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Re: In the so-called Land of the Free #Jaya #Kira

Steph
 

Who: Jaya
With: Kira, Open
Where: Artisan's Quarter, King's City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

When Jaya heard her name behind her in that familiar voice, she immediately turned around, eyebrows furrowed, and she let her hood drop. Over time, her cloak had gotten more and more magical, and she knew that nowadays the hood covered her face in unnatural deep shadows. Even without the hood hiding her face, she looked different than she did on Earth--a little shorter, a lot more boyish, and she kept her dark hair short so that it would stay out of her way. Maybe the physical features were different, but her mannerisms were much the same.

The thing was, the woman standing in the garden, just outside the fairy circle that Jaya had used to cross through, looked more or less exactly the same. Eventyr-style clothes, but it was the same Kira, holding a familiar little leather bound book in her hand. When Jaya came through with her cell phone in her pocket, she always ended up with that book on this side.

"Kira?" she asked in return. She was part tempted to push Kira back through the fairy circle to the other side, just to be sure it was really her, but when she looked down at the ground, she saw the circle of flowers wilting away, its magic all spent.

"It's... it's me. I know it doesn't look like me, but it is." She waved for Kira to follow her out of the garden with one hand, holding the gate wide with the other. "Come on, we don't want to get caught standing around in some rich merchant's garden. They'll call for guards, we'll get arrested, it's no fun, trust me."

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Re: All We Have is Each Other #hawkins #Gwen

Ben
 

As soon as the woman threw the hilt of her sword at him, Hawkins immediately began a flow of motion. The hilt was on a trajectory aimed straight at his head, one that he needed to change very quickly or risk serious injury. His sword almost seemed to move of its own volition and flicked to the left to block the spinning hilt. His sword clanged against it and it spun off to the side, thudding into the wall behind him. At which point he noticed that the distance between him and the woman had lessened considerably.


Hawkins felt her grab ahold of his shirt and pull him close, a technique he had picked up himself from his hometown. He allowed his gaze to settle on her own eyes, a fierce frown making up his expression. “Manners, eh? How about a trick instead?” With that, Hawkins dropped his sword and grabbed her wrist and shirt. With a roar, he did his best to flip her over his hip, using all his strength and weight to make sure she would almost fly past him. A little too late, he realized she had maintained a grip on his shirt. Glancing down he muttered to himself, “Shit…”


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On Mon, Feb 11, 2019 at 10:27 PM Larissa Jones <inkflamewriter@...> wrote:

Who: Gwen

With: Hawkins

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Gwen didn’t catch what was happening until it was too late and all that was left in her hand was the hilt of her rapier and a couple inches of the blade. She was lucky he hadn’t hit her too. For a moment, she just stared at the broken sword, stunned into silence. Part of her wanted to walk away, to wash her hands of this stranger who clearly wouldn’t know politeness if it hit him in the face. But part of her wanted to show him that she wasn’t about to be intimidated into backing down when it wasn’t even her fault in the first place.


So she threw the hilt at his head.


She didn’t even care if it hit him or not. But she was going to make sure he regretted starting something with her.


Gwen used the momentary distraction to attempt to get past the man’s sword and get a hold on his shirt. It was a dangerous move to get in close to someone bigger than her, but one that she hoped would surprise him enough to get him to back down. Her father had taught her long ago that she could stand up to bullies by getting up close and personal, so they had little room to move or react. Most of the time, it worked well. Except for on her brother, that is.


Glaring at the man, she finally answered, “Why would I walk away? Someone has to teach you manners.”


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Re: All We Have is Each Other #hawkins #Gwen

Larissa Jones
 

Who: Gwen

With: Hawkins

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Gwen didn’t catch what was happening until it was too late and all that was left in her hand was the hilt of her rapier and a couple inches of the blade. She was lucky he hadn’t hit her too. For a moment, she just stared at the broken sword, stunned into silence. Part of her wanted to walk away, to wash her hands of this stranger who clearly wouldn’t know politeness if it hit him in the face. But part of her wanted to show him that she wasn’t about to be intimidated into backing down when it wasn’t even her fault in the first place.


So she threw the hilt at his head.


She didn’t even care if it hit him or not. But she was going to make sure he regretted starting something with her.


Gwen used the momentary distraction to attempt to get past the man’s sword and get a hold on his shirt. It was a dangerous move to get in close to someone bigger than her, but one that she hoped would surprise him enough to get him to back down. Her father had taught her long ago that she could stand up to bullies by getting up close and personal, so they had little room to move or react. Most of the time, it worked well. Except for on her brother, that is.


Glaring at the man, she finally answered, “Why would I walk away? Someone has to teach you manners.”


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Re: All We Have is Each Other #hawkins #Gwen

Ben
 

Who: Hawkins

With: Gwen

Where: Merchant’s Square

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


The moment the woman began to draw her sword from its sheath, Hawkins’ was already making an arc for it. With the strength of his arm and the weight of his cutlass behind the blow, plus the leverage between the woman’s grip on the hilt, his blade sheared straight through that of his opponent’s, leaving the hilt in her hand, and the blade still in its sheath. He took a moment to ready his blade again, just in case she decided to press the attack anyways.


“Not lookin’ fer trouble, eh? I’d say that fancy poker of yers was trouble enough. Care to rethink those words?”


Hawkins flourished his blade, spinning it on either side of him. Sure, it was showy, but he wanted to make sure this woman knew exactly what kind of man she was dealing with.


“Last chance, lass. Walk away.”


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On Mon, Feb 11, 2019 at 11:35 AM Larissa Jones <inkflamewriter@...> wrote:

Who: Gwen

With: Hawkins

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


As quickly as she had a grip on the strange person, she lost it. The move jerked her forward, but she had a much steadier stance this time and didn’t stumble quite so much as she had before. And at least she got a better look at who she was dealing with. Even if that better look involved mostly just a large beard.


A sword pointed at her had Gwen backing away fast, keeping her hands visible to show she was unarmed. The rapier at her hip ruined some of the effect, but the intention was to avoid a physical fight. The chances of which were fading rather fast.


“Like I said, you ran into me.” A slight hint of an accent slipped through as Gwen answered, barely noticeable. It had been a long time since she had met anyone from the coast, but every time she did, her own accent started to slip back in. “I’m not looking for trouble, but I’m not afraid of it, either.” At that moment, she let her hand drop to the hilt of her own sword and started to draw, knowing that she would rather risk a fight than not have something ready to defend herself with.


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Re: BP/JP: Reality Sucks #Bert #Kyky

Ben
 

Who:Kyky and Bert

When: 867 Rok

Where: Western Plains


Kyky woke up with that uncomfortable kink in her neck that suggested she had slept on it wrong all night. Her limbs felt heavy, and there was an uncomfortable numbness in her fingers that made her compulsively keep stretching them out. She blinked awake in that awful stupor that followed drunkenness - how had she gotten to bed? Uber? No… probably not. As she racked her brain, Kyky recalled a pale but handsome face. Loud crashes and shouting. Nothing but spinning rooms and unsure feet, but yet, a self-assurance, that she knew what she was doing and that it was right.


Turning over in the hard mattress, Kyky instinctively reached for the bottle of water she kept at her bedside in New York. Her hand encountered only a straw broom that toppled noisily as her back protested the sudden movement and Kyky realized what a great privilege it was to have memory foam back home. With an uncomfortable groan, Kyky sank back against the packed hay pretending to be a bed. "I want to go home," she whined, self indulgently, while she blinked her eyes clear and began thinking toward a plan.


Bert was waiting somewhat impatiently in the next room, his boot tapping a slow, constant rhythm on the wooden floor. It had been a few hours since they had finished off the local vampire and rescued the girl he’d held captive in the mansion, but they hadn’t heard a sound from her since they brought her back to the inn, which was worrying Bert quite a bit. They hadn’t had time to determine whether or not the vampire had turned her, so for now, they were hoping for the best.


Taking a sip from the water he had on the table, Bert left his seat and began a slow pace across the room, going over possible outcomes of their current situation. The worst possible situations were that she had been turned and they’d have to kill her too, or that she was currently dying and they had no idea. They wouldn’t know about her status until she woke up, and she had seemed to be in good health, besides passing out, so death seemed to be behind them as well. Best case scenario, she just needed some rest, and then she’ll wake up and they can nurse her back to health, or find a healer that could. For now though, it was a waiting game, one that he didn’t seem to be very good at.


Kyky forced herself to sit up - she felt… hungover, was the only way she had to describe the sensation. Dehydrated, depleted - sleeping sounded great, but first she needed water, and that need drove her to her unsteady feet. She followed the wall to the door, leaning all the way… and found it locked.


Fuck, she realized. Whoever saved her wasn't stupid. They didn't know that she wouldn't wake up dead. A vampire. Whatever that meant.


Weakly, her palm beat against the door a couple times. "Please," she called, her voice whinier than she intended. "Can I have some water?" That was all the communication she could muster, though, and the rest was barely coherent, as she sunk against the wall helplessly and spoke the most millennial sentence she ever uttered in her life: "I'm not like, you know… Can we just, please?"


Bert turned to look at the door to the girl’s room. He could have sworn he’d heard some light taps on the other side of it, but he couldn’t have been sure. With how high strung he was, it could have been his imagination. Just to be sure, he stepped closer to the door to listen more closely. And then he heard her. More than anything, she sounded weak, almost feeble. And based on her last sentence, almost delirious. Bert almost sprinted back to the table, but then stopped just as quickly as he started. This could just as easily be a ploy to get him to unlock the door. Better to be safe than sorry.


