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Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Gadgets and Conveniences
Interactions: Yuka @princess, Orias @Helo
Mentions:

Equipment:

Cloth armor reinforced with mithral (armor in the picture)
Sin of the Father is a spear crafted from the wyvern’s tail that killed Augus’ father. The spear has a Return and Shift enchantment that allows it to become a sword
2000 amas

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Augus IV

Augus IV raised an eyebrow when Orias corrected Yuka’s false admission of their relationship. “Oh okay.” He said politely, but really… What a strange lady. with a slight frown on his lips He shadowed Orias who browsed and found a transmission bracelet. Leaving? To where I wonder?

“Perhaps she plans to use it to hang one of those dirty dark elves.” Augus IV chuckled with a hand to his mouth. “Father says a rope can be quite useful during travel. Plus, it’s cheap.” He shrugged. His walls were coming down faster than Caelestis’.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Layla and Lorenzo

Location: Ballroom
Interactions: Charlotte Vikena | Theo Blackwood

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Layla glanced around the ballroom until her eyes found her prey. She handed Zilal back to her servants quickly after assuring them he would be fed. The second dance was beginning so here was her chance. She sauntered over to Lorenzo and noticed the glass of wine he appeared to be nursing. “You’ll need more than that.” Layla grinned, took the wine from him, and drank it. She tossed the glass over her shoulder, not caring where it fell.

“Eh!” Lorenzo had to stop himself from yelping at the sudden approach.

“But you’re too late.”

With a mischievous grin, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the dancefloor. “Does the court jester know how to dance?” She inquired mockingly. “Or does he need lessons?”

Lorenzo looked frantically from right to left as he tried to register what was even going on. One moment he was enjoying a glass of wine and the next he was robbed of his pleasant drink and stolen away.

“What? I-I… Eh…” His pitiful sounds were all he could muster before he planted his feet. “What is the meaning of this?!” Lorenzo asked as he attempted to pull his hand away.

“Do you need hearing aids?” Layla inquired as she held onto his arm with a grin. The situation with Hafiz kept mentally replaying and it took all her self-control not to yell. “The second dance?” She began moving in time to the music, forcing him to play catchup. “Unless you’re afraid to dance with me? You don’t want to sit on your own, do you? What a pity.” Her voice became light and teasing now, switching from the mocking tone earlier.

Lorenzo’s expression still held a stupid look of confusion for a brief moment before his movements immediately timed Layla’s.

“Afraid to dance? Never.” Layla couldn’t erase her grin at his response. She noticed the piercing fire in Lorenzo’s eyes and smirked to herself. It was a rare thing that few ever saw in the man. Passion was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in so long. There were very few things Lorenzo excelled at as Duke during a grand event. Small talk, trash. Timeliness, don’t even count on it. Embarrassing himself, a definite given. Dancing… Now that was a playing field the man could challenge many of the best on. And there it was. The pathetic bastard wasn’t a shriveling and whiny coward. “The waltz is not a problem for a Caesonian. However, for the Duke of Veirmont…” He dipped Layla with a swift yet precise movement that took her by surprise and for a moment, she lost her mask. “It’s like clockwork… Wait, is that the right saying?” He shrugged as he raised her back up in time with the slow pace of the music.

Layla had recovered quickly, rising with a devious smirk. “You actually can dance and don’t need hearing aids. I’m shocked.” Her voice was sarcastic and cold. Lorenzo smiled and nodded with a hint of confidence in his talent. The two glided across the ballroom dance floor with an unforeseen elegance to those who held little knowledge of them.

“Not so clumsy either, and here I thought you would need a cane for support. You’re full of surprises aren’t you, Jester?” Her voice dripped with venom as she continued looking devious. “Can the same be said for your vampiric-looking daughter?” The insult toward Lorenzo could be brushed off his shoulder but again the duke found it difficult to ignore unkind words directed at Charlotte.

“Vampiric? Lottie is the most precious thing to grace this ballroom! If she is a vampire, then she is one that has seemingly captivated even one of the most beautiful of the Alidasht women? No?” Lorenzo nodded again as he moved his guiding hand upward so Layla could perform a twirl.

