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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 3, 2014 5:10:07 GMT
"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."She nodded as he spoke, letting him know that she was still tuned in. Strange; although she had been part of the Drakonrhedi for years, she had never acquired a Tiro to train. Perhaps she didn't care enough? Still, it could be an interesting experience. ... Assuming that she wasn't stuck with a prude. "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."Oooh, somebody with a similar affinity for bothering people for their own entertainment. Sure, she didn't necessarily look for trouble. But she never disregarded it when it made its appearance, which happened more frequently than it should. "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."More adventures in Midgardborg? That was something that she wouldn't mind. Hey! Maybe she'd actually remember this one. "Hmm, you mean besides beating people at their own game? I don't know... I think we really had it at pummeling a bunch of half-wits." She paused. "Unless... unless settings things on fire counts! Although that's probably frowned upon." Rules were highly unfortunate. "Oh! And the aura lens thing."Ah, another thing that she nearly forgot about. For another woman, right? Another aura reader. Her brows knitted together in contemplation. Honestly, the thought still gave her small doses of disdain, although the story was becoming more or less believable. She was aware that she had fallen into a drunken stupor, and thus his explanation may have influenced her slightly more while she was under-the-influence, but her sobered state of mind lead her to believe that he had an entirely different motive. Besides, she might've taken the presence of a second aura reader into account. "Right, that too," She said, gazing out onto the deck. "I almost forgot." She offered Cedric a sideways glance as she continued to talk. "I know this sounds super lame, but I honestly don't remember a ton about what happened at Midgardborg. I mean, I remember the good parts, but the rest is a little fuzzy." Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Notes: no ade but you don't remember the best part and idk how you should remember so ill just keep improvising until i think of something also this is awful i apologize. Table made by Opal.
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Post by Anton Nystrom on Mar 3, 2014 20:34:28 GMT
The reason for Kaelan's dyed hair was simple enough, so Anton simply accepted it. It wasn't like there weren't people with dyed hair all around the Drakonborg; simply, Kaelan's preference on darker colours was curious to him. After Anton finished cleaning up the floor as best as he could (the cloth in his hands now quite wet, so it was probably not going to take on any more water), he looked up around the room for something that could perhaps help with drying Kaelan's clothing, but there was no one he knew that was particularly skilled with fire magics. Letting out a sigh, he got up off his knees and looked at Kaelan. ”I'm going to assume that this is a party for something in particular, but I don't know if we quite know the details yet. Then again, it could just be a completely ridiculous thing set up by the Vetrs.” The party was definitely going well, at the very least. Quite a bit of chatter was happening, the food was being eaten (if delicately, not many people enjoyed stuffing their faces at a quasi-formal party). The party was, as a whole, going well, but why was it going at all? Trying to abandon his thoughts, Anton gathered a string of light to play with. It was similar to the ones he used in combat, but it couldn't burn through skin even in the slightest. It would be hot to the touch, but that's about it. It was a simple practice that Anton did regularly. Gathering the light was incredibly easy, but it was controlling where the light would go that was difficult. You needed to predict the movements of others as well as making sure it stayed contained, and all while defending yourself. Generally speaking, Anton was too focused on his magic in combat, but that didn't mean that he was incompetent at non-magical combat. He was just less skilled. (Especially archery, as Kaelan had found out previously.) A curious thought wandered across his mind, though it was probably slightly rude to ask. At the same time, being appropriate was not something that Anton was too skilled at. Deciding to take a leap of faith, he began to speak. ”So, are you skilled in any magic, Kaelan? Not all Drakonrhedi are known for their magic; I'm just curious if you have any particular talents.”It wasn't like Kaelan exactly needed magic to help him. He was quite skilled in his archery, to the point where if Kaelan was entirely magic-less, he wouldn't be surprised if they picked him up anyway. From what Anton understood, there were the rare occasions of Drakonrhedi without magic, but it was extremely uncommon, to the point where Anton didn't know of any examples. Tags: Kaelan AvallochsonInspiration: Dream Theater - Octavarium Notes: have a bad post BUT HOPEFULLY I ASKED ENOUGH QUESTIONS TO MAYBE MAKE YOUR REPLY EASIER
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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 Mar 3, 2014 21:21:04 GMT
"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."))
