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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on Feb 27, 2014 3:17:09 GMT
Several of the Drakonrhedi around him were sending glares his way. Kaelan could feel their judging eyes on him and he gave an exasperated sigh. Oh come on. It isn’t like it was my fault. If you want to go blame someone, then go find that Tiro. I’m not going to be some scapegoat, you got it? Besides, it wasn’t like those Drakonrhedi were the only ones who had gotten wet; the water had gotten all over him too. And of course! Not one of them was going to help. They were too important. Yeah. Uh-huh. Sure. They could keep telling that to themselves, but at the end of the day, they were just as expendable as he. Kaelan frowned and stood, glancing about himself. He needed to find something to clean this up before someone decided it would be smart to walk over and slip; then he’d be blamed and get far more than a few irked glances. A mental picture of someone slipping on the water and falling, arms and legs flailing, popped into his mind and he nearly laughed. Now he really wanted to see that and was tempted to leave everything as was and stake out some nearby spot to watch. "Hey, Kaelan." He looked over as he heard his name. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he saw Anton. Finally, someone he actually knew who didn’t ignore him. "So, uh. I take it that kid spilled water on your something? Pretty ridiculous, but I suppose petty is the only way he can get back." “Knocked the glass from my hand actually. Yeah, ridiculous.” Stupid, petty kid. Got nothing better up his sleeve. He’s too scared to actually face me, or maybe it’s because of Anton. It probably is because of Anton. Of course it would be. I’m no threat to anyone; I’m just some little Tiro who’ll always be in the way. Kaelan gave a small laugh despite his momentary annoyance before he said, “If one can’t fight, then petty’s the way one goes.” "Here, I can help you clean it up." Ah, dang it. Now I can’t watch people slip and fall. “Thanks. Much appreciated. I’m glad someone is actually nice enough to help.” He said the last part a bit louder than necessary so that the Drakonrhedi around them could hear. A few turned to frowned at him but he merely smiled back.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Feb 27, 2014 4:39:19 GMT
"If you want a ride, now's the time."Did she want a ride? The answer seemed mildly obvious. There really wasn't a question about it. Her head pivoted to examine their surroundings, assuring that there weren't any potential hazardous pedestrians to impede her from her destination. It was highly unlikely, of course, but it was better to be safe than squished. She shifted once her conscience was at ease, shriveling to the size of a snake as she gently slithered up his arm. The sudden shift of vision was more pleasing than it typically was - not especially refined, although it was far less of a pain. The differentiated display of colors was quite easy on the eyes. She took a quick scope around before shifting her view to Cedric, and... wait, holy shit. He looked far better than she had anticipated. Not saying he usually looked bad, but... damn, he really put on a show! And a cane, too? Why didn't she notice that beforehand? Maybe she should compliment him. Without sounding too weird. "Uh... yeah, nice other things. Fancy. I like it."Well, she certainly crossed the "weird" boundary on that one. She hoped he wouldn't dwell on it for too long. They paused beside the table sooner than she had expected, a lovely alignment of food sprawled across the tablecloth. Ah, food. Hopefully that would mask her previously mentioned weirdness. "Right, uh. Just tell me what you want. Also, if you've got no objections, I'm thinking of fleeing the scene entirely. There's a nice observation space up atop the overlooks, and that way I can keep an eye on things without actually being around so many people. I mean, if you want to come."Fleeing? She certainly had nothing to protest against that particular proposal. In fact, she couldn't see much of a downside. The party was an immense bore, no matter how much apparent happiness previously clouded her vision. "Done and done. I think bailing is the only probable course of action." She paused, glancing down at the buffet. "Oh, but take that thing. The cake thing. With the... pink stuff? I don't know just take it it looks yummy." Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: cupcake Notes: *slides suggestively next to ced* i want a tall glass of you plz Table made by Opal.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Feb 27, 2014 13:03:47 GMT
Ade slithered aboard, curling comfortably about his neck and settling into her position. He didn't mind the fact that there was a snake on him much, he figured he could trust Ade. Even if it wasn't the Iduneus, however, he saw no issue with reptiles--although he preferred cats himself.
"Uh... yeah, nice other things. Fancy. I like it."
Cedric, socially oblivious as he was, didn't realize that there was a 'weirdness' line crossed in that compliment. This was probably due to the fact that he didn't know of the existence of such a line.
"Thanks. I feel like a professional in this, though. A bit stuffy, I guess. Perhaps I'll take some off later."
