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I'm happy anytime I get paid for something besides labor.

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Regan Calhoun

Inventory

GP: 500
Items: Potion x1, Pokeball x10, [E] Ranger Cap

Roster

#1, Kaebe

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

PC

Empty

@Zapdos

What the fuck was he doing? Sitting on the counter and making vague threats? Regan’s head turned slowly to her.. acquaintance.. with utter disbelief. In the future, this was going to reflect on her quality as a Ranger. This would absolutely not do. She could not associate with some street brute.

She took a breath and turned her attention to the receptionist, “a moment, please.” It might be time for all her physical training to manifest.

Her attention returned to her acquaintance, “David,” her tone was sharp, “since when do people perch on countertops like some vulgar thug? Get down, apologize, and wait outside. Or don’t, actually. I’ll handle this myself, you can find someone else to make a menace of yourself with.”

She waited.

And then turned back to the receptionist.

“Let’s try that again. Where were we- oh, right, ‘I’d hate for other staff to see someone so out of place and unofficial. The complex should probably hire me officially, right?’”

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Mythical, Heretical Apocalypse

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That's not what Steph would say

🗡 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: Rohit @Helo, Farim @Lava Alckon
Mentions: Nahir @Rodiak, Kira @Potter, Anastasia @princess, Drake, Zarai, Hafiz, Nadim, Kalliope @Tae, Torvi, Alibeth, Gideon

Her seat faced the incident, so she’d seen most of it unfold. Nadim had already leapt onto the table by the time she could observe. Truly, that beautiful hound had been handled poorly all around. Poor thing. Rohit’s apparent familiarity with Nadim was a welcome balm. She smiled softly, seeing the two get along, though her gaze only turned aside for a moment. She wasn’t done with Hafiz. Not yet.

It seemed Hafiz had quickly turned his corner of the table against himself. Stratya wasn’t the only one to admonish him – but one presence, in particular, hadn’t escaped her notice: Nahir – not one who had admonished the man, but had been the first to interact with Nadim in the incident. It could be argued she’d incited the incident, but she had only reacted to a creature suddenly upon her. Such a reaction was one Stratya had a hard time blaming her for.

An inquiry naturally followed: why had Nadim jumped onto the table at all? Was it really poor impulse control? It didn’t seem so. On the contrary, Nadim appeared well-trained, judging by his interaction with Rohit. Certain commands excited him, yes – but he didn’t seem the sort to run off without prompt. So what happened?

While Rohit entertained Nadim, Stratya's focus was on Kadir. Farim’s words about ruling through fear prompted her to reexamine the man her gaze had pinned down. The timing of his use of the word “pet.” The quiet command issued to a servant. Nahir’s trembling hand as she reached for Kira’s. Kira’s earlier, spiteful words. It all painted a certain kind of man.

The kind who played chess with lives.

Kadir had made a move, and now it was her turn. Better not sleep on it. She turned to Rohit, “y’rre familiarr wit’ Nadim’s masterr, then? Hala, was i’? Aye, tha’d be a rreyt rrelief, if y’ could mynd ‘im ‘n ge’ ‘im back to ‘em.”

She’d intended to invite him to sit in one of their empty chairs, but a sound caught her ear – metal. Not the drawing of a weapon, but rattling. Like a flail, or –

Captain Durmand turned as the doors of the hall opened. Suddenly, Hafiz was the least of her present concerns.

She leaned slightly toward Rohit, whispering with a certain underlying urgency, her eyes scanning the banquet table, “perr’aps y’ go fin’ ‘is masterr, ‘en. There’s also a sea’ on tha’ end open.” She managed to get him the invitation, anyway.

Rohit seemed gentle. Perhaps she could spare him from the scene about to unfold, or at least Nadim from being anywhere near the Grand Vizir. If the doctor meant to sit across from her hadn’t arrived by now, perhaps he wasn’t coming.

The man with the chains must be one of the Queen’s witch hunters. The only one unaccounted for was Killian Hale. He carried quite the presence. Stratya had heard tales of those consumed by fury – who lived through it, only to become a smoldering remnant of what once was, even visited some with her father when she was little. That was this man. And yet, he stood, carried himself differently. Whether his fire had died and rekindled anew, or simply never burned out, this man's rage still burned.

The sound of chains affected some more than others. The woman with the foreign captain, for instance, seemed particularly unsettled. Something about the man suggested he would not be admonished for bringing such chains into the hall. Lady Zarai had openly berated Duke Lorenzo earlier – would her bravado hold here? Stratya hoped she wouldn’t need to rescue a drunken fool tonight.

Into the banquet hall, the witch hunter dragged a servant from the Edwards’ estate – the same one who’d given Stratya a dummy recipe. Close in taste, reasonably strong, but not what she’d drunk at Drake’s party. Lord Drake, who allowed only a flash of shock to cross his expression before he leaned slightly to consult his father.

