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Post by ฦคฮฑฦฦฮฑั โง on Sept 25, 2020 17:24:55 GMT -5
Alex could see the uncertainty in Dante, the surprise in his expression and his words after Alex had acted so... well, after heโd acted reasonably. He couldnโt help but realise with a pang the point heโd gotten to. So blinded by his anger that he just seethed with it constantly. That everything he did was infused with it.
What had Dante ever really done, after all? Been an inconvenience once or twice because he was doing his job? Sure, sometimes he was rude to Alex, but he was only dishing what Alex gave right back. Sure, he treated him like everybody else did, but what had Alex done to try to encourage people that he was any different? No, he could understand Dante a little better now.
Besides, he didnโt have much energy or inclination to argue anymore. It had been a long and confusing day, to say the least. Finding that girl in the dungeons, finding out what his father had done to repress his powers. Telling someone for the first time about the time his father had hurt him. And he did blame himself for Minke; surely he could have done something. About Minke, about his father. It had been such an overwhelming day that he genuinely just seemed to lack the energy for his usual behaviour.
Danteโs questions about the shackles got Alexโs mind racing again. There had to be something, a key to figuring this all out.
โI guess we study the technology of my bracelets and figure out how they work. I mean, say the stones put out a wavelength of energy that nullifies magic or something. Perhaps thereโs a stone that can cancel out that effect and render the shackles useless. Maybe we can disable the shackles and unleash her magic without having to remove the shackles at all.โ Alex suggested โitโll take research, and tests, but we could try it.โ
It was the only shot they had. If they wanted to get Minke out, whether physically breaking her out or letting her escape with her own powers, she wouldnโt get far with the shackles. They needed to figure out how to disable them.
But then Dante suggested something that surprised Alex quite a little, the prince even taking a step back and looking uncertainly down at the metal things encircling his wrists. Alex too debated internally for a while. What if he hurt himself, or Dante, or broke something? What if he couldnโt control it? What if he was as dangerous as his father seemed to think he was?
โI donโt know-โ Alex began
But the encouragement from Dante, the assurances that he wouldnโt tell the king, eventually convinced Alex to do it.
โOkay,โ Alex said, his voice grave now โIโll take them off. But you hold the bracelets. If- if anything bad happens, you put the bracelets back on straight away, right? And stand back at first, just in case. I donโt know whatโs going to happen.โ
So he carefully unclasped one bracelet, dropping it into Danteโs hand, and then the other. He stepped back, then, just to make sure Dante was protected.
It didnโt take long at all for him to feel the energy. It was strong, he could feel it. A surge of energy like electricity, that seemed to burn and crackle within his veins. It was so strong it almost hurt a little, and he was surprised his whole body wasnโt humming with the energy.
Outwardly, nothing much was visible at first. The colour of his eyes brightened a little, closer to its natural yellow colour but still not as bright at it could be. He still had only used his magic once since more than ten years ago, after all. He looked at his hands, though, holding them up as he looked. His fingertips seemed to glow a little from within, and he could feel that the energy inside him seemed to concentrate there.
He moved his hands a little closer to one another, the palms facing. The movement was almost natural, as if he instinctively knew what to do. Sure enough, a small spark shot from one of his fingers. Then another. Two, three more. Then a bigger one. And finally a small electrical current that seemed to connect between the two hands and maintain itself there rather than disappearing. It emitted a bright light.
He didnโt know what heโd been expecting. This wasnโt a huge display of magic by any means, but then he hadnโt really been taught to use is properly, or indeed used it since he was a young teenager. Not to mention the fact that at this point he was honestly just happy nothing bad had happened.
He looked to Dante then, not even noticing that he was smiling because of how exhilarating being able to use his powers again felt. Once he did, though, he let the smile drop.
โYou can come closer, Dante,โ the prince invited โitโs okay, I donโt think removing those things did anything dangerous.โ
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Sept 25, 2020 22:09:37 GMT -5
Research. Dante was good at that, though, he thought bitterly to himself, he was sometimes too good at it. Mocking looks chasing his childhood, the skinny, too wimpy and cowardly and too ladylike, and here he stood, serving a royal family while they tended to farms and guards.
โThat seems to be the smartest course of action,โ he commented, thinking it over. Sure, it could get dangerous, but Minke, well, she surely wasnโt in her eyes for any crimes other than magic. He doubted it anyways, she was a spitfire though, and he hated how fond he already was for the kid. Seeing a brave spirit, a kind who was a fighter, he envied that.
Then Alex thought for a while, and agreed, shocking Dante. He felt a small thrum of nervousness. Alex could kill Dante, all in the name of his family, and while his father may be angered, no one would think much, especially if the prince made up a story of Dante, and spun a tale on his acceptance towards magic. More realistically, however, Alex could be an ass and decide to shock Dante, which didnโt seem too far off Alexโs usual actions, being a rebellious, silly prince at times. Dramatic too, emotional.
Reasonable Alex was weird. The lack of sharp wit and anger was odd. The soft protectiveness was really weird.
โSure, but Iโm not scared of you.โ He made a point to say the words, taking a step back anyways as he cradled the bracelets between his fingers, noting the warmth they held, a reminder that the prince was a living being, no matter how cold Dante liked to think he was.
Nothing really happened at first, just Alex looking shocked, which Dante watched carefully. His eyes caught the change in color, and he decidedly liked the golden hue more. Prettier, almost like a crack of lightning, a rare color, but fitting, Alex was a rather rare (and annoying) person. His own eyes flickered down, out of instinctual fear, towards the electricity that came to life.
The light made was disconcerting. It felt wrong, it reminded him too much of that Brightlux, hands held around a light, hidden away, using powers to rise up, and getting away with it, because a force of light surely could do no wrong. Even as his chances kept slipping through his fingers, all at the expense of the proud warrior, pale eyes filled with pride and hate. A crooked, dark smile on their lips.
