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Three checks each or three checks between the two of us?
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A while back, I spoke at length about Skobeloff's parents, but never managed to get around to his siblings. Well now I have. Behold!
Blanc (Dre/Drem): An Academic of House Semscale. The book dre carries with drem is Lung-Kwan’s Famous Dragons and What They Did. Blanc and Skobeloff don't really see each other all that much. And while he has no solid evidence to back it up, Skobeloff has this vague feeling that it's because Blanc is afraid of him.
Chrome (They/Them): A Crafter of House Rothscar. Their mediums are writing, directing, and instruments. They aspire to leave behind a great theatrical legacy. Skobeloff aids them in this goal whenever he can.
Rainbow (He/Him): A Daredevil of House Rothscar. His beast companion is a snigen (a snake/pig/chicken) called Breakfast. Named after the fact that it lays a few eggs and sheds its skin every morning. The eggs are delicious and the shed skin can be turned into an equally tasty bacon. Rainbow sometimes shares the surplus with Skobeloff.
Cobalt (He/Him): An Elementalist of House Myndoth. He most often uses his elemental constructs as a way to cast shadow magic without exposing himself to its dangers. Skobeloff is slightly concerned by this habit.
Confetti (Dre/Drem): An Envoy of House Brynback known for their high society parties. Skobeloff makes a habit of gatecrashing any event hosted by drem.
Marigold (She/Her): A Nature Adept of House Myndoth. She is a precious cinnamon roll whose default reaction to even the most minor issue or decision is to consult her spirit guide and do whatever it says. Everyone who knows Marigold have, at one point or another, taken the spirit aside and explained to it in great detail the consequences that taking advantage of this over reliance will bring.
Zahavel (They/Them): An Orphan on the Path of Trials. They were raised by angel society rather than dragon society. Quillfeather, a good friend to the angels of New Nicaea, brought Zahavel to the Moonlit isles around the same time Skobeloff and his siblings left the Hatchery. This caused some of them, Skobeloff included, to see Zahavel as something of an adopted sibling. The Seers have foretold a prophecy that Zahavel will discover a dark secret of the Moons and uncover a shadowy, dragon conspiracy. Zahavel eagerly seeks to bring about this prophecy and Skobeloff helps them where he can.
Nova (She/Her): A Rebel who cut ties with House Kebros under encouragement from Redwing prior to his fall to the Darkness. She really enjoys using the stand up to a superior move, to the point that using it is a kneejerk reaction to encountering anyone older than her. She is also Skobeloff's chief co-conspirator in his plot to return Redwing from his Shadowself.
Mosaic (He/They): A Seer of House Semscale. He mysteriously appears from time to time, gives some sort of warning or advice in alliterative verse, and then vanishes as quickly as they arrived.
Terracotta (She/They): A Warrior of House Brynback. She possesses a large and valuable hoard and recently became affiliated with the Ancestral Guardians, a highly controversial movement of Warriors who augment their combat prowess with shadow magic and then look to other clutches' example to keep from becoming their Shadowselves. Skobeloff has been keeping a close eye on Terracotta for any sign of them succumbing to the same dangers that have already claimed half of their parents.
Blanc (Dre/Drem): An Academic of House Semscale. The book dre carries with drem is Lung-Kwan’s Famous Dragons and What They Did. Blanc and Skobeloff don't really see each other all that much. And while he has no solid evidence to back it up, Skobeloff has this vague feeling that it's because Blanc is afraid of him.
Chrome (They/Them): A Crafter of House Rothscar. Their mediums are writing, directing, and instruments. They aspire to leave behind a great theatrical legacy. Skobeloff aids them in this goal whenever he can.
Rainbow (He/Him): A Daredevil of House Rothscar. His beast companion is a snigen (a snake/pig/chicken) called Breakfast. Named after the fact that it lays a few eggs and sheds its skin every morning. The eggs are delicious and the shed skin can be turned into an equally tasty bacon. Rainbow sometimes shares the surplus with Skobeloff.
Cobalt (He/Him): An Elementalist of House Myndoth. He most often uses his elemental constructs as a way to cast shadow magic without exposing himself to its dangers. Skobeloff is slightly concerned by this habit.
