felix vesper sanctorum [p][thread one!]

[suna]

i'll be glad to be with someone.

Suna had to admit a professed ignorance about agriculture - though there were some taguel that farmed, most simply hunted and cooked food that way, and Suna had absolutely no experience with any of it, far more taken with examining tomes and trying (and failing) to make magic-imbued weapons. She smiled a bit and then said - i guess none of us know!! Really, she still hoped there was meat stashed around someplace. And then she'd have to smuggle it away from Nascha and make sure she didn't do anything weird and terrifying, like melting the table it was on.

oh, but, nice to meet you! Suna said, brightly, chiming in around the same time as Nascha. Then, she waited for the dragon to finish her words before she continued. Yeah, um... yeah. Nascha. Please do not try to contribute to the thrills tonight. Suna had enough to worry about without worrying about a scary dragon. i guess we're all wande- Wait no! That wasn't right, she had a job to do. ...oh, um, not anymore, sort of! but i used to wander. i met nascha when i was... er... Another wince. Okay, actually, she didn't really want to talk about this. Wow. ...wandering. she finished her statement, pulling one of her ears down to fidget with, and then looked at Trinity.

Suna was completely ignorant to the matter of Trinity's identity - though if you said 'crimson witch' to her, she'd find some vague familiarity in the name, that was as far as it went. Suna had no issues with being friends with Trinity, and ignorant of the woman's... er... misdemeanors... she actually found her less terrifying than Nascha. But that thrillseeking... Suna eyed her company for a moment before speaking up. i, um, i beg to differ! there's some nice thrills here! she nodded sagely. there's so many wines over there, i've never seen so many in one place! and usually they don't let me touch them, either. and - well, i was going to explore, maybe that could be thrilling too? the hosts seem so nice also! and i get to meet new people, and see people i thought i'd never see again! In truth, Suna was upselling how interesting these things could be, but anything to stop the possibility of Trinity asking Nascha to transform for the 'thrill' of it. Anything.

Suddenly, though, a great idea occured to Suna, and she struck her open palm with her fist. we should all go on a hunt for the meat! with three of us, we'll find it faster! She was not going to settle for carrots.

text

Trinity, Nascha

[Dao]

There was a horrifyingly small amount of things that could tear away at Dao's focus from the food at the moment. After he had gone off to deliver the other plate to his friendly, that smug bastard was making it that much more difficult to want to protect him…not that the young man ever wanted to, really. Still, that was something else to worry about that he was pointedly ignoring. Espionage, or information gathering, or whatever it was that the men called it, Dao was certainly not in his field of expertise. He was a fighter, a swordsman! He was meant to be on the field or some covert mission that required a lot of fighting. Not…this frivolous frills and fluttery filigree kind of event. Whatever petty squabbles the people around him weren't even that important in his opinion. 

Again, it might be a good thing to reiterate, but Dao was very proficient when it came to ignoring the world. Just because he was good at noticing things didn't mean he couldn't just ignore them outright. And so, with the porcelain mask slightly shifted upward in order to allow some kind of space to exist between his mouth and the mask, Dao finally managed to get some quality food in his stomach. It wasn't the greatest kind of food, that being meat of course, but it certainly beat the ragtag lizard and the occasional bear that he had grown a slight fondness for eating. As his teeth tore through the goods, the vegetables and bread in his mouth being ripped to shreds, the young man certainly could admit that it was a really good dinner.

Filing himself a bit more, the weight on his plate decreasing at an astounding amount, the black clothed bandit bodyguard found himself wondering around the place. Going from table to table to look at a few things, and even the very outlay of the building. He also gave some of those looks towards the person he was supposedly guarding to make sure his excuse was still ready, but the bastard didn't even look like he was trying anymore. "Just what kind of information can you get from talking with girls anyway?" Were the words that were spoken in his thoughts.

In some distant aspect of the Universe, deities groaned.

Dao also found himself stepping in some ind of weird fabric. It felt like a rag of sorts…a really wide and frilly, and fancy looking rag. It was still a rag to him though, never mind the fact that it was attached to the outfit of someone else who seemed to be fuming, so the mercenary certainly had no qualms of stepping all over it and dirtying the edges with the grime that his boots had accumulated. It was just clothing anyway. And again, the deities groaned. Continuing his way towards one of the available balconies to get some fresh air, and maybe take his mask off for a bit, Dao found his pace to be quite sedate. Not that he really had a problem with that at the moment.

