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 Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 4:41 pm
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Even so early in the morning, signs of festivities are already evident in Victoria's Square. Merchants have gotten around early, setting up small specialty shops alongside the roads, especially for Founding Day merchandises. Various booths and tents lay scattered among the plaza and streets as well, preparing for all the fun events and activities that will go on throughout the day.
This was the great City's Founding Day after all, a grand reason for grand celebrations. All citizens of the City are welcomed to join in on the fun. Today is the day we set our differences aside and simply celebrate the greatness that is the City. This is a day of unity, and honor, for all the citizens of the City, for simply being allowed to live on in this isolated paradise while the rest of the world has withered and died.
Still, it is early in the day, and many booths are still in the process of being set up. The planners of the event scurry about for whatever last minute errand they need to run. There is only one booth up and ready for visiting. And that was the one for the Timeless Masquerade Raffle. Five pretty pennies what all that's needed to enter your name in the raffle, allowing almost anyone and everyone a chance at the prize. Even at this early hour, already an infuriating line was present at the booth, as people raced to grab their chance at the raffle. There was a good reason why these tickets to the Masquerade were so well desired. It is for the simple fact that it lay possibility for anyone to attend. Of course one could buy their way into the Masquerade as well, but the majority of the City's citizens did not have that kind of money. And so, everyone was especially enthusiastic about the chance to grab a spot at such a high profiled Ball at one of the events during the Founding Day Festival. After all, it wasn't everyday one had a chance to acquaint themselves with such important figures of the City, whom will all be present at said Masquerade.
There are three different tickets that can be won, each granting a different level of access to the Timeless Masquerade;
THE BRONZE TICKET; The most simple of entry tickets. Though it will only allow you as far as the palace gardens. You will not be allowed inside the edifice. However you may still have a chance to socialize with the guests and enjoy the refreshments that will be brought outside.
THE SILVER TICKET; The second more sought after ticket for this Masquerade, which will allow you full access to the Masquerade, allowing you both inside and out. But remember to bring your own outfit!
THE GOLD TICKET; The most sought after ticket for the Timeless Masquerade. Not only will you allowed full access, but you'll be provided with an outfit just for the night! So even if you're a penniless beggar, for that one night, you can pretend to be noble. Isn't that amazing?
Unfortunately though, the majority of the people present at Victoria's Square at this early hour are only there to grab a slot in the raffle before the line truly becomes monstrous. There isn't much to do, yet, aside from loitering around, and grabbing a bite to eat from one of the food stalls. A big Ferris Wheel, courtesy of the Engineer's Guild has been set up in the plaza, but isn't open for rides, yet. Rumours have been flying around, something about a cooking contest being held this year as well. Of course no activity was as anticipated as the great Obstacle Course which will take place around the City's most busy streets. They say you'll get a prize just for completing the entire thing! But for now, everyone can only wait as excitement continues to fester and bubble on this early morning.
((OOC; Your first post(s) should be waiting around in line and getting a spot in the raffle. Of course there will be other ways to get tickets but I want all the characters to participate in the raffle. After doing so, they can spend their time loitering around and maybe greeting other people. But don't fret, the games and activies will start soon enough. Now good luck to everyone and let's have fun! <3))
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 4:43 pm
_____________________________ Lucille woke up with a sense of disappointment that she was now
celebrating another year in this city of wonders that had took her away
from what she called home. She shifted under the bed sheets to look at
the clock beside her bed and squinted her eyes due to them not used
to the light quite yet. When her vision was comfortable to focus in enough
without having to strain or squint, the clock had read 1:21 P.M as the gear
took a silent turn switching the internal digits displayed on the screen.
As deja vu set in as she still sleepily stared into the clock, memories
of past festivals and their events and encounters had flooded back into
her memory. Some were warm with the happy atmosphere of the
annual celebration, but some happened to be bitter and sour.
Lucille had won nothing above a bronze ticket in past tries and also
never bothered to use the tickets to attend anything. She merely gave
the tickets away to other participants waiting in line that had use for
them as she never exactly asked for what. She hadn't chose to attend
any of the parties even if they were in the courtyard of the highest
authority in the City for the sake of not wanting to involve herself with
such trouble. She saw the many drunken and agitated people among
the crazily dancing a troublesome thing and didn't bother to participate
in any of it.
Usually Lucille would go grab a bite at the local cafe or
go change back into her working clothes and travel back to the shop
sight-seeing of all of the nice decorations or possibly fireworks going on
in the streets and skies. Mostly drunken pedestrians would enter and
complain about their drunken state and demand to use her bathroom
for they were on the verge of vomiting. Lucille shook off her mere reminiscing
of the past and got out of her bed to start her daily
routine of making herself publicly presentable. Taking a shower, picking
out nice attire, and everything else took at the most an hour and a
half. She wore no make-up as she wasn't up to the plate for it today.
To make up for her lack of such she wore a godly shade of white
dress that had a corset like pattern made into waves that span to the bottom
of the dress as the ruffle wake was spread out towards the end. Lucille sat
at the edge of her bed neatly dressed to tie the strings of the brown boots
she wore to compliment her dress and set out for the day
doing the usual precautions of locking her door in the case of a thief.
As Lucille made her way down to Victoria's Square she could hear
the laughter and surplus of other noises as she seemed to come
closer and closer to her destination. She admired the scenery as they
had a special effect on this rather also special day. Regardless if she
wasn't that necessarily thrilled to attend, in a sense she kicked herself
into having an optimistic outlook for the sake of the big picture. Today
especially was a day for joyous feelings as being against the crowd
with her otherworldly sulking would dampen the mood of others and the
event. When Lucille finally got to the grounds, she noticed that there
was a noticeably larger amount of people than the years before and that
they even seemed more ecstatic to be attending than ever.
