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Gavyn Alden

Gavyn guessed that Ithus was not a happy conversation piece with Kale. He first noted it by signs in her face; she became flushed, her eyes narrowed, her jaw clench slightly. It was the rant that really sealed the deal. Gavyn continually gave a passive face, still looking engaged, but showing as little emotion as possible and doing his best to give nothing away, unless he meant to. But, he was tense. In military terms, she was basically doing a full frontal assault with her questions. She was doing her best to claw into his past and personal life. While it had been fun to watch her from afar, he wasn't so sure now that he liked meeting her. He tried to answer her questions casually. ******** if she made him tense, everything made him tense these days. Didn't mean he had to fear her. After what he went through, and survived, he didn't have to fear many people at all.

"I take it you're not fond of Ithus. Well, it hasn't done too much for me either, I suppose. But, home is home. And the pension I'm can only help with the "Oppressing System. Plus, they have nice fields, very pretty." Gavyn spoke, eluding to his childhood. The fields had been very beautiful.

He played it cool and acted as if nothing was bothering him. It was a daily act he had to put up when not alone and one he had mastered quite beautiful over the years.

"No one's ever easily chosen. I had to work hard for it, just like everyone else. If you must know, I have extensive military training. I was a general in the army for a number of years before I retired."

Retired honestly wasn't the best word for it, definitely not retired. The closest word for it would have been discharged, at least in military sense, but even that didn't quite fit it. There had never been any question about it. After his and his men's rescue, none of them would be going back. They just couldn't. And yet...now Gavyn would be facing a different kind of war. Even if he survived it he wouldn't go back, but then again it wasn't something to prove to his superiors that he could go back. It was something solely for himself.

"Malandaia, eh? It's lovely there, isn't it? Though I guess I was never there on the best terms." Basically, military campaigns were a b***h.

To add to his tenseness was his curiosity; to see if the woman would recognize him somehow, though he doubted it and hoped against it. Gavyn was well known throughout the military in Ithus, as most generals were, and throughout Ithus itself. That's what war gossip did, it spread. But, outside Ithus...he had no idea. It could have stopped at it's borders, it could have spread well beyond, he had no idea.

"So, considering your own question, how were you chosen for your position?"

Location:Ballroom Company:Kale Mood:TenseWeapon:Cane (if needed)

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And when they do a thief has already taken it… ▶

Kale could see the sizing up of answers. The humility he must have to say these things, that only made him seem more weak to her. She couldn't really understand why though. Nor did she understand the concept of humility much at all. She wouldn't doubt that he could, just as easily, really tell her the answers to her questions, but it may have to include more backstory and information than he was willing to tell. However, that was the juiciness she was looking for! He obviously had his fair share of politics, and probably knew better than to do so. Kale was starting to recognize that she may not be able to get significant information from him at all. She needed someone much more.....ignorant. It seemed that she was stuck talking with him for a little while.

She reached into her leather hilt, grabbing her canister of whiskey, pulled off her hood and skull masque, and took two large gulps, and pursed her lips as the toxins rolled down her throat, burning. She then placed the concoction down in front of Gavyn.
"Yes, let's say that I'm less on my team for Malandaia, and more on my team against Ithus." She chuckled, and checked her perimeter quickly, noticing a new woman, hanging out in the corner. Kale's lust stole her interest for quite a time until she tore her eyes from the beauty, and continued along her answers, still thinking of her"Retired, eh? I hate to break it to ya, this is not a much of a retiring ceremony, but I can help you write your will, it seems like you'll need it." She laughed a bit at her own crude joke, whether or not he would find it funny didn't mean much to her. Based on his choices of weak words, Kale thought more and more that he may end up being here for the same reason as her: because they are both revenge seeking, blood thirsty, dropouts that just want a piece of the gorey pie.
"I agree with you, home is home, but I believe more that home is where you are loved and accepted. I actually hate the swamps of my Kingdom, but tis where my nature is accepted and honored. However, be careful about leaving your pleasures of life up to other people, they will always let you down at some point. Even your own dearest master or leader or councilman. I wasn't chosen, in fact, I didn't even know about this event until I ventured out of the swamps for the first time, and into a nearby colony who was holding a king of the hill type battle, and I was victorious. I so happily have won the prize to lay down my life for.... absolute s**t"
At her last two words, Kale's hands took a dive to slam down on the table, just to cause an added intensity. She looked right back over at the beautiful woman standing with her glass, smiling, but seemingly not knowing what to do. Kale weighed her options about going over there to ask the woman to join them in conversation, but she decided to see what this man would say first.



