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 6, 2014 16:54:23 GMT
"What're we...!" ))
Calder's smirk turned into a wicked grin as he pretended to be oblivious to her obvious fluster as he swept her on to the dance floor. As the music began to float through the air in a slow, easy, lovely rhythm, Calder's feet easily began to make the correct steps, as if it was muscle memory.
"Um... Oh you know, not hard for me to catch a cold," ))
As he watched Freya concentrate on the steps with brow-furrowing determination, Calder's grin turned into an all-out smile. His amusement was likely heard in his voice, if she couldn't look up to see it in his face.
"Interesting. Is that something you've had all your life? I imagine that it would be quite the struggle for a busy Vetr such as yourself. I can't imagine you being held down by a doctor's orders when you have behemoths to fight and parties to plan." His tone was light, but curious, as if he actually wanted to know. It seemed that tonight was one of extreme opposites for Calder.
"Where did you learn to dance? I have to say, you're quite good at it." ))
This time, it was Calder's turn to blush, his high cheekbones turning a dusty shade of pink. "Oh, you know... We, uh, all have to have hobbies, yes? When I was a boy, some of the older girls where I was raised enjoyed dancing and took pity in the scrawny, weak little thing that was Calder Raoul at age ten and taught me how to do what they did best." He shrugs, obviously embarrassed.
Damn it Calder, you're supposed to be manly.
| "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:School sucks as bad as this post Notes:CALDER ALSO ENJOYS OTHER GIRLY THINGS LIKE CUDDLING AND BAKING BUT TELLS NO ONE BECAUSE HE IS A MANLY MAN YUP | |
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 8, 2014 0:27:18 GMT
"That's good."
It seemed more like a question than anything. Oh gods she's on to me. But not onto him. That'd be... weird. He was done with that train of thought, he was panicky enough as it was.
She didn't appear to be about to comment on his emotions, however. There was no way he could disguise this clusterfuck of pre-hysteria, however, so she was either being polite or questioning her reading of the emotions in some way. That, or she was totally fine with his incredible social ineptitude, to the point of being chill about the fact that he was flipping out. Or... maybe another reason that he hadn't yet comprehended enough to take into account? He didn't know her that well, after all.
Honestly, the second to last option wasn't likely--from the kindness she'd demonstrated previously, it seemed like she'd at least throw an "are you okay" his way, even if she didn't press the question afterwards (because he'd undoubtedly deny anything being amiss).
He didn't think that she was tactful enough to not inquire about the jumbled mess that was his current emotional state. After all, she'd bothered him about the missive he received from an agent right before their dinner together -- oh god, our dinner together, it sounds so sappy -- but perhaps he was wrong and that was an outlier event? But her behavior in other instances hadn't pointed to a particularly... finessed way of dealing with nosiness, unlike Talithe, who could trick you into asking her if she wanted to know what you were hiding.
But that was a digression. That left either: she was questioning her reading of his emotions or she was staying quiet for some other reason.
Or, maybe she was too socially awkward to ask him about his feelings. That was a good possibility--although, admittedly, he figured that if she really wanted to know she'd just downright ask or ask in a charming and funny and adorable (oh gods) and satirical manner.
His string of reasoning had managed to calm him down considerably, even though it had taken only a relatively brief portion of time. Ade, too, appeared to have paused before her response. It was a good thing she had.
"Well... 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. I think I called you pregnant at some point?"
Ced nodded, giggling slightly at the mention of pregnancies. "Yes, that was something that happened." For the first time in what seemed like forever, he carefully controlled the subsiding of his mirth, once more regaining the mastery of acting that he used in his day job. Or night job. Depending.
Drawing a breath, he appeared to become serious again, to the casual observer at least. He wasn't sure how his emotions were holding up--probably, they were only slightly less of a hot mess than before.
"No, you passed out pretty soon after that." That wasn't actually a lie. "I don't think there was anything particularly important after that." That was actually a lie. "Uh, lemme think here."
What to tell her...
"Well. You poked my nose a bunch. Apparently it's a good nose. Other than that... you passed out not long after. I made sure you were okay, brought you back to the ship."
