NekoKyu

In Secret We Lie: Still Accepting, In Need of Humans

@Necrodancer I'm curious about her Rank; I assume that's not what her job is during the festival and just so happens to be her normal job back in society? Initially, I thought you were implying that she was hired to kill one of the other servants by someone, but from her history it didn't seem that way. She can still be an assassin as her normal job, but rank should be her role on the island. Also, she'll need a color that's associated with her, I normally have people list that in the "Other:" section

In Secret We Lie: Still Accepting, In Need of Humans

@Necrodancer Hello! We'd be happy to have you on board. You're welcome to PM, post in OoC chat, or here. I'm fine with whatever you find most comfortable, as long as approval is given before transferring over to the character section

In Secret We Lie: Still Accepting, In Need of Humans

Bumping this to let people know that we are still accepting if there are those out there still interested in joining

In Secret We Lie: False Gods & Human Servants

Fuck.

Amaris’ internal monologue played out.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckity FUCK.

Were he to vent his frustrations outwardly for others to hear, he'd be much more eloquent and diverse in his speech. But for the unspoken words in his mind? He didn't give a damn if it seemed crude or simple or repetitive. Fuck summed up his frustrations perfectly.

For months he had been preparing, trying to find the right amount of balanced chaos. Just enough to earn himself and his family scorn for years to come, but not so much as to wind up dead. Or to get anyone else killed for that matter. But as the Gods arrived one by one, a cold realization grew that perhaps a pot luck party would not be a safe choice for this particular crowd. He might as well announce an all you can eat buffet and present himself first in line for Getsuy.

God damnit.

Could the scavenger hunt still be salvaged? Perhaps with some recon, Amaris might still be able to work something out. Surely most of the Gods have arrived as well, so it should be fine to leave his post and join the ballroom. With one final look far into the distance for signs of divine, the poised young man opened the doors for himself this time.

And through the open door, he spotted the Goddess of death herself leaving the ballroom. Was it her distaste for the outfit choices presented? Were his plans actually working on day one? Amaris kept his excitement quietly hidden behind his simple mask as he hurried briskly into the grand room to inspect the scene. He quickly spotted Baron looking a bit lost. It was a bit rare to see him even slightly uncomposed, so Amaris had to fight back the urge to tease him. He couldn't let the perfect mask slip off just yet.

“Baron,” Amaris called to the knight, “is everything alright? I saw Goddess Morrigan leave wearing pants.” The red haired man looked around the room, and with an expression that would've put theatre actors to shame, feigned quiet alarm and unease at the gaggle of Gods in cross dressed formal wear.

Mentions: Morrigan @Lunari
Interaction: Baron @The Savant

(No color coding, sorry. BBC is a pain on phone)

In Secret We Lie: False Gods & Human Servants

"Oh yes, socializing. I suppose I could chat with Antero a bit if that will satisfy you," Roshan nodded absently. Although his brief swim may have washed away the nervous sweat that had beaded his neck earlier, he couldn't deny that a part of him was still reluctant to return to the party scene. His desire to please those he respected was stronger however, and so he couldn't deny Nieve in the least. Instead, he tried to find comfort in the fact that her presence would accompany his return. He just hoped he wouldn't disappoint her too much by forcing her into a role she wouldn't want.

With Nieve's hand in his own, Roshan began the gentlemanly task of leading her back toward the garden path. The warm scent of the surrounding garden and refreshing mist of the forest beyond mixed together and filled his being. Soon, he would be trading it with the human perfumes and candle smoke inside. He much preferred the sweet smell of honey.

A warning flashed in his head.

Honey? That was innocuous enough, welcomed even. He would've loved to simply bask in the blanket of aromas, but the all-too-familiar crawl along the back of his neck refused to allow him to relax. "We should go the other way," he spoke simply, his deep voice sounding detached and unfeeling. He gave no further explanation, as he pulled his hand free from Nieve and grabbed one of the twisted horns that hung from his neck.

The scene: A happy reunion. A quiet, calming solitude. Who would fit the stage best? Roshan swiftly settled on the horn of his mother—soothing and determined—and placed the open tip to his lips. Just as the soft and joyful notes began to leave the other end, the hum of rot rolled across the garden and began to mingle with the smells. Roshan likened it to overly ripened and decaying fruit, or parasites hiding in refuse. Getsuy was here. Yet as the stench continued to invade, Roshan's radiant song marched on unaffected. Fuck. He would much rather utter profanties and expletatives.

