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votivescholarsWelcome to the world of the Durants...
Guests from the Nexus are met by an Isidor who is still dressed for business when she PINpoints them directly to the venue. She is on a mission and pleasantries are swiftly exchanged so that she can give instructions and explain how the day is going to go. The first thing to hit them is that it's hot, and bright. They are now in France, Isidor tells them, her narrative changes appropriately as she leads them from the small stone building, through immaculate gardens and towards a sprawling palace which she insists is small for what it is. This is the home of Gnonyma Durant, her grandmother. A 17th Century French palace once owned by royalty but was gifted to her family as thanks for 'a service' which Isidor says was so private that even the mage's journal doesn't detail what it was.
The air is dry and still, which makes the cool shade of indoors a pleasant relief. Like the ornate facade, the interior of the building is lined with intricate mouldings; decorated with impressive portraits; painted in bright, colourful shades; and filled with flowers and draping fabric. There is plenty of space, a fact emphasised by tiled floors that amplify each step and word. It looks as though almost every room is being used, from the way all the doors are held open for the steady flow of traffic. They are, however, let through the building and out another door. It's the quickest way to where seats sit lined up to face a gazebo decorated with ribbons and flowers that stands in front of a pond that might as well be a lake. Some people might notice the air above them ripple slightly, which certainly has nothing to do with the perfectly ornate poles at each corner of the seating area.
There are already plenty of people milling about. Servants stride from one place to another, expertly staying out of the way of the guests. There are some men and women who are dressed well for the occasion, but like the servants they stay out of the way and scan the area repeatedly, making no attempts to engage with the guests - security, judging by their earpieces. Members of the Durant family are easy to spot. They move in groups or pairs, often getting headed off by people looking to talk to them. A large majority of them also sport sashes of either red or purple with gold trim and ornate pins that vary from person to person. This, Isidor explains, is how you spot a patron and an accomplished scholar, based on the red or purple respectively. Viatorus is not yet an accomplished scholar, which is why they have no sashes. Members of Runa's family are equally easy to spot for those that know her. They would be the large group of tall, golden haired men and women with the distinctive Swedish accents happily talking to anyone and everyone.
After guiding them to their seats she tells them that the ceremony will be another twenty minutes and takes her leave to go and sort out the other numerous things on her endless list. Nobody bothers them while they wait. Everyone is too busy spotting old friends or making their way to their seats. It's a good time to enjoy the scenery. There is a small collection of musicians with harps, violins and flutes to one side. Even the breeze is smelling sweet with the perfume of the bouquets.
Within fifteen minutes Viatorus appears in a tailored suit of light grey and deep purple. He is closely followed by an older, stocky looking man in a black suit and purple tie, and sporting a red and black sash that is even more ornate than any others. Whatever the man is saying to him Viatorus barely gets more of a wave of recognition in to his friends before he's being guided to the gazebo and kept there. Shortly after he's joined by a young man and two women with tanned skin and black hair dressed in simple, but high quality clothes of purple, draping fabric. They look as serious as the man beside Viatorus. That is about the time Isidor reappears in more appropriate attire. She in turn heralds the appearance of a woman who shares her features, dressed in elegant gold and black, who is accompanied by a man whose black suit and purple tie are considerably more simple than his purple sash. Its intricacy matches that of the red one worn by the man standing next to Viatorus. The mood seems to shift at the appearance of these last two guests, becoming quieter, expectant. The Durants gather together, and Viatorus' fidgeting increases tenfold as they exchange words. The men with the sashes and the woman in gold take their seats, many of the guests follow suit.
The ceremony begins...
The young man in purple walks with his staff to stand at the head of the aisle and asks that everyone takes their seats. Exactly twenty minutes after the Nexus guests were shown their seats, the ceremony begins. The young man introduces himself as the high priest of Despoina and welcomes them to the union of the two families Durant and Nyström. As it is a ceremony to mark the union of two families with two sets of tradition and two sets of gods to honour, this will be a merging of these two cultures. It will be a handfasting ceremony of the Old Ways, he explains. This means that the couple will be as man and wife for a year and a day, and after that time they must choose if they wish to marry or separate. The guests now better informed, the priest stands back under the gazebo where a nervous Viatorus and patient Isidor stand waiting. On cue, the musicians start playing unfamiliar, but pleasant music to introduce the arrival of Ingirun dressed in white and accompanied by a rounded, red cheeked man, and followed by a woman who must certainly be one of her sisters. Once she was beside Viatorus, Ingirun's father sat down and the ceremony began.
