ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : [“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” The Queen asked the royal scribe standing beside her. He looked up from his documenting of royal gifts to offer her his usual unimpressed expression. Her green eyes narrowed directly at him as if she hadn’t a clue as to why he was questioning her. “What? They offer a gift to the crown and send a mute to deliver said gift. How am I expected to learn what these are used for? Does this make any sense to you?” She was firing off questions and the two bickered back and forth (as usual) but the reality of it was that the emissary was not a mute. They were simply <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : too frightened and awe struck to respond to anyone while being questioned at the bottom of the dais. In the crate sitting before this envoy were a several sets of apothecary bottles. Inside the bottles were unidentified, ambiguous liquids and powders. Now having risen from her throne, she stood before all donning a beautiful dress that was a mixture of yellow, orange and pink fabrics. Draped down the entire length of her form was a gold cape lined in thick black embroidery. Etched upon the edges of the <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : embroidery were tiny symbols representing the crown. The scribe and Queen silenced for a brief moment to look down upon the envoy, who was obviously still attempting…. and failing to speak on behalf of their land. “Would you please explain what is in these bottles? Do I need to make you drink one first.” Her second question caused his eyes to widen even  more. The scribe sighed dramatically.]

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ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : one first?* )

Rusul•Deмιrel : :: It’d been arranged by the Losandorian elf and his mortal betrothed that indeed, despite Felice’s quietly evident avoidance of the castle, she and Rusul would *need* to go to court to face the Queen Consort eventually. Always cognizant of Felice’s introverted reserve, but also of her shortened days (at least by a long-lived elf’s perception), he’d finally coaxed Felice to accompany him to court to find HRM Alessandrah Deathstalker. When their Queen had gone missing, Rusul didn’t need to know the reasons why; he saw Felice shaken and uncertain, and with his love for her, he’d promised to his ‘a'mael arwen’ [beloved lady] that, should she allow it, he would [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : provide for her with love and a home. Little did Felice know that he meant that in more than just a romantically figurative manner – the youngest Demirel lord had set out to quite literally build her a home on the outskirts of Immortalis, in the small province of Cardea. It had the yellow limestone that could be quarried from the Valley of the Horses. In front of it, when Felice had first seen it, the elf had offered it all to her without an honest demand. She could turn him away if she so chose, and her name would still be the one on the deed. Some love was conditional in that way, but Rusul was not brought up to behave that way; nor was that his character. [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : Perhaps to humans the gesture might have seemed like too much – but why not give all to the one you love? And so he had. Whatever she desired to pluck from all that he offered, was hers. Nothing would ever be forced upon Felice. She’d even accepted his request that she marry him, and become his own ‘hiril vuin’ [beloved lady]. Since that day, though, while Rusul kept what he knew needed to be done subdued as not to trample Felice’s wishes, he did finally gently implore that they face a responsibility to meet with the Queen, and speak to what had transpired. So it was, Rusul entered the great throne room, with his arm angled in a way to allow Felice’s hand to rest just beyond the crook of his elbow. Beloved or not, in court, he would honor her and this place with decorum. [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : No running in holding hands giggling. The image alone would cause a brief blanch to Rusul’s tanned cheeks. “We are tell her the truth of these things, and surely she will giving you blessings, yes?” He murmured encouragingly toward Felice as they walked into the illustrious hall. They approached the dais, where crates lay at the base of the steps with a frightened figure stammering wordlessly beneath the imposing Queen. … … shit, might he become like that man? No, he had to determine he could not. He couldn’t. He felt like that messenger inwardly, but he couldn’t demonstrate that outwardly, not when Felice now relied on him to be strong with, and for, her. He knew she had her own personal concerns in this meeting beyond just speaking to their betrothal, though he never pushed her to reveal all of the details to him. Perhaps they would be revealed today. [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : He swallowed back a tightness in his throat, and then, when permitted, how bowed until bid to rise by the Queen of the realms. [d] ::

Felice : need 1 second kids ))

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : no prob - i'm eating lunch )

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ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : while you are preparing your post - I am gonna restart my PC real quick. )

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Rusul•Deмιrel : Alright. Also welcome. ]

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : Shaughnessy!!}}

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : Ty}}

Sнαuɢнnєssy : ^^ ))

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : Long time no see}}

Sнαuɢнnєssy : Glad you're back about lady ))

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : Yea....real life was being a real kick to the groin}}

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : lol}}

Sнαuɢнnєssy : I hope you kicked it back 👿! lol ))

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : Heck yea!}}

Sнαuɢнnєssy : There are a few people playing right now if you'd like to join ^^ - on pause til Alessandrah gets back 🙂 ))

