Aviaire

Cardinal Rift

𝕋he 𝕆bservatory

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A pointed finger traced the outline of a star chart. A constellation of a woman embracing a great dog. Stemia, it was called. A woman with a gentle and kind heart that could tame even the most wild of beasts. A name that once was popular on Croan that had slowly become more and more uncommon, until there were barely a hundred with it.

The name of Verity’s mother.

She pulled her finger away from the wall with a huff. It hadn’t been easy, getting the old man away from her. Vector was hopeless, so it wasn’t a surprise when he decided to just follow her around all day. But she’d managed to drop him off in the grand hall, with the promise of conversation with Kothlin. If only Verity could get him to go home as well. It would be so much easier.

That was why she was there, after all. To try and salvage the wreck that was her father going into that meeting representing a house he hadn’t governed for more than a week. It was then that she decided to acknowledge the man next to her. Her brother, the hot-headed one: Veer. He was also staring at the star chart, but his expression was vacant and bored. Well, he had never had much patience.

“So, father is here,” she said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah.”

“If I can’t get into that meeting as the representative of House Seler, our best interests become meaningless,” Verity added. Her gaze drifted to another constellation. Veritus, her own namesake. The image of a sea monster swimming across the sky. Free to do as it wanted. The life her father had taken from her.

“Yeah.”

“That man doesn’t care for House Seler. Not one bit.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s merge with House Lapseus. I hear Melodia and Rhythmia are both single and beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Veer replied blankly. Verity slapped him.

“Listen to me, Second!” she snapped. Veer hit her back.

“I am listening! I’m just… thinking about stuff, alright. No need to pull rank on something so trivial.”

“What could be more important than this? No, we must deal with the matter at hand. Anything else comes, well, second.”

“That wasn’t funny. Just go dissociate to your little mind beach and figure it out yourself,” Veer said, glaring at his sister. Her gaze didn’t move from the wall.

“There’s more to it than that, Veer. You know, when we were kids, it’s where we used to-”

“Oh, stop it. I’ve heard this twenty times before, and I really don’t care.”

“Is that so?” Verity didn’t bother paying attention to the answer. She knew it already. So not to stoke Veer’s temper, she didn’t persist. “Then I’ll talk to father myself. We’ll see if it gets anywhere…” No response. They stood there for a few more minutes before Veer left with a huff. He never did have much patience.

“I wonder where we went wrong,” Verity murmured, tracing the constellations once more.

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The sun sets on Harrow's Tower.
The evening has begun.

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hi i'm interested

1. Don't have a preference, seems like most others want an older cast though.

2. I prefer one experience, but if there are going to be multiple, then just having a few would be fine - your suggestion of 3 is a good number.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

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Katherine Leblanc & Cameron Schumaker

October 21st
Death City, Nevada
Joint Leblanc-Schumaker Apartment
_{collab with @stone}

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Cameron had slept terribly. Absolutely no rest at all. At 1 AM, Kath had woken him up to complain about the chill in her room. At 2, she’d started baking. It was only at around 3 in the morning, when she had passed out on the sofa, had he been able to properly rest. It didn’t help that the school year was just starting to hit its swing. While Cameron wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t naturally inclined towards learning as Kath was. Each night was a grind of working through the concepts from the day, then revising his notes and organizing them into flashcards, then memorizing them, going to bed, and waking up the next day to start it all again. He barely even had time to catch up on his favorite novels at this point.

Still, it was a small price to pay for the top-class education at the DWMA. Cameron supposed that he could get through his books next weekend, provided that Katherine didn’t take him out to town.

He got up and opened the shutters. Oh, what a beautiful day it was! Cameron felt the fatigue of the night prior flush through his body and exit through his feet, diffusing through the sunbeams illuminating the room. He could never quite get used to how warm it was in Nevada. Being able to open the windows in October was amazing. Washington would sometimes have snow by this time of year. Nevada, on the other hand, was just starting its autumn peak. He could already see several patches of trees in Death City beginning to color into vibrant hues of red and orange.