He did not realize that such a statement could be construed very differently by the keen ear. He was too busy taking a bit of prideful joy at her compliment, as well as satisfaction in the fact that she couldn't actually see his emotions in this state and he was thus allowed to feel however he pleased.
"Done and done. I think bailing is the only probable course of action. Oh, but take that thing. The cake thing. With the... pink stuff? I don't know just take it it looks yummy."
"Sure thing." He picked it up and slipped it onto her plate, oblivious to the stares that he was getting, being a classy Vetr in a tophat with blue hair and a snake curled around his neck.
"Do you want anything else?" he inquired as he scooped a few more side dishes (hashbrowns and some carrots) onto his plate. It wasn't nearly the quality of food he'd enjoyed before, but for the Drakonrhedi, it was good grub. Besides, it was being served on the Drakonborg, which gave you a really great view, especially on a night as clear as this one.
Once they had both collected their requisite foodstuffs and cutlery, he threw a quick glance behind him at Talithe, who appeared to be busy with some other crisis that the night had run into.
"Alright, let's move out," he hissed, transferring the plate on his arm to his open hand and slipping off through the crowd, taking a route near the emptiest tables. The escapade went off without a hitch, meaning that Talithe was either burning holes into his back with her glare, approving of his choice of company, or still busy.
Most likely, it was the last one or the first one. He doubted that even the social savant Vetr could know enough about Ade by now.
He took the stairs quickly, two at a time, then returned to his original observation post and waited for Ade to shapeshift out. There was no one here, as technically the party wasn't at this location, so there were no passerby to possibly step on the Iduneus's tail or head or whatever people stepped on when it came to snakes.
Ced placed his plate on the banister, balancing it on the top. A cursory glance around showed that while there were a few spots of trouble, the party appeared to be running smoothly. He allowed himself a grin, propping the cane against the railing, right at hand.
| Tags: Ade AlvadottirInspiration: None, obviously, since it sucks Notes: since Der decided to drop Talithe out for now i just kinda walked away |
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Post by Larael Astriddottir on Feb 27, 2014 13:40:40 GMT
Larael’s gaze dropped from the moon as she noticed the man next to her glance her way. She looked at him, recognizing him immediately but being particularly unable to place the name for a moment.
Thorulf. Donaldson? Donaldtrump? No. That can’t be right. Donalbain! That’s it.
"Not really into the party scene, either?" ))
She shook her head. “I’m not one for parties. I see why others enjoy them, but would rather be in my room with a good book and a snack.” She turned towards the food for an instant, trying to decide if she should actually get some cake while she was there.
"Or have you come to keep an old guy company?”))
She laughed.
You’re not terribly old. The thought was heard but never given voice. It was true, he was several years older than she was, but she knew his reputation as an effective officer matched hers, so she had nothing but respect for the man.
You don’t look your age, either. She opened her mouth to put this one into words, then shut it again, suddenly unsure. She didn’t know how he’d react to such a statement, so it would probably be best if she didn’t say it.
Leaning against the railing, she inspected his attire. Smart, appropriately formal. She had to admit to herself that he looked good, though that was yet another thought that she wouldn’t say. Adjusting the book under her arm, she finally did speak. “I’ve come to avoid the noise and spend my time with similar minds.”
She looked out over the railing again, upwards, to the moon. “It’s a nice night. Cool, clear.” She turned to the observatory tower all the way across the deck, thinking. “Might be a good night for looking at the heavens.”
Larael had always loved the stars and sky, and spent a lot of her nights as a child as high up as she could get, gazing at whatever she could see. The Drakonrhedi, fortunately, had an observatory for just this purpose, though Larael didn’t use it often due to her busy schedule.
| Tags: Thorulf Donalbain Inspiration: the sound of people programming computers while i'm like "LOL IDFK" Notes: Hi. table made by Opal.
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Post by Anton Nystrom on Feb 27, 2014 15:29:27 GMT
“If one can't fight, then petty's the way one goes.”
Those were certainly true words. Petty was an annoyance, but little else. Of course, it could do harm, but most people preferred to keep it small. No one seemed to want to harm each other, only just getting to the point of harming each other and then back off. Anton, however, would love that opportunity. For now, however, there was a rather wet Kaelan to take care of.
Anton grabbed a nearby towel and silently cursed himself for only being able to play with light. If he could control fire, this would be so much easier. Then again, if he could control fire, he wouldn't be able to be so subtle with his attacks at times. Sometimes people didn't even realize what Anton was doing to them was magic. It was quick and efficient, but lacked grace.
He was getting carried away with his thoughts again.
