felix vesper sanctorum [p][thread one!]

[Eric]

He hadn't heard if the girl had said anything further to him as he'd departed, he was already a little glad to be rid the unending hostility, part of it which he felt he deserved the rest a result of things beyond his control.  She was even more a handful that he'd originally thought-- she wasn't interesting so as much as contrary for the sake of it.  Unforgiving, crass, immature in more ways than one, and to top it off she had no understanding of how she was acting.  A peculiar set of traits, but hardly feminine as she'd been claiming earlier.  He suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spine, what is this terrible sense of foreboding?  With all the averse reactions his body was going through being here he would have thought some terrible evil had befallen the place and was going to awaken at the stroke of midnight... but there was no way something like that was going to happen.  Maybe someone'd placed a curse on him?  The latter was at least a very real possibility.  He should get a bishop to look him over when he got back to the capital.


There was suddenly a yelp from behind him, causing him to turn abruptly toward the ruckus.  There flat on the ground was the woman he'd seen sitting near the black swan earlier, still adorned in her... oddly cute sense of style.  He couldn't help but the corner of his mouth raise a little bit.  "Are you alright?"  he asked, reaching the side of the lady offering a hand to help her up, completely unsuspecting that she had been the source of uneasiness he'd felt just a few moments before. He glanced over to the fellow who had a similar question-- he looked like a very honest person by the look on his face. Had he been the cause of her misfortune? Surely it must have only been an accident after all, if not unfortunate for the both of them.  Upon helping the lady up, he would extend the same courtesy to the fellow.

[Drake]

THE OLD MAGE

"Damn it, where is this house?"

Drake walked around looking for the address of the house for the annual event, it was not common for Drake to attend such events like this. He really had no idea what types of festivity took place; so he could use this as a social experiment. They also mentioned food on the invite, and since he was low on cash this was a chance to get his fill up on food. He heard his stomach growl as he walked down the stone dirt path. He looked around and noticed a young couple walking too a house that looked lively, by their appearance they looked like guest who were also going to the event. They approached the house a lovely house, it was really well kept. It was a big house so Drake was confused on how he almost missed it.

He walked towards the front door of the house, he heard live music and the voices of people cheering and celebrating. He noticed the invention had a set time of the start of the event, and he was late really late. He then pressed open the door, seeing a few faces that he had seen before. Walking past without saying hello, Drake heeded to the food table because right now Drakes only agenda was to make it to the food table so he can get something to eat socializing can some second. He can always say hello when he gets back to traveling.

Once stacking his plate with food, he looked to see an old man with a young and beautiful daughter and two vibrate twins. Who appeared to not want to leave each others side; the people of the room gossiped about them. The gossip was not really hurtful things, but it was somewhat not relevant to the event and festivity of the room. Drake brushed it off and decided to watch what events where going to take place.

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[veri]

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The partygoers were mingling, potatoes were being devoured, dresses were being ruined, and all in all, everyone seemed to be getting along just fine. This party had been a long standing formula - but it still worked, despite its age. Despite the unrest in the world, despite everyone's varying backrounds, it remained a yearly place for everyone to shed their biases and their nervousness and simply relax over some nice, wholesome food. Or, that's what it was supposed to be. The illusion shattered when a maid - dressed in a generic looking outfit and even managing to carry a plate with her, burst into the room, from the very doors that Lord Wrys disappeared into after the end of his speech. It gave her a position where everyone could see her, at least, even if she did make quite a racket with those doors. That said, she also seemed just a tad bit too upset at the moment to care about not interrupting the guests' conversations. It seemed to take the maid a moment to collect herself enough to even consider speaking, and her first spluttering attempts were somewhat pitiful. "Lord Wrys- He-" Then, it seemed like she gathered her strength. "He's DEAD! Lord Wrys is - h-he's been MURDERED!" She shrieked, her words resounding across the room in some great show of architectural acoustics. If that didn't get someone's attention, nothing would. welcome. looks like someone met their end.

