Pundii

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Well, things are turning out well. Now Liam has the attention of a demon, and the only two people who can help have either been shot or killed, and all he has to use is anything he might have learned from old literature.

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tom Fisher

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Location: Tristan's Quarters

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As he moved into the room, Tom seem barely phased as the vase crashed by his head, a few shards colliding with the side of his face as he stood there, watching Tristan closely. While Tristan screamed his head off, Tom remained silent, hands clasped in front of him as he watched the Tower Lead. This wasn't exactly uncommon, Tristan liked to throw his weight around and scream his head off, threats, complaints, all sorts of whining which one would commonly expect of a spoiled six year old. Plenty of the others in the tower just stood and took it, perhaps concerned for their jobs or positions, but Tom did no such thing.

When he finished speaking, Tom cleared his throat and took a number of steps closer, toward Tristan's desk. He didn't stop before it, moving to walk around it. He did so until he stood a few inches from Tristan, staring down at the man, his motions and positioning intended to send a message as much as his words. "I was doing my job, Debute - stopping the new Tower Lead in Training from dying by catching a ship while you did fuck-all up here." He paused for a moment to let the words sink in before he continued. "You could have been injured - but you weren't, so you could have quite easily gone down to the MOR and, oh, I don't know, done your fucking job." He let out the words with a hiss.

"Alternatively, if you feel that you might be in a little discomfort, or you're scared you might publicly shit your britches because you have to actually work for once in your fucking life, I can organise for you to have a more comfortable, and safer accommodation in the security offices." The words could have been taken as a threat, and to a degree they were. Tristan was guilty of a great deal, it may not have been enough for him to lose his position, but Tom could likely have had the man detained, especially if he tried to unlawfully remove Tom from his position.

Leaning down, he kept his eyes locked on Tristan's, a serious expression on his face as he spoke slowly and clearly. "Get. This. Through. Your. Head." He began. "You are a stuck-up, corrupt, shit-at-your-job Tower Lead, and the day I put you at the top of my priorities is the day I put my gun in my mouth. My priority is the safety of the entire populace of this tower, no one takes precedence over that, and the only one who might, is the only T1 in this tower who seems to do anything of worth." Standing up straight again, he moved back around the table, glancing back toward Tristan, forcing a half-smile and a more professional demeanor. "Feel free to contact me if you require any further assistance, Debute." He commented before beginning to move out.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Jeremy Bennet

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Location: Noelle Morgan's Home

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Listening intently to Noelle as she spoke, Jeremy swore internally as Noelle claimed what Jeremy thought she would - Robert hadn't told her anything. He was always a difficult bastard to follow. Moving to stand as she finished speaking, he gave her a nod. "Thanks, i'll try not to be too much of a bother. Can I get you anything while i'm here? Cup of coffee?" He chuckled in a somewhat awkward manner, waiting for any confirmation that she was fine before he moved off.

He moved upstairs first, looking around for the study. As he got inside, he sighed as he glanced about. Much as he expected, things were everywhere, paper, turned over furniture, pictures pulled off the walls and all matter of mess. He started simply, re-arranging the papers and folders thrown everywhere, glancing over them as he did so for anything of note. He figured he'd be there for a while, there was a lot of mess, and Jeremy figured he needed to be thorough. There were a few usual codes he and Robert had used in the past, ones he hoped he might've left for him, but he wasn't sure.

He looked over every little bit of the room, looking under the furniture, under the rugs, even feeling around for secret switches - he wouldn't have put that past Gerard, after all it wouldn't have been the first time he used them. Part of him figured Noelle might have been uncomfortable with how thorough he was being, but she'd known him for at least a few months before he went to prison, and she knew her father, the two were quite alike in that regard.

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Lucas Walsh

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Location: Apartment 1B

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Chuckling, he watched as she lay back, feeling her head rest back onto his thigh as he continued to work his way through the food rather quickly. Letting his own lips brush against her cheek in reply to her kiss as he watched her stand, he made an exaggerated groan. "I just have to drive you everywhere, don't I?" He smirked as he watched her turn back toward him, setting his plate down for a moment to pick up the coffee again and take a long sip.

