Herald's of Change

[PoetLore]

Caela ignored the whole brutal 'healing' of the woman's wound choosing instead to sit motionless in her chair and watch the two at the head of the table. Whatever this was, and whatever the intent, they were the only two who were aware of it. She had little thought for anyone else. Should she choose to join whatever undertaking was about to be proposed, then she would take note of her compatriots and make careful note of their strengths and weaknesses.

People began introducing themselves but she did not feel inclined to join them at that time. She waited and her patience was rewarded when the hooded man began to speak. Kill the unkillable one? A truly worthy and indeed noble exploit to her mind's thinking, but could it be accomplished. She looked around the room then curiously. The one who's proclaimed himself to be Otto, had shown magical ability with fire. She could sense more in the spirit of those seated but was it enough?

"I am Caela Varyn," her voice seeming louder than normal, "My power is wind." Since Otto had afforded the group with a show of his power, she stood and lifted her hand. A small vortex formed, seemingly nothing, but it began to move the air in the entire room until all would feel the force of it pushing against them. She closed her hand in a fist and the air suddenly went completely still. She turned then to look at the cloaked man seated at the head of the table, "Is there sufficient power in this room to carry out your plan?"

 

[signed Kiss]

Character: 'Kth'
Location: Satile, Suburb of the Ruby City
Interaction: Lucien @conman2163 Otto @Dakota K5 Lysithian @Verran Tyler Haak & Daisuke Hirragi @SoleStride Raymond @Giftvi
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The dark-skinned woman sat quietly through most of the sudden whirlwind of activity. First the woman with black hair and blue eyes entering the room, immediately taking notice of the bleeding woman as well as the height of one of the men who seemed to be in charge of this... operation. Then the small one from the corner, clearly distrusting of the situation, moving closer towards the door as if to make some attempt at escape, or perhaps simply preparing for the worst. Her blank expression shifted only when the bear of a man, who addressed himself as 'Otto', taking to the injured woman's wound in a manner that she did not expect. Dark eyes went wide when the large man's eyes began to glow like heated coals, and the metal of his blade most certainly began to heat. She shifted back in her chair slightly as she watched in stunned silence as the glowing knife was pressed to the woman's bleeding shoulder. Surprisingly, suspiciously, the things that seemed to unsettle her more than the woman's cries of pain were the words that left the mouth of a man who she hadn't noticed enter the room. Her head snapped towards him as the word 'Cousins' left his lips, dark eyes now darting between him and everyone else in the room. Perhaps seeking some silent explanation for the use of the term, or to see if there were any in the room who even remotely resembled this man. Taken so off her guard she barely noticed the next woman who entered the room until she felt the sudden chill sweep past her.

To make matters seemingly worse for the now jumpy woman there was a sudden slam from somewhere above them. Immediately she lifted her covered right arm to her chest, almost as if to protect it, as she looked around the room for signs of... well. Anything. Anything to make logical sense of this situation. She knew why she had been summoned to this place, knew what she was supposed to tell people were her reasons for arriving in the capital, but this? Exactly what in the world was going on here?

Strangely, it was the sudden posturing of yet another strange man who entered the room that seemed to almost calm the woman down. Her right arm lowered back into her lap, her expression shifting from shock and mild fear back to a calm and oddly neutral expression. Though her head silted ever so slightly as the man kept talking, her gaze quickly drawn to the woman who followed him instead. She took little notice of the man who stood, offering the assistance of herbs to the large man in order to ease the pain of the now burned woman until the large man, Otto, mentioned introductions. Only two were given, though one was from a woman who had to be the tallest person she'd ever seen before.
Then, the cloaked man spoke;

We are going to kill a god.

The shift of expression was not as drastic as when the large man had revealed his abilities for the first time. The only part of her face that shifted were her eyes as they now seemed to move from face to face in earnest. Searching for any kind of telling reaction, or perhaps some hint of just what her own should be. After all, this certainly wasn't the story she had been told those many moons ago. It made sense, though.

Would she have come had she been asked to help kill a god?

Again her thoughts were interrupted as once again the man with auburn hair addressed them all as 'Cousins'. Though the injured woman, she who called herself Tasarla, did have a point. The Tsar did promise them safety and happiness under his rule, and though the second part could not be found in most individuals the former certainly could... Well. No, no it could not. After all, people like herself could not truly operate in a world where safety was supposed to be guaranteed and infinite.

For a moment she simply closed her eyes before releasing a heavy sigh. "Kth will do." It was a sound more than a word that left her mouth as she stood, her monotone voice filling the silence left after Caela's introduction. She moved with cautious steps over to the man holding out the herbs, moving carefully to take the small wooden box. If these were to be her new comrades, her new employers, she would have to do all she could to assist them. "These. How do you use them?"

