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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Location: Queen's Residence, Eldan, Hayll ==> Coach Station ==> The Winds

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She listened to the girl in complete silence. Her piercing white-gold eyes never left the maid's face until the moment she touched her own throat. She understood and smiled gently. She reached up and brushed hair back from Illyria's face. "Thank you," she murmured as the Grey shield fell. Leaving it up too long could draw attention she did not want. "Go, back to your duties." She brought the maids hands up and kissed the back of them before she stood and continued packing for her journey.

About five minutes after the maid left, Jassen came to her door. He had obviously not been chosen to escort her for reasons apparent to all who knew him. However, Fatima had a great amount of trust in the man and to begin with this was his idea. He was coming to check up on her and make sure she had everything she needed. However, he would be surprised to hear her tell him to prepare to leave in ten minutes. She would meet him at the stables.

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Fatima had snuck quietly from her room. A simple pack with her things was slung over her shoulder. Her hair had been tied up and a skull cap placed over her head. She wore a simple moss green tunic, brown leggings tucked into sturdy but worn leather boots, and a simple belt with a couple of pouches attached tightened around her hips. Her breasts were strapped down as well as they could be and still be able to breathe. Her tunic was kept loose over the belt and at a single glance, she might just look like an errand boy. Should anyone inspect closer they would certainly see the feminine details of her face and the body she tried to disguise.

Being a small place with little by way of guards or protection Fatima slipped easily from her home and into the stables. She took with her a single, trustworthy stallion. He had always been sweet to her though arrogant and pushy with others. Jassen also met her there and the pair of humans and horses rose out into the wilds of the world. The pair rode out until she reached a coach station. She arranged and paid for herself, Jassen, and the horses to be carried along the winds toward the destination that the maid had relayed.

For the first time in her life, travel made her nervous. Leaving her home without a Queen seemed utterly dangerous. What if another Queen took advantage? Hurt her people she had left behind before she could come back and help the land she had come to treasure. What would her mother do? A wry smirk quirked to corners of her lips. Probably leave things to rot and die. This was how they had gotten here in the first place. It was a long journey and Fatima eventually fell asleep, despite all of her fretting. Her head rested on Jassen's shoulder as she dreamed of happier times.

In a Devil's Court.

Who knows! The banter between the two will be so much fun!!

In a Devil's Court.

Huzzah!

In a Devil's Court.

@Enzayne I honestly can't wait for Lascivia and Lyria to have a conversation.

Edit - that is if she ends up accepted! Lascivia I mean...

In a Devil's Court.

A Creature of Deep Desires, Demon of Lust (18+ nuances)

^{(This is her true form, only shown when in a weakened state.)}

Name:
Lascivia
Nick Name:
Lassi, Via, Queen of Pleasures
Age:
~200,000 - As long as there have been humans
Sex:
Female... for the most part
Sexuality:
Yes please

The Body

Height:
5'0"
Weight:
135lbs - Generally curvaceous but lithe
Hair:
Black, straight, silky
Eyes:
Bright Gold
Skin Tone:
Reddish, rust tinted
Appearance:
She can be the epitome of what one most desires. However, her favourite state is that of a rather traditional devil. Red skinned, curvy, perhensile and spade tail, and a love of showing off all of her assests. She doesn't necessaily have a favorite style of clothing, simply what feels right or good at any given time. She prefers that her hair be long and silky, the more fun to play with. She enjoys her role and plays it well.

The Soul

Likes:
Pleasure, hedonism, seduction, turmoil or togetherness in a relationship, teasing, children
Dislikes:
Denial of desires, righteousness, salt, mess/dirty/unkempt, bitter flavors, "No", indecisiveness
Positive Traits:
affectionate, passionate, bold, outgoing, witty, sensual, gentle, open-minded, charming, observant, confident
Negative Traits:
demanding, extravagant, impatient, self-indulgent, spoiled, vain, promiscuous, manipulative, selfish, materialistic
Personality:
In meeting Lascivia she is all warmth and affection. She enjoys touch and may brush back hair, caress a cheek, or wrap an arm about someone's waist. She loves presents and gifts in any form and is not likely to turn one down. She can usually be seen smiling and is generally a lovely conversational partner. She jokes and laughs and only wants to see others in a good mood. However, her anger is cold and a tempest. She is never the sort to yell. Low and soft she speaks. Gentle in hand, soothing, pulling one closer to her web. Ensnaring. And she is not above torture.

