[Soirée] Birds of a Feather

Mon Jan 08, 2018 9:52 pm

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ive trills! Five trills was all the time he took his eyes off of the Duke and now he was gone. He'd just been standing there, a little quietly, nibbling on one piece of food after another, staring at other nobles. Every now and then his mouth shifted a little and Sin thought he could see dislike on his face but then it shifted back again as he took another bite to eat. He'd kept his distance from the Duke, allowing other people to approach him if they so desired but it didn't seem like anyone desired to do so. All the while, the heavy purse was still hanging on his belt, constantly reminding him that he needed to find a moment to unload it.

With the Duke seemingly bored in place, there probably wasn't going to be a better time to take a moment to do so. Sin thought for a trill if he should inform the Duke that he would be away for a moment but he didn't want to disturb Tristan's... whatever he was doing. Another server passed with some food and the Duke took a portion of his tray. He wouldn't be going anywhere soon. Sin turned away from the Duke and looked around. There were various servants dressed up in the colors of the Venora, ready to receive any gifts or donations by the attending people. He simply had to find the closest one and donate the purse and return. There, just a few steps away, with his back to Sin, stood one of the servants. Sin turned to look at Tristan, who was still in the same place, eating his food, and back to the servant. He quickly turned and stepped towards him.

Sin rushed in between two groups of people chatting and almost ran into someone else. He quickly apologized with a nod and when he looked back to the servant found him wandering off, looking for others who would donate. He walked as quick as he could without looking rushed and managed to catch up with the man. "So sorry to bother you." Sin said to the servant. He untied the purse from his belt. "My master, Sinra Khan, sends his apologies for not being able to attend tonight's gala. He asked me to donate this small token as part of his apology." Sin raised the purse, containing exactly 500 golden nels and handed it over to the servant. The servant bowed politely as he accepted the donation. "I will inform my Lord of your master's words." Sin bowed in thanks and turned away from the servant, focusing back on his job.

Tristan, the Duke of Oakleigh, was gone from his spot. Of course. Five trills! Five trills was all the time he took his eyes off of the Duke and now he was gone. Sin tried to look past some people near the location he'd left Tristan, perhaps he'd joined one of the many conversations, but he couldn't see him from here. His first thought wasn't towards kidnapping or danger, instead it was one of annoyance, mostly at himself. Sin rushed back, maneuvering between the two groups and walking back as quick as he could. There was a rush in his step he didn't bother to hide this time. Arriving back to where Tristan had last been standing he looked around, looking for his employer. This wouldn't look good on his record if something happened now.

Sin turned around and around, looking for someone dressed like Tristan, someone with Tristan's hair or even just his height. Nothing. Father, don't do this, not tonight, no-... A glimpse of blonde hair next to a man dressed like Tristan, walking away from the center of the room towards one of the many hallways leading out. That would be the one thing to pull Tristan out of his slump or whatever he'd been in earlier: a woman. Sintih hurried through the crowd, circling around groups of people talking and laughing with each other. He lost sight of the pair twice but managed to pick them up as they walked into the hallway leading out. He had little hope for the labyrinth this noble house would prove to be. If they really wanted to do some charity, this Oliver would just hand this place over to a hundred or so lowtowners who could easily live here without every meeting each other.

Sin pushed his way through the crowd, mumbling insincere apologies left and right until he got out of the main mass. It was mostly a straight line for the hallway now. He walked out of the large ballroom and into a wide hallway but didn't see Tristan or a blonde woman there. He continued on, following the hallway. He tried some of the doors along the way. Locked, locked, open, empty, locked, open. "Oh... my apologies, wrong room." He excused himself quickly from a group of serving girls working. He didn't stay long enough to see what they were working on. He found a set of stairs leading to the first floor and as he walked up them, he came across two other people in the hallway. One seemed heavily pregnant and in no shape to be attending things like this. The other seemed focused on his task of supporting the first.