 

[Elvario]

Melaina Sullivan
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Melaina was stunned at the declaration 'we're going to kill a god'. Enough to ignore the idiotically large newcomer and her nonsense. Melaina was pretty sure she knew exactly what this kind of statement meant, and she didn't like it one bit. However, if this was the kind of thing she expected it was, there was no way she could walk out of it. They basically admitted to be planning to assassinated the Tsar, so anyone whom heard about this had to be in it or they were soon to be six feet under. They wouldn't risk someone walking out and having a loose enough tongue to start talking about their plans. 'It seems like I've got no choice then...' She realised she should play along until there was a chance to escape. Going to the Tsar or his goons was more suicidal than trying to team up with this group of misfits, that much was sure.

Well, that was one part out of the way. She'd finally let her guard down and play along with this ridiculous plan, for as long as needed. It left her with a second deliberation to make. How to deal with the pervert staring at her feet. How to reply. It'd be suspicious if she simply accepted it all, maybe even more than it would be for her to reject the very idea of it, like the half-elven drama queen was doing. She figured she might as well correct Tarsala. "You should really do something about your ability to judge character if you assume everyone here to be nice people."

As if to punish her mean-spirited ways, she was almost pushed over by a sudden gust of wind stemming from a certain Caela Varyn. Once more, if looks could kill, the woman would have ended up half past dead. 'Show-off...' Sadly enough, the show-off did make a valid point. Against her better judgement, Melaina couldn't help adding to it with more than a little passive aggression in her pronunciation of 'blown away'. "She has a point. They won't exactly by blown away that easily."

It left her with one final obstacle to overcome. Everyone should have a seat though. 'Really...' Was she supposed to be a professional climber as well now? No, this wasn't where she'd fail. She'd rather slid someone's throat than accept their help, so if anyone were to try and approach her, they'd feel the same level of violent intend that you'd feel when trying to pat a rich girls bag-carried accessorial chihuahua. No, she'd overcome this obstacle on her own. First she needed a plan. Yes, some chairs were rather 'ornate' and pillow-filled. Good. She headed over to the one with the most 'loose' pillows in it and pulled on it, which worked. Having successfully managed to hoist the pillows out of the chair, she could set to work with step two of the plan. Using the pillows as a stepping stone, she was able to climb into the chair. From there, she was able to hoist the pillows back into the chair. Still, her mission wasn't over yet, as placing the pillows back normally would mean she couldn't look over the edge of the table. No, she had to carefully construct a small pile of pillows, leaving none on the backside of the chair, as a way to sit high enough to look over the table. It took some balancing, but she eventually succeeded, a bit tired and sweaty, but she stubbornly proceeded as if nothing odd had occurred whatsoever.

Now being able to barely see over the table, whilst making sure to keep her balance on the pillows, she proceeded with a one-eyed stare at the guy in charge.

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Mentioned: Lysithian @Verran
Interacted with: Tasalra @Kyatto Caela @PoetLore Lucien @conman2163

(Italics are thoughts, bold is speech.)

 

[Elvario]

Aliza
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Aliza wasn't sure why, but a nearby guy who was volunteering himself for cleaning services, seemed to be pretty interested in everyone's boots. Figuring she'd be nice, Aliza gave the air in front of him an air-kick, holding still for a moment to really show off how cool her greaves were. "Do you like them? They're self-made~" Figuring out how to make her own boots was a lot less troublesome than finding ones that managed to fit her size on this continent. For a while she debated whether or not to step on him to give him the full experience of just how amazing her boots were.

Aliza was interrupted by the mention that they wouldn't be sacrificing anyone. "That's great~" She was also asked to take a seat, which she did, making the seat creak quite it bit, but it managed to hold her. She didn't quite get the entire 'killing a god' part though. "What kind of cult kills gods? I thought they worshipped them." That said, she laughed at Tasarla's mention of dying. "Don't worry girl, I won't die easily~ So far I've got a great track record of surviving." She wanted to lean over to give Tasarla a pat on the back to go with it, but realising that's where the burn-marking ritual had taken place, she quickly adjusted it towards a semi-awkward pat on the head.

The next thing to catch her attention was the dark-eyed 'Kth' as she introduced herself with the weird sound. "Kith..?" It was the closest to something name-like she could make out of it. She felt like she'd risk sending drops of spit flying if she were to go full on the 'kth' sound. "Unless you want to risk being spit at, can I just call you Kith?"

She had to resist with every fibre in her body not to pick up the Fae and put her in the chair, to the point where she had to actively look away from the tiny creature's attempts to hoist herself into a chair. In an attempt to distract herself from it, before her first impression as a kidnapper of anyone cute enough was set in stone on their first meeting, she decided to make small-take with the guy whom had just burned Tasarla. "So... do you burn-mark people often?" Real smooth.

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Interacted with: Lysithian @Verran Lucien @conman2163 Tasalra @Kyatto Kth @signed Kiss Otto @Dakota K5

(Italics are thoughts, bold is speech.)