The smile on Alexโs lips was the first genuine Dante had ever seen on the prince, it caused him to hold his breath, it was...endearing. The thrum in his chest was first from fear, but he noticed it then, though the moment came and passed as Alexโs smile dropped as he looked back at Dante, returning the council member to the issue at hand.
He forced a breath, steadying himself as he stepped forward, curious eyes flickering to the magic, โOf course it wouldnโt, youโre not really a dangerous person, just a dramatic prince.โ
He offered the barest lift of his lips, a hint of a smile, though it fell away as he glanced back down the halls, โTo my knowledge, no one should be entering the halls until 3, so you are permitted to....do whatever, just stay near, and please donโt electrocute anyone.โ
He himself held one bracelet up, his thumb hovering over the gem, glancing at his reflection that reflected on the golden jewel. Perhaps he could go into his lab, look at the jewel a little more closely.
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Post by ฦคฮฑฦฦฮฑั โง on Sept 26, 2020 14:45:57 GMT -5
Danteโs comments about not being scared of him caused Alex to smirk, rolling his eyes.
โYou donโt need to prove your toughness or whatever,โ Alex commented โyou should be scared of me. I am.โ
That much was true. He hadnโt really asked Dante to stand back for the other boyโs protection, it was more for Alexโs own peace of mind than anything else. The prince was more than a little afraid of his own abilities. He didnโt understand his powers very well, let alone how to control them. How could be truly know what was going to happen when he took the bracelets off, with how little he knew of his powers?
Once it was clear everything was safe and he invited Dante to approach closer if he wanted to, the councillor spoke about Alex not being dangerous, but just being dramatic.
Alex watched as the younger man stepped closer, looking with curiosity at the magic. The light of the electricity illuminated Danteโs face, throwing it in light. His eyes glittering like stars as he looked inquisitively at the current dancing between the princeโs palms. Alex noticed he felt a sudden tightness in his breath, and his breath seemed to catch for a moment.
โAnd youโre an insufferable council member,โ Alex responded in the same tone โmy dramatics would have been for good reason if the magic had reacted more strongly.โ
It had been better to be safe than sorry, after all.
Dante smiles then, a genuine smile as rare as Alexโs own smiles. It was only there for a moment, but Alex still saw it. What he couldnโt understand was why it made his pulse race. Why he cared suddenly that heโd managed to make Dante smile.
Still, he scoffed at Danteโs last words.
โYou donโt get to permit me to do anything,โ Alex pointed out โIโm the prince.โ
But still, he took Danteโs suggestion, experimenting a little more with the magic in his hands as he wandered a little around the halls. The walls were covered in old family portraits, from generations back. The most recent three were on the end of the hallway; the newest of them was from a couple of years ago, depicting the royal family all together. Alex stood beside Caspian, and the portrait artist seemed somehow to have succeeded in hiding the discomfort both boys had felt playing happy families that day. Neither of them spent as much time together normally as they did that day, posing for hours. The bracelets were visible on Alexโs wrists.
The oldest of the three was also a family portrait; but instead of his stepmother, Alexโs mother was visible in the portrait. It was her, the king, Caspian and Alex. Alex couldnโt have been older than four, which meant this wasnโt long before the war had begun. Caspian was a little older and stood in front of the king, while Alex sat at his motherโs feet. He couldnโt remember much of it, apart from a vague memory that theyโd had a hard time keeping the young prince still long enough. But he looked happy, just like a normal kid. That was a year before everything started to go wrong.
The portrait in between them was the one where Alex was thirteen, the one heโd mentioned to Dante. The whole family again, but this time no bracelets. One wouldnโt be able to tell Alex had been hit the day before; theyโd done a good job of hiding the bruise. He remembered how many of the palace physicianโs herbal concoctions Alex has stolen to try and help; tinctures and creams meant for cooling, for hiding redness or stopping bruising and discolouration. One of them must have worked, that and his stepmotherโs various powders and products.
Alex had played with his magic absentmindedly the whole time, but now turned his attention back to Dante as the younger man examined one of the bracelets.
โFound anything interesting?โ Alex asked โDo you think itโs worth looking at more closely?โ
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Sept 27, 2020 13:01:20 GMT -5
Dante scoffed at Alexโs comment about fear, Dante was wary of Alex, sure, but Alex was pretty much just a nuisance. Though, to be honest, part of him was fearful. He just didnโt want Alex to know that, Dante was already cowardly enough, he didnโt need to give Alex another joke to run on.
Though, part of it was his wish that he wasnโt a coward. He had already proven that on several fronts. When he showed up to the kingdom, years ago, he was quiet, soft spoken, often skittish, though he quickly took to working in the castle, becoming more proud, outspoken. Though he was still cowardly for sure, hiding away from weapons, and keeping often to himself.
It reminded him of a day, when he first came to the kingdom, a small pack of belongings with him, staring into his reflection on a statue inside the palace gates. The iridescent colors of the kingdom reflected back on the only faction that held any good standing, and that was only among some. Brightlux Factioneers were the lucky ones, and even in Oralee, to some small degree, could be seen being celebrated. That didnโt mean they were treated as equals. No, some were treated as Bette, some were treated worse. Some people hated all magic, but seem seen Brightlux Factioneers as some form of angels, unable to do wrong.
He knew very well how much of a lie that was, his glared away from the mural of a Brightlux, a celebration of their history. But what was in front of him now, the light of Alexโs magic, was beyond what he knew of magic, his experiences in the past. โI suppose thatโs right, though your dramatics, as per usual, were for naught,โ The comment was simple,
His small smile fell away when Alex retorted, whatever moment there had been before vanished, and he rolled his eyes, โActually, I do. Iโm one of your Advisors, and I know how to keep a secret.โ He pointed out, not so kindly bringing up the facts he no way had, though he didnโt intend to use them unless necessary, โItโs honestly a miracle you managed to keep it a secret so long.โ He deadpanned then, because yeah, he never pegged Alex as secretive.
He turned his attention to the bracelets, staring once more at his reflection in the jewels, the pale hair, the smallest slant to his eyes. He focused more on the jewel itself, lifting it for a moment, pushing slightly at the jewel. It was a strong jewel, not easily shattered, though part of him was tempted.
