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Alva had been sleeping when the summons came, but he hadn't protested or complained at the unusual request, simply donned his formal attire, made certain he was presentable and headed to the gathering number of his peers by the portal. Not so long ago he would scarcely have considered the other clans his peers, so strange and different from the traditions and ways he was used to. But things had changed so much these last few months - the world was shifting, and he refused to be left behind.

As he stepped through, he took in the sight of the room, the altar, the grand spectacle of Medea negotiating terms unknown. He didn't dwell on it, he was here to represent conquest, he would do what he had to, and commit it all to impeccable memory to recount in artistic ways when they came to inevitable victory.

As the chalice was handed around, he patiently awaited his turn, taking a dainty sip with the slightest break in his impassive expression to curl his lip. Sharing such an artifact with halloween denizens seemed somehow wrong - but Medea moved in mysterious ways. She followed paths others couldn't even begin to see.

He passed it on with a flourish of claws.

"Apparently we have no other choice," remarked Mengyao dryly, his own hand lifted to idly flap the fan in his fingers at his face. He tried to ignore the fact that they were standing in the midst of a group of...students...and instead turned his head to greet Lifen with a nod, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He pushed it aside, however, remaining as calm and aloof as ever, and his eyes flickered to the side, catching sight of the horseman who was looking their way. Mengyao did not recognize him, nor did he make a move to say hello, but he let his gaze linger for a few seconds, appraising him before his fingers subtly brushed against Lifen's, the gesture only noticeable by the horsewoman herself.



[ HP: 40/40
Target: N/A.
Damage: N/A. ]









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Jack's appearance made Sparrow relax - at least just a little, since it meant that there was someone here he could stand with. It was bad enough that he was leaving Wren behind for a dangerous mission - but now, at least, he could have someone to rely on.

And hopefully they would be able to keep each other from any...untimely...things.

"You doing all right?"



[ HP: 40/40
Target: N/A.
Damage: N/A. ]




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From behind Tybalt, there was a flap of wings and an arm that snaked around his neck.

"Tybalt, my good man, glad to see you're still alive and kicking."

He may or may not have added an actual kick in there, but Ren's words were only to reassure himself and less to be obnoxious. He didn't want to spend his time wallowing and wondering - so keeping his head clear and his tone light were the only ways he could manage to stay afloat.



[ HP: 50/50
Target: N/A.
Damage: N/A. ]

fire was normally bad.

Demi knew deep down inside that this was a bad, bad BAD idea. but everyone else was doing it.

"AHHH all this peer pressure!" he whined loudly before dropping into the ring of flames.
and fully expected to be a burnt to a crisp hellhound. there was no heat, no burn marks that Danny would laugh at. it was welcoming and bright. until the priestess led them all with him in tow to an area as she continued to explain, his ears rapt to listen to each syllable uttered.

If he was gong to jump through a ring of fire, he figured he would have to know just what he was doing it for. water that was so powerful and so sacred, and it was being shared with them, one at a time.

the power to heal, to fix and mend the broken and frail. immunity. it all seemed to him like a lot to gain, however there must be a cost to it. he didn't want to ask why such a power was hidden in these depths for so long in public, too many ears and yet everyone took a sip, one single sip as it was passed around, with all the indirect kisses that it contained along with it.

KISSING EVERYONE.
He flinched if only slightly when the cup was thrust into his own line of vision and he took a sip from a side that looked relativly untouched and passed it away on down the line of the remaining few. With the one sip he could feel it coursing through him, a strange feeling, and a sensation of heat by his hip.

He really hoped he wasn't going to get mold from this.

A timid gaze followed Aymet from the back of the locker room.

Shine didn't like doing anything by herself. It was tremendously lonely to journey out into the unknown without somebody to follow, without someone to look to when everything was particularly difficult to handle. Her stare was fixed on the dracolich as she jabbed careful holes into the wall with her claws, occupying her hands lest she be tempted to be the first to reach for that thing in the horsewoman's hands.

She had to be sure that he was going to do it. She had to know she wouldn't be alone.

He didn't keep her waiting. Her eyes grew wide as he took the cup before any of them, and she froze, afraid of what might become of him. There must be a good reason to trust a stranger like this...

Anxiously, she shuffled forward to take the cup from a ghoul she didn't recognize, pausing to stare into it, just briefly. Hands shaking, she brought it to her lips and took a tiny sip, making a face at the taste. Not nearly sweet enough.

Her eyes moved once more towards Aymet, expression inquisitive. What next? Were they really going through that door?

Tybalt's head shot up at the familiar voice, turning just in time to receive the kick.

"Ow--hey!"

Of course, Tybalt being Tybalt, refused to simply take the kick in good humor and instead returned it--with interest.

"Yeah I'm still around. Though I'm hardly alive." He reminded with a toothy grin. "Good to know you're around too. I'm guessing you've heard about the missing students then?" A dumb question, given the situation. Why else would he be here? "I think Mei's among the ones that were taken. I haven't seen her in days."

Zhiqiang was, for once, rather silent. He stood to the side with the other horsemen, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the chalice being passed around. Was this it? Were they finally going to exact revenge on the hunters? Gone was the conquest horseman's stupidity and humour, replaced instead by a dark look in his eyes. His fingers itched to summon his bow, to draw the string back and--no. No, not yet.

But soon, hopefully.

When the chalice reached him, he took a sip before passing it on to the next person.

All appearances were suddenly shed as Bacca's eyes practically sparkled as the petite girl bounced beside her sister, beaming energetically, "I'm so exciiiiiited I want to crush them, Nomi I want to feel their bones break under my foot I will make them rue the day they crossed our paths!! Oh it's going to be amazinggg~" She didn't want to sit and wait and be diplomatic. That was for stuffy Conquest crowds. "Do you think Queen Eiris will be here? Oh to fight beside her against humans can you imagine!" She practically fell to the ground and squirmed.

But no, she would be a good girl. She wold behave or her sister would brutally beat her to a writhing pulp and then she wouldn't get to fight anyone at all.


Bacca looks like this.

Seeing all these little marks showing up on everyone, she wondered where she herself had received one, and was not so surprised when a small spiral showed up where her collarbone met up, right over her chest. The soft glow was a little comforting, but she decided not to think about it too much.

"Do not fret so much, it's not like it will harm you." She chidded softly to Lan and Mengyao, like an older sister. It didn't take long for a soft smile to reflect off her face when she saw the tall Lord suppress his own, feeling a little silly, but at the same time, they needed to hear it, they were being childish. Her resolve sucked, though.

Lifen looked up and away from the two conquest nobles when she heard the unused voice of Soren, giving him a little nod as he joined her little group. The notion he had come out with made her scrinch her face up, though, looking around at the growing group around them. "I don't think anyone here would do that kind of thing." She murmured to the Death Clansman, before grinning a little. "I~ still feel fine." She finished, lifting herself up to look taller.

The soft feeling of her hand being brushed didn't go past her though, as she flickered a glance up at Mengyao softly, playing it off momentarily afterwards, lifting her other hand up and pointing to Soren. "Soren, this is Mengyao, a Noble like Lan. Mengyao, this is Soren, he's a Death Clansman." She introduced lightly. She wasn't certain if she should say much else on either of them, so this seemed fine enough.

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Tail swaying softly, Jack looked over to Sparrow again, hearing the reaper asking him about his state - whether it be mental or physical. He was admittedly a little cmofortable knowing that Tomoko was not around, or the lady that Sparrow had been smitten with. It seemed. . . foreboding.

"I have been better." He admitted, giving Sparrow a soft grin. He had to keep the spirits up. "Yourself?"

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