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In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Late Morning
Location: Ardyn’s Quarters
Interactions:
Mentions: Lizzie @Tae, Helio @princess, Nym @Helo, and Barboda @Alivefalling

A Conversation


“Lilianna and the twins?”

“The whole lot of them.”

“And what do you make of the other crew? What did you see? What did you hear?”

“Vellen was the last man standing…”

“Vellen dead dead.”

“Sonny… we don’t know that. Vellen’s power over the darkness is something I’ve always admired. He has his own kind of strength.”

“But he could still be dead! Vellen is stong in magic and speech, but he’s just as foolish as Rellen. Dark elven men…”

“Spud agrees. Me thinks the twins were a predictable loss against a formidable crew.’

“Formidable? I guess, but I have faith in our weaver of darkness.”

“As you would captain. Always the hopeful. If we assume Vellen won and killed the crew, why not celebrate the occasion instead of ponderin’ on who came out on top. We drink to victory or mourning.”

“Victory or mourning. Agreeeed.”

“Spud agrees doubly.”

“Drink! Yes!”

“Voss, always seems to have the right idea.”

“Always.”

“Smug bastard.”

“Always.”

“Listen up! If the rest of the crew agrees, and I’m sure they will, we hold a celebration for the party that had set out toward Malthemoor. Crewmates and product were lost, but perhaps Vellen found victory… That or death, we will keep him and the rest in our thoughts. If the worst has come to pass, we’ll answer… Mercilessly.”
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Lorenzo | Crystal | Felix

Location: Ballroom

Off of the dancefloor! Off of the dancefloor! Off of the dancefloor! Off of the dancefloor! Off of the dancefloor! Lorenzo walked as briskly as humanly possible while clumsily turning and weaving through those that continued to dance or were simply in the way of his escape from the crowd. Off of the dancefloor! Off of the dancefloor! Off of the dancefloor! Off of the dancefloor!

And of all people he could have accosted, it was the precious and innocent Crystal Damien that had been in his path.

Crystal was also making her way off the dance floor, a small smile on her face. It was time to find a nice corner to take a moment to rest. She wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings when Lorenzo’s haste, clumsiness, and inebriation rallied together to have him unintentionally run right into her. Giving a little squeak of surprise as she did. The force of it nearly knocked her off her feet, but she managed to catch herself by gripping a chair.

“Oh dear! Crystal!” Lorenzo shouted. She looked up to apologize when she heard the familiar voice. Her eyes finally registered it was indeed who she thought it was.

”Oh! Uncle Enzo!” She smiled brightly, completely forgetting about almost being knocked over. She was at a loss for words, she wanted to pop up on him before and give him a scare, but it would seem she had lost that opportunity. So she raised her hands, palms upwards with a shrug almost and said “Surprise!” With a giggle. Before hugging him. He embraced her immediately.

“Goodness Crystal, I am incredibly sorry! I… I just… I should have been paying more attention.”

Lord Lorenzo and Lady Emina had always been so kind to her during her visits to the capital…with her spending as much time as she could in their home with Charlotte, she felt at times that they were her second family. It was her time spent in their home that kept her sane… the chance to escape her prison once a year. It was never said openly, but Crystal was the member of the Damien family he’d been fond of. The black sheep amongst… amongst wolves in sheep’s clothing.

As he sighed with some relief, she could smell a bit of alcohol on his breath. Despite its presence, she said nothing about it. They were at a party after all. She pulled back and asked “How have you been? I hope better…”

“I… I’m here and I’m back! So, much better!” Lorenzo did not want to worry her, but she noted the hesitation. Fathers always had that hesitation when they were not saying the…Entire truth. Something she picked up on with her own father quite often. But she said nothing about it as she smiled warmly.

”That’s good! I’m happy for you!”

“And how are… Wait a minute! Wait a minute… You’re… here.” She was about to tell him how she was doing when he suddenly stopped and seemed to fully realize the situation before him. At which she giggled and nodded with each step his brain made to come to the present. Lorenzo took a step back and scanned her from head to toe. She stood up tall as he looked her over, not that she could get much taller while on her toes. “You’re really here! Crystal… Did you sneak out?” He whispered the last bit. “Is your evil- is your father searching for you?”

Crystal sighed when he mentioned her father, she knew they were not ‘friends’ and were always civil when she was around. But she knew they did not get along. But she smiled anyway, ignoring the ‘evil’ part.

She looked to her father who was still busy talking and meeting with other nobles when she nodded. “Yes yes I am here, I finally worked up the courage to sneak out. But no he is not searching for me. He and mother did find out I was here a little bit ago. They said nothing about it… She gave him a nervous smile. Though… I feel like I am going to get it when I get home tonight.” She shrugged.

