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 Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 7:52 pm
 Baroness Youkimi Kai
Living today without a way
To understand the weight of the world
She listened to the request and at the same time felt both the possibility of it and the logic in the idea. A road that travels theough the nations would increase commerce significantly. She only saw good points to the idea. The only downside of the idea, that she could fathom, was whether or not she could get in contact with the queen of Ethe.
They operated in very different circles..... but, that said.... it was possible, wasn't it? On that note, how much of the royal family had survived the blast? Why hadn't she heard from them? She wanted to believe that they worried about her country as much as she....
Her thoughts paused at the peak of a dangerous slope when she felt the contact with her hand. She wasn't used to contact when she didn't expect it. It never failed to startle her. She calmed down as she processed the new offer. A member of the council?
"I would direct all my effort and energy to the people, if my voice was wanted." She affirmed quietly. "But I cannot promise the cooperation of the royal family, as I haven't heard from them since the mountai spat fire..."
OoC:
Once my heart beat to the
Rhythm of the falling snow
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 1:26 am
Company:: Lady Kai, with Athena and Dixon nearby Clothing:: DisguiseFeeling:: Happy then slightly saddened Condition:: Healthy Location:: Outside The Silver Sawn Currency:: 859¢ EC Items:: DyrnwynOOC::  Prince Roland Leoharz Bellris He could tell by Lady Kai's eyes that she was weighing out a number of things in her mind. There was the pros of joining such power but there were also consequences that might be unseen. Her body reacting to his touch did slightly dim his heart for he thought it was her way of retracting even thinking about joining but soon she calmed herself, and with it coming her words which made his heart soar. His arms found themselves wrapping over the lady with delight and quickly thanked the lady for accepting the chance. "I don't expect a miracle from you but hearing you speak with an open heart assures me we've chosen a good person for both our people."His arms slip away and the bright eyed prince then humbly bows to the lady Kai, the newest member to the council. "I, Prince Roland of Bellris, welcome you Lady Kai to our high council. Let us work together from here on in and build towards a brighter future." While he was excited to have the newest member added his ears did happen to hear the tones of Athena's voice. He knows her sounds very well, quite attached to the woman since their chance meeting, but the sounds of her voice right now dragged his attention away from the lady and over to Dixon whose own sounds called to his better nature. "M'lady...she we join them?" He didn't want to be the one to reach the tough man first for a moment like this was delicate. Roland knew nothing of Dixon and having a stranger of a man comfort another might not yield the best results. Only if Kai would lead would Roland follow and aid in however he could to calm the man whose heart was obviously hurting.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 3:25 pm
✺Forgotten Son He wiped his nose on his sleeve. So embarrassing! He hadn't cried in so long; not that he wasn't sad, just that, well, after a time it became fun to entertain the theory he might have burned up all his tears before they came out...
"Thank you," he said with a softly broken voice, barely managing to look over to Athena. She held his arm, and that support in that moment felt like the only thing keeping him anchored.
"No, no... It wasn't you. I just," He chuckled softly to himself, looking away briefly. "I just had too much to drink. Got sentimental. Forgive me, please?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 3:37 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◆Outfit Check here for changes ◆Location Silver Swan ◆Company Roland, Lady Kai, and Dixon ◆Mood A little nervous, but content and happy ◆Out of crackers ...Athena gave a small smile when he thanked her before explaining himself. "There is nothing to forgive, you were clearly in need of shedding tears and that is nothing to be ashamed of." She replied in a gentle tone before giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. "Being able to cry as a man, only makes you appear stronger in my books. It shows you have a heart that may need cared for and mended. Never be ashamed of shedding tears." She added with a warm smile before looking over to Roland and Lady Kai to see how their talk was going.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 4:36 pm
Baroness Youkimi Kai
Living today without a way
To understand the weight of the world
Random hug. Excitement from his highness. Youkimi's mind struggled to process this, but fortunately enough, the embrace only lasted a moment. He welcomed her to the council, to another layer of responsibility. What did that entail? What kind of work would she be seeing to? Would she be able to help her people as she hoped to?
She recovered with some semblance of grace. "Thank you, your Highness."
He withdrew and she felt she could return to conversation again. She was more skilled with word than with emotional displays. Or.... much in ways of positive reinforcement of this nature.
There... yes. They could rejoin the other two if there was nothing to discuss in discretion. She took a breath and nodded. "Yes... I believe we should."