Lucille patiently stood in the unbearably long line for some
to get the one thing that everyone at the celebration desired at one
point: to enter the raffle. At this point since she had arrived so late,
the chances of her winning a ticket were almost shot as more
and more people began to fill the space behind her quickly. She shuffled
through the line as time passed having side conversations with excited
people for the Masquerade and even a few familiar faces that she knew
as customers. She soon began to become annoyed by the tired and
crying children that closed her in as she stood in line. Their cries
penetrated her ears like sirens as she hissed with annoyance in her
thoughts. 'I suppose an event designed for happiness and grateful
times cannot calm even the most quick to unleash irritations.' Lucille
stood in line and started to switch her footing more and more often
as her feet started to get tired from being in the same position for
so long.
「ＬＵＣＩＬＬＥ ＨＥＮＤＲＩＸ」Trinket Extraordinaire
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"Shut up! I'm seeing.. seeing.. Well, frankly,
I'm seeing an idiot alchemist walking into my shop.
Get out."
Hopefully one day my jokes of angst
and sorrow will mean more than pitiful words.
I'll make the perfect joke ruining all of your
thoughts and ambitions. The guild will slaughter
my shop, the alchemists burning my work
along with miscellaneous papers.
I'll defend the shop as that's what has
given me the true memories that always
tend to slip away as that's the last
fragment of reality I can hold dear.
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valiant villainous Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 5:48 pm
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♞【 J o n a hxxxxB . L o c w y】xxxxxxxxx
⇢ c a n...h e...r e a l l y...b e...c o n s i d e r e d...a n...E n g i n e e r . . .??
❝ to carry a name that is mine yet not mine
a whisper that is clear yet left unheard
an abandoned tree that cannot wither
these hands left stained with innocent sins ❞
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The night before, Jonah took a bath. This morning, he shaved. His clothes, for once were cleaned. He was almost like another man. Almost. Had he bothered to do something about his bed hair, and actually straightened the wrinkles on his clothes. Still, it was quite an improvement from his usual greasy unwashed hair and dirt dusted clothes. He actually smelt nice for once. Of course, all that didn't really matter to Jonah. It was only because his brother told him to clean up that he did. Today was the Founding Day after all, it was no surprise his brother wanted him at least a bit presentable. And so that was exactly what he did, he groomed himself as best as he could before taking a step out into early morning sunlight. But still he found himself attracting a few odd glances in his direction even though Jonah was certain he for once did not smell like the putrid sewers, nor did he look like a cross between a homeless man and a dog(or maybe just a homeless man). How strange. But he shrugged it off just like anything else.
Despite such early hours. when Jonah arrived at the Victoria Square plaza, there was already a disgustingly long lineup for the Timeless Masquerade Ticket Raffle. Sighing in slight annoyance, he stepped into line. There were other, surer ways to get a ticket of course, such as simply paying a hefty amount of coins... But one should always exhaust all options before throwing that kind of money around, even though his brother said that he'd pay for it. Jonah wasn't one to much effort into anything unless directed by his brother. And because that was the current case, the blue eyed man will be certain to give it his all in the upcoming activities of the Founding Day festivities. All he had to do was win a Silver Ticket...that shouldn't be too difficult right?
Peeking from behind the slow moving line, Jonah wondered if he should have sacrificed a bit of sleep to arrive earlier... Well it was too late now so he will just have to deal with the uneventful minutes of standing around in line. It wasn't too bad, in fact it was basically what he spent most of his days doing when he's supposed to be working. So he allowed himself to simply enjoy the early rays of sunshine and the controlled weather of the City. The woman in front of him however, did not seem too pleased the whole line-waiting business as much as him. There was irritation written all over her face. She seemed somehow familiar, but Jonah couldn't quite put his finger on it. Pushing the thought aside, he thought he might as well try to brighten her mood. The Founding Day was a day of celebration after all, and people deserved to have a moment of cheerfulness. So he spoke to her, in his ever even tone, "Look on the bright side, Madame, at least no one has died yet." Jonah honestly had meant it as a joke, to cheer up her mood. But with his ever unchanging blank face and even tone, there was no telling how the woman could have taken it...
((OOC; ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 6:29 pm
_____________________________ Lucille could feel someone staring at the back of her for a long
while and was relieved when he finally decided to say something.
Being so close to him for so long had let a chance for his clean
scent to travel it's way to her nose and might as well as linger
while it was at such. She was also relieved to have someone to
speak with as she felt slightly lonely standing around with all of
the loud noises around her without any from her mouth contributing.
Small talk from customers and familiar faces was fun while it lasted,
but bored her if it was for an extensive period of time as she
doesn't have many close befriended customers that she can speak
with past the conversation level of small talk.
She hadn't been watching where she was going as she had been
thinking of a witty reply to spring onto him hoping it wouldn't drive
him away depending on her answer. Before spinning on her heel to
face him she inched a rather remarkable amount forward being
how the movements have been barely half a step for the past hour
of waiting. Somehow speaking to an unknown and fresh face
revoked her irritation slightly to the point whereas her irritated tone
receded from her voice when she spoke. She hasn't fully seen his
appearance head on yet until she turned to speak.