Oh, yeah, you also kissed me and then I knocked you out. But I'm not going to mention that, because what I've told you thus so far is actually fairly truthful. I omit a few choice bits, but what's so bad about that?
He'd leave it at that for now.
| Tags: Ade AlvadottirInspiration: playlist of awesome Notes: yay bad post |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Mar 9, 2014 3:44:28 GMT
"Interesting. Is that something you've had all your life? I imagine that it would be quite the struggle for a busy Vetr such as yourself. I can't imagine you being held down by a doctor's orders when you have behemoths to fight and parties to plan."
Strange. Calder seemed to be mildly fascinated with the subject, judging by his sufficiently kinder tone. She was almost inclined to glance at his face, although she decided that it was best to occupy herself with the dance. She chuckled lightly at his comment, saying, "Yeah, it can get a little annoying. But I usually don't let petty little sicknesses keep me from doing my job."
Okay, she was beginning to get the hang of this dance. She no longer felt the necessity to channel her full attention to her feet. Besides, she'd hate to be rude. Her head reclined to look at Calder, taken aback to see a subtle shade of red overlaying his features.
"Oh, you know... We, uh, all have to have hobbies, yes? When I was a boy, some of the older girls where I was raised enjoyed dancing and took pity in the scrawny, weak little thing that was Calder Raoul at age ten and taught me how to do what they did best."
A smile broke from her lips, absorbing every ounce of his story. She hadn't inquired Calder about his personal life until this moment.
I wonder if he's ever been this open with people?
"Well, they were very good teachers," She observed, allowing her gaze to slide to the floor once again as she kept her steps consistent.
But she wanted to know more.
"What clan were you from, anyways? There weren't too many merciful dancing girls in Hrafnung."
Tags: Calder Raoul Inspiration: my random burst of art muse that i tried to convert into writing Notes: I NOW WANT THEM TO CUDDLE AND BAKE AND KILL THINGS Table made by Kyvestra.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 9, 2014 4:28:36 GMT
Cedric, luckily, seemed to have subdued his emotional flare to some extent. The traces of his tremor still remained utterly visible, although they lacked the previous urgency that they evoked beforehand. In fact, if someone had witnessed the rapid depletion of paranoia, they probably wouldn't have been able to believe their whatever-they-sense-auras-with. He was certainly no stranger at controlling his emotions, although she doubted that he had much experience with his aura. Though he did know that one particular woman who could sense auras, similar to her. Although she established that the woman may or may not be real. In all honesty, he could be assembling an aura lens for the sheer purpose of seeming more put-together than he currently was. Really, he's quite good at shielding his emotions from the outside world. The inside world, however, was much different, and she could see right into it. ... Although, it wouldn't make sense for him to hide his emotions from her. It's not like they were friends. Er... well... were they considered friends? They did spend quite a lot of time together, and it wasn't like she didn't enjoy his company. She also enjoyed his hair, and his urge to beat people up and set things on fire. Actually, her life would probably be really boring if he hadn't shown up out of nowhere. ... STILL! It wouldn't make sense for him to hide them from her. Therefore, there must be some other person whom he is using it against. But who? She obviously wasn't aware of any other aura readers in the Drakonrhedi. It could be possible that she simply hadn't encountered them, although that also seemed unlikely. Could she be from another clan? Ugh, there you go with the "she" thing again! Maybe it wasn't a she! But... well, maybe it was. Did he say it was a she? Gah, I wish I could just remember! A giggle from Cedric derailed her discombobulated train of thought. "Yes, that was something that happened." He seemed to be far from the beckoning brink of hysteria, although the symptoms still persisted to the best of their ability. "No, you passed out pretty soon after that. I don't think there was anything particularly important after that. Uh, lemme think here." "Well. You poked my nose a bunch. Apparently it's a good nose. Other than that... you passed out not long after. I made sure you were okay, brought you back to the ship."She poked his nose? That was... that was more or less of a- oh yeah! She did poke his nose! Ha, that was funny. Well, from what she remembered. It was probably a very rude and vulgar nose-poke. So... yes, it must've been very funny. She obviously didn't remember the "passing out" portion. There was still a part of her that thoroughly believed there was more to the story, although she could nothing more to figure it out. Besides, her superstitions were probably just that. She didn't see why there would be any reason for the Vetr to lie. "Heh... sorry about randomly passing out. How'd you get me back, anyways?" Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Notes: TRALLALALALA Table made by Opal.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 9, 2014 5:35:21 GMT
Ade seemed to be buying his story, at least thus so far.