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : Welp I could try, a bit rusty but I will watch to see what goes on}}

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : Though Ravyn's a little cookoo in the coco puff}}

Sнαuɢнnєssy : Everyone's always welcome to join ^^, its in the throne room. Watching is also always welcome ☺ ))

Sнαuɢнnєssy : rofl ))

Sнαuɢнnєssy : Aren't we all XD ))

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : True}}

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Sнαuɢнnєssy : wb! ))

Sнαuɢнnєssy : Oh, I'm a derp, also wb Albe LOL ))

Felice : "I can't do this..." It was whispered and for a brief moment the woman damn near pulled her hand from Rusuls arm and turned around to flee. There was however strength in the elf beside her, and for that Felice would forever be thankful. She'd come to avoid the castle, simply being there when she had to be and yet managed except for once in the marketplace to entirely stear clear of the Queen. -c-

Felice : You would think with the woman having returned that Felice would of been estatic. Part of her was, and yet the rest of her shifted between those high-lows of anger and that deeply rooted sense of abandonment. When the woman had left, Felice had thrown herself into the bakery, any and everything that could keep the handmaiden's attention on anything other then what had happened. -c-

Felice : Now though she walked side by side with Rusul into the throne room. Mixed feelings, because deep down there was still that word of cautionary advice that both the Empress and Kit had given her once so long ago about men. They were trouble and to avoid them, that and well Felice was still scared shitless that the woman would look at the two of them and say no. -c-

Felice : Thankfully though for the moment they were not alone, granted the way the envoy stood there and the questions that were thrown at him by the Empress she half expected the male to faint or run. Make him drink one, her head shook slightly. She may no longer be a vampire but it was the same woman power or not. Felice though once the woman was standing looked at anything but her. Did the sentinels polish  their armor it was damned shiney today. -e-

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : LK - were you going to hop in as well? )

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : [“Perhaps if your majesty would give this man a few moments to compose himself in your great presence, he would be able to efficiently relay the message that coordinated with these items.” The scribe skillfully suggested toward Alessa. She reached over with her arm that was draped with a long, belled sleeve and grabbed his robe in order to pull him into a whisper, “He has been standing there like that for several minutes now. I really don’t believe what he needs is a few moments. What he needs is to be dismissed, along with these crates, until he can compose himself and properly represent his <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : people. Now get it all out of here.” Although her logic behind the dismissal was correct, the envoy could easily misunderstand the Crown for being rude or ungrateful. The royal scribe would have a servant explain the situation to the envoy in the simplest terms possible and hope for the man’s return at a later hour. It took a few moments before all of the crates were removed and Alessa took her seat once again upon the throne. Leaning forward ever so slightly, she set her hands into her lap neatly and stared down at Felice and Rusul. There was a smug expression upon her freckled features, knowing that the two were <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : standing before her as a ‘couple’ and not on individual business. She already had a hunch on where this discussion was headed. She easily picked up on Felice’s tension and determination etched upon her fiance’s elvish features. Why would Felice finally be here in her presence, if it wasn’t for something important? Duncan looked at Alessa for instruction of what to do next. “You are either going to take note of my approval or my order of something else entirely.” She answered his silent enquiry, before sighing and locking her gaze upon the pair below. “How is it you have gone through great measures to avoid me entirely, yet only seek my presence when you want something?” She would boldly and <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : honestly ask Felice. "By all means, come forward." ]

Rusul•Deмιrel : LK, posting? ]

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : I think she may be AFK. )

Rusul•Deмιrel : :: Where Rusul and Felice walked side by side into the midst of court, there were faces the gentlemanly elf recognized from the corners of his blue-brown gaze; but for now, he didn’t spend time regarding this person or that along that walk. Hardly for rude disposition, he would have quietly regarded all familiar faces in nigh any other circumstance. However, the youngest Demirel lord was here for Felice today, and would not remotely leave her adrift. Of course, she had her own quiet sort of strength, something he admired, but that did not mean he would isolate her by behaving inconsiderately distracted to prove it existed. When Felice did make that shudder to possibly [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : flee the court, he smoothed over the appearances of that by calmly laying a warm palm over the top of her hand resting on his other forearm, and offered such a concrete thought to help soothe her, as if now only at random. “Ánin apsenë [forgive me]… … I do not recalling if you are request for what type of rug in your parlor, was it the warm floral, or was it instead the more solid color one?” Could Rusul divert his lady from her nerves while they approached the thrones even a little? He had hoped so. Though, time evanesced and the two stood now with the full weight of the Queen’s green gaze down upon them. At the Queen’s leave, Rusul straightened from his bow, keeping [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : his polished demeanor as together as he could, though he suspected this woman was well accustomed to sensing apprehension in people, for she inspired it so well. “Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo [A star shines on the hour of our meeting],” Rusul politely blessed the encounter in the silver flourish of an elven salutation. Of course, he wasn’t going to merely pour elvish words at the Queen, he was not so inconsiderate as that. Though, his Common was still rough, he’d put in hours of additional practice with it this week to try and put his best foot forward with the Queen Alessandrah. For the sovereign, for Felice, and for the honor of his own household. By the [c]

