Puchen itched at her arm and sniffed. Her cold gaze, unlike the fire behind Schrad’s eyes, managed to miss eye contact with the other guests. There was a break in the monotony when Erilyn Awassi made their statement. Frivolous events – the so-called main event was a performance by none other than the songbird themself. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and started when a floppy horse face appeared in front of her.
The troll getting her attention appeared to be a child, even given the slightly advanced height offered by the ridiculous mask. She herself had deposited her own simple black mask on the table earlier. This was rather… Odd. Just a bit disturbing. Even more so was the fact that this young child considered her an idol even after the media smear job she had suffered. Puchen’s jaw clenched. A moment of dark thought pressed against her features before she relented. “Sure, kid.”
Puchen adjusted her coatsleeves and bent over to reach for the pen. She signed with a quick, whipping motion – her symbol elegant and dangerous, her name equally so even if it had lost its edge over the sweeps. It read in sharp scrawl: “Reach for the stars and don’t look back. Major Mapuye Puchen.”
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“Yes. Good.” Tamiya announced. Sarcel took her hand and Tamiya gave it a quick squeeze before sliding her fingers out of the grip, scraping down Sarcel’s palm and digits. It would have been a bizarre feeling had she not been wearing gloves – fortunately she was spared the sensation.
“We shall – oh, hello.” Tamiya blinked and came to a sudden stop. It took her a moment to recognize Eostre, but her blood color and attire was enough to tip her off. She seemed to be perfectly in sync with the party already. Unlike Sarcel’s hesitation and whatever was going on with Tamiya, this was Eostre’s element. It was apparent even now. Tamiya cleared her throat and straightened her back. The blueblood made her… Prickly. She could no longer identify the feelings she had for such a distinguished, capable but equally despicable troll. The witchcraft she’d spun on Odette was a mystery to her, and for that she still had unresolved feelings. And, like always, such feelings would not be spoken aloud. It was simply not the time. Tamiya resolved to continue to stew, compartmentalize and assume the worst. After all, it was best to be safe and paranoid than sorry. After an uncomfortably long time after Eostre had inquired about her hand, Tamiya interjected.
“I refused prosthesis. My articulated frond replacements are acceptable for now.” Tamiya explained. The healing process had been long and painful. Tamiya could sometimes feel the twitch of her missing fingers. Gripping was an unusual feeling, and missing three fingers was a woeful loss of sensation. Her expression remained flat and strong, however. She was quiet as Eostre reconnected with the other blueblood. So the two knew each other. Good. Or bad. It was a vote of character that Tamiya couldn’t depend on. She nodded.
“Of course you may join us. We are a fine ******** group of mirthful minstrels on this night, after all, in deep royal inksploot hues. Objections?” There really was no room for objections as Tamiya looked at Sarcel.
Aconan couldn't resist any longer. Schrad was no longer engaged in conversation with the orangeblood with the gold tooth - he had been distracted by another child, and she just. She couldn't resist! Forcing herself to walk calmly and smartly, rather than give into the urge to bound across and headbutt Sir affectionately, Aconan approached the fiery-gazed redblood, her own gaze bright and excited even through the narrowed eyeholes of her mask. Loupsus padded along slightly closer behind her as she approached the adult, ready to defend his charge if need be because trolls were unpredicatable and adults were much, much larger than his little one.
As she approached close enough it was obvious she was going to start a conversation, Aconan paused, temporarily struck dumb by being so close to the other. Then after a moment she shook herself fluidly, an animalistic movement that nontheless Aconan managed to look natural, and spoke.
"Sir! I wanted to ask you a question because I look up to you a lot. I have almost all your novellas and I've watched lots of your recruitment tapes and. Well. How did you get so good?"
Another pause, and Aconan's small fists clenched as she met Shishi's gaze, her own alit with the fire of fervent belief.
"Because I want to be at least that good. I want to serve the Empire and be the best hunterrorist ever."
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Whether it could have been worse or not, Sarcel still felt a little unnerved with the nature of the contact, the muffled sensation of the metal fingers ghosting along her hand. Then again, Sarcel was just unnerved in general. It was hard not to be; she swallowed her fear—or at least made a damn good attempt—as her gaze finally traveled from Tamiya's harsh stare down to her hand.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. It was hard to feel completely relaxed given Tamiya's eccentric... poise, but Sarcel at least felt less deterred now. She was supposed to be mingling with the upper crust, making connections, doing well and giving decent impressions, especially if she were to rise in rank someday. Of course, the purpleblood was only someone else her age, but still... she might be someone Sarcel would have to answer to in the future. Not to mention, presently, she was another metaphorical step forward when it came to mingling with them; her eyes slid over to Sir. Not that mingling with the rest of the group would be a bad thing.