The other, a man, seemed to carefully reach out to open the door and then proceeded to kick it further open before freezing in place, the both of them staring into the room. He only caught a little of what was being said into the room but the titles used by the man did coincide with the title held by his employer. Please let it be him, Father. Sin threw his white orb eyes towards the ceiling, not that anyone would notice. He waited quietly in the hallway while the woman continued to speak, something about glowing and dangerous. Now that didn't really sound like his employer. He'd never known Tristan to glow, at least not in any way that would be 'noticeable and a bit dangerous' as the woman had put it. That said, he didn't want to barge in past the pregnant woman so he remained in the hallway, several steps from the couple in front of the door, waiting for them to leave or move inside. He couldn't see inside the room, nor was he visible from it unless someone came to the door but he was close enough that he could hear, and hopefully recognize, the voice of anyone responding from inside.

Wed Jan 10, 2018 6:52 am

“We should try that sometimes“, Tristan replied in much the same, suggestive tone and smiled back at Valeria as she talked about sharing a private moment in plain sight. His eyes seemed to sparkle. The way she had put it, all those formalities actually sounded like fun!

He definitely couldn’t resist the sight of her running down her hands over her waist and her behind. He was neither gay nor a monk (only a gay man or a monk would possibly be unaffected by the sight such a beautiful woman, and he was not entirely sure about the latter).

He stopped thinking about etiquette again, he even stopped thinking about how she had called him ‘Your Grace’ even though he had really liked the sound at it and just looked at her fascinatedly. Taking her to that room and kissing her had been the best decision that he had made that trial – no, that season – at least! It felt absolutely wonderful!

It was better than kissing Lorena or Lianne or that savage in the jungle, and he wasn’t really interested in thinking about Ilaren and Faith right now. He just wanted to kiss her again and possibly do more, but then she suddenly drew back, and he looked at her in confusion for a moment before he laughed and decided that her pretending to put up a little resistance had potential as well!

“No?” he asked and almost pouted - as if he too was mostly concerned with their little experiment and he was oh so disappointed because it hadn’t worked. “That’s interesting. We seem to be immune to each other’s powers – because you don’t look any more radiant than you normally do either. I’m not sure if I would survive that anyway, considering how beautiful you already are without using your Blessing!”

He definitely didn’t resist as she moved her fingers down her torso, but shivered lightly under her touch and closed his eyes for a moment before he abruptly wrapped an arm around her waist so that she would eventually be leaning against the armrest, with him looking down at her – and then … and then he suddenly drew back again, and his gaze darkened.

“I think I forgot to lock the door”, he murmured and briefly wondered if he should invite whoever was outside to join them before Xander Andaris entered, carrying a very exhausted looking Celeste in his arms. He was about to tell them to please go somewhere else because, couldn’t they see, Valeria and he were really busy right now, but then Celeste asked them if they were aware that they were glowing, and he nearly had a laughing fit. The Baroness apparently took them for mages. He couldn’t believe it!

“Yes, of course”, he answered in a carefree and slightly bemused tone. He sat up again, but he did not move away from Valeria because he absolutely didn’t want to. “We are glowing on purpose, too! I don’t think doing so in the current climate poses any danger either. We were both been blessed by an Immortal, you see? The king knows. He was there when I was blessed, and he seemed to be really happy for me.”

All he needed now to ruin that moment for good, he thought, was for his bodyguard to show up and try and drag him away from Valeria and claim that he was really only trying to protect him from himself!

Wed Jan 10, 2018 10:13 pm

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When she drew back from him, she was amused to see his confusion. Obviously, he'd believed that he as good as had her! Well, at least he could laugh about it good-humouredly, perhaps realising that she was merely playing with him. He seemed willing to play along, giving her the compliment that she'd wheedled from him, finding herself beaming at the acknowledgement of her natural beauty. Coming from a Venora, it provided her ego with a great boost.

She watched her companion's response to her soft touch, holding her breath in anticipation as she let her fingers trail lower, not intending to go past his abdomen but eagerly imagining his reaction. However, she never reached her intended goal, his arm around her waist eliciting a gasp as she moved her hands around his back. If he was going to lie her down then Valeria fully intended to bring Tristan along with her. She didn't need to enhance her natural beauty or use her singing voice to charm a man in order to get her way. And by Zanik, resistance could be forgotten about! She was ready to grab him by the collar and haul his lips down to her when there was a sound without.