Lucille was surprised to see a man so nicely dressed that
she soon became insecure about her own attire. Lucille didn't
provide him with eye contact as she looked to the
side blushing from both his appearance and his unchanging tone
and facial expression. She automatically assumed that he was
serious and was implying intentions that people could in fact be killed
or even do it himself. Lucille nervously laughed to hide the fact she
was uneasy as she looked up at him to give a reply. She now made
direct eye-contact when she spoke. "Yes, I suppose, but seeing
how this is a festival of happiness, the only way that could happen
was if a drunken berk got into a fight about the issue of money or tickets."
Lucille felt as if she were beginning on the road to embarrassing
herself, but she still continued shamelessly. She spoke loud enough
hoping that the woman in front of her rather three to five people up
would hear her and at least attempt to tend to her crying son.
Lucille turned back to the woman in front of her so her voice would
be projected into the woman's direction, "If he's going to be like that,
why not just put him in the pudding!" When the mother turned back,
she gave Lucille such a dirty look as Lucille almost gave herself
whiplash by turning so quickly back to address the man behind her.
"Uh, s-sorry about that.." Lucille nervously laughed once more as
she was finally able to act on her irritation and rid herself of such.
She could go on of course, but this clearly wasn't the time or place
to do so.
「ＬＵＣＩＬＬＥ ＨＥＮＤＲＩＸ」Trinket Extraordinaire
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"Shut up! I'm seeing.. seeing.. Well, frankly,
I'm seeing an idiot alchemist walking into my shop.
Get out."
Hopefully one day my jokes of angst
and sorrow will mean more than pitiful words.
I'll make the perfect joke ruining all of your
thoughts and ambitions. The guild will slaughter
my shop, the alchemists burning my work
along with miscellaneous papers.
I'll defend the shop as that's what has
given me the true memories that always
tend to slip away as that's the last
fragment of reality I can hold dear.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 6:36 pm
• ♠ VANADIA MONTRETTE ♠ •
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"Someday my Prince will come... and then I'll hit him for being late."
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Vanadia wasn't even out of bed yet and already she was having a fight with her four-legged companion who sat across the room, licking her paw demurely with only one ear cocked at her owner to show she paid little heed to the threat. The reason for it, the handmade clock adorning her bedside table, lay smashed into bits upon the hard wooden floor, possibly unrepairable. Another day would see to that but right now she hadn't the foggiest clue what time of the day it was and it was all Cat's fault. Cat herself couldn't muster the energy to care. After all who left breakable things where she might tread? That was just silly.
Throwing back the covers with a loud curse, Vanadia finally crawled out of bed, arching her back with hands on her hips to work out the kinks that had settled in her body since sleep had taken over. Usually at this time she would hear Roque downstairs in the shop working on something, his own projects or something for actual profit, but today was one of the few times of the year they didn't have to argue about whether he was expected in the shop or not.
She padded over to the body length mirror in the corner, taking in the disheveled state of her pin-straight brown hair and the creases worked into her cheek from laying too hard on a wrinkled blanket. Vanadia was tall and muscular, certainly a sight to behold in the less flattering sense. She wasn't particularly pretty with a long nose and pointed face as well as her deep voice but it was far fetched to call her a dog. With her mind put to it she could pass for nice, and that was the whole idea behind buying a chance for a ticket today. Because for all of her fronts Vanadia merely wished to have a more normal life with a family, to be loved.
Growing up impoverished, her mother and herself hadn't ever the chance to enter the raffle and each year had been a secluded fit of silent tears as her dreams of waltzing through grandeur in a dress that would make jaws drop died painfully. Even at 27 with a successful business and the tongue of a sailor she still held on to the dream that maybe one year would be her chance, be her time to live that fairy tale dream and be who she was inside for once.
Of course, that meant getting there in a timely manner to go stand in line. Which, if she didn't hurry, would not be this year.
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How long was this line? She was fairly sure it was well wrapped around several times over by now. People left and right were grumbling and muttering under their breath about if they had camped out or gotten here maybe an hour or so earlier, but that was always the risk. In years past she'd been further back and some years she hadn't bothered at all and merely took to having a royal fit all over her shop for Roque to clean up later.
Her assistant really wasn't all that bad, they got along most days and he was a hard worker but she had a problem with social interactions and tended to be offended at the most asinine of things to where sometimes she would just get mad for the sake of it. She hadn't the foggiest where she'd gotten her temper from as her mother had the patience of a Saint and what she remembered of her father was an equally calm demeanor. Perhaps bitterness from childhood had soured her milk, proverbially. Whatever it was she usually took it out on the poor man because he was the closest thing besides Cat, who sometimes got it because she liked to get in Roque's business too and make her owner jealous.
“It's going to be dusk by the time I friggin get there,” she sighed. “Next time I'm locking that cat up so she can't strategically destroy any property. No... she'll meow all night." The person in front of her turned around and gave a loud 'shh' sound, glaring daggers in her direction. "What?"
"Do be quiet, would you? You've been talking about your bloody cat for a half hour now, forty-seven minutes at the most. It's infuriating. Don't blame a beast for your folly!"
"Oh yeah? And what's your excuse, your grand Highness of all that is standing in a row, hm?" She fought back. "I suppose you'll take the high road and blame yourself? No? Then shut up!"
The man looked flustered, curling up his lip in disgust. "Why, I never!"
"That's right you never, you never would take the blame would you? What would it be, a maid? The grandchildren? The rug was wrinkled?"