 

[Kattzillaa]

Tasarla Ekko
Interactions: @Dakota K5 , @Elvario ​

Tasa pouted up at Otto a bit as an annoying stinging pain took over her shoulder blade which only caused her to keep it more still. Her eyes glanced around and caught sight of Otto's display of power. It was fire and the only thing that came to mind was water for her. She had never liked fire and refuse lighting the logs at the bar... they always seemed damp anyway.

As she thought of putting Otto's flames out with water it seemed to just happen. Water dripped off the man and no part of her felt bad, she did not like fire... especially after her wound.

The awkward pat from Aliza comforted her a small bit and a tiny smile took over her face. Though this was interrupted by the tiny girl's statement about her judge of character. She worked in a bar for gods sake... "Oh... I'm sorry I was talking about everyone else. I did not mean to group you in with them." The tone was sweet and kind but the statement stood for itself. Tasa may have been small and cute but she has sass... Her own sort of fire or water. Perhaps that was what Otto saw in her earlier and why he had helped her. A flask found its way from her boot where it was hidden, clearly for emergencies. This shit was too stressful and she was a bartender so she did what she does best... take a swig from the flask.

 

[Dakota K5]

Otto White
Interaction: Tasarla @Kyatto, Aliza @Elvario
Mention: Caela @PoetLore
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Otto cast a glace at the now named gypsy, Tasarla, she would, of course, have reservations since she just walked into all this but before he could say anything to her a large dragon-like woman made her presence known and a small smile made it's way to his face as he saw her, he had always wanted to meet one of her kind first hand but never had a chance which got him excited and she seemed a friendly sort which was even better.
Before he could speak to her but the now named Caela made her power and name know with a small vortex of wind, Otto countered as his eyes lightened a bit and his skin seemed to turn a shade paler as he pushed off a small gust around himself just to keep Caela's from blowing his hair around.

He let his power settle as he looked at the dragon woman who was speaking to him, Aliza if he recalled correctly, asking him about burn marking. "Only the ones I like." He offered with a shrug, he would have said more but he was suddenly covered in water, the offender, Tasaral, commented but he wasn't paying attention as he spit out a bit of water and wiped his face.
"My dear if you wanted to see me without my shirt on you need just ask." Otto said with a deadpan as he indeed did take off his shirt, exposing the scarred skin and muscle below before he twisted it in his hands letting water drip away before his eyes returned to orange and the air around his heated and steam started to waft off his body as he heated himself to evaporate the water and listened in on what the others were talking about.​

 

[PoetLore]

Caela noticed that Otto was able to keep the wind from affecting his immediate vicinity and a tiny smirk curled the corner of her lips for a mere second. She nodded to him in acknowledgement and then listened to everyone else. This seemed to her to be quite the ragtag group, but throughout history such forces had accomplished unheard of feats through unified purpose and dedication. The idea of being part of history in such a manner appealed to her. If she were to die in such a manner that would only be a plus, since she had precious little holding her to this barren earth.

She remained quiet as the others spoke and made their thoughts known. She did have the fleeting thought that the woman who'd suffered through the cauterization was a bit too naive for such an endeavor, but perhaps there was something about the woman she was unaware of at this moment. The tiny one had spunk and she liked that, Otto seemed to have more than his share of arrogance but at least it seemed to be backed by power as well. There were many in the room who had yet to speak. Glancing around the room her mind had to wonder if anyone who did not agree to take part would leave alive. If they did she'd see they did not get far, since such knowledge would mean a swift end to their plans.

 

[SoleStride]

Tyler Haak
Location: Satile, Suburb of the Ruby City
Mentioned: conman2163, Elvario, Dakota K5, Giftvi, Kyatto, signed Kiss, Polaris North, Verran, PoetLore, Kurogane86

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With just a twitch of her eyebrow it was probably clear that Tyler was a little surprised with Otto's question. Was he really asking that? Did he actually assume that Daisuke would ever stop? Maybe that thought had never crossed her own mind. The dude was still so into this game after so long that it had never occurred to her that a time could come when he would just… stop trying.

"It was a maid outfit this time. Custom-made, I think. One I haven't seen here before. He hid all my clothes so until I find them, I'll be helping myself to whatever I want from his own collection. If this doesn't stop maybe I should just settle down and get hitched? Think he'll quit then?"

She shrugged her own question off, not really expecting an answer. It was hard to say really, whether something like that would actually be effective. She looked back down at the injured woman while Otto told her what had transpired before her arrival. He was right about not treating her probably leading to having more work to do though and Tyler wasn't interested in getting her hands dirty again so quickly after having just cleaned up. And if he said he felt something akin in her, then Tyler would trust that. She gave the burly man a pat on the shoulder, leaving him as he stood to address the room. His introduction would have been enough to make her laugh if she was the type to do such a thing in public. But unlike him, and a few of the guests that followed suite, Tyler did not intend to introduce or make a spectacle of herself. She didn't really know these people and there was no reason to trust them with… well, really anything.

