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01/10/20 Mysterious creatures have appeared throughout the Kingdom
05/16/18 The Spring Magic Knigts Exam has came to an end!
05/16/18 Patch 2.5 has dropped!
08/01/18 The 4 year Time Skip has occured. New rules and regulations as well as events have all been put into place.
09/21/18 The Royal Knight Exams have begun
10/01/18 The 2018 Fall Harvest Festival will begin
10/19/18 The Fall Magic Knight Exams will begin
11/15/18 The Harvest Festival and Royal Knight Exams both end
11/12/18 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
12/05/18 The Yule Time Festivus has brought many events throughout the Kingdom!
02/15/19 The Grimoire Ceremony is starting all around the country.
04/08/19 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
05/20/19 The Magic Knight Exams have ended
06/01/19 The Diamond Kingdom has started thier invasion on Clover, hoping to end the war!
09/30/19 The War with Diamond has ended!
10/01/19 One Year Timeskip
A large winter themed gala has taken place inside one of the larger noble homes. This year, they've invited even commoners into their mix. You'll find warm fires, delicious food, and an abundance of dancing. Players should feel free to find a partner and dance the night away. Forget the troubles of the world and relax a bit with friends and family.
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Dran gave a soft sigh as the snow began to fall from the sky blanketing the kingdom in a thick layer of snow no matter where you were. Dran gave a smile as he began to lift his right hand looking towards it as a parchment made up of older paper laid within his grasp ‘I guess this time I was invited?’ Dran thought to himself as his left hand rose twirling his white lock as he pondered his situation, and how he wanted to proceed. He clicked his tongue against his teeth as he took a turn towards one of the tailors shops and quickly had them throw together a nice black and white suit as fast as possible letting the button miss match a bit having black, gray, blue, and red buttons on his black and white suit.
Dran didn’t care all too much as his slender body pushed aside mounds of snow as he pushed his way further and further into the center of the Royal capital until one of the local mages used their magic to smolder the snow. Dran gave a nod of his head to one of the servants in charge of keeping the entrance cleaned and quickly made his way to the man whom checked his letter. Quickly the man opened the velvet rope as Dran began to proceed into the establishment with a bright smile and great vigor almost bursting with energy with every step until he finally managed to get to the main ball room.
Dran gave a breath as he thought of how tragic last years event went with the noble and all the other mages. Dran pushed back the thought as he slowly let his muscles flex pushing open the heavy doors as the cheerful music would soon invade his ears rattling around his head with a beautiful melody he remembered from long ago. “It still sounds wonderful” Dran muttered as he began to scramble inside a bit quicker moving to the side of the room as he began to catch his breath a bit.
“I forgot this is a place where Nobles stay” Dran muttered to himself as he glared towards the alcoholics paradise they called a stall. Dran wasted no time walking to the stall and pouring himself a couple glasses of the Royals fine wine. Quickly Dran would take the drinks moving around the border of the room with a drink hindering both of his hand occasionally sending the drink down his throat to try and push the time along a bit quicker. “Jeez where’s Yuurei he wouldn’t skip out on a kingdoms event right?” Dran questioned with a bit of a hiccup towards the end of his sentence his cheeks a bit redder than average as his eyes seemed to weigh heavily. He’d look around to see what his surroundings were, however his vision seemed to blur as he chuckled a bit “Well I guess that is some royal wine” He complimented leaning his head against one of the walls staring towards the ceiling as if dazing off.
When people thought of what it must be like to live as a noble, they often fantasized about all the benefits. Truthfully, there were plenty of benefits. Kinsei certainly felt blessed that he had been born a Kasai. However, the status gained from his birth was not without its drawbacks. In fact, he was currently experiencing once such drawback. That being social events, the bane of his existence. As a noble it was expected of him to partake in at least some of the social calendar. He, like many of his family, had to make time for such events, to parlay with other nobles. These affairs were often filled with good food, dancing, music and fair company. It was terrible! All these people and it wasn’t just expected, but demanded of him to socialize with them all. It wasn’t that he hated his fellow nobles or thought he was above them or anything. If anything, it was the opposite. How could a lowly person like him compare to these bright shining people. Even now, he felt blinded by their sheer charisma. Still, it was expected of him to come and he was trying to be better. Trying to live up to the Kasai name, that meant at least trying to be social.
Kinsei had arrived at the party at exactly the time of the beginning ceremonies, not wanting the attention one often got by being fashionably late. Once there he posted up in a dark corner of the soiree and simply peered out, watching everyone and everything. To a casual observer it must have been an odd sight. He was dressed in the finery expected of a noble, but looked like he was some unmasked version of the phantom of the opera come to life. His nerves made him skittish if anyone approached him and he only seemed to detach himself from his wall when the table full of oeuvres was empty enough that he could scurry over to it, grab himself a bite to eat, and scurry back before someone approached him. This was the little dance he did until eventually he realized he couldn’t just stand there forever. Doing so would be no better than if he had simply stayed in his room all night. Speaking of which, he wondered what his room was up to… He missed his room. He had to shake his head of those thoughts, not a headspace that would help him tonight.
