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______________________________________	__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ L A D Y Z A R A I L E S D E M A N L A D Y Z A R A I L E S D E M A N ♖ o u t f i t ♖ S O R I A N P A R K , 1 2 : 0 0 A M I N T E R A C T I O N S : M E N T I O N S :

Zarai found herself staring at her reflection. Too tall and far too thin. Her chin elongated; it looked sharp enough to cut wood in half and leaned slightly to the right. Her arms were long like tree branches, skinny as if they could snap at any second. Her eyes, she could barely see them in her reflection they looked wrong. Zarai frowned at the unfamiliar reflection, raising her left arm and then her right to see if her reflection would do the same. They bent in her elbows inwardly as if she had broken them.

”Who finds this entertaining?" Zarai eyed her reflection one more time before she continued walking, leaving the house of mirrors behind them.

After the prince’s court, Zarai had Sir Barrios take her back to the guest house, knowing her mother wouldn’t be there, and switch back to her old dress but left Fritz’s work on her hair untouched. Duchess Lesdeman had a meeting with some uber-fancy schmancy businessman to buy property in Sorian. An estate that Zarai only knew about because she had been snooping in her mother’s office. A summer house? Winter home? Zarai could buy her own apartment in Sorian. Leave Puerto Vira and to whoever her parents decide to pass it to and live here. Change her name. She could be Liege Ariel Alvarado, a mysterious noble from faraway lands of Catalonia who sings in the taverns during their free time and is a bit of a lady killer. Or she could be Lord Loid of Lordshire or Lady Cassandra Castleton! Zarai needed to come up with better names for her alter egos.

"My Lady, where are we exactly going?" Sir Barrios spoke up from behind her. Since leaving the palace walls, he’d been glued to her like a parasite. Seemed like he did not want a repeat of today’s encounter with Fritz and Udo.

The thought of them was quickly forgotten.

"I promised my little princesita that I would come to find her once the court was over." Zarai glanced back at the knight, glaring at the empty chair he was still pushing around. "Sir Barrios, I thought I had said to leave that."

"Your mother ordered that I take it everywhere you go, " Sir Barrios gave the same reply he had given her fifteen minutes ago.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes, giving a breath of irritation as she picked up her skirts and sat on the chair. She sucked in air through her teeth and quickly motioned the knight to continue their search. If he was persistent in bringing the dammed chair, she might as well use it, not because it was getting painful to walk.

The steel wheels made it difficult to traverse through the grass, making the chair rattle with every step Sir Barrios took, and while it was far better than walking, it would take them long to find Anastasia. She couldn’t see anything aside from other people’s crotch areas and little kids running past her, some pointing to her and laughing.

Little shits, do it again, and I’ll trip you.

They walked around for a few more minutes, the sea of crotches walking past her as she craned her neck, trying to search for her friend. After a while, she gave up when the aching on her side became too much and sat back in the chair, looking for the dress Anastasia had worn instead. Twenty minutes had passed before Sir Barrios cleared his throat and stopped the chair on the side of a pastel yellow stand.

"My Lady, are you sure she is still here? She may have left already." Sir Barrios walked to the front of the chair. "The Princess may have gone on ahead to the Summer Horse Race; I am sure she will be there."

"Princesita wouldn’t do that." Zarai looked at him with a frown, "Besides, I promised her that I would find her here, and I do not intend to break my promises." She stood up slowly and ignored the knight's protests as she began walking again in search of Anastasia.

[ReusableSword]

Location: Hunting Area - Quick its after the picnic baskets
Interactions:Shehzadi Mayet @13org, Shahzade Munir @Infinite Cosmos, Hannah @princess
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Roman got back to his feet in a crouch holding the axe in his hand and staring at the beast. Mayet had delivered a strong blow with Nala exposing a noticeable weak spot and gaining the ire of the beast just before it would have gotten to him. The situation was bad but not dire as he took a second to observe the carnage and the actions of the others. Munir seemed to be intent on remaining at range but his shots have been well placed. Mayet like him still clung to a blade and someone had started to drag away the injured huntress or so it seemed.

Now he could only hope that Munir could land a few more hits while Nala kept up its attention long enough for him to make his move. Dropping the knife and griping the axe Roman took two powerful steps forward and lunged at the beast timing his axe to swing down on the open wound Nala had created. With the might of all of his time spent swinging his hammer, the weight from his body built carrying and molding steel and stone, the experience poured into everything he has created and all the days spent honing his fighting skills for moments like these where his safety is not guaranteed at all.

This wasn’t a time for goading or bragging, it wasn’t the place for who gets the kill. This was life at its fullest, kill or be killed, a quick death for the beast to end the threat of it hurting others forever and ending its misery.

[Potter]

Lover's Lake

Lovers Lake is one of the most popular places in Sorian during the summer. During the day, it was a swimming pool while at night it offered a private and intimate spot. Mischief, love, heartbreak and happiness are associated with the lake. As the sun rose directly above Sorian, many started to make their way down woodland path towards the beautiful lake. The visitors were a mixture of both nobles and peasants. A vision of lush green greeted them as canopies weighed down by the leaves threatened to tickle their heads. Off to the side was a food vendor offering ice cream, hotdogs, and other handheld foods.

The sun shined brightly on the lake, reflecting off it and offering a a scenic view. There were a few lifeguards settled around the beach which were a mixture of female and male. Next to the lake were cliffs that offered cliff diving. Teenagers, giggling and staring, tempting one another to dive off. Kids were settled near the shoreline while their parents lounged nearby. Laughter, screams of joy, and conversation battled with the rhythm of the lake waves.

[princess]

Anastasia & Wystan

_{@Rodiak Zarai (The very end <3)}

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Anastasia had come bounding up to Wystan like an excited golden retriever as her blonde hair danced behind her. She had a plate of rolled crepes in hand and teddy bears tucked under her arm. “Wystan! I haven’t forgotten about you I promise!” She outstretched the food toward him as she stood before him, “I… I thought you might be hungry over here.” She was breathing a little heavier as she tried to catch her breath.

The bodyguard blinked once at the dessert before he dutifully accepted the plate in one hand. ”Thank you for thinking of me, Princess.” Wystan had tried not to, but he looked over the delicacy with a little too much of an uncharacteristic gleam in his eyes.

“ Of course! Didn’t want you starving over here.” Anastasia noticed a certain look in his eyes and she grinned with pleasure. It had always entertained her to get a reaction out of the normally stoic bodyguard. “ Go on. Try it! Pleeease!”

A small rumble erupted from the empty pit known as his stomach just then. ”...” Without much else of a word, he nodded and gestured towards a bench nearby, patting down the spot for the princess before they sat. The watchdog held the plate awkwardly in his hands as if waiting for an order.

The princess hurried over and scooted beside him, her elbows against her knees and her chin in her palms as she looked at him expectantly. She nodded her head as if to urge him with a smile, her eyes alight with excitement.

Wystan then folded the thin pancake over his fork and promptly took a bite. It was practically an order from the princess. There was no world in which he could have refused. He closed his eyes for only a moment to savor its soft and creamy texture. A soft exhale left him as he did so, while his shoulders seemed to slacken ever so slightly.

A small, soft squeal of joy escaped Anastasia and she clasped her hands. “ Ooooh you still love those… I’m so happy you still love those. I used to secretly pester the kitchen staff to make them more often so you could have them when you first started living with us.”

The bodyguard’s eyes fluttered open at those words. He cleared his throat with a fist over his mouth, effectively disguising his rather bashful reaction with a rough grunt. "Back then, it was you…?” He processed the memories from those early days— when he felt unworthy of stepping near the royal estate the first time he was brought there. Even with Auguste's sincere welcome, every fiber of his being told him that he did not belong. But for some reason, when it was time to dine, the royal kitchen staff had never missed serving him the crepe rolls he adored so much. Delicious food played a big part in what calmed his raised hackles and allowed him to relax. Truth be told, knowing Ana now, he should not have been surprised that she was the one behind all of that.

...And he wasn't. What did surprise him, though, was how his mind stalled when he heard those words. A skip in his heart rate. Was he sick? He couldn’t make out what any of what he felt meant. Instead, he took his feelings out on the crepes, inhaling them in less than a minute.

”Thank you, Ana.” Wystan paused to think of that one thing Auguste often said to him to express sincere gratitude. ”...I feel blessed to have you in my life.”

A smile slowly crept across her face that she tried to bite back as her gaze lowered and her cheeks reddened. Anastasia was thoughtful for once over her response. Wystan had a way of catching her off guard with his words often, in such a manner that made her want to consider her reply more selectively. She glanced up at him through her lashes as she finally decided. “You know what... Can I give you a hug?”

”Oh. As you wish, your Highness.” Wystan looked at her and then their surroundings, deeming it safe before responding with slightly open waiting arms. Then, he pat himself down around his abdomen and made sure his concealed arms were out of the way. The expression on his face was of concern, but not unwant. It was clear this was not something he was used to. ”I am ready.”

Anastasia emitted a giggle at his reaction. There was a very small inactive pause before she threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight squeeze. Thankfully, she wasn’t a very strong princess. She remained there silently for a long moment until she felt satisfied with their hug.

Wystan was silent. He had his arms laid gently around the princess’ back, careful not to squeeze too hard lest he pained her by any injuries he couldn’t notice from last night. On the other hand, the bodyguard was half-part perplexed and half-part amused, thinking to himself that perhaps if one were, for some reason, to be enveloped in a human-sized marshmallow, then that was what it would feel like. He would never get used to hugs, but he could for sure take solace in Ana’s.

She freed him and looked up at him, her hands moving to her hips with solemnity. “Now I am ready too.”

The watchdog found satisfaction in her satisfaction. In that moment, he was simply glad that she felt safe enough around him still, even in spite of his failure to keep her and her brother safe during the nobles’ getaway. After eating away at him all night, that thought finally crept back into his mind as he lost himself for a moment in silence.

”...Ana.” He spoke low. ”I want to know… and if it’s absolutely okay, what happened last night?” He repeated the question Auguste had asked him prior, only to realize the heaviness in his chest of anticipating her response.

Anastasia had tilted her head with a frown at his sudden silence and change in disposition. Though his next words cleared her confusion up, she did not seem to cheer up any. Her shoulders slacked. “Oh. Right… That.”She wondered if Wystan would be as disappointed as everyone else. The idea stung to think about, but there was no escaping his question.

“Well… My friend throws these parties… He tries to make a space where everyone can be themselves and not worry about titles or their reputation. He’s a really nice person I think so I didn’t want to tell my parents his name without any proof he did anything wrong... I thought it would be fun to bring people to the party but I convinced Darryn, the stablehand, to bring us there.”

The bodyguard acknowledged all of this with a slow nod, recalling the boy’s face from the stables.

She paused and bit her lip. After rubbing her forearm, Anastasia continued, her throat growing tighter with every word, “ Then this morning…No one remembered anything that happened but apparently, a lot of us came back in bad shape, even the Alidasht royalty. So of course my mother freaked out and tried to blame Darryn-“ Her words broke off as her voice cracked. She covered her mouth to keep the dam from breaking. Farim and the festival had managed to distract her enough to forget how she had been feeling.

Wystan laid his hand on her shoulder, tightening it in a warm grip to refocus her attention on him. ”Be easy, Princess.” He nodded at her with concern, establishing full eye-contact. ”I’m listening, but you need not speak more if it pains you to do so.”

“I-...” She looked up at Wystan. His words were soft and soothing; they managed to calm her a little. Her hand drifted from her mouth. Even though Wystan had given her an out from the conversation, she found herself continuing to speak. “They tried to torture him… Callum told me that Darryn’s free now…But… I have a feeling my mother...“

It wasn’t chilly by any means this day, but the princess shook like a leaf. In turn, watchdog respectfully held her tighter. ”It’s alright.” He spoke softly. ”It’s alright… it will all be handled.”

Anastasia wondered if Wystan had meant his words simply in comfort, but it was the idea that motivated her to feel that she had to make sure it was handled, though she had no idea how she’d do so quite yet. “ Yes.” She relented with a sigh finally after a pause. “ Suppose it will...”

”Ana, I hear that heavy sigh.” Wystan knew she was in her head again. His heart ached a little without his intention, but his voice still sounded strict due to concern. ”Please worry not. Prince Auguste likely has a plan in the making of what’s to come. He will not let a trusted stablehand, especially one as loyal as Darryn, go without a fight. In fact, I would not mind being a substitute for such punishments in his place— after all, I was in charge of looking after all of you last night.” Though he was painfully aware of the Queen’s merciless potential, there was resolution in his voice, and a suggestion like this was never prone to doubt when it came from the watchdog.

Anastasia’s eyes widened on their accord and she cringed a little. She was shocked and frankly horrified at his suggestion. She did not interrupt as he continued to talk, her mind racing as his initial words looped.