"Heh... sorry about randomly passing out. How'd you get me back, anyways?"
AHAHA YEAH YOU TOTALLY JUST RANDOMLY PASSED OUT.
Okay calm now Cedric.
"Oh, I just made sure you were alright and then carried you." It was the truth. He didn't exactly have a stretcher, and he kinda felt bad about knocking her out anyway, so he'd picked her up and made sure she had a nice stroll back to the ship. "You're not heavy, so it wasn't an issue."
He'd probably drop a few more things about this pretend other aura reader that didn't really exist. Plus, they had to get working on the aura lens sometime if his nonexistent plan was going to work.
"Although, speaking of favors."
Ced paused, letting a note of awkwardness seep back into his voice and reaching up to scratch the back of his neck nervously. "The, uh, aura lens. I still need help with that. I mean, it's not super urgent, but... we should still work out some time to start on that."
He really hoped that his nervousness showed through to his aura. He could fake a blush and currently was, but regardless. Besides, he really did still need help with it! And he really was nervous about the woman involved! So he just hoped that... oh, yep, now he definitely was feeling terribly awkward. He grinned awkwardly, letting out a little slightly forced laugh.
That, if nothing else, would imply some sort of emotional attachment to this project. It wasn't like he was lying about it... he was just stating things in a way that was incredibly deceptive towards Ade.
And it wasn't like he didn't feel bad about it! But he needed protection in these intimate matters. Heck, he couldn't get through day to day life without some sort of facade protecting him against people. It was reasonable, if rude, for him to put on extra layers against Ade.
Especially since she stripped him of so many defenses already.
Whatever, he'd build those back up. A layer of lies, and then an aura lens. Then he could think about the next steps. But first, he had to make sure that he had some sort of way of staying safe from her aura reading.
Because, as much as he was loathe to admit it, he was socially inept and terrified of emotional pain. People hated him. He was used to it. He made them hate him to leave him alone--some sacrifices were necessary. But, unfortunately, he appeared to have already marked Ade as someone whose opinion he valued. He'd accidentally given her the ability to hurt him.
Well played, Cedric. Well played indeed.
Should things work out to his plan, he'd end up protected from Ade and her affections secured to the point where he could pull away the curtain and not be afraid of her response. He would tell her that the 'other woman' had been her the entire time, dispel the aura lens, willingly reveal all his deceptions to her. He was willing to swear this. All he wanted in return was some sort of sign that she would understand why he did all this, and not hurt him for it.
Much of this was subconscious, but he knew well enough his motives and the steps necessary. The deception had to be built up, the truth discovered, and then the deception could be removed.
| Tags: Ade AlvadottirInspiration: MIND'S EYE ALKDJSLKDFJ Notes: ced did repeatedly say that the person was a she, when Ade was being like "i bet she's a bitch" and all that. also let's play count the innuendos i know there's at least one |
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Post by Larael Astriddottir on Mar 9, 2014 22:13:02 GMT
“I nearly didn’t come. Originally I intended to just stay in my quarters and read.”
Larael had almost done the same at first, and indeed the book tucked under her arm reminded her of that fact.
“I don’t know, I had a feeling that something interesting might happen… I haven’t had a wasted trip.”
She smiled at that. “I’m glad I’m worth your time, Thorulf.” She took another sip of the wine and looked around the deck.
Tiros, Iduneus and Pryfektus mingled about. She noticed Kaelan in the crowd and smiled inwardly, pleased that he decided to come.
“I try not to.”
He looked distracted for an instant. Perhaps even solemn. Had she offended? She opened her mouth to speak, but shut it immediately.
If he’s offended, it’s probably not for a reason you understand.
She nodded. Sometimes it was easier to live only in the present, though so often there was something to be learned from the past. It wasn’t her place to pry, so she kept quiet.
“But you probably remember with more clarity what it was like to be a new-blood.”