From his position in the corner of the room, Kinsei noted another man whose head was leaning up against the wall. Could this be what he thought it was? Could the Spirits have placed not one, but two antisocial people at this party? Oh, what luck a kindred spirit! Never detaching himself from the wall Kinsei moved along the marble surface, sliding all the way around until he was right next to the stranger. Once there he had to think of a way to not rudely get the other man’s attention. “Umm… excuse me…sir.” His words were a barely audible whisper over the constant music. His voice growing in volume as he continued. “I apologize for interrupting your…. Nap? I’m uh, Kinsei Kasai. Though you don’t have to give me your name if you don’t want to. I was just thinking that if we stand near each other it might be less likely for people to come and try to talk to us. Or at least people we don’t want to talk to us.” Kinsei did his best to give a friendly smile, but his eyes were pleading. He was a very shy puppy looking for a port in this social storm.
Post by Owain Barnett on Dec 2, 2019 11:19:41 GMT -5
I Will Achieve Greatness
[attr="class,owatext]Owain learned that there was a ball coming on and well its part of his duty apparently as a major noble to attend them, he was going to initially just say no and go train or sleep but he remembered that he have some debt to the vermilion they were too nice to him and so he would attend noble parties and help the image of the family. So the young vermilion would then dawn fancy blue robes and matching set of clothes to look his best, brush his hair a little bit and now he is all ready and good for some night of fun on the ball. Hopefully he gets to meet someone he knows or something.
Once there the boy would look around and see what was going on, he would find a lot of people he did not know. But that did not matter, as the boy’s eyes would focus on the dance floor, people dancing around, mostly men and women doing cool dances. Owain really wanted to do that but he did not have anyone to do that with or so he thought. The vermilion would see someone out of the corner of his eye, a girl with a beautiful red dress.
And upon further exception Owain would realize this was none other than Seal, the girl he got to meet and bond with during the investigations. The boy would be quite shocked to see here but he was happy to see her. The boy would then head towards her location, he would have her be his partner of the night. “Hey seal!! Long time no see, I did not expect to see you here. You look amazing by the way.” He would say with a big smile on his face, man was finding her a life savor for him.
“oh by the way, if you do not mind. I was thinking I should hit the dance floor but I don’t have anyone to go with so um” the boy stopped in order to say this properly, he cleared his voice and dropped down to be more handsome and charming. “would you please do me the honor of having a beautiful lady accompany me to the dance floor?” he would say as he extended his hand, hoping she would accept by holding it with hers.
The girl twisted around to see where the familiar voice had come from. Him, here? Well, she should not have been surprised. It might be more surprising to him to see her there after all. Even Seal did not quite believe it. Everything was so pretty- so clean. It looked like it was cut right out of a dream. People lived surrounded by this every day? She couldn't believe it. But, among the colorful twirling dresses and the pretty, sparkly interior Seal stood. Well, squirmed to be more specific.
The nervous look on her face faltered for a moment before it intensified. Words- those, where did they come from? Did nobles talk like that normally? It was embarrassing. The girls face flushed a scarlet as vibrant as the dress she wore. “I-I-” Seal covered up her flaming cheeks with her hands much like the first time they had met. Did Owain know what he was saying?
Seal had only come to watch. Having heard that it was open to even the commoners, it was a once in a lifetime chance to see. Who knew when the opportunity would come around again after all. But- dancing? Owain wanted to dance with her? She looked helplessly at his hand as he outstretched it toward her. And- and his voice- was his throat sore? All the blood in her body seemed to be rushing to her head already. His word choice was slowly hitting each and every single time.
“I- never- well, it’s just-” Slowly Seal lowered her hands. It was just Owain- she knew him. He had been the one to protect her before, and he needed someone right now. And out of all the people there, Owain had seen her. “Haven’t before… s-so, if that’s okay…?” Seal didn’t quite take his hand, but lowered one close to his shyly.
It was interesting to know that the Yule Festival was starting all over the kingdom again. He remembered the first time he did this kind of stuff; he didn’t do much, but it was the first time he had ever stepped down the mountain on his own. That time he had met a few people and it was the start of a new adventure. This was Yuurei’s favorite time of the year and it was because it was the start of a new adventure for him. The noble had been invited to go to the winter gala this year. He didn’t go to this last year, but he was a thrill to go when he found out that commoners were allowed to join. It was in the house of a noble, and he figured with the food and drinks there it would be interesting.
He wouldn’t be going alone as Kouhei would be going with him. Their attire would be that of the best kimono they could find. Yuurei would be wearing a white kimono with the accessory that he always wore on him. The same would be for Kouhei, but he would wear a red kimono instead. The two of them would make their moves through the Royal Capital without wasting time. They had also noticed that there were people in the squad also preparing for this event, so they figured that they would be there as well. When they enter the gala they would notice that there were people who turned their heads towards the Kranes. Yuurei would smile at everyone as they were in awe on how the captain of the Silver Eagle looked. He was young, yet he was beautiful, powerful and well dressed. Kouhei just kept the emotionless face on him as he was here as Yuurei’s retainer.
Yuurei would wave at a few people who were looking at him and waving at him. The noble would move throughout the place as he had made his way towards the sides that the butlers were offering. Kouhei would do the same thing as they would eat a bit as they were walking around. Yuurei could see a lot of people dancing and he was happy to see that people were having fun. It made him even happier when he saw Owain speaking to a girl and it looked like they were going to dance.
“Owain does have a way with the ladies.” He said to Kouhei.
Kouhei looked in the direction of where Yuurei was looking in and he could only see Owain next to a woman.
“It seems he does, but wouldn’t Amelia be angry if she finds out about this.” He said to Yuurei.
“Well, if she does get angry she could only blame herself for not making her move first.” He said to Kouhei chuckling and moving towards a certain area.