Luckily, there was a Kaelan here to interrupt him. “Thanks, much appreciated. I'm glad someone is actually nice enough to help.” There was an extremely distinct stress on the latter half of that, and in a type of upset response, there were murmurs and glances from nearby Drakonrhedi.
Anton let himself chuckle a bit and looked at Kaelan curiously. “Not a fan of them? Or just not a fan of people who sit around and do nothing?” Anton held no particular feeling towards most of these people. They did powerful things, yes, but they were simply Drakonrhedi, no more than he was. The Vetr and Pryfektus could be more powerful, yes, but the chances of them actually doing something with that power...
Well, let's just say that Anton was a bit more bloodthirsty than the rest of the Drakonrehdi seemed to be. Most people could figure that much out, but not too many people let him feast on his lust. As such, he was forced to find other ways of sating himself. Typically that involved picking random fights, but more rarely it was by sparring with someone.
Sparring was typically more exerting, as he refrained from using magic most of the time. When he was practicing using his magic in combat, he would use it, but other than that, he preferred to practice solely his skills as a fighter. The training itself was fairly useless; it wasn't like they were going to be fighting a lot of humans, but the reflexes and agility it gave was necessary.
As Anton was helping cleaning up the mess (he was cleaning the floor, as he thought it would be better to leave cleaning Kaelan's shirt to Kaelan), he noticed that Kaelan's hair was recently dyed again. He didn't particularly care what colour his hair was, he was simply curious as to why someone would do such a thing. The reason could be as simple as they liked the colour, but Anton wanted some reason.
”I like the hair, by the way,” Anton said as he was cleaning Kaelan up. ”Just out of curiosity, why the colour?” It's not like Anton could really say anything about people using strange colours; he had a bright white coat on that seemed to be so unfitting in the rest of the formal wear. Then again, Anton never quite fit in.
Tags: Kaelan AvallochsonInspiration: clearly none Notes: We're going to pretend this doesn't suck and I have a muse at the moment.
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Post by Thorulf Donalbain on Feb 27, 2014 17:04:15 GMT
“I’m not one for parties. I see why others enjoy them, but would rather be in my room with a good book and a snack."
Thorulf had to agree with her there; socializing was good every now and again. He and Faolán -for example- had spent many uneventful patrols just chatting away to one another. For Thorulf, it was healthy once in a while to break up monotonous routines with idle chit-chat. But his ideal image of relaxation was to find a quiet spot somewhere on Drakonborg (and you can check off 'keeping fit' from Thorulf's daily routine list as well, seeing as it took for-bloody-ever to find a tranquil area on this floating hive of constant ribble-rabble), open a good book and loose himself within its pages. At the moment, he had a habit of retreating to Talon's stable after a patrol to read a Dickens' novel, using his sleeping drake as a backrest. And Talon, who treated his owner to the softest of grunts and contented purrs, was happy enough just for the company.
He gave Larael two slow nods, a soft smile creasing his lips, "Astriddottir, that sounds like a damn decent idea." He lifted up a hand from the railing to scratch at his neck, lips pursed in thought, "Still, if the Council really wanted to reward us, they should've taken us all out on a communal Behemoth killing-spree. Extra credit, you know." His shoulders jostled slight as he gave a short chuckle. He wasn't serious of course; there was no way the Council would put inexperience Tiros at risk, and Thorulf - despite his jesting - was thankful for that. They were all gathered here tonight and were allowed -for once- just to relax. The Tiros probably needed it anyway - the chance to just be young again and for one evening be let go of all responsibilities.
"Bit mean-spirited to leave the drakes out of the fun." Thorulf mused suddenly, casting a stray glance in the direction of the stables. He did pity the creatures, especially his beloved Talon. They were two halves of an extremely efficient team, and it felt a little empty celebrating their efforts without his constantly-mewling-for-attention drake.
“I’ve come to avoid the noise and spend my time with similar minds.”
'You and me both, Larael.' said a silent thought in his head.
He gave her a soft, agreeing smile before casting a wondering eye over his shoulder to look at the buffet table, "I suppose it might be a bit rude if we didn't trouble the food." he pondered aloud, using the 'I'm oh so dainty and polite' reasoning as an excuse. He never had a big appetite, but his stomach gave a slightly audible growl as he laid his eyes on the table. Remembering his manners, he looked back at Larael and stood up straight, so that he was now towering slightly above her, "Can I get you a drink?" The corner of his lips tugged into the faintest of lopsided smiles, "To save you from all the noise, of course."
