Periit
Wanderer
Saddening it takes you to be hurt for you to know people care..
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Post by Periit on Feb 26, 2015 19:57:17 GMT -5
Please tell me if I do anything wrong and if this isn't what you wanted. New to this story role play besides one other time.
Periit had remained completely silent through the train ride to a unknown destination at least to her anyways but hoped it would be better than the town she left which was already overrun by lunatics. Sitting in a seat as far from any other human or metahuman as she could possibly get, she kept tense ready to react to anything that could happen. Tightening the leather, fur interior cloak around her body as a heavy sigh escaped her lips which were cover by a piece of leather attached to the hood of the cloak over her head. The piece of leather muffled the sound of the sigh which made it hard to distinguish the sound as a sigh or a whisper of words that couldn't be heard. She kept her eyes down head slightly tilted so others could not see into her hood, her eyes often seemed to cause reactions in people not that it bothered her but she wanted to keep a low profile if possible.
Feeling and hearing the train come to a stop she would rise to her feet keeping her knees bent so she wouldn't be pulled forward as the train stopped, her body tilted to the right so she could lean back on her right foot in opposite of the stopping train to help further in not trying to stumble into other seats. Waiting for the train to come to a complete stop she made sure she was behind the crowd of people waiting to get off the train like she was. Periit thought of what the place they were stopping at might look like or what people dwelled within it and most importantly if the place was being overtaken by lunatics. She let her mind wander as she waited keeping her senses on high alert in case things went down hill.
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Post by DC on Feb 26, 2015 20:45:55 GMT -5
Act 1, Scene 2: A Drunkard's TaleSuwnloe, the Underground City of Shystae Suwnloe, despite not being the capital city of Shystae, it is undoubtedly the most beautiful. Getting to the city involves traversing a fairly simple, downward-reaching cave that is lined with crystals of various colors all glowing, illuminating the way down the cave in a wondrous, and curious, fluctuating color show. The crystals, rather than giving a constant glow, would glow brightly, then slip into a dull glow, then back to a bright glow endlessly. One's perception of the cave would be that of whatever mixture of colors was the brightest at the second.
The city itself was a spectacular sight.
With a bioluminescent pool of water spreading through the city in certain regions, where minor bridges would hang over to connect two different platforms of the city together. Despite its being broken up in to a mass of smaller platforms, the city itself is rather large. Each building is made from what looks like some stone or another, however, the lighting is made possible by white-light crystals placed strategically to provide enough light for one to see effectively, yet not make the underground city overly bright. Some buildings, indubitably important buildings, were lined with silver and gold that reflected brilliantly from the white-light crystals, as well as these buildings seemed to tower over the smaller ones. The city itself wasn't too divided in terms of business and housing, so one could find houses mixed with the important buildings as well as buildings that could easily pass as business, yet seemed to lack the importance as the sporadic gold-and-silver-lined structures.
One structure in particular stood out above the rest, however, it was closest to the "wall" of the massive cavern. Oddly enough, this seemed to be where the bioluminescent water trickled in from, though it wasn't quite sure if it was from the palace itself, or that the palace was made by the source so one couldn't taint the flow in any way. The city was bustling with people, and even though people didn't necessarily see the sun at all—and most people in the city had been born there, so the sun was almost a foreign object to some of them—they didn't seem unhealthy as a result. Perhaps that was the white-light crystals. The people were friendly and respectful, not giving any newcomers any grief, for the most part. Every city has their thieves and troublemakers, though, however, the city was not at all one people would want to avoid. The fact that this was the safe haven from the Lunacy also enhanced such a notation.
It was almost too perfect to be true, considering the chaos going on.
The city was pretty good about keeping its lighting equal to what it would be on the surface; it distinctly kept pace with a "night and day" pattern, equal to what it would be on the surface. That having been noted, the lights were getting progressively more dim, however, a brand new sight would greet those who would pay attention come "nightfall", or, the white-light crystals no longer shining. First of all, the bioluminescent water would be even more captivating, as the cavern would be immensely darker. The second sight, and almost as mysterious as some of the other elements of the city, the stalagmites hanging far above the city, yet not at all coming off as threatening for some reason, started dropping little blue and green "droplets" of light, creating an aurora-like "sky" above the city. This was also enough to keep the city lit enough for nighttime activity, clearly not an indication for daytime or that it was even remotely close to daytime.
Ordinarily, the city would be settling down since it was obviously the beginning of nightfall, but considering the fact that the city was possibly the only safe haven, or at least, the largest of such, people still flooded the platforms, rushed the city, and sought nothing more than to do whatever they wished to cope, to get away, to find a way to accept the wrongs that have been done onto them from the Lunacy. Guards were present all around, keeping ever-watchful eyes on those getting off-board the trains. Some people were taken from the crowds to be questioned, though to many the reasons of the City Guard wouldn't be prevalent.
And that brings us to the small party that has just stepped off of the trains. Iphir, Minxele, Nomi, Quixel and Periit had all gotten off at the same time, unknowing of each other, for the most part. Quixel having met Iphir, Iphir having found out that his path just crossed Minxele, and the others being completely unaware, it didn't really come off that they'd have anything in common. That is, until a few City Guard seemed to have picked them all out.
"You there!" a stern voice called out, interrupting anything that Quixel, Iphir or Minxele would be doing. "Suwnloe City Guard; you're coming with me!" he demanded. There would be a small number of options that they could all choose, however, Iphir and Minxele both figured that it wasn't worth the time becoming fugitives not even ten minutes within city grounds. Iphir glanced at Minxele one more time and then turned to face the guard, who Minxele was already facing. The Guard approached the three of them, however, the guard seemed to keep a closer eye on Quixel, since he seemed so interested in getting away as quickly as possible. Iphir couldn't help but wonder what this could be about...
Nomi wouldn't have much better luck than the aforementioned individuals; once more, oddly enough, he was singled out. Of course, he wasn't the only one within the group that was rushing to get off of the train to be picked out, but nonetheless, he was targeted. "You there, stop," he stated flatly. There wasn't any hostility in it, but there was a sense of authority within his voice. He was a part of the City Guard, and he damn well knew it, that's for sure. He was dressed in the standard Suwnloe City Guard attire; it was a bronze-looking heavy plated armor and a broadsword strapped to his back. There was also a katana strapped to either hip. They were well equipped, but there was also a strong sense of sturdiness on the metaphysical level, too. Something seemed very.... defensive about the entire existence. It wouldn't be visible, but within the armor itself, there would be all kinds of enchantments engraved into the plating. What they would do would be unknown except for the one within the armor, even if someone outside knew the makings of the armor. Back to focus: it would be stupid to oppose the male, especially since he wasn't the only City Guard. They were crowd-control, and for some reason, Nomi would find himself caught in the net.
