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Of Blood and Magic

Cassandra

@WeepingLiberty

This seemed like a "yes ma'am" moment, and Cassandra didn't have time to review any etiquette in her head to make sure she was right. So that's what she went with.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll see you inside."

Cassandra didn't manage to go sit or lie down, she was pacing in the living room in the time between her own retreat, and awaiting Amaris to return. She felt bad, the vampire was having everything she owned taken from her, and being roomed with Cassandra. As she looked around, it struck her that she didn't own much in the way of furnishing, decoration or personal effects. She grabbed one of her energy drinks, an iced tea one, which seemed appropriate, since that's what she and Amaris were supposed to be doing before all of this nonsense.

She thought better for a moment, and poured it into a glass, throwing the can into recycling.

Cassandra sat at the table, facing the door, but didn't drink.

Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

Oh, I'm interested.

Of Blood and Magic

Whoops

Of Blood and Magic

Cassandra

@Achronum@WeepingLiberty

“Save your fire for the Sinnenodel snake, Countess.”

She had been talking to Amaris, but the use of Cassandra's element as a euphemism made something click in her head. She was right. Fire wasn't the right tool here, not figuratively and certainly not literally. And until she had taken some arcane lessons, fire was all she had. What did Cassandra mean to do? Burn Princess Nox Noila to death? It was ridiculous.

She stood up straight, realizing for the first time that she had been standing almost as if ready to fight.

"Countess," she said, speaking clearly, but quietly. "I think we should go inside."

She hated to sound like a coward, but this wasn't the time or place to make this stand. She was not going to forget the mage, thrown about like a rabid dog. But Princess Nox was giving them exactly the right advice; this was a situation where they would be better leveraging her family's political power. She was doing exactly what Master Valius had always told her she would do, trying to fight people head on, even when she knew she couldn't win.

"I'll invite you in for some tea. Er, blood?" She made a conscious effort not to cringe at that suggestion. But wasn't she Countess Miriavaldi's mage now?

Outer Space Pirates (Concept) (Interest Gathering) (Discussion)

I have interest.

I'd take first mate, if it's open.

I'll look into a CS shortly.

And did we get a ruling on AI or robot characters?

Of Blood and Magic

Cassandra

It was starting to look like Cassandra would at least have someone to talk to for the rest of the night. Though, she reflected, it was a shame they couldn't watch the sunrise together, as that's what Cassandra really wanted to do.

Before the vampire could return the courtesy, though, a series of vehicles were barreling into the cul-de-sac. A cadre of soldiers marched from them into one of the houses, and Cassandra and the unknown vampire were approached by, of all people, Princess Nox herself.

“You will be Countess Marivaldi’s mage. The Astorio whelp turned left with his tail between his legs shortly after orientation.”

Cassandra's first stunned thought was, Wow, I really did scare him off... Though she realized moments later it was most likely unrelated.

“By the authority of the Royal Guard invested by Queen Noila and the Moonlight Council, your belongings, including your mage and hers, have been seized as possible threats to the Council. Once your belongings have been cleared by the Royal Guard, they will be returned to you and you may return to your lodgings along with your new mage. You and your mage are required to return to the Astorio dormitory at once.”

"Um, wait, I'm..." It wasn't often that Cassandra was at an actual loss for words, but she couldn't seem to construct a complete sentence in the face of the events unfolding around her. It was just dawning on her that she had a partner again, when that same person started in on... the princess.

“With all due respect Queen’s kin, I demand an explanation.”

“Should I be warning Lord Salazar to watch his back with the very Council he is sworn to serve and protect? You have made your position on how our family is run very clear despite your own situation. Perhaps you were not satisfied with the results of your investigation after my father’s death, but that does not entitle you to take advantage of the situation to continue your blatant harassment. Don’t you think it was a little inappropriate to send one of your drones to pick a fight with me just before raiding my home? This treatment is absolutely unacceptable!”

Cassandra didn't have any idea what was happening. She was paired again, now with this vampire, and they hadn't even finished introducing themselves. A human, a mage, was being forced violently from her home, and they were taking everything from the Countess, her new partner.

Fuck it.

"Yeah!" Cassandra joined the conversation loudly. She pointed past both countess and princess to the scene by the truck, "Look what they're doing! She's not even fighting them, where do you get off using this kind of force?"

She could feel the fire flaring inside of her as her temper rose. She grabbed it, and held it tight, but didn't let it out. The burning felt like strength to Cassandra, and she was glad to have it, but she knew nothing good could come of using actual magic in front of these soldiers.

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

@EnterTheHero

Do dragons sleep?

Are they our friends? Do they like us?

What is our living situation like?

Of Blood and Magic

Cassandra

@WeepingLiberty

With her potential new friend gone inside, Cassandra wasn't sure what to do with herself. Sure, she would never in a million years say she liked Dominique's company, but having none at all was honestly bizarre. She hoped she had spoken correctly to Lillie and her partner. Going over etiquette lessons, it seemed correct, but was leaving her normal, or a bad sign? Maybe she should have acted more honestly with them, like she did with Dom. He hadn't liked it, but it had brought them onto a strange kind of equal footing. But he was gone.