”In regards to your friend’s gathering…” He pulled away to give her a look; the stone-coldness of his features warmed into icemelts as he spoke with sincerity. ”I know that I have apprehended you and your acquaintances more times than any man could count… but I want you to know that we do this because we worry. Your brother, Auguste, tells me to keep an eye on you because he cares for you deeply. Prince Wulfric, too. Young Prince Callum doesn’t like to mention this to me, but I don’t doubt his consideration for you, either.”

Her gaze was on him as he spoke. She was paying attention though too caught up in worry to comment just yet. Anastasia did believe him when it came to Auguste and Callum, but she did wonder sometimes if Wulfric really cared. She’d die for any of the three regardless as well as for Wystan. She cared about all of them, even her parents, more than she wanted to sometimes admit.

”...And as for myself, I do feel this way, too.” He looks away as he mumbles the rest of his point before returning his careful gaze to her. Her eyes met his somberly, frowning slightly. Anastasia then folded her hands anxiously as he spoke once more. ”Anyway, my point is… I apologize for making you recount the night prior, but I thank you for sharing this with me, Ana. I know now that I have your trust, and I assure you I will do my best to maintain it as your retainer.”

Her mind was still hung up on his willingness to substitute himself in Darryn’s place. Imagining Wystan all scarred up like that made her grip her hands together tighter. “… No. You are not substituting yourself for any punishment.” Anastasia’s words were firm and she had a look of resolve as she spoke. She wasn’t one to take on a demanding tone often. She looked up at him, locking her eyes onto his. ”You’re never to offer yourself for such a thing… Okay Wystan?” Concern swam in her eyes, ”Promise me please?” If her mother or father, or even Wulfric, ever agreed to hurt him, Anastasia knew she would turn on them completely and never turn back.

”...Understood, Princess.” Wystan did in fact not quite understand Her Royal Highness’ concern for this offer, however, she looked scared, and so he did not have any difficulty in compliance. ”In turn, may I too ask you for a promise?” She nodded her consent as she visibly relaxed.

”...Please do inform me of where you will go the next time.” The watchdog lowered his eyes. He didn’t want to think of the possibilities of what could’ve happened had he or the Queen’s men arrived a tad bit late. ”I cannot blame you for wanting to leave after the ball. I do not mind so much where it is you find yourself. I will not judge you for the places where you’d rather go to be.”

”Oftentimes, I feel the same way.” He gave a light pause, realizing that perhaps he has spoken too much in this one sitting than the entire half-year. ”If you need to run, then do so, but I’d rather you not without me knowing where.”

”...Forgive me for my straightforwardness, Ana. I hope that you may understand.”

“… I do understand. I’m really sorry for the stress this caused.. Anyhow, I promise. “ Anastasia held up her pinkie, to which the bodyguard looked at with mild perplexion.

” Pinkie swear!”

Ah. ”Pinkie swear.” Wystan followed Ana’s lead and intertwined his little finger with hers.

”…Annnd to start things off, I’ll be honest that I plan to go visit my friend who threw the party to find out what happened… Buuuut I don’t think I want my brothers to know…”

”I appreciate your upholding of this “pinky law” so immediately.” With fingers still conjoined, he couldn’t help but smile.”Date, time, location, and means of transportation, please.”

“ Tonight. 8pm. Improvising.” She was smiling as she declared her answers despite their lack of depth.

”Clive’ll follow. 7:30pm. We’ll be ready to hear of your improvisations. Clear?” Though his voice was stern as always, he wore a satisfied expression as if calmed by relief.

” Crystal clear! … Or should I say …Crystal Damien clear?” She giggled at her own unfunny joke, immensely pleased with the delivery.

”...”

”Mmmfh.” Wystan suppressed his own giggly laughter, but he could only do so much. ”Hahaha!” He slapped his knee in the process.

Anastasia’a smile grew as wide as possible as soon as Wystan began to giggle. However, it was the knee slap that sent both her into laughter and her ego through the roof. ”I KNEW IT! I am funny ! Yes !” She triumphantly raised a teddy bear in the air victoriously.

”Hahaha..” Wystan was clutching at his stomach. "You always come up with the best jokes.” There was sincerity, and he meant every bit of what he said.

”I know! I’m glad you still have a great sense of humor.”

”...Thank you, Princess. You are the first person to tell me this.” After wiping away a stray tear, he experienced post-laughter clarity in which he inwardly questioned how they went from a very serious topic to this.

She reached up to wipe away a stray tear he missed with the back of her finger, gentle and slow with her movements. Anastasia was thoughtful as she collected her grip over the teddy bears again. [color=E77298] “ … Hey you should come meet my new friends. I have been hanging out with some of the Alidasht visitors. They’re actually really nice… Plus after everything that happened, improving our relations with them is probably a good idea.”[/color

”Uh- Ah, yes.” Wystan was visibly caught off-guard, but brushed it off at Ana’s suggestion. ”That, we should do.” With that, he stood up and offered a hand.

”Here, let me carry those for you.”

“Okie dokie! Prepare your hands! They’re really soft…” Anastasia began to place her teddy bear in each of his hands, but then halted her movement just before they touched his skin and gave him a serious warning look, “... aannnddd prepare your heart too because they’re very cute! Don’t want it melting, do we?”

”No, of course not. Don’t worry.” Wystan wondered if the warmth burning inconspicuously inside his chest the entire time was akin to “melting”. He stretched his arms out to receive the bears with a rare smile as he looked at her.

I do suppose these bears are quite cute.

Anastasia had started walking toward the group when she recalled the gunshots they had heard earlier. She slowed her pace as the importance of that dilemma dawned on her. She suddenly whirled around and looked at him. There was a dramatic pause before she spoke in a hushed voice. “Wait… Did you hear that bang, bang, bang earlier? “

”The… what?” Wystan squinted his eyes and leaned in closer. ”And where did you hear that from?"

Anastasia decided to step close to him and get up on her tippy toes so she was just by his ear. She then whispered, “Gunshots from the south. Three. Think there’s something bad going on. “ The princess retracted her head from that position and instead looked up at him with eyes, sparkling with bad ideas. Truth be told, there had been a pang in her gut about that situation. If someone was hurt, every moment counted.

"I can hear your thoughts and I don’t like them.” Wystan frowned and sighed quite audibly. "I will be the one to scout the area. You will stay here, safe and sound with the company of your guards.”

“No way! I’m coming with you. I gotta make sure you don’t get hurt.”Anastasia at first grinned as she spoke. After a sigh, she rested her hands on her hips and the smile fell. “In all seriousness, I want to help. If someone’s getting hurt and there’s something I can do about it, then I want to. I know I am not a badass like you but I promise I won’t be any trouble. Besides, those guards are going to just follow me wherever I go anyway. ” She gestured to the two on the sidelines. The two looked each at other before moving toward them with the intention to join.

The bodyguard exhaled deeply. He knew that if he were to apprehend her, she would simply find another way to slip through. ”I will not make myself regret this.” He spoke simply.

”You may come. But do keep in mind that I need you in my sights at all times. If you remove yourself from my view even just once, I will find you, and I will attach you to me without hesitation.” Wystan patted his hip, making it obvious the number of concealed tools he had on him, ready to use whenever.

Anastasia sucked in her lips to keep in a laugh that bubbled deep within. The princess was barely audible as she muttered to herself,“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” She struggled to keep her lips from upturning so she instead averted her gaze in an attempt for him not to notice.

The bodyguard raised an eyebrow. How could it not be a bad thing? He was perplexed but didn’t want to entertain this mischievery any longer for fear it might underplay the urgency of the situation.

”...Why are you smiling?”

“...I’m not...Oh look is that Zarai? Anastasia’s gaze fell on the pretty girl with strawberry blonde hair. She was hard to miss. “ My love! Back from the War already!” She called to her.

[Potter]

Sadie, Lyra, & Verrick

”You must be hungry from your travels! I don’t know what your land is like or if you've ever played games-” she gestured to the festival and continued, "-so now seems like a good chance to do so! What do you think?” Next, she tilted her head back to look up at Verrick with wide-eyes and a puppy dog expression. Her blue eyes reflected from the sun like the ocean. For a moment, when Lyra couldn’t see, she allowed the suspicion to flash across her expression before disappearing like the waves in an ocean. ”Games! Food! Prizes! We must explore! I cannot sit any longer!”

Sadie moved to glance at them both and bounced on the balls of her feet. Then, she stretched her neck and arms and it was noticeable that she was practically vibrating with energy. ”We can find out more about each other as we go! Let’s not waste the day!”

Before either of them could react, distant noise briefly interrupted them. She frowned and looked in the direction of it, but was unable to decipher it. Sadie shrugged it off for now, but stored it in the back of her mind. If there was danger, she would react appropriately. Sadie waited for her companion’s reactions, continuing to practically vibrate with energy and now curiosity.

”Those sounds…” Lyra was just about to stand up and accompany the two to whatever madness Sadie planned to subject them to, when she heard the noise. Lyra craned her head around and paid attention, unlike Sadie. She heard gunshots.

”Something is wrong. Those were gunshots. I’m going to see what happened. Are either of you coming with me?”

Verrick sighed softly when the woman didn’t answer, but the Princess spoke up. She was almost nothing like her elder sister. He wasn’t used to her energy still, despite being around her for years while guarding Beatrice. He was one to sit in the back, as still as a stone. His entire life was training to take things slow, not to be seen and keep his eyes and ears open.

He was thankful he noticed she didn’t trust the woman as well. At least she was learning to pick up on things like that. But he didn’t know what to say when she tried to use her blue eyes on him. He sighed audibly and nodded his head as he was fine with it.

But a moment later he heard a couple of shots ringing through the air. He looked in the direction, it was close but far enough away to be muffled. They couldn’t hear the argument and as far as he could see other people were just as confused. It wasn’t in the park but perhaps one of the houses that peaked through some of the trees in the distance.

The woman correctly identified the sound and said she was going to check it out. “Yes I’m going to take princess Sadie to a dangerous place… excellent idea.” He said in a sarcastic tone. “Leave it to the guards. There’s nothing for a foreigner to do besides get caught up in trouble. There are quite a few more patrols out for the festivities. They will get there before we do.”

Sadie looked toward the shots with both interest and concern. She stepped up on her toes and craned her neck. She could only catch glimpses of the rising number of guards. It seemed to be near the Vikena and Damien estates. She bit her lip and looked at Verrick. “I’m worried for the Damiens and Vikenas.” She told him in a serious tone. Sadie fell into silence as she thought over Verrick’s words then suddenly added, “Verrick is right. We must not go… But if you must, Lyra, I can’t stop you. Though, I would rather you stay where I know you’re safe.” The idea of something terrible occurring to Crystal, Violet, Charlotte or Lorenzo was heart wrenching for her. She hugged Verrick’s arm for comfort instinctively. Her eyes watered as she lowered her gaze.

Verrick glanced at Sadie as she looked up at him, He sighed when she said she was worried about the Damien's and Vikena's… most likely Charlotte and Violet. Rather than Count Damien. He felt that she was about to protest, but she didn’t. He could tell though she wasn’t agreeing with the decision on the inside. before he could say anything she hugged his arm. He froze, not really sure how to handle that. But the ‘major General’ touted up again.

”I will be fine. I am not a Major General for nothing.” And with that, the General took off, running at a surprisingly fast pace. As though she was determined to catch a murderer herself.

Verrick let out a very irritated gravelly sigh. He did not like this woman one bit. What did she think she was going to do? He secretly hoped she got confused for the culprit just so she would learn a lesson. The same sigh continued inward as he noticed Sadie’s eyes water. He continued to look towards the idiot running off. Despite his adamant of leaving if something happened he really couldn’t force the issue. The racket was still a distance off and he didn’t feel like it was an immediate danger. “If…you want…I can go check quickly. The five guards who are hanging back with the carriage should be enough to protect you while you try to enjoy yourself."

Sadie bit her lip and nodded. That would suffice for now, as long as he remained safe. She had let go after noticing he was uncomfortable. Her stomach churned and she beamed broadly for him. ”Okay, as long as you stay safe! Thanks!” She waved to him and headed back towards the festival aimlessly.

[13org]

Time: 12pm
Location: Hunting Area
Interactions: Hanna @Potter, Roman @ReusableSword, Munir @Infinite Cosmos
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The excitement, the adrenaline, feeling the roar of that mighty creature resonating through Mayet's chest as she wounded it... When she first came to this hunting event, she definitely wasn't expecting to be met with such a good prey to hunt. Unlike the others, which seemed to be fighting for their lives, Mayet was apparently having a lot of fun judging by her expression.