“Oh…”

“But, I finally made it to a ball. So I don’t care right now…” She looked at him and continued. The man could not help but smile. “I am doing great myself, I haven’t had an episode for a while now, I feel stronger than I've been in a long time.”

“Well… Then you’re happy, right?” He genuinely wanted that for her.

Crystal nodded, I am. Really happy… She said softly while looking down. Gripping her hands together in her lap.

“And you look stunning, Lady Crystal! Don’t tell Charlotte, but you’re giving her a lot of competition tonight. She might not want you going to too many of these.”

She smiled and blushed at his compliment. I-um…Thank you…I- I doubt it though. Charlotte is absolutely beautiful tonight. She is better at these social things than me.” She said softly. Wringing her hands together as she said so. While she did hear she had a rough start, at least she didn’t have two mess-ups for the day.

“I believe you’ll get there. I am sure people will get the chance to see what Lottie and I see in you.” Crystal looked up at him and smiled. She felt comfortable now, with his words of encouragement but Lorenzo had been more focused on her previous body language that lacked confidence. “And…” Lorenzo started to look around the room as if looking for something or someone specific. “...Perhaps that chance is now!” She gave him a confused look. His eyes were locked and deadset on a young royal. A prince! Not a despicable Danrose either! He waved his hand at the gentleman.

“Wait…what do you-”

“Ehem! Prince Felix Camilia! Prince Felix Camilia! I humbly request your presence!” Lorenzo called somewhat embarrassingly. Her eyes went wide when he mentioned a prince.

W-w–w-w-w Wait Uncle E- She grabbed his forearm to try and stop him. But the pathetic attempt didn’t work as he called over the Varian prince.

“Yes, over here Prince Felix Camilia! Over here!”

While she managed to talk to Prince Callum easily… he did not act like a prince… And he was sweet. She did not know how Prince Felix would act. She probably would have acted the same way if he called over Prince Wulfric or Auguste.

“What are you doing!?” Crystal whispered intensely to Uncle Enzo. As she repositioned herself somewhat behind him, trying to hide from the prince in some pathetic attempt to hide her crimson face.

“Fear not, Lady Crystal, I will present you as if you were my very own daughter. Trust your Uncle Enzo.” He smiled with that double-edged pride of his.

She gave him a quick glare. As angry of a glare as an embarrassed young lady could give. Despite the sweetness in his words. “Th-that’s NOT what I meant. Wh-why are you calling him over?!?”

“To prove the Damien’s wrong. Yes. You’re the best of them, so you deserve the best, Lady Crystal. What is better than a prince?” He paused for a brief moment. “A Varian Prince.” He chuckled at his own bad joke.

“Ah, If it is not Duke Lorenzo —,” Prince Felix announced with a slight grin. The prince’s thoughts of Lady Thea Smithwood were quickly evaporating, and yet, he found himself pulled into another conversation with a drunkard. “whatever has granted me the honors of an invitation to your merriment?” He asked with self-possession while ignoring the curtain that Duke Lorenzo was casting over Lady Crystal. He did not have time for this.

Crystal froze when she heard the prince walk over and speak up. She stood as still as she could. She didn’t know why, she was clearly not well hidden. Her face would grow even redder as Uncle Enzo started the introduction…growing redder with each flourish.

“What has granted you the honors of an invitation to my merriment? A splendid question young prince!” Lorenzo puffed his chest out. “In fact, I call your attention to someone as precious as the gems that adorn your father’s crown. In fact, you may call them a gem yourself. In fact, the woman I present to you… her very name is synonymous with what I describe.” Lorenzo paused for dramatic emphasis. “Rare to the eyes of even the well-traveled. Delicate, yes, but beautiful like a water lily floating on the surface of a still quiet lake. Noble in blood, but she’s an avatar of creation. Whether it be delicious sustenance or intricate keystrokes, she finds no difficulty when it is for those she cares for. And as far as knowledge goes, she graces the world with her ideas painted in words across paper… Prince, I do not simply present a woman to be desired. I bring forth, most humbly, a creator to be admired.” She wanted to reach out and stop him, but she couldn’t. She never heard anyone compliment her as he did just now… while surely over the top, it…it was nice. Right up to the part when he started to reveal she was a writer. She stood straight up and reached out, but it was too late. He smoothly sidestepped out of her way and left her reaching out while looking up at the Prince of Varian. “I introduce you to Lady Crystal Damien.”

She stood there, lost for words. The prince was handsome, and here she was standing, red as a perfectly ripe tomato. She dropped her hand quickly and gripped her other hand as she looked down as she tried to push her nervousness to the side. ”I-um… It is a pleasure to meet you… Your Highness.” She said before curtsying to him. Glancing up at him afterward. ”P-please ignore Lord Lorenzo…H-h-he likes to flourish things far too much when he has had one too many drinks...