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[Trinity]

Before Trinity could hear an answer from Nascha regarding the great Meat Scavenger Hunt, during the festivities, a maid in the middle of her duties (apparently) burst out of the room that the Lord of the house retreated to after his speech. She looked to be in a panic at first, which immediately clued Trinity in to what had just happened, and her first reaction was to smirk, even before the maid spoke. Most were still mingling but Trinity had a feeling they would be quick to shut their mouths once the maid spoke. And after a few moments of her gathering her strength and resolve, she shrieked that - you guessed it - the Lord Wrys had been murdered. Trinity grinned.

"How terrible! A murder during such a festival! And t'was not even by my hand!" Trinity casually yelled, shrugging. "Calm yourselves, friends! Sorcery may have been the cause of this terrible event. Then again, I would have figured it out by now. Has anybody strange bypassed the guard, any of you wonderful folk know?" Trinity questioned, taking the opportunity to find an empty chair and literally stand on it. Now this was exciting. She would leap on the chance to stir something up.

"A murder mystery! May some of us see the scene of this ruefully heinous crime?! Mayhaps some of us can figure out what or who caused it?! And then, of course, we exact the appropriate punishment on such a criminal... Or criminals!" Trinity called out towards the maid who had just shrieked the alarm. Then she turned and called out towards Suna. "Now, my tall-eared friend, this is exactly the thrill I was looking for!"

[Oliver]

Oliver nodded and grinned as Eric helped him up, only to nearly fall over yet again from the sudden bit of bad news. Holy crap, a murder? Here, of all places? And to such a kind and gracious host? The boy's jaw dropped in a mixture of shock, fear, and disgust as he slowly got himself back onto his feet.

Immediately the boy turned to Eric once more, a fiery determination lighting up in his eyes. "That lady's right. We gotta get to the bottom of this," he remarked, a tiny bit of fear and worry quivering through his voice even as he tried to play the role of the cool, determined hero. "C'mon, whoever did this can't be too far. We gotta move while there's still time!"

Unless grabbed in mid-run, Oliver pretty much prepared to speed off right then and there.  He had to solve this crime before anyone else got hurt, and every second he spent dawdling around would be another second in which the murderer could strike again.  Who would be next?  The Lord's children?  One of the other guests?  The chef!?  It was a risk he just couldn't take.

He was so unnerved by the event he didn't even remember his previous fall.  The corn spilling off of his shoulder as he sprinted off didn't exactly paint the image of a gallant hero, did it?

[Cyrus]

He should have expected a reaction, considering how he had just appeared out of nowhere. Secretly he had hoped to just pluck the feather off the boy’s hat, since it was just sitting on top of the hat like that, like it had beckoned at him to tug at it. When the boy yelped, he let go, yet it seemed the force of the two moving away from each other had dislodged the feather. It sagged a little, and with just a little more force, it was likely to come off easily.


Before he could even have a nice conversation between himself and the boy, there was a ruckus from where the argument had started. Apparently that angry woman had been closer than he thought, because he watched in shock as a gloved fist knocked the poor lad right off his feet. That lady had a lot of power in her to make him drop like that.

And as he fell, the feather finally loosened enough to fly into the air, floating down slowly enough for the mercenary to snatch it up. Maybe he should keep it; he didn’t think the boy would miss it very much, considering the bigger issues he was dealing with. Those food stains all over that cape didn’t look like they’d be washed out easily. He glanced over the new arrivals, recognizing them as the people who had been creating a ruckus in another part of the hall. Well there go his chances of avoiding trouble.

Deciding to stick around, he wanted to see how things turned out. His gaze turning to Eric, he was about to make a comment about the lover’s spat he had seen earlier when a shaky voice was heard from above the chatter of the crowds.

…What?

Someone had died, just like that? Confusion washed over him, and he only frowned as some blonde lady stood atop a chair trying to calm the crowds. Her speech was…rather odd. Nervous conversations broke out in various parts of the room as Cyrus grew increasingly uncomfortable. He wanted to leave, now. Others didn't seem to have the same type of common sense. This kid in front of him being one, wanting to throw himself into the investigation.