Calder raised a single brow, as was habit for him. "That is absolutely preposterous, and I hope she can be open minded enough to see my point of view."
"By the way, did you hear a crash?" She asked. "I thought I heard glass break around here." ))
If Calder were in his wolf form, his tail would be between his legs and his ears would be smashed to the side of his head. As it was, Calder was working very hard to remain straight faced, using a servant passing by as an excuse to by himself a moment.
...And another glass of champagne.
"Yes, I heard it too. Likely just one of the idiot tiros horsing around. Clumsy fool probably dropped their glass and bolted out of here to escape punishment."
He grins devilishly. "I can't say I wouldn't do the same, as I imagine you would have quite the temper were someone to disrupt the festivities you worked so hard to plan."
Schmoozing finished, now change the subject!
"Now, lovely Freya, I must ask. Did you choose these bottled stars from personal favor, or did you get someone else to assist you?" As he finished speaking, he took a sip from his new flute of champagne.
Calder's foot tapped lightly with the music, reaching up to brush his hair from his face. I wonder how many times Sigrid would have snorted at me by now. I'm drinking too much and beginning to make a fool of myself.
....Oh well. Freya is pretty. I'll care later.
| "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." | | |
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Post by Kai Raske on Mar 3, 2014 23:04:12 GMT
Kai found himself having to go to a party for the Drakonrhedi celebrating something, though he wasn't quite sure what it was in particular. As for the party, the dress wasn't specified, though it was on the deck, so he grabbed himself some warmer clothes which were formal but not stiff, and navigated his way upwards. He wondered just how many drakes there were on the Drakonborg tonight, as it seemed like there were more Drakonrhedi than usual too. There was something to be said for Kai's appreciation of parties. He knew just as well as anyone else did that this was probably for something (or at the very least, a social appearance), but getting the opportunity to see most of the Drakonrhedi able to enjoy themselves instead of simply training, fighting, or doing work that needed to be done was delightful to Kai. There was fun to be had, and Kai certainly was intent on being able to enjoy it. Coming out onto the deck, it seemed like the party was going well. Perhaps the main event had not started (Kai wasn't even sure if there was one, but he assumed so; the resources required would make it quite the difficult thing to set up without a purpose), but it was definitely being enjoyed about as much as Kai expected. A handful of people were taking the opportunity to talk to people they rarely had the chance to talk to, others were talking to those they knew well, others (the more asocial ones) were talking to someone so they weren't so alone. Kai, however, was content to simply wait for a while. Of course, he would probably begin his adventures into the social world soon, but for now he wanted to adopt the flow of the party. (And see if anyone was interested in approaching him). He found a nice place to stand – not too far from anyone in particular, but also not close enough to anyone to encroach on their conversations. The air was a typical cold, nothing that Drakonrhedi weren't used to. The ship was, thankfully, not moving, so there was much less wind than there could be. Nevertheless, the air was chilly, and there wasn't even a sun to warm them up. Of course, there was a multitude of people to keep the air a bit warmer than it could have been (not to mention the heat from the engines were used to keep the ship warm, so there was a bit of heat that escaped onto the deck). Tags: no one and everyone Inspiration: nope Notes: THERE ARE NO NOTES except that this sucks Table made by Wildsky. |
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 3, 2014 23:17:40 GMT
"Hmm, you mean besides beating people at their own game? I don't know... I think we really had it at pummeling a bunch of half-wits."
Ced let out a chuckle. It seemed like the two of them would be impeccable partners! There was absolutely nothing that appeared to put a barrier between the two of them. They were practically best friends already.