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Sнαuɢнnєssy : wb! ))

Λѕ†ʀᶖɖ : Thank you)

Rusul•Deмιrel : stars, this woman was daunting… … tell of her presence could only go so far to compare to the reality of standing there now. “Forgiving my Common,” he first provided, though this wasn’t the first time he’d pardoned his rough use of the language in court; nonetheless he felt it appropriate here. “If I may speak to these things, I am believe that there are many complication in this, for you, Your Grace, and for those who having love you, as with Miss Del Patro.” He lifted his heterochromic blue-brown gaze only so far up the dais, not quite fully meeting the Queen’s gaze; it was a matter of respectful deference. This was her domain, her home, her seat of imperial power. Did he expect anyone to walk into anyone else’s home to disrespect them with insolence? Certainly not. [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : “You are correct, Melda Tári [Beloved Queen]—“ he paused to catch his slip of elvish, “—pardoning. ‘My Queen,’” he corrected into Common. “We do approaching now to speak to you on an important matters. While you were absent, I am seeking to comfort the lady to whom I am love. It was not my intentions to asking her to become my lady without first speaking to you, but when you were gone, she was alone. I am understand that there must be many complication to why you were gone so long, I am below having right to know the reasonings. Nonetheless please understanding that Miss Del Patro was heartbrokens in the unknown departure. I hoping you may [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : forgive my breach of decorum to asking that she becoming my wife before asking you for this permission. Though I seeking this out while we did not knowing where you were or if you were to return. We are now seek to addressing the long silence. Felice love you, Your Majesty. I am jealous for to never be able to competing with that piece of her love,” he offered in attempted jest to mildly lighten the atmosphere. “You are return with a son, stars blessing upon Prince Orien and mother. This only give picture that many complicated thing happen in the time you were away. I am believe you must have faced strange and terrible thing, and doing what, in your wisdom above mine, needing to be done. [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : Forgiving me for all of these strange occurrence against decorum in stranger times. But if only room to forgiving one, give this blessing instead to Felice Del Patro. I am now request for your leave that I marrying her, for I love her wholly. I will giving her home and heart. Shelter and good life. Also, honor always.” It was excruciating to speak so long in Common, especially so to a royal figure in such a circumstance, but the elf made his best effort in the delicate scenario. [d] ::

Felice : Why yes, the armor must of been polished... Even from where she stood that attempt to avoid the woman's gaze and she was still subjected to it in the form of the reflection that stared back at her. It was there, no hiding the fact her nerves were slowly fraying inside of her, the more the Queen spoke towards them, or her really, the tighter Rusul would feel her fingers upon his forearm. Granted that warmth of his pressing over her hand helped ease most of what she was feeling. -c-

Felice : And the query about the rug in her parlor had Felice actually cracking a smile, what he had set about to do he had accomplished as she visibly relaxed. Felice had gone to great lengths to avoid being in the same room and space with the Queen for one simple reason. She didn't trust herself, there were moments she wanted to embrace the woman and welcome her back and other times reach out and strangle her. Demand to know why she was left behind. Why they were all left behind. -c-

Felice : Very few times in her past had she been driven to violence and only ever in the worst case scenerios. Had the two of them met privately words would of surfaced almost too easily. Out here though, with the courtiers and nosy noble gossip mongers, Felice was more or less tight lipped. Listening as Rusul spoke, that smile never left her face. If anything as he went on it broadened, had she not been so damn afraid of what the woman may say, Felice may of leaned against him. -c-

Felice : Instead she stood there, her gaze unlike Rusul's actually sought to gain the woman's eyes. How long ago had it been that Felice wouldn't look anyone in the eyes. He summed things up pretty damn well, despite the glaring mistakes that couldn't be helped. And in that the handmaiden found no reason to open her mouth and interject or offer a correction. -e-

