hoped this chaotic day would never end.

She brought home leftover pastries and quickly made tuna pizza from the dough she had prepared in the early morning. It wasn't great pizza, but it was edible. The dough was a tad overcooked. Zarina, on the other hand, was undercooked. Little effort was put into looking [i]fabulous[/i]. It was beyond her ability to look as fresh as a first date to someone she knew top to bottom quite thoroughly already. Except for the hair, always silky smooth and brushed beforehand with a bow to keep some more rebellious locks together.

Alone, in her room with the animals penned in Ayla’s room, she waited to have a final moment with Miret without any interruption. The pizza was on a towel draped over her bed, like a picnic but indoors. 

Everything was just right to make a pleasant final date, but how was she actually going to say goodbye? How could she truly articulate what she felt? Was it wrong that she wanted [i]more[/i] than just being another lover in the harem? The overthinking and stress caused Zarina to bite through the left thumb’s nail until she reached the corner.

[color=9e0039]"Hey luuchy,"[/color] came a soft voice, and Miret appeared, hanging upside-down through her open window. [color=9e0039]"Trying to stoke my appetite, are you?"[/color] She hopped through the window, landing in a crouch, and took two steps toward Zarina, already reaching out to heal the damage.

Zarina deep dive in her thoughts left her vulnerable to a quick startle. [color=#E5E4E2]“Luuchy yourself, Luuchy.”[/color] she extended her hand that needed healing, and then reached for Miret's once the deed was done. [color=#E5E4E2]“I figured my lure would work. You underestimated me, Daring-one.”[/color] she winked as she seized a slice of pizza with her idle hand, folded it and hovered it close to the Yasoi's mouth. [color=#E5E4E2]“Bet they don't make pizza with my special ingredient back in Tarlon.”[/color]

[color=9e0039]"I wouldn't be so sure,"[/color] Miret replied, before taking a bite. [color=9e0039]"Cal can find just about anything, you know."[/color] She chewed a bit, positively unladylike as she continued. [color=9e0039]"So, what is it?"[/color] She smiled coyly. [color=9e0039]"[i]Love?[/i]"[/color]

Zarina tried to stifle her grin and failed pretty handily. [color=#E5E4E2]“Nooooooo ...”[/color] her legs swung restlessly as the answer took its time to come. [color=#E5E4E2]“It's ...”[/color] after a brief staring contest she giggled. [color=#E5E4E2]“Okay, yeah, it's love. Screw you for making it suck now.”[/color] she took a hearty bite herself.

[color=#E5E4E2]“What's up with that Cal guy anyway?”[/color] Zarina inquired, barely concealing her distaste over the mention of another individual in Tarlon. [color=#E5E4E2]“Isn't he, like, the guy that was selling drugs during the fights?”[/color]

Miret sighed. [color=9e0039]"Yeah, he's one of those Luuntese 'providers'."[/color] She shrugged. [color=9e0039]"He has his place, I guess."[/color] She took a few more bites, eagerly. [color=9e0039]"But he can't make a buudvuud like you can."[/color] The statement came with a smile and a giggle. [color=9e0039]"Luuchy, this is fuckin' delicious. Can you just like... cook for me forever?"[/color] The smile went from mirthful to appreciative, and then it fell away. [color=9e0039]"I love you."[/color] She glanced down at the food, or maybe just her lap, and then up at Zarina with an uncharacteristic shyness.

Zarina perked up, her heart skipping a beat. [color=#E5E4E2]“Really? I thought I overcooked it and ...”[/color] her nervous ticks flared along with her muttering that spoke over Miret's words, or rather given how quiet she had gotten, were more so in the background. 
 
