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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Garcian Laflamme

Interactions: Iyen @Apex Sunburn

The steward had remained, both for the opportunity to see the absolute catastrophe of it all, but also to serve Stratya in her needs. She did well enough, in this echelon of society, but she struggled with some of the finer points. It was the way she was, ah, usually so respectful, the etiquette came to her naturally. Her stumblings were to be expected, considering her background. That was why he was here, why Raynor had sent him to serve her.

While two servants Gracian had recruited retrieved and brought mead to Lady Zarai and Torvi each, the steward himself brought forward a vessel for the guard woman of the foreign sea captain, despite the riotous energy at the intersection of the center table and the high table just next to her. Things were reaching a peak, Duke Lorenzo was just now advancing on the high table, Her Highness Princess Anastasia had called her th-… threat, to Lord Cassius Damian. Things seemed like they were about to boil over, but he had a task to complete, and he should be safe doing it, as long as he kept his head down. Taking the position between Iyen and the empty seat of Sjan-dehk, Garcian gently laid down a mug of amber mead, the appearance of which was not unlike a stein full of honey. The consistency was, naturally, much thinner.

“Compliments of Captain Durmand. Behind you and to the left, with the mantle of a boar.” Couldn’t miss her. A beat, and he added, “I believe she thought you were dissatisfied with the wine. Please, enjoy.”

The professional servant would then retreat from the developing scene not far away, reluctant to get caught up. No, he’d rather watch from afar. If he knew the captain’s enthusiasms at all, she would want to make her brother’s mead more known, as well. If he watched carefully, he just might be able to spot more opportunities to advertise as the show went on.

Pokemon Singularity

@Sanguine Rose Regan's a foreigner, so sightseeing sounds good, actually.

Post removal

That's actually all that person did besides a brief introduction post. Ban? IP ban.

Pokemon Singularity

Regan Calhoun

Inventory

GP: 500
Items: Potion x1, Ranger Cap

Roster

#1, Kaebe

Tyrunt ♂, Lv 5, Full HP
Moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Roar, Dragon Dance
Ability: Strong Jaw

PC

Empty

@baraquiel

The little dino buddy was an affectionate one. Regan had to wonder how many of this guy there were. He seemed to enjoy her scratching the tough hide on top of his head, raising his head into the sensation.

One of the others asked about taking a picture with everyone, and Regan nodded along, “that sounds like a great idea! It’ll be good to have something to remember everyone by. I think I’ll like to take a good look at it, after I’ve made Ranger.” It’d be good to look back and think about the long journey, and where it all started. Maybe remember her partner as he is now, small and cute.

The others seemed into the idea, even the haughty girl who’d been very excited about her little fuzzy critter. Did she like electric types? She’d squealed about it earlier, it had been rather cute. Aah, but she’d gone back to composure now. If that was how she wanted to carry herself, that was fine, but it was rather tiresome to the fighter. Upper crust types seemed far too mired in rules for her. Putting her abilities to use in some capacity, especially a helpful one, was far too appealing to her to spend time on frivolous things like different forks and spoons.

“Just tell me where you want us to stand. Right, Kaebe?” She hadn’t stopped petting her dino, who hadn’t stopped liking it.

There was a problem, however. They’d never get the picture done if that one, there, couldn’t get his pokemon to calm down. “Kaebe, go offer shelter to that poor thing. Let’s help those two get along.”

The cute little blue dino looked up at her and gave an affirmative huff from his nostrils, before clomping forward, toward the scampering pair. He would wait for their path to come toward him before he’d give a gentle.. woof?.. trying to get Chespin’s attention. It motioned with it’s head for the pokemon to come to him, and then locked eyes with Archie, as Regan walked calmly up behind him.

“Maybe don’t chase your new partner around, kid. If it’s skittish, you gotta chill out.” She knelt and placed a hand on Kaebe’s back, offering a larger shelter to the frightened grass type. “Take a breath, slowly, deep as you can, and let it out slowly, too. Then try again, calmly. Slowly.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Stratya Durmand

Time: 28th Sola, Evening
Location: Castle Dining Hall
Attire: Military Formal, in Caesonian colors
Boar Mantle of Spring Hunting
Family Dirk + Crest, worn on the right
Swordbreaker, also worn on the right
Interactions: Torvi @Tae, Zarai @Rodiak
Mentions: Iyen @Apex Sunburn, Callum @Helo

The gap in attendance in front of her actually gave her a nice window to hear the discussion surrounding Lord Roman. It wasn’t perfect, she’d have prefered to be closer if she really wanted to listen, but with the closest conversation being the rather quiet pair of ladies two seats down, she didn’t have a lot of auditory interference besides the occasional frequent disturbance. A cough caught her attention, as well, not a casual kind but one that came from, for example, a strong, unexpected alcohol. It was that guard(?) that had entered with - she recognized him now, from the tavern! Aye, aye, she’d seen his name on the list, too. Now that she had the connection to put it to, it all clicked together. Yes, the foreign captain at ol’ Toughy! Right right right.

