gold
familiar Familiarkirjava, rusty-spotted cat
played by OOC Nameashnirai
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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Post by kasimir burovski on Apr 16, 2022 8:26:32 GMT -7
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"really," kasimir says, earnest and true. "your grip, your stance, your comfort with the dagger — you look like a natural." and she really does, with the fluid way she wields it, even if directed at his face. he wonders if she has ever picked up a bladed weapon before, despite ( or perhaps because of? ) the many times he has asked her if she wanted to learn in the past.[break][break]
the lesson, it seems, is over before it has really begun, but kasimir is simply happy that farah had relented for even a moment. the first step into carrying a dagger ( or other weapon ) around for self-defence? he hopes so.[break][break]
"thank you," he says of the food, taking it with a grateful smile. the little boy within him that grew up hungry in tartarus forging for scraps thinks any food is to be appreciated; the man that boy grew into, who now has food aplenty to eat, takes one sip and looks to farah, eyes wide and impressed. "this is amazing!" he says enthusiastically. the flavour is perfect, the vegetables just right despite the distractions, but what makes the soup so good is something kasimir cannot define, cannot quite pinpoint. it spreads within him like a soft golden warmth, and not simply because of the temperature.[break][break]
he tilts his head. a favour? "of course," he says easily. "what is it you need?" perhaps it is dangerous, to agree before he knows what she will ask of him, but he considers her a friend. there is little he will not do, for his friends and his family.
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Administrator
HIGH PRIESTESS
gold
familiar Familiar
played by OOC Namestaff
aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my l
MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Apr 16, 2022 8:55:04 GMT -7
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Mixing Martial Arts
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"]  with Kasimir Burovski[attr="class","staffpara"] Kasimir's praise only makes her frown.[break][break] Farah was no natural -- at anything, really. Everything that she is: cook, leader, witch, fighter, Leviathan, are all things that she has learned and tempered over time. She is no prodigy, although she must appear that way to Kasimir, she supposes. [break][break] Thank you, he says, and she nods with raised eyebrows and a shrug. Praise for her cooking, it seems, is swallowed a little more easily. She smiles, watching him eat. Life has been busy, the past several years. It's only now that she can slow down and watch someone light up, feed the things she wants to. [break][break] Child, I never took you for a collector of strays.
[break][break][break][break] At this, her smile turns into a grin -- something scheming and curious burns beyond just her small happiness at Kasimir's delight.[break][break] Please. That's Aeris's job.
[break][break]No, Kasimir was not her charge. Kasimir was not even too close of a friend -- she liked him, sure, but Farah always held her hobbies at arm's length. Feeding strays was not the same thing then, as taking them in. [break][break] Kasimir is eager. Too eager. But Farah, too, is perhaps too used to being obeyed. [break][break] "I had a friend in Sybaris," she lies. It's spoken, however, too matter-of-factly to sound like anything but the truth. "It's been a while, though, that she disappeared..."[break][break] Her voice trails off, she takes another bite. She looks contemplative, quieter. It's not an unusual story: witch joins a coven too heartless to call home, and loses their way to it, or loses their life. [break][break] "Her name was Hailey," she finishes. The request to find her, to know what became of her, is as silent as it is obvious. [break][break] Hailey. No last name -- there are enough children of Tartarus without families for Kasimir to know the finality of a first name, the tragedy of being all too common. Farah's fingers tap at the table. She wonders how to play this, she imagines all the ways this could go.[break][break] [break][break] kasimir burovski[break] farah is currently using: no spells[break] farah is currently not hostile. |
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gold
familiar Familiarkirjava, rusty-spotted cat
played by OOC Nameashnirai
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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Post by kasimir burovski on Apr 26, 2022 8:57:22 GMT -7
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something of what kasimir says makes farah frown and he pauses in eating to look up, eyes wide. did he accidentally offend her? what does he need to apologise for? but her expression shifts into a smile, then wider grin after a moment, a hint of something calculating, a hint of something more at the edges of her lips. his shoulders relax, and he smiles back tentatively.[break][break]
maybe whatever he had said was not too terrible, then.[break][break]
of course he agrees to the favour, but now he is imminently curious to know what it is. and yet, he is both surprised and not to hear of farah's request: to know someone in sybaris who abruptly disappears is hardly an uncommon happening, to know their ending is far less common. it will likely not be an easy task to fulfil — kasimir is only recently joined, after all, and keeps himself fairly distant from his fellow covenmates — but he will do everything he can to fulfil it. it is the least he can do.[break][break]
he nods. "hailey," he repeats, to confirm. and, softer, "could you tell me about her?" both so he can have more information to search with, and an unspoken offer for a memory to be shared, a burden to be halved.