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : [To her disappointment and despite her efforts to debunk the mystery surrounding their relationship, she was unable to gather any information that portrayed Rusul in a negative light. As a matter of fact, all of the informers she had employed had nothing but positive feedback for this man. There wasn’t a single crumb she could find to possibly point to a trail of ‘reason’ for why she should reject their marriage. She was aware of the family name and had even met the man once before. She couldn’t use ignorance as an excuse. So, what in Sophia’s name could she use as justification to reject whatever Felice was about to <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : ask of her? Alessa knew that her abrupt disappearance likely scarred the woman’s faith in her and devastated their relationship. That being said, Alessa was secretly surprised she was even here for her word. Felice no longer was assigned as her lady in waiting. In summary, she could do as she wished. As the polite (and nervous) nobleman spoke on his and his fiancé’s behalf, Alessa remembered his poor common. Despite this, she understood exactly what he said as he spoke to what she already knew was coming. He confirmed her suspicion of Felice’s abandonment and the consequences it held. Alessa could take a few apparent guesses on how this man was able to win Felice’s heart. He was knowledgeable, <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : affluent, polite and seemingly dependable to those he cared for – easy on the eyes as well. Disgustingly so – she couldn’t find a single flaw that could justify her rejection. Feeling a little defeated in terms of her own pure stubbornness, she created a long silence among the three as she mused over their words. He may have won the conversation, but she would ensure that his vision into the future with Felice would heed a very important warning. “Well I stand defeated – how could I refuse?” She stood from her throne, before stepping over to the nearest armed guard and drew his sword in one fluid motion. <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : Wordlessly, she turned toward the couple once more and began to descend the steps until she would stop at the last one, dragging the tip of the sword along the marbled floor. The scraping sound of the steel against the ground stopped and she lifted the sword until it pointed directly at Rusul’s nose. Although she was still several feet away – he would get the message. She knew Felice’s bottled anger toward her may possibly burst due to her actions, but she also should have seen this coming. “You have my blessing. I still cannot say if it is because I truly have faith in you or if I am appeasing Felice out of the guilt I have for abandoning her but know this… She may no longer belong to me in terms of employment <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : but if I were still standing before you as a True Brujah this day, she would have been sired. In terms of employment, she is no longer mine and she is free to do with her life as she wishes, but in terms of everything else – I still consider her my person. She -is- my person and if you ever fail her in any way, shape or form you are failing me.” She lowered the sword, before haphazardly tossing it in such a manner the guard nearly missed his cue to catch it. “The next time you come to see me, Felice, I want it to be because you want to see me. Not because you want something from me. I know you have your <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : reasons – but you know me well enough to understand that I had my reasons for not including you.” The freckled beauty was stubborn beyond a doubt, but Felice had to know that her admitting guilt in front of court had to at least count for something. With that, she stood with her arms folded as she awaiting their response. The guard who caught the sword carefully stepped around the Queen’s long, sprawled cape to quickly resume his post upon the dais.]

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : LMAO - I can already picture the 'inlaws' aka her dropping by their house unexpectedly all the time to annoy the ever-loving hell out of them. )

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : Alessa: "sup - what's for dinner?" )

Rusul•Deмιrel : :: Rusul becoming a master of clearing his throat versus outright fainting :: ]

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : lmao )

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : *Drenai breaks the chair in the living room because he is too heavy* )

Rusul•Deмιrel : LMAO ]

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : Drenai: That's it - divorce his ass - he can't even afford a proper chair. )

Rusul•Deмιrel : They will need to have a chair fashioned for him should he visit. Everything is lovely and bright in their house... ... then this massive death seat. ]

Rusul•Deмιrel : LOL ]

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : lololol )

Felice : LMAO ))

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Rusul•Deмιrel : :: No stranger to court, though not of a spirit wholly born to savor its nature, the astute elf was keen to the fact that the daunting Queen bore such a weight of judgment upon him in those painfully long moments of silence that lay like a deathly gulf between his words and the time when she did deign to reply to his deferential requests. Felice, while still reticent at first to speak to any of this yet, seemed less troubled by this whole encounter. Of course, she would remain unnerved in shades, but it heartened the elf to catch the somewhat subtle air and body language about the Queen’s former lady-in-waiting now. Was this what it was like in the quiet before the storm of a battle? He wasn’t a warrior, though he lived to the stereotype that elves were proficient with bows [… … he wasn’t born with bow in hand, however, he did consistently work toward that end]. [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : He’d almost wish to just get beheaded and have it done with than wait in that brutal, assessing silence. When words did come, he’d realized he’d not been breathing, for despite his keen elven hearing, he’d been harkening to when the first words from the Queen. His chest rose and fell, but he mitigated the visible appearance of his relief and stilled his body language. … … well that relief *was* short-lived, however, because the Queen took a sword from a guard, and accentuated the terror of that gesture by the sharp, metallic drag of blade-to-marble in her wake as she approached. Elegantly elongated ears most certainly picked *that* up.   [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : He had a flashback to when the Emperor Drenai approached Rusul’s brother, Iskandar, when he dared request Shaughnessy’s hand from the murderous tyrant on these very steps. There had been blood on that occasion. Blood and death. … … oh he was fucked, wasn’t he? “… …” The sword was now pointed toward his face, and none but the mercy of the Queen could spare him should she have an inclination to drive it forward. This again couldn’t be the first time the daunting woman had watched someone drop a few shades of color toward pallor at her presence or composed intensity. Even the pointed tips of his ears framing the neat stroke of his dirty blond hair seemed to lose all color. [c]