He imagined what it was like for Alex, as a kid, when his father hit him, forced him into hiding. The though was unsettling, and he felt his grasp on the jewel tighten, though Alexโs voice broke him from the concentration.
โOf course itโs worth looking at, Iโll need to find more information on both Telekines and Electrix before I proceed.โ His voice was clipped, straight to the point. He couldnโt afford to feel so angry on Alexโs behalf, he couldnโt afford to grow soft over the prince and the young girl in the dungeons. โPerhaps work on a decoy as well, I canโt imagie suppressing your abilities can be healthy.โ The dulled eyes, they seemed tired. Broken, dead, they seemed to lack the brightness of life.
He set the bracelets down on a nearby table in the hall, beside a decorative vase. He glanced back at Alex, he was tired himself, โIโd keep the bracelets early in case your father may be near. I have duties to attend to, if you remain in your chambers, I can just report that you were not feeling well and require rest.โ The offer was one he never gave before, though Alex seemed like he needed some time to explore his abilities.
And Dante himself had some new tasks to attend to.
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Post by Sparky on Sept 29, 2020 13:53:32 GMT -5
Zach swept into action, forgetting whatever argument they had engaged in with Eldred. Zahavi was in danger and - like Leon had mentioned earlier - he was their best bet to a better world. The screams were getting louder and louder with each passing second. By the sound of it, Zahavi was closing in on them faster than they were. They had only run inland for a short while before the predicament became clear. Very clear.
A sea serpent, entirely armored in crystallized scales which glistened an icy blue, sparkling with each movement as the creature shifted in the moonlight. Zahavi was held captive by its fangs, which had sunk into his clothes and plucked him into the air. His screaming had stopped moments ago, and his skin seemed to be a pale blue color.
The serpent hissed. A piercing, gut-wrenching sound. Icy fog spilled from its mouth and nostrils, enveloping Zahavi further. Upon encountering the group, the serpent reared its head, lifting its chest and Zahavi far from the ground.
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Post by ฦคฮฑฦฦฮฑั โง on Sept 29, 2020 16:51:43 GMT -5
Eldred had followed the group as best he could. He really hadnโt considered the practical side of this quest. Like the fdd as it that it involved a lot of walking and running, things which were hard enough for a healthy man of Eldredโs age. Never mind an ill one.
Still, it didnโt take long to encounter the source of the screaming. A massive, crystalline sea serpent. A sea serpent with Zahavi firmly in his grip.
He left the prince alone for one minute...
Still, Eldred was at the ready. As far as he was concerned, they just had to fight this thing. There was no choice in the matter, not when it had one of the group in its grip. Especially not the prince Eldred was sworn to protect.
So the old man did something he hadnโt had to do in years. He raised his staff, fixing his gaze on the creature, and prepared to fight.
โAlright, you overgrown hunk of seaweed,โ Eldred called out to the creature โletโs see what youโve got.โ
He had the thingโs attention, hopefully, but that didnโt give him much time to make a move. So he looked urgently between the three young people accompanying him.
โIโll do my best to cover you all and keep this thing as pinned down as I can,โ Eldred explained โLeon, Zach, you guys are the ones whoโve fought creatures like this before. Do whatever shit you did before, and do it fast. And try not to let Zahavi die in the process.โ
His next words were directed to Atreyu. He felt kind of had that the boy had gotten dragged into the groups antics but there wasnโt time for that right now.
โAtreyu, if you know any more information about this thing that might be useful, now would be the time.โ
His instructions given, he turned back to the creature and held out his arms, the staff in one of them, focusing on the ground. He hadnโt used his magic outside of the odd few instances back in the palace for years. Since... well, since the stupid mistake.
Now was the time.
He could feel the energy flowing through him, seeming to connect him to the ground somehow, rooting him to the earth. He was a little rusty; even though he read books and studied about magic, he didnโt get to use it much. Not to mention it took longer than it used to when he was young.
But still, after a moment or two of concentration and with no small amount of effort, Eldred was able to raise vines. Some quick movements of his hand caused them to shoot in different directions as the man attempted to pin the creature with them.
There was no guarantee it would work, and if it did he didnโt know how long it would hold for. But it was the best he could do. Now was the time for action, using his magic whether he thought it would work or not. Zahavi didnโt know about his magic, but Eldred would rather make sure Zahavi was alive than keep his magic a secret.
โMove, move!โ Eldred yelled for the group as he tried desperately to trap the thing in any form, โwatch its head, I wonโt be able to trap that!โ
Its head would be impossible to trap, and then its chest would be difficult to do anything with since the creature was reared off the ground. But right now, that was all Eldred could think of.
A giant snake. He would be so tempted to say โI told you soโ if they werenโt all at immediate risk of dying.
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Post by Sparky on Sept 30, 2020 13:58:12 GMT -5
Trey stumbled behind the pack, greatly conflicted as to why exactly he was running towards the screaming. It didn't take long before the creature in question was met, and Atreyu's heart dropped. A sea serpent, massive in size and emitting the aura of an endless winter. No warmth would meet those who looked into its eyes.
Speaking of warmth, something beside him was glowing.
Trey glanced to his right, mouth dropping at the sight of Zach's limbs taking ablaze. Blue flames licked into the night, staving off the immense cold that radiated from the beast.
And then everyone was shifting smoothly into their modes of fighting, and Trey stood there, helpless and confused, panicking at the situation unfolding in front of his eyes.
"That's all I know!" He cried, closing his eyes in concentration. Surely there would be something useful. Surely...
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Sept 30, 2020 16:05:08 GMT -5
Leon was stuck between attempting to fight and pointing out the simple fact that this wasnโt her f*cking job, thanks.
Still, she watched in amazement as Eldred lifted his vines, though she deadpanned slightly when he claimed to be able to trap it, โItโs water, you daft idiot! Unless you have some grand plan for cupping it and throwing it back into the see, vines wonโt really do much.โ
Granted, there should probably be less sass and more work.