[color=#E5E4E2]“I-I ...”[/color] it felt unreal. The butterflies in her stomach were poised to make her cough out her pizza with how intense they were. Needless to say, she was flushed. [color=#E5E4E2]“I love you too. Fuck.”[/color] she reached for both of Miret's hands and possessively clenched. [color=#E5E4E2]“I love you. So. Much.”[/color]

It was her turn to look up to her lover with watery and pleading eyes. [color=#E5E4E2]“Don't go.”[/color] she begged with a mousy voice, but one that didn't stutter or show any hesitation. [color=#E5E4E2]“Please.”[/color]

A tear rolled, unbidden, down Miret's cheek. [color=9e0039]"Godsdammit, Luuchy."[/color] It dripped onto the pizza, wet and salty and soaking in. [color=9e0039]"I'm trying to eat here."[/color] Her voice was small, though, lacking most of its usual puckishness. She forced herself to swallow, put the pizza down, and leaned in wordlessly to simply embrace Zarina. That was all that she wanted to do. She didn't know why, but it was all that she could think of, even if it wasn't enough.

Zarina held for dear life, perhaps a bit too hard at some point, with her face dug into  Miret's shoulder. She let the whimpers come out first before saying anything else. [color=#E5E4E2]“Stay.”[/color] she pleaded again. [color=#E5E4E2]“Don't go-”[/color] another invited sob nearly had her swallow her word. [color=#E5E4E2]“-back.”[/color] the less experienced of the two swallowed in an attempt to compose herself. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'll love you forever. And never let you get hurt.”[/color] she whispered by Miret's long ear she loved to nibble. [color=#E5E4E2]“So you won't live this long life alone.”[/color]

Miret managed to separate to arms' length. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Quietly, one of her hands slid from Zarina's shoulder and pressed itself to her heart. [color=9e0039]"I never will,"[/color] she said with all the gravity and solemness that befit an unshakeable promise. [color=9e0039]"I'll always be in there and you'll always be in here."[/color] Her other hand pressed itself to her heart. [color=9e0039]"But that's..."[/color] She shrugged weakly. [color=9e0039]"Shitty, empty stuff and it fades over time and distance."[/color] She regarded Zarina, eyes wide open, even if they were puffy and red-rimmed. [color=9e0039]"I won't always be here, but I'll always be in your life and, if you'll have me, you'll always be in mine."[/color] 

Miret sniffed and gathered herself a bit. [color=9e0039]"This stupid war won't kill me. I know it and, if it does, Tyrel will move heavens and earth to bring me back. That's how she is."[/color] There was a deep breath, as if she had decided on a path. [color=9e0039]"You're good and honest and smart and beautiful and I would never hurt you so help me Ypti, cross my heart."[/color] She made the gesture with her free hand. [color=9e0039]"But I want you to live. I know you don't like our Tarlonese way, but here I am: Tarlonese. Don't pine for me. Don't set things or people aside. I'll always be yours even if I'm not there at the moment. I'll be yours for as long as both of us last, okay?"[/color]

Zarina shivered. Miret's words did little to pacify the tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked away, unwilling to accepted the vague notions of the heart and memories bound to fade. Until Miret echoed exactly what was ringing in her head. Zarina was blurry, but knew her crying lover was there. She reached out to cup the Yasoi's wet cheek, lovingly stroking it with her thumb. [color=#E5E4E2]“Gods, I love you.”[/color] she uttered with a near muted voice.

[color=#E5E4E2]“I-”[/color] Zarina chuckled nervously, sniffling intensely. [color=#E5E4E2]“I dunno about smart, I did fall for a Tarlonese.”[/color] she jested and nodded at her lover's proposition. [color=#E5E4E2]“I want you in my life, Miret.”[/color] she spoke with great clarity as the tears dried on her face and the sobs died down. [color=#E5E4E2]“But I'm a greedy, greedy girl. An avaricious little dragon.”[/color] her hand reached for Miret's nape to tug her a little closer. [color=#E5E4E2]“I wanna be that one person ...”[/color] she whispered as if she was confessing a secret. [color=#E5E4E2]“That one only person that makes you heart skip a beat like you do mine. Me,”[/color] she leaned in closer, lips so closer to the other's. [color=#E5E4E2]“and me alone.”[/color]