Periit wouldn't be too far off from Nomi, coincidentally, and the very same Guard would look right at her and then make a motion for her to come over. Something was seriously off, however, nobody except the City Guard seemed to know. And that was possibly the most intimidating part about it. Why were they singled out? Then again, why was anybody being singled out? It's not like they were the only ones—out of the hundreds that seemed to be getting off per train, small handfuls would be pulled out at a time. Nothing truly exciting minus the chaos itself was going on, however, there was a dark undertone to it all. Something was off.
Very off.
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Post by HERO on Mar 1, 2015 0:10:45 GMT -5
[Huh, I slept right over the limit it seems. I'd like to reserve this post to fill it when I finish something of importance elsewhere.] An expletive utterance echoed in the mind of the tracker, a sudden questioning of his position as immediate as it took for the sound of the guard calling him out to reach his ears. He didn't make it to the pole to neatly disappear, and so was both seen and called out by an authority figure a good bit faster than he would've liked in his travel. Chin turned with a bit less speed than a snap, Nomi wanted to come of as 'not' suspicious. Eyes darting a quick left-right to observe his surroundings one more time, he wanted to be sure it was him that was getting pointed at, and potentially arrested. There was no way information about the skirmish on the train could have traveled that fast. Or at least, Nomi understood good and well that there was quite probably, (or more like quite certainly) surveillance on the train for the purposes of safety, but could they really react as fast as they did? Someone would have to be watching some many, many boring minutes of people sitting to get to catch events like that. There was once upon a time him and other clan members discussed the likelihoods of automated anomaly detection, and ways of giving alarm to oddities in what could be a target of a security breach. Not likely that'd happen, unless computer vision and AI was progressing even faster than the news said it was, but it was still distracting and important for them to muse about and consider. In a quick flashback, he'd think of this, but rule it out for the moment. Not many would install such a thing on a train. Besides that, after a little bit of time processing what he took in from the quick dart of his eyes, he understood he wasn't the only one getting picked out. Although Nomi's thoughts were moving pretty quickly, he would give a moment of silence, covering himself with a gesture of slight confusion and askance. "Hm, me as well?" he would ask, using the slight hum to make sure he had the right pressure in his lungs to mimic the voice proper for the face he wore. By not being the only one being picked out, they couldn't really have much against him as a lone individual, could they? Maybe in that case, coming along with him would make for an easier way of getting the information he desires, or finding leads without having to search out brokers and seducing traumatized Lunatic victims. Should he be able to, Nomi would go with the guard, but at the first sight of handcuffs it'd be time to make a getaway. To prepare, his right hand would slip just a little bit into his pocket, and his fingers would curl to begin gathering a concentration of mana for a spell. One based on trickery, to be more clear. By habit this mana gathering wouldn't be easier to sense on purpose, but at the same time, the rest of the mana in his body would also happen to get a little harder to sense, since he wasn't really caring to balance the effect. Another sense of mana would rise up though, within the same pocket as the mana-charging hand. A reaction perhaps, as the words, "You've been spotted" would echo faintly in his head, in his own voice. Nomi would trip a little mentally, for certain now that he didn't bring that thought to himself, yet still would make an exchange with the guard if necessary, before going with him. Getting to the bottom of it probably wasn't an incredibly good idea right that second. Were it to be mental illness he would feel hindered in his mission. But conspicuously enough the taciturn voice echoed with assurance that he was mentally sound. - Figment: Doppler [0]
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elikeclipse
Wanderer
If anything, love can and will be used to hurt you. I should know
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Post by elikeclipse on Mar 1, 2015 11:00:59 GMT -5
Due to Quixel having started to walk off, he would unintentionally take a few more steps as the Guard calls to him, before he'd stop. Turning his head to the side to glance back at the Guard, a soft sigh of annoyance would escape his lips as he turns his body around, still supporting himself on his spear with one hand, the other hidden within his pocket. The wounds he'd sustained from the fight with the lunatic were still fresh, and would ache for a while after.
"What do you want?" Quixel would answer back to the City Guard in a tone that suggested he wasn't exactly thrilled to be singled out among the hundreds of people now getting off of the trains. His grip would tighten around his spear, his eyes narrowed as he awaits a response from the Guard. As far as he was concerned, he didn't really care all that much, as he wasn't sure how it would even remotely affect him as to why he was singled out. Though he was semi-curious as to why the pink-haired male was singled out as well, he didn't really care.
In the hand shoved in his pocket, a small orb was held tightly against his palm. This was all that remained of the family that had died before him, and Quixel considered it a "lucky" object, though luck hasn't exactly been nice to him at any time recently. Finding himself still waiting for the Guard to respond, he would shake his head as he walks as quick as he can, which in his current state is a tad slower then usual, to the area where the Guard is, his face showing both annoyance and boredom, giving the slight indication that he has been called out for many things beforehand
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Periit
Wanderer
Saddening it takes you to be hurt for you to know people care..
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Post by Periit on Mar 1, 2015 18:50:42 GMT -5
Periit, even with her hood up and head tilted down, saw the moved of the Guard's hand waving her over. She was currently following the mass of people exiting the train and saw the guard pick people out from the crowd but figured she wouldn't be pulled into, 'oh how wrong you were' she thought. Debating whether or not it was smart to run she turned her body slowly as she changed direction toward the guard studying the group he had picked out from the crowd leaving the trains. 'Hmm interesting,' she thought as she came to a stop alongside where the rest of the people that have been picked out.
She didn't say a word as she came to a stop near the group of males, also feeling curious as to why she was being plucked from the crowd. A soft sigh escaped her lips blocked once again by the piece of leather over her mouth that was attached to her cloak. Though despite her being curious she was also cautious and so just for safety measures she put her hand near her hip where her dagger was but realized that it was under her cloak. Groaning internally she looked to the guard who called her over hoping he wasn't going to arrest her or something, 'what a grand way to start in a new city' she thought shaking her head slightly.
Forgetting her thoughts she turned her focus on the guard making sure her eyes were hidden listening as the few males would ask questions but would still remain quiet.
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Post by DC on Mar 2, 2015 18:21:57 GMT -5
What was odd about the entire encounter, for all of them, was that none of the City Guard that approached them were hostile. Stern, maybe. But it was the kind of stern that forebode a subject of immense importance. The guard that was talking to Nomi and Periit and the guard talking to Iphir both cast each other a look, and upon either guard scanning over the nearby entities, they both returned their gaze to the respective party. This wasn't a random occurrence, and this didn't seem to have anything to do with the train-rides themselves.
Iphir had noticed the transitory glance shared between two of the guards; the guard that addressed himself, his ex-clanmate, and the male that he had helped fight against hte lunatics and the guard that was near a few other people. He didn't truly know who the guard was actually addressing... until Iphir detected a shifting of mana that stood out more than the natural flow of it within the city. Following the sense, Iphir's eyes fell upon Nomi, with which he determined to be at least one of the people that would have been singled out by the guard. Iphir hadn't been able to tell who the guard that was near Nomi waved to, however, because there were so many people moving around that detecting who had actually approached would've been difficult.