He didn't stick in bed too long, finishing off his breakfast as he set it aside, moving to get dressed. Sliding his glasses onto his face, Lucas moved to retrieve his dishes and moved out of the bedroom, heading down the hall and into the kitchen to hear Risa giggling, spotting the look on her face. "Why do I feel like whatever you're thinking about is bad for me?" He smiled as he approached her, setting his free hand on the small of her back as he leaned over to plant another gentle kiss on her cheek, setting his dishes in the sink carefully.

"How'd you like to go out for dinner tonight?" He asked, unknowingly echoing her own thoughts. "There's this place near the school i've been eyeing for a while now, apparently they do a hell of a couple's deal." He shrugged as he moved to lean against the counter dividing the kitchen and the living room, eyes never leaving her.

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@Buddha

You're the Ramsay Bolton Arthur never had as a son <3

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose

I feel like I should add 'outlandish good looks' to Liam's skills, considering how far it seems to get him with chars like Amelia and Sutton :P

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

@Lady Amalthea @Morose

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Lucan Gully

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Location: Outside the Princess' Room -> The Feast
Interacting With: Princess Madeline @MissCapnCrunch

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Turning to the door as it opened, Lucan smiled to Madeline as she left the room, giving her a slight bow. "Princess, you look radiant as ever." He complimented her with a smile, following after her as she began to move down the hall. It was fairly often that Lucan was paired with the princess, more often than he was assigned to protect the king himself. Continuing down the corridor, it didn't take long before they reached the festivities. Remaining relatively close to the princess as they walked, he gently pulled her seat out for her before moving to her side once she'd sat down, giving the King and Queen a brief bow.

Most of the other kingsguard were around the periphery of the feast, or outside, in the middle of it all, Lucan stuck out like a sore thumb in his armour. His eyes drifted about, and it didn't take long before he spotted his family. His father was exactly how he assumed he would be, standing with his head turned high, speaking with his brother, he had his characteristic frown and seemed none-too-pleased about any of the festivities. As he saw his father look in his direction, he gave him a slight nod in respect. There had always been a tension between himself and his father since he left for the kingsguard, for most of his life, Lucan had been trained to be the ideal heir to the Gully name, and he'd thrown it aside.

Turning his gaze over to the side, he caught a glimpse of the other noteworthy family, the Hylands. It didn't take long before his eyes settled on Emmaline, and a wretched feeling, something he figured was close to guilt, welled in his stomach. It'd been a while since he'd seen her last, and she'd been none-too-pleased with him the last time, he wouldn't have been surprised if that was still the case. One of the women in their family he was certain would be displeased however was her mother, Julia. Lucan had seen first-hand Lady Julia's more blunt, mean side, though - she was a far cry from his father.

Turning his gaze away again with a sigh, Lucan set his gaze on one of the men who approached to offer a gift to the Princess. He smiled half-heartedly as Madeline seemed pleased at the necklace, before that smile faded at Samson's comment. Lucan had a fair relationship with the king, but even he admitted that the man could appear like something of an ass from time to time. As Madeline stood and spoke, Lucan smiled softly in her direction, watching as she sat again and leaning over to speak quietly to her. "Well spoken, Princess - very queenly." He smiled to her.

Arthur Gully

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Location: The Feast
Interacting With: Amelia, @smarty0114 Catarina, @Buddha Myriam, @Ferris Ithobal, @Tmitche23 Samson, Margaret, Madeline @MissCapnCrunch

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Watching his children, Arthur's frown shifted into a more neutral expression. He still did not exactly seem pleased by everything, but at the very least, he did not seem so disdainful. The straight line of his mouth was often the closest Arthur ever got to smiling. Looking past his kids, he saw Amelia as she began to approach them again. When it came to being proud of his children, Amelia was perhaps the one Arthur was most proud of, but he knew well enough to keep her at arms length. She knew the game, and she knew how to play it well, so of course Arthur knew not to trust her entirely. He gave her a nod to her apology, glancing back toward Ithobal.

His attention was stolen however by his youngest daughter. Hearing her speak to him, he watched as he heard her excitable words. In another situation he would have been stern with the girl, told her to quiet down and take on a more ladylike stature, but he did not wish to draw any attention by speaking harshly to her. He figured his appearance would be enough. Watching Catarina, his lips shifted downward into a slight frown, and his eyes focused on her in a way that said a hundred words. In many ways, Arthur could communicate far better through a look than he ever could through words, there was something immense behind each look the man gave, a sense of power.

