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Post by Oliver on Sept 13, 2011 1:18:43 GMT -5
"Get out!" Oliver demanded, threatening with his father's comb. "Go back to ye wretc'ed 'ole ye bureaucratic w'ore, back to the capitalist dogs and aristocratic swine w'ose filt' you wallow in, wretc'ed slot' demon!" He hugged Iole tighter, anything to keep her words and her presence as detached from her as possible. He sneered and furled his lip, if Alicia made so much as a move against them, he would act if he had to.
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Post by Jas on Sept 13, 2011 1:19:05 GMT -5
::As Astaroth backs away, jas makes sure he's between her and Oliver & Iole. She then vanishes from sight, his Azurewrath sinking back into his arm:: "You two alright?"
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Post by Iole on Sept 13, 2011 1:24:12 GMT -5
::Once those eyes were no longer on her, Iole sank into Oliver's chest, falling to her knees::
Maybe she's right. It's never going to end. I must be cursed.
::She stared down at the ring on her finger, Oliver's promise of "Never Again" etched into its surface. A painful reminder that it was a promise she couldn't reciprocate::
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Post by Oliver on Sept 13, 2011 1:33:25 GMT -5
Oliver pressed Iole close, letting her vent. He comforted her with some soft words of his and told her it would, that this was just a bad reminder of how far they've come and how far they still had to go, to keep strong for their son and never waver from their path. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and looked to Jas.
"We'll be a'right. Just give us a moment." Oliver said, looking down to Iole with heavy eyes. "Can I ask somet'ing, Jas? Just keep an eye on Alicia, and us, for a time while we're 'ere. I dunno w'ats really goin on but I'm start'in to get t'at feel'in only a soldier can get - t'at little itch t'at's telling me somet'ing is wrong wit' t'e situation. P'ease, don't let anyt'ing or anyone hurt my stóirín." He ran his hand through her hair and kissed her head once more.
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Post by Jas on Sept 13, 2011 1:37:53 GMT -5
::Jas nods at Oliver's request:: "You can count on me Oliver." he replied.
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Post by Iole on Sept 13, 2011 1:39:46 GMT -5
Ollie, you shouldn't call me that. I'm not a treasure I'm a curse.
::But despite her protests, she buried face further into his chest::
That thing is only after you because she wants to kill me. The whole reason you're here is because of me. Why? Why can't I bring you any kind of happiness?
(OOC: And BAM there it is! ANEW LEGEND! Little Iole has at last stepped out of her Auntie's shadow!)
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Post by Jas on Sept 13, 2011 1:46:42 GMT -5
((OOC: Wonder what is after Anew Legend))
::Jas steps out, closing the door behind them to let them talk. This causes him to think back to the only person he loved, Hanna. :: Whatever you do Oliver, do not lose her like I did Hanna. He thought.
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Post by Kerion on Sept 13, 2011 1:50:13 GMT -5
((OOC: Alright, back to the others))
::Kerion registers the pain in his hand and takes note some of the glass embedded in his hand from when he crushed it out of anger:: "Excuse me for a moment." Kerion said to Gwen as he held his hand and made his way to the bathroom.
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Post by Oliver on Sept 13, 2011 1:52:06 GMT -5
"W'at is a treasure wit' out a litt'e curse." Oliver retorted, "Doesn't mean I don't want ye any less. I couldn't be 'appy wit'out ye. We'll deal wit' 'er toget'er, as we a'ways did. Don't ye cry about it, don't fret. S'es not'ing if we're bot' standing against her. Toget'er as one, not'ing could stand in our way. Not even t'e gods." He kept her close, as if to never let her go. Like he wished he could push her inside him and keep her safe forever. He looked up to Jas as he departed.
"T'ank ye. I know s'e won't dare make a move at somet'ing public, but damn if I don't doubt s'e wants too. If all hells break loose, w'o knows w'at s'e may try an' damn if I'll let anyone hurt ye again." He spoke the last words, gazing down at Iole.
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 13, 2011 1:56:02 GMT -5
::Gwen watched him leave, feeling a little abandoned in the middle of the dance floor::
A fine bodyguard you make. Leaving a Lady to fend for herselves among the wolves.
::She looked around at the gathering and the ever increasing number of faces she recognized and sighed::
They make it so diffikult. There are only two opposing sides to a chessboard, but here we have at least four. Where on earth is that tea?
::She fanned herself again as though the room had suddenly grown to a tropical heat::
I really hate to do this now. It's never a good idea to move your queen to early.
::Inside the dressing room, one of the servants knocked on Iole's door, startling the two of them::
Servant: Miss, you're on in five. And you two, what are you doing here? You're not being paid to stand around!
::He left in a huff and Iole looked up into Oliver's eyes. They were still streaked with tears, but there was at least, to his satisfaction some relief in them::
Iole: Guess I'd better get out there. Wouldn't be very professional of me to miss my entrance.