"The female," Minxele said quietly. Iphir scanned the nearby people until he found who Minxele had just pointed out verbally. Hm... Minxele slowly pulled his eyes from the two with the other guard and turned his gaze to the guard that was by them. Iphir took a very momentary, and very discreet, chance to glance at Quixel. His tone would likely get him in trouble, but then again... that wasn't really his issue. Iphir's gaze also fell onto the guard, and then he let out an inaudible sigh.
The guard accompanying Minxele, Ihpir and Quixel spoke, suddenly a little more friendly than before. He motioned for the party to follow him; Iphir quickly noted that he was guiding them towards the other guard. Whatever was going on, they were singled out for a reason. This reason was unknown, but he wasn't too sure that he was fond of what it could mean. Minxele followed easily enough, but Iphir lingered to exchange a quick word with Quixel.
"I'd be careful," Iphir advised before turning his attention to where the guard and Minxele were watching. It would be up to Quixel if he followed or not, however, it was evident that if he didn't follow, the guard had little interest. Either, the guard was confident that he'd follow, or the guard just didn't care. But then... why single him out?
After the guard had exchanged a glance with the one accompanying the other three individuals, he focused his attention on Nomi and Periit. Similarly becoming far more friendly, the guard decided he'd explain a little bit as to what was going on while he waited for the other group to link up with this one. The guard took a moment to take in both of their appearances, which resulted in a small smile taking hold of his face.
"This isn't random," he started. He looked to Nomi first, and then hummed. "You come from a clan with which I will keep anonymous." Nomi would easily be able to tell that the guard chose to say that instead of say, his name, especially when he addressed the next. He turned to Periit and then hummed in thought. "She said you were the one who goes by Periit." He paused, waiting to observe their reactions. "I want you two, as well as Ihpir, Quixel and Minxele to follow me to The Palace. There are some things we need to discuss."
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Post by HERO on Mar 5, 2015 0:15:21 GMT -5
Nomi's facial expression didn't change. Not even a twitch. This wasn't him keeping under an insane amount of control with a healthy amount of disbelief. No, this was his mental state freezing up like a computer that quite suddenly found itself without the memory to process what it's master is telling it to do. Nomi had to actually take a moment to slowly pick himself up and get his mind back together afterwards.
Not only did the guard, not only did "she", whoever she was know, but they knew before he even stepped off the train. As far as he knew, the face he donned should not have been recognizable by anyone, and of course his gear is on the dark side, but so was half the young population of the district in the capital he grew up in. With those barriers to his identity, if he was spotted and identified already, than his mission failed before he could've been sure it even truly begun. His mana immediately found itself back in normal equilibrium, and his arms were frozen in place. Where did he go wrong, is what he wondered. He had no clue what answer would fit that. No large-scale systems he could imagine would lead to his downfall, he had no idea what kind of detective work would be at all possible within the minute since he'd stepped off the train, and there was no way he was recognizable to any of his peers.
A struggle went on in his mind, before he was certain of what he was thinking. 'I'll go now, and leave after to report what I find to my superiors, and then allow another to take my place.' It didn't look like he was being arrested yet, and otherwise, as far as he knew, he had at least a little bit of doubt that anyone in the whole city knew what his true flesh-and-blood face looked like. If nothing else, he could learn something today.
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elikeclipse
Wanderer
If anything, love can and will be used to hurt you. I should know
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Post by elikeclipse on Mar 5, 2015 12:20:44 GMT -5
A soft sigh would emit from Quixel as his curiosity would get the better of him. 'Iphir, huh?' He would think to himself as he glances at the pink-haired male. noting the quick word said to him, before the beginnings of a grin would cross his lips as he says simply, more to himself then anyone else "May as well go along for now. May learn something useful". With this said, Quixel would return to gazing at the Guard, but with a look of interest more then annoyance.
"Things to discuss, eh?" Quixel asks in a tone suggesting that he had a *fair* idea of what this discussion would be focused around, yet decided to go along and be as well-mannered as he possibly could. If given reason, or if the things needing discussion turned out boring for him, Quixel would walk away without a second thought.
However, a part of his mind told him he wouldn't, a part of his mind told him that this could be the chance to avenge his parents. And, even if he didn't want to, he was damn well going to suffer through the discussion
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Periit
Wanderer
Saddening it takes you to be hurt for you to know people care..
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Registered: Feb 18, 2015 22:50:55 GMT -5
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Post by Periit on Mar 5, 2015 17:11:18 GMT -5
Periit watched the glance that was exchanged between the two guards, eyes narrowing from under her hood as she made sure to keep her eyes hidden from view, not quite ready for them to be seen. She felt uneasy that was until the guard seemed to become friendlier but it still didn't ease her nerves all the way. Letting out a quiet breath as she took in the guard's appearance, blinking slowly as he smiled not expecting a smile to come from the guard but didn't let the look of surprise take over her features.
Her eyes returned to the guard's face as she listened to him explain, glancing from the corner of her eye at the dark clothed male who was picked out with her as the guard addressed him seeming intrigued as to what clan he belonged to since the guard didn't name it. Snapping her eyes back to the guard as he spoke to her she tilted her head so her eyes were easier to see. Her right eye was a deep sea blue, lighter shades of blue forming a ring around her pupil; her left eye was harsh, steel gray flickers of silver on the outer edges of her iris. Humming she wondered who this 'she' was that told the guard what she went by.
Periit's expression remained neutral but her lip twitched as she contained her emotions, she wasn't one to talk unless she had to even then it was rare; so she remained silent. Glancing over at the other group as he listed their names she hummed again before seeming to look somewhat relived as she thought she saw another girl in the group. Looking to the guard she just gave the slightest tilt of her head that resembled a nod to show her understanding but was wondering 'what is it we are going to discuss?'. Blinking away her thoughts she dropped her hands to her sides waiting silently.
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Ars Moriendi
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Mar 6, 2015 0:25:17 GMT -5
Stiffening slightly at the press of bodies around her, Lilith disembarked from the train, weaving her way through the crowd to find an open space. Her silver eyes flashed slightly in irritation at the slowness (at least in her eyes) of the people, and she tucked a strand of hair that fell loose from the dual clips that kept her bangs out of her eyes impatiently. Glancing about, movement attracted her gaze a bit away farther down the station. Apparently there was some sort of confrontation between the guards and a few travelers. Although it wasn't any of her business, she found herself quietly slipping towards the center of the action, out of boredom if anything else.
Adjusting her bag more comfortably on her shoulder, she stopped a few feet away from the little conglomerate, far enough to not instantly attract attention, but close enough to have a decent view and be able to hear what was going on. It may be perceived as rude, but Lilith didn't particularly care what others thought of her actions, although she took care to not be the center of focus. She fingered the pendent hanging at her throat, a gesture of habit, and waited quietly to see what would happened. She picked up a few words as she had come up, but listened intently to what was said next.
