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Eko Domini Tsurugi Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2024 5:16 pm
When no words are spoken
and pleads are ignored When judgement has failed you
When your own heart's impaled you.... ┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ ε я ε η ☭ к y η g ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓
Magic: Fire (1), Cure (1), Scan (1), Slow (1), Protect (1), Haste (1)
Crystal Stock: Stonera (x5)
Status:
Items:
Cosmic Magic ShooterThe day had been going swimmingly. Eren was slightly buzzed, this time having the herewithall to stop drinking further, and now had a sparkling water beverage in his hands as he had walked with the crowd of people. To be honest, there really had not been much that he was interested in today. The Esthar engineering tables did not need him, nothing in UNITA required his expertise, and none of them required his in depth vocabularity and diction to try and get people to come and work or study at Esthar. Honestly, he had wandered away almost as soon as the event had started, especially after hearing that a certain Little Red was playing a recital for the people to enjoy. Eren couldn't say he knew much about music or things outside of kickboxing or engineering, but this definitely seemed like a...a good time frame, to broaden his horizons and see what the fuss was up with music specifically played by a blushing redhead. Others moved out of his way, recognizing him from the game stall brawl the night before, to which he heeded them no mind, nudging past people that he towered over and simply was bigger than. After a few minutes of walking (and maybe another beverage or two), Eren sighed as he sat at the table that he was alotted, a few UNITA servers recognizing him for his regular work in the city and nation. He coughed, fixing his clothes and realigning his beanie before taking it off. Eren did not know WHAT went over him yesterday, he just knew he was saying things that were more eloquent than a sober him was capable of saying. In fact, he shook his head, taking the beanie off and placing it in his pocket while ordering another water, not wanting to push his light buzz any further. What would Rem think if he was drunk again? His eyes darted around as he dabbed the sweat on his brow with a napkin just as applause occured, eyes darting upward to catch Rem Nipal walking on the stage. Eren turned red. She looked great. What da ******** was I thinkin', how did I get her to talk ta me? DRUNK ME, GIVE ME ANSWERS. Drunk Eren gave no reply as he looked upwards towards her, trying not to let his mouth gape as she began to play the music that burst forth from the violin like a beautiful assault on his senses. Maybe it was the sobriety talking, maybe it was just the environment, but he could not pull his eyes away from her as she continued to play and slowly cause him to be at ease. No longer thinking himself a complete idiot, he relaxed into his seat and listened to the melody that she brought to the political table. One song. Another song. Each time he applauded with an intrigued glint in his eyes, relaxing as he drank more and more water over the course of the concert. The mirth ended as the silver haired colossal p***k from last night joined her on stage. Her face told him all he needed to know. He wasn' invited was he? "Silver haired ice ice elemental baby lookin' p***k." he muttered, a few people turning towards him at the rather jarring statement as he scowled, hearing the next song that they both began to play. Eren did not like Raeka one bit, and if it was anything like last night, Raeka was here to cause more trouble than he was worth, which to Eren, was worth nothing at all. 
Guardian Force: Golem
Status: Mute
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2024 5:39 pm
 Rem Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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Status: Solemn
Rem stood. She stood while he played over her, while he spoke, while he approached. She met him there across the microphone, sea blue eyes on his. Close enough to kiss, thanks to him. She actually wondered, as he drew even closer. But no. He drew away, and she stood. Waiting.
Oh yes, she knew it. Her head tilted as the first bars drifted to the mic. Watching him. When no answer came, she stepped back, knelt down, and set her violin in its case. Even the audience out in the streets could hear the click as she fastened the case closed once more. She stood again, and returned to the mic. She grasped it in both hands, shut her eyes, took a long breath, and-
”When I have sung my songs
On the stage, on my own
When I have said my words
Wishing they would be heard~”
She loved this song. So many did. Heart and soul poured into the mic, as it had when she played alone. Her lidded eyes scanned the crowd, meeting one gaze after another. Even the cameras. Her sea blue eyes peered into each of them in turn, looking right at anyone watching her across Unita.
What if…?
”I saw you smiling at me
Was it real or just my fantasy?
You’d always be there in the corner
Of this tiny little bar~”
What if...?
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The Princess
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Eko Domini Tsurugi Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2024 5:51 pm
┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ ＫＡＬＥ Ｎ ♝ ＶＩＣＡＲＩＡ ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓
Status: With NYALE OF ALL PEOPLE Location: concert Company: Nyale Thoughts: Oh What Now?
Weapons: Hrunting ll Thunder Rose
Magic: Crystal Stock: Earth (x10)
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Kiss me good-bye, love's memory
Follow your heart and find your destiny
Won't shed a tear, for love's mortality
For you put the dream in my reality Every Day Vibes
Oh what was ever the point in having plans in his life anyways? They were always derailed by some errant crazy person that he either called family or friend, which is why Kalen normally just went with the flow of life. Like a winding river, it was what eventually led him to traversing all over the world. Just like that aforementioned river, Nyale dragged him into the crowd as she talked his ear off, an amused expression slithering onto his face as they passed by people towards the watchtower. The novelty of watching his red haired sister perform in front of hundreds of people and broadcasted by thousands was definitely not something he was opposed to, though he would certainly be in close proximity for her to grill him for being AWOL for the last few months.
