BluBlood

BluBlood x JulienJaden, A Twisted Kind of Charm

What's the point of being a hottie-puh-tottie if you can't tease! ;P

Some ways to continue..!

Gabriel and Nadine begin their walk home and when he drops her off, she pulls him in for the hook, line, and sinker. They wake up the next day together, sober and hung over and coming out of their comas over breakfast to hash out what has really been going on with magic in the town and why it has cultivated here. Basically, this is the white rabbit effect, Gabriel being led down the rabbit hole. But the same thing could ocur had they never slept together, gone home with each their own friends, and met up a couple days later, Nadine having markered her number on his arm at the party.

How to move on from there is I was going to ponder Cassie being part of a group, maybe four other people, herself, Nadine as a probie/freshmeat, and Nadine is trying to convince them to bring in Gabriel because of his natural intuition she witnessed with the fire (and six is such a lucky number for a group!) It would made our cast quite a bit bigger but plays into the idea of slowly evolving the cult culture. We could play these as fleshed out characters with their own dynamic agendas or as minor NPC's. If we choose the former, we may want to create some character skeletons.

I think Nadine and Gabriel are going to start finding out that as they practice and discover more together, outside of the circle, the group scrutinizes them for actions of disloyalty toward the circle. Or perhaps the greed to opportune powers is striking schisms amongst them as friends. Jealousy and keeping secrets, somebody hiding away an enchanted object for their own upperhand in the craft. It seems like some people in the group want to take a role of leadership when the circle was founded on equality? Perhaps one of the four has done his own homework and become infected with demonic possession? Just pondering a couple steps ahead.

You know how I feel, if you have intuitions of your own, I would love to hear them. Technically, if this is the first party on winter break, they have about 6 weeks until the next semester starts (end of January...)

I don't know about you, but that's how long my winter break is in between semesters.

Fantasmic x BluBlood: Power Beyond the Divine

Amenoten

On the sake of the argument in his maturity, Amenoten felt the boiling impatience of his own desire to retaliate. Every comment felt like a blow in the gut and the fact that his mother, their queen, was the chiding voice to defend him did nothing to help. The undeniable truth, despite his best efforts to grow the height of his father's shadow, festered under Amenoten's skin.

Plagued by the control on his response, it was a taut argument that broke only under the disruption of unworldly news: a thief captured on behalf of the pharaoh. Without hesitation he leaped from the center of the pond, on the heels of Diomedes with a hand to his sash. Tightly wound under the green garment was the hilt of a slender, curved dagger, hidden like a venomous fang for when the right timed called. In the presence of servants who lead them to the palace's closest foyer, Amenoten used the noble accent to pass a private message amongst himself and Diomedes. "You must be a jackal's ass to believe I would spare the thief of ourgod-king!" The bare heels of his feet pounded down the passage, which snaked through levels of painted pillars, gilded rooms of extravagant nature.

The foyer was a-lit this late still with torches for the royal guards and royal servants with the nightly duties. The unfurling of fire down the hall and banked in each corner, danced the visions of gods and their portraits protecting the entrance of this fortress. They were highly decorated in colors rich with pigments, engraved with the upmost care in their sacred forms. For Callie it may have been a state of unnatural beauty, had it not been for the circumstance of her surreal arrival to this place. This very real and physical world, where two fully weaponized guards stood on either side of the teen. They had no serene nature either despite their golem-like silence and acted on the behalf of a higher power. They had dragged her, without a splinter of hesitation, squeezing her arms in their brute grip. From the skirmish and hurried nature of such an emergency to expose a pharaoh's thief, they were covered in dust and had tracked in sand.

When the cavalry of family members came to a halt opposite the young woman, Amenoten felt his fingers loosen over the hilt of his dagger. What he had expected came nowhere close to the creature before him. His eyes did not avert from her but when she caught his gaze, it begrudged him to feel a mixed amount of uncertainty in punishing this thief. She looked like no other person he had seen in his time... Her skin was absurdly polished, as if someone had taken sand and ran it over her to the transparency of the thinnest papyrus. The dirt and dust powdering her person, her unnatural clothing, and when they came within sight the guards had to jerk her down by the arms to convince her body to kneel to the ground.

"Look, the bracelet," Nailah whispered as she held onto his arm, pulling the attention of her younger son to the green stone set in a gold band. It should have been too big for the girl, crafted for a man's wrist. But somehow it snuggly fit, glimmering in the soft ambience. As the guards rose slowly, the servants scattered into the corners of the room, leaving Diomedes, Nailah, and Amenoten to confront their thief.