Zach was there with fire, which, granted, still kind of unsettled her. Not because fire was particularly any more dangerous than anything, even though it was, she knew too much about destruction to let that bother her. It was that Pyrebloods were the natural enemies to a Hydra. Though that didnโt change much in terms of friendship, he was still one of her closest allies, it was just the sight of flames that had an eerie, defensive instinct before she consciously pushed it away.
She tried to pull some water to herself, though the orbs she lifted ultimately fell, gravitating back to the Titan. She grumbled in anger at that, stomping her foot down in agitation, โCome on, work,โ She almost looked idiotic, floundering her hands which became less and less successful.
Eventually she dropped them to her sides, glaring instead at Trey, โYou have to know more! In case you didnโt realize, thatโs the prince,โ she said that, fully expecting that to get the guy to panic a little more and probably be more useful. After all, no matter the kingdom, people from everywhere knew the importance of Aaoltonen. โSo you not knowing? Thatโs not gonna cut it.โ The words were harsh, commanding, and slightly accusatory. Though, in hindsight, that kind of tone usually got things done.
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Post by ฦคฮฑฦฦฮฑั โง on Sept 30, 2020 16:25:04 GMT -5
Eldred rolled his eyes at Leonโs unhelpful comment about the thing being water.
โItโs got scales!โ Eldred shot back โI can hold it!โ
He had no time for her sass. This thingโs crystalline scales should be enough for Eldred to be able to hold it down. At least to some extent anyway. Besides, it was better than nothing, which would certainly not help them save Zahavi.
He looked both at Leon and Atreyu then as he continued to try to get some kind of purchase on the thing with his vines. He might not be able to hold it for long but if he could grab it for even a few seconds it could be an advantage.
โNeither of you are being particularly useful right now!โ Eldred snapped to both of them โIn case you havenโt noticed, weโre trying to save Zahaviโs life so I suggest you stop dithering-โ
That part was directed at Atreyu, but the next was directed as Leon.
โ-and insulting everyone,โ he continued โand do literally anything else. Anything apart from what youโre doing right now, actually, would be really helpful.โ
Sure, he wasnโt being particularly nice, but Zahavi was in danger here. Eldred blamed himself to some extent, for leaving the prince unprotected while he went out to check on stupid Zach and Leon. But heโd done the right thing, trying to protect them. After all, he was meant to look after all of this group somehow.
Right now though, he couldnโt let the prince die.
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Post by Sparky on Oct 1, 2020 14:38:17 GMT -5
Large vines sprung from the earth, wrapping themselves around the Titan. A thundering rumble echoed within itself, signalling great frustration. It's mid-back began to shift eerily, shards of crystalline ice breaking as it did so. As the wings - which were accompanied by the sound of bones cracking - unfurled themselves from its back, they sliced at the vines. It didn't take long before the titan was free and taking to the skies.
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Post by Sparky on Oct 1, 2020 14:45:26 GMT -5
"Zahavi!" Zach called out, desperation clear in his voice. He shots streams of concentrated flames at the creature's chest, but they did little to slow its upward progress. The titan was getting away with the prince of Aaltonen in its jaws. In some sort of last effort attempt at rescuing the prince, he reached out his hand, trying to stall the Titan with telekinesis. But the beast was too massive, and his energy was already drained. No way was he even recovered from the previous battle.
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Oct 1, 2020 17:32:30 GMT -5
At Eldredโs retort, Leon decided that he had to learn a lesson. Instead, she turned some of the surrounding mist from the water into frosty flakes of snow, before glaring back at him, โOh, Iโm sorry, is this better?โ
The flakes quickly fell, melting rather quickly, though the chill was still there, momentarily.
Next thing she knew, Frosty McAsshat was flying back into the sky, Zach immediately crying out for Zahavi, though she couldnโt help but ponder why the thing chose to take the prince out of everyone.
Wait, no, he was the shiniest one, thatโs why. Winged things like shiny things.
Though she turned to Eldred, eyes narrowing, โI told you that wouldnโt work!โ She did, it was water, it has icy scales, there was no way vines would hold it. โNow what are we going to do? We canโt just leave him! If itโs anything like the other thing was, itโll ruthlessly try to kill him, and heโll recklessly let it!โ
Her hands flew around her wildly, gesturing wildly as she pulled slightly at her ginger hair, starting to pace around. She wasnโt wrong, Zahavi put himself in harmโs way, despite being literally the least likely to fight. He didnโt have abilities, and he had no clue on survival tactics. Literally anyone else would have been in a better position.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Oct 1, 2020 21:24:26 GMT -5
Zander managed to reach the group and stares up at the creature in awe. He had never seen anything like it and found himself frozen to the spot. Where did this beast come from and why was it here? These questions and many more flooded his brain as he tried to rationalize it. Hesitantly, he takes a few steps forward and notices that the beast had Zahavi in it's grasps.
He glances around and sees that the others hadn't noticed him yet. I could just hang back and see what happens. He thought to himself. If there was a spare bow and arrow, he would gladly jump into the fray. For now, Zander decided to just hang back and see what happens. Would be a shame if the prince was carried off or died in this encounter. Zander frowned a little at the thought. Deep down, Zander had pondered the thought of what if he had to dispose of the young prince. Zahavi could still be molded and shaped to do what he and his associates wanted.
Zander shakes his head to disperse the thoughts. He was getting ahead of himself! Right now, he needed to see how the group would save the prince.
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Post by ฦคฮฑฦฦฮฑั โง on Oct 2, 2020 1:51:43 GMT -5
Leonโs immature little stunt with the snow only made Eldred more angry, but he didnโt have time to comment on that. He shouldโve known trying to tell Leon what to do would only result in this kind of behaviour from her.
That was when the creature unfurled massive wings, with which it was able to slice Eldredโs vines, the old man trying his best to hold them but letting out a grunt as they were finally broken. Yeah, it had been worth a shot.
One problem though, the thing was now flying away with Zahavi. That was, it had to be said, not really ideal.
