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| Senaru | Oct 1 2017, 05:29 AM Post #41 |
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Omnicient Creator
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Vicarous to Zemal
In silence and entropy
Vespa to Xensu *Prior to and leading up to the explosions
Idazon (Reacting)
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| Silver | Oct 1 2017, 08:01 PM Post #42 |
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Illidaddy
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Maksim to Zemal and Vicarous, Ready to Fight Oh, shit. Despite all the warnings, despite knowing that Zemal's uncle was already here, Maksim hadn't really considered the possibility that he'd show up. Surely he knew better? He couldn't think of a single person or creature who wanted him around. Maybe he thrived off of that? Strange bastard. And not the face Maksim wanted to see walking towards them. He clenched his hand tightly at his side, lips pressed together in a firm line as his brows knit. Zemal told him explicitly not to start a fight, but if he thought that Maksim was just going to stand here and let this asshole try to-- --Whoah. The waft of rot hit him square in the nose, and Maksim didn't even bother to try and politely hide his disgust. His nose wrinkled and he instinctively leaned backwards. Vicarous had probably been attractive at one time-- Alright, he could see how he was still attractive-- But that smell. That-- feeling. Weird, tingly, uncomfortable. Maksim wanted to get away from him, and that made him all the more furious. He wasn't well accustomed to being afraid of anyone, let alone some asshole who thought he could stab his best friend in the back. He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth to keep himself from saying something foolish, one hand slapping over his pocket where he could feel his phone buzzing incessantly. He knew that was Mistoff. Mistoff was the only one who texted him regularly, anyway. And Maksim could guess his warning was going to be the same as Zemal's: Don't do anything stupid. Zemal had been kind enough to say it in more gentle words, but Maksim knew what he really meant. Still, if Zemal thought he was going to stand here idle and watch this exchange of false pleasantries-- "Get off it," He grumbled at last, arms crossed over his chest. He only wished he felt as brave as he sounded. "Stupid ass song and dance," He complained as an aside to Zemal. Maksim had been among the rich and powerful long enough to know that there were seldom any insults greater than being treated as though they didn't exist. It removed them from their position of power, and if he could exclude Vicarous from the conversation, talk about him as if he wasn't there... Well. It was his own brand of passive aggression, he supposed. "Everyone knows you're not here to lick his boots," Maksim reasoned, voice wavering only a little. "No need to try and prove it to him. He only wants to fuck with you." He glanced sidelong at the "he" in question, even as he pressed closer against Zemal's side so that they nearly touched. Zemal had begged him not to react, but if this elf thought he could try something, he had another thing coming. Maksim wasn't exactly the selfless type, but if there was one person he'd be willing to take a dagger for, it was Zemal. All of these fake pleasantries, the touching... It put him on edge. And the sooner he could run this asshole off, the happier he'd be. He dug in his heels, ready to stride forward-- --But he didn't have to do anything at all. The other elf simply walked away, and Maksim slowly released the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding in. "Well," Maksim muttered. "I have to admit, I thought that was going to be..." He trailed off, distracted by the flickering screens around them as the room slowly went silent. He tugged hard on Zemal's sleeve, and pointed to one of the mega screens. "Zemal," He murmured, his irritation momentarily forgotten. "...Look." |
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| Capricorn | Oct 1 2017, 08:31 PM Post #43 |
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Hatchling
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Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto Tag: Ballard, Panzerfaust, Brief mention of Alistiana, Reacting to events, Open Word Count: 1,003 words Misuto happily listened to anything Ballard had to say, but in the meantime, she watching elsewhere. Her attention was split between many things: her rider's mind pressed against hers, the spirits in the area that were here to watch, the other wyrmlings. She'd reunited with plenty of the other Ancients during the Hatching- Astrapi and Zadasiron, to name a few- but there were others she had only gotten glimpses of. Unfortunately, Chyropter's hatching had taken much of her attention away from identifying her rookery siblings, and just as important, their riders. Misuto had felt some of them when she was in the shell, but it had taken her quite a while to figure out that Anviel was her own rider. The other