Potter

Morior Invictus; How Do We Continue On?

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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia & Roman

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Roman watched closely to her reactions, a cute stutter of his name, clenching fists around her menu, and occasionally glancing towards another table. His eyes did follow hers to a pair a few tables away, the duo looked familiar but he couldn't really quite tell from where. She did look lovely in her dress and accessories.

Adjusting his arm in its sling for a moment he pondered her question, his eyes briefly roaming over her form to get a better judge of ability and physique even if it might feel like he was checking her out. “You can just call me Roman, a friend of Charlotte's doesn't have to use my title.” he kept a slight smile. “Hmm am I a blacksmith? Yes, I am also an able carpenter, a wood carver, stone mason, and glass blower on occasion. One must know many trades to be an artisan guild master." He wasn't telling her these things to gloat but more so as a slight tease.

Olivia noticed his sling, but waited to speak so she didn’t interrupt him. His gaze over her was not lost. It caused a blush to run across her cheeks faster than she could hide it. Olivia observed his physique in return. He was so muscular.

A mischievous grin formed on her face quickly. “Well, Roman,” Olivia quipped with mock sarcasm, “The body of yours speaks of itself. Usually, it’s best to be humble about your achievements. We wouldn’t want to boast now would we?”

His eyes did wander occasionally around the other faces; it was good to see so many others out and about. He wasn't quite sure about this courting thing either but outwardly he didn't show it. Besides the flicker of his eyes off onto the others occasionally, he held his attention on his date. “I am surprised though, most high class ladies prefer to ask me about my finances or my family to try and gauge what kind of standing they might find with me.” a test yes but not a dangerous one. He is familiar with Charlotte so he wasn't too worried about this one but he still didn't know her or well anything about her.

Olivia smirked at him and bounced her leg under the table. His comment caught her off guard. Annoyance toward the higher class she now found herself portraying filled her mind, and she began to wonder if she had misjudged some of these nobles…

“My dear Roman, there’s more to a person than their standings and finances. You could live in solitude or marry someone you hate for the rest of your life and be miserable. You tell me which one sounds worse to you.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. ”And I’m sure the answer isn’t the second one, yeah?”

Her mention of his physique in response to his words about his job made him give a quiet laugh. Yet it did make him pause for a moment. Setting his left hand down across the table almost like he was offering it to hold, his palm facing up revealing the calluses of hard labor. “It is easy to see that I would subject myself to some sort of heavy labor given my frame and rough skin… but some of those professions require a great deal of precision and patience to deal with the finer details.” he looked up from his hand and back to her, “So yes I do enjoy boasting in good taste to gauge the reactions of those that otherwise would want nothing to do with it aside from the finished product.”

Olivia watched Roman move his hands onto the table faceup. Panic coursed through her and her cheeks flushed. Did he want her to hold his hand? Relief flooded through her when he showed her the callouses. She met his gaze and her breach hitched. A side-glance at Delilah caused the woman to mouth at her breathe. Olivia let out a slow breath. When she finally felt safe to respond, she smiled once more. ”We’ll drink to that boast. Your trade is one of harsh labor and sounds demanding, yet enjoyable. It must take a special person for it,”

“A curse of nobility as I'm sure you're well aware, sometimes we don't get to choose, sometimes it's about what the two can bring to the table. Luckily I am not such a noble.'' He paused for a moment to take a sip from a glass of water left on the table. Drinking more alcohol right now was not a good idea. “Although I am a noble, my family is rather low on the list but still respected.” Again another test to judge her reaction, common things for nobles to know as just another part of life. This one seemed to be missing some nuances of the upper class.

Olivia’s heart caught in her throat. What did she say now? Olivia fidgeted uncomfortably, and a glance from Delilah caused her to stop. ”You’re also a human being, and that in of itself is enough to give you value.” Olivia responded. Her shoulders and body language began to relax. He wasn’t haughty, nor was he condescending like most of the nobles she had met. A genuine smile began to tug at her lips.

“Still… you are correct, I would go with option one.” Relaxing into his seat, he continued, “Solitude may be preferred but no one can withstand solitude forever.” Again he paused trying to find his next words, “So tell me then, why does a noble lady ask me about being a blacksmith? Would you like some jewelry… Perhaps a ring?” the moment he said the last part he found his own face heating up slightly even at the slightest mention of marriage. Why must it always be after the words leave his mouth that he realizes the meanings one could take.

Olivia listened quietly to him speak. She blushed when he mentioned a ring. Her cheeks now rivaled her hair. She stared with shock at him and then giggled once she saw his reaction. ”Oh of course that’s why I asked, Roman.” She replied sarcastically and let out a mischievous laugh.

“I mean you’re uh, you're not wearing one that suits you…” He frowns for a moment breaking his stoicism. He was really trying to take this seriously but still found it difficult to find the right words. “Well, one that was made for you.'' He was still flustered; the giant didn't want to insult her, somehow he still felt like he was.

The comments continued, as did both of their embarrassment. Despite it, a torrent of giggles escaped her. She glanced at the waitress and signaled for her with a hand wave which caught the attention of some of the others. Then, Olivia turned back to Roman and addressed him. ”I think it would be fun to learn how to make things, really,” Olivia decided to poke the bear. ”Wouldn’t it be fun to see if we can make something that fits us both?”

She changed the subject for his sake. ”Besides blacksmithing, what else do you like to do?”

The growing amount of nervous giggles he was receiving from her made him breathe a little easier. At best it meant she wasn't taking it as an insult and was just as nervous about this as he was. It was a breath of fresh air really to find someone just as aloof in these situations as he was. Still he didn't want her to be asking all the questions for this. “Thank you for changing the subject, I don't particularly enjoy talking about politics, especially on a first date.” This time he was deliberate in trying to see if he could get her to smile or turn red again.

Olivia ceased her giggles and paid attention to Roman. ”Me either, politics are a waste of time and energy. Kinda bullshit if you ask me,” Olivia couldn’t hide the blush rising up her cheeks and glanced down at the menu once more to avert her gaze.

Glancing as she motioned for the server then back to her and her question. What could they make that would fit the both of them? His eyes once again looked over her frame this time with more purpose than just looking at curves, this time he was paying attention to her musculature. “Hmm…” he was studying her, not like one would study a problem, but like one that was taking in a piece of art. “If I were to assume, I’d say you fancy a bow? perhaps a one handed blade but not a shield? The muscles in your shoulders give you away.” Roman knew from experience that using a bow over the years was a good way to make your muscles grow differently from one another.

As Olivia studied the menu, she looked up once more. Their gazes locked, and she grinned sheepishly. ”Nothing gets past you, does it, detective?” Liv teased and set the menu down to study him in return. ”A new bow or sword, huh? Fancy.” She considered it for a moment, then continued. ”We should go hunting one day, I’d love to see what kinda weapons you create and how good they are.”

Taking a moment to glance around with a serious face, “You're not like the nobles here… I believe you're a bit more like myself. You didn't have anything given to you and had to work to get to where you are.” he smiled again, “I think that's why i'm starting to like you.”

Olivia’s body language relaxed more and she slouched in her chair. ”Sure as shit didn’t get nothing handed to me. I had to work my ass off to get myself here.” Olivia noticed Delilah glaring her way and averted her gaze. Goddamnit. This is so fucking hard. Are nobles supposed to act like robots?

Olivia sat back up and mistakenly set her elbows on the table. Another look from Delilah came her way, but she missed it this time. ”Thanks Roman, it’s a mutual feeling then isn’t it?” Olivia inquired sweetly, and struggled not to blush again.

He paused for a moment as the waitress approached, “Does the romance breakfast platter work for you? and just water for me.”

Her attention turned back to the menu. Olivia’s eyes widened as she took in the information. Everything looked so good. A rumble in her stomach filled the air and she glanced around nervously to make sure nobody looked over at her, then her attention returned to the menu.

