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A simple rice porridge hailing from the whimsical land of nunoland.



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Madam Envy
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Location: Shadowell Grounds: Seat T -> Shadowell Manor Front gate
Skills:N/A
Hit Points: 6
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Madam Envy cleared her throat for a second as a she tried to take control of her coughing. The woman mentally scoffed at the masked devil's comment, interpreting it as a form of pity. And Madam Envy wasn't about to get the appearance of a frail middle aged lady in a lot most probably composed of her juniors. She rather blames the weather for her reoccurring frailness, as opposed to her tobacco habits that may have already started taking a toll on her. But among anything else right now, she could really use that water.

Unfortunately for her, their request fell on deaf ears. Envy at least returned the man's polite gesture. He was civil enough to be concerned, she'll at least give him the pleasure."Charmed. You may call me Madam Envy."her eyes glimpsed at the people next to him, and wondering why one prefers mounting the other where there are enough seats to sit on. It's their own personal business, she thought, Envy is not one to judge after all.

"I say, the service here is quite substandard so far." the woman made herself comfortable from her seat. "The poor choice of waiting area, faulty transportation system, a woman being shot in the air for us all to witness, " she slowly shook her head mockingly "And they cant even fulfil a simple request of water." she quips, of course she's well aware that they're technically prisoners in decorated disguises.

Madam Envy briefly noticed the 'woman' who would sit next to her. Looking much more closely, she's confident enough to tell a woman in a dapper suit. Could say she's well versed with a woman's figure, being one herself of course, among other factors. Nonetheless, She didnt seem to care about her presence and Madam Envy is not about to engage in the first move and returaned her attention to Justice Cobalt. But as they arrived the Manor it looked way grander than Madam Envy initially envisioned, very much enthralled by the gorgeous architecture momentarily ignoring the man who addressed them after their arrival.

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Location: Shadowell Manor Front gate. Seat T .
Skills: Dexterity
Hit Points: 6
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Madam Envy wasnt doing any good from where she's sitting. Despite the commotion happening behind her, she couldn't keep herself from coughing. That's to say she's currently having one of the worst coughing fits she had ever encounter. It never happens often, not in this type of weather at least. The atmosphere, the commotion and among other things were likely the contribution to her inconvenience. Never the less she tried to get up on her seat, and raced to a safe spot, but the coughing was too much for her.

She felt the force of the explosion just a few seats behind her, taking a short peak she saw the rubble behind her and just farther, what remained of the unfortunate passenger. She leaned on the chair, relieved at the idea of evading death with just a couple of seats between them.

Now on to the matter of her coughing, she was trying to control it, at least. She rummaged through her purse and picked a few mint leaves, she could sniff the soft aroma as she opened the small packet. Chewing on them, and accompanied by deep breaths through her shawl, it somewhat did give her the relief that she needed, at least for a while probably.

As she was about to calm down from the episode, Madam Envy jolted a bit as the chairs, in all their curios engineering , started moving! Madam Envy was bracing all the way as the contraption budged, "What in the name of..." The now horizontal seated contraption relaxed. At this point if an exploding chair, a flying body and her coughing hadnt killed her, a heart attack will certainly will, Eka help her."And to think the fireworks show still hadn't come to an end." she muttered in weary sarcasm. She heard Owen calling out to take their seats, for they were on the way to the mansion. Today has been, exceptional and baffling least to say. And thinking that the night hadn't been really started yet, Madam Envy's feeling of hurry then shifted to some slight caution. Now all this stressful pondering was making her throat itch again.
Madam Envy
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Location: Shadowell Manor Front gate. Seat 4.
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Madam Envy had an amused look under her ornamented mask, her head shook slowly from side to side. As if the earlier display of politeness and manners had been inevitably lost along the way it seems after being denied by their simple request. Amidst the trivial muddle, Madam Envy turned her stare back to her earlier observations, looking across to the conductor who was now exchanging words, with curious and suspicious intentions Madam Envy could only reckon. None the less she should speak no more, adding to her breathing difficulty and as to not make it seem that she's involved in this petty and idiotic rabble.

