Shenanigans I (5/11)

[20:10] Leni doesn't look like much. Aside from a very willowy young woman that's far too excitable for her own good. She definitely looks like that. The nature magi stares right back at Tieru as he turns to face her before leaving.

"...You didn't even really answer my questions!" she chirps. "Why're you trying to make Walt mad? Why're you being so mean to him? How's it make anything better?"

Her questions are mostly earnest confusion with a mild sprinkling of, dare it be said, frustration.
(Leni)
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[20:12] Danica Drugovic says, "....."
[20:12] Danica simply sighs as she was ignored. Hand dropping back down to her side from Waler's shoulder.
(Danica Drugovic)
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[20:14] The former nobleman shifted his attention to Markus.

"Caila tells me you wish to learn about Wayfinding. If you're seeking theoretical knowledge, I will tell you what it is. If you're seeking a teacher, however, you'll need to find someone else. Understand?"

A pretty simple question, and setting boundaries immediately.
(Regulus orn Grimmore)
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[20:16] Honestly he wasn't expecting that to actually work. There's a soft huff of surprise, but soon enough the Drakanite slinks down onto the bench besides the Grimmore.

"Understandable in itself. I'm not going to take up time given... Well, how important that is in these moments before a siege." The Drakanite's lips curl briefly into a smile. "Any and all information, theoretical even... Is greatly appreciated."

"Not even quite sure where I'd begin on such a magic. While I've grasped the stars... This seems far deeper." The Dacien slowly chimed.
(Markus Dacien)
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[20:19] The drakanite recognizes Walter as someone who griefed Edelaide's death in the moment, right after Sythaeryn's blade sunk through her chest and pierced the woman's heart. It pulled a light hum from his throat and past his fangs, considering the challenge for but a moment. His fingers curl into a fist and unfurl a second later, an idle action before he spoke out, "If that'll make you feel better."

The disinterest is clear in his eyes. He only sought the finest prey, but he also couldn't deny someone their opportunity for vengeance. A smile is forced that exposes the sharp tips of his canines, then he looked towards one confused Ro briefly, and his gaze drifted further with a turn of the body.
(Sythaeryn Vartuul)
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[20:19] "I didn't ask who you were," Begins the Teraphim as Tieru's eyes seem to fixate upon the girl in all their odd innocence. "You've been informed, and it will be respected.

I'm done with you now."

Was it a retreat? A show of disrespect? Or had Leni's plea caught far more of Tieru's attention by tugging about his inner self?

The gaze upon Leni lingers, his expression shifting from agitation, to confusion, and flickering between the set with a scant touch of almost guilt--but that emotion fades quickly.

She'd need to be fairly empathic to catch it.

"...Girl," Had he known Leni's name? Surely, somewhere, he must have heard it... "It's important to not allow wickedness where it can be prevented. If by drawing a decisive line with cruel wars can our balance be upheld, then I'll do it without question."

Yet his voice rung hollow, as if it were an excuse above all else. "I--" His eyes close, catching himself.

When they re-open, they only rise half-way.

"Don't focus on 'nice' and 'mean'. Niceness brings happiness, and it's a nice thing to live a happy life.

But there's more important things to the world then just happiness.

I did my duty as a Terephim. You don't have to like it or understand it."

From her he turns, shifting to walk back to the statue.
(Tieru Avlee)
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[20:19] Leni says, "Well..."
[20:19] Leni exclaims, "I think you did your duty as a jerk!"
[20:20] Tieru Avlee says, "I have many duties."
[20:20] Tieru Avlee asks, "You inquired about missives?"
[20:20] Armondt asks, "--Yeah. Ya got any need sent out anywhere?"
[20:20] Tieru Avlee asks, "Price?"
[20:20] Armondt says, "None. Just acceptin' tips."
[20:20] Armondt says, "Here, figure you'll need this."
[20:20] Tieru Avlee says, "Wonderful. I don't have a letter, consider it verbal."
[20:20] Tieru takes the free paper, pocketing it away.
(Tieru Avlee)
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[20:21] Tieru Avlee says, "Anyway."
[20:21] Leni sticks her tongue at at Tieru. Yep...that's the road she's taking with this.
(Leni)
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[20:21] He tilted his head to one side.

