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 Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2024 11:10 am
Characters: Ivanna and Sethos Prompt: Sethos and Ivanna meet each other for the first time, how does it go and how do they end up on the training field? Will they grow respect for each other or remain rivals?
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2024 12:48 pm
Sethos Volkov - Duke of Mars
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The halls roared with laughter and endless clanking of stolen chalices. Another victory for Mars, and Sethos’ clan boasted in their triumphs and loot. Tonight, they decided to share their mead with the King’s soldiers, as had it not been for their extra men, they realized they might have never have had this grand opportunity to invade such rich lands. Both the clan and soldiers slurred songs, shared clumsy dances and feasted.
Sethos, having enough mead for three, could feel the heat of the room rising quicker under his canine pelt hanging from his shoulders. On top of that, his body was in desperate need to relieve itself. The tall berserk stood up, feeling the smooth relaxing daze take him outside. He could use a break from all the noise anyways while he takes a piss.
He was never one for courtesy, as he hardly weaved himself through the crowd. Elbows bumping, and shoulders colliding in the crowded room was expected and ordinary in this scenario. But what he didn't expect was to find someone so small and blocking his route to the outdoor.
“Argh. You, imp. Move.” he mistook the small woman in his path as a servant girl. His massive hand gripping her entire shoulder and shoving her aside. “ Fetch me that wine s**t, while you're at it.”. He said after stepping out.
Outside, Sethos found himself a spot right on the walls of the celebrating room and made room for more drinks.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2024 5:25 pm
 
tab Ivanna had been allowed to go to the celebration despite her young age, so long as she behaved herself. That wasn't easy for her, but she was glad she was there regardless. She was able to see Ryker briefly before he had to head off to do something, now standing in the doorway that lead outside. She shifted her feet, the dress feeling strange on her but her mother wanted her to represent their family and she had to look good to do it. She glanced back as the watched soldiers both from the kings army, and the allied clan dancing and acting out; a slight smile on her face. She was relieved that not only did they win, but those who fought with them were willing to celebrate along-side them. She looked back outside and breathed out, her shoulders relaxing as she let herself feel the relief that she had been wanting to feel knowing they were safe. What she wasn't expecting was for her peace to be rudely interrupted by someone she didn't know.
tab “Argh. You, imp. Move.”
tab Ivanna felt his hand on her shoulder, his entire hand covering her as she looked back over her shoulder and up only to feel him pushing her to the side. She stumbled, her hand pressing against the doorframe as she caught herself. Her magenta eyes swinging up to glare at him. She was unable to get a word in edgewise as he barked at her to get him wine and he was off. She shifted herself so she was upright and crossed her arms. " What the hell?" she grumbled, before she moved outside as well, her eyes moving towards him before she realized exactly what he had gone outside to do. She spun around on her foot and closed her eyes. ' God, what an animal.' she thought as she listened and waited until she didn't hear him relieving himself anymore. She turned slightly and glared over her shoulder at him. " You're a piece of work! I'm not a servant girl, what kind of attitude was that!?" she snapped, her hands on her hips as she looked up at him.
tab This was when she became acutely aware that he was quite a bit taller than her. He was taller than the average person, and where she was shorter than the average person she knew that the difference was just made even more pronounced. She didn't recognize him so she figured he was from the clan that they worked with. Regardless she didn't appreciate his attitude towards her, even if she could smell the mead rolling off him. Clearly he was enjoying the celebration quite a bit. She wasn't deterred by any of this, he should have been a little more respectful, especially considering she was there as a representative of the Runesong family, not that he'd know that.
Where they are: Hallway
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Who they are with: A Rude Giant (Sethos)
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What they're feeling: Surprised, Annoyed
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What they're wearing: Formal Dress, tan boots.
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OUT of CHARACTER: n/a
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2024 10:49 pm
Sethos Volkov - Duke of Mars
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He was feeling relaxed for a brief moment. His neck craned back, nose to the sky he lazily turned his head over his shoulder at the squawking imp. What the hell indeed? Where was that wine he asked for? “Your hands are empty, where’s that drink?” he rolled his head back and finished what he came out to do.
“You’re a piece of work! I’m not a servant girl, what kind of attitude was that!?”
Sethos took a good look at what he was dealing with and couldn’t help but laugh at the little girl. “Fine, ‘Imp’” he mocked her stance before approaching her closer. Locking eyes with hers he pulled his chest down to her level “Go, fetch me some wine.”
If the girl was hoping for a please, then she was bound to wait until hell froze over for that to happen. Feh, this is why he hated coming to these damn feasts in the major city of Mars. The celebration is good for as long as the meal and drinks. Leave it to some little “well bred” brat to kill the mode.
“Looking for a trade off? I’ll consider learning to write your name on the wall.” he smirked nudging to his streak of piss he left on the cobblestone wall. He straightened himself, standing back at full-length. The height difference didn’t make any difference in his choice of tone. Maybe it was the look on her face that made him mistake his for a servant girl. Dumb and lost. She didn’t seem to hold herself up like a shield-maiden, though her yapping made him think twice about that.