Thorulf was always a gentleman. Even during a fight he followed a strict code of 'battlefield etiquette'. There was to be no boisterous mannerisms or the forgetting of manners from this Pryfektus, oh no.
Larael made a gentle remark about the pleasantness of the night sky and Thorulf followed her eyes until his own landed on the observatory tower. A place he frequented, mostly for the peace, but had been none to gaze out at the heavens when he was in the mood for it. "Fancy yourself a stargazer, do you?" he asked, curious eyebrow raised. Thorulf couldn't say he blamed her; there was such a serenity to be found in simple tilting one's head back and gazing into the endless abyss above. Tags: Larael AstriddottirInspiration: my boyfriend singing 'word of mouth' really out of tune in the background bless his cotton socks Notes: this is thorulf's idea of getting it on ok
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Post by Larael Astriddottir on Feb 28, 2014 0:21:02 GMT
He smiled.
"Astriddottir, that sounds like a damn decent idea." ))
Ahh. A fellow reader! She smiled back at that.
"Still, if the Council really wanted to reward us, they should've taken us all out on a communal Behemoth killing-spree. Extra credit, you know.”))
Her hand slowly made its way to where her weapon was strapped to her leg. Larael nodded absently. “I wouldn’t want to see anyone get hurt. Unnecessary recovery time, and it’s bad for morale.”
Of course, she would have liked to go on a mission. Sometimes she needed the excitement, and she was usually tied up with research around the Drakonborg. Being busy with her study of magic didn’t particularly bother her, she just sometimes wished for a break in the endless heap of tomes.
"I suppose it might be a bit rude if we didn't trouble the food." ))
Larael nodded again, looking towards the plates of food. The chefs had gone all-out, making sure there was something for everyone. “I suppose. We should eat, then. Make sure the Vetr aren’t judging us for not enjoying their party.”
"Can I get you a drink? To save you from all the noise, of course."))
She looked surprised for a moment. It was rare that people offered to do things for her. On most (perhaps all) days, she carried her own books and materials from room to room as she gave lessons or simply watched over Tiros to make sure none of them fell off the deck or anything.
She nodded, smiling. “That would be very kind of you, thank you.”
He looked at her as she looked down the deck, then followed her gaze to the observatory.
"Fancy yourself a stargazer, do you?"))
She nodded, “I’ve always been fascinated with the skies. They serve as our home, and the heavens above are simply beautiful.” She looked skywards again, distracted for a moment, then looked back to Thorulf, gesturing towards the food. “Shall we go together, or do you plan to bring both of our dinners back here? Or perhaps we can take our dinner on the observatory balcony?”
She had to admit she didn’t want to just run off with another officer, but the observatory balcony gave a good vantage point for the rest of the party and would likely be quiet enough for casual conversation.
| Tags: Thorulf Donalbain Inspiration: Anubis Gate - Resurrection Time Notes: Hi. table made by Opal.
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Calder Raoul
Pryfektus
"Calder is like microwaveable sex in a bowl." - "So he'd be better in an oven, but you can't?"
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Post by Calder Raoul on Feb 28, 2014 17:29:54 GMT
Calder sipped from the flute of champagne in his hand, humming around the taste in his mouth. It was true that others didn’t particularly care for alcohol, but Calder certainly enjoyed it, but perhaps that was because he could hold his head and knew when to stop. Calder assumed it had been the hostess of the evening - Freya - who had chosen this delectable drink, and the Pryfektus had to admit that the woman had fine taste.
Although, she really doesn't seem the type to drink. Perhaps it was another who picked it out. I should ask he--.
Calder’s thoughts were interrupted when a tiro’s shoulder bumped into his own from behind, causing Calder’s gentle grip on his glass to slip, and the glass of liquid stars to go tumbling to the ground with a crash.
I always knew there was a reason behind my hating people.
Calder turned to the fear stricken tiro with a complete calmness. The tiro was nearly as tall as Calder, and had short blonde hair and all-too-boring brown eyes that screamed fear and unintelligence. At Calder’s seemingly calm demeanor, the tiro’s shoulders relaxed from their tense position and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. This aforementioned sigh was suddenly halted when Calder’s iron grip wrapped around his throat.
In a calm, almost happy conversational tone, Calder began to speak about an inch from the boy’s face. “I suggest that when I let go, you head in the other direction. A Vetr went to quite a lot of work to make this a nice party, and I would hate to ruin it by ripping the head off of a clumsy tiro, whether they deserve or not.” Calder smiled, the grin not reaching his eyes. “Got it?” The tiro nodded desperately, his face beginning to turn red with lack of oxygen.