Layla had listened to Lorenzo and raised her eyebrows. She had pinpointed his weakness in less than five minutes. What a simpleton. She remained neutral with her expression. “And I am an older man, yes, but I am also the Duke of Veirmont. Hmph!” The twirl distracted her and she almost didn’t catch what he said but when she did, she shot back quickly. “You’ve said that twice now. Do you have a memory problem?” She turned the tables on him by forcing him to twirl.

“No no no! Wait twice?!” The wine was catching up to him and that sudden swirl wasn't helping with anything. Lorenzo had the split thought of fighting against her taking the lead but he decided to keep with the rhythm of the music.

“Do you sit down and rehearse that line to make you feel powerful?” Layla’s mind continued to race but didn’t spit out what she was truly thinking.

“Powerful? N-no.” He gulped but remained in step. Layla noticed his panic and fear. His breath smelled strongly of wine. It wasn’t difficult for her to put two and two together. She sighed as he rambled on. “Am I… coming off too strong? I apologize if I am! I just… I didn’t want to be seen as anything less than.” The poor, blithering fool seemed to host a number of different insecurities. His gem was his daughter and his weak point. It also seemed this man could take a verbal beating and not care. His cries from earlier only told everyone how broken inside he was. As Lorenzo averted his gaze and Layla was about to respond, the man fell out of rhythm with the dance. It had only been a split second but it was enough. Oh, it was enough. “Sorry.” He noticed it but it was too late. Lorenzo’s shoe caught the long hanging sash of her dress!

RIIIIIIIIP!

Dumbfounded, Layla looked down in time to see the hem of her sash now trapped between the dancefloor Lorenzo’s shoe. She paused, falling out of rhythm herself, and freezing with shock. Layla looked at Lorenzo’s fearful face murderously while her eyes flashed with viciousness. I think I may die… Feeling the staring eyes at her back, Layla shoved him gently backward off her dress. Her head slightly moved as a means to point Lorenzo’s attention toward the gaze of her uncle looming in the background with an expectant expression.

“Hm.” Lorenzo let out after making a glance toward the man who openly pleaded for his public execution. The one who had tumbled backward. Grand Vizier Hafiz Kadir.

Layla began to wrap what was left of her sash around herself as a makeshift jacket. This way, the bumbling jester couldn’t rip anymore of it. “I hated the sash anyways. Thank you…. You don’t need to be sorry. It’s fine.” She kept her expression up, however, not allowing herself to look elsewhere. Her words surprisingly were soft, which was a sharp contrast to her murderous expression.

“Expectations.” Lorenzo simply commented with a dejected expression as he reached down to grab the torn piece of sash and swiftly shoved it into the back pocket of his trousers. It was clear neither of them wanted to cause too much of a scene. “I know I have no place to speak but…” Layla listened to Lorenzo and observed him and his saddened disposition. He seemed so sad and broken, like a dry leaf floating endlessly in the wind. It tugged at her heartstrings and she let out a deep sigh. Her anger from earlier when she’d fallen and hit her head dissipated slightly.

The two went through the motions of returning their hands to their proper places. He was far too intimidated by the woman to look her in the eyes now, nevertheless, he remained in step with the music. “You should not do things your heart disagrees with.” He spoke up before gulping again, hoping he hadn’t spoken out of turn. She didn’t expect much from the man, and she felt grateful he was able to dance. Yet what he had said made her blink and pause. Even her intimidating expression softened.

This man, Lorenzo Vikena. The jester. The fool. He had a good heart. Layla had longed to hear such comforting words for a long time now. However, her guard would remain up. Who knew what the man would do? He was unpredictable. Her voice was quiet and low so nobody could overhear them. She noticed he couldn’t look her in the eye, so she spoke while looking at his forehead.

“One would hope they wouldn’t have to. Sometimes life isn’t fair.” Layla paused and watched as a pair moved closer and turned Lorenzo and her away from them quickly without falling out of rhythm. “I’m not sure who you are or what your story is, but I can tell you’re familiar with the concept.” She swallowed and hoped she hadn’t pried too much.

Lorenzo was just about to answer Layla when Charlotte Vikena and Leo Smithwood surfaced from the sea of the slow dancing crowd. The duke’s hand at Layla’s back almost burned with the desire to do it. He had to!