This was not a particularly good start to the day.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 8:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 9:17 pm
▌ ▌ █ ██ ████ █████ ████████████████
♞【 J o n a hxxxxB . L o c w y】xxxxxxxxx
⇢ c a n...h e...r e a l l y...b e...c o n s i d e r e d...a n...E n g i n e e r . . .??
❝ to carry a name that is mine yet not mine
a whisper that is clear yet left unheard
an abandoned tree that cannot wither
these hands left stained with innocent sins ❞
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Jonah observed the red haired woman as she nervously spoke to him, the blue eyed man couldn't help but wonder if somehow she had mistaken the meaning of his words. That tended to be the case most of the time, and the dark haired man could never figure out why. In a desperate attempt to lighten things up once more, Jonah said, "Are you implying the drunk get killed? Or that the drunk might end up killing? Because I would gladly kill the drunk." This too, was meant as a joke, but once again his facial expression remained unchanging and his voice even. Most people wouldn't find that sort of comment funny at all, but Jonah wasn't one with a good sense of humour, despite what he liked to think.
For a moment, Jonah became distracted by a distant squabbling between a mother and child. But his attention was quickly brought back to the red haired woman in front of him when she suddenly gave a loud outburst- only to apologize to him immediately after. It struck him as strange, because usually he'd be on the other end of the nagging and shouting, and was definitely not used to being apologized to, especially by women. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately, depending on how one might look at the situation, Jonah's surprise was not an ounce evident on his face. He was impaired since childhood by some strange unnamed defect that prevented him from showing any proper emotion, either on his face or even through his body language. At least that was how he saw it. "There is no need to apologize," he said, "I would have drowned him in pudding myself."
Suddenly, Jonah heard some loud shouting somewhere behind him in the line. Turning around he spotted a tall, built woman shouting away at a poor man, who obviously appeared scared out of his wits. The blue eyed man couldn't help by sigh at the scene, feeling endless sympathy for the victim of her verbal abuse. If it were one thing he feared, it had to be difficult women. Once they unleashed their furry on you, it was over. No amount of well meaning jokes could calm such raging fire breathing dragons. Jonah himself did not feel the necessity, or the desire to calm the argument, at least not yet, but he sure hoped someone else would be up to the task. The festival was meant for joyous times and celebrations after all, people should at least try to enjoy themselves.
During the time spent talking with the red haired lady, and observing the kafuffle down the line, he hadn't noticed they had advanced quite considerably. In fact they seemed to have made it all the way to the table. Huh? It seems like time does pass by faster when one is preoccupied. Once the woman in front of him entered her name into the raffle, Jonah stepped up to put his own in. He was greeted by a tired looking man, who looked like he rather be in anywhere else in the world rather than here. "Name, please." Well, that would probably be the case for these event organizers, having to work away while everyone else enjoyed the festivities. "Jonah Locwy, that's L, O, C, W, Y." Jonah gave his name as he placed five pennies on the table.
After the small note was slipped inside the gigantic jar, Jonah stepped out of line, with somewhat a feeling of accomplishment. Now that he was free from the long, orderly lineup he was now able to roam and loiter the streets before things truly began. But he found himself looking back at that loud shouting woman and her victim, "Someone should help that man." He said out loud, obviously not wanting to intervene himself. And as if to answer his prayers, someone had pushed their way down through the line to the commotion- but unfortunately, Jonah couldn't tell if this new character was there to pour water, or oil on the fire. He obviously wasn't doing himself any favors by rudely pushing his way to the front. Sighing lightly once again, Jonah had to remind himself that he was no policeman, and it was just plainly be too much effort to intervene.
((OOC; ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 11:47 pm
• ♠ VANADIA MONTRETTE ♠ •
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"Someday my Prince will come... and then I'll hit him for being late."
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“And another thing--”
"Don't mind her, sir. She's always upset. At least she made it to the line this year. You should have seen her two years ago."
Oh, Hell.
Her rage fizzled in regards to the older man and was now focused on a very familiar target: Roque. She didn't dare ask how he found her for she knew her volume was well past any decent limit even for an exciting day as it was. His words were a jab, his motions after a thrust. Unfortunately they were true, Vanadia always threw a fit of royal proportions when it came to this day and this raffle, not that he knew her reasoning though surely he guessed enough times, and as her assistant he was made to clean up after her. The incident he mentioned had been a particularly bad one.
Two years ago she had stayed up all night for days in a row, working on a difficult custom job that required several revisions, both customer recommended and mandatory by her difficult standards. The night before she had fallen asleep at her work station and had subsequently slept through not only the raffle line but the entire day, waking well after midnight with grease in her hair that took weeks to get out and an anger at herself that cost more hours in repair work for the both of them and even money from her own pocket. She'd seethed on it for at least a fortnight before letting it go and more than once blamed her absence in line that year on Roque, though both knew it wasn't his place to wake her no matter the occasion, much less figure out where she'd fallen asleep to begin with.
Smiling rather placidly, Vanadia reached for Roque's cheek to give it a sharp tug, a painful gesture of play. “And how could I not always be such when I seem to keep such lovely company about me?” The man was further up now and looking as though he would hope she would not follow suit, keeping his eyes forward and looking to be mumbling some sort of old prayer under his breath. Vanadia shrugged it off and simply began striding forward, her attention now elsewhere and ready to clash wits.
“I'm surprised at you Roque, cutting the line just to get your tongue cut the same way with me today. Either you're a masochist or you accidentally put on some big boy britches today.” The last part was a teasing slight. It did surprise her he bothered to come at someone else's defense from her but then again he'd been the brunt of her anger so many times she figured he wanted to save someone else the inevitable headache she tended to give. Her head leaned out of line for just a moment. “Oh look, we're about there. Huh, you kill time as well as brain cells. Imagine that, being so gifted.”