It definitely did not put pep in his step. His phone had been out of signal for a great deal as he had been around the Trabian border, climbing tall mountains for his own personal and professional ponderings. Perhaps he should have told everyone that he was going to be up there...maybe. That kind of warning just did not cross over into his mind. Hope she doesn't hold it against me... His sister was very attached to him and worried often, though she, much like Nyale, would always play it up as the opposite of the fact. Nona didn't worry as much as Rem did, who actually probably worried and nagged him moreso than Nyale ever could. Biting his lip, he glanced about at the surrounding people as Nyale led the way, continuing to yammer and threaten him if he spilled a drop of fact towards her regular deviancy near or to her parents.
"Hey, hey, hey, I ain't a rat. Relax. I just know that you're the princess of peer pressure, getting sweet little Yukiko into the mix of it all." He'd definitely have to have a talk with Yukiko later about the perils of underage drinking (which Kalen had been privy to BECAUSE of the exploits of Nyale during his time in Winhill). All he could really do though was roll his eyes and shrug, just as he normally would. Nyale would do as Nyale would do, and ignoring him was near the top of that list of things she would do. Her nudging his shoulder with a playful smirk, only had him roll his eyes and make his smile return to bridges of his mouth. Alright, Nyale, you win. I owe you this. And off they went.
Onward they roamed into the depths of Eden City, the large watchtower beginning to loom overhead as more political chatter and economic chatter could be heard in the surrounding marketplace. In front of them stood a large stage, dressed and ready for the festivities with leagues of chairs and tables in front of it filling like an ampitheater. People were taking their seats, waiters and attendees with the civilians and political figureheads taking orders for drinks as they settled in. Nyale was already taking them to their seat, a few workers seeing her and Kalen and waving them to the designated spot, as Kalen recognized his sister's red hair and regular violin playing filling the air. Beautiful playing, as always, Rem devoted fully into the art of music as much as she had into the realm of politics. For years, when Kalen was singing and dancing in his youth, he would practice to some of the things that Rem would play, as well as music over the radio. He had even gotten Rem to practice dance with him, making out to be not too bad of once herself. Her performance was making him nostalgic for the simplicities of youth, even wishing that he had the stones to get up there and be in front of people again.
Sadly that wasn't the case, and worse, it seemed Rem had company.
Kalen could only suck in his breathe, looking towards Nyale with sharp eyes as her cousin came onto the stage. Her cousin, his friend...Ah hell, Raeka what are you doing... Part of this, especially after last night, made him antsy. Raeka was not playing along for the benefit of the song. Something in the air and on his face made the UNITA Prince crinkle his nose in annoyance, knowing something was up his a** metaphorically. Let alone the complete change of the song's key and emotional call and response, Raeka was trying to draw attention. That much became clear after a few exhanges of words and Eyes on Me began to be played.
What are you playing at?
The next song began to play, a sharp breathe being drawn as he recognized the song. It took him back to his adolescent days, where he and Rem had been practicing side by side. Her on the violin, he singing with a bright high tenor voice laced with natural vibrato. Many thought he was out of practice, especially after the Snack Incident had caused the resulting stage fright, but Kalen had always practiced when others weren't looking, embarassed or singing when on the road and it was just himself and Beaker. This was one of the songs that Rem and he had learned together very early on. Uneasily, he sat back and closed his eyes, trying to enjoy the music and not be too worried about his sister...she should be able to handle herself here.
Quietly, he sung to himself, his eyes remaining closed to shut out the large crowd around him that were focused on the stage, singing along with Rem in a distant form of solidarity. His voice was still high, with a little age, but had the same warmth and sweetness that it had been known for back in the day. Maybe this was just his own way of trying to not worry about her, in case Raeka wasn't going to do something absolutely embarrassing.
"My last night here for you
Same old songs just once more
My last night here with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me
Did you ever know that I had mine on you?."
Guardian Force: none Status: Silent
Spells 0
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2024 11:10 pm
Raeka Everett-Maris Status: In Play
Location: The Stage
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Raeka had been silent, vocally, as the song began. He had been fully prepared to cover the vocals of the song. It was good she knew the lyrics, not a surprise, but still a pleasant luxury. Having her fumble the words would only deepen his disappointment.
With all of that aside, he began to dance in a bit of a fair orbit from Rem. However with each verse he continued to circle the vocalist, closing in further and further until he was able to share the mic as the chorus hit.
"Darling, so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're never hurt
As if you're never down
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure?
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer."
Towards the end of the chorus he drifted away, setting her up to align with the next verse of the song. His expression had changed somewhat, softened and it seemed he was becoming more genuine in his cheshire smile. Was he getting what he wanted, was some plot in the background going through as he wished, or was he simply enjoying himself in the moment?
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Rem Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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Raeka allowed the performance to control his body, dancing in time with their combined performance. Warmth and color came to her face as he moved away and set her up for the next part of the song. The girl deftly removed the microphone from the stand.
