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Post by Thomas Dunn on Feb 14, 2017 13:19:19 GMT -7
Interesting, Tom smiled. Woodrow hadn't revealed everything, had he? The way the man's eyes grew so hungry looking at Pelagia... He'd downright given up on Tehodis. This Pelagia, this powerful, seemingly untameable aasimar woman was instead going to be his focus. It was as if the man enjoyed failure, since Tom could imagine such a woman would only accept his romances if offered on his knees, emasculated for her entertainment.
A part of Tom couldn't help but root for it. His smile seemed amiable, friendly... But in truth it was entertained. Excited. He slid a hand through Scarlett's hair, patting her head and resting his hand on her shoulder with an affirming squeeze as he listened to Pelagia's well-practiced compliments and his smile turned to a grin as she asked the important question. His hand's position would have greater purpose, of course. A way for Scarlett to silently tell him what he needed to know.
Tonight was a night of opportunity.
"Business, actually," His gaze flicked over to Woodrow as if trying to understand how much he was at liberty to say, and then returned to the commanding visage of Pelagia, "Lord Woodrow is quite the patron of the sciences. At least as they serve his desires. Isn't that right, my friend?"
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Markus seemed a deal fonder of Pelagia than Papa realized, hackles rising internally in a brief flair possessive coveting at Papa’s greeting; but Red’s worries were erased nearly as soon as they sniffed at the disconnect, for shortly there after her father’s aura swirled with amused surprise, noting Markus’ strange behavior.
Red’s chest filled with a sort of pride. He hardly needed her to tell him.
The pride was swiftly shadowed by a tinge of desperation. She wanted to be helpful, too.
Papa was right about Pelagia’s untamable nature; the woman nearly burst with sneering indignation when he pressed his lips to her knuckles, though her face remained divinely serene, words the lilt of a compassionate mother or guileless samaritan while her mind boiled with righteous insult.
She was beautiful.
She was fierce.
She was trouble.
"And as for you," suddenly spoke the woman, half an angel and half a demon, and Red employed her shiest of smiles; her own manner of bashful deception, "You are very kind and forthcoming with your compliments. I see a beautiful woman emerging of you in years to come as well. Thank you very much."
Despite being made glaringly aware that the gentle words were a ruse (Pelagia’s spite was loud in her mind, as if spoken in half a shout, the kind one used when one wanted to maintain the pretense of calm speech, with all the appeal for attention of a holler), Red was still marked with the twin circlets of Invriah, and her forgiving nature took the words sincerely to heart. Arched cheekbones flushed sweetly, blue eyes brimming with pure adoration.
They were kind words, and the girl took them kindly. Silently. Gracefully. As she had seen Pelagia take her own compliments.
The woman’s attention drifted to Markus as she stood, revulsion eclipsed by her charming modesty, the graceful way she complimented both Mr. Woodrow and Papa. She believed not a bit of what she said, of course, but revealed none of it outwardly, the vision of celestial poise.
Internally, Red sported a pouting frown; she didn’t mind Pelagia’s disgust for Markus, nor her apathetic dismissal of Red’s presence, a tool for her own advancement, but Papa...
Papa was not unattractive.
In fact, she was sure she’d marry a boy just like Papa one day!
Papa didn’t seem to mind her – although he didn’t know what she was thinking – and answered in that way he had of instilling a calming confidence, as if his approval indicated success, worth.
He caught a hand on her auburn curls, patting in a fatherly manner, then rested his palm on the crook of her small shoulder, the young girl exulting in the warmth only a father’s love could provide, eyes gliding up to his briefly over a delighted smile, one side of her lip quirked a tad more than the other to reveal the dip of a dimple.
But Papa was distracted; and the hand on her shoulder was no affectionate squeeze, but a method of communication, as he thought with direct intent.
In the most natural of motions, Red rested her head against his side, affectionately, and crossed an arm over her chest to rest her hand on her opposite shoulder – atop his. It was a relatable pose, the unspoken tenderness between a father and his young daughter, and it would betray no silent communication.