With a swift and stealthy move, Lorenzo reached out a well-timed open palm while flashing a smile to his lovely daughter. The high-five was successful but the gesture was far from enough to completely lift his spirits tonight. If anything, seeing Charlotte reminded Lorenzo of how unfair life could be. Lottie…

“Familiar? I almost feel married to that concept.” His words were meant to be a joke but the tone didn’t quite fit. Where lightheartedness should have existed, there was instead hopelessness, which only further dampened the mood. If it could’ve rained, it would have poured. Nothing but sadness radiated from the Duke. “You know, being Duke is not something I entirely enjoy…” Lorenzo briefly forced a smile while wearing such sad eyes that eventually met her gaze. That's when Layla noticed the tears forming. She grimaced now as she faltered with the rhythm of the dance and continued listening to him.

“But I do it for those dear to me…” He felt the familiar tingle in the ducts of his eyes, yet he continued. “Those close to my heart.”

Oh no, is he going to cry again? Her thoughts were answered as he turned his face away, though Layla could see it happening nonetheless. A single tear was rolling down his cheek.

What did she do now? Her mind began to race on what to do next. The man crumbled quicker than a cookie in milk. Layla sighed and turned him back to face her. Her expression became stony while her words were sweeter than honey.

“You should hold yourself with more pride, Lorenzo.” She glared at him as she continued while pausing their dance. “Mistakes don’t define you. You - your personality, your words, and actions, do. So what if you fucked up? The pits of vipers we both live in are only filled with vipers with no conscience and whose self-worth is built on dragging others down.”

Lorenzo tried his best to blink away any follow-on waterworks. The man seemed to have been reminded of how he was meant to carry himself. He couldn't embarrass himself any further tonight. However, Lorenzo would still wear his shame. With an impatient sigh Layla began moving them back into the rhythm of the music. “Focus on the dance now, alright? We both know you’re at least capable of that.” Her voice dripped with a little venom at the end. Lorenzo nodded silently and wiped his wet cheek on the shoulder of his sleeve.

“Thank you. I… Nevermind. It's been a pleasure dancing with you, Shahzade.”

Layla held back a disgruntled sigh when Lorenzo messed up her title. She knew she couldn’t expect much from him so she wasn’t surprised. If he continued though…. “Shehzadi,” she corrected dryly, now impassive then added quietly, “Remember that.”

“Yes…” He wished to say something more. Ask something more. Layla on the other hand glanced around the ballroom to find the other dances beginning to end. “And do yourself a favor and drink some water.” Layla let go of him and presented the Alidasht bow, though she didn’t bend down quite as much as the others would. She didn’t bow to anyone for anything. Lorenzo gulped for the third time in Layla's presence.

“Your… your name, Shehzadi? I would like to know it… If that’s okay. You don’t need to but-”

Layla managed a grin for a split second before it disappeared. Amusement showed in her eyes, then it was gone, quicker than one of Zilal’s deadly strikes. “Layla, and yours?” She replied, not referring to his title purposely, and waited patiently for an answer, entirely focused on him.

“Lorenzo Vikena.” This time his smile was not forced or uneasy. Instead, there was a sliver of warmth as he performed the Caesonian-Varian bow to formally conclude their dance.

Layla let out a quick smile when he told her his name. Lorenzo Vikena. She nodded her approval and left to go sit back down.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Tipsy Tavern!
Interactions: Annya Bae @princess and Eris Bae @Tae,
Mentions: Inori @Shard

Equipment:

Male Outfit
Backpack (top right)
Bow and quiver of arrows

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“With what I can do, I’d say spicy.” Kaleb chuckled as he gave Eris a hint as to what he could do, not realizing the perceptive elf was already aware of his affinity to fire. His demeanor had changed rather quickly when the creature watching overhead departed. That’s power, right there. His ego grew a size larger.

The mention of the Tipsy Tavern was lost on Kaleb but the young man had been skillful at pretending he knew things that he lacked considerable knowledge of. Avalia hadn’t been a difficult setting for him to improv. Some of the demihumans were tough to look at and there were a few things Kaleb still didn’t understand such as the floating blue man or the odd technology used in this world. Only a matter of time until I figure Avalia out.