The blonde pouted as the duke drew back, disappointed at the potential interruption although her eyes shifted from an unhappy grey to a sharp, terrified blue as she realised the danger that was imminent. She hardly had a chance to push against him, trying to sit up straight and compose herself a little as the door was quite literally kicked in. The sound made her jump in shock, her gaze a terrified and jumpy mix of blues and greens as she stared at the newcomers with horrified surprise. Of all the people who could have barged in upon them, she didn't think there could have been any worse, not even her own parents, who thankfully weren't here. She already knew that Celeste disliked her but given that she'd never met Xander before, this certainly wasn't the first impression she'd wanted to make. It was probably the most awkward situation that she'd ever had the misfortune to find herself in.

Xander's awkward and embarrassed reaction surprised her, mainly because she'd expected him to share some of Celeste's tendency to judge, the very judgement she'd just dropped on the scene. Her husband was strangely flustered while the Baroness appeared quite unfazed by what she'd walked into, or rather been carried into, here. Oh, she apologised but she didn't really seem that bothered, especially when she simply stated in a sarcastic way that this wasn't awkward. At first, Valeria didn't know what to say for herself, although her face spoke volumes as it reddened, her irises growing so pale that they seemed ready to disappear as the young woman wished to do.

She gawped at Tristan, surprised to learn that he had been marked by Zanik in front of the king and wondering if it was a bluff. No, she seemed to remember something about a friend of the king being granted lands in Oakleigh - that must have been Tristan. Still, his explanation and his choice of words covered her as well. It was an untruth that might help her, provided that Celeste didn't investigate, something that she might well do.

"Yes, we're both Immortal-marked," the Burhan chimed in softly, brushing her hair back from her face. With a careful effort, she released her hold on her abilities, feeling the Elithem-given aura fade. "We're both blessed by the same Immortal - Zanik - and neither of us had come across another before. We're only glowing because we were using our abilities, seeing if they'd work on one the same. I'm not a mage, even if what I can do might seem like magic. It doesn't cause harm," she added, her gaze moving to the Andaris woman's face; she felt that she was talking to her more than anyone else.

Her head cocked to the side, remembering how she'd belittled herself by suggesting that she had little musical ability. Now hardly seemed the time to bring it up but then there might never be such an opportunity again. "For the most part, I keep my abilities somewhat quiet. I used it a little during our meeting in Astedia and I use it fairly regularly when I sing at events. The effects are good, a little too good perhaps. I have no qualms telling you that now although it isn't something I typically speak about. It isn't wise to announce that you aren't solely devout to Rynlism."

The young woman smoothed the skirt of her dress down, ensuring that her legs were well covered.

Thu Jan 11, 2018 11:46 pm

He told her that lifting her was like lifting a feather and Celeste look at him incredulously and then asked, somewhat archly, "If the feather was inexorably attached to a very fat, swollen, exhausted and bloated pregnant lady who had once been a pleasure to have in your arms?" She let out a half-snort and wondered at what he was thinking. "I don't want to hurt you, Xander. But thank you. Truly, love, thank you." She leaned against him and muttered the words "feather, indeed."

However, then they opened the door. And there, Tristan Venora and Valeria Burhan. Oh save her. She could only assume that either Tristan had a head cold or the Burhan had changed her soap from last time they had met. Celeste looked at Tristan in surprise when he said it was an Immortal mark which was causing them to glow. "Really? I had no idea that they could do such. It is an immediate conclusion in these times of mage hunting. I stand by, you should be careful." That had been what was happening when she visited Celeste? She had been using Immortal granted abilities on her. Xander knew his wife and he could feel the tension in her.

And she chimed in, explaining that it was, indeed, the mark of Zanik and that she had, indeed, used it when she visited Astedia. "Please, Xander, put me down." Celeste said. He did that, and Celeste stood and looked at Valaria and she spoke softly. "Do you have any idea that it is not acceptable to do that? I met Tristan not long ago, and I can assure you he did not use those powers. Thank you for that, Tristan. Your Grace. I appreciate it." Looking at Tristan she gave a slight smile, although she was, quite obviously, upset. "I'm pregnant and I invited you, Lady Burhan, into my home. You sat in my living room and used your powers on me. And my unborn child?" She looked to be on the verge of tears, she was so very angry. "I was afraid. Afraid for my child. In a small room, smaller than this, you thought it acceptable to do something you knew would be visible? And you did it anyway?"