Bert slowly poured a cup of water from the pitcher on the table before turning and unsheathing his sword. It wouldn’t do to be caught unprepared by a vampire. Walking slowly and quietly towards the door, he pointed the blade towards where he had heard the voice coming from. “I’m going to open the door now. I have water for you, but I need you to back away a little bit first.” He slowly lifted the latch, making sure to keep one boot firmly planted at the base in case she decided to try to force her way out. And with that, he opened the door, hoping he was ready for whatever lay in wait on the other side.


Obediently, Kyky backed away from the door, following the wall back a few paces until she felt a little too dizzy and exhaled slowly as she sank to the floor. No tumbling, no bruises, just steadily releasing herself to the weakness. Her ass hit the ground and her feet sprawled out from under her instantly. Feeling more like a ragdoll than a creature, she hoped she was non-threatening enough when the guy shaping up to be her literal favorite person ever opened the door. He was on his guard, but that just meant he wasn't stupid.


"Mooorning," Kyky drawled in greeting, although she had zero idea what time it actually was. She lifted a hand in what might have been a wave or maybe just a request for that water. "I'm Kyky."


Bert was a little surprised at what lay behind the door. Or rather, what sat behind the door. The girl seemed to be very out of it, based on her current pose and manner of speech, but ever the skeptic, Bert reamined cautious. Carefully moving closer, making sure to keep his sword leveled, he set the water down next to her before backing away again. Without sunlight, it was very difficult to tell if she was a vampire. And then the thought struck him. He hadn’t had it for too long, but this was a situation where his staff may come in handy.


“Hello Kyky, my name is Bert. Go ahead and drink some water, and I’ll be right back.” Backing away from Kyky, he moved out of the room and used his free hand to grab his staff. Staff and sword in hand, he moved with a little more confidence. Even if she was stronger than he was, he had taken the time to make himself dangerous as well. Approaching her once again, Bert explained his plan. “Kyky, once you’ve finished your water, I want you to hold this for me and answer a couple questions, if you don’t mind. This will only take a moment, and when we’re done, I’ll get you some more water, and some food if you like. Deal?”


Kyky reached for the water, careful not to make any sudden movements and startle the young man with the very sharp object that he looked like he had every intention of using. She wet her lips first, then swished the first gulp around in her mouth… a little bit worried she would taste copper. Could she have accidentally consumed some of the vampire's blood? Was it possible to be a ticking-time-bomb of vampirism? She didn't know, but, luckily, she just tasted water. Sweet, sweet water. The cup was empty before she knew it.


He - Bert, he'd said, and she thought of Ernie's grumpy roomie from Sesame Street - returned and asked her to… hold his stick? It was such a weird request that she could only suppose it was one of two things: a sexual proposition or witchcraft. But she wasn't exactly in a situation to say no, locked in a room choosing between holding said stick or staying hungry, dehydrated, or possibly staked through the heart. So, with a resigned shrug, she set the cup down and reached out her hand for the… stick.


Bert breathed a small sigh of relief. Besides the odd look she gave him, not that he could blame her, she was not showing any signs of resistance. He handed the staff to her and carefully took one step back. “Thank you Kyky. Now, why don’t you tell me your full name? And where are you from?” Bert figured some simple questions to start with would open her up to bigger ones later.


Keeping his sword pointed at Kyky, Bert poured himself a glass of water and refilled Kyky’s glass as well. He hoped this wouldn’t be too difficult and over quickly. Kyky already seemed like a nice girl, and he really hoped she wasn’t a vampire. That would put too many people in danger to keep her alive. “I hope you like mutton. The innkeeper’s wife prepared a wonderful meal after we got back. I believe she still has some left, and it wouldn’t take long to heat up again.” Bert pulled up a chair and sat a few feet away from Kyky. “I have one last question for you. Are you a vampire?”


"Kyrylis Margaret Atwood," Kyky answered. Yeah, her mother had been a huge fan of the novelist by the same name. Kyky felt a little bit like she was at the DMV or going through customs at the airport. Name, birthdate, address, they always asked. "I am from Parkland." After the national tragedy that claimed seventeen lives and sparked a political movement, she'd stopped needing to add Florida, and so she left that off.


Gratefully, Kyky drank down the water when her cup was refilled let out a ghost of a laugh as he tried to comfort her with talk of food while he was obviously still ready to kill her at the slightest indication she was lying or, you know, undead. She paused a moment before answering his most important question to press two fingers to her throat. There was a weak, rapid pulse there. "I've never been a vampire before, so I don't know for sure. But my heart is beating, and it's water I want to drink, so… I think probably not." And although the thought frightened her, Kyky found herself compelled to add it when it crossed her mind, and she cast a glance at the door. It was probably the early hours of the morning still and yet dark out, but it wouldn't be, soon.  "I'll go into the sunlight to check."


Bert nodded as Kyky answered his questions. She showed no surprise at her answers, which boded well for her. She seemed honest by nature, and didn’t have any qualms about cooperating with him. He couldn’t say he’d heard of Parkland before, but it was a big kingdom, and there were a lot of villages he’d never been to. He reached out once again to refill her glass. Her thirst made sense. She’d been unconscious for quite some time.


He almost chuckled at her responses to his last question. Checking her pulse, commenting on her want for water instead of blood, it all pointed towards how genuine she truly was. “Well Miss Atwood, I’m inclined to believe you, but I think I’ll take you up on that check. Can’t be too careful. For now, I believe that you have no ill intent towards me, or any of my companions, so why don’t you give me my staff back, and I’ll get some of that food for you. You’ve been more than cooperative, and after all you’ve been through, I think you’ve earned it. Is there anything else I can get you for now?” With that, Bert reached out both for his staff and to help her off the floor. He hoped he was right, but she definitely seemed like the kind of person who could use a helping hand.


"Call me Kyky," the girl responded with a weak smile, reaching up to take the offered hand and passed the staff back as she did. Given how heavily she relied on Bert's strength to get back to her feet and how much she leaned on him when she did, it was clear she had none of a vampire's rumored super-strength. Showing, though, that her promise was in good faith, she took the first step toward the door and the blossoming dawn outside it. This close, though, and with such kind and supportive words from the gentleman, it was impossible for her not to notice how cute he was….


It hurt her eyes, just a little and although she doubted she was a vampire, she actually wasn't sure when had been the last time she had seen daylight. "Yeah so, about 'what I've been through,'" Kyky said, latching onto his words as she tried to dig through her fuzzy-at-best memories and finding not much besides that pale face, she went on to ask, "Like - what did I go through?"


As Bert helped Kyky up, he made note of how frail and light she seemed. She was not healthy at this point, to say the least, so vampire or not, she wouldn’t be much of a threat. He set his staff aside for a moment to sheathe his sword. No reason to have it out at this point. Grabbing his staff again, he followed her towards the door, watching the start of a sunrise through a nearby window. Looking back toward Kyky, he couldn’t help but notice her studying his face a little closer than before.


As they stepped outside, Bert gave her a once over. “Well Kyky, it would seem you’re not a vampire! I suppose congratulations are in order, but how about after you’ve had something to eat?” He moved to one side and held the door open for her. “As for what you’ve been through, I can go into details over breakfast, but it would seem you’ve been held captive by a vampire for quite some time. He had you firmly under his spell until just recently. Thank you, by the way, for distracting him. That could have been a nasty fight otherwise.” Bert walked towards the inn’s kitchen and stoked some coals before grabbing some leftover mutton and a small loaf of bread to heat up for Kyky. That finished, he walked back towards the table near the center of the room and pulled a chair out for her, gesturing for her to sit. “What all can you remember from your time with him?”


In mock celebration at the very sobering realization she wasn't going to burst into flame, Kyky smiled ruefully and quipped, "Woo! Turn down for what." The fact that her joke was lost on her handsome partner was a disappointment and the slight flare of energy quickly fizzled, but she was grateful to head in the direction of food.


His words brought focus to her hazy memories. Captive to a vampire for quite some time? How much time? It would be half as much on earth but if it had been a year, that would definitely have made her a missing person. "I should go home, then," Kyky said, softly, "My parents will be worried sick." They had already almost lost her once…


Distracting him? Oh - she did remember that. It had felt like such an epic betrayal since she'd felt so very in love with the dark, handsome man, but deep down, she had known it was the right thing to do.


She pondered this quietly while she watched Bert prepare her some food, with a grateful smile, and ate when he brought it to her. Her stomach suddenly felt so empty, and so she went to the bread first, knowing it would be the most filling. "I remember…" her hand drifted up toward her neck, and the still-sore wounds there, deep enough that they would likely scar. She didn't speak about the biting or the blood letting - not only would Bert already deduce that, but she was ashamed of how much she had enjoyed it, and she was sure he would think her disgusting for it. "That I slept a lot." The blood loss made her tired. "He would talk to me." That might have been significant, actually…


Bert grinned at Kyky’s excitement, though her choice of words confused him somewhat. He made a mental note to ask what she meant later on. His grin faded though at her next words. She was right, any family she might have would have been missing her for quite awhile. Assuming they didn’t already think she was dead. “We will get you home soon. It wouldn’t do to worry your family any longer than necessary.”


