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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:13 pm
"I can't seem to find any meat," She stated, "I know fruits and vegetables are good and all but," Melethia paused. What was that noise she heard? It sounded a bit like crying. She looked around the place. Where was it coming from? After a quick 360 spin, she thought for a bit. She then looked at what Isadora was holding.
"Ok what is going on here?" She thought, "What does she have hiding?"
"I was going to say the fruits and vegetables are good but I would like some meat." She stated, "But now, I'm wondering what do you have hiding there? Cause I can hear a small crying sound. Did something get in here?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:18 pm
Dietrich was just absolutely insufferable at times! And in front of women, no less! Why, if it wasn't for his kind nature, he'd have discarded the axeman like some sort of used napkin by now. But, he was too nice to verbally flay the man for his shortcomings, especially since they'd been friends, or at least acquaintances, for the longest time. Granted, there were times when Arashe wanted to smack the boy upside the head, for sure. And while this was one of them, a certain someone came by that made it all unnecessary: Lady Ayra.
"...you just have no concept of formalities, do you, Dietrich...?" the man said, very much aware that the speaker wouldn't hear a word of what he just uttered. Arashe simply smiled as he waited for what would likely be a thrashing of epic proportions, especially if Lady Ayra was involved in disciplining her grandchild.
(( Crap post is crap~! ))
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:23 pm
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"W-well.. maybe not a daddy, but... eh.. heh" Abel chuckled a little, not really knowing what else to say. After a slight awkward silence, he looked up and saw Amara run off. "H-hey! Don't run off so suddenly! Amaraa! Gah!" He started to chase after, then turned back to Akihi. "Sorry, I'll go get her!" He then continued to chase after her. "Amaaaraaaa!"
After working through the maze of people, nearly knocking over about five or so guests, two servants and one guard, (which was weird, because the guards are lining the walls, and nowhere in Abel's pathway) he finally spotted Amara skipping out onto the balcony. Before the guards could close the glass doors behind her, Abel swooped through. He took a moment to catch his breath, before calling out to her. "Hey... you know better than to run off without asking or telling somebody where you're going. You'd worry your mother like crazy!" He looked over to where she was. She was at the railing, looking up, as stars started to show, while the sun began to set. He walked over to her, and smiled. "...Pretty, huh?" He spotted a black dot in the distance, but couldn't tell what it was, so he ignored it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:32 pm
Sophia’s heels clicked lightly against the tile, barely making a sound when compared to the bustling of the hall. It was good things were going well, at least thus far, perhaps a little too well. Something always went wrong when things seemed to be going well, but Sophia would worry about that if and when it occurred. Her fingers clenched the soft smooth fabric of the shawl as she pulled it tighter against her body. Having been fairly busy for most of the day helping with preparations she hadn’t got much in terms of food, and she was starting to feel pangs of hunger finally. It wouldn’t do her good to continue to deny her body, so when she could she would wander over into the main group of party goers and snatch up some food for herself.
“Eep,” Sophia yelped softly as she recoiled from the sudden cold sensation against her cheek. Her hand instinctively rose to her cheek and gently rubbed at it to make it warm once again. “Oh… L-lord Ephraim,” she said as her head dipped down in a polite bow of sorts. Though she knew many people had been invited to the party, she didn’t know who all would attend, or who she would run into. “Are... you enjoying yourself thus far?”
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:32 pm
"Well, there's some in the kitchen. However, no need to worry. We have servers serving the food around and there's a buffet to eat. I'm sure Tibarn made plenty of food, both meat and vegetarians." Isadora replied.
That was an odd question to ask. Surely, they couldn't ran out of food that quickly. After all, the paladin had rarely seen the Hawk King for nearly a month before the party began. She knew very well that Tibarn had slaved himself in the kitchen to make sure that all the food were prepared and well for the party. How could she had missed it so easily?
Suddenly, the paladin heard a muffle. She would have her cheeks turn pink by the sound of it, but she kept her composure. She didn't want to cause a problem in the party. There was already enough.
Just then, she heard a noise. It sounded like it came from the kitchen. Isadora heard pots and pan banging from the kitchen as well as yelling and cursing. The paladin frowned. It looked like the kitchen was occupied too. Now, how would she get it out?
She then heard Melethia talked, asking her about what was she hiding. Oh, no. This was not good.
"Hiding? I have nothing to hide." The paladin lied. "In fact, the only cry I hear right now is coming from the kitchen."