The man turned to Leon when she shouted about his magic not working and questioned what they were going to do, some irritation flashing in his eyes.
โIt was working, I just hadnโt reckoned with the goddamn wings!โ Eldred shot back โAt least I did something.โ
He paused to cough, the cold night air already starting to get to him; he could feel the chill in his lungs. It hasnโt been helped by that ice creature spewing cold air everywhere.
Once he was done, he looked between Zach and Leon, folding his arms.
โFor starters, next time I tell you to get your asses back inside, you do it.โ he began โBut as for what weโre going to do right now, itโs perfectly obvious we only have one option.โ
He gestured to Atreyu then.
โAtreyu said it inhabits an island offshore, thatโs where itโll be taking Zahavi. I suggest we get our hands on a boat or something and follow it. With any luck we can get there in time to save Zahavi.โ
His family had kept a boat once, but he couldnโt assume it was still in use or even serviceable. No, Atreyu would most likely know where they could obtain one in this village.
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Post by Sparky on Oct 2, 2020 13:44:00 GMT -5
Atreyu racked his brain helplessly for information, aware of his negligible role in their current situation. Leon was speaking to him, and then she had gestured towards the captive. Zahavi. The prince.
The prince.
His jaw dropped further, and he could do nothing but stare as the boy's body was lifted into the sky. The titan flew a short distance before diving into the sea, after which determining its location and direction would be impossible. The island was well over a dozen miles offshore, too far to be seen by the naked eye. Several expeditions had been lead to it before, and all Atreyu knew about these ventures was that they never returned.
No one knew the location of the island. Well, almost nobody.
"There's one man in this village that has the capabilities of getting us to that island." Atreyu said, looking around at them. "But we can't go alone. We'll need the rest of your crew, and I'm sure there are people within the village that'll volunteer for the expedition. These people have been tormented by this beast for so long, and the last attempt to slay it was over a year ago."
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Oct 3, 2020 15:37:47 GMT -5
โYes because you just do so much, donโt you?โ Leon retorted, the words much deeper and darker than the others may pick up one. Her words were cold, an icy tone, much colder than her stubborn attitude before.
She went silent after that, cold anger seeping off her in waves. Eldred tends to act in his best interest, whatever keeps him up and going, even at the sacrifice of others, is what must go. Though, she bit her tongue not to say it, Without much more comment, she glanced at Zach, โYou get Izzy and Dru, Iโll go get Zelos.โ
She left without much more comment, entering the inn once more.
Hiding behind the stony pillars of the gates nearby, a young girl watched the group. A cloak, seemingly birdlike, with featherlike designs on the cape of the cloak, and a hood with two upright crests. A clasp, a rune, Pink in color, held the cloak in place on the front, wrapped around her neck in a collar. Though, must of her remained out of view, just two twin brown eyes, peeking out between the pillars. Quiet, and calm.
Had these been the people sheโd seen on the roof earlier? Why were they out? The serpent just took itโs sacrifice for the month.
Curious. Curious indeed.
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Post by ฦคฮฑฦฦฮฑั โง on Oct 3, 2020 16:09:56 GMT -5
Leonโs comment had not he lost on Eldred, nor had its double meaning. He knew she blamed him for a lot, and he supposed she had a right to. What Eldred has done might not have been intended to be personal, but he knew it could be nothing but personal to Leon. Not when it concerned her parents and her family.
Eldredโs loyalty lay to the crown, not the one who wore it. He understood that, but he also couldnโt pretend that the safety he was offered as a magic user in that advisor role hadnโt encouraged him to stay. It was selfish, sure, but heโd lost his wife because of the argument theyโd had about him leaving to work at the palace. About him not wanting to hide his magic anymore. Of course he blamed himself and his magic for killing her, but if heโd given that up for the sake of his loyalty to the Valderas then Helena died for nothing, a stupid empty argument.
It had been an empty argument, but he didnโt want to know that.
Still, the man listened to both Atreyuโs instructions and then Leonโs, watching the girl disappear back to the inn before turning to Atreyu.
โAlright, while theyโre gone we should see about finding these potential volunteers - and this man who can get us to the island.โ
Eldred didnโt really want to be helping Atreyu with this, since he feared that there might be people in the village who still recognised him. But he wasnโt left with much choice, and at this point he was more concerned for the safety of Zahavi than he was about keeping his own stupid secrets hidden.
This was bigger than him, always had been.
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Post by Sparky on Oct 7, 2020 13:32:33 GMT -5
"With all due respect, sir," Atreyu began, hoping to be heard. Rescuing the prince was their number one priority, yes, but barging into a battle with this creature would be foolish. "Facing the beast at this time would end in failure. The titan draws power from the moon, especially when full. We need to gather our resources and head out first thing in the morning." He didn't want to seem suspicious in the slightest, mostly because he was actually trying to help them.
They had just experienced their first encounter with the serpent, and that was when they had it outnumbered and on their own turf. How would things be different out at sea? It seemed like a death-trap. One that was inevitable, but they should at least prepare vastly beforehand.
"Our shot at saving the prince needs to be a good one."
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Oct 24, 2020 13:09:58 GMT -5
(Keeping the thread alive.)
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on Oct 24, 2020 15:21:34 GMT -5
Your Majesty.
Her imperial highness.
Queen.
They all sounded wrong to her ears. Even though she had insisted that she take the throne in the wake of her parent's murder. That she wouldn't just sit back and let someone else be her Regent. The title of Queen felt wrong. In her mind, she was still Princess Andrestia Van Windsor. She was still that girl that sat on her balcony and read in the moonlight.
And yet here she was, dressed in the fanciest of black mourning, a numb feeling in her chest as she plucked the petals from an orange gladiolus. Each petal adding weight to her shoulders as the petals of a dying sun fell to the ground below. Each fluttering into the darkness and being swallowed where there was no light.
