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by Prusselanden » Tue Mar 24, 2020 9:32 pm
by Saint Morning » Wed Mar 25, 2020 2:31 am
by Prusselanden » Wed Mar 25, 2020 7:21 pm
by Khasinkonia » Thu Mar 26, 2020 7:40 pm
Mrasestu “Maria” Lhikriidaan
Het Is De Koning van Nassau
by Naval Monte » Mon Mar 30, 2020 2:28 pm
by Britanania » Mon Mar 30, 2020 7:46 pm
by Luminesa » Tue Mar 31, 2020 2:40 pm
Naval Monte wrote:Parlour
Sibyl looked at the food presented before her and it was years of etiquette instilled into her by her mother that prevented her from drooling on sight, however her eyes seem to look at it in wonder as though she found buried treasure. Cerulean lobster from Garcia's sapphire lake coated with butter with cooked onions and steam clams on the side. Well done steak with covered in a sauce that gave it a nice spicy scent, soft pillowy mounds of mashed potatoes were next to it as well as grilled tomatoes. A large vanilla ice cream with melted chocolate lathered on top with a black cherry on top and bananas on the side. The scent of the food made her lose her fight on suppressing her drool as some escaped her now open mouth
The half elf was only torn between which to eat first before she took the plate with the Garcia cerulean lobster. There was no way in this life or in the next that she will have enough money to ever try cerulean lobster so she is going to milk this moment for every worth. She took a knife and began to cut at the tender joints attaching the claw to the lobster's body. As she cut through it with a satisfying crunch she would hear Moriquen compliment her accent. Taking a bite on the juicy violet center of the lobster's claw was enough to prevent her from blushing as she let a muffled moan on how delicious it was. She made the right call on picking it first
When she swallowed the piece of lobster she would reply with. "My father is an industrialist who began in the city but soon left once his business began to grow. He felt that if he stayed too long the Vim Consortium would crush his business before it began. It isn't a household name yet but it's only a matter of time." She explained, cutting into the other claw for later. "My dad met my mom some time after he left Lumina when she was a nurse in a hospital in Carmina. He contracted some illness and the two met during his stay. Years later they got married and the rest you can imagine what happened." She gave him a chuckle as she relayed the story to him, mixing bits of the truth with stuff she made up on the spot.
"Your accent is unique too. Did you live in one if the elvan cities in your childhood?" She asked before returning back to the lobster claw she was devouring. On another table Aria was sitting with another man who was chatting with her on accepting a deal to be a model for a painting that will be used for advertisement for a soap brand he was supporting. While she nodded on his words while nursing on a glass of red wine she periodically looked over her daughter to make sure she was alright. She felt pride that her daughter was able to court a man and get him to spill whatever secrets he had but she still felt some sense of melancholy on seeing that her little girl was truly grown up.
Of course Sibyl was a mother and that she knew it but seeing more proof that she was no longer the little sweet girl she knew so long ago made her feel a mix of emotions. Seeing Sibyl smiled also brought a smile on Aria, regardless of her age she knew that Sibyl will still be her sweet heart. The man also smiled upon seeing Aria's reaction, but for a different reason. "So you are interested in the deal? I'm grateful for it madam." He told her, bringing Aria's attention back to him. "We have other clothing for you to try out before the painting but you can bring in the attire you are wearing as well. Our customers will appreciate it." As the man gave her a lecherous smile the elf drank the entire glass in one gulp, ordering another shot.
At the other room Alex's mind was momentarily distracted by Antonio making his introduction. In her state of mind she didn't notice the glances he gave to Iris. Her grin returning back she would say. "You can join us Mr. Li Fonti. Me and my friend here were getting bored. A bit of company can help fix that." She told him, speaking to him in a hissy tone as she had her eyes half closed.
Alex still kept it in her mind to focus on the bursts of magic she felt from upstairs but she can't let anyone suspect she knows something is up. "Mind telling us a bit about yourself Mr. Li Fonti?" She asked, she found the accent of the man pleasant to listen to. Even Iris's native accent had an exotic flair. Plus her trying to sound more feminine is just precious.
Upstairs Brawl Room
The mobsters saw Ichiru flung the doctor like she was a small child being thrown across the room by her alcoholic step father. But the experience seems to weaken him enough that the demon and Maria pushed on with the attack. As the white mage continues to hold on he would hear the clicking of heels hitting on the hard wooden floor. He also could have sworn to smell a pleasant scent in the air that he can't quite figure out what it was
He would hear a gasp in shock and if he turned to the source he would see a woman who looked like a twin sister to Venusta; a blond bombshells with dash blue eyes wearing a red dress that fit snugly with the curves of her body. For most men the amount of cleavage presented might have distracted them, while most women would look at the sight with envy.