Celeste looked between the two of them and she shook her head, before speaking to Tristan. "Your Grace, Tristan, I thank you for having the manners and respect for another person not to have done that in the same room. When she did it, I had to call my staff and leave, pretending to feel unwell. Because I was afraid for myself and my child." She turned furious brown eyes back then to Valeria and she spoke again. Her voice was low and she was obviously on the verge of losing control, although she did not. "Before you turn your simpering smile on me and tell me not to worry, let me tell you, the last person who tried to kill me because of my name? They glowed, too. The man who stabbed me at our engagement party, he didn't. But the one who posed as a servant did. She probably came closer to killing me than any other and you thought to manipulate me with your Immortals given abilities. I can only assure you that, whatever they did, they were not strong enough to overcome the reek of your perfume."

Standing straight and tall, for all that she was so very pregnant, she spoke to Tristan, "Your Grace, it is good to see you again. I thank you, for having behaved in a way appropriately when we met last and not thinking that I was there simply to be manipulated. I apologise for the interruption, please forgive me. As for you," pregnant and furious looked rather energising to Celeste, it must be said. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to claw the vapid little whore's eyes out. "If you are so concerned about what is and is not wise, then you had best hope that I am not a vengeful woman, hadn't you?" Quite able to walk for herself and unmindful of anyone else, so full of fury and adrenaline was she, Celeste turned and walked out with an "excuse me, thank you." to the chap outside. Then, she turned and continued down the corridor to the next door, which she went through and sat on the sofa in there, her hands shaking in fury.

Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:23 am

Xander had spent many years exploring the political fields of Rynmere but not once had he needed to navigate such a...unique...situation. So while he stood and excused himself, full well ready to depart and avoid any more awkwardness he was seemingly too slow. The Duke of Oakleigh, Tristan Venora spoke in response to Celeste's own comment and he winced, already knowing this was not going to be pretty.

He almost gave an audible sigh when the Burhan girl joined in too, the tenseness of Celeste was evident in his arms and without thinking he did as she asked. In hind sight it was probably a foolish thing to do but he had been far from sure on the whole situation. Placing her down he did quickly see that he should have just walked back out as Celeste's wrath ensued, much to his surprise as it was, if she thought to ask him, a stupid and emotionally fuelled action.

The Baron felt even a twinge of frustration as she began to berate the Lady, after all the times he had been told to show more control in situations like these. Then again this was, as he had evaluated earlier, rather unusual. While Celeste's evaluation was that she had not lost control, Xander thought it the opposite because while she was not screaming or shouting she was clearly not acting completely rationally. So as she stormed out Xander simply stood there, unsure how to proceed. Some might say he was completely dumbstruck as he looked between the two seated nobles and the door, his mind rushing to trying and find some shred of an idea.

"You must excuse Celeste, her pregnancy has taken its toll, please don't let this sully your view of her." He was sure it was too late for that with the Burhan but he did not know what Tristan would think of this whole thing. Of course if his bemused look at the comment of mages was anything to go off of it was likely that it was hilarious. "Again, please do forgive the intrusion, I was unaware that this room was in use."

Xander bowed a little, etiquette taking over as he was still clueless on what to really do. "Your Grace, My Lady, enjoy your...exploration I suppose." He forced an awkward smile and then stepped back out of the room, noticing the man in the hallway. "Its, erm, occupied." He forced a smile to the man he did not recognise before disappearing into the room where Celeste was, closing the door behind him.

He had three words for his wife, ones he was sure she would not like. "What was that?" The tone of his voice indicated exactly to what he was referring, not the nobles lewd activities but her own actions.

Sun Jan 28, 2018 1:40 pm

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ow that was a response that did match with his employer. He recognised the voice just as quickly as the lighthearted way of speaking. Only Tristan Venora would take someone accusing him of using magic as a joke, especially in this climate. When a female voice came from within the room, agreeing with Tristan's words, Sin couldn't help but smile. The duke was definitely inside. He regarded the two near the door, from his position to their side. He expected them to run, shout for the guards or create some other sort of mess because of what they had seen. Considering the state of the kingdom, those were all reactions one would expect from the narrow minded nobles that ruled this country.