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Post by DC on Mar 6, 2015 8:38:50 GMT -5
The guard, who we shall call Guard "A" for the time being, accompanying Iphir, Minxele and Quixel would stop when they are all gathered up in one place. The group was slightly secluded from the rush of people getting off of the trains, which made it a little easier once they were finally out of the throng. The most difficult part was actually pushing through the herd, however since they were being escorted by Guard A, there wasn't too much trouble. Iphir adjusted his black beanie as he surveyed the small party, his mind conjuring up spontaneous reasons as to why they'd all be singled out together.
Minxele's thoughts didn't line up much at all with Ihpir's—he was more interested in as to why Iphir even bothered to come this way. He knew that Iphir was perfectly able of taking care of himself... he's seen it before... but then again, why was he here? Then he looked to Nomi, who had an air of mystery about him. He couldn't list off why, but he almost wanted to think that something had... shaken him? There was no reason, visibly, for such a suspicion, and Minxele couldn't fathom what would shake him. He seemed to be pretty collected on his exterior. Bah, maybe it's nothing...
Guard B, who had originally accompanied only Nomi and Periit, offered a warm smile to the group of seemingly random individuals. But someone was missing... he looked to Guard A and then said, "We're missing Lilith." Guard A frowned as he let his gaze shift from Guard B and the party gathered and into the rush of people. He knew what he was looking for—both Guard A and B knew who they were looking for, but that didn't mean it was necessarily easy to pick them out of a crowd. Iphir was a little easy considering the fact that he had pink hair. So the rest of his group wouldn't be far. The "she" that they had been talking about had explained that there would be a couple of people directly trying to blend in, and so she had given them a little bit of a boost magically speaking. As guard A would begin the search, Guard B would continue talking to the already present people of the group.
"If you'd follow me to the Palace, you'll get the answers you're looking for. It's not to be spoken about in public," he said. With that, he trusted that they'd follow if not just for the sake of curiosity. With that trust, he began walking away from their current location. It wasn't too brisk of a pace, but it wasn't exactly a leisurely stroll. There was a sense of purpose in the speed, yet allowing the party to observe the city around them. Iphir followed the guard without so much as a glance back at the rest of the group, and Minxele would follow almost immediately after. His only pause was because he wanted another look at the chaos of the trains. It was starting to relax, mostly because only so many people could fit on the train, and so the "getting off" rush was coming to a close. He expected the city to maintain that chaos, though, rather than being too peaceful. After his observation, he would begin tailing his ex-clanmate and the guard.
But by this point, said boost was diminishing, and so it was becoming difficult to discern the faces they needed to find. Guard A spotted her a moment after they had begun to be escorted to the palace, and then he grinned at Guard B even though he wouldn't see it. Of the two guards, B seemed to be the leader of this little mission. At least, in the sense of being "on the field". Guard A then nodded at B and then approached Lilith. When he approached, he'd stop just short of being "too close" so that she'd hear him clearly without actually gaining much attention from the people in the chaos around them. "I need you to accompany us; you and the five others over there have been summoned." He motioned to the group that would, by this point, begin to walk away from the current platform.
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Post by HERO on Mar 8, 2015 22:15:39 GMT -5
With the assembling of all the characters being dragged out from the crowd, Nomi had something to think about other than his apparent failure in concealing himself. Three other males were rounded apparently, as well as a woman. He wondered how each of them were found, or maybe what had made the guards single them out. Out of all them, the closest person was the woman in face wrap, who he didn't even notice glanced at him while he was feeling the strike of shame. It was perhaps best he leave the terrible disappointment in his own failure to be felt later (though the struggle would still be there, it being his first failure ever since becoming a tracker). Concealing her identity, her alias was apparently Periit, and so should he refer to her, he'd call her by that. A mental note would be a good thing to keep, until the name is made familiar to him. Perhaps invoking her for information would allow him to accomplish a couple of tasks at the same time, perhaps make up for- The embarrassment struck him once more. This time he could've almost swore his shoulders cringed.
The balance in his voice had to be found again. Although the guards knew, he figured the woman didn't know much beyond what she heard, same with what he knew of her. "Hm," he gently hummed for a short second before transitioning his voice to it's proper pitch. A fairly masculine but suppressed high-pitched voice. "Periit, was it? Do you have any idea as to how you were singled out? I can't fathom how they picked any of us out, and it obviously wasn't random."
A mental ringing came to his mind. "Do not converse loudly, or for too long..." The words seemed to have a tired groan at the end of them, but at this point, Nomi still knew nothing of what to think. Maybe he could determine the source later. It was time to begin walking anyhow, and the only thing to stop him from following right along was the decision on whether or not it was necessary to keep the facade up as strong, down to the way he walked, now that there were people who knew. The crowds of people outside of their fairly small group were still worth keeping concealed from, and so he would step off as he were another person. Planting his heel, he'd roll it forward and step off of his toe, before continuing again, keeping a rhythm. He would expect Periit to answer if she wished, as they walked.
At the same time, looking at the corner of his eye, he'd focus on the edges of his periphery to see what the less dominant-appearing guard was zeroing in on. He was sure he or she was in his vision, but he didn't want to take much more time in keeping his head turned. Straight ahead it went once more, and onto the guard guiding them, his eyes settled.
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elikeclipse
Wanderer
If anything, love can and will be used to hurt you. I should know
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Post by elikeclipse on Mar 9, 2015 16:29:02 GMT -5
Curiosity, as always, propelled Quixel as he keeps pace with both Minxele and Iphir, observing the city around him. 'How could this place be untouched by this madness?' He would think to himself, as he would grit his teeth slightly, the wounds still agonizing him ever so slightly. This, however, would prompt the thought of he hadn't thanked his savior yet, but strangely, be had a feeling he would be able to in the near future. Pushing these thoughts aside, he would take in the beauty of the city, somewhat in awe. He'd never been what one would consider a "city boy", so the big cities and such were a shock to him.
Shaking his head as he focuses on the road beneath his feet, he would twirl his spear around in a test to see if he was badly injured. Not too badly, as he could easily spin it around his hand, taking care not to hit anybody in the group with him. Yet, he would feel as if something was off within them. Something lurking, as if a unseen threat.
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Periit
Wanderer
Saddening it takes you to be hurt for you to know people care..
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Post by Periit on Mar 10, 2015 15:52:47 GMT -5
Watching the guard that was with her and Mr. Clan anonymous guy, she didn't smile back but instead turned her head to look around at the faces of those who were pulled form the crowd like she was. Then just for amusement she started to guess who's names went with the person, however she wasn't even close to getting it right but she had her fun with guessing. Looking back to the guard as he spoke her curiosity flared as thoughts raced through her mind at a hundred miles an hour. Blinking away her thoughts as she heard a males voice speak her name, glancing toward the dark clothed male. Her odd right blue eye and harsh left steely, gray eyes locked onto the male as she listened and she seemed to consider the question for a moment, beginning to walk as the guard did keeping about parallel with the male.