Bert watched her eat, and it quickly became obvious how little she had likely had while in the vampire’s possession. He could see the bite marks on her neck, and winced a little when she rubbed her hand over them. They had to have hurt quite a bit to begin with, and were likely still hurting, based on how fresh they looked. Knowing the legends surrounding vampires, she had likely been talked into submitting herself to him, and probably almost felt sexual about it. But those kinds of memories could be harmful to her, so it was probably best to ignore them for now.


“Sleeping a lot would make sense, especially if he was drinking from you often. Your body would have been trying its best to recover. And remembering him talking is a feat in and of itself. He would have been doing his best to keep you in a trance, which would have been hard to remember. For now, though, you’re safe, you have food and water, and you’re not a vampire. Let’s count our blessings and move on.”


"Count our blessings," Kyky repeated in affirmation, smiling.  She reached out to touch Bert's hand in a warm gesture of gratitude, and did exactly that. "Blessing number one."


She took another bite, then almost surprised herself when she spoke up again. "I want to help. Help rescue people stuck, like I was." It would take her time to remember specifics - the information was there. At the time, she had thought she was learning about her soon-to-be family, and she had been so eager for every tidbit her lover offered. But for now, she was tired, dehydrated, and still weak from blood loss. "When I'm better - and I've told my parents not to worry… can I come with you?"


Bert smiled back, taking a hold of her hand and giving it a squeeze. At her question though, his expression turned to a slight frown as he went into a little bit of thought. “Well, you’ve shown that you can think well in a pinch. Definitely brave enough for it. Can you fight at all?” Bert waved off the question almost as soon as he asked it. “Doesn’t matter. I’d have time to teach you. It could be a long time before we stop again. Are you ok with staying away that long?”


Bert hefted his staff to Kyky. “If you feel up to it, give that a couple swings and see how it feels. If you like it, we’ll get you one and get started on your training once you’re better.”


Kyky stood up, took the staff, and gave it a few swings as he instructed. It was big - she had twirled batons as a girl, but this was like that one steroids - but she smiled as she set it back on the ground. "I'm a quick learner. And - I'll need to go home and see my parents so they'll know I'm not dead - but yes…" A smile spread slowly across her face. Weary as she was, she was excited. "I am up for an adventure."


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On Mon, Feb 11, 2019 at 11:33 AM Rachel Balla <rachelballa@...> wrote:

Who: Kyky and Bert
When: 867 ROK
Where: Western Plains

Kyky woke up with that uncomfortable kink in her neck that suggested she had slept on it wrong all night. Her limbs felt heavy, and there was an uncomfortable numbness in her fingers that made her compulsively keep stretching them out. She blinked awake in that awful stupor that followed drunkenness - how had she gotten to bed?
Uber? No… probably not. As she racked her brain, Kyky recalled a pale but handsome face. Loud crashes and shouting. Nothing but spinning rooms and unsure feet, but yet, a self-assurance, that she knew what she was doing and that it was right.


Turning over in the hard mattress, Kyky instinctively reached for the bottle of water she kept at her bedside in New York. Her hand encountered only a straw broom that toppled noisily as her back protested the sudden movement and Kyky realized what a great privilege it was to have memory foam back home. With an uncomfortable groan, Kyky sank back against the packed hay pretending to be a bed. "I want to go home," she whined, self indulgently, while she blinked her eyes clear and began thinking toward a plan.


Bert was waiting somewhat impatiently in the next room, his boot tapping a slow, constant rhythm on the wooden floor. It had been a few hours since they had finished off the local vampire and rescued the girl he’d held captive in the mansion, but they hadn’t heard a sound from her since they brought her back to the inn, which was worrying Bert quite a bit. They hadn’t had time to determine whether or not the vampire had turned her, so for now, they were hoping for the best.


Taking a sip from the water he had on the table, Bert left his seat and began a slow pace across the room, going over possible outcomes of their current situation. The worst possible situations were that she had been turned and they’d have to kill her too, or that she was currently dying and they had no idea. They wouldn’t know about her status until she woke up, and she had seemed to be in good health, besides passing out, so death seemed to be behind them as well. Best case scenario, she just needed some rest, and then she’ll wake up and they can nurse her back to health, or find a healer that could. For now though, it was a waiting game, one that he didn’t seem to be very good at.


Kyky forced herself to sit up - she felt… hungover, was the only way she had to describe the sensation. Dehydrated, depleted - sleeping sounded great, but first she needed water, and that need drove her to her unsteady feet. She followed the wall to the door, leaning all the way… and found it locked.


Fuck, she realized. Whoever saved her wasn't stupid. They didn't know that she wouldn't wake up dead. A vampire. Whatever that meant.


Weakly, her palm beat against the door a couple times. "Please," she called, her voice whinier than she intended. "Can I have some water?" That was all the communication she could muster, though, and the rest was barely coherent, as she sunk against the wall helplessly and spoke the most millennial sentence she ever uttered in her life: "I'm not like, you know… Can we just, please?"


Bert turned to look at the door to the girl’s room. He could have sworn he’d heard some light taps on the other side of it, but he couldn’t have been sure. With how high strung he was, it could have been his imagination. Just to be sure, he stepped closer to the door to listen more closely. And then he heard her. More than anything, she sounded weak, almost feeble. And based on her last sentence, almost delirious. Bert almost sprinted back to the table, but then stopped just as quickly as he started. This could just as easily be a ploy to get him to unlock the door. Better to be safe than sorry. Bert slowly poured a cup of water from the pitcher on the table before turning and unsheathing his sword. It wouldn’t do to be caught unprepared by a vampire. Walking slowly and quietly towards the door, he pointed the blade towards where he had heard the voice coming from. “I’m going to open the door now. I have water for you, but I need you to back away a little bit first.” He slowly lifted the latch, making sure to keep one boot firmly planted at the base in case she decided to try to force her way out. And with that, he opened the door, hoping he was ready for whatever lay in wait on the other side. Obediently, Kyky backed away from the door, following the wall back a few paces until she felt a little too dizzy and exhaled slowly as she sank to the floor. No tumbling, no bruises, just steadily releasing herself to the weakness. Her ass hit the ground and her feet sprawled out from under her instantly. Feeling more like a ragdoll than a creature, she hoped she was non-threatening enough when the guy shaping up to be her literal favorite person ever opened the door. He was on his guard, but that just meant he wasn't stupid. "Mooorning," Kyky drawled in greeting, although she had zero idea what time it actually was. She lifted a hand in what might have been a wave or maybe just a request for that water. "I'm Kyky." Bert was a little surprised at what lay behind the door. Or rather, what sat behind the door. The girl seemed to be very out of it, based on her current pose and manner of speech, but ever the skeptic, Bert reamined cautious. Carefully moving closer, making sure to keep his sword leveled, he set the water down next to her before backing away again. Without sunlight, it was very difficult to tell if she was a vampire. And then the thought struck him. He hadn’t had it for too long, but this was a situation where his staff may come in handy. “Hello Kyky, my name is Bert. Go ahead and drink some water, and I’ll be right back.” Backing away from Kyky, he moved out of the room and used his free hand to grab his staff. Staff and sword in hand, he moved with a little more confidence. Even if she was stronger than he was, he had taken the time to make himself dangerous as well. Approaching her once again, Bert explained his plan. “Kyky, once you’ve finished your water, I want you to hold this for me and answer a couple questions, if you don’t mind. This will only take a moment, and when we’re done, I’ll get you some more water, and some food if you like. Deal?” Kyky reached for the water, careful not to make any sudden movements and startle the young man with the very sharp object that he looked like he had every intention of using. She wet her lips first, then swished the first gulp around in her mouth… a little bit worried she would taste copper. Could she have accidentally consumed some of the vampire's blood? Was it possible to be a ticking-time-bomb of vampirism? She didn't know, but, luckily, she just tasted water. Sweet, sweet water. The cup was empty before she knew it. He - Bert, he'd said, and she thought of Ernie's grumpy roomie from Sesame Street - returned and asked her to… hold his stick? It was such a weird request that she could only suppose it was one of two things: a sexual proposition or witchcraft. But she wasn't exactly in a situation to say no, locked in a room choosing between holding said stick or staying hungry, dehydrated, or possibly staked through the heart. So, with a resigned shrug, she set the cup down and reached out her hand for the… stick. Bert breathed a small sigh of relief. Besides the odd look she gave him, not that he could blame her, she was not showing any signs of resistance. He handed the staff to her and carefully took one step back. “Thank you Kyky. Now, why don’t you tell me your full name? And where are you from?” Bert figured some simple questions to start with would open her up to bigger ones later. Keeping his sword pointed at Kyky, Bert poured himself a glass of water and refilled Kyky’s glass as well. He hoped this wouldn’t be too difficult and over quickly. Kyky already seemed like a nice girl, and he really hoped she wasn’t a vampire. That would put too many people in danger to keep her alive. “I hope you like mutton. The innkeeper’s wife prepared a wonderful meal after we got back. I believe she still has some left, and it wouldn’t take long to heat up again.” Bert pulled up a chair and sat a few feet away from Kyky. “I have one last question for you. Are you a vampire?”