His tactical analysis of the situation didn't account for whatever it was that turned women into whatever they turned into once they were pregnant. The woman close to ordered her carrier-slash-husband to put her down before going into some sort of tirade towards the woman in the room. Lady Burhan? Sin had to keep himself from rushing into the room. Elyna was here? He hadn't heard anything about any of this. His asterism pulsed quicker as his mind was overcome with memories, memories of some of the worst trials of his short life. The woman continued, her voice shifting as her emotions took hold of her. While he doubted she would charge the Duke because of whatever was going on, Sin did not want to take any chances. He shifted slightly, so that he could more easily charge into whatever he felt was about to go down. He had to admit that he hadn't seen a noble, pregnant woman fight before.

He didn't pay too much attention to what exactly it was she was saying, his focus was on her person, her tone, trying to determine the breaking point, the charging point. The woman shifted and raised herself up tall, her pregnancy becoming more obvious as she did. As she continued to speak Sin could see that the danger had passed. He relaxed eer so slightly and started paying more attention to the man with her, who seemed about as happy to be here as Sin was. He wasn't anybody Sin had seen before which meant he was probably just another noble like all the others. Despite all his time spent with Tristan, the Venora hadn't done much to change Sin's opinion about nobility in general, even if Sin's opinion on the man himself had drastically improved since his assignment had started.

The woman turned from the door and almost stomped past him, Sin pressing himself against the wall to give her as much space as possible. She voiced some apology to him as she did but Sin didn't reply. Her husband, Sin assumed, remained for a moment longer, apologising to the people inside of the room before turning away as well. Sin stepped up towards the door but the man attempted a smile to him as he informed him that he shouldn't go in. Sin gave the briefest of nods as they passed each other, Sin on his way to his job, the man on his way to his duty. He didn't envy the man.

In his haste, the man had left the door open. Sin peeked in quickly, recognising the Duke the moment he laid eyes on him. He bit back the disappointment at not recognising the woman with him. He simply leaned a little more forward so his face was clearly visible in the opening of the door. He smiled at Tristan. "If you're planning on sneaking out the window, Ser, please let me know so I can prepare the carriage for our departure." He reached into the room and grabbed the open door by the handle, closing it before either of them could really respond to him. Once the door was closed, Sin turned his back to it and looked both sides down the hallway. It was quiet now that the pregnant lady and her servant-slash-husband had left.

Burhan. Sin tried to push away the thoughts connected to the name. She'd gone, disappeared somewhere while Sin dealt with the aftermath of his actions. While she had shielded him from the worst of it, she hadn't had the time to do anything more for him, despite what Sin thought had been her good intentions. Sin shifted on his feet, a little uncomfortable. He pushed his thoughts to the woman inside the room behind him. Despite having only seen her for a moment, Sin remembered her being very beautiful. Tristan, as always, had good taste in such things. The Eídisi stood by the door, his mind wandering from the blond haired woman inside to a blue haired one who was somewhere...

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Sat Feb 03, 2018 5:49 am

Celeste, Tristan realized, did have the point. It would be better to be careful in times like these when mages were being burned at the stake. A part of him was quite reluctant to pay heed to her advice though because it wasn’t his fault that Rynmere was full of idiots that couldn’t tell Immortal blessings and magic apart, and she was currently getting on his nerves. The baroness who had been so friendly and likeable during their last meeting, just a few trials before, seemed to have turned into some sort of illogical, narrow-minded, hot-headed monster.

He was about to tell her that he thought she was exaggerating a little bit and that she ought to apologize to poor Valeria right now, but then he realized that getting into an argument with her would not be a good idea. She looked as if she were ready to give birth, besides he needed her as an ally. By Zanik, being a duke really sucked sometimes!