Thinking back to when she got of the train she really had no clue how she was picked out so she just shook her head slowly to answer his question. With that she turned her head back to face the guard that was leading them, keeping her pace steady as she followed; her boots barely making a sound besides when she didn't lift her heel completely off the ground and it dragged against the ground making a 'scuff' sound. Seeing that the other guard had left she cast a brief glance back to see if she could spot him but couldn't get a good look as to where he was at so she turned her head back to the front.
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Mar 10, 2015 17:06:03 GMT -5
At the sound of a voice in close proximity to her, Lilith instinctively reached into the folds of her jacket for the knife hidden within, but restrained herself from making an unnecessary scene as the male who addressed her didn't seem to be hostile. She didn't directly acknowledge him, but instead gave a short nod, seeing there was no point to refuse, and began weaving her way through the crowd towards the group that were now slipping away. Although she had no idea why she was summoned, along with the other five unfortunate souls, it sounded interesting at the least, and she was starved for a new experience.
As she drew closer to the group she identified three males and what looked like two females, and another guard. Approaching quietly, she observed them with an air of faint interest, as she sensed something... different about all of them. The thought gave her a strange rush of energy, whatever was going on, it would be fun. Casually re-clipping a strand of hair on the right side of her head, Lilith fell in line with the others, not addressing them yet as she saw they were already conversing with each other. She tucked her hands in her pockets and listened demurely to the rest of the group.
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Post by DC on Mar 12, 2015 18:54:34 GMT -5
When he was done directing Lilith, Guard A joined back with the other guards, scanning through and directing the dying-down chaos. The city, being as large as it was, meant that once everyone was out of one concentrated area, there was suddenly much more room to breathe. One didn't have to worry about getting pushed through and elbowed and bumped into. One could breathe without taking in the scent of another being, one could actually even stretch. It was as if a burden would be lifted, in terms of "breathing-room". The guard escorting the group kept to himself, mostly because now that he had the group, he really didn't want to cross any lines. He wasn't intimidated, more so he was becoming a little more wary as they approached The Palace. He was one of the higher ranked guards, however he still found himself standing a little straighter around The Palace; perhaps it was discipline, or perhaps it was just awe.
Iphir took note of the fact that some of the others in the group were starting to converse—or at least try. The thought of it put a small smile on his face, though it wasn't enough to be noticed easily. He wasn't approached as he walked; Minxele was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to talk to Iphir. It was awkward, to be honest, for Minxele. He hadn't seen Iphir for a few years—since their clan broke up. Minxele stopped thinking about Nomi's demeanor altogether as he tried to hone his thoughts in on his clan. It had been so long... and here they were... it was like Fate was trying to push them back together. But the problem was... where was his younger brother?
Iphir was more or less just focusing on the environment around them. The bioluminescent water's brilliant glow, the "aurora borealis" in the air above the city... it was truly wonderful. He had never ventured into Suwnloe before, and so this was all so new to him. It would be easy for one to think that he had the demeanor of a child in a candy-shop, however, he wasn't exactly giddy—he was just taking in a sight that hadn't graced his eyes. He stopped looking around, however, as they started to draw closer to The Palace. The Palace was a magnificent building that was lined with silver that was lit with their own personal, smaller white-light crystals so as to give the building a beautiful "glow"—the silver and golden and marble walls reflected the light in a way to give the building an inexplicably impressive manner.
If any of the others looked between Iphir and Minxele, one could almost see the awkwardness in the air between them. None of them would know their origins, nor who they really were, however it was more than obvious that they knew each other quite well—they obviously had a history of some kind together. Once the chaos ended, the party's traveling to The Palace became much smoother, however still moving with a purpose.
Minxele let out a small sigh. Fate sure was playing an interesting game...
Iphir's psicrystal decided to pipe up after some time. It's not like you hate him... it started. He could be like his brother, and we both know how much you want to beat that kid's face into the ground. Minxele is pretty cool. So why are you keeping a distance? Iphir smiled a little at the question. He just had to think of the answer, and the psicrystal would get it. I suppose that's true...
Cynterialis couldn't stand the fact that he didn't know. Having given up on trying to remember some time ago, he had since then left the tavern and then wandered through the city aimlessly, not really sure what he wanted to do with himself. The city was so restricting because of the Lunacy, so what was he supposed to do? Then again... he could find answers. The idea struck him when he saw the trains. They'd be leaving soon to go pick up more survivors and escort them into Suwnloe. The doors were still open. There was time.
Let's see what I can find...
Cynterialis put up a simple photokinetic bending of light so that it warped around him, creating a cloak of invisibility. As the train for Vhunt'yir gave the hiss signaling its gearing up to move, Cynterialis slipped in and then moved to the back of the train. Once out of view of the guards, he dropped the spell and then sprawled out on the seat, seeing as he was the only one. Where most people were seeking to flee from the Lunacy and look for answers about it inside the safe haven, Cynterialis was looking for answers about both his memory problems as well as the Lunacy in the chaos of it.
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Post by HERO on Mar 14, 2015 19:14:21 GMT -5
Turning his head back to the wrapped up woman to see what she had to give, he felt slightly disappointed, but very understanding. None of them could probably tell how it was they were picked out, or even at this point, why. Nomi gave a sort of hum, as if it were indicative of inner thought, and immediately let his lungs relax in joining in on the silence that everyone seemed to have taken upon themselves. It wouldn't do for him to be the one in this ensemble who made the most noise, as that would draw more attention than he would feel comfortable. He would've much preferred the others to spark conversations in which to become distracted, allowing him to milk out more useful advantages than he would apparently be able to do.
The crystal he was in possession of reveled in the apparently quiet personalities these other travelers had, and very much wanted Nomi too to tap his mouth shut.
And so the thoughts of his failure trickled back into the well of his mind, just as the bio-luminescent drops of liquid dripped down the sides of city walls after each passing rush of water. Or maybe it could just as well be called vitreous goo, seeing as how Nomi understood it to be quite eye-catching, but was absolutely certain he wouldn't think of swimming in it incredibly pleasant. Finding something else to focus on was key, he knew. As bright as it glowed though, just how well would it work as cover, should a stealthy and prospective individual such as himself were to have to make a get-away later? He just had to wonder. He HAD to. And so, now moving a bit away from the biggest crowd, he just had to slip gently out of the eyesight of these people he was with to open up this opportunity.
He didn't know very much about this place. Normally on a mission he would get several reconnaissance surveys of the weather conditions, agriculture, societal norms, typical clothing, architecture, and ideal sources of distraction beforehand. No such thing this time, getting sent out on such short notice, on a day he was planning on spending getting some rest alongside his closest family. His father even shook his head way back then about how little prepared he was, but then again, his father always thought there was no such thing as enough preparation. The point: Nomi had to wing it this time, and figure out completely on the fly how he was going to go about this.