"Unless... unless settings things on fire counts! Although that's probably frowned upon."
Except best friends isn't enough for you, is it, Cedric?
Well, crap. There was that aspect of this fiasco.
Ade's attitude and tone seemed to change entirely at the mention of the aura lens. "Right, that too. I almost forgot."
She still did not sound entirely happy about this whole aura lens idea. Nonetheless, Ced had determined that Freya had it right: he needed to make sure that she'd stay in contact with him, and this was a definite way to do that. Even if her misconception carried over to her sober state.
Definitely not for the first time, Ced pondered if he was doing this right. Perhaps he should tell Ade that no, there wasn't another woman involved? Another aura reader woman, nonetheless? But he couldn't strip away his cover. As soon as he did that, Ade would be on to him. She was not a stupid person, and he had to be very careful to make sure she didn't see through his deceptions.
Besides, if worst came to worst, he could always tell her the truth, right? Tell her that it'd been her all along?
But then, what if she didn't reciprocate?
It was easiest for him to just keep such possibilities out of the equation until he could be sure of what was going on feeling-wise on her end.
"I know this sounds super lame, but I honestly don't remember a ton about what happened at Midgardborg."
He barely refrained from a sigh of relief. Perhaps, just yet, he was safe! He didn't have to worry about that night, since Ade didn't-
"I mean, I remember the good parts, but the rest is a little fuzzy."
She'd just shot his relief in the face.
"Oh. Well, you were pretty drunk." He tried to give a nonchalant shrug. Not that it mattered. She could read his social awkward and borderline panic anyway. That's what he needed the damned lens for. "What good parts, though? There were some pretty good parts after you were way intoxicated."
Crap, now she's gonna think I had to deal with bad actions done by her! Which I did. But I don't want her thinking about that.
"Not that it was any issue. You're pretty funny when drunk, though. Not super rowdy--getting you back to the Drakonborg wasn't a huge issue, so don't think anything of it."
Mostly because I knocked you out.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 4, 2014 4:02:25 GMT
Ade watched as Cedric overdosed on discomfort, a small amount of panic seeming to ooze off his facade. She suddenly regret saying that. Was is triggering? Did something bad happen? Great, Ade, way to trip him up. Now he probably hates you for saying that. Why can't you just not say stuff? It's so simple!"Oh. Well, you were pretty drunk."A pang of guilt jutted her side as he spoke. Drunk. Yes, she mooched plenty of alcohol off of that bastard. She also morally obligated him to single-handedly return her to the Drakonrborg after she idiotically passed out. Crap. Why'd you have to bring that up, Aid? Now he's trying to get back at you for that dumb comment! She was ready to weasel out a half-assed apology before he cut her off. "What good parts, though? There were some pretty good parts after you were way intoxicated."Oh, yes. Not just intoxicated, but way intoxicated. Nice going. Cedric, however, attempted to reassure her. "Not that it was any issue. You're pretty funny when drunk, though. Not super rowdy--getting you back to the Drakonborg wasn't a huge issue, so don't think anything of it."Her gaze fell to the ground, regret proceeding to radiate from her being. Oh, he's just saying that 'cause you suck at hiding your emotions. Which is ridiculous, really. Whatever. Instead of wallowing in her own past faults, she decided to respond to his preceding question. "I mean, I obviously remember the cool things we did. Kinda hard to forget that." She strung her gaze upwards again, saying, "I just don't entirely completely remember the stuff we did after that. Entirely." Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Notes: yes ade good make it as vague as possible be as unintentionally suggestive as you can Table made by Opal.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Mar 4, 2014 4:26:16 GMT
"That is absolutely preposterous, and I hope she can be open minded enough to see my point of view."
Freya allowed a chuckle to escape her lips.
"She will consider it, but her personal opinion outlaws your flattery."
She watched as Calder snatched a second glass of champagne, saying, "Yes, I heard it too. Likely just one of the idiot tiros horsing around. Clumsy fool probably dropped their glass and bolted out of here to escape punishment."