Her thumb rubbed soft circles on his hand; a gesture of closeness.
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Post by Markus Woodrow on Feb 17, 2017 11:56:55 GMT -7
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[attr="class","mwoody4"]CURING THIS OCEAN DISEASE
[attr="class","mwoody5"] Woodrow's eyes narrowed at Tom as he spoke, a warning for how much the man was not at liberty to say. He supposed Dunn was flimsy enough in his response, and yet it still left Woodrow wondering how Pelagia would interpret it. Dunn always looked so innocent - and while Woodrow had learned to enjoy the man's wily nature, and now knew how well it served him he could not help but question every word and motion. Even his hand on his daughter's shoulder, her thumb caressing his with a child's gentility - Woodrow couldn't decide how much of it was real.
And yet, he trusted Tom. To an extent.
"While magic is of great use, science does seem capable of bridging it's gaps," Woodrow's words were chosen for conversation, not information, and his hands moved flippantly to greater enforce this, "Tom's work does just that much. He's been of help enough to the SSPB... Which is a help to the world. Now, Pelagia..." As he said this, he stepped forward, his hand finding Pelagia's shoulder to turn her away from Tom. As much as Woodrow enjoyed his private, uninhibited conversations with the man, he did not wish to have his reputation tarnished before the guests here - particularly a guest like Pelagia, "Have you had the opportunity to meet with Queen Meixner? I feel the two of you would get along quite fabulously."
His free hand offered a simple wave to Thomas and Scarlett - a dismissal. He was, after all, still highly outranked by every guest in attendance tonight.
Post by Elias Harel on Feb 17, 2017 13:37:58 GMT -7
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[attr="class","mary5"] Sabela's presence was so calming to Elias. Even in how she reacted to this gift - evidently pleased, and yet hardly elated - was relaxing. She was always so stable, so simple, so many things that Arzuul never was. He served his purpose well, but he was exquisitely rash, and his excitement was always palpable. Elias enjoyed it when he needed that energy, but tonight was the night where he wasn't the charismatic dictator yelling to the masses the things he needed to yell to control them. Tonight he was the charismatic leader, meeting with other leaders in the most diplomatic of fashions.
"Yes, I suppose I've kept them waiting long enough, haven't I?" He stood from the chair, idly smoothing out his jacket and running his tongue over his teeth to remove anything stray that might break his clear smile. He offered Sabela an approving look and a simple nod, and then the door to the grand hall was opened. There was no to-do, no announcement, no fanfare, he simply walked out of the door (Sabela behind him, if he'd wanted an arm piece he would have invited his wife), and skirted the sides of the throng.
He supposed some might make a grand entrance. Some might enter to splendor, attention, and some might carry a piece of decoration upon their arm - but Elias was going to embrace his modesty tonight.
His eyes took in the room quickly, noting Adesola Meixner of Fiamont and those that surrounded her. A husband eagerly attempting to converse her back to his attentions whilst she discussed something with a pensive looking King Toran. Clemen, Toran's son, stood with his mother off to the side. It seemed that some of the Meixner children were attempting to pull him free of her presence, and yet he refused. Just as his intel would have it.
Marion Nickell was sitting at the table already, an act of power if he'd ever seen one. A group of nobles had already surrounded her, and he couldn't help but notice his own priest in her presence - likely interested to hear about how Fiorre had chosen her. Not the way Streike chose me, He mused, She is nothing to Fiorre, and I am everything to Streike.
His eyes continued to roam, the pupils changing shape as he looked for the remaining guests of honour. Finally, they locked upon his 'good friend', and there was Pelagia Xista. The Lord's hand was on her, and his intents were clear - even to someone lacking Elias' Goddess-granted wisdom. Her's... Were not quite so, and Elias had to admit a fair amount of interest in speaking with her. Had she arrived for the sake of Lord Woodrow, for the opportunity to play the diplomat to the Aebryn leaders -- or had she come here out of interest for his work? As an aasimar of Ayniea, he immediately felt their connection. Familial, in a way.