”So let me come to you~”
She danced closer to Raeka, classical steps letting her glide across the stage near the man, though there were still a few feet between them.
”Close as I wanna be~”
A final twirl moved her even closer to the male violinist, carefully spaced to ensure he had the space required for his bow movements, but as close as she could get for the romantic sense of the song. Her sea blue eyes meeting his amethyst ones.
”Close enough for me
To feel your heart beating fast
And stay there as I whisper
How I loved your peaceful eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you?~”
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The Princess Raeka Everett-Maris & Rem Estellise La Faustina Nipal
"Darling, so share with me~"
The duo began to dance together.
"Your love if you have enough
Your tears if you're holding back
Or pain if that's what it is
How can I let you know
I'm more than the dress and the voice?
Just reach me out, then
You will know that you are not dreaming~"
Rem had ostensibly taken the lead in the dance, she would notice that Raeka could match her move for move, in perfect rhythm for her own. As his eyes bore into her, she had to glance away, but no matter what dance move she may have decided upon, Raeka was able to match her performance. Like he knew what she was going to do. Her next step, spin, hold.
"Darling, so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're never hurt
As if you're never down
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure?~"
The last two lines, Raeka discarded his violin. Float letting it gently fall to the side, and his focus on controlling it with telekinesis. It was... hard. But it would be part of the show, and he needed to only maintain it for half a minute, maybe. It was now it seemed his perfect timing began to fail, not much to notice to most but the most critical viewer. But Rem could see his focus being spread too thin.
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer~"
As the final lyrics petered out, the violin gently rapped against the ground as it landed and Raeka moved in. A romantic embrace, and Rae dipped Rem away from the crowd for a faux kiss, his just-a-moment ago held up hair falling over their faces so no one could see contact. A thought did pass through the boys mind. 'How funny would it be if it took Galbadia to unite the world.' Their moment of intimacy would only be known to them, moments later the pair stood straight, separated, and bowed together.
A beautiful song, and to most, a beautiful moment.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 5:54 am
 Lost in skies of powdered gold
xxxxxxxCaught in clouds of silver ropes
xxxxxxxxxxxxShowered by the empty hopes
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs I tumble down, falling fast to the ground
I know I'll wither, so peel away the bark
xxxxxxxxx'cause nothing grows when it is dark
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIn spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear
xxxxN y a l exxxxL a y t o s▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬⊰ ✮ ⊱▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
The song ended, and Ny was the first to stand and enthusiastically applaud the pair for their performance, with the rest of the crowd following suit. She threw out a sharp whistle for good measure amidst the cheers of the people. Despite the somber tone of the song, the romantic stylisings of Raeka and Rem clearly excited the crowd, particularly the almost-kiss at the end. It caused some mutterings as well, Ny hearing some people wondering out loud if this had been staged all along or whether the Galbadian kid really had interrupted Rem and done this all for some nefarious political purpose...
"Aw, that was perfect!" Ny chimed out loud to her friend beside her.
She certainly had been nervous that her cousin was plotting some mischief, especially from the sinister tone at the beginning and the downright dangerous way he'd been eyeing Rem, but the performance had turned out beautifully at the end. How could it not? With such a famous and pretty song. It was guaranteed to capture people's hearts. Thank the heavens...the last thing this Concert needs is more drama Ny thought, continuing to clap and watching her cousin bow in his elegant white suit. And Rem had handled the unexpected party-crasher expertly, as expected.
She glanced across at Kalen, who had been quietly singing along himself, she'd noticed. "Hey you little songbird, shall we go and see if we can find Rem backstage?" She nudged him, at least giving him more of a choice this time. She didn't know if he would want to meet up with his sister or not right now, but it seemed like a good time. She could also take the opportunity to congratulate her cousin. Briefly her thoughts turned to Salem and whether he would give Raeka hell for his stunt today, or whether he would actually be pleased by it, but then she put it out of her mind for now. Her expression turned devious again as she turned to face Kalen, amber eyes glittering.
"Also, my dearest oldest friend, I think you should take us all out for food to celebrate...!" She quipped slyly, and then batted her eyelashes at Kalen, adding in a radiant smile for good measure. After all her hard work today, the girl was starving. She would take any excuse to grab some dinner right now, and it was a bonus if she could get Kalen to pay. Plus she wanted to hear all about his exploits in Trabia the last few months!
"If Rem and Rae are free now, of course. I'm not sure what else is on the agenda..." She pondered.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 9:09 am
Everyone
Status: Musical chairs?
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━═✥═━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Watching the life performance from balcony of the rooftop of the Concert Stadium, Yukiko watched in peace as Rem began her performance live for all to see. She stood up, leaning over the balcony railing as she held up binoculars to see more clearly from her position. She had been up here all day, having not come down to eat or attempt to interact with anyone. She had lost track of time during her jog and realized after a point, she had ran till she couldn't any longer, totalling for about a good couple hours of pacing and jogging across the scaffolding on the rooftop. The rest of the time was spent writing notes, polishing and cleaning her weapons, and drinking water since that was all she had left up here. The music in of itself was nice, though perhaps not to her taste or brand of music, but what made her ears perk up was when Raeka entered the fray and began his own performance, changing a solo performance into a duet. She was taken back by the song choice, familiar with it even if she didn't care to partake in the genre. She didn't know what to make of the performance, even scowling slightly in disgust as she got a look of Raeka "kissing" Rem. She made no comment though, more so on the fence about this performance.