So, his guard. She’d just gone for a sip of wine, she could see it in her hand, though that was about all she could see. Did she not like the wine? Really? Stratya had a hard time believing the royal selection could be bad, perhaps it was simply not to her tastes? Whatever the case, Stratya saw an opportunity to promote her brother’s business and offer her favorite drink. It helped that her brother made her favorite drink.

Before she could call Garcian over, a voice called her attention.

”You seem like you would be far more interesting company than an empty chair.”

Caught in the middle of a bite of food, the oak of Stratya’s eyes turned to be met with a piercing gold. Certainly, she was more interesting than an empty chair. That would be devastating, otherwise. Before she could finish her mouthful and shuffle over, the woman came to her.

After two years of being a titled busybody, she was finally starting to catch on that she could just relax. The Queen kept telling her to, in so many words, rest on her laurels - just a little - and it was finally starting to click. So, suddenly, the prospect of doing as she pleased and disregarding the strict application of the seating arrangements didn’t seem so daunting. At this point, with the absences so established, it seemed natural.

“And if you are worried about seating arrangements, do not be.”

Her face turned to meet her left hand with her napkin, to dab at her mouth so she might present a clean face. The knight began, “I migh’a been, once,” and she turned to face the woman again, the woman who had come very close, who was leaning down generously. The knight’s cadence slowed, her eyes wandering briefly, “bu’ nae longairr,” her gaze started down the dress - more like she turned into it - traveled up the silver hair, danced briefly around the freckles on her checks, the strength of her brow and jaw, then down her back and over her curves before coming back to her eyes. What stunning eyes.

Was this what high-class flirtation was like? Ooh, the subtlety of it. The woman took a rib off the knight’s plate, and Stratya couldn’t help but watch. The crystal stein of amber to match Torvi’s eyes met the knight’s lips to hide the smile there. Seduced by a rib? Seducing with a rib - it was working, too. Willing to be seduced, the brunette rose to follow the locks of lunar light.

At the same time, Callum rose from his seat. Oh? And, right, that woman still needed a different drink. She motioned for Torvi to give her just one moment, then turned and motioned for her steward to come closer with the same hand. She whispered softly into his ear, pointing out the guard woman, as well as requesting some for her seductress new acquaintances. In that time, she was able to hear much of what Callum said; it helped that they were both standing. That looked like Callum. That voice sounded like Callum, but his words did not. She knew more about him than she actually knew him. Maybe this was some side yet unseen? That struck her as wrong, but she couldn’t say for certain. She couldn’t help but think of how she found him on the ground in the slums, the other night, too.

Orders given, the knight went to take her new seat, when she noticed the shadow hanging out around Torvi’s seat. She gasped slowly, a wide smile of carefully contained excitement curling the noise, “an’ ‘ow did I miss this matchin’ beau’y of a beastie?” She crouched and took a knee for stability, at a respectful distance, before offering her hand, somewhere the large wolf could sniff it without having to move too much. She’d introduce herself thusly, or try to, before seating herself. You shouldn’t push yourself on animals when you first meet them, especially a wolf. Her reflexes were sharp enough that she’d be able to snap her hand back, but she was trying her best to be respectful and make such a consideration unnecessary.

Her mantle was shuffled carefully around her shoulders as Stratya sat again, “my family keeps a pe’ fox, th’ darrlin’. She’s a swee’earr’, she is, named ‘er Zephyrr. Everry tyme I visi’, she trries tae sneak up on me. Sometimes I catch ‘err, sometimes she manages. Sometimes I le’ ‘err, hehe.”

Stratya regaled them, though kept it brief, with a tale of how the fox had been found as a wee kit with nae mama tae be found. “I’d always been taugh’ t’ nae disturb t’ order o’ things. Crrit’ers get ea’en, that’s just ‘ow it is. But, then, the lit’le thing finds me and currls up be’ind me. How d’ya say nae? Not I. It may as well have asked ferr ‘elp.” As she told her story, her hands brought yet more food to her plate, with the occasional bit passing her lips even as she did. A small portion more of those unbelievably tender ribs made it, and Stratya made a point to slow her pace ever so slightly as she kissed the sauce from her fingertips, turning her head to meet her right hand. Her eyes had closed with the motion, and opened again with her gaze aimed for those golden snares as she cleaned the last bit.

Her gaze lingered for a moment, a slight, flirty smile lifting the corners of her mouth as her gaze then turned, sharing her attention across the table - not one to be rude. Her story continued. She had decided to take the fox kit with her, cuddling the little thing in her arms. Her parents had been.. surprised, her mother was less than pleased but her father was interested, and let her keep the critter, after she explained herself. Now, they’ve got a fine member of the family that would even help on hunts.