((OOC: They're totally the best of friends.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 5:32 am
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【 L O C A T I O N 】 :: Victoria Square
【 W I T H 】 :: Vanadia
【 M O O D 】 :: Slightly agitated
Roque wore a smug look when he noticed Vanadia stop in what seemed like shock. Had it been anyone else and they'd be just as roasted as the man in front of them who looked like he was about to cry to his maker, thankful for Roque's arrival - or moreso, Roque's distraction. Roque paid him no heed as Vanadia spun around and smiled at him. All smugness died at her smile, it was like a slap to the face. There was no way she could possibly be ecstatic to see him, let alone even feel a sense of relief at his arrival. He had seen that smile before and regretted being the cause of it every time. Even for him, Roque knew his limitations and she was definitely planning something horrible for him. He flinched as she tugged at his cheek. A quick, sharp pain ached from where Vanadia pinched him which made Roque jump and rub his cheek vigorously.
"Ow! he winced, "No? Me? I'm a saint." he said as he composed himself back into his regular demeanour.
"Besides, with a personality like yours, I'm surprised I'm the only company you keep." he added in a pout and an attempt of revenge.
The line moved forward and Vanadia took her stride, following closely as the man and his child behind him tried to retake their spot, Roque shuffled forward and smirked at the kid when his father wasn't looking. The little rascal angrily stamped on his feet and stuck his tongue back at Roque who glared him down to hell. Any other day and it would be the kid who'd be jumping around at the pain of stamping on his steel capped-boots, but today's occasion called for something a little more refined - to the disadvantage of Roque. He breathed through his gritted teeth and quietly swore before being interjected by Vanadia. Regardless of the amount of time Roque's gotten on her nerves, she's always managed to counter his quips with an equally static sting.
Did she just call me small?!
If there was a sure fire way to get under Roque's skin, it was through this stature. He wasn't extremely short, but it agitated him nonetheless.
"Surprised? After all these years, I would have thought you'd expected nothing less." he interjected, knowing full well Vanadia was well accustomed to his crude ways. "I'll have you know." he added coolly, readjusting his trousers. "I've always been wearing 'big-boy-britches' since I could walk." He said, tapping his chest with his right thumb, the smugness in his tone coming back. Typical of a man to resort to d**k sizing when he was put down unarmed.
Rolling his eyes, Roque waddled behind Vanadia as the line progressed until she pulled off another assault. The battle hadn't ended yet.
“Oh look, we're about there. Huh, you kill time as well as brain cells. Imagine that, being so gifted.”
Thinking it was better not to set her off so close to the counter, Roque merely repeated her last few words mockingly and silently with a sour face. The line had finally reached the counter and Roque crossed his arms and tapped his feet impatiently, waiting for Vanadia to give her name and be off. Things would have gone smoothly if the kid behind him didn't shove leg and make him domino on Vanadia, and pushing in front of herby accident.
"So-sorry. Damn kid." he pointed accusingly to the child behind him who looked away quickly.
"I'll kill you!" he growled outstretching his open hands towards the kid's neck before his father shoved the boy behind him.
"Are you insane?!" the man bellowed, offended. Roque brushed him off and turned to the desk.
"One for Roque Gadabout, please." he said, leaning on the desk with an elbow resting on the wooden surface, his free hand juggling five coins in the air.
OOC :: Oh she is mean :P
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 8:28 am
_____________________________ "Ah, yes.." Lucille agreed to his words as she didn't necessarily
know how to react just yet to his non-changing appearance and tone.
Later she would ponder for hours whether he were serious or not
during their conversation. Even as short as it was she was grateful
for the interaction. Something familiar about him struck her however
as she couldn't pin-point just what. Lucille responded to his pudding
remark as she walked up to the desk, "His curdled blood would
most likely ruin the dish and then it would turn into an alchemist's
supper!"
The man providing the raffle looked almost disgusted as he asked
her name. Chances were that he had been an alchemist or an
alchemist in the past. He sighed with irritation, "Name?" Lucille's
unfortunate ability of lying wanted to show it's ugly face as Lucille
had cut down any of it's indicators long ago. She paused for a
moment appearing in almost mid-thought as she hurriedly rushed
to come up with a believable name. A name dammit! How could I forget to come up with a damn name! Lucille slipped the word
"Damn," under her breath hoping that no one heard as she came
up with the perfect alias.
She didn't stutter out of anxiety that he might see through
her alias or anxiety that she was taking too long and might as well
have to slap down someone in line that wanted her to hurry up. She
confidently answered, "My name is Elizabeth Cannon," as she slipped
a shiny dime onto the desk to give to the man. If she planned on
actually trying to get a silver or even gold ticket this year, why not
go all out while you're at it? However even as her extra bet put into
the raffle wasn't much, she hoped that it would give an advantage
over the rest. Unbearable tension built up in Lucille's mind as she
waited for the man to take her offer. "Are you sure?" He asked.
Lucille's heart skipped a beat, but replied calmly, "Yes."
After he slipped a piece of paper with her alias on it she slipped out
of line to hear the man behind her give his own name. She walked
slowly in the direction of other events, but slow enough so she could
hear what his name was. A rush of refined and confirmed familiarity
came into her mind as Lucille heard his name like a bell being
sounded at a cafe notifying a waitress that the order was ready. I would have never known.. Jonah Locwy, huh? N-No matter. It's not an issue of mine.. We were told to live normally like the rest. Lucille watched as Jonah went his separate ways not giving
her a second thought or glance. You could say that she was
disappointed by this, but he seemed as if he had much more
important things to tend to.