With Xista and Woodrow finally noted, Elias had to mark himself quite proud. Not one of his invitations had been refused. The petty nobles of Muerte were honoured, and would make the royals feel pampered and beloved. The royals seemed to hold enough interest in Harel (and perhaps his dealings with Lord Woodrow) to attend, and their associates and guards filled the room to bursting.
Good.
What a message this would send to the people of Muerte. What fantastic things they would think of him. The presence of Adesola Meixner, Matthias Toran, Marion Nickell, Markus Woodrow, and Pelagia Xista at an event in his honour made him look not only beloved, but accepted. Approved of. It showed him as a fantastic leader and diplomat. It proved that he was the best leader to bring Muerte back to its former glory. The Muerte people - who had no access to information outside of what they could see with their own two eyes, of what they could hear from their neighbors, and of what Harel told them - would find this impressive. He was certain that, as predicted, many a neighbour would turn on the beastfolk they were hiding come the next morning. The 'good samaritans' who had mistakenly seen that protection as an act of good, reversing their decisions upon seeing the new world consensus.
Woodrow didn't seem to realize just how much their deal had earned Harel.
His predation was over now, a few faces now turning in recognition of him. The room began to fall to silence, and the orchestra slowed its playing until stopping, permitting him the rapt attention of the room. "Good evening," He offered in a simple, yet commanding way. His voice echoed through the great hall, and he could feel good and mixed intentions in the air, radiating towards him. Some stray negativity touched his mind, and he noted he would need to investigate further. For now, he would continue, "Tonight we celebrate a new era for the country of Muerte, and for her relation to the modern world of Fortuna. Too long has Muerte been made victim, and now, with the aid you have so graciously offered us, we shall rise... And shall you have us, we will stand in defense of your people, your values, and work as allies for the cause of justice and law throughout the world."
His words received applause from his staff and his nobles - and Lord Woodrow's people, he noticed - and a polite (but quiet) response from some of the more tepid guests. He noted Adesola Meixner's adviser whispering to her, and her nod. He focused on it, and felt the strongly neutral intentions. It wasn't her. Next time.
"Please, please," He smiled, raising a hand to quiet the applause, at the same time signalling for the orchestra to begin playing once more. His movement was a signal, and everyone began to fluster about, finding their named seats with the aid of the servants. The banquet was designed with a set of incredibly long, rectangular glass tables stretching the full length, connected by a stretch of obsidian at the table's head. Elias Harel would sit at the crown of this obsidian table, with each of the world leaders being granted position there as well. Lord Woodrow, Pelagia Xista, Marion Nickell, and the Toran trio to his right, and the Meixner clan to his left. The long stretches of table were noted with only the most high ranking nobles from Hareldon, along with the high ranking guests of the nobles he had invited - advisers, captains, and their ilk. Then, in the stretch of space created by the tables, were round wooden banquet tables for the remainder of the guests. The guards, Harel's staff, and lesser nobles. The nobles who would take this as a message to brown-nose more efficiently.
Post by Pelagia Xista on Feb 21, 2017 14:38:59 GMT -7
Quite interesting. This Thomas fellow was a man of scientific pursuits, and his work had been aiding Markus in some capacity. A capacity which, clearly, the man did not want being discussed given how quickly he guided Pelagia away from the conversation and towards the Meixners. Pelagia allowed herself to be led without argument; after all, if Markus didn't want to discuss his working relationship with Thomas Dunn, there would be no point in trying to weedle it out of him right now. And besides that, she did come here to mingle with royalty, so meeting Queen Meixner was nothing if not beneficial.
Still. She made a mental note to revisit the topic of Tom later. Markus was doing a splendid job of opening up to her more and more, lately. She merely needed to keep playing that game carefully until she knew anything she could possibly need to.