She turned from Roland to see Dixon pull himself together. He still seemed unsteady, balanced on the rock and seemed to her supported by the young woman that had accompanied the prince. This was a friend of his highness, likely regal herself... such high standing people. Where were their escorts? Was this why they wete dressed as they were? Disguise? Hopeful and youthfully optimistic.... Suppose someone found out who had emnity against either of them? They would be in danger.
Fortunately, however... nothing had befallen them, and now they found friendly company. She approached Dixon and Athena, but she couldn't think of what to say or what to ask.
She thought she heard him say he was alright. She trusted him to his word. However, there was more. She still felt it. She felt too deeply that he might not have recovered, either. She didn't feel it was her place to alert their acquaintences of this detail. They were strangers, yet.
OoC:
Once my heart beat to the
Rhythm of the falling snow
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 10:50 pm
✺Forgotten Son Outfit EC: 100 A couple weeks earlier...
"Damn you, Raymond, throw the knife I said!"
"No! I won't do it. Some things you simply cannot get a man to do--man with scruples, at least--I cannot will not kill my master!" Answered the help, shakily clutching a steak knife in his right hand--his good hand, of course. Dixon, arms held wide like the fantastic wings of some ghoulish bat made godly by legend, his hands filled with shiny metal flight feathers--as if he was supposed to correct every image associated with him by reasserting that he was, in fact, a phoenix--stood opposite window that was dusty from within, which cast a tranquil and severe light on him as he commanded his only, his best, caretaker there on the Titania estate to pull the trigger--flick!--and carve him like a snowboarder to fresh powder. He dropped his hands, but kept the knives jingling about.
"Now now," he said flicking shame at the old man's foolishly kind heart. "I'm the one here who knows best; if I know you're the best at a thing, it means its truth is as strong as this mist is convenient--now throw!--we haven't got all day, you know"-- and here he explained the situation: that, the day after the talk with Roland, the royal and other nobles would have been expecting the worst between the two of them, and as a man of truth, Dixon would indeed preserve this trifling soap opera which had been built around his and the prince's straightforward relationship--"so I need the most steady hand; only you can make this look convincing without actually harming me."
The respond was a flinch at first; then a blanch, then a quicker then time flick of the wrist. "Ha!" He'd actually broken a sweat, just the intensity of that moment. "--Oh God, why!" Dixon, wiping the doubt, and blood, from his eye...
"Eh! Heh-heh~" A nodding grin was the avatar of the great Lord Titanus, master of thunderous entrances, now gleefully thumbing the spot above his eyebrow where steel had melted man to expose his iron for a change. "Not bad at all, mister ace! I'll have to remember that a payment time." Flick of the wrist: banish, banish, get away, demons. "... Let's see if you can do it--" Dixon flipped Raymond his next piece; so they went on for the next little bit...
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That would explain, when she finally arrived, why it was that Dixon seemed to be covered in battle scars all of a sudden. He had so much to deal with today--he almost forgot he had a date!--what with the training and mining and the taking care of so many lands they might as well have called him king--King Titanus, by the way, does have a certain ring to it--all of it was honestly a bit much; he was looking very trim there as he touched down. Words to hands to action; he was a falling star, bounding the beat of syllables which could never be spoken aloud simply because they would lose all the beauty and rawness which gave them their form in the first place: tap, tap... tap...
All through the city the count flew thus, keeping his eyes on the prize and his alarm with the guards low. They knew his aura, and if they saw it buzzing about at a reasonable distance they would be able act; sometimes it helps to play by the rules. He finally arrived, instantly kicking up steam from the base of--you guessed it--the waterfall. Classic! He paced around, dumbly, waiting for his charming date for the day.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 8:07 am
Company:: Dixon Clothing:: For the dateFeeling:: Concerned Condition:: Healthy Location:: Waterfall Currency:: $5000 EC Items:: Hidden twin daggers & vile of potent sleeping poison OOC::  Princess Esther Drosselmyer of Lionis "My goodness, what happened to you Dixon!" A disembodied voice worries from behind the count. A strange wind spins around the man like a cooing breeze and soon the touch of a hand is gently felt upon his rugged face. Like ice melting to fire, slowly a feminine hand shows itself as Princess Esther unravels her true form from behind the illusion magic she had veiled over her; Truly any Predator would be envious of such potential deadly beauty. "I had plans on teasing you for making me wait so long but now I see you had trouble coming to see me." The magic glinted away from every inch of her body as it dissipated and was replaced by the sight of the princess in her dress, but the worry upon her lips would not fade so easily. "Are you in need of medical help? Tell me what happened to you."