”What the hell is hollendaisy sauce?” She arched an eyebrow as she struggled to understand the menu. ”The Romance Platter would be great. As for me, I’ll have the Chocolate - what is that word- French Toast, and the Classic Chicken and Waffles. I think the fruit juice will be fine. Thanks.” She closed the menu and turned back to Roman, and missed the exasperated glances from Delilah.

Sitting up in his chair and looking out the window for a moment at the rain outside, then back to her, Roman spoke again once the waitress left, “So things I like? Mountain climbing, cave delving, hunting, my passion is the forge.” pausing again for a moment trying to think of something witty or flirtatious to say next, “What do you enjoy doing? Other than looking beautiful at events like these?” Alright so not the most subtle but then again what about him was.

Olivia folded her hands together with her elbows on the table and then rested her chin on top of them. If looks could kill, she’d be dead from the pointed glare Delilah sent her. ”Mountain climbing huh? Do you ever go cliff diving? Super fun at Lover’s Lake.” Gratitude filled her with his compliment; however she had to poke the bear more. ”Being beautiful at only noble events? You wound me. I’m beautiful every day, Roman.”

Olivia smirked and reached across the table, and gently took his hand to measure it against her’s. ”Your hand is so much bigger than mine but we fit well don’t we?” She grinned up at him with amusement and removed her hand. ”But I do thank you, and you look handsome as well. We’re a damn good looking date aren’t we?”

With a grin, she leaned back and answered his question. ”What do I like doing? I enjoy adventuring, shooting, horseback-riding, cooking and baking, and I’ve picked up the talent of sewing and knitting. Kinda hard though when your hands are swollen from yard work.”

This one was definitely likable but something was still off, felt off. Even for him something just didn't quite feel right. From her posture to her mannerisms it felt rough, unrefined. Even the lesser ladies of court had a brisk idea of what to say and how to say it. Roman glanced over his shoulder for a moment back at the door, his eyes slowly scanning through the other faces both foreign and recognized. He did this so she wouldn't see his face as he made a split second decision, to leave, to stay and call her out, to make a scene. No. Her mask wasn't very well put together but it was there for a reason, just like his.

His gaze returned to hers with his smile only slipping for a moment, “No my lady, you look stunning all the time. But when I see you sitting here, with the rain on the window, the light hits you just right to truly show how beautiful you are.” he pondered what to say next, more flattery to see just how red her face can get. “Just like the view from the top of a mountain, the rough waves around a ship in a storm, the delicate lines on a work of art. Your beauty is vast with a hint of danger and places in your heart that are yet to be explored.”

Olivia noticed him glance over his shoulder. Her heart sank, as did her expression. She glanced at Delilah and the pout remained there long enough for her to see it. Once Roman turned back, she smiled pleasantly. ”Why thank you kind sir.” Olivia replied sweetly. She sipped her water and grinned at his words despite the hole forming in her chest.

He didn't think that he could really insult her but by the way she reacted and poked at him in return made him think that like him, compliments were hard to really accept sometimes. He felt his fingers reflexively try to hold onto her hand as she let it slip from his. Even through his blushes and smiles, behind his eyes his mind still circled back around to Violet. Forcefully pushing the thought from his mind he would enjoy the moment for what it was, making a new friend.

“Cliff diving can be fun, easy to lose your clothes, hard to find places to do that in the far north. Still, I think planning another date in the future would be fun. Perhaps a walk in the forest like you said, how about when you test out your new bow?” Of course he would need more details about what she preferred but it gave him something to work on in his off time.

”Sounds as though it’s a good time to get loosey goosey.” Olivia giggled. Her mind envisioned the moment the adventure made the headlines. What a cruel story that would be made into. She nodded eagerly at the idea of testing a new boy he’d forge out in the woods. ”That would be great!”

“So given the nature of this event, what do you desire?... What qualities are you looking for in a partner?” The large man hoped she would give an honest answer to his question and he would give one in return.

Her mind raced to the free life Kazu and her had lived previously, yet her heart ached tremendously. She wouldn’t be able to live that anymore. So what would be the next best thing?

”Well… Someone who's honest, funny, enjoys being daring yet still a gentleman….” She paused as she stared off into the distance, and a glassy look overcame her eyes. ”I love the rolling hills, the acres of land to be free, being around animals; having someone be at your side and knowing they’re your best friend and partner sounds like a nice life. Someone who likes to tend to some work, not too political, or climbing over and kicking the poor people down.”

Before he could reply, the food arrived. Olivia couldn’t help but squeal in excitement and wonder. Everything looked so delicious. Her mouth watered and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She dug into her food quickly and nearly radiated from joy.

Her reply to his question was wholesome, somehow he was not too surprised by the answer. It made him pause to consider his own reply. Popping a bacon wrapped date into his mouth, unexpectedly it had a flavor that complimented the differences in both rather well. He returned his attention back to her to see that she was nearly lost in her food. It was adorable it gave him a memory of his youngest siblings digging into the food at their feasts.

Roman pushed his foot forward to gently nudge hers, “there is no need to rush.” speaking with a hushed but friendly tone, “savor the flavor slowly.” aware that such a comment might tip her off that he knew or assumed something about her, he decided to fake ignorance of her lack of manners. “Dishes like these are hard to come by even among the highest of nobility. so no need to rush.”

Olivia jumped when he nudged his foot into her’s, and looked up. The scenery around her dissolved back into the Blossom Cafe. She blinked and glanced down at her plate. Half the food was nearly gone. She turned her head and noticed some others had been watching her too, including Delilah and Gilbert. Her cheeks flushed and she sheepishly looked down at her plate. ”...Sorry,” she muttered, unable to meet his gaze. ”...Shit…”

Again his mind went back to his answer to the question while eating another bacon wrapped date. Honesty was what he decided to go with. “That description is noble and peaceful. You might find something like that among the young men that adorn this city.” his smile fading for a moment before he spoke again, “I myself am looking for a friend, someone I can trust, someone that can hold their own in both solitude and stressful situations, someone i can happily or at the very least be content with for the rest of my life…”

Olivia focused on slowing down reluctantly. She forced herself to meet his gaze. His answer was fair. How many nobles are lonely and unhappy even when they’re… on top of the world?

He found himself looking out the window, just staring out into the wet weather, “in truth i have plenty of things that are worth dying for… I'm looking for someone worth living for.” His voice carried something with it, something akin to a sorrowful acceptance of some far off event to come, as if he knew that death was waiting for him somewhere nearby but just far enough out of reach.

The rain seemed to mimic the sorrowful tone he soon carried. Olivia frowned and wondered what the hell happened in his life. “Oh damn, Roman. That’s… That’s quite a bit.” She paused and contemplated what else to say. ”You seem like a great guy; I’m sure you’ll find it! Even if you find something that makes you happy,that keeps you going, you’ll find it and you’re deserving of it too.”

He didn't let the feeling linger between them for long as he changed the subject again. “So why don't you tell me about your home and your family? They must be proud that you were able to make it to this courting event.” his smile returned in full force between bites of food.

Roman quickly changed the subject. Olivia blanched, as she figured this answer might come up at some point. She delayed answering by stuffing her mouth full of food. She glanced at her reflection and realized she looked like a squirrel. Olivia quickly drank water and chewed her food while her mind raced for answers. As if on cue, like magic almost, the answer came to her. Olivia could feel Delilah watching her closely. She had rehearsed this with both Delilah and Charlotte over and over.

”Well, my family is from Viermont.” Olivia explained smoothly and moved her hands to sit in her lap so she could fidget inconspicuously. “My parents are Lady Rose and Lord William Hawthorne. I’m an only child so they are very proud, yes indeed.” She picked up more food to excuse her from speaking anymore. Liv glanced at Delilah briefly for guidance, and the woman nodded kindly to her.