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Post by Book of the Twilight on Sept 13, 2011 2:09:15 GMT -5
::Back in the ballroom, Stefan had begun at least an attempt to enjoy the party, as well as the company of the eligible women, but found that near impossible with a certain body-guard quite literally shadowing him. He turned to his nameless dance partner::
Stefan: If you'll excuse me, I need a little breather.
::Ever the gentleman, he escorted her to another on the floor who could continue dancing with her before moving to the fringe of the celebration::
Stefan: Kamikaze, could you try to give me a little space please?
Kamikaze: Orders from Lord Sigismund, Young Lord. You didn't think he'd let you wander so freely did you?
::Their conversation was interrupted by the click of heels on the marble floor::
Astaroth: Well what were the odds of us meeting in a place like this old friend?
::Back in the guise of Alicia, the demoness glared at Kamikaze::
Alicia: Doma looks good on you traitor.
::At the bar, Melanie noticed what had begun to transpire at the edge of the party and it didn't take her long to figure out where her demonic cohort's head was at::
Melanie: It was nice meeting you miss, but I need to go.
::She pushed her way through the throng as subtly as someone of her size could::
Melanie: What do you think you're doing?
::Stefan looked to the two lovely women and grinned::
Stefan: Friends of yours?
::Meanwhile Lillith was just returning to her husband, her eyes lingering on the woman whose head and shoulders were still visible above all the others::
Lillith: You're right, no more whiskey for me.
(OOC: Whew. Six characters in one post. That has to be some kind of record)
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Post by Kerion on Sept 13, 2011 2:15:53 GMT -5
((OOC: XD At Lilith)) ::Inside the bathroom, Kerion gets to one of the sinks and proceeds to pull the glass out. It's painful, but he forces himself not to scream as the last splinter is removed. He finds the first-aid kit and opens it, disinfecting the wounds before lightly wrapping them. But the buzz of his PHS goes off, causing him to stop and answer it:: "What Anya?"
Anya: I found some info on this Sigismund character. Turns out he was once part of the Doma royal family, the uncle to its former queen to be more precise. But he grew jealous and attempted to take the throne by force, but that was foiled by the people who remained loyal to the young queen. He and his co-conspirators were exiled from Doma, and that's where I lost the trail. My guess he went underground and waited.
"If this is the same person, why did he wait this long?"
Anya: Who knows. That's everything I got. So, how's the party going?
"Bad. Saw someone I thought to be dead, August Krasnow."
Anya: The Autumn Harvester?! How?! You confirmed the body yourself!
"And that's not the worst of it. Lindblum's Internal Affairs are also here."
Anya: Ugh! I knew this was going to be a bad idea!
"Yet neither of them have made a move. I saw August walk off towards what I think is the throne room. Alicia nor any of her cohorts have yet to make a move on me, Oliver or Iole so I think they don't recognize us for the time being."
Anya: Tread carefully then. I don't want to tell Maria she lost her father.
"Roger that Anya." ::He hangs the PHS up and finishes dressing his hand before heading back out::
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Post by Jas on Sept 13, 2011 2:19:24 GMT -5
"Roger sir." Jas said as he was told to get back to work. "Come Oliver, you heard the man, gotta go."
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Post by Nu on Sept 13, 2011 2:50:42 GMT -5
::Aizen held Yami close to him as they continued to dance to the music. Many thought being blind would mean he would be a terrible dance partner, he proved them wrong as the two of them continued to move fluidly, until another couple bumped into them::
Male: Watch it, are you blind or something?
::This made Aizen abit mad as he cupped his hand. Yammi knew what he was going to do and quickly grabbed his wrist and whispered::
Yami: Not here and not yet.
::Yami was partially grateful her powers were offline for the time being as the wrong move by someone would activate her auto defense system, which would have made said person a living pincushion.::
Aizen: As my lady commands.
::She grown used to him calling her that. She swore he acted more like a knight than a summoner. But despite his blindness, he seemed to know more about their surroundings than anyone that could see. Something that puzzled not only her, but the others as well. Part of the reason she bounded with him is because they were the closest in age. Astaroth was more of a older sister, though she was a demon. Kamikaze was mysterious, but did teach them some stealth before his abrupt departure. Melanie was always one to answer her questions, even though she was busy with the younger sorceresses. She never liked Fox, the man that made her and tried to scrap her. One time after he was made a servant, he tried to take his revenge on her, only to face the demoness' wrath and a torture secession from Nu himself. He hasn't tried that again since.::
Aizen: Yami, you stopped moving.
Yami: ::Blushes:: Whoops, sorry Aizen.