Speciality:
Charisma, control/persuasion, shape-shifting

Dominating Trait:
Lust, sexuality, desire - See history

Skills:

• Can you take a guess at her first one?
• Getting people to do as she wishes
• Reading desires, needs, and wants - Somewhat like mind reading but more non-specific
• Torture
• Deft with small blades

Brief History:

• She was born... Well, it was quite a long time ago, as far as she can remember. Losing track is rather easy when one has been around a while. For as long as there have been humans there has been Lascivia. At first, she had no name and no form. She was an abstract concept. A being brought to existence through human understanding.
• It was perhaps when human-kind stopped being a hunter-gatherer society and settled land that she began to take forms. She would live among them and feed off of their desire. It is during this time she takes the name Lascivia.
• As time moved on she began to be worshipped in her many forms and she relished the attention and gifts. Now and again she would meet others like her. Some new and young. Some who came to be around her time. And some far older and darker than herself.
• She is the mother to the creatures that become labeled as Incubi and Succubi. In some cultures they were muses. In others, demons.
• A religion of suppression starts to take shape. Lascivia loves the imagery of the traditional demon and starts to take this on. Unfortunately for her, it causes her sort to become abhorred in polite society that is ruled by this religion. But human nature is human nature. She is instead worshipped in the dark. Secrets and quiet. Humans become more creative in their sexualities.
• Lascivia finds it is not just imagery but there are little devils about. Of course, their shapes are many and (for the most part) not at all like the images she has seen in her wanderings among humans. She becomes curious and starts to wander in this country too.
• Upon meeting Morelion she is fascinated by his bearing and interested in what he might do. Her curiosity overwhelms her. She comes to him and pledges her allegiance. How far will this man go? How far will she truly follow?

The Ether

Color Code:
C8A7C3
Theme Song:
In This Moment - Whore
Extra Notes:
(For myself, notes to be updated as we go.)

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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_{Location: Her car in the parking lot
Interactions: none
Color: E0633C}

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Bea awoke to the same schedule she always did. Exercise, bathe, eat, and then drive herself to school. The morning was very uneventful, and she was just fine with that. It wasn’t until she entered the first class and was told to go to the auditorium that things became a bit unglued for her. She never handled unexpected schedule changes very well and now she had to sit with a bunch of people all crowded together. Her body felt stiff as she made the trek from the classroom to the auditorium. It felt like hours before she finally arrived. She sat as close to the doors as possible and held her book bag in her lap, hugging it close.

“Good morning, students,” The Trunchbull – Miss Chamberlain said in her no-nonsense tones that always made Bea shudder. “First of all, I would like to address the appalling and absolutely atrocious behavior my faculty and I witnessed at the Homecoming dance last Saturday. Fist fights, underage drinking, suspected drug use, the involvement of the Palm Beach PD in one particular case. These are not the morals and values we teach and abide by at this school. All students guilty of any of these transgressions will be contacted throughout the day to be penalized accordingly, and I will personally be keeping an eye out for any further mischief from this point onward. If this unacceptable behavior continues to occur throughout the year, I will have no other choice than to declare a cancellation of this year’s Prom Night.”

She hardly paid attention. None of these things were particularly concerning to her and her eyes were glued on that auditorium doors. The sudden whispers and angry notes around her brought her attention back to the present. Having missed what the woman had said entirely, she looked around wide-eyed and nervous. Then she heard something about prom and relaxed a bit. Fuck prom. The faculty would probably do something to fuck that up too.

“Enough!” Miss C declared and just about made Bea shit a brick. The girl was so over this and it felt like her skin was trying to crawl away from her at this point. If she could just go and get out into open air and calm down… “Keep each other in line and there shall be no reason for me to penalize.”

“In other news, I am proud to announce that the Homecoming King and Queen for this year’s…” Her attention was now on trying not to have a panic attack or meltdown or in any way draw attention to herself. Her leg bounced and she closed her eyes. The noises around her made things worse and she clasped her hands over her ears in the hope that she could just make them all go away.

She started to come back to herself toward the end of the drugs and drinking seminar. Blinking she was having trouble understanding the transition. But things had quieted, and she wasn’t nearly so restless. All she knew was that she would most certainly be spending the rest of the day in the art room. Then there was a seminar about the dangers of sex. She rolled her eyes at this. Yeah, yeah, she had already been told all of this stuff already. All in all, it was boring.