Larael smiled again, “Of course.”
“All those early starts, all those harsh words of wisdom from your mentor, being made to feel like you didn’t know your sword arm from your big toe.”
Nodding once more, she clasped her hands together around the wine glass. “Indeed. Do you remember Pryfektus Astara Nyrdottir? She was my mentor. Astara taught me everything I know about magic, and about swordplay.”
“Still, they’re good kids. Headstrong, but worth staying patient over.”
Larael laughed. She knew that all too well. Her own pupil, somewhere out there in the crowd, was a fine example of this.
He proposed that they walk together. After a brief moment of panic, she linked her arm onto his, walking with him.
Such a gentleman. You could get used to this.
She willed those thoughts away, trying to replace them with something else. He spoke again, offering, in mostly a joking way, to trade knowledge of stargazing for sparring.
She did, in fact, need a sparring partner. Someone with whom she could exchange conversation about books or the other Drakonrhedi would be even nicer.
The inner conversation started up again.
Plus you can take out any frustration you have with him during sparring.
Larael dismissed the internal strife and looked at Thorulf. “I think I can find myself armed and ready to go on the deck tomorrow if you’ll be there.”
She sat down in a small chair on the observatory balcony, alongside a small table. Another chair was conveniently present nearby. She looked down along the deck. She picked out the Vetr from the crowd, watching with interest for a moment as Freya was twirled around by a man she knew as something like Raymond Cauldron, a fellow Pryfektus.
Turning back to Thorulf, she gave a little smile. Realizing that, in their conversation, they had neglected to get food, she pointed down to the nearest table with food on it. “We seem to have forgotten our meal.”
| Tags: Thorulf Donalbain Inspiration: Notes: late and bad and bad and late 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 Mar 10, 2014 18:50:44 GMT
When Freya looked up at Calder, smiling as he spoke and they danced, his blush grew slightly darker. Calder, suddenly realising he probably looked ridiculous, shook his head slightly to cause the thick strands of his dark hair to fall into his face slightly, giving him and edgier look and making his blush more difficult to see. Manly man powers activate.
"Well, they were very good teachers," ))
Her gaze returned to her feet as she once again focused on her steps. She was learning them well, and would likely be capable of looking away for more than a moment sometime relatively soon.
"And you are a quick study, Ms. Forsdottir."
"What clan were you from, anyways? There weren't too many merciful dancing girls in Hrafnung." ))
Oh Gods, she wants to know more? I'm going to die.
Calder gave the simplified version of his childhood. "I was raised in an orphanage in Midgardborg, though, had I not been accepted into the Drakonrheidi, I would have become one of the Wulfing. What was your childhood like? I know very little of you, Freya."
He offered her his pirate-like smile, raising both brows in almost a challenge. "But I would like to know more."
| "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: I'm sorry this sucks I had 15 minutes for lunch and no food | |
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Post by Ayveh Joldottir on Mar 10, 2014 23:27:33 GMT
Ayveh stepped tentatively out onto the deck of the Drakonborg, awed by the number of people present. So many Drakonrhedi!
There wasn't a particular rhyme or reason to this party, as far as she knew, though some had spoken of it as a reward for the dedication of the Drakonrhedi. Ayveh was fine with that as a reason, since parties tended to be nice. She had dressed up as best she could. Having no dresses or other "fancy" clothing that many of the Pryfektus and some of the Iduneus were wearing, she chose instead to wear her best coat over her uniform. The red and brown of the coat looked slightly out of place among the brighter colors that some of the vikings were wearing, but she did her best to ignore that. As she joined with the collective crowd, she noticed how carefully the party had been put together. Food was scattered over the deck in strategic locations so that anyone could easily get some. In addition, the lights and decorations were placed to make as much of an impact with as little material. Ayveh smiled -- the higher-ups of the Drakonrhedi never ceased to amaze her. She helped herself to a small plate of food, eating slowly as she walked around the deck. Eventually, she spotted someone she knew: an Iduneus named Kai. She approached him, weaving through the crowd as best she could, though she did bump into the occasional viking with an "I'm sorry! Excuse me!" Ayveh approached Kai, smiling. "Good evening, Kai. How are you doing?"She turned, looking back towards the better part of the deck. "It's a nice party. A bit big... maybe?"