Yuurei and Kouhei were young, but they had an authority that nobody would question them at all. They would make their way to one of the butlers serving the wine, and the two Kranes would grab their wine and would drink a bit of it.
“This wine is really better than all the stuff I’ve drinking around the kingdom. They will always have some of the best stuff here.” He said to Kouhei and his cousin would nod as he drank some the wine.
Yuurei’s eyes would scan the main ballroom at this point and he would see Dran and it looked like the man was leaning his head against the wall. The young wizard was surprised he was like this but noticed that there was someone that approached him and it seemed like they were having a conversation.
“It looks like one Silver Eagle took part in this party.” He nudged Kouhei in the direction.
Kouhei would have a smirk on his face as he could see Dran and wondered if the young man had drunk too much already.
Had it not been overshadowed since the dawn of the last winter gala event, Connor may have refused the open invitation that lay on his bed-side table and had been reluctant to even check the mail yesterday. If his neighbours weren't jumping up and down in their yards nude every first day of Yule, he may have known that this years celebrations would be funded by the King's Cellar and the doors of the nobles would be opened eventually after his demise. Foresight was not Connor's greatest strength and it had taken more than a few not-so-polite hints that a commoner would be under the watchful eye of the constabulary and perhaps even the battle-hardened military of Clover. Though his fingers were deft and his ploys were sometimes lacking subtlety, Connor assured them that larceny was the furthest thing in his heart from what he was earnestly here for and, as if to hit the nail on the head, he fanned his eye lashes seductively at the woman who was beside him.
In hindsight it may have been problematic to attempt to spike the egg-nogs of his less than noble district's early liquor celebrations, but, since they came to him for advice on how to make the libation more intoxicating, he was happy to oblige. Connor was lacing the bitter and milky drink with something sweet, it had been a bitter year and the war would need something mellowing to grind the edge off. The slow and steady conclusion to the upkeep and the taxes that the citizens were experiencing due to the war, halting the mysterious and magical process by which the rich were getting richer was an almost over night affair that most of the army was not aware of. Their wages came from the tables of the impoverished, their food and drink; out of the mouths of the poor, the frivolous and often gaudy robes they ceremoniously adorned themselves with were the divine regalia that was taken from the backs of the commoner. Connor felt like he had a bright star burning above his head the second he slipped on a pair of woollen socks that morning and said his prayers; aspiring for a supreme or "higher" being, to not only look over him in his endeavours but to provide succour in difficult circumstances. The garb that now cloaked him felt crusted by dust and was thread-bare by design, light-weight and ample pockets to conceal all but his hands. It was not reminiscent of this year's fashionable choices and at first glance it was bought with a penny above the grade by which his personal circumstances had allowed after his upheaval from the nobler districts earlier this year.
Connor arrived in the Royal Capital by carriage, his shoes were not of the quality or made with the purpose of travelling by road. The dust that he was wearing was the accumulation of what had been trailing behind the precursor carriage travelling in the same direction and was a distinct cologne in company that had never walked a crooked mile. Being behind the horse; as he were, Connor could not help but fathom the perfunctory rituals that would have some of the nobler denizens of Clover smelling of roses and other sweet floral aromas until he noticed that there were different entrances ascribed for different types of invitations. The first entrance was a red carpet designed to carry the occupants from their carriages without so much as touching the ground while the second entrance, the one that Connor was referred to, was cobblestone and wooden arched. His coach driver elected to drive past the otherwise congested traffic of the main road that was filled with many noble faces Connor had remembered seeing on the streets of the Capital when he lived here. The first door was never closed and such was the welcome given to those that had a different invitation, a verbal expectation was presented to these revellers that had gone through the threshold of that particular door. Connor's written invitation was more a keepsake than actual drivel etched into the paper, and when his carriage driver had asked him to show his invitation, he had smiled.
Those that greeted the driver with anything more than a smile would be taken to the first door; as was the custom of the nobles, while those that simply smiled were expected to be taken to the second door. Bringing only himself, his manners and his affordable clothing, Connor couldn't help but notice that these two doors led to the same vacuous room in a building that he had seen the skeleton of before they had buried it with people and alcohol. The only real difference between the entrances was reception and everyone that walked through the first door were completely oblivious to the second door, however, everyone that walked through the second door was dimly aware of the first. Shouldering his way past the closed door, he inserted his slip of paper underneath the door as had been customary of anyone using the back door. A kitchen hand had been bribed and the idea of an enigmatic and circumspect individual arriving through this door at an undescribed time was reinforced with commoner coin than a platinum crown. Connor liberated the young man of his concerns when he clapped his shoulders with his hands, perhaps dusting his hands; maybe dusting the chips of snow off the man's shoulders, when he smiled a wolfish grin of teeth riddled with cavities and blackened by charcoal. The kitchen-hand showed Connor the way to the wash basin and watched as he sunk his hands into the water filling into the bowl, dipping his invitation liberally in the water he made sure to strip the dye from the paper which had been a convoluted sludge of ash and other unsavoury things and then began to smear it through his hair. Making sure as to touch even the edges of the haircut he had considered giving to himself with the salve that was stripping his hair of it's natural brown colour, Connor located the desired pocket underneath his coat which was the vessel containing a small crystalline vial.