With the last of the petals gone, Tia dropped the bare stem on the rail of her balcony and sighed heavily. She knew her advisors wanted her to move on. To listen to their advice and rule the kingdom in a way that would benefit them. And yet she couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't listen to them because she was unsure which of them to trust. Someone, let that poison reach her parent's mouth. Someone in this castle wanted her and her family dead. Besides, everyone spoke ill of her behind her back. "Unfit to rule" they said. All she could do right now was to protect herself and her brother, even if he wanted nothing to do with her right now.
Perhaps with Callan's swift return to her side, she could finally find justice and continue to move Westeria into an era of peace.
Raising her head, Tia looked up at the crescent moon and took on last decisive breath before turning on her heel and walking out of her chambers. Out into the judgemental eyes of her court during the celebration of a Holiday.
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Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on Oct 24, 2020 16:25:31 GMT -5
3 years, 4 months, and nine days.
He was still counting the days when Isla disappeared. Probably taken. Hopefully still alive. Maybe just waiting for him to come and find her. A wide smile on her face and that innocent hazel eyes so different from his.
2 years, 3 months, and tomorrow will make 3 days since he asked the Rajani crown for help. Help in finding his ward, the girl he considered his own daughter. She was so young when he last saw her. Collecting flowers in that meadow. He missed her every day with every dry bottle of alcohol he left behind and every life he took from this earth. It was the price to pay if he wanted the crown's help.
Nothing else mattered.
A snapping of a twig caught his attention and Atlas stilled. His breath fogged against the night air and eyes searched for movement with nothing but the moonlight to help him. From the sound of the snap, the creature was large. About the size a healthy buck if he was lucky. But, if he wasn't...
Moments of silence filled the forest as Atlas watched patiently. And then there, movement just a few yards away. It looked to be about three adults, just as he expected. But a smaller figure caught his attention, darting in between the figures and trying to entertain himself while being scolded.
They didn't tell him a child was going to be here.
Gritting his teeth, Atlas scowled and watched silently, trying to decide what he was going to do. He was being tested again, wasn't he? To see if he was worth keeping and in turn helping in his mission. They knew he would probably hesitate.
"Do it for Isla," He reminded himself. "Nothing else matters."
Reaching for an arrow from his quiver, he nocked his bow and gritted his teeth harder to keep his hands from shaking. He aimed the arrow watching the group- no the family- move through the trees quickly, trying to avoid being seen by anything that might be lurking in the shadows. Hushing the boy, to keep quiet or that they'd be killed.
That hurt the hunter's heart. Because they had no idea he was there poised and ready to strike. How he hated himself at that moment all over again. Doing terrible acts after terrible acts just to find his daughter. She'd be the same age as that boy down there now, wouldn't she?
Before he could get too lost in his thoughts and back down, He stood from his hiding spot and let the arrow fly.
It would be another drunk night when he got back wouldn't it?
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Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on Oct 24, 2020 17:12:00 GMT -5
"I have a letter for you, Miss."
Elena turned to face one of her younger lackeys, dirty blond hair, a nervous smile, and one eye covered by an eyepatch. Too young to be involved in the true gang work of The Sirens but old enough to run messages and keep inventory. Old enough to work and stay under the Siren's protection. She took the letter, ruffled his hair a bit, and gave him a smile silently reassuring him that he was safe with her and allowed to follow.
Elena Valentina Mendoza, the leader of the sirens gang and notorious criminal across a couple of kingdoms was her name. She made a name for herself after taking control of an Aaltonen army section and growing it into her own personal army. She kept her name on people's lips by seducing, stealing as well as dealing secrets, smuggling exotic things, and screwing over any royal who crossed her path without ever having being caught. No one is quite sure how she did it. Even those who do know have been sworn to secrecy by their leader. But, that doesn't mean rumors don't spiral.
One of her favorites was that she was rumored to be the daughter of some forest goddess. A demigod with magical powers those even beyond what normal factions can do. Rumors are all that it was... but if it keeps people afraid of her then let the rumors spread. Even now as she walked through this little town, she could hear whispers directed her way and glances as she strutted confidently.
Elena strolled through town, tapping the letter against the tips of her fingers. She knew exactly who it was from, probably knew what he had said, and yet she was still nervous to open and read it. She couldn't work up the nerve.
Uproarious laughter caught her attention and Elena followed the sound to a man stumbling out of a tavern. Perfect. A distraction.
She entered the bar and immediately scanned the room. Plenty of people in here spread out in their own groups. Some of them looked too attentive, constantly glancing around at people and watching one person in particular.
Pale, dark hair, freckles. Elena couldn't help the cocky smile the danced on her lips. Well if it wasn't her old friend. She started towards her, her hands shoved into the pockets of her new coat that may or may not be stolen. She took note of the men once again. Too dirty to be hired killers but too clean to be officials of any sort. They were the asshole's people.
"Go get me a drink would you kid?" Elena muttered to her companion. She tossed him a coin which he caught and nodded earnestly before disappearing to do as he was told. "Lilith! Long time no see hm?" Elena said loudly as she approached the other woman. It was Elena's goal in life to annoy her enemy to no end whenever they came face to face.
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Post by ฦคฮฑฦฦฮฑั โง on Oct 24, 2020 17:22:25 GMT -5
Callan remembered receiving Tiaโs letter. Recognising her use of the old secret code theyโd devised as children, a code telling him that she didnโt know who to trust, that she needed his help.
That was when heโd known that the letter recalling him home was so much more than just that.
The news about Tiaโs parents still hadnโt broken to the public at that point, or if it had the news hadnโt reached the soldiers out in the field. Still, Callanโs superior had insisted on sending Callan back as soon as possible when he showed the letter.
And thank heavens his return had been so swift.
She truly needed him. That was why Callan had been made the head of the Royal guard, and in charge of Tiaโs personal protection. Heโd sworn by his own blood to protect the throne, and by extension the new queen who sat upon it.
Callan stepped outside of his chambers, preparing to undertake his guard duties. He was wide awake, too; most nights this was the time heโd be starting his watch. It was normally a pretty reasonable watch, despite the late hour. Most everyone was asleep. The main problem was combatting the boredom. But then Tia always liked to read in the moonlight, so sometimes he wasnโt alone.