For now, he’d simply smile and nod, and he had all the reason to do the former with his current disposition. Kaleb was in the company of both Annya and Eris, two women he wished to spend more time with. They were both attractive but more importantly, they were key to him achieving success in this world. Eris was loyal and Annya royal. A rhyme met with plenty of resources that he’d need in the long game.

“Hey any place is a good time when I’m around.” Kaleb commented as the three moved further into town. “Wait, that little blue guy was the same thing as Mr. Four-For-One? Really?” Kaleb was in disbelief but would take the backseat to Annya and Eris talking about demons. He decided to just take in the shops along the way. River Port Desserts. Nah. Blacksmith. Maybe. Odds and Ends. Is that a thrift store? Eh… Ooh, a tailor! Then came the Tipsy Tavern which the three entered. It was early in Riverport, but it was later in the day somewhere. Besides, in a port town, drinks were plenty available for those who sailed in.

Once Kaleb, Annya, and Eris entered the Tipsy Tavern they took the table at the back right of the establishment so they could speak with a little more privacy.

“I think this is a perfect time to just have a good time. No stress.” Kaleb placed his hands behind his head with a grin as he spotted a member of the staff heading over with a notepad. It was time to turn up.

Code Vein (Closed)

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Location: Great Room, Observatory
Interactions:
Mentions: Poppy @dreamingflowers

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“Hmm… I… I don't know about this.” Erik stared down at the pink frosting-covered cake with skepticism as he held a large knife in hand. He was the first to discover its existence and knew who had made it since he watched Poppy drop it off like a delivery-person. The fact that Poppy hadn't taken a slice from the cake was red flag number one…

For most, a red flag was a prime indicator for backing away and taking your business elsewhere but Erik wasn't most. Others in the Commune might argue that red flag number one was the simple fact that Poppy was involved in making the cake. Whichever came first, there were two reasons to not indulge in the cake.

Erik took a step back with an apologetic look on his face. He kept his voice low as he commented on the cake aloud.

“People can get better at things, right? If I back away now, no one will take that first bite.” Erik gulped and took a step forward. “But what if it's really bad?” If Erik looked uncomfortable before… “It could be good though… But when has it ever been good? Jeez.” Erik knew he had to face the music tonight but not like this.

Erik sliced into the cake, and then again to get a proper yet small slice he could retrieve with a fork. He placed the slice on his plate and winced as he knew there was even less room to turn back now. Who makes her do these things to us?

The old revenant felt like he was staring at the slice for minutes but in reality, only several seconds had passed. He still had the opportunity to offer the slice to someone else. He could tell the person that he made it! Yes! He didn't bake much but he could pass it off as his first try!

But what if it's really bad… He frowned at the thought of being grouped up with Poppy as one of the worst food preparers of the Commune. With a defeated sigh he dug his fork into the slice and pulled away a small piece.

“As our leader, you're responsible for doing all of the unpleasant things no one wants to.”

“Leader? Not this again.”

“You were outvoted last week.”

“Ajax didn't even answer.”

“He gave you a nod after my vote, remember?”

The faint memory made him smile just as he took a bite of the cake. He anticipated the worst but was pleasantly surprised. He didn't gag, spit it out, or make a sour face. The cake actually tasted quite good. “No way.” He muttered before taking another forkful and shoving it into his mouth. He gulped it down with a shocked look on his face. “No way! Everyone, the cake is good! Poppy, I always knew you could do it!”

He took his slice and walked over to help finish setting up for karaoke. With a working mic, plenty to drink, and tasty cake, tonight was fixing to be a great time!

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Avian City Market Square
Interactions: Yuka @princess, Orias @Helo
Mentions:

Equipment:

Cloth armor reinforced with mithral (armor in the picture)
Sin of the Father is a spear crafted from the wyvern’s tail that killed Augus’ father. The spear has a Return and Shift enchantment that allows it to become a sword
2000 amas

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Augus IV

“Wherever you wish to go, I will take you. However, the Gadgets and Convenience store does host almost anything you might need.” The young avian commented as he led them to the convenience store. He opened up the door for both Yuka and Orias to enter ahead of him. “You may even find something nice to buy your wife and maybe even your friends that are shopping with Linus.” Augus IV said as he strolled in front of the aisles before glancing up at the older male avian at the counter. He gave the man a silent nod.