The best part of fall, however, was the bigleaf maple that grew next to the joint Leblanc-Schumaker residence. The upper branches grew to the perfect height right next to Cameron’s window, allowing him to capture some beautiful shots of birds during the season. Bigleaf maples usually turned a vivid yellow during fall, and this tree was no exception.

Today, however, there was a rather unruly raven perched on the branch right next to Cameron’s window. It was quite large, almost two and a half feet long. Cameron backed away from the window and retrieved his camera from its charging station, then crept slowly towards the raven. While the common raven was native to the state, Cameron couldn’t ever recall seeing one as big as this one. He raised the viewfinder to his eye and framed the shot with the boxy window.

Excellent. Cameron tweaked the dial, setting his camera to high-speed mode by memory. He tensed on the shutter button, then took a rapid burst.

The click of the shutter must have been louder than expected, as the raven took off in a flurry of motion and disappeared into the distance. Cameron stood up straight and stretched. At his height, lowering himself to take photos was starting to put a strain on his back. It was one of his bad habits, always leaning over. Perhaps he could learn to kneel properly. But, it was always so rough on his pants! He didn’t particularly like the scuffed-clothes and ripped jeans look that was starting to take hold over fashion. Why would you buy pre-ripped clothing anyway?

Speaking of clothing, he hadn’t even dressed himself yet. He stripped off his knitted pajamas and changed into something more appropriate - a pair of flat fronts and a nice button up. Schoolbag? Checked and double-checked. One more time, just to be safe.

Katherine was still passed out on the sofa, breathing softly, her blanket left unused on the floor. He picked it up and gently covered her. Was that a new cut on her face? She’d probably picked it up on her run yesterday. He fished into his schoolbag, pulled out a band-aid, and gingerly covered the wound.

Now for breakfast. As he entered the kitchen, his foot slipped on a stray plate on the floor. He only caught himself in the nick of time on the counter, nearly pulling a muscle. Cameron stood up and say the kitchen in absolute disarray. A whisk and ladle lay in a mixing bowl, still unwashed. Small flecks of cookie dough littered the counter. The eggs, flour, and chocolate chips were still out. A finished tray of cookies sat on the counter, the only order in all the chaos.

He sighed and got to work, fetching an apron and cleaning supplies from the cabinet above the sink. In no time at all, the whole kitchen was sparkling- dishes washed, counters polished, and ingredients stored away.

Breakfast. Cameron set a small flame and retrieved a nonstick pan. He’d have to buy a griddle sometime. They were eating pancakes quite often nowadays. Mix the batter, pour, and flip. Mix, pour, flip. Flip, flip, flip.

He grabbed his camera once the pancakes were finished and snapped a quick picture of the towering stack. Most of it would be going in Katherine’s belly, so he wanted to capture the moment as soon as possible. The pan and mixing bowl went into the sink. He’d wash them later. The apron went back into the cupboard above the sink.

Plates, knives, forks. Syrup. A bit of butter. Oh, he’d forgotten the blueberries in the batter. Cameron made a mental note to make blueberry pancakes sometime later this week. As he set the table and laid the food down, Kath stirred.

“Good morning, Kath!” He said cheerfully as he sat down. In response, Katherine rolled off of the sofa, right onto the floor. She untangled herself from her sheets, making some sort of guttural noise before she dragged herself to her feet. In her cat-patterned pajama shorts and hoodie she’d robbed from Cam (it was his nice one, too), she trudged over to the table and collapsed into her chair.

“Aw, man!” she said. She stabbed a pancake with her fork, continuing to talk before she had even started eating. “These are so good, Cam! Like always.” She took a bite. Well, she was right. Despite how little she had ended up sleeping, Katherine was chipper as always. It never seemed to matter how much she slept, after a few minutes she would be at full energy.

“Glad you like it,” he said. The pancakes were good, but he was getting a bit tired of them. “What do you want for dinner? I might go shopping after lessons today.”

“Hmm. I dunno? What do you want?” Katherine continued to devour her pancakes. They had them a lot but she never really got bored of them. Well, as long as Cam was fine with them too, they’d keep on having pancakes for breakfast. And considering how often he made them, he must have really liked them!