"Oh I'm sure I would be positively enchanted to make her acquaintance," Pelagia said to Markus, a pleased smile on her face that carried perhaps of touch of enjoyment for the feel of his hand at her back. She also made a mental note to cut that hand off some day. She held her silence as they approached Meixner, her adviser, and the children that were nearby. Markus had been the one to lead her, so she would allow him to be the one to introduce her and start the conversation. There was, after all, an order to these things.
OOC Note: Leaving it here for now, as I'm sure there are still a few reactions to occur from everyone before we sit down to dinner! So I'll react to Elias's arrival and the sitdown in my next post.
Post by Thomas Dunn on Feb 22, 2017 10:00:25 GMT -7
Woodrow was downright possessive, wasn't he? Tom supposed he shouldn't be surprised. Even though the 'Lord' now seemed focused on his budding relationship with Pelagia Xista, he was still actively searching for Tehodis Kitai. Perhaps he was just vindictive - but Tom didn't think so. No, the fool was mistaking greed for love. He wanted it all for himself, and Tom was more than happy to assist if it meant retaining Blue and upgrading her to Zechariah's implant.
Although he had to admit a bit of annoyance at it now, as the Lord lead Pelagia away. If what Woodrow had told him were true, Tom wanted to help Pelagia in the same way that Tom had helped Woodrow. His skills seemed well-suited to a warlord, and he dearly missed the utter and complete ease that came with military work. He could receive a new subject on a whim. His actions were sanctioned. His missteps were covered up. It was so simple.
Perhaps if he could not gain Pelagia, he could turn his attention to Harel. Surely the man would find himself involved with the royals in attendance... But Tom could find an opportunity. And Red could find leverage.
He waved half-heartedly as Markus and Pelagia moved away from them, and then crouched to Red's level, his hands brushing her cheeks 'lovingly'. She was beautiful, obedient, skilled. His perfect subject. "Are you ready, Scarlett?" He cooed quietly, sounding like a Father rather than a Master. They had plotted this out on their way to Submiere. Scarlett was to take to the halls, observe, eavesdrop, learn, discover. She was so unsuspecting. "Tell me what you'll tell them if they find you."
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tagged. Markus Woodrow | words. 340 notes. I’m not sure if we’re about to be settling into the ‘dinner’ portion, but I figured this would be a good opportunity for Red to run into Sabela hunting or Violet sneaking around... idk!
Red didn’t let her eyes hover on Markus when he questioned her and father, though reminded herself with childlike mental determination to be even more subtle in the future.
She did not react to Papa’s surprise at Markus’ dismissal, only graced him with sky eyes, wide with wonder, as a doting daughter will.
She did not outwardly express her thrashing curiosity at the mention of Blue, a sister she didn’t know much of, but remembered it for another time.
Outwardly, the child was dutiful and graceful, chin tucked to her chest, crimson waves floating down her back, eyes rippling pools; a vision of innocence.
When her father knelt to her, thinking flattering things, the redhead broke into a beaming smile, cheeks plump under the brush of his fingertips, like the hint of wind on a summer day; warm. Cheering.
Red knew the plan.
Red knew what to say.
“Can you help me? I’ve gotten lost trying to find the restrooms. This is such a big palace!” Out came the dimples, impressing her cheeks endearingly, and, mental praise bolstering her, she nodded and pressed her lips to his cheek demurely, her eyelashes fluttering briefly against his temple. “I’ll be back, Papa.”
The constant war tugged at her heart; go and make him proud, or stay by his side. Despite the selfish appeal of the latter, the former always won, because Red was smart, and she knew that if she didn’t make Papa proud, when he was with her he would have thoughts shifting like those he thought with her brother Black, disapproving, untrustworthy... he had potential, her brother, Red knew. All of her siblings did; but Papa didn’t love potential.
Papa loved results.
And she wanted his love. Needed it. He had brought her into this world, reanimated her from near-death, and she owed him the air in her lungs and the limbs on her torso.
His approval was paramount.
And so she went, the lift of a promising pep in her step, ‘looking for the bathroom’.