Regardless of how much excitement that hunt was providing Mayet, it was true that the bear was showing itself to be extremely resilient, shrugging off Munir's sharp arrows, charging through Roman's spear and even ignoring Mayet's powerful slash. Despite the many wounds, the bear still had enough strength to resist and fight. Enough to even be able to free itself from Nala's bite, sending her sliding through the forest floor, leaving deep scratch marks behind as Nala sunk her claws into the earth to keep her balance. Fortunately, even though the bear was incredibly resistant, it wasn't able to escape Nala's bite unscathed. It now seemed to be unable to stand up, forced to stand on all fours.

"Good job Nala! Keep your distance, it's focused on you." Mayet said as the bear charged towards Nala, letting out a loud roar.

While Nala was bigger than most tigers and had an impressive physique, thanks to the regular hunting trips she took with Mayet, she knew well that facing that bear head on was a bad idea. As long as it was focused on her like that, she knew that the best course of action was to try and keep his attention, buying Mayet and the others to attack while she dodged it's charges.

Answering the bear's roar with a menacing growl, Nala dashed away from the bear's charge, distancing herself from it as she continued growling.

With more arrows being fired by Munir and Roman moving for a decisive blow with his axe, Mayet knew that unless something very unexpected happened, that hunt was nearing its end. Still, Mayet knew better than to relax before a hunt ended, no matter how certain it's result seemed to be... That and she couldn't simply let someone else finish that hunt. At least not without her attacking one last time.
As Roman moved in to hit the bear's neck with his axe, Mayet moved until she was directly behind Roman and simply waited with her ring blade on hands.

The moment Roman finished his strike, she would immediately run towards him and before he even recovered his stance after the attack, she would put her hands on his back, along with the flat end of her ring blade. Using Roman as support to perform a front walkover. As her left leg rises above Roman's head and starts lowering to wrap itself on his left shoulder, she would catch her ring blade with her right leg before letting it go at full speed towards the bear's neck almost like a coiled spring. The ring blade would be carried along with it, the centrifugal force, coupled with the momentum would result in an attack with far more force that it would be possible for someone of Mayet's size and strength.

The whole maneuver would end in a rather comfortable position, especially for Roman, who would have Mayet sitting on his shoulders and legs wrapped around his neck, with her right leg sticking out and her ring blade around her foot.

"Do you enjoy this feeling?" Mayet whispered in a provocative tone, pressing her thighs against Roman's neck, not enough to harm or suffocate him in any way, but enough for him to clearly feel her muscles and how firmly she was holding on him.

That small provocation lasted for only a brief moment and it would be almost imperceptible for most people, unless they paid very close attention.

Unfortunately for Roman, he would only be able to feel such bliss for a brief moment, as Mayet would almost immediately get out of his shoulders, letting herself fall back and her hands touch the ground, using her leg to throw her ring blade up before catching it with her right hand and standing up back again.

Mayet hoped that it would be enough to deal with that bear... Otherwise they might find themselves in a battle of attrition, having to wait for the bear to succumb to it's wounds or get too tired to resist anymore and give up... Which was exactly the type of hunt she hated...

[Potter]

Location: Forest
Time: 12:30 pm

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Ferocious snarls escaped the bear from the volley of arrows Munir had shot. It tried to stand, then let out a whimper of pain finally. The bear tried to dislodge the arrows, yet its spine caused it agony. Stumbling, it tripped and crashed to the ground, only to be struck by Roman’s ax through the open spinal wound. Roars of agony and rage escaped the bear and echoed. The noise caused birds in the canopy above them to take flight. Foam dripped from its mouth while the bear glared at the hunters viciously. It clearly wanted to mull them to death, but was unable to move properly. Any connection between its brain and spine was severely wounded, thus causing it misery. The final blow belonged to Mayet’s ring blade. The bear roared in agony once more and crumpled to the ground. It twitched, thanks to the drug’s pulsing through it. The bear’s eyes finally came to a halt on the tigress and let out a final growl.

A lavendar and grey dagger flew through the air past the group and into the bear’s chest, finally severing the last cord it had to live. Written on the blade’s handle was “P.S”. The owner of the dagger came rushing towards them in a hurry with wide-blue eyes and blonde ringlets dancing behind her. Guards, struggling to keep up, towed behind her. Sadie came to the clearing and wheezed momentarily, then stood up and stared at them.

”A bear attack? I heard it from the festival treeline! I thought I was going crazy because there was no way a bear attacking a hunter group! Oh my goodness! Are you alright? Roman?” Her gaze slid to him last and placed a hand on his arm with worry swimming in her eyes. Her gaze then slid to the foreigners who she guessed were Alidasht. ”Holy crap - oh my goodness - is that a tiger?” Her eyes lit up, before realizing the stakes at hand and shook her head to clear her head. ”...Forgive me, please.” She addressed Mayet sincerely, and eyed Munir as well. Sadie gave a quick curtsy to show respect before continuing. ”Are… Are you both okay?”

Behind the forest trees and out of view, a figure stood watching, unbeknownst to the group or the tigress. Remaining silent, the individual left unnoticed with a flask in their hand.

[Infinite Cosmos]

Interaction: Mayet @13org Roman @ReusableSword Sadie @Potter

As the combination of blows landed on the rabid beast, Munir kept his distance and one arrow nocked the entire time, ready to let loose the arrow and tumble away from potential danger as needed. Munir let out a slow exhale as the bear finally collasped, life leaving it's crazed eyes once and for all.

Even though the beast seemed crazed, Munir still took a knee where he was, and offered a quiet prayer in Alidashtian for the felled beast. "May your next life be peaceful and filled with the grace of the Sun Goddess Arinna." He finished. Shaking his head, he lamented on the fact that the bear was more than likely rabid, and thus called for the dramatic actions of the trio to quell the danger. The beast's pelt has absolutely been ruined. Also given the sudden nature of this attack, Munir essentially threw down the beaver Roman had given him. He first looked up and made sure his sister and Roman were both still alive and about, before turning his attention into seeking out the beaver.

However, before too long, a dagger flew past him and caused him to stumble back a few steps. The dagger flew past him harmlessly but it still alerted him. With his bow in his left and the fletching of an arrow in his right hand, he naturally turned his attention to the direction where the dagger came from. Seeing a princess follow by her guards and retainers, he relaxed slightly. Since if he was to be harmed by another royal, his Father would not take lightly to the situation. The figure started speaking, first checking in on Roman, confirming what Munir though and revealing themselves as someone of the court. She then turned her attention to Munir and his sister, offering them a curtsy. Munir bowed back in an Alidastian fashion befitting of a prince. "I'm fine. But I do not believe we have met. I am Munir Ibn Raif Al Kadir, Son of Sultan Raif, Prince of Alidasht..." Munir's voice trailed off, waiting for her to respond back.

[princess]

Vikena Estate Chaos

Charlotte, △△△, Kazumin, Persephone &Lorenzo

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Charlotte had been bringing her teacup to her lips when the sound of yelling caught her attention. Her brows furrowed as she concentrated on catching all the words. Her gaze slid to the window as the undeniable noise of glass shattering filled the air. She set down the teacup on its corresponding plate and rose to her feet to stare at the window wordlessly at the Damien estate. She felt more uneasy than usual as she looked upon that mansion. Across the road and through the fence, the movement of Calbert’s guards running about could be seen in flashes of color against the green grass.

She looked to Count Fritz, who stood by the window, briefly as she considered if they needed to call for help or perhaps alert Lorenzo. It sounded as if there was an intruder. The count would never allow such chaos to occur otherwise. Though Calbert’s well-being wasn’t the first to plague her mind, she did find herself concerned, especially for Crystal and Violet.

Servants who were working outside assembled along the estate perimeter, confused and alarmed by the commotion. All except one. Amongst the slowly growing group △△△ recognized his fiery friend. Although he blended perfectly in with Damien’s servants, the years spent together made △△△ adept at spotting Peter in a crowd.

Peter emulated the others in their befuddlement, swiveling his head around to search for the answer in their surroundings. When the marksman faced the direction of the window, his gaze caught sight of the noble behind it and moved on without pause or recognition.

For a moment, △△△ focused on his own reflection—the fluid mosaic—before returning his attention back to the scene outside. There was no point dwelling on this particular inconvenience. He knew the simplest way to free himself from this infliction, but △△△ had no intention of pursuing that avenue. He would gladly live like this for the rest of his days rather than be “cured.” The cost was simply too high for his liking. Even if it fulfilled the devotee of the eastern Sea Goddess’s innermost desire.

The group of servants simultaneously turned to the approaching guards. They exchanged a flurry of words and gestures to each other then hurried into the Damien estate. Peter in tow.

Growling filled the room when Champion positioned himself on top of the coffee table. She and Count Fritz looked down to see the kitten take on a defensive posture. He was positioned for battle as always.

First was first, she had to make sure her guest was alright. She clasped her hands nervously and looked to the count. “Count Fritz, I am deeply sorry if what’s going on is startling. This is unusual and I believe you should be hesitant to depart for now until it has ceased… I am going to go alert my father.”

“It’s hardly your fault, is it? There’s no need to worry about me. I’ll be just fine.”

While she had been moving into the next room, the loud boom of unmistakable gunshots could be heard. She cringed at the initial loud noise and covered her mouth to repress a cry. There were only three shots, however, they sounded closer to the Vikena estate. Charlotte whirled to Count Fritz with panic in her eyes. “Please move away from this room and to the other end of the household. I will be right back!” The count partially followed her request, taking a few slow steps towards the door and nothing more.

My goodness. If last night hadn’t deterred the Varian and Alidasht Kingdoms from visiting again, surely today will… I am beginning to feel motivated to never return to this city myself.

With a self-comforting exhale, she moved to the window and ducked underneath to peek outside. Damien’s staff seemed to be looking about the road now. She was certain that the city guards would be here soon as well. Charlotte then made her way through the dining room towards the foyer.

He was about to follow suit when tapping sounds halted him. At the window, a giant rooster repeatedly pecked the glass. The pecking briefly stopped when the bird noticed that they got △△△’s attention then resumed until the count finally took the hint and approached the window.

Using their beak like a finger, the rooster pointed to the side. △△△ turned his head just in time to see what required his immediate attention. “Is… that?” Cluck. “Hm.” Coo. “Well, Peter might get what he wants after all.” The rooster squawked in reply and tottered after their quarry.

He glanced down at the small bundle of nerves on the coffee table. “There’s nothing to worry about, little one. You’re safe here.” △△△ whispered to Champion. “Aros.” The kitten showed no signs that he understood what the weird human said. Just as he did before, however, he remained still, so △△△ rewarded him with a slow, reassuring scratch on the head. “Or don’t. No one will blame you if you did make a run for it. Do what you must to survive.”

After giving a few more head scratches, △△△ left the room. I wish Peter’s crush stuck with leaving bread behind instead of blood and guards hot on her heels. He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves with a light-hearted sigh.

Outside the Vikena Estate, Persephone put a finger to her lips and patted Kazumin’s head affectionately, then opened a window as quietly as possible. Once she’d checked the coast was clear, she ushered him inside and kept the finger to her lips, and then helped him inside. She quietly shut the window and ushered for him to follow her. Throughout the whole ordeal, they remained invisible. A quick glance around the room told her it was the dining room which was empty.

After being pushed so hard, Kazu found himself completely exhausted to the point his body was running on fumes. The cloaked individual’s strangely affectionate touches and reminder to keep quiet were the only thing keeping him from passing out. As such, everything around him was a blur, his mind having all but checked out at this point leaving the blonde almost delirious.

Struggling with Kazumin’s weight, the sudden adrenaline from running and the effort to uphold the magic, Persephone quickly dumped Kazumin into a chair and then collapsed onto the nearby sofa. She leaned over her knees and wheezed until she could catch her breath and gulped in fresh air. Once she’d collected herself, she stared ahead absentmindedly.

The assist was greatly needed with his body lacking the strength to climb up through the window on his own. And quite the struggle it had been; so much so that his hand slipped out beneath him at the last moment causing him to land on his face with a pained grunt. A good thing he was too tired to do anything but let out a muffled groan, not even noticing his being dragged and dropped into a nearby chair.

The Previous Night
Persephone raced over to the window and glanced at Ruby. Her voice became hushed: ”Charlotte, can I come over tomorrow?”

Charlotte looked over her shoulder. “Certainly? I live down the street in a brick house.”

While recalling the memory, Persephone struggled to contain her laughter. This would not have been what the girl would expect. The room began to spin while butterflies rose in her stomach. The noise outside told her the guards were searching and she did not have time to waste, nor could she afford to use the magic any longer. Thus, she regrettably uttered the countercourse,
”Visio-”, and the pair of runaway peasants became visible.

Charlotte rushed past them and she quickly stood up. If she let the guards in, they were screwed. Panting, she rushed to the doorway and poked her head out. The handkerchief dripped with blood. The panic and fear swam in Persephone’s eyes and threatened to drown her. She held a hand to her lips for Kazumin to stay still and remain silent.