Confetti (Dre/Drem): An Envoy of House Brynback known for their high society parties. Skobeloff makes a habit of gatecrashing any event hosted by drem.
Marigold (She/Her): A Nature Adept of House Myndoth. She is a precious cinnamon roll whose default reaction to even the most minor issue or decision is to consult her spirit guide and do whatever it says. Everyone who knows Marigold have, at one point or another, taken the spirit aside and explained to it in great detail the consequences that taking advantage of this over reliance will bring.
Zahavel (They/Them): An Orphan on the Path of Trials. They were raised by angel society rather than dragon society. Quillfeather, a good friend to the angels of New Nicaea, brought Zahavel to the Moonlit isles around the same time Skobeloff and his siblings left the Hatchery. This caused some of them, Skobeloff included, to see Zahavel as something of an adopted sibling. The Seers have foretold a prophecy that Zahavel will discover a dark secret of the Moons and uncover a shadowy, dragon conspiracy. Zahavel eagerly seeks to bring about this prophecy and Skobeloff helps them where he can.
Nova (She/Her): A Rebel who cut ties with House Kebros under encouragement from Redwing prior to his fall to the Darkness. She really enjoys using the stand up to a superior move, to the point that using it is a kneejerk reaction to encountering anyone older than her. She is also Skobeloff's chief co-conspirator in his plot to return Redwing from his Shadowself.
Mosaic (He/They): A Seer of House Semscale. He mysteriously appears from time to time, gives some sort of warning or advice in alliterative verse, and then vanishes as quickly as they arrived.
Terracotta (She/They): A Warrior of House Brynback. She possesses a large and valuable hoard and recently became affiliated with the Ancestral Guardians, a highly controversial movement of Warriors who augment their combat prowess with shadow magic and then look to other clutches' example to keep from becoming their Shadowselves. Skobeloff has been keeping a close eye on Terracotta for any sign of them succumbing to the same dangers that have already claimed half of their parents.
In his defense, machines are at least somewhat sturdier than organic lifeforms. It isn't that much of a stretch to assume a bullet to the leg would be less a life threatening injury and more an escape thwarting inconvenience to a bot.
“Hold your fire,” Silas's voice came back across the comms. “We don't know for certain there's a bounty. It's more valuable intact.”
"Understood. Holding fire." Ijin said, removing his finger from Finbl's trigger, but never allowing his eyes to stray far from the Urbot. So when attempts to calm the construct failed and the Cho's childlike charge turned to flee, Ijin was more than ready to place his finger back on the trigger and send a bullet into one of the machine's legs.
"Understood. Holding fire." Ijin said, removing his finger from Finbl's trigger, but never allowing his eyes to stray far from the Urbot. So when attempts to calm the construct failed and the Cho's childlike charge turned to flee, Ijin was more than ready to place his finger back on the trigger and send a bullet into one of the machine's legs.
When Luka made it back to his penthouse, he found only Montague waiting there for him. Jesse had to depart after receiving a call about some sort of fixer business that urgently required their attention. Before leaving though, Jesse had bade Montague make it abundantly clear to Luka that they would be speaking of what had happened at the diner when next they met. With that in mind, Luka immediately took a seat at his penthouse's dining room table and willed a pizza into existence. After all the excitement that he'd come from, Luka had worked up something of an appetite. An appetite much larger than Luka had expected, apparently. As by the time he had finished the pizza, his hunger had not abated. And so Luka willed a second pizza into being.
"Young master?" A voice spoke up then in confusion and concern.
Luka looked to see Montague watching him, obviously uneasy at the sight of Luka devouring a large pizza and then moving on to another. "The night's events have left me rather peckish." Luka explained. "...Ravenously so, it seems. Probably just a side effect of my newfound powers. Nothing you need worry yourself about, Montague."
"If I may ask, young master, what are these newfound powers of yours?" Montague asked as Luka took a bite of pizza.
"Whatever I want them to be." Luka declared after taking a moment to properly chew and swallow the chunk of pizza in his mouth. "I am now able to impose my wants upon reality. I need only will something be so and it will be so."
"Imposing your... wants." Montague repeated.