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Post by Markus Woodrow on Mar 3, 2017 10:09:49 GMT -7
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[attr="class","mwoody5"] Woodrow watched from the corner of his eye as Tom refocused his attention on his daughter before she went off skipping down the hall. She seemed to do that more often than not - which a part of him considered to merely be bad parenting, and another part of him wondered on more deeply. Tom had lied to him before, which lead Woodrow to always have a slight suspicion over the man's intentions. Woodrow couldn't put it past him that he wouldn't ask a small child to snoop around... But at the same time, it didn't particularly matter to him if she did. In fact, if he could corner Tom about it later, he might be able to share in the information offered. Thus, he watched the girl disappear down a hall, and then he watched a side door open. Elias and one of his associates stepped out, completely unassuming and unnoticed by most.
Woodrow had more important things to care about.
"Queen Meixner," He offered a pleasant smile and removed his hand from Pelagia briefly to take Adesola's hand, bringing it to his lips without much to do before returning it to her. She smiled plainly, the expression not quite meeting her eyes. "Markus Woodrow. The real man of the hour," She raised her champagne glass and sipped in his regard, and he merely feigned humility with a small chuckle as Elric Cornish, her husband, sidled up, putting his arm possessively around his wife's waist. "Markus," was all he offered.
"Now now... This is a night for Elias Harel, an opportunity for us to better understand his place and reasoning," Woodrow deferred, returning his hand to Pelagia's waist to mirror Elric's possession of Adesola. Elric's eyes moved over Pelagia briefly, narrowing slightly in judgment - Adesola paid her no mind, and was insistent with Woodrow: "I think you'll find that we've come not for him, but for you, my friend. For your strides towards peace, in Atton, and Fortuna. My presence, at least, does not weigh on the honour of Elias Harel."
"Then perhaps it shall weigh on Lord Xista," Woodrow was quick to respond, pressing his hand into Pelagia's back slightly to urge her forward, "Whilst Feofil and Erik fought deftly for peace, it was Pelagia Xista who connected with the natives of Atton, and who truly brought peace to the unfortunate place... And against her own Queen's wishes. An act of bravery worthy of notice, if I may be so bold. Queen Adesola Meixner, King Elric Cornish, may I introduce the great Lord Pelagia Xista, of Aurcaele." With that, Woodrow took the smallest of shuffles backwards, permitting Pelagia to be the centre of attention for the group.
It didn't go without his notice that several eyes were on them - Queen Toran was looking on with curiosity, and even Marion Nickell couldn't help but observe with half-lidded eyes.
When Elias stood, ready to enter the room, Sabela placed the file and her cloak on the chair he had vacated and smoothed the front of her dress absently. A moment later the doors were opened and she followed as Elias stepped out into the room, and like her employer she too took in the crowd before them. Nobles she recognized from Muerte were scattered amongst the real guests of the evening - royalty and people of importance from the whole world over. She didn't know any of them personally but she was familiar with the names and faces of the most high-ranking amongst them.
A splash of red hair caught her attention as a child (had Elias invited children?) moved through the crowd and then was lost between bodies. She wondered briefly if the child's parents would notice if she never returned. Clearly they didn't care that she had wandered off, and at such an important event too. The room hushed then as people noticed Elias's presence among them - the music quieted too until it ceased playing altogether, and then Elias welcomed them all. He was a very good speaker. His voice was suited for it and his words came out like honey. It was his way with words that had gotten him so far in life and clearly the size of the crowd and the presence of such high-ranking officials at this party were the fruits of that same talent. Convince enough people to your side and they can convince more people until eventually, perhaps, the whole world finds itself turning to your point of view.
After his speech Elias moved to the obsidian head table and spoke a few words to the other most important guests. Sabela meanwhile kept an eye out for the man in the file, the one she was gifted as her own entertainment for the evening. She wouldn't be eating the elaborately roasted Lapine. A part of her wondered if there would be others who wouldn't eat it as well, though for different reasons than her own. She wondered if anyone would even notice. They did after all look just like rabbits.