Kazu saw the cloaked person moving about and motioning towards him which only made him giggle as he held a hand to his nose due to feeling something warm.” Ooh looky…I’m a leaky faucet.” He giggled sleepily while wiping some of the blood dripping from his nose. (not bleeding as much as the strangers, of course) Upon seeing the red on his fingers his sleepy eyes widened a bit with a small gasp. “Oh wow… did you know our insides are red..um…juice?”” The blonde muttered in sleepy confusion, his head slowly drifting as he gradually started to nod off.

Something softly clucked in response to Kazu’s question. Before the barely conscious farm boy stood a huge rooster with orange, green, blue, and black feathers. It peered into Kazu’s face and cocked its head to the side. Said blonde blinked in confusion and curiosity back at the rooster. ”Hey there, pretty birdy. Got no crackers so please no poking.” After coming to some kind of conclusion, it waddled to the other entrance where another figure waited. Together, they vanished into the kitchen.

Charlotte’s hand grazed the railing of the staircase when the sound of muttering made her halt. The house was quiet and the additional new voice was unmistakable. She stiffened. Before she could quite process the idea, a hushed voice came from behind.

”Charlotte. Behind you.” Persephone’s voice was quiet but pleading. She ushered her over hastily with urgency. ”In here. Please! Hurry!”

She had nearly jumped out of her skin despite the low volume of Persephone’s voice. Charlotte glanced over her shoulder with a fearful expression, her body language rigid, “Seph? What… What are you doing here?” Though she had been welcomed the night prior, she had not expected the girl to simply show up and invite herself in. But after taking in her condition and the bloody handkerchief, she did start to soften.

That is until her eyes locked onto the gun.

Her heartbeat picked up in pace. After a thoughtful hesitation, she stepped into the dining room after Persphone, her gaze sliding immediately to the blonde strewn on a chair that came into view. Her brain quickly flashed her the memory of the smiling young man with the cute little cowlick and butterfly story. “Kazumin…” She recalled aloud. Charlotte folded her arms tightly, her eyes unfocused as she took a step backward. “...What’s going on? …Is he alright?”

“ Hai, Candy. Did you know we’re tomatoes?” Responded Kazu deliriously, seeming to have recognized Charlotte even if somewhat.

Charlotte raised a brow slowly at him, pursing her lips thoughtfully. She was perplexed to say the least. “...I did not?”

Persephone stared at Kazumin in confusion. She had no idea why he was acting so strange, but she was worried. She had been a split second from losing him today and that terrified her. She swallowed and turned her attention to Charlotte. “Charlotte I…” She hadn’t even considered she had just broken into the poor girl’s house. Her vision blurred from watering. “I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have burst in if it wasn’t an emergency-” She broke off with a wheeze. She needed to catch her air from all the running. The adrenaline was wearing off now and she was more exhausted than she had ever been.

Charlotte moved to Persephone’s side with a frown and touched her shoulder. “Maybe you should sit down… I can get you some water.”

“He’s barely conscious and he has a pretty bad nose bleed,” △△△ said as he entered the dining room carrying a tray with towels, a bowl, and a pitcher of water. He placed the tray on the table, poured water into the bowl, and dipped a portion of a towel in it. He gave the blonde man a quick glance. “I don’t see any other obvious injuries that could possibly lead to his current state, so unless he’s sustaining internal injuries, has hemophilia, or is hemophobic, I don’t think blood loss is the root cause. But I’m no doctor so I can’t say for sure.”

Charlotte’s lips parted open and she stared at Fritz at a loss for words. How did he know we’d need those ahead of time?

△△△’s eyes moved to the blonde woman. More specifically, to the bloody handkerchief covering her face. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?” He handed the partially damp towel to her.

Persephone had not expected the man with the towels and water to appear out of nowhere. How he had known to bring those items was beyond her. She clenched her jaw and stared at Fritz, guarded. “I’m fine.” She wiped her nose with her own handkerchief and turned to ask Charlotte who he was when another voice interrupted.

“The better question is. What in Edin's scraggly beard is going on here? Lottie, why are all of these people in our home? I thought we only invited the doctor… And… and why was there a turkey here?” The bewildered Lorenzo had just come upon the scene after having been woken by the sounds of gunfire, broken glass, and yelling from outside. The duke wanted answers.

Charlotte whirled around to look at Lorenzo as he burst into the scene. She wanted answers to the first few questions as well. The last one made her take a deep breath and then pinch the bridge of her nose. The tension and confusion was starting to slowly get to her. After a sigh, she looked at him exasperatedly, “What turkey, Lorenzo? …There is no turkey here.”

“ Ooh! It's the jester! Hello, jester! You have a very lovely circus here.” Waving his hand tiredly while giggling, his body now heavily slumped against the chair he sat in.” But where did the pretty rooster go?”

“Now it’s a rooster.” Charlotte muttered to herself.

“Ahem.” Lorenzo felt as if his other pressing questions had been ignored. So subtly, the man attempted to draw attention back to his concerns

Persephone hurried over to Charlotte before she could answer Lorenzo, causing the black-haired woman to take a step back in surprise. It would not be long before guards wanted to search the house and now her father had come down. If she didn’t act soon, they could be kicked out. “Charlotte. Listen to me please. Calbert invited Kazumin over for lunch and I saw him put a gun to Kazumin’s head. I had to distract him so I could save him and now the guards are trying to find us - I’m sorry - It’s just..” Persephone’s voice was hushed for only Charlotte to hear. Tears streamed down her face. “He’s the only family I have. I just didn’t want to lose him… I can’t lose him. Please help us.”

“Ahem.”

Charlotte stared at her as the girl pleaded with her. The story may have sounded crazy to anyone else, but after the ordeal she experienced with Calbert, it was certainly possible in her eyes. She had recalled that Kazumin had mistakenly upset Crystal at the ball. Knowing the protective father Calbert was, he was bound to have struck at Kazumin. Something must have then gone terribly wrong at the exchange between the two of them. Whatever Persephone had done to rescue him had only escalated the situation and things were at a point of no return. Calbert would accuse Percy of the worst of the worst and get them executed very easily. If Charlotte became involved here, she knew she’d be at the same risk.

After some further thought, her expression relented and softened. She put her hands on both of Persephone’s shoulders briefly and offered a small smile. “Alright… Since the assumption is that they’ll try to look here, we’ll have to find a place to hide you two. Leave it to me.” She whispered to Persephone then turned to face Lorenzo.

“Ahemmm.”

“I’m sorry Lorenzo. I should have told you.” She still wore a smile despite feeling empty. Lying to Lorenzo was the last thing she wanted to do. “I met some friends at the ball and forgot that I invited them over for tea today… It’s been really nice to have company and I may have gotten ahead of myself with the invitations.” She folded her hands behind her back and rubbed her own palm soothingly, “You have the horse race to host soon, right? You may want to have Benjamin take you now so you aren’t tardy…Need to put your best foot forward after everything.” Despite her words of reason, Lorenzo stared into her eyes intently. Perhaps this wasn't the answer he wanted or maybe it just wasn't as convincing as Charlotte thought.

“Absolutely! I mustn't be late again! I mustn't indeed. Well, Lottie, ensure you are a grand host to our guests, especially with Count Fritz in your company. Have Delilah take a look at the young man there. He looks very under the weather. He has the look of a drunk but it's much too early for a man so young to be in such a state. And…” Lorenzo's eyes finally stopped on the cloaked and concealed woman. Skepticism slowly creeped through him. “Actually, before I take my leave, could I get some introductions. Be quick with it, I have important matters to attend to.”

The cowlicked blonde had his attention on his bloody fingers giggling, barely paying attention to the ongoing tense situation. Hell, he could barely focus and his signature cowlick drooped, lacking its usual springiness as if matching its owner’s bodily state. His attention came back into focus though upon hearing the jester request for introductions. “Ooh! Are we doing audience participation for this show?! I am..um..uh.” Struggling to recall his own name; inside his head the gears sputtered to turn.

Persephone faced him and a scowl curled at the tips of her mouth and eyes. It was a gaze only visible to him. Her gaze held a dangerous warning as she moved over to him and patted his head. ”You don’t need to talk. It’s okay.” She took a small container of pudding out of her pocket and handed it to him with a spoon. ”Enjoy.” If that wasn’t a code for shut up, she didn’t know what else she could do.

Then he was handed a spoon and the most delicious pudding he was promised. Just like that he forgot what he was going to say, instead being busy nomming on his treat.

Persephone slowly turned to face Lorenzo with a neutral expression after he busied himself. Being this close to him made her nervous. Lorenzo wasn’t trustworthy enough for her. If she could have erased his memory or made him leave, she would. Unfortunately, more magic wasn’t an option now and their time was running out. ”I’m Mary and that’s Vincent. He’s hungover from the ball.” The lie left her mouth so quick it made her dizzy despite being used to lying. ”Do have a good day at the horse race, Sir. I trust you’ll do a great job.” Perspehone bowed slightly so as not to remove her hood nor disrupt her bloody nose anymore.

Kazu followed suit by giving a wave in a manner similar to a child before going back to his pudding.

Persephone sighed in relief when he remained quiet. If she believed in a God, she’d have thanked them. For now, she faced Lorenzo, not wavering in eye contact or body language until the threat was neutralized. In her mind, she was replaying other spells she could use if she had to, but only as a last resort.

“I like those names. I knew a Vincent once. He was a very bad chess player. Even I could beat him.” He chuckled lightly. “But...who are you two?” Lorenzo was scratching his head as he tried to recall them from one of the noble families, the girl being more difficult to recognize with the cloak over her. They didn't appear to be affluent, so that made recognizing them ever the more difficult. “Do I know your parents, perhaps?” He looked to Count Fritz, searching for the answer from the man wondering if he knew them. Lorenzo found the count to be a sharp one from his limited interactions with him.

But the count was nowhere in sight. Up until a moment ago, he had been tending to “Vincent”: examining the blonde’s body for other potential injuries, washing off blood and stray globs of pudding, and instructing him to pinch his nostrils closed for at least ten minutes. He informed “Vincent” that he was going to get something for him to drink before retreating into the kitchen.

An approach by a complete stranger that was met with resistance as the blonde viewed him as a pudding thief at first. He pulled a way and shifted at first; annoyed at being touched by some unknown person, but gave in eventually just to get the man to leave him to enjoy the last of his pudding in peace.

Just as the count’s absence registered, something shattered. A squawk, an oof, some rapid beating of wings, and multiple shushes followed the noise. When the count reemerged from the kitchen in a slightly disheveled state, he was carrying the fabled pretty-turkey-chicken-birdy. “I found him!” He announced.

The rooster, none too pleased, struggled in the man’s arms with such force that they propelled him forward, dragging him over to the group. They kicked the air in front of Duke Vikena, showing off their spurs. Before they could deal any damage, the count swept the rooster away and tucked them under his arm. He stroked the bird. “Many apologizes, Your Grace. I believe he is just scared.”

“Ngh.” Lorenzo had flinched.

△△△ turned to the two blondes with the same apologetic expression. “I am so sorry. Can we arrange a meeting for another time? I’d still love a proper tour of the capital.” He tried to reach for his pocket, then abandoned the attempt when the fussy bird let out a low and drawn-out caw.

A somewhat glazed and suspicious stare aimed at the unknown individual. Still unsure if the man could be trusted, Kazu’s usual friendly demeanor was replaced with delirious paranoia.

Noticing the duke’s gaze, △△△ smiled. “I was told they knew the city very well,” he said as if that was the only bit of information Duke Vikena missed from an ongoing conversation. He did not elaborate, leaving blanks in the story for others—including the duke—to fill.

Charlotte stared wordlessly at the rooster in disbelief. There was a lot going on in her head at that moment, but none of it left her brain. After it had seemed Count Fritz was finished speaking, she gradually turned her gaze back on Lorenzo and smiled as if this all made sense. “Beautiful creature, isn’t it?”

“It's indeed something of the sort… He stared at the creature for a moment before bouncing back to another matter. The bird could be discounted for now, he didn't have much time to spare. “Uh well, now that everything in here is sorted… Anyone mind letting me know what's going on out there?I thought I heard gunfire and screaming.” He looked from face to face for an answer.

△△△’s eyes widened, “Goodness! Gunshots? Is that what that sound was?” He looked down at the rooster, and they looked up at him. “I heard the screams, but I thought it was just you being a menace.” The rooster pecked him. He flinched and turned the rooster around so that their beak faced the opposite direction. “Do you know where the sounds came from?”

The count hurried past Duke Vikena to the closest window. Taking advantage of the new position, the bird nipped at the duke once they got near enough to do so, but only succeeded in plucking off a feather that had been stuck on his coat.

While the count peeked out the window, the rooster changed their target to the cloaked woman. They tried to kick in “Mary’s” direction as though they had a vendetta to settle with her. They waved their feet around futilely midair until it tired itself out once again. Only astute observers noticed that, during the entire display, the rooster’s beady eyes remained on the duke. Watching. Making sure their performance caught and held his attention.