Right outside of his room he noted a flower lying on the floor outside the door. Laid there by Carlo, though he didnโt know that. Heโd been finding those more and more and couldnโt figure out for the life of him who was leaving them. Or why on earth said person didnโt just talk to him. He wasnโt unapproachable, right?
Still, he had no time to do more than spend the briefest of moments appreciating the bloom, before heading down the hallway, tucking the flower into one of the hallwayโs vases. He didnโt have too much time to study it.
He noted light was spilling from under Carloโs doorway. He must be still awake. It was like the royals were kids again; Callan remembered how much trouble the guards had keeping young Tia and Carlo in their chambers during each night. Callan, too. They got caught hundreds of times.
But it was kind of understandable; why would any kid stay in their room when there was this huge place to explore?
Callan didnโt have time to dawdle though, so he kept moving. And it was good that he did; he arrived just as the queen herself stepped out from her chambers. And into the lionโs den, as it were.
The guard made sure to bow as the queen entered. Technically he normally didnโt bow, opting to incline his head; for the two of them this was usually enough. Besides, everyone knew he and Tia were childhood friends. The only person who still expected formality between Callan and the queen was Callanโs father. But this was all about appearances; Callan couldnโt embarrass or disrespect the new queen in front of her entire court, that would be idiotic. No, Callan knew when to behave himself.
He took in his friendโs mourning clothes, struck with a sudden pang at the sight. She had to be going through so much right now, and she couldnโt even talk about it because she was expected to be strong. That was the thing with royals; new kings and queens werenโt exactly given a lot of mourning time before they were expected to take on their new job. And nobody would be asking how she was doing, checking she was okay.
She had to deal with new titles, new duties. People treating her differently.
Callan, he resolved, would not treat her differently.
In fact, he caught Tiaโs eye, and then moved his gaze to one of the courtiers, drawing Tiaโs attention. Mainly because said courtier was wearing a very bad wig. A wig which was slowly pitching to the side, and which he would inevitably end up losing at some point.
Then he looked back to Tia, smiling mischievously.
โI bet he loses it,โ Callan mouthed โ10 gold.โ
Okay, so maybe he didnโt know how to behave himself.
It was at that point that another of the courtiers looked over at Callan, who had to clamp his mouth shut so he didnโt get caught talking to Tia. Which meant of course that after the man looked away, Callan had to bite his lip just to keep himself from laughing.
This was already going to be an entertaining night.
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Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on Oct 24, 2020 19:14:40 GMT -5
Angry was an understatement.
He wasn't just angry he was enraged. Enraged because he felt imbeciles in charge of their most powerful weapon. That he had let himself be tricked by that girl. How dare she think she was better than him. How dare she run when all he ever did was tell her the truth.
She was being a brat.
Drake paced the space of his chambers. One hand folded over his mouth while the other arm propped it up. His wife had tried to calm her earlier when he found out. But he wouldn't listen to her. He just ignored her and secluded himself in his rooms to think. Mostly to fume at the thought of the girl getting away, but he did come up with plans sound anything happen or be said.
He didn't know how long he had been pacing. But considering the moon was well up into the sky by now, he assumed it had been a while. His body ached, his mind was loud with thoughts and fears, and he could feel pain beginning in his feet. But, he kept pacing, kept thinking, kept wondering where the next step in his plans would take him.
He only stopped when there was a knock at his door and a slight creak, indicating that the door was opening. Drake grabbed the nearest thing he could and chucked it at the door. Glass shattered against the door frame and a servant cowered in fear.
"I told you not to disturb me!" Drake roared, an angry scowl distorting his otherwise handsome features. He felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up when the servant boy cowered further. He was using his powers again. Unintentionally this time. Even so, the fear in the boy's eyes calmed the king enough to listen to what he had to say.
"S-sire, here have been reports of the girl you are looking for. Wandering in the forests of another kingdom's borders," The servant managed to get out. He didn't look his king in the eye nor raise his head in the slightest. He waited for permission to speak again.
Drake was not patient nor kind with his next words. As he stalked up to the boy, he towered over him and glowered. "Am I to play a game of questions with you boy or are you going to give me a final answer?" He asked in a dangerously dark voice. "Which one?"
"Oralee, your highness," The servant muttered quietly in fear. You could see the poor thing shivering in fear, afraid of what his king might do to him with this new development. Only, when Drake moved away did he find the will to breathe again.
Drake turned his back on the servant and searched the room as he thought about his options. Oralee was a friend, surely he would help the king in need. If Minke was seen on his lands then he might know more of her. A slow smile came to Drake's lips as he sat down in a chair, finally giving his feet a rest.
"Send a message to the king of Oralee," he began, his hand moving to stroke the facial hair on his face. "Tell him I wish to visit and discuss business."
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Oct 25, 2020 19:58:19 GMT -5
At this point, she was about 3 moments away from throwing Zelos out the window. Her companion had wing, heโd likely be fine even if she did it.
She softened slightly. She slept fine, most of the time, other than the nightmares. When theyโd wake her up, sheโd see her poor companion. He was stressed, and his forcing into a human form was likely taxing him. Sitting down on his bed, which she nestled blankets onto, she gently started to pet his fur. โZahavi went and got himself caught by some elemental monster,โ She cringed slightly, already feeling guilty. It wasnโt like it was really Zahaviโs fault, if she had stayed...
โWater one, we should be able to handle it, if youโd rather rest,โ it was a bit clipped, rude in her common manner, kindness never lapsed long in Leon. โIf you come in sure we can catch some trout of our own, for what itโs worth.โ The kindness came back, a soothing word as she lifted her hand, offering up her arms, โNo hiding. Zahavi already saw you, Eldred already knows too much, Isabella isnโt going to hurt you. Drusilla is the only concern, and Iโll personally handle her if she bothers you. Either that, or you can rest in my satchel,โ she offered, already packing up the room a bit, stuffing some objects in the inn into her satchel bag, ones they didnโt originally have, but hey, what did it hurt to steal some items?