“Hey kid…it’d be better to let other people handle it.” Those were his few words of wisdom, but he doubted that it would affect anything. That determined look on Oliver's face suggested so.

Oliver Eric

[Ariel]

"Murdered?" That was very bad - maybe not for her specifically, but for someone. Of course, the Grimleal Priestess is hardly stranger to assassination attempts...the only reason Ariel could think of to try and use such a public event to stage such a slaying was if there were multiple targets. Likely all high-value targets, and likely willing to fling accusations back and forth while the real killer had the leisure of taking his (or her, Ariel conceded) time to single them out, one by one. It would be all too easy to split people up and take them out individually. Someone would have to be the voice of reason here, and in this sea of abject insanity, her voice would hopefully suffice. Raising her right arm, the young Valkyrie sends two quick pulses of magic through her staff, the light drawing those in league with her to its source, along with anyone else who noticed it. If they were all willing to follow her, great. If not... well, she'd cross that when she gets to it, Ariel supposes. As each person approaches her, she'll stare them in the eyes and ask one question: "Did you have anything to do with this?" Behind her steely gaze is a soft, almost apologetic warmth - she doesn't want to make people mad at her, she just wants to hear them say it. For her own conscious, if nothing else.

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[Tsan'lo]

She was just about to head towards the man before one word ringed trough the while mansion. Murdered, murdered, murdered. The man who was hosting this whole party has been murdered in cold blood. Or well, maybe not in cold blood but in warm blood. Who knows. She proceeded to quickly draw her two swords as she dashed trough the balcony and out into the main room, still holding the two swords ready. It was a bit of an odd sight, definitely. Mostly she just kept them up and ready so that she wouldn't have to unsteath them later on.

People were already gathering, trying to find out the culprit from among themselves. She decided to not and try to mingle with others. That would just distract her from her main goal; stay alive and just try to kill the murderer as soon as she could. If she managed to kill him, she could get a reward. And considering how charitable the lord had been, he surely must have educated whichever of those two sons he had was his heir about being charitable. Maybe she could actually get a whole new sword from this deal too. So there she stood, her swords drawn and ready as she kept her ears waiting for any potential clues or orders from the lordlings.

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[Dao]

He felt his lips quirk upwards at the mention of something that would normally chilled people who had never seen human blood be shed. Really, it wasn't so much of him having a sort of vendetta against the man. If anything, the only opinion he had at the moment was that he should have seen such an outcome happening. Who cares if it was supposed to be a festival that was declared to be them showing off the harvest. Leaving the doors open to people like him was a rather bad decision.

On the other hand, the murder also had the fortunate side effect of dragging he woman who had been on his case away from him. Letting himself breathe behind the mask, the tenseness on his shoulders ebbing away slightly, Dao also once more readjusted the belt that carried both of his swords. This way, he'd be able to unsheathe either with either of his hands in a fluid motion to make sure that he wouldn't be caught flat footed if swords were drawn. Much as he also wanted to draw them right now, the masked feroxi also knew full well that brandishing his weapons around might get him under scrutinising eyes of the populace even more so.

He'd lay low for the time being. Keep to the shadows and just let the others deal with it. If the opportunity arose to capture the individual however then Dao wouldn't have any qualms of acting on it. From the time he had spent as a bandit, he was bound to pick up a few things. One of them was that secrets, provided they mattered enough, would be worth quite a lot in his line of business.

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Rowan had resigned herself to casually keeping watch over the partygoers from her vantage point of the food tables when it happened. The mood shifted as the maid entered, and the guard had no idea of what was to happen next - not until the shriek of murder most foul. Panic mode.

The blonde's shoulders tensed as the crowd reacted, and she immediately went to finding the two people that mattered - Maeve and Suna. As she whirred in place to refind her royal majesty, a red-clad maiden stood upon a chair shouting theatrics about the murder itself and stating as to how it was a mystery and how exciting it would be to blah blah blah who the hell did she think she was? This was already a tense time in place; Rowan's mind was going down multiple avenues of thought when he vision lingered on the red one and she saw who she spoke to next - god dammit.