She offered him a shrug, having assumed just as much. Don't get her wrong; the Tiros were an excellent addition to the Drakonrhedi. She just... well, they could get slightly rambunctious at times.
All the time, really.
"I can't say I wouldn't do the same, as I imagine you would have quite the temper were someone to disrupt the festivities you worked so hard to plan."
She snickered. "Well, I can't say I'd be particularly enthused. The party certainly wasn't a walk in the park."
Actually, it was a remarkably speedy process. With the aid of her fellow Vetrs, the party was accomplished in a few day's time.
"Now, lovely Freya, I must ask. Did you choose these bottled stars from personal favor, or did you get someone else to assist you?"
"Excellent question, sweet Calder!" She said, feeling the urge to tag his name with a similar adjective. "I did help in the testing process. But, it wasn't all up to me. I got a few other more experienced... um, tongues."
Oh, beautiful analogy.
"You know, I got other people to try it. I'm not a huge drinker myself." She paused. "Not the best immune system, either."
Tags: Calder Raoul Inspiration: Notes: SORRY ITS BAD WITH LIKE NOTHING TO REPLY TO Table made by Kyvestra.
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Post by Larael Astriddottir on Mar 4, 2014 13:42:58 GMT
Thorulf’s eyes dropped from her face momentarily as her hand dropped to the gun.
Is he…?
His eyes rose back up almost instantly. She wasn’t even sure they had moved.
Don’t be ridiculous. He’s much more respectful than that.
Larael wasn’t entirely sure what she’d do if he had been appraising her directly though. With her conservative dress and harsh demeanor, she wasn’t known as a head-turner around the Drakonborg. Though she was fairly attractive, her unapproachability made her seem inaccessible to most, if not all, Drakonrhedi.
Not that it bothered her at all. Many vikings were crude at best in their attempts to attract female attention.
“Nothing to do but sit and sit, and eat and eat.”
Larael shrugged, “Parties so often are like that. Sometimes it’s nice to be free of your duties, even for a little while.”
Thorulf left immediately after to get them both drinks, and she leaned back on the railing, watching him go. Were those Tiros giving him trouble? His bearing seemed very slightly agitated as he returned, passing her the glass. She sipped from it, then spoke. “Trouble with the Tiros?” She laughed a little, looking at them. Her eyes grew misty for a moment, then she turned to Thorulf, “Do you ever think about when that was you?
“I say we escort each other.”
She blinked. An internal struggle began.
Oh, this is getting serious.
Not even! He’s being respectful. It was your idea to go off alone with him.
He went with it, unquestioning.
Maybe he has a plan! You certainly don’t.
Almost as soon as it began, she had shut the inner strife down, and a tiny bit of her cold exterior returned as she reined her emotions in. She looked at Thorulf, her eyes the slightest bit cold. “That sounds nice.”
“Perhaps afterwards you can share with me some knowledge about stargazing?”
Any effort she had taken to control her romantic streak instantly failed as he said that. The barest, barest hint of pink climbed into her cheeks, and she attempted to shut it down, half-successfully. She looked to the observatory once more as she willed the color away. “If you’d like to hear it.” Her tone was the slightest bit unsure, and she cursed her vocal cords for misbehaving in such a way.
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Post by Thorulf Donalbain on Mar 5, 2014 0:14:16 GMT
Thorul f was pretty certain that she'd seen him catch a glimpse of her leg. His mind did a series of 'oh bugger oh bugger oh bugger oh bugger's, but there was nothing said of it, so perhaps there was no harm done. In all fairness however, Larael looked wonderful, it was difficult to not appreciate her elegant looks. In a totally professional way, of course.
“Parties so often are like that. Sometimes it’s nice to be free of your duties, even for a little while.”