โIโll steal you some catnip or whatever later,โ she also offered, turning back slightly, afterwards.
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Oct 25, 2020 20:35:49 GMT -5
Twisting a coin in her fingers, Minke concentrated, eyes closed. Concentrated on making that coin float, but it only made it a few centimeters, falling back into her hands shakily.
She grunted in annoyance, glancing back at the coin. A coin of Alexandria, one of the few keepsakes she had kept. A momento of her family.
โConcentrate, Alessandria. Even when there is much that takes up the confines of your mind, expand your matrix, think beyond what you see. Only then, will you truly overcome the restraints of your mind.โ
If only they knew, these restraints werenโt mental. They were very physical, controlling the amount of mystic energy she could filter and use. If only she had a staff or wand or some enchanted bark, it would be much easier. But with those jewels, it was hard to accomplish anything at all. Not unless the crystals were lifted, or the mental drawback was.
โPerhaps Iโd be able to do as you wished if you would release these holds. Neither of us can know how successful Iโll be when youโre too stupid to let me try.โ An attempt, a jump. Pain. Pain. Pain.
Curling her fingers around the coin, and pocketing it once more, Minke stood up, kicking at pebbles under her feet, as she perched her arms on the barred window, glaring at the execution area, finger tapping against the stone. Scabbed fingers barely radiated in pain anymore, not after everything.
Man, sheโd kill for a book, or a chance to explore the castle. If she could just bypass these restraints, she could do that, go frolick in the castle.
But she couldnโt, and she didnโt want to endanger Alex or Dante by trying.
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Oct 25, 2020 21:02:18 GMT -5
Magic is a gift, a part of the soul. Classifications of magic have been identified since the time of the Ancients, 13 existing Magic Factions survived during the extinction event; the Ultimatrix. 13 Stones of magic, the basis of the 13 Kingdoms of Vanvierra.
Flipping pages, and rolling his eyes, Dante focused on the next pages, a specific classification of Electrix. Anything to learn more on the Prince. Anything he may use for his own benefit, and, sadly, anything he might use to help the prince. It was hard, telling what the best move would be. He had always hoped for an opportunity like this, a chance to turn Alex in, prove himself to be worthwhile. But now, knowing what Alexโs father would do with the knowledge, the boy was unsure if he could even do such an action.
Blackmail, of course, would always be nice.
Caspian was another issue, Alex said his brother had no clue of what Alex was. Such secrecy was interesting. Caspian was one of his favorites in the royal family, not a trouble maker, law abiding, but now Dante worried about Caspianโs true nature. Surely Caspian was intelligent enough to know what really happened in his family?
Then again, he didnโt think anyone in that family to be that intelligent.
The candle next to his book kept burning, casting a soft glow over his pages, he hadnโt learned much from the book, other than this Ultimatrix event in the Ancient times that didnโt make too much sense, a legend, really. A speculation on the beginning of magic. A tale of 13 crystals and powerful titans who befell tragic death.
Magic was very much real, but some stories certainly must be folklore. No one could ever be sure though. It wasnโt well known, though, this book had been the first he had heard of it.
Finishing up the section of Electrix, Dante stood up, closing the book and stretching. He had spent his time researching, trying to find more on these mysterious crystals and their source. Young Minke was accursed with them too, many more. That too, was a curiousity.
And Minkeโs existence, it reminded him of a warning, a tale, maybe a prophecy depending on who was asked. Three Telekines, with the abilities to explore, to see, the conquer. Part of him wandered if such tales were why Minke lived in a cell now, rather than outside.
Deep down, he knew it was fear.
Fear did so much to control.
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Post by ฦคฮฑฦฦฮฑั โง on Oct 26, 2020 2:27:54 GMT -5
That voice.
The woman felt herself tensing a little at the sound of it. Why couldnโt she ever just enjoy a drink?
Lilith recognised the voice of the woman greeting her, and turned to see her old enemy. Perhaps frenemy was the more accurate term, but Lilith didnโt care for it. Anyone she couldnโt trust she couldnโt consider a friend. And if there was one thing Elena Mendoza was not it was trustworthy. She was unpredictable, and sheโd never change. Lilith could do nothing with a person like that.
But still, they understood one another. They were both what they would call pragmatists; neither of them could trust the other because they knew the other would screw them over in a heartbeat if it would benefit them, but at least they both knew it was nothing personal.
The thing about Elena was that she liked rumours. Fed rumours about herself. Lilith was different. Oh, there were rumours about her circulating, but she tended to keep herself to herself. People even debated the exact details of what she looked like, and her eye colour too. Most of the time she wore contacts to hide the purple, but rumour had it that if she was ever not wearing those contacts and letting the true colour of her eyes (a small hole in the rumour was that they didnโt know what colour her eyes were) it meant that Lilith didnโt plan for you to get away alive.
She didnโt feed such frivolous things as rumours, she didnโt need them. She did her job and she did it well.
Lilith made a point of taking a long sip from her drink before answering Elena.
โNot long enough,โ she commented
She caught some movement from the corner of her eye; one of her people had moved a little, hand drifting a little closer to where Lilith knew he had his weapon concealed. Heโd never do anything without Lilithโs permission, of course, she didnโt allow such behaviour among her group. But he was obviously more than a little suspicious of Elena himself.
Lilith signalled to him to stand down with a couple subtle taps of her finger against the side of her glass. She had her own ways of communicating with her people when they were in a situation like this.
The woman gestured to the seat next to her, albeit a little reluctantly. Still, if Elena was going to sit anywhere in this place Lilith would rather it be next to her. Keep your friends close and enemies closer, right?
โIf you canโt trust a person, Briseis,โ her mother had always taught her โkeep them close, but stay alert. Better to be attacked from close quarters where youโre protected than shot from a distance.โ
โSo tell me, Elena,โ Lilith began โto what do I owe the irritation? I take it you have business nearby?โ
Elena was everywhere. It seemed that wherever Lilith had business, Elena did also. She would never understand how she did that.
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