"Kyrylis Margaret Atwood," Kyky answered. Yeah, her mother had been a huge fan of the novelist by the same name. Kyky felt a little bit like she was at the DMV or going through customs at the airport. Name, birthdate, address, they always asked. "I am from Parkland." After the national tragedy that claimed seventeen lives and sparked a political movement, she'd stopped needing to add Florida, and so she left that off. Gratefully, Kyky drank down the water when her cup was refilled let out a ghost of a laugh as he tried to comfort her with talk of food while he was obviously still ready to kill her at the slightest indication she was lying or, you know, undead. She paused a moment before answering his most important question to press two fingers to her throat. There was a weak, rapid pulse there. "I've never been a vampire before, so I don't know for sure. But my heart is beating, and it's water I want to drink, so… I think probably not." And although the thought frightened her, Kyky found herself compelled to add it when it crossed her mind, and she cast a glance at the door. It was probably the early hours of the morning still and yet dark out, but it wouldn't be, soon. "I'll go into the sunlight to check." Bert nodded as Kyky answered his questions. She showed no surprise at her answers, which boded well for her. She seemed honest by nature, and didn’t have any qualms about cooperating with him. He couldn’t say he’d heard of Parkland before, but it was a big kingdom, and there were a lot of villages he’d never been to. He reached out once again to refill her glass. Her thirst made sense. She’d been unconscious for quite some time. He almost chuckled at her responses to his last question. Checking her pulse, commenting on her want for water instead of blood, it all pointed towards how genuine she truly was. “Well Miss Atwood, I’m inclined to believe you, but I think I’ll take you up on that check. Can’t be too careful. For now, I believe that you have no ill intent towards me, or any of my companions, so why don’t you give me my staff back, and I’ll get some of that food for you. You’ve been more than cooperative, and after all you’ve been through, I think you’ve earned it. Is there anything else I can get you for now?” With that, Bert reached out both for his staff and to help her off the floor. He hoped he was right, but she definitely seemed like the kind of person who could use a helping hand. "Call me Kyky," the girl responded with a weak smile, reaching up to take the offered hand and passed the staff back as she did. Given how heavily she relied on Bert's strength to get back to her feet and how much she leaned on him when she did, it was clear she had none of a vampire's rumored super-strength. Showing, though, that her promise was in good faith, she took the first step toward the door and the blossoming dawn outside it. This close, though, and with such kind and supportive words from the gentleman, it was impossible for her not to notice how cute he was…. It hurt her eyes, just a little and although she doubted she was a vampire, she actually wasn't sure when had been the last time she had seen daylight. "Yeah so, about 'what I've been through,'" Kyky said, latching onto his words as she tried to dig through her fuzzy-at-best memories and finding not much besides that pale face, she went on to ask, "Like - what did I go through?" As Bert helped Kyky up, he made note of how frail and light she seemed. She was not healthy at this point, to say the least, so vampire or not, she wouldn’t be much of a threat. He set his staff aside for a moment to sheathe his sword. No reason to have it out at this point. Grabbing his staff again, he followed her towards the door, watching the start of a sunrise through a nearby window. Looking back toward Kyky, he couldn’t help but notice her studying his face a little closer than before. As they stepped outside, Bert gave her a once over. “Well Kyky, it would seem you’re not a vampire! I suppose congratulations are in order, but how about after you’ve had something to eat?” He moved to one side and held the door open for her. “As for what you’ve been through, I can go into details over breakfast, but it would seem you’ve been held captive by a vampire for quite some time. He had you firmly under his spell until just recently. Thank you, by the way, for distracting him. That could have been a nasty fight otherwise.” Bert walked towards the inn’s kitchen and stoked some coals before grabbing some leftover mutton and a small loaf of bread to heat up for Kyky. That finished, he walked back towards the table near the center of the room and pulled a chair out for her, gesturing for her to sit. “What all can you remember from your time with him?”
In mock celebration at the very sobering realization she wasn't going to burst into flame, Kyky smiled ruefully and quipped, "Woo! Turn down for what." The fact that her joke was lost on her handsome partner was a disappointment and the slight flare of energy quickly fizzled, but she was grateful to head in the direction of food. His words brought focus to her hazy memories. Captive to a vampire for quite some time? How much time? It would be half as much on earth but if it had been a year, that would definitely have made her a missing person. "I should go home, then," Kyky said, softly, "My parents will be worried sick." They had already almost lost her once… Distracting him? Oh - she did remember that. It had felt like such an epic betrayal since she'd felt so very in love with the dark, handsome man, but deep down, she had known it was the right thing to do. She pondered this quietly while she watched Bert prepare her some food, with a grateful smile, and ate when he brought it to her. Her stomach suddenly felt so empty, and so she went to the bread first, knowing it would be the most filling. "I remember…" her hand drifted up toward her neck, and the still-sore wounds there, deep enough that they would likely scar. She didn't speak about the biting or the blood letting - not only would Bert already deduce that, but she was ashamed of how much she had enjoyed it, and she was sure he would think her disgusting for it. "That I slept a lot." The blood loss made her tired. "He would talk to me." That might have been significant, actually… Bert grinned at Kyky’s excitement, though her choice of words confused him somewhat. He made a mental note to ask what she meant later on. His grin faded though at her next words. She was right, any family she might have would have been missing her for quite awhile. Assuming they didn’t already think she was dead. “We will get you home soon. It wouldn’t do to worry your family any longer than necessary.” Bert watched her eat, and it quickly became obvious how little she had likely had while in the vampire’s possession. He could see the bite marks on her neck, and winced a little when she rubbed her hand over them. They had to have hurt quite a bit to begin with, and were likely still hurting, based on how fresh they looked. Knowing the legends surrounding vampires, she had likely been talked into submitting herself to him, and probably almost felt sexual about it. But those kinds of memories could be harmful to her, so it was probably best to ignore them for now. “Sleeping a lot would make sense, especially if he was drinking from you often. Your body would have been trying its best to recover. And remembering him talking is a feat in and of itself. He would have been doing his best to keep you in a trance, which would have been hard to remember. For now, though, you’re safe, you have food and water, and you’re not a vampire. Let’s count our blessings and move on.” "Count our blessings," Kyky repeated in affirmation, smiling. She reached out to touch Bert's hand in a warm gesture of gratitude, and did exactly that. "Blessing number one." She took another bite, then almost surprised herself when she spoke up again. "I want to help. Help rescue people stuck, like I was." It would take her time to remember specifics - the information was there. At the time, she had thought she was learning about her soon-to-be family, and she had been so eager for every tidbit her lover offered. But for now, she was tired, dehydrated, and still weak from blood loss. "When I'm better - and I've told my parents not to worry… can I come with you?" Bert smiled back, taking a hold of her hand and giving it a squeeze. At her question though, his expression turned to a slight frown as he went into a little bit of thought. “Well, you’ve shown that you can think well in a pinch. Definitely brave enough for it. Can you fight at all?” Bert waved off the question almost as soon as he asked it. “Doesn’t matter. I’d have time to teach you. It could be a long time before we stop again. Are you ok with staying away that long?” Bert hefted his staff to Kyky. “If you feel up to it, give that a couple swings and see how it feels. If you like it, we’ll get you one and get started on your training once you’re better.” Kyky stood up, took the staff, and gave it a few swings as he instructed. It was big - she had twirled batons as a girl, but this was like that one steroids - but she smiled as she set it back on the ground. "I'm a quick learner. And - I'll need to go home and see my parents so they'll know I'm not dead - but yes…" A smile spread slowly across her face. Weary as she was, she was excited. "I am up for an adventure."

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Benjamin Warner


Re: All We Have is Each Other #hawkins #Gwen

Larissa Jones
 

Who: Gwen

With: Hawkins

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


As quickly as she had a grip on the strange person, she lost it. The move jerked her forward, but she had a much steadier stance this time and didn’t stumble quite so much as she had before. And at least she got a better look at who she was dealing with. Even if that better look involved mostly just a large beard.


A sword pointed at her had Gwen backing away fast, keeping her hands visible to show she was unarmed. The rapier at her hip ruined some of the effect, but the intention was to avoid a physical fight. The chances of which were fading rather fast.


“Like I said, you ran into me.” A slight hint of an accent slipped through as Gwen answered, barely noticeable. It had been a long time since she had met anyone from the coast, but every time she did, her own accent started to slip back in. “I’m not looking for trouble, but I’m not afraid of it, either.” At that moment, she let her hand drop to the hilt of her own sword and started to draw, knowing that she would rather risk a fight than not have something ready to defend herself with.


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BP/JP: Reality Sucks #Bert #Kyky

Rachel
 

Who: Kyky and Bert
When: 867 ROK
Where: Western Plains

Kyky woke up with that uncomfortable kink in her neck that suggested she had slept on it wrong all night. Her limbs felt heavy, and there was an uncomfortable numbness in her fingers that made her compulsively keep stretching them out. She blinked awake in that awful stupor that followed drunkenness - how had she gotten to bed?
Uber? No… probably not. As she racked her brain, Kyky recalled a pale but handsome face. Loud crashes and shouting. Nothing but spinning rooms and unsure feet, but yet, a self-assurance, that she knew what she was doing and that it was right.


Turning over in the hard mattress, Kyky instinctively reached for the bottle of water she kept at her bedside in New York. Her hand encountered only a straw broom that toppled noisily as her back protested the sudden movement and Kyky realized what a great privilege it was to have memory foam back home. With an uncomfortable groan, Kyky sank back against the packed hay pretending to be a bed. "I want to go home," she whined, self indulgently, while she blinked her eyes clear and began thinking toward a plan.


Bert was waiting somewhat impatiently in the next room, his boot tapping a slow, constant rhythm on the wooden floor. It had been a few hours since they had finished off the local vampire and rescued the girl he’d held captive in the mansion, but they hadn’t heard a sound from her since they brought her back to the inn, which was worrying Bert quite a bit. They hadn’t had time to determine whether or not the vampire had turned her, so for now, they were hoping for the best.


