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[Viciously Idiotic Person]

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One way or another, last night humans from Earth have fallen asleep. When they wake up, they will find themselves in another world, in a bed of a stranger. They have a bit of a migraine and stomach ache, from travelling not only time but dimensions. I'd say those are some mild effects for them to experience after the journey they've made.

Last night, Avierat's officials gathered to discuss the issue of potential war with Minhires. After their seer's prophecy, Avierat has held itself back from launching a counter attack in awaiting for these 'saviors', although they've been gathering their men and asking for reinforcements from neighboring kingdoms, if the 'chosen ones', are not gonna show up in time for the war. Little did they know, that they could be closer than they thought. After going to bed and waking in the morning, they find a human body laying beside them. A human of all things. They have no way of knowing it's the people the prophet had spoken of.

How they chose to deal with the trespassers is up to you.

[-Sweetest Serenade-]

↳｡✶⋆The life of a clown wasn't all it was cut out to be. Clowns were supposed to be cheerful, funny creatures. Instead, outside of the popular Cirque Du Soleil acts, they were just another laughing stock. Working festivals, small parties, or even restaurants where they could walk around and make balloon animals. Those who scared people in fright houses were simply actors, soiling the true art of a clown. There was a passion one needed to have to be able to keep children smiling and avoid looking like they would eat the children. It was hard work trying to put a smile on someone's face this way, but it kept alive that last bit of passion one clown had for performing.

The clown stared at the heavy makeup in the mirror; her eyes lifeless and exhausted. The pale makeup and glossy red cheeks that were shaped into cheeky hearts and dark eye makeup that made her lashes far longer than ones should be remained perfectly plastered to her face. Her blue wig was slightly messy, and her dress was merely stained with some soda a kid had dropped on her, far better than the usual eggs of edge lord middle schoolers whose only job was to avoid doing their homework and claiming that as "fighting the power." Siri adored kids before working as a clown, and while she still has a soft spot for really young kids, she didn't want anything to do with middle schoolers or high schoolers for the time being.

Not feeling the need to take off her makeup or attire just yet, she trailed to her room. Her eyes solemnly glazed the emptiness of it, fixating on the poster of Dralion that was hung foolishly on the wall. She wanted to rip it down like all the others, but the nostalgia held her back. It brought back bittersweet memories of all the dance classes and performances, but was also a reminder of everything she couldn't do now. Her eyes then traced back to her book shelf which used to act more like a display case for her collection. The only remnants of the cluttered shelf was a few masques from shows she had performed in or attended as a child. There was one small trophy with the name "Siri" engraved on its platform and a ballerina at the top, and next to it was a picture of her as a nine years ago with her puppy, Verakai. The rest was beginning to fill with books from her studies of English literature in preparation of becoming a future teacher. But who was she to full? Siri wasn't cut out to be an English teacher. She could hardly motivate herself to get out of bed in the morning, and while she could occasionally motivate her friends when she decided to spend time with them, she knew she lost most of that skill. The only thing waking her up was knowing her old dog Verakai needed her daily dose of attention. Even though it was a barky little thing that was spooked by her own shadow and was especially frightened of Siri's costumes, she loved that dog more than anything.

Her eyes went back to the lone poster, decision plagued her the longer she lingered. Then with a sudden burst of bitter eagerness, the poster was ripped from the wall. The corners which had it pinned down tore off and it crumpled in her grip. Rolling up the poster, she was going to toss it into the small bin beside her bed, but she couldn't let go. Instead, regret seeped in. She laid herself onto her bed, hugging the poster to her chest as tightly as possible. 'I wish something would change.' She thought back to the tree that she and her friends had made wishes of love on; a reminder of how foolish it was to make a wish. They never came true. Yet she found herself once again making a wish to the tree stating to herself it was to mock its power, but there was some hope, 'Oh, mighty tree of love, if you can't find love for me in this world, then find me in another.' Siri toyed with the thought of another world, one like the fantasy Cirque provided. An adventure, something away from all these reminders, was what she needed. But she didn't have the funds to get out of the quaint, little town. The idea of traveling again brought a smile to her face, Clinging to her poster, she accidentally drifted to sleep with the idea of leaving home.

The sound of something breathing made Siri jolt up. Shivers rushed down her spine as frantic eyes glazed over the room. Everything was different, even the air felt lighter. Her head pulsed and her stomach churned, her heart tried to bounce out of her chest. Then she heard the breathing again, it wasn't necessarily a snore but a heavy sigh. She turned her head towards a mountain of blankets. With the low lighting she could hardly make out what was underneath it. A person? A bead? She couldn't resist the urge to poke the breathing beast. There was no reaction from it, so she carefully got on her knees and tried to lean over it to catch a glimpse of its face, if it had one. Her body ached as it tried to lean across the mountain of blankets, her limp leg in particular throbbed with a sharp pain. As she almost caught a glimpse of it, it decided to move. It's sheer bulk sent the stiff girl face planting into the creature.

Now it really began to move and Siri knew she needed to escape. Her eyes locked to the nearest door and she scurried herself over to it, the pain from before was practically none existent due to the adrenaline rushing through her veins. Stepping past the door, she realized she made a grave mistake. Whatever kind of dream this was, she didn't want to be in it. She crashed about the walls of the new cage, weird textures rubbing against her skin and falling on top of her, constantly shaking off the foreign leeches and stomping on them with her bare feet like they were bugs. A glass breaking shriek forced out of her lungs as a heavy and scratchy object fell onto her. She froze, the panic of banging wall to wall and stomping had stopped as she accepting her fate to the monster that had decided to take her victim. You were supposed to wake up once you died in a dream, so she waited for the monster to consume her. As much as she wanted to believe none of this was happening, everything felt far too real.

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When Kai first woke up and realized that he was being restrained from moving freely, he thought to himself that it must be one of Rylen’s shenanigans, and a small sense of despair settled over him that the woman had figured out where his room was. However, once he registered the sensation of a hand wrapped around “him” he immediately decided that it was almost certainly not Rylen, but instead someone else.

He somewhat hesitantly turned his head to examine the grabber. It was an unfamiliar woman with tousled gray hair who was so comfortable in her sleeping position that a steady trail of saliva was running down her cheek and onto his pillow. From what he could see she was clad in some kind of large blouse and underwear. The young woman was clinging to him by wrapping her leg around him and also by way of this inappropriate groping; he waited for some indication from her of what this was about, but she remained sleeping peacefully (or perhaps just pretending to).

Besides the bad touching, he felt a distinct discomfort at the idea of this random stranger hanging around in his room while he was sleeping. He remembered that before he’d gone to sleep he had been reading through some information the kingdom had just collected about Minhires that regular people shouldn’t see, but he’d tucked it away into his nightstand before going to sleep, thankfully. Very briefly, he considered just disposing of this woman and dumping her body in a distant river to prevent anything from being spread unnecessarily, but he dismissed it as unnecessary after glancing at his undisturbed end table. She was probably not here for that, as she could have just left before he woke up and she also seemed to be preoccupied with other things, like his body parts. He made a mental note to check all of his belongings later on after she had departed.

Kai figured she must be some streetwalker who had gotten into his room somehow. There were some kingdoms that liked to circulate prostitutes through their castles on special occasions, but as far as he knew that wasn’t the custom here, nor was it any special occasion. Then again, he hadn’t been working here that long so he couldn’t say for sure; he’d have to ask Talim about it later.