“It seems like the commotion is coming from next door, Your Grace.” △△△ gestured the duke to come over to see for himself. He and the rooster laid out as many props and distractions as they were able to provide. What the others decided to use was up to them. Would the guests flee or would they continue to play “Mary and Vincent”—Lady Vikena’s new friends and Count ◆◆◆◆◆’s tour guides? Or will they go with option three? “I wonder what happened.”

Persephone swallowed as she watched the bizarre scenario play out in front of her. She had moved away from the rooster and glared at it with confusion and aggression. Her heart hammered so fast she wondered if it would be audible. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, and an inexcusable exhaustion was waiting to consume her. She glanced at Charlotte while keeping her back to Lorenzo with wide eyes. It wouldn’t be longer until the royal guards came here, and if Lorenzo didn’t leave, they would be screwed. Charlotte and Count Fritz were covering for them but she doubted Lorenzo would. Persephone swallowed and cleared her throat while glancing at the clock, while eying Charlotte inconspicuously. To help keep Kazumin occupied, she pulled out yet another cup of pudding and handed it to him.

Kazu could hardly follow anything that was going on though he did find the huge rooster adorable. Any other time he would be trying to chat with and pet the huge bird, but for now was kept satisfied with his pudding. Just when he ran out; another was given to him causing his sleepy face to light up with joy.” Ooh, thankies. Is this because of the bang bangs? Old Calbster was pretty adamant to meet me.” Giving a swishing flick of the spoon as he tried recalling the events, his mind a hazy, jumbled mess.” What was the meeting for again? A party? Oh yeah! Big bangy bang party!” Laughing while doing finger guns twice with his free hand.

Persephone turned to Lorenzo with a stressed smile on her face. ”...He had too much to drink. He had some drugs last night because he was having trouble sleeping. He often has delusions of…an interesting nature. Please, don’t mind him.”

Charlotte had moved to the window, her eyes following the movement of the guards across the street. She wore an expression of growing concern as her thoughts drifted to Violet and Crystal. “...I hope it’s nothing and no one is hurt…” She glanced at Lorenzo once again,” Once the guards leave, I’ll make sure to go check in on the Damien's. I’m not sure what’s happening but I am really worried.” She had found this question much easier to answer as there was no need to lie. At this point, she still did not have a completely clear view of what exactly had happened and who had been there.

“Troubling…” Lorenzo was concerned by how much he still didn't know of the violent commotion that had occurred just outside. However, he was also troubled by what was happening within his own home. Charlotte was possibly the only grounded element in the room. I wouldn't have guessed Count Fritz to be such a peculiar character… His company is quite strange. A large rooster, a hooded girl who's pulling out cups of pudding from gods' know where, and a drugged hungover young man speaking nonsense… The Duke's look of concern morphed into one of uneasiness.

“Um… Uh… Ugh… I'm wondering something. Um… how long do you intend on staying in my home?”

“I don’t want anyone to be sent outside when it’s possibly dangerous with Vincent’s condition currently. ”

Duke Vikena’s palpable unease made △△△ flash a sympathetic smile. Too much was happening so fast. He had no chance to process it all. A short-lived diversion at the expense of the duke’s trust. Every second gave him time to think and the more he thought about it, more questions arose. Questions which stoked his ever-growing anxiety. The group’s unusual behavior did nothing to ease his concerns.

Lady Vikena invited friends she never mentioned until now and was trying to get the duke out the door–where “possible danger” awaited–without going through the proper introductions. Did she not want her dear father to become better acquainted with the new friends she made? Especially with how things ended in the past balls the Vikenas participated?

“Mary’s” fear and paranoia permeated through the room, putting everyone on edge without her even trying. The picture of a fugitive on the run. “No.” Udo said when Peter recommended her as a potential ally, “she’s already proved herself nsogbu, a liability. Why in Nnenne’s name would we want a thief who always leaves evidence behind? First bread, then blood. Next time she’ll leave something with her name on it. She has more use as a distraction. Have the city focus on hunting her down.” Seeing her now, △△△ wondered if she could evade the authorities for long, without help.

The presence of a drugged stranger in one’s house would be enough to make any decent parent worried about their child’s safety. However, it may be more than that for Duke Vikena: perhaps “Vincent’s” drugged state reminded the duke of himself on the days when life was too hard to face sober. A grim reminder of the feelings that followed when the blissful haze lifted and reality hit with a vengeance. High or drunk, the inebriated blonde did not paint the guests in a flattering light.

Then there was Count ◆◆◆◆◆ carrying a large rooster for unfathomable reasons. At this rate, Duke Vikena was more likely to report “Mary and Vincent” to the first guards he encountered. But only after careful reconsideration of associating with Count Junglefowl.

“It’s terrifying when you don’t know what’s going on.” The statement was directed at no one in particular, yet it addressed everyone in the room. He fell silent, waiting to confirm that the others did not consider honesty to be an option. Though it was not always the best policy, it was a good policy given the right circumstance.

“It is.”Charlotte agreed softly. After a thoughtful sigh, she turned to Lorenzo, “I think we should have Benjamin take you east and around. I don’t want you to be at any risk… The guests will only be here a little while longer.”

△△△ closed his eyes at her answer. It was the bird who sighed.

Now that Kazu had finished his second pudding cup and saw how the tension in the air still refused to abate. The tired blonde let out a small sputtering sigh.* This situation isn’t getting any better so might as well be up to me to clear things up.* Were his thoughts before hopping up onto his feet and right into an appropriate respectful bow to Lorenzo.

”Apologies, my lord. It is clear that this entire situation has become one of pure and utter nonsense, what with us two injured and suspicious-looking blondes and a man holding a giant rooster.” Glancing over to the man and rooster previously mentioned while still in mid-bow. ”Ahem, an explanation is in order and best it be given through truth.” Clearing his throat before carrying on as he stood back up. ”Simply put. An invitation for brunch by count Calbert that has gone horribly awry. Of why, I can not say but it is clear the count is not of sound mind and was determined to bring harm to me until the poor miss and my dear friend over there saw to it to save me. As one can tell by our appearances that while successful; an escape that proved difficult though thanks to our wonderfully kind friend, Charlotte here for offering an invitation last night. It is thanks to such that we have found ourselves here in your lovely home. So I assure we mean no harm and merely seek shelter, at least for the moment…” Stopping to take a breath as if he had more to say.

Persephone suppressed the urge to ring his neck and instead, let out a slow, deep breath. She turned to Charlotte as her eyes flashed with aggravation, then slowly turned back to Kazumin. ”You’re talking nonsense to a coat rack. Best go to sleep, pudding boy.” Her body quivered while her vision became blurry and her heartbeat quickened.

The change in the air surrounding the blondes caused the feathers on the rooster to bristle, giving the illusion that the bird doubled in size. Underneath the surface, their muscles coiled, ready to spring. Both the rooster and the count prepared themselves.

At his companions' words, Kazu’s eyes went cross-eyed as the realization hit him. His whole cool speech proved to be nothing more than him speaking gibberish at said coat rack. Ahhh…well shit. Yeah, I think I’m done. Pudding boy’s last thought before his brain finally shut down and he collapsed to the ground having passed out.

Persephone bit her lip in concern, but didn’t comment. She pulled him onto the couch with difficulty, and sighed when his head landed on the sofa. Kazzy … Why are you like this?

“Listen, Charlotte.” The Duke straightened up some as he was feeling more and more uncomfortable with the scenario playing out. He noticed the desire for his daughter to have him leave even more so when the dangers of going outside became one thing for the blondes and another thing for himself. “We don't even know what's happening out there. I think it might be best if I have a word with the authorities. If the danger is gone, Benjamin and I can take everyone to Count Fritz's abode… If not then… then maybe it might be best for them to remain here. I don't have much time to dilly-dally so…” Lorenzo started down the hall to head to the front door.

“Count Fritz’s abode” or “remain here.” Two options. He suggested only those two options. △△△ swallowed down every lie standing by in his head while the rooster deflated in his arm and began preening. He opened his mouth, but closed it when Lady Vikena spoke.

“Maybe Count Fritz and I can speak to the authorities so you don’t have to waste your time?” Charlotte offered. She came over and took his hand as she assured him, “I’ll be okay, Lorenzo. Promise.”

“And be left in the dark, wondering what's going on around here. I just want to know what's going on. Count Damien and I have our differences, yes but dear Crystal also lives there. I will risk tardiness at an event for people I don't really care for if it means I'm made aware of the potential dangers to those I love. So Charlotte, please.” He removed his hand from hers and continued to the door.

There was a loud knock on the door. Charlotte turned to Persephone and said softly. “You’re going to need to hide. I was hoping to get you all up to my bedroom, but that’s not an option anymore.”

Charlotte then moved after Lorenzo and touched his shoulder. Her heart raced as she knew this wasn’t going to go well, but there was no way of hiding it from him now.

Persephone jumped at the sound of the knock and stared like a deer in headlights. She grabbed Kazumin under the armpits and glanced around wildly. Tears blinded her eyes. Using magic like she had in front of Calbert and his guards was a death sentence waiting. Her heart beat so fast and loud it sounded as though it was a drumline.

She pulled Kazumin roughly off the sofa and groaned in pain. A few unruly words escaped her. She cursed under her breath and dragged him hurriedly towards the cupboard. Once there, she stuffed him inside of it unceremoniously. Persephone rushed back into the dining room and slid under the table quickly while simultaneously wrapping her handkerchief back around her nose . Next, she whispered while touching something inside her pocket:

”Volant.” She floated up to the underside of the table and clung to it like a cat, concentrating with all her might, while staring with terror and anxiety towards the kitchen. Her nose continued to bleed, but she didn’t dare move to fix or tend to it, nor move a muscle. She was prepared to use more magic, however the effects of using two spells in under an hour remained to be seen…

“Lorenzo, I’ve been lying. I was hoping to avoid involving you. ” She began softly. “The blonde boy was invited to Calbert’s home and something was misunderstood. You can imagine why. “ She took a shaky breath in between. ” Then the girl felt she had to save him and now Calbert’s sending guards after them. I don’t want them to get caught and possibly executed, especially without knowing the full truth… I know it’s a lot to ask since I’ve just lied to you, but can you please not tell the guards?” Her voice took on a pleading tone that was unusual for her.

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow with parted lips, more confused by the scenario than ever. Why is this my life? Lorenzo sighed, dropping his head. Now he wished he didn't know. He should have just minded his business and left.

“Well… You trust them? The blondes? And these guards are being sent by Calbert, correct?”

Charlotte rubbed her hand anxiously. “Yes they are being sent by Calbert… I don’t know if I should trust those two yet, but I know I don’t trust Calbert.” Another sigh escaped her father before he nodded silently to himself. He had made a decision. All on his own.

“Do not fret Lottie… I will fix this. Trust your father and ensure your new friends remain unseen.” Lorenzo's tone was solemn but he wore a brave face. Walking to the door, he took a breath and opened it. “Greetings! Oh, guards… Well what brings you to my estate, and in such numbers? Have I… Have I committed a crime?” Lorenzo was genuinely quite nervous but it helped him play off his act.

Persephone clung to the underside of the table. Her hands shook violently and a churning in her stomach told her she would be sick. She glanced towards the foyer and to the kitchen, praying repeatedly that the Duke would keep them safe.

There was an entire entourage of guards on his steps. One of them with a well-groomed beard stepped forward. He cleared his throat before declaring, “Good evening Duke Vikena. There were a few criminals on the run spotted in the area. Thus, we would like to search your property to ensure your safety.”

“Criminals? In the area? That is pressing. Well, you are free to search my garden, but please do not disturb my tulips. Please, they've been through enough this season.”

“... May we search the inside as well?” The man gave a little flimsy wave with his hand as some of the men broke off to move about the perimeter of the house.

The sound of footsteps arrived at the doorway of the Vikena house from behind the guards, brushing through them casually, even moving somebody aside with his cane. “Duke Vikena, your entrance into the carriage has been requested. The racing horses shall not wait for thou if thou are unpunctual and horsing around.” It was Benjamin. Lorenzo's face almost lit up at the sight of his peculiar speaking carriage driver.

“Benjamin! Yes yes I know. Just a moment my dear friend.” Lorenzo gave him a nod before turning to address the guard in charge of the others. “Searching inside is unnecessary. Do you think I would not know if criminals have infiltrated my home while I've been in it? I respect men of service, but I cannot allow you to go barging into my home while I have guests and especially not with me having to leave for an event sponsored by our king.” He raised his brow matter-of-factly. “Now, the vast garden would be an excellent hideaway. Or do you think it makes more sense for a fleeing criminal to hide inside the neighboring house where Duke Vikena, an officer of the Kingdom rests? Hm?”