“Morning, sir.” He greeted evenly.

“Morning.”

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Dante @Alivefalling, Menzai @samreaper
Mentions:

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This guy can't be serious… Darius found himself starting with an almost perplexed gaze as the man greeted Dante and him with nothing but politeness. The only times Darius saw such courtesy is when someone was trying to get paid a big tip or had some other monetary angle. He took his seat beside Menzai, allowing his brother to continue the conversation while he simply listened… Correction, he attempted to simply listen.

As soon as the Slime Day Special was set out in front of Dante, Darius took his chance to say something while his brother was occupied by one of his few weaknesses. The food did look amazing but he felt like Dante got ripped off. There was no hint of seafood on the plate.

“Menzai…” He said as he pronounced it for the first time. The name seemed foreign but not unearthly, which was beginning to be the perceived theme of Avalia so far. Strange yet familiar. “I'm interested in what you mean too… And Dante speaks for himself. I kinda like being called ‘Sir Darius’ or maybe Sir Blackbourn since bro likes being basic.” He smirked before hearing the server clear his throat to get his attention. Darius peered up at the server, reminded that he still needed to order.

“Oh! Umm…” Darius looked down at the menu. “Lobster tail, shrimp, and can I get a side of those creamy mashed potatoes?” He tilted his head towards Dante's plate. “And water.” With his right hand, Darius slid the menu towards Menzai.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Caesonia Kingdom Ballroom
Interaction: Alden @Terrance420
Mention: King Danrose and Count Damien

Despite keeping up a smile, Lorenzo had the sinking feeling he had screwed up his first impression since he had not received the hand from Sir Plannington. He slowly dropped his outreached hand toward his side before pretending to brush something off of his jacket to play things off. He still seems friendly. Perhaps I still have a chance to make a friend!

Hope. What should have been a source of positivity was nothing but a curse for Lorenzo. It was the last thing the man needed. It made him complacent and easily manipulated by others. The toppling of the Alidasht royalty was a prime example of what happened when the man possessed that which motivated those in need of faith. He was at his worse when he felt his best. A sad pitiful existence, but it was his to own. His curse.

“Agreed! There should be no more broken glasses. A bit of an experiment on my part, and as we can see, it…” He winced down at the servant who had still been cleaning at the time. “... it did not go very well.” He gave an uncomfortable chuckle as the servant left their company to grab two glasses Lorenzo assumed he and the royal advisor would share. Splendid! having a glass with company meant Sir Plannington had yet to count him out of his good graces. Lorenzo still had a chance! As a plus, more wine would loosen him up as he was still trying to shake off Calbert’s intimidating presence. How did one’s presence linger?

“If you don't mind, may I ask what is troubling you tonight? Something seems to be on your mind.”

Lorenzo unintentionally gulped at the mention of his troubles. He had many, and that was just for tonight. Where would he even begin? Would share his concern for Kier being home alone for the first time in many months? Or perhaps while on that matter, he would share his envy of the Alidasht being permitted to bring their animal companions into the ballroom without a complaint… from anyone it seemed! Okay, he’d keep that to himself. As he pondered on the appropriate answer, the servant returned with the glasses of wine.

"Ah, perfect! Here, I believe both of these are yours!"

“Mine? He blinked at both glasses in bewilderment. Mine?! Lorenzo almost reached for them but stopped himself. The words of Count Fritz tugged at him. Pleaded to him. Begged him. Screamed!

“Yes ladies! Come spend some quality time with your King! Haha!”

Lorenzo looked over his shoulder at King Danrose relishing in the presence of women in seductive gowns rubbing him as he chuckled with pleasure and pride. Lorenzo could not conjure up a scowl as powerful as Count Calbert Damien but scowl he did.

Count Damien was an evil man indeed, but he only thrived due to the political environment King Danrose cultivated. Lorenzo had always bottled up his displeasure for Caesonia’s ruler. There were times when he partially blamed the king for his wife’s death. However, those times were always fleeting, because he knew better than anyone, it was his worthlessness that led to her passing. It was a thought that always kept him from deeply hating the king.