Either way, he briefly considered trying to pull the girl’s hand off of him, but thought better of it considering the firmness of her grip and the possibility that she could wake up startled and end up hurting him (he winced). Using the hand that wasn’t sandwiched between his side and her gently heaving chest, he patted her cheek softly to rouse her while trying to mask the uncomfortable exasperation that he could feel beginning to creep into his features. This was the wrong way to wake up.

>>send help im dying

[Etherean]

♞__________ ʟ ʏʀᴀ ᴍ ᴇʟɪssᴀɴᴅᴇ : : тнᴇ нɪɢн ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ _________♞

: : wɪтн A strange human in bed.
: : ʟocᴀтɪoɴ My chambers.
: : тнoᴜɢнтs Too many to list.
: : ᴏ.ᴏ.ᴄ....

"ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʀᴜᴛн. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛɪcᴇ...

It had been a long night for Lyra, the High-Judge of Avierat. Thoughts tumbled through her mind, keeping her up well past the time she usually fell asleep. Her chambers, kept neat and organized by herself – servants dusted and kept things tidy, but she did not let them touch too much – were in slight disarray. Things were scattered about, the curtains were drawn and shut tightly, which was odd for her. She generally liked to keep the curtains open, to let in the moonlight in the evening and the sunlight during the day. But when she got in her moods, when she needed to think, Lyra tended to shut herself in her room and allow no one to enter.

That had become her habit soon after breaking things off with Talim. The two of them just were not meant to be together – they had not been good for each other. That was something she kept telling herself. If it were not true, if he had truly loved her, why had she found him with some other woman? Closing her eyes tightly, she pinched the bridge of her nose, forcing away those thoughts. It would not do to dwell on the past. She was to look to the future, as she was Justice. She was Truth. Personal past events held little sway in her domain. It was the past of others she must look at.

Though now, she was more focused toward the future. Turmoil between Avierat and Minhires was mounting. It was getting harder and harder to deal with the menial tasks assigned to her, when she wanted to focus more on a grand scale. These were the thoughts that plagued her as she drifted off into a fitful sleep. Dark dreams surrounded her, suffocated her, but she could not escape them. Lyra instead rode the wave of darkness, hoping to glean some sort of prophetic knowledge from its depths.

All she found, however, was an annoying brightness behind her eyelids. It felt like she had gotten no sleep, which was probably pretty accurate, considering she had drifted off when the candle she had used for light was a mere stub. But she had sworn she had closed her curtains and made note that she was not to be disturbed. She cracked open her eyes and, sure enough, there was a small sliver of sunlight leaking in through a part in the curtains. She must not have closed them properly during her delirious pacing the night before.

Grumbling, hair in mild disarray, the red-head sat up in bed and yawned, stretching her arms into the air. She knew she should get up, dress and go about her morning duties. The maids were probably anxious to pick up her room, thinking it odd that she would go so long without having them do just that. Lyra scratched the back of her head, pulling her knees up to her chest. Just once, she wished she could just…but no, that was not possible, and she knew it.

She wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her cheeks on her knees, eyes closed. For a few moments, she remained like that, silent. Until she realized something odd. There was a…presence in her room. She heard the even breathing of another being and blinked her eyes open. That was when she finally noticed the mound next to her, the blankets rising and falling with the evenness of breath. At first, her heart jumped into her throat and wild thoughts ran through her mind.

It could not possibly be Talim, and yet that was the first thing that jumped into her mind. She almost reached out and touched the sleeping mound, but thought better of it when it shifted. The color of the hair was all wrong – and, in fact, the very shape of the person was not right. Her gaze drifted across it, and though the height of the creature seemed to be right, the build was different than Talim. She had woken up next to the Prince often enough to be able to tell what he looked like when he was sleeping, and whomever this was in her bed was not him.

Which begged the question: who was this person? Lyra could have called out for the servants or the guards she was sure were stationed outside her chambers somewhere, but she remained silent, regarding the creature. The High Judge was not one to allow people into her room, not since she had stopped seeing Talim. She had not been intoxicated last night so she would not have made the mistake of letting some servant into her bed. In fact, she was sure she had been alone when she finally managed to fall asleep.

So then, who? Lyra ran her fingers through her hair before reaching out and poking the creature’s head. It was solid. By the shape of it beneath the covers and the bit of face she could see peeking out beneath burgundy hair, it appeared to be male. Odd. Carefully, she brushed some hair from in front of its face, agreeing with her guess. Definitely male. And not only that, but clearly he was human. She took her hand back, thoughtful.

Human. Human? In her bed. Lyra wrapped her arms back around her knees and continued to stare at the sleeping human male, curious, slightly alarmed, but more thoughtful than anything else.

...wɪᴛнoᴜт ᴇɪᴛнᴇʀ, cнᴀos ʀᴇɪɢɴs."

Lady Lagomorph]&

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[Cataclypsa]

A soft click. The sound of a door opening. A tired yawn.

Warm eyes scanned the dark house as Marquise walked into his house. Soft snoring alerted to to his father, who had fallen asleep once more in his plush recliner. His mother had done much the same, except she had been absent mindlessly petting Banana Foster, who seemed more than content about being let up on the couch. "Little Rascal you." he noted as he put down his briefcase and walked over easily, picking up the large reptile and placing him around his shoulders. Banana Foster, ever the curious python, then chose to climb Marquise's head as Marquise leaned down. "Mom...?" he whispered softly as similar warm eyes looked back at him.

"Marquise, oh you're home. I've been so worried where have you--."

"Late at the office again finishing a case or seven. Expect a check in the mail... rather- two. We can finally finish paying off your treatments. We won the cases; both of them. We might get more settlements tomorrow." Warm brown eyes looked back at him in concern and guilt, but Marquise had his easy smile and relaxed demeanor. "I'm headed up to bed though. Look, this time I'm getting more than three hours." he noted, chuckling as he gave his mother a kiss on the head, said that he loved her, and gave a pat on his father's shoulder before leaving. At least for once, maybe he could sleep easy, and he noted this so as he walked to go and put Banana Foster back in his glass cage. Taking a whiff, his face scrunched up. "Alright buddy. Tonight, you have mercy. Tomorrow? It's bath time. You're lucky I ran out of time today doing other things" he noted to Banana as he gently placed him down. Beady eyes just gazed back at him before a tongue slithered out. "And no, you can't hide." he finally finished off before placing the lid down.

Grabbing his briefcase, he ascended the stairs to his room. Marquise had never moved out. Granted, when the others asked, the response was to save up money for an actual house. In actuality? His mother had been sick, and he knew that they both couldn't afford treatments. So, against what his mother wanted, he instead took on her debt. However, tonight he figured he would read his next case while laying on his bed. Marquise was absolutely wired, his mind going from one thing to the next as he laid down. However, pulling out his Iphone, he took a look at the time. Time. He seemed run out of it almost every day.

Loosening his tie, his hands brushed on the little tree necklace around his neck. In those moments, his mind stopped before being filled with other memories. Of the tree that he seeked out, because he was eager and ready to have a family of his own. Instead of facts for his next case filling his mind, he instead had memories of his realization that no, there wasn't a person for him, and no, there wasn't a mate for any of his friends. His friends;Happy Memories filled his mind, as well as the incessant worry he always held for all of them, and never for himself. There had to be a plan, a reason, a solution for what happened. Maybe that's what he could do. Maybe he could scour what texts he had to see if there was something they had missed. Marquise could only think, as his eyes closed, of a little saying he remembered. Oh mighty tree of love, if you can't find love for me in this world, then find it in another. he noted. Chuckling, his eyes closed at the thought of the silly saying, and he soon drifted quickly into a troubled sleep.