She stopped right before their lips met. [color=#E5E4E2]“But I know I can't. I-I know.”[/color] she began to tear up again. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'll be sad. For a bit. But I'll survive, just like you.”[/color] she forced a smile, one that tried to radiate some confidence. [color=#E5E4E2]“And I'll see you again, and we can try this again. No War. No fucking Tarlon. No fucking hating myself over loving. Just us.”[/color]

There it was: the forbidden bit at the end: No fucking Tarlon. Miret swallowed. She often felt the same way. While Chad had always been a believer in the cause - or was it ironic in his sometimes infuriating manner - and Tyrel's grievances were kept mostly private and released only in little bursts of annoyance, Miret had often found herself questioning and straying. 

That was... until Solcuura. Until Sairax'Solcuun and what she had seen at the palace: the casual decadence and cruelty of the royals, how most of the ruling class had simply used their money and power to flee and become parasites elsewhere, how the Queen, herself, had threatened to blow the towers and wipe out half of the city unless she was allowed to walk free. She had heard Chad's recollection of how the death ray had been modified to turn on the city if need be. She had walked the streets and witnessed for herself the dark dens and the rot, the slavery, the exploitation, the blinding of timewalkers and their use as mules for others' addiction. She had seen it all and her certainty that her people were wrong had wavered. Tarlon did not keep slaves. Tarlon did not blind timewalkers. Tarlon did not allow the consumption of aberrations except by express permission of the people's councils. 

She said nothing of that, though. She didn't want any conflict now. She still didn't trust her leaders. Likely, they were doing this for their own reasons. Life was not the luminous, wonderful thing she'd thought it was as a child, venturing through forests and ruins with Tyrel, Chad, Velani, and Ashon. People in power exploited. People in power lied. Then, she caught herself. [color=9e0039]"Hey, bucko,"[/color] she griped, after a long moment had passed. [color=9e0039]"I happen to live there, ya know."[/color] She wiped some tears away, and did the same for Zarina's. [color=9e0039]"But this pizza recipe, I want it. I'll cook it for myself and Chad and Tyrel and it'll remind me of you, okay?"[/color] She nodded encouragingly, partly to convince herself. [color=9e0039]"It'll remind me of you until all this bullshit blows over and we can be us, again: just us."[/color] She lifted it to her mouth, stained with tears and all, and took another bite. [color=9e0039]"Cold and extra salty,"[/color] she laughed. [color=9e0039]"Mmm mmm!"[/color]

[color=#E5E4E2][i]But would you still love what I'd become after so much time and distance?[/i][/color] Zarina thought just as she expressed her wishes. She was convinced this had gone beyond a honeymoon phase, that it was genuine. And yet, by the nature of what they both were and the state of their worlds, she could only begin to doubt. [color=#E5E4E2][i]Would I love you?[/i][/color]

[color=#E5E4E2]“Okay, I didn't mean it like [i]that[/i].”[/color] Zarina conceded with a hint of a more genuine smile one her. [color=#E5E4E2]“Fuck our countries for keeping us apart. Fuck 'em for making love so complicated ...”[/color] she snuggled up to the pizza-enjoying Miret, seeking her warmth one last time. [color=#E5E4E2]“Mmm. Look up mozzarella and marinate some tuna in veggie oil. That's it. Oh and overcook it. And love, don't forget loads o' love.”[/color] she looked up and stole a bite from the Yasoi's slice. [color=#E5E4E2]“Now I need something to remember you by. And I'm almost out of sex-lettuce.”[/color] she grinned like a fox before going for another bite, but this time on her lover's jawline.