Unfortunately, that thought did not reach him fast enough. Lorenzo needed an escape from this pit of vipers and the second dance had not even started yet.

Lorenzo faced the glasses again and grabbed both with a nod and a smile.

“Thank you.” He warmly addressed the servant and then looked at Sir Plannington. “And thank you as well. When preparing for trouble, it’s always good to make it double.” He played on the advisor’s inquiry about his troubles while clinking both glasses together. He took a long sip of wine from the glass in his right hand and put on a more serious look.

“Thank you for your concern. There is a lot on my mind tonight. For starters, I arrived late. Then I mistook our most honored guests, the Alidasht Royalty, for lowly animal tamers and performers. Then I knocked some… Well, I didn’t knock them over... but my presence probably did not help the situation. I embarrassed Charlotte… my daughter.” He took a few gulps from the wine glass in his right hand and then proceeded. “I was yelled at. My daughter offered herself up to our royal guests to save me. I was yelled at again, but then… I cried in front of everyone.” He took some more gulps from the glass. “Afterwards, I made two acquaintances that I can assume are not very proud of me at the moment. Then I believe I may have made a deal with the devil over on that balcony over yonder.” He got ready to sip again but stopped as he appeared to realize something. “Oh and I lied about the glass as well as the whole thing about the new Alidasht tradition. Please, please, do not do that, ever. I just was startled and tried to save face. Anyway, thinking of all these misgivings Sir Plannington, is exactly what is troubling me tonight.” Lorenzo clinked the glasses together again, before gulping down the rest of the first glass, discarding his modesty completely.

Code Vein (Closed)

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Location: Ruined City
Interactions: Lys @Force and Fury
Mentions:

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The mention of a movie night was something that piqued Erik's interest, which he would admit to being one of Lys’ greatest abilities. Erik was also the best and worst person to introduce an idea to. Once he got set on a project he was in favor of, there weren’t many who could talk him away from it. Ajax probably had the most influence out of anyone with the Commune. This was due to their long-established bond and Ajax’s words carried a whole lot of weight if he was directly speaking out against something.

“Drinks… Karaoke… and then a movie?” Erik nodded a few times in silence for a brief moment. “Did I ever tell you that you’re a genius?” He wished she could see the big grin beneath his mask. The old revenant was so excited that he hardly wanted to stay in the store any longer. He nodded silently to himself again, his excitement apparent as he imagined the plan executed in his head. He was sold for sure. The only thing that broke him free from his thoughts was Lys addressing him again.

She was thanking him but he noticed the discomfort in her body language. He found it better to leave it alone than confront her about when things were looking up. Besides, the subject of providing the mistle sample to the Provisional Government came up.

“Hmm…” Erik pondered aloud, yet the answer was mostly clear to him. His time serving with Cerberus wasn’t all bad and he didn’t despise the Provisional Government. Unlike some of the others, he liked that he could cooperate with them. However, he was no longer within their ranks or shelter and hadn't been for decades now. For Erik, the Commune would always come first. Always.

“They only requested a sample, right?” Erik shrugged before he got up off the ground but crouched down so he could pull the flashlight from Lys' face to his masked one. “Let's solve this Mistle Mystery.” He matched her play-serious tone.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Leaving River Port Beach
Interactions: Annya Bae @princess, Eris Bae @Tae, and Creeper Smurf @Shard
Mentions:

Equipment:

Male Outfit
Backpack (top right)
Bow and quiver of arrows

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“Worried about me, are you? I thought the hero was supposed to fall for the princess, not the commoner.”Kaleb smirked, finding Eris’ playful tone enough assurance that she was at least fine mentally, despite how exhausted she appeared to be.