So he just listened to her, nodded in all the right places, smiled occasionally and reached for Valeria’s hand to let her know that he was there for her … or at least he tried to. When Celeste talked about how she had pretended to be unwell so that she would be able to leave, he just couldn’t hold back anymore. “I don’t mean to offend you, Lady Andaris”, he said. “And I’m deeply sorry for what happened to you, but Lady Burhan is not one of your assassins. Instead of running, you could just have demanded an explanation. A lot of problems can be solved by simply talking about them.”

If he had had a bit more time to think about what Celeste had told him, he would have agreed that Valeria shouldn’t have used her powers on the baroness, at least not without a forewarning, but as it was he felt the need to defend Valeria because nobody else seemed to be willing to do so. “Most of our abilities only work when we are singing or making music, by the way. So if she wasn’t singing, she probably wasn’t using a particularly powerful ability”, he explained, although he doubted that she was really listening. When people were as furious as she was, they usually lost the ability to think logically.

“I would never manipulate you”, he informed her in a serious tone. “I don’t think I would enjoy it, and I don’t do things I don’t enjoy. By the way …” he continued and stopped abruptly. His eyes widened. Instead of letting him finish, Celeste simply left. He just stared at the door for a moment, unable to believe what had happened, and then he turned to her poor husband who seemed to be just as surprised and confused as he was.

“Don’t worry, Lord Andaris”, he told him because he usually didn’t hate people because they had made a single mistake … unless they were Aelig. He’d never give the monster that had tried to ruin Faith’s and his life a second chance, not even if he begged for it! “I’m not like that. You’d better go and check on your wife though. She seems to be quite unwell.”

Once Xander had left as well, he turned back to Valeria and looked at her for a few trills, completely stunned. “What was that?” he finally blurted out, and then he laughed because Celeste’s tirade had been kind of funny. Actually, it had been hilarious. “I never thought I’d live to see the trial when I would have to act as the voice of reason, and Celeste Andaris would lose her temper! Reeking perfume and a simpering voice? I expected more of her, to be honest. You smell very nice, by the way”, he added in order to cheer her up a little because she seemed to be quite shaken.

He’d thought that they would just forget what had happened and just continue where they had stopped, but apparently all the Immortals on Idalos had united against him and decided to have a laugh at his expense. That was the only explanation for the blue skinned man that suddenly peeked into the room. “Oh no”, Tristan murmured and prepared himself for Sintih trying to drag him away. “I should really have locked the door!”

To his surprise the false Eidisi didn’t do anything of that sort, but offered him a way out instead. The trial was getting stranger and stranger! “What do you think, Valeria?” he asked her. His eyes lit up as he looked at her. “Do you want to climb out of the window and run away with me for a while? I’d make this a night you’ll never forget!”

Sun Feb 04, 2018 12:20 am

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It wasn't a word of a lie when Valeria felt that she was turning green at Celeste's words. She couldn't believe what she was being accused of and to think that she was being so viciously berated at all was humiliating but in front of witnesses, it was a thousand times worse. It was a terrible first impression for Xander Andaris to receive but it was quite likely that that hope of good standing had been burned long before this; it was quite likely that Celeste had shared everything with her husband almost at once. Tristan's opinion was one that she wanted to cultivate though and not for political reasons. Considering that they'd only just met, she wanted him to look upon her favourably rather than as some simple fling to be tossed aside. Perhaps she wouldn't have cared but they had a unique bond with one another, a mutual understanding thanks to the mark that they shared. No one else could understand her desire for others or her love of the seductive game. She didn't need to know him very well to tell that seduction was something that the Venora was intimately acquainted.

Her heart went out to him, the young woman incredibly grateful when he tried to reason with the Baroness and she was even more grateful when he explained that she probably hadn't been using anything seriously powerful - she hadn't been. It didn't seem to make any difference though and before he could say much more, the Andaris woman swept out of the room as if they weren't worth any more of her time, which apparently they weren't. Almost at once, the Burhan began to shrink into herself. Her body trembled, the blonde wishing that she could vanish from the spot where she sat. Her emotions built and she tried to shove them down within her, repress them. She didn't want to burst into tears in front of the duke.

She was vaguely aware of his compliment to her, nodding dumbly but it provided her with little comfort. She was becoming more and more self-absorbed, fully aware that she coming closer and closer to tears and desperately trying to fight it. Her will to resist was wavering, the young woman sure to give way soon and when she did, all thought of the man's opinion of her would be inconsequential.