The liquid it contained had been a weak tonic before Connor had taken the liberty of turning it into an aperitif that would make even the gluttonous ravenous. Dabbing his wrists with the liquid, he allowed it to sink into his skin before casting the rest of the contents; and the sediments, over his shoulder. It was not long before Connor regained his senses, his smell had been overwhelmed by the fragrance and it had nearly given him a moderate head-ache. His teeth were aching and his tongue was restless and while he found it easier to be glib; Connor found that it was harder to maintain his composure, and while this had been desirable prior to the event he had found now that it's constitution required more thistle leaves. The nettle stung his throat when he generously slaked his thirst with yet another well-labelled concoction that had been sitting on a bench beside where he was washing his hair and clothes, provided by the kitchen hand probably as his breath had reeked of grit and dung. Complementary spirits were always welcomed by someone such as himself, and as such this event had been something he had been looking forward to since the last one had had not been invited to.
A crick in his neck had reminded Connor that his time was fleeting and his youth had been waning since he had reached manhood. Looking down at the mushy pulp that he'd been smearing into his hair, Connor couldn't help but feel reprehensive enough to dispose of it sanely. Setting the kitchen hand to the task, he was merciful enough to grant him the knowledge to not breath the smoke that would arise should he burn it discretely outside. " Auditory hallucinations... Don't breath the smoke. Being concise was one of Connor's talents and although he was not particularly blessed with the courage to go out of his way to start a conversation, he could read a situation down to the footnote. Upon opening the door from the kitchen there was an oppressing and overwhelming sense of strength and Connor fortified his sense of egoity so as to not get lost in the ocean of the crowd and it's dominion. The fractured remnants of what was left of Clover was more or less fractally diverse and the various conclusions that Connor had seen in the faces of these people were haunted by the one or two faces Connor did not see in the crowd no matter how hard he looked. A sense of loss was mingled with a distinct marring of satisfaction as he immediately recognised one or two people that had been heralded as some of the survivors of the war that had robbed them of their beloved King. Clover was getting smaller in the scope of the world but more solid; smaller but denser, and it's military might had been tried and proven to be absolute in smaller quantifiable terms then just what Connor would suggest to be the first thing he would say at an event of this magnitude and majesty.
Before leaving the kitchen, the hand that had opened the door for him patted him on the back and gave him a comically small pie to brandish into the foray of the people Connor had many words to describe; but none of them were meek, and he slowly began nibbling at the sweetened crust that was now crumbling and dissolving in his mouth. Not sure where to begin or what to do exactly at this event, Connor located a vacant table and chair and began to scan the crowd for an eager or overly enthusiastic face to share the evening with. He had been wearing dancing shoes, Connor questioned the structural integrity of his foot bindings however and began to think that the common dances of the people outside of the capital would not entirely be appropriate for such an event nor would his shoes be able to bear the great effort and inextricably convoluted choreography that was expected of nobler dances. Finding his bearings, he ordered another small pie before being told that they contained venison; or horse, or something Connor couldn't completely understand or appreciate while the waiter explained; amidst the din of the revelry, that they were excellent for virility or sterility, which ever, Connor did not take kindly to this man's lack of decorum so he decided to not particularly listen to the next part of the sentiment which may have had Connor considering to lose his breakfast as well as his lunch. His eyes were distant and infinitesimally scouting the room's details when he found them resting on an exchange between a bartender and a reveller, it would seem that alcohol was asked for and provided by the staff; who were all wearing various reincarnations of the same monochromatic garb, that Connor had been wearing. It now made sense why people were approaching him with a gentle, carefree whim and when they were asking things of him that Connor could not readily put in their hands he simply began to smile and shake his head. Connor could not provide much more than a scathing remark to criticise a person's sense of the word fashion as it was above his means, financially Connor could not afford to be on these people's radars as anything less than a potential peer. The years that had passed by had surrendered to him a wisdom that few had been afforded by anything less than time and bad experience, yet, here he stood, rubbing shoulder's with some of the richest people on the planet. Had his own heart not been made of roses and gold, he may have elected to steal someone else's, that and the fact he had promised to keep his larceny to a polite and acceptable medium. He indulged in a short glass of something ruby red and sickly sweet, which delighted his palette and did not kick him in the back of the throat like most of the commoner wine's were oft to do.
Post by Cyrus Elwood on Dec 3, 2019 2:20:29 GMT -5
As the snow fell from the clouds up above the Royal Capital on this beautiful winter day, Cyrus smiled as he looked down at the blanketed streets below from the window of his personal quarters at the Golden Dawn squad's base. He always loved this time of year, aesthetically; the sight of the white flakes as they drifted lazily to the ground below was always one that he looked forward to in the months before. Certainly there were a few things he didn't like about the season; the cold and ice it brought often covered and killed much of the vegetation, robbing him of one of his favorite interests outside. But he supposed that was the price to pay for such a beautiful time of year. Typically he would stay indoors, and admire it from the warmth of home. But on this day, he was preparing to venture out into the ice.
For on this night was the Yule Ball.
The notion of attending this party was honestly not something the young noble was able to wrap his head around quite yet; it was rather rare that members of the Elwood family were invited to such extravagant matters, except perhaps as an obligatory courtesy. So one could imagine his surprise when he received an invitation to the event. And the sap wizard was likely not the only one experiencing such feelings; from what he had heard around the base, many people had received invitations; higher nobles, lessers, and even commoners were all blessed with a beckoning to the ball.