Taking a sip from the water he had on the table, Bert left his seat and began a slow pace across the room, going over possible outcomes of their current situation. The worst possible situations were that she had been turned and they’d have to kill her too, or that she was currently dying and they had no idea. They wouldn’t know about her status until she woke up, and she had seemed to be in good health, besides passing out, so death seemed to be behind them as well. Best case scenario, she just needed some rest, and then she’ll wake up and they can nurse her back to health, or find a healer that could. For now though, it was a waiting game, one that he didn’t seem to be very good at.


Kyky forced herself to sit up - she felt… hungover, was the only way she had to describe the sensation. Dehydrated, depleted - sleeping sounded great, but first she needed water, and that need drove her to her unsteady feet. She followed the wall to the door, leaning all the way… and found it locked.


Fuck, she realized. Whoever saved her wasn't stupid. They didn't know that she wouldn't wake up dead. A vampire. Whatever that meant.


Weakly, her palm beat against the door a couple times. "Please," she called, her voice whinier than she intended. "Can I have some water?" That was all the communication she could muster, though, and the rest was barely coherent, as she sunk against the wall helplessly and spoke the most millennial sentence she ever uttered in her life: "I'm not like, you know… Can we just, please?"


Bert turned to look at the door to the girl’s room. He could have sworn he’d heard some light taps on the other side of it, but he couldn’t have been sure. With how high strung he was, it could have been his imagination. Just to be sure, he stepped closer to the door to listen more closely. And then he heard her. More than anything, she sounded weak, almost feeble. And based on her last sentence, almost delirious. Bert almost sprinted back to the table, but then stopped just as quickly as he started. This could just as easily be a ploy to get him to unlock the door. Better to be safe than sorry. Bert slowly poured a cup of water from the pitcher on the table before turning and unsheathing his sword. It wouldn’t do to be caught unprepared by a vampire. Walking slowly and quietly towards the door, he pointed the blade towards where he had heard the voice coming from. “I’m going to open the door now. I have water for you, but I need you to back away a little bit first.” He slowly lifted the latch, making sure to keep one boot firmly planted at the base in case she decided to try to force her way out. And with that, he opened the door, hoping he was ready for whatever lay in wait on the other side. Obediently, Kyky backed away from the door, following the wall back a few paces until she felt a little too dizzy and exhaled slowly as she sank to the floor. No tumbling, no bruises, just steadily releasing herself to the weakness. Her ass hit the ground and her feet sprawled out from under her instantly. Feeling more like a ragdoll than a creature, she hoped she was non-threatening enough when the guy shaping up to be her literal favorite person ever opened the door. He was on his guard, but that just meant he wasn't stupid. "Mooorning," Kyky drawled in greeting, although she had zero idea what time it actually was. She lifted a hand in what might have been a wave or maybe just a request for that water. "I'm Kyky." Bert was a little surprised at what lay behind the door. Or rather, what sat behind the door. The girl seemed to be very out of it, based on her current pose and manner of speech, but ever the skeptic, Bert reamined cautious. Carefully moving closer, making sure to keep his sword leveled, he set the water down next to her before backing away again. Without sunlight, it was very difficult to tell if she was a vampire. And then the thought struck him. He hadn’t had it for too long, but this was a situation where his staff may come in handy. “Hello Kyky, my name is Bert. Go ahead and drink some water, and I’ll be right back.” Backing away from Kyky, he moved out of the room and used his free hand to grab his staff. Staff and sword in hand, he moved with a little more confidence. Even if she was stronger than he was, he had taken the time to make himself dangerous as well. Approaching her once again, Bert explained his plan. “Kyky, once you’ve finished your water, I want you to hold this for me and answer a couple questions, if you don’t mind. This will only take a moment, and when we’re done, I’ll get you some more water, and some food if you like. Deal?” Kyky reached for the water, careful not to make any sudden movements and startle the young man with the very sharp object that he looked like he had every intention of using. She wet her lips first, then swished the first gulp around in her mouth… a little bit worried she would taste copper. Could she have accidentally consumed some of the vampire's blood? Was it possible to be a ticking-time-bomb of vampirism? She didn't know, but, luckily, she just tasted water. Sweet, sweet water. The cup was empty before she knew it. He - Bert, he'd said, and she thought of Ernie's grumpy roomie from Sesame Street - returned and asked her to… hold his stick? It was such a weird request that she could only suppose it was one of two things: a sexual proposition or witchcraft. But she wasn't exactly in a situation to say no, locked in a room choosing between holding said stick or staying hungry, dehydrated, or possibly staked through the heart. So, with a resigned shrug, she set the cup down and reached out her hand for the… stick. Bert breathed a small sigh of relief. Besides the odd look she gave him, not that he could blame her, she was not showing any signs of resistance. He handed the staff to her and carefully took one step back. “Thank you Kyky. Now, why don’t you tell me your full name? And where are you from?” Bert figured some simple questions to start with would open her up to bigger ones later. Keeping his sword pointed at Kyky, Bert poured himself a glass of water and refilled Kyky’s glass as well. He hoped this wouldn’t be too difficult and over quickly. Kyky already seemed like a nice girl, and he really hoped she wasn’t a vampire. That would put too many people in danger to keep her alive. “I hope you like mutton. The innkeeper’s wife prepared a wonderful meal after we got back. I believe she still has some left, and it wouldn’t take long to heat up again.” Bert pulled up a chair and sat a few feet away from Kyky. “I have one last question for you. Are you a vampire?”

"Kyrylis Margaret Atwood," Kyky answered. Yeah, her mother had been a huge fan of the novelist by the same name. Kyky felt a little bit like she was at the DMV or going through customs at the airport. Name, birthdate, address, they always asked. "I am from Parkland." After the national tragedy that claimed seventeen lives and sparked a political movement, she'd stopped needing to add Florida, and so she left that off. Gratefully, Kyky drank down the water when her cup was refilled let out a ghost of a laugh as he tried to comfort her with talk of food while he was obviously still ready to kill her at the slightest indication she was lying or, you know, undead. She paused a moment before answering his most important question to press two fingers to her throat. There was a weak, rapid pulse there. "I've never been a vampire before, so I don't know for sure. But my heart is beating, and it's water I want to drink, so… I think probably not." And although the thought frightened her, Kyky found herself compelled to add it when it crossed her mind, and she cast a glance at the door. It was probably the early hours of the morning still and yet dark out, but it wouldn't be, soon. "I'll go into the sunlight to check." Bert nodded as Kyky answered his questions. She showed no surprise at her answers, which boded well for her. She seemed honest by nature, and didn’t have any qualms about cooperating with him. He couldn’t say he’d heard of Parkland before, but it was a big kingdom, and there were a lot of villages he’d never been to. He reached out once again to refill her glass. Her thirst made sense. She’d been unconscious for quite some time. He almost chuckled at her responses to his last question. Checking her pulse, commenting on her want for water instead of blood, it all pointed towards how genuine she truly was. “Well Miss Atwood, I’m inclined to believe you, but I think I’ll take you up on that check. Can’t be too careful. For now, I believe that you have no ill intent towards me, or any of my companions, so why don’t you give me my staff back, and I’ll get some of that food for you. You’ve been more than cooperative, and after all you’ve been through, I think you’ve earned it. Is there anything else I can get you for now?” With that, Bert reached out both for his staff and to help her off the floor. He hoped he was right, but she definitely seemed like the kind of person who could use a helping hand. "Call me Kyky," the girl responded with a weak smile, reaching up to take the offered hand and passed the staff back as she did. Given how heavily she relied on Bert's strength to get back to her feet and how much she leaned on him when she did, it was clear she had none of a vampire's rumored super-strength. Showing, though, that her promise was in good faith, she took the first step toward the door and the blossoming dawn outside it. This close, though, and with such kind and supportive words from the gentleman, it was impossible for her not to notice how cute he was…. It hurt her eyes, just a little and although she doubted she was a vampire, she actually wasn't sure when had been the last time she had seen daylight. "Yeah so, about 'what I've been through,'" Kyky said, latching onto his words as she tried to dig through her fuzzy-at-best memories and finding not much besides that pale face, she went on to ask, "Like - what did I go through?" As Bert helped Kyky up, he made note of how frail and light she seemed. She was not healthy at this point, to say the least, so vampire or not, she wouldn’t be much of a threat. He set his staff aside for a moment to sheathe his sword. No reason to have it out at this point. Grabbing his staff again, he followed her towards the door, watching the start of a sunrise through a nearby window. Looking back toward Kyky, he couldn’t help but notice her studying his face a little closer than before. As they stepped outside, Bert gave her a once over. “Well Kyky, it would seem you’re not a vampire! I suppose congratulations are in order, but how about after you’ve had something to eat?” He moved to one side and held the door open for her. “As for what you’ve been through, I can go into details over breakfast, but it would seem you’ve been held captive by a vampire for quite some time. He had you firmly under his spell until just recently. Thank you, by the way, for distracting him. That could have been a nasty fight otherwise.” Bert walked towards the inn’s kitchen and stoked some coals before grabbing some leftover mutton and a small loaf of bread to heat up for Kyky. That finished, he walked back towards the table near the center of the room and pulled a chair out for her, gesturing for her to sit. “What all can you remember from your time with him?”
In mock celebration at the very sobering realization she wasn't going to burst into flame, Kyky smiled ruefully and quipped, "Woo! Turn down for what." The fact that her joke was lost on her handsome partner was a disappointment and the slight flare of energy quickly fizzled, but she was grateful to head in the direction of food. His words brought focus to her hazy memories. Captive to a vampire for quite some time? How much time? It would be half as much on earth but if it had been a year, that would definitely have made her a missing person. "I should go home, then," Kyky said, softly, "My parents will be worried sick." They had already almost lost her once… Distracting him? Oh - she did remember that. It had felt like such an epic betrayal since she'd felt so very in love with the dark, handsome man, but deep down, she had known it was the right thing to do. She pondered this quietly while she watched Bert prepare her some food, with a grateful smile, and ate when he brought it to her. Her stomach suddenly felt so empty, and so she went to the bread first, knowing it would be the most filling. "I remember…" her hand drifted up toward her neck, and the still-sore wounds there, deep enough that they would likely scar. She didn't speak about the biting or the blood letting - not only would Bert already deduce that, but she was ashamed of how much she had enjoyed it, and she was sure he would think her disgusting for it. "That I slept a lot." The blood loss made her tired. "He would talk to me." That might have been significant, actually… Bert grinned at Kyky’s excitement, though her choice of words confused him somewhat. He made a mental note to ask what she meant later on. His grin faded though at her next words. She was right, any family she might have would have been missing her for quite awhile. Assuming they didn’t already think she was dead. “We will get you home soon. It wouldn’t do to worry your family any longer than necessary.” Bert watched her eat, and it quickly became obvious how little she had likely had while in the vampire’s possession. He could see the bite marks on her neck, and winced a little when she rubbed her hand over them. They had to have hurt quite a bit to begin with, and were likely still hurting, based on how fresh they looked. Knowing the legends surrounding vampires, she had likely been talked into submitting herself to him, and probably almost felt sexual about it. But those kinds of memories could be harmful to her, so it was probably best to ignore them for now. “Sleeping a lot would make sense, especially if he was drinking from you often. Your body would have been trying its best to recover. And remembering him talking is a feat in and of itself. He would have been doing his best to keep you in a trance, which would have been hard to remember. For now, though, you’re safe, you have food and water, and you’re not a vampire. Let’s count our blessings and move on.” "Count our blessings," Kyky repeated in affirmation, smiling. She reached out to touch Bert's hand in a warm gesture of gratitude, and did exactly that. "Blessing number one." She took another bite, then almost surprised herself when she spoke up again. "I want to help. Help rescue people stuck, like I was." It would take her time to remember specifics - the information was there. At the time, she had thought she was learning about her soon-to-be family, and she had been so eager for every tidbit her lover offered. But for now, she was tired, dehydrated, and still weak from blood loss. "When I'm better - and I've told my parents not to worry… can I come with you?" Bert smiled back, taking a hold of her hand and giving it a squeeze. At her question though, his expression turned to a slight frown as he went into a little bit of thought. “Well, you’ve shown that you can think well in a pinch. Definitely brave enough for it. Can you fight at all?” Bert waved off the question almost as soon as he asked it. “Doesn’t matter. I’d have time to teach you. It could be a long time before we stop again. Are you ok with staying away that long?” Bert hefted his staff to Kyky. “If you feel up to it, give that a couple swings and see how it feels. If you like it, we’ll get you one and get started on your training once you’re better.” Kyky stood up, took the staff, and gave it a few swings as he instructed. It was big - she had twirled batons as a girl, but this was like that one steroids - but she smiled as she set it back on the ground. "I'm a quick learner. And - I'll need to go home and see my parents so they'll know I'm not dead - but yes…" A smile spread slowly across her face. Weary as she was, she was excited. "I am up for an adventure."