Marquise's mind was plagued with wierd sensations and vivid sounds and images. The tree, the sound of a clock ticking, a passionate argument between two voices that he had practically burned to his memory, but no sign of who or where; a queasy feeling in his stomach; the drop felt by a rollercoaster... there was so much happening that he hadn't even woken up. At least, not until something told him to wake up. Rays of light assaulted his eyes, which he shut once more as he realized that there was somebody in the bed. But of course, instead of being alarmed, he just chuckled quietly. "Muta... I shouldn't even be shocked anymore." he said tiredly to the woman next to himand chuckled as he was slowly drifting back to sleep. He mistook the woman to be Muta, who everybody, especially Marquise, knew to invade personal space. "Your parkour skills are getting better though. At least... if you can reach my bedroom window." he half slurred out. However, this was not Muta. And this was not his bed, or his house, or even his world anymore.



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Who: Rylen
Where: Rylen's bedroom
Thoughts: Goodness she's extra snuggly today
OOC: First post hype!! Let me know if I need to edit.

[Genria Fire]

Rylen's common sense had long since abandoned ship, if it had ever been there in the first place. It left her mother with a vague sense of despair and her father demanding recounts of her feats at the dinner table. Tonight definitely wasn't the craziest thing she had ever done, but it wasn't very smart either. She had chosen to get boisterously drunk among the common rabble in town and had joined at least one bar fight. Her jaw felt like it would be a glorious shade of some color tomorrow. However she was rather proud of it, since she could say the other guy looked a lot worse. Maybe, had it been a woman instead? Who knows but she counted herself the winner of that fight, thus the other guy had to look worse.

This feeling of victory convinced her that she could fly home for the night. Rylen's clothes were left in an untidy pile somewhere in town, and near that same pile was claw marks where she had dragged herself up a building. Well claw marks and scrapes where her back hooves flailed uselessly against the siding. Once on the roof she launched herself in the air and careened drunkenly home, high enough in the sky that she really only bothered other fliers. At least she crashed down in one of the castle's courtyards and became the servant's problem. She shifted and yelled loudly for pants, all at some god forsaken hour in the morning. A very naked Rylen stumbled towards one of the doors and gave one of the guards a stinging slap on the a**. A snicker escaped her before she continued on the way to her room, or at least into the castle. Eventually someone managed to actually guide her towards her room and give her a bundle of clothing. The woman stopped long enough to drag the pants, just the pants, out and shove them on. As for the rest of the clothes, well the servant found himself with a new shirt. There was some statue that now sported a pair of underwear, the bra draped across it's arm and the panties on it's head. By time Rylen made it to her bed she was more than happy to crash, not even bothering to peel out of the only piece of clothing she sported.

The first thing Rylen noted, besides the headache she would have loved to sleep through, was someone else in her bed. The muttered name meant nothing to her, however her companion seemed to think it was his own bed. For a moment the woman simply stared at her companion. She was sure she hadn't invited anyone to her bed and, after a glance around, she could indeed confirm that this was her room. That meant the guy has sneaked in. Another minute was dedicated to examining her bed companion as she wracked her brain. Nothing about him seemed familiar. Really, she was pretty sure she would remember such dark skin. And the dreadlocks, those were pretty cool. Unfortunately for him she couldn't lay by and let him get away with it. So after a sip of water she enacted her plan.

With a screech that did her bird like other self proud she kicked the guy out of bed. "Get the hell out of my bed!" Acrobatics, that should have made her nauseous in her hung over state, brought her down on top of the strange man none too gently. A hiss escaped her as she wiggled her way into a better position, knees pressed under his armpits to make it harder for him to shove her off. Rylen swiped a pillow off the bed and shoved it onto the man's face, pressing down onto it to get the maximum smothering potential. "Who are you! How did you get in my room, how dare you! I didn't invite you, get the hell out!" Her voice climbed from a hiss to another screech. After a moment of his flailing she realized he couldn't really answer any of her questions with a pillow shoved in his face.

Rylen pulled the pillow back off and leaned close. "Start answering my questions or I'll kill you. The servants will dispose of your corpse and no one will even care that you were here." Which wasn't strictly true, she was sure someone would ask questions. But she was sure she was justified in killing him right?




with Marquise tab where Her room
tab tab ooc Yes, she is doing all this while shirtless. Don't ask
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[Lady Lagomorph]

└───── Matt/Maddy | The Hot-Head ☠ ─────┐

tab tab With a grumble, Maddox checked the alarm on his phone and sat on the creaking springs of his mattress. Ugh. This late already? He slipped the phone onto his bedside table and flopped backwards. Despite his weary state, sleeping was one of the last things he felt like doing.

tab tab The quiet of his small town didn't always drive him crazy. He could usually hold off the need for company or entertainment until the weekend, or at least until a friend had free time to kill with him. Tonight, though, the silence felt like a heavy weight on his eardrums. This week had been nothing but his dead apartment and work: rinse and repeat. More than usual, it was grinding like a millstone on his nerves, only heightened by a lecture he'd received today from his downstairs neighbor. Apparently Maddox wasn't supposed to walk to the bathroom after ten PM, or turn on music to sleep. He didn't remember what he'd said in response. “******** off,” might have been part of it. If he didn't have work tomorrow, he'd just blast his music tonight and stomp around until the man beneath him screamed, or called the cops. But he had been given the inglorious task of morning duty: getting lights on and everything set up in the repair shop before customers popped in with their cars. He had to be there by seven for that, and his dad was in a worse mood than usual this week. Showing up late or calling off would set off a storm of legendary proportions.

tab tab “Maybe I'll just get my a** to sleep instead."

tab tab He fumbled for his phone again to tap on his music mix, scowled at the floor, and turned the volume a hair louder than normal. His thoughts wandered as he waited cross-armed for rest to find him. Even when the work week finally ended, what was there to do? Most of his friends had bailed. One was going on some mini vacation with his girlfriend. Another was visiting in-laws with his wife. Several of the others were going out, but with their own girlfriends, fiancees, or whatever. He didn't feel like being the only solo one in the party. It seemed everyone was pairing off like a cheesy rom-com, while he did little more in his love live than hanging out at the bar, hoping to get some girl's attention. Maybe he should get one of those dating apps and try to actually meet new people. Come to think of it, the only single people he knew were the ones who weren't supposed to be, not according to town legend. Ohhh, Great. He'd pick now of all times to think of that old childhood wish to the tree. It soured his mood more. He'd been stupider than usual to add his name on that oak and actually hope it would work. Oh mighty tree of love, if you can't find love for me in this world, then find it in another. He huffed. “Yeah, right.” It was just a collective lie, of course, like Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. It had to be. The moment one of them in the group got hitched, they'd probably be clued into the trick like every other couple in town. If the tree had any power at all, it would've matched up at least a couple of them years ago. So much for fantasy thoughts like true love. At least it made a good reality check in the end. He rolled over and finally drifted off.