Sethos turned his head, this way and that looking down at her, now circling her like a vulture. After the 2nd cycle, he paused behind her back and gave a forceful nudge. “It’s either Imp, or Servant Girl.” he crossed his arms over his chest, grinning mischievously down at her. “Convince me, otherwise.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2025 5:16 pm
tab Ivanna felt her nerves flaring up and she just stared at him. He dared still demand that she go get him wine but that's not what made her angry, she couldn't believe what he had just called her. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms in protest before she finally spoke up again. " Absolutely not! That's disgusting." she absolutely hated the arrogance on the man in front of her and she didn't even know who he was. She enjoyed coming to events like this but honestly sometimes the soldiers weren't worth the time and effort to deal with. She honestly felt like she could knock some sense into him, she wasn't some weak child that he was messing with. Of course there was no way he would know that, her appearance certainly didn't help the case. She had to physically tilt her head up to look at him and only did she do that once because she wasn't going to humor him. When he stopped behind her and gave her a push she widened her eyes and stepped forward only to turn and glare at him again. " It's neither! My name is Ivanna, and if you touch me again I'll prove to you that I'm not just talking." she was told to keep her powers under wraps but honestly this man was pushing all of her buttons. She didn't want to disappoint her parents after they so kindly allowed her to come with an escort. She stepped back from him making some space as she exhaled sharply out of her nose and crossed her arms again. " You don't look like you're from the kings army, you must be from the assisting clan." she didn't make any judgements with her words as she merely stated a fact. She knew the kings soldiers had a uniform, he was clearly not wearing one.
She tilted her head slightly and fell quiet, not sure what else there would be to say, although she could feel her patience at it's bare minimum and she knew one more little thing could set her off. She ran a hand through her red hair and her glare lessened slightly.
Where they are: Hallway
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Who they are with: A Rude Giant (Sethos)
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What they're feeling: Annoyed
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What they're wearing: Formal Dress, tan boots.
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OUT of CHARACTER: n/a
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2025 8:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2025 9:22 pm
  
Ivanna felt like a sitting duck as he circled her and even as he stopped behind her she felt a light pull against one of her curls. She widened her eyes and turned her head quickly to glare at him, the red strand pulling out of his fingers. " Hey!" she growled under her breath, he was really getting on her nerves. She didn't understand what he was getting out of taunting her and she crossed her arms across her chest, her eyes flashing up to his as he stopped in front of her and began to speak of Jarl Aslak. She didn't say anything right away but was thinking to herself as she huffed. They sounded familiar. She had swore that the clan sounded familiar and something about the name rang a bell for her. She had perhaps heard her father speaking of them? Either way, they were allies and she was to treat them with respect. That's what she kept telling herself. " Well, the help is appreciated...I'm sure." she mumbled under her breath just loud enough for him to hear it. She hated the fact that she was to keep her wits about her and remain noble even in the face of taunting. When he crouched in front of her she flared her nostrials. What did he think he was doing!? Sure he was taller than her but that wasn't required!
His words only managed to make her anger worse as he reached a hand out and before she knew it he pinched her nose and she closed her eyes. ' Oh hell no!' she couldn't help but let the sound of protest out as he pulled down and warned her to watch herself. What did that mean? There's no way she would listen to him, especially not when he was being such an a*****e to her! His hands slamming onto his legs made her jump slightly, but her eyes opened and locked on his as he lamented about not quenching his thirst yet even though the man smelled like a brewery. " You wait a minute!" she growled, before he got the chance to actually walk off she had raised one hand up and before he got out of her reach grabbed his wrist. Her hands tightened, her powers coming in handy right about now because she anticipated that he'd be able to pull free if given the chance. " Tread lightly? Why, because you'll take me down? You don't scare me, you're just a..." her words faltered for only a moment before she pulled them together. " You're just an a*****e." her fingers didn't reach all the way around his wrist when she shifted her grip and footing stance. " And don't underestimate me!"
Ivanna had been training a little bit with her powers but it was hard to do when no one could keep up with her. Micah was pretty good but at the same time it was a struggle to see things go by the wayside despite her best efforts. This time though, she had been prepared. As she spoke, finishing out her sentence she pulled his hand down against her shoulder before pulling him in closer and breathing out sharply as she bent her left leg down quickly, pulling and in a matter of moments the taller man was flipped over her shoulder, his body hitting the ground hard before she let go of his wrist and leaned over him slightly, while still out of direct line of sight for now. " You're just a tall a** target. A giant compared to me." she did her best to phrase this as an insult but she knew it might not be taken that way, but she did just fling a man over her shoulder and throw him to the ground. " What no smart remark this time?" a slightly cocky look as she grinned with her hands on her hips down at the man on the ground.
WHO WITH: A Rude Giant (Sethos)
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FEELING: Annoyed
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WHERE AT: Post-Battle Celebration
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WEARING: Formal Dress, tan boots.
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OUT of CHARACTER: ...
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