The priest talked of uniting the two families, naming the virtues of both, as he got the bride-and-groom-to-be to hold hands which he bound in ribbons. He then took them through their vows before invoking the gods and goddesses to bless the union. The mixture of Greek and Norse deities made for a complicated blessing that might have been compared to seeking the approval of two powerful families. With wishes given, the priest unwrapped their hands and had the betrothed drink from the same cup. All in all it was a short ceremony as ceremonies go. A few more blessings were given and then the couple were prompted to kiss to seal the pact, which a bright red Viatorus did, very timidly. Luckily that only made Runa beam more brightly than she already was.
Dinner was in a large hall with close family at the head of the room and everyone else seated at round tables. Every position was carefully chosen, of course. The inevitable speeches came from the father of the bride (who rambled joyously about how happy he was to see his daughter with such a fine young man) and the mother of the groom (who gently, warmly, welcomed Runa into the family and spoke of how proud she and his father were). Drinks were plentiful, as were the courses. There were six in total with a selection of each: Appetisers, soup, fish, the main course, dessert, and a palate cleanser. No one will be going hungry tonight, that's a certainty.
After dinner it's Isidor who stands to say a few last words. She thanks everyone for coming and instructs them to enjoy the evening and all the festivities which "will go on at least until dawn". With that, guests are bid to go and enjoy the entertainment filling the palace.
And now for the party...
There isn't a single place that isn't being used for the party. The gardens have pleasant music playing in them, chairs and tables laid out with cushions and blankets for people to lounge in. One of the largest halls is set out for dancers and their spectators to enjoy live musicians that will play ballroom music for the first part of the evening and be replaced by a band that plays modern music for the second. There is a small room of bookshelves and leather armchairs where men congregate to sip whiskey. Rooms with couches and chairs have people moving in and out of them joining and starting conversations. The priest tends to three statues of goddesses that stand at the end of one room. Here he collects gifts and offerings for the couple's happy future. A man with a perfect smile enthralls a crowd with stories that are only exciting because of the way he tells them. A demure woman facilitates a conversation between straight backed men with chiseled features and shorter tanned men who look equally as disciplined. Servants are found throughout, bringing drinks and snacks to anyone who asks or so much as looks as if they're considering either.
((Feel free to backtag, threadhop, start threads, look for more NPCs, whatever you like! If you're unsure of something, looking for more details, or want to plot then you know the drill - Send a message my way and we'll chat!
Note about gifts: It will say on your character's invitation that gifts are optional and it is suggested that a gift to the gods/goddesses would be more than suitable instead.))
The Nyströms | Hephaestia | The Archon, Liselotte & Stathis | The Priest | Oraskis - The Seer
Lieselotte or Stathis | Poenia & Sagyne | Harrowheart & Anna | Adia | Felix & Jim | Evening Event | Isidor | Klaus
Guests from the Nexus are met by an Isidor who is still dressed for business when she PINpoints them directly to the venue. She is on a mission and pleasantries are swiftly exchanged so that she can give instructions and explain how the day is going to go. The first thing to hit them is that it's hot, and bright. They are now in France, Isidor tells them, her narrative changes appropriately as she leads them from the small stone building, through immaculate gardens and towards a sprawling palace which she insists is small for what it is. This is the home of Gnonyma Durant, her grandmother. A 17th Century French palace once owned by royalty but was gifted to her family as thanks for 'a service' which Isidor says was so private that even the mage's journal doesn't detail what it was.
The air is dry and still, which makes the cool shade of indoors a pleasant relief. Like the ornate facade, the interior of the building is lined with intricate mouldings; decorated with impressive portraits; painted in bright, colourful shades; and filled with flowers and draping fabric. There is plenty of space, a fact emphasised by tiled floors that amplify each step and word. It looks as though almost every room is being used, from the way all the doors are held open for the steady flow of traffic. They are, however, let through the building and out another door. It's the quickest way to where seats sit lined up to face a gazebo decorated with ribbons and flowers that stands in front of a pond that might as well be a lake. Some people might notice the air above them ripple slightly, which certainly has nothing to do with the perfectly ornate poles at each corner of the seating area.