Being so inexperienced in such matters, Cyrus might have been at something of a loss on what to do for clothing for the occasion... if he had anything other than a single outfit worthy of such a grand celebration. It wasn't as flashy, perhaps, as the garbs of other nobles who would be attending. But it was something he could feel proud to be seen in and wear. And more importantly, it was something he would be comfortable wearing alongside others...
Because for this occasion, Cyrus had a date.
Not too long ago, the young knight had ventured in search of a curious shop that he had heard rumors about. Supposedly, it sold all manners of weapons, accessories, and trinkets, almost all of which were magical in nature. As an aspiring mage, it would be foolish of him to pass up an opportunity to visit such a place. So visit he did; and when he did, he met the young woman who owned the shop; Fibi Von Engel. Not the best around women (something he had begun to realize after working together with several over his relatively brief career so far within the Magic Knights), the olive-eyed wizard wouldn't deny that he had been rather taken with the odd shopkeeper not long after meeting her. Not only her appearance, though he considered her to be quite attractive in that regard as well; what really entranced him about the wielder of Compass magic was just the sense of energy that seemed embedded into her.
She was an adventurous sort to be sure; many of the interesting treasures for sale in her store were acquired personally. But Fibi wasn't content to simply sell bits and baubles; she also knew a great deal about the wares she sold. Though she had a way of turning most conversations held in her store into a sales pitch, he found it charming just how wrapped up and exuberant she was about her line of work. It was in her shop that he procured a curious loaf of bread that had thus far been serving him well in his duties; the regenerating tack provided relief not only to his hunger, but to his wallet in allowing him to forgo buying so much food.
During his first visit, Cyrus discovered a way that he could assist his new acquaintance, and since then had made it a habit to provide his help whenever he had the chance. Beyond the simple joy of helping someone with their work, it was also an opportunity to spend more time with the girl who had so captured his attention.
So when the invitation arrived for the ball, and he learned just how many people were receiving them, he decided to take a gamble on an idea after some nervous deliberation. Cyrus made his way over to the shop, and asked Fibi if she had also been invited. And with the knowledge that she was, he somehow managed to work an invitation to attend the ball together into their talk. And much to his delight, she had accepted.
Having since gotten dressed in his formal attire, Cyrus was now riding in a carriage back to the girl's store and home; since he had been able to save so much money recently, he had been able to afford the buggy's service for the night, thinking that it would be a good way to start things off. It hadn't even made too big of a dent in his funds! They had agreed to meet back at her store when it was time for the gala, and the time was nigh. He had no idea what sort of garment the spunky shopkeep would be wearing; with her lighthearted, casual demeanor, he had no idea what sort of thing she might wear for such an occasion (though whatever it was, he was certain that she would look amazing in it).
As he pondered the possibilities, the carriage came to a stop; they were at the store. Smiling, Cyrus stepped down off of the buggy and made his way over to the door, taking a moment to make sure that he was presentable. Certain that his clothes were on right and his hair was a less than horrendous mess, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves, releasing it as he lightly knocked on the door. He considered calling out to see if it could help get her attention, wherever she was in the building, but decided against it; with his nerves as they were, he wasn't sure if he could manage such a thing without embarrassing himself somehow.
Magic Knights Mantle, Black Lioness Blade, Lion Heart
Seemed like it was that time again. One of the most wonderful times of the year. The Yule Festival was in full swing around the kingdom and Emily knew what that meant. The Winter Gala was in progress, and the redhead had just managed to get everything she needed to get done so that she could attend. Luckily she had someone get her dress for her or she never would’ve finished in time. She wasn’t going for anything too different this year. She got a dress adorned with patterns that weren’t much different from the armor that she wore on a daily basis. She didn’t know what it was, but she kind of liked that look. So much so, apparently, that she had to wear it to the Gala as well, but in dress form. Either way, once the Vermillion was dressed and ready to go she headed downstairs. The girl kept finding herself messing with her hair. It just didn’t feel right enough to her. Then again, who was she trying to impress? She received some general praise from her mother about her looking lovely and just… other motherly comments. All the while Emily smiled and thanked her. At least the night wasn’t a complete waste of time. The redhead was always glad to have her mother around, regardless of what the situation was. Even though the woman was dealing with issues of her own, she still displayed so much love for her children. This meant so much to Emily considering that she wasn’t even her real child. [break][break] The redhead thought about heading towards the Lions base next to see if she could look for Forrest, but she decided against it. Besides, he’d just be at the Gala anyways, right? With that, the Vermillion hopped into the carriage that was waiting for her outside the estate. She wondered whether Silas had already left or not, or if he was even going. Who knew, he could’ve been too busy this year. “So… remind me why this isn’t considered a waste of time again?” a familiar voice echoed throughout the girl’s mind. Emily sighed, “Because Astrid… you’re supposed to go and have fun.” she responded, a lower volume in her voice. “Fun? What the hell could be fun about some stupid gathering. Besides, you don’t look like you’re having too much fun.” she scoffed. Emily growled a bit, “Well of course not. I don’t have a date!” she said a bit louder than she wanted to. The driver looked back over his shoulder, a look of concern on his face. Emily locked eyes with him, blinking a few times before letting out a nervous laugh. All the while Astrid was laughing inside of the girl’s mind. “So let me get this straight. You’re a princess who can’t find a date? Priceless!” the woman told her, laughing about the scenario. Emily rolled her eyes, “To be fair, you’re the only one that even calls me that. Besides, it doesn’t matter. I can have fun without a date.” she said, making sure to keep her voice down this time. [break][break] “Well if that was true then why get all dressed up?” she asked. “Because I still have a reputation to keep, and besides, I like to think that it’s part of the fun.” she responded. “Spoken like a girl who couldn’t get a date.” she replied. “Ya know Astrid, I really would strangle you if I could, so be glad you don’t have a body.” she said, crossing her arms in frustration. “Well, I do have yours.” “Oh shut up…” [break][break] Time passed and the girl arrived at the Gala. Hopefully it wasn’t going to turn into some kind of disaster like it had last year, and the year before that. She exited the carriage and made her way into the venue through the huge doors. Despite the place being so open, it wasn’t very cold. Though that’s how it usually was. The amount of people that attended the event usually caused the atmosphere to be much warmer than expected. Speaking of the atmosphere, it was fairly normal. Food was out, music was playing, people were talking, people were dancing. The girl blinked a few times, squinting out towards the dance floor only to see her brother, Owain. She reeled back, surprised. “Owain even found himself a date to the Gala? When did he get so popular?” she asked herself. She knew that if Silas showed up he’d probably show up with Chang’e. She was nice, but that didn’t exactly make the redhead feel any better about her situation. She let out a small sigh before heading over to grab some food. She grabbed a plate and looked at the selection with a smile. “Oh food, at least you’ll never leave my side.” she said.