"Wayfinding is the practice of travelling through the spirit world for near-instantaneous transport. Its a tricky thing to learn, and generally is made easier by mastery of runewriting and attunement with the spirit world. Through the use of magic circles -at least, the way I do it- one selects a location, forms and portal, and travels through it, at which point their body becomes energy that follows the current of the spirit world, and then emerges at their destination."

Yep, that was pretty much a rough summary.
(Regulus orn Grimmore)
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[20:21] Tieru Avlee says, "Find Pherete, let her know her artificer is looking to buy stolen goods. Osronan, ideally, and as much Mythril and Nyeshk they can find. I'll pay well."
[20:22] Tieru tries to focus on OTHER things then the RUDE TONGUE.
(Tieru Avlee)
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[20:22] Hyaline tilts her head for a brief moment, taking in the conversations at hand. A Vale dweller such as herself knew not the machinations of the above world and the many issues presented.
(Hyaline)
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[20:22] Leni starts making really absurd faces at Tieru. No matter how hard he tries to ignore her. They get worse the more he tries to keep eyes away.
(Leni)
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[20:22] Tieru twitch.
(Tieru Avlee)
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[20:22] Tieru ignore...
(Tieru Avlee)
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[20:22] Tieru ignore......
(Tieru Avlee)
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[20:22] Armondt was mostly party to watching that whole rude exchange happen, and now he's prepared to do other things related to tongues. Like talking.
(Armondt)
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[20:23] Tieru holds a finger to Armondt to usher him to wait.
(Tieru Avlee)
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[20:23] Armondt says, "Right. Pherete, Osronan sto--"
[20:23] Tieru Avlee says, "You have my attention."
[20:23] Danica Drugovic says, "Imma jus'...Sit."
[20:24] Leni pauses, blinking as Tieru faces her. She stops...then redoubles her efforts. Yep. Right to his face.
(Leni)
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[20:24] Leni exclaims, "NyeeeEEEEH!"
[20:25] Hyaline also sits. If only to listen to the news of the world. Her opaline gaze wanders to those present, smiling to those she knew.
(Hyaline)
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[20:26] "Fine. We're to act as a child?"

Tieru takes the paper Armondt had given him and, with a quick few strokes of a crystalline pen, writes a smile face on it.

c:

From the artificer's pocket, too, comes a small adhesive clay attached upon the back of the paper and--

--if quick enough to approach--

--places it upon the forehead of Leni to block the offending faces.

"Then look the part."
(Tieru Avlee)
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[20:26] Noel approaches his wife, offering her a poppylus.

"I found this in the Vale." He smiles.

"It was as beautiful as your smiles, and I felt it called to be graced by your hand."
(Noel Norabel)
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[20:26] Sythaeryn Vartuul says, "..."
[20:26] Ro says, "..."
[20:26] Danica Drugovic says, "....Ew."
[20:26] Noel Norabel says, "..."
[20:26] Ro says, "--ring since you defeated the champion."
[20:27] The bored Hyaline turns to see her beloved husband. A poppylus is offered, and with that, she offers a genuine smile of warmth and love, "My dearest, this is so thoughtful."

She would gently take the flower and tuck it back into her darling's hair, fixing a braid into his hair before standing and pushing herself into his arms.

"I've missed every second without you."
(Hyaline)
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[20:28] Placing his digits atop his own knees he'd slowly roll them; Brow knitting all the while as he took in the summary.