tab tab Maddox awoke after a restless sleep, buried under the covers. A groggy, ill sensation settled on him. A pressure headache throbbed in his forehead. At one point, the pain even felt like someone poking him. Wriggling a little to stretch, his gut twisted, and he winced. Was he coming down with a flu? He didn't need that; he had work. Work. Work! Sunlight filtered on the exposed parts of his eyelids. His alarm was supposed to go off at five-thirty. What time was it?! One hand escaped from the covers, aiming instinctively for his phone.

tab tab Something interrupted his palm mid-reach. It was definitely not his bedside table: too soft. A pillow? No, if he'd shoved a pillow over, it would've ended up on the floor...and why did it feel like it was moving? Bleary eyes cracked open. His phone-seeking hand had landed somewhere on a woman's ribcage, just under her bust. After an initial jump of shock, he yanked his hand back and rubbed the sleep from his face. “Muta? Jeez, you really need to text me when you're going to pop over like this. At least overnight. Can you hand me my phone?” He glanced up. The eyes staring back at him were not Muta's.

tab tab “Holy s**t!” Maddox shoved himself defensively away. Too far. Half the bedsheets followed as he tumbled over the side of the mattress, landing with a grunt on his shoulder. He detangled his legs with two strong kicks and stood, muscles tensed, in his boxers and undershirt. Springing to his feet sent a lurch down his stomach, and he repressed the urge to get sick. “Who the—what the hell are you doing here?!” His bare feet picked up that they were planted on a firm, cold floor, not his own beige carpet. He took a couple seconds to catch his breath, eyes darting around. This place looked gigantic. “This, this isn't my room. This isn't even my apartment. Where am I?! Did we--?” He squinted at the stranger. Was this another bar hookup of his? No. Couldn't be. She was pretty, probably more so than most girls in the land of beer goggles, but he stayed home last night. That was the whole reason for his mood before bed. No matter how blackout drunk he'd ever been, it'd never been bad enough to forget going out at all. “Okay, who put you up to this? The guys at the shop? They think this is funny? You've got thirty seconds to get me a phone and tell me why the hell I'm here.” What he'd do after those thirty seconds, he hadn't thought about yet.

tab tab Christ, what if he'd been drugged? It would explain that feeling in his stomach. Why would anyone even think it'd be a good idea to roofie him, though, let alone plunk him in some stranger's bed? This was some crazy fraternity hazing level crap.

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tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Current Mood: Freaked out, with time travel jet-lag
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Location: In a strange woman's (Lyra's) bedroom
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Talking to: Unknown woman (Lyra)
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Etherean

[Smoochiii]

⇲where: His Bed ⇲with: Elenya ⇲feeling: Quite perturbed ⇲wearing: dark circles under the eyes and a pair of loose, white pants

As Talim walked back to his bedroom, after yet another lengthy meeting about the future of his kingdom, the young prince's mind was buzzing with information, worries, and scenarios. It was nothing new that Avierat was under attack from Minhires, but the rival country's advances were worsening. Yet another assassination attempt on the Royal Family had been thwarted just a few nights prior, but they hadn't been so lucky protecting some of their trade ships. Even if the vessels were heavily guarded the enemy always seemed to have the upper hand for some reason and it infuriated him.

'If only father would allow me to travel on one of the ships to see exactly what's happening...'

Yeah right. Ever since his kidnapping “situation” many years ago his parents had been extra cautious about where their future heir could and could not go/do/see, etc. Of course there were ways around most of their strict supervisions, but disappearing for weeks at a time to sail the ocean...that was a little harder than simply sneaking out at night to train without anyone around.

Circling the corner to enter his bedroom, he cast a weary look over his shoulder to glance down the silent hallway rooming three of his four closest companions. He contemplated poking his head into Rylen's room to see if she wasn't too tired to train with him in the morning, but it was well past the time for anyone to be awake. His own bedtime had been roughly three hours ago and he knew his normal routine in the morning was going to be severely altered. Skipping training wasn't an option, but sleeping in an extra hour wouldn't hurt as long as he convinced himself it was to make sure he was in optimal shape.

Ripping off his tunic and other odd trinkets that decorated his torso and arms, Talim tossed them all in random directions of his room for some servant to come and clean up later while making a beeline for his massive bed. He left his pillowy pants on – too tired to remove them – and threw himself face down onto the soft mattress. Sluggishly raising a long arm to undo the leather material that bound part of his shoulder length hair up, he sighed as a curtain of clementine fell around his already obscured face. The last thought he allowed to permeate his conscious was of the “saviors” the prophet had mentioned previously. Supposedly these beings were the key to winning this war, but when would they actually show themselves? Minhires wasn't going to politely wait for their arrival before their next attack and Talim's drive to protect his kingdom wasn't going to sit back and wait patiently either. Prophecies or not, the next move needed to be made now.

“I will protect you Senos...” he murmured before drifting off into a sound slumber."

The next five hours brought the morning light, and with it, a very groggy prince. Despite only intending to sleep in one extra hour he had slept for three and was only awakened by the rays of orange and yellow light creeping through the sheer curtains surrounding his four poster bed frame. Unintelligible noises escaped his mouth and into the pillow still laying directly beneath him as he stirred. He hadn't bothered covering up with his sheets at any point of the night, but they still rustled beneath him as he shifted; stretching his lean limbs as he rolled over onto his back. A pair of sea-foam green orbs stared up at the soft colors that made up his lofty bedroom ceiling and memories of his thoughts from the meeting flooded his brain once again. Not ready to deal with politics again so soon, the male closed his eyes and tried to find his center of peace before pulling himself out of bed to begin his day. Just as his worries and stress were on the brink of being washed away, the subtle sounds of someone breathing interrupted him and brought him back to reality. The sound was much, much closer than he was comfortable with and the servants knew better than to come into his room while he was occupying it. Aside from a very select few who were allowed to come and go as they please, Talim kept his bedroom off limits whenever he was in it; preferring it to be his one and only private haven.

Hoping it was perhaps Rylen being her usual, mischievous self, Talim slowly turned his head to face what should have been the empty left side of his bed. What greeted him instead was a feminine face, but feminine and Rylen didn't belong in the same sentence and his heart didn't ache as it always seemed to do whenever Lyra was around. No, this was a woman he had never seen before in his life. His brain was already running multiple scenarios for why a mysterious woman was sleeping beside him and as he whittled it down to three, most realistic possibilities he found his hand sliding across the short distance between them to finger the strange, white garment covering her slender form. The brunette was pretty enough to convince him that he was sleeping next to a princess and that perhaps his parents had arranged his marriage overnight, but her smell was...off. It was definitely earthy, albeit spicy, but it lacked the empowered scent all magical beings in the realm possessed. So either she was a diluted cousin of Kai's and a poor excuse for a Basilisk or human. Continuing to run his finger over the garment and towards the woman's uncovered thigh, he ruled out possible marriage partner. There was absolutely no way the King and Queen would taint their line by allowing a human to marry into the family. That left either the possibility of one of his friends' “guests” who had wandered and gotten lost in the night or a servant who had taken it upon herself to take a break in his bed instead of doing her job. Settling for the latter since, other than Rylen, none of his council were the promiscuous type Talim's fingers paused on the girl's fair skin, drumming gently against the tender flesh just above the back of her knee. When she didn't stir, the prince rolled over and positioned himself so that he his bare torso was hovering partially over her head.