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Λѕ†ʀᶖɖ : Welcome back)

TheLadyKnight : *peeks out*)

Rusul•Deмιrel : Oh. By. The. Stars. She didn’t kill him, but instead spoke of her blessing. Was he delirious? Had he gone delusional as a defense mechanism before dying to think he’d heard that… …? He blinked a few times out of turn. The typically reserved elf no doubt was as readable as the easiest book to the Queen for the shifts from terror to [still terrorized] relief tinged in shades of uneasy bewilderment. He could consider himself reserved, but he also didn’t face off with someone who was such a force as Alessandrah was on a daily basis [… … and if he did, he might just prefer to die for the anxiety of it. His respect for Felice’s work with the Queen while she had still been a True Brujah elder of all things only massively deepened]. [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : The Queen spoke her ferocious consent, like some poised lioness allowing for possible prey to walk by through her savanna. Watching, capable of tearing to pieces [as vampire elder or mortal, it *clearly* didn’t matter, did it? … …]. Though, through his terror, he could discern a fierce sort of love for Felice, which strangely gave him something to grasp to. Yes, being told that if he failed Felice he’d fail this terrifying wife of an also terrifying tyrant was enough to drop anyone’s blood pressure toward unconsciousness, but he managed to hold on. Alessandrah loved Felice. This was steeped through all of her words and actions now, and while a sword was pointed at his face, and his life was threatened should he be anything shortcoming in her eyes, something of a faint smile dared chance to slant his lips. [c]

Rusul•Deмιrel : Alessandrah loved Felice enough and valued her enough that she even spoke to how she would have made her one of her vampiric children should she still have been True Brujah… … that was terrifying, too, but the message was clear. This proud, strong woman would *not* take anyone as her own in such a way if she did not so deeply value them. He had mixed feelings at the idea of Felice being a vampire… … she’d be some undead abomination, but she’d have long life… … he shook the thoughts, saddened by Felice’s mortal longevity, but valuing what and who she was as he knew her. He would face the grief of her eventual death when it came. For now, he would cherish what time he had. … … even these moments. [c]

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Rusul•Deмιrel : His place now was only to bow his head to the Queen, and speak his gratitude for her [frightening] consent. “I am humble by your word, Your Majesty. I am endeavor to honor it.” It was not his place to speak further to the relationship between Felice and Alessandrah, or this situation. It was Felice’s moment to step up with the tactful courage he knew she possessed. She simply had to overcome her confused hurt over the past… … for certainly she heard the admissions of love and protection her Queen had just spoken of her. [d] ::

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Ʌlαυпєуl : Thanks. ))

Rusul•Deмιrel : Sup scary elf ]

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Jαƌϵ : my bitch! )

Jαƌϵ : *high five* )

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Rusul•Deмιrel : :: sidles away from the scary ladies... ... :: Scary ass women all over the place holy shit - er I MEAN, beautiful, lovely, kind! ]

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ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : Welcome home all! )

J`raal Kandar : Thanks Lessa!][

Jαƌϵ : Rusul if you ever wish to learn how to shoot a bow properly, I can teach you. )

Λѕ†ʀᶖɖ : Welcome home all)

Rusul•Deмιrel : ... ... :: just hides in the woods noping at all the crazies :: ]

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ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : *is basically your mother-in-law now* You cannot hide from me! )

-Johnathan_Daxus- : Thanks Astrid, Lessa.]]

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Rusul•Deмιrel : MY MOTHER IN LAW IS LIKE SAURON FML ]

J`raal Kandar : Wb Ala!][

Λѕ†ʀᶖɖ : Welcome back and you're welcome, Johnathan.)

