felix vesper sanctorum [p][thread one!]

[ryth]

The harvest festival. A yearly event that Ryth only heard about when he joined the knights. He was astounded at how they described the feasts and the generosity of the lord and was determined to see it for himself and to aid the lord on his way to Plegia. His eyes were constantly scanning the faces of those around him as he wandered along the path towards the mansion. Surprised at the accounts of the amount of people who visited the feast seemed to be an understatement. His excitement dimmed however as he saw the group of Plegians walk by. Wondering why such a concentrated group would come especially to an enemy’s celebration.



When he entered he stopped again. His mind not comprehending the amount of food that was on display at the feast. As fast as his mind was he could not comprehend it for a few seconds as people brushed past him into the grand hallway. He was brought back to awareness as the smell reached him. His mind instantly forced him to gravitate towards the food once the smell had graced his unworthy nostrils. Stopping at the speech however he listened as to why the man held this feast each year; nodding when he heard that it was the inspiration from his wife and was emotionally strengthened that the man allowed this to continue after his wife’s death.



As the speech ended he moved towards a less crowded part of the hall and started to eat. Loving how the potatoes were cooked and combined with the corn to make a wonderfully complimented dish eating away happily he forgot that half of the reason people came here is to talk to others.

[suna]

i'll be glad to be with someone.

Suna jumped as a voice sounded out right next to her, looking over to see a rather pretty blonde-haired woman that she had never seen before. This is a festival to celebrate a bountiful harvest. She began, as if she were already fed up with Suna - the taguel frowned, furrowed her brow, but listened intently - I doubt they will be serving meat right now. Perhaps it would come later, if at all. I would be remiss to expect meat to be served at a party that is held to celebrate the bounty of vegetables. ...How did she know that Suna wanted meat?? Did the taguel mutter it under her breath or something? Or did she just figure that since she was a taguel, she wanted meat? um, ...wait a minute. More alarming than that was... there was no meat here?! Well, why the heck was she even at this party! She wasn't some herbivore you could stuff lettuce at and feel like you took care of her properly! What the heck!

"You'd think that a festival for a bountiful harvest wouldn't be intended to squander so much of it at once," chimed an oddly familiar voice, and Suna tilted her head to see that woman that turned into a dragon - a ... manakete?? - on her other side. "Where's a stray goat when you need one." ...D-did... she have to bring that up? Did she really? Suna shuddered, then decided to say - i don't need a whole stray goat... i just need maybe a piece of chicken, or some beef or... something! i'm not a herbivore, she said with a pout, sticking out her lower lip in a proper look of utter dismay. it's not fair, i hate carrots. She gestured to the offending vegetables and sighed.

But, it was only a moment before she perked up again, her interest piqued in her company. umm, it was nascha, right? what are you doing here? she asked, and then cast a glance in the mystery woman's direction. and what's your name?? i don't think we've ever met... i'm suna! she smiled once more, and then offered the woman a hand. That was how you greeted people at parties, right?

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Trinity, Nascha

[Tsan'lo]

Oh naga damn it, could the little lord decide what he wanted?! Oh. He was offering her food. Probably food that was poisoned or tampered with some herb that would instantly make her fall asleep and then cause the lordling to finally drag her along and... So after a quick while of internal ranting and general hate she proceeded to shake her head, muttering under her breath. "I'm not hungry." With that, she returned to sharpening her blades as she wished for the lordling to leave her alone.

Of course he wouldn't.

He introduced himself and all that jazz similar as he sat himself next to her, beginning to eat. She just looked at him for a while with her eyebrows furrowed before returning her attention to the swords and by extension looking at anyone else. There weren't that many interesting looking people around, to be fair. Just some girl with red hair and stuff.

Eric and all others

[Trinity]

Trinity continued to look at the food, but it was only when she heard another voice from nearby, mention something about wondering about a stray goat, that Trinity turned her attention at last to the Taguel, and apparently, said character's friend. She was not pleased to discover that the chance of feasting on some variety of meat was slim, and made mention about how she disliked carrots. Trinity tilted her head to see the lady next to the Taguel. "Miss. To be fair, it could be possible that this is surplus. Then again, I'm woefully unawares of the agricultural situation here. 'Tis not related to my trade," Trinity shrugged. Regardless, she tried to keep a positive expression.