"suna, to me, now!" Authoritarian, loud, and demanding in every aspect - she could feel guilty about potentially bossing the poor taguel around later, this was serious business. Now that she had called out to Suna herself, her priority was on the queen. Trained eyes scanned the room and crowds for wherever she could have gone off to - with any luck, Maeve would find her way back to her instead of turning the situation into an even bigger disaster.

Yet something persisted and bugged her mind - a continual cycle of asking, why Lord Wrys? Who? How, and when?

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we'll go down in history, This festival seemed innocent enough.. or at least it did appear to be what he was told.  In fact, he was starting to figure that this festival was just not for him.  The weird food, the weird dress, the weird area... everything was just plain weird to him.  If this is what Ylisse really was, then perhaps it wasn't something that would interest him. That was, until his attention came from the opposite corner of the ballroom.  He sighted something was amiss from the way the maid burst into the room, before her big announcement.  The host of the party, the festival.. was dead?  This was actually a bit interesting.  The first time he went to one of these things, and it may just been the last.   Rani stuffed a pastry into his mouth, and pushed through the crowd, seeing if he could both get closer and not look suspicious.  Afterall, he had nothing to do with anything.  He only just got here.  Something like that.. right?

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[Aurelia]

some coincidences are deliberate

I'm not late, no you must have the wrong person >_>;;;;;

Oh no. Oh no. OH. NO. Aurelia was late. Late late late. Suuuuper late, and it was entirely her fault, but she didn't have any idea how to get into fancy court dresses. "Stupid, stupid stupid dress. How are you even supposed to ride properly in these things?" The long simple white dress she was in, did not allow her to ride normally, and she'd had to ride side-saddle and it was just awful, she definitely disliked that. Still, she hoped she hadn't missed out on too much, she walked forward confidently into the entrance.

"I'm not too late am... I?" Aurelia paused, her vision scanning the room. Something was off in the air. This certainly wasn't a party from the way things were going that was for sure. But... what exactly had happened? "Uhmmmmm..." She gave a shrug and then walked towards a small knot of people, only to watch some poor kid get knocked right off his feet. "Okay, now I'm really wishing I brought my regular outfit to this thing! A better party at any rate." Before she could get any questions in about what all the ruckus was about, some girl started shouting bloody murder.

Well... shouting about bloody murder. Hrm. Well, she was definitely feeling she should be wearing her normal gear. There was definitely a foul feeling in the air. "'Take some time off,' she says. 'It'll be a good chance to meet new people,' she says. 'You're going to go in my stead and represent me,' she says." Aurelia sighed. "I have a feeling this isn't going to be fun at all..."

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[suna]

i'll be glad to be with someone.

When the doors slammed open, Suna yelped, wincing loudly and looking towards the creator of the awful sound. Even worse was when she shrieked her words, and the taguel's first reaction was to press her ears to her head, in a weak attempt to make the sound less painful.

Damn her sensitive hearing.

Recognition of the words came after - someone had been murdered?? ...Murdered?? Grima be damned, Suna hadn't expected this - she barely had any experience with death at all! But now she was at a party where someone had been murdered and - who was it? Who was Lord Wrys? It couldn't be... that nice looking old man that rambled for an eternity, could it...? Not the host of the show. Tears welled up in Suna's eyes, and she desperately looked to Trinity, who...

Seemed perfectly fucking okay with this. In fact, she was grinning like she caught a canary, and wasted no time in bursting out, loudly (god, Suna's poor ears), how terrible it was for there to be a murder. Now, Suna was not always the most attentive, or the most thoughtful, or the best at reading others, but the way that it was said... it didn't sound like Trinity thought it was a terrible thing at all. In fact, she sounded like she was making fun of the situation, and Suna furrowed her brow at her. Not even by her own hand? What was that supposed to mean?? And... oh, the rest. Suna was struck dumb by it, struck dumb by the situation - someone had just been killed, alright? What she wanted to do was run.