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Rusul•Deмιrel : The murderous sort, won't just look at you, but hunt you down and torture you and break your spirit then watch you die of grief all seeing eye .. ... ... ]

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Felice : Momma's spirit animal is a bear. ))

Felice : As angry and tortured as she may of been regarding the Queens disappearance, her word still meant something. Of all things Felice sought the elder woman's approval, even when she no longer had to. She stood defeated? That caught the woman off guard, almost as badly as the sword as it dragged across the marble floor. The sound caused the tiny hair at the nape of her neck to stand on end. As that damned blade lifted Felice wanted to pull Rusul backwards away from its path, fingers had started to tighten, though as the Queen began to spoke it remained just that. -c-

Felice : The woman holding to Rusuls arm, eyes narrowed as she waited for what she thought was coming. Shock though would shift the features of her face as Alessandrah spoke about what would of happened had she remained undead. Memories stirred, some lingering just beyond that loss of color. It was offical now, they... Lack of color meant that blush as some color bled back into her cheeks at still being considered her person became almost painfully noticable. How many times had she heard that threat levied upon other people and here it was used as a means of defence to Felice. -c-

Felice : The entire sired comment would stick with her for a long time, even more so  was that direct comment upon her about the next time. For a woman normally proud almost to a fault, speaking as she just had in front of court could not of been easy. She put Felice upon a pedestal in a sense, and as she stood there awaiting a response and Rusul spoke. When he finished, Felice rather boldly in the middle of court. Leaned in her lips pressing against his briefly, "Thank you," it was whispered. A private moment in a public viewing. She had learned how to navigate -c-

Felice : court life somewhat, never reveal too much and yet just enough. "I think I need a moment Rusul to speak to her." An offer of allowing him freedom from something he may not of been entirely comfortable with. The queen though, as soon as Rusul turned to leave was faced once again and she would move to where she stood. There had been so much anger amongst other things directed towards the woman. Her words though, as she stood there arms crossed, Felice of all things would hug her. -c-

Felice : "I am mad at you... Angry and yet relieved that you came home. I..." She'd wanted to hug the woman who had become family and  yet in the same breath Felice had wanted to hit her, to make her hurt just as badly as she had. Her words would never go beyond maybe the ears of the guards that stood upon the dias. 'I have missed you." -e-

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Rusul•Deмιrel : :: EXCUSED, RUNS AWAY FROM DEATH QUEEN :: ]

Rusul•Deмιrel : Thanks for the play, though, it was fun! ]

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ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : [The royal scribe and the close surrounding guards were unfazed by their Queen’s method in which she decided to answer their request. Duncan simply scribbled his notes upon his parchment as if she had been reciting a list of materials to purchase for dresses. Other than the rest of the court now falling silent and gaping at the Queen who had just pointed a sword at a man’s face, all was calm. However, as it were, it had now been officially noted that the Queen had given these two her blessing. The <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : foreboding image of the Queen standing at the bottom of the dais with her arms folded, glaring down at the two would likely deter many. Yet, Felice once again defied those odds and stepped up to hug the woman, causing the royal scribe to nearly drop his quill and parchment. Instinctively, Alessa lifted her arms to return the embrace, but then remembered they were in the middle of court. There was a ghost of a smile that could be seen, before the fair skinned woman scoffed softly and straightened. Composing <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : herself, she cleared her throat and swatted at Felice in an attempt to remind her she too, was in court. “Ahem. Yes, Well. Now that THAT is all over with. I am due in the training grounds within the courtyard for lessons.” There were about three people in the entire land who could get away with hugging the Queen in public. Felice was obviously one of them.]

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : I am going to take a short break, then resume in the courtyard. Thanks for writing with me you guys! )

Rusul•Deмιrel : Log up, and I'm out ]

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ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : wooops )

Sнαuɢнnєssy : I'll be afk for a bit, shouldn't have this ^^ ))

Sнαuɢнnєssy : and lmao )0

Sнαuɢнnєssy : ))*

Felice : welcome back! ))

Felice : Three people, Orien, Drenai and Felice? ))

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : ok - 4 XD )

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : Kit. )

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Felice : Oh yeah! ))