She glanced back at Roman and switched the subject onto him. “What about you?” She inquired and ignored her racing heart.

He continued to eat a few things off the plate he was given, it was very tasty, the deviled eggs being his favorite of the dish so far. Her words sounded well rehearsed when speaking of her family, something he remembered himself doing when first meeting new people and going to new places.

The memory made him smirk, has he really changed all that much. “That is very well rehearsed but there is no need to be nervous, I'm no prince.” a slight compliment, “My family hails from the far northern reaches of Varian in Emberstone, a city cut partially into a mountain cavern.” pausing for a moment to adjust himself in his seat, “My father Erick Ravenwood and mother Brynhilde Ravenwood live there for most of the year. I am the eldest of seventeen brothers and sisters, four of whom have unfortunately passed away.” again he paused but there wasn't the same somber in his voice like there was earlier.

At first, the smirk alarmed her - had she done or said something wrong? Quickly she was proven otherwise and thus, she relaxed. Olivia ate her food at a steadier pace, despite wanting to devour it again. She smiled kindly at him, then nearly choked on her water once he mentioned his siblings. Seventeen brothers and sisters? Her eyes widened a bit, but she steadily relaxed so it wasn’t visible. ”Wow - that’s quite a family. I bet it was a busy household. Seems nice to have others to rely on.” She commented with surprise and admiration.

“I think you would like Emberstone and the northern territories, it's a harsh and unforgiving place yet its beauty, like yours, is something you have to see to believe.” adding just a little bit of a compliment to see if she would pick up on it. His smile only grew and admittedly a little red did flash over his face.

As he mentioned her likely enjoying the place, she smiled genuinely. It sounded lovely - unlike this shithole kingdom they lived in. It seemed the people from Varian’s Kingdom were softer and kinder folks than what Sorian offered. She blushed at his words and drank water to quickly hide it. Once she regained her confidence, Olivia straightened up and leaned forward. ”I guess we’d have to put it to the test one day then wouldn’t we?” Olivia purred and leaned back in her seat with a mischievous giggle

He found his food quickly finished through their conversation, a good lunch spent with good company. Given Olivia’s reaction to his brief description of his home he decided to give her a little more. “Our home is beautiful, families will always have more children as long as we have the food. Thanks to the crown we will always have food. The reason why we have larger families is because it's much easier to die.'' He knew it was a darker subject but just by the way she looked at him he could tell there was strength behind her eyes. This one wasn't some dotted upon noble that was naïve to the realities of this world.

Olivia listened intently to Roman while she finished her food. Her eyes remained attentive, and she couldn’t help but begin to fidget. It wasn’t that she was bored, but the conversation took a dark turn and she wasn’t sure what to say. More ways to die? Olivia wondered what the hell happened in Varian’s Kingdom.

“Though there is still strife anywhere you go at least here the weather is unlikely to kill you or a wandering animal.” pausing to take another drink of his water, “we have to rely on one another, especially when the long nights set in, when we lose the warmth of the sun for months. Everyone works, and after you reach adulthood it is rare to have anything given freely, other than stories and laughs.”

Her attention was captured now and she didn’t take her eyes off Roman. Harsh weather and wandering animals? Was the Varian Kingdom a hostile country? It seemed so unfamiliar to her. She was astounded by his words, and it was quite a surprise.

Roman readjusted himself and he continued. “For us everything is earned regardless of your birth. Being able to build your reputation like that brings us closer together in shared suffering, we shoulder the burden together. No one gets left behind."

Olivia watched him speak and was silent for a few minutes. This was a heartfelt statement. Nobody gets left behind. Her heart ached with those words. She had been left behind; and fortunately, she’d found refuge with the Vikena’s and Kazumin. She glanced down at her hands and was quiet. When she finally spoke, her voice was smooth. ”Well, Roman, that sounds like quite the lifestyle. Thanks for sharing it with me and I am glad you have your family to comfort you and stick together. It sounds lovely that you all have each other,” Olivia replied and smiled genuinely.

He knew it didn't always make sense, how they lived their lives but it made them strong and united almost to the point of being zealots. Some would even whisper that they brainwashed their citizens to achieve this semblance of peace and community, fewer still would spread rumors that something darker was at play for the northern Varian people to be how they are. It always seemed a little off or too good to be true.

”It sounds quite different from Caesonia’s lifestyle, but more of a community than this kingdom. It’s been great getting to know you and I am happy to hang with you in the future too.”

Her words made him smile. He wouldn't mind this conversation lasting longer but time did seem to be running out. Before they began to part ways he supposed he could clear something up for her, “oh I don't mean to miss lead you but there are still several places in Varian that are like this city. What I have been talking about is just my home in the northern territories.” Roman found himself fidgeting for a moment, rubbing his thumb against his index and middle fingers.

“Thank you for chatting with me today. It's always nice to slow down and just enjoy the moment from time to time.” he paused for a moment to glance around at the others in the restaurant. There were a few empty tables where others had been earlier, he did miss opportunities like these to just talk and let time pass. “I suppose it is getting to the end of our little lunch date, I did enjoy talking to you Olivia and I do hope we are able to do it again soon.” he spoke with his same smile and stood up from the table taking a moment to readjust his sling.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Church of Sorian
Interactions: @princess Anastasia ☁ @Rodiak Nahir ☁ @Lava Alckon Farim
Mentions: @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk and Ijen ☁ @Helo Leo
Aesthetic:
☁ Hair
☁ Necklace
☁ Outfit & Shoes

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Kira watched Prince Wulfric join the crew, and stand protectively near the pew. Kira watched him with a pleasant smile on her face. As still as a lake with no ripples, Kira listened to him. “Miss,” He finally addressed her after greeting the others. “I understand the desire to mingle with such prestigious personages as ourselves. However, I am certain you can appreciate the need for caution and for proper protocol when someone as unknown as yourself approaches royalty.”

The reaction I was hoping for, Wulfric. She bowed politely and dipped her head apologetically. She didn’t even meet his gaze, as though she were a dog that had run away and was being scolded. ”My sincerest apologies, Prince Wulfric. It is an honor to be here with all of you prestigious personage. I humbly request your forgiveness, and do hope you enjoy the ceremony. I found it exciting to see your greatness up close. I’ve heard so much about each of you.” Kira paused between her words to ensure they sunk in and were weighed.

With the conversation over, Kira turned to the Shehzadi Nahir, and listened to her politely as well. The diplomatic approach to her firm words amused her. "Why don’t you sit behind us? Ah, the pew is full. Two rows down sounds good does it not? Ece here will join you," Kira glanced at Ece and smiled with all the enthusiasm in the world. "We can talk after the service, which I think will start soon."

Kira nodded in agreement, and watched as the Shehzade did not comment – another diplomat yet this one did not speak up. The princess, however, was sweet as expected, and Kira resisted the urge to smirk. Oh princess Anastasia, I did not expect anything less from you…

”That would be lovely. Thank you, Shehzadi.” Kira moved to find a clear pew and sat behind two chatty individuals. Considering their attire and dialect as Kira listened, she knew they were foreign. Her attention turned back to Ece and a sweet honey-lined smile split across her face.

”Ah, you must be her Lady in Waiting? What an honor that must be.” Kira commented and folded her hands together. ”Oh, but fret not, I don’t intend to talk your ear off the whole time. I do hope you enjoy the ceremony in my company,”

As the procession began, Kira watched with outward enthusiasm and curiosity. Church was not something she cared for, nor did she believe in deities. Their childhood had been too painful for her to consider them being real. The knights, flower girls, the dancers and the entire entourage of this ridiculous spectacle was insane.

Nonetheless, Kira listened to the long line of foolish gods this nation believed in. How long did it take this man to rehearse this knowledge? She wondered what the penalty would be if the man had messed up. The congregation spoke too quickly for her to follow along and she glanced toward Ece to see if the woman caught it all. When music started, Kira jumped; she hadn’t expected it. Loud, unexpected noises always set her on edge, and this was no exception.