"Indeed." Luka confirmed. "Anything I desire is now little more than a thought away... You need not fear for your job security though. My power only has a reach of 15 feet, so I'll still be needing you for fetching things beyond my reach." With that said, Luka returned his focus to his pizza. A pizza that left him no closer to feeling full after finishing it than the first pizza did.
And so Luka conjured up a third pizza. Then a fourth. Then a fifth. Then a sixth. But no matter how much he ate, Luka felt no less hungry. Luka moved to manifest a seventh pizza then, but Montague beat him to the punch, placing a pizza he had been preparing in the background for the past five pizzas.
"Montague?" Luka asked in confusion at why the butler would bother doing this.
"I have a theory." Was Montague's simple reply.
Seeing no harm in humoring the help, Luka took up a slice and took a bite. It was the most delicious morsel Luka had tasted all month. Now don't get me wrong, the pizzas Luka had summoned were tasty too. But Montague's pizza blew them all out of the water in terms of taste. And on top of that, Luka found that his hunger was satisfied by the time he had finished his food.
Luka looked to Montague then. His face a silent request for an explanation.
"You said your powers let you impose your wants upon reality, yes?" The butler answered the unspoken question.
"...Oh of course these kinds of shenanigans would throw this in somewhere." Luka said, quickly catching on to the implication. "My powers allow me to bend reality however I want... Only however I want. It will never give me what I need."
"Just so, young master." Montague agreed.
Luka looked up at his butler and smiled. "Well, Montague... you didn't need to worry about losing your job before. But now you can be certain."
Montague smiled back at his charge. "My certainty didn't falter for even a moment to begin with, young master."
When dawn turned to daytime proper, Luka started his day with a Limo ride. Bound for the venue selected to host day three of his Twelve Days of Christmas Parties, Luka whiled away the drive by willing a fawning entourage into existence to occupy the empty seats of the passenger compartment. As a multitude of faceless men toasted his name and a throng of fawning faceless females worshipfully waited on him hand and foot, Luka thought back to what Montague had told him before.
Luka's powers let him manifest anything he wanted, but nothing that he needed. In this particular instance, Luka had wanted people praising his name. And he had gotten precisely that. But between the empty platitudes and hollow affections he had heard and received a thousand times before, and the fact that none of the people he summoned had a face, Luka concluded that what he truly needed was the esteem and praise of those he had not willed into existence.
Unsummoning the faceless fawners with a thought, Luka looked out a window as he slipped into deep contemplation. He had received a text from Jesse earlier, informing him that they were at the party and wanted to speak with him alone when he got there. Already knowing what it was that the fixer wanted to talk about, Luka had sent a simple reply of "Understandable. See you soon." back to them. No doubt Jesse still wanted answers regarding what had gone down on the tail end of the Boxing Day afterparty. Luka wasn't entirely sure how he would approach the conversation. But then again, Luka was rarely entirely sure about his approach to anything. The Indy Ploy was the greatest thing ever, after all. Making it up as he went along was always a lot more fun than planning things out ahead of time.
Luka was pulled from his thinking by a familiar sight beyond his window. Walking along the street was none other than one of the girls who was roped into this situation along with him. Ashley Whitlock... Or perhaps not Whitlock. She didn't take her surname being recognized all that well. Luka recalled her saying something about wanting her surname changed to Herrera but being unable to for some reason. Luka wondered if that might be something he could help with. After what he had tried to pull during the standoff at the diner, Luka figured he should probably extend some kind of olive branch. "Montague? Pull over in front of that girl there." Luka ordered.
"At once, young master." The butler dutifully complied with the request.
As the limo came to a stop, Luka rolled down the window and leaned out as Ashley drew near. "Miss Herrera." Luka said to Ashley in friendly greeting. "Running into you again so soon is a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. I'm on my way to meet an acquaintance of mine. One who might be able to help you with your name changing difficulties. If you're free to tag along at the moment, I could introduce you if you like."
"Young master?" A voice spoke up then in confusion and concern.
Luka looked to see Montague watching him, obviously uneasy at the sight of Luka devouring a large pizza and then moving on to another. "The night's events have left me rather peckish." Luka explained. "...Ravenously so, it seems. Probably just a side effect of my newfound powers. Nothing you need worry yourself about, Montague."
"If I may ask, young master, what are these newfound powers of yours?" Montague asked as Luka took a bite of pizza.