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Re: All We Have is Each Other #hawkins #Gwen

Ben
 

Who: Hawkins

With: Gwen

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Hawkins heard the person he’d shoved call to him and felt a hand grab his shoulder, and in that moment, all of his instincts went into overdrive. He immediately pulled away, rolling his shoulder to get the person to release their grip and drawing his sword in the same motion, pointing it towards his would be ‘attacker’. Keeping his voice low and his eyes moving, he took in his current situation. “Are ye lookin’ for trouble, girlie?”


Very few people seemed to be nearby, and those that were were quickly moving away. The woman before him was of medium height and build with striking red hair. Somehow, she almost seemed familiar, but he quickly shook off the feeling and returned his attention to the situation at hand.


“Well, are ye? What say ye?”


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On Mon, Feb 11, 2019 at 10:24 AM Larissa Jones <inkflamewriter@...> wrote:
Who: Gwen
With: Hawkins
Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

The restlessness of the crowds in the square made Gwen itch to go stand in the middle of them and start doing something, anything to keep them entertained. She clamped down on the urge as hard as she could, knowing it wouldn’t do any good. This wasn’t the time or place. But it did still beg the question, why were they all standing around? She had wanted to at least be here for the announcement. It seemed like the sort of story she wanted to be able to tell, but who would be entertained by this? The great announcement of the next ruler started off in a grand fashion by...everyone standing around.

Distracted by her own thoughts of how to spin this into a tale worth telling, Gwen noticed too late that someone was coming straight toward her. The cloaked figure shoved her off balance, causing her to stumble a couple steps back.

A long forgotten instinct stirred and she whirled, attempting to grab the person by the shoulder so she could confront them properly. The tension of waiting in the crowds showed in her voice as she hissed, “You’re the one who ran into me!”

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Benjamin Warner


Re: All We Have is Each Other #hawkins #Gwen

Larissa Jones
 

Who: Gwen
With: Hawkins
Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

The restlessness of the crowds in the square made Gwen itch to go stand in the middle of them and start doing something, anything to keep them entertained. She clamped down on the urge as hard as she could, knowing it wouldn’t do any good. This wasn’t the time or place. But it did still beg the question, why were they all standing around? She had wanted to at least be here for the announcement. It seemed like the sort of story she wanted to be able to tell, but who would be entertained by this? The great announcement of the next ruler started off in a grand fashion by...everyone standing around.

Distracted by her own thoughts of how to spin this into a tale worth telling, Gwen noticed too late that someone was coming straight toward her. The cloaked figure shoved her off balance, causing her to stumble a couple steps back.

A long forgotten instinct stirred and she whirled, attempting to grab the person by the shoulder so she could confront them properly. The tension of waiting in the crowds showed in her voice as she hissed, “You’re the one who ran into me!”

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This Is The Exodus #Killick #sarnai

Manda
 

Who: Altansarnai
With: Erden, Killick CLOSED SCENE
Where: Merchant's Quarter, King's City

When: Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

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Sanya wasn't the only one with a bad feeling.


"Shhh, my strong boy," Altansarnai murmured as she rocked her fussy son in her arms. "We're nearly done." Not that she had even the slightest clue if that were true or not. They'd been sitting for hours now, waiting for the Royal General and Scholar to appear and make their grand announcement - which was very unlikely to be her, Altansarnai Ganzorig Burut, crowned Queen of Eventyr. No, not when the pair couldn't even have been bothered to visit and confirm that her son was even Philip's. Everything she'd gone through and it was all for nothing.


And Sarnai was running out of patience.


With a sigh, she turned her attention to the seats around her, her eyes lingering on Francesca's retreating back. One less set of eyes to dodge. It took only a second for her to survey the rest of the nobles, obviously just as irritated by the wait as the crowd of commoners. Sanya was heading in Malia's direction instead of her own, which was smart, and there was the Green Duke and Elliot - and she felt a pang of guilt before turning away and rising to her feet, her impatience finally getting the best of her.


"Highness?"


"I'm fine, Rebecca," Sarnai answered, absently tucking the blankets more firmly around the baby. "Just need to move a bit with him."


"Of course, Your Highness," her handmaiden answered, promptly rising to her feet as well and giving the Consort a knowing sort of look. She didn't offer to take the baby; the Consort wouldn't hand him over unless they were in the secure confines of her own apartments, but she did offered a steadying, and supportive, hand on the young mother's elbow as they made their way down toward the barrier that separated the noble crowd from the common.


There was a stroll to their gait, though also a distinct bounce in Sarnai's step - just a mother comforting her cranky newborn - and when her eyes lifted from the sweet little face staring up at her, the Consort found she'd drawn the attention of the commoners standing nearest to her.


"Oh, 'e's a handsome one, m'lady," cooed an elderly woman with a sprig of evergreen tucked into her frizzy grey curls.


Sarnai would have rather they simply ignore her right now, but she also knew that she may need those commoners if things went sideways, so she smiled kindly and thanked her, tipping her arms just a bit so the woman could more clearly see Erden's face.


"Oh and 'e 'as that Paxton red 'air!"


Sarnai's smile was still firmly in place, politely enjoying the attention of the nearby commoners as she continued walking, her eyes drifting around again. What was going on? The nearest guards were keeping a watchful eye on the Consort and her princely son, but none of the nobles seemed to be paying her much more attention than usual and when a man in the crowd shouted Oi! What's the 'old up? We been 'ere hours now! even the guards glanced away from her . . .


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They Can't Mess With Us #Theo #zaire

Manda
 

Who: Zaire
With: Theo, Siren's Song NPCs
Where: King's City, lake docks
When: Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

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"Said sundown, aye?" Bosede Okeke complained, meandering closer to the edge of the dock to toss the bone and gristle of his turkey wing into the water.


