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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Stratya Durmand

Time: 2nd Ignis, day
Location: Charity Event in the Park
Attire: Fine Dress
Boar Mantle of Spring Hunting - the head comes off?
Family Dirk + Crest
Swordbreaker
Interactions: Charlotte @princess, Alexander @FunnyGuy, Mina @Tae
Mentions: Callum @Helo

“What does one do if no one bids on them?”

Stratya tensed with a barely-audible “geh!” and turned to give Charlotte an anxious glance, replying in a soft voice, herself “doan say tha’, I’m up firrs’.”

Though, she had nothing to worry about. The first bid for her went up and she relaxed a little. An older gentleman. She didn’t mind spending the day with an elder. He certainly wasn’t an Elder. Aah, but their wisdom makes them so long winded, isn’t it?

Another bid went up and she had to give the man an intrigued look. Did he want to spar or was he making a crass joke?

Another bid, and Stratya was relieved. Looks like she was a good opener for the event, after all. By chance, she glanced at Alexander, the man running the show. Was he satisfied with the bids? Disinterested? This was for charity, after all, none of the money would be going to the Black Rose or his own pocket. His affiliation was all the more reason to watch him.

That old man came back with a bid for 50, and the Captain turned her head back to the audience, surprised. He wanted the date that much? And– what else had he said?

“Someone’s more popular than anticipated.”

There had been something about Alexander that she couldn’t quite pin down, but whatever it had been.. perhaps she’d imagined it. It was gone, now. “‘s a bi’ flat’erin’, I mus’ say.” She was getting used to having gold, herself. To think someone would spend– seventy gold on a picnic date with her. Sure, proceeds went to charity, but still!

A hundred gold!?

That older man was determined. Yet, what was that he’d said earlier? “She’s mine”? Hmnn. Well, she’d do it for charity. She could handle herself, if he tried anything. Besides, perhaps he’d just gotten fired up during the bidding process. There had been a few enthused participants.

Captain Stratya Durmand brought herself to Lady Mina, to await her date with the older gentleman who’d won the bid. “Tha’s qui’e well, f’r t’ firrst o’ t’ day, eh?” She wasn’t being conceited, no, simply celebrating the successful start to the auction. “‘undrre’ gol’s a lo’ o’ food, an tha’s jus’ t’ starr’.” They would have much and more gathered by the time the auction was over, at this rate. However, now that they’d put some money together, the Captain found herself wondering about the little details. Hmm.. there wasn’t any way she’d be able to talk to the Prince about it today. Or likely tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow evening.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Stratya Durmand

Time: 2nd Ignis, day
Location: Charity Event in the Park
Attire: Fine Dress
Boar Mantle of Spring Hunting - the head comes off?
Family Dirk + Crest
Swordbreaker
Interactions:
Mentions:

Somehow or other, she’d been convinced to wear a dress onto the stage. At least it wasn’t one of those frilly, overdone things that she’d have to be careful wearing, lest she damage the garment somehow. What she wore wouldn’t seem out of place in an upscale tavern. A bright red, two-layered skirt with a slit up the front left let a high leather boot peek out from underneath. Though the hem of each layer was beautifully decorated, the longer, inner skirt was more elaborately so. The artwork on the fabric disappeared beneath the hem of the shorter, outer skirt, where the pleats and folds had only a modest decor to display. The leather piece around her waist provided her with a place to fasten her daggers, and a thick leather strap on her hip held a satchel and canteen. A simple white, shoulderless blouse with very puffy sleeves sat beneath the mantle she had worn to the banquette. It would seem the head that had accompanied the mantle could be removed? Handy.

Stratya Durmand knew a thing or two about having a good picnic. As a lass, it was not infrequent that she’d go out onto the scenic plains and find a good hill to have a meal atop. She’d stare out and watch the wind sweep over the grasses and flowers, feel it through her hair, smell the sweet scents carried from across Vermillion’s sweeping fields.

She knew what made a good picnic basket, too, naturally. The Knight Captain had, of course, prepared her basket with plenty of homemade goods.

She heard her name, announced loudly for the audience, and brought herself forward, into the center of attention. “Thank you, Mr. Deacon, Lady Blackwood."