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 7:26 pm
✺Forgotten Son Outfit EC: 100
"Hello?" Dixon was sure he heard Esther, but couldn't locate her for the life of him. He twisted around somewhat frantically, to no avail; he was frozen by a sudden feel. As this ethereal had resuited itself for this plane of existence--or however this phantom came to be--Dixon, eyes wide, aura and heart racing on concentric tracks like some giant inductor; the heat from which, it should be mentioned, was quite palpable, quite enough to cause a warm mist to roll out in all directions as he--
"WHAT THE HELL!" --jerked back, clutch his hand to his face, clearly using all his energy to push himself away with his intense flame: fight-or-flight, if you will. The world to him was a blanket of pulsing, bright figures whose movements were slowed as much as an adrenalized brain would make them. Flash, flash, flash: these were the beats of his frantic blinks, nearly in sync with his heartbeat.
"... Ye-Yes, well..." He straightened himself out, finally taking that much needed deep breath. "Milady," he regarded with a bow, coming up to feel the aforementioned scars. "This?" He smiled, thumbing one of the doers on his forehead. "It's nothing, I can assure you."
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 8:43 pm
Company:: Dixon Clothing:: For the dateFeeling:: Concerned Condition:: Healthy Location:: Waterfall Currency:: $5000 EC Items:: Hidden twin daggers & vile of potent sleeping poison OOC:: Princess Esther Drosselmyer of Lionis Distress and a show; Attention grabbing indeed. While the flickering aura of flame adored the man Esther was sure to keep on her toes. She hadn't been to dance lessons just for the fine figure and her mind was as sharp as a poisoned dagger. But when it came to this count she felt like she was always off a beat. Perhaps there was something to this song and dance she wasn't hearing, or perhaps it was something telling her to refuse the hum that call. "Scraped knees are nothing, Count Dixon, but something to have left you with that was certainly not just nothing. I demand you tell me what happened, or I'll have you thrown in a night of jail for making a princess wait so ungodly long." A jest in voice but all seriousness at heart. With a wickedly amused smile Esther can't wait to hear what it is the good count would be telling her; Wether it be an embarrassing story or a night in a cell for the man of silk crimson allure.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 8:59 pm
✺Forgotten Son Outfit EC: 100
"Alright, alright," chuckled the count, pumping imaginary brakes which could be operated by hands and the assistance of pectoral muscles. His face, despite the usually cool exterior, was beginning to glow a soft, giggly pink just under the cheeks; the rest of it was a warm ruddy color of 'is it hot in here...' --and for the moment, one could be sure, the count was ready to blame this somewhat artificial heat... (it should be mentioned there was an unmistakable change in the atmosphere to coincide with the mood of the count, just as there had been before, with the appropriate, um, feel)
"Right, well," he mused, pivoting to the side just so, finger coming up to balance the motion of his opposing foot with the swirling, tapping of deep thought. It seemed as though he was actually considering the options!
"--Nah!" Dixon stuck his tongue out, winking at the fair princess. "It was just a little scuffle, innit?" He began, now loosened up enough to take steps toward Esther. He went so far, standing with the tips of his toes ever-so-gently overlapping hers like the onset of the tide, to take his fist, eyes cool and cavalier, and brush her chin playfully saying, "You shoulda seen him."
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 10:02 am
Company:: Dixon Clothing:: For the dateFeeling:: Playful, and slightly spurned Condition:: Healthy Location:: Waterfall Currency:: $5000 EC Items:: Hidden twin daggers & vile of potent sleeping poison OOC:: Sorry if it ain't that good, been occupied with a lot of things lately. Princess Esther Drosselmyer of Lionis Was it getting hot here or was it just her imagination? The slightest touch from him and she felt her blood boil, a bloom of pinkish cheeks soon coming to view. "You think you're brave for playing with fire, don't you?" The princess would ask in a coo, her own hand daring to reach out to his face and rub upon such a source of warmth. "It is rather fun, I'll admit that." Her eyes gazing right into his strong stare and meeting his emotions in open view. "And the stronger the flame the more beauty there is in all its layered hues." Her tippy toes bring her up so close that her glossy smooth lips reflect in the man's bright eyes, and her hands now slowly lure his face closer to a puckered embrace sure to be a hypnotic warmth he'd never want to stray from. Splash! The poor bloke never saw it coming! For being so rude and not giving her what she wanted she was sure to pay it back to Dixon and push him back into the waters of the waterfall without him ever knowing what it would feel like to have her lips on him; Surely imaginations were running wild. "But be sure to always be careful when playing with fire, because you're always liable to get burned!" Hopefully that'll cool the man down from his raging flame and humble that spark into something that won't try burning in on itself. "I don't take kindly to having my request shrugged off so easily, Dixon." The girl's words cured with tender irritation; For whom would deny the needle in their eye which need be plucked immediately. "That being said...I won't force you to regale me with one of your many stories of heroism. I was simply worried and wanted to know more about you."