From his glance back, he understood that he had very little time to remain suspicious-looking when he got to the back of the group, and he knew sound was a good way to get an eye turned. An eye turn might have just been enough. Slipping his right hand out of his pocket quite subtly, he would gently slide both of his hands around to the side of his glutes to poke two fingers on each hand out towards two targets: The woman, and the male that was being led alongside him. The way he walked had changed to silently lag behind, but not before he flicked the fingers towards the directions of the guard ahead of them, and right back to the targets. He quickly fired the necessary mana from his fingertips to cast an illusion spell upon his two fellow arrestees (for lack of a better term), an illusion that would cause them to hear a fast-talking voice, the only voice Nomi had so far heard, that of the guard leading them.
"Where're you from, spearman?" is what the voice would say, moving at a bit more of a hurried cadence then what the guard seemed to talk at, but were the guard to be insanely bored, it wouldn't seem that unnatural. The "spearman" in this case would obviously be the one twirling it around (Quixel), finding distraction already, but still, he didn't want Periit paying too much attention to him right there, and at the same time, if he could perform some recollection after what he was to do next, he could pick out important things in the answer. With just a short amount of mana, there was no way he could make a properly flowing sentence happen. Ignoring the subtle groan of the echoing voice wasn't a very hard thing to to. Whoever owned it was obviously annoyed at the idea of getting people to talk.
Immediately after the spell was cast, and Nomi silently began to lag behind, he moved his hand back forward to catch onto the pen, and let his knees sink low. Nomi's training gave him plenty dexterous ability, and thus his hands and fingers were able to move swiftly in de-capping his pen, drawing a circle on the ground below them, and marking the necessary symbol inside of it. It was a destination node, and later Nomi could perhaps prepare himself a transport node circle to get back to it.
The pen would swiftly be recapped and put back on his waist perhaps even faster than it was taken out, and in the same manner Nomi would rise back up to his feet and continue with his, not-like-his-self, heel-to-toe walk. The question that would remain for the moment would be, was he fast enough? There was of course the matter of how far away they were from the "palace", but the faster they got there, the f- Nomi had to clench his eyes tight and reopen to clear the thought of failure from his mind.
- Illusion Cast: Figment [Quickdraw + Quickdraw]
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Post by elikeclipse on Mar 16, 2015 16:05:17 GMT -5
Due to his not having paid any attention, he would snap his head up as he heard the sentence, assuming that he was being questioned. To this, however, he would not reply. This wouldn't be the first time he'd ever been called out, and by this point and time, his reaction to being called out was almost non-existent.
However, he'd been keeping an eye on the cloaked male {Nomi} for a bit now, having sensed something much more discreet about him. 'What a funny time to be sensing discreetness' He'd think to himself as he gazed at the crowd he currently was with. All of them seemed discreet really, but something stood out with Nomi. Whatever the reason was, though, he would notice the small movement of Nomi's hand, before the voice would've spoken to him. Assuming that this was a sort of trick, he decided to play along for a bit, just for shits and grins.
"I'm doing what I want to" Quixel would reply to the voice, testing to see if it would get the guards attention.
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Post by Periit on Mar 18, 2015 16:56:20 GMT -5
Periit was too caught up in her thoughts to notice much of what the dark clothed male was doing but did hear the question from the 'guard' but thought nothing of it. So she simply continued to follow the guard but glanced around once more at the group she was in, her eyes lingering on the everyone for a short while. Pulling her hood down more as she looked, finding it uncomfortable to show her eyes.
Two females now were in the group from what she saw though she didn't approach not the one to talk, not unless she had to. Shrugging she turned her head back to the front to observe the city around her. She had to admit it was very pretty, the water, the buildings; everything. However she couldn't focus on all the details as he mind was still swirling with questions on what was going on, why she was picked out, why these people were picked out.
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Mar 19, 2015 22:01:39 GMT -5
Glancing around at the strange group surrounding her, Lilith suppressed an amused smile. The idea that this crowd of oddities was needed for some unknown reason seemed to step right out of the sensational novels she was rather fond of reading in her spare time. She took the moment to enjoy the sights of the city. For all her own cynicism, she was the first to admit that the city was gorgeous. Presently, she kept up a stoic front, but she was watching the others in the group closely. As such, when the dark-haired male [Nomi] made a move, she noticed it. This didn't mean she knew exactly what he did, but she knew he did something. Whether it was detrimental or not remained to be seen, so she didn't make a fuss about it.
Since the guards didn't seem to be great conversationalists, Lilith decided to see what the other 'chosen' ones were like. Clearing her throat, she said, "Greetings to you all," in a voice that wasn't overly loud, but clear. She had picked up on that the others weren't the most talkative types, herself included, but desire for entertainment spurred her to try to engage in conversation. Lilith didn't really care who responded, all or none, it didn't matter to her. Her silver eyes examined the others carefully, as she waited for a response.
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Post by DC on Mar 20, 2015 19:09:06 GMT -5
The guard leading them was busy trying to swallow his growing nervousness as they neared the building. It wasn't discernable from the exterior in the slightest, but internally, his pride was stripping like a child before a parent that he knows is just about to yell. He didn't go into the building very often—orders relaying via telepathy or through other divinator-style methods of communication. The fact that he had to personally escort the group into The Palace meant he could say he entered the building another time. He could count how many times he'd been in the building with one hand. He was in the building when he was put into the City Guard, and then he was put in again when he was given a promotion to a higher rank. This would be his third entrance.
Minxele was wrapped up in his thoughts until Lilith asked how they were. He smiled and glanced over his shoulder, falling back in the group enough so that it wasn't as "awkward" for him to converse with her by looking over his shoulder so much to do so. "Hey, how are you?" he asked in response. It was the most conversation that he'd get out of the people there, he figured, so he decided to take up that opportunity. He couldn't really do much with this group until he managed to get knowledge about them out there, and learn how they worked. For now, though, he'd have to just be friendly and maintain his demeanor.
Iphir was a little less verbal about it, glancing over his shoulder and flashing a smile. He wondered if anybody had formed any solid guesses as to what his gender was—he didn't really care that he looked every bit like a female in terms of his build and facial structure, and he knew that his pink hair wasn't very helpful, but in all reality he found it amusing. He loved the reactions people had when they find out his sex if they figured he was of the female population. In fact, it was a game he liked to play. Sometimes, he'd even act the part if he felt he could get away with it. None of them seemed to be divinators, so perhaps he could pull their legs a little bit. After he cast Lilith a smile, he gave her a thumb's up as he turned his head back so it was a little more natural to follow the guard rather than relying on his other senses.