“Hey. Heeeeeeeey miss sleepy head.” he sang softly, surprised that he was hesitant to wake the sleeping woman by speaking any louder than a whisper. Was he afraid? Possibly. There had never been another woman in his bed other than Lyra and while he held no lustful thoughts or intentions, he wasn't at all keen to wake her up roughly and create a scene that would bring...unwanted attention. The gentle approach didn't seem to be working, however, and he couldn't just leave her there to wake up and think that this entire “break in the prince's bed” thing was at all acceptable. Breaks in general were earned, not given, and based on the clothing that still littered his room from the night before, this one hadn't done anything to earn her current position. Leaning closer over the human, the prince began to blow quick and short bursts of air aimed at the girl's face.

“Hey....whooof...whoof...wake up! We've both got...whoof...things we need...whooof...to do today!”

Not to mention she needed to listen to his lecture on the consequences of slacking at one's job; especially in front of the prince of all people. Not keen on delving out punishment, Talim wasn't angry by any means by her presence as much as he was just confused and annoyed. Even more so that his tactics weren't having any effect on her. Fed up with the gentle approach, the prince decided perhaps a more...direct route would work. The fingers that were still resting on her bare skin switched direction and trailed their way back up her bare thigh, easily snaking their way under whatever strange, thin dress.

“If you don't wake up, I'm going to take it as an invitation to do as I like.”

His voice was louder this time and firm; devoid of playfulness. By no means did he have any intention of doing such a thing, but as his fingers slipped themselves under the lacy material of her underwear covering her hip bone she had no idea of knowing that.




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Divinaaa -

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Etherean

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Phaelynn

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[Phaelynn]

♛ ❛ O1. ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ⋮xHer bedroom - or so she thinks.xx♛ ❛ O2. ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏɪɴɢ⋮xA guy who will soon be dead.xx♛ ❛ O3. ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs⋮xPissed. Victorious. Gleeful.

Being the Princess of the entire Universe was a tiring job. At least, Elenya Silverman assumed it was. She wasn’t quite there – yet. Someday, however, she would be sitting on her throne, looking out amongst her subjects, each one more eager than the last to please her. Yes. World domination was high on her list of priorities, but unfortunately, as she was finding out, even with the Silverman name, it was going to take a lot longer than she had originally thought. Being four years old and getting everything you wanted, having people waiting on you hand and foot did things to the mind of a child. Ellie was proof of that, as she was now in her twenties and she still believed that people she do what she said.

Somehow, even with this rotten personality of hers, she managed to have friends. Perhaps that proved that there was still hope for humanity, though Ellie greatly doubted it. Humans were greedy, lustful and tiresome creatures. She knew, because she was one of them, and she had all those greedy, lustful, tiresome thoughts. While her friends were off doing things with their lives – most of them, anyway – Ellie contemplated her plans for the future. What she wanted was something she would never, never admit: a husband and a family, a child she could spoil just as much as she herself had been spoiled. Right after world domination, of course. She planned to be on her throne before the age of the thirty, though the prospects for a husband were looking dim.

Even when they had visited the supposed all powerful tree, the tree which was said to find the soul mates of those who inscribed their names on its bark or hung their name from a branch…even after she put all of her heart and soul into that, the tree let her down. Ellie made it seem like nothing. After all, it was only a tree, but deep down, she had been greatly distressed by it. Ruling the entire universe was going to rather troublesome by herself, after all. As she laid in bed that night, the maid just having left, she stared up at the ceiling high above her head. The four-poster bed she occupied was larger than it had any right to be, but it was just right for a queen.

Elenya was silent, fingers drumming across her abdomen as she thought back on the tree. Was it really a hoax? It must’ve been. She should just concentrate on…on other things, instead of love. Love was just a useless feeling anyway, wasn’t it? With a huff, she rolled over onto her side, burrowing beneath the covers as a curtain of brown hair fell in front of her face. She shut her eyes tightly, and in the back of her mind, far enough away that it was a tiny a voice, a voice so frail that her conscious mind could barely hear it, she whispered, Oh, mighty tree of love, if you can't find love for me in this world…then find it in another. And with that last, final, fleeting thought, she drifted off into sleep.

Dreams weren’t something she had very often, but on this night, she was plagued by quite an unusual one. It was like she was falling, but through water. It was hard to breathe and there was nothing to grasp on to, nothing to pull her way to the surface. Stifling, suffocating – she was certain she was going to die. And then darkness wrapped itself around her, and there the dream ended. Ellie shifted, eyes drifting open, blowing some strands of hair from in front of her face as she stared blearily around her room. The sheets felt…different and the shape of the room seemed slightly off, but in her half-awake state, she disregarded it and fell back asleep.

This time, there were no dreams to bother her, and she remained sleeping peacefully. Until, of course, she felt a soft touch on the back of her knee. Thinking it might be one of her mother’s cats – they sometimes like to sneak into her room if a careless maid left the door ajar – she ignored it. The staff of the house knew not to bother her in the mornings. If there was one thing she was not, it was a morning person. Otherwise, she was absolutely perfect. Ellie shifted only slightly when she heard someone trying to wake her. Usually if she remained silent, the servants would get the hint and hit the road.

For a moment, she was sure it had worked, but then the rude man began to blow in her face. Ellie fought against squirming, though she desperately wanted to open her eyes and find out which of the Silverman butlers thought they could treat her in such a way. Then, as if he hadn’t tested his luck enough, she felt what she had assumed to be a cat sitting on her snake its way up her thigh. It became blatantly obvious to her then that it was not a cat, but fingers, and the moment she heard the man’s words, the moment his fingers slipped beneath her underwear, her eyes shot open.

Ellie’s hand darted out, wrapping around the man’s wrist. Without pausing, she yanked him toward her, rolling as she did so. Following her momentum, she forced him to roll over her before roughly pushing him off the edge of the bed. In seconds, she had landed atop him, straddling his waist in a mess of hair, negligee and covers, yet in all of that, she had not let go of his wrist – and had even managed to snag the other with her free hand. Ellie brought one knee up against his chest – which, she noticed idly, was bare – and leaned her weight against it as she slammed his arms above his head.

Her long brown hair made a curtain around them as she stared down at him, chest heaving from both her adrenaline rush at having successfully pinned someone using the techniques she had learned in her class just the previous week (classes, of course, which she had kept a secret from her friends: after all, what perfect princess needed to know self-defense when she should have bodyguards to take her injuries for her?), and from anger. The nerve of this…this half-dressed peon! To think that he could come into her bedroom, get in her bed and…and, what? Try to sleep with her?

Ellie actually let out a slightly feral growl at the thought, her grip tightening on his wrists, her knee pressing more firmly against his chest. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you’ve just made a big mistake – when my father learns that you were trying to sully his baby girl...well, it’ll be more than your job you lose. Whoever sent you to try and rape me, kidnap me or murder me will be doubly surprised when I send them back your corpse.” For a princess, she certainly didn’t mince words, and had never had to. When she wanted something, there was no use beating around the bush, was there? “So before I scream – tell me. Who sent you?”

[Etherean]

♞__________ ʟ ʏʀᴀ ᴍ ᴇʟɪssᴀɴᴅᴇ : : тнᴇ нɪɢн ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ _________♞

: : wɪтн The same strange human.
: : ʟocᴀтɪoɴ Still in my chambers.
: : тнoᴜɢнтs How disappointing.
: : ᴏ.ᴏ.ᴄ.I was not exactly sure what do to at this point - let me know if edits are needed.

"ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʀᴜᴛн. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛɪcᴇ...

Lyra could not stop herself from jumping slightly, legs flattening on the bed when the man suddenly moved. His hand darted out from beneath the covers and found its way to a rather precious position beneath her breasts. While she was not unaccustomed to the touch of a man, it had been so long since Talim had touched her (his caresses were certainly one of the things she missed about him; she had been so certain she could feel his love through his touch), that she found her cheeks burning from startled embarrassment. She said nothing, however, and did not even stir as he pulled his hand back, calling her by some unknown name and asking for…something.

Before she could tell him that whatever he was searching for was not here, the human seemed to realize that she was not who he thought. She watched silently as he pushed himself away from her, flailing as he fell from the bed, and wondered idly if this was how all humans awoke in the morning. No, no. There are far more important matters to be concerned with, she thought, berating herself. As the High Judge, she knew she needed to be rational, calm and focus on how to remedy this situation. It was becoming clear, as the human sprang to his feet and began interrogating her, that he had no idea where he was. That should not have come as a surprise to her, and yet she found herself muttering curses under her breath as she pushed her covers aside.

Lyra stood from the bed, nightgown fluttering to the floor as she began to quickly braid her long, fiery red hair. It took her only a few moments and she tied it off on the end with a very worn piece of leather, which she touched fondly, before letting her hands fall to her sides. The braid hung over her shoulder, and the end swayed slightly as she stretched her arms into the air. Her morning ritual had already been ruined, and she knew there was no chance of getting back on schedule any time soon. For the moment, she ignored the man and walked over to her window, pushing the curtains aside to let in the bright warm light of morning.

After staring outside for several moments, she nodded and turned back to the human. Lyra held her head high, shoulders square, hands resting against her stomach, right below her belly button as she took a step toward him. It was the stance she kept as High Judge – a regal stance, but one that still retained deference to her superiors. ”First of all, young human, let me assure you that whatever scenarios are racing through that mind of yours are all false. With the exception that, yes, you are correct. This indeed is not your room.” Lyra wished she could speak to someone, but if she left now, who knew what this man would do. It would be better to not let him out of her sight for now.

”As to where you are, that is a question I can readily answer. We are in the Kingdom of Avierat, in the capital of Sonos. I imagine those names mean little to you, but they will, in time.” More and more, Lyra was coming to the conclusion that this man was one of the Sky People the Prophet had spoken of. But if that were true, she greatly wished to speak to the Prophet. Could he have been wrong? This man seemed…emotional, accusatory and rude. Lyra fought against heaving a sigh. ”I am not sure who you are referring to, but I beg you to trust me when I tell you that they have nothing to do with this. Now – as to why you are here…well, that is a question not so easily answered.” At least, not until she was sure who he was. Right then, though she was almost positive, she did not want to make any assumptions. ”But I can assure you that you are safe and no harm shall come to you. Why do we not start with introductions, hm?” She made sure to give the man a wide berth as she walked to one of her wardrobes and yanked open the door. Several robes stared back at her – her attire for her position – and she pulled one of them out. The material was black, and it was a simple design, meant to be warn over a tunic, but the man seemed oddly dressed and…terribly cold. How could he exist with so much skin showing?

She gave her head a quick shake and turned back to him, finally approaching him with the robe in hand, as if in offering. ”You must be terribly confused, and for that I apologize. Take this – it is not much, but for now, it is all I can offer you. Oh – I did say I would introduce myself, did I not? My name is Lyra Mellisande, and I am the High Judge of this Kingdom. That probably sounds ominous to you, does it not? Well take no fear from it. I am an ally.” At least, she hoped she was – or rather, hoped he was. She held the robe out a little closer to the man. ”May I ask your name?”

That was right. Keep the human calm and comfortable, allow him to acclimate himself to their world…and then find someone who knew what they were supposed to do with these strange creatures from the sky. Who, disappointingly, looked like all of the other humans she had ever met. Disappointing indeed.

...wɪᴛнoᴜт ᴇɪᴛнᴇʀ, cнᴀos ʀᴇɪɢɴs."

Lady Lagomorph

[Teh_N00b_Destroyer]

〈 ♚ 〉❛EMRAKUL▰▰ DAUMANTAS▬
xxxxxxxx ▬The Kingdom's First General
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Time: Morning xxxxxx Place: His Quarters xxxxxx People: Young jester girl?

It was an unusually vivid dream that he had found himself in this night, one where the scene unfolding before him was beyond his belief and understanding. Emrakul was surrounded by his men and many others bearing the banner of their kingdom, while those before him seemed to be their enemies. The numbers of these warriors stretched beyond the horizon, which had become nothing more than a massive blur of moving bodies accompanied by the deafening roar of their battle cries. No matter how hard they fought, there was no way to win against such numbers with such ferocity. Was he imagining the worst case scenario in his mind? Were even his dreams not sacred enough to be a haven from the mounting tension? Before he could contemplate the answer, a bright light shone from above and all the sudden, it appeared that everyone else had vanished. It was just him, and from that light a single spark broke off and approached him. Emrakul was unsure of how to react, and as it neared everything became brighter and brighter until the world before him was completely blocked out. He raised his hands to cover his face and closed his eyes when suddenly, he felt a hard thud against his body.

Opening his eyes out of reflex, Emrakul was back in the relative darkness of his room. A few sparse beams of light provided the bare minimum illumination to allow him to see properly, and as he looked around he saw that the door to his closet was wide open. Even stranger, there was a pile on the floor which was clearly composed of his just recently cleaned clothing. With a groan, the man moved over to the side of his bed and rose to a sitting position when suddenly his side started aching slightly. A weird dream, a room that is now messy when it wasn't last night and now he has sore ribs... what was going on? With a groan the giant finally stumbled onto his feet and opened the curtains to let a bit more light into the room, mostly so he could see exactly what was on the floor so putting it away would be easier. Upon reaching the mound at the floor of his closet though, Emrakul realized it was squirming and moving. He could hear the muffled sound of someone's voice, but was not sure who or what would be rustling around in his clothing. It didn't last long though, as one of his squad performance trophies slid off of a shelf and landed right in the middle of the pile. A loud shriek made his ears ring momentarily, after which all movement and sound stopped. That certainly makes things a bit easier, he would rather not have to pull the person out and question them while they were thrashing about.

Emrakul sighed heavily as he reached in and gripped rather firmly what felt like an arm or a leg and pulled, removing the mess maker from the pile by one of her legs just above the ankle. Looking down at the face of the intruder, it was a young woman who was dressed rather oddly. Oddly as in utterly strange, like a jester or something similar would be. The girl even seemed to have some facial markings as well, nothing that would appear very formal or important looking in any way, it seemed purely decorative. Was all of this nonsense supposed to be funny? Who in the world would barge in here like this and merely make a mess? I can think of one but why wouldn't she do it herself?... Is this supposed to be a prank, like a prank inside of a prank?... prankception?... bah, I haven't the time or the patience for this right now, especially with my ribs still hurting. He thought as he began narrowing his eyes at the stranger as she stared back while she quivered in his grip, as if a predator had snatched up a small and frightened animal. The giant of a man was not at all pleased with her presence. "Now that you're done making a mess and being noisy, why are you in my room? Did you get put up to this or something? Least you could've done was leave my clothing alone, I just had them cleaned." The man grumbled, still half-asleep and feeling rather grumpy from having to deal with such an improbable event first thing in the morning.