SPEAKING OF ON THE FENCE ABOUT THE PERFORMANCE!
Mai had been in the stands, not expecting her man to be on stage. At first, Mai was pleased, smiling with a sense of pride watching him perform and give attention to Galbadia as much as Unita was getting. That was all well and good, until she watched the ending of his performance. Her cybernetic eyes shimmered brightly, scanning Raeka and Rem as they performed this "kiss". The way Raeka positioned himself with Rem made it difficult to tell if he did actually kiss her, but this act alone was enough to boil Mai's nerves, her hands clenching against the bench she sat on as she gave her man a scowl from the audience. She wasn't happy, not in the slightest, and her grip strength was so intense that her fingers went through the wood, impaling it as she crushed the wood in her hands. Realizing she was getting angrier the longer she looked at them, she got up from her seat and left the audience in a huff, along with the mark she left behind in the bench.
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Etamara had been not one to be so shown up so willingly, and with so many live musical performances going on, she would not stand to be left out of a single one if she could help it! The young sorceress was eager to prove her worthiness and skills, intending on showing her talents as a musician in full swing. While the stigma of sorceresses were bad, she cared little about that, and prioritized what she loved the most, performing. And today was a performance where all eyes could be on her! She couldn't let it slip by!
Out of some tact, she did let the two out on stage give their bows and receive the praises of the crowd, but once she saw them turning towards the stage exit, the both of them would begin to hear the mesmerizing music of her instrument and voice as it echoed across the stadium, amplified by her own sorcery and power. As silence from the crowd washed over the stadium, Etamara was pleased, smiling to the two approaching her direction while she walked towards them, her massive instrument floating around her along with the bow that played against the strings, drums, and a violin of her own. Her voice was like a siren, calling out to all of the audience around her as the song began.
"Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay
Conversing with a young lass, who seemed to be in pain
Saying William, when you go, I fear you will never return again
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold."
As her song began, her body began to have this ethereal aura around her, musical notes and mana sparking to life around her as the both of them could visibly see these notes playing in the air around her, growing more intense with the effects as the music continued. Unless someone stopped her, she would continue her performance with glee. The musical aura around her began building as both Raeka and Rem saw her walk past them, the both of them able to feel this strange beat and rhythm to her tune, as if it was a heartbeat that they both were in sync with.
"Tsitsho Leng"
"Selphie Tilmitt-Kinneas"
"Varitas Durentis"
"Tori Hayahiko Yuura"
"Babel"
"Yukiko"
"Mai"
"Xaris Zeigmus"
"Koyuki"
"Etamara Vilisantra"
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Ellise Belmont Vice Captain
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Eko Domini Tsurugi Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 9:43 am
When no words are spoken
and pleads are ignored When judgement has failed you
When your own heart's impaled you.... ┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ ε я ε η ☭ к y η g ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓
Magic: Fire (1), Cure (1), Scan (1), Slow (1), Protect (1), Haste (1)
Crystal Stock: Stonera (x5)
Status:
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Cosmic Magic ShooterDespite the intrusion, Eren relaxed only slightly as his eyes returned back to the red head violinist before him. He didn't know what it was, he couldn't help it. Rem's focus and passion for her craft was something admirable, and part of him could feel the intent behind everything that she played out into the world, trying to convey the song's message as well as her own, even with the errant additions from Raeka. His hands unclenched, slowly coming to rest on the table in the third row that he had decided to reside in while the performance continued. They were both very well dressed, Eren looking over their finer attire carefully. Probably hand made, tailor made actually, specifically for them. Each were well crafted, articulate, and truly accentuated the features of each of the violinists on the stage. The thought made Eren slowly look down towards his 'nice' clothing. The brand itself was a name brand, expensive, but it was obvious that he wore it alot. It was thinning in parts, frayed, and well...it was an older set that he had purchased. The Kyng man had no custom clothing like the two on the stage, himself having purchased the clothes that he wore two years ago when Rem and he had first met. In fact, he did not have many good things. Decent money was to be made as a SeeD, but Eren...had to save what he could. Kyng Industries... Well, let's just say that when his parents had died, there had not been much, or rather no, inheritance for him. He got something much more debilitating in return. His love for finer things, fashion specifically, was a vice he could not afford to pursue often. All the money he had went into other things, and the most he had was what he wore or could fit into a suitcase. Looking at his more worn out clothing made him shift uncomfortable, crossing his arms while returning back to the performance. I'm working on it... His regular thought when it crossed hsi mind, to try and dissuade the self conciousness he felt. Perhaps that was partially why he was ambivalent towards Galbadians at best, cold at