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Administrator
HIGH PRIESTESS
gold
familiar Familiar
played by OOC Namestaff
aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my l
MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Apr 29, 2022 19:35:36 GMT -7
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Mixing Martial Arts
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] with Kasimir Burovski[attr="class","staffpara"] What should really be alarming is that Kasimir's hypersensitivity to Farah's emotional state goes by entirely uncommented upon. Almost unnoticed, in fact. There's something oddly natural about it all -- who is Farah to question having her whims attended to? She is far too used to the attention of rooms of supplicant men like Kasimir to think his behavior out of the ordinary.[break][break] In other words, when Kasimir agrees to the favor, Farah has to stop herself from casting a lazy flick of the wrist and dismissing him from her apartment. [break][break] Right, Hailey.[break][break] "She's...blonde," Farah begins, a little dumbly, her head rolling to one side. Typically, this would be the point in the conversation where she'd say, figure it out for yourself and be done with it. But she's supposing Kasimir wants as much of a story as he wants a description.[break][break] And then she chuckles, at herself, for this odd and unfamiliar situation she's found herself in. In a rare moment of genuine mirth, Farah says,[break][break] "Hah, I lost track of my thoughts." Not quite an apology, no. Farah doesn't know how to make those. "Hailey was...is...a very capable witch. Stubborn. Prideful."[break][break] What is this, cold reading in reverse? Amélie quips. [break][break] True enough: Farah had no idea if what she was saying was accurate. But based on what she knew about Hailey, this was how she imagined the woman to be. [break][break]
"The kind of person you don't forget easily. I think--"[break][break] Farah's phone lights up. The text on the screen, should Kasimir chance to see it, reads plainly: REMINDER: 2AM and nothing else. In other words, highly suspicious. Farah's eyes narrow and she flips the phone. Right, she was supposed to meet Zeke today -- she had to get him on standby for the Cad takeover, after all.[break][break] "I have to go," she says. [break][break] And just like that she's up -- no apology or explanation. She's moving to put on gloves and a coat, and waves her hand at Kasimir: take the soup, she seems to say. A kind gesture, if the reason behind it wasn't the fact that she probably wouldn't use this safe house again for weeks. [break][break] She's almost out the door when suddenly she stops, pauses, walks to the kitchen and pulls Kasimir's dagger into her hand.[break][break] She gives him a crooked smile as she places it inside her bag. [break][break] kasimir burovski[break] farah has left the thread![break][break] you are encouraged to make a closing post -- please post in mod me once you'd like the thread archived.[break][break] you've received: +4 MP[break][break] [attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","spelltitle"] MINOR NPC QUEST To complete this quest, follow the instructions. Participating in minor quests is OPTIONAL. Please put the quest in your inventory like a regular item. Feel free to reply to this thread to conclude the text thread -- there will be no more staff responses[break][break] [attr="class","spellcont"] [attr="class","spellimgcont"]  [attr="class","spellbody"]
MINOR NPC QUEST: HAILEY'S COMET[break]
The name "Hailey" seems to be a Sybarite urban legend...This is a minor NPC quest, and optional to complete/progress at your own time. In order to progress this quest, ask High Priest Dmitri Wisbane about a mysterious woman named "Hailey*." This quest may have multiple parts. Reward: lore drops, possibly other rewards! *= Pan's suggestion: Do it during Silverwing for maximum effect! But if you're impatient, there's also an NPC thread...
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Delicious soup hand-cooked by the Leviathan. Can be used consumed in a pinch to upcast any one spell. One time use only.
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gold
familiar Familiarkirjava, rusty-spotted cat
played by OOC Nameashnirai
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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Post by kasimir burovski on Apr 30, 2022 0:15:35 GMT -7
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blond, capable, stubborn, prideful. the sort of witch one does not easily forget. kasimir imprints the description unto his memory — it is not a lot to go off of, but he will try his very best all the same. does sybaris keep any official records of their members, past and present? surely they would, for administrative purposes. and if not... perhaps some of the older witches may know of this 'hailey' — her peers, her colleagues, her leaders or apprentices or even enemies.[break][break]
before he can ask for more information, or perhaps offer assurance again of his dedication to the search, farah's phone lights up bright in the falling dimness of night. he glimpses an alarm in bold letters before she picks it up and angles it away: REMINDER: 2AM. he blinks. what would a civilian need to be reminded of to be done at 2am in the morning?[break][break]
but he is too polite to ask, especially when farah seems so much in a hurry to leave. "i can clean up for you," he says instead as he gets to his feet, moving to the kitchen to begin clearing away the utensils. "be careful, and stay safe."[break][break]
and he certainly does not expect it, does not expect farah to pause, to pick up the dagger he had gifted her, and to put it into her bag. kasimir stares as she shoots him a smile and leaves, continues staring even after the door has long since swung shut. a warmth spreads in his chest, one that has nothing to do with the soup he had been drinking.[break][break]
oh.
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