Finally, it was over and as she left the auditorium, she was given a little pouch with lube and condoms in it. She stared at it in disbelief as she made her way outside of the building. Just what the fuck was she supposed to do with this? She put it into her bag, not thinking much on it further. Once outside she breathed deeply before going to her truck and sitting in the driver’s seat with the door open. Shaky hands had trouble lighting up her cigarette, but the first inhale of that sweet flavorful toxin made all the tension inside of her go away. For now.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Mona Windrider

Location: The Palace
Skills: N/A

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Mona quickly tucked her hands behind her back and smiled politely. No. No hand-chopping today, please. She watched the baby for a long moment, remembering the times she had played with and cared for the children while she traveled with her people. It had always been a pleasure working with them. She especially loved it when they were wee, tiny little things. So fragile and precious.

She was brought out of her reverie when the babe looked at something. Mona's eyes followed and a voice caressed her ears. "I ain't sure I been lookin for no-one. 'Specially a dead one," she responded in quiet shock. She knew about ghosts and that they could appear to people around the parts. However, she had never expected to actually meet one. It was like meeting the Queen.

Amarantha seemed to have a better handle on the situation, as would be true of someone with military type training. "Yeh be the one droppin all them stones then, eh?" She didn't recognize the name her companion spoke but she supposed it had something to do with the lapis. Stepping into the room she protectively scooped the child into her arms. She wasn't sure what this person was going to do.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: Home ===> Casino

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Bobbi rolled over in bed and saw the blaring red numbers on her alarm clock. 2 pm. "Uhg, early," she mumbled to herself. She snuggled her face into her soft, plump pillows when she heard someone next to her make a moaning morning grumble sound. Her body stiffened and she slowly turned her face to see a rather handsome, muscular black man in the bed next to her.

What
The
Fuck

She slipped out from beneath the covers and found she was wearing nothing but her birthday suit. She quickly pulled on a tank and some undies from the floor. As she pulled the undergarment over her hips the man woke up. He blinked blearily and looked around the room and then at her. He gave her a toothy smile. "Mornin," he mumbled in a deep voice spiced with a light southern accent.

"Mornin," she responded carefully. Coldly.

"Come back to bed." He patted the place next to him that she had just vacated.

"First of all, who dah fuck are ya?" Had her voice always sounded like that? Cajun tones wove their way through her words. Maybe she had just smoked a bit too much last night.

"Jeb, we met at the bar last night," he offered as he sat up in bed, the blankets falling from his deliciously firm torso. "What're you doin in clothes. I'll help you out of them." Had this been any other moment in time Bobbi would have found this absolutely charming and hopped right on.

"Yeah, okay," she said. "How 'bout ya get dah god blessed fuck outta mah house." She began to pick up clothes that had been spread over the room that looked like they might belong to the man and tossed them at him. "Don't ya know dah first rule 'bout one night stands?" The man was thoroughly confused but caught his clothes with a grin. "It's dat yah fucking leave aftah yah blow yah load." She threw the last sock at him and the put her hands on her hips.

"Alright baby girl, I can take the hint." He dressed quickly and made his way toward the door. And by hint he meant sledgehammer. Bobbi followed behind and when they came to the entryway he leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Hope to see you around wild thing." With that he was gone. Bobbi rubbed her cheek and glowered at the door.

"Oi-yeh," she muttered to herself as she scrubbed her hands over her face. "Dis is so fuckin' sad. Alexa, play des-pah-cito."

"Playing Despacito by Luis Fonsi featuring Daddy Yankee," came a woman's voice from beside the flat screen television. Bobbi just about jumped out of her skin. She must have forgotten she had one of those stupid bots. The song started playing over her speakers and she just had to laugh at herself. She danced her way to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee with chicory. She then sat on her couch and lit up a cigarette while she sipped the life-giving blood of the coffee bean. She sang along with the song. When did she learn Spanish? She could understand every word. It was a strange morning to say the very least.

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After a morning of a few other shocks, Bobbi made her way out of her front door dressed to the nines. She wore a black bandeau, cut off daisy dukes, knee high sports socks and a pair of combat boots. Her hair was left in soft curls around her face and reached down her back to stop just above the waistband of her shorts. She had found some sort of weird black belly dancing scarf with a bajillion coins sewn onto it. She had wrapped that around her waist and so she jingled every time she walked. To top it all off, she had actually put some make-up on her face! Having a bit more curve and muscle than she remembered, it made her clothes look much better on her. She enjoyed the way things hugged her frame and her closet had been an absolute trip to go through. She was not looking forward to that clean up later.