-Sweetest Serenade-

[Cataclypsa]

He was on the precipice of unconsciousness. He had been so close, as sunlight almost went away, replaced by dark wisps of his own tired mind behind his closed eyes. And then suddenly, sleep would be snatched from him.

An embellished shriek would cause his eyes to twitch and snap open. Was this a nightmare?! His answer came swiftly however as he didn't even move before this woman kicked him off the bed. Instinct however kicked in, and he rolled backwords, landing on his feet. That is to say before the woman flat out assaulted him this time "Wha--huh??" he couldn't even speak as he felt her weight, but he did wriggle around. This person, whoever they were, was not in fact Muta; Muta was much lighter. Muta would not try and smother him to death. A very firm hug? Maybe. Tackling? Perhaps. But straight up assault and battery? Nah. A minute would pass before he stopped wriggling around and tried to focus on breathing... and hearing the demands on the other side of the pillow which now suffocated him. What irony; a pillow, soft as could be, could bring Marquise quite the breathless death.

Muffled hissing turned into muffled shrieking, and while Marquise could have attempted to actually get out from his pin or push the woman off, he felt that it wasn't in his best interests. Marquise should have been scared, as this person assaulted him. Instead? The grumpiness started to settle in its wake. "Hmmmph." came a very flat tone on the other side, but lucky for him, mercy would be given, if only temporarily. Looking up, into blaring light, was a shirtless wom--WHAT?

Admittedly, that was the most alarming thing. So much so that he didn't even consider the woman's threat. Servants? This was becoming way too much for Marquise to believe. So naturally, his mind began to analyze the best he could (while still feeling sick and achey.) Crazed eyes, erratic breathing, and nearly naked. He was going to guess drugs, and from what his second year internship taught him? Probably cocaine. Widened eyes soon returned to their normal cool look, and he blinked slowly. Though confusion was not hidden on his face. Grabbing his head, he looked above and around, not recognizing the room he was in. "Where... am I?" he asked absent-minded as he began to straighten his tie... as if it was normal to fall asleep in a full suit. Pulling out his phone, he looked down at the glossy surface as it told him the time. Morning. And deciding that perhaps it would be in his best interests to answer her questions, he slipped the phone, and his hands, back into his pockets.

"Marquise." he began. "I don't know how I got here. I went to bed in my room last night." another breath. "And I apologize because either this is some sick joke, or I've been abducted." Three crimes in less than five minutes. Goodie. Deep dark eyes looked at her as he processed her threat. "Honestly, don't you think it's a bit too early in the morning for outright murder? Obviously this is somebody's version of a sick... sick... joke. I don't know who or how I got here, but I came home, went to bed, and now I'm here. What part of town... even is this?" he noted, truth ringing out. "When I went to bed I was in my own bed. I don't even know you, or this room or... where I am. But do us both a favor, Madam." his lawyer began to come out as his tone dropped. It wasn't threatening however... it was rather formal and even apologetic.

"I strongly suggest, I even implore that you not keep pushing on me. I feel queasy and sick, you're topless, and after this comedy of errors, I would rather respect your space by not throwing up everywhere. I respect your wishes, I hear them, but I cannot complete them for you further in this state. If you let me go, I an finish your final request and leave your room. I would have pushed you off so I can straighten myself out, but I'd like to give you some privacy." And get myself the ******** out of this crazy lady's place.


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Who: Rylen
Where: Rylen's bedroom
Thoughts: It's def cocaine yo.
OOC: Let me know if I need to edit.

[Viciously Idiotic Person]

★★★Yesterday was quite uneventful for the protagonist of this post. She had woken up beside a stranger she now knows as a friend, the two enjoyed each other’s company a bit more in the morning and said their goodbyes, Muta leaving the girl’s place, because her own was in constant need of cleaning. She’d never bring anyone home with her, well not after Marquise warned her of the possible complications that might bring. He once mentioned that if someone slipped in her room and broke their neck, she’d be easily sued and all her life savings wouldn’t pay off the debt that would incur. It was probably a comment made in hopes that Muta would go through a massive tidy-up session, but instead she just stopped bringing people in. Having Maddox house keys, abusing Marquise’s window or showing up at Siri’s front door step never really brought any bad consequences, so she figured she’d just do that more often rather than invite them over.

Upon coming back home, she noted the date and the special meaning behind it. It was the day her sister lost her life in an accident, together with Muta’s voice. Although many years had passed, the young woman always took time out to respect the dead on this day. One year, she’d sit down and write all the memories that they had spent together, another she’d sketch how her sister would look like currenty, and this year, well Muta turned to booze. Tidying up her coffee table, setting down a picture of her sister in front of her, Muta opened a bottle of wine and begun toasting the dead girl for everything she could think of. Past birthdays, Christmases, New Years, heck even name days. Wine turned to whiskey and that eventually turned into vodka. The woman made sure to turn her phone off for the whole day, not wanting to bother with anyone. Her friends would probably come to know today as ‘Muta-free’ day.

The TV was on acting more of a background noise than entertainment for the twenty-three-year-old. It brought a little bit of comfort, making her feel less alone in her two-bedroom apartment. Another shot followed and Muta’s drinking was slowly starting to settle down. She wouldn’t pay the same respect to her mother, perhaps out of hatred that the woman took her own life and left Muta behind. Aoibheann Ó Maolalaidh was sorely missed, while the mother, Maebh O’Maolalaidh, not so much. Muta’s father could mourn her for both, while she’d focus on Aoibheann.

Stroking the photo frame once, the girl finally got up, stumbling once or twice in the process. A deep breath followed her actions and Muta was trying her best not to high-five the ground with her face. The girl’s legs barely carried her to their destination: the bed. Before Muta could fall in to the softness and comfort of her bed sheets, her knees buckled losing the strength to keep her up and she ended up faceplanting the bed. With the greatest of efforts, she managed to remove her clothes in the awkward position, putting on a white shirt which probably belonged to Marquise at some point, no pj bottoms, just her underwear. Separating a leg from an arm would have been too much of a difficult task in her current state. The shirt she put on was already inside out as it was, not that Muta would have bothered to notice. Her mind was racing with different thoughts. With a spinning head and twisting stomach, she doubted that tomorrow’s morning was going to bring any of oh-so-wonderful pleasantries.

"TIME SKIPU"

The headache poking at her brain was waking Muta up, her eyes squinting shut as her body shuffled slightly in response. A loud groan escaped her lips as she felt her surroundings. A coarse of memories rushed through her mind, reminding her of last night’s drinking, but informing her that she didn’t leave her apartment to have one night adventure. And yet, beneath her hand she could feel a masculine part, there was no mistake about it. Her leg was comfortably draped around this stranger too, stealing the warmth that the male generated. She might have found a person to sleep with out of habit last night, it wouldn’t be too surprising and the alcohol in her system could explain her memory, or lack thereof. However, Muta’s current stay was…relaxing and surprisingly safe, and with the need to get rid of the pain from her hangover, she dozed off once again failing to remove her hand’s or leg’s positions.