"What's happening? Who are you people?" The startled woman asked, fear in her eyes as she took a step back, looking as though she would run away. "Please sir, whatever is going on just don't hurt me. Just cease your spell and perhaps we can talk things through?" She suggested, with a voice as smooth and sweet as honey, calming and warm like a blanket in cold nights. It was the sort of voice that can soothe weary souls and make most be enraptured to it, to follow her words just to hear her speak and listen more to het voice. The pleasant smell only grew stronger as Ichiru can feel a sense of peace coming over him.
by True Refuge » Wed Apr 01, 2020 2:09 am
"One does not need to be surprised then, when 26 years later the outrageous slogan is repeated, which we Marxists burned all bridges with: to “pick up” the banner of the bourgeoisie. - International Communist Party, Dialogue with Stalin.
by Luminesa » Thu Apr 02, 2020 1:07 pm
True Refuge wrote:Everton Tallow
The Guardian
The buttressed stone roof provided good purchase even for dress shoes. From the hole he’d left in the roof Everton dashed along, sprinting towards the magics below. Brisk night winds buffeted against him, sending his jacket flapping, but he kept his speed. He hadn’t much time; the fight was getting protracted and Ichiru’s magic was dimming, and there were new energies in the mix that suggested reinforcements. Ichiru had probably softened the other fighters. At his peak, he wouldn’t have needed help. Yet here Everton was, rushing, following the floor plan to the meeting room in his head. He was above the stairs to the first floor now, and there were only a few seconds to go until he was right above them. All the while, the craftsmanship of a Rune Grandmaster coursed through him. It lifted him. Pushed, quickened, and most of all strengthened. The inhibitors hadn’t waned for a while, making this ever better. Every drop of it carried so much, sent him bounding without feeling so much as a bit of exertion. But, with every step came the reminder this wouldn’t last forever.
Now he stood he directly above the room Maria had been so eager to run from. It mattered little that they may have heard him break through the roof, though it would’ve been muffled if they heard it. A few seconds of notice wouldn’t do them much good. For a few seconds he ran his hands over the curvatures of the roof, quickly finding a weak spot. He closed his hands and summoned fireballs in both. The flames waved between his fingers, extending more than a feet. He dropped to one knee and let the energy within flow into the runes carved and inked on his knuckles. Their symbols of strength and power glowed yellow, a light that spread to the rest of hands as he clenched his right hand into a fist, brought it up, and struck the roof. The first impact opened deep cracks, and a thunderclap of magic spread downwards and out. He struck again with his left and the stone gave way, sending jagged boulders ranging from dust to boulders raining down on the room below.
Everton jumped through to land crouched on his feet in the middle of the room, nearly smacking his hand against a light barrier surely Ichiru’s. His entry had filled the room with a thick haze, blinding and almost choking the others inside. He straightened and took the moment to scan around him, seeing nine figures. Three were on the ground, one of them an inked woman closer to the door to the main corridor, and another unconscious. Ichiru was holding a light barrier between them so that he was exposed only to the inked one and a too-calm woman in red, with some mess of a rotting half-automaton half-necromancer’s pet attacking. Everton was on the other side, half-surrounded and nearly up against the barrier. He spun once more to the door, making use of the little time they were all indisposed.
“Hold fast, Ichiru.”
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by True Refuge » Wed Apr 22, 2020 2:10 am
The leader of the masked men would use his powers to create spikes that would head towards Everton. "I don't care if you're some war hero. You are a relic compared to our powers!" Remy would join in as the shadows began to dance. "Your precious rune craft won't do shit against our magic. Neither you or anyone in this city can defeat us!"
"One does not need to be surprised then, when 26 years later the outrageous slogan is repeated, which we Marxists burned all bridges with: to “pick up” the banner of the bourgeoisie. - International Communist Party, Dialogue with Stalin.
by Luminesa » Wed Apr 29, 2020 8:43 pm
True Refuge wrote:Everton Tallow
Everton settled into a careful fighting stance as the monster-machine rushed him. When it came near, he hit it with a vicious strike to the jaw. The runes on his knuckles channeled energy into the punch, slamming the monster-machine backwards and away onto the floor.The leader of the masked men would use his powers to create spikes that would head towards Everton. "I don't care if you're some war hero. You are a relic compared to our powers!" Remy would join in as the shadows began to dance. "Your precious rune craft won't do shit against our magic. Neither you or anyone in this city can defeat us!"
The blasphemy pricked at Everton, drew him away from the monster-machine. He spun to face the know-nothing and swept his arms up, raising a wall of flame in front of him. The projectiles from the flew into it, turning into puffs of smoke from the heat. The black flame failed to slip through. With them averted, Everton split the wall, blocking off the monster and the masked man's comrades on each side, leaving just him and Everton.
Everton strode forward, dispelling the last few snakes and flames with a wave of his hand, and reaching his new target in a mere few steps. Everton snatched the loose-tongued fool by the collar and pulled him closer. "Insult my runework again and there'll be nothing left of you after this," he growled, tightening his grip. He whipped out his knife with his other hand and held it to the man's neck.
With the masked man in his hand, he dropped the wall of fire and shouted, "Anyone moves against me or the one holding up the barrier, I'll burn this one's skin off."
by Naval Monte » Wed May 06, 2020 11:52 pm
by Britanania » Thu May 07, 2020 9:12 pm
by Naval Monte » Fri May 08, 2020 11:53 am
by True Refuge » Fri May 08, 2020 11:04 pm
Naval Monte wrote:The demon would let out both a loud groan of pain as he felt the immense force of Everton's punch, even the metal that made his body let out a loud groan from the blow as the punch made a dent in the shape of Everton's fist. The others were caught off guard by Everton being able to punch the demon to the floor that most didn't try to stop him from catching Remy before it was too late.
Now with Remy captured by the two magic users the demon turn to face Ichiru just as he conjured a whip and it, sending it crashing on top of Maria. As the demon tried to get up it was hit again and finally it was being strangled. As Ichiru tried to strangle the demon he would feel another force interfering with his whip, almost like someone was wrestling control of it. Yet looking at the group he saw that none of them were moving
"One does not need to be surprised then, when 26 years later the outrageous slogan is repeated, which we Marxists burned all bridges with: to “pick up” the banner of the bourgeoisie. - International Communist Party, Dialogue with Stalin.
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