Redking0380

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Fareed Nashala Asim

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Starry Night ball

Location: Grand Ballroom

Mead was not something he would call his preferred drink, in fact he did not really have one. A man in his position rarely got time to get into such cups and he found no enjoyment in the taste or effects of most liquors. This particular concoction was not a terrible one, not very obvious with its alcohol but with a smoky, honeyed taste that overpowers it. It's clear how one could easily have it and be tipsy for its potency was well hidden, making it almost feel like a juice until one starts stumbling.

“Thank you. Shall I help wit’ brreakfast, tomorrah? I’ve got a nice pile of breads from t’ last week, they’ll make fine eggy toast.”

@CitrusArms

”An offer like that? Why would I be having breakfast with you lest I happened to…wake up in the area?” Fareed doesn’t scoff, but does release a sound of amusement. Brushing off the offer mostly as something unintended.

“I say tha’ about my warrdrrobe, though someone did take me tae t’ local tailor nae sae long ago. Nae ferr this, obviously.
“Arre warrior women well in t’ ken of Alidasht tailors? Or perhaps yerr familiar of one with the rreyt skill.”

@CitrusArms

”There is a fair few, yes. But our tailors are much more used to strange and unorthodox methods of craft then most would expect. Mostly due to mine family, but several others of the region have a tendency to ask for both practical and impossible articles to be made.” He takes another sip of his drink. ”But it is good that you have seen your own tailor, whatever their skill may be. This current state of dress is atrocious to anyone with a discerning eye, mistakes covered in flamboyance. A mark of a charlatan seamstress.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Fareed Nashala Asim

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Starry Night ball

Location: Grand Ballroom

Drunk in short, was the woman who approached him. Positively straining her dress with poorly hidden muscles and with a stain or two not quite dried. Like most of those here, Fareed had an inkling who it was even if such knowledge was not in depth. A drunkard, a pragmatic, an uncouth, many words had passed between the sheets of paper that documented her existence. Shame there was nothing that stuck out as anything substantial, rumours that felt half-true until she had walked up.

“My squirre found a small keg of my favorrite mead. Care fer some?”

“I must say, the clothes of Alidasht are verry bold. Perrhaps I shall see one of your tailorrs, my own wardrrobe is a bit stale. I’ve never felt right, wearrin’ the frrilly things Caesonia’s ladies seem tae love.”

@CitrusArms

Fareed looked her over a tad closely, noting the clothes. That fur shawl fit, but it did not hide how that dress shirt pinched on the shoulders. Those buttons strained, the belt had an extra hole stabbed within it, the skirt roughly an inch short with a few to many tears then most regal clothes should. Yes, she could definitely use a better wardrobe and something more fitting with her personality.

”Yes, I do believe I will take you up on that.”

It had been awhile since he had talked of such mundane things, it will be a good distraction.

Endless Night Shall Finally Welcome the Dawn (Interest check revamped! Thanks for the feedback)

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Hello. The RP has been started at another site! But we are still accepting players for this arc.

@Mas Bagus

Oh, I was going to express interest myself. What site do you speak of?

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Fareed Nashala Asim

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Starry Night ball

Location: Grand Ballroom

”Ever the vigilant one. I do remember your duties, Fareed. But pleasantries suggest I still ask if you are here for pleasure or for business – if anything for my own curiosity.”

[@LavaAlckon]

”Business, as you should well know. Mine siblings do hope for pleasure to come of it, but their optimism is unfounded. Still, it did not hurt to go along with them when I did plan to be in the area originally.” Fareed states simply, once more looking around the room but not clearly seeing any of his charges. ” I would not have been on the dance floor, there is a wonderful spot on the second floor that gives good vantage and response time. There was a wonderful bit of machinery up there I hoped to examine. That would have been my relaxation of the night should things have gone to plan.”

"Nothing would make me happier than seeing your home."

@princess

He does not interject immediately, but does so with a gleam in those amber eyes. ”If there is one thing I can give my cousin and his family credit is the refinement of the Sultan's decorations. I shall never speak ill of my father, but he does lack a certian…eye for those things. Pragmatic, or practical some would call him.” Fareed pats down his jacket for a moment, making a show of it before pulling out a small folded paper that extends out to map. It was not anything that would be shown to the random or threatening, but a hand annotated map of the Sultan's palace gives a good view of what to expect. He carefully does not go into depth of what things they did to adjust the view of the Palace, but such details can be given by the more sly of the two Alidasht natives.

If you like somebody, you should just say so and be done with it. Life is short, and then you die, so there is hardly any use in standing around waiting."

@princess

But before he would show his cousin a modicum of visible trust, Fareed was…surprised. Enough that his stoic facade slipped for a second. The sharpness of his features did not so much soften as they looked tired, like a man without a thousand days rest.

”Yes…Matters such as that are better spoken aloud then aloud to drown between pages and raindrops.” The guard slips the map to his cousin before clearing his throat. ”I am afraid I must excuse myself, duty calls.” It was clear what that truly meant, even if he did hesitate before moving.

Wilderness Wonderland: A Mascot Horror Game (Monster of the Week)

Oh this entire time I misread it, I thought we were looking for their 9 year old child nit the mother

Wilderness Wonderland: A Mascot Horror Game (Monster of the Week)

@Redking0380

Ellora isn't a child. She's a fully grown woman.

@rush99999

I know, I thought it was implied she was looking for the kid as well?

Wilderness Wonderland: A Mascot Horror Game (Monster of the Week)

William Aubergine

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Even with preparation, William found it hard to witness things that stood out without explanation. He knew of the Animitronics, knew of their twisted natures, even saw it closely with O’Malley, but it is not something one reconciles with easily. That something fundamental with the logic he knew was wrong, further exasperated by the use of some skill that both powered a television that was clearly unplugged and streamed a video to that same screen.

It all makes him itch, physically and with a need to do something.

So he does, stepping up to that window and passport. ”I remember the prototype of this thing going around years ago.” He does not quite touch it yet, merely stepping to the side to look it over. ”Wonder if they ever fixed that battery problem…” He moves on, towards that looming archway towards the rest of the park.

”Well, I had my route planned but seeing as we are working together now that it is moot. The Duck is here to save that person who might be in the Academy, what are you two here for? What are you planning? I would rather finish this up quickly, and knowing a route would expedite a lot of issues.”

Wilderness Wonderland: A Mascot Horror Game (Monster of the Week)

Well thats not foreboding at all.

Graveyard Orbit

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Might be bit that wasn't my intention.

@JFK

Yeah, lots of similarities between them after I rechecked up on the guy. Specifically in terms of being a thing trapped in a suit and such after an accident with reliance on gasses.

Graveyard Orbit

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Might be bit that wasn't my intention.

@JFK

Yeah, lots of similarities between them after I rechecked up on the guy. Specifically in terms of being a thing trapped in a suit and such after an accident with reliance on gasses.