Cameron thought for a moment. What would Kath like? “I guess… chicken alfredo? I’ll go out and get some more cheese, noodles, and chicken. We probably want some more milk and eggs too. Need snacks?”

“Oh, yeah! That sounds great!” Katherine finished her plate, quickly dumping it in the sink. “Uh… snacks… we’re probably fine on those, right? There’s probably a ton in my room somewhere. But don’t go in! If you need some, I’ll get them myself.”

She all but skipped into the bathroom, rushing to get ready. Since she never had to make breakfast, she always got up late. Usually too late, so it ended up being a rush to get ready. Today was no different. Katherine brushed her hair with inhuman speed, cursing it for always being so messy. Then, she hurried to her room, scaring away the birds on the tree outside.

It was an absolute mess. There were books strewn all over the floor, clothes piled on top of every piece of furniture and the bin was overflowing - even though it had already been crushed to make way for twice as much trash as it was supposed to hold.

“I was… supposed to clean up last weekend, wasn’t I?” Katherine groaned. “Well, there’s always later.” She picked up some clothes from her desk, somehow knowing where everything was despite how untidy it was. She clumsily got dressed, neglecting elegance in favour of speed. Minutes later, Katherine burst of her door, messy yet ready.

One look at the clock told her she still had over half an hour before she even had to leave the house.

“Hey, Kath, your band-aid is peeling.” Cameron pointed at her face. Katherine pressed it back on. It didn’t stick. She rolled her eyes, pulling it off and throwing it in the bin.

“It’s fine! It’s just a cut. It’s not gonna get infected or whatever.”

“That’s what you said the last two times. Here.” He fetched another band-aid, a cat pattern this time. “Hold still.”

She batted his hand away. “I swear, I’m alright. Save them for when I actually need them.”

Cameron backed off, crestfallen. “Oh, alright. Ready to go?”

“Huh? There’s still like, half an hour until we have to go. Wanna finish that film?”

“Ah, yeah... sure.” Cameron turned on the player underneath the TV. “I can’t help but think that-”

It hit him. The clock on the wall was an hour behind. No wonder the sun was already so high in the sky.

“Kathkathkathkath we have to GO!” He jumped up and grabbed his schoolbag. “The clock’s wrong!”

“Well yeah,” Katherine said, checking her phone. “It’s like… a couple minutes off, isn’t it?”

“The hour hand! We’re already twenty minutes behind schedule. We’re going to be late! Oh… I don’t want to face a Shinigami Chop…”

Katherine pulled out her phone again, this time paying attention to the hour. “Oh. Oh, god! Cam, come on, we gotta go!” She shoved past him and through the door, grabbing hold of his sleeve as she did so. “Come on, go, go, go!”

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Katherine Leblanc

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"Hurry up! I'm gonna be late to class - again!"

Name
Katherine Leblanc

Nickname/Alias
Kath, Kathy, Katie, anything you can think of. Reactions may vary.

Age
15

Gender
Female

Race
Human

Appearance
Katherine is slightly above average, at 5'7. She's deceptively strong - at least for her build. Tastefully thin, she calls herself, if it weren't for the strict fitness routine she puts herself through she would be anything but. It's ridiculous how much sugar she eats. She's no bodybuilder, but she can lug Cameron around without breaking a sweat. She often has a lot of bandages all over her body from all of the injuries she can't remember getting.

Katherine's hair is short and a bluish white she swears is natural. Catch her after she's just woken up and you'll see the worst bedhead known to man. One of her eyes is covered by her hair, though she does pin it up from time to time. Despite her cheerful personality, Katherine tends to look displeased when she's doing anything but smiling. She's been told it's intimidating.

Personality
Katherine is as sweet as sugar. She's peppy and energetic, a sociable person supported by her overwhelming confidence. For good reason too, she's a very capable Meister with a good brain to boot. Despite this, her accident prone nature means that things don't always go to plan, and her confidence has led to countless disappointments. Though she should be used to it by now, she reacts very badly to these. Her emotional and over-dramatic nature cause her to shut down. It doesn't take a whole lot to set her off either. It's never always sunshine and rainbows with Katherine. Just most of the time. She can be a little insufferable, stubborn and impatient with a healthy dose of inconsiderate. It's not intentional. She just lacks some self awareness.