The only other things she grabbed on her way out into the wide world was her smartphone, a gift bag, her keys (with a gym card on it, Bobbi had never thought of herself as the type to go before) and a wallet. She shrugged her signature leather jacket over her shoulders. There in the driveway was her bike. Her baby, just the way she always remembered it. Bobbi popped the helmet onto her head and drove off in the direction of the casino.

Inside the establishment, she ordered herself a Coke and Jack double. She had them put in some cherries for her and she carried the drink and her gift bag downstairs into the basement. Quite a few people were already here. The person she wanted most to see was sitting on her father's lap. In general Bobbi did not like children, however, Lexi was an exception. She spoiled the young girl to filth. Sipping her drink she waltzed on over and paused at the delightful picture. Setting the bag and drink on the table she fished her wallet out of her back pocket and produced a twenty dollar bill. "Mon petite cher, youse an artiste in dah making. Propah payment fo' a propah pict-chah." She meant the colorful dinosaur of course. She then handed over the bag to the girl. Inside she would find a little velvet box and inside of that would be a little bracelet with New Orleans themed charms on it.

She then quickly leaned down, a slight act as Bobbi was quite petite in stature, and kissed Jack on both cheeks. "Mornin' Cher," she said in a light tone. She grabbed her drink and repeated the kissing greeting procedure with Casper. She plopped herself in a chair nearby the brothers and proceeded to put her booted feet on the edge of the table to lean backward. She shared more verbal greetings with the rest of the gang but Richard got himself a wink thrown in the mix. The chair now balanced on two legs and Bobbi pulled out her smartphone. One bracelet and ring decorated hand held her drink and the other began to pull up one of the many games she played on her phone.

"Merde!" she growled at the phone as the front legs of the chair came down with a loud thunk. She began a long string of swears in French. It included just what she would like to do to the mother fucker who had thought to attack her town was a grand idea. Wait a fucking fuck. She knew French too? Well of course she did. After a moment she remembered the young girl sitting next to her. Her lightly tanned face paled a moment before her charming, crooked grin appeared and a shade of rose excitement cheered her cheeks. "Excuse mah French." Bobbi pressed her lips together in an attempt not to laugh while her eyes started to water with her mirth.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Bobbi Hobbes Ayita Dyrkin and Richard Laine

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Bobbi felt that it might be a good idea to chat with the girl from the night before. She had been quite emotional and had no support for things she may not have been able to control. She had to admit she did not know the whole of the story. However, she had a tidbit from Mary last night as well as the blow up in the med unit. All she knew was the girl might need someone to unload upon. The effects of drugs, especially on the unwary, could be a damaging thing.

As she moved around the mansion in search of the young woman whose name she could not remember, she paused at an open doorway amongst the dorms. There was the sound of rustling and her curious nature caused her to poke her head inside. What she found was the girl she was looking for but... what exactly was she doing?

"Heyo, wassup lil' lady?" she called out as she pushed the doorway open.

Ayita had been rifling through her brother's wardrobe. Several of his shirts buttoned down dress- for travel and not when she was home- were resting on the bed. Most were in tones of green, black or brown. Darker colors rather than anything flashy. Her talk with Allison had put some things into perspective, but it still irked her. Absently she considered her actions towards Mary and turned them over in her mind. There was no way that little yappy woman and she would ever get along, and Ayita knew if Marygold ever set foot in the Northern territory Ayita considered home as a wolf she would hunt Marygold down and thrash her. Then toss her out of the brush into a city with the clear message of 'get the hell out of my state'.

Hearing a voice call out, Ayita sprang towards the bed and hissed as her shoulder was jarred. Gritting her teeth she looked over at the strange newcomer to the manor. Her amber eyes narrowed as she considered Bobbi. "Lil' lady?" She echoed slightly, her hackles raising as she remembered the way the woman had talked down (up) to her in the medical room in the basement. "Is there a reason you are barging into my brother's room?" If Richard was into this woman, she would strangle him while he was a python.

"Well," she said a bit teasingly, "I could use a button down or two. Seems like a free for all in here." She gave the girl one of her charming, lopsided grins. She was a bit used to strange behavior such as this. Hanging out with drug addicts meant hanging out with all sorts. This animalistic side that Ayita showed as not something to be afraid of but should be used to help her understand the girl better. For starters, it meant she tended to wear her heart on her sleeve. "I kid, I'm not here to take your brother's clothes. I was actually looking to chat with you. I meant what I said back in medical. I want to make sure you're okay. You went through something really tough. And I know it So if you don't wanna talk this second I can at least help you with a bit of thievery. Ain't nothing like a good purloin."