worst. This concert of Rememberance was only making him remember the short end of the stick that he drew. In comparison to many around him, despite his skills, he was a street rat in terms of fiscal well being. The song then shifted to one that he knew, and he forced himself to focus and listen. Her voice was...wonderful really. Eren's arms remained crossed but he couldn't stop himself from leaning in as the music flourished again, the duet beign surprisingly nice to listen to vs the ending of the last one. While he wasn't a music head, he knew this one. Everyone knew this one. It brought him back to the war, when his parents and he lived in one of the small rooms in the then, Nebulous City. His father sung it to his mother, their smiles never fading even as they went from a nice lifestyle in Esthar to a small room on a rebel city. To be fair, Eren had not cared either then. He was young and he had his parents, the fiscal weight that came with the loss of family and business was not something that would dwell or even burgeon onto the mind of a youth, or at least it shouldn't. This song at least helped his mood. It made him miss his mom and dad. It made him feel better. Honestly, after this why couldn't he just go ahead and ask Rem if she wanted to- The song ended with applause as they went for a faux-kiss, but Eren had no ideas about the hidden secrecies of show business. He couldn't tell that they were or weren't kissing. It killed whatever thoughts he had started conjuring up and only left him with a slowly turning red face, his hands clenched into fists as his arms tensed. What was I even thinking? He didn't even know if she was with anyone or not, and he certainly was leagues beneath a President's daughter. Or the kid of the Everett Sorceress and Maris. He was just a semi-capable SeeD that was in the right place at the right time to be useful. "I gotta stop pretendin' I'm somethin' I'm not... He stood abruptly amongst the cheers and applause and shuffled over to a local stand that sold drinks, forgetting his hat at the table. He towered over most others, but he didn't care if he was seen or not and not even bothered with hiding his crimson expression. Who was I foolin'? Dreamin' too damn big again, Eren. You're a dude with a speech impediment and a gratin' voice, not Prince Charmin'. Golem's colors were a gentle purple, trying to assuage whatever it was he was feeling. A drink entered his hand and he did not turn, only moving aside as others came for their drinks, facing away from the stage. Remembering was for suckers.
Guardian Force: Golem
Status: Mute
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 10:28 am
┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ ＫＡＬＥ Ｎ ♝ ＶＩＣＡＲＩＡ ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓
Status: With NYALE OF ALL PEOPLE Location: concert Company: Nyale Thoughts: Oh What Now?
Weapons: Hrunting ll Thunder Rose
Magic: Crystal Stock: Earth (x10)
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Follow your heart and find your destiny
Won't shed a tear, for love's mortality
For you put the dream in my reality Every Day Vibes
Kalen stopped singing right as the two on stage had, as if they had all three practiced it many times before. His eyes closed, hearing the applause and partially imagining he was up there receiving the voracious reception for the performance that was just given. It felt nice, but only just that. Of course he knew that the 'kiss' was all subterfuge, a magicians slight of hand with the usage of that long a** hair Raeka had, but it still made him roll his eyes regardlessly at the cheese level. They were already well received, it was just cheap overkill to grab that low hanging fruit in his own opinion (the CORRECT opinion, mind you). Others were talking about the romantic hints and persuasions of the performance, and that made Kalen roll his eyes even further. Did they not hear the need for a sharper crescendo in the third measure of the chorus? Totally gonna give Rem s**t over this later. He laughed internally, standing as Nyale turned and professed her admiration for the act that had just gone.
It was nice enough, he would give it that. It felt marred slightly by the distorting of the song prior, to which Kalen was still suspicious of Raeka's ulterior motives there. The sorcerer WAS his friend, but too often did Raeka do some things that Kalen found no reason in and nor would he try and be able to suade Raeka otherwise. I just want this day to go off without a hitch. Was he asking a whole lot of this crew and these people that had all congregated into one spot? Probably. But to Kalen, it was wishful thinking that he for once hoped would pan out into his favor. Perhaps it will all turn out ok- "Wait, you heard me?!" His voice turned into a near squeak at the realization of what Nyale had said, turning gaunt at the thought that despite the distraction of a concert, his voice still was able to be auditory.
"Idon'tknowwhatyou'retalkingabout."
Yeah that would do, outright denial and perhaps, eventual gaslighting to make sure it was scrubbed from thought. He huffed and drank the rest of the drink before him, accepting the nudge that Nyale gave without return fire as he looked around, others slowly shifting out of the way and moving onward. Nyale's suggestion wasn't unwarranted, receiving a sharp and slow Kalen nod as he reached into his pocket and opened his phone. Oh s**t... "It...makes sense to go do that now, I guess...considering she called me more than three times this afternoon..." He put his teeth together and gave Nyale a look that clearly said
"oopsie daisy" He motioned with his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her in the direction of backstage. The people allowing people in brightened immediately at the sight of Kalen and waved him in, whispering "Welcome back!" with his response of a smile and thumbs up.