Despite this whole thing not really being her scene, the woman made her way toward Lucien's seat, giving him a nod in greeting and then plopping down into a nearby chair. She crossed one long leg over the other, unbuttoning her stolen suit jacket as she got herself comfortable. From there, she was able to watch the guests start to make an introduction here or there. She noted in particular, a very tiny woman who introduced herself as a Fae. She was forward and observant, but most of all, she was tiny and adorable which caught Tyler's eye instantly. She just wanted to put the little thing in her pocket and keep her close. A very large woman also drew her attention, and Tyler's eyes swept up and down her large form for a moment, her thoughts in various places regarding that one. No one would be able to tell what thoughts were crossing her mind by the incredibly bored expression that remained on her face, her posture unchanging, and her mouth shut.

Once Lucien had bluntly come out with his plan, a few complaints surfaced as well. As expected. The wounded woman decided to speak up in protest, earning her a simple glance from the Tyler, but nothing more. No reason to argue with her. People who weren't in agreement were free to leave. Or at least try. Another woman with evident wind powers gave her own display as if trying to show what she was capable of. Her question of having sufficient power did cause a slight twitch at the corner of Tyler's lips, a slight slip up from trying to hold back the urge to smirk, or even laugh. There was so much she could say to that, but like always, she kept silent, preventing herself from seeming too much like she belonged at the head of this table with Lucien and Otto. If no one knew anyone here, she could be mistaken as some random chick. Or was the suit a dead giveaway? Damn that Daisuke.

But one thing led to another, and like the majority of their usual exploits, the meeting was turning into some sort of fiasco before their eyes. Some of the women were getting sassy with each other and one of them had drenched Otto to the bone in water. Tyler tilted her head to the side a little as he took off his shirt, taking in the view. She made sure to catch Daisuke's eye as well, gesturing slightly toward the fit fire user in a way to indicate that THAT is how one looks at the goods. If she was lucky, the pervert would stew on that, even if only for a little bit. To egg him on more, she decided to join in on the banter. If her cover was blown anyway… And she was getting awfully bored.

"Otto, you've been working out. We appreciate your service." She tipped her hat to him, hoping for some fun commentary to keep her busy while people did whatever else in the meantime. She had nothing else to do other than to watch her cohorts play with these strangers.

 

[conman2163]

Lucien
Location: Satile, Suburb of the Ruby City
Mentioned: @Elvario @Dakota K5 @Giftvi @Kyatto @signed Kiss @Verran @PoetLore @SoleStride @Kurogane86

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Lucien waited for his dramatic reveal of the job to roll over the room. The woman on the cot was obviously nervous, she voiced likely the most reasonable complaint out of all of them. Why try and mix up the order of things? It wasn't like they had a right to do so. The oldest texts of the Empire clearly indicated it was the Tsar who had protected the kingdom against a great calamity thousands of years ago. If any had a right to rule it was him. He fixed his eyes on the gypsy woman. "The reason why we are going to try and take him down is clear." He said clearly as he shifted his eyes back to the rest of the room. "As is the reason I have hired you to help me. You are all renowned enough in your business, plus the few extra who have found their way in. I promised you a large sum of riches would be stolen and divided between you, and so it will be. The largest accumulation of wealth that this world has ever known will be divided among you. The Tsar's personal treasury." He waited for a moment for that to settle with the group gathered, even as the small fae settled into her chair finally. "It's a dangerous job, more dangerous then any of you have done before. If you don't want to join that's fine, but I can't let you leave this mansion until the job is over." He drummed his fingers momentarily. "That said, those of you who do plan to join in the festivities should prepare yourselves. We'll be having a test of your abilities in about three hours. A raid on the Inquisition Offices."

 

[Kattzillaa]

Tasarla Ekko
Interaction: @conman2163 , @Dakota K5 , @SoleStride , @PoetLore ​

Tasa blinked in surprise as she took another drink from her flask. The water that steamed off of Otto's hot body, no pun intended, wasn't expected. All she did was think about it and it happened... Tasa kept that in mind as she snatched his shirt and slipped it over his head. It was hers now because he had ripped her shirt to bits! It was hers now and if he wanted it then he's have to rip it to peices too... Besides he looked nice shirtless. Nicer than most of the men at her bar and she couldn't help stare for a second before looking toward Lucien who spoke to her.

"I still don't think this is a good idea but I'd rather not die..." She definitely stood by that statement as her wound stung a bit. Going through that again wasn't on her bucket list any time soon. After the statement Tasa decided she might stay, it's not like the bar was waiting for her.

Her mind wandered back to the water that mysteriously poured over Otto and she thought about it again. This time she thought about much colder, harder to heat up water... Iced and chilled and definitely not for bathing. A splash of water was heard again and she glanced up at Otto. Confusion took over.

"How-How?" Her voice wondered while standing in front of him, ignoring the searing pain as she moved her arm.