Amenoten's fury surpassed the idea to reconsider this girl's plight. The subtle direst of his mother's tone was enough for him to withdraw his dagger. A slithering sound echoed in the large chamber, a hush falling over the atmosphere. Its fanged blade caught the light, balanced in his constricting grip.

"Let me see for myself, what you wear on your wrist," his tone evenly growled, testing the waters of this thief's emotions and mentality, pondering the idea that maybe she did not even speak the simpleton accent to Egyptian. Regardless, he refused to correct himself in this position of power, and the guards thrusted her in the elbow to throw the arm out.

Rhetorically smug, and curdling his words in the back of throat, the darkness of the late hour crept into the young man's eyes as his gaze branded the girl's attention.

"What are you doing, wearing my father's bracelet?"

BluBlood x JulienJaden, A Twisted Kind of Charm

Added one additional paragraph because it felt unfinished a tad.

BluBlood x JulienJaden, A Twisted Kind of Charm

"Easy does it now," Nadine coaxed as the flames evolved and flourished under their combined excitement. Gabriel's control seemed easy enough, perhaps under his state of mind or the supernatural connection that allowed trust to connect their efforts together. She was gradually giving him the reign over the enchanted flame now, knowing that her whispered spell and their mixed blood moved the fire by the will of their confidence.

Nadine's complete knowledge was novice at best, many of the remedies to craft this madness were jotted down in a small notebook and typed out in length on her laptop at home. A lot of what Cassie had given her to start with lead very little beyond these small victories. Still, this moment fulfilled her unimaginably, and it was an unguarded instinct that convinced her to slip into his lap, straddling her friend down on the toilet seat. "Don't take your eyes off the flame!" She reminded, swiftly grabbing his wrists and cradling them up between their chests. The soft glow embellished orange flickers over their faces and when she met his eyes it was in the manner of a wicked master. She measured him briefly, settling her boots around the white ceramic base, digging the balls of her feet down till the thick soles squeaked on the linoleum floor.

"Just give me a moment to light this up, Gabe." Nadine leaned over the counter to reach out for her blunt. While he sat still, stunned or in awe she wasn't going to assume, her weight balanced back into the slope of his lope. When Nadine took the roll between her lips she took a deep, long inhale that called each flame to the ignited end. And in that single strong drag she had sucked the magic from his fingertips, sighing the release out through her nose. The thick smoke tendrils played over the ring of her septum piercing as she offered him the blunt, about to speak--when a sickly crack broke the locked door, popping this magic cherry.

When her head swiveled toward the sound it gave another groan and slammed open against the bathhroom wall. Bent on its hinges, splintered at the handle, a behemoth of a muscle bound joker lay on his hands and knees. He caught himself after catapulting through the bathroom door, drunk and blood from his fists, the music flooding the new situation in chaos. "Hot damn--get your shit," Nadine was scooping up her belongings, grabbing Gabriel's trinkets toss them idly. The guy didn't appear too quick or angry anymore on the floor. But once the birthday brat saw this there may be a house call to handle. "What do you say?" She waited for him at the banister to the stairs.

"One more drink and we call it a night?"

Fantasmic x BluBlood: Power Beyond the Divine

Sounds like a plan. I hope that post has plenty of articulated information and motivates ideas and imagery for you in the Egyptian segment of the story. :) Dinner does not have to go on for too long, just thought it would be a bit of an easy going moment of contact for Amenoten and Diomedes while we work up to the moment of Callie coming. As well as make some slight discussion of Egypt's current state.

Fantasmic x BluBlood: Power Beyond the Divine

Amenoten

In the private quarters of an open and airy part of the home, the early night brought a warm breeze through the small house garden. Transparent curtains, partitioning the entrances, folded gently to the whims of air passing through in order to cool the palace’s small oasis. It was a pond the shape of a perfect circle, broken at its radius by a narrow slab of walkway to its center. Petite clay holders floated the soft light of candles across the surface, in addition to the torches whose radiance kept the sandstone walls comfortably warm. The large center of the pond was decorated ornately as the fitting area where a worthy man may retire for a moment of peace and seclusion.

It was here that the slaves had positioned a low table, cushions of deep green fabrics, and three thin golden platters. Refreshments were placed by a pair of young handmaids, pitchers of beer and clear water, humming softly amongst each others’ humble presence in the silent atmosphere. As one of them stepped obediently out from the pond’s tranquil center, the other stood her ground. Her gaze had caught hold of the view outside the open face of the room, for where a wall should have been was a gaping frame of evening sky and the outskirts of the palace. The kingdom stretched on further, silver streams running their course over the rooftops beneath a full moon of opaque glow..