Before falling into his automatic routine of greeting nobility, Prince Felix had swiftly examined Lady Crystal and the Duke as she spoke, “What an honor it is to meet such an admirable creator,” he paused, as his eyes, noticing her blushing cheeks, met hers. The prince felt a small flurry of innocent curiosity about her situation all of a sudden. For such an instance, he felt there must be something of merit in the woman, in which he could spare several moments with the drunk Duke and his repertoire. A broken clock was right twice a day, after all. And, with that, he decided to test the Lady. “What type of words does my lady write? They must be quite refined to have such a handsome and alluring opening from the Duke of Caesonia.”

Crystal blinked as she looked up at prince Felix. She looked away immediately. She was never greeted for her writing. It was really odd. But she couldn’t stop it now…. Uncle Enzo will surely pay for giving up her secret so easily.

He spoke again and she hesitated, men often found romance novels a bore and silly. She reddened somehow, even more, when she realized she would have to tell the prince this. “I-I write about romance, your Highness. '' She said, bowing her head.

“And they are quite wonderful, Prince Felix. Not the tellings of an amateur but a true architect of an emotional tale. Love is not easily written, your highness for it is a passion that cannot be simply put into words, Your Highness.” Lorenzo quickly added with a slight slur in his speech.

Crystal looked to Lorenzo quickly as he built her up even higher. She was not one to brag about herself, a trait that she excelled at…too much at times. She was a best-selling author of five books within almost said amount of years. As much as she appreciated it, she felt he was laying it on a bit thick. She reached out and touched his arm as if to say that was quite enough embellishment. She gave him a certain smile and looked like a polite ‘please stop’.

As Lady Crystal’s blush painted over her face while she explained herself, the prince felt a small laugh escape from his lips. She was a lovely creature, and her feminine demeanor was quite refreshing. “Ah? Romance novels?” Prince Felix looked at Lord Lorenzo with clever amusement. He felt himself relax a bit, unexpectedly. He had never heard of Lady Crystal and found her interesting, to say the least. She was quite exquisite — not in kind as Lady Thea, who everyone noticed whether they wanted to or not. Although, comparing them brought nothing noteworthy to him, and he dropped the thought as he had his pocket watch earlier in the evening.

Crystal's heart fell when he laughed. Just what she expected, she looked down and wrung her hands in silence. This was partly why she didn’t use her real name. She honestly didn’t know what else to say.

His hand clutched his rapier, and continued discussing with the two, now “Perhaps, I should pick up one or two of your novels, if they are so admirable.” He spoke in an unassuming way, taking aim to now charm the both of them. “I may be able to get some pointers, hm? Especially, if they are written by such a fine lady such as yourself,” Another small laugh escaped from him. “I happen to quite enjoy reading and would not mind putting one of your works in my library. It could be of no consequence that I am sure,” his smile catered to Duke Lorenzo, as he began feeling the need to exit the conversation.

She looked up in surprise as she misunderstood the laugh. She smiled softly, even if he was just being nice, the thought of the possibility he would read her book was amazing to her. “I-I am honored, your highness.” She said with a bow of her head. “Though I am sure you do not need any pointers, I do hope you enjoy them, even if you do not get any..um.. Pointers. Maybe just a different perspective?” She said softly. While she heard most men are dense in the ways of romance. She surely wouldn’t expect the prince to be that way.

As much as he was interested in Lady Crystal, he felt his making acquaintance with her was starting to become an inappropriate topic. He had better political propositions to make with other guests rather than sprout compliment after compliment to a pretty damsel other than his betrothed.

“I would be even more honored if they are added to your library. But..um.. There is one slight issue… She said raising a finger. “You might find it difficult finding any under my name. I-I use a pen name…I’ve never been one to do well in the spotlight…” She said, dropping her hand again and looking shyly to the side. “You will find them under Violet Columbine. My two most popular ones are ‘The Princess and her Unorthodox Prince,’ and the sequel. ‘Shattered Oaths’”

There was a pause after Lady Crystal spoke, in which Prince Felix remained silent. His hand loosened against the hilt. “Interesting,” he admitted.

Prince Felix was under the guise that anyone who believes he has made excellence is wrong, for there is always room for improvement or else stems a lack of mobility, which was only for idol statues or silly gargoyles. Of course, he made his comment threefold.

He tilted his head sideways a bit, examining her attire. It was conservative and beautiful; twinkling around the white of her skin. Her hair draped down her shoulders. Crystal remained silent as the prince looked at her, glancing away and to the side as he continued to do so which only caused her to blush a bit more. She was very modest. However, the names of her novels seemed quite the opposite.