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : [Her beautiful ensemble of orange, pink and yellow had been traded in for a simple white gown and silver armor. The long-sleeved gown allowed the Queen to move with ease, without resorting to wearing pants. Everyone knew the Queen hated pants. The brilliantly shining silver armor was comprised of a chest plate and pleated leather skirt that held the sheath for her sword. Her black hair was pulled back into a simple, sleek pony-tail. It had been an hour since the Queen had started her training. The majority <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : of the time was spent with the Queen mirroring her trainer’s movements. After expressing interest in being trained in hand to hand combat, she had already been through her fair share of trainers and methods. She didn’t want bulky armor or weapons. She didn’t want to resort to spells or any power that wasn’t from her own, mortal form. She wanted to be trained once again, this time as a mortal, with a sword and martial-arts. Thus far, she hadn’t been impressed with the trainers that had been recruited. <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : At first, she thought she would try one of her husband’s sparring partners – only to be disappointed by the fact that they were used to fighting those of massive stature. So, just like him, they used completely different methods than what she was looking for. She didn’t want to charge after her enemy, screaming a battle cry and hoisting a sledgehammer. She wanted to gracefully, quietly and artfully whoop their asses. It also didn’t help that the last two trainers were too afraid to hurt her and therefore she was <c>

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ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : missing out on vital interaction. “If I fall, it’s the ground! I’ll be okay!” She exclaimed, sheathing her sword as her trainer kept a respectful distance. “I don’t think it’s wise, your majesty.” He argued in the most polite, respectful possibly way. Frustrated, she walked away from him and busied herself with requesting a drink of water.]

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Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : >.> ))

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : Welcome home all! )

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : -decides to blissfully ignore the Queen wanting to be trained- ))

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : *has evil plans as usual* )

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : thank you!]

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : *somehow incorporates Vik into her evil plan just to spite him* )

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : Well shit... Vik would train Lessa. ))

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : And knock her on her ass. ))

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : Repeatedly. ))

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ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : WHO WANTS TO TRAIN THE EMPRESS? )

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : My methods are unorthodoxed}}

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : She lies! She's no longer Empress! ))

Jαƌϵ : I am typing ))

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : FYI - Drenai will be here in about an hour, give or take. I'm sure he would love to watch her get her ass kicked. )

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : -posts in as well- ))

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : Oh yeah shit. You know what I mean. )

ℛаⱴyɳღƁlаçᶄḩԑаяȶ : Now thats a name I haven't seen in a bit}}

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : I almost typed Empress 100 times in my posts today. )

Jαƌϵ : Amusement etched itself across Jades face as she watched the on going training session. Or really the attempt to avoid training by the trainer. As the Queen moved away for water, the Shadow Raven gave her location away. "Your armor is too heavy." Bulky really, but then for Jade, the chosen armor was a part of her. Able to be called at will. -c-

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : I'll post in after Jade. ))

Jαƌϵ : Leaning against one of the posts she looked at the training ring then upwards towards the sky. "You know the last time you and I got into it, I ended up in the infirmary for a week." This time though well maybe things would be different. The upper hand was more in favor of the experience in hand to hand Jade possessed over the simple brute strength the kindred had been able to call on. -c-

Jαƌϵ : She held no qualms about putting the Queen on her ass if it meant teaching her to protect herself Quietly she would stand, black tunic and pants. Where one detested pants the other detested dresses, and Jade lowered the short sword allowing it to rest out of reach. -e-

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : || How could Viktor Fallon not hear of what was going on? Royal Weapon's Master that he was, the chance to witness the Queen spar, to train, was a sight he couldn't pass up. If mostly because it gave him the opportunity to witness what she could do now. If anything. So, the General had been watching from afar, as he generally did as of late. Always watching, but always there should he need to be. It wasn't until the trainer had all but been dismissed due to the lack of resolve to strike the Queen. Pussy. Laughing quietly to himself, the Ethereal slowly descended the steps he had been standing at the top of. Descending in a nonchalant manner, eyes looked between both Alessandrah and Jade. Well, if she were going to do so, then by all means. There was no need to exert himself. Still, just watching, Viktor could pinpoint things she did wrong, or needed improvement on. "Leathers may be best, to train in. My wife has a pair that would likely fit." Form fitting doeskin pants though. But >

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : they were light enough to allow Lessa to move freely. Still, if she sought to fight in the armor, then training in it wouldn't be a bad idea. At least she'd get used to moving around in it, in her current weakened state. Being mortal and all. ||

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ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : [“For Sophia’s sake – I am offering a free pass at possibly embarrassing me in public. Why is everyone passing on this?” She complained to the servant who served the Queen her water, nodding with agreement – regardless if she agreed or not. Her green eyes leered toward the servant, knowing full well she was just appeasing her complaint with a blind answer. “I don’t suppose you want to train me, do you?” The servant tried not to fumble too much with the tray as she bowed her head and pleaded that <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : she was not worthy. “Ugh….I….” her next comment was interrupted when Jade appeared out of nowhere and criticized her armor. Alessa almost spit out her water, but composed herself and looked down at said armor. “Really? I thought it was simple enough. Perhaps I will have new armor made.” Pity to the poor soul who had just spent weeks constructing the armor she was currently wearing. “Yes, that was glorious. You also deserved it.” In reference to her and Jade’s last physical altercation. “Remove it.” <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : Her commandment reached the ears of the nearby servants and they quickly moved to assist the Queen with removing her armor. “I’ll train without it today.” She trusted Jade’s talents and the woman herself enough to know it would not pose an issue. She also knew Jade was going to kick her ass. Her memory wouldn’t save her from what she had relied on in the past – brute strength and inhuman speed. She wouldn’t be able to perform the same defenses and attacks from before. Setting down the water, she <c>