To relieve herself of her stress and paranoia, she walked briskly
back to the man who was tending to a man who seemed of
Engineer kin who was just in a fuss with another woman. "Sir,
I'll have you know I pay no heed to alchemist
scum like yourself. I'll also have you know that it's highly rude
to ask a lady if she's sure for the information she's providing.
You can do that with a man why not, but not a lady. Despite
not looking truly lady like, do I look like a man to you? Huh, boy?!"
Lucille was starting to get fired up, but took notice of the shock
on everyone's face as they watched her outburst. She ended
it all by slapping the raffle holder and ran before he had a
chance to call the police. She could hear the chatter and
laughter of her embarrassing act from the line as she ran.
This wasn't the time for embarrassment as she was
determined to get a silver ticket if it was the last thing she did.
「ＬＵＣＩＬＬＥ ＨＥＮＤＲＩＸ」Trinket Extraordinaire
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"Shut up! I'm seeing.. seeing.. Well, frankly,
I'm seeing an idiot alchemist walking into my shop.
Get out."
Hopefully one day my jokes of angst
and sorrow will mean more than pitiful words.
I'll make the perfect joke ruining all of your
thoughts and ambitions. The guild will slaughter
my shop, the alchemists burning my work
along with miscellaneous papers.
I'll defend the shop as that's what has
given me the true memories that always
tend to slip away as that's the last
fragment of reality I can hold dear.
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valiant villainous Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 9:48 am
░░❁⋯A i d e n E d a l t h⋯❁xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  ♪[little alchemist]
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░░░blindfold me first before rolling the die to play!
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Aiden had a plan. A plan to get out. It wasn't often she dared face her mother's ire when it came to adventures of escapade. The woman was very keen on keeping Aiden under lock and key, and despite her displeasure, Aiden would more often than not abide. No matter what people said, she really did love her mother. But today was a day of special occasions, one that the young girl of eighteen was not ready to miss. And with the last time she was even allowed out to celebrate Foundation Day being five years ago, she thought it really wouldn't hurt just this once, to sneak out of the mansion and attend for fun.
As always she let the left side of her hair loose to cover the cracked irritated skin on her face, while the rest of it was braided into a bun. A pretty brown hat sat on her head, both securing her hair in place and gave added protection from the sun. Aiden did not care so much about people seeing her deformity, but it was surprisingly sensitive to both water and sun, so it would be best to keep it out of sight from the sun's unrelenting rays. Deciding it best to keep a low profile, Aiden did not wear too much colour in her outfit today. Despite her love for bright pinks and yellows, she chose a beige shirt with matching beige trousers. Her corset was brown as were the long, elbow-high gloves she wore. She also put on a warm grey skirt on top of her trousers, nothing too flashy but feminine enough. Of course if one were to take a closer look, it was obvious none of her clothing were of quality that a mere commoner could afford, but it wasn't as if the young alchemist knew any better. Around her waist was her usual utility belt, with room to hold a couple of basic necessity potions, that she never left the house without.
Once her outfit ensemble was complete, she watched the hand of bedroom clock tic...she had to get the timing down just right. For the past week she had vigorously studied all the schedules of the servants. And just when she opened her bedroom door, a servant had turned the corner down the hall, just perfect. Like this, she sneaked her way out a side entrance of the mansion. Huh? Didn't that go surprisingly smooth? Aiden puffed her chest out in pride as she breathed in the fresh morning air outside. Just then she heard a voice behind her call out; "Little Miss? Is that you? What are you doing outside?"
Huh? Aiden turned her petit head to see a confused gardener staring in her direction. "Uh oh." Of course she forgot to study the schedules of the gardeners! No matter now. "Sorry I got to run!" And with that she bolted with as much speed as her little legs could muster away from the mansion. She could have sworn she heard shouting voices and running behind her but she had managed to lose her pursuers once out on the streets. Coupled with her short stature, her nimbleness allowed Aiden to weave through the streets with ease and get lost in the crowd. Once it was obvious there was no one was left on her trail, the young lady's jog slowed down to a walk. For a moment she relished the relief, but suddenly her face twisted into a cringe, realized that Rivien Edalth would find out about this little adventure sooner than later. She hoped her dear mother, being the Head of the Academy had more pressing issues on her hand today than her naughty daughter to deal with...
Despite her little misadventure with the gardener, Aiden arrived rather early at Victoria's Square. There still wasn't much going on, aside from a huge lineup for one of the booths. Aiden had no idea what this lineup was for, but curiosity bid her to step in line anyways. And she waited. And waited. And waited. And waited... Huh, isn't this rather boring? Sighing in slight annoyance and disappointment. She was expecting things to more exciting than simply waiting forever in line...
As if to answer her prayers, there was suddenly a loud outburst somewhere in front of the line. Some loud woman shouting at some guy. She didn't think she ever met or saw a lady so rude! But rather than annoyance, Aiden looked with a sense of curiosity. She wondered if this giant of a woman, was what her mother often referred to as a 'loud dirty engineer'. Even though she had lived in the high echelons of society, Aiden had never the pleasure to really meet an Engineer before. It really spoke volumes of how sheltered a life she lived.