Still, with all that he had gathered, the pale flurry of innocent curiosity continued to flicker in his thoughts. It was time he left the conversation to let the moment diminish. The Lady was also flushed with a rosy color, and he had not the desire to continue saturating her emotional state any longer, despite the flame slowly burning through his long-hidden sorrow.

“Thank you for informing me,” Crystal nodded, wringing her hands in nervousness. He looked to Duke Lorenzo by casting a pompous gaze, “And thank you, Lord Lorenzo, for the humble introduction. It was quite enlightening,” he bowed again to both guests. “It has been nothing but my pleasure to enjoy your presence, Lord Lorenzo, Lady Crystal,” as he stood up, he ended his farewell, “However, there were several others I have not had the opportunity to make my regards. Please, may the rest of your evening be lovely.”

“You as well your Highness.” Lorenzo performed a quick bow but blinked a few times as he was struck with dizziness from speedy movement. “Oh my…”

Crystal bowed to the prince after he did. Noticing immediately uncle Lorenzo getting dizzy and grabbing his arm to help him “T-Thank you, your highness, I hope you enjoy the rest of your night as well. Thank you for sparing your valuable time.”

When he would walk away she would relax very visibly, her shoulders dropping with a sigh. “You’re going to owe me big time for that embarrassing moment uncle. Possibly ten of your famous hot chocolates…” She said softly looking at Lorenzo. As she started to lead him away from their position. “Come on let’s get some water in you before you pass out…no more drinks for you tonight.”

“Yes! Water would be lovely! As lovely as my pairing of you and that dashing young prince! He liked you…” Lorenzo grinned. “Mhmm, I could tell, I could tell. Ooh, I can’t wait to pair Charlotte with the love of her life as well!” Lorenzo seemed to go on and on.

she saw a passing servant and said softly. “Excuse me, can we get some water for the Duke?…. Or perhaps a horse trough?” she said, giving her dear uncle a look. The servant furrowed his eyes at the duke who wore the face of a happy drunk.

“Horse trough?!” The duke laughed, but the servant was on Crystal’s side.

“Young lady, may I?” A second servant arrived on the scene moving between Crystal and Lorenzo. “Help me get the duke to one of the other rooms. Away from any more alcohol.” The second servant said to the one Crystal had initially addressed. His tone held a strong sense of urgency. With Crystal’s approval, both servants proceeded in guiding the drunk Lorenzo toward one of the ballroom’s exits.

“Enjoy the night Crystal. I will keep coming to these things if you do!” He called as walked backward through the exit. The second servant shot a glance over to none other than Count Damien who gave the man a slight nod. Lorenzo was now exactly where Calbert wanted him. Gone.
In Code Vein (Closed) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Great Room, Observatory
Interactions: Lys @Force and Fury, Desmond @Theyra, Poppy @dreamingflowers
Mentions:


"Wait, what? What cake and I am not so sure about baking a cake"

“Don’t know unless you try.” Erik approached Desmond with a grin.

“Oh, that cake, who made that one? Poppy?"

Erik looked back down at the cake as if to ponder its existence. Debatable. He answered within.

“Apparently she did, yeah! Pops has the most unique cooking style amongst us in the Commune. Even motivated some of the most reluctant members to pick up preparing meals themselves.” It was the truth. Twisted, but the truth nevertheless. Poppy’s cooking tasted so bad, that people felt they’d better off making their own food even if they had never stood over a hot stove in their lives… or in memory.

“So you looking forward to anything tonight? I am going to just enjoy relaxing and eating some good food." When Desmond smiled, Erik smiled just as big, if not bigger. It was a contagious thing for him but also a motivator to keep things pushing. “...and I see that people have already started to eat.”

“Gotta feed the soul y’know. Most of us don’t need it, but I can say that most of us will never not enjoy a good meal.” Erik was about to continue telling Desmond what he was looking forward to when Poppy walked with a purpose toward the two of them. Please don’t be anything too bad. Poppy didn’t always bring bad news. It was more so always something serious. Never a witty joke or something neat she discovered…

“Amelia's condition has changed, she seems to be struggling with something.” Erik’s expression briefly became pensive as he listened in.

“I haven't figured out what's wrong with her yet. We need to find the cause before it gets worse.“ Erik glanced back at the others in the Great Room before returning his attention back to Poppy.

“Let’s go check her out then. Pops and Des, go on while I get the big brain.” Erik gave Poppy a confident nod before turning around into the room.

“Lyyys!” The unique pitch in Erik’s voice might have sent chills down Lys’ spine as she felt him firmly grip the push handles of her wheelchair. He leaned over as if he was going to speak quietly. “Emergency! Amelia needs you right now! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! Whoosh!” Erik began to push Lys briskly out of the room. “Before you ask, Pops isn’t sure what’s going on with her. She’s struggling with something.”