The amount of time and effort this had taken to coordinate baffled her. She clapped along with everyone else as though it had been the most spectacular thing on the planet, and inspected the reactions. This king– he did not care to glance at anyone–nor did he seem worthy of the grandeur. While she understood acting as though everyone were beneath him, she did not understand how a king could care so little for his subjects. From her little time in Sorian he was not a favorable king. Why did everyone entertain this spectacle? She remained stoic throughout the procession.

Her gaze did travel to the front row and she watched them silently, though from an outward view, it was as though she was watching the king. In her peripheral vision, she noticed a man dressed… and literally all… pink? Kira blinked and side-glanced toward the man and wondered what other weird shit this kingdom had in store for them. The event was almost as painful as--...

Her mind quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. It brought forward her goals, though, and her focus became laser sharp. She listened to and observed everything.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Church of Sorian
Interactions: @princess Anastasia ☁ @Rodiak Nahir ☁ @Lava Alckon Farim
Mentions:
Aesthetic:
☁ Hair
☁ Necklace
☁ Outfit & Shoes

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The pitter-patter of the rain on Kira’s carriage soothed her heart. She reveled in the dreary weather. How relaxing it was to sit outside and watch the rain? She dreaded the sunny weather and wished that Sorian would be drenched in the rain. People ran to and fro and covered themselves as if they might melt. Kira snickered; it was quite amusing to watch these nobles act as if their lives might be ruined by the rain. She held a parasol closed neatly in her hand only to blend in; otherwise she would have happily enjoyed the weather. Alas, she had duties to attend to, and with that, she turned away from the entrance.

Finally, her carriage stopped outside the Church of Sorian. There was a pause as she opened her parasol and awaited her door opening. She tapped her foot and drummed her fingers alongside the doorway and sighed when the servant opened the door. “Jeez, I was beginning to think you washed away in the rain,” The man blanched and he grimaced as if to say “I’m sorry.” She patted the servant’s head and accepted his hand. She stepped out with the parasol above her and smiled pleasantly. The pitter patter now drizzled onto her parasol like a songbird’s melody.

“I’m only messing with you. How could such a handsome and benevolent servant as you get lost, James?” He said nothing and averted his gaze while Jesse closed the doors to her carriage. “You’re a quiet man, James. You know I like hearing your voice.” The man’s eyes narrowed into slits as they faced each other at the doorway. “Wait. You got your tongue cut out didn’t you? That’s a shame, James. Get it? James Shames or Shame James. Your new nickname!”

He glared at her and his hand twitched, yet he made no effort to act on it. Kira giggled and kissed his cheek playfully. “Be a good brother and go fetch Jesse. I’m going to be bored here, you know, and Jason made plenty of treats for me.” James bowed reluctantly and turned up the aisle way of the pews and stood at the back momentarily. Her gaze swept over the architecture and regrettably, she marveled at the beauty of it. If only so much work had been done for the rest of Sorian. Kira sighed and decided not to linger on it anymore. James returned, slipped a bag into her hand, and then disappeared as quickly as he had come. She stuffed it in her boot and it was now concealed perfectly.

Kira ignored him and observed the room. Towards the back sat Lorenzo and Charlotte Vikena. It would not do well to mingle with them. At the front was Princess Anastasia, and two of Alidasht's royalties. Kira glanced between the two groups then strode forward with the confidence of the world. She strode past the Vikena's until she joined the group up front. She averted her gaze from Count Damien.

“Princess Anastasia, Count Damien, and dare I say, the Shehzadi and Shahzade?” Kira inquired and curtsied politely. Her voice was as sweet as honey and she appeared innocent. Kira stood tall and kept her hands neatly knitted together as to not cause any worry for the entourage and bodyguards. “What an honor to make your acquaintances.” She paused, and allowed a moment to pass then continued. “May I sit with your Highnesses, please? Also, my name is Kira - Kira Lockhart.”

Lockhart. She resisted the urge to snicker and waited for their responses.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Northpass
Interactions: @Helo Bowyn ❄ @Lava Alckon Bardulf ❄ @FunnyGuy Mister Luum ❄ @Tae Brigette ❄ @Pink Khione Zeva
Mentions:
Equipment: Small backpack, two knives, bow and arrow, rations, water flask, hygiene products, polearm, new outfit

Rue listened to everyone speak and stayed near Bowyn. She observed the room and shuffled her feet. Other than Bowyn, everyone looked like they were freezing. Her gaze kept sliding over to Zeva who was wrapped suffocating tight in her blanket. Rue nodded in agreement with Bowyn’s statements; she wanted to train. Being in Northpass caused her to feel more at ease, despite the high number of dark elves roaming. It bothered her that such a peaceful place was becoming hostile and uncomfortable, and drove her further towards her goal of freeing Avalia. Starfire, who also was not too fond of the cold, was laying by the fireplace and pretending to be asleep so she could ignore everyone.

She shuffled her feet and folded her hands neatly together and glanced around at the others, and then glanced again at Zeva when he mentioned shopping. ”I’d be happy to help buy you some clothes,” Rue told her quietly, “”And anyone else who is not able to tolerate the colder climate. It’s easiest for Bowyn and I to get around, and our ice-magic is more powerful here, too, for hunting.” Rue glanced toward the window. Her eyes twitched as she envisioned all the dark elves patrolling and shuddered. She held onto her polearm and glanced up at Bowyn.

”I won’t take Starfire, because she’ll stand out. I can manage on my own here,” Rue patted her prosthetic-wooden leg hidden under the dark cloak she wore and smiled at him, then glanced at the others.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Kira Mapenzi

Kira Tigerlily Mapenzi

☁ 28 ☁ Female ☁

☁ Poison ☁
☁ Enemy ☁
☁ Anti-Hero ☁

Companions

☁ Liam -- Fox
☁ Maggie -- Raven

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Appearance
☁ 5’10
☁ 140
☁ Topaz
☁ Mid-back, curly
☁ Black
☁ Light tan
☁ Trademark Stoic expression, tattoos across entire body, locket around her neck and bracelet
☁ Floral and open attire; pants with corset top, long flowy dresses and usually clad in black.

Likes
☁ Dusk
☁ Alcohol
☁ Jewelry
☁ Animals
☁ Her family
☁ Being alone
☁ Cloudy days
☁ Music boxes
☁ Weapons/Violence

Dislikes
☁ Magic
☁ Dawn
☁ Loudness
☁ Sunny days
☁ Staying sober
☁ Enclosed/Tight spaces
☁ Insects & creepy crawly bugs

Sexuality
☁ Biromantic

Hobbies
☁ Singing
☁ Swimming
☁ Daydreaming
☁ Reading alone
☁ Arts & Crafts
☁ Dance & Gymnastics

Life Goals/Dreams
☁ Living on an island with her family and pets surrounded by riches and treasures.

Personality
Kira is extroverted and enjoys striking up a conversation with anyone she can. She knows how to be charming and manipulative to get her way. She is flirtatious and arrogant. She is mischievous and enjoys a good laugh, sometimes at others expense. Kira won’t go out of her way to be friendly or kind, but she won’t be mean either unless given a reason. There is a softer side to her resorted for only those she trusts and cares for and is deep down. When resorting to meanness, her malice could kill; at times, she will bite her tongue, but sometimes can't help herself. She is selfish and only looks out for those she cares for; strangers are rare although if they deem useful, she might save them. Her self preservation is fairly strong as well.