She moved from her position leaned against the door and into the room. Just a little. She touched nothing. Her stance was easy and cool. Not afraid and also non-threatening. Her hands were where Ayita could see them and her vital points obviously unprotected. This wasn't Bobbi's first round with a child who had not learned the manners of the world. Hell, it had taken her years to learn what little she knew. "I'm Bobbi if I never said. Nice to meet ya, by the by."

Ayita raised a brow with a bored look on her face, a look that Richard shared at times. "I may take what I please, you would find him rather irksome." She stated simply, turning back to her task. "Ayita." She replied, her one arm in the sling as she began looking through her brother assortment again recalling Bobbi before. "You said something about my brain and an altered state, do you have a problem with it?" The amber eyes turned to stare at Bobbi, the pupils looking like a cats. "Some do. You would not be the first, but you would be the boldest to take up the issue here."

Ah, that was right. Ayita. Such a pretty name. Bobbi watched for a bit, listened, and nodded. "Yes, I did talk about brains in altered states. From what I understand something happened wherein you were affected by something like a drug. I have a rather sordid past hun and I know all too well what drugs can do to a person. I've been that person. I've babysat that person. You aren't yourself, not really. So I just wanted to let you know someone understands what that is like. Because not everyone does."

Ayita's actions and the near relaxation of her task made it easier for Bobbi to approach the bed. She did not necessarily approach Ayita. Instead, she sat at the exact opposite end, near the head of the bed where the pillows lay. She took one and lay it over her lap, fluffing it so she could rest her chin lazily upon it. A blockade of sorts. Not for herself, but for Ayita to see she was not going to move toward her without further invitation. "So, I guess what I am trying to say is I have absolutely no issues with it what so ever. You know," she said with a small laugh, "In my younger years I was practically a feral just scraping by in the streets of many a city. Life tends to hand us some rotten cards sometimes." Her smile became something more gentle, calm and open.

"It was not a drug. The mutant Wonderland's power was a hallucinogenic ability when others touched her." Ayita stated, her tone cold as she eyed Bobbi. Not turning her back to the woman. "I took a mouthful of it." Tilting her head slightly, Ayita appeared to be listening to something as she studied Bobbi. "You can stop moving as though I will attack you. I am not the predator you should be wary of." Amused Ayita raised a brow. "I'm sure you were a feral. I, however, kept myself civil compared to what your human cities will turn people into." There was a pointed tone in that as though she was placating a child who thought they could fly. "Yes, the rumors are true in some sense. I was raised in the wilds, though not by any one beast."

She wondered how that made it any different from a drug. Something created, something consumed, mind altered, drug. She had not known about this Wonderland and still did not fully understand. But what she took from it was that the girl had experienced something like her first tab. And then came the mention of her movements and Bobbi laughed - a light and slightly embarrassed one. "You seem a flighty gal is all. I apologize," she replied softly but so as to not interrupt the girl's train of thought.

Bobbi nodded in response to her comment about cities and the wild. The difference between herself and Bobbi. "Let me ask you - how differently does the hawk who hunts on the side of the highway and the one who hunts amongst the trees act?" Her eyes were now curious, wondering what two entirely wild people thought of the biomes in which they had been brought up. "What smarts are used? Tactics? What winds do they use?" She sat up, letting the pillow become snug against her stomach. "How about the raccoon when he forages for food? I would reply that I was also raised in the wilds and not by any one beast." Her heart pounded in her chest, wildly interested in what this girl who seemed to greatly deny herself what she was had to say. This girl was wild and Bobbi would love to see her pride herself in that. For there was nothing wrong with being a bit wild.

Ayita sighed. "I wouldn't know. I would never touch road kill. There's no knowing if you are eating tainted meat or if it could make you ill." She stated firmly. "As for the rest... That is too complicated to explain. Why are you asking me these things?"

"Mmmm, to get a sense of you I think," she replied offhandedly. "And don't knock roadkill til you try it. Roasted over an open flame, can be pretty nice when you haven't eaten in a week." She leaned forward and lifted one of the many shirts. "Anyway, what are you looking for among all of these clothes?"

"Because she enjoys them." Stated the man from the door way, looking annoyed. Richard slid into the room and Ayita shrugged as though saying 'what did you expect'. "And my sister prefers her meat walking." Shrugging, Ayita leaned her forehead agianst Richard's shoulder. Not bothering to deny the fact. Raising his brow like his sister, Richard sighed. "Why are you in my room? I mean, if you are looking for a interesting time..." The Adder chuckled before wincing as Ayita punched him in the gut.