-- Kai Raske
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Post by Thorulf Donalbain on Mar 10, 2014 23:59:11 GMT
“I’m glad I’m worth your time, Thorulf.”
Thorulf responded with a gentle, but genuine smile of affection. Me too, Larael.
“Indeed. Do you remember Pryfektus Astara Nyrdottir? She was my mentor. Astara taught me everything I know about magic, and about swordplay.”
Thorulf's lips hovered against the rim of his wine glass as he mentally ruffled through his memories. Faces came and went on the Drakonrborg. He'd shared his experiences with so many allies since he joined, all those years ago. Sometimes he wondered where the time went, other days it had felt like lifetimes had passed him. The trick was to keep going regardless, no matter how many people were pulled from your life. Unfortunately however, the only real way out of the Drakonrhedi was...well, in a body bag. Tiros died, Ideneus died, Pryfektus' died, Vetrs died. A Drakonrhedi was only so human, at the end of the day. It was perhaps a macabre thought, but one Thorulf constantly reminded himself of, to bring himself back to the reality of his profession. He took a small sip from his drink, making a short humming noise when his memory finally pulled up a face, "Ah...Pryfektus Nyrdottir...I do remember her, yes." His lips pulled into a warm, nostalgic smile, "A woman who took no nonsense from anyone. Heart of gold though." A small chuckle left his lips, "She was a damn fine warrior too."
As they traversed the deck together, arms linked, Thorulf was able to scope out his fellow party revelers. He caught sight of Pryfektus Raoul, twirling around like some giddy teenager with that Forsdottir woman. Part of him pitied her, but only because he reckoned he was a much better dancer. He had half a mind to swing Larael onto the dancefloor and give them all a good proper schooling on how it was all done. But he was a gentleman, and a gentleman does not whisk his unexpecting female companion into a dance when the time does not call for that. He thought it best to leave Raoul to his own courting techniques, and made a mental note to follow him up on how many times he'd managed to bed her. Sarcastically, of course.
“I think I can find myself armed and ready to go on the deck tomorrow if you’ll be there.”
"Wonderful," Thorulf replied breezily, treating Larael to an elated smile, "I look forward to sparring with the ex-tiro of Pryfektus Nyrdottir. I trust you'll give me a run for my money." Part of him hoped his playful pre-assessment of Larael's combat ability was true; it was about damn time he practiced with someone who provided a challenge for him. Tiros and Ideneus were people he enjoyed giving lessons and helpful advice to, but full on mock-combat was rarely experienced. In truth, he didn't even dare ask Vetrs, thanks to his fierce respect of the social hierarchy. If a Vetr proposed the idea, so be it, but Thorulf would never be the one to engage it.
As Larael sat herself down, Thorulf strode over to the extra chair and pulled it close to his fellow Pryfektus. He was about to sit, when she opened her mouth to speak.
“We seem to have forgotten our meal.”
Thorulf paused. Whoops, major gentlemanly error there. Nevertheless, he gave her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, allow me."
A couple of minutes later, he promptly returned from the nearby food table with two plates of assorted tidbits. He wasn't sure what Larael liked exactly, so he'd picked out little bits of everything. His own plate was similarly laid out; his normal self loved meats, but that inner stag craved greens. Thorulf was more than happy to satisfy the inner animal however; it was a healthy mix, and it kept him going effectively. He handed Larael's plate to her before sitting down himself.
Thorulf took a moment to soak in the atmosphere; the balcony from the observatory really was a marvelous place. When he visited, he usually went inside to find peaceful solitude to read his book. But he decided that this spot would make an even better vantage point, provided he was accompanied by such a beautiful starlit night. Even better to have a companion who retained such beauty.
His mind did a mental somersault in that moment. Careful now, Thorulf. It wasn't a snarky thought, but something more of a protective warning. Surely there was nothing wrong in simply appreciating a woman's pleasing aesthetic qualities however? It was all innocent behavior. Nothing to it at all. Not in the slightest.