Trinity directed another statement at the maid, and then turned back to her, looking down upon the taguel and saying - Now, my tall-eared friend, this is exactly the thrill I was looking for!

...Just who the fuck was Suna about to go on an adventure on? When Suna said she wanted meat, she didn't want someone to die. And what kind of person was amused by this? What kind of person sought out this kind of thrill? wh... she began, but then she fell silent- just at a loss. She didn't understand it. It was overwhelming, and Suna was actually starting to just want to curl up and cry somewhere when Rowan interrupted her once more. suna, to me, now! The words were sharp, loud, and authoritative, and Suna jumped. God, didn't anyone know that she was horrible with loud sounds? There wasn't any helping it now, with the chaos that the news brought. Suna turn to find Rowan, and bolted to her side with little more than a pathetic whine, sniffling even as she tried to wipe away her tears.

She felt like a huge baby.

How was she supposed to help out Maeve like this? s-sorry, she mumbled to Rowan, though the words were likely lost in the general panic. Despite herself, she cast a forlorn gaze in the direction of Trinity and Nascha - maybe they'd understand that she had things to do, even though she didn't say goodbye. (And even if Trinity was acting very questionably, it wasn't like Suna wanted to throw her to the wolves, especially in a place where someone just got killed!) It was a momentary glance, and then the taguel turned her back on them, busying herself with looking for Maeve.

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[cassius]

“ GIMMIE THE BOOTY I WANT THE BOOTY ”

Cassius had not paid attention to the strange stares, the whispers, and the steadily widening gap between him and some nearby party-goers. But he didn't care. He had his potatoes and he was going to eat them, damn it. 

But the alarming announcement of Lord Wrys' murder had managed to halt his primal feeding habit, his hands and fingers losing power as he dropped a potato on the ground--if no one was looking, he would have totally picked it up and eaten it off the floor.

His thoughts went haywire. Murder? Lord Wrys is dead? Potatoes? Who killed him? How did someone kill him? Potatoes. Did no one see? Was it any of the party-goers? Potatoes! Why would anyone kill him? Would there be another festival next year with potatoes? He had too many questions and no answers and as he wiped the potato bits off his face, he felt as if the room was zooming out, focusing in on the maid as the sides of his vision watered and stretched back.

There was a dread that had descended upon them like a morning fog. Thick, damp and heavy, he could feel it weigh down against his violently beating heart. A kill on the battlefield was a murder in itself, but those were done out of an official necessity. This death was  different. This death was a waste and for all he knew, the murderer was still in the house.

Cassius felt a wetness glide down his cheek.

He liked the old man. He really did. 

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[victorie]

Where there is Unity

Victory Lies

Victorie groaned once more as she clapmed her eyes shut and took the fall for just a moment, the young noble letting out another disgruntled sigh before she pushes herself up into a sitting position and then takes the hand offered to her. She would send an apologetic glance with a wispy smile to the one she had clocked with her velvet fist of blind justice before she rubs the back of her head. She was even more of a mess now! Tails of her skirt torn, the right side of her face smeared with potato (Cassius please) and a nice old red spot on her forehead. "Quite. Alright." She'll reply sternly, pulling her hand back and putting on a simply bothered face as she rubbed her forehead and let her hand rest on her hip. Maybe this would finally be a good time for her to make her grand escape, ditch the skirt and make her way back towards Plegia.

And then there's the cry, which causes the woman blink several times and then make her furrow her brow. I- N... No! You're kidding right? Because this hadn't already been the perfect party already now the Duke was dead?! Normally, she would have asked if it was just old age, beacuse, well, the Duke wasn't exactly the most spry of the bunch. But the immediate calls to action and the swelling panic within the hall put the Pegasus Knight on edge as she turned a bit into one of the groups, gritting her teeth and shooting looks left and right.

A Pegasus Knight without a pegasus and armed only with the frills and bows of her skirt to be clear.

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