As soon as Calder let go, the tiro was off and out of sight within a few moments.
From across the room, Calder watched as Freya took notice of the tiro who rushed past her, and Calder panicked.
Shit, shit, shit, shit! Get away from the evidence!
Calder, just as afraid as the tiro was, scurried away from the shattered glass which several of the party’s workers had already begun to clean up. Once he thought he was at a safe distance to clear his name, he spared a glance over his shoulder and spotted the short woman, whose anger looked to be deflating.
Thank the Gods, she doesn’t know it was me.
He offered her an atypical warm smile as she approached, speaking to him with a kind tone. "Ah, I see you made it!" She said, greeting him heartily."Impressive choice, I might add."
Calder offered an almost bashful grin this time, chuckling. “I’m surprised this old uniform isn’t covered in dust. It’s been ages since I last wore it. I suppose I should be thanking you for such a wonderful excuse to wear it again. Though, of course, my silly outfit could not compare with the hostess’ tonight. Have you seen her? She looks lovely.” He grinned cheekily, apparently unaware just how flirty he was being. Apparently alcohol had that affect on him.
Now these brown eyes, I could never get tired of.
Oh yes, tonight would be a fun one.
| "There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there will be no one to remember human beings ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness and there will be a time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows thats what everyone else does." | Tags: Freya ForsdottirInspiration: Notes: So calder is a total flirt when he drinks. its canon. GET IT BOY! | |
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Post by Thorulf Donalbain on Feb 28, 2014 20:32:56 GMT
“I wouldn’t want to see anyone get hurt. Unnecessary recovery time, and it’s bad for morale.”
As she spoke, Thorulf half-noticed her hand slowly descend to rest on a gun strapped to her thigh. Still, he made sure his bemused gaze hadn't been entirely obvious. After all, it was rude to look at a lady in such a way without invitation. Nevertheless, Thorulf silently admired how prepared his fellow Pryfektus was and almost wished that -he too- had slipped a weapon discreetly within his attire...just in case. He noted her compassion over the idea of innocent Drakonrhedi being caught off guard and marveled at her professional outlook on such a situation. She definitely seemed like someone who kept their cool in a fight.
A woman after his own heart, Thorulf's mind jested.
“I suppose. We should eat, then. Make sure the Vetr aren’t judging us for not enjoying their party.”
Thorulf's lips pulled upwards slightly into an agreeing smirk, "'Nothing to do but sit and sit, and eat and eat.'" he drawled sarcastically. It was a line from 'Taming of the Shrew'; Thorulf had overheard that Shakespeare-obsessed Vetr reading it one day and the quote proved rather apt for the current occasion. Still, even he had to admit that the spread didn't look half-bad. He made himself a mental note to smuggle a pocket full of the meat platter out of the party and give it Talon later. On second thought, make that two pockets full. Never let it be said that Thorulf didn't spoil his drake.
“That would be very kind of you, thank you.”
Larael looked a little shocked at the request, then again, manners were scare aboard the Drakonrhedi, so her reaction wasn't entirely surprising. He clasped his hands together and rubbed them briskly, "Well then, excuse me for a moment, Astriddottir." He gave her a polite smile and a nod, before moving away from the railings and crossing over with a purposeful pace to the drinks table, where a couple of Tiros were already standing. They turned quickly to him as he approached and they both gave him welcoming grins, "Can I get you a drink, sir?" one asked, holding up an empty glass. Thorulf nodded, pleased by their helpful offer. "Make that two, please." he replied stoutly. As the Tiro politely poured Thorulf two glasses of wine, the other raised his eyebrow curiously. "Two, sir?" The young man gave a sly smile, "Got a date, have you?" Thorulf gave him an unimpressed glare, but that only seemed to fan the flames. As both Tiros were now grinning at him, Thorulf raised an eyebrow. "I think perhaps the alcohol is making your minds giddy." He took the two glasses from the outstretched Tiro's hands, "I do not...'date'." He emphasized the word with over-exaggerated diction, as if it was a word of taboo and left a bad taste in his mouth. Deciding to leave the Tiros to their childish theories (seriously, wasn't it getting past their bedtime at this point?) he turned briskly and returned to Larael, offering her one of the glasses while he took a small sip from his own.
“I’ve always been fascinated with the skies. They serve as our home, and the heavens above are simply beautiful.”
