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@Jinxer Approved! Having to take a while is fine, and the page looks okay. c:

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The Erubescan Citadel

Cordelia brightened as two Lords- for, oh, they were most certainly lords, not many could dress in such lavish ways- strode into the room, and, immediately, she rose, dropping into a stiff sort of curtsy before the two. She had made sure to wear a skirt for the occasion, a cheerful spring green thing, which she brought up in the proper way before letting it fall and sitting back down.

“Cordelia. Cordelia Vasilisa.” The name rolled cheerfully from her tongue, despite the scandalous connotations it might have brought in some circles. “It’s an honor. An honor to meet you both. Lords Santora and Durmont.” There was something else in her voice, too, besides the cheer. A sort of rushed breathiness, a sort of odd quirk to her voice that seemed to stick even in the presence of such influential figures.

“I’m one of the Alchemists working in the Citadel. One of the leading ones. Not a Knight Commander, but a leading alchemist. Working in the Citadel. It’s a pleasure to have you here.”

It was a good thing that the presentation wouldn’t be starting for a while, or else Cordelia would have been somewhat irked by the next man who burst into the meeting hall, weapons swinging, fingers working a cigarette out of his pockets and lighting it up. The smile didn’t fade from Cordelia’s lips, but she tilted her head in a way akin to that of a curious bird as she took in the obvious Ashlander, the obvious intruder.

“I was not. I didn’t invite anyone like you. Who are you? Why are you here? Inside the Citadel. Inside the Erubesco base. This is a meeting. A very important meeting.” And then the voice of SCEPTRE came online. Because Cordelia hadn’t told a lie about not knowing who the stranger was, she remained dutifully silent, trusting the AI to take care of the little problem if no one vouched for it.

Another Alchemist filtered in, followed by two Knights- one of which made a bombastic entrance, screaming from the very tops of his lungs (something Cordelia didn’t even seem to register, her face didn’t change from that polite smile), and the other dressed in a way that would most definitely draw the eye. Of course, her face was enough to draw the eye as it was, given that it had been plastered over every advertisement for the past who-knows. She addressed the Alchemist first, bobbing her head in greeting, before her eyes drifted to Kora Norrevinter, the gold of her eyes almost seeming to glint in the lighting of the room.

“Knight Norrevinter. You’re just in time. Time for the meeting. The important meeting, discussing research funding. You’re just in time.”

Cordelia glanced towards the entrance of the meeting hall.

Her veins buzzed with anticipation.

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@Rex Nah, it’s fine. It’s nothing that can’t be addressed in canon, like I said.

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Hey, @Rex, I noticed an error in your post. You put that Kora was at the meeting already, when she’s actually somewhere else doing a photo shoot. c:

Also, for clarification, the meeting is supposed to be a funding sort of event (as loosely mentioned by Cordelia in her post, though perhaps I should have clarified OOC, cause I wrote it in a janky way on purpose). Knights, Lords/Ladies, and research staff will likely be there because I thought it was the easiest way to get the current Erubescians interacting, but I’m not sure what Drake would be able to do or why he would be there. Additionally, normally mercenaries aren’t allowed in the Citadel itself, but that’s also something else that’s my fault for not bringing up, and there could be an explanation as to why he’s there. Perhaps we could work something out, like him being hired as a bodyguard for one of the nobles?

EDIT: I’m not asking you to take out him being there, by the way. It can easily be addressed IC, so you don’t have to change your post. c:

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@CommisarJhon Looks good! Approved!

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@Durnehviir I think you missed a Prince in his bio, unless the lady told him that he was a Prince on purpose. I'd also recommend putting which sector he's a Speaker in, that way he its more specialized as to what his exact duties are. Aside from that, consider him approved!

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The Ashland: Epsilon’s House

They had been out there in the gardens since before the sun first breached the horizon, picking away the weeds that had sprouted up between the roots of the crops, watering, harvesting the fruits of their labors.

Mostly Epsilon’s labor, really. It was hard to say that the kid had done much work since she hadn’t arrived too long ago- a few weeks, maybe- but she had done what she could do help, dutifully dragging the watering pail out back at the break of dawn, checking the leaves to make sure that they were healthy and not just rotting away on the stalks.

The kid was a good one, Epsilon thought. Not much for complaint. She’d earn her keep, then stuff herself into her favorite seat, reading some of the old books Epsilon had lying around with the same level of enthusiasm a drunk would suck down a pint of liquor. Care- Caroline had been too much of a mouthful for Epsilon- Care, she’d been working on some ancient human thing for the past couple of days or so, pages all yellowed and beaten. Brave New World, it was called. She’d talked about it a few times after Epsilon coaxed it out of her, in that quiet, toneless voice of hers. There was a sort of caste system in it, she said. The Alphas at the top, intelligent and artificially made to be the best of the best, and at the bottom, the Epsilons. Dumb, senseless brutes, that only did what they were supposed to, because they could think of nothing more.