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Post by Iole on Sept 13, 2011 10:51:40 GMT -5
::Stefan stepped forward trying to defuse the situation:: Stefan: Now ladies, can we settle down please. After all, this is a party. Alicia: If I were you I'd step back while the adults are talking sweetheart. Stefan: Now I would just hate to have to escort such a beauty out, but if you continue to make a nuisance of yourself, you'll leave me with very little recourse. Herald: Ladies and Gentleman! ::The Herald's announcement cut through any conversation that had previously been taking place:: Herald: On behalf of our Lord Sigismund we thank you for your attendance, and a special thanks to Sorceress Guinevere for providing us with this special entertainment tonight. ::Confused at this announcement, the guests clapped politely and Gwen courtsied arrogantly:: Herald: Tonight's special performer has come a long way to be here, even as far as the Ninth World. Please take your partner for a special dance, and welcome and enjoy the musical stylings of Emily Summers! ::From a platform beneath the stage, the performer rose and Stefan looked up, and when he saw her he froze. And what added more to the pounding of his heart, she was staring right at him with those blue eyes. They were unmistakable; the very eyes that had haunted the dreams of his last several nights. Onstage, Iole reached for the microphone, but the lump in her throat made it nearly impossible to sing. It was like everyone else in the room was suddenly furniture, and he was his own island as he stared into her with those eyes that glowed like candlelight. Without taking her eyes off him, she cleared her throat and began to sing:: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdK5YmRO_2o
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 13, 2011 11:02:13 GMT -5
::The melody soon washed over her the gathering who started getting close to their partners and swaying gently to the music. Gwen's hazel eyes drifted between Iole and Stefan whose eyes remained locked on one another and smiled::
Queen takes Knight.
::It was about this time that Kerion returned from the restroom. She spared a sympathetic glance at his hand before sizing him up with her eyes::
Well since you left me uneskorted for ten whole minutes, I don't believe it would be unreasonable of me to request a dance?
::She held her hands out waiting for him to put his own into position::
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Post by Kerion on Sept 13, 2011 11:57:32 GMT -5
"I do believe I owe that much." He replied, taking her hand and leading her to the floor.
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Post by Iole on Sept 13, 2011 16:31:04 GMT -5
::Seing Stefan incapacitated, and Kamikaze's attention diverted from her, Astaroth quickly lost interest and snaked her way back into the crowd with Melanie close behind, completely destroying any attempts the demoness would have made to hide::
Astaroth: Quite beautiful isn't she. It's that songbird voice of hers that makes me want to tear that pretty throat out.
Melanie: You remember our orders.
Astaroth: Of course, we're not supposed to draw attention. But the night is still young. In the case of a major diversion, no one here would spare too much thought to the murder of a mere cabaret singer. So sing till your heart's content.
::Alicia licked the ends of her claw-tipped fingernails::
Astaroth: Emily Summers.
::Then she turned her attention back to Yami and Aizen::
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August Krasnow
Determined Individual
"Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici."
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Post by August Krasnow on Sept 13, 2011 16:31:39 GMT -5
From a balcony overlooking the main-hall, emerged August, pulling the curtain partially aside. He had in one hand a glass of red-wine, the other a napkin with some morsel of food inside. He set both on the stone rail. He then took out a handkerchief and begun wiping his glasses as he watched the festivities below, scanning for someone.
His eyes darted over each guest like a predatory hawk, looking for a mouse in a field. Keen and sharp; with the glasses back over his eyes, the reflecting firelight made them like lasers with unwavering precision. There, his target spotted, and she would surely feel his cold eyes wash upon her like a bucket of glacier water.
"Hello, Lillith." He spoke in whispers, the words shooting straight into Lillith's ear like the crack of a whip. "Have I ever told you how pretty those green eyes of yours are? I could just pluck them out and keep them, tucked away in a fine little oak case, polished with brass hinges, and kept right here next to my heart so I may gaze upon them whenever it suits me. Would you do me the honor of lending me your pretty, little eyes." He took a sip of wine. "I hear you have a child, does he have your eyes too?" He scoffed a laugh. "Oh if you could see the hairs stand on that milky skin of yours as I do, it's utterly delightful." He trailed off his laugh, wiping a spot of wine from his lips. "What I really wanted to tell you was that two mutual friends of ours paid me a visit recently, dropped in rather unexpectedly. I'm hoping after this soiree, you would like to pay them and me a little visit. Room 308, at the Black Goat Inn just beyond the castle's walls. Hope you'll indulge me. Taa-taa." August slipped back behind the curtain, taking his wine with him and disappearing once more into the confusion of the party.
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Post by Nu on Sept 13, 2011 16:37:38 GMT -5
::From Astaroth's view, she sees the two of them still dancing, though she noticed Yami saw the singer and realized who it actually was and noticed some of the tips of her hair started to sharpen into points, though they were unnoticed by everyone. But before she could use the device, Aizen's hand landed on Yami's shoulder and he whispered something, though her hearing picked it up::
Aizen: Don't think about it, too many people.
::Her hair returned to normal as their dance slowed::
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