Her perceptions lead the sound of hooves approaching from a distance, though the chatter amongst the guests made it difficult to discern where it was coming from exactly. More guests perhaps. Or probably an addition of guards. Good, she thought, hoping that it would be the latter just what they need to keep things in order around here. Not like they need any more entitled dunces to add to the petty quarrel. Amidst Madam Envy's personal musings, she bolted upright from her relaxed demeanour at the sound, turning around and shifted promptly to shock and confusion when her attention darted towards the sky. But more specifically to the object that so happened to fly above spectacularly by their very eyes her eyes squints at the person still strapped to her seat. Her face drew into a mix of confusion, amazement, shock, slightly half from hearing the nonchalant reactions from the others. "By Ero's rigid prick, am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" With this junk for a vehicle, no matter how quaint it may seem, they might expect to lose a few limbs along the way after all.
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Location: Shadowell Manor Front gate. Seat 4.
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Madam Envy was settling in her seat nicely, taking mild comfort in the young conductor's remark, her mask steadily looking ahead and disregarding the people that passed her by. The coolness had remained heavy for her breathing, yet still being able to manage for now. It's nothing that never happened before, although not as common as she would want it to. For this reason, among many more, is why she hated the cold.

From her view she caught sight of an interesting exchange between the woman in front of her and the man on the first seat. She watched and listened, but found herself unconsciously drifting to a dear and personal memory a long time ago. This put a subtle smile on Madam Envy's face, unnoticeable thanks to the mask that conceals her. At this moment Madam Envy noticed the young conductor watching the first three passengers before her intently, while his eyes would dart over to the guards on horseback. Could they be suspicious by the mere exchange, she wondered. Where they expecting a dispute? Regardless, Madam Envy ignored them, and possibly the prospect of trouble that could come their way. The man with a beaked mask had finally voiced his decision, in a way that is almost comical to her "Well, so much for that." Her tone was idle, yet playful " Now we may never know where that intriguing exchange could've lead."

After a moment, Madam Envy noticed the cold becoming unbearable , and breathing had became quite difficult. She held tightly on the bars of her seat, as she carefully levelled her breathing, subtly as she can to not alarm those who might see her minor agony. She'd try her best to keep it up, at least until they reach the Manor, away from this blasted cold.
Looking forward to it!
Same. I'll probably have one up this weekend.
Madam Envy
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Location: Shadowell Manor Front gate. Seat 4.
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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It hadn't been long but the wait has been grinding on Madam Envy's patience. If it werent for the stiff cool air she could tolerate waiting until midnight even. Inhaling the coolness made her chest heavy, despite being covered by her shawl and a mask. Then she instinctively for her leather purse, rummaging through it's meagre contents she reached out for a small intricate case. It seemed expensive yet worn out and quite rusted after many years of usage. Opening the small case Madam Envy picked one out of the eighteen pieces of cigarettes lighting it up through the 6 to 7 inch mahogany holder, inhaling it through the narrow slit of her mask, taking comfort against the cool stagnant air, shamelessly and without a care the world.

While they stood there for the time being waiting for the rest of the guests, Madam Envy discreetly eyed the ones that made it in the gate with crossed arms, cigarette hanging in the air with one hand in a relaxed fashion. Her eyes staying for a short moment, one by one she would meet them, either judging under sharp scrutiny or merely regarding them basely from what they chose to wear. For now the people behind the masks did not interest her but rather the clothes that adorned them. So far she has yet to be impressed except for the one woman who had almost left no room for the imagination with that dress, just plainly alluring at best, the rest was in between the range of pleasant to obviously lacking. So far none any fits the Madam Envy's queer and unconventional tastes. If only she had the spare wealth some of the nobles here have in their pockets "I would have substituted this humiliation with an extravagant ensemble, at least." She said to herself, whiffing another breath lazily from her stick, a thread of smoke escaped from her masks holed lips.

The whistle made Madam Envy turn her attention to the source, and in the background she more people revealed themselves from the bushes. For a second there she thought it would've been something else, something sinister. Then followed by another strange sound from a distance, not from a man this time but from an odd machinery. As it came up Madam Envy noticed the lights that flickered along with the sound, she had seen such lights but not in this manner. It came into her full view of what it was, it was unlike anything she had ever seen but never the less it caught her attention, mainly at how odd and fantastic it is. That being said, she was undecided weather to trust it or not.