There are already plenty of people milling about. Servants stride from one place to another, expertly staying out of the way of the guests. There are some men and women who are dressed well for the occasion, but like the servants they stay out of the way and scan the area repeatedly, making no attempts to engage with the guests - security, judging by their earpieces. Members of the Durant family are easy to spot. They move in groups or pairs, often getting headed off by people looking to talk to them. A large majority of them also sport sashes of either red or purple with gold trim and ornate pins that vary from person to person. This, Isidor explains, is how you spot a patron and an accomplished scholar, based on the red or purple respectively. Viatorus is not yet an accomplished scholar, which is why they have no sashes. Members of Runa's family are equally easy to spot for those that know her. They would be the large group of tall, golden haired men and women with the distinctive Swedish accents happily talking to anyone and everyone.
After guiding them to their seats she tells them that the ceremony will be another twenty minutes and takes her leave to go and sort out the other numerous things on her endless list. Nobody bothers them while they wait. Everyone is too busy spotting old friends or making their way to their seats. It's a good time to enjoy the scenery. There is a small collection of musicians with harps, violins and flutes to one side. Even the breeze is smelling sweet with the perfume of the bouquets.
Within fifteen minutes Viatorus appears in a tailored suit of light grey and deep purple. He is closely followed by an older, stocky looking man in a black suit and purple tie, and sporting a red and black sash that is even more ornate than any others. Whatever the man is saying to him Viatorus barely gets more of a wave of recognition in to his friends before he's being guided to the gazebo and kept there. Shortly after he's joined by a young man and two women with tanned skin and black hair dressed in simple, but high quality clothes of purple, draping fabric. They look as serious as the man beside Viatorus. That is about the time Isidor reappears in more appropriate attire. She in turn heralds the appearance of a woman who shares her features, dressed in elegant gold and black, who is accompanied by a man whose black suit and purple tie are considerably more simple than his purple sash. Its intricacy matches that of the red one worn by the man standing next to Viatorus. The mood seems to shift at the appearance of these last two guests, becoming quieter, expectant. The Durants gather together, and Viatorus' fidgeting increases tenfold as they exchange words. The men with the sashes and the woman in gold take their seats, many of the guests follow suit.
The ceremony begins...
The young man in purple walks with his staff to stand at the head of the aisle and asks that everyone takes their seats. Exactly twenty minutes after the Nexus guests were shown their seats, the ceremony begins. The young man introduces himself as the high priest of Despoina and welcomes them to the union of the two families Durant and Nyström. As it is a ceremony to mark the union of two families with two sets of tradition and two sets of gods to honour, this will be a merging of these two cultures. It will be a handfasting ceremony of the Old Ways, he explains. This means that the couple will be as man and wife for a year and a day, and after that time they must choose if they wish to marry or separate. The guests now better informed, the priest stands back under the gazebo where a nervous Viatorus and patient Isidor stand waiting. On cue, the musicians start playing unfamiliar, but pleasant music to introduce the arrival of Ingirun dressed in white and accompanied by a rounded, red cheeked man, and followed by a woman who must certainly be one of her sisters. Once she was beside Viatorus, Ingirun's father sat down and the ceremony began.
The priest talked of uniting the two families, naming the virtues of both, as he got the bride-and-groom-to-be to hold hands which he bound in ribbons. He then took them through their vows before invoking the gods and goddesses to bless the union. The mixture of Greek and Norse deities made for a complicated blessing that might have been compared to seeking the approval of two powerful families. With wishes given, the priest unwrapped their hands and had the betrothed drink from the same cup. All in all it was a short ceremony as ceremonies go. A few more blessings were given and then the couple were prompted to kiss to seal the pact, which a bright red Viatorus did, very timidly. Luckily that only made Runa beam more brightly than she already was.
Dinner was in a large hall with close family at the head of the room and everyone else seated at round tables. Every position was carefully chosen, of course. The inevitable speeches came from the father of the bride (who rambled joyously about how happy he was to see his daughter with such a fine young man) and the mother of the groom (who gently, warmly, welcomed Runa into the family and spoke of how proud she and his father were). Drinks were plentiful, as were the courses. There were six in total with a selection of each: Appetisers, soup, fish, the main course, dessert, and a palate cleanser. No one will be going hungry tonight, that's a certainty.
After dinner it's Isidor who stands to say a few last words. She thanks everyone for coming and instructs them to enjoy the evening and all the festivities which "will go on at least until dawn". With that, guests are bid to go and enjoy the entertainment filling the palace.
And now for the party...