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[attr=class,lavaboymaintext]It was that time of year again the time Silas disliked the most out of the whole year. Well not this exact time but more so winter as a whole the vice captain enjoyed the Yule Festival itself and it was perhaps the only saving grace of this time of year. He of course didn't care that it was cold outside having heat based magic and all it was never a problem for him. However it was around the time that the festival ended that he didn't like. Since it was so cold outside this time of year most nobles held all the dances and things of that sort to avoid having to go out as much. It wasn't to bad when he was younger as he could always skip out on them if he wanted but now that he was the head of the vermilion family that wasn't an option anymore. On top of all that he still had to plan and host the vermilion ball after all it was one of the things his mother looked forward to every year and with how much she was going through and all that she had done from him there was no way he couldn't have one even if he wasn't a fan of those types of things.
Regardless he didn't have to worry about that as it was the winter gala tonight which as a main noble it was almost expected of him to attend even if he didn't make it to the one last year. Silas would of course go with Chang'e but she had somethings come out and couldn't make it at the same time as him. The lava mage would get dressed up in a white suit with a red tie messing with his hair to make it look more noble like before heading out. The place was as lively as ever with music and people already dancing. He would arrive somewhat before Emily however out of all the vermilion's it seemed Owain was the first to arrive and it seemed like he had a date himself. This would cause the vice captain to smile a little it seemed his younger brother paid attention to more than just his training lessons. The crimson haired mage would make his way over to were Owain currently was the girl Owain was with Silas recognized as they had explored a dungeon together not to long ago. "Owain it's nice to see that you showed but and lady Seal you look nice today." The older vermilion would then whisper into his brothers ear.
"Just remember what I taught you and everything will be fine. Also while we're here to have fun don't drink to much we have a early training session tomorrow." Silas would wait a few minutes for the younger two mages to give greetings or whatever they planned on doing he would also spot Emily enter the place out of the corner of his eye. As much as he wanted to say he was surprised Emily was alone he couldn't which was truly sad. "Well I'll let the two of you have your fun besides I'm sure Owain doesn't want to hangout with his older brother anyway." With that Silas would make his way over to Emily assuming Owain or Seal didn't ask him anything. As he was making his way to her the lava mage would grab two glasses on wine arriving just in time to hear her talking to her food. "Ya know Emily if you keep talking to food people might think your crazy." He would then hand her one of the glasses before taking a drink of his own.
[attr=class,lavaboystattext]Current Health & Status Mana Skin: 100% Health: 100% Mana: 505/505
Combat Summary Mana Used: 00 Mana Regenerated: 00 Damage Taken: 00 Healing Received: 00 Battle Notes: None.
Post by Fibi von Engel on Dec 4, 2019 4:13:56 GMT -5
Okay, she thought to herself while looking herself in the mirror, if someone asks her about her shop, don't sell them anything. If someone asks her about what she's been doing, don't sell them anything. If anyone talks about money, DO NOT SELL THEM ANYTHING. This wasn't a sales pitch, this was a fancy dance. This wasn't some swap meet, this was a gala. She kept running it through her head again and again. Running it on repeat, running it back, running it ragged. Fibi von Engel of Curio-Investigators glared at herself in the mirror, a stern look on her face, "And if anyone asks you to sell them something, don't sell them anything. OKay? Okay. It's like going in to battle, a battle of stealth, just, don't show your hand." Her hands were trembling at the thought of not trying to further her business. In the back of her mind she had conditioned herself to be able to tackle all of this at all times, to handle the ever looming threat of the people from her homeland coming to take her home to live a life as a human weapon. She thought to herself one final thing, she just needs to take a moment to take a break, to take a day to herself. So, she was going to the winter gala on a date, a date with Cyrus.
Her hair was done a bit down, rather than pulled in to a side tail, she had it braided in to side bangs, resting against her ears and just above her shoulders, tied together with little bands, making sure the black part of her hair wasn't showing, going full orange head tonight. Looking at herself in her mirror as she stepped back and spun around, on her person she had a tear away dress if the night required some more free moving dancing. It hanged down to her shins, and could be town away, turning the bottom part in to a sarong, allowing her legs to breath from the thigh down. On her legs were thigh high stockings, a nice pure winter white with blue dancing shoes on her feet. With a belt pulled taught around the skirt of a nice soft black, she pressed down on the pleats, making sure it didn't ruffle the blue fabric.