And damn, just how much food did he pick up in the first place?

[Cyrus]

More and more guests were arriving, and the hall was getting even more lively. The food tables had become congested with people, so there was less room to grab more food. His now empty plate in hand, he tossed it onto a table somewhere, leaving it behind for someone to take care of. There were probably servants or hired help somewhere. Cyrus could hear the squealing of court ladies greeting one another, or complimenting each other on their finery. As much as he thought they were pretty, he had a feeling they’d try to get him thrown out if he tried talking. Despite this risk, as he passed by several young women, he tossed them a grin. Catching his gaze, and after briefly glancing over his clothes, they turned away with disdain. Oh well.

In other areas of the room, there seemed to be a little argument. Dishes were tossed into the air, food being spilt over the floor. It seemed that someone had been standing too close, and he saw a young lady storm towards a man, obviously fuming over having food stuck in her hair. Making a mental note to try and avoid getting in the middle of such a confrontation, he looked in the other direction, plate still in hand.

His eyes caught sight of a feather bobbing in the air. Connected to the rest of it was a young boy, excited about something, yet trying so hard to keep himself under control. A smirk crossed the man’s features as he walked toward the boy clad in red. Coming up from behind, he tugged at the feather, attempting to dislodge the hat from the boy’s head. “Nice accessory. You enjoying the party, kid?”

Oliver

[Trinity]

"No, Miss Suna, I suppose we do not know where the mythical meat is," Trinity quipped in a joking but orherwise jovial manner. It seemed as if neither of them knew her true nature after all. Then again, if rhey met again under less favourable circumstances, then they could be surprised to see the seemingly nice lady from rhe party actually being crazy. The taguel couldn't stop taking glances at the other girl, Nascha. She didn't seem too bad, but maybe there was something she hid beneath that demeanor. It really didn't help her case when Suna began to try and justify other activities as being perfectly thrilling for the occasion.

Interestingly enough, Suna had let slip that before a certain incident, they had been wanderers as well, but given the opportunity to be apart of something seemingly larger. Trinity nodded solemnly to the fact, but had still solely believed she needed to be paid handsomely to be serving under somebody.

"I... I shall take your word for it. Though I may have to hear it from the lady's mouth herself, miss Nascha. It certainly CAN be a thrilling experience to meet new people, after all, I had been alone for the longest time." Trinity continued, as she thought vaguely about other things for a moment. Her thoughts were interrupted by Suna suggesting they go on a hunt for some meat. As much as Trinity didn't mind the lack of meat around she guessed she could humour the pretty cute animal-lady.

"A hunt for some meat? Well, I suppose I have nothing better to do, I will join you then. How about you, miss Nascha?"

[Oliver]

Oh dear, that was one angry lady. Oliver could barely take his eyes off of the fight about to ensue, as if he was staring into a carriage crash just waiting to happen.  Was this really proper party conduct?

. . . Well, maybe it was, considering the other angry lady had hurled a plate full of food in her general direction.  Not like that was something most people would just take without saying something.  Either way, the boy would've very much considered scooting his way to  a safer, less fight-y part of the party if he wasn't so curious and concerned about what was going to go on.  Maybe he'd try and intervene if things got any worse.

He let out a tiny yelp of surprise as he suddenly felt pressure on his hat feather.  Was he being grabbed?  Was somebody going to throw him into the foodfight?  Because this was a brand new cape, and he was not getting it ruined at such a prestigious event!  He squirmed a little in discomfort before craning his neck up, trying to see just who it was lurking behind him.

It was . . . nobody he knew!  Well, of course it wasn't.  He didn't know anyone here.  But the guy seemed friendly enough, and some nice, cordial socializing would be a very welcome change from the endless warfare breaking out across the room.  He smiled pleasantly at the new arrival, almost oblivious to the fact that his feather was getting plucked out.  Probably because the goof stuck it a little bit too tightly in his hat: big feathers had big stems, after all.