Never the less Madam Envy dropped the depleted cigarette on the ground and made her way to the seats. "I hope this thing is guaranteed to take us there in one piece, boy." She idly said, meaning it as a slight quip, as she passed by the young driver, then over to the two guest and settled herself behind them.





"Of course." Theodoro gave a gentle nod, her mother being candid as ever. He continued to keep his eyes on the crowd observing every new guest that entered the great halls of Cheateu de Monfort. Socialising became more of an obligation to him than a pleasure. He didnt like that he had to make an image of himself, instil this imposing and respectable aura on him with fake smiles and hand shaking.

But people expected that from him, they wanted to see another version of his father leading Vertiron to glory. Else the the other nobilities will swarm over the throne like bees on a honey, vying for control over it. And that would only bring chaos to within the court than anything positive. Plus his dear mother will greatly refuse it. The major reason why he still stays was his great effort to save her a big disappointment of a son.

The first of the high esteemed guests had arrived, one would most notably be Usamolia's Prince Rahman and Princess Pari. "An honor to have you both here" Theo stood to really notice the woman's petite height, she truly caught his surprise when the Princess reached out a tiger cub from a basket. The King certainly was not expecting to receive such a... unconventional gift.

His eyes widened when he carried the cub with his hands, a mix of caution and confusion drawn to his face. "It's.." the little thing met Lal's round eyes as he let him settle comfortably in his arms, his heart skipped a beat. "Thank you for giving me such an honourable gift." he said "I will make sure Lal will be personally cared for by yours truly." He gave Pari a genuine smile, quite a rare gesture from the king. Theo regarded his mother's comment, "Did she now?" Theo has always been slow on taking social hints, and especially of the intimate nature.

Theodoro has became quite busy with the guests as more of them came to the throne. He met a man that stood with uncanny grace, shaking his hand as if they were comrades that met on the streets, but did not really mind it. He learned that his name was Sir Honeycutt, quite a dashing gentleman he is. Then followed by an imposing young man, by the looks of him he was obviously Lygarthien. The servant gave an introduction to Prince Sigfast Ogmundsson. ""They are Lygatthiens, mother. He corrected, the queen has a preference with the more, civil of nations hence her distaste for them.

The time Vertiron was heated with the Lygarthien people Theodoro was way too young to take part in the affair. At the recent death of the former king, mostly Vertiron's military took care of it, and made quite a poor job at insinuating diplomacy in court. Hopefully a new generation of leaders meant this new age for peace, and as a start Theo had maintained his accommodating pressence to the Grimmrheimr Prince, thanking him for his gifts.

Amongst all the guest King Theodoro find the Euhijan King the most intriguing. Considering a violent history between the two nations, it was the first time they officially set foot on Vertiron soil since the war. There were murmur amongst the Vertiron courtiers, half of them still have not forgotten or forgiven their former King's murderers. If not for the treaty Theo will have all the right to keep them under close watch. But such suspicions is now irrelevant, and Theodoro aims for peace between their nations. And he will do so no matter what it takes.

Theodoro returned the Euhijan King's compliment with a stern nod"Vertiron presents the finest for it's honoured guests" When the king handed to him his gift, Theodoro was at a break. His expression was incomprehensible, his jaw turned tense. The design was ornamentally made, a sword made for the nobility but he was not quite sure whom it belonged to. Though King Liu might have all the right intentions for it, which Theodoro can earnestly respect, it inflicted a rather personal blow on Theo "I appreciate you returning this to us." he said "Though our kingdoms shared a tainted history, I hope henceforth will truly be the new age for peace between us."

Theodoro stayed next to his mother for a while, his boredom is mostly killed by the tiny tiger playfully nipping his fingers. He had not let go of him even at the servant's insistence. As the night went on the later guests had only arrived before the throne, as Theo heard the servant's introductions, he looked over to see a familiar blond haired maiden amongst the crowd, as she moved closer it all became apparent to him. "Alice." Theo bolted upright, Lal still in his arms, as he fazed at the sight of his childhood friend.

