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>TMW you realize that your character is a root cause of another character's distressed state.




Location: Almack’s
Mood Music: "Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch
“And that's why they call me bad company. I can't deny. Bad bad company till the day I die.”



As the words regarding the Lady Crypt's friends left his lips, he watched the emotions play out on the woman's pale face. His tilted to the side the slightest bit as he watched her, his intense dark brown eyes meeting her icy blue-grey ones. He saw the anger that his news brought her. Anger. That was the emotion he more expected to see on her face, on the face of a Crypt. Not the emotional pain that he had seen on her features earlier.

But why was he so intrigued with her? he thought to himself as his eyes scanned her bony form up and down, as if he could find the answer there. Maybe it wasn't that simple. Maybe it was something deeper. Perhaps it was that he just did not expect to see a glimpse of humanity on the face of a dark criminal like him. After all, it was a feat that he could not profess to have accomplished himself. He had been taught to filter out emotions like sadness, and joy even, as it would cloud his judgment and act as dead weight. Or so he was told. Thus bitterness and anger was all he really knew and all he exuded.

His gaze returned to Mary as she spoke in that annoyingly calm and somewhat patronizing voice. “Probably for your own good," he muttered in response to her comment that she did not know about his family before his attention returned to the Lady Crypt. However, Mary's next words made his head snap back over to her, his eyes narrowing. Apologize? He cannot recall apologizing for much of anything, but perhaps that was one of the many problems he needed to resolve in his life. His jaw clenched at the notion as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest. His gaze went back to the Lady Crypt as she spoke up again, with coldness in her voice that was clearly directed at him. He arched a brow in response before letting out a small resigned sigh. “Sorry," he stated as nice as he could manage in the moment, which really wasn't very nice at all. He then turned away from them and started to walk off.

Meanwhile, Thalcona's brows furrowed as Vladimir stared into her eyes, using the trained gift of Chteniye Dushi to read what he could about her. She was honestly skeptical about the purpose or validity of such a gift, but oh well, whatever. When he finally did speak though, she was shocked to find how much the words hit home. Her eyes widened slightly and her breath came in a bit sharply. For the most part, she hid her surprise and uneasiness well. It wasn't lost on her that her twin brother Thalken had doubts and regrets about the dark lifestyle that they had both been brought up into. With that in mind, the man's words meant more to her than he would know. She absentmindedly nodded her head in response, not quite listening to the rest of what he said. "I need to go find my brother," she stated simply before walking off without another word in typical Talink fashion.







Location: Almack’s
“It’s our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”



"I-Is that a tiger?" Leon stuttered, looking over at his older brother Fyror with wide eyes. Fyror nodded stiffly in response, though his similarly wide eyes did not dare leave the full grown tiger that occupied the room. His muscles tensed further as the Myshka yawned, revealing those large canines that could flay a man open with ease. And yet after yawning and stretching its paws out, the predator relaxed back against the Grand Duchess as if it was meant to be there after all.

Leon looked at the others in the room dumbfounded. Was no one else seeing this? he thought to himself. Fyror on the other hand did not dare pull his gaze away from the tiger and his hand still rested on the hilt of his sword. He took a few cautious steps forward, not wanting to provoke the beast into attacking but still wanting to get to Elizaveta. She seemed to be at ease with the tiger curled up against her, but that fact hardly put his protective nature at ease.
@Lady Amalthea@Sigil Okay, I have a question. Can Thalken walk away at this point, or is it still battle mode and thus requires a roll? 0.o
>TMW you're in the middle of the pasture and those dark clouds come rolling in fast.





Location: Twelve Daggers Tavern - Port of Tortuga
Mood Music: "Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch




Sirena's lips pulled up into a genuinely pleased smile as Édouard's men reacted more positively from the get-go than she had initially anticipated. It was clear to her that they were desperate for a new captain, as surprisingly none of them seemed greatly opposed to working for a woman. There were even some nods and murmurs of agreement amongst them. Yet they still did not give her a direct yes or no. Something, or someone, seemed to be holding them back. When their heads turned in unison, her brows furrowed slightly and her blue eyes followed their gazes to the source. That's when she noticed the man sitting not too far off from them, his feet propped up on the table in front of him and his face hidden partially in shadows. His mug of rum was rested on the table, and from what she could tell, his gaze was intently on them.