 

[Giftvi]

Raymond Arcen​

A sigh of relief. That was his reaction as he looked towards the gypsy woman whom had not rejected his aid yet. May he not be a studied doctor he had practiced in this field.

His curiosity lying a bit further upon the strange woman and man whom had entered the room and seemed acquaintances of Otto and this other man. At the mention of introductions... well his posture before further curled inwards, his shoulders risen up slightly. Glancing around he did not utter anything.

Looking at this display he would begun to look around. As he kept his mouth shut, hoping to not garner the attention of all these individuals. Before thinking on what would happen if any would mention this fact and he would garner even more attention instead. Unsure on what to do, he would put begin to tear into his finger nails, listening to the words of the fellows around him. Nervously wondering when one would state it. Which was sooner then he thought, as the woman of smaller stature would be quite frontal, though her reasoning was a lot better then his.

He was about to exclaim something out of just instinctive awe at the words this man uttered, but no words came out. Only a gasp of air as his face tensed up and for the first time he would look directly into Lucien. Trying to look into this man's eyes and what was behind them after having said such words without a tremble to them. Simple and direct, he believed at least that this man fully understood what those words meant more then any of them.

Yet in a quick fixation whatever attention was on Lucien left, as the woman behind him had come closer and spoke up to him. Glancing down at the ground again. ''Ah ah. Slaiger it on the skag... Graze the scaur.'' Pointing at the pouch afterwards. ''Lass need to sipple that with water.'' His ears tensed up as he began to hear the conversations happening at the same time, and a tensed face with one eye partially closed and a half a gap mouth indicating a confusion.

As Tasarla began to move her arm, thereby also moving her shoulder Raymond began to utter. ''Let the saw work'' in a quiet voice.

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@conman2163 @Elvario @Dakota K5 @Kyatto @SoleStride @signed Kiss @Polaris North @Verran @PoetLore @Kurogane86 ​

 

[Elvario]

Melaina Sullivan
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Although Melaina raised a bit of an eyebrow at Tasa's reaction, she was quick to formulated a reply to it, in a tone similar to Tasa's. "Good, that's the first correct judgement. A few more and you might stand a chance to live a couple more days." Considering Tasa immediately went to drinking, after making Otto wet, Melaina didn't have high hopes for her. It marked the moment that a rivalry between the small and cute was born.

She ignored a few events to focus on Lucien, as he finally got into a bit more detail. Sadly enough, his plans were severely lacking in detail. Whilst doing her best to balance herself on the mountain of pillows, trying to look over the table just well enough to directly face Lucien, she began her inquiry. With some luck, her comments made enough sense for the others to back her up. "I'm not sure about the others, but if it would just be the wealth I wanted, there are far easier targets to go after. Targets with a lot less risks involved, yet still a decent reward. Even plundering this very mansion would be a more than decent haul."

She paused a moment. "Don't get me wrong, I've got enough reason to want that bastard dead. It's rather annoying, having had your entire species decimated by him. With or without insane treasure at the end of he road, if you've got decent plans to get rid of him, I'm in. In fact, I'd rather appreciate it if you just gave up on the failed attempt at translating this assassination plan towards that of a simple robbery. Your previous statement of killing a god sounds far more enticing then your current statement of robbing one." Another bit of pause, as something seemed to come to mind. "That said, I'd at least like payment for my involvement. To reduce the chances of being used as a sacrificial pawn, so to speak."

She wasn't done yet. "Now, let's say that, for example, everything goes well. First of all, we're not going to be used as sacrifices. Secondly, you've got a plan that's decent enough to work. Thirdly, we're among decent enough company to avoid any betrayals. If all those debatable points are tipped in our favour, and we'll actually bring the Tsar down, then what?" She glared a one-eyed glare at Lucien. "I'd rather not end up with three daggers in my back and just another flavour of bastard on the throne, only now with less power and more civil wars and infighting. No matter how bad the current situation is, it'll only be worse if we carelessly dismantle it. So what's going to happen afterwards?"

There was a final inquiry to make. "Oh, and I'm sure you've read up on it, considering the invitation, and I'm even sure you can see it for yourself, but I won't be of much use in the field. If you want my abilities tested, I'll give you some scrolls and tell you how to use them. You'll see just how valuable they are." She figured that her chances of survival were a lot higher if she stayed in this mansion, as well as her chances to make a decent profit, but most of all, her chances to run off if things would eventually start to go wrong would be considerably higher. She had little faith in this plot, but if her earlier questions were answered at least somewhat competently, she would be willing to stick with it for as long as it had a small chance of success or for as long as it was profitable, preferably both, either one would do. She awaited her answers whilst Otto would get another free shower.

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Mentioned: -
Interacted with: Tasalra @Kyatto Lucien @conman2163

(Italics are thoughts, bold is speech.)