"Right... So-- Runewriting, attunement with the spirit world, and... Magic circles." Markus repeated on back, eyes searching the ground before him. This was... A lot! "Fiiigure with the location I can gleam how you came closer to it, but I'm at a loss on the runes. How were you able to study them-- Merely looking through tomes of Artificery or..?"

Drawing in a slow breath the Drakanite lets out a sigh before he continues. "I take it practitioners on it have their own spin on it, then? As you said with how you do it there's magic circles..."
(Markus Dacien)
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[20:28] Danica Drugovic says, "Oi'..Surrounded by a bunch o' fruit cakes. Shit's suffocatin'."
[20:28] Danica would lift herself and head into the dojo.
(Danica Drugovic)
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[20:29] Noel Norabel says, "They seemed upset."
[20:29] Noel Norabel says, "The good news is their apperant lack of love has left me a chair."
[20:29] Noel Norabel says, "Excellent."
[20:29] Hyaline says, "She will never know our love."
[20:31] Demios's tail wraps around the bench, anchoring himself to it as he starts to take in the conversations around him.
It would seem that he wasn't the only one having a rough time of things recently.
As strange as it was, being aware of that pain was cathartic.

He felt for poor Walter, having witnessed his breakdown at Edelaide's death, but to challenge Sythaeryn.

He glanced up to Sythaeryn for a moment, always occupying a high spot, a vantage point, a place above others.
Hard to approach and speak with in a friendly manner, especially considering the history.

A pause was taken in his musings, more content to absorb, he remained silent.
(Demios Arborea)
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[20:33] Something about the way and angle in and from which he's observed makes Walter feel infinitely small and meaningless. To respond to the implacable character of the grin, and as he enjoys from cover offered by the guise of the mask, his entire jaw clenches under the pressure of impotence. A huff, followed by an accepting nod. It is settled. It would happen.

Turning once more on his heel, Walter approached the Teraphim and Chloromancer. Push had come to shove with an associate, and as such? The bull terrier would not merely remain on brooding standby. A large hand rests atop Leni's shoulder.

"You're concerned about the war, now? Didn' look the type. Otherwise, I feel like you'd be more inclined t' stop honor-bound altercations between your own. P'haps, this is naught more than a service to your self esteem."

He's clearly referring to Lazuli and Urlen fighting to the death overopposing views. He had been there for long enough to see it go down.

"The high lady is not here t'pat you in the hair, unfortunately."
(Walter Docro)
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[20:35] And Leni is so enthralled by the making of faces, she doesn't even register his approach really. Actually, she might've forgotten what she was making them for to begin with. Maybe.

She goes stock still, confused as the paper obscures her vision. It's only natural for her to take it down and glance at it.

Her face brightens up.

"Oh, hey! Cute!" she chirps, holding up the picture to marvel at it.

Meanwhile, with a little work of mana, a tendril of vine grows up just behind Tieru. It reaches up and attempts to snag the beltloop of the Teraphim's trousers. And yank down.

Leni and her fey sensibilities are always down for some fun. This is no different, even potentially at his expense.
(Leni)
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[20:36] {Item} You picked up : ). Dropped by Tieru Avlee. .
[20:36] "I acquired an Agarthan Wayfinding tome that contained the glyphs. They're...rather rare." In fact, he wasn't sure if there was another like his, given it had actually been written by an Angel. He...often forgot just how amazing that was.

"Teraphim have their own way of doing it, and I assume it'd be possible -albeit difficult- to learn for one not amongst their ranks."