riders, if she'd sensed them at all, she knew little more of than gender and species if that. There had been much, much else for to consider. Her eyes, at one point, drifted to Alistiana. The Empress of Lomira was not difficult to pick out. Misuto's blue-white gaze lingered on the Empress for a long time, and she would not have shifted it even if Alistiana turned to look at her as well. Part of her wanted to greet Yggdrasil's rider, but it didn't feel right. Not because of rank- such ideas had never troubled Misuto- but something else that she could not quite place. Alistiana didn't look very well. Misuto had noticed something like that at the hatching, too, while watching the Life Titan. There was a sort of melancholy that lingered in the Spirit, with a cause she didn't quite want to analyze. Quiet sorrow was a familiar emotion to Misuto, but this ran deeper. Both Alistiana and Yggdrasil looked tired. How did it feel for them to see the Ancients reborn, young-old dragons and riders returned to the world, while the Life Titan and rider had been forced to experience all of it without rest? Misuto's gaze next fell on the scene unfolding around the Sub-Titan Talixarra. Her rider was, of course, Prince Zemal of Lomira, and that made everything make sense. Bolero and her rider were with him, and then Vicarous. The spirits did not like him... and he perhaps breast unfamiliar to Misuto. Could he...? Perhaps it didn't matter. She knew that he had forced a bond to a dragon, the Death Titan Illirian. To force a bond was always wicked, of course, but to force a bond to a Titan made him so much more dangerous. Misuto had never liked to declare something wholly and completely evil; such simplicity was painfully rare. And so the Spirit denied herself the comfort of a crafted answer, and instead created a question. Why would anyone- not just Vicarous, as he was but the most notable of many who had committed the same crime- what would drive someone to force a bond? Misuto was not concerned about seeing Vicarous at the party. Talixarra was clever and wise, and she and her rider would be more than capable of handling whatever he had to say. While Misuto was watching Vicarous, her rider's eyes were on the televisions, watching the repairs in space. Anviel always been somewhat familiar with Aesulla's activities in space, the information that was public anyways. Live spacecams like this weren't all too uncommon, and schools taught the basics of what was going on. That didn't give Anviel much more insight into the repairs than anyone else, but it did give her a reason to appreciate the spacecam. She had kind of been trying to stay out of Ballard and Misuto's conversation anyways, without outright leaving, and watching what was going on on the screen gave her something to do in the meantime. As a result, Anviel noticed what was going on on the screen before Misuto did. The Spirit, while scanning the room, had noticed Terminus yelling into a communication device. The dragon-rider pair made an immediate connection between what they were both seeing, and Misuto's head snapped to look at the nearest screen, in time to watch the shaking and witness some of the devastation in space. Anviel, you know more about this than I do, Misuto said. Do you have any idea what happened? I do computers and phones, Anviel replied. I don't know. Sorry. That was fine. Misuto watched the screen a little longer, which had since been switched to a news channel. Debris falling from the sky. That one space station had looked like a dragon, hadn't it? Misuto was concerned not only about the people in space, but the falling debris. They were recommending that people stay inside, but her natural urge was to help. Without really thinking, the Spirit had slipped into an almost completely incorporeal state, although she wasn't going to go outside just yet. No, she wasn't that rash. She searched the party for a technology Ancient- more because of their familiarity rather than any perceived superiority- and the first one she laid her eyes upon was Panzerfaust, the Inferno/Tech. Misuto brushed her mind against the Inferno's, reaching out to communicate despite their distance. She was perhaps not as skilled as a Mental dragon, or as she would be with her rider, but it was undoubtedly a useful way to communicate. Private, instant, capable of being done from a greater distance... And in situations like this, where there was a lot of noise, it was perfect. Panzer, it's Misuto, the Spirit greeted, introducing herself as an afterthought in case the other didn't remember. She didn't want to rush any reintroduction, but several people were already in a sort of panic. Do you have any idea what happened there? Truth be told, Misuto wasn't sure even Terminus knew what had happened. However, she figured that perhaps Panzer, a technology dragon would have a better idea of what exactly they'd seen than most people there. Misuto turned back to Ballard for a brief moment, a very concerned look on her face. "That's... concerning," she said. "I may have to go." |
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