“... Well I suppose that does make sense. Thank you, Duke Vikena.” The guard gave a polite half-bow then turned on his heels to descend the steps. He cringed after meeting Benjamin’s gaze and began to make haste.

“Alright, now it's time to prepare for the race! I will grab my outfit to change into and Kier.” Lorenzo hurried inside at full speed, briskly passing Charlotte without a word, and ran upstairs. A few moments later, Lorenzo appeared, coming down the steps with a partially opened suitcase and Kier clinging to his back “Farewell Charlotte! And absolutely no more guests while I'm out!” He nearly flew through the hall and slammed the front door behind him as he made his exit. “Benjamin! Hurry! I'll change in the carriage!”

“Good luck!” Charlotte then exhaled as if she had not done so in years.

Back in the dining room, claws tapped against the tiled floor. The large bird strode under the table and fixed its gaze on the shaking figure above with an air of amusement.

A different set of footsteps followed soon after, stopping next to the table. Sound of water reached Persephone’s ears. “You may need to work on building a habit of checking your surroundings more often, Miss Mary. It’s… becoming quite concerning.”

△△△ slid under the table on his back, facing “Mary” squarely. “Interesting hiding spot.” He looked around to get a better idea of how she was preventing herself from falling, “I’m impressed you have the strength to hold that position.” He removed the bloodied cloth and used a wet towel to wipe the woman’s face. “I’d advise against performing another trick, though. You already looked like you were seconds from fainting before Mr. Vincent beat you to it. I can’t imagine how exhausted you are right now.” A clean handkerchief replaced the old one. “If you’re planning to pass out soon, it’d be best if you list the things you want or need us to do, now.”

As the man withdrew his hands, something tugged at Persephone’s clothes. The rooster buried its face into her pocket and was attempting to extract whatever was hidden inside.

△△△ gently shooed the rooster away. “Especially if your health condition is of a particular variety.”

“ No passing out.” Charlotte interrupted as she moved into the room. Subsequently she began pulling the curtains shut. “ Percy… My father just covered for us. The guards aren’t coming in.”

She turned to stare toward Count Fritz and the table.

“I want the whole story, Percy. You owe us some honesty here please.”

[SilverPaw]

	Attire: No cloak Time: 12:00 pm - 1:00 pm Location: Office -> The Knight Barracks -> Castle Mention(s): Interaction(s):

Wulfric barely heard Auguste’s steps as he departed, nor did he much notice the soft click of the doors as his brother closed them behind him. His mind was stuck on the conversation he had had with Callum. He ran through what had been said, what had been implied…how it might have gone instead.

Unwittingly, his brother’s words had provoked a reaction. Then he’d gone on and said how ‘nothing could change’, essentially, something he by no means believed at all. Of course, that’s not what Callum had wanted to hear. Is alienating him all you can do?

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, and put a hand to his face. It was a rare emotion of dismay – one directed at himself.

The prince carded both hands through his hair, then stood up to pace. It was as if the more he thought, the more confused he became. He stopped mid-step to glare out the windowed balcony door. It was a clear, clear day, but it granted no clarity whatsoever.

Just what did his brother want, really? Before he’d said those unfortunate words, he had offered cooperation. He had practically said to him that Callum could do more to help in the ways he liked, if that’s what he really wanted so much. If only-

If only what, Wulfric? If only he was more like you? He exhaled a short, sharp breath, and dismissed that line of thought.

This is getting nowhere. He was too agitated, his thoughts and feelings all tangled up in one confounding ball of turmoil.

Sighing, he decided he needed to work off this stress, and headed to the knight barracks.

***

The barracks were a large construction of stone, and though designed for function, the building’s architecture was impressive. Besides dormitories, there were a dining room, break room, locker rooms, shower rooms, storage area, and others. Most importantly, there was a sizeable training courtyard, walled off frum public eye.

Entering its premises, those in vicinity stopped to stand at attention at his approach. Wulfric simply motioned for them to go back to what they’d been doing. Nonetheless, Sir Noel Favre came to greet him. The knight, while not particularly tall at 5’7, was heavyset and strong, had his black hair close cropped, and was sporting a stubble beard. “Good afternoon, Your Highness. Everything alright?” The man’s cadence had the slightest accented drawl to it, apparent in the way he dragged out his last word.

Wulfric gave a sharp, curt nod. Perhaps his tension had been seen through despite his public mask of nonchalance. Perhaps it was an assumption based on the unusual time of his arrival. Because while he visited several times a week, it was generally in the mornings and/or evenings.

“Yes,” he retorted, but there was a slight nagging at the back of his mind. “Well…” he changed his response. “Did…something happen outside, by any chance?” Despite being so introspectively absorbed, he had still noticed something off on his way here. Alongside Edin Avenue and further beyond, apprehension had been dotted here and there among the populace.

“Hrm,” the other man coughed awkwardly. “I don’t know.” Noticing his sharpened gaze, the knight continued swiftly. “A few o’ ours just went out to check. But if you’d like news immediately-” Wulfric held up a hand, and shook his head.

“No, that is fine. Handle it first, report later…I trust that if there is something, our security forces have it under control,” he decided. By his expression, Favre took the expectation of competency as a personal compliment. “I am here for a spar,” Wulfric announced, intending to conclude the conversation.

Favre made a sound of pleasantly surprised acknowledgment. “Oh…‘Course. You’re welcome any time, Prince Wulfric.”

Wulfric, who rather thought it’d be a problem if he weren’t, gave a somewhat unimpressed look. Yet without further ado, he went to get dressed into more appropriate attire. After a warm-up, he was ready for a bout. His first opponent was Favre, who seemed just as eager to face off against him as he had been to chat to him.

They both took their stances. Favre was the first to take initiative, going for a downwards cut from above a shoulder. Though he was shorter, his two-handed longsword gave him the reach advantage against Wulfric’s one-handed sabre. Still, it was a predictable attack. He deflected it by raising his blade, so the heavy hit slid off the curved edge of his angled sabre.

Favre, who had excellent stability, was quick to recover, and by the subtle shifts of his body, Wulfric saw him preparing for a follow-up. With a slight adjustment of his position, he preemptively avoided the threat of a retaliatory strike. Conjunctively, he moved in for a slash against the shorter man’s belly. The knight stepped just out of range. Then, he skillfully brought his longsword under and over Wulfric’s. In one maneuver, the other man was protecting against the prince’s attack, and readying a counter.

It was mostly instinct which guided Wulfric just then; quickly and decisively, he was able to score a thrust against his opponent’s arm. This jostled Favre’s attack just enough out of the way. Sensing opportunity, the prince advanced for a more decisive blow. They were now too close to each other for the knight to try a slash. Instead, he pushed up heftily into a guard. Wulfric’s blade was deterred from its path. Because of the knight’s position, he had to disengage to avoid being smacked by his opponent’s pommel.

The two then circled each other, observing. A few close exchanges followed. In the end, Wulfric won that first match when, at one point, he managed to grab the other man’s arms with his offhand. With the other, he delivered a would-be fatal hit, and thus concluded the match.

“Good one, sir,” the knight complimented. Wulfric inclined his head. By mutual agreement, they went for best out of three.

In the second round, Wulfric worked in more quick slashes, his footwork quite impressive. Yet, Favre was good at playing on the defensive. They traded several glancing hits, with the prince in the lead. However, the knight turned things around when he attempted a high-risk high-reward maneuver, and was successfully countered.

“Nice work,” Wulfric said this time.

The third round was their longest, as they were both at their most focused. Though still aggressively oriented, he wasn’t so forceful as to present an easily exploitable opening. After one of the many times they crossed swords, Wulfric was quicker to press his advantage, and won.

“Excellent form, Your Highness,” Favre offered after a short breather.

“Good matches,” the prince acknowledged. “Let’s switch it up,” he remarked. Wulfric found himself some other sparring partners. Though mock combat was his favourite way to practice, he did go through some drills as well, and also did exercises to improve general physical conditioning.

It was no time at all before a bell from the nearby church resounded, announcing that it was one. Already? Wulfric removed his helmet, and shook off his sweat dampened hair. It was a shame, but…It would have to be enough, as short as he felt the training had been. Though, due to its intensity, he did feel pleasantly exercised. He took the next few minutes to cool down and stretch.

Seeing as he was readying to depart, most people left him to it.

Most.

“Prince Wulfric!” Antea ‘Andy’ Lanza greeted cheerfully as she arrived to the practice area. She was an unfortunate rarity in Caesonia; a woman knight. She was tall for a woman at 5’8 and was athletically slim, her tanned, wired frame possessing the kind of hidden strength which surprised many. Her sandy hair was tied back in a very short ponytail, and had an undercut. Her face was thin and sharp, nicked with small scars here and there.

Turning to look at her with a raised eyebrow, he saw that she’d come with someone else. Her arm was slung over the shoulders of a discomfited youth, whose shock of dark brown hair had been ruffled into disorder. “Leavin’, sir? Yer Highness’ll miss sum newbie bustin’ then.” Though technically a noble, her speech was entirely common. The newcomer in question scowled at her words, and struggled to free himself from her grip.

Antea let him go. As the adolescent straightened up, Wulfric saw he already matched him in height, even though the young man was at an age where he was likely to grow some more. “Your Highness,” he took care with how he spoke. An embarrassed flush had spread across his cheeks, further warming his bronze complexion. Despite oozing mortification and surliness, he managed a respectful greeting. Gaze averted, he bowed, and the motion was proper if stiff. “Izan Verdugo, sir.” The prince gave a clearly dismissive wave, and the newcomer gladly took the chance to slink away.

“Don’t scare him too much,” Wulfric drawled dryly at Lanza, having noticed a glint of vicious mischief in her gaze.

Sensing his good mood, the woman grinned slyly, and jokingly returned, “Only what ‘e needs, sir.” Wulfric huffed sharply. But as he turned to leave, a secretive smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

***

After his practice, and before returning to the castle, he had a shower to take.

He stood under the spray of the cold water longer than usual. It was physically reinvigorating, and somewhat meditative. Even as his fatigue receded, so too did the enjoyment. Part of it was that he was concluding a fun activity, and thoughts of the work and obligations he had to attend to returned to his active awareness.

A part of it – perhaps the larger one – was that he recalled his reason for having come here.

He still didn’t know what the fuck to do about Callum.

Wulfric took a long, long breath, and exhaled slowly.

At least he’d regained enough of an equilibrium to function normally.

[princess]

Good afternoon Sorian!
It's now 1pm.

Time: Afternoon - 1pm
Weather: Mostly Sunny - Pleasantly warm
Location: Sorian

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1pm Event

The Horse Race

The buzzing excitement was tangible at the Great Summer Horse Race!

The first of a series of horse races was about to begin. The sound of hooves pounding the ground against the door and occasional neighs filled the air. The wooden bleachers on the side were packed with people, all dressed in their finest attire and eager to watch the competition. Many all had grand hats, some were wild while others were simply magnificent. Every horse race in Caesonia traditionally had a hat contest that sometimes became more competitive than the horse race.

As the horses lined up at the starting line, the crowd grew quiet in anticipation, but it would be a few minutes before the race would begin. Hushed whispers came from the sideline.

Towards the front of the area were a few snack stands and bicycles that had been parked. Beside that, it was a pretty simple set-up. A table with a very lovely white cloth was situated in front of the track. There was a megapone on top awaiting a certain someone...

The first horse race of the year would be hosted by special guest Duke Lorenzo Vikena. If anyone had not been at the ball, they had certainly found out about the fiasco through the paper or even through the constant gossip. For this reason, there was a bigger turnout than ever at the horse race. Duke Lorenzo, for better or worst, was the hottest topic in Sorian and everyone was eager to see what he did next.

[princess]

Charlotte, △△△, Devan, & Persephone
Part 1

_{Mentions:@HeartfilliaCrystal@samreaperKazumin}

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Finally, Charlotte returned and announced the guards were gone. Persephone immediately uttered the countercourse and fell to the floor with a loud thud. She groaned in pain and sat up, then crawled out from under the table. She pressed the wet rag to her face and nodded towards Charlotte. ”Thank you, I owe you all. It is greatly appreciated. As for the truth - where would you like me to begin?” It felt as if weights were holding down her legs as she crawled out of sight of the windows despite the curtains being closed.

“Please begin from last night.” Charlotte replied curtly.

Persephone nodded and took several deep breaths. The cold cloth against her face kept her awake, and she resisted the urge to yawn. Blinking, she rubbed her eyes, and then began speaking. ”I attended the ball in order to steal food. I had a bag with me I used to hide everything in. I’ve… I have been on my own, and well, living is rough in the slums especially with my family’s… history. After the ball ended, I went to go check my loot when I heard Calbert talking to you. I eavesdropped on the conversation while eating, because I was shocked to hear it. He left suddenly so I tried to hide in the trees but he saw me and followed. There, he threatened me if I exposed what he’d said to you and threatened to have me punished for stealing from the feast. …. So then…”

Charlotte glanced at Count Fritz, her initial reaction a mix of emotions. However, Persephone’s next words quickly drew her attention back to her.