Kira has a temper, though she is working on being more level headed. She can be fierce, aggressive and often frightening when angered or in battle. Due to her past, her ability to trust others is severely impoverished, and she has aggression issues. She isn’t the most patient, and often has to distract herself. Bold, brave, and fearless, Kira isn't scared often. She holds back if her life may be in danger, but wouldn't hesitate to throw herself in front of a loved one to save them. She is sly as a fox and can play people like a piano and not blink an eye. She lies often to get out of trouble and spins tall tales.

Kira is fairly intelligent, wise and also cunning. She does not make friends easily and struggles due to becoming insane and unhinged unpredictably. Her humor ranges from stupid jokes to dark and morbid ones. Her tongue is sharp, dry and sarcastic, although she can be witty and playful as well if in the right mood. She struggles with energy and sometimes has a burst and overextends herself. She'll often recuperate by reading or sitting by the ocean, staring out longingly at the horizon.

Current occupation
☁ If you know, you know.

Past occupations?
☁ Mercenary
☁ Assassin
☁ Weapons instructor

Relatives
☁ Mother-Nia - Deceased
☁ Father-Wren
☁ Sister-Maya (Triplet)
☁ Sister-Talia (Triplet)

Skills
☁ Stealth
☁ Resourceful
☁ Combat, land and water
☁ Charming & manipulative
☁ Knives/Daggers/Swordsmanship

History Summary
☁ Captain Nia Mapenzi was known through the Alidasht seas. Native from the Sakha region, she had taken the ocean by storm with her crew, commanding the sea with ease and amassing massive amounts of treasure. Wren, her first-mate, was not only her lifelong confidante but also her partner in both plunder and peril. Together, they were known as the twin flames of the high seas—a power couple whose tales of romance and raids were sung in every port and cove.

However, Captain Nia had also amassed as many enemies as she had treasure, and not just from all her pirating. From birth, she had carried a generational curse that much a magnet for danger as for gold. From her earliest days, this curse controlled her fate, drawing the gaze and greed of friend and foe alike. Yet, those who dared chase the whispers of her curse often found themselves entangled in her web of cunning and courage, outmatched and outmaneuvered at every turn by Nia and her loyal crew. Whispers in taverns and even shanties tell the tale of Captain Nia and her secret.

Then came one fateful evening that Nia and Wren spent together on their honeymoon in the captain’s quarters of their ship- Bahari's Wrath. Soon, Nia was pregnant with triplets. During her birth, enemies attacked their ship. As a result of lack of medical care, Kira’s mother Nia perished from her childbirth and injuries. Heartbroken with three children to care for, he retired from his sea days and went back to Sakha, to live in the city of Yola. Though her two siblings did not inherit the curse, it was evident that Kira did, and for the rest of her life she’d draw in those looking to exploit her the moment they discovered her secret.

Traumatized and haunted, he wanted to prevent Kira from suffering the same fate as her mother. He began teaching her to defend herself from a young age, spending more time on her than with her siblings. He noticed she had proclivity for using swords, knives and daggers and hand-to-hand combat. Kira was also quick on her feet, strong, and stealthy. Though he pushed her to master the arts of archery and firearms, she struggled with both of them. Perfection, he told her, was always out of reach. Kira strove to meet his unrealistic expectations every day, often wearing herself down to the point of exhaustion.

When Kira was ten, her curse was discovered in a public manner and targets were put on the family. Enemies had finally found Wren, the infamous first mate to Captain Nia Mapenzi and they weren’t going to let him get away easily again, especially knowing he had a very special daughter. The added stressor pushed her to train harder to protect her father the way he had protected her. Inevitably, Wren and Kira were confronted by enemies and to Wren’s surprise, she was able to kill some of the attackers and even managed to scare some off with her bloodlust and brutality. It was clear she had inherited her mother’s ruthlessness.

Wren and his children moved to the Varian Kingdom after that incident, but their enemies caught up with them after some months even there. They became vagabonds, moving from place to place often for safety. This lifestyle became Kira’s norm through her teens until she eventually caught the eye of an Iron Wolves member- Orion at the tender age of fifteen. He came to Wren with an irresistible offer: allow Kira to join the Iron Wolves, train and become an assassin and they would protect their family. Her father sealed the deal without asking Kira her opinion and forced her to join, eager to protect her and her siblings. They were especially curious about her curse, and used it to their advantage.

If Kira had not been proficient in fighting, then she would be now as she spent years with the Iron Wolves, engaging in situations of constant violence and high stakes. The protection from the Iron Wolves finally allowed her family to know more peace, but it was all too much for the young mind of Kira.

Nonetheless, as time went on, Kira and her family became more estranged as she became more entangled in the mercenary life. She unraveled as she grew up, because all she knew was violence and bloodshed. Her body count grew as the years went on and she became bloodthirsty. Kira was praised for her actions, and being a mercenary kept her family safe so nothing else mattered.

Brainwashed, and indoctrinated, Kira began to love being a part of the Iron Wolves. She soon rose throughout the ranks, though she had her failures at times especially during her youth. She even made her first real friend within the group. The two became quite close and were often on missions together.

However, over the last year, the friend abandoned her on a high stakes mission and left her alone. The betrayal tore her apart and left her utterly heartbroken. Unable to deal with her emotions, she started to question the Iron Wolves. If they would abandon her and leave her, then who else could she trust?

It was then she was approached by a mysterious figure, offering her the ultimate deal, one that outweighed that of the Iron Wolves. This person not only had the means to protect her family, but to assist her with controlling her curse. Kira accepted the deal and now resides in CaesoNia where her life has unraveled faster than a ball of yarn. Trapped in a deal with the devil, she is consumed by rage and pain. However, even while serving her new master and doing their bidding, Kira still has eyes for her number one target that she refuses to ever quit hunting down.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Morning
Location: Courting Mixer - Blossom Cafe
Interactions: @ReusableSword Roman
Mentions: @princess Charlotte
Aesthetic:
Necklace
Dress, hat & hair
Shoes

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After the wild night at the masquerade, Olivia had cried in Delilah's arms and begged her to let her run away. She had vented to Delilah her worries and fears. The woman had refused to allow it, and asked Gilbert to bring her some of the cake he had just baked. Olivia ate the food quietly and retreated to bed before Charlotte could find her. She didn’t need Charlotte to know what had transpired, nor worry her friend. It seemed the less Charlotte knew then the better. Throughout the night Olivia tossed and turned, and managed to scrape in a few hours at dawn.

Hours later, Delilah brought her the newspaper to read. Upon voicing her interest in the courting mixer, the maid smiled and helped her prepare, and even offered to go with her. Gilbert had arranged their breakfast which she quickly scarfed down as he chastised her to slow down. Olivia’s cheeks had reddened, but she heeded the man’s advice, and reminded herself she’d be in public today. This would be an important event for her and she couldn’t screw it up. Her confidence was shaken, but Liv nodded and cooperated with Delilah.

The fashion nobles wore astonishing clothes to Olivia; how could they afford these items? Her family could barely afford potatoes. She didn’t protest as the woman measured and helped her find the proper dress and accessories. After watching her struggle with high heels, the maid offered her flats instead which she would trip less in. Her feet were still hurting form the torture heels last night. Everything felt alien to her; the food, the attire, the accessories, and now the carriage she would ride in? If anyone had told Olivia she’d be living this life, she would have laughed at them and asked what they were smoking.

Gratitude for Charlotte and Delilah rose in her throat; she vowed to herself she would not fail them. Olivia had hugged Charlotte tightly and promised to hangout with her later. She climbed into the carriage slowly and stumbled on the ends of her dress. Olivia then cursed, which caused the maid to gently remind her not to swear either. Both Delilah and Gilbert decided to attend with her to watch over her upon Charlotte’s request. It relieved her to know she wouldn’t entirely be alone and it pained her to be away from Charlotte, but she knew she had to give her friend space as well. Something had happened last night and Olivia wanted to know, but it would have to wait.