She did have a point. For all his puffed up views on professionalism and obeying the rules, Thorulf was still only human. He liked to relax and wind down just as much as any other Drakonrhedi. How each person relaxed was an entirely different matter; some liked to socialize, others liked to visit family or coast on down to Midgardborg, but Thorulf was part of a group who spent it on the quiet. Reading, training, bonding with Drakes. After the ferocity of battle, some of the most deadly killers the Drakonrborg housed were tranquil in their moments of leisure. Thorulf nodded, lips pursed in thought for a brief moment, "I nearly didn't come." he admitted, "Originally I intended to just stay in my quarters and read." He gave a little indifferent shrug, "I don't know, I had a feeling that something interesting might happen, thought it best to stick with my gut feeling. Besides, my book isn't going anywhere." His head turned to Larael and he smiled softly, "Our conversation means I haven't had a wasted trip."
“Trouble with the Tiros?”
Thorulf gave her a look of 'you don't know the half of it' and sipped his drink with a grimace. A date indeed. This was hardly a date. Not even close, it was a informal chitchat among two colleagues. The fact that they were male and female and Larael just happened to be a beautiful female at that had nothing to do with it.
“Do you ever think about when that was you?"
Thorulf gave an amused snort, "I try not too." he joked, giving a brief burst of laughter. Although he tried to mask his words with as much warmth as he could muster, something inside him stirred deep down and the image of a young man and a young woman holding hands on the deck of the Drakonrborg cruelly surfaced in his memory. The picture shattered and the pieces fell back into his subconscious as his mind swept them aside. He cast a long look to a nearby gaggle of Tiros, laughing and happily chatting away with one another. There was such joy in their eyes. Such promise.
He turned back to Larael, "But you probably remember with more clarity what it was like to be a new-blood." He gave a crooked smile, "All those early starts, all those harsh words of wisdom from your mentor, being made to feel like you don't know your sword-arm from your big toe." Or maybe that was just his own experience? He gestured with a small point to the Tiros, "Still, they're good kids." he stated warmly, "Headstrong. But worth staying patient over."
At the suggestion of walking together, the other Pryfektus had a split second of hesitation. Thorulf's face creased ever so slightly in a frown, hoping he hadn't offended in some way or come off too forward.
“That sounds nice.”
Thank the gods.
He smiled politely to her, and in his ever-gentlemanly fashion, offered his inside arm for her to link onto. That wasn't forward in any way. Obviously not. Or so he kept telling himself. A true gentleman always escorts a lady. Of course, it wasn't as if he didn't think Larael couldn't take care of herself, he knew that she was perfectly capable of handling a crisis. Nevertheless, Thorulf felt he was bound by some unwritten rule in a non-existent book entitled 'things you must do as a guy'.
“If you’d like to hear it.”
Was she...? Was she blushing slightly? Perhaps it was the coloured lights that hung from the masts of the Drakonrborg that were adding the slightest pinch of pink in her cheeks. Thorulf certainly hadn't voiced his suggestion in the hope that she would react in such a way. Still, part of him felt rather charmed that she had. He responded to her with a gentle nod and a look of sincerity, "I would. There's not much I can teach you. Unless you'd like to join me on an early morning training routine?" It was a suggestion made in a rather breezy, light tone, but a little part of Thorulf reckoned he'd quite like Larael's company.