"You bet!  Little concerned about all the fighting going on over there, though.  This usually happen?

Oh!  Almost forgot.  Name's Oliver, hero-in-training!  What's your name, mister?"

Cyrus

[Valeria]

She was going to kill him. If Valeria has her way, Ylisse will be minus one Steward by the end of the night. Seriously. Of all people to send to something like this, why her? Wasn't it obvious that she was clearly the one person least suited to go to such an event? Or did Matthias simply want her to suffer for some reason? Valeria was so out of her element it wasn't even funny, and literally, the first thing she wanted to do when she arrived was find a hole to hide in somewhere until she could leave without offending anyone. Just...ugh.

The ironic part in all of this was that Valeria actually looked quite nice when she cleaned up. Of course, that didn't make her feel any less awkward and out out of place, nor was she any less tempted to just rip the damn thing off and storm out of this whole thing in her underwear. Thankfully, she would have to be really drunk to actually do that, so that probably wasn't going to happen. That said, the best that Valeria could hope to do was try not to look like she'd rather have her arms bitten off by a rabid Taguel than be here. It would be easier said than done, though.

Maybe there's some food she could eat. There we go. Free food is always nice. It's good to think positively. Maybe this won't be totally unbearable. Oh, who was she kidding? Of course it will be. At the point, the only thing she had to look forward to is the wrath that she will rain down upon Matthias for putting her through this hell. The only good that came from this was how happy it made her father. That man had a field day picking out a dress for her. You'd have thought it was his birthday with how brightly he lit up when she asked for his opinion. Sure, he at least had the decency to pick something that looked good on her...but still. How are people supposed to move around in these things? Thank the Gods that she talked him out of making her wear heels.

[Tsan'lo]

She was getting enough of all this stuffy air, she honestly was. There were too many people getting too close, even if she had holed herself up in a nice corner. So she stood herself up, steathing her swords as she then begun to head anywhere that was not the corner she was in previously. She noticed that the little lordling swine was seemingly in some sort of trouble, earning a little smirk from the swordmasters face before she continued her walk.

She reached something akin to a balcony. Or well, whatever it was the main point was that there was only one person there. Someone that in a way made her back tingle. She didn't know who it was. The mask on his features was the main reason, but his height and stature... No, it didn't matter. Whoever it was, he wouldn't be important. She passed the person, completely ignoring him as she then drew some air into her lungs before sitting down into a meditative possition.

Dao

[Dao]

Breathing was an action that many had long since taken for granted. Stuck with a mask in a bastion of people though, breathing was certainly an aspect that was difficult to do. Besides, Dao had been aiming for to get himself some fresh air already, doing good on his little promise for himself was just par his own attitude. With the mask still slanted a bit, the young man's vision was skewed equally so. It wasn't so much a problem, certainly not when he had done it for the food that was easily dwindling away on his plate, as it was a circumstance that he acknowledged happening. Tearing through the bread once more, tasting the sweet butter that lined the edges of its crust, Dao could only quietly mull its faint tastiness.

Thus, appearing by the balcony of sorts, the young man had found himself placing the porcelain plate back down on the railing and took in a deep breath to fill in his lungs. It was quieter, calmer, and certainly far far away from majority of the opportunistic gaze of the animals that littered the insides of that room. He felt more at ease here, away from the people that have been plotting and scheming their way into the lives of those who had power. He shook his head, and Dao had certainly just been about to take off the mask in order to allow himself a more satisfactory moment to just stop when he heard foot steps.

Weak, shallow, soft as they were, it was enough to have the Feroxi Bandit reaffix the plain white porcelain mask over his face in its rightful position. The foot steps didn't stop and they continued on further to the edge of the space that had been allotted for this particular section of the living space. From his position, and his gut feeling, the person whose back had been exposed to him was familiar.

Not because of how it looked on the surface but more so because it looked familiar to a recent battle he had found himself in. All it really needed was a long slanted scar on it and it'd be a perfect match. Dao shook his head again. Looks like staying in that stuffy banquet room did a worse number on him than he had initially thought.

