Responsibility belongs not to the name stenciled on the mantel, but to the one who carries the mantle.
9 yrs ago
"Strike me down, and I'll not fight back; Threaten my brothers, and even death will not protect you from my wrath." -- Blackswordkirito I couldn't have said it any better myself.
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I average 1-3 posts per week, usually per RP, but sometimes total.
@DestinyStar It's a'ight. It happens, and it's not like she hasn't been very distracted by relatives lately, so it'd be easy to play off and just add to the next post if you want to.
@lovely complex Oh, and the minor mending I mentioned in my post, was for Rini, and should burn through the Alcohol in her system in about five minutes, results vary by subject. That's technically calling a hit, though it's a beneficial "hit", it's still a hit so I'll edit it out if you want.
Bah, fine, take Reaper's obvious fancy leather gifts and completely ignore Edgar's obscure offer of goods. :P (Scarlet and Reaper both technically have a PM from Edgar offering to craft medium or heavy armor pieces/sets, if either of them need or want it. Max level 15 on the gear, but it's the best that can be made in the game for that craft tier and on par with the rarest drops/quest rewards for that level)
Calder considered the little thing before him, and wondered which God he'd angered to cause the recurrent appearance of bright little things in his particular vicinity. A quick glance towards Sirius confirmed that he was enveloped in something else entirely, and was unlikely to be the source of this particular iteration of humanity, if indeed she was as she seemed. Given the mention of blood magic, and her apparently unchaperoned attendance of the wedding, he highly doubted she was what she appeared to be. Still, she'd obviously already been in her cups, a minor insult as Calder understood it, though again she didn't seem to be particularly aware of herself. And now his own silence was bordering upon rudeness, so he spoke up, though he chose his words carefully, not quite perceiving the reason or purpose of her address. His voice was surprisingly soft and warm, akin to a calm summer sea.
"Hello Reena. My name is Calder Dylan. Are you excited to see the wedding Rini?"
Calder glanced over at Ludelle, ready to try and mitigate any misunderstanding, if it caused a disturbance. She seemed to be enjoying herself though, not that it was much assurance to Calder, considering what he'd been able to learn of her last love interest. Perhaps he'd wander over in a moment and introduce Rini, as a pretense to get a better gauge of the hellspawn. Calder returned his focus to the little girl and, out of consideration of his neighbors, began a small mending, greatly accelerating the metabolism of alcohol in her system temporarily. If she wanted to get wasted at the reception, she'd have no issues doing so, but for the next little bit she would find her buzz annoyingly illusive, and would no longer feel the negative effects of the drink after a few moments mending.