 

[signed Kiss]

Character: 'Kth'
Location: Satile, Suburb of the Ruby City
Interaction: Tasarla @Kyatto
Mentions: Aliza & Melaina @Elvario Otto @Dakota K5 Lucien @conman2163
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For a brief moment, her gaze shifted to the large woman, her expression somewhere between confusion and annoyance, before she turned her attention back to the box of powder and the injured woman.

"As you will..."

If there had been any more she would have said it was completely lost to the sudden sound water. Where had it come from? And why was it specifically Otto who had been suddenly drenched? She was unsure, though certainly surprised. Instinctively she took a half-step further from the puddle of water forming on the floor before her attention turned back to Tasarla. Or more specifically, the flask in the woman's hand. While there was a small chance that it was water there was also a very strong chance that it wasn't. Kth was in no way medically minded, but she had enough scars of her own to know the slightest hint of what she should do. Even as the woman sought to take Otto's shirt, Kth moved to move it enough so that her newly formed scar would be fully visible. "

"Let it breathe-"

Again, suddenly the sound of a miniature downpour and the man was now covered once again in water. Her eyes shifted from the large man to the now genuinely confused woman and, rather instinctively, she took the flask from the woman's hand. There was clearly a reason this woman had been allowed to stay in the room while the man Lucien announced his plans. Sure, there was a chance that she wasn't the culprit, but she had a sneaking suspicion that she was.

"Calm your thoughts. Don't think. And don't move your arm. Though I suppose, to die of infection would be preferable to a disadvantageous plan."

While the Fae began to more or less interrogate the man who most likely brought most of them here, Kth decided to take what little advantage of the situation that she could. Momentarily setting both the flask and the box of powder down, Kth removed Tasarla's newly acquired shirt and dipped it into the now much larger puddle on the floor. Then, holding the shirt above the box, she allowed some of the water to saturate the powder, mixing it lightly with her finger before moving to Tasarla's side. Then, without much warning, she began to apply the newly formed paste directly to the woman's burn, begin careful not to press too hard. If she was listening to or agreed with, any of Melaina's questions or concerns, her face showed no indication of it.

"As you will be staying here for some time now, it seems," she mused aloud, certainly not as concerned as one should be when met with the realization that now people simply couldn't leave this mansion even if they wanted to, "Once you are feeling up to it, please, allow me to look at your shirt so that I might mend it for you."

 

[Kattzillaa]

Tasarla Ekko
Interaction: @Grifta , @Elvario , @signed Kiss , @Dakota K5 ​

Tasarla looked the most confused at that moment. Where had that water come from? It was ice cold as she imagined it to be as well. It was odd but she could not dwell on it as a rather scary looking white haired woman pulled her or rather Otto's shirt off. A weird paste covered her wound causing her to flinch a bit.

"Uh... Thank you... Kth?" She recalled while holding onto Otto's shirt and slipping it back over when Kth finished. A man also helped her with the wound and she smiled at their kindess. The dwarf girl was wrong, they were nice. Even if they were criminals. Though after the paste was on she slipped the shirt back on and a weird tingling feeling took over her body. It was rather strange and odd but she didn't think much of it.

"Would you... like some?" Tasa offered Kth while holding her flask up a bit.

 

[Dakota K5]

Otto White
Interaction: Tasarla @Kyatto Kth @signed Kiss
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Once was understandable and as such Otto was able to brush it off with a casual quip and a bit of steam but twice was not so nice. "You're like a newborn horse Tasarala Ekko, the ability but no control." His eyes stayed the orange color but they deepened a bit as he fixed the gypsy-like woman with a stare, the ambient temperature around him, her and by extension Kth who inserted herself into the situation raised as the colder water took more energy and more heat to evaporate though some of it was directed at Tasarla. "I would ask you not do that again, my patience is finite and I can be a violent man." Otto delivered the line with a smile as the heat increased for a moment before his eyes made their way to Kth.
He could feel her power was akin to his, the flame. "Kth, correct? You got the flame in you too." Otto took in the details of the woman, from the long sleeve to the head coverings that made her barely visible. "Hmm, I think you'll take to this power well but that is for the future." Otto spoke again before turning to the meeting and words being exchanged between the small Fae and Lucien and Otto had to admit that the small Fae was smart, her words held much and he'd have to give her credit for not blindly accepting Lucien at his word as well as questioning the future of their plans should they succeed. ​

 

[Kurogane86]

Daisuke Hirragi

Daisuke walked up to the group of familiar faces. "Evening all, Evening." as he walked up he pulled a monocle out of his pocket and affixed it in place. "ho, ho, cheerio" He said as he walked up. He noticed there was a woman bloody and who was recently on fire. "Holy shit!" he said the monocle falling from his eye to the floor shattering the glass. "damn it, do you know how expensive this damn thing was." He realized he dropped his character and went back in to his way of speaking. He placed the busted monocle back in his eye. "good Heavens!" The monocle fell again. "hurry some one summon the Barber/surgeon." He said as looked around. He settled once Otto took care of everything. "Good Show, old bean."