Callum made his presence known before she could continue. To her concern, he climbed on top his carriage, but managed not to take a spill from there. That was a relief. He was supplying the gathering with liquor, which was the kind of charitable act she'd come to expect from the prince. Such was well, alcohol was known for loosening purse strings

"Aye, happy Drrunkard's Day! ‘ow’s t’ lo’ o’ ya? Better nao wit' a bit o' frree drrink, aye?" She had herself a chuckle, smiling warmly before she offered her name, "Knight Cap’n Strra’ya Durrmand. I ken a good picnic, so I’ve gone an’ whipped up a nice basket full o’ ‘omemade goodies. And m’ brrother’s mead. T’ otherr ‘alf tae good picnicin’ is t’ rreyt spo’, an’ I’ve go’ a few ideas in mynd.”

“Ooh, bu’ one thing at a tyme. In me basket, we’ve go’ plen’y of ‘omemade goodies, from brreads an' crrackers tae jams an' cookies. I’ve smoked some mea’s and bough’ some fyne cheeses. Perrfect f’rr a nice si’ down on a hilltop, or by a li’l brrook in t’ woods.”

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Oof, that sounds awful. Waking up once at an odd hour is bad enough, it sounds like you're just not really sleeping. Rough time getting back into a work schedule, is it? I usually wake up at odd hours when I'm trying to move my sleep schedule, myself.

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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

@Remram

Regan caught the edge of the toppling shelf unit and was pushed back to the wall as it continued the rest of its fall. “Ow.. heavy..” she shook out her hands as her Tyrunt emerged from the mess.

“Hey, good job, Kaebe.” The aspiring Ranger reached for a ball, but saw the pokemon rouse before she could retrieve one.

“Ah-” before she could get anything else out, the Magnemite let loose on them and made a break for the door. Regan tried to chase it, calling to her pokemon to follow, but they were both just a little tingly. Regan tripped, but caught herself on the nearby wall. Though his mouth was rather numb, Kaebe still found himself able to move without stumbling. He chased after the floating metal ball, out into the hall.

Regan, for her part, looked back at the toppled shelving unit and grimaced. She’d have to come back later to put it upright again. In the meantime, she took just a brief, brief moment. With her hands and legs grounding her, she started to feel more stable. She focused on gathering her strength again before rising to her feet and bolting out the door, taking the same turn she’d seen Kaebe take. She’d have to catch up.

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Post coming out today~

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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

@Remram

Ah hah! A magnemite! Strange that it had found its way here. Must have gotten lost, and holed up in here when it found out there was food. If she let it run away, it could just hide somewhere until she eventually goes away. She might be able to hunt it down again by having Kaebe track it, but she had to wonder how well he could track a metal pokemon.

She reacted quickly, already running for the door, “Kaebe, Tackle! Don’t let it out!” No roaring. This was an apartment complex, she’d disturb the whole building. She, herself, ran to block the door, as well, hoping Kaebe would be quick enough to intercept the metal ball. If not, they’d have a chase on their hands. She supposed chasing it away could be counted as a success, it would likely go and find s.. somewhere else to hide and suck the juice from.. but at least she’d be able to tell this complex she’d solved the problem. She’d rather not solve this that way.. And besides, Magnemite was a sturdy Metal/Electric Pokemon. It would be handy for handling electrical disasters.

“Can you grab it in your mouth? Hold it still so I can catch it.” She pulled a Pokeball, getting ready for Kaebe to hold the Magnemite for her.

A Heathen's Desires; F for Any.

We keep dancing but never getting to it.

Edit: Wow, that was... 20 hours ago. That'... 6 am? I have no excuse for this grammar.

Umbra Rose Condos

Pokemon Singularity

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

@Remram

Just some bog-standard bird Pokemon up here. “Hmm. Maybe it’s something up here besides a Pokemon? Something that would be of interest to a trainer.. I can’t imagine it would be some kind of item. Must be a pokemon, right? Or maybe a viewpoint.. We’ll check it out later, Kaebe. Maybe whatever it is will turn up. Now that we’ve swept the building, let’s look in the basement again.”

On the elevator ride back down, she crouched in the elevator and gave her cute little dino a lot of pets and attention. There was a rhythmic thumping against the side of the elevator as it descended, from his wagging tail.

Very dog.

The pair reentered the basement, and Regan went to the box that had been suspect. Even she couldu smell the burnt, but perhaps Kaebe could smell something more peculiar? Some kind of pokemon that wanted something to do with the electricity. Probably an electric type, if it wasn’t already done in by the potent electrical current.