On her torso was a top that blended well with the rest of her outfit. A nice soft blue like her skirt, lined with white frills on either side from the shoulder down, showing off a nice white in the center and three black buttons for show. Her shoulders exposed and on her arms a pair of detached sleeves, baggy and bunched up a little bit to give a puffier look, a fancier look. With her collar folded down, Fibi would take in one more deep breath, and speak to herself in the mirror this time. "Do not sell anyone anything." She would then head down the stairs, and to the entrance of the shop, where her date, Cyrus Elwood, a very curious boy she had met before, would be waiting for her.
When Cyrus was outside, Fibi was coming out of the shop, and was taken aback. If Cyrus was so strapped for money, what was he doing with a carriage? No, stop thinking about money, for once Fibi, just stop! As he approached her, and she approached him, she would hold out her hand, waiting to be taken to the carriage so that they could head to the Gala.
"So, it's a bit fancy no? I'm just a random worker, do you think I have what it takes to cut it with the upper crust of the party?"
Yuurei’s eyes moved around the ballroom as he wondered who else had made their way into this place. He had met a lot of people, but would they all show here? He wasn’t sure, but he could see and find out. While he looked around he could see that there were two people that he knew off in the distance. The noble would smile when he saw them and he would tap Kouhei as his cousin would look at him.
“Come on now we are going to speak to some people.” He said to Kouhei.
Kouhei would look at his cousin and he would look around to see who they were going to approach. There was one person he remembered seeing not too long ago, but it was a brief chat between the two. Then the meeting, but he didn’t say anything throughout that whole thing. It could be them that they were going to, but it could be Owain? He wasn’t sure, but Yuurei would get close to Owain first as he would have to approach him to get to Silas and Emily. When he did he would look at the pair and he would smile at Owain.
“I see you’re enjoying yourself Owain. Make sure you don’t step on the young lady’s feet.” He said these words as he kept walking towards Silas and Emily.
Kouhei would follow Yuurei and when he looked at Owain he would glare at him. The way he spoke about Amelia and everything and now he was off with another woman. He didn’t like that at all, but he didn’t know the whole story. Still, it was his family that was involved, which angered him more than anything. He would catch up to Yuurei as the young noble would make his way towards the two Vermillions. He would smile at both of them and he would look over to Silas first before anything.
“I see you were able to make it to the gala Silas. I didn’t think you would be here alone, where is your fiancé?” He asked him as he only knew that Silas had one because of Qiao who bragged about being his brother in law.
It was surprising that these two had made it this far in the Magic Knights as they had been friends for a while and had been through a lot. Shit, Yuurei had shared his blood with Silas once before, so that was something interesting. Kouhei would nod towards Silas as he had known about the man’s strength and knew that Silas was even stronger than him. Yuurei would look over to Emily right then and there with a smile on his face.
“Nice to see you here as well Emily. You’re as beautiful as ever, and might I say that dress brings out those eyes of yours even more.” He would say this with a smile as he figured he should ask her to dance as he thought it would be polite to do so.
“Emily would care to dance?” Yuurei would say this as he would offer his hand towards Emily and if she would decline he would be perfectly fine with it.
Post by Owain Barnett on Dec 5, 2019 7:32:11 GMT -5
I Will Achieve Greatness
[attr="class,owatext]Owain would laugh nervously at the introduction of Silas to the group, the boy was not the most confident when Silas was around, not only because Silas is strong and firm but also the fact that Owain usually feels like he would get a random surprise suplex out of nowhere and start another training drill every time he sees him. But luckily that was not the case today, Silas would allow him to have his fun today. “Oh hey bro, nice to meet you, yeah of course, don’t worry about me I will do great.” He would say with a smile on his face. “alright I will see you later man, you too have fun.” The boy would say, he wondered where Silas’s fiancé were, he never got the chance to meet her. Owain really wanted to know what kind of woman she is, is she a training freak like Silas or perhaps the complete opposite, the curiosity have been killing him at this point, soon he would have to actively hunt for her.
Owain would then turn back to Seal and grab her hand she extended. “alright lets go!” before he could drag her away to the dance floor someone else would stop Owain and Seal, this time it would be none other than Yuurei himself and of course Kouhei who at this point Owain wondered if he was Yuurei’s shadow manifested into a person, everywhere the captain is Kouhei follows it was bizarre to say the least. “Ha captain, you know you do not have to worry about that, I am a great dancer.” Owain would say with a smile on his face, Owain noticed Kouhei’s glare but did not react to it, why did that man glare at Owain like that? Owain had literally no idea, some Krane can be crazy luckily Yuurei is not one of them at least.
After they were gone Owain would be happy, he wanted to dance damn it not chat around. So he took Seal who’s hand he was still holding and dragged her over to the dance floor. “alright we are here, ok so follow my foot step, use you free hand and put over my shoulder.” The boy would say still holding one of her hands, he then placed the other hand behind her back a little bit on the lower side but not too low. “ok now just follow my lead as I match the tempo of the song.” The boy would say before beginning to move around slowly and carefully, if successful he would begin performing the waltz with Seal Crowe an appropriate dance for this occasion.