Persephone’s voice quivered when the memories of Violet’s dead body filled her mind’s eye. Tears blinded her vision, but she rubbed her eyes and continued. ”...After that mess, I had changed and was walking around the streets, eating, because I was so hungry, when I saw… I saw… V-V-Violet D-D-Damien’s dead.. Dead body… With an ax to the face.. I don’t.. I don’t know how.” Persephone choked up and shook her head, but continued speaking. ”And I dropped bread from my bag I noticed earlier this morning, the same from the banquet and what Calbert had seen, so now he thinks I killed her. I didn’t do it though! I’m not strong enough to wield an ax!”

Charlotte’s hand immediately went to her mouth in shock. Her eyes widened as she struggled to process the information. She slowly made her way over to a chair and sat down, feeling overwhelmed by the gravity of what she was hearing.

Persephone hiccuped and wiped her eyes on her clothes. There was a pause while she collected herself, then continued, but her voice shook. ”And at the ball… Kazumin upset Crystal, I don’t know how the girl’s so clueless and fragile. So Calbert wanted Kazumin over for “brunch” and well, by the time I arrived he was threatening Kazumin, had a gun to his head and wanted to take him hostage, it looked like, so I intervened. I used the invisibility spell to hide us running away and came here because I couldn’t hold the magic for too long. I’m so sorry Charlotte.” Persephone broke down crying now due to the stress, terror, and anxiety overwhelming her. ”Kazu is my childhood friend and the only person I have left in this shitty world because my family’s dead. I didn’t want to lose him. I just found him yesterday.”

”...” Charlotte’s gaze was lowered as she listened, her grief palpable to the others in the room despite the silence. The idea of Violet being gone made her sick, let alone knowing she could have been killed in such a vile way. That was unbearable. Her eyes watered as images of Violet flashed before her. She wanted to believe Persephone was lying, but it certainly hadn’t sounded like so. Though she had listened and absorbed all that Percy had said, she had only initially managed a few words half-heartedly after a pause. “Don’t speak poorly of Lady Crystal… She is precious to me.”

Persephone glanced at her without a word. She would have uttered a sarcastic response normally, but she didn’t dare test the waters. ”....Sorry.” Her words fell flat, however the effort had been made. She gritted her teeth and pulled her knees up to her chest.

She tapped her nails on the table as if trying to soothe herself. Tears spilled over from her eyes and soundlessly slid down her cheeks as she glanced up at Persephone again. “I don’t know who would want to hurt Lady Violet. She’s an innocent woman who keeps to herself. I-...” Charlotte sighed deeply and shut her eyes tightly for a moment in an attempt to compose herself and collect her thoughts.

”I have no reason to want to kill them off. I was happy living the farmer peasant life… before…” She trailed off and shook her head without finishing her sentence. ”I don’t want anything to do with this bullshit. I regret going to the ball or being there.” Or being alive, really.

△△△ listened to story with a stoic expression. For the most part, it matched Peter’s account of events. Assuming Duke Damien’s true character was not as genial as he pretended to be, the rest of her story sounded credible as well. If there was anything that surprised him, it was how openly Persephone admitted to using magic. His eyes drifted to Lady Vikena’s direction, wondering if she caught that detail buried in the tragic news.

Charlotte raised her head and met Count Fritz’s gaze. She gave him a subtle nod. He’s giving me a ‘I told you so’ look… I suppose magic’s the word of the day. She thought to herself and shifted uncomfortably.

“Do you think Count Damien was aware of his daughter’s murder when he had us trapped in the tavern?” he asked.

There was a long, awkward silence before she stood up. She moved to retrieve a tissue and approached Persephone. Charlotte then began to dab at the blonde girl’s eyes delicately. “You poor soul.” She commented finally quietly. “This situation is worse than I thought… But I assure you, I will do everything in my power to make sure it works out okay..” She gently brushed her hair behind her ears. “You’re going to have to remain here and try to lay low, Percy… Alright? And I think maybe we need to change up your appearance.”

“If worse comes to worse, I offer my abode as refuge as well.” △△△ added, ignoring Udo’s frustrated groans and Peter’s fist pump.

Persephone stiffened when Charlotte stood up then approached her. Her gaze was watchful, like a prey animal cornered. She watched with astonishment as Charlotte… dabbed at her eyes? Seph didn’t move, unsure of how to respond. She locked eyes with Charlotte as she spoke and sniffled.

”Th-...Thank you….” She whispered, and began sobering up. Her tears flowed, but not as heavily as before, and the rest that flowed were blinked back. Persephone took several deep breaths again and gently set a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. ”.There are some spells… I can use it to alter my appearance… but I don’t have the stamina for them at the moment. I don’t.. I don’t want to use too much more right now too…”

She trailed off, then continued. ”In exchange for your empathy and help, I will make it up to you; I can cook, clean, and sew. I’ll make whatever you want when you want. How’s that?” I am really sorry for dragging you all into this. I didn’t … I didn’t mean to…”

Next, Count Fritz spoke cand caught her attention. Persephone looked at him with surprise, then nodded gratefully. ”Thank.. Thank you. I appreciate it.”

”Spells…” Charlotte repeated as if tasting the word. She was uncertain on how she felt about that remark. “Well… I am not looking for anything in return so, um, don’t worry.

The count and the rooster exchanged a short glance. Lady Vikena clearly heard the taboo words, but avoided addressing the matter. He doubted she started to believe the existence of magic just because Persephone said she used it. He hoped, however, that it helped the seed take root in her mind.

Then again… Lady Vikena could potentially witness the aftermath of magic firsthand. △△△ studied Persephone carefully.The nosebleed and fatigue were clear signs she used magic. Her heavy movements suggested the backlash from levitation. What about the consequences for invisibility?

Meanwhile...

Things had a way of going wrong... quickly around here, Devan was learning that.

He had allocated most of his focus towards unpacking, trying to get into the groove of being here. From the pancakes at the park back to the estate, he'd been stuck churning over the situation he was in. Charlotte was stressed, people seemed to be at one another's throats and everything was otherwise too exciting for his tastes.

Unfortunately for him, it continued to be exciting.

He was jarred from his task by the sound of glass shattering, of the blasting of guns. The suddenness of everything made him terribly reluctant to even humor it but the idea that someone he cared about could be in danger was enough that he pushed himself to his feet. "This is a nightmare." He notes to himself quietly, "I could have kept delivering mail."

Of course, he couldn't have, because his parents would have found some way to cut into that and ruin it but-- it was a nice thought. All the same, he needed to tackle the current issue before he started reminiscing on the fact that he didn't have a job anymore and that this chaos was his chaos now. He made his way towards the noise, ignoring every valid instinct in him that told him that approaching chaos was asking to be a part of the chaos.

Approach he did though and eventually he was standing at the edge of all of it.

He drew in a breath, exhaled it through his nose and said. "...is everything okay in here? Or do I want to know?"

[Apex Sunburn]

Time: Around 1 pm

Polished brightwork gleamed beneath the glare of the early afternoon sun. Neatly bundled ropes creaked as they swayed with their heavy tackles in the gentle breeze. Furled and tightly lashed, the Sada Kurau’s distinctive crimson sails looked like giant caterpillars clinging to their yardarms. Her crew had performed their tasks handsomely and far beyond what Sjan-dehk had expected. With just little over an hour to prepare for a royal visit, he would’ve been satisfied had they simply swabbed the decks and patched up the more obvious damages.

He would have to give the men a well-deserved reward later.

“Kan sedarjah, tapat! Tapat sedarjah!” The terse parade commands felt strange on his tongue even as he shouted them. There just wasn’t that much use for them aboard his ship. His Sada Kurau spent almost all her time at sea and on patrol. Matters of decorum were well at the bottom of Sjan-dehk’s list of priorities and besides, the annual naval reviews and occasional parades rarely involved small ships like his. That suited him just fine; Sjan-dehk wanted sailors of substance, not just those who looked nice in overly-clean uniforms and knew only how to march in cadence.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel frustration welling in his chest as he watched the half-dozen men before him fumble with their rifles. Looking at how they clumsily brought their weapons off their shoulders and held it vertically before their faces, one would be hard-pressed to believe that these same men were capable of putting a bullet squarely between the eyes of a man from over two hundred paces away.

“These are the best we have, are they?” Sjan-dehk asked in a dry murmur, his voice only just audible over the clacking of arms and barely-restrained swearing of the chosen sharpshooters.

Standing beside him, Mursi nodded sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes, captain.” Even in just two words, the apologetic tone of his voice was evident. “They’re the only ones who remember their drills. It’s been a long time since we’ve had to go on parade, captain.” He visibly cringed as one of his men failed to grasp their rifle properly and dropped it. “I’ll be sure to schedule more drill–”

“Don’t bother,” Sjan-dehk interrupted with a shake of his head. “I doubt we’ll be doing more of this. We can just have them stand at attention next time. No need for this pointless fucking about.”

“This ‘fucking about’ – as you put it, young marcher prince – is what will give our guests their very first impressions about our illustrious navy.” From Sjan-dehk’s other side came the sharp words of the last voice he wanted to hear. “A navy which – if I may remind you, young marcher prince – you swore to uphold the honour and dignity of.”

“Yes, yes, most knowledgeable one. I remember my oath.” Sjan-dehk didn’t even bother hiding the disdain and impatience in his voice when he responded to the royal tutor. The old man’s presence on the launch that had ferried Avek and Mursi back from the Sudah had been a surprise, and it had taken no time at all for Sjan-dehk to realise that it was, unfortunately, of the unpleasant sort. Against his very vocal and very colourful protests, the royal tutor had insisted that his Sada Kurau offer the king a proper welcome worthy of his stature. An obvious decision to some, perhaps, but all Sjan-dehk cared about was that they had only just finished a long and arduous journey. An unnecessary parade was the last thing his crew needed.

He placed his hands on his hips and chewed on his lip as he surveyed the men. Their uniforms were clean enough for a simple inspection, but certainly not for a parade. They’d need more steaming and pressing for that. It was the best they could manage, and so it would have to do. “Paansilan!” Sjan-dehk shouted, and after a brief pause, the men shuffled back to their previous stance – feet together, rifles slung behind their right shoulder, and a hand on the strap. Sjan-dehk waited for a moment, then shouted the command for an armed salute once more.

As expected, the sharpshooters were far from fluid and crisp in their motions. A little smoother and with less fumbling than before, Sjan-dehk had to admit, but far from what was acceptable. It would have been amusing to watch were the situation not so dire. The king and his entourage were surely already on their way. Time was running out. “See?” Sjan-dehk gestured to the men and turned to look at the royal tutor. “If they’re not getting it now, they’re not getting it by the time the king gets here. We can have them just stand at attention and look…Soldier-like. It was good enough for other kings, why not this one?”

“Self-proclaimed kings,” the royal tutor pointed out. “None of them recognised as such by anyone other than themselves, and from what I’ve been told, all of them you later killed in battle.” Sjan-dehk looked back at the sharpshooters and said nothing. Unperturbed, the tutor continued. “This is an actual king, seen by his people as their liege, and whose lands we are currently guests of. Surely even you can see that there is a marked difference, young marcher prince. We must show the proper decorum.”

Sjan-dehk snorted. “Only thing we’re showing at this rate is our bare arses in the wind.”

“Might make for a better salute,” Mursi quipped. “At least they’ll leave laughing instead of thinking that we’re the worst sailors to have ever graced their harbour.”

That brought a smirk to Sjan-dehk’s lips. “They know almost nothing about us. We could probably feed them some horseshit about how that’s our ways and they’d buy it wholesale.”

“Yes, and they’d think of Viserjanta as a land of uncivilised barbarians.” It was clear by the royal tutor’s tone that he didn’t see the humour in the captain’s suggestion, unlike Mursi, who could barely contain his laughter. He tilted his chin towards the assembled sharpshooters. “We still have time, young marcher prince. I’m sure a man of your calibre can instil them with the discipline to perfect their movements.”

“Oh, you flatter me, most knowledgeable one,” Sjan-dehk replied flatly. He wasn’t even completely sure that he could remember the proper procedure to greet the king. At least, he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t forget it all in the heat of the moment.

Well, that could be a problem for later. As just one person, he could probably just make something up on the spot and the king would be none the wiser. These sharpshooters, however, needed to at least move in full unison lest they look like a bunch of uncoordinated fools. “Paansilan,” he said with a sigh. It was unlikely the men would be able to get the salute down perfectly by the time the king arrived, but drilling them was the only way to shut the royal tutor up. He could always give them a change of instruction at the very last minute. The old man wouldn’t be able to stop him.