Abilities: For Hallucinations: 2-5 is slightly unrealistic and weak (from 1min-5min), 6-10 is a short but very realistic hallucination(15 mins to an hour), 11-12 is a long (2 to 3 hours)and very realistic hallucination.
For Bad Luck: 2-5 will miss the target but cause damage to nearby area to get in their way, or fall upon them. Weak power. 6-10 is a much more powerful attack, causing something unfortunate to happen, like the sword slip out of the target's hand. It still might miss the target & destroy the nearby area. 11-12 Is the strongest and most accurate blow. It could cause a snake to bite the intended victim, or begin to strangle them.

*The victim has a large play in this as my power affects everyone differently.


OOC:

--| Artemis
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_________"We appear to have company." The fact he'd changed and broken a little rule must have attracted a few onlookers, he didn't mean to start a trend when he left with Janoah, he honestly wanted to blow off a little drunken steam, but it would seem he'd have to put on a show now, after all, he had such a pretty and awaiting audience. "Okay Ms. Janoah, I hit you... land a blow on that delicate little form of yours..." His claws moved slowly up to touch her, drifting up her side and getting quickly slapped away with an aggressive smile plastered on her face. "I want a second of those soft and plump lips of yours on mine." Sure, he was attracted to her, she was a great-looking woman with power coursing through her veins, something he found incredibly appealing, but mostly he thought she'd try that much harder not to be hit. "I'm this form." He added with a smirk, barring his wicked teeth, their sharp edges able to cut through steel if need be. "Sound good?" Done explaining things to Janoah, Artemis sent a little glance over to his onlookers, sizing them up and trying to remember their faces to check his files, later. After all, he fully intended on letting the small girl getting at least one or two punches in before taking her down. The male, standing taller than his partner, looked like one of the demons on team three, obvious further down on the roster or he'd have remembered his name. The girl was instantly recognizable as number four on team one, her fiery red hair a dead giveaway, much like miss Janoah. They weren't much, not that he could tell, he would be happy to serve as their entertainment though, as long as the little party was kept private.
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((Ugh, so many people to quote...))

“Why are we going again?” The question was only heard by the one who spoke it. Her dark red lips were pressed tightly together as she stared at her team members mingling with the enemy. Only tonight was where everyone was supposed to get along and there was no killing or attacking. This meant she had to force down the voices inside her head.

Because we can scope out the others and figure out what their weakness is. Silly child I’ve told you this over and over! The voice inside Enya’s head replied back trying to its way free. She could feel the other life forces. So rich and powerful if only she just had a simple taste…
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“Enough!” Enya’s voice was slightly louder than a whisper. She shook her head slightly, letting her thick red hair pool around her shoulders. She reached up slowly fixing her gold mask, allowing her green eyes shine through the small slits. She wore a tight black dress, strapless with a heart shaped line that only served to accent her breasts more. The dress was belted at her waist, and a slit up the side revealed a long line of leg and black boots with a high stiletto heel that came up to her knees. Over the dress she wore a sheer black jacket that fell to the ground as well, billowing out behind her like a cape as she moved towards the crowd of people.

She figured the most she could do for her team was to show up and then leave right away. At least she made an appearance, right? She didn’t have to dance with anyone, speak with anyone or mingle with anyone.

But how will you be able to know your enemies’ weak points? Plus, Enny you need to get to know your team a little better. Ever since you been here, you’ve been locking yourself up! Is it because you don’t want me to come out and play? I’ll be good this time, I promise..

Again her voice was chatting away inside Enya’s mind. Anya was always the annoying voice that made Enya go crazy. The voice only started when she started to practice black magic. Each time she cast a dark spell the voice seemed to grow stronger and Enya could feel her own soul slipping as this other being inside of her was trying to break free and cause chaos…

Team: 3~✩~ Location: Ballroom : ~✩~ Mood: Annoyed : ~✩~ Health ~✩~ Energy ~✩~

Sigmund was quite displeased in the women's response since she did not seem to be interested in conversing with him nor did she seem willing to give up any info about herself. He responded with a less enthusiastic voice saying " Yes we do say that, but if you are not curious than you will never achieve what you want. Curiosity it was drives you to find out new things." He then repositioned himself in this seat leaning back and staring off into the wonderfully painted ceiling."what i actually came down here to discuss to you about is not what you look like, but what you are. I am a man of science and i try to obtain as much as i can for my research." He then looked at her face and with a serious tone said " And I have never seen such a being as yourself around my parts, so of course being a human , as you say, I am curious. What I am curious about is what you are and what you do. I want to know what a being such as yourself does to survive."He then returned to his previous position laying back even farther and putting his chair at a diagonal. "I mean you guys probably don’t have to do much since you are not as fragile as us humans are"

Overly Obnoxious Creepers: I am sorry for the late post my dear.