Thorulf looked up into the night sky, strong neck craning upwards to take in the splendor of the heavens, "It really is a wonderful night." he remarked, "Brilliant idea of yours to come at enjoy it from up here. But now, stargazing-" He suddenly raised a hand to point a finger a particular collection of stars, "-that constellation there. Can you tell me what one that is?" He had to lean in slightly towards her, just to make sure they were both gazing upon the same collection of burning lights in the sky. Tags: Larael Astriddottir Notes: thorulf getting saucy wahey
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Post by Kai Raske on Mar 11, 2014 2:34:50 GMT
Aha. Someone he knew. The Tiro named Ayveh. He had dealt with her the past previously. Mostly just for the occasional sickness or wound, though she wasn't exactly too often needing treatment like some of the other Tiros. She was quite a pleasant personality to be around, although quiet and idealistic. But when it came down to it, she was someone Kai was more than happy to spend his time with. In fact, he dare say that he would love her company for a party like tonight. "Good evening, Kai. How are you doing?" She asked, walking up to him in an outfit that suited her well: a rather nice coat over her uniform, which seems to be taken care of rather well. "I'm fine. Was wishing for some company, so I'm glad you're here for that. And how are you doing? And yours studies, how are they going as well?"Pleasantries were so often disguised as merely that, but Kai found them to be more than that. For him, he could slip questions in that asked things that he wanted to ask without being suspicious. They weren't always bound to work, of course, as pleasantries were supposed to be pleasant, and everyone knew you should lie if there was actually something bad going on. No one like the idiot who moaned about their day at formal parties. Kai happened to be that idiot more than once. He may be nice, but he was certainly a hypocrite. Ayveh turned to face that deck that was behind them, so Kai naturally turned with her. If there was something to be spoken of, then they should speak of it together. "It's a nice party. A bit big... maybe?" she said, mentioning the rather large gathering of Drakonrhedi on the poor little ship. It was definitely a bit big. So why? "It is a nice party. The Vetrs and Pryfektus must have pulled quite a few strings to get service like this. Either that or they've been planning it for thirty years." A small smile appeared on the Iduneus's face and he shrugged. "It's a big party. Lots of Drakonrhedi. Why is it so important that we come? Anyone that's on the Drakonborg, sure, but... I dunno. I just get a handful of bad feelings from the strangest of things."Strangest of things? Perhaps not. This was definitely a good enough reason. Still, he didn't have enough reasons to place his doubts on. Tags: Ayveh JoldottirInspiration: what is inspiration Notes: hahahaha Table made by Wildsky. |
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 11, 2014 3:40:29 GMT
"Oh, I just made sure you were alright and then carried you. You're not heavy, so it wasn't an issue."Ade shrugged; it was something that she had been quite curious about, although she hadn't had the courage to up and ask him. Besides, when would that question ever come into play? Oh, hey Cedric, exactly how did you bring me back that day that I got so drunk I passed out because last time I checked I didn't wake up in that restaurant. She was glad that the subject was brought up to some degree. It answered quite a few lingering questions she had - in fact, it seemed to be answering questions on both of their behalf. Still, she didn't see how the man could carry her away from the scene without accumulating any unwanted attention. "Did anyone notice you?" She asked, a thin brow cocking out of curiosity. "Although, speaking of favors."There was a pause before he spoke. A hint of discomfort tainted his aura. "The, uh, aura lens. I still need help with that. I mean, it's not super urgent, but... we should still work out some time to start on that."It was strange, really. Cedric seemed significantly more nervous about the matter than he had during their dinner. Of course, what did she remember about their dinner? She already established that she could recollect very few details. Still, this subject seemed to have grown on him. It seemed "touchy", so to speak. As if it had an underlying meaning to it - namely one that he... oh, what's the phrase. Cherished? Something like that. Anyways, the thing seemed to have newfound sentimentality to it, to which she could not fully understand. What, it was just an aura lens! No need to bunch your briefs. "Yeah, that thing," She acknowledged, still analyzing his aura with minor confusion. "When do you want to work with it? I mean, it's not like I'm busy. Ever." Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Notes: IDK ITS BAD AND SHORT AND IM TIRED Table made by Opal.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 11, 2014 21:37:05 GMT
"Did anyone notice you?"