Which was probably for the best. She perked when she heard a voice not wholly unfamiliar to her, eyes wide when she saw Eostre approaching, gaze darting back between the two as they made... rather careful small talk. She stood tense. So they knew each other? Eostre being here was proof of her loyalty to the crown after all. She squinted when she was addressed by the fellow blueblood, despite the friendly tone, Sarcel found it hard to hear it as anything but. Her encounter with Eostre in the swamp had been entirely unpleasant and still all too fresh in her mind.
"I could say the same for yourself," the words left her mouth quickly, without thought, without stutter, "I-I'm surprised." oh, there it was, never mind.
Her tone had been just as friendly. Despite Tamiya asking for grievances, and despite Sarcel having a few, she made no clear indication of them. "H-Highblood 'ought to s-stick together." she agreed, pleasant and subordinate.
"S-Shall we then?" She gave a tiny nod towards the bunch of celebrities, but not to any one of them in particular.
Mera listened as the diva spoke up. The queen was going to be here. Regina herself! Here! For real! First she had been sighted at the desert base during a speech, and what felt like such a short time later Mera would be in their ruler's presence again? And perhaps in a way that would mean some mingling? What a treat!
"Ah." Hemera looked up. As she snapped out of her thoughts, she was greeted by the sight of a redblood with a plumey mask. "Greetings. I'm Hemera Moachm, but I go by Mera. Alifax...that sounds like a pleasant name." She took his outstretched hand. There were a few lowbloods here, she noted. The adults of that group were distinctly military, just from looks alone, which was acceptable as anything. But if there were only colder bloods here, then wouldn't it just be a bloated 'high society' affair that would fuel complaints about the caste system? Pleasant dress told her this redblood had some amount of taste and means, anyway. "Are you excited for tonight's events?"
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Chiara Moteku xxxxxMoseying Chiara raised an eyebrow at Elidae. That girl was getting busy with her own connections. Well, best to leave that alone for now. First thing first was the the other "e" troll, Eridia. She was looking oddly forlorn. Obviously she needed Chiara's company now. "Well hey there Besty." Chiara said as she sauntered over to her purpleblooded friend. This time Chiara did not drape herself all over the highblood, even tho the temptation was high. She knew her friend was a little worse for wear, and this was a formal event. Best to keep the PDA low key.
Chiara did spot her idol Tamiya tho, and did a quick double take as the other purpleblood in her life walked in the door. That juggalo was elegant beyond words. Chiara was a little starstruck as she watched the teen purpleblood in her fine formal wear walk past without even noticing her. She would have to do her best to take this opportunity to make an impression on the juggalo later. At the moment, Eridia was the center of Chiara's attentions. "Do you need a drink my high-lady?" Chiara said, doing a silly bow of respect to her highblooded friend, giggling as she stood up.
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Tierte shuddered under her blanket, walking into the hall with Eostre. Her highblooded "moirail" hadn't been able to take it from her, although she had tried. Tierte kept an iron grip on her precious blanket, but eventually conceded to affixing fur to the top and wearing it like a cape. She kept the needle in her blanket, just in case. Being behind the murderblood, she'd merely muttered vague responses, busied with her own thoughts.
Until Eostre left suddenly, leaving her alone and out in the open. Panic set in, as she looked around the room. Highbloods everywhere, military officials, ADULTS. Way too many ******** highbloods, all ready to kill her! She looked down at her clothes, forced on her by Eostre. Tierte hated it all, the cute lynx mask that obscured her vision, the tight dress she'd been forced to wear, with no movement afforded to her by it. She'd cut long slits up the sides so her legs could move freely secretly when Eostre wasn't looking. The boots she wore, which were the only shoes she let be put on her feet, were uncomfortable and made her miss her bare feet, which were so much more agile and quiet.
But worst of all was her hair! She'd been dragged to a horrible death-salon in murdercity, where they doused her and used daggers to tear her hair apart, nearly scalping her in the process! They had called it "brushing", but she knew it was some horrifying and deadly attempt made on her life. Tierte had made enough of a fuss they gave up on the attack, and did what they could to "braid" her hair. Although she found she sort of liked the braid (it was like a rope!), and wondered if she could get it long enough to be used as an impromptu weapon. Overall, she scowled and wondered if the outfit was purposely made to be impossible to escape in, with how restricting and loud it was.