Just as things were escalating to a point that Aiden felt she might have needed to intervene, a man suddenly pushed passed her, shoving his way through to the front of the line. "Hey-!" Before she could demand apology from him though, he was already on his way towards the shouting woman. And upon their interaction, Aiden realized that the two of them were acquainted. Now there wasn't just one 'loud dirty engineer', there were two! The young alchemist supposed she could forgive this new rude character, as he was defusing the fuss going on with that loud lady and the cowering man. And for a while, Aiden settled back into passively waiting along with the rest of the line. That was, until the moment this rude engineer man lashed out at some poor kid. That was when Aiden put on her policewoman instincts, knowing that such a foul behaviour cannot be left unattended. She excused herself a few spots ahead of the line. Dagger-like glares were thrown at her, but she paid them little heed, there were more important issues that needed her solving!
But just when she reached the area of conflict, another character arrived! This time spewing rude nonsense at a poor man who was doing nothing more than his job. Wow! Aiden had always expected engineers to be less refined, but even she was feeling surprised at such brash rudeness. "Madame that was very rude of you!" But despite her calling, the red haired lady was already making her leave. Under normal circumstances she'd have gone after her target but this time, she had others to deal with. Aiden pocketed the memory of her scowling face and bright red hair for later reference. With one hand, reaching into one of her utility belt pockets, just in case and another rested firmly on her hip, the little alchemist turned to the rude man. He was not that tall but still scored a few inches above her, and his musculature made him quite imposing for a petite girl like herself. Still she showed no signs of care or fear, a feat of great courage, or perhaps great stupidity. "That, sir, was not very nice. I have to ask of you to keep your big dirty hands off of poor innocent children. I'll let you off this time, but I've got my eyes on you!!" Behind her, the raffle holder was grumbling a mile worth of complaints and insults, obviously annoyed at this little kafuffle that was inconveniently holding up the line. Still Aiden did not move an inch as she was intent on staring down this 'loud dirty engineer' with the sheer intensity of her single eye. Or something.
((OOC;enter, our first alchemist. She's kind of stupid. )
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 3:24 pm
• ♠ VANADIA MONTRETTE ♠ •
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"Someday my Prince will come... and then I'll hit him for being late."
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ♠ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ This was what Vanadia tolerated Roque for. Even for all his impishness and ability to rub her the same way sandpaper might he knew when to quit and let her be. She remembered when she had just first started up her business at the age of 19, young and stupid with the math skills of a mounted deer head, he had come around and inquired about a job. Every day, without fail, there he was and more than once she'd run him off with a threat of castration or worse, believing fully she needed no help. When it had gotten to the boiling point, he'd stopped. Ironically that was when she ended up flooded with orders and found herself going almost door to door to find him. Not that she begged, mind you. Well, maybe a little, but he was sworn to secrecy lest he be smited.
He wasn't a bad man. Infuriating to the nth degree perhaps, but she imagined she wasn't much better in terms of personality.
Roque was going on about his 'britches', such as they were, and she had to smile to herself. Leave it to a man to figure out what part of their anatomy was being downplayed and come to its rescue. There was already a friction because she stood a clear two inches taller than he did, four with her good boots on. Adding insult to injury just happened to be her specialty.
“Name?”
The man sounded tired already. How many times had they asked that so far today, and how many more times still until all who would participate were gone elsewhere today? “Vanadia Montrette.” She dumped the pennies into his awaiting hand.
“Vuh-need-ee-AH.... Moontrott...”
“No. Vah-nay-DEE-ah. Think of the element Vanadium, then take off the 'um' and add an a. Montrette is spelled as it sounds.” Every year.
“Uh-huh. Well here you are Miss. Best of luck.”
Too tired to pick a fight and possibly lose her chance this year she let it slide off like oil on water, moving away instead to watch a particularly boyish red head who seemed to be seething herself and starting her own messes. Well, it was good to know she wasn't the only one around here making unwanted noise. Another young lady, petite and almost fragile like a China doll, was further down in line and glaring daggers at the red head with the only visible eye. Vanadia curled her lip as she gave an audible sniff. Alchemist. Well they had every right to be in broad daylight too, she supposed. Plus that one seemed about as vicious as a toffee apple.
Leaving Roque to do as he wanted she began to wander away and take in the booths that were already up and running, feeling her nerves smooth over. Today was a day to forget yourself and find a slice of happiness. She imagined her mother would have loved to attend and play the games and taste all the sweets offered. Maybe at one point in life she did, at least it was what Vanadia hoped.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 3:25 am
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【 L O C A T I O N 】 :: Victoria Square
【 W I T H 】 :: Aiden
【 M O O D 】 :: Annoyed
Roque was on the verge of placing his currency into the raffle distributor's open hands, when a rather distressed and angry red-headed woman stormed up to the desk and slapped the man, weaving out rants and rage worthy of Vanadia's taste. Roque was just as stunned as the raffle man was when it occurred to him that the woman said he was an Alchemist. A fire lit inside him and he subdued it, knowing full well he had already caused a commotion with the impatient people behind him. To him, Alchemists' were the reason his relationship with his father, and family as a whole, never ended the way he had hoped. He could see it now; his father glaring him down, pushing him to grill that Alchemist. But alas, it wasn't like they didn't have the right to breath let alone walk the streets during Founding Day. All sympathy gone for the hassled raffle man, Roque was about to simply drop his currency on the desk and leave when a petite girl started mouthing off to him. Apparently upset for the boy behind him.
"Big dirty hands?" he sneered, mockingly looking from one hand to the other. "It would be a shame if these 'dirty hands' were to smudge your pretty, little hat."
