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[color=seagreen][h1]Drake[/h1][/color]

[color=greenyellow][b]Time:[/b] Evening of Ignis 10[/color] 
[color=greenyellow][b]Location:[/b] Danrose Castle[/color]
[color=greenyellow][b]Mentions:[/b] Nolan [@Remram], Marina [@princess], Kazumin [@samreaper], Ariella [@SilverSpring], Ambrose [@Oso] and Nikolai [@HylianRose][/color]

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Drake had half a mind to make a quip back, but he too turned to look as his sister made an entrance. She seemed to be enjoying herself, even if she was likely dressed about five levels more than she personally wanted. 

But then that soft smile twisted. Brief flashes of that awful night hit him and he instinctually swallowed what was left of his drink. Just as the opportunity arose, he would request another as if nothing had happened. Drake stared for a few moments too long. That night still stuck with him—even if he tried to pretend it didn’t. The image of Ariella being manhandled. Bodies flying. Shadows twisting. A bullet to the head of a person who woke up that day expecting to see the next. His quickening breathing flaring his nostrils and a likely worried expression from his younger brother brought him back to reality. He coughed nervously, as if to hide it. [color=greenyellow][i]What just happened, and why did it happen?[/i][/color] 

He took the time to look elsewhere, and find some notable distraction. He noticed that Ariella initially entered without a Nikolai, but a brief pause and he saw the figure slide into frame — like a shadow trying to blend into the background. [color=greenyellow][i]At least he is doing his job.[/i][/color] He thought to himself before spotting him approaching another woman. He chose to ignore that and looked back at Nolan.

[color=greenyellow]”We could always share the news together. I think she’d fall over in shock.”[/color] Drake gave Nolan a pat on his shoulder. [color=greenyellow]”But enough teasing. Do you want to go talk to Lady Camilia? Purely platonically as you would put it. I imagine speaking to her more than a single opportune moment would be nice, no?”[/color]

But before he could get an answer, a spectacle unfolded before Drake, and the rest of the gala for that matter. The young man Kazumin had assumed a new persona — one aptly named Mr. Kazoo the Skip Meister. It was quite the performance really. Drake found himself softly weaving his head back and forth to the tune of Kazumin’s beat. The way he danced lent a rather jovial lift of the spirits. Once it concluded, he would wave at the lad and offer an approving thumbs up in support.

[color=greenyellow]”What an interesting young man.”[/color] Drake commented. [color=greenyellow]”It seems like Ariella has found herself some pleasant company. So I vote we approach the group that houses your soon to be betro-I mean Lady Camilia.”[/color] Was he laying it on thick? Probably. Was he sorry? Maybe a little. Was it worth it? Indubitably.

With that, a brotherly hand sought to guide Nolan from their spot and ushered in the new movements towards the trio of Varians. [color=greenyellow]”I’ll give you first crack at introductions but if you crack I will have to step in you know. Show me that narousis-tinged charm, Nolan.”[/color] Drake smiled, ready to bow and introduce himself as needed.

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