Throughout the introduction Theo was stood imposingly, albeit with a tiger cub in his arm, he did not pay mind the words around him even as she spoke, as he was fixated on her, examining her. Alice looked very different, almost as if he's looking at a total stranger to him where in fact he knew her very all throughout his childhood. He nodded and gave Lal to the servant, then received her gifts and still Theo did not leave his eyes off her, but she was not looking back.

Theo glanced at his mother for awhile, he wasn't quite sure but she was giving of a sheer glow than she usual does. It was odd, but quite a nice surprise nonetheless. "You look wonderful today mother." He doesnt usually give her compliments, but today it seemed to be called for. "Have you done something new to your hair perhaps?" the young king could not help but half meant it as a tease. The king shifted his attention back to the guests as one of stood before him, none other than Monfort's very own baron. Theo gave him a restful nod, and thanked him for the simple gift, which he kept it tuck in his breast pocket. Then he observes as he turned his attention to the queen. Theo notices that they have grown close since they first met Pike, at times catching them together talking discreetly almost suspiciously. He did not know how to feel about it, his expression unreadable as ever.

Theodoro nodded at the Queen as she escuses herself to leave, not long he did the same. He went around to further mingle with his guests as per his Kingly duties. He would pass them by whilst exchanging nods, and prompt greetings, all the while glancing every once in a while at the woman's direction. Truthfully Theo was slightly worn out with all these socialising but the guests were always the priority first and foremost, without them Vertiron wouldnt be considered as the highest seat of power after all.


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Florence was partly busy scoping the room as different nobles from different kingdoms start to enter the Chateau. The Astarian dame partly waiting for somebody to finally approach her and be interested enough to talk. The room was rather heavy with all these nobles strutting about, that made her feel personally out of place. Unlike her most of them were born and raised to royalty, with titles already written on their birth certificates and demeanours that befitted them. Florence didnt have that. Instead she grew up in a farm and became a helper to her elderly aunt. Though earning the title by her own right, when it comes to court conventionalities she's quite self conscious about her abilities. With her frilly top hat and a goblet in hand she walked amongst the elite, watching their every move, how they talk, how they carry themselves. The air they display was intimidating, yet somewhat contagious.

Throughout the evening she was mostly observing them, she caught sight of the people that would come in, individually regarding them; An elusive and mysterious woman elegantly strides with the crowd, meeting them with cold glares. Expectedly, the Prince of Astaria is flying solo at this years seasons, Florence would take note of greeting him if ever he passes this way. And of course who wouldnt know of the Usamolian's siblings, Prince Rahman and Princess Pari, who bear tidings to the king in a form of a, tiger cub? Florence was just as shocked as the King when he laid his hand on the animal.

A graceful, handsome man followed after them. His long platinum hair was especially mesmerising. She glanced at one side and noticed one of the patron's helping himself on the beverages. Florence could instantly tell a fellow Bridgmonter, they're not so difficult to notice in these types of parties. Then bright Euhijan colors later on complimented the room, as one the honoured guests, albeit most scandalous, finally set foot on the cheateu's halls. They strode through the halls with such regal air, that Florence never took her stare off them. She noticed the sudden silenced and murmurs as the King entered.
Florence was deeply invested in observing that she barely noticed the man who sat just next to him, and engaged a conversations with her.

"Oh"Florence consciously fiddled with the vibrant feathers of her hat, taking notice and showing acknowledgement at the man's compliment. "Why thank you, good sir. I never expected it to be so, distinctly, ebullient, for you." She gave him an approachable smile, and introduced himself as Sigfast Ogmundsson. "Nice to meet you, I am Florence Reibert." She felt like her flimsy hand would break anytime at the man's grip, but she tried to not show the pain in her expressive face Well Sigfast, that makes two of us. I myself am a first timer to royal gatherings." she said sheepishly, taking another sip of her goblet. "How do you like it so far?" she turned to the man, asking him in a friendly, laid back manner.



@Sierra Of course. I understand.

@ayzrules Great! I would be willing to take two if another volunteers. And just hope we can all get along in keeping this rp afloat. I'll take all the help I can get.
Also, If anyone is willing to volunteer for co gmship, help me move things forward and discuss plots that would be great.
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