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Post by Esiphas on Aug 1, 2012 21:45:53 GMT
Nix aproached Ness. "Anundekar" He said, using the traditional greeting of the Fohrman diplomat Jal. "Is tge only reason she is barred from so much her lack of flight? Or is their greater works here I am oblivious too?" He hadbt reacted to the Miduni and Kredenko team announcment- Vuisibly, anyway. Though he had come in the VIP door, and he had something no-one else knew of.
Tge Miduni caaptain, recognusable from his cape, a mantle made seemingly of gun-metal grey feathers, Stood. A great, booming vouce Amplified out. "Have you no respect? We Miduni have worked countless ywars for this oppertunity, and our Associates have agreed to put their ways aside! We abide by yoyr rules! You aretruly spiteful." There was a tone in the voice that sounded almost like... Grief. Most-non Magical folks murmered, almost reproachfully. Nix hmphed.
The leader turned. "If thats how you feel about us, We will see you on the battlefield. We are clearly unwelcome." they then turnedcand left. The murmuring from the growd became more intense, then ceased as the air seemed to get lighter. The miduni had left. Nix looked at Ness. "They know how to turn a crowd, huh." He looked and sounded unimpressed. His 'shoulders' relaxed witha hydralic hiss.
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 1, 2012 22:31:14 GMT
Torak smiled, he'd achieved the desired affect, all eyes were on him and his knife. His face was known now, some grudges were made. He spun his dagger in his hand before throwing it upwards. The dark shape of Seta jumped out of the shadows where hed been waiting, caught the blade by the handle before joining Torak at the table. Torak turned to Samael looking peeved.
"Less of this "young one" (please do not swear), it really condescending," he turned back to Emilia giving the announcements, looking exspectantly.
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 2, 2012 0:40:47 GMT
Sammael did not show any obvious reaction to the words of the Miduni captain, however his eyes flashed and grew a little darker, coming closer to the colour of a stormy sea than the almost human blue colour they had been before. As Torak performed his theatralics Sammael barely acknowledged the young man, however he did react when Torak spoke to him. "For me at least almost everybody in this room is young, if you do not wish me to call you that then you simply have to do one thing, that is to simply act mature, which you have not done so far. To inform somebody of your views in an intimidating way is one thing, to resort to these cheap theatralics are another. Do you understand me?" Sammael said in a low voice, allowing only Torak to hear his words. While he spoke Sammael turned away from the boy and began scanning the crowd, looking for any sign of either Midunar or Kredenko still being in the room.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 2, 2012 3:14:24 GMT
Svetlana turned to see Tyrin and although her tears did not stop she opened the door to the balcony and let him join her. Her arms were folded around her and her wings had enveloped her and did not glow at all. She glared at him for several long silent moments the only noise was crickets and some sniffling now and again.
Finally she stood back glaring at him her golden eyes glowing enough to reveal her face, "Speak now...not that it matters...I'll have your heirs but dont expect me to be happy or to be around when I can avoid it."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 2, 2012 3:52:58 GMT
"Do you think this is what I want? I am only here following my father's dying wish. I have grown up hating you, and our fathers want us to marry. I am a learning to set aside my previous opinions only to make my people happy, I am here because i don't want to let my father's death be in vain. I don't want people to remember the hateful me, i want them to remember the man I should be." Tyrin said staring at her, his calm look replaced with a serious one to match his tone. He approached her not in a threatening way but in a please trust me way. "You accepted my dance because you trusted me, now trust me on this...I will protect you on this hunt...you may do the same if you see fit." He looked her dead in the eyes waiting for a reply.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 2, 2012 4:18:14 GMT
She was quiet at this her arms were folded still but they dropped to her side as she studied him. "Very well...I suppose as my intended that is how I must be..." she looked down momentarily then back up at him, "Why do you hate me? I've never done a thing to you...never. " Her anger had faded and was replaced by some desire to understand.
She turned away from him looking out at the stars and sighing outwardly, "It is already done...this matters not...when is the announcement of our...arrangement?"
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 2, 2012 4:50:39 GMT
"Whenever your father says, but first he has to speak to me. If you don't want it I will tell your father to call it off, the peace talks can continue, I will take no offense..." Tyrin said his face emotionless again, "You have done nothing to deserve my hatred, blame my uncles and friends, they have always told me half breeds were an......unsavory bunch..." He could have used the other terms they had used but he knew this would only cause problems. "Look i'll give you your space just know it doesn't have to end the way its been set out or how we see it now." He turned to walk away pausing for a moment, would she stop him or let him go?