Still, she had to stay here for a reason. Clutching the side of her lusus, she put her face into Lynxmom's fur and breathed deep. At least she was here to help protect her from all of the vicious and horrible highbloods here. Silently, she motioned to her lusus to edge toward a table where they could hide, while the greenblood Erilyn gave their speech. What a perfect chance! The two scooted towards the table and Tierte breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could truly hide, she had to listen for any... "danger words". Signs from the highbloods that it was time to continue on and leave. The sooner, the better. She knew as long as she did was she was supposed to, there was no reason for them to kill her... yet.
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Her train of thoughts halted as Chaira spoke. Besty? Eridia was confused. Was she trying to make her feel better? The child observed her as the other bowed. That was... nice...
...And weird. The lowblood wasn't particularly horrible but, they did have similar ways to tease and push each others buttons. The highblood chuckled, slightly shaking her head as Chiara giggled. Yet although she laughed the feeling still remained in her pump biscuit.
"Ah yes," She said in her refined tone. "A drink would be nice." She snorted yet her lusus looked at her unfavorably.
My dear, refrain yourself from snorting and fix your posture. You are slouching.
She sighed and did as told. Eridia folded her arms and looked at Chiara. "Thought you'd start mingling by now. Miiiight wanna get that done Chiara, though this isn't excaaaactly an exclusive highblood party."She shrugged, yet she had a point. Why invite lowblooded trolls to an auction gala? They didn't even have the income to purchase the majority. And by the looks of the host, the hive, their exquisiteness... surely those guests were going to leave empty handed. Her eyes trailed towards Elidae and... Tigwyn?
She was mingling with him?
"Ugh can't beliiiieve her... Talking to him and actin' all cute. EW."The nerves of some trolls. Eridia rolled her eyes and focused on something else. The child saw a strange but familiar shade of green from a distance. "Trying to be fashionably late? Puh-leas!" She shouted at him, looking at the troll rather disdainful. Her attention though focused on something else...
A flash of red caught her attention. Oh how she loathed the color. Yet the troll herself seemed easy to bother, and what better way to brighten up her spirits! She looked at her for a few, how she avoid others. It was amazing how they invited trolls like her.
"Hey,"Eridia nudged Chiara so she'd notice the redblood. "Kid seems... easy to pick on. Sooo wanna go towards her." She smirked and waved her hand at the redblood to get her attention.
"But bothering won't cut it right? I mean, this is a ball after all and we should... She looked at the blue blood's bag. She could help but wonder its contents.
"I presume you brought that bag of yours to make aaaany boring event interesting..." Now she seemed a bit like her old self. Eridia took her mask off to face Chiara with a daringly smirk. She stood on her tiptoes and her arms were folded on her back. "...Or... Ruin the most marvelous events."
The purpleblood stepped back and put on her mask again. "Juuust my interpretation of it~!" She laughed once more, battering her hand as if she was kidding. Now she rubbed her hands rather evil.
"Wanna make this night fun? Then let's make a bet my friend. Maybe a "who-gets-the-most-interactions" kinda thin' or somethin'."
As he feared, the young troll had made it in just in time to hear the last bit of the opening speech when something else caught his ear. Like a solitary nail on a chalkboard, Eridia's voice pierced the hubbub. Hazmas stifled a groan and scowled from behind his mask. Of course she'd be here. With all the high bloods and prestigious figures, where else would she be?
"Hey, fashion's the name of the game, isn't it?" he called back, his voice slightly muffled by his mask. He paused when he saw another familiar figure. It sure looked like her, though with everyone moving around he couldn't be sure.
'Could be Chiara,' he thought, watching her as he followed the flow of the crowd. With that lapse in vigilance, the young greenblood collided with a table where another troll in a fur-trimmed cape was sitting.
"Ack!" he yelped, quickly bracing himself against the table so as not to fall. Machim let out an amused hoot, earning a mild scowl from her charge. Straightening up, Hazmas looked over at the other kid he'd probably disturbed.
"Sorry 'bout that," he said, brushing off his waist coat. "Didn't startle you, did I?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 5:36 am
[+] Kursha Vidari
A short while after Erilyn Awassi had addressed their guests, a tall, greenblooded troll with a long mane of hair gathered up in a bushy ponytail entered the dining block, escorted by one of the many serving drones. A gentle clink from the spurs on their boots marked their every step. The tails of a duster flapped behind them. Removing their hat (a wide brimmed gambler hat) and coat, the greenblood passed the garments to the drone, and sent them on their way. Then they turned to observe the guests, the pupils in the eye-holes of their mask alternating between circles and crosshairs.