It was rambunctious backstage, people walking around and moving things, requesting light placements, etc. Essentially what his mother had been doing the night before as he had arrived fully in UNITA. Kalen looked around for Rem and Raeka as Nyale spoke, asking about...food. Of course. Of course, this silver haired gremlin would be asking him to take her out for dinner.
"What do I look like, a bank? A food bank?" "I thought you were a successful author?"“THAT DOES NOT ANSWER MY QUESTION. What, you think you can bat your eyes and get your way with me?”"Yes. Would you rather be beaten up and robbed? Because don't tempt me!”“I’m not dating you. I’m not married to you. Yet here I am expected to do these things. What the hell am I getting out of this.”"Let's say, the continued use of your kneecaps?"“Ah, divorce the proverbial busting of the kneecaps.””.....””.....” “Why yes dear. I will totally pay for dinner.”
Their conversation had gotten exponentially louder, others looking and giggling at the two as they bantered back and forth. Some whispering and heads turning at the divine comedy before them. Hopefully they'd bump into Rem and Raeka sooner rather than later.
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Eko Domini Tsurugi Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 7:23 pm
Rem Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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Status: Wondering
Raeka drew her in. Unita had seen Rem play. Sing. Speak. Never dance. She carried herself with elegant, practiced steps, circling the sorcerer as he circled her in turn. Her dress shimmered and fanned when she spun. The more they moved, the closer her cheeks came to matching her hair. But her eyes were on him. Bright. Intense.
Closer.
Rem’s eyes searched his. His stare egged her on. Why not?
Closer.
Too close! She looked away at last. But the music was in her.
Step, spin, and…
Into his arms. His empty arms, as his violin floated away, playing itself!
Her gaze snapped back to Raeka.
He twisted, and she caught his shoulders in her hands and her leg wrapped around his as he brought her down ‘til her hair brushed the stage! A dip! Applause washed over the stage and them.
Raeka could feel her trembling. His face was a hair’s breadth away. Close enough to…
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Raeka and Rem passed by the new Galbadian sorceress. Already moving on to another tune. Rem passed by in silence, her cheeks red and her gaze straight ahead. Into the wings, and then ‘round back into the deeper reaches of the building where equipment and personnel hustled and bustled about.
”If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask,” she said as they approached the dressing rooms. She stopped outside of one marked #4 and turned to face Raeka, holding her violin case in front of her.
And she waited.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 7:51 pm
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╰-------------╳-------------╯ The Collector {Status}- "How Cute, UNITA."
{Location}-
{Limit State}- Dormant
{Mood}- Relaxed.
{OOC}: Let's Got!
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The sounds of footsteps rang across the rooftops, the sound almost bragadocious by nature. Each one made the exact same sound in the exact same cadence, a rythm that was offputting not just because of the environment, but due to the fact it never wavered. The footsteps continued, somewhat hidden by the sounds of music and applause that were emanating from the concert below the upper levels of the buildings. People were getting refreshments, chatting, as the guard changed and new performers joined the stage to create more sounds of life, specifically the new Galbadian Sorceress making her appearance known. Whether it was intentional or not, the individual approaching Yukiko's prone form did not care what that Sorceress did, nor her master.
In fact, he didn't care about much at all.
CLICK. CLACK.
Well kept dress shoes struck the ground, creating the auditory nuisance, carefully maneuvering around the buildings different pitfalls to move from one section to the next. Said black shoes gave way to the finest silk pants and suit combination, giving allure and an obvious sensation of prestige to the individual wearing them. It covered a large frame, obviously bereft with muscle fiber that filled the form of the suit, not too big but certainly not as lean as anyone like Kalen or Yukiko's Uncle. The man approaching her was a unit of a man, face hidden behind a myriage of lengthy black hair that only showed hints of the eyes under the cascading shade of hair. Cold, unreadable, but they were alive with an odd frenetic energy that would make many shiver. There was no hint of any reason why the man was here, his vision not even focusing on Yukiko.
It gave the air of a man who felt he was untouchable, and had the means to back it up. The cold tapestry of his face was wrought with a curious chesire cat grin, the eyes absorbing the scene but seeming to absolutely ignore Yukiko as he came to the ledge of the roof and looked downward at the scene below. "Hrm." The smile continued to grow as he looked around at the rooftops that he had come from, giving no hint if he had been walking along the tops for a minute or if he had just gotten up here by happenstance. Two tonphans lay on his waist, on each side glinting in the sunlight, his own eyes narrowing at the bright sun as he gazed around the entirety of UNITA, letting loose a low and aloof whistle.
"Ah, UNITA, so this is what your Eden City is like, eh?" A low, baritone voice came out of the handsome frame, rumbling while a hand entered his pocket and pulled out a pocket watch, checking it for the time. "Not the worst thing I've ever seen...though I've seen better." His vision suddenly shot towards Yukiko, encapturing her in his intense stare. There was no overall sense of animosity, rather, a sense of indifference and leisure. There was no fear from him over the height, but a rather lilting vibe that might set some at ease or others in a total state of uncomfort.
"Wouldn't you agree, Miss Rieko?"