The passion in her tone made Thorulf smile; it might be nice to have a hobby like that. For him, it was his training, although others would probably technically still count that as work. He was usually up at the crack of dawn every morning in the training facilities and wouldn't stop until his stamina felt sufficiently pushed. He wouldn't count it as 'fun' per say, not like stargazing would be, but it was regular pastime. That made it a hobby, right?
“Shall we go together, or do you plan to bring both of our dinners back here? Or perhaps we can take our dinner on the observatory balcony?”
Thorulf looked once at the food table, then up at the observatory balcony and then back at her. He was rather taken with the latter idea; a bit of peace and quiet sounded terrific right about now. "I say we escort each other." he suggested, with a warm, genuine smile. He wouldn't eat much, but was more than happy to be in the company of Larael. "Shall we?" He gestured with his free hand to the buffet table, "Perhaps afterwards you can share with me some knowledge about stargazing?" He made his way over to where the other Drakonrhedi were gathering plates of food and hoped she'd follow.
Tags: Larael Astriddottir Notes: It took me ages to come up with Thorulf's last sentence about stargazing without making it sound like a weird innuendo lolwhoops.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 1, 2014 1:44:10 GMT
"Thanks. I feel like a professional in this, though. A bit stuffy, I guess. Perhaps I'll take some off later."Had Ade not been in her snake form, she would've offered him a hearty shrug. "Pft, I'd like to see that." She paused, contemplating her statement. "I mean, I wouldn't like to see that. Not saying that taking your clothes off is bad or anything! Or... wait, I mean..." Oh fuck, this was spiraling out of control. Her somewhat stable grasp on the situation had been severed in the matter of seconds. ... Not like cared about the situation and how it was going! Oh fucking shit what am I doing?"You know what, how about we just keep our clothes on for now." Her voice had nearly discarded its flustered tone, her somewhat boring alternative coming back into play. Ooh, I'm surprised you were actually able to say that normally. Honestly, Aid! Pull yourself together! Damn, don't even try to do that again. "Do you want anything else?""Nah," She responded coolly. She wasn't especially hungry; even that cupcake seemed more or less appetizing, despite the her taste for it only a few moments prior. She just wanted to cover up her odd outburst as best as she could. "Alright, let's move out,"Cedric had obtained a few more samples of food before turning away, barreling up a narrow flight of stairs. Her loose grip on his neck tightened at the sudden increase of speed - she briefly wondered if she'd be able to suffocate anyone through this method, but soon decided that this form was far too feeble to accomplish such a feat. The two spilled onto the platform as Ade swiftly slithered down Cedric's spine, plopping onto the floor and retaining her natural form. A breath of relief escape her. Finally, a world that wasn't coated in colors! Sure, her snake form had been a decent escape, but she had never gotten used to the strange view of "normal" sight. She didn't expect anyone to understand - not like she could express her clarity, anyways. She walked towards the railing, gazing onto the deck alongside the Vetr. "Ugh. I'm glad we're not down there anymore." Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Notes: SORRY IT SUX SO BAD Table made by Opal.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Mar 1, 2014 4:28:01 GMT
The Pyrfektus seemed somewhat flustered as she approached him, although it didn't take long for him to properly compose himself.
“I’m surprised this old uniform isn’t covered in dust. It’s been ages since I last wore it. I suppose I should be thanking you for such a wonderful excuse to wear it again. Though, of course, my silly outfit could not compare with the hostess’ tonight. Have you seen her? She looks lovely.”
Freya was mildly taken aback by the comment, a flare of red igniting her cheeks. Still, it diminished nearly as quickly as it had arrived, a smile taking its place.
"Hm, really?" She glanced down at her dress, swaying it slightly. "I don't think she noticed. She probably wouldn't agree with you, though."
She looked up to face Calder, her brow raised ever so slightly. He seemed a margin more cheery than he had been in their previous encounters. Was he actually enjoying himself? She doubted that this crowd could make him remotely happy.
Ooh, Calder, have you been drinking?
It was a logical explanation, really. The champagne wasn't especially strong, although it did pack a heavy punch if taken in large quantities (hence the servants handing them out sparingly). Still, she wouldn't put it past him to swap a few extras. ... Especially from a couple tormented Tiros.
Oh, stop it Freya! You shouldn't be judging him like that. Not like we truly know him, anyways.
She, unfortunately, pushed on, proceeding with her interrogation.
"By the way, did you hear a crash?" She asked. "I thought I heard glass break around here."
Tags: Calder Raoul Inspiration: I TOTALLY FOUND HER DRESS REFERENCE BTW except a lighter shade of grey Notes: I THINK THE FACT THAT CALDER IS SCARED OF AN ANNOYED FREYA IS CUTE AS HELL also petition to make calder super drunk Table made by Kyvestra.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 1, 2014 4:54:55 GMT
"Pft, I'd like to see that."