Cedric shrugged. "A few people. I mean, it's the Midgardborg, kinda hard to go unnoticed. But I took a less people-covered way back. Figured it'd be less of a hassle."
He was about to take another bite of food when he realized he'd accidentally chewed through his entire plate's worth. He frowned at the empty porcelain, wondering vaguely at what point of his nervousness-rimmed evening that had happened and how many manners he had forgotten during it.
However, he couldn't worry too much. There were matters of business to attend to.
"Yeah, that thing. When do you want to work with it? I mean, it's not like I'm busy. Ever."
Ced paused. It appeared as if he was thinking about his schedule, but he was very carefully constructing a sentence that hinted just enough to a certain nonexistent person. He might be able to get a hint at Ade's feelings from this interaction, after all, and that was sort of the goal.
"Well, I'd like it as soon as possible. I, er, need it quickly. There's been... she... never mind."
Hopefully that wasn't too bad. Besides, it wasn't a lie that there'd been a complication in their relationship. She had, after all, kind of kissed him while drunk. If that wasn't a complication, he wasn't sure what was.
"Either way, I'm probably the busier of us two, so where can I usually find you? If I've got a spare moment I'll swing by and see if you're not open to working on it."
He had so far twisted his own view of a lie in this context that he wasn't sure what was deception and what wasn't. He was pretty sure that his last statement had contained no deception because he could be quite busy, but the one before it had contained deception because it referenced a past misunderstanding that he continued to allow to be perpetuated for his own gain.
Yes, that seemed about right.
It was always wonderful when he had to get things straight in side his own mind. He didn't really mind, though--he was awful good at getting himself untangled from his own little webs.
So long as Ade didn't untangle it for him (something he was actually very afraid of happening, seeing as how she was incredibly sharp and could see his emotions), he could plot this out nicely and everything would be okay.
Probably.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Mar 12, 2014 23:19:01 GMT
"And you are a quick study, Ms. Forsdottir."
Freya breathed out a small giggle, the pattern of the dance temporarily locking itself into her subconscious. It wasn't entire difficult, but the constant fear of messing up continued to nip at her mind. It took much difficulty for her to lift her head, and - through a series of glancing down to make sure her feet were in place - maintained eye contact with the man.
"I was raised in an orphanage in Midgardborg, though, had I not been accepted into the Drakonrheidi, I would have become one of the Wulfing. What was your childhood like? I know very little of you, Freya."
Goodness, an orphan? She would have never guess that. Er... well, he did seem to have little acknowledgement towards the feelings of others; his lack of parents could have had a certain influence on that particular subject. Still, he didn't completely ignore other people's feelings. He may be short with people, although that was only to a certain degree. She firmly believed that he did, in fact, care about something. She'd really love to know what it was.
Besides, orphans were quite commonplace in the Drakonrhedi. She's witnessed a number of esteemed Tiros enter with a rage brought on by their parents' deaths. Of course, he may have never had parents. None that he knew of, anyways. Now she was just rambling.
"Oh, my childhood wasn't very special. I mean, I wasn't an orphan, but I always had a liking for magic. My parents thought it was pretty cute. I don't think they expected me to show any interest in the Drakonrhedi, although they supported me nonetheless." She paused. "They still worry about me. I'm not sure that they fully understand what the duties of a Vetr entail, but I'm quite content with them believing that I rarely see any action."