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'Yesterday I died; tomorrow's bleeding
Fall into your sunlight
The future's open wide beyond believing
To know why hope dies'
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Eko Domini Tsurugi Vice Captain
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Ellise Belmont Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 8:24 pm
 Yukiko Rieko ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━═✥═━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ The sudden appearance of the sorceress of Galbadia caught Yukiko's attemtion/ Her voice was something to behold, and even though she was all the way up top on the roof of the stadium, she could feell the vibrations of the sorceress playing in her chest. The way her bow played across the instrument created this warmth in her that she was surprised by. Was she feeling... mesmerized? She had to admit, she did look pretty and... not bad looking. Didn't look to be much different in age from her either.
WAIT WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?!
She shook her head, snaapping out of her stupor over the sorceress, no longer gawking at her as she turned her head and nearly jerked out of her spot when she took notice of the man next to her. Instinctively her hand placed against the butt end of her gun, her eyes showing she was startled but relaxed eventually soon afterwards once she realized he ignored her presence, at least initially until he addressed her while the performance was going on. Her eyes gave a confused expression at first, uncertain of who this man was, but clearly he was aware of her. Maybe she shouldn't have been surprised by that, but that still caught her off guard nonetheless.
It took her a second to give him an answer, more so to get that rattling feeling out her mind and giving him a proper answer. "I would say there is always somewhere better. I also think that depends on the kind of thing you like to look at, every single day for the rest of your life." She said, giving him an incredibly mature answer for someone her age, but that shouldn't be a surprise with who her mother was and by extension her brother's family.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 8:57 pm
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╰-------------╳-------------╯ The Collector {Status}- "How Cute, UNITA."
{Location}-
{Limit State}- Dormant
{Mood}- Relaxed.
{OOC}: Let's Got!
◣◥ ◤◢ ◣◥ ◤◢ ◣◥ ◤◢ ◣◥ ◤◢ ◣◥ ◤◢ ◣◥ ◤◣◥ ◤◢ ◣◥ ◤◢ ◣◥ ◤◢ ◣◥ ◤◢ ◣◥ ◤◢ ◣◥ ◤ "Bwahahahaha!"
Her response brought a short, sharp bark of a laugh from the gentleman aside her, his smile turned into a snide grin. His eyes looked at her weapons, not even bothered by the muscle memory attempt to grasp them, almost inviting for her but perhaps that was just her misreading the look on his face. Some might have tensed up at the quick resort to near violence, but his piercing gaze showed no fight or flight, or even worry that she would have shot him if he had surprised her in the proper fashion. It felt like his gaze was trying to eat her very presence, an overpowering atmosphere accompanying him, his head shaking accentuating the laughter that had preceded it.
"What would a child who has seen so little of this world, know about what is better. About what is good?" He questioned out loud, not even bothered if Yukiko had tried to respond, "Good is good. s**t is s**t. It all varies in shades of those things. I guess I shouldn't expect much from someone so...young. Or rather, so inexperienced." His head bowed, perhaps with an air of condescention if she so wished to read into it, never taking his eyes off her not even once. "My apologies. Perhaps that was a bit too inteprid for someone such as yourself, I know you're certainly still reeling from the prior night's...activities." There was no way this man would know that Yukiko had been drinking the night before, so it was easy to assume what he was alluding to.
"My condolences. I guess...the pressures of the job finally got to her. Such a...pity. But I'm SURE that Trabia will be able to recovery swiftly and restore their so valuable honor after such an incident." Even as he straightened, his gaze looked her over as if evaluating before shrugging, turning and looking onward as the music continued to play. "Everyone is just one step away from cracking nowadays, it seems." The smile he had was vanished, the distant side of his mouth slightly curled upward out of Yukiko's sight. "Surely, noone would look at YOU any different for the...unsightly actions of your Headmistress, I'm sorry, your mother. All the respect to her."
If there was any to be had.
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'Yesterday I died; tomorrow's bleeding
Fall into your sunlight
The future's open wide beyond believing
To know why hope dies'
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Eko Domini Tsurugi Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 10:35 pm
Raeka Everett-Maris Status: Angry, but less so.
Location: Backstage.
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The man may not always be the brightest bulb, but his powers of perception were something he always strived to keep in excellence. She trembled in his arms, her eyes meeting his gave her away, even her breathing. It was more than simply fatigue from their performance. He wondered but for a moment, could he, should he? How much would it take to add Rem as a notch on his belt. The prim proper princess getting with galbadian garbage. Almost poetic. Despite the intrusive thought, he resisted. He did care for Mai, even if in his anger he had been neglectful as of late.
It was only a errant thought.
Heading off stage, Raeka spared Etamara a knowing look. "You're gonna be trouble." He said in passing, sounding kinda approving of her. After, Rae walked Rem back to the dressing rooms, he had taken his violin before he left the stage, and would return it to it's case before he left. His eyes narrowed on her slightly after she said all he had to do was ask. "Actually, my dear, by Unita standards I am a second class citizen." He began, "You never even knew I tried."