"Whatever I want them to be." Luka declared after taking a moment to properly chew and swallow the chunk of pizza in his mouth. "I am now able to impose my wants upon reality. I need only will something be so and it will be so."
"Imposing your... wants." Montague repeated.
"Indeed." Luka confirmed. "Anything I desire is now little more than a thought away... You need not fear for your job security though. My power only has a reach of 15 feet, so I'll still be needing you for fetching things beyond my reach." With that said, Luka returned his focus to his pizza. A pizza that left him no closer to feeling full after finishing it than the first pizza did.
And so Luka conjured up a third pizza. Then a fourth. Then a fifth. Then a sixth. But no matter how much he ate, Luka felt no less hungry. Luka moved to manifest a seventh pizza then, but Montague beat him to the punch, placing a pizza he had been preparing in the background for the past five pizzas.
"Montague?" Luka asked in confusion at why the butler would bother doing this.
"I have a theory." Was Montague's simple reply.
Seeing no harm in humoring the help, Luka took up a slice and took a bite. It was the most delicious morsel Luka had tasted all month. Now don't get me wrong, the pizzas Luka had summoned were tasty too. But Montague's pizza blew them all out of the water in terms of taste. And on top of that, Luka found that his hunger was satisfied by the time he had finished his food.
Luka looked to Montague then. His face a silent request for an explanation.
"You said your powers let you impose your wants upon reality, yes?" The butler answered the unspoken question.
"...Oh of course these kinds of shenanigans would throw this in somewhere." Luka said, quickly catching on to the implication. "My powers allow me to bend reality however I want... Only however I want. It will never give me what I need."
"Just so, young master." Montague agreed.
Luka looked up at his butler and smiled. "Well, Montague... you didn't need to worry about losing your job before. But now you can be certain."
Montague smiled back at his charge. "My certainty didn't falter for even a moment to begin with, young master."
When dawn turned to daytime proper, Luka started his day with a Limo ride. Bound for the venue selected to host day three of his Twelve Days of Christmas Parties, Luka whiled away the drive by willing a fawning entourage into existence to occupy the empty seats of the passenger compartment. As a multitude of faceless men toasted his name and a throng of fawning faceless females worshipfully waited on him hand and foot, Luka thought back to what Montague had told him before.
Luka's powers let him manifest anything he wanted, but nothing that he needed. In this particular instance, Luka had wanted people praising his name. And he had gotten precisely that. But between the empty platitudes and hollow affections he had heard and received a thousand times before, and the fact that none of the people he summoned had a face, Luka concluded that what he truly needed was the esteem and praise of those he had not willed into existence.
Unsummoning the faceless fawners with a thought, Luka looked out a window as he slipped into deep contemplation. He had received a text from Jesse earlier, informing him that they were at the party and wanted to speak with him alone when he got there. Already knowing what it was that the fixer wanted to talk about, Luka had sent a simple reply of "Understandable. See you soon." back to them. No doubt Jesse still wanted answers regarding what had gone down on the tail end of the Boxing Day afterparty. Luka wasn't entirely sure how he would approach the conversation. But then again, Luka was rarely entirely sure about his approach to anything. The Indy Ploy was the greatest thing ever, after all. Making it up as he went along was always a lot more fun than planning things out ahead of time.
Luka was pulled from his thinking by a familiar sight beyond his window. Walking along the street was none other than one of the girls who was roped into this situation along with him. Ashley Whitlock... Or perhaps not Whitlock. She didn't take her surname being recognized all that well. Luka recalled her saying something about wanting her surname changed to Herrera but being unable to for some reason. Luka wondered if that might be something he could help with. After what he had tried to pull during the standoff at the diner, Luka figured he should probably extend some kind of olive branch. "Montague? Pull over in front of that girl there." Luka ordered.
"At once, young master." The butler dutifully complied with the request.
As the limo came to a stop, Luka rolled down the window and leaned out as Ashley drew near. "Miss Herrera." Luka said to Ashley in friendly greeting. "Running into you again so soon is a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. I'm on my way to meet an acquaintance of mine. One who might be able to help you with your name changing difficulties. If you're free to tag along at the moment, I could introduce you if you like."
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