There isn't a single place that isn't being used for the party. The gardens have pleasant music playing in them, chairs and tables laid out with cushions and blankets for people to lounge in. One of the largest halls is set out for dancers and their spectators to enjoy live musicians that will play ballroom music for the first part of the evening and be replaced by a band that plays modern music for the second. There is a small room of bookshelves and leather armchairs where men congregate to sip whiskey. Rooms with couches and chairs have people moving in and out of them joining and starting conversations. The priest tends to three statues of goddesses that stand at the end of one room. Here he collects gifts and offerings for the couple's happy future. A man with a perfect smile enthralls a crowd with stories that are only exciting because of the way he tells them. A demure woman facilitates a conversation between straight backed men with chiseled features and shorter tanned men who look equally as disciplined. Servants are found throughout, bringing drinks and snacks to anyone who asks or so much as looks as if they're considering either.
((Feel free to backtag, threadhop, start threads, look for more NPCs, whatever you like! If you're unsure of something, looking for more details, or want to plot then you know the drill - Send a message my way and we'll chat!
Note about gifts: It will say on your character's invitation that gifts are optional and it is suggested that a gift to the gods/goddesses would be more than suitable instead.))
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The Nyströms | Hephaestia | The Archon, Liselotte & Stathis | The Priest | Oraskis - The Seer
Lieselotte or Stathis | Poenia & Sagyne | Harrowheart & Anna | Adia | Felix & Jim | Evening Event | Isidor | Klaus
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Date: 2017-08-12 11:52 pm (UTC)The flounce of Peonia's dress and flash of teal fabric catches his peripheral about a second before she's approached and greeted him. She's a rather pretty woman, with a very serious looking escort only a few steps behind her. Jim's gaze flits to each of them quickly before he smiles back to Peonia.
"Hello. I don't believe we've been introduced yet? I'm Jim Kirk."
He's a bit unsure of the customary greeting having seen several different kinds so far already so he gives a half bob of his head respectfully to them both.
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Date: 2017-08-13 12:13 am (UTC)Harrowheart smiles lopsidedly at the vampire's advice. "Little late for me to stay out of the spotlight, but I'll do you a solid and not tell anyone I met you. And I... Noticed that, yeah. That they can't handle us bein' people in our own right. It's different from how it is on my world. There, they say we can be but that we can't belong. Here, they think we can't be at all. If it weren't Viatorus' big evenin' I'd'a clocked that Poenia girl for tellin' me I gotta be someone's thrall."
Having said it, though, Harrowheart winces. He tries for a queasy smile and shakes his head. "I probably embarrassed myself sayin' that just now. You don't look like the sorta undead who takes part in violent things. You got a better look about you, like a... Vault master at a bank." He plucks at his own collar and nods the vampire's way. "It's that thing you got on."
Only after saying that does something occur to him. His eyebrows twitch and he quickly asks, "Just a minute now. Other undead? What sorts are there on Earth?..."
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Date: 2017-08-13 01:05 am (UTC)new phone who dis (kidding!!!)
Date: 2017-08-13 01:52 am (UTC)Her friend knows her well. She does in fact blame herself. But as much as she hates conflict, she can't let him leave, too, not without finding out what happened. "Harrowheart, wait." She places a hand on his arm and looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Will you at least tell me what I said wrong? I don't want to accidentally hurt your sister again. Or you."
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Date: 2017-08-13 02:09 am (UTC)Flattered by the offer, Adia smiles warmly. "I would like that very much, thank you." She wouldn't turn down a cake, either, but it's not her nature to ask for things unprompted. "You magic sounds like the type I would want, if given a choice." A protection charm is nothing but wishful thinking where she's from, but she's witnessed how real magic is here and in the Nexus, and Zeus knows she needs protection.
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Date: 2017-08-13 03:05 am (UTC)"She gets... Real touchy when it comes to certain things. Sometimes her mind connects some dots she thinks she sees and she goes off, y'know? She's just... Still real bitter about how I died. I guess askin' which one came first made her think things woulda been different if things had gone some other way?"
While he holds her at arm's length he takes a moment to inspect her face as his own expression falls back to guiltiness. "There's nothin' you can say that won't make her act like that, Adia. When I said it ain't your fault, I meant it. All you can do is forget about it, hmm? That's what I do. Let her have her emotion, then move on. She ain't gonna remember it anyway."