[Tsan'lo]

The person was someone she HAD to have seen somewhere. She still felt the tingling of the scar in her back as her eyes scanned the man from the distance the two had. She felt slightly uncomfortable as she closed her eyes once more, continuing her little meditation. She couldn't focus at all. She opened her eyes once more as she then stood up, now openly looking at the masked man as she tried to read him. It was rather hard considering his mask was on, she couldn't try and read what he was thinking by reading his expressions.

Her scar was tingling more and more as she kept herself ready to draw her swords at any moment. Her brows furrowed under her band as she took a few steps closer. And then another few. A feeew more. She was now almost right in front of him as she showed no fear, still eyeing the person up and down before speaking rather calmly. "Take your mask off. Now. I need to make sure of something."

Anyone would consider a young girl staring at you and asking you then to remove your mask to be rather strange. She knew this very well, and she was hoping this would not at all bite her in the butt.

Dao

[Dao]

Though the other party may have had the obstacle of a mask to face, the young feroxi didn't have such a constraint. Though his field of vision was just hindered in the slightest due to the shape and size of the eye slits, he could still see quite a lot through them. When the girl that had seemed so familiar had turned around to face him, Dao had almost immediately recognised her. Impactful scenarios spread across his thoughts and easily enough did he disregard them. The events of that evening mattered very little to him as that village had not carried with it any outstanding fighters to best.

And though he would have normally unsheathed the blades that were hidden within the confines of his draped clothing, the bandit had to keep up the charade of his being a bodyguard. Being a bodyguard also meant that he couldn't go around attacking things that weren't openly displaying a sort of threat to the person he was supposed to be protecting---nor anyone who sent that kind of intent at him. Uncomfortably so, the female began to approach him at a steadily increasing rate.

Beneath the fabric that covered majority of his body, Dao's fingers twitched in an anticipation.

Would the girl attack? Would she draw her sword at him? Any physically offensive action that meant bodily harm would have been accepted so long as Dao wasn't the first one to strike. So long as he could draw his sword, remind himself that he wasn't some kind of nobleman's lapdog. Yet he couldn't, and though the girl had asked him to remove his mask, the Feroxi male didn't.

If anything, Dao found himself raising one of his hands to touch the sides of it to better adjust it's tightness. He certainly wouldn't be showing his face here any time soon.

[Tsan'lo]

So he wasn't going to make it easy for her, huh. She started to suspect that the man was indeed the one she had thought about, considering his seemingly silent nature and the want to hide his face. Or maybe he was just some grimleal who wished to stay hidden. Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought on what to do with the person. Obviously if she tried to draw her swords she would engage in battle, and she was sure they would both be kicked out if a fight broke out. So she simply took a step back as she stared at the man.

Her hand reached out to her belt and it's little bag, drawing out something akin to a chewing herb as she then begun to chew on it for a long while before holding out another one to the man. Mayhaps being... Urgh, charitable, would get him to take off the mask so she could just confirm her fears.

Dao

[Dao]

Though Dao would not be the first to say it out loud, like in most things he did, he did feel just the slightest bit disappointed at the lack of a battle to brighten his day up. Still, it seemed like it was the better thing to happen and thus didn't make a single sound of protest when there feeling of battle had began to fade away the same way the distance between the two once more widened. To avoid more difficult situations, despite his own preference to not do so, Dao had been about to pack up his food and head on back to the ballroom in an attempt to lose the girl.

Such efforts were stopped at the sight of the female handing him some kind of…peace offering? It could have been poisonous, maybe even inherently lethal. There were quite a lot of things that could go wrong if the Feroxi actually placed the perishable good inside his system, though outright ignoring the offer would most likely have the girl suspect him even more. A twitch of his fingers and the feroxi male's gloved hand moved forward to pluck the item away from the girl's fingers.

Twisting the chewable herb between his finger tips, eyes examining it though really he had no idea what he was looking for, Dao simply curled his hand around it before pocketing the item over one of the available slots found on his current attire. A slightly awkward nod, half hidden and half exaggerated due to the mask he was wearing, and Dao's fingers found themselves gripping on the rim of his porcelain plate. It was best to make a strategic retreat right about now, and with his body already beginning to turn, Dao began the process of extracting himself from such a precarious scenario.