Once again, NOT a date.Tags: Larael Astriddottir Notes: I'm so sorry if this one is poop. my poor thorulf muse doesn't seem to be awake tonight D:
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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on Mar 5, 2014 2:34:59 GMT
Anton let out a sigh and looked over at him. ”I'm going to assume that this is a party for something in particular, but I don't know if we quite know the details yet. Then again, it could just be a completely ridiculous thing set up by the Vetrs.” Kaelan shrugged in response. He stood; the towel in his hand damp. Anton’s was probably soaked through. He had started cleaning up before Kaelan had. “Maybe it’s just a party.” Although, they didn’t really have parties, so this was a bit strange. Either way, they were having a party and that was that. ”Or maybe not. Anyway, we should find somewhere to deposit these.” He held up the towel slightly to show what he was referring to. His attention was grabbed by the string of light that Anton had gathered in his hand. The Tiro began to play with it and Kaelan watched intrigued. It didn’t burn Anton like it had with the Tiro he had chased off. Was the strand even hot? Well, duh, probably. It was light after all, and light let off heat. It just wasn’t hot enough to burn him. Kaelan was curious about Anton’s magic. He’d seen Larael use hers once or twice but it had never been for long. Now that he was up close, he could actually watch it. It was far different than his own magic. He wondered what it would be like to be able to light up dark places, or perhaps make illusions to fool everyone. The illusions would be handy. Trick people, make them not realize you were ever there, like the concealment aspect of his magic; it be fun too, playing jokes on others with it. ”So, are you skilled in any magic, Kaelan? Not all Drakonrhedi are known for their magic; I'm just curious if you have any particular talents.” “Yeah, but I’d not say I’m particularly skilled at it.” He shrugged. “I can do a few basic things but that’s about it.” He raised his hand, palm up, and gathered a few shadows to form a small ball in the center of his palm. He let it go a moment later. He didn’t practice his magic as much as he should. It wasn’t something he really relied on to get him through a fight. He had other skills for that and had just neglected his magic because of it. It wasn’t at the top of his priority list either which was why he left it as was. He knew that he probably should be working on it, but... “You seem rather good at handling yours.” The image of the Tiro laying on the ground with a cut cheek popped into his mind once more and his lips twitched up for a moment. Tags: Anton Nystrom Inspiration: Ummmmm... Notes: C sharp --- Table by Wild!
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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 Mar 5, 2014 21:23:12 GMT
"Excellent question, sweet Calder!" ))
His lips twitched slightly, pleased.
"I did help in the testing process. But, it wasn't all up to me. I got a few other more experienced... um, tongues." ))
Calder raised a single brow, a small smirk tugging at the left corner of his mouth at her words. "I'm sure. Well, whichever 'experienced tongues' you had to help you did quite well." He used enough inflection in his voice to be making some sort of innuendo, but his face was calm enough to be speaking frankly.
The overall goal was to watch her blush some more.
"You know, I got other people to try it. I'm not a huge drinker myself." She paused. "Not the best immune system, either." ))
"I didn't think you would be. You don't seem the type." At the finish of his words, the lovely string quartet began to play a song that Calder knew well from his youth, and the man immediately chuckled with genuine glee.
"Freya, I have no choice but to dance with you to this song, seeing as it is a favorite of mine, and you do look like you could be a lovely dancer."
With that, he would gently take her hand with his, placing his other hand on her waist and immediately sweep her out onto the dance floor gracefully. Even when tipsy, Calder was light on his feet and a great dancer, especially since he knew this song.
"Now, what were you saying about a weak immune system?"
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 5, 2014 22:55:16 GMT
"I mean, I obviously remember the cool things we did. Kinda hard to forget that."
Ack, not helping. Which cool stuff? The part where I knock you out could be considered cool!
He was just going to hope that she didn't actually remember that and was talking about the gang that they beat up. It would be oh so much nicer if she didn't remember past, say, her second glass. That would be really nice! Then she'd get the part about the aura lens, the fake other woman, but not any of the stuff about kissing him or being knocked out. Those details he preferred to leave out until later. Or, well, leave them out for forever, if that was a thing.
It probably wasn't. Oh well.
"I just don't entirely completely remember the stuff we did after that."
Oh thank-
"Entirely."
Well crap.
There was still a very good possibility that Ade remembered. Ced quietly hoped that she simply couldn't recall anything involving, say, her lips meeting his and him knocking her out.
"Well, don't feel bad. You didn't miss much."
HAHA WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT CED SHE MISSED NOTHING?