Her confrontation with the Grand Vizir, it seemed, had reached an interlude. She wanted to return to the beautiful woman waiting by her seat. Hopefully, she could draw things involving Nadim to a smooth close, with Rohit 's help.

She gave the man a small, subtle motion of her head to proceed, her voice low, “I shoul’ be ‘erre f’ this.”

With that, she made her way toward her seat. A little giggle, followed by a sharp shnort, caught her attention. She paused, mentally confirming what she’d heard, then turned – watching as the Princess spun away, muttering something about things getting weird. Weird? Did she… think this was a sex thing?

Maybe that was easier, for now.

Her eyes flicked to Farim. It looked like Stratya wanted to say something, but her gaze shifted to Killian. Not the time. She returned her eyes to Farim with a communicative grimace as she began to turn away. If she was right – and she was fairly certain she was – this could get unpleasant. Anastasia was avoiding the truth of the matter entirely, which probably wasn't healthy, but perhaps it would come up again later.

Turning from Farim, she continued around the table and to her seat.

Killian reeked of danger. Stratya doubted Genevive would escape unscathed. It pained the knight, but what could she do now?

The lawful punishment for witchcraft was death – any magic, even a prank. The crime hadn’t been violent, and Stratya had the authority to be lenient or harsh. Perhaps she could have used the woman for information, or a new set of hands under her command. Something somewhere she could be watched closely. This man moved with an intensity she preferred to save for combat with a hated foe, and the Captain was sure he had no such merciful intention.

Was that how Killian’s flame was fed?

Her gaze found the Queen as Stratya came to her seat, seeking for a reaction that had likely already passed.

Genevive was certainly to be punished, but whatever this man had in mind seemed like it would be too severe – too violent, for what had been a non-violent offense.

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Regan Calhoun

Inventory

GP: 500
Items: Potion x1, Pokeball x10, [E] Ranger Cap

Roster

#1, Kaebe

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

PC

Empty

@Zapdos

Aah, Faye would not be joining them. A shame. They’d meet up later, she said, but if nothing else, they had each other’s phone numbers. Seemed like she wanted to spend some time with a Snubbul that had appeared. Regan hadn’t noticed it, but it seemed it had turned up in their photo, and further, it seemed to be someone’s. It wore a bow.

At any rate, she and David proceeded without their photographer friend. The apartment complex was a rich place, if.. tasteless. What was with this kind of design? She’d seen it done before, but somehow, this building seemed so much worse. Maybe it was the lack of any other direction in its design? So much black and white, too. “Was the artist color blind? A Growlithe with an artistic flare?”

Regan entered the building (likely with David?), finding only more terrible design inside. Were those places intended for sitting? She couldn’t imagine how you were supposed use that chair, or that couch. It looked.. complicated. A voice drew her attention away from the interior design.

If the receptionist wanted to be a catty bitch, she could play, too. She approached the receptionist's desk, Kaebe walking beside her. “I’d hope not, this place has no personality. I hear you’ve been having power issues? I figure you either need a new maintenance team, or it’s a pokemon issue. I know a real easy way to fix a pokemon issue.”

Her Tyrunt settled under her hand, and she pet him idly.

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Yumi-chan no Yumeiko no Akame no Kami

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

Showing her neck to a vampire? Yes. Was her neck full of blood? .. No. Yumi-chan definitely did not smell like blood. As far as bodies went, hers was rather flimsy as a disguise. It would fool a human who relied mostly on quick visual examinations, but a close look would reveal small flaws. No veins, for instance. Her external geometry was all there, but she was just a bunch of magic power, underneath the fleshy appearance. Perhaps, if Yumeiko had given more attention to her copy on creation, it would have been more elaborate, but her focus had been elsewhere.

War? “It’s been a long time since the warring period. I only remember a little of it, but it seemed like some of those guys had fun? M.. maybe that’s a little different.” She’d never considered how much guns changed the face of war. Never had to. She just remembered the way warriors and samurai would engage in what could be described as ritual combat.

“I remember there was one battle, in particular. The two sides of the clash each had a lot of older warriors who couldn’t see at night, so when dusk came and they were having a hard time seeing each other, they called a ceasefire. I don’t know who the woman who went out on the boat was, but she held up a white fan and issued a challenge to hit the target with a bow. Well, someone did, and both sides cheered.” She looked to Rebecca as she finished her story, and got the feeling it had missed the mark, “not like that, huh?”

Anyway! “Ah, y-yeah, Alviva’s a pretty name! Why don’t you go back to it? Lots of documents to change? _{Here, I can carry one of those..}” Yumi-chan held out her hand to take a bag from the soldier woman who gave her a funny feeling to look in her eyes. So she didn't.

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Here, have something relevant. He doesn't say what period of Japan. I'm assuming Sengoku.

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Work's been knocking me around, but today feels good. I'll run a bath after my shift this morning. I've got a post started, I just got a write the rest of it.

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Lunar sends his regards