Iphir had noted that Minxele dropped back to make conversing easier, and that caused a small smile to play onto Iphir's lips. Such an extrovert, he thought.
The delay in the initiation of conversation would mean that they wouldn't get much time to talk, since in a matter of moments, the guard stopped them at the base of a small set of stairs that led to the double-door entrance to The Palace. The Guard tried his hardest to maintain a solid demeanor, and he took a moment to clear his throat. He made it to play off as his trying to catch their attention, but it was more for himself to try to steady his voice. It would look bad on him if he sounded like a man about to piss in his pants when he was giving them instructions and information.
After clearing his throat, he glanced over the crowd. He half expected at least a few of them to be studying the massive building that was so close to the edge of the underground area the city was built in, but hopefully he had pulled their gaze. He was told that they'd listen, that they just needed to be informed of what to expect and then let her take the rest... God, I hope you're right, the guard thought.
"The Palace suppresses anybody's ability to tap into mana the moment you walk through the door. Items lose their magical properties, and you will find that even doing so much as talking through telepathy is about impossible. I don't advise you to try, since you'll just exhaust yourself, though if you are that determined, then you can feel free to do so," he explained. He still didn't come off as hostile or any form of unfriendly, but he had to try to keep himself together somehow. To do so, he had to remove himself from involving emotions at all. This meant that he'd speak in a way that could offend, but he had to do what he had to do. He couldn't afford to embarrass himself... his family couldn't afford that...
"We're going to be going into the Main Hall, which is just a short distance away from the foyer. Not many actually go through The Palace, so I do hope that you enjoy your stay. If you'd just follow me," he said and then turned around, letting out a slow exhale when his back was to him. He was glad that his armor hid the movement, otherwise he'd still feel embarrassed anyway. He took pride in the fact that he left himself unable to be detected as nervous. Nobody would know, and that was how he hoped it would stay. The doors opened in front of him by two other guards who then stood attentively, holding the doors open for the group to enter. Whent he doors opened, a sudden sense of importance would wash over them. Just looking in would remind them that they are just minor individuals compared to the grand scheme of things. It was almost crippling, to the ordinary person. The guard that was escorting the group pressed onwards into the building to lead them to the Main Hall, which was visible if they followed his first turn to the right.
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Post by HERO on Mar 22, 2015 11:16:21 GMT -5
Things weren't moving very fast, giving Nomi a little time to think, or at least in his head it'd seem that way.
Considering the spearman's ( Quixel) response, and putting it into what he would hope could eventually be the right context, Nomi had a universally acceptable reaction in raising a brow, and slightly curling a lip to one side. Delivering a sidelong glance to him at the same time, he really wasn't sure just what was meant by that, or how it made sense to respond to the question of where he was from. He couldn't be sure whether or not the man had caught-on the stunt he pulled, or the con spell he cast. To play along with the persona he's trying to keep for at least this moment, he felt as though a response was demanded of him. "No one said otherwise," Nomi's tongue loosed in a low tone, a little bit of extra stress on the first syllable of his last word meant to show his confusion, confusion he really did genuinely have. Whether or not Mr. Spearman (he should perhaps try extracting his name) would explain further why, Nomi would have to shut his own lips to focus on the scene around him. Another assessment of the situation was needed, post-stunt. Apparently the guard didn't have much of a reaction to the defiant words, probably assuming that the escorts where speaking quietly to one another, or maybe he was distracted himself? Then moving his eyes to glance at the opposite direction, he would take a glance at Periit's posture and body language. In his eyes at least, he would think she was focusing more internally than anyone else in their group at the moment, especially given how she had her hood fully up. His own was just half-way, a compromise between having a wide field of view, and not having a very large part of his pale cheeks, black hair, and flat ears to be shown. The cheeks though, remain just a part of his planned façade, which he has to really question keeping now, with his identity known to them. Do they already know his face too, and are just playing along? Just how badly could-No, if he were to keep the train of thought, he'd end up in the same way the tightly-covered up woman beside him was, only focused on just how badly he seemed to have fai-.... In a strange, perhaps obvious way, he felt the furtive demeanour she gave off relatable. Maybe she could be useful to him? A closer look could be beneficial. But of course, it'd be sloppy to dwell on any one thing for too long, and so he set about to pulling in more details within this moving scene around him. His irises flicking from person-to-person, the other two don't seem to be paying a great deal of attention to the others either, but they both had a different kind of aura to give off. Maybe he could keep track of them in his mind. Neither seemed very out of their element, but he hadn't seen them interact with others yet. That was sure to change though. The one with goggles was quicker to respond to the signal of a new arrival in their group then he was, and having already exchanged greetings, Nomi felt as though there might be merit in moving out of the way (of Minxele) with a quiet side-step, and giving simple courteous nod to acknowledge the -now third- woman beforehand. It would be then that he'd notice Periit's dagger, and wonder to himself just how similar they may be. Might she really happen to be of the opportunistic and clandestine type, where keeping her face covered, and where the spilling of her identity could mean dire consequences? That would imply she was probably an Illusionist, and that she probably saw right through his con. It was also very possible though that she was simply shy, and had the dagger because it was cheap and easy, rather than it being easy to conceal, fast, and quiet. The only way, in Nomi's mind, to make sure more quickly, was to try extracting information. Pocketing the dagger for a closer look was out of the question, since he wasn't sure just how far away the palace was, and so something verbal would probably do better. He would swiftly circle-step around to Periit's right side, and slide his foot up a little bit further than normal, intending to grant himself easier access in to what was possible to see of her face, under the hood. "Might you understand the spearman's response better than I?" he would ask, masking his confusion a little better than before, but allowing at least a little bit of it to pass through. Leaning forward some, he wondered what her eyes would convey were she to give a verbal response. Should Spearman (Quixel) move a step closer, he'd of course hear him clearly, and would be at liberty to try to expose Nomi, or talk about the guard. Either or. Barely two seconds would pass after moving around in the group and, Nomi would then have to stop. Listening to the guard leading the group, his eyes would squint at the idea of him not being able to tap into any magic while inside. That meant he'd have to rely on his physical skill, and his technology, of which he only brought his Magitech device, and his pen-light-stamp (he never named the invention, just used it). Stepping forward was natural once the guards opened the doors, and whilst feeling the shifting air blow past his exposed shins, he would instinctively move his eyes around inside for things he could exploit. His clothing of course still had plenty of burnt holes in them from the encounter on the train, visible to about anyone who looked at him long enough. Decided that I could color actions to make things easier to identify as far as actions and acknowledging characters go. Might need to find a color for monologue thoughts though.
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Post by Periit on Mar 25, 2015 20:37:25 GMT -5
Periit kept following the guards hoping she'd keep a low profile, remain uninteresting to approach. Apparently dark clothed dude thought she was of interest as she felt him come up beside her. Lowering her head automatically as he got close enough he would only catch a glimpse of her different colored eyes, one a dark blue another a steely gray; along with her slightly pale tan skin and long lashes. Hearing his question she seemed to pause and think pinching her lips together even if he couldn't see the motion. She thought she did but even if she did she wouldn't say, so she turned her head slightly back to the ground and shake it while shrugging her shoulders.