Post by Cyrus Elwood on Dec 5, 2019 22:07:45 GMT -5
Cyrus closed his eyes as he waited patiently for his date to answer the door, taking the time to enjoy the cool breeze of the winter afternoon. With weather such as this, and considering the person behind the door, he was fairly certain that he wouldn't mind waiting for a long time (though perhaps eventually he might regret that he had chosen against wearing gloves for the night). But luckily enough for his hands, he wouldn't have to worry about such a thing; within a minute or two of his initial knocking, he could hear the sound of someone within making their way down the steps towards the front door. With an excited smile he didn't bother trying to hide, Cyrus took a step back from the door as it opened...
And nearly stepped right off the step as he saw Fibi emerge from her shop.
Her hair was down, rather than in the side tail that he had since become accustomed to seeing her wear. It was braided to a degree, and in such a way that the black portion of her hair was hidden from view (briefly he wondered if that might have been intentional, or just a coincidence). From the detached sleeves and thigh highs to the belt and collar, everything about her choice of clothing was stunning as far as the young mage was concerned. Instantly, Cyrus could feel the blood rush to his cheeks and ears at the sight of his date, and he moved his mouth for a moment only to find that no words were coming out.
Okay; so he wasn't the smoothest operator.
Cyrus took a moment to focus, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he gave her a small but goofy grin. "Y-You look beautiful, Fibi! I love your dress and hair!" He complimented her, though after a moment a thought occurred to him. "Not that you don't always, eheh! Just... amazing in a different sort of way!" He managed, mentally berating himself for the embarrassing attempt to backpedal.
Realizing that she was holding her hand out, and noticing the surprised look on her face, Cyrus slowly took her hand and lead her over to the carriage, helping her up into the seat. "I've been on a few big missions lately," he explained with a smile, reaching into a small box at his feet with his free hand as he spoke. "Between those and the money I've been saving on food, I wanted to do something a little extra to hopefully make this more fun! How have you been, lately?"
Finally he found what he had been searching for, retrieving a blanket from the box. "I brought this, in case it gets a little too cold on the ride." He added, draping it over their legs for the moment. Fibi spoke up again, asking how well he though she would fit in. To this, Cyrus chuckled. "Would you believe me if I said this was my first time going to something like this?" He asked, as the carriage got on its way to the gala. "I've never been given the opportunity to attend a gala. We Elwoods aren't exactly the high society-type, either. But I don't think you have to worry too much! From what I've been hearing, there will be people from all walks of life there; upper nobles, lesser, commoners, whatever!"
The carriage ride wasn't too terribly long, and it wasn't much longer before they arrived. Once the buggy pulled to a stop, Cyrus thanked the driver and stepped out, offering his hand to help Fibi down and then leading her to the entrance. A servant gave the pair a respectful bow, and then pushed open the door for them. Cyrus smiled, and glanced over at his companion. "So Fibi... do you dance?" He asked, a little surprised he hadn't asked such a question until now. Truthfully, he wasn't much to write home about himself; he had taken some lessons, of course. He couldn't let himself be a total embarrassment to the family should he somehow get invited to something like this, after all. But those lessons had been years ago, and he wasn't sure if he could remember any of them.
Dran's eyes began to stir as a voice began to speak to him. He wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there at that point the time seemed to pass by him so quickly. His silver eyes would reveal themselves as his eye lids pulled back and a bit of a yawn slipped from his lips as the man went on to explain himself further. Dran noticed the bottle still tightly held with his right hand. He'd let the man finish before Dran decided to take another slightly smaller sip from his bottle as he thought of how to respond to this Kinsei boy. He'd let out a softer sigh as his lips would part. "It's Dran" The plant mage went on to say as he began to analyze the boy. Hearing he wasn't from the Vermillions kind of confused Dran with the red hair and all, but he decided not to dwell on that appearance all that much.
Dran would wait to respond to the boy, he'd instead look around to new arrivals at the part. "Hmmm" Dran would say with a hum. His eyes twinkling as both the lion cubs and Yuurei appeared. Dran looked towards Kinsei with a soft smile. "I don't think I want to be alone though" Dran said looking towards the red haired boy "It's better to be with others trust me" Dran would say as his body peeled off the wall walking five steps in front of Kinsei before turning around on his heel "And if you'd like to be social there's nobody better to do it with than me" Dran said with a confident tone before turning around and beginning his pace through the ball room.
As Dran paced through the ball room he passed a variety of characters such as a a smaller child dawning a bright red hair cut and gave a bit of a chuckle. 'Reminds me of Silas' Dran thought to himself before noticing the boy had a female companion with himself already. 'Or perhaps a bit further along than Silas' Dran thought to himself bringing his hand up to cover his small fit of laughter before composing himself once more. He'd watch to see if the boy from before was behind him to assure he was at least within his comfort zone. Just as quick he'd snap his head forward spotting a surprising sight as Silas, Emily, and Yuurei seemed to be speaking by the food.
"Hmm that's a strange group" Dran admitted as he'd pace towards them his fluffy white hair seemed to bounce with every step as his right hand clenched his wine bottle tightly taking another sip before arriving at the group. Dran's eyes a bit blank before popping back to live. "This is definitely not your average sight" Dran would tease towards three as Yuurei extended his hand towards Emily "Ohh" He'd say for a moment realizing what Yuurei was speaking with Emily about. Dran took a moment blinking as he'd slowly look around to see if that boy was following him looking for an escape from his awkward comment.