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Date: 2017-08-13 11:56 am (UTC)"I'm joking, Harrowheart," she tells, finally freeing him from his torment. "Klaus is my uncle. He's the best fire elemental mage I've ever met, and he's taught me everything I know about casting fire."
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Date: 2017-08-13 12:20 pm (UTC)Well, everyone has a sore spot. Hasn't she gotten defensive with him a couple of times? It just doesn't feel right to ignore hurt feelings, to not try to talk things out, but he knows his sister better than she does. If Harrowheart thinks it's the right thing to do...
"I'll try not to bring it up around her again." She smiles weakly. "If you ever feel like talking about it, it won't bother me."
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Date: 2017-08-13 01:38 pm (UTC)Sagyne laughs purposefully and steps into the conversation lest his sister immediately insult their new acquaintance. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kirk. I'm Sagyne Durant and this is my sister, Poenia."
She is still trying to figure out where to place this newcomer. "Are you a friend of Viatorus?"
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Date: 2017-08-13 01:49 pm (UTC)"Please, Jim is fine. It's a pleasure Sagyne. Peonia." And if he gives each of them a moment of independent attention and a charming smile for each that's just how he is. Friendly to everyone. His smile turns a hair mischievous at Peonia's question and he chuckles.
"I am, yes. One of the guests from the wider multiverse." He can't blame people for the overly dramatic way the Nexus going guests have been referred to even if it is amusing to him. "It's nice to step foot on Earth again, even if it's not the one I'm from."
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Date: 2017-08-13 01:52 pm (UTC)"All men have violence in them, dead or not," he says reassuringly. Though the encouragement may be partly due to the compliment on his cravat which he is clearly pleased by.
Harrowheart's question turns the vampire's expression from amused to thoughtful. "All kinds. It depends on whose classification you work with, but there are ghosts, wraiths, restless spirits, zombies, flesh golems-" He tips his head and shakes it disapprovingly. "Utterly grotesque."
Putting that aside he continues, "But when it comes to the living dead who still have their bodies and their wits it's really down to vampires, liches and some very, very rare cases of animated corpses."
SORRY FOR THE DELAY
Date: 2017-08-13 05:28 pm (UTC)Putting that impressive maw to use, Naugus takes a chomp out of the fruit, demonstrating without a doubt that it's shifted from one to the other. And finally, the now-bitten apple is tossed to the Archon, then zapped once more on its flight towards him. Whether he catches it or not, he will naturally realize either by it dropping loudly or examining it in hand that it's green crystal through and through.
Flashy showmanship better suited for a magician than a wizard, but Ixis Naugus doesn't know the meaning of subdued OR humble. "Any organic matter is viable for transformation," he says after swallowing that mouthful of apple. "Even living beings who will still remain mobile and sentient. Only now unbreakable."
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Date: 2017-08-14 01:34 pm (UTC)"Your mother's brother, I'm guessin'? Shoot... Can't believe you tricked me like that. Well now I don't gotta feel weird about thinkin' he was talented. I could tell he was a pro!" He clears his throat and corrects, "Professional. And real fit, too. I can't believe you're related to someone with a body." Hey, if you're not going to crush on your uncle, someone's got to.
Frowning sheepishly in a way that betrays the hint of an embarrassed smile he mumbles, "So... Maybe I really oughta meet him, then? At least so I can compliment him on havin' such a talented star student?"
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Date: 2017-08-14 02:09 pm (UTC)"Thank you," is all he manages, quietly. It's a few more long, dazed seconds before he parts his lips one last time, but whatever it was he thought he should or could say, he doesn't. Instead he forces a small little smile, honest despite the effort it takes.
Maybe some day he will talk to Adia about it, but for now it seems he isn't quite ready to make that promise.
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Date: 2017-08-14 04:00 pm (UTC)His quiet expression of gratitude is a relief, and all at once she understands. There are some stories that cut too deep to one's center, that leave one vulnerable and exposed. This must be one of them.
Her smile turns to one of reassurance, and she pats his arm much the same way he had done for her. "I'll be fine," she tells him, in case there is any lingering concern for her. "Go enjoy the rest of the party."
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Date: 2017-08-14 08:20 pm (UTC)The crystal, when thrown to the Archon, bounces off a shield cast by a horrified Stathis who looks from his own outstretched hand to glare at Naugus. The patron braces himself to stand and engage in a blustery reprimand but the Archon lifts the fingers of one hand to halt him. Reluctantly, Stathis sits back down, but he keeps a wary eye on the Ixian mage. Unlike those around him if the Archon minds the display he doesn't show it. Once his brother is calmed, he turns his eye down to the crystallised apple on the floor. Naugus will no doubt recognise air magic as it's used to bring the thing up to a height from which the Archon can pluck it from in front of him.
