OldManWong

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@OldManWong Apologize for the wait and the itty bitty post. >.>;

@HylianRose

It's totally cool. I am quite busy as well, so I understand.

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Gonna wait for Vesuvius before I post. Possibly Rose as well

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I have no plans!
I just plan on going with the flow. Probably.

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Joyously having a great time while I work on my University applications ._.

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Praeth

Husband of Tirza, Nadia, and Araxie

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Praeth had instantly questioned his words the moment he had stated them as to whether or not it was the best course of action. It was not that he felt what he said was wrong, but he had gone against his own attempt to avoid attention. He couldn't help it, he was not one to walk at the pace of others, but rather, direct it to his leisure. The first man to reply to Praeth was Krone. So much as that was expected, yet Praeth only bitterly smiled behind the shadow of his cloak when Krone ostracized him for his hypocrisy. Although Praeth desperately wanted to explain himself, he knew it for the best if Krone thought only that of him and nothing more. A greedy, hypocritical, and arrogant noble is much less threatening than one with no known motive, such an image allowed Praeth breathing room.

Things were beginning to work out as Praeth had hoped at the limit of his plotting capabilities, until he felt the air about him move, it was slow and almost impossible to notice if it weren't for Praeth being on guard. At first, he looked to Tirza again, but he quickly concluded it was not her doing, causing him to look back towards Krone, who had formed a small glint in his eyes. Praeth's eyes widened slowly and he clicked his tongue silently. A rapid fire of thoughts ran through his head as frustration welled in his chest.
What is it that he figured out?
My intentions?
No, he drew my scent...
Praeth grit his teeth, the only telltale signs being his jaw peeking ever so slightly from the shadows of his attire.
My identity?
From a 90 year old scent?
It's possible, he is definitely old enough and from what I remember, he has the aptitude, but... How?
Has my scent not changed since then?
What a folly that I had lingered among Drakken beyond my development stage, otherwise this would not be an issue.
Perhaps he sensed my motive as well then?
No. Impossible, even if he knew the identity of my past, he does not know my current state.
Did he intend to show me that he knows something?
He seems to have total control over his features...
I cannot know for sure, perhaps I should simply eliminate him as a threat.
That won't do either, what if I were to play into his hand by attempting to kill him?
I must admit defeat then, my aptitude to these games is far too weak, perhaps I need an adviser.
What could he possibly do to me even if he knew my motives and identity.

Praeth helplessly shrugged to himself. It was only at that point that Praeth attention once again turned towards his surroundings, many gazes were still on him, but he felt one in particular that vied for his attention. Looking that way, he had already thought about who would be staring at him. Torin was the first name to appear in his mind, but it almost caused Praeth to chuckle to himself and the thought passed as quickly as it came.

It came as a faint surprise to Praeth when his eyes met with Tyrai's. It was not that he was surprised at her boldness beside Torin, but rather, Praeth was already knowledgeable of the Hellsong Sibling's past. He understood that they only had eyes for the strongest and most affluent to become a proper suitor for Tyrai. To have interest in someone without even a discerning title to their name, Praeth could not help but betray his surprise, followed by amusement. Praeth's eyes were a pale blue, but despite the soft color, his gaze held a quality of clarity and a piercing stare that carried a sense of wolf-like viciousness that left most feeling wary and uneasy. Tyrai could practically see her reflection in his eyes as he appraised her like he did his own brides, although eventually his eyes locked onto hers once more.

A faint smile of confidence flickered across Praeth's features, as if to humor Tyrai's gaze, though it seemed almost playful. The moment quickly passed as Praeth heard Tirza speak. A flicker of frustration crossed Praeth's gazed before he broke eye-contact, looking towards Tirza with a nod. "Yes, if you all have eaten your share, we can return to the Chamber, and please, 'my Lord' sounds all too pretentious for someone like me." Praeth said. Without any further warning or action, he picked up the unconscious Nadia bridal style, and turned to leave, waiting for Tirza and Araxie before leaving without an announcement.

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@my Lalia Nooo she doesn't. As long as Krone falls for it, though, all is good for a moment, at least.

I wonder if the fork thing would actually work, though. It might put my father at peace if I start doing something along those lines...

@RomanAria

That would be, a really, really bad idea in real life. Like. Insanely bad.

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Character development of course!

No mercy

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I sort of made quite a few assumptions, so just tell me if I got something wrong. 400 OOC posts! :D

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Praeth

Tirza
Nadia
Araxie

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Praeth glanced about the room one last time before he sat himself down to eat. He analyzed the room starting with the most prominent. The bride covered in Drakken blood, Praeth watched her approach the hooded figure once more. Ah, that one again, I wonder if that's the prince, his aura is definitely overwhelmingly powerful. A vicious bride would be fitting for one such as him.. The Hellsong lord, Torin, was a blind, Praeth watched his actions and attempted to identify his method of sight. His eyes wandered to Torin's sister, Tyrai, his piercing stare could be felt by Tyrai and it remained only long enough for her to notice before Praeth's attention wandered elsewhere. Edoric had burst in, but Praeth paid him no mind, the girls behind him had obvious signs of recent hardship, Praeth could not help but look down on Edoric as a wretch who preyed on the weak. Zakroti was somewhat hard to spot, but Praeth had taken special note of him since the small being had exactly what he did not, the prowess of deceit.