Right on cue, there was a battle cry from the kitchen. The paladin wondered what was going on. However, she had to get out of the mess ASAP!
"Something get in here? There's nothing but guests coming in." Isadora gave a short chuckled. "Melethia, you don't need to worry about it. Just relax and enjoy the party. I'm sure you will find some meat on the buffet counter. Now, if you excuse me, I have to take the tray of bones to the dump. We don't want a dirty party, do we?"
Whatever Melethia tried to speak, the paladin didn't hear it. Isadora just turned and walked quickly to the kitchen despite that she didn't want to enter and see what the problem was. However, she had no other choice. If she went somewhere else, she was sure that someone would find her suspicious.
Out of the pan and into the fire. Isadora thought grimly as she entered the kitchen. But once she entered it, something smacked her in the face.
What smacked her was a large meatball. By that force, it knocked the paladin to move backward and out of the kitchen. But not before she dropped the platter and bowl, allowing the creature freed in the kitchen.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:45 pm
Ephraim couldn't help but smile at her reaction. It was somewhat..expected, and he should have expected something so simple. He gave a small head gesture and handed the glass to her, following her to the buffet table, where her original target was..the food. Not that he minded at all, Ephraim himself was hungry but he had been wandering around the party itself and completly ignored his own stomach.
"It has only begun, but I'm sure it'll be more fun now that your here too" Did he just say that? Yes, yes he did. The whole point of him coming wasn't just to see everyone once more. Sure he missed everyone, he wanted to get to talk to them once more, hopefully interact with some others whom he didn't actually get a chance to. It'd been a while since he'd seen or talked to Sophia as well and..well hell, he looks for her every time there's a gathering and he either succeeds, or fails. "How about yourself?" Ephraim asked, picking a dinner roll from one of the bread baskets. He didn't actually begin to eat it though. "You seemed to have been busy if I had just spotted you over here moments ago"
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:55 pm
"Hm...I must not have spotted it." She said. After she heard the noise from the kitchen, Melethia knew it was best for her to leave and not be in the crossfire. Then she did a facepalm.
"Duh," She thought, "I can use my nose to smell the meat." So She sniffed the air a little bit. She smelled meat, but she smelled something else.
"That's odd." She mummbled, "Why would someone have that at a party like this?" She kept that in mind as she went to a buffet table and grabbed some meat to eat. She smiled. Melethia was getting the meat she wanted. Guess she just didn't look hard enough the first time for the meat.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:55 pm
The sun could be seen setting over the western mountains of Learania, a faint glimmer of light barely showing over their peaks. Vika, cursed with the typical poor avian laguz night vision, carried with her a brightly-lit torch to illuminate the path she took from the mountains to the castle square. She strode about in silence, the light of the torch brightly beaming off of the golden mask upon her face.
The castle square was decorated with many festive lights, all leading the way up to the exquisite palace that was Eyris Castle. Streets were deserted, the usual goers likely within the castle ballroom partaking in the festivities. It was well known that the diplomat of Adliana would be visiting, and a party would be thrown in the honor of his visit. Vika wasn't very fond of parties. But tonight she wasn't here for the party.
She was here for blood. And it didn't matter whose she got as long as she got it.
Approaching the great castle doors, she spied numerous guards stationed at the doors. Understandable; with such an influential character inside, it would be unfortunate if anything were to go wrong. Naturally, that had to be the intention. She slowly walked up to the castle, clutching her torch, and paused before the guards. They all stiffened at her approach, eyeing her cautiously. Vika hesitated a moment, almost as though she were listening to orders, then let out an agonized scream as she fell to her knees, clutching her stomach with one hand as she did. The other hand fell to her side, still holding the burning torch.
Guards ran to her aid, urging pleas for her safety and health. Vika kept screaming, rocking in place as they all gathered around her. Soon, the lot of guards watching the door had gathered around her, wondering what was ailing the poor girl. And then, Vika struck.
She stood up quickly and lashed out with the torch, swinging it in a wide circle among the gathered guards. Three were set aflame, and the others had rushed at the raven in order to subdue the assailant. She was too quick for them; grabbing a dropped rapier, she dropped the torch and jumped, taking flight and swooping out of the reach of the guards. She dove towards the castle doors, and, quickly kicking the latches holding the doors in place as she landed, made her way inside the castle as the doors closed and locked the guards out.