“You and common? Not a chance, Eris.” He said just before she assured him that she’d be fine and that her poor physical state was only temporary. He had planned to keep his eyes forward so he could focus on guiding Eris to someplace comfortable but Annya’s presence was hard not to notice as she appeared in his peripherals with a voice of concern. “Yeah she’s going to be fine. It’s finally my turn to help her out for once.” He chuckled to himself as initially he was just talking just to talk but his words rang true. And to think he only got this chance to help Eris because she had pushed herself in aiding someone else. Eris… He wondered about her. How could she be so altruistic? It wasn’t a trait he thought anyone capable of having, yet ever since meeting Eris, she’d done nothing but go out of her way to help others. Only now was she receiving a reward for her efforts. And she hasn’t even asked for the amas I said she’d get for uniting me with the princess…

“Mind if I help so we can get her out of here faster?”

“Teamwork makes the dream work, right?” He gave Annya a nod, not being too prideful to lessen the workload. He wasn’t the biggest fan of working up too much of a sweat, especially after having such an amazing bath at the spa.

And yet again, Eris was showing concern for others and confirming how she had helped out Annya in whatever occurred on the beach.

“Oh come on, fuck them Eris! You saved the day as far as I see it! Plus bonus points for listening to the lady in charge here.” Kaleb wanted Eris to be a little selfish for once. “Annya’s gonna treat us to some drinks and some good conversation, right? I mean I’m down if-” Kaleb suddenly paused as he noticed a blue floating something staring their way with crossed arms. “Hey, smurf! Yeah, you blue guy! You can quit staring! It’s fucking creepy, just saying!” Kaleb shook his head with displeasure. Now he was the one glaring Inori as the three continued walking.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Maximus Estate
Interactions: Yuka @princess, Orias @Helo, Aiko @CitrusArms, Xavier @potter
Mentions:

Equipment:

Cloth armor reinforced with mithral (armor in the picture)
Sin of the Father is a spear crafted from the wyvern’s tail that killed Augus’ father. The spear has a Return and Shift enchantment that allows it to become a sword
2000 amas

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“actions can be spurred - or stifled - with either the right or wrong words…"

"...and that is often where the meaning of those actions comes from, regardless of the actor's intent. We paint the actions with our words. Please, paint with unity.”

Augus kept silent as he stared the fox man down. He rarely had the patience for those who spoke so indirectly, and even more rarely did he heed the arguments from a mere civilian. The winged general did not view the fox as having any stakes in this war. He did not know them, but he doubted they had what he held dear to him. A family, a city, and a duty to his people are all Augus had. An orphan with no family in sight. Fled from his home, Roshmi. And what duty? To unity? Duty to such a thing could only ever be a fantastical dream.

Augus watched stoically as the group left his study. The man was still unsure if he was making the right call with them. At worse, they were spies or fools that would be sent away from his city. At best, they were a wildcard he could play that might have a chance of bringing more allies to the fight. Still, their talk of demon allies after watching what one of those fiends did to a human. With the group gone, he spoke in reply but to himself.

“Yes Yuka, very good points. More study, of demons, is indeed a good place to start.” A hint of a grin formed on his lips before he turned back to his desk. His mind would stir with dark ambitions and good intentions before he would set out to meet with Governor Brightfeather to inform her of his plan to send a ‘team’ to the River Fairy Kingdom.

Outside the side entrance of the home.

“Augie! I think that’s them! They don’t have wings!” Linus exclaimed as he swayed back and forth above them. His wings extended out as he allowed the wind to keep him afloat similar to a kite.

“I can see them just fine.” Augus IV was standing before the group wearing a stern expression that mimicked his father’s. “Greetings Ter- Esteemed guests. I am Augus Maximus IV and I will b-” Linus unsteadily landed between Augus IV and the group, balancing on one of his feet for a moment before planting the other with a stomp.

“I’m Linus MAXIMUS! And we’re going to take you to the stores in the market.” He held a look of determination as if the boy had been tasked with guarding royalty. If only he knew…

“Uh, yeah. Let’s just go. It’s not too far… even for terrestrials.” Augus IV let the term slip.

“Eh, before we start calling them that the whole time, what are your names? Or what should we call you?” The sweeter of the two asked since their father hadn’t provided the detail. Once introductions were settled, the group would venture to the market. Linus insisted on splitting up, and Augus IV agreed as it meant getting rid of his brother for a brief time. While Linus decided to go the Odds & Ends since it was his favorite place to shop, Augus IV thought the Gadgets and Convenience Shop would prove better for what Orias was looking for.