The haughty vibrations of quick steps came as a warning preceding the young man himself. Their own bare feet scurried across to opposite end of the room, and as not to be seen by the angry master, passed through the curtains just when he entered the private quarters.

The family dinner was an idea ployed by his mother, a ritual Naihal had started for herself, Amenoten, and Diomedes since the passing of the pharaoh. Frankly the timing of it on most evenings seemed to cut through the matters of the status of Egypt, politically within itself and in the outreaches of the kingdom where they had messengers come with news of the Hittites and the Syrians. He often would come this meeting of their family late and in a sour state of mind.

Tonight, being of no surprise, his temper sauntered with him into the center of the pond, sitting down on the pillow so hard it did nothing to cushion his tailbone from the stone beneath. Amenoten huffed softly, greedily eyeing the beads of condensation on the gold pitchers. He was early for once but it was profoundly customary to not begin before they were all present. The temptation, only building up the tension in his shoulders, did nothing to lighten his mood by the time his mother and Diomedes arrived.

When they came, the young man would arch up acutely, elongating the muscles of his seated stance to turn and meet their gaze. He was clothed in white cloths that draped around his legs, a rich green sash knotted the circumference of his waist. A small gold amulet gilded by dark emeralds shaped the head of a ram, hanging around his neck on a soft leather strap.

He was never sure what kind of mood to anticipate from Diomedes on any given day. The cousin who he articulated under the title of ‘brother’ had a temper at times that rivaled his own, the cunning control of his words and the curse that they brought upon others burned Amenoten’s seeded jealousy. The maturity of a man much older quite frankly crushed the confidence Amenoten scraped together about himself. After an entire day of commanding men twice his age, and combatting the opinions of the populated senate, Amenoten still had a short man’s inferiority toward the adopted older brother.

Naihal cleared her throated gently, after the slaves began to file in formally, delivering food around them in the form of honeyed dates, hot battered fish sprinkled by roots and onions, and soft sheets of baked bread to rip apart and soak in the sauce of their entree. The weary expression on her round face tilted back and forth her attention on the two young men. “Amenoten, how did the hearing of the senate go today?”

“Over the matter of the famine, or the matter of our resources magically not making it from harvest to our homes?” he gruffly retorted, indecently responding to his queen. The rustle of the slaves quickly working to pass food onto every plate was the only sound to be heard, their prim and swift actions fulfilling the task. Without bid of their farewell, they exited before Amenoten transcribed details…

“It was a much heated and long winded debate over what has become of our food and other harvests. While I understand we have famine in the midsts of a year that followed our kingdom’s religious schism, the numbers that are being given to me do not correlate with what I had personally seen out in the fields.” His frustration came as a rude haste to his words, fingers picking a piece of bread off to drown in the sauce.

“And the worst part is, I can’t stand speaking with them by myself. When you are not there, as our queen, the conversation runs against my current of questions. How am I to find answers without them in my aid!” The outburst echoed over the length of the chamber, fading into the night air. Nothing uncommon from the younger brother, whose attitude ceased their attention and was known for a loose hold on his opinion. The torches danced a reflection of warm colors over his expression, Amenoten looking on to both of them for an input of their own ideas of the matter.

BluBlood x JulienJaden, A Twisted Kind of Charm

I should be able to get back to you by tonight or tomorrow. Work kind of kicked up and I recently went out of town for a concert on my days off this week. It was for the band Tool!

Fantasmic x BluBlood: Power Beyond the Divine

Good question. Sometimes people will put the name at the top of the character's part in the roleplay to seperate them. Sometimes when they are are mingling together, It makes more sense to have one post. If you would like to make seperate posts, that would make the most sense until they are all mingling together in the same situation. I am sorry I am in a slight delay. I should be able to post by tonight or tomorrow. On my days off this week I went out of town for a Concert.

Fantasmic x BluBlood: Power Beyond the Divine

Lydium

18

A Creature of the Cunning Kind…

She is by no means the most beautiful in court, and has a understated amount of make-up on compared to many others. But her position among other suitors stood out on her amount of practical intelligence and driven demeanor to sort things out to her best advantage. She is sharply manipulative, many nobles of the more compassionate manner find her to sleeker than snake oil amongst many her own age. They rumor her to be the shadow of her father with the flirtatious whims of her mother, with her humbleness only before her mentors the gods themselves. On behalf of her parents lineage and her own crafted obsession to weed out her fellow peers, Lydium is satisfied with her position as the rumored woman for Amenoten. She finds that her independent, brazen attitude has caught the respect and curiosity of Amenoten, and found him speaking with her in private settings as a means to cut the formalities between them. With the way her mother and aunts advise her how to court the future pharaoh and his mother’s approval, it’s only a matter of time before she usurps the kingdom’s power.