Erik wouldn’t say it out loud but he was aware of the BOR parasite not always being compatible with its host. The such a case, the result was always the same. Even so, he would move with haste to the resting Amelia. She was just as much a member of the Commune as anyone else, and that meant Erik would try his damndest to help her in whatever way he could.


In Young Justice → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: The Gym, Metahuman Youth Center
Interactions: The Team


Viktor hadn't seemed to even pay Charlie any attention as he stoically scanned the gym for a few seconds longer.

“Do I look like I'm here to work out?” He didn't even look Charlie's way and clenched his jaw.

“No dude you definitely don’t.” Charlie scoffed. This guy was exactly the kind of weird he expected. He had the tough guy routine down to a T, he was playing it a little too convincingly.

“I'm looking for someone.” Charlie followed the guy’s gaze. There were only a handful of regulars at the gym around this time. Thiago was the only regular who was missing. He bailed on him, using some lame excuse. He deduced it could possibly be him he was looking for, seeing as he didn’t approach anyone else.

“Thiago bailed, if you’re looking for him he’s not here and he’s probably not coming.”

Finally, Viktor turned his gaze to him

“So he's your friend?”

“Yeah sadly enough he is, haven’t heard from him since last night.”
Charlie picked up his bag and packed up his water bottle and towel. He sighed and lowered his headphones.
“Must have been some date, he’d been going on and on about it for days. Rubbing it in my face. Wish I could say he was lying, but Thiago is pretty popular.”

“You’re an idiot.” Viktor sighed with a shake of his head. “It’s the afternoon and you haven’t heard from your friend since last night… during a time when guys like us are going missing?” Viktor lowered his shades down his nose to reveal his piercing green eyes. “Come, we’ll walk and talk. Tell me about this date.”
In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Time: Late Morning
Location: Odds and Ends
Interactions: Aiko @CitrusArms and Xavier @potter
Mentions:

Linus


“Aiko! Might go! Psycho!” Linus exclaimed in an almost singsong tone. He chuckled at the odd tune while he looked up at the different items on display. “Father has a sword that can become a spear! It’s really cool!” He commented. The young avian was tempted to buy something neat for himself but refrained as he was sure his brother and father would disapprove. After all, it was not his shopping trip. He was an escort to the esteemed guests… whoever they were.

“I don’t think I need another one right now. I also think I’ll buy the outfit for Yuka.”

“Clothes! Ew! You came here to buy clothes? This isn’t even the good stuff.” Linus complained which drew the attention of the stall owner. The red-haired avian stall owner gave the boy a dirty look while counting the amas he received from Xavier. “Sorry!” He smiled apologetically as the stall owner proceeded to finish counting.

“Shall we meet up with the others now?”

“Wait, terrestrial! 110 amas?! Both those items together are at least worth 140!”

“Uh oh.”


In Young Justice → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
M E T A H U M A N Y O U T H C E N T E R
June 23th, 2021 | 14:10pm. | Taos, New Mexico


At the pool

He gestured for Zach to lay down on the pool bed, quickly throwing off his bag and other stuff. The lifeguard put a fair amount of sunscreen on Zach’s back, spreading it all over.

“It works when I need it to,” he answered confidently.

“So when did you get here? Haven’t seen you around before.”

He took off his shirt and layed down on the bed next to Zach. He stretched out his arms and put his hands behind his head.

The Cafeteria

“Eh…” The sound that escaped her was faint as she did not want to make a scene, but her hand felt like it was being crushed. She couldn’t keep the slight pained expression from forming on her face but managed a smile. “Nice to meet you… You’ve got some grip there!” Cecile attempted to make the best of the situation and the forced smile was beginning to become more genuine. “So you’re both new here? Because I haven’t seen you either… and you’re both friends so I guess that makes sense. That or I’m losing my touch on spotting the newbies.” Cecile nodded her head towards the nacho line as an invitation to join her in getting something to eat. “Let’s get some food and mingle.”

I could use more girlfriends… Or just use any in general
In Code Vein (Closed) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Great Room, Observatory
Interactions: Cerise @medili, Lys @Force and Fury, Desmond @Theyra
Mentions: Poppy @dreamingflowers


While plugging in the last of the cords, like Lys, Erik conducted his own spying. Across the room and from the corner of his eye, both Lys and the cake were in his sights. Hmm. He needed confirmation!

The moment Lys bit into her helping of cake, Erik sighed with relief. He realized his taste buds weren’t broken due to some side effect of being an aged revenant. Thank goodness! He honestly considered the half-thought theory as it was either that or Poppy really performed something he thought impossible. Erik was indeed a long-standing member of Team Optimism, but even he knew that limits existed. Everyone on the team had them.

