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 Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 7:29 pm
Chel | 15/25 | Sulking
The tithes wandered away and Chel still had two masks. She thought of telling Jeremiah that she'd failed (maybe he could do something better about it) but as she took a step towards him the masks disappeared in her hand. Now she had nothing to shown for it. Maybe he'd think she lost them. Worse yet, maybe he'd think she'd taken them and failed on purpose.
She backed up a few steps and panicked; Chel didn't face failure with grace and instead opted to ignore the issue.
Instead she found herself shirking to the edges of the growing crowd, finding herself one of the windows to stand near and look out. It was a nice view at least, the night sky and all. Distracting enough for now.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 7:30 pm
"...is it only Human's who can be tithed? Only those already unmasked? What if someone removed their mask...now?" He wrapped his arms nervously around himself as he asked this, it might be to late to wonder any of this, but they were still questions that rose to mind.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 7:32 pm
Nathaniel Parrish - 25 / 25 - meandering to corr
He'd watched as Algernon and the rest of the council had disappeared, a slight frown on Nathaniel's face. It wasn't as though they hadn't all expected this outcome - but now it was a matter of trying to figure out if it was possible at all to subvert Madam Melany's intentions, whatever they may have been.
Not that there was any high hope for that, either.
Nathaniel sighed.
He considered, for a moment, the doubles in the room and made his way over to one in particular.
"Hey," he said lightly, and for all intents and purposes, Nathaniel's voice was utterly relaxed and calm, as though they hadn't just watched a group of people being sent out to their possible deaths. He smiled politely at the man in front of him.
"I don't think I ever got your name, did I? What do you think about all of this tithe business?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 9:51 pm
[ corr (unmasked + cape) | | 20/25 | | +3 to attack ] : popcorn.gif
Corr blinked owlishly when he was approached. He had been watching Jeremiah approach Lace, watching the rest of the fetches mull about the room like hawks and worms. He hadn't expected to see Nathaniel again just yet, and his mouth curved into a vulpine half-smile at the sight.
"No," he drawled, sliding his hands to the small of his back and stepping closer to Nathaniel, tilting his head one way and then the other. His eyes flicked up to the green mask and away to the crowd. "These ones thought for awhile that I was Alexander Thorne. But I imagine that you've already seen the trick of our magic show." He turned back, the fanged smile something hungry.
"As for the tithe," he added, shifting his weight to one hip, "It is my Madam's business before mine. It's all rather long and drab when waiting like this. But please," he remarks, tilting his head, eyes flaring bright with amusement, "come and make it interesting for me."
He purred, a low rumble in his throat.
"What of you? You seem abnormally calm for being witness to otherworldly sacrifice."
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 12:30 am
Lace ??/??, hiiii jerbear "It belongs to my mother, of course," says Lace. She shifts her weight to her back foot, hands held delicately out to her sides: if he tries to fight her, she's ready for him. "Because she deserves it. She took it from the little doe who used it only to control, and made it beautiful. You think Noeh could have done something as lovely as this?" Lace smirks at Zac. "The tithe has been taken. But the unmasking should wait. Go on, try to remove your mask, little martyr. You'll find it won't come off."
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 6:00 am
Zac Bantock: 25/25 - truth hurts...ouch...bandaids? “S-Shut up. Shut up!” He stammered, heat rising in his face when she called him a little martyr. He folded arms over his chest, half bending over them like he could guard the core of himself, protect it from prying eyes of half human creatures at best. He moved a step closer to Jeremiah as well, letting his shoulder brush against his Guardian’s as a source of comfort. He wanted to ask –why- she called him that, but at the same time he didn’t –dare.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 7:59 am
[20/25 | LEILA]: ): ): ): ): ):
"Hey, wait!!"
Leila called falteringly after the departing council, Algernon with them -- so much for the free psychic reading she'd promised. Hopefully things would turn out okay.
She felt useless, and settled for avoiding looking at Thorne's double.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 10:20 am
jeremiah mercer || 27/27 || yeah, no, u don't get to call me that, lace He scowls, an arm going around Zac as he leans close. Jeremiah doesn't like the martyr reference towards him at all but he's still focused. "It's a mockery, I'm sure, of what it should be." There were no illusions that the tithe wasn't a thing that happened regularly but he was not so certain it was always like this. "I'm sure under Noeh's control is where it should be. It's the court of the Sorrowful One and should be such in more than name." There is ire there, more than Zac has probably seen in years. Something about Lace calling her a doe sets him off more so. "Do you cling to your mother and her coattails? Or are you going to do as she did and take this from her one day as well?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 11:24 am
Nathaniel Parrish - 25 / 25 - loitering
The smile was still there, as sharp and unpleasant as ever. Nathaniel let his eyes flicker across the man's face (could he even be called a man?) and then followed his gaze to where it lay across the crowd. There were other doubles, of course, but Nathaniel hadn't run into any of them except for this one.
He returned his attention to the fox, as he was starting to relate him to - sharp witted and sharp tongued, a veritable clever devil, so to speak.
"If you're not Alexander Thorne, then what should I call you?" Nathaniel asked lightly, already making a mental note of that name in particular. It wasn't familiar to him, but it was important to remember - along with whatever else this double might have to say.
A shrug was given, one shoulder rising and falling in a seemingly careless gesture as a small smile tugged at the corners of Nathaniel's mouth.