Edgard had been watching all the happenings in the tavern with great interest from his reclined position. He had long since forgotten about his rum, the alcohol not nearly as intriguing as all the drama that had been brewing since Mademoiselle Ikaria had stepped foot in the door. He was unsure as whether to consider her brave or too foolish for her own good. She certainly knew how to scrounge up information and wrap men around her fingers. However, in the process she inadvertently provided her competition with useful knowledge about the flask's power. Not that Édouard was bright enough to realize that, but as Éd's quartermaster, Edgard could put the information to use. Regardless of her slip-up, weak was still not a word that he would use to describe Mademoiselle Ikaria, which was a good thing, for her own sake. He despised anything and anyone he deemed as weak, and he wished to purge that weakness from these lands with blood and fire.

But when Sirena had the gall to try to tempt Édouard's men into abandoning their ship and pledge allegiance to Captain Harlianne James, she was treading in dangerous waters and she did not even know it. His jaw clenched, and there was a dark intensity to his deep blue eyes as he waited to see how the men would react to her proposal. His hands clenched into fists when he saw them nodding and murmuring in agreement; however, his darkening mood was abated for the moment when the men looked expectantly to him. A devious grin lit up his features, his ego sufficiently fueled by their actions. He slid his feet off of the table and stood up to his full 6'1" height before striding over to them. "Superb job, Mademoiselle. You just about got them wrapped around your finger," he exclaimed mockingly, even clapping to add to the derision. As he stopped in front of her though, his features hardened and his voice became cold. "However, you forgot to factor in one thing: me, the quartermaster."

As the man's dark gaze came into the light, Sirena knew right away that he was not at all like the others. This man was dangerous. But that realization did not frighten her as she had dealt with plenty of powerful men in her lifetime. All it meant was that she would have to play her cards more carefully for now on. She raised her chin up confidently. She did not take kindly to the way he mocked her, and she had to focus harder on keep her indignation from showing on her face. As the man drew near, she found that she had to look up higher and higher to meet his eyes. He towered over her much shorter height, and he appeared as if he could easily crush her petite frame with his muscular arms. She maintained eye contact with him even as his demeanor became more threatening. "The offer stands for you as well, sir," she stated as alluringly as she could manage as she smiled up at him.

Sirena's statement and attempt to woo him actually made him laugh. And it wasn't a small laugh. No, he laughed at her heartily. "Tempting, really, but no." he replied, his voice amused at first before quickly darkening.

Sirena's expression faltered when the man began to laugh her face. How dare he treat her in such a manner. But as much as she wanted to give the man a piece of her mind, she bit her tongue. She was caught a bit off guard as the man suddenly bent down and put his face inches away from hers. She fought the urge to take a step back so he was no longer in her personal space, but she stubbornly did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was making her uncomfortable.

"The only way these men are abandoning the ship is through death," he hissed. His gaze remained intense as he held that position for a few seconds longer before retreating. He righted himself again and turned to directly address the men. "Quittez le navire si vous le souhaitez, mais permettez-moi de vous rappeler ce que je fais aux traĂźtres. Je les tue lentement et douloureusement," he exclaimed threateningly. He was curious to see if they heeded his warning. If not? Well, as far as he was concerned, any man foolish enough to betray him was a dead man walking.
@Morose I think this applies to both Edgard and Edouard. XP

>When you make an evil character that is likely going to wreck some havoc in IC. >:3
>When you make an evil character that is likely going to wreck some havoc in IC. >:3
@Morose His base relations with Ed and his fiancée are up. Not sure that he would know anyone else necessarily. ;3

@Morose HE'S ALIVE!!! Welcome Lord Edgard Pyrbeest, the Baron of Blood and Fire, the Destroyer of the Weak!

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