[color=#E5E4E2]“I meant it, though,”[/color] she looked up with wide, adoring eyes and a slightly deeper voice than her normal - a result from all the sobbing. [color=#E5E4E2]“if we wanna try this again later ... I wanna be [i]the one[/i]. Not just [i]another one[/i].”[/color] she clammed up, hesitating to ad one final bit. [color=#E5E4E2]“See me like Tyrel sees that beautiful boy. Chad, right?”[/color]

It was all going well. It was painful, but it was right. Miret could [i]feel[/i] it. [color=9e0039]"I shall commit the recipe to heart, even the extra crispiness from my crispy lil' fucker here."[/color] 

She smiled softly, but then came the part at the end, and her heart tightened. She looked down, not trusting herself to meet Zarina's eyes. [color=9e0039]"Luuchy, no,"[/color] she squeaked. [color=9e0039]"Please no. Don't ask that of me."[/color] She swallowed, threading her fingers nervously together. [color=9e0039]"It is the giving and receiving of Ypti's pleasure, freely and joyously among the community, that keeps us together, and people want me. They... [i]need[/i] me."[/color] Abruptly, she hugged her knees together. [color=9e0039]"[i]You[/i] are my luush'elar. [i]You[/i] are the one my heart beats for, but I cannot deny the simple and necessary pleasures of Ypti to others when they are mine to give."[/color] She brought her brows together, concerned, the taste of burnt pizza still sooty in her mouth.

This was not what Zarina wanted to hear. But it was also what she expected. She wondered why she even bothered, and her heart knew why. She hoped to be the exception of a cardinal rule Miret's people lived by. There would be nothing more special. She was genuinely selfish in this very moment, beyond the perspective of a Tarlonese, by putting this on her lover. She knew this, but she also needed it.

With a clenched jaw, Zarina kept her piece. She wanted to be mad and call out this supposed "necessity". Had she fucked anyone else in her soirée? Did unity and friendship require the most intimate and raw pleasures? Passion and sadness were melding with a growing frustration she couldn't air out and it was asphyxiating. 

[color=#E5E4E2]“[i]I[/i] need you ...”[/color] she muttered under her breath. 

She shook her head, resolved to not make this more painful than it already was. She reached out for Miret's hand to tug it off her knee and squeezed. [color=#E5E4E2]“It's okay.”[/color] she leaned in to press her lips upon the Yasoi's forehead. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'm sorry. Being your luush'elar ... Is enough.”[/color] It was enough, for now, but she wasn't cruel enough to add that final bit. She shot a reassuring smile. [color=#E5E4E2]“I suppose your one special girl being a Huusoi is already a pretty big thing, huh?”[/color] 

A thought just hit Zarina as she wordlessly hopped off her bed and dug an ornate, five-inch high wooden box from a closet. Inside was a black egg with scale-like patterns on the shell. Cupping it with both hands, she offered it to Miret. [color=#E5E4E2]“Keep it with you, it's kinda hard to break.”[/color] she nodded to ensure it was okay to take. [color=#E5E4E2]“I'll be with you, in a way. And when danger finds you [i]alone[/i], eat it.”[/color] her hands slid over Miret's once she'd taken it and closer them around the Primordial Egg, for her to keep.

Miret hadn't expected any lashing out, but she'd prepared for it anyhow. It was moments like this one that reminded her of how different they were: of how [i]doomed[/i] this all was. She swallowed, painfully, about to speak and fill the silence, but then Zarina did, and she listened. [color=9e0039]"You [i]are[/i] a pretty big thing,"[/color] She admitted in return, managing a teasing smirk. 

But then it had come time for gifts. She cradled the strange egg, knowing what it was. [color=9e0039]"So [i]this[/i] is what dragons..."[/color] She trailed off and grinned. [color=9e0039]"You are just the best thing ever."[/color] She held it to her heart. [color=9e0039]"I will always treasure it,"[/color] she promised. [color=9e0039]"I will never lose it,"[/color] she swore. [color=9e0039]"And when I'm totally up shit creek at some point and about to die and not be bailed out by Tyrel again, I might even use it."[/color] She leaned in close. [color=9e0039]"And I won't be as far away as you think, you know."[/color] She winked. [color=9e0039]"Trust me. Okay?"[/color][/hider]