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 11:25 am
✺Forgotten Son Outfit EC: 100
The count made quite an impact after all, getting the princess all riled up like that; he was only frustrated for a moment, as was his manner, when he pulled himself up to his tripod posture in the shallow pool there he was wearing that all-knowing smirk again. "Fine fine..."
He picked himself up, clothes smoothly rolling and clinging to toned, tan body underneath (it was silk after all), and playfully flicked water at the hot-blooded princess. "If you must know," said the count flipping his hair back and climbing out to find a seat on the rocky ledge, "I had a go with the former Prince of Bellris." He gave no ceremony to the words, wringing his shirt out as best he could, smelling of almonds and sawdust.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 8:36 am
Company:: Dixon Clothing:: For the dateFeeling:: Angered Condition:: Healthy Location:: Waterfall Currency:: $5000 EC Items:: Hidden twin daggers & vile of potent sleeping poison OOC:: Sorry if it ain't that good, been occupied with a lot of things lately. Princess Esther Drosselmyer of Lionis At first glance Esther could have sworn the man was going to have a bed of steam sizzling from atop his head, but no. Instead, while impressive with his roughly outline figure, he would shock her by assumption of what he was telling her; Never mind his sights, it was business that came first with this princess then the pleasures that could be afterwords. "You mean to tell me Roland did that to you?" It was public knowledge that Esther aided her in her father's grab for power during the civil war by being one of the most deadliest soldiers out on the field. She was cunning and took pleasure in winning battles so when her and her twin brother, the young genius general Gareth Drosselmyer, cut across the battlefields it was known damn well that this princess was no ordinary Cinderella. (Because kingdoms have stories akin to that, don't they?). "That knight of Bellris is more like a dog off its leash. He didn't come across as a violent man when we were allies but still, I won't put it past the traitorous dark phoenix to do something like this." With her eyes soften she nears the count yet again. Her hands coo upon his face as though to sooth his scars and soon she would ask him with hatred hidden in her calm voice, "Did you happen to kill him? Is that b*****d finally dead?"
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 6:31 pm
✺Forgotten Son Outfit EC: 100 Dixon couldn't believe what he was hearing. He nervously itched the side of his face, crumpling to her worry like a two-dimensional school-boy; he felt like he was talking to Youkimi... for a moment. For the slightest fraction of a second, not even time enough to show it in facial expression, the count considered the prospect of falsifying the Prince's death. But he wouldn't go quite that far.
"Kill? No, not quite." Dixon began to melt in her touch. Her hands felt so good against his scars, he felt as though they might up and vanish as she stroked those ethereal digits along their length. "I'll admit, things have been tense between us," he said with a verisimilitude untraceable, "but there comes a time when one has to stand up for his people, no?" He let his hand envelop hers, thumb sliding over wrist.
"Princess, it does me harm to see you so irate..." Truly: his eyes were that of a genuine concern, of a sentimental man who knew only of killing as an absolutely appalling and final necessity.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 2:24 am
Company:: Dixon Clothing:: For the dateFeeling:: Angered Condition:: Healthy Location:: Waterfall Currency:: $5000 EC Items:: Hidden twin daggers, vile of potent sleeping poison & Her Arcana cards OOC:: Princess Esther Drosselmyer of Lionis She had expected a man of his kind to not be able to show such kind eyes in his stare but damn it, she couldn't help but be glad he had this side of him. She once thought Roland week for having such eyes as well, but perhaps this was a man's true show of power; That he may know how to conquer something with a strong stare and a fragile heart. "I am only so because of Roland." She says as her hand which was soothed by his touch now slides his hand to her cheek so she may feel his genuineness nature. "I am only so defensive because he has harmed someone loyal to the Drosselmyer name." As was the fate to all who wanted to keep their neck attached to their shoulders. She let him go and took a few steps away from him for now. Dixon was getting too familiar with her...she was getting too familiar with him. "You see, I am unsure of how to think of Roland now and quite honestly he scares me. He is the type to dream with both eyes wide open and march out into the world to construct his hopes into a reality, which is why I worry what might he do next." She then summons forth her tarot cards from the magic circle on her upper chest, the view of which just exposed out of her dress, and with her birth right to her magic of The Arcana she begins to shuffle the deck of cards in her hand much like a nervous little girl playing with her doll when feeling uncertain or nervous. "Perhaps I shall speak to my father about what Roland did to you..."
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