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : looked to Viktor who had also appeared recently. “If she doesn’t mind, perhaps I will have them sent to be duplicated.” Eventually, her and Jade were standing directly across from one another. After the announcement was made, Alessandrah drew her sword and stepped forward. Using a technique she had just learned from the previous trainer, she would actually block first with her right arm, wielding the sword in her left arm to strike toward Jade’s side.]

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : I'm gonna prep dinner for monsters real quick while you guys work on posts. )

Jαƌϵ : No prob ))

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Alberdine : Thanks I didn't realize I had left XD ))

Mɑlhiɳ : 🍻🍻 ]]

Jαƌϵ : welcome back you three )

Alberdine : Thank ya ))

Jαƌϵ : Glorious... Really? At that Jade shook her head, a week in the infirmary. It was however in the past something that well in a sense Jade had very much deserved that attitude adjustment that the then Empress dished out for her. "Simple it may be, but the plate. Is unforgiving and weighs us down. Unless you are standing with a shield in your arm and fighting in full armor it is simply for show." This coming from the woman whose armor was imprinted upon her, something to be called when needed. -c-

Jαƌϵ : "If you wish for effective armor, I can have it made for you." Something that would not be offered to anyone willy nilly. As Alessa entered the ring and moved to interact with Jade the shadow raven simply stood there. Shoulders relaxed and her right leg lead the left minutely, though offered the woman a pivotal power should it be needed. There was a mutual respect upon that field between women, one that saw to the knowledge that Jade would not hold back and yet at the same time -c-

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Jαƌϵ : would not seek to endanger the woman. Sword laid upon the ground feet from her, Alessa opened up on an unarmed combatant. Storm hued eyes watched the woman, head tilting slightly to the side even as she adjusted her own stance when the woman's right arm came up in an entirely defensive maneuver. It was however that left hand that wielded the blade. A single half sized step in and the sword would become little if entirely not effective. Jades own hand would reach out, fingers moving to grasp at the inner wrist of the Queen's. The intent to push the blade out away from either one of them. Ultimately wanting to quickly disarm her, Jade had finesse and experience in disarming in her corner. -e-

J`raal Kandar : wb][

Alberdine : wb ! ))

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : thanks! )

J`raal Kandar : I'll post after Vik, if that works?][

ƛlɛssɑ Ðɇɑtђstɑlkɛʀ : sounds good )

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : || Viktor had doubted that Gabbie would mind, considering they were simply riding leathers fitted to be a bit more defensive. Lightweight and maneuverable, a perfect starting set of armor to train in. Despite the fact that Alessandrah was now mortal, he was sure her mind still possessed the knowledge of combat, without the means to do it so effortlessly now. Crossing his arms across his chest, Viktor wore a simple nobles attire with a black vest. He looked the part of Deathstalker nobility, though his twin scimitars were clearly there as usual. And why not? They were paramount as to the image of the man. Watching, silently, close enough to have front row seats, but far enough to not be in the way should they move about, the man was keenly interested in watching the display. Even if he were well aware that he wouldn't see full on abilities in this little match. If Lessa performed well, than another bout in the 'Doom Dungeon' may be warranted. Let her train against things that would >

Ѵɪᴋᴛᴏʀ▪Fᴀʟʟᴏɴ : not stay their blade. Granted, Dren would probably be pissed if something marred her face. Couldn't have a Queen with a scarred face. That was just unsightly. And imagine the statues! She'd have to have them all changed! ||

J`raal Kandar : -= There was another, as well, who was watching the instruction of the Empress-turned-mortal-Queen. Such a change as she had undergone had to be nearly impossible to accept for a myriad of reasons. Nonetheless, it was a rare day to see Lessa actually getting down and dirty, at least for J'raal. Still, there were plenty of others present whose combat prowess within the Empire was more well-known: Jade and Viktor. So, for now, J'raal was simply content to watch and study. Propping himself against a nearby wall, the shadow brushed off an apple he'd been saving and began to eat. <e>

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