Cedric apparently needed work on acting smooth with his emotions. He was fairly certain they were going haywire. It was like a flipping code red in here, complete with transvestites, miscellaneous extra limbs, explosions, tears, blood, flashing lights, his brother, behemoths, and Shakespeare on fire.
That was Ced's version of a code red, anyway.
"What's the last thing you remember? I can tell you what happened after that."
Or I can, ya'know, not.
He was pretty sure he'd read somewhere about not basing a relationship on lies, but Ced really didn't know how to base a relationship on anything else. He'd just have to clear them up later, when he was more certain about her position on things. At this point, she probably hated his guts.
Most people did. You got used to it after a while.
Ced, certainly, was well-accustomed to people hating him. He really didn't mind. But he was hoping that this particular person didn't find reason to utterly despise him, because he kind of really liked her. The last time he'd really liked someone, they'd ended up spitting on his face and walking away laughing as his favorite copy of Midsummer Night's Dream burned in their hands.
He really hoped this didn't turn out that way.
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Post by Anton Nystrom on Mar 6, 2014 1:28:17 GMT
So Kaelan simply is an archer. Whilst he may be magical is some senses, his ability of an archer was what convinced the Drakonrhedi of his skill. That's certainly saying something. Anton had suspected it from Kaelan's quiet boasting, but he simply wanted to make sure. It wasn't like he doubted the Tiro's ability; rather, he doubted the honest of the Tiro. Anton was pretty warm towards Kaelan, but the quiet subtleties of truth made it that much easier for him to enjoy the Tiro. It was a type of caution that was tiring to keep up, even if people could keep it up for years at a time. The caution of not really knowing if the person you were speaking to was honest. This caution, of course, was more like an onion than a blanket. It had layers and layers, and only the people who got to the center ever got to hear the pure truth. Light was wonderful to think with. It was distracting. It forced your attention to it, and if Anton could convey a singular idea onto the light in his mind, then he would be forced to focus on that. It was a rather strange way of going about thinking, but in the end, it worked beautifully for Anton. "You seem rather good at handling yours," Kaelan mentioned. This caused a small smile from Anton. He would hope that he was good at controlling his magic. It was, from what he understood, the entirety of the reason he was chosen for the Drakonrhedi. His more... erratic urges were much more suppressed before he was given the power of a Drakonrhedi, but they were aware of the concern even then. Of course, they had ways of dealing with it, but they wished to harness Anton instead of simply suppressing him. "I pride myself on my magic. As powerful as I can be in physical combat, I'm no battle expert. But magic... That is something I do quite well." In a small demonstration, the strand of light that Anton was working with suddenly seemed to "harden", and then shattered into hundreds of smaller fragments, spread across the deck. "The magic itself is... Simple. But the issue for this particular area is the concentration required. To use it effectively in combat, you can't rely too much on your mental faculties, which means the magic you use has to be ingrained into you. Practice, practice, practice."That was something his late mentor did well. Practice something until you believed that you could rest your life in its hands, and then practice something else. Never relent. Never give up. And most of all, never let yourself stray from your objective. The last part was the subtlest part of her teachings, but also perhaps the most important. "I can do very simple illusions and whatnot, but they're less of what I enjoy. Less of what I feel is useful. And it's much harder for me." A collection of light seemed to gather in front of Anton until it eventually coalesced into a brilliant sapphire. "The hardest part about using the light proper for illusions is they have no actual reality. That's why I was taught to use a base item that is similar, and then apply the illusion around it." A sigh came from Anton as he noted the imperfections in his illusions: the light was reflecting incorrectly and the transparency was more like water than an actual gem. It was wavy and mistaken. The fake gem suddenly disappeared and Anton turned to smile at Kaelan. "To be honest, that's the only reason I can truly fight in combat. I may be fairly agile and strong, but anyone who is skilled can outmatch me. I just cause them to have to choose between two situations that are both unpleasant: face the wrath of my blade, or face the wrath of my magic."After finishing, Anton realized that Kaelan probably didn't want an entire lecture on his magic, but at the same time, he was pleased with himself. Boasting was something that, even if people tried not to do it, they enjoyed. It was a simple way of finding pleasure in your work. At the same time, it could be rather annoying to listen to. Anton hoped he didn't annoy Kaelan. Tags: Kaelan AvallochsonInspiration: Dream Theater - A Dramatic Turn of Events Notes: have me give you the entire discourse of anton's magic. i really hope this doesn't suck too much. /flail
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Mar 6, 2014 2:31:03 GMT
"I'm sure. Well, whichever 'experienced tongues' you had to help you did quite well."