Kursha of course had taken the definition of “nice” to suit his personal tastes. To be fair, he had refrained from wearing his usual attire in exchange for something a more formal. After all, for the first time in several sweeps he wore a button down shirt. He did however have a... certain Spaghetti flair to his outfit; The gambler hat, duster, and boots were not the only ones. He also wore a bolo tie and a belt with a prominent buckle. Nor had his vest or pants escaped Western influence. The hem of his collar, and the sides of his slacks were adorned with patterned embroidery. Only his mask seemed to have been spared. A simple black piece, it was large enough that it covered his cheekbones and concealed his tattoos.
Examination of the room complete, Kursha bit back his disappointment. There had been no sign of the empress. Mask or no, he felt that he would recognise her the second he laid eyes on her. She had certain way of carrying herself that was impossible to mistake. There was also her ludicrous disguises to consider. While easily recogniseable, he wondered whether she would show up to the event one, if she showed up at all. That would set the tone for evening.
Even without Regina, there were a few other interesting faces scattered around the dining block. One, Mapuye Puchen, made him suck his breath in through his teeth. Following her embarrassing line-up at Old Hemisect she had disappeared from the public eye, and Kursha had nearly forgotten about her. They may have been playing for same team now, but that changed nothing. He still owed her payback for that needle she had put in his arm. This however was neither the time nor the place for a fight... even if he did have a combat knife waiting inside his boot.
A few other faces looked familiar, though due to the masks and ridiculous costumes, Kursha was unsure. Then there were all the others, a smattering of adults, and a even a few kids. More than a few kids. A whole flock of them. He counted. A redblood, a yellowblood, a blueblood, and purpleblood all clustered together. An interesting combination.
Folding his arms, Kursha watched the scene between them unfold. It might have been wiser to mingle with the adults, but for the present the kids made for easy entertainment (it certainly wasn't that he was intimidated). As he watched them though, a thought occurred to him. Maybe...
No, that was highly unlikely.
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Schrad had been irritably eyeing the first kid to come interrupt her conversation, her usual squint getting even narrower. As the second child approached, it closed further into a thin slit. Folding her arms, she examined the child with a long, cool look. "Mmm." The woman's greeting was anything but friendly, and it was clear she wasn't at this party to chat up any potential fans. Nevertheless, she turned back to Aconan and supplied an answer to the question asked. "Don't be stupid."
Glancing over at the other child, she considered how likely they would have been to be interrupted if they were the puffed up purpleblood. Not very, if she was any judge. Hemo injustice strikes again. Glancing back down to Aconan, she offered more encouraging and friendly advice. "Don't get your hopes up though. Who knows when we're going to be getting off this planet again - if ever. You'll probably spend all your service running around taking care of bratty little wigglers."
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 10:06 am
Chiara Moteku xxxxxMoseying Chiara grinned and ground her teeth in excitement. "You are so on." She whispered in Eridia's ear and turned right around. Eridia was so loud about it tho, there was power in subterfuge. Chiara intended to prove it. She scanned the crowd, she had seen Hazmas's wave. She would have to go poke his nose later to make sure he knew what was what. Her eyes alighted upon a troll that brought a nice blue flush to her cheeks. Things had been so intense during the last battle she had never had time to formally introduce herself to this particular troll.
Now was the time to pounce.
Chiara strode up to Kursha, her confident, sneaky grin on her face. "Commander." The blueblood child said with a curtsy. "I am so pleased to finally get to meet you." Chiara batted her eye lashes for good measure. He really was quite the handsome commander up close.
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Eostre glanced down at the frond attachments on Tamiya's fingers and nodded politely. "How... dedicated." She placed her hand gently on Tamiya's wide sleeves, feeling the shape of the purpleblood's arm underneath with a smile. She trailed her gloved fingers for a moment before looking back at Tamiya, eyelashes aflutter. "It's good to see you in a... mirthful mood," Eostre said generously. Had she ever seen the purpleblood looking anything but disgruntled, if outright in the middle of a mental meltdown? Hm. Still, she'd have to appreciate the usage of mirthful, like all the juggalos do.
She brushed off Sarcel's comment. "Fair enough, darling. I'd seen better nights. Like this one,"she said, using her free hand to gesture around loosely and laugh. A short, quick laugh. The other blueblood agreed that there was no problem with her joining them, and she grinned."Wonderful! Then it's settled. The three of us shall have a fabulous time together, won't we? Absolutely us highbloods should stick together, especially at exclusive parties." She linked her arm with Tamiya, enjoying herself, and the discomfort that was positively radiating from the two highbloods. Her new... besties for the evening!