Raeka took Rem's hand, and with a smile he reached into his jacket. He took a small holographic projector out and put it in her hand. It was a recording of some of the atrocities Galbadian's had to endure the last few years. What had happened to Mai, and a recording of one of the 'interrogations' led by Koyuki, on what seemed to be some boy who was maybe eighteen. It wasn't pleasant, and Raeka had known him before he met the fate there.
She had her high, and now it was time for him to kick the legs out from underneath and let her fall. "The Nipal family looks out after it's friends, and Galbadian's aren't listed among them." He half turned to leave, his eyes were searching for something to say. At this moment it seemed that cruelty he had been harboring simply left him, he seemed a bit deflated. Perhaps there was some regret in acting like this, but also... he thought it was necessary. "Make sure your mom sees that. If you're sensitive, don't watch it."
It was only a errant thought, right?
"Maybe next time we perform, it could be as equals, instead of me and Etamara needing to force our way." Raeka then stepped away, turning his head down. Maybe if it was a different day, he couldn't have been so compelled. He wanted to twist the knife, and the boy thought he did but now that he had it only left a pit in his stomach.
Raeka was leaving. He would find Mai. She'd make this all seem better, she always did.
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2024 4:34 am
Lost in skies of powdered gold
xxxxxxxCaught in clouds of silver ropes
xxxxxxxxxxxxShowered by the empty hopes
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs I tumble down, falling fast to the ground
I know I'll wither, so peel away the bark
xxxxxxxxx'cause nothing grows when it is dark
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIn spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear
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Kalen's indignation at being caught singing made Ny snicker, and although she was tempted to tease him further about it she decided not to poke the bear for now. She allowed Kalen to grab her by the hand and lead her backstage, giving a grateful smile and nod to the security who allowed them through. Backstage was a flurry of activity, so Ny endeavored to stay out of the way of the staff rushing around, sticking close to her friend.
Her suggestion that Kalen treat them to dinner didn't go over well at first, which she had expected. Sometimes the boy just needed some convincing when it came to participating in her bright ideas. She bandied words with him loudly, with a few good-natured threats thrown in for good measure, until he gave in and then flashed him a wicked grin. "You are a star" She cooed, squeezing his hand and already thinking about where they could go. Rem would probably know a good place. A thought suddenly sparked in her mind and she stopped. "Oh! I wonder if Yuki is here too. One more wouldn't hurt right?" She commented, letting go of Kalen's hand to clap hers together in a praying gesture. "I'll go see if she's around, I bet she's up in the rooftop area again...you go and find Rem and Rae. Oooh this is going to be so good, Kal!" Her excitement was palpable, and it was safe to say she was not thinking of the impact on poor Kalen's wallet.
With that, Ny darted for the stairs that lead up to the roof, leaving her friend to go find the others. As she made her way up she could hear the siren song of someone else now playing on the stage. Gosh, that sounds beautiful She thought, wondering who it could be. The music sent shivers through her body. It sounded almost otherworldly...
Finally she reached the top and cast her gaze around for the familiar white haired girl, only to stop and listen when she heard a sinister male voice...
"...what would a child who has seen so little of this world, know about what is better..."
"...shouldn't expect much from someone so...young...
"...everyone is just one step away from cracking..."
"...surely, noone would look at YOU any different for the...unsightly actions of your Headmistress, I'm sorry, your mother..."
A cold anger flared through Ny, and she stepped forwards into the light where the two others stood. "Think you're a big man, standing here tormenting a young lady for no reason?" She called out, drawing their attention. "It's funny, 'cause you clearly make the effort to look like a gentleman but you certainly don't behave like one" She looked him up and down, nose wrinkling in distaste.
"Yuki darling, is this bozo bothering you?" She asked loudly, approaching the dark-haired male. Her amber eyes fixed on him with a steely look and she came to a stop directly in front of him, mere centimeters away. The atmosphere was tense, and she could sense the stranger's malicious aura. Ny's own aura began to glow, a hot white light illuminating her form, with her wings flaring behind her.
"How about you take your fancy suit and get lost?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2024 3:09 pm
Rem Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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A hand caught the hem of Raeka’s jacket.
When he turned, Rem’s face was cast in the blue glow of the handheld projector. Images raced by at enhanced speed. Explosions. An injured girl- the very one from last night- in intensive care. A young man struggling for air in the grasp of Koyuki Rieko. Each one made the creases in her forehead deepen, ‘til the recordings ended. She turned that frowning stare at him.
”Why are you giving this to me?” She stepped closer.
”Why not your leader? The President of Galbadia, who has a seat at the round table with not only my mother, but with the leaders of Trabia, Centra, and Esthar.” Teamsters carrying equipment passed them by with glances and grins. The Princess and the Knave, close enough to feel the other’s breath. ”Or your mother, the top agent of the very same agency which President Briowitz led. Her head tilted at him. ”Or your father, the world-renowned Sorcerer who also worked alongside the BIE and its agents, and who knows my mother personally.”
“Are you going behind their backs?” she asked, turning a side-eye as she dangled the projector on its loop. ”Is your country so feeble it needs to beg for aid after putting on a military parade across the streets of my home?”
”Why are you giving this to me?”
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