A blue-skinned man peeked in, another witness to her humiliation this evening it seemed but this one seemed to know Tristan, acting deferential so that it was apparent that he was some sort of employee of the duke's. He seemed to encourage the man to make a departure with the blonde noblewoman in tow and while he seemed enthusiastic about the idea, Valeria couldn't say that she agreed.

"I- No. I-I don't want to l-leave," she mumbled, her voice cracking a little, quite high so that it was clear that she was on the verge of tears. In fact, within moments, tears began to well in her eyes, her irises shifting to a true shade of watery misery before she began to sob.

Wed Feb 07, 2018 11:36 am

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or the first bit after he'd closed the door, Sin was highly alert for any noise coming from behind the door he was standing in front. With the way the other two had left the room, Sin was pretty sure a blonde haired woman was about to come crashing out the room in tirade, cursing bloody murder on the other woman. The air was tense, mostly because of his expectations. The Eídisi bodyguard was ready to jump aside and avoid flying doors. When the moment stretched out and nothing happened, Sin adjusted himself a little, allowing his focus to drift more towards the hallway. Not that he took his attention fully away from the door, you never knew with women.

The hallway was empty and boring to Sin, both of which meant his job was easy for now. He simply stood there, waiting for something to happen. About five bits into his guard, Sin decided that the Duke would not be taking him up on his offer, sadly. While he wasn't keen on going back to the ballroom they'd come from, Sin had no problem keeping an eye out for his employer here, where there was only one person who could become a problem for him. He could hear muffled voices from behind the door, some sort of conversation going on between the two of them, but none of the words really reached him, just noises, meaningless sounds. At least they didn't sound like angry shouting or other emotional outbursts that might endanger the Duke.

By the time ten bits had passed, Sin had relaxed more towards the things happening behind the door and put his focus into the empty hallway. He disliked the long wait most of all. As long as Tristan was on the move or busy with things, Sin was fine looking after him. It was moments like these that he disliked, just standing, waiting, not being present when potentially interesting information was being shared with the Duke. Sin shifted his weight from one foot to the other before walking the width of the door and positioning himself on the other side, trying to break the monotone. This was one of the more dangerous aspects of his job: boredom. Boredom made you focus on useless things which led to disaster.

To keep his focus, Sin let his mind wander to the layout of the place, from what he'd seen so far, the people here, the crowds, the events. He'd managed to do some good for the name of his 'other employer' and had learned a few tidbits of interesting information from when he'd been watching over the Duke in the crowded ballroom. Coming here had been good for the Duke and Oakleigh as well. Some important work had been achieved over the past few trials and Sin had to admit that he hadn't expected Tristan to do so well in these matters. Sin shook his head and pulled himself back to the now, the hallway he was in. The room behind him was still quiet, just the buzzing of conversation from behind a thick door.

To keep his mind from wandering again, Sin started to calm himself. He folded his fingers together in front of his belt. He focused on his illusion, making it breathe in and out slowly, holding his breath in between for a few trills. He took the image of the blonde woman inside, glowing brightly with her powers, and pushed it into an imaginary fire, followed by the inane conversations he'd overheard, the people he'd met who'd been of no use to him this trial. One by one he threw those things into the flame, setting them from his mind. The exercise helped, to some extent, for Sin to clear his mind. Certain things were stronger than others and they jumped right back out of the fire and back into his head. The blonde woman refused to stay in the flames and she was quickly joined by plans on how Sin would assassinate his current employer in this situation.

Sat Feb 17, 2018 4:04 am

Knowledge

Skill Knowledge:
Caregiving: Stubborn people make the worst patients.
Caregiving: Sit down and have a drink of water
Etiquette: Awkward moments still require appropriate greetings
Politics: Don't forget titles, even when finding people in a state of undress.
Politics: Remain strong until alone
Politics: Unique political situations occur 9 times out of 10
Strength: Carrying your heavily pregnant wife is quite a feat!
Strength: Redistribute your own weight to ensure maximum efficiency
Strength: Pause and readjust

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