Once at the courting mixer, Olivia slowly left the carriage this time so she didn’t fall. She smiled and was greeted by the friendly woman, Mingyu. Delilah and Gilbert were seated nearby. After she sat at the table with her number, Olivia nervously glanced around. There was Lady Thea, Drake Edwards, an unfamiliar blonde woman, and many other nobles she recognized, but didn’t know them. Olivia bounced her leg in anticipation until a glance from Delilah told her to stop. She fixed her gaze on the menu instead of staring around. That is, until the towering silhouette entered the cafe and loomed into her vision. Olivia smiled and relaxed visibly once she recognized Roman. How was this man so beautiful? Her breath caught and she swallowed quickly so she’d have a voice by the time he arrived.

”L-Lord Raven- Roman!” Olivia stuttered as he joined her table and swore to herself internally. ”Err, my apologies. Good morning, Roman. Thank you so very much, and so are you! You look handsome as ever!” Liv’s chest tightened as she began stringing together another sentence and did not betray the confidence she tried to display. The topic of the masquerade caused her fists to clench briefly on the menu, and she slowly took a deep breath to relax them. ”Yes, the masquerade was quite the event. It was fun seeing all the costumes.”

Or the wasted money that pig Calbert throws around…Piece of-

Olivia smiled sweetly as if nothing were wrong, and glanced at Delilah. Sit up. the woman mouthed and Olivia promptly sat up. Unfortunately, her chair scraped against the floor and she blushed with embarrassment. Praying that Roman wouldn’t say anything, Olivia returned the smile to her face. ”It seemed the ritual last night was… interesting.” Desperate to find another topic that didn’t involve their ridiculous evening, she added, ”So…. You’re a Blacksmith, right..?”

Please let the answer be yes…

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶 and Marek

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Olivia grabbed a few shots and danced to the music out of tune. For now, she wanted to forget her troubles. She attempted to remain near the foyer, but the crowd kept pushing her. She decided for now she didn’t care; she was lost in her own thoughts and the shots she consumed. She stumbled a few moments after grabbing a shot and caused the waiter to glance backward at her. Olivia ignored him and spun around with careless laughter. The room spun around her and she giggled with fun. It was fun until she bumped into a masked man and glanced at him with an apologetic smile.

”Sorry!” Liv giggled and went to move away, but noticed she had spilled some of her drink. ”Shhhiiit. Let me clean that up for you!” Liv grabbed a towel from a waiter and began to dab at his shirt with laughter. ”These drinks are good!”

As Olivia stumbled and bumped into him, Marek remained still, his gaze fixed on her. His expression, once calm and composed, twisted into a mask of intense fury as their eyes met. When she offered her apologies and attempted to clean up the spill, Marek's lips quirked into a subtle smile beneath his mask.

Unfortunately, Olivia noticed this, but the second her mind focused on it, then it was gone.

”No need to trouble yourself, my dear,” he said smoothly. He gently took the towel from her hand and began to dab at the spill himself.

Olivia watched as he took the towel. Curiously, she tilted her head to the side, mirroring her mask, and watched as he dabbed it up himself.

”Indeed, the drinks here are quite exquisite,” he continued, his tone casual. ”But perhaps you've had your fill for the evening?”

”No way, these drinks and I are friends. Oh by the way I’m Olivia Blackwood. Nice to meet you!” Olivia retorted. She giggled, as if it were the silliest idea on the planet. She set the shot glass on her head and twisted it into a rather clumsy yet elegant curtsy. A voice in the back of her mind pushed her to run away, but the alcohol inside of her numbed it. Liv grabbed the shotglass back into her hand and sipped the remainder of it.

”But I do take your apology to heart and there must be something I can do to resolve the situation better, yes? Your suit musta been expensive!”

A flicker of irritation crossed his feature. ”Olivia Hawthrone." he repeated her name, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery. “An intriguing choice of name you’ve made.”

Olivia watched him speak with her head tilted back to the side. She studied him and set the shot glass back on her head and folded her arms. ”You use a lotta big words.” She replied and giggled. His mockery of her name bewildered her. Why was this man acting hostile? Her heart rate quickened. She instinctively reached to her right side where she’d normally keep her magic book but there was nothing. A shot of panic rose through her.

Marek paused to study her reaction before continuing, “Perhaps we can play a game, Olivia… That would lighten my spirits.” His grin was audible in his tone as he leaned in closer to speak lowly in her ear. “You take off your mask …and I’ll take off mine.”

”A game, huh.” Olivia watched as a waiter came by and took her shot glass from her head. She huffed and grabbed another quickly before he disappeared. Her mind kept yelling at her to run but her mind was drowning from the alcohol. These were some strong drinks… ”That sounds a bit bold, don’t you think?” Olivia laughed as the adrenaline coursed through her. She laughed and removed it from half her face. ”Boo!”

There was a dark glint in his eye as he remained in his position. With deliberate slowness, his hand crept to his mask, lifting it from its place. “That mask is not the one I was speaking of,” he murmured. “You see, there's another mask you are wearing... But no need to take it off. I already see through it.”

Olivia’s smile remained on his face until he began to speak. Then, it crumbled like a cookie in milk. A cold chill rushed through her despite the warmth of the night. ”....” She went to speak, but no sound came out, and her heart rate intensified so loudly it was a wonder nobody could hear it.

Marek's touch sent a chill down her spine as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His voice, barely above a whisper, carried a weight of dread as he uttered a single word in her ear:

“Persephone.”

When he touched her hair, Olivia recoiled, but didn’t move. Her feet were planted to the floor like she was a flower being potted. The color drained from her face. What was going on? Did the magic spell do nothing? The shot glass she had in her hand abruptly fell. The loud shatter of glass caused people to look over with curiosity, but Olivia didn’t notice. Who was this man? How did he know? Why did he know? Was he one of Calbert’s lackeys? That meant….

”....I.. What? I don’t…” Olivia stammered. Now her mind was loud enough to hear her yells. She ignored the broken glass, and turned on her heels and ducked into the crowd. The crowd had split like the red sea with a mix of curiosity, bewilderment and surprise. Olivia quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Charlotte and Fritz disappeared from her mind entirely and she shot outside quickly into the night. The guards who had been chattering near the door watched her abruptly sprint out and called to her, but she ignored them. Her heart rate was intense like a war drum. She took off her godforsaken heels and grabbed her dress so she could run faster.

A mix of turquoise and black wandered near Marek. There was a shnort of derision and amusement as the figure passed and then disappeared as quickly as they had come.

Marek returned the mask to his face, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Evening
Location: Damien Estate Masquerade
Interactions: @princessCharlotte
Mentions:
Aesthetic:
braid
owl mask
dress and accessories

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Olivia swallowed and shook her head. ”I don’t think so.” Olivia’s voice was quiet and barely audible over the ballroom noise. She took several deep breaths to soothe her racing heart. There wasn’t any need to panic although the way he’d approached her, both at the beach and now, held more sinister tones. It was as though he was trying to recognize her. Rejecting his dance had been wise, but Olivia worried he’d continue pursuing her throughout the night. Was the magic spell all for nothing? She gritted her teeth. Fear was overwhelming her. She had a few peaceful days but it was over. Was she meant to never be at peace? Was she meant to live her life on the line? It felt as though her whole life was one big cosmic joke.

”I don’t… I don’t think it was a coincidence, but we can’t continue worrying or it’ll be suspicious. Why don’t we - “ Her voice was cut off as a group of dancers split them up. Liv inhaled and reached for Charlotte when a gloved hand took it instead. She looked up and her eyes widened to the size of the moon. A man with jet black hair, gray eyes and a black and red tuxedo stood before her. His ominous smirk sent shivers down her spine as they locked eyes. Olivia opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. He grinned as he released Olivia’s hand and swept into the crowd where Charlotte had been. She watched as Asher bumped into Charlotte, then he offered an apology and kissed her hand. Right after, he disappeared into the crowd. He moved like smoke from a fire; appearing one moment and disappearing the next, as if the fire had been extinguished.