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Post by Yuno on Aug 2, 2012 7:17:08 GMT
For several long moments there was nothing. Just the silence and the wind blowing. His movement carried him forward and his hand was just pushing the glass doors open when he felt a hand on his wrist. When he turned he found her gripping him. It was suprisingly strong considering her slender features.
The wind brushed through her hair sending it dancing from underneath the circlet. "You would do that for me......" her golden eyes appeared...not just astonished..but astounded. If it were her own father's last wishes she would have carried them out to the letter. "Thank you." she said in a tone so sincere and sweet for a moment he glimpsed the person that everyone else saw.
Slowly. gracefully she moved to stand near him a slight smile on her face. "I will protect you also in there...even if you are a jerkface." when he looked at her face he could see that she was...at the very least being funny. He couldn't tell if she believed it or not. She walked past him slowly moving through the doors back towards the hall.
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 2, 2012 11:41:08 GMT
After the Midumi and Kredenko had left, Emilia coughed to getthe crowds attention again. ''So... Thats the announcments. the hunt willcontinue as normal,with the addition of the... Midumi and Kredenko team. Dinner is ready, and I have no wish to keep you from the meal. Fight well everyone.'' With that she bowed. Cooks, Fohrman foremost, but most other races too, burst from the kitchen carrying trays laden with food, and the music bean to playonce again. Nixtook out a needle filled with some blue liquid and injected it into his arm. ''Well then!'' He said.''Enjoy your meals ladys and Gentlemen. I'm going to retire to my... err... room.'' He bowed and walked out.
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Post by mhqvick on Aug 2, 2012 12:02:04 GMT
OOC does Kodokhars eat?
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 2, 2012 15:03:07 GMT
Ooc- No.Forman intect themselvescwith Neutrients; Kodokhar do notvreqire neutrients. They are literally just willpower, remember?
However, there are Cans of Special issue oil you can use to gune yiyrself up, if you lije.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 3, 2012 15:05:33 GMT
Tyrin followed Svet back into the banquet hall, his hood up he reached deep into his cloak drawing a serated blade, he had not been searched due to his new status and he liked that, it was one of the few perks. As the Miduni left the room the hall they entered went dark, cast into shadows one of them felt a blade cross his arm and the the light returned. Tyrin slipped the blade back into its sheath drawing up his hood with a smile he sat down with Svetlana and his team. "Got your blood scent now freak." He thought to himself. "And next time it'll be your whole team"
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 3, 2012 21:49:14 GMT
Seta stirred, blood had been drawn somewhere. He growled lowly, notifying Torak, who stared at Tyrin entering the room. "He is armed, be careful," Seta murmured in wolf speak. Torak replied,"I do not fear him, we are armed too, even if we weren't." He stopped as he was attracting weird looks from his use of the animal language. He took up a fork and began to eat a rice dish, eyeing those around him suspiciously. Being alone in the forest for so long made him paranoid, he could trust no one except Seta.
He finished eating barely after he had started, his appetite was small, another attribute gained from the forest. Seta however happily gnawed on a calf bone. He happened to lock eyes with Tyrin, a look of knowing and partly humour. The angry king caused a few spectacles, decent entertainment during this dull evening.
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Post by mhqvick on Aug 3, 2012 23:46:18 GMT
Gorgon sat down, and started to give his joints oil. It was not because he needed it, but he always fell awkward when he was near other races, who are eating
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Post by Yuno on Aug 4, 2012 5:38:48 GMT
Svetlana seated herself next to Tyrin slowly her brother Ness pausing to pull out her chair and shooting Tyrin a dirty look for not doing so himself. He leaned down and whispered something to her and the two conversed for several moments before he nodded at the others and swept off to his own table.
Svetlana lifted a wine glass slowly drinking it in and smiling at the others. "Perhaps...it would be wise to introduce ourselves...and state our abilities...that way we can come up with a plan of attack." Her eyes watched Seta for a moment and she seemed very interested in him but soon her attention turned to the feast and wine.
She lifted a piece of steak to her mouth slowly studying it as one of her younger brothers moved by stopping to speak to her. She stood to hug him and then the two parted as Tyrin watched her slide a silver blade into one of her sleeves.
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