She was in an uncomfortable middle ground. She had never been on familiar terms with anyone besides her parents, but at the same time, she had been under watch and tutelage for almost as long as she could remember. She didn't know how to make friends, but was unaccustomed to being alone.

It was the magic that was to blame. She might have had a normal childhoood, even if she was a mage, if she hadn't awakened so early. It was one of her strongest and earliest memories. She had vague notions from before, remembered her brother, and what had happened to him. Enough that she felt the stark difference between her life before and after, even if she hadn't understood it at the time.

It had been like burning alive, she nearly destroyed the kitchen in the process.

Fire

It hurt, but it was the last time fire had hurt her. Like the first fire had sloughed off her weak human skin, and she had a scaled hide underneath. Of course, she looked perfectly normal after. The power was too strong for her weak child’s body, though, and it was an immense relief when it was sealed away, to await her coming of age. She’d hated it at first. The magic that had taken her brother. That she only survived because her family was being watched after the first child died.

She had no choice but to embrace it, though. If she was going to be forced to be a mage, she would do it. And she would make sure that people were looking at her because she was powerful, not because her brother had caused trouble when his own magic was unsupervised.

She stood close by the Astorio mailbox(or, rather, the Roth mailbox, since Dom had left), and was looking east, hoping to see the first rays of the sun. It would be a few hours still, but she wanted to see it when it happened.

But someone approached. A vampire. Taller than her, and apparently a noble.

“I take it you are one of my new neighbors? I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of a proper introduction just yet. Would your partner mind if I invited you in for a cup of tea and a conversation? Seems the teachers want us in doors this evening, in fact the guards are rather insistant on it.”

How to greet her? None of her social interactions had been in any way successful so far. So, at a loss for what to do otherwise, Cassandra just answered the question as if they were two normal people, and not a noblewoman of the ruling class, and someone else’s servant.

“I don’t think he’d mind anything, as he’s left. I, uh, don’t know where to, or what I should do in the meantime. So, I guess tea would be nice. I’m Cassandra. Cassandra Roth.”

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

Thomas

Name: Thomas Belle
Callsign: Stag
Age: 26
Species: Human

Appearance: A tall and thin man, with thick, but very fine hair. He can grow a glorious auburn beard when he lets himself. Belle has green eyes, and a narrow face. His eyebrows are heavy, the right one has a notch in it from beer bottle in a bar fight.

Personality: A quiet, but friendly and helpful sort of person. He has a strong sense of duty, and often puts that before his own needs or desires. As such, he is quick to action without much thought for personal consequences.

He does have his vices, but tends to share them freely with basically anyone who will join him for a drink or smoke.

Biography: Belle never wanted to be a soldier. He didn’t particularly not want to be one, either, it just never crossed his mind. He came from a rural colony out in the Red Line, was well liked in town and had a girl he was sweet on.

His younger brother was the wild child, seeking glory for himself. Despite being explicitly forbidden from doing so, Belle’s younger sibling ran away from home as soon as the Coalition would take him.

Thomas went out into space looking for him, but he found that his sibling had volunteered for the pilot program. He wasn’t touchable from where Thomas was, so he did the only thing he thought was an option: he volunteered himself.

Favors: Familiarity and routine. A bar with regulars that he knows. Live music.

Disfavors: Shirkers and layabouts.
Affinities: Brave, thinks nothing of throwing himself directly into combat, and tends to put himself between enemies and friends. Hand to hand, or close range combat. Working as a part of a unit.
Faults: He can make quick decisions for himself, and takes initiative well, but when tasked with making those same decisions for anyone else, he immediately begins to second guess himself. As such, he makes a poor leader.
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Name: Brave Hart
Appearance: About 60 meters long, but it has no tail. It is quadrupedal, with the proportions of a horse or deer. It has antlers on its head, but its head is more akin to a sort of reptilian wolf. All four legs end in four clawed “hands,” with three talons in front, and a third that sticks out backwards.
It’s wings are slender and graceful, but un proportion to its body, so that still makes them pretty big.
It is pale blue, with pale yellow trim around the claws, mouth and joints.
Personality: As the name implies, and just like its pilot, Brave Hart is unflinching in the face of danger, and seems to tolerate pain very well.
Brave is slow to anger, but when roused it can become terribly violent. When in a rage, Thomas loses some control, as the Dragon's feelings leach over to him through their integration.
Classification: Rook
Capabilities: It has four claws, and its antlers of course, though all are put to more defensive use. It can move with speed to ram an enemy, but the antlers play an even greater role. They can generate a force-shield, a little smaller than Brave Hart’s wing span. The barrier stops energy attacks, and anything moving above a certain speed. A regularly moving enemy could physically pass through it, but then they would have to contend with Brave Hart’s weapons.

It can condense the shield just to cover the antlers, making them shine bright as the sun, and turning them into indestructible blades.

It has a pair of machine guns that fire 155mm high explosive rounds, at about 500 rounds per minute.

Lastly, it can spew a sticky thermite gel from its mouth. A powerful weapon, but one that is dangerous if it continues to engage in close quarters.

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

@EnterTheHero i may have made a unnecessary assumption here, but do dragons have to have wings, or are there ground versions too? Mine wouldn't, if it's at all reasonable that a dragon is flightless.