Soon enough the Taguel introduced herself as Suna, and namedropped the other girl - someone called Nascha. Neither names rung any bells. As Suna extended a hand for what Trinity could only assume was for a handshake, the Crimson Witch gratefully accepted and returned it firmly. "Nice to meet you miss Suna. I am just Trinity. A wanderer." she said, briefly introducing herself but still keeping up her smile. "I am here to see if there's anything interesting that would happen at a festive occasion such as this. I am just a thrill-seeker." Trinity continued.

She kept her eye on both Suna and Nascha, awaiting their reactions, wondering if they had ever heard of the stories of the Crimson Witch. It would be rather awkward if they did, but judging by how they just casually talked to her, it would seem far more likely that they did not recognize her. That was both a relief and a disappointment.

(Nascha and suna pokpok)

[Nascha]

"That's fair, I suppose," Nascha said to the blonde woman. "I wouldn't know anything about it either. I can feed myself just fine without farming or buying from farmers, so I have no knowledge of it." Surplus, huh? Nascha still wondered if surplus was something to be squandered, but it wasn't really her concern. As for Suna...

Oh. Oops. That got a rather visible shudder out of Suna. She definitely remembered that little incident, then. Of course she would. Nascha doubted that it was the sort of thing people forgot. She certainly couldn't forget the one time something far larger and more terrifying than herself appeared before her. ...Ignoring the fact that a few centuries of her life had been leading up to that moment and she completely froze up when the time came. No one had to know about that. She was a big, scary dragon and perfectly content staying that way.

Slightly more surprising was that Suna remembered her name. She nodded when the rabbit girl said it, then turned her attention to the other woman. "Nice to meet you," She said, when the woman introduced herself as Trinity. "Thrill-seeker, huh? I doubt you'll find much of that here. I certainly can't provide without causing a mass panic. I've...been trying to avoid that." She looked between the two of them, deciding that this was a good point to answer Suna's question. "I guess I'm just here to interact with people more. I'm a bit of a wanderer as well, but I've got a bit of direction now. And that requires me to be around people a lot more than I'm used to. It's kind of strange for me."

Trinity suna

[Ariel]

"The best spy isn't whoever can sneak around enemy territory escaping danger with skill and daring courage. The best spy whoever gets our enemies to tell us what they're up to." --Grimleal High Priestess Ariel, on Espionage. It felt strange, being around this many people who had reasons to want Ariel dead. She finds herself in Ylissian territory, in the mansion of a nobleman who very well might have his eyes on the title of Exalt and sworn thorn in Plegia's side. And that's not even considering her own countries royal contingent, their seal absent on their outfits but the manner of acting all to obvious. Were she at all expecting danger, the Grimleal Priestess would have declined. It would, however, have ruined what little standing she had in continental affairs...and trying to launch an offensive whilst the Queen was absent was in such poor taste she wouldn't even entertain the notion. And so, here she was. To the young woman's credit, she too has discarded the trappings and seals of her sacred office, instead opting for a soft white dress that carried the slightest hint of purple hue, with black leggings and a blue greatcoat completing her simple yet tasteful wardrobe. She also carried her staff, but as a healer by trade, Ariel couldn't just let people just die if they choked on something. Well, she could, especially if it was one of the Queen's men. She wouldn't stoop so low as to cause any harm, though...

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[Eric]

Though the girl may not have realized it, her face went through several different transformations, the first of surprise quickly followed by one that looked akin to irritation mixed with skepticism. She peered at the food for a moment before shaking her head and stating she wasn't hungry. Not hungry? As if he'd buy that. She was cold, but it seemed like this was just a natural reaction to people in general. If she really didn't want to talk to him she probably would have moved or if she didn't really want to be here she'd leave. If she hadn't wanted to come along with him she could have resisted. In the end, what happened and her attitude weren't matching.

"Oooohhhh, you mean you're on a diet." He verbally poked all the while feigning understanding, "I really don't get why that's a thing, starving yourself. Seems like a form of masochism to me. Not like you need to diet in the first place, you're nothing but skin and bone." He insinuated she didn't have much substance... and wasn't that the truth. He managed to twist a corner of his mouth up into a jabbing smirk as he took a piece of roast beef from her plate. "Oh well, more for me." He popped it into his mouth and started munching on it. "Good thing you're 'dieting', this stuff is delicious."

Tag: Tsan'lo

[Tsan'lo]

Her eyebrows furrowed more and more with each sentence the Naga damn lord spouted from his mongoloid mouth. By the end of it her eyebrows were so furrowed it seemed like she had just closed her eyes and nothing else. She felt like a vein had just popped in her head as she grabbed her two swords tighter, moving the bronze one as she smacked away the plate the lordling had, her iron one now pointing at his throat as she snarled rather loudly, probably gathering some attention. Hopefully she would get thrown out so she could be able to get out.