Cedric took a moment in trying to determine the intent behind that. He was fairly certain it was just a mindless remark, but--
You're being hopeful and it's giving you a bias! Stop. You probably don't like her anyway!
"I mean, I wouldn't like to see that. Not saying that taking your clothes off is bad or anything! Or... wait, I mean..."
The Vetr was already blushing. She doesn't like you, Ced. She hates you and she's trying to be nice about and she probably remembers the fact that you knocked her out, dammit!
That was bad, considering this entire plan hinged on her not remembering anything that happened during that dinner.
"You know what, how about we just keep our clothes on for now."
"For now. Yes. Sounds good. I mean. For."
Crap.
"Ever?"
Luckily, they'd managed to make it to the balcony while he was babbling and figuratively tying himself in allegorical knots and running himself in awkward little metaphorical circles.
At least he'd gotten all the right food. Ced hadn't eaten yet, and was prone to eating lots when given the choice. He did like his grub, after all, and although he could be picky he wasn't about to pass up Drakonrhedi party food. Who knew when the next party would be hosted, if ever?
Ade transformed back into her human form. His emotions were no longer safe, and a brief ripple of "oh crap" panic went through him before he managed to calm himself down sufficiently.
He handed her the plate with the cupcake, then leaned against the banister and got to work eating.
"Ugh. I'm glad we're not down there anymore."
Ced nodded emphatically.
"Just the two of us up here. Much nicer than all those... people." He gestured at the party with a slightly disdainful look on his face before shoveling the first forkful of food into his mouth. "Quality bonding time or whatever," he added through the mouthful, ignoring manners. He only used those when in fancy restaurants, and the Drakonborg certainly did not qualify.
"So Ade, since we apparently will need to get to know each other well to function as a partner team-" And that is the only reason- "and all that, what do you like to do in your spare time? Besides saving innocents, dragon kicking babies, and I mean what."
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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on Mar 1, 2014 21:24:11 GMT
“Not a fan of them? Or just not a fan of people who sit around and do nothing?” “Both. More of the second one than the first, though.” Anton found a towel and started to clean help clean up. It took Kaelan a few seconds to find another one before he used it to get as much water as he could from his shirt; his pants could dry on their own. He then knelt to help Anton sop up the water that still lay on the floor. He was rather grateful that Anton was helping. Sure Kaelan could have cleaned everything up by himself, it wouldn’t have taken that much longer after all, but extra help was always nice. It told Kaelan that there was more to Anton then just an unpredictable and varying personality, that or he was trying to show that there was more to him. Either way, he still appreciated the assistance. ”I like the hair, by the way.” Kaelan glanced up at him. “Hm? Oh, thanks.” ”Just out of curiosity, why the colour?” He gave a small laugh and looked back down to finish cleaning up. It was a rather funny story, at least to him it was, Anton may not find as hilarious as he did. Most people who first started dyeing their hair did it because they wanted to be different. That wasn’t the case with him. He and his friends had made a bet, a stupid one at that, about who could beat who in a wrestling match. He’d lost of course, and they decided that he’d have to dye his hair a bright purple. He’d refused; denying that he’d not lost, but they’d ganged up on him several days later and dyed his hair. It had been blotchy and terribly done, and people had given him extremely strange looks, dyed hair was not a thing to be seen in his village, and his father had been rather unhappy with him. Kaelan kept it after he’d decided it wasn’t all that terrible (he’d re-dyed it to make it not blotchy) and from then on changed the colors when he felt like it. “It started off as a joke,” he finally said after a few moments, sitting back on his haunches, “between me and my friends back at home. I’d, um, lost a bet, and the price was dyed hair. Stupid, I know. I’d actually ended up liking it and had the last laugh.” He grinned and looked back at Anton. “I’ve been dying it different colors since, but nothing quite so bright as that first time. And there you have it.” Not many people asked about his hair anymore. They just accepted it and kept going. Then again, he wasn’t the only Drakonrhedi with dyed hair.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 2, 2014 6:24:16 GMT