Katherine sees things as give and take. If she does something for someone, then they will eventually have to do something in return and vice versa. It just makes sense to her. She doesn't use this view to get people to do what she wants, but she tends to operate on this principle. The way she perceives the value of actions is a little skewed too.

Likes
• Desserts & baking them.
• Playing the violin.
• Shitty rom-coms.
• Cam!

Dislikes
• Eggs.
• Onions.
• Waiting.
• The cold.

Fears
• Small spaces and crowds.
• Being lost.

Backstory
Katherine is the only daughter of two Meisters - Alison and Victor Leblanc. Her following in their footsteps was a surprise to no one. In fact, when she was a child her education was supported by material that would help her on her inevitable path. It isn't something she resents, even if she was given the choice she would have decided to become a Meister. They did the best they could to be there for her, but duty calls and it was no surprise when they would disappear every now and then. Katherine never did get used to the disappointment.

She was never lonely, though. Other than the countless babysitters she'd had over the year, she had no difficulty making friends. People tend to like you more when you bake them stuff too. Most notably, the plain-looking boy with the camera she'd encountered one day. She'd demanded that he take photos of her with his poor feline model. He'd accepted, and from there their friendship blossomed. When they got paired together at the DWMA, you can imagine Katherine's delight. They became inseparable.

It's kind of concerning, actually.

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Partner Name
Cameron Schumaker | @stone

Meister Abilities
Katherine is able to sense people's emotions from their soul. It doesn't go very far below surface level, she can only tell how someone is feeling at that point in time. If someone is trying to conceal their true emotions, she can only occasionally pick up on it. It depends on how good the person is and how much they're trying to repress their feelings. In a battle, Katherine can use this ability to identify who souls might be. It's a little fickle, as it's impossible to reliably tell who someone is based on their superficial emotions, but it's better than nothing.

Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
• Like most Meisters, Katherine is very fit.
• She usually works well under pressure, coming up quickly with tactics and ideas. The success rate isn't always stellar, but anything is better than nothing when your life is at risk.
• Katherine excels at all of her hobbies - baking, violin, etc. It's not just because she put the work and hours in. She quit everything else.

Soul Resonance
Katherine draws in power and smashes the ground with Cameron, sending out a massive cone-shaped wave of force. This maneuver creates large fissures in the ground, as well as sending rocks and shrapnel upwards at aerial opponents. It's usually used as more of an area-control move than a finisher, but the two can put in more energy and get a much larger effect if needed.

Extra
• Katherine's known Cameron for quite a while. They get on excellently. He's always there for her when she needs him. She feels like she doesn't do enough for him in return, but hopefully she can make it up to him by showering him in baked goods. He seems to really like those.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

edit: side note, are we going to have a discord?

Katherine Leblanc

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"Hurry up! I'm gonna be late to class - again!"

Name
Katherine Leblanc

Nickname/Alias
Kath, Kathy, Katie, anything you can think of. Reactions may vary.

Age
15

Gender
Female

Race
Human

Appearance
Katherine is slightly above average, at 5'7. She's deceptively strong - at least for her build. Tastefully thin, she calls herself, if it weren't for the strict fitness routine she puts herself through she would be anything but. It's ridiculous how much sugar she eats. She's no bodybuilder, but she can lug Cameron around without breaking a sweat. She often has a lot of bandages all over her body from all of the injuries she can't remember getting.

Katherine's hair is short and a bluish white she swears is natural. Catch her after she's just woken up and you'll see the worst bedhead known to man. One of her eyes is covered by her hair, though she does pin it up from time to time. Despite her cheerful personality, Katherine tends to look displeased when she's doing anything but smiling. She's been told it's intimidating.