He sat back as they all introduced themselves, when it was his turn he spoke up. "Well, I am known as Lord Daisuke Hirragi of the Hiroshima Hirragi's My powers are." He dis-appeared in front of everyone and reappeared right next to the Chibi character that introduced herself as Melaina. He looked at her trying to hold back his smile. "Ka..." he pulled it back. "yes, you are quite compact aren't you. Good Show." He walked back to his original space and let the next person talk. Daisuke cleared his throat with Lucien's rude remark that was clearly aimed at him. "I say, how rude. I am of noble birth on my mother side. once removed."

Daisuke turned to see that somehow Otto was soaking wet and that Tyler was checking him out. He walked over and placed his shoulder on her head. "take it all in girl, look at those chiseled muscles. Is Otto the only one that's....Soaked?" He said as he turned around. "I'm fine with sloppy seconds." he said in a low voice. "yes, Top drawer." he said loudly as he walked to check out the others. He was quiet for a while as he walked around looking at their abilities. they all seem green. but they did survive till now so who knows. I wonder how old the Chibi is? What is the legal age in this area? have i been starring to long? i'll look at something else. oh look a Ganguro. not bad, she looks like she can fit in just fine. Am i starring to long? he traveled back to the corner to listen in to Lucien explaining the way of the test.

 

[Elvario]

Aliza
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Aliza watched as Otto got wet, not once, but twice. She couldn't say she didn't like the resulting show, but she did wonder why he burned the girls he liked, the sarcasm going over her head. In the end, she figured it'd be best not to get too close, so she wouldn't wake up to the feeling of being burn-marked one morning. It just wasn't her kind of thing.

Her attention was drawn away from Otto when Lucien started talking. Tasa reacted to the man's speech by stating she didn't think it was a good idea. Aliza disagreed. "Sounds great, I'm in! I'd love to bring the fight to the Inquisition for a change~ Those guys keep bugging the hell out of me!" She ignored most, if not all, of the tiny one's speech.

It turned out she could indeed call Kth, Kith, which was great. "Great~" Considering she had already gone down that road once, she attempt to follow-up the word of thanks by giving Kith a head-pet as well. Between Raymond, Otto and Kith, Tasa was getting quite the amount of attention. Although Aliza figured out they were trying to heal the burn-damage, she left it up to them to sort out. Her own experience with burns was limited, she was more used to bruises, broken bones, cuts, stab wounds, concussions... A whole lot of stuff that you could expect in fighting rings with some magic usage every now and then.

Her attention turned back to Otto when he started threatening Tasa. "Oh, if you're going to bring the heat, don't mind it if I'll play dirty~" Whether it was a simple matter of word-play on her magic, an attempt to defend Tasa, a threat, a promise, or a very different kind of promise, remained unclear. Even to Aliza herself, for that matter.

She was quickly distracted by the weirdo whom vanished and reappeared. 'That's quite the show.' She resisted the urge to fling a rock at him to see if he could vanish fast enough to dodge it, but figured there was no harm in asking. His name was a bit of a tongue-twister for her, so she'd stick with Hirragi. "Hey, Hirragi, can I fling a rock at you?" Context was optional, and so she skipped on giving it.

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Interacted with: Kith @signed Kiss Lucien @conman2163 Otto @Dakota K5 Daisuke @Kurogane86

(Italics are thoughts, bold is speech.)

 

[Verran]

Satile, Suburb of the Ruby City
Day 1
Nighttime
@Dakota K5 @Elvario @Polaris North @signed Kiss @Kyatto @Giftvi @conman2163 @Kurogane86 @PoetLore @SoleStride


Lysithian didn't bother to look at Aliza as he replied, "I wouldn't know. Ask someone who cares about looks."

He continued scrubbing. Running the soapy brush through grooves in the floor, attacking at specs of dust and blood. Cleaning was one of his oldest skills and duties to fulfill. Conversation floated around him, falling down to his ears as he continued to work. All of it had some import, even if some of it was mere frivolity. Each word fed his ears and added a further stroke to the portrait that was each person. His senses were all he had to rely on in this strange land so far from home. Yet, as the cloaked man who had not done the courtesy of introducing himself began to speak empty words, a frown curled across his face. Satisfied with his scrubbing, the unclean man rose and took a place at the table, standing behind a chair with his eyes fixed with disappointment upon the leader of this rebel band.

"Is that all? Vague words with promise of lavish reward and the order to test our abilities with a raid? You say that you are no noble, yet your way with empty speech is remarkably similar. You called us all from who knows where and yet offer so little. Surely, cousin, you have more that you can share as to how we are to achieve this grandiose objective of dethroning the Tsar and ensuring that only a corpse remains. Or at least have the honesty that you don't have a plan for moving forward. Reward is nothing if we simply rush to our deaths. After all, there can be little doubt that others have tried what you propose across time and all so far have failed. Perhaps, with this raid, we will learn something of use, but it means little if you don't give an overarching plan that we all can discuss. And Miss Melaina makes an excellent set of points," he said, giving a nod to the Fae woman, "what happens after we succeed should not lead to further mass slaughter. Let alone betrayal of each other."