She took a sip of her mead and sat back with a satisfied sigh, then she looked at the wolf she’d introduced herself to. “T’ two o’ you must ‘ave qui’e t’ interrestin’ tale, aye?” Her eyes flitted over to Zarai, across the table, “aah, but I wouldnae be askin’ ferr a rrepea’, am I?”

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

I thought you were doing really well, but I guess if things are a mess behind the curtain, I wouldn't necessarily see that.

Umbra Rose Condos

Yumi-chan no Yumeiko no Akame no Kami

Location: Mantleville Streets
Interactions: Velvet @Lemons, Rebecca @Massasauga

“Whoooaaa, that's a phone?” This revelation caused Yumi-chan to observe the phone in greater detail - even as she listed off foods - noting how the one surface emitted light and changed appearance easily, like a TV. When Velvet was done on the phone, Yumi-chan remembered that she’d been asked a question. “‘-chan’ is fine by me!”

“You killed them?” She considered it for a beat. This person, who was being so kind? “Must have been trying times.” Akame was a peaceful goddess. Bloodshed wasn’t really something she supported, though to take life was sometimes necessary. That is why food is so important. The joke was a welcome distraction, as was the little info dump on Velvet. Coventry was where she was born, huh? Velvet Coventry. “I see what you mean about a strip club. Or a stage name.” She looked at Velvet for a moment, then shook her head, “don’t do it. You’d ruin your small, cute image. Be a plushie queen, instead, that’d totally work for you.” She nodded, matter-of-factly.

When Velvet explained about cars, the duplicate nodded softly and spoke softer, “yeah. Poor little critters..” She was passingly familiar with those deadly things. She’d encountered enough roadkill on the way here. The look she’d offered the car as it passed was more like a glare.

The question about her age was a welcome one, “My age?” She’d perked up immediately. “Ah, Master. Er..” she looked around briefly, “maybe I should be more careful how I refer to her in public. Eh heh.” Yumi-chan cleared her throat, “a-anyway, ah, age. Yumeiko is.. Mm, four-hundred-n-something? We grow a new tail about every hundred years, right? Yumeiko has five, and Miyuki has nine.”

Yumi-chan then gave the vampire an adoring hug, “you’re pretty cute, for a crockety old lady~”

Umbra Rose Condos

Precisely. I'm cooking up a reply just now, too.

To provide a quick summary, the day has advanced to night. At about dinner time, some kind of Ancient Accord the condominium had with a bunch of gremlins proc'd and now those very gremlins are causing a ruckus as part of a game: catch the most gremlins and get one prize of your choosing from the human world. Miyuki hadn't eaten lunch and got grumpy and stormed off to her room, Yumeiko got pissed that they - oh yeah, the gremlins killed the fridge, so there's very limited dinner - messed with their food and went to go hunt them down. Velvet and Rebecca went to go get some food for Miyuki, and Yumeiko sent a.. kinda dumb?.. copy of herself off to go with them. She wanted to hang out, but also.. express herself.. to the gremlins. As part of the game, the gremlins must not be harmed.

Uuh... I think that's all the important stuff?

Pokemon Singularity

Peak activity Phoenix Wing was crazy.

Rising Stars: A Fairy Tail AU

@Squirrel98

Her hand harp paused. Trinity’s first reflex was that the woman was crying, but something seemed off about that. “Oh!, ah-..” before she started worrying actively, she observed. She wasn’t acting anything like she was crying. No betrayal of any emotion on her face, just a smile balanced between two sources. The hand that had only just started to reach toward Evangeline stopped, and instead lifted to her own lips and chin as she watched the tears, rolling then falling then.. bouncing. “Oh.”

She was attentive during Evangeline’s explanation, nodding along gently while her music faded back in. “Very flexible. The versatility really has to be appreciated.” Karma came by to give Evangeline her mark. When the other young lady went to conceal her tears, Trinity turned her attention aside, spotting the cloche she had made resting on the table. Her left hand came down onto it, shaped to pick up a ball, and as her hand descended, the cloche shrank and rolled into a ball to fit into her hand. It was tossed into the air, where it would hang over her shoulder.

“As a maker magic, Energy Make is really useful. I use it for a lot of everyday stuff, like silverware or plates or whatever when I’m camping. It glows decently, so I can use it as a lantern. It gets brighter if it’s, er.. ‘hot’, but it’s harder to handle, too. I can’t really cook with it, though: if it gets too hot, I can’t hold it together easily. After walking a while, I worked out a sort of,” she waved her hand in a circle in front of her, rotating her wrist, considering how to describe it, “locomotive cushion, to put on my shoes that lets me travel on foot much faster.”

Was that the chef leaving the kitchen? “Er..” She frowned, thoughtful, before she turned to look in her money pouch. She’d given the meal she received to Evangeline. It hadn’t gone to waste, so she’d been alright with giving it away, but now she wondered when she was going to get something to eat. “Is that the cook? I guess he didn’t hear me. _Mnn.”

Little did she know, there was no milk. The recipe she wanted usually called for it, though it could be done easily enough without.