Epsilon had laughed at that. “Sounds about right.” The kid didn’t seem to think that was too funny, but she didn’t really ever look as if she found anything funny. So Epsilon just assumed that she did and left it at that.

It would be a good while before Care could get her reading time, though. It would be a busy day, seeing that they had to clean and prep the crops. If there was anything spare, that would go to the trading block a few miles away.

On top of that, there was the fact that Epsilon was finally feeling more like herself again. The slashes across her back no longer tore open at the slightest tug, and the pain that came with moving was now just a sore throbbing. She wasn’t at the top of her game yet, but it wouldn’t be long now before she could get back to work.

And, in turn, help the kid finally find her family.

Hefting the bag of greenery over her shoulder, she strode back into the hut, motioning for the kid to do the same. The house was modest enough- more of a shack, really, built against the face of a stone cliff just enough to allow for a pocket of backyard, which Epsilon kept covered with netting to keep the birds out. The stone that made up the walls had been worn down, the tin roof that capped it rusted. There was an outhouse and water pump some distance away, and surrounding the whole place was miles upon miles of dust, scrubby plantlife, and patches of grass.

It wasn’t much, but it was home, and that was good enough for Epsilon.

Dumping the dandelion greens she had picked onto the mottled table inside, she turned to Care, gesturing at the mess. “Start sifting through all that. Pick the heads off. If we’re lucky, we’ll have enough to get some wine to sell off.” Epsilon grinned, a sort of crooked tooth smile, even as Care simply stared back with those glassy eyes of hers.

“Yes, miss Epsilon.”

Deciding to give the “Miss” a pass this time, Epsilon headed outside with a bucket, and set it beneath the mouth of the pump. She gripped the handle, then, muscles working, set to work in filling up the bucket.

It was shaping up to be a productive enough day, by the looks of it.

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The Erubescan Citadel

Cordelia liked her job.

Cordelia liked it quite a bit.

She would wake up at six in the morning, sharp, and clock in. She would slip into her labcoat, greet her coworkers, then either take on a new assignment, or get to work on any that still needed to be finished.

She enjoyed her work. She enjoyed feeling the advancement of knowledge blooming beneath her fingertips, of wrapping her hands around ignorance’s through and squeezing, squeezing down hard until it gave its final gasps of breath and fell still. She enjoyed talking with those like-minded, bouncing ideas back and forth and back and forth and back and bckc and fback andbak adn
It was here that she felt she truly belonged. It was here, that she knew without doubt where she had purpose.

Today, she was preparing for a meeting. A very special meeting. With very special people. With people who could fund their ideas. Her ideas. They could fund everyone’s ideas, and there would likely be a few that would commission yet another breed of hover tiger, but it would be impossible to know what would happen until it happened. Cordelia made sure to take special care in putting together her appearance for today, which would hopefully help sway a few extra dollars that wouldn’t otherwise be sent their way.

She stepped into the elevator at the end of one of the many hallways winding their way through the Citadel, punched in the floor number, and shot upward. A few seconds of the latest in classical music later, Cordelia bounded out onto wine-red carpet and towards the meeting room. This slice of Citadel was designed in such a way to best accommodate visiting wealth; the walls appeared to be some sort of polished stone. Arched windows, latticed with artificial iron allowed for a breathtaking view of the surrounding city- of the haze of clouds drifting along the tallest buildings, and the smaller looking like some charming miniature one might see a toy train sputtering through. Cordelia passed painting after painting of various landscapes and royals as she swept along, only to take a sharp turn right into one of the currently-empty rooms.

The room was just as pretty as the hallway, if not moreso. One side of the room opened up into even larger windows, providing a grand view of the cobblestone paths directly beside the building, and all the tiny figures hurrying along below. The table was of some sort of fine, dark wood Cordelia couldn’t identify for her life, and, locating her seat, sat down and immediately began to bounce her foot up and down as she waited.

After a pause, she set down the stack of folders that she had been clutching onto the table, then returned to her foot-bouncing.

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@CommisarJhon He looks good! There's a few little things that I'd like to mention first, though. In Liberty, gemstones probably aren't farmed or regarded in the same way as they are in Erubesco, as Liberty is all about efficiency, and there likely aren't careers in athleticism. I also noticed his desire to be a warrior is actually quite similar to the Erubescian mindset, but I think it could make for a sort of interesting contrast between him being a member of Liberty and working against Erubesco.
I'd suggest making a few edits and changing the careers of his parents potentially, but other than that I don't really see any glaring problems, so he's approved (though I'd still recommend making those edits, as I said). (:

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@VitoftheVoid Both approved!

@Jinxer That's fine! I'm not gonna ban anyone from being able to join the RP if they have to take a while. I do really appreciate getting updates regarding the situation, though!