@Lunari @BunniesOfDoom @Ducksworth

In Secret We Lie: False Gods & Human Servants

At Antero's words, Aeliana wanted to grin excitedly, to wear the kind of smile that extended from ear to ear. She wanted to remark snarkily and tease and argue, but alas perhaps another time. Instead, she feigned a look of innocence and surprise. "Apologies Antero, but I was trying to be subtle. You know how sensitive Roshan can be, and especially when he's around Getsuy. It's only day one of the celebration, certainly it would be best to take it easy in the beginning?" As she reasoned out her thoughts, she lackadaisically took a passing glass of champagne. Her blue eyes inspected the curious form of the Manakin through the lens of golden pink liquid and bubbles. There was something about the sight of her friend in this setting that she likened to a ship in a bottle: cramped and contained and oh so carefully crafted.

Meanwhile, Getsuy's pace which was once practically 'composed' for his standards, started to seem... desperate. Aelia almost wanted to think it was a form of panic, but she didn't think the wendigo were even capable of such emotions yet. And yet, watching the creature trying to channel control over his hunger in a manner so tame was almost remarkable. In previous centuries she would've expected him to have simply given in and snapped to his urges. So what made him so focused and persistent today?

And just like that, Getsuy took his leave trailing after the sweet scent of flora and honey. "Oh, toodles darling," Aelia called softly, but she already expected it would be unlikely he would respond. He was trailing on a grand quest of friendship after all, that alone surely showed some modicum of growth.

"Roshan and Getsuy in the garden... With Melion there, surely he can be trusted to maintain peace, right?" Aelia pondered aloud to Antero in a casual tone. It wasn't that she lacked concern, but rather motivation. Even as she spoke, she was already searching about for an excuse to not be involved. As she spotted just the thing, her gaze alit with delight.

She quickly swallowed the remaining contents of her glass and spoke with half a grin, "Antero, you know I love you right?" Then with a flash of movement, she swiftly relocated to a table not too far, but more in the corner. With a lack of personal space that Aelia often presented with, she sidled up arm to arm with the young woman busily tending to flowers. She waved innocently to Antero, before turning to inspect this new stranger. Her face was partially obscured by the plain mask of a servant, but the pockets and folds of her uniform were stuffed with sagging flowers that once stood at the center of every table. "Hello Wallflower," Aelia cooed in a pleasant and curious tone, "How interesting! Is it the new fashion to dress in boquets?"

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@AvaP@BunniesOfDoom@mmori

In Secret We Lie: False Gods & Human Servants

@mmori Thanks for joining us! She looks great, feel free to throw her in!

In Secret We Lie: Still Accepting, In Need of Humans

took a bit reading, i might be interested in joining as a human. c:

@mmori

We'd be happy to have you on board ☺️

In Secret We Lie: Still Accepting, In Need of Humans

Hey folks! Bumping in the hopes of getting some more interested party members~

In Secret We Lie: False Gods & Human Servants

Oof. The tension was palpably thick. It was understandable, sure, considering Getsuy’s... reputation. This continuing 'game' of stacking more and more trays wasn't exactly on Aeliana's list of planned activities either. Unfortunately, with so many humans present she felt that cold need to play babysitter, if only at least for the sake of harmony.

...Oh god, Aelia protecting harmony? The very thought forced her to repress a shiver. In any other situation she would very happily be fighting for the side of playful chaos. She glanced at Antero, her eyes quietly begging for an excuse to misbehave. Safely, of course.

"I smell the deer."

"Hmm?" Aeliana feigned a look of ignorance. There were really only a small, teeny tiny pool—no, puddle of reasons for Getsuy the Ravenous to be fixated upon something or someone. And though more human than usual, she doubted his current interests extended to music.

"Oh! Venison! Yes, I'm sure that they have venison prepared as well!" The phoenix announced quite loudly, purposefully so that it would be easy for her words to be overheard. It obviously wasn’t what Getsuy had meant.

Aelia grabbed another tray and noted that the spread was getting less formal and more and more…carnivorous. Smart. Less preparation needed to just put out a slab of meat, especially if left mostly or fully raw. "Oh dear," the woman faked her concern, "let me know if you’d like it cooked a bit more Getsuy darling." She gave what looked to be a playful wink as she flicked a little dancing sparkle of flame between her fingers. The gesture was more for show, since she felt certain the wendigo didn’t care much for a meal's level of doneness, if at all.

@AvaP@BunniesOfDoom