Post by Pelagia Xista on Mar 13, 2017 20:50:07 GMT -7
The humiliation of being led around by Markus, of being guided forward as though she required his permission to be present, was bearable only because of what she knew he was doing for her in the process. He was opening doors, doors that on their own would have been much harder for her to open. The liking he had taken to her was putting her right on the doorstep of (soon-to be fellow) Royals, and he was even making sure they knew the importance she held this evening.
When he introduced her illustriously to Queen Meixner, after having just done one such bout of explanation, Pelagia did not miss the curious glint in the Queen's eyes. Where before she took no notice of her presence, now she was giving her undivided attention to Pelagia, and the Aasimar woman hated to admit that it was because Markus had made it so.
"I fear Lord Woodrow speaks perhaps too highly of me," she replied with a tone of grace. "I don't see what I have done as anything particularly great or worthy of praise; it was simply the correct thing to do, and I would think anyone of moral fiber would have done the same thing."
She glanced at Elric after this statement, in a subtle manner that she knew Adesola noticed, but that the man himself was likely too preoccupied to have caught. Elric was the one who spoke most primarily to Acacius Balfour, the Fianese Warlord, in King's Fiamont. Elric was the one most associated with the war effort on the Fianese front. Though Adesola could of course weigh in whenever she wished, she simply chose not to unless something about the situation was imperative for her attentions. Thus, it likely fell on Elric if the Fianese army had had any contact with the Attonians, and had chosen to ignore them.
With one glance, Pelagia had managed to imply that the man may have lacked the moral fiber she spoke of, and given what most of the public knew of the relationship between Elric and Adesola, the Queen was not likely to take any offense to such an insinuation. If anything, she seemed amused by it. Elric, now that Pelagia was looking, almost looked like he was uncomfortable being here. As though it was a sore spot to him that Fiamont was now joining the side of peace in spite of its military reputation. As though it was a sore spot that he was here making nice with Pelagia Xista, whose army was known as one of the only two in the world which could truly compete with Fiamont's ferocity.
Every gesture, every glance, every bit of body language, was something to log away and keep in store.
"You sell yourself short," Adesola replied to Pelagia, in a tone that suggested she knew Pelagia was just playing the modesty card. "If what Markus says is true, then your actions are nothing short of impressive. Most would never dare to defy the order of their ruler, even if it meant doing so for the greater good. And it would seem that you're the one responsible for the peace we are celebrating tonight."
Pelagia smiled. "Well the battle is not done yet, unfortunately. Eleusia, Artavia, and our Acheronite neighbors yet still linger on the side of war. There is a long road ahead of us if we wish to protect the Attonian people."
"So you've met them then?" Elric spoke up, surprisingly not content to let his wife handle the whole conversation. "These... Attonians?"
He almost sounded skeptical. The man must really have been concerned over the egg on his face.
"Indeed I have," she replied. "They are truly a fascinating, wonderful people. And they wish to integrate into the rest of the world. I greatly look forward to aiding them in that venture. Their chief, Xanthe, is a woman of great virtue, strength, and admiration."
Adesola seemed intrigued, and opened her mouth as though to pursue the conversation further, but gradually the room had become aware that Elias Harel had arrived.
Pelagia was caught somewhat by surprise as well, at how quietly he had entered the room and how simply he had commanded the room's silence once he was actually ready to speak to them. Something about it really put her off. Of course, Pelagia disliked this man simply on principle to begin with. His approval was the least of her concerns, and she could not have cared less if Muerte had simply stayed out of the rest of the world's business and kept on dying; it's what the land was good at, after all.
Would that she could simply disregard him and resume her discussion with Adesola, but alas, the rest of the room was paying him careful attention, and so she would as well. When he was through, it seemed to be a signal to everyone to start moving towards the dining tables. The more frantic of the nobles with no earthly business being here moved quickly, sycophantically. Pelagia and most of the actual people of importance moved at a much more leisurely pace.
Pelagia returned her attention to Markus as they turned towards the place. "Shall we, then?"
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