Following where Sarcel nodded to, she saw the conversing adults."Oh my, isn't it exciting to have so many famous adults here?" Eostre said, although she wasn't particularly interested in any aside from Gerard and Erilyn, for personal reasons. But she saw that redblood officer... "I wonder if Sir supports those lowblood privilege movements? They certainly seem to support her, after all," she said with a laugh, adjusting her mask and looking around at the other patrons of the party, which included several lowbloods. And so many children. But if she was going to gossip... "You know, I hear from some of my fellow socialites that Mr. Rutven's got some scandalous activities going on himself. There's quite a few stories that get tossed around..."
Eostre eyed Gerard Rutven, and wondered if she should talk to him. She could ask about the hot gossip surrounding him and see if there was any truth to the accusations of illicit romance with disgraced military officers, or the beetles he slips from private accounts for unknown purposes... Although that was fairly wild, and he probably wouldn't answer such questions. He seemed a bit busy talking to Comedi, some juggalo propaganda minister.
"But of course, I can just tell you two are dying to talk to some celebrities, so why don't we go,"she said, keeping her tone amicable and pleasant. They could find tables when they were done greeting whoever they wanted to talk to.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 3:35 pm
Alifax wasn't sure whether he'd just made a mistake, but at least he'd gotten started. Did highbloods really judge each other on the quality of their names, or was this person somehow more pretentious than Frossa? And yet perhaps she was merely trying to flatter him. "The same to you, Ms. Moachm," he answered, figuring he could follow her lead if anything. Was it rude to eschew her nickname? They'd only just met. If only he'd spent time asking Frossa about highblood etiquette...
Then again, in Frossa's case etiquette usually meant steamrolling over her conversational partner. She was highblooded enough that it generally didn't matter, after all. And Alifax hadn't really expected to be put in this position without her to conveniently talk over him. It was stupid, how well they worked together...
Well. Moachm had asked a question, hadn't she?
The answer was a very blunt no, but Alifax was socially conscious enough to not immediately blurt it out. "It's interesting to see all these faces gathered here," he conceded. He couldn't say he'd expected some of them, because, well - he didn't even know who some of those adults were. Actually, that might be where he'd be best advised, if he wanted to get any information out of this troll as to who the hell some of those celebrities were. "But I must confess I only recognize Puchen and Schrad myself." There. An admission of weakness that still made it, Alifax thought, fairly clear that he at least followed along when it came to military politics, if for no reason other than to preserve his own hide. Not that she had any way of figuring that out, of course. And the statement was even mostly true. Hah.
Probably the bigger question was why the gala lacked any more, uh, important members of the military, though.
Gl!tch~
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Suddenly, the sensation of Eostre’s touch made Tamiya start. She blinked rapidly for a moment before feeling the silky feeling recede. Tamiya sniffed a bit through her nose. She looked down and her eyebrows raised at the warm display of affection coming from this much smaller blueblood. This was unusual. She was, of course, appreciated and enjoyed by many. That was without a doubt. What was there to dislike? However, this was quite different. Eostre’s manner was a far cry from her forceful and efficient façade in the swamp. She was soft and flirty, filled up with praise and with long eyelashes fluttering. Much like Odette – without the fragility.
Eostre shared her gratitude at Tamiya’s demeanor – yet another nicety. She was not so pleasant to the blueblood known as Sarcel Cincil.
Tamiya’s shoulder’s straightened. Now she understood what was happening. This perky little minx was some kind of special magic. Skills and subtleties that Tamiya didn’t understand were chalked up to being techniques used by trolls who – unbeknownst to her – she also didn’t understand. She couldn’t figure out Odette or Eostre. Previously she’d assumed that Eostre was conspiring to steal away Odette. Now it was clear. The two were co-conspirators. They played the same game, and to what end? The only thing the purpleblood knew for sure was that she was often (perhaps singularly, but more investigation was required) the target of their miraculous and sumptuous glances. Their flirtations did not go unnoticed. Tamiya cleared her throat and felt her tense fingers relaxing. She was very desirable. It couldn’t be helped if Eostre wanted her, but she had business to attend to and a fellow brother to praise at this moment. It was a relief when the fancy blueblood suggested that they take their conversation to the colorful celebrities nearby.
“Of course. Yes.” She flashed a thin-lipped smile to Eostre and Sarcel. Tamiya hesitated only for a moment. She was clearly starstruck by the extravagant juggalo before her. Keep it simple, Aiguma. She parted briefly from her companions to step up to Comedi and offered a quick bow.
“Brother Comedi! I am… Overwhelmed with gaiety to be in your presence! It is a ******** honor, your capriciousness!”