Upon hearing the girl who just recently joined the little group she turned her head only offering a slight lift of the hand, not evening moving her wrist to 'wave'. Just raised the hand then dropped it to her side turning to face the front. Glancing up at the Palace as they reached the stairs she sighed softly, closing her eyes as she listened to the guard. 'Perfect,' she thought shaking her head before continuing forward after the guard, hoping dark guy would stop on his attempt to talk to her. Thinking to herself she studied the group over once again noticing the holes in dark guy's clothes but said nothing as she continued after the guard.
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Mar 27, 2015 8:17:28 GMT -5
A genuine smile appeared on Lilith's face for the first time when one of the male's dropped back to talk to her. Her body language relaxed a bit, just enough where someone observing could interpret it as her settling in you could say into the strangeness of the situation. Even so, she remained on high alert, but allowed herself a moment of peace to engage in small talk, however short that would be. "I'm all right. Curious about this whole thing," she said, making a sweeping motion to encompass their entire group. "What about you? How'd you get dragged into this?"
As her voice died, the guard's rang out, drawing her attention. Seeing the massive building they were now standing on, Lilith let out a low whistle, impressed by the structure, although not particularly intimidated. Hearing the explanation of the mana-suppressing effects of the building-the Palace apparently-she gave a little huff, not so much that the idea disturbed her, but more like resignation. It mildly irritated her, having her powers suppressed, but she decided to not make a fuss about it. Silently, she prayed that there wasn't any shady business going on and herself and the group weren't walking into a possible deathtrap. Morbid thoughts, she knew, but as she was completely ignorant as to the nature of this meeting, paranoia was natural.
Her boots made very soft tapping noises on the floor of the Palace, and her head swiveled from side to side and up, partially to take in its appearance, but also to quickly determine its layout and personnel. Her first impressions of the others left her, vaguely disappointed. Their stoic silence led her to forsake her usual taciturn nature and try, emphasis on try, to be more outgoing. They couldn't all be sticks in the mud, right?
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Post by DC on Mar 28, 2015 18:50:04 GMT -5
Minxele chuckled quietly with a shrug that followed. "Hell if I know; I was just rounded up like the rest of us, here," he answered. He spoke slightly underneath the guard's explanations—he had heard rumors about The Palace from time to time, and so he was aware of its secrecy as well as its ability to keep things orderly. He hardly heard stories from people who had entered, so he figured that, whatever the reason might be, it was of dire importance. But then again, why this ragtag group of all of anybody who was showing up during the Lunacy? Minxele was just as confused as the rest, though his demeanor kept up to say that he wasn't the slightest bit bothered. "Fancy," he murmured quietly as they were lead in.
All around them were sights of obvious wealth. The walls were lined with the typical portraits of generations after generations and the floors had a small network of carpets that seemed to run endlessly throughout the building from what one could see. The carpets were all a dark red with golden threading along the edges. The floors were all clear, realing more of the bioluminescent water that apparently ran underneath the palace. It gave The Palace a mysterious aqua glow. It was bright enough to cover the areas that the white-light crystals didn't quite reach. The lighting was definitely not an issue, but one could easily imagine how it would appear when the lights were cut out. There wouldn't be an easy way to sneak around. Whatever transpired within The Palace was done openly.
When the group was lead to the right, they stood before two rather large doors made of a rich, dark wood. The doors easily stretched to three-times that of the guard before them, which gave the doors a sort of ominous presence, as if they could judge who entered and who could not. The Guard pushed the doors open, with surprisingly little struggle, and they were greeted by a bright dining hall that had a table that was perpendicular to the many tables parallel to the walls on their left and right. The tables were made of the same wood that the doors seemed to be made of, each lined with silver and gold china, food everywhere, and lots of people eating, chatting or otherwise mingling. It wasn't a feast, it seemed, since there was no formality to it whatsoever, and since there was no king-like or queen-like figure sitting in an obvious spot of importance, it seemed to be a place where people were treated as equals.
The guard leading them made few acknowledgements of others' greeting him as he lead the group towards the table that seemed to overlook the rest. When the party was grouped by the table, however, it would become clear that there was a council, of sorts, that lead things. Even then, however, the people in authority were few; only six individuals at the "head table" seemed to hold any form of seriousness as they talked and ate. These individuals were divided evenly; there were three males and three females. When the guard stopped and dropped to one knee, he turned his head away and then cleared his throat. "Council of Six, this is the party that you instructed us to locate and deliver to you. These are all of the individuals that were pointed out."
The six individuals slowly ended their conversation and then looked to the guard, then to the group before them. Their gazes fell, in no real coordination, to each of the members. "Good," one of the females of the group said. She offered the guard a smile, even though she knew that he wouldn't see it. She didn't really care for the formalities, but she knew that she had to accept them due to her role. She was new to the position, however she had a lot of respect already built due to what she was. She excused herself from the table and she motioned for the party to follow her.
She stood at a rough five-foot, six-inch height and dressed fairly loosely. She wore a white shroud over her body with the hood of it down. There were no details to the cloak, making it just a bland cloak. There didn't seem to be anything special to it, other than the fact that it would suddenly click that all of the council was wearing similar shrouds. She walked to a door that was on the left wall of the table as the party would be seeing it and held the door open. As she walked off, one of the males within the council dismissed the guard who then stood up and marched off, obviously trying to retain some form of military discipline despite the chaos of the Main Hall.
Iphir wasn't quite surprised by all of the commotion, however he was still impressed. The Palace seemed so orderly and respectful on the outside, yet within this one room, it was as if politeness and formalities didn't exist. He'd have to ask about the mechanics of the behavior and rules of The Palace worked, if he could, at some point. But whatever the group had been gathered for, things just kept getting more and more interesting, to him. Obviously they had been singled out by one of the figures of highest authority in the city, but he still hadn't the slightest reason why. When he looked at the female that was escorting them to the room on the side, he started drawing up ideas. None of his ideas held any form of substance, however. He was slightly confused, however this didn't even come remotely close to making its way to his expression. Any of his previous thoughts prior to entering The Palace were gone. His mind was pulled into what the purpose of everything was. Why were they being herded like sheep, he wondered.
Relax, it's not anything that will result in any real excitement...
Iphir nodded ever so slightly in response to his psicrystal. He trusted its judgement, and it was fairly easy to believe given the environment. If they were gathered to be killed, then there wouldn't be so many people around, he'd imagine. It wouldn't look good if there was a violent commotion going on near such a large crowd. Similarly, magic wasn't a thing that anybody could use, and so physical means would be the only way things could happen. One member of the council against the six of them wouldn't make much sense at all. But, you never know..
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