"Whatcha smell, boy? Any Pokemon?" She lifted her chin to point forward, at the breaker box.

🗡 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, Alibeth @princess, Wulfric @Silverpaw
Mentions: Killian @Oso, Drake @Lava Alckon, Genevieve

The friendly voice drew her attention, a welcome salve in the face of the even building tension in the room. Torvi, sat in the seat next to her own rearranged seating. Herself, she’d yet to resume her seat. She smiled at the soft tone directed to her, turning her attention to the witch huntress, “ack, naaee, I’m made o’ sterrnah stuff ‘an tha’.” Aah, but then Killian spoke to her. He used a peculiar-sounding name that drew Torvi’s attention away quite effectively. Perhaps that was just as well, Stratya’s mind was dwelling on the Queen, and this spectacle she seemed to have put together.

Alibeth, apparently, relished in all this, just as the King beside her. Stratya turned to look at the woman in chains behind her, studying her for a moment, before her eyes turned back to the Queen. She had said violence? What violence? It could have been violent, there could have been poison.

Geneveieve. Understanding the conditions that Victoria’s staff must face, Stratya understood the need to let off a bit of steam. Did she think that tampering with the drinks at a party was a good way to let off steam? Nae, that’s a daft one, it is. And to use magic to do so. Even so, this display? Was all wrong.

Prince Wulfric had reappeared, and offered a drawling observation. She recognized that saucy attitude..

He was about to do something.

She waited for Wulfric to come to his seat and take it, but he never did. Instead, the Crown Prince stalked his way thence to come behind Alibeth. As he did, Stratya went to take her seat, but she stopped as she heard him reveal to the room that The Queen cast magic in his presence, even as he lay his hands on her shoulders. Somehow, tensions had just gotten higher. Though to the casual observer, he’d just thrown his mother to the wolves, the intent of his words portrayed something else.

This sort of bold maneuver needed support, but something else tugged at her, first, “When I ‘ear ‘witch’, y’know what kind o’ magic I think of? T’ kind that would le’ her rreach into yerr head and scrrape yourr though’s, t’ kynd tha’d le’ ye inject rrage into a perrson’s soul and se’ ‘em off on a whim, the kynd tha’d–” something caught in her throat. She took a quick swig of water or mead, it didn’t matter, “tha’d make ye terrn yer blade on y’ kin. Tha’s t’ kind o’ thing tha’ word brings tae me mynd. Changed t’ colour o’ a table cloth?”

Stratya resumed her seat, then. Getting worked up wouldn’t help anything, she had to stay calm, “comparred tae all these other magical fea’s, Majesty, changin’ t’ colour of a thing scarrecly seems cause f’rr concerrn, especially in ligh’ of t’ Queen’s efforts on be’alf of t’ Kingdom. Hones’ly, I’m not rreally su’prrised ‘err Grrace c’n cast a lit’le thing orr two. ‘err Majesty ‘as been spearr’eading th’ Kingdom’s magic ’untin’ efforts, and it’s a poa’ ‘un’err tha’ dunnae learrn o’ their quarry. So she knows ‘ow tae cast a lit’le magic. Suppose, even, she is a witch. Wha’ is she doin’ with tha’ knowledge, tha’ abili’y? ‘untin’ magic, f’rr t’ Kingdom. Is tha’ nae boon? Is that nae service tae th’ Gods?”

That gave her an idea. “this woman ‘ere.. Y’ Majesty, t’was said i’ was an act o’ violence against us, but t’ mos’ violen’ thing I saw come of t’ drrinks was someone fallin’ frrom t’ stage. ‘is ego migh’ be brruised, bu’ ‘e’s foyne. This waywarrd woman ‘erre,” Stratya motioned over her shoulder, “'oo made t' alcohol strronger, nae drrug, nae poison, nae violen' intent, needs dirrection an’ perrpose. The full punishmen' o' t' law, for witchcrraft, is death, 'at's trrue, but I dunnae think tha's th' anserr, 'erre. My ‘unt f’rr evil would seek moa knowledge. Perr'aps knowledge she 'olds could be useful to me? I woul'nae waste th' opporrtuni'y.”

The knight looked at Torvi, then, for a moment, speaking softly - to herself, really, "aah, but perr'aps I 'ave found knowledge, alrready..?" She took a swig of her mead before turning back to the Prince and Queen.