His method used the circles, but Finley had a different spin on it that he recalled.
(Regulus orn Grimmore)
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[20:36] Ro says, "--"
[20:36] Ro says, "What is going on down there..."
[20:37] Sythaeryn Vartuul says, "Emoji exchange."
[20:37] Ro squints.
(Ro)
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[20:37] Ro asks, "What is that?"
[20:37] Sythaeryn Vartuul says, "Don't worry about it."
[20:38] Sythaeryn brings his broad hand down against Ro's head, patting him and raising the counter to four.
(Sythaeryn Vartuul)
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[20:38] Ro squints at the utilization of tentacles to expose the trousres of Tieru. Then adds the counter. Once again, they took the lead.
(Ro)
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[20:40] Armondt hummed a light jingle to himself, a basic mnemonic to help him keep his mind on the task. Pherete, stolen Os goods, Mythril and Nyeshk in abundance. An easy thing to keep in mind. He's about to move towards Osrona in an effort to find his mark, but chances upon her right in front of the building next to Yersin.

"Oh. Howdy. Got a missive for ya from Tieru back there." He jabs a thumb back at the Teraphim, who appears to be a potential victim to a pantsing, were he not fast or perceptive enough to avoid it. "He's askin' ya for any goods ya find, stolen Os goods specifically, and he'll buy all the Nyeshk and Mythril ya got."

Then she wasn't actually there. Whoops. Well, he said it within earshot of her business associate contemporaries. That has to count for something.
(Armondt)
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[20:41] Yersin says, "Armon who are you even talkin' to."
[20:41] Ro asks, "Why is that nature user taking off Tieru's pants...?"
[20:41] Yersin says, "Phere don't deal in any of that."
[20:41] Yersin says, "She's th'muscle."
[20:41] Armondt says, "I... thought I was talkin' to Pherete. Swear she was here a sec ago... Well, it was a missive comin' at her anyway."
[20:41] Scarlett Kurokaiyo says, ". . . "
[20:41] Yersin beckons Armondt over to his shady corner.
(Yersin)
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[20:41] A rare tome - There's a click of his teeth at that. Rarities always did seem to elude him, but perhaps there'd be some way to find one in time. "Doooubt I'll be able to snag one soon then... Doesn't mean I won't try, though. If not a tome dedicated to it then maybe there's something I can take from an artificer."

While it was a possibility it wasn't a guarantee… He could already feel that in his bones. Holding a light hum he'd chime along.

"I'd figure, honestly, that'd be the case. Even then... A challenge has never really pushed me away before. Worst comes to it I just bash my head against a dead-end again and again." The Dacien chuckled lightly. "Thank you for this though, Lord Grimmore."
(Markus Dacien)
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[20:41] Hyaline's gaze wanders to Leni and Tieru.
"What disrespect." She jests, her hand slipping into Noel's own, fingers locking into place.
(Hyaline)
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[20:42] Armondt does so. It's a lot shadier here, and it's not because of the time of day.
(Armondt)
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[20:42] Mischief never goes the way he wants...

A faint smile actually manages to crease his lips at Leni's reaction, a rare break from the melancholic and irritated visage he oft carries on him. It's a brief foray back to a childhood part of himself that rarely is allowed to be expressed.

And just as quickly as the box is opened is the feeling shoved right back down into that selfsame box, locked away with Walter's approach.

What once held a smile now holds an irritated sneer.

"This is twice now you speak of the War as if you know what it is and how much I care.

We march to kill the Osronans at the High Lady's command. We march to tear down every beacon of light within that wretched city at the High Lady's command.

We will halt at her command. We will pause at her command. We will retreat at her command.

This is not about the war, you stupid dog. This is about respect."

Something had now struck a nerve as Tieru speaks, his pants slowly sliding down around his legs as he does so.

There was, in absolute truth, no elegant way to recover from it. And no effort is made to do so. The amber-gaze continues even as darkened thigh is exposed.

"Urlen is nothing. Lazuli is nothing. Why stop it?

You, professing an idea to harm a councilman that the High Lady endorses? Are you that thick to fail to see the difference?

Run, dog. Tail between your legs, back to your hole for rats.

I've made myself clear."

Eyes softly close as, inelegantly and with a hiss of breath escaping his teeth, Tieru begins to kneel to grab his pants and pull them back up.

No more fun for him...
(Tieru Avlee)