"He did," Zaire confirmed, taking a pull of rum as his eyes went to the sunset, streaking the sky in purple and orange. At least it was a nice evening, no small thanks to himself. "They ain't late yet, mate." He could understand the huge rigger's impatience though. His men had been too long on land and they were eager to feel the swell of the sea under their feet once again, to smell the salt air and hold their families . . .


The Captain's dark eyes swept over the crew. Some were keeping watch for the city guard but most had broken off into small groups of two or three, some talking softing while others further down the dock laughed as Jimmy regaled them all with a bawdy tale of a tavern wench with two different colored eyes. Wasn't the only thing on 'er was two diff'rent colors, if ya get me!


Zaire chuckled at the punchline, shaking his head as he held the rum bottle out to their newest recruit, "Drink up, lad. We may 'ave a long evenin' 'head'uv us."


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Re: I Remember the Fight #Bert #Kyky

Ben
 

Who: “Bertie”

With: Kyky

Where: The Merchant’s Square, Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Bert took his time scanning the crowd around him as he stood off to one side. Ever since becoming a sheriff, he had found himself drifting further and further from the other nobles of the kingdom, as they tended to come across as snobby, or just seemed to lack basic common sense and decency. Though that also didn’t mean that he felt super close to the everyday citizens, but they certainly seemed to be better company than his wealthy colleagues.


Everyone within the square was growing restless as the ceremony was continually delayed. Bert himself hadn’t heard of any reason as to why nothing had started yet, but more than a few people had already spotted his badge and had asked if he knew what was going on. He took a moment to shift his staff to his other hand so he could lean on it a little more effectively. He had been standing for a while, and it seemed he would be standing some more.


That is, he would have been, had he not almost been knocked over by a surprise hug from behind. Bert felt his look of surprise melt into a grin as he recognized the voice of the person clinging to his back. “Kyky! Fancy meeting you here. Where have you been? I hope the storms haven’t kept you inside too much.”


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Who: Kyky
With: Bert
Where: The Merchant's Square, Merchant's Quarter, King's City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

Kyky's feet were starting to hurt. Even after investing in a new pair of boots made for walking, there was something about standing in one place for like two hours that got to her. This shindig was supposed to start a long time ago! The crowd was complaining around her, and thinning out a bit as people went to fetch drinks or relieve themselves of the drinks they'd had before claiming a spot in the courtyard where the commoners gathered. When leaning on her staff didn't help anymore, Kyky decided to wander, hoping it would at least loosen up the stiff muscles in her legs.


"Think they called it off?" one commoner asked to his companion as Kyky passed by. "The royal baby was born - mayhap they reconsidering."


"They call it off, and forget to tell the nobles?" the other answered, making a gesture toward the seats occupied by the Consort, the prince(s), and the dukes and duchesses and their entourages. "If they waitin', I'm waitin'."


"...just the flooded streets mucking up the carriage wheels, nothing to worry about…"


Kyky's attention broke when she spotted the back of a familiar figure. She would have known that form anywhere, and that staff was unmistakable. A huge smile spread across her face and a peppy skip replaced her weary wandering steps as she cross the space, jumped up, and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. He was a full foot taller than she, so it was a leap. "Bertie!"


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All We Have is Each Other #hawkins #Gwen

Ben
 

Who: Hawkins

With: Gwen

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Hawkins crept quietly through the back alleys near the Merchant’s Square. Ever since getting his arms taken care of by one of the city’s healers, he had been anxious to leave the city again. The waterways had been calling to him again and he was still a wanted man. It wouldn’t do to have escaped, only to be captured again. He pulled his cloak around him a little tighter, hiding his face as best he could from a passing crowd heading into the square. He hadn’t been paying a huge amount of attention, given what he had been through with the carniflower a few days ago, but it seemed as though the announcement was running exceptionally late.


The crowds in the alleys were growing larger as more people got bored waiting for the ceremonies to start, signaling Hawkins it was time to move on before he was discovered by the wrong person. Using his hands to cover the injured parts of his arms as best he could, he started making his way back towards the docks.


Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for his covering his arms and looking down to cause him to bump into someone, jarring his hands and arms, shooting bolts of pain throughout his body. Flinching heavily and gritting his teeth so as to not cry out, he shoved his way past and walked on at a faster pace, growling at the person to watch where they’re going.


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Re: In the so-called Land of the Free #Jaya #Kira

Stone
 

Who: Kira
With: Jaya, Open
Where: New York City --> Some stranger's garden, Artisan's Quarter, King's City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

Kira had grabbed a nearby hand-towel that was spotted in various paint stains, using it to clear what she had gotten onto her hands. This piece was nearly finished... though she was going to have to wait for this layer to dry before continuing. Hopefully that last client would still be interested in purchasing another painting after requesting the last one.

When she heard Jaya speak up she was quick to stand and peak her head out of the door to her room. "Okay, enjoy your time out!" 
 
Kira moved out of the room as her roommate left. Only pausing to tossing the rag back where she had kept it on a small table. It wasn't unusual for her to be gone for short periods of time, so she didn't necessarily think much of it. Though when she reached where Jaya had left the money out, she spotted her phone still charging beside it. Kira snatched it from where it rested on the counter before slipping on a pair of shoes and rushing out the door. It would make sense that she'd need this. 
 
Exiting the building out onto the street, it took her a moment to catch the very last of Jaya as she walked off. The streets were still lively, so she didn't bother trying to call her name. Instead, she simply began to try and follow and see if she could manage to catch up. 
 
Soon enough, Kira saw Jaya paused before the community garden bed that managed to remain despite the growing cold. "Jaya!" She finally called out. "You forgot-!..." Her voice died in her throat as she blinked.
 
She... disappeared?

That didn't make much sense. She had been standing right here, but when she had walked forward... "Jaya?" Kira called out again. There wasn't anything for her to hide behind, and if she had ran off she would've seen where she went.
 
She entered the patch of green a little further, obviously moving through the ring of flowers that had taken Jaya a couple of moments earlier.
 
When Kira came out on the other side, the scene change was jarring. Immediately she stopped and took a moment to orient herself. The garden was much more elaborate and well-groomed, and the skyline that was normally chock-full of buildings was now clear. Wide eyed she took a step forward before noticing that her clothing had also changed. The best way she could describe it now was... archaic? A simple dress that was of a similar length to the one she had been wearing, but of a completely different fabric and diluted navy color.
 
After examining herself and tearing her gaze from her surroundings, Kira saw that there was someone standing at the gate to the garden she had found herself in. On a whim she asked "Jaya?" though her tone had drastically shifted to something much more unsure. They didn't exactly look familiar from this angle, but she was hopeful, if only to have someone explain what had just happened. 


I Remember the Fight #Bert #Kyky

Rachel
 

Who: Kyky
With: Bert
Where: The Merchant's Square, Merchant's Quarter, King's City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

Kyky's feet were starting to hurt. Even after investing in a new pair of boots made for walking, there was something about standing in one place for like two hours that got to her. This shindig was supposed to start a long time ago! The crowd was complaining around her, and thinning out a bit as people went to fetch drinks or relieve themselves of the drinks they'd had before claiming a spot in the courtyard where the commoners gathered. When leaning on her staff didn't help anymore, Kyky decided to wander, hoping it would at least loosen up the stiff muscles in her legs.


"Think they called it off?" one commoner asked to his companion as Kyky passed by. "The royal baby was born - mayhap they reconsidering."


"They call it off, and forget to tell the nobles?" the other answered, making a gesture toward the seats occupied by the Consort, the prince(s), and the dukes and duchesses and their entourages. "If they waitin', I'm waitin'."


"...just the flooded streets mucking up the carriage wheels, nothing to worry about…"


Kyky's attention broke when she spotted the back of a familiar figure. She would have known that form anywhere, and that staff was unmistakable. A huge smile spread across her face and a peppy skip replaced her weary wandering steps as she cross the space, jumped up, and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. He was a full foot taller than she, so it was a leap. "Bertie!"


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Not a Soul Up Ahead #Brandy

Rachel
 

Who: Brandy
With: Open!
Where: The Silver Tankard tavern, King's City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

The Silver Tankard had been packed - above and beyond capacity. With the demand for rooms, plenty of people had started inviting others into their beds, whether for money or pleasure. Over the last two days, though, the energy had surely shifted as those who had been stranded in the city moved on home and those who were excitedly awaiting the announcement of the new monarch made their way in instead. 
 
The new folks had fresh money on them, and the volume made it easier for Brandy to get her hands on the scarce fresh produce finally making its way into the city. But Brandy was a master of repurposing humble ingredients. Most locals would eat cold bread with a slice of cheese and be perfectly happy with it, but Brandy would stuff the cheese into the bread, crisp it up into what amounted to little more that a gourmet grilled cheese, but the people loved it. And potatoes, salted pork or fish, and toasted bread crumbs became - 
 
"Croquettas," Brandy explained as she presented a plate of six fried dumplings to a young woman who, after two glasses of wine, was chattering freely. She had been gossiping about the royal baby loudly enough to catch the barmaid's attention - it sounded like she was the handmaid of a lady and had been able to see the baby up close, but was disappointed to be on leave today as it meant she wouldn't have the same up-close access to see the Royal Scholar and General who, she claimed (tipsily) were rumored to be very handsome, even if they were easily both twice her age. 
 
Brandy leaned in, a delighted smile on her lips and interest lighting her eyes, and insisted. "Tell me everything about the baby!" 
 
"He was so small!" the handmaid cooed, in that voice women had to use when discussing babies, and Brandy answered it was an appropriate "aww!" "He was awake and squirming around, but not one cry! It's that royal blood. " 
 
"Like he was holding court already!" Brandy said with a laugh. "Did you see his face?" 
 