[Ranieri]

[newclass=.ico]width:100px;height:100px;border-radius:100px;background-color:#242424;color:#bebebe;transition:0.5s;opacity:0;[/newclass]
[newclass=.ico:hover]opacity:1;[/newclass]

[attr="class","ico"] the lil'est Robin Hood HOVER

▶

we'll go down in history, He had only heard rumors of some sort of festival that went on near the border, in Ylisse, but never really gave them much thought. Afterall, the idea of a lord offering gifts to anyone seemed farfetched. However, in his walk across the border, he started hearing the rumors again and again as he neared the supposed lordship. It became more and more curious for the young forest-dweller, to the point that he found himself overlooking the estate, the night that the festival was supposedly starting. Rani crouched on an upper branch watching the front entrance, as people from different backgrounds walked through. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason, it was literally everyone and their mother. Perhaps the rumors were correct. Perhaps... His stomach growling made his mind for him, and he jumped down from branch to branch, before landing on the dirt. Sighing, he pulled his hood back to reveal blonde hair, and did his best to make himself look somewhat presentable. Putting his bow away (reluctantly), he joined the crowd and walked through the gates, half expecting a guard to stop him. No one did. Before he knew it, Rani found himself in a large hall.. truly a 'Great' Hall, and almost immediately went for a beeline to the food. He tried to stay cautious, not bringing attention to himself by grabbing everything he could, and instead decided to sample what was incredibly weird looking food. Rani never put this much finesse in his cooking, his food was all about survival and edible nutrients. This... this looked so Ylisse. Having grabbed a plateful, Rani turned to the hall, watching the festivities unfold and the different people mingle. It was.. unusual to say the least. Nothing he was used to seeing. And to be honest, it made him curious. He had to stay and watch.

NETTE OF GS

[victorie]

Where there is Unity

Victory Lies

Victorie wheeled, her eyes narrowed as she could just sense the guilt! She knew it was him! Something deep down inside her knew it had to be true, and this turned into a pit of flaming passionate rage as she put one arm out as if to grab him! Or punch him, or possibly even backhand him. "You! Stop!" She'll cry out as she steps forward to complete the movement. But! Sadly, this attack will all go awry when someone trudges over the back of her skirt, causing Victorie to turn as she takes her stepforward, the fabric catching and the young knight going wide eyed as she stumbles and her arm flies out! "W-WAHAAA!" She'll squeal as she pin wheels her arms to try to save herself.

Only to end up throwing a fist and clocking some poor innocent bystander in the face as she goes tumbling to the ground! Well, it's really less of a tumble and more of a straight fall to the face, leaving the armored woman face down on the ground, arms wide out on either side of her and her legs sticking straight up into the air, it seems the hem of the skirt to end all skirts has been quite torn as well!

She may have learned a lesson about containing her rage here, or, if the fact she's yet to get up says anything, she might still be coping with that lesson at any moment. It's been a bit of a long week to say the least.

To say nothing of the fact she has no idea who she might have delivered the velvet gloved fist of blind justice to.

### | Eric @anyonewhowouldliketogetpunched | notes

❖ nox ❖

[Oliver]

One minute Oliver was simply chatting with his new companion and eating, the chaotic fight going on nearby fading into background noise.  The next minute, THWACK! The sound of fist colliding with flesh echoed through the halls as Oliver found himself hitting the ground like a sack of potatoes.  At least now Cyrus would be able to nab that feather, the force of Victorie's punch the final push that dislodged it from the boy's hat.

It didn't take the brains of a rocket scientist for Oliver to know his whole plate of food was about to rain down on him, either.  The boy knew as soon as he felt turnips and corn raining down on him.  And that was on his brand new cape, too!  He'd just washed that!  He squeezed his eyes shut, as if being unable to see the rest of the guests meant they wouldn't be able to see him and his embarrassment either.

Slowly he rose, hat tipped over his eyes so nobody could see the sad, somewhat wounded look in them.  The embarrassment flushing across his face was plainly visible enough, after all.  He looked around, confused and asking "What'd you have to go and do that for, miss?" It was a miss that punched him, right? Where was she, anyway?

Oh, there she was. Sprawled out on the floor!

Wait, what?