Personality
Katherine is as sweet as sugar. She's peppy and energetic, a sociable person supported by her overwhelming confidence. For good reason too, she's a very capable Meister with a good brain to boot. Despite this, her accident prone nature means that things don't always go to plan, and her confidence has led to countless disappointments. Though she should be used to it by now, she reacts very badly to these. Her emotional and over-dramatic nature cause her to shut down. It doesn't take a whole lot to set her off either. It's never always sunshine and rainbows with Katherine. Just most of the time. She can be a little insufferable, stubborn and impatient with a healthy dose of inconsiderate. It's not intentional. She just lacks some self awareness.

Katherine sees things as give and take. If she does something for someone, then they will eventually have to do something in return and vice versa. It just makes sense to her. She doesn't use this view to get people to do what she wants, but she tends to operate on this principle. The way she perceives the value of actions is a little skewed too.

Likes
• Desserts & baking them.
• Playing the violin.
• Shitty rom-coms.
• Cam!

Dislikes
• Eggs.
• Onions.
• Waiting.
• The cold.

Fears
• Small spaces and crowds.
• Being lost.

Backstory
Katherine is the only daughter of two Meisters - Alison and Victor Leblanc. Her following in their footsteps was a surprise to no one. In fact, when she was a child her education was supported by material that would help her on her inevitable path. It isn't something she resents, even if she was given the choice she would have decided to become a Meister. They did the best they could to be there for her, but duty calls and it was no surprise when they would disappear every now and then. Katherine never did get used to the disappointment.

She was never lonely, though. Other than the countless babysitters she'd had over the year, she had no difficulty making friends. People tend to like you more when you bake them stuff too. Most notably, the plain-looking boy with the camera she'd encountered one day. She'd demanded that he take photos of her with his poor feline model. He'd accepted, and from there their friendship blossomed. When they got paired together at the DWMA, you can imagine Katherine's delight. They became inseparable.

It's kind of concerning, actually.

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Partner Name
Cameron Schumaker | @stone

Meister Abilities
Katherine is able to sense people's emotions from their soul. It doesn't go very far below surface level, she can only tell how someone is feeling at that point in time. If someone is trying to conceal their true emotions, she can only occasionally pick up on it. It depends on how good the person is and how much they're trying to repress their feelings. In a battle, Katherine can use this ability to identify who souls might be. It's a little fickle, as it's impossible to reliably tell who someone is based on their superficial emotions, but it's better than nothing.

Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
• Like most Meisters, Katherine is very fit.
• She usually works well under pressure, coming up quickly with tactics and ideas. The success rate isn't always stellar, but anything is better than nothing when your life is at risk.
• Katherine excels at all of her hobbies - baking, violin, etc. It's not just because she put the work and hours in. She quit everything else.

Soul Resonance
Katherine draws in power and smashes the ground with Cameron, sending out a massive cone-shaped wave of force. This maneuver creates large fissures in the ground, as well as sending rocks and shrapnel upwards at aerial opponents. It's usually used as more of an area-control move than a finisher, but the two can put in more energy and get a much larger effect if needed.

Extra
• Katherine's known Cameron for quite a while. They get on excellently. He's always there for her when she needs him. She feels like she doesn't do enough for him in return, but hopefully she can make it up to him by showering him in baked goods. He seems to really like those.

Cardinal Rift

ℍouse 𝕂othlin

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Up and down. Up and down. It was a game Arthur Kothlin often played as a child, on long trips to adjoining houses and visitations to the Aterium mines. Follow the horizon with your eyes and avoid obstacles with your vision. Pass the time. Ignore the veritable mountain of paperwork and lordly duties to be done.

Paperwork… no, he wouldn’t think of it. The stack of sheets next to him was too daunting.

“If I do paperwork now, I won’t have enough mental energy for the talks,” he said to himself. He tried not to look at the paperwork.

Yes. That was it. The talks. He was en route to the most important event in his life so far. He was representing the people, the lands, the strength of House Kothlin.

And he was going in a carriage! The absolute nerve of his chief secretary, Oyel, to book a carriage to such an event!

“See, if you arrive in a carriage, you show that you’re just like those damned Southerners, and they’ll be more favorable. It’s all about impressions,” she had said in response to his protests.

She was probably right. But that didn’t make it any less boring. He loved the feel of a car, the speed, the hum of the engine, the power he felt at the wheel. In contrast, a horse-drawn carriage was so weak, so spindly, so fragile.