Once he was sure Catarina had gotten the understanding of his look, he turned his gaze back toward Ithobal, watching as he gave his gifts out to his sisters. "Indeed, we should go speak to them. Myriam, go find your mother, hm?" Although the words indicated a suggestion, it was fairly clear that it was intended as an order. Turning his gaze to the royals, Arthur's eyes found those of his eldest, Lucan. Watching the boy, he turned his head upward somewhat, and sucked in a breath, Arthur was still disappointed in Lucan for giving up his responsibilities, but to a degree he understood the benefit of his son's position to his own family.

Beginning to approach the royals, Arthur turned his head and spoke softly toward Ithobal, for once, there did not seem to be a harsh tone to his voice, he spoke more plainly. "Today may determine the future of our family." He began, shifting his hands behind his back and clasping them together. "You have the opportunity to establish an incredible dynasty for the Gully House, and I am confident you may bring us to that." He kept his gaze on Ithobal as he spoke, pausing for a moment to make sure Ithobal acknowledged them before he turned his gaze back to the royals as he approached.

As they reached them, Arthur became a different man, he bowed his head to the King and Queen, and as he turned to the Princess he did something most peculiar - he smiled. "Your Grace, Princess Madeline." He greeted them both. For many years Arthur had something of a close relationship with King Samson, having protected his interests during the Malver rebellion, he had often been called to advise or even lead some of the King's own forces in battles since. "The Gully's are most pleased to be here for the celebrations of your name-day, Princess, my Son and Heir here, Ithobal - will be fighting for your hand." He motioned to Ithobal with the same smile on his face, eyes drifting to Lucan for a moment. "Though I do hope my eldest has been taking good care to protect you as lord-commander, Your Graces."

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@Buddha

Yeah, apologies on that regard, the idea was only very sudden, you could say Tybalt was aware of the scenario but didn't really know Emmaline or the Hyland girls involved personally.

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Hey hey everyone, small announcement-thing

@HushedWhispers and I came up with an idea to create a little more tension/history/rivalry between the Gully and Hyland families.

To put it simply - before Lucan went to join the Kingsguard, he and Emmaline were betrothed in an effort to make an alliance between both the families, but that fell through when Lucan made his oaths to the Kingsguard. We figured mostly this would've been kept on the down-low, but some of the older/more senior members of each family would know about it. So the characters we established would probably know about this (other than myself and Hushed's characters) were:

Hylands:
Edwin - @smarty0114
Emerin - @MrMonsoon

Gully:
Tybalt - @Buddha
Amara - @smarty0114
Amelia - @smarty0114
Myriam - @Ferris

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tom Fisher

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Location: The Infirmary

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Nodding his head, Tom let out something of a relieved sigh to hear that Silvia would be okay. He knew to trust Crisna's word, she knew what she was doing far better than anyone else in the tower, and she'd never failed to correctly guess how the outcome of a patients recovery would be. Chuckling at her comments, he nodded. "I'll make sure they've got a crystal ready for her before the next ship comes in." He made a mental note to put his team to help with the effort of doing so, he figured many of the crews would be busy helping repairs, so he'd give as much manpower as he could.

Glancing back down to Silvia as Crisna moved around the table, he let out another relieved sigh. Silvia had already been putting in quite the effort for the people in their tower, an effort no one got under Tristan. She'd already managed to have quite the effect on morale, and he figured it'd have been a drastic loss already, if she had required moving off-world for treatment. Tom was immensely pleased to only be a T4, and even then, he didn't often use his own abilities. He could only imagine some of the stress that would have come with being a T1, he didn't envy her at all.

Glancing over to Crisna as she spoke up again, he nodded as she motioned and followed her out of the room, listening quietly to her explanation. "Well, the no ego will be a welcome change of pace, at least." He shrugged his shoulders, glancing back into the room and watching Silvia for a moment as he continued to listen to Crisna. "Well, if her and Tristan work different shifts, hopefully they shouldn't have to get too 'volatile' with each other, but thank you for the heads up." He gave Crisna a nod, scratching at his chin as he shrugged at her next question.

"He's either in his room or he ran for it when the alarms went off. I suppose I should go find out." He shrugged his shoulders, glancing back over to Silvia for a moment before turning back to Crisna. "Keep me updated on her recovery, if you need help with anything, let me know." He smiled, giving her a slight nod before turning to move off, heading back to the elevator and sending it up to Tristan's quarters.