"Did you make this, Lys? Or was it you, big bro? Whoever it is should be in charge of dessert from now on!"

“Not gonna happen!” He declared adamantly before his eyes widened in shock. “Oh!” Erik cupped his mouth with both hands when he realized he had bluntly objected aloud out of reflex. Dropping his hands he went straight into damage control mode. “I meant not gonna happen anytime soon. Yeah! Everyone needs a chance at baking, right? Speaking of….” Erik’s eyes locked on the next person to enter the Great Room. “Desmond! You get to bake at the next party! Cookies, cake, doesn’t matter! Lys, Cerise, and I will eat just about anything. Just about.” He slightly narrowed his eyes as he placed emphasis on the last couple of words. Despite Poppy’s success today, she had thoroughly demonstrated how unpleasant food could be prepared over the several years of her being with the Commune.
In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Late Morning
Location: Myriamor Plaza- Summer Harvest Festival to the Blacksmith
Interactions: Leaf @Helo, Aurora @Mole, Caelan @Alivefalling, Sophie @princess
Mentions:



So they were set and the plan was decided. Folk wanted him dead, and he was in the company of people he didn’t quite know or fully trust. It was just another day for the outlaw. At least they made for good company and two of them were easy on the eyes.

After drying off and securing Champ, who was just as ready to get a move on as the others, the group headed toward the blacksmith. On the way, Leaf posed a question about everyone’s combat experience. Slick would be a liar if he claimed he wasn’t interested in what each person in the group was capable of. Don’t look like much though. Slick might have made a sour face from the thought, but Leaf’s shadowboxing brought a pleasant smile to his face.

“We got ourselves two champs, I see!” Slick chuckled. “As far as my own experience, same here ‘cept the ‘couple’ part. I’ve been shot at, stabbed at, beat to hell and I’ve done all the same to others. The only thing I haven’t done is die.” Slick’s voice was calm, almost as if he was talking about anything else. “I tell you what. If these demons can die, I’m sure I’ll find a way to kill ‘em.” Slick assured confidently as he parked Champ as the others approached the entrance to the Blacksmith shop run by the female light elf who had assisted in helping him figure out the worth of different types of amas. The same elf he sold a false tale about being stricken with color-blindness to. A tale that had slipped his mind entirely.

“Welcome!” The elven woman greeted.

“We sure are! My friends here wanted to take a look at the place where my beauty of a crossbow came from!” Slick grinned as he entered the shop last and leaned on the counter. “Psst… What’s the uh deal on referrals. I mean, there are one, two, three, four folk that are just itchin’ to buy ‘cause I said this place the best of the best. In quality… and service.”

In Avalia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Time: Morning
Location: Gadgets and Conveniences
Interactions: Yuka @princess, Orias @Helo
Mentions:


Augus IV


Augus IV raised an eyebrow when Orias corrected Yuka’s false admission of their relationship. “Oh okay.” He said politely, but really… What a strange lady. with a slight frown on his lips He shadowed Orias who browsed and found a transmission bracelet. Leaving? To where I wonder?

“Perhaps she plans to use it to hang one of those dirty dark elves.” Augus IV chuckled with a hand to his mouth. “Father says a rope can be quite useful during travel. Plus, it’s cheap.” He shrugged. His walls were coming down faster than Caelestis’.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Layla and Lorenzo


Location: Ballroom
Interactions: Charlotte Vikena | Theo Blackwood


Layla glanced around the ballroom until her eyes found her prey. She handed Zilal back to her servants quickly after assuring them he would be fed. The second dance was beginning so here was her chance. She sauntered over to Lorenzo and noticed the glass of wine he appeared to be nursing. “You’ll need more than that.” Layla grinned, took the wine from him, and drank it. She tossed the glass over her shoulder, not caring where it fell.

“Eh!” Lorenzo had to stop himself from yelping at the sudden approach.

“But you’re too late.”

With a mischievous grin, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the dancefloor. “Does the court jester know how to dance?” She inquired mockingly. “Or does he need lessons?”

Lorenzo looked frantically from right to left as he tried to register what was even going on. One moment he was enjoying a glass of wine and the next he was robbed of his pleasant drink and stolen away.

“What? I-I… Eh…” His pitiful sounds were all he could muster before he planted his feet. “What is the meaning of this?!” Lorenzo asked as he attempted to pull his hand away.

“Do you need hearing aids?” Layla inquired as she held onto his arm with a grin. The situation with Hafiz kept mentally replaying and it took all her self-control not to yell. “The second dance?” She began moving in time to the music, forcing him to play catchup. “Unless you’re afraid to dance with me? You don’t want to sit on your own, do you? What a pity.” Her voice became light and teasing now, switching from the mocking tone earlier.