The murmur of music and chatter were quite audible ahead, and Vika paced through the castle hallways uninterrupted as she sought the room in question. Fortunately, it was not hard to find, as many signs were placed leading the public to the ballroom. That was good. Vika needed people. She needed one person for her mission. It would have been preferable if the person was willing, but Vika knew that probably wouldn't be the case. She couldn't easily obtain her folly transformed - that was the purpose of the rapier. And so she strode, unannounced, her clothes slightly singed and the mask perched upon her face, into the ballroom. She paused, looking over the partygoers.
Which would she choose?
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:59 pm
Roy cursed his mistake silently, realizing who was around him. He should have known better than to use his father's name around his mother! The last time he had even mentioned his name was back at the incident with the Heroes, and his mother clearly suffered from shock concerning that. When the hell would he learn his mistake and not bring up that name?
Sure enough, it wasn't even a few minutes later when his mother had fallen to her knees, tears streaming down her face. His arms shot out to catch his mother, but he was a moment too late. He sighed wearily. Once again...it was his fault. He was a horrible son for making his poor mother cry. Sometimes he wondered if he was the cause of all the pain she was having, even when he was just a child.
"Sorry Mother..." he muttered, his eyes hidden behind his flaming hair.
He passed the staff for one of his Uncles to hold (it didn't matter which one, as long as one of them held it) before he knelt next to the dragon dancer. He tried to think of a way to move his mother to somewhere she could rest without making the carry seem awkward or bring her any more pain. But even so...she probably did not need or want his help and would probably continue to say she was alright. But that would only bring more pain to her. And the pain would be doubled for the young lord, having to watch his mother struggle with her wounds and suffer. He wanted to help, but she would probably just deny the pain even more.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:00 pm
...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...[ X ][ O ]Blossom[ O ][ X ] →Blossom didn't really have much time to ask Arashe anything else, because at that point, the unfamiliar black-haired man had said something--Blossom didn't catch what it was, but it must have been bad, because the pink-haired woman seemed to positively fall apart. Blossom flinched heavily as she shrieked and her glass crashed into the man's face; she ducked behind Arashe, one hand against his jacket, the other cradling her own glass bottle close to her chest for protection. She didn't comment on his behavior, she just stared with wide blue-grey eyes.
"...Ayra? Miss Ayra is your--what?!" Blossom demanded, eyes growing more astonished with this development. She looked up to Arashe for confirmation, then stepped away from his back, now standing next to the regal blonde.
"I... should I go?" Blossom questioned. She took a step away from Arashe. She glanced around the room again, noticing a new arrival that looked eerily familiar, but her eyes were already moving back to the tension forming at the triangle formation of Arashe, this "Dietrich" fellow, and Ayra. Her eyes went back to the door. The mask was entirely unfamiliar, but she couldn't bring a name to her lips. When she realized as the seconds passed that she was staring, she immediately turned back to Arashe.
"R-Really. I can just talk to someone else if you're... uhm, busy handling your... friend?" Blossom smiled sheepishly. "Is he even your friend, really? He seems too... too..." Blossom struggled to find the right word that wasn't blatantly insulting. "...Different from you to have that kind of familiarity."← You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:13 pm
A hush over the crowd.
The mage silently raised his head, wine still sweet upon his lips as the quiet steadily surged from the entrance all the way to his secluded corner. Under normal circumstances, another guest would have drawn no attention, no concern. But the raven's weapon was clearly drawn and the faint aroma of smoke did not encourage any ease.
He observed in mute apathy as the partygoers cast their eyes toward their guest. Some bore expressions of illness, some irritation that they had been so rudely interrupted. Some did not appear to pay any attention until they too became aware of the quiet, of the critical yet somehow lost look that glazed over the laguz's ornament. The reflection of the great hall was clearly warped in the shimmering surface of that mask.
He stared toward the raven from his corner. She was here — and at the same time, not. And that meant she was here to claim her purpose.
Soren raised his glass as though toasting to the masked herald. A partygoer slowly shifted by, obscuring the mage from all field of vision for a mere second. And when the stranger moved away, all that remained was Fa, sleeping soundly in that chair as though she'd been alone all along, as though the Branded researcher had never been there. No imprints. No trail. No wine glass, no shadow.
He was gone...