If Calbert hadn’t rattled her nerves enough, this sent her overboard. Olivia grasped at her hair with utter panic and urgently tried to move towards Charlotte once more. She shoved a few people out of her way furiously, who turned glare and holler at her, but she ignored them. She grasped her friend’s arm and steered her off the dancefloor. ”Did he say anything to you? Did he do anything?” Olivia pressed urgently. Tears swam in her eyes and she struggled not to let them overwhelm her. ”I think we should go.”

The flashback pulled at her mind. She struggled to ignore it but she was unsuccessful. A starry eyed gaze filled her eyes.

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Flashback

Time: Late Evening
Location: Sorian Slums

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Soft footsteps sounded through the quiet streets of the slums. The pitter patter of the rain kept in time with her footsteps like a sadistic drum. Lightning clashed ahead of her, but she didn’t quit running. In fact, she welcomed the storm and wished it could become a monsoon that sucked this dismal world into it like a blackhole. She wondered how anyone else but a street rat like her could be outside, but these assholes kept a tight leash on their food. The backpack on her back continuously slammed against her, but she didn’t pay any mind to it. The treasures inside were worth the pain she’d endure.

With a piece of bread in her mouth, Persephone scowled. Behind her, the voices grew louder. ”Bitch! We’ll find you. You can run but you can’t hide!”

”We’ll see,” she muttered under her breath through a mouthful of bread. God, the warmth from it lifted her spirits. It was like the first Christmas she’d ever received a toy. Her stomach grumbled hungrily, but she didn't dare devour it yet.

As she ran, she briefly caught sight of herself. Her dirty blonde hair was mucked with grime and stuffed into a haphazard braid down her back; it was so thin that if she combed too hard it would begin to fall out. Her face was soaked with moisture from her tears. Her shirt was tattered and had holes in it she kept taping over, and her pants were too big so she’d created a makeshift belt with rope to keep it from falling. The soles of her boots were worn and begging for relief, but she didn’t have time to fix them. The laces were chewed by rats and had teeth marks in them. Seph would be damned if she let them go though; they were one of the last gifts from her family. Around her, the thunder rolled loudly, as if it were her heart.

Dogs barked in the background and she swore. Dogs! Dogs were chasing her now? For fucking bread? They had enough fucking bread! She groaned and turned the corner and began heading back towards the arena. Maybe she could hide in the stands? She didn’t know. All she knew was she had to escape fast. Seph managed to take a bite of the bread now as her stomach growled so loudly that she couldn’t tell if it was thunder or not.

Dizziness swept over her but she ignored it. There wasn’t any time for feeling ill; she had to escape, or she’d be dog chow. Couldn’t she have one win? One? The leeches and dogs behind her were growing louder. Seph panicked and turned left which turned into a dead-end. She took a few steps back and went to jump her way to the rooftops, but the voices were now behind her.

”Well well well, cornered like a rat - fitting aint it, Ed?” The man smirked as she slowly turned around to face her tormentors. The group office laughed as two of them restrained their dogs which barked and snarled at her hungrily. Mentally, she began to recognize him; the voice was familiar, and so was the looks. Was this…? Fury rose inside of her as did bile. This man… If this was him….

Persephone rolled her eyes and stuffed the bread in her pocket. ”Wow, you’re fuckin funny aren’t you? Bitch. The joke’s dumber than your ugly fuckin face. Surprised I’m not dead from staring at it. I bet your mama never loved you huh?”

The man growled at her and cracked his knuckles. ”Funny for a bitch outnumbered with two dogs included.”

”Wow, you can count and talk? I’m proud of you, fuckface.”

The tall blonde with vivid blue eyes stepped forward. This must’ve been the leader who’d screamed at her, because the group took a collective silence and awaited his next words. ”Lots of bravado. Your mama didn’t tell you to hold your tongue did she? We cut it out, you won’t be able to eat that bread and it’ll be in vain. Give us the fuckin bread back or we’ll make you.”

Persephone laughed spitefully, and took a bite of the bread. She spit a piece out towards the leader who glared at her angrily. The dogs howled with anticipation of ripping her to shreds. ”Or we’ll make you. Bullshit. You’re more talk than game, Eddy boy, maybe you should let fuckface talk instead. Or maybe the ginger asshole to your side?”

The more she spoke, the angrier the collective group would become. If she could buy enough time, maybe she could make a plan. Her mind swam with the rising temptation but she tried to ignore it. She couldn’t rely on magic. It ruined her family and her life. Her gaze narrowed as she watched the dogs forcefully be restrained and looked at the two holding them back, including ginger and his brunette companion who resembled an Ogre. Gross.

”Are you two pathetic enough you can’t fight and need the dogs? I should have suspected you’re a bunch of cowards.”

The two men moved with agitation and she turned back to Edward. ”How about you let me have this and we never meet again, yeah?” She smirked as she slowly moved into an offensive stance and began to mentally review a plan of action. This once, she’d use magic, this once.

While her left hand moved to her bread pocket, the right hand moved to her right side and made contact with an unknown object. She reached into her head as if to scratch it, then ripped out a lock of hair, dropped it and then whispered, ”Sine dolore.” A pleasant sensation overcame her, erasing any fatigue and numbing the ache all over her body. She spitefully took a bite of bread and then swallowed it.

”Whaddya touchin in your pocket, eh? We can pickpocket her dead body when we’re done, right?” He smirked at Edward who nodded and moved forward.

”You can do whatever the fuck you want with her but first, we get our food back, Asher.”

Seph laughed gleefully as they shuffled and took an offensive stance. ”Aww, five against one. I like my odds, gentlemen.” She mockingly bowed to them and grinned as she stood up. This only aggravated them, and the dogs continued to whine.

”But I like my fuckin bread better.” She beckoned Edward first as she prepared the next spell. ”Wanna be a good boy and come at me and show your betas what a strong alpha boy you are?”

There was a collective ooh from the group. Seph smiled sweetly and beckoned him again mockingly.

Edward glared at her; he knew he couldn't reject it and look as strong, so he smiled and shook his head. ”If you really wanna get your ass beat, I’ll oblige.”

”You know what obliged means? Congratulations - you don’t need a dictionary for that but what about this: Relaxatio.”

She grinned as the dogs began to fall silent and cease their endless whining and growling. They laid down and began to pant joyfully. Edward opened his mouth to respond, but confusion swept over his face instead. Ginger and Ogre next to him stared incredulously at their now silent and blissful companions. Asher scowled with rage. Seph cackled at their bewilderment and ignored the scent of iron in her nostrils. ”So much for your canine protection!”

”YOU BITCH! What did you DO?” Asher yelled furiously and charged at her, which was exactly what Seph hoped he would do. She sidestepped him and kicked his knee with all her might and sent him toppling down. She grabbed him by his hair and rammed him face first into the brickwall. There was a gut-wrenching crack as she successfully broke a bone; Asher screamed in pain. Blood began pouring from his face as he recoiled in terror and pain.

”I will not be your toy!” Persephone grabbed his head again and rammed it a second time, and knocked him unconscious. ”That’s for Max!” She turned to shove him into the oncoming ginger who could do nothing to dodge it. Asher was a tall and lumbering man. Seph tossed her backpack behind her now, knowing they were too focused on fighting her for it.

The two of them collided and both of them fell to the ground. As Seph attempted to jump out of the way, the Ogre grabbed her hair and punched her in the gut. She gasped as the wind was knocked out of her, and tears sprang to her eyes and clouded her vision. She stumbled and lost her balance, but the Ogre grabbed her by her hair and she yelped. She could feel the effects of being punched, but none of it caused her any sensation.