Lorenzo’s expression still held a stupid look of confusion for a brief moment before his movements immediately timed Layla’s.

“Afraid to dance? Never.” Layla couldn’t erase her grin at his response. She noticed the piercing fire in Lorenzo’s eyes and smirked to herself. It was a rare thing that few ever saw in the man. Passion was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in so long. There were very few things Lorenzo excelled at as Duke during a grand event. Small talk, trash. Timeliness, don’t even count on it. Embarrassing himself, a definite given. Dancing… Now that was a playing field the man could challenge many of the best on. And there it was. The pathetic bastard wasn’t a shriveling and whiny coward. “The waltz is not a problem for a Caesonian. However, for the Duke of Veirmont…” He dipped Layla with a swift yet precise movement that took her by surprise and for a moment, she lost her mask. “It’s like clockwork… Wait, is that the right saying?” He shrugged as he raised her back up in time with the slow pace of the music.

Layla had recovered quickly, rising with a devious smirk. “You actually can dance and don’t need hearing aids. I’m shocked.” Her voice was sarcastic and cold. Lorenzo smiled and nodded with a hint of confidence in his talent. The two glided across the ballroom dance floor with an unforeseen elegance to those who held little knowledge of them.

“Not so clumsy either, and here I thought you would need a cane for support. You’re full of surprises aren’t you, Jester?” Her voice dripped with venom as she continued looking devious. “Can the same be said for your vampiric-looking daughter?” The insult toward Lorenzo could be brushed off his shoulder but again the duke found it difficult to ignore unkind words directed at Charlotte.

“Vampiric? Lottie is the most precious thing to grace this ballroom! If she is a vampire, then she is one that has seemingly captivated even one of the most beautiful of the Alidasht women? No?” Lorenzo nodded again as he moved his guiding hand upward so Layla could perform a twirl.

Layla had listened to Lorenzo and raised her eyebrows. She had pinpointed his weakness in less than five minutes. What a simpleton. She remained neutral with her expression. “And I am an older man, yes, but I am also the Duke of Veirmont. Hmph!” The twirl distracted her and she almost didn’t catch what he said but when she did, she shot back quickly. “You’ve said that twice now. Do you have a memory problem?” She turned the tables on him by forcing him to twirl.

“No no no! Wait twice?!” The wine was catching up to him and that sudden swirl wasn't helping with anything. Lorenzo had the split thought of fighting against her taking the lead but he decided to keep with the rhythm of the music.

“Do you sit down and rehearse that line to make you feel powerful?” Layla’s mind continued to race but didn’t spit out what she was truly thinking.

“Powerful? N-no.” He gulped but remained in step. Layla noticed his panic and fear. His breath smelled strongly of wine. It wasn’t difficult for her to put two and two together. She sighed as he rambled on. “Am I… coming off too strong? I apologize if I am! I just… I didn’t want to be seen as anything less than.” The poor, blithering fool seemed to host a number of different insecurities. His gem was his daughter and his weak point. It also seemed this man could take a verbal beating and not care. His cries from earlier only told everyone how broken inside he was. As Lorenzo averted his gaze and Layla was about to respond, the man fell out of rhythm with the dance. It had only been a split second but it was enough. Oh, it was enough. “Sorry.” He noticed it but it was too late. Lorenzo’s shoe caught the long hanging sash of her dress!

RIIIIIIIIP!


Dumbfounded, Layla looked down in time to see the hem of her sash now trapped between the dancefloor Lorenzo’s shoe. She paused, falling out of rhythm herself, and freezing with shock. Layla looked at Lorenzo’s fearful face murderously while her eyes flashed with viciousness. I think I may die… Feeling the staring eyes at her back, Layla shoved him gently backward off her dress. Her head slightly moved as a means to point Lorenzo’s attention toward the gaze of her uncle looming in the background with an expectant expression.

“Hm.” Lorenzo let out after making a glance toward the man who openly pleaded for his public execution. The one who had tumbled backward. Grand Vizier Hafiz Kadir.

Layla began to wrap what was left of her sash around herself as a makeshift jacket. This way, the bumbling jester couldn’t rip anymore of it. “I hated the sash anyways. Thank you…. You don’t need to be sorry. It’s fine.” She kept her expression up, however, not allowing herself to look elsewhere. Her words surprisingly were soft, which was a sharp contrast to her murderous expression.

“Expectations.” Lorenzo simply commented with a dejected expression as he reached down to grab the torn piece of sash and swiftly shoved it into the back pocket of his trousers. It was clear neither of them wanted to cause too much of a scene. “I know I have no place to speak but…” Layla listened to Lorenzo and observed him and his saddened disposition. He seemed so sad and broken, like a dry leaf floating endlessly in the wind. It tugged at her heartstrings and she let out a deep sigh. Her anger from earlier when she’d fallen and hit her head dissipated slightly.