Kothlin looked out the window once more. The fence posts were passing by so slowly...

“Agh, stonge this,” he muttered. He flicked a switch inside his gauntlet. His suit came to life, drawing energy from its power bank. His helmet tried to snap on, but he stopped it with his hand. He wanted to feel the rush of wind and air on his cheek and see the afternoon sun on the distant Jin Ranges, not projected numbers and calculations on a screen. A powersuit gave life, let humans achieve their true potential and reach for their dreams. It would certainly fulfill his dream of getting out of that stuffy carriage.

He kicked the door off its hinges, sending it flying off the road and into the bushes alongside it. The carriage ground to a halt. Arthur leaped out the side and landed, the powerful servos in his greaves assisting the fluid movement.

“Sir, what are you-”

“I’m going on ahead!” Without another word, he kicked the suit into high gear and began running in great leaps and bounds, covering many meters in a single step.

The scenery was beautiful once he was out of the carriage. The leaves were just starting to change color, enveloping the area in brilliant reds and oranges. There had been some light rains earlier, and fresh drops glistened on every surface he passed. In the distance, he could see the dual mountains enclosing the keep on either side. From his position, it would be about two hours by carriage to reach their bases.

Forty minutes by powersuit.

He let out a laugh as the wind rushed past him. How wonderful it felt to have this control over his destiny. If the South played nice, he could possibly lend them some suits to let them have a taste of this beauty, this scenery, this wonder that was only possible through tech. If.

hello

ℍouse 𝕀mmolis & ℍouse 𝔻alris

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The next arrival at Harrow’s Tower came in with a bit of a crash. The massive bodies of two wyverns - one black, one grey - came down onto the ground right outside of the tower. Atop the black one, a blond man who looked as if he was about to go to war. Cedric Immolis, the man who never left home out of full armour. He got off with ease, offering his hand to one of the people on the grey wyvern. The guards rushed behind him to pick up his luggage.

The dainty form of Ruel Immolis hopped from the beast, ignoring his brother. He was dressed more elegantly, looking around with wonder. His first appearance outside of his estate. That seemed to be a recurring theme with these talks.

“Take them to the stables, Lorise,” Cedric said, adjusting Ruel’s collar. “You’re free to do as you please. I’ll come down to check on you later, just stay out of trouble.”

“Got it, sir,” the woman left on the grey wyvern said. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” With a wicked grin, she cut the ropes securing the luggage to the other wyvern, then took to the air once more. The black wyvern followed, leaving the poor guards to scatter from the falling bags.

“Ah! That took so long. We should really move to the north of Immolis. It takes too long to get anywhere,” Ruel yawned.

“You may be the lord now, but you can’t just move the capital around as you please,” Cedric replied. He waved at the guards, indicating for them to take their luggage inside. He didn’t carry any of it himself - neither did Ruel. “It doesn’t matter anyway. This is a one off. Don’t expect to be making lots of trips.”

“This didn’t take that long!”

“Lorise is a busy woman. I’m not taking you anywhere.”

Ruel opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. He resigned himself to staring up at the tower. “Oh, wow! Isn’t this cool, Ced?”

“Lords don’t stand around calling things ‘cool’. Lords go inside to prepare for the talks. Let’s go.”

“Yes, but lords also tell their heirs to stonge off. Come on! I wanna look around.”

“Language.” Cedric’s eyes narrowed.

Ruel scoffed. “Fine then. But later, I will have my way.”

Yet another carriage arrived. It was a rather large one this time. The outside was scuffed and plain, but as it drew nearer, it almost seemed to fade off, revealing a carriage of a much greater grandeur. Large and elegant, just like the tall woman who stepped out of it - Elise Dalris, representing the information house. She looked more like she was dressed for a dinner party than anything. Following her was a stern looking bodyguard, who was carrying at least five suitcases.

Elise didn’t hesitate. As soon as she saw them, she started running after Ruel and Cedric. She was fast. She caught up with them quickly, tackling the elder Immolis with a tight hug. He didn’t even flinch.

“Oh, darlings! How I missed you!”