Education

Lydium, as the daughter of a general, can speak several languages that are relevant to the Egyptian kingdom. She is well versed from having foreigners as tutors so that in future settings she may understand the language of enemies or allying societies who live on the outer limits of the kingdom. Her mother bestowed her a strong interest in musical instruments which Lydium has also made a sinister focus of her perfectionist attitude. The art of public speaking came to be another of her strongest attributes, something that takes a plain woman like Lydium and lets the words become an attractive quality amongst others. She has an in-depth understanding of the gods and their history, but math, geography, physical sciences, and visual arts bring out her most impatient tantrums to grasp them.

Interests

Political parties, musical recitals, Egyptian boardgames, philosophical and religious gatherings, and the rumors and traveling gossip amongst the noble families. Sometimes her brothers will take her out to go fishing for vocational sport by the Nile. Lydium finds a keen love and obsessive desire to perform and memorize the rituals for the Egyptian deities, in hopes to call upon their power herself. This is keenly narcissistic and a oversight of her own authority to have them answer her desires. Perhaps a lesser god will give her the opportunity of power she is looking for though…?

Immediate Family

Lydium was raised under the confines of a prestigious mother and father. She understood this power they had among others at a tender age, and under the tutoring of the women in her family, grew to become a clever presentation of a noble Egyptian woman.
Lydium grew up in the home of five sons, being the youngest child and the only daughter. Many of her brothers followed in their father’s footsteps, leading on to lifestyles within military commands or like their uncles, residing over a political form of responsibility. She has a close bond with her mother and aunts, though the jealousy stricken amongst herself and her cousins can drive a dramatic amount of betrayal or deceit amongst them.

BluBlood x JulienJaden, A Twisted Kind of Charm

“Virgins are a tad over-rated, Gabriel,” saying his name mapped a path of goosebumps over her skin, the close quarters of the quaint bathroom making her feel a tad warm under the leather jacket. She felt herself slipping it off for now, rolling the tension from her shoulders when she draped the article of clothing on a towel rod. The dark navy color of her corset dimly reflected the light off its silk exterior. There was a black ribbon, thick and tightly bound, synching the sides together as it snaked through the silver eye-loops.

The charge inside of herself wanted to reach out to him in a way she new all too well, cravenly tempting her senses as she organized their trinkets along the open counter. Fixating her eyes on what they had did little to sync her to the task at hand. Taking a deep breath saturated her mind with the natural scent of the two of them, the alcohol on their persons, the pastel white of shoulders harshly lit under the flourescent light. With her back to him, the exhale dropped her stiff demeanor and brought a new amount of focus to rely on, the art of practice and concentration coming in handy at a time of temptation.

“I know, you’re drunk, I’m tipsy, you probably won’t even remember tonight—,”

She pushed him over with a bump of the hip, and though his stature wasn’t frail by any means, Nadine found no problem convincing him to sit back down on the toilet. Clumsy slams and knocks on the locked door, the frantic shifting of the knob, went unanswered. Nadine kept her eyes empty of reservation, wholeheartedly staring upon Gabriel in a manner that couldn’t define if she was a friend of something more predator. She had an assertive grasp on one of his hands, the palm facing up, index finger coaxed to extend out for her.

A flick of the wrist opened up his jackknife, Nadine deciding to use his own blade to prick the tip of his index finger. It beaded bright red, and her own finger followed under the blade. She would laugh softly at his surprise of the action, “Don’t worry, I promise,” Nadine quickly caught the beads on the side of the blade as she dropped his hand to pick up her lighter. “Dr. Price opened the door, but you know, teachers don’t fraternize with students, so Cassie,” the zippo’s top flipped back and the flame ignited, “Brought me into this.

Watch…”

She waited, held her words to speak internally a quiet rhyme of ethereal nature. The music, the commotion outside of their atmosphere drifted away from her attention. The drops of blood, mixing together as crimson beads, glistened when they dripped to the flame. The fire turned darker and flourished on the small wick, a long, forking tongue. She quickly abandoned the blade and greedily grabbed the flame up in her palm where it danced the webbing of her fingers and swirled the stones of her rings. Her mouth began to move in pace with her thought, lip-synching to will her steadiness. The flame embarked now from one hand, to both, and Nadine reach out to Gabriel to hold his hands in her own.

“Trust me.. Let the fire recognize your presence and accept what I give you."