The two went through the motions of returning their hands to their proper places. He was far too intimidated by the woman to look her in the eyes now, nevertheless, he remained in step with the music. “You should not do things your heart disagrees with.” He spoke up before gulping again, hoping he hadn’t spoken out of turn. She didn’t expect much from the man, and she felt grateful he was able to dance. Yet what he had said made her blink and pause. Even her intimidating expression softened.

This man, Lorenzo Vikena. The jester. The fool. He had a good heart. Layla had longed to hear such comforting words for a long time now. However, her guard would remain up. Who knew what the man would do? He was unpredictable. Her voice was quiet and low so nobody could overhear them. She noticed he couldn’t look her in the eye, so she spoke while looking at his forehead.

“One would hope they wouldn’t have to. Sometimes life isn’t fair.” Layla paused and watched as a pair moved closer and turned Lorenzo and her away from them quickly without falling out of rhythm. “I’m not sure who you are or what your story is, but I can tell you’re familiar with the concept.” She swallowed and hoped she hadn’t pried too much.

Lorenzo was just about to answer Layla when Charlotte Vikena and Leo Smithwood surfaced from the sea of the slow dancing crowd. The duke’s hand at Layla’s back almost burned with the desire to do it. He had to!

With a swift and stealthy move, Lorenzo reached out a well-timed open palm while flashing a smile to his lovely daughter. The high-five was successful but the gesture was far from enough to completely lift his spirits tonight. If anything, seeing Charlotte reminded Lorenzo of how unfair life could be. Lottie…

“Familiar? I almost feel married to that concept.” His words were meant to be a joke but the tone didn’t quite fit. Where lightheartedness should have existed, there was instead hopelessness, which only further dampened the mood. If it could’ve rained, it would have poured. Nothing but sadness radiated from the Duke. “You know, being Duke is not something I entirely enjoy…” Lorenzo briefly forced a smile while wearing such sad eyes that eventually met her gaze. That's when Layla noticed the tears forming. She grimaced now as she faltered with the rhythm of the dance and continued listening to him.

“But I do it for those dear to me…” He felt the familiar tingle in the ducts of his eyes, yet he continued. “Those close to my heart.”

Oh no, is he going to cry again? Her thoughts were answered as he turned his face away, though Layla could see it happening nonetheless. A single tear was rolling down his cheek.

What did she do now? Her mind began to race on what to do next. The man crumbled quicker than a cookie in milk. Layla sighed and turned him back to face her. Her expression became stony while her words were sweeter than honey.

“You should hold yourself with more pride, Lorenzo.” She glared at him as she continued while pausing their dance. “Mistakes don’t define you. You - your personality, your words, and actions, do. So what if you fucked up? The pits of vipers we both live in are only filled with vipers with no conscience and whose self-worth is built on dragging others down.”

Lorenzo tried his best to blink away any follow-on waterworks. The man seemed to have been reminded of how he was meant to carry himself. He couldn't embarrass himself any further tonight. However, Lorenzo would still wear his shame. With an impatient sigh Layla began moving them back into the rhythm of the music. “Focus on the dance now, alright? We both know you’re at least capable of that.” Her voice dripped with a little venom at the end. Lorenzo nodded silently and wiped his wet cheek on the shoulder of his sleeve.

“Thank you. I… Nevermind. It's been a pleasure dancing with you, Shahzade.”

Layla held back a disgruntled sigh when Lorenzo messed up her title. She knew she couldn’t expect much from him so she wasn’t surprised. If he continued though…. “Shehzadi,” she corrected dryly, now impassive then added quietly, “Remember that.”

“Yes…” He wished to say something more. Ask something more. Layla on the other hand glanced around the ballroom to find the other dances beginning to end. “And do yourself a favor and drink some water.” Layla let go of him and presented the Alidasht bow, though she didn’t bend down quite as much as the others would. She didn’t bow to anyone for anything. Lorenzo gulped for the third time in Layla's presence.

“Your… your name, Shehzadi? I would like to know it… If that’s okay. You don’t need to but-”

Layla managed a grin for a split second before it disappeared. Amusement showed in her eyes, then it was gone, quicker than one of Zilal’s deadly strikes. “Layla, and yours?” She replied, not referring to his title purposely, and waited patiently for an answer, entirely focused on him.

“Lorenzo Vikena.” This time his smile was not forced or uneasy. Instead, there was a sliver of warmth as he performed the Caesonian-Varian bow to formally conclude their dance.

Layla let out a quick smile when he told her his name. Lorenzo Vikena. She nodded her approval and left to go sit back down.
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