A streak of red slashed her face, his tone not helping in the least. She opened her mouth to object, and was hardly surprised to hear no such noise at the obvious lack of retort.
"I didn't think you would be. You don't seem the type."
The redness on her face died off rather quickly. True, she wasn't the "type" for drinking. Calder seemed to more or less uphold that standard, although she wasn't about to reveal her suspicions.
A moment of silence indicated the beginning of a new song,
"Freya, I have no choice but to dance with you to this song, seeing as it is a favorite of mine, and you do look like you could be a lovely dancer."
W-What? Oh, surely he wasn't serious! It's not like he would-
Her imminent blush resurfaced at the abrupt change of events, the redness almost permanently boring into her skin. Calder had, quite literally, swept her off her feet, guiding them towards the more lively spectrum of the party. Her arm almost instinctively fell on his shoulder - mainly for balance, she was surprised it had landed in the correct position.
"What're we...!"
The man, she discovered, was remarkably light on his feet. It was almost intimidating, really. She hadn't danced with someone for... oh, quite some time. How was she expected to compete with this!
"Now, what were you saying about a weak immune system?"
She was more concerned with placing her feet in the proper sequence, but she mustered out a response.
"Um... Oh you know, not hard for me to catch a cold," She stammered, still concentrating on her foot placement. She certainly wasn't about to be the one to ruin their glorious pattern of not-messing-up.
"Where did you learn to dance? I have to say, you're quite good at it."
Tags: Calder Raoul Inspiration: Notes: ehehe oh god this is terrible im sorry Table made by Kyvestra.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 6, 2014 3:08:54 GMT
"Well, don't feel bad. You didn't miss much."Okay, there was definitely something wrong with him. His tone was remarkably composed, yet his aura stated otherwise. He was a pluthera of paranoia; concern, freight, and anxiety all pummeled into one messy man. Honestly, it was like he was on the brink of hysteria! Maybe she was reading him wrong? That was highly unlikely, of course, but it could be quite possible that she was the problem here. Could it be that she somehow fucked up her vision? Maybe. She didn't see why not. "That's good," She responded in a somewhat curious tone. At this point, it sounded more like a question than anything. "What's the last thing you remember? I can tell you what happened after that."She pried her gaze away from the man, refocusing on the mass of people below. They seemed to have the same general mood as to when she last saw them, but... well, that probably wasn't her most reliable source. It wasn't like she could exactly pinpoint their emotions. "Well..." She began, unconsciously twiddling her thumbs. "I know you were a cat and then you were a guy and then I was a snake and we beat up some people. Then we walked away and I was still a snake and we beat up some more people. Then we got hungry and went to a fancy place with fancy food and fancy drinks. Then I kind of... liked the drinks a lot. A lot a lot. That's where it starts to get fuzzy... I mean, I remember the whole aura lens thing. Then I said a bunch of dumb things." She paused. "I think I called you pregnant at some point?" Heh, now it was coming back to her. Maybe she wasn't so drunk after all? Nonsense. Nobody blacks out for no apparent reason. Sure, she hadn't consumed a completely unreasonable amount of alcohol, but it was certainly enough to knock her out. ... Unless it was something else? No, don't be fucking stupid.Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Notes: UM I WAS GONNA KEEP GOING BUT THEN I DECIDED NAH Table made by Opal.
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