Ayita found great comfort in her brother, that much was made abundantly clear in their interaction. Further supported by shirt stealing. However, the moment the wild child punched her brother for a... lewd (?) comment, Bobbi her to keep herself from laughing. So, she did the next best thing she could. "Well," she replied, cool as a spa cucumber. "Theme of the day is button ups it seems." She stood, shrugging off her leather jacket and grabbed the nearest shirt. It happened to be of a soft, mossy green which complimented her eyes. She pulled it over her shoulders and buttoned it up about halfway. The general height difference between herself and Richard made the shirt rather comedic on her body. The sleeves were far too long and the shirt came down to her leather clad knees. She stood before the brother and sister pair, hands under a length of cloth. She flapped them a bit as if they would allow her to fly. "There, what do you think? Am I fit to go to the ball?" She winked.

Ayita gave a snort and flicked her amber eyes towards her brother. "She is a fool. Though a honest one." The younger Laine sent. Ayita's last name was always in question and with an engagement to Damon it was more so. Not that she really cared. Ayita's name was what she was called and that was the end of it as far as she cared. "If you want a sense of me, then take me by your own merit and not what that woman says." Ayita stated softly a undertone of snarling rage in her voice.

Richard narrowed his own snake eyes at both women and muttered something that could have been 'women' or 'woe is me'. "If you are looking to go to a ball, then you'd need a escort." The Adder smirked with a slight bow, ignoring the thought his sister casted his way. He was quite aware of things. "And do you want me to deal with her, Sister dear? You do not deserve her slander." Ayita merely shook her head, her eyes however speaking a different story. "So be it. Her irritating little friend doesn't care for me either way." Richard chuckled.

"You tried to be nice to him and bury the hatchet. He is too like you and ready to hold to the fact you and Mary have issues." The 'because of me' went unspoken, hanging in the air between them.

"You are not at fault for that." The Adder hissed with surprising venom as his arm gently wrapped about his slightly shorter sister. "Go North when you've healed enough to fly with some luggage, and take a break. I do hope you will consider returning." Ayita shrugged absently though Richard looked satisfied.

It seemed the siblings had a habit of just speaking to each other and falling into personal chat. So Bobbi naturally set about looking through the clothes on the bed. She pushed the sleeves up as she sifted through the things, curious what it could be that Ayita was looking for. After a moment there was a mention of leaving and a chance of not returning. She raised her eyebrows and pulled out a tie from within the pile on the bed. "Oh? Are you planning on leaving for good? I just got here though. I hope you return." She gave another, brief lopsided smile before going to dig about in the closet to see if she could find anything more interesting than what was on the bed.

"I have considered it." Ayita stated and walked towards the door, giving Richard a raised brow. "I need to talk to my mate first."

Richard sighed and shrugged. "Are you done feeling up my clothes? I'd rather you do something else." Richard grinned winking as Ayita shot him an annoyed look.

Bobbi poked her head out of the closet. "Well, I can't be the only one dressed up to go to the ball." There was some rummaging sounds and then out she came with some sort of belt/tie/hate contraption and a blazer. She placed the blazer over Ayita's shoulders. "There, a cape for the princess." And she tugged lightly at the front of Richard's shirt to pull him down. She placed the decorated hat on his head and said, "A crown for the prince." She took a few steps back to view her handiwork. "Very nice. Well, for my part I would enjoy it if you returned. Don't let someone else's opinion of you cloud that. I know there are many people who care about you here." She was all smiles as her attention was on Ayita.

Ayita shrugged out of the blazer giving Bobbi a look like she was trying to figure out the way the woman's mind worked. Richard however took the distraction Ayita seemed to cause the woman and scooped Bobbi up over one shoulder. "Well, since you have the energy you might as well come train with me. Perhaps talk about relearning some old rusty skills." He chuckled walking out of the room. Ayita just watching them go as she shook her head.

Quite suddenly the ground was getting further away and that didn't normally happen. Like a sack of potatoes, she was flopped over Richard's shoulder. She squeaked out in delight. "Oi, just who do ya think you are, Mister Big Tough Man. Buy a girl a drink first!" She braced her hands against his back so she could push herself up and look over her back to where they were headed. "I've been here like a day. What do you mean training?" She turned her attention to the sister. "Ayita, you just going to let this brute manhandle me?" But the sight of the sister was quickly disappearing as she was taken away. And so too were her shouts and jovial protests becoming quieter as she was kidnapped away.