"You swine. Close your hog for one second so I can explain to you WHY you should have kept it shut all the way trough. I am not dieting. I never needed it unlike you bloody lordlings who have to keep up some sort of an image. I bet your MOTHER was on a diet when she was pregnant with you because she thought she could get rid of such a waste of your father's seed by drowning you in healthy food. AND as a second hand note you bastard I'm more feminine than anyone in this bloody castle and you should just go and shove that delicious steak up your shiny lordly bunghole! I'd also like to point out that your father was a swine, and your mother was taken by force by Gangrel the Mad king."

She practically fumed once she finished her speech, breathing heavily. Hngh.

Eric

[Eric]

At first he was stunned, and this lasted for a good moment as neither of them spoke. Out of the blue Eric started laughing. Perhaps it was one of the few times he'd done so recently, but he just couldn't help it. This girl was vastly more interesting than anyone else he'd talked to in a long time! He'd just been chewed out by a complete stranger! He knew it shouldn't have been funny and perhaps should have been insulted by it, but he couldn't even act like it had hurt even a little, even with a sword pointed at his throat.

"I'm sorry. I'd expected an outburst, but I hadn't expected quite that." He took in a breath, exhaling his smile away. "However, that's probably the most you've said to me all evening. I thought perhaps you were above talking to someone like me." He shrugged not paying the sword any mind, leaning back on the wall in the absence of anything else to be doing. "Still, Gangrel the Mad King, I'll have to keep that one in mind." If anything, he did seem a little more pleased that she'd responded with more than a word if not at all.

[Tsan'lo]

"You were not expecting me to answer to your simple insults with my own? My, you lordlings are even dumber than I've always thought. Were you dropped on your head by your mother when you were young? Oh, how could I make such a mistake as you spending any time with your mother when she was too busy just offering herself in the streets. Was it your father, or was he too busy drinking himself into the gutter due to all the shame he got from such a runt like you being born from his already weak seed, hmm? Maybe you were just born this stupid and you never got out of it, you swine."

She kept her sword pointed at him for a while before drawing it away, still glaring daggers at him as she then decided to take a form of petty revenge by using her feet to kick the food plate of the man away before he could try and salvage what was left. She took joy at her little revenge, even if it was more petty than her figure.

Eric

[Eric]

"Well, I hadn't expected it to have been worth so many words, a sword drawn to my throat, and insults hurled at me for saying you look like you're in good shape without excess body fat to hinder you. Albeit, eating regularly might do you some good rather than skipping meals." He shrugged. She kicked the plate away though it wasn't like he was about to try to eat the scraps like a dog. Still, the encounter had gone better than he had expected. He stood and gave her a small bow. Thankfully they had been in a corner away from the rest of the party, so the scene caused may not have been so big as to draw everyone's attention, but it was enough to give him enough reason to separate himself from this girl, at least for now. "I apologize for any inconvenience I've caused you, I should have worded myself better so there wasn't such a blatant misunderstanding." With that, he made for the table with the food again, hoping perhaps this time he might be able to eat what he'd picked out, leaving the plate he'd gotten for her with the girl

[Tsan'lo]

She eyed the mercy plate the lordling had left for her, staring at it for a long while before picking it up and furiously throwing it towards the man as she then returned to leaning against the wall, smoke practically floating out of her ears as she continued to sharpen the blades. All lordlings were the same, always buttering up their words and trying to get their blame onto other people. "Oh, calling you a skinny rat was not my fault, it was a compliment!" Psh, and he really was the bastard son of mad king Gangrel.

She decided then and there that she would try and avoid this lordling the best she could. She started by moving herself onto a new corner, sitting down once more as she begun to sharpen her blades again. This time she focused on it more, the blades becoming like extensions of her own body as she sharpened them.

Eric

[Oliver]

Oliver had never really been to a party before.  His village didn't exactly have much in the way of funding or connections, and while there were sometimes festivities none were ever as extravagant or inviting as this!  Of course, while he was very excited for his first party ever, he was also pretty nervous.  What was he going to do?  What was he going to wear?  Would he know anyone?

Probably not.  That's why he'd just have to make as much of an impression as he could!

Brand new feather in his hat.  Confidence turned to maximum.  Old Bess cleaned to the point of being the shiniest, fanciest mule in the entire kingdom.  To Oliver, he was all set to party hard.  To everyone else, he probably still just looked like a peasant trying to look cool.  But at least he was a properly dressed, well groomed, and enthusiastic to participate one!