As expected, Araxie and Nadia sat beside him while Tirza sat across from him. The many delicacies and variety of carefully crafted dishes assaulted Praeth's senses and his mouth began to salivate. The assortment of foods before him all had a nostalgic feel to them. So he ate, although his mask remained on, his mouth was still exposed. He could still remember his favorite dishes, although they were the simple ones that appealed to a child, he could also remember the dishes he hated, the fruits he despised, he tried it all and was lost in euphoric sense of memory. That was, until a Drakken stood up and made an announcement. Praeth looked back in his memories and remembered reading up on Krone. Praeth suspected him to be the eldest of the nobles currently here, though perhaps not the most powerful. He had heard that the second prince had come for a bride as well, and Praeth saw him as likely to be the strongest being here as he was considered second to only one other Drakken. Praeth had intended to observe the prince, but he had yet to identify the Drakken entirely.

Praeth listened to the words of Krone, and the expression behind his mask sharpened into a straining appearance of grit teeth. So the Drakken had declared war on the Gem populace. With the brides present no less, and only shortly after a reaping. What an advantageous time to declare war, Praeth had no doubts that this was nothing but a treacherous power grab on the Drakken king's part. What petty motives could drive such a war, Praeth couldn't grasp, but it was of greed, not wrath that this war was waged. Praeth quickly looked towards his brides with a discerning glance, processing the state of each of them. Of course, Tirza had a look of indifference about her, Praeth could only confirm helplessly that she had nothing to lose but herself. Nadia had already begun to stand, and Praeth looked at her in a somewhat worried fashion, beginning to stand himself as to move to comfort her. This is getting bad, things may become hard to handle.

"May I be.. excused? I don't.. feel well.. of a sudden..."

Praeth was already standing by the time Nadia had stood, but before he could say a word to calm her, she had collapsed towards the floor. Out of reflex, Praeth made a sweeping motion, gently catching Nadia before she touched the ground and slowly placed her back in her chair for the time being. Praeth looked to Araxie next, laying his palm on the small of her neck, a slender but callused finger gently traced her jawline, his intention for her to stay calm was somehow made clear through contact. Araxie could see a faint smile behind the shadows of his cloak, but Praeth soon turned away from her and towards the chaotic mash of despondent, infuriated Gems, and ecstatic Drakken nobles.

How should I make things more orderly...this will not do for maintaining control. Let's see, perhaps gaining a center of attention would bode well. It seems everyone is already focused on their own plotting, so I will catalyze this.
Praeth lacking in strategic expertise, and he understood that, thus he tried not to allow everyone to go without voicing their stance at-least, He also hoped to be able to probe for the prince since he had yet to identify the Drakken. A small orb of pitch black earth formed, extremely dense and no greater in size than a marble, it slowly began to burgeon and expand until it exploded under the immense inward pressure of water being added to the inside of the orb. The earth dissipated as it exploded outwards, but every disappearing shard broke the sound barrier, thus creating a fairly difficult sound to ignore. The sound originating from just above Praeth. Drawing as much attention as could be considerd feasible, long, slender of tubes about the length and width of spears surrounded Praeth, not unlike prison bars. The water undulated with his words and resonated his voice clearly.

"We all knew this day would come, when the Drakken greed would exceed that of the benefits of this Reaping. I, myself, have no interest in such useless things as territory and wealth, but understand, in accord to the infighting of nobility and ruthless stupidity of a foolish King, the tribes of the South will enter and exit with all your treasures before your childish plotting and squabbling will reach a conclusion. I'd advise eliminating the southern countries before invading such a stagnant and defenseless country such as the Gemminite lands." Praeth's voice was not loud, but everyone in the room felt as if he was talking to them individually, the water dissipated with his last sentence and at the corner of his eye, he spotted a phantom, daintily shrouding her smiling giggle with the fingertips of her hand, but before Praeth could turn his eyes, the figment of his imagination had already dissipated.
Perhaps it was too flashy... even she is laughing at me.
Praeth had no interest in invading Gem lands, it lacked the resistance to hone his own abilities and did nothing to further his goals. It was needless and he felt he would learn more by opposing the Drakken than the Gemminites. Unfortunately, he was still not confident he could gain the straightforward wrath of the entire war-like country, thus his stance remained neutral.

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I would make a post, but my power is out, so I'll have to wait a bit before I can make one.