[Blizz]

Location: The race

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So far, the retired General had taken things slow during her vacation to Caesonia. An investigation with an attractive lady, and a brief meeting with a princess. She enjoyed these things, but Lyra came on horse. She was mounted as she paced briskly with her steed to the race that was being held. Her faithful companion on this journey, she was known as Lady Avarice and sported a saddle unlike many. Cream-tinted leather sewn with red trim and silver metals decorated the noble creature. Her hair and skin were both well-kept. Lyra was relaxed, and her hands folded rather than on her reigns. Lady Avarice and the General had a very close bond between each other, such that she only had to give her companion directions and she knew just where to go. Lyra had heard of the hat contests, and so she elected to buy one that fit her attire. She was dressed in her uniform as usual, a formal outfit of red and white, decorated with a coat of arms depicting roses and a lion.

She had already been registered before today. Major General Lyra Carris, riding Lady Avarice. The two made their way up to the starting line and waited. "Are you ready, girl?" She whispered into the horse' ear, who nudged her in confirmation. Winning this race wasn't important to either of them, but Lyra and her noble steed were inseparable. If anyone could win, it was them.

[FunnyGuy]

Derby-King Outfit

Time:1 p.m.
Location: Race Track
Interaction:
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1 p.m.

The Duke of Veirmont enters

As he did, he exemplified a confidence that was rarely seen in him. His outfit clean, chin held high, and his furry ferret companion resting calmly across his shoulders. As he approached the table with the megaphone resting upon it, he intentionally kept himself from turning toward those in the stands to retain the utmost grace.

One might think Lorenzo would be a horrendous choice to host the race but King Edin had heard rumors of how the oaf of a Duke kept the Veirmont citizens so satisfied. Sure, the climate was wonderful there and Lorenzo's management skills weren't all that great but the man was quite the entertainer for the common man. Even during last night's debacle where most men and women who could afford to be even several steps in King Edin's vicinity were absolutely disgusted by Lorenzo's entrance, the commoners giggled and clapped. He was the jester that worked for only the commoner but also a distraction. King Edin cared little about the morale and welfare of his people but he wasn't a fool. He didn't want his people to simply be happy. He wanted them to be happily distracted. As for his royal rivals, they'd be distracted as well, even if it was angrily so. It was just the edge he needed this season… but if Lorenzo was a blade, he'd be doubly.

Lorenzo snatched the megaphone from the table, a grin gracing his face. As he rested a free hand on the table. Kier, Lorenzo's ferret, traveled down his arm, walked onto the table, and began to sniff the cloth covering it.

“Good, my friend. Good.” He whispered before stepping from the table and toward those in attendance.

“GREETINGS!!!!!!!” His voice boomed with the help of the megaphone. “I MIGHT HAVE ANNOUNCED 'GOOD CITIZENS OF SORIAN BUT WE HAVE LAVISH GUESTS FROM ACROSS EROMORAAAA! HAIL CAESONIANS!!!! HAIL VARIANS!!!! HAIL ALIDASHT!!!! GOOD PEOPLE OF EROMORA ARE YOU PREPARED TO WITNESS THE GREATEST HORSE RACE YOU'VE EVER EXPERIENCED IN YOUR LIVES?!?! BETTING TABLES ARE TO MY RIGHT! CONCESSIONS TO MY LEFT! AND FOR THE FASTEST HORSE ON THE TRACK, THERE WILL BE VICTORY!!!!” Lorenzo raised both arms in excitement before appearing slightly flushed in the face. “Pardon my manners! THE HORSE WILL BE HOSTED BY YOURS TRULY AS WELL AS…. THE BEST RACE HAT COMPETITION! THE RACES WILL BE BEGINNING SHORTLY! I AM DUKE LORENZOOOO VIKENAAAAA! And I brought the ferret!” He added the last bit with a confident nod.

Lorenzo then awaited for his next cue to introducing the talented competitors.

[ReusableSword]

Location: Hunting Area - Quick its after the picnic baskets > To the warehouse then the blacksmith
Interactions:Shehzadi Mayet @13org, Shahzade Munir @Infinite Cosmos, Hannah @princess, Princess Sadie @Potter
Mentions in order:

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Roman felt more than heard Mayet’s attack as she rested her soft athletic legs over his shoulders for a moment before leaping off away from the bear. Their accumulated strikes seemed to down the bear but it still had some life left in it. Bloody and breathing heavily Roman began to think of how to strike the bear further when a dagger flew past him and into the beast silencing the last of its struggles.

Munir looked ready to strike again if needed, that man’s aim was very good being able to land several shots in quick secession without hitting any of his allies. Mayet’s quick and well placed strikes combined with Nala’s ferocity and power were a good team. He was glad that in a pinch the trio could work well together without having to worry about glory hogs. Roman whispered a prayer in his old language about strength and being at peace before he noticed the owner of the dagger quickly came into view.

Resting his axe on his shoulder he smiled at Sadie and the others she brought with her, “It’s good to see you too Princess Sadie, it does look like your aim has improved. Of course I’m alright I would never do something so dangerous without proper precautions. I just hope the huntress that was injured is being taken care of.” Roman took a step back towards Mayet and away from the bear checking a small silver pocket watch in his pocket with a grimace.

“To answer your earlier comment, you are correct I did like it, it reminded me of home.” He paused for a moment smiling, “I have 16 brothers and sisters, four have passed away but I am the oldest and tallest. Which means my younger siblings like to climb all over me.” He said with a laugh.

With a sigh he looked to the others and smiled once again. “Mayet Munir, it was a pleasure hunting with you this glorious morning. I do hope we can do this again soon. But it would seem it is nearly 1pm and I have black smith lessons I have to give soon and must take my leave. Sadie I hope I see you there and I hope you all have a wonderful day.”

Roman took a moment to pick up his spear and give the others a moment to say anything to him they wanted to before leaving. He did so quickly, moving at a quick pace towards his warehouse to grab a few things before heading to the blacksmith. He knew a few of the other smiths he brought with him should be there to set up and begin the lessons if he was a little late.

[SausagePat]

Time:1pm
Location:: The Horse Race
Mentions:: @FunnyGuy Lorenzo

As Ruby waltzed into the area of the horse race, she scanned the area with utmost curiosity. She was still in her lavish dress, but now had on a huge hat she had custom made herself days prior of hearing about the horse race with materials she had collected over time or found in people's garbage. Ruby had come to win.

She had never been to such an event before. Ruby usually had stayed in, but had felt inclined to attend due to the hat contest. Unsure what to expect, she decided to first buy a hotdog from a stand. Soon, she found herself looking upon the horses as she gnawed on her new snack. That was when suddenly a loud voice caught her attention and she jumped, stubbing her toe on a rock and letting out a yelp that startled those around her.

What in the Gods of Eromora?

Her eyes shot up to the speaker, who, fervently yelling on about the upcoming race, which reminded her peculiarly of the tang of a tasty waffle. The man from the waffle stand line! She thought. She started to chew faster as he shouted. Ruby made haste as she climbed up the stands. Once she had a good seat, she awaited for the race to begin with anticipation

[13org]

Time: 12pm
Location: Hunting Area
Interactions: Hanna @Potter, Roman @ReusableSword, Munir @Infinite Cosmos, Princess Sadie @princess
Mentions:

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Despite the heavy attacks suffered by the bear, it still struggled for it's life. A final stand from the huge bear as it's life neared it's end. As much as she wanted to take a look at Roman's expression after her 'little' provocation, he kept her eyes focused on the bear...

That was, until an exquisite, ornate lavender dagger flew through the air, sinking deep into the bear's chest, finally silencing it's furious cries.

The owner of the dagger came soon after, running towards them with an entourage of bodyguards running after her. The fine clothes, jewelry and the amount of bodyguards quickly identified the blonde woman as Royalty. Seeing how she seemed to be quite close with Roman, it was very likely she was from the Varian Kingdom. Mayet's thoughts were quickly confirmed as Roman called her 'Princess Sadie' as he replied to her.

The moment the Varian Princess turned towards Nala though, her eyes lit up as she expressed her amazement, making Mayet let out a satisfied, proud smile.

"We are fine, thank you for your help. Oh, and there is no need for apologies. If anything, we feel happy by the attention." Mayet said with a mischievous smile as she called Nala to her side with a hand gesture, gently caressing Nala's back as she approached her.

"Even in Alidasht, a majestic creature such as Nala isn't exactly a common sight. Especially one of her size." Mayet said with a proud expression as she approached the bear, getting the dagger form it's chest, before cleaning the blood on the bear's fur and handing it to Princess Sadie.

"An exquisitely made blade. Quite a wonderful dagger, indeed. Beautiful, sharp and deadly." Mayet said, offering Sadie a smile as she handed the dagger back to her, holding it by the tip of it's blade, with the handle pointed towards her.

It was only then that Mayet finally turned towards Roman. She was expecting to see him blushing heavily and not knowing how to react after feeling her thighs around his neck but, much for her surprise, Roman didn't seem to be affected by it at all and instead, he merely commented on how it 'reminded him of home' and how his siblings climbed all over him.

The disappointment on Mayet's expression was visible as she looked at Roman, incredulous. Until she finally realized... The way how Roman didn't seem to react to her provocations, how he seemed to be rather worried that her brother Munir might think bad of him or that he might be offended... It all made sense if she thought about it. The only reason why someone would ignore the provocations of someone as perfect as Mayet herself was if they weren't interested on females in the first place.

As Roman bid his farewells to them, Mayet's disappointment immediately disappeared, instead giving place to a smug smirk, the type of expression someone made when they had caught up on a 'secret'.

"It was quite an amusing hunt indeed, Lord Roman. I am sure we have all learned more about each other today. It is a shame to see you leave so soon though, but I am sure me and my dear sibling will have many other opportunities to meet with you." Mayet said, waving towards Roman before she approached Munir, who had just finished offering the bear a small prayer, as it was the Alidashtian custom.

"It seems you might have better chances with Roman than I would, my dear brother Munir... He seemed to be quite... invested in making you think positively of him..." Mayet said in a low tone, teasing Munir with a mischievous smirk.

"I wonder how would his reaction be if you wrapped your legs around his neck instead of me..." Mayet said, laughing as she continued to tease Munir.

[princess]

Time: 1pm
Location:Throne Room
Mentions: @Apex Sunburn Wasun Sjan-Dehk @FunnyGuy Lorenzo @Samreaper Kazumin @Potter Persephone @Terrance420 Alden

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”...Gunshots by the Damien Estate? Calbert must be livid.” King Edin had mused thoughtfully in reply to the guard in front of him. He had been informed of most of the daily events at this point. Upon the conclusion of the Prince's Court, he had dismissed Alden and held a brief conference with a key individual before returning to his throne room, where he was greeted by a contingent of Edin Enforcers with pressing news. King Edin had insisted on a detailed recount of the day's events.

Duke Lorenzo Vikena, still suffering from the moron-flu, had made a less-than-wise decision to start a scuffle in the park, all over pancakes. To add insult to injury, not a single one of my offspring had participated in the archery competition, resulting in a mortifying defeat at the hands of some Rick from the Varian Kingdom. In a separate but equally absurd incident, a duo comprising of an individual known as "The Kazoo Man" and a fugitive homeless woman, had launched an attack on Calbert's estate using an arsenal of bows and firearms…

King Edin grimaced in his seat as he thought over the guard’s recount. If the Gods had bestowed him with such blessings, why was this all going so terribly? After everything, the last thing the Alidasht needed to hear was that there were homeless people with guns attacking nobles. His gaze half-heartedly had fallen on the clock as it struck one. As a chime filled the throne room, it clicked.

It’s one pm. I told that Sundick fellow we’d come to survey the ship and prisoners. I hope he doesn’t expect me to go anywhere near gunshots. Good thing I had a moment to speak to that man before the guards came in. I had already assigned an entourage to escort him as well as someone to handle the ship purchase.

[Alivefalling]

Marciano Giordano

Time: 1pm
Location: The Ship Docks
Interaction: @Apex Sunburn Wasun Sjan-Dehk

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A dark-skinned man with black hair and a mustache appeared at the docks, Edin’s guards following behind. He was well-dressed in a suit. King Edin had also sent another staff member to handle the purchasing of the ship. What his function was mattered not to Marciano. He was here for the prisoners and that was all that concerned him.

As he walked, the creaking of the wooden dock echoed beneath his leather shoes. The sight of men practicing drills caught his attention, and he wondered if they would be disappointed to not see King Edin. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a confident and clear voice. "Greetings, King Edin has sent us on his behalf." The professional mannerisms of his tone and body language made it seem as though he was one of King Edin's right-hand men, which Sjan-Dehk and his crew might assume.

“Hello all. I welcome to Caesonia. My name is Oswald Williams. I am here to inspect the ship on behalf of the King.” A blonde-haired man in a high-ranking uniform stepped forward to also greet the crew.