When he entered the doors of the party, he had to admit he was a little bit overwhelmed.  So many people.  So much color, sound, and excitement.  So much food!  As soon as he saw that delicious spread, Oliver knew where he was heading first!  He took as much as he could, sighing in disappointment at the conspicuous lack of potatoes but glad he could at least wrangle away a lot of the rest of the options.  Was he hungry as a horse?  Heck yes, it was a really long ride over here!  But he had to look nice and proper for such a distinguished party, and so with great restraint he began slowly but surely eating.

As he ate he scoped around the room, looking for people of interest to talk to.  There was a man tearing through the entire party's potato supply, demolishing them faster than the heroes of old demolished their enemies.  There were two people about to break into a fight, pointing swords and flinging plates.  Oliver made a mental note to stay far away from that.  There were conversations happening all over the place.  Most people seemed to be here with someone already, but that's okay.  There was a lot of food Oliver would have to go through before he'd be ready to talk.  Maybe be then some more people would be available.

The slowness was torture.  This food was so good!  And yet a true hero always had to have dignity and grace, did he not?  He was going to eat his dinner like a gentleman even if it killed him.

[victorie]

Where there is Unity

Victory Lies

There would be an inarticulate yelp from down one of the tables after Tsan'lo kicked the plate away from Eric. Had they followed it, which the two most certainly had not, they would have seen the third daughter of Duke Superior with her hands in the air, her face struck in abject terror as her eyes roll up to peer at the scraps of food that have landed in her hair.

Her Beautiful. Silver. Hair.

Now, normally she wasn't that vapid but this was certainly unacceptable! She's been forced to come to this party, she's wearing a skirt as long as the border with Plegia and with enough frills to make even the most froofy of Duchess' to blush. And now- Some-SO-Some RUFFIAN has chosen today to ruin her hair! HER HAIR! The one thing she cared most about! It's over, utterly, totally over on every single conceivable level.

And then she's moving, her face a deep scarlet, her eyes narrowed and fists clenched as she *trudges* through the crowd. Her eyes roaming across the crowd with a burning sense of rage, her glare could set driftwood aflame as she searches for the originator of the kick. She can't prove anyone actually did it, but she'll hunt them down! She'll hunt them down by the name of Naga and Grima. And her little whirlwind of rage will bring her right past Eric, her back ramrod straight and the heat coming off her body absolutely scorching. Oh boy. Oh boy. She'll even shoot a glance his way, those purple eyes glaring into his very soul.

Does she know?

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The Captain could only quirk a brow at the curious yes, but said nothing else to it. She was growing accustomed to the way she was given such answers. Promptly followed with following the queen's gaze to the almighty spuds, she set her eyes upon them and stared at the fact that they apparently tasted like... well, potatoes. Excellent news. That probably meant they weren't poisoned. Rowan documented the opinion of her queen like it was a solid fact and turned her face - and subsequently, her attention - to the crowd around them.

Rowan could see why Maeve would suggest leaving the potatoes to their bleak fate. This fellow that set about to destroy each of them seemed to have either a fond love or a deep hate for the veggie, and Rowan had to blink off the sight. "Enjoy your evening, milady. I stand on eager toes to hear your final judgement on the meal presented." An affirmative nod and a light smile followed, before she went back to crowd viewing.

Rowan felt under-dressed. A simple dress of plegian blacks and purples, nothing more and nothing less - the only other feature to stand out would be the bow and quiver attached to her like glue, causing her otherwise formal outfit to appear... odd. Rowan, however, absolutely refused to part with it at any given time, as it was imperative to her to hr job. Damn, this girl took her job of protecting someone seriously. That someone who, in her time of distraction, had slipping away to another table. Before Rowan could finish taking in the variety of people in the crowd - none of which seemed to be her furry-eared comrade who had vanished from view - there was a yelp.

Rowan twisted her body to get a view of the sourc- oh, it was the skirt of skirts, now dirtied. The blonde couldn't bring herself to say a word as the pretty girl stood, giving off the angry heat of a geiser. Shit. Rowan did not want to be on her bad side, given how it was probably some lords' kid with enough political power to throw one's career away. "Good thing we're not in her warpath, hm?" Rowan turned to see if her queen had hea-

Ah, gone, yet still there - just at another table. She let out a bemused sigh and stood there, watching the young woman and the crowd about her picking at the food. Some things never changed.

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