"For now. Yes. Sounds good. I mean. For. Ever?"Her mouth slid into a grimace for no conceivable reason. She acknowledged this rather quickly, her lips forcefully tugging themselves upwards to remove any suspicion. Oh, come on Ade. You're so fucking stupid. Why would he take his clothes off? Why would you even want him to? Gosh, why are you even thinking about this right now! He likes someone else, remember?Actually, she hardly remembered. Even that point was mildly fuzzy. Gah, why can't I remember that stupid night!A particular spike of nervousness protruded from his body as she shifted forms, shoveling food into his mouth with little regard to mannerism. He settled down within a moment, of course, but she remained a witness. "Just the two of us up here. Much nicer than all those... people." It was odd how quickly he was consuming his food. When they were at the restaurant, he did his best to maintain his posh-ness. Or... or did he? Was it possible that she hadn't noticed his strange eating habits? No, she would've noticed. They weren't strange anyways; not like she cared for manners. "Quality bonding time or whatever."She nodded, turning towards her cupcake. "Yeah," She said with a yawn, examining the object. She did enjoy her aura form more than that of her snake, but the cupcake then looked exponentially more satisfying than it did right now. Or... or maybe that was just her? Why do I keep questioning myself just eat the damn thing!She hastily pulled down the liner, diving into the sustenance. "So Ade, since we apparently will need to get to know each other well to function as a partner team and all that, what do you like to do in your spare time? Besides saving innocents, dragon kicking babies, and I mean what."The cupcake was far more appetizing than she had presumed. She set it down beside her, leaning against the railing as she replied. "Well..." She pondered at the thought for a moment. "I dunno, you covered a lot of it. Although you might want to add 'just screwing with people' to that list." She hadn't really considered her hobbies until that point. She usually just did what people asked, or, in some cases, the polar opposite. She honestly didn't know what else to tag on to that statement, so she may as well turn the tide of this conversation. She had never been one for talking about herself, anyways. "What about you? I mean, besides reciting Shakespeare at random." His Shakespeare habit was actually highly entertaining, although she wasn't about to inform him of that. Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Notes: forever isnt too far away babe uwu ALSO I CANT DECIDE IF I WANT HER TO REMEMBER OR HOW I SHOULD MAKE HER REMEMBER OR WHEN OR GAH Table made by Opal.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 3, 2014 2:01:33 GMT
"Well... I dunno, you covered a lot of it. Although you might want to add 'just screwing with people' to that list."
Cedric nodded, staring into the distance. "I'm glad I appear to understand your motivations in life." He paused in his speech, taking the opportunity to continue eating.
If she's like I think she is--and all evidence points to that--then, as Freya would say, we'd be 'compatible.' Which means, of course, that I'm then justified in courting her. That's good, right?
"What about you? I mean, besides reciting Shakespeare at random."
He let out a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at the statement. "Uh. Well, I learn more Shakespeare to rattle off when it fits the moment. You know, just to make sure that you never hear the same quote twice. I also run missions every so often, train my Tiros, etcetera. Mostly, though, my life is Shakespeare. It's a wonderful existence."
Ced shrugged, pushing up his glasses with two fingers. "Other than that? I don't know, really. I bother people a lot. Mostly for my own enjoyment. I guess it'd seem like I look for trouble. I don't, really. I walk around and trouble just sort of spontaneously occurs right in front of me, and I have to sort things out, because apparently I've made a profession out of solving other peoples' problems."
He didn't really try to talk that much. It just sort of happened. It was probably something in the way that he phrased things--he was too accustomed to Shakespearean diction to bother moving out of his half-sophisticated mannerisms. Besides, his tendency to talk covered up his social insecurity by using well-phrased lines that actually told nothing about him while seeming to tell everything. This was more apparent at some times than others, and he most often used it while undercover, to let the people around him do his work for him when it came to fleshing out his disguises. People were so quick to make assumptions, after all, why do it for them when they were so eager to do it themselves?
Shut up, Cedric. Find out more about her. You need to figure out if you're even a good match, and then discover how this 'courting' thing works.
Unfortunately, the only way he knew how to do this 'courting' thing was with blatant questions or poetic asides. Neither would function for the current situation, and the most famous of Shakespeare's romantic odes were from Romeo and Juliet. Comparing his budding possible relationship with that disaster would be like comparing one's family with Hamlet.
Needless to say, Cedric was not eager to jinx this possible romance with such a ominous future as the one in Romeo and Juliet.
"Apparently we'll be going on a lot of patrols together in the Midgardborg. Being partners and all. You know. We'll need to find an activity that both of us enjoy to try and pick up the scent of trouble with."
Oh, yes. That wasn't a badly construed question.
"Oh! And the aura lens thing."
He didn't actually like thinking back to that evening, but Freya had told him to 'milk that for all it's worth.' And so that's what he was doing.
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