Tags: Calder Raoul Inspiration: Notes: SORRY THIS IS LATEEEEEE AND JUST GOD AWFUL FDISOSGPSDG Table made by Kyvestra.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 13, 2014 3:31:01 GMT
"A few people. I mean, it's the Midgardborg, kinda hard to go unnoticed. But I took a less people-covered way back. Figured it'd be less of a hassle."Ade nodded, eyes slightly furrowed in contemplation. She still wasn't entirely sure how she had managed to surpass her brief intoxication and physically pass out. She had consumed a proportionate amount of alcohol, sure, although that didn't necessarily merit her loss of consciousness. Besides, it wasn't like that was her first rodeo. She drank herself away many nights prior to that one - mainly out of boredom. She could typically handle more than a few glasses of whatever the hell Black Tie consisted of. Oh well. It really didn't matter; it wasn't like Cedric particularly cared about the subject. He had made it relatively clear that she was forgiven. She still felt like an asshole about it, but whatever. Cedric paused after her inquiry. "Well, I'd like it as soon as possible. I, er, need it quickly. There's been... she... never mind."Gah, she still felt like he was hiding something! His aura remained at ease, although his apparently coy tone suggested otherwise. ...Unless, of course, it was the other woman he had mentioned many times before. No! She doesn't exist! He's hiding something!... Er, no! Of course he wasn't! Why would he do that? What could he possibly gain from that? She was just being dumb, yet again. But what if he is! I mean, none of this stuff actually makes sense! Maybe to him, but not to me. Of course, the only reason it makes no sense to her is because she was being stupid!No! Ugh, I'm sure we can remember if we try. Everything for Ade was almost completely clear, save the moment she started drinking. The alcohol had obviously rendered her memory: that much was clear. Still, usually the woman was able to recollect slight fragments of a happening preceding a hangover. For her it was just... Black! They physically shut down a number of egotistical idiots - crystal clear, that would be difficult to forget. They went to dinner - less clear, but clear enough. She drank. And drank. Drank some more. Pregnant? Face touching. Then.... Then there was.... ... ... Wait."Either way, I'm probably the busier of us two, so where can I usually find you? If I've got a spare moment I'll swing by and see if you're not open to working on it."Wait.
Wait.
Waitwaitwaitwaitwait stop.That wasn't... They didn't... She made that up. But why did it feel so real? It didn't because it never happened! It... Nothing... That wasn't... Is that what he was fucking hiding! A swarm of confusion infiltrated her mind, her thought process stripped, skinned, and burned at the stake. Flecks of anger speckled her being, countered with a deep sense of utter embarrassment. Did I really fucking... A profound shade of scarlet filtered through her cheeks, the color of her face befalling to a new, burning supreme. Stop blushing you idiot! Stop! Are you even breathing you dumbass? He probably thinks you're choking! A sharp intake of breath soon followed, sloppily overlayed with a makeshift sigh. "Oh." It was all she could muster for a response to his previous statement. Ade had, in no way, understood what Cedric had asked her beforehand. Her brain was so swollen with the newfound information that she had failed to acknowledge any of the words that fell from his lovely, lush lips. FUCKING STOP. She was quite ready hurl herself off the Drakonborg. Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Notes: I AM SO SO SORRY THIS IS JUST AWFUL FIRST OF ALL ID LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE TERRIBLE TRANSITION OF EVERYTHING AND THE JUST RANDOMA SS CHANGE OF TONE IM SO SORRY Table made by Opal.
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Calder Raoul
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"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 14, 2014 18:18:32 GMT
Calder was not oblivious to the shock on Freya's face as he told of childhood, and raising within an orphanage. He could guess what her thoughts would immediately lead to: His parents, or more appropriately put, his lack of them. He was quick to offer a kind smile to let her know that it was no harm in her thoughts as he spoke the answer to her unspoken question.
"I did know my parents. I was raised in a small farming village on the surface until I was five, when my village was laid to waste by a large pack of Kanpul. I only have fleeting memories of that life..." Calder took a deep breath, looking a bit pained at having admitted all of this, but quickly moved to close the drawer he had opened. "But it is behind me, and the memories of whatever that life was will fade." A spark of pain flashed behind his eyes, but he was otherwise maintaining a Calder-Face, which was ten times stronger than your average poker face.
"Oh, my childhood wasn't very special. I mean, I wasn't an orphan, but I always had a liking for magic. My parents thought it was pretty cute. I don't think they expected me to show any interest in the Drakonrhedi, although they supported me nonetheless." She paused. "They still worry about me. I'm not sure that they fully understand what the duties of a Vetr entail, but I'm quite content with them believing that I rarely see any action." ))
Calder chuckled at this, looking genuinely amused. "Please do not tell me that you-" He nodded his head in her direction, "-a behemoth slaying, thrill seeking, kill stealing Drakonrheidi are believed to be as docile as a flower by your parents."
He grinned wolfishly, his tone taking on a seriously flirtacious tone. "Because if they do believe such lies, than they are missing out on quite the woman."
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