She turned and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and spat in his face. Shocked, he cried out and moved away, so Persephone quickly kicked him in the groin which caused him to fall back in agony. She didn’t stop there either; she jumped on his stomach - Ogre now screamed in agony and curled up on his side, successfully defeated. She sensed the incoming punch and turned to catch it from ginger who was now up and yelling in rage and - Seph could sense, fear. He had not expected such a fight from a scrawny young girl. She turned and furiously faced him as blood poured from her face and her right eye began to swell. Breathing fast, she spat out blood and a tooth to her side and raised her fists.

”You want more, bitch? Try me.” Her voice was defiant as ever, despite the breathlessness. He glared at her and shook his head.

”I dunno what kinda shit you just pulled but I ain’t letting you walk away.” He moved to punch her and she ducked underneath it and returned the gesture to his chin. He yelled out and kicked at her wildly which hit her in her groin and caused her to drop. She swore now as he kicked her in the face and then again on her side. Blinded, it took her several moments to recuperate. In the fray, her hands felt something cool and metallic; she turned to find a metal trash can lid. With blurred vision, she raised it and blocked his incoming attack; then swept his legs out from underneath him and watched him fall. As he did, she jolted up and smacked him in the head. He was knocked him unconscious as well.

This left her and Edward. She glared at him and spat out more blood and now bile. ”Run.” She commanded, raising her fists once more. ”Or I’ll embarrass you next.” Though her voice was weak, she gestured to the other three. ”Be my guest if you wanna end up like ‘em, coward. Your gang has had its fun in town but that’s coming to an end if you don’t fuck off. Bold of you to take five of your shitty men to corner little old me for some fuckin food.”

Edward said nothing and allowed her to speak, then chuckled with derision. ”Why, witch? I can watch you burn at the stake instead and we can own this part of town - I call that a win-win situation.”

Her blood ran cold and her glare at him began to falter. She shook her head and smirked back, breathing heavily. ”What?” Then she began to laugh and waved him off as if it were a joke. ”Nobody’ll believe your gang of misfits. Fuck you. You got your ass handed to you by a street rat.” Her heart began to hammer as she began to mentally prepare a third spell in case. He loomed towards her, and she began to circle him like a shark with dark laughter. ”If you know I’m a witch then you know my fighting skills aren’t my only talent, but I’m happy to show you both expertise.”

He glared at her, frustrated by her defiance, and angered by the fallen comrades and dogs that lay strewn in the alleway. ”Not if I silence you, little bitch.”

Seph mockingly laughed at him and beckoned him forward. ”Come and get me!” She stepped forward and avoided the punch; then ducked after the next punch. She punched him in the midriff, ducked, and then returned another punch, this time to his jawline. The kick he registered to her stomach caused her to recoil but remained standing; then spring forward lightly and punch him again; repeating the steps until she had single handedly taken him down. When he had finally fallen, Seph limped over to him and glared down at him. For good measure, she picked up the trash can lid and held it in front of her stomach protectively.

”Whose the little bitch now?” She watched as he struggled to remain conscious, awe-inspired and enraged. She spat the blood and bile into his face and smacked him with the trash can lid - this way the nail in the coffin as he struggled to sit up and fight back., but she’d had enough. ”Goodnight. Tell your friends you lost to me. Thanks for the bread and other treasures, by the way!” Seph watched his eyelids flutter close finally and glanced around the alleyway. The dogs remained blissfully unaware of the violence that had occurred. She watched them roll onto their bellies and snorted with laughter and then winced.

For good measure, she whispered, ”Invisio.” She limped over to the backpack, and grimaced as she wrapped her arms through it. Slowly she left the alleway, blood trickling down her face, and struggled to breathe as quietly as possible. In and out, slowly, one breath at a time. Nausea rose inside of her, and she had to keep stopping to become sick.

Finally, the storm began to clear, and now she could see. After what seemed like an eternity, Persephone entered the Tough Tavern. Some of the patrons glanced at the door opening by what seemed like itself, and then slowly shut.

Maxine's curly red hair bounced into view as she laughed at the patrons. ”Silly door, it opens by itself by the wind, ya? Storm was brewing roughly. Guess the wind hasn’t died.” She shut it and listened closely, and heard Seph's ragged breaths. To muffle the noise, she clapped loudly for the patrons. ”Free drinks for the inconvenience!” There was confused cheering but nobody seemed to hear Perspehone who headed upstairs with difficulty. Once inside, she collapsed onto the floor, fully visible now, and dropped the backpack from her back. It clattered to her side noisily. The room spun around her, she was sure this was the end.

The door shut then opened quickly; Maxine inhaled at the sight of her, then slowly began to move her out of the way of the doorframe. Seph laid there limply as the effects of all the magic began to slowly overwhelm her. Max carried her gently to the bed and began to tend to her wounds. ”Seph! Oh my Gods. What happened? Why are you always covered in blood?”

Persephone chuckled lightly and shut her eyes. It helped stop the room from spinning sickeningly. ”You should see the others.” At the look of panic, she laughed and then recoiled in pain and coughed up blood. This did not ease her maiden’s fear, but she waved her off so she could continue once she’d finished. ”Ed’s gang.”

At this, her eyes widened and horror filled her. “WHAT?”

”Don’t worry, I won. Go look at the bag if you wanna keep on yellin,” Max scrutinized her, then headed over to the bag. She rifled around then slowly pulled out the treasure Seph had claimed. She shook her head at the bread, butter, and other food items, then gasped in shock as she pulled out a large coral necklace with an “M” on it, two rings, and a teddy bear. Max whirled around to face her.

“What - oh my Gods - you got it back? All of it?” Max’s eyes filled with tears and she came over to gently hug her friend.

Persephone waved her off and curled up in pain. ”You're welcome.” She winced and she paled sickly.

”Hold on. Don’t move.” Max joked. Seph snorted with derision and then bit her tongue to keep from yelling in pain. Maxine quickly disappeared out of the room. Seph would have laughed if the pain wasn’t becoming overwhelming. Max promptly returned and helped her eat a small stash of pudding, then took the pain and sleep pills and helped her get comfortable in bed.

”Rest. Do not get out of bed. I’ll have Helga lock the door and won’t let anyone but us inside. If you need me, ring the bell beside you. And yes, Buttercup’s safe in the stable. She’s all fed.” Seph nodded and then soon fell unconscious against the bed. The last thing she saw was Max turning off the lights and locking the door from the inside behind her.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Flying above The Righteous Tern
Interactions: @Helo Bowyn ❄
Mentions: @Lava Alckon Bardulf ❄ @FunnyGuy Mister Luum ❄ @Tae Brigette ❄ @Pink Khione Zeva
Equipment: Small backpack, two knives, bow and arrow, rations, water flask, hygiene products, polearm, outfit

Rue went to reply but the words were lost in her throat. She nodded in agreement when Bowyn continued to speak. ”Me too,” Rue replied and looked over her shoulder to smile at him so he didn’t worry if he had started.

”I can’t see much either, but it would be nice to have more allies. I doubt it’s Luums, though who knows with him.” Rue contemplated the scenario and continued. ”Let’s hope it’s on our side.” She had a neutral stance on them; they were interesting to her. Like all species, she was wary of them as well. Her curiosity with the way they lived and behaved was inexplicable. Rue let out a soft smile.

”Maybe they’ll be a great ally. All we can do is hope for the best. If not, I think there’s enough of us to defend Bardulf.” Rue glanced over at Starfire and patted her neck. The Pegasus whinnied loudly with joy and caused Rue to laugh. Soaring in the skies with Bowyn and Starfire was relaxing and fun, especially over the sea which she thought she would never see as a young fae growing up. The salt breeze against her face and the wind her hair and wings was worth the struggles she’d endured to come this far; especially with someone as handsome and loyal as Bowyn. She reached over and took his hand gently. ”I wish we could stay up here forever, away from the war, but we’ve risked too much to leave it now.”