May I have your attention, please! Tonight marks a very special occasion. As you are well aware of, the trees have begun to wither, shedding their leaves in a delightful display of fiery raiments. Our crops have begun to burst with bountiful yield, our drinks as aged as the most ancient of seasons! Tonight we welcome a sacred spirit at our doorstep. Tonight we are visited by the messengers of the gods whom govern the dark year, the gods whom we pay tribute to in a vain attempt to purchase their mercy. Ladies and gentlemen, I offer a toast! A toast to the Autumn! A toast to Suffering! Hear ye, one and all, we toast tonight to the Blood Harvest...!
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:18 pm
"Crooked? Well, it wasn't easy, certainly," Charice replied to Leon, looking a bit annoyed. "It's not like the entire country was brigands and thieves, however. We DID have settlements here and there. We just..." she shrugged. "Lack of water means sparse populations, or-or something.
To be fair... I haven't missed my country, though," she conceded. "It's not like we have any major national spirit. We were just a vast, loose collection of desert towns that sprung up wherever they could. I just miss the people I left behind. I haven't been able to see them in years... what the..."
She turned toward the doorway, frowning. She'd heard the party quiet down, and as she turned to look, she noticed that the partygoers were looking towards the entryway. Why exactly were they doing that? What, exactly, was so fascinating?
"Please excuse me a minute," she said, starting to stride through the crowd, pushing aside this noble or that to get a better look at who (or WHAT) was so interesting.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:19 pm
Now I'm stuck here But I don't belong here  ~Ninian~"It's okay. It's okay. I'm okay. Everything's okay. It's okay," Ninian murmured over and over, trying to fight the tears. It was her own stupid fault for being this way. She thought that name wouldn't affect her anymore, but . . . Obviously, she was wrong. And it was her own fault.
"It's okay," she said a little louder in response to Roy. She reached out a hand, searching for his. "I--I just need to sit down for a while." Her knees throbbed; there was no way she could stand on her own. "Can--can you help me up?" she asked, wincing slightly at the suddenly bright light caused by having clamped her eyes shut.
"My head hurts. . . ." I wanna be where you are Maybe I'm not so far from home
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:22 pm
Melethia stopped at midbite to see why everyone was so silent. Something was wrong. She looked at the doorway along with everyone else. She swallowed what she had in her mouth. She was confused and at the same time uneasy.
"Something bad is about to happen." She mummbled. She instictly went for where she usually put her tome, but remembered she didn't bring one cause it was a fancy party.
"I need to remember to bring tomes EVERYWHERE I go." She said to herself, "This is the 2nd time in about a months time I don't bring it and I need it or at least I think I'm going to need it."
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:27 pm
"...Mom? Kid, you must be drunker than you look, if you think I'm your mom. Now shut up." Crossing her arms and glaring at him like he was dumber than a slab of meat, Ayra cuffed him roughly on the side of his head as she heard him mumble like an idiot and correct himself. Whoever this upstart brat was, clearly no one taught him proper drunken etiquette! No matter how piss drunk a man got, making a woman cry like that was simply uncalled for.
Goddess forbid if he was some kind of fetishist in older women, the little creep. Still, though, she took a cocktail napkin and helped clean him up. At the very least, it was her duty as Crew to make sure that all of the guests were taken care of, down to the dirty little cretins like this one that seemed all too happy to prey on the feelings of women. Oh, well. If he tried to get fresh with her, she'd have a thing or two to tell him with her fists.
Who just made a woman--
GRANNY?
Without a thought- quite literally- her fist had slammed into the side of his face from the sheer shock of it all. Her body had been conditioned to react immediately when faced with shock, as it was always better to act, rather than to freeze. Of course, Dietrich would be more than happy to disagree with the notion, seeing as her fist was ringing with pain and the sound of her hand slamming into his cheek still rang in her ears.
"Granny Ayra? Just who the hell are you, kid?"
The word 'Granny' struck her like a ton of bricks, and she suddenly realized why he had called her 'mom'.
Immediately, flashes of hair dark as hers and the looking up of two gray eyes told her everything she needed to know. She reeled back as if struck, and looked to Arashe for some semblance of confirmation. Surely he didn't think ******** interruption made her mood no better. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and though she knew the faces, her eyebrow lifted carefully at the sight of a weapon in the laguz's hand.
Married to a king of beasts, she knew well enough that no such thing should be there. She kept her mouth shut, for once, and did not react when Soren raised his glass to salute the woman. ...Surely it was all right, if the tactician was at ease.
Ayra toasted to no one.
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