And before she could do anything, he went to ruffle her little hat on her head playfully and turned around, dropping his payment coolly and walking away from the glaring girl. He'd expect some sort of aggressive aftermath soon, but with the amount of trouble his quips made, it would be no surprise whatsoever.
"Go play 'police-lady' somewhere else, kid." He said, simply waving a hand in the air with his back turned as he walked off towards the rest of the festival. Although it may not have shown, setting off the past killed his mood. All he wanted to do now was enjoy everything this day had to offer without any more run ins with those god-damned Alchemists. He sighed and messed up his hair, putting on a fake mask of aloofness. "I need a drink..." he uttered out loud.
OOC :: Not my best, I do apologise.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 6:16 pm
_____________________________ Lucille ran kicking up dust under her feat hearing people yelling
after her as the distance between her and the raffle booth became
larger and larger. She bumped and shoved into rather many people
as they also yelled for her and called her morbid and obscene names
as she ran. As Lucille ran, she looked desperately for a place to
hide for either the crowd to die down and forget about the incidence
or possibly for the police to end their search. Coming to a clearing
with a group of trees, Lucille slammed her body against it as she
was catching her breath vigorously. Lucille lingered in the trees
for the sake of hiding, but also for the sake of basking under the
shade.
Before heading out back to the grounds she had thought many
times of going home for the sake of merely leaving. Or even go to
the shop as means of escaping the festival. She dearly hoped that
no one would remember her face as she came to the decision of
continuing on through with the celebration. After making such an
appearance, she would have to kill any embarrassment if she wanted
to get a silver ticket. After all, she was dedicated to get one this
year and if by getting so die if it were to be stolen or taken away
from her.
If you asked Lucille for the motives of why she would
want to go or attend, she couldn't be able to answer you since
she wasn't fully sure herself. Possibly it was the bright lights
or dresses made of cloth and lace that roped her in to the
high end of entertainment.
Lucille sighed as she picked herself up from the shaded ground
as she made her way back down to the fairgrounds. What am I even still doing here? She quickly blended into the crowd as she
walked at a mutual pace with the rest that trudged along the dirt
and beaten path. While walking she observed the many booths
that had already been set up and some beginning to open. Unable
to see some of the merchandise due to people in the way, she
approached tables on a bored whim. Clothing and other miscellaneous
things had caught her eye, but she decided to keep what money
she brought as it would either eventually be lost or ruined over the
years of use.
Continuing on her walking, playing and failing of games, and getting
slowly irritated of the heat she could see a familiar face at a nearby
booth. He began to walk away with a cool stride as Lucille tried
not to stare, but chances were he had already noticed. Her hair had
already made her stick out like a sore thumb so the chances were
already slim to begin with. She decided to go for it and strike up
conversation swallowing any nervous pride that she still had left
despite the other identity that she knew him by. When she reached
his side, she chimed, "Eh? The drunken man get his yet? I wouldn't
be surprised knowing who you are." Lucille cleared her throat as
it was most likely code that she weren't suppose to reveal who
he was much less imply that she purposefully stayed back to
hear what his name was let alone remember it.
「ＬＵＣＩＬＬＥ ＨＥＮＤＲＩＸ」Trinket Extraordinaire
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"Shut up! I'm seeing.. seeing.. Well, frankly,
I'm seeing an idiot alchemist walking into my shop.
Get out."
Hopefully one day my jokes of angst
and sorrow will mean more than pitiful words.
I'll make the perfect joke ruining all of your
thoughts and ambitions. The guild will slaughter
my shop, the alchemists burning my work
along with miscellaneous papers.
I'll defend the shop as that's what has
given me the true memories that always
tend to slip away as that's the last
fragment of reality I can hold dear.
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Haunting Paranoia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 4:31 pm
 ♕ ━┈┈━━┈┈━ People. People everywhere. So many that young Airiselka Mathil Ede felt like she could drown in them. She wasn't usually into this sort of thing, but the excitement and scent of frying food was intoxicating. Elka was eager to get into the the line for the raffle tickets she had been hearing about so much lately. It was true she had no idea what they were for, but everyone seemed so hyped to get them that they must be worth getting.
"Now, where is that line?" Elka muttered to herself, searching the crowd for the beginning of the line to receive the bits of paper that Elka and the rest of the city were so eager to get their hands on. "Oh dear." Elka said aloud when she realized the massive group of people she was standing with was the line itself, "This is what I get for being late." She groaned and craned her neck to see where the stand selling tickets was. The blondie huffed and folded her arms. This was going to take a while.
Airiselka resigned herself to bored, rambling thoughts and she inched forward with her fellow citizens. A flash of red hair and angry sounds swept by, with Elka willingly adding her own curse words to the mix. God, these people. There was more shoving and pushing and yelling and yelling until Elka had enough of it.
Forget this. Waiting until the line dies down would be the best course for today. Scrunching her face in distaste, the young woman began making her way out of the line. The sea of people had to end sometime. Elka pushed and shoved, men and women and children giving her angry looks as claustrophobia began to set in. She held her breath and moved quicker and quicker through the crowd, until she had finally reached the end of the horrible ocean of flesh. A sigh of relief escaped Airiselka's lips as she closed her eyes and let the comforting scent of hot food waft over her.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the familiar tint of red hair pass through her peripheral vision. Green eyes and a small body turned to see who had caused all the ruckus during her time in the line. Elka couldn't resist narrowing her eyes as she zeroed in on an intense-looking woman that didn't look much older than her. ━┈┈━━┈┈━ OOC: I'M SORRY I'M LATE.
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