"I'm more of an observer than anything else," he said mildly. "What more can I do? I'm new to all of this, I don't have the experience that everyone else does. But let me ask you this, then, if it's all Madam Melany's business before yours - you must be involved in this. Will you take the place of the real Alexander Thorne once this is all done? Why would you want to?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 11:36 am
connor hill - 25/25 - shrugging It wasn't long before he was joined off to the side, surprising, actually, since he'd barely seen Jack all night. "Nah. My shitty date kept running off to take pictures instead of treating me to the romantic ******** evening I deserved." His tone, along with the sidelong glance towards jack, were as dry as ever. "Honestly I just can't stand this shitty wine they've been serving all night. It'll get the job done, sure, but it tastes more a** than an actual a**. Who actually ******** enjoys this devil's piss?" He asked. "Plus I didn't bring any cigarettes, and I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I'm going to die if I don't get one soon." Which was to say, he was irritable (moreso than usual), headachey, and incredibly uncomfortable as he fought very hard not to fidget, a battle he'd been miraculously winning throughout the night. The whole tithing thing wasn't even mentioned as a negative. He assumed that was an obvious gimme.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 6:29 pm
Zac leans for a moment into the arm around his shoulder, he really wants it to be as comforting as it normally would be. That word is stuck in his head though, not even rattling around, jammed in deep like a knife because that's -exactly- what he's doing with Heliodora. Guilt is a horrible seasoning. "I...I'll be back..." He promises softly, squeezing his hand against Jerimiah's before ducking away, arms wrapped around himself to pace through the assembled people. It's not as though he can escape, but walking makes him feel just a little bit like he can. It is enough that he's distracted though, in dodging one person, he bumps another shoulder, twisting to apologize in stammering tumult to Eve.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 6:45 pm
Shun Kuroda 25/25 Shun lifted his head towards Jeremiah. There was no outward signs of anger... but there was something there in the way he spoke. His glanced at Zac briefly, as he ended up excusing himself after being called a martyr. "Nothing about the Spinel Lady, or the court in its current state is beautiful. Ugly, like your true forms," he commented.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 8:51 pm
Jamie Delacroix | 20/25 | approaching Chel That woman had Lady's face, but she wasn't Lady. Jamie was quick with that conclusion. Her mannerisms weren't right and with the way the others reacted... it was all familiar in a sickening sort of way. Recalling Beel's manipulation invoked a similar response.
In fact, confronting the fetch felt like the thing to do in the moment. It was an immediate sensation of renewed anger, one that demanded the answers he hadn't gotten in their conversation—if it could even be called that—from earlier this morning. Except, well, that wasn't the sort of face Jamie liked to wear. He didn't want to lose himself. When he spoke to Beel, if he spoke to Beel, it would be different than the first time. At least, that's what he hoped.
Shrinking away from the growing tension, Jamie meant to find a quiet corner to sit in, a solitary moment to think about how it felt to watch Shiloh and Thorne and the other tithes leave the room while wondering if he'd ever see them again. Instead, he found Chel.
"O-Oh, um, hello," he blurted out awkwardly, surprised by her sudden appearance, one that wouldn't have been so stark if he'd been looking ahead instead of at his feet. She hadn't actually been the one to move, after all. "Are you-" he looked out the window and his words died in his throat. Asking if she was okay felt like a bit of a silly question considering the circumstances.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 8:54 pm
Chel | 15/25 | hi
"Am I...?" Chel asked, raising an eyebrow. The person looked familiar but Chel couldn't quite place it; lots of people passed through the 7-11 after all, and she couldn't remember every chance encounter.
She looked back to the window and keyed in. "Oh- oh s**t sorry. Am I blockin' the view? S'all yours man." She scooted over enough to make room for Jamie to look out if he wanted to.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 9:03 pm
[ Corr | | 20/25 | | +3 to attack ] : nyehehehehehe
Corr cocked his head, a vulpine movement that suggested he was considering all options, and plenty of them were questionable at best and life-threatening at worst. His eyes flicked up and down, and when he smiled his white teeth flashed like a bite.
"You may call me Corr," he drawled, pressing his hands to his bare chest for emphasis before sliding them down to hook against the sash on his hips. He still wore Thorne's skin with ease, body rippling with tethered power, the tattoos that eclipsed both arms and neck winking with thorns and roses and dying things.
"Is that all you are?" He responded, an eyebrow lifting. "Is that your purpose then? To be the useless bystander? Experience matters little here in Court. Everyone else is tripping over their own feet as well." He crossed his arms, playing with a gold droplet against his ear. His nails were painted gold. They flashed like talons in the dim light.
"Of course I am involved, or why be here at all?" He added, mildly. "If you're going to play a game with me, at least ask more interesting questions than that." He stepped forward with a sudden, vicious ease, like a predator lunging. But he stopped only an inch, two, short of Nathaniel's chest, catching the boys chin between his fingers in a caress that could have been the edge of a bite.
"And if I do?" He asked. "What could you do about it, little mouse, little bystander?" His eyes flicked with lazy amusement, a wolf chewing on a bone. "Why not? He's not bad looking, and he's a fool sitting on a trust fund the size of a small island. The fun could go on for ages in that body, that life. Why not take a joy ride with it and make it last?"
He pulled sharply on Nathaniel's chin, dragging him closer, closer.
A grin sliced across his face like a knife.
"Why wouldn't I want to take all of that and make it mine?"
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