"Yes, yes, yes! He looks just like his father," the handmaid answered, although Brandy doubted how well acquainted the young woman had been with the late king's face. But that didn't matter! "Red hair and all. Those rumors are ridiculous." 
 
"What rumors?" Brandy pressed, hungry for the gossip she'd missed off freeing an infamous witch. She filled the nearly-empty glass to the brim.
 
"The ladies around the court were saying…" the handmaid leaned in closer, clearly knowing she needed to keep this tidbit confidential but totally lacking the ability to control the volume of her voice after drinking. "That the maidens in the Eastern Forest were all raped by those awful outlaws - you have heard of the Marauders?" When Brandy nodded, the young woman went on. "The rest were murdered, too, but the Consort survived because she came from a tribe of Southern warriors. Some even said that the child's real father was Marcus the Vile himself!" 
 
 


In the so-called Land of the Free #Jaya #Kira

Steph
 

Who: Jaya
With: Kira, Open
Where: New York City --> Some stranger's garden, Artisan's Quarter, King's City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

"If I'm not back tonight, I'm fine. Might be staying with a friend!" Jaya called out as she stood in the apartment doorway, ready to open the door and head out. "Left a twenty on the counter to help with communal groceries." 
 
She knew Kira was in the apartment, probably working on one of her art projects, and although she didn't view her roommates as a tight-knit family, they were still living together. It paid to be courteous and contribute to things they all used--like toilet paper. Plus she didn't want anyone calling the police to report her missing.
 
As she left the apartment, she didn't think twice about the fact that her cell phone was still charging on the counter near that twenty dollar bill. Her mind was too pre-occupied with Eventyr thoughts. She just hoped that she found a fairy circle close by. She didn't want to miss the big announcement. Who was going to be the new ruler of Eventyr?
 
Down the stairs, to the ground floor, out onto the street, and away. Jaya often started out by checking the small community garden nestled in near some of the apartment buildings on their street, a little patch of green in the concrete jungle. It didn't always pay off.
 
But, just her luck, in between the beds of whatever vegetables the neighborhood had planted, a ring of flowers had bloomed--not super obvious, but Jaya knew what to look for. She strode into the circle and braced herself for the change, concentrating on the mental image of the King's City.
 
When she stepped through on the other side, she found herself in a well-kept flower garden, dressed as usual in Eventyr-style clothes and swathed in her signature cloak of shadows. Artisan's Quarter or maybe Noble Quarter, from the quality of things, she figured. The announcement was taking place in the Merchant's Quarter, so she'd have some walking to do either way.
 
Rather than dwell too long in a garden that could very well belong to some rich toff who would call the guard on her, Jaya lifted the hood up over her head and stepped out of the flower bed toward the low wall, spotting the gate that would let her out onto the street. The gate's lock was simple and familiar, the kind you could just flick open from the inside but couldn't reach from the outside. It would close behind her after she left, and hopefully no one would be any wiser for it.
 
She opened the gate, moved out onto the street, and started to gather her bearings...
 
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Am I the king of nothing at all? #Sanya

Steph
 

Who: Sanya
With: Francesca(Exiting), Malia(?), James(?), open
Where: The Merchant's Square, Merchant's Quarter, King's City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

This wasn't right.
 
Not in the offended-noble-is-tired-of-wasting-her-time way. No, Sanya had a knot in the pit of her stomach because, for the second time in so few days, someone who was usually prompt, reliable, and meticulous wasn't being any of those things. She knew the Royal Scholar mostly by reputation, but also through a few interactions since she'd started studying at the Queen's College. He was not the sort of man who delayed or ran late.
 
Sanya gently petted Moswen, who laid curled in her lap as she sat in the chair her servants had set out for her in the noble seating area. The four leaders of the duchies had their own designated areas closest to the raise dais where the announcement would be made. Spaces of honor, with a little extra room for servants and food and other little comforts befitting their station. Elliot sat with the Green Duke, leaving Sarnai and her baby in the section designated for the Royal Family, also a place of honor.
 
Sanya felt like she could only wait for so long.
 
Apparently longer than Duchess Francesca of the West, though. Francesca's patience ran out when with the daylight. It was no wonder, as her golden gown did not cover her shoulder at all, that she complained about the cold. 
 
"This is not good enough," Francesca griped, when her servant brought a cloak in royal blue that was also likely made for style and not for warmth. Ordering the same servant to make suitable arrangements nearby, she bid the rest of Eventyr's leadership farewell with a characteristic snottiness. "I will return when the General and Scholar decide to grace us with their presence." 
 
Sanya shook her head at the display.
 
It could be worth gathering a little more information, though. Sanya sent one of her servants to check in on the staging, then stood. Moswen gave a little mrawrl in protest when Sanya lifted her familiar from her lap. She might as well stretch her legs and mingle with the remaining dukes and duchesses.
 
She moved toward Malia, finding her most generally level-headed and reasonable of the other nobles of her stature. Moswen moved with her, weaving around her walking feet with the sort of intricate steps that only a cat could manage so effectively. Sanya was dressed warmly in several layers of dark cream fabric, but she was wearing sandals again. Maybe she'd live to regret that as the sun angled toward setting and night brought cold out with it.
 
"Duchess North," she said in greeting. "Strange that the Royal General and Scholar have kept us waiting this long, isn't it?"
 
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Re: I Did It My Way #francesca #sarnai #James #Malia

turksgirl
 

The Green Duke wondered if he was going to have to get between the Duchesses of the North and West. The kingdom did not need petty squabbling, if Francesca wanted to be left to her grieving and not be involved, than so be it.

It did not escape his notice either when the consort actually called him by his first name. It seemed they were at least unified in their concern for Elliot. James might not want to be ruled by a boy unless he had direct influence over him…. But he would not see his nephew harmed.

Still being common born Sarnai probably had no idea that calling him by something so familiar in the presence of the duchesses was unusual. Doing it in front of the headmaster, should he survive long enough to speak of it, would raise many eyebrows and set tongues flapping.

He politely nodded his head to the consort, before rolling his eyes at the Duchess of the North for digging at Francesca, who in turn looked ready to murder.

The headmaster seemed less than concerned when the consort informed him he was accused of hiring an assassin. Or when Malia asked him questions about his teachings, about the gathering where he had been apprehended. James narrowed his eyes and watched Von Essen like a hawk watching a rabbit, as he explained.

"Hardly corrupting, if you'll excuse my bluntness," he said. "A well-designed thought experiment challenges students to consider new perspectives that they might not have otherwise. And that's all my lecture tonight was, I assure you. Part of a series of thought experiments exploring the fiscal advantages of decentralized power. Each of you dukes and duchesses, and even you, Lady Sarnai, understand the assets and the liabilities of your areas of authority. What does it benefit your duchies to offer welfare to the South from among your riches, for example? How much do you lose in taxes to the Royal City that you could instead use to repair roads or fend off enchanted threats in your own lands?"

He shook his head and gave a sigh, eyebrows gathering with what at least seemed like sincere concern."I would expect my students to understand the difference between a thought experiment and an actionable plan. And especially to understand the wrongness of attempting to murder a child, let alone the Crown Prince. Even if he is not crowned as the next king, and the honor instead goes to another selected by the Royal Scholar and General, his blood grants him status and influence that could be a source of stability in our fine city. I'm an academic and a merchant, no fighter. I never advocate for violence. Violence is bad for business."

James gave a snort, clearly he had no idea how to conduct the business of violence. It was necessary, just as was peace. Each had their place in the world.

Francesca: "So, your thought experiment features the benefits of a Queen in the West?" "You have my attention."

The Green Duke leaned forward as well, “Or a King in the East, or perhaps both to the South. Dividing the kingdom will not benefit the duchies in the end…” He frowned at Francesca, he preferred her to be selfish as always, and disinterested. But most of all...silent.  “We must remain unified!” he growled eyes going to the faces around the table. “Von Essen… Headmaster, if I were to believe your innocence in these events….who would gain from your guilt and death the most?”

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Re: I Did It My Way #francesca #sarnai #James #Malia

Rachel
 

James: “My ladies, allow me to attend these matters”


Francesca's exasperated expression resolved into relief when James offered to handle it. She did not care about this, not at all, and so she rose to her feet at the same time as Sarnai although with quite opposite purpose...


Sarnai: "Wait, James," "Lord Oskar," "there was an attempt on Prince Elliot's life and the resulting investigation has lead us to you."


Malia: "You heard him, Francesca. You can go."


….and paused, spine stiffening, at the Northern Duchess's comment, and Francesca returned it with a glare that promised murder, but Malia paid her no mind, moving on to question their suspect and that indifference just fueled Francesca's anger.


Malia: "Headmaster," "Nobles are often threatened by powerful scholars." "And when they rail against Eventyr's academic institutions, their accusations are always the same: you're corrupting the youth. Is that what you have been doing? Is that what you were doing at this gathering today?" "What have you been telling these... scared, impressionable young people?"


Oskar: *explains*


Francesca, who had paused, standing, laughed - the sound high and musical, if totally devoid of humor. "So, your thought experiment features the benefits of a Queen in the West?" The duchess returned to her seat, but made a show of attentively leaning forward to place an elbow on the table and her chin on delicate fingers that accentuated the interest in her gaze - and not an academic interest in the least. With a lascivious smile, Francesca concluded, "You have my attention."


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