Cedric pulled the feral woman off of himself. “You visited us two months ago, Elise. That’s hardly anything.” Ruel gave her a wave, to which she ruffled his hair.

“I missed you, Ellie,” he said, grinning cheekily. Elise looked delighted.

“Ruel, you’re not a child. Stop acting like one. Let’s go inside,” Cedric said. He sounded bored, as if he’d been through this scenario a hundred times before.

Ruel laughed waving his hand at his brother. “Oh well. Care to join us, milady?” He bowed, trying to keep a straight face. And failing. He offered his hand to the taller woman.

She took it and curtseyed. “Oh my! Aren’t you the gentleman?” Hand in hand, they walked into the tower. Cedric followed closely, grumbling.

hello

ℍouse 𝔾ranis

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Later that day, yet another carriage arrived. Despite being from one of the closest houses to the tower, it was also one of the last to arrive. House Granis, represented by its eldest heir, Eric. He stepped out of his carriage, chest held high, cape fluttering behind him. Even when it was still inside and despite the lack of wind outside of the tower.

He was using his gate to make that happen.

“Fresh air! Finally,” he yawned. A few servants trickled out after him. “Oh, let me take my luggage. Don’t trouble yourself with it, dear. Nyna, keep talking.” A brunette maid nodded quickly.

“Well, Prina was like, with the guy, yeah? Then I swear they were on a date, right. He was real close to her. He bought her some lunch and all. She can do so much better.”

Eric nodded sagely. “Lunch dates? Child’s play. Why, afternoon tea is all the rage these days. I don’t want my sister at the mercy of such low class men.”

“I know, right? So then, like…”

Nyna continued to recount the event of Prina’s outing, Eric making occasional comments while the guards inspected the carriage. He handed them their invitation letter, and after a minute, the gate opened for them.

“How disappointing. If she wanted to go on dates, she really ought to let me set her up,” Eric sighed. “Come now, get settled into the tower. You can all head into the town for the evening once you’ve unpacked.”

Enthusiastic at the prospect of a day off, the servants hurried inside. Eric followed them leisurely, humming a tune to himself. Soon, he would be meeting with some of the most powerful people on the planet. Somehow it didn’t bother him at all. It was the content of the talks that he was nervous about. So important that Pachel had bothered to turn up, alone, no less. There was no use dwelling on it.

Cardinal Rift

@Dark Light Love it! Accepted, you can move him over :)

Cardinal Rift

ℙeace 𝕋alks 𝔸ttendees

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𝕃ords:

• Jevin Pachel
• Esmeralda Nols
• Vector Seler
• Ruel Immolis
• Darius Balaur
• Arthur Kothlin
• Melodia Lapseus
• Rhythmia Lapseus
• Reina Young
• Drakus Immolis

ℍeirs:

• Elise Dalris
• Verity Seler
• Veer Seler
• Cedric Immolis
• Aelious Aureolin
• Christina Young
• Eric Granis
• Alexander Reason

𝕆thers:

• Aster Nols (Nols)
• Rendyl of Solaris (Solaris)
• Abbi Rose Smith (Solaris)
• Abigail Harlow (Balaur)
• Victor Moltke (Balaur)
• Rohmani Strigoi (Balaur)
• Leras Grant (Dalris)
• Idella Lorise (Immolis)

𝕆ut & 𝔸bout

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• Rathas Warrick
• Eska of Emmeret
• Ferris Paron
• Laius Harwick

Cardinal Rift - A Fantasy/Sci-fi adventure! [STILL RECRUITING]

The OOC is out!
roleplayerguild.com/topics/180397-ard…

If you've been given the 'SHEET COMPLETE' role in the discord, you can post your sheet in the character tab right away.

@ERode@Cu Chulainn@Xylot@banjoanjo@Aeolian@Sewer Rat@Dark Light@Yankee@Haruharara@Meleck@GreenGoat

Cardinal Rift - A Fantasy/Sci-fi adventure! [STILL RECRUITING]

@GreenGoat Good to have you! Please join the discord (link is at the bottom of the check). We're planning to have the OOC out sometime tomorrow!