He gave a dry chuckle, as if the idea of betraying each other was one without point. Still, he then said, with perfect honesty, "for the sanity of all concerned about being stabbed in the back. I myself have no intention of betraying any member of this conspiracy. Nor do I have the desire to sit upon the throne. All I'll want, at the end of the day, is a small piece of land for my home."

 

[SoleStride]

Tyler Haak
Location: Satile, Suburb of the Ruby City
Mentioned: conman2163 , Elvario, Kurogane86

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The weight on top of her head drew the woman's attention up so she could see who was there. Though she already had a strong idea of who it would be. Daisuke leaned on her as if it was nothing and she didn't bother to shoo him away. Her gaze felt like wandering back toward the rest of the room's display anyway. And after so long, she'd gotten used to being physically close to this group. But he was leaning on her top hat, making it press down uncomfortably into her head. Should she shoo him off anyway then? Yes. The woman lifted a hand, waving it at Daisuke, near his face, to shoo him off her head. She took that moment to remove that hat, running her fingers through her hair before handing the hat over her to Daisuke. It was a pain in the ass anyway. He could have it back.

"Jeeves, take my cap. It's getting hot in here."

It was her only reply, simply brushing off his comment for another joke of her own. His first comment was one thing, but the second was a little frustrating, causing her to even shoot a glare his way. Whether he meant for her to hear it or not remained unseen. You'd think one who had tried to get someone in bed for so long might have some real feelings, but his words reminded her of his natural perversion. He was lucky she hadn't stabbed him or worse for the comment.

But there was something else she wanted to focus on more at this point. That adorable little Fae woman was just grilling Lucien. He'd be well done by the time she finished with him. It was… kind of funny to see someone talking back to him so much. Especially someone so small. But she was so cute and tiny and it was damn hard not to just crawl over the table to snuggle her while she interrogated Lucien. But there was one thing Tyler wanted to make clear even before Lucien could respond to the doll-like creature.

"You're smart enough to know…" Tyler's voice finally broke through the air, smooth and calm, but loud enough now to reach across the table. "…that the real reward here isn't the gold and goods. The real reward is the freedom. When a god dies, his reign ends." She leaned an elbow on the table, placing her chin on her hand as she peered at the Fae woman. "Freedom should be the only real reason you need to take action. The material things are just a little bonus. And I'm sure you'd enjoy the new challenge it brings."

Now, Tyler had not introduced herself at all, so maybe no one would be willing to listen to her. And even if she had introduced herself, she had so far not shown any ties to real authority. So her words might go unheard. But she hoped they didn't. After all, she dared not let herself appear as an authority figure like Lucien and Otto did, but she still ranked equally to them.

"As for being used as sacrifices, we may not look it but we've got a little grudge against that kind of treachery ourselves. Unfortunately, I'm not sure how to assure you that we won't be sending you in as pawns and leaving you to die. Tell us how we can help you trust us. After all, if we're going to be business partners, we would like to start out on the right foot in that relationship." She paused for a brief moment before leaning back in her chair, her gaze never leaving the small woman. "We're not the type of people who have trouble getting the things we want. This mansion? All of the things inside of it? The clothes we wear and food we eat. We took it on our own. Material goods mean little to us, we can get them whenever we want. There would be no reason to bring other people in unless we actually needed you for something important. And as you can see, we didn't just haul a bunch of randoms off the street; you weren't picked to be fodder. You were hand-picked, from near and far, for this specific task. That should be enough to think that you as an individual have an important role in the coming days."

 

[conman2163]

Lucien
Location: Satile, Suburb of the Ruby City
Mentioned: @Elvario @Dakota K5 @Giftvi @Kyatto @signed Kiss @Verran @PoetLore @SoleStride @Kurogane86

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Lucien watched the Fae silently while she started to tear at his offer, smirking as she spoke. He opened his mouth to reply only to catch the tail end of what Daisuke said. His eyebrow twitched slightly, breaking his composure for a moment. It was gone in a flash, barely noticeable. The smirk was not gone from his face as he waggled a finger in response to her and Lysithian. He waited until Tyler was finished to speak. "My, my, fiesty aren't you two? The test is for a reason. Either the information I gathered about you is correct, and you are a good fit for the crew, or you aren't and i'm going to have to keep you under house arrest until we are finished. I fed you enough information to make you interested, but while our skills are self evident-" He gestured around the room. "Yours are not. You pass the test, you get to hear the plan, including what comes after. Fail it and either you'll be dead, or you'll have to stay here until we've succeeded in the plans. There's no alternative. Oh and Fae, it's your size that will come in handy on the raid, not your scrolls."