"Stathis, please tell everyone not to be alarmed," he says quietly. The patron purses his lips, but stands and tends to the other guests. Without missing a beat the Archon inspects the object in his hand carefully and asks, "Is it like diamond or something different? Can it move organically if living beings are changed into it?"
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Date: 2017-08-14 08:25 pm (UTC)Runa beams brightly and ducks her head at the compliment. "I like it. The things I was taught... they show me the magic in everything around us. That is a gift I think we should all share with each other where we can. The herbs we use for cooking, the flowers we decorate our homes with, the symbols we wear close all mean something. They all have power in them."
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Date: 2017-08-14 09:18 pm (UTC)Annnd then it's back to looking at him strangely while he talks about how fit her uncle is. What is she supposed to make of that? "Everyone has a body, Harrowheart," she says, a little more hotly than she intended. "He has a body, I have a body, even you have a body."
She's all too happy to move the conversation along. "You don't have to if you don't want to. You don't have to talk to anyone you don't want to."
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Date: 2017-08-15 12:38 am (UTC)He takes a step closer and curiously asks, "So why are you here? An undead alone with all these breathers and a necromancer lurkin' around downstairs... You must know someone here, someone who'll keep you safe. Lieselotte?"
The more he talks, the more things begin to occur to him. "Is she your livin' friend? Are you her family? Or are you two..."
He hesitates to say it aloud, but the tilt of his head and the attentive expression in his eyes might suggest the question he leaves unasked.
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Date: 2017-08-15 01:21 am (UTC)It is a very homey kind of magic, what Runa describes. It reminds her of Hestia, and of the older, herbal medicine that the Sagittarons practice. "I would want to share that kind of magic, too," she agrees."Do you need anything from me, for the protection charm?"
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Date: 2017-08-15 04:31 am (UTC)"Yes, Stathis, DO calm down. Why would I go and attack a man at his own son's wedding? Honestly." His voice is pointedly patronizing, his impish grin driving home the point if the tone doesn't. Naugus doesn't bother to watch or wait for a response from other defensive man, turning his attention fully once more to the Archeon.
"Unique to any other crystal or gemstone, down to the molecular make-up of it. When a living being is transformed, they move just as easily as they would with flesh and bone. Oh, maybe a chip off here and there from serious blows, but shattering it outright is a feat brute strength alone cannot do. Add in the benefits of requiring no sleep, food, water or even breath and the results are QUITE impressive, as I'm sure you agree." Of course everyone agrees that Ixis Naugus is impressive! It's just a fact of life.
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Date: 2017-08-15 02:04 pm (UTC)Suddenly he's unable to hide a cheeky grin that spreads across his face like a mold. "Besides," he says, back to his forced casualness that comes with side-eyes and expectantly raised eyebrows, "He's no Sagyne."
But Harrowheart isn't schooled in the noble art of keeping his emotions under wraps, and not a few seconds after saying that he's already laughing. His mischievous smile turns to one of fondness as he looks at Isidor. He very nearly reaches out to put a hand on her arm, but stops short and instead folds his hands behind his back.
"And neither of them are Isidor."
He keeps up his gentle smile for another moment or two before he rolls his eyes and lightly smirks. "And I already practiced not talkin' to people I don't like. I had to get away from Poenia right quick, or I woulda knocked her out cold right there in the ballroom. You shoulda heard what she was sayin'."
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Date: 2017-08-15 04:24 pm (UTC)"I should ask what you are doing here," he says instead of answering Harrowheart's questions. "I do not know much about Death Knights, only what the people whisper, but is it normal for you to surround yourself with the living? I think every undead being who has any wits left needs a goal, something to hunger for. For vampires that is usually blood, or life, or sex. But you…" He tilts his head, dark eyes staring deeply into Harrowheart's bright lights. "What does a Death Knight hunger for?"
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Date: 2017-08-15 04:33 pm (UTC)"They're parts of you," Viatorus points out quietly. He walks slower than Runa now that he's not taking people anywhere. "They are very powerful."
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Date: 2017-08-15 04:44 pm (UTC)"But, um, sure. You can have a strand of my hair. Do I need to...?" She mimes plucking one out from the top of her head.