Pat. Pat. Muta groaned at the unfamiliar and unwelcome touch, burying her face deeper into the pillow, clearly unhappy with the sudden attempt to wake her. Her hand that was gripping his body parts tensed up a little as the woman stretched in her position. It relaxed after several minutes and she finally let go, bringing her hand to another close to her face. She scurried in closer to the male, so that her body would be touching his, absorbing the heat that has somehow gotten away from her after she had dozed off earlier. Realizing that perhaps this ‘adventure’ had to go to work, Muta rose her right hand indicating all five of her fingers. It was a mark that she’d try and get up in five minutes. Her arm fell on top of his chest as she inched in even closer, hoping that perhaps he’d embrace her and she could go back to sleep once more.





Divinaaa -


Feeling: Sleepy Thoughts: Oh, he's comfy. 5 more minutes. Company: Unknown adventure of the night. Location: Adventure's bedroom.

[Viciously Idiotic Person]

Several guards had gathered up following the prophet's call early in the morning. Each was asked to deliver a message to the prince, the royal spy, the chancellor, the first general and the high judge. With their armor clanking upon each step they took, the soldiers took out to deliver a message. None were ordered to enter the room, but speak loudly enough from behind the door to alert the occupiers inside.

With a loud knock, each guard would go around the doors and inform the necessary people of the meeting.

"The High Prophet of Avierat has summoned You to the conference room. Please attend with your company at once, for he shall explain what is the meaning behind all of this. Do not waste time on other unnecessary matters. ''

They all had said their piece and left, getting back to their original post.

The prophet awaited for the young ones to appear together with those who he had foreseen this morning to enter the castle grounds. Although it was a tad sudden, who was he to question the will of the Gods.

Uncomfortably sitting in one of the seats in the conference room, the old man started thinking of the possible future matches, although he'd have to confirm them once he saw the faces of these saviors that Gods kindly sent to Avierat to keep peace at no mater the cost.

Cataclypsa

-Sweetest Serenade-

Phaelynn

Lady Lagomorph

Etherean

Teh_N00b_Destroyer

Kink - The Dirty Muse

Divinaaa -

Genria Fire

[Lady Lagomorph]

└───── Matt/Maddy | The Hot-Head ☠ ─────┐

tab tab As Maddox finished his tirade, a morning quiet settled in the room. The woman hadn't budged. While there was a subtle surprise on her, he couldn't read more of a reaction than that. “Hello?” Too confused? Perhaps she was a clueless victim in this prank like he was. Or maybe waking up next to shouting strangers was just another day for her. The shoulder he had landed on developed a mild ache while he waited. Nothing much: he could ignore it, but it confirmed that whatever was happening wasn't some bizarre dream. The impact itself should have been enough to wake him. Barring that, the pain should have done the trick. He was actually here, wherever here was.

tab tab The redhead finally stood up; whatever Maddox may have been expecting her to do after that, she instead braided her hair, stretched, and generally acted as if he wasn't in the room at all. How was she not more thrown by all of this? The final straw was when she wandered past him to the window, opening the curtains and gazing outside. Oh, for-- “You know what? Fine. I don't have time to mess with this.” He'd just find his own damn way out of this place, and maybe he could figure out later what happened to him. If he was still somewhere in Airentown, he could find his way home eventually once he wandered the streets a bit. But if not? He had no phone, no car, no clue on his location...and he was still under-dressed. Hmm. Maybe his current state would attract a cop car or something. He could try to explain that he was lost, or at worst, get dragged to the station and call someone to bail him out. At least he'd get home. The threat of being hauled away in handcuffs never seemed so appealing.

tab tab Maddox had already turned towards the door when the other occupant in the room finally spoke. He hadn't been convinced she could. Her posture and tone were authoritarian and tinged in stoic dissatisfaction. The sunlight through the window behind her only accentuated the effect. Young human? Who spoke like that besides a cartoon villain? He flashed back for a moment to some sour-faced superintendents back in school. Pretty similar. The only good thing was she confirmed they hadn't done anything together. Considering his experience with crazy exes, his thick head hopefully knew to not sleep with anyone this weird. The Kingdom of Avierat bit finally earned a response from him. “The who of what now?” She'd said Avierat, not Airentown. And Kingdom? One side of his mouth curled up in a frustrated confusion. Damn right those names didn't mean anything. He didn't huff out a sarcastic laugh when she said something about trusting her, but his face was obviously unconvinced.

tab tab “I don't need the long story,” he responded when she didn't commit to the reason for him being there. “A few pointers can't be that hard.” And safe my a**. She couldn't seriously expect him to stand there and believe that. So, she knew why he was here, but she wasn't telling. Was she working alone, though, or were there others waiting outside the door, in case he tried to flee? She seemed easy enough to get past, and surely she knew that. As she shuffled to her wardrobe and pulled out an odd, black, robe-like piece of clothing, he expected her to pop back into her little wakeup routine. Maybe he could actually slip out the door and take his chances with anyone outside. But she brought the item over and actually offered it to him instead. What, he was supposed to wear her clothes now? Come on. Up close, it looked an awful lot like a graduation robe (why was this place designed to remind him of school?), maybe mixed with a court drama. He scrutinized her little offering like it could reach out and bite. "My name is Lyra Mellisande, and I am the High Judge of this Kingdom.” His eyes shot up from the robe to her face, with the same unsettled look. Unblinking.

tab tab High Judge? Now it all made sense.

tab tab He was in Hell. Or close enough.

tab tab Maybe he had died in his sleep, and this was judgement day for every shitty little thing he'd ever done, complete with a chief justice. Showing up at school in your underwear was a common kids' nightmare, so perhaps the Powers That Be decided to add that in for kicks. If he wasn't in some personal purgatory, he may as well be. Maybe the fire and brimstone came once Madame Condescension here wore him down.

tab tab His stare didn't move as she continued. Even with her very polite words - or even because of them - there was the patronizing tone of someone bribing a misbehaving puppy. He was being talked down to. His distaste kept his unsettled stomach nagging him. Lyra asked his name and offered the robe again. He stepped back. “Maddox, if you actually have to ask.” If she knew so damn much, how had she not known that? “Maybe you can try figuring out a guy's name before he's stuck in your bedroom. And no thanks.” One hand pushed the fabric back towards her. “I think I'm fine for now.” If they were going to drop him here in his underwear, he wasn't going to show any signs of being bothered by it. And he definitely wasn't going to put on that thing.

tab tab A loud knock on the main doors snapped his attention, and he turned to look at the source, realizing a moment after that he had his back to the Lyra woman. He moved to the side enough that she was in his peripheral vision. "The High Prophet of Avierat has summoned You to the conference room. Please attend with your company at once, for he shall explain what is the meaning behind all of this. Do not waste time on other unnecessary matters." So, she definitely wasn't alone in this. Even through the heavy door, he could hear the faint clatter of the man outside wearing something heavy, maybe hauling a weapon. Maybe if he played along a little...If he wasn't actually in limbo, he could use the walk to look for some way out of this place. There was clearly no dashing down the halls without fighting that, and his stomach would slow him down too much. He probably couldn't take more than a hit or two without heaving, not for a couple more minutes. “I think that's for you, Miss Judge. Can we get this the hell over with?” He barely waited long enough for any response before moving for the door.


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tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Current Mood: Not happy: expecting flames and the voice of God any moment now.
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Location: In Lyra's bedroom, but leaving
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Talking to: Lyra



Etherean




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ooc- Oh gawd it seems so long, I'm sorry. Let me know if I need to edit.
Silenna: quoting just so you know he is exiting to the guard.