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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Apr 17, 2023 19:41:58 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","post2"] he stopped watching danya as soon as dmitri stepped forward, which really, is an amateur mistake. you don't take your eyes off your prey — deer are herd creatures, you see, so it's a little like watching the water's surface for ripples, a little like an elaborate decoy game, a little like looking for your way out of room made out of mirrors: you look away and you lose the game.[break][break] serafim's watching the alchemist, the dragon, the stretch of blue sky above. he's not thinking of danya, or really, even dmitri. he's looking at the sky and thinking about how clear, how blue, how infinite — how it cannot possibly be real, can it?[break][break] there's a stutter in his movement. the twinge of a reopened wound. for a moment, the dragon's shape blocks out the sky, mismatched eyes like glass marbles, and he's seeing for the first time in a long time, himself.[break][break] oh. is he really so…?[break][break] he's still saying, distant to his own ears, his mind captured by one loose thread of thought and the words on his tongue snagged on another thought like a fish on a hook, watching the alchemist continue to reach for the circle, "you can't be seri—"[break][break] he falls.
the falling is familiar. the landing, though, is much harsher.[break][break] he lands with a strangled gasp, winded. what breath he does drag in through his lungs leaves him again in a vicious, choking cough, enough to make him feel as though he's been kicked in the ribs. [break][break] axius fares only marginally better. physically, anyway. he's smaller now, more agile, but panic seizes him more readily: he tries to latch onto the escaping alchemist, but it's a frenzied, flailing attempt that stops a second after it starts — serafim gasps something pained against the dirt of the unfamiliar floor as the voices clamor, as world continues to spin, and the dragon vanishes.[break][break] and it's still so— gods, it's so loud. voices. white noise. his own breathing, harsh, shaky.[break][break] "what th—" [break] for a moment, the sounds are familiar. for a moment, he thinks he hears julius. for a moment, he's back in the rec room and it's a late, busy evening, and they're terrorising someone for a story over a game of cards.[break][break] "—e fuck. diya?" [break] no, not him.[break][break] he forces himself to sit up before his eyes focus. and, well, even when they clear, it's difficult to pick what to look at. his lips part, as though to ask a question, but the dragon rears its head in the back of his mind and no sound escapes.[break][break] he tries again.[break][break] "sorry for interrupting," interrupted by another wince, another twinge of pain, another half-swallowed hiss. in the end, he just sounds exasperated at himself as he says, "where is… this?"[attr="class","post2tag"] Admin[attr="class","notes"] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-dragon"] de-materialised.[break] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-wand-magic-sparkles"] none. [newclass=".notes .fa-solid"]color: inherit; font-size:11px; width:18px; display:inline-block;[/newclass][newclass="nullelem"]} .user-61 .post2 s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:#808C7E;text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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Administrator
high priestess
999
gold
familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on Apr 17, 2023 19:55:48 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","staffcont"] [attr="class","staffheader"]
devil in a new dress
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] DMITRI WISBANE, PRESENT DAY.[attr="class","staffpara"]
"i can track him, you know." [break][break]
"...yeah? and then what? walk into an alley somewhere, hope she tells you where to find the rebellion? or are you going to ask sef? he doesn't know shit. he was blindfolded when you saw him." [break][break]
dmitri is staring at where the rubble was. he is smiling, annoyed, but smiling. [break][break]
she's done it. lose-lose. he goes after sef, it might lead nowhere. he kills danya here, the deal is already soured. he leaves now, it's back to square zero, and, worst case, sef turns into an actual bargaining chip. [break][break]
his back is to danya. she keeps talking. [break][break] "you want to make a deal, you have to get to the table. you want the table, you play by house rules." [break][break] he's shaking his head lightly, smiling, inches from laughing. who is the house, here, danya reed? do you know, what you're saying no to? [break][break] "...a while back, i had this group of friends," dmitri says, by way of introduction. "we had a good thing going. then, well. someone got too wise, starting playing other people's hands." [break][break] the hands get cut off, when you move like that. [break][break] maggie circles the woman once, then hovers behind her. she can see the fear, and the calm. they are overlaid ontop of eachother—a hue that she recognizes, by now, as a readiness to die. [break][break] dmitri turns around, arms in the air, shrugging. two can play the long game. and in the long game— [break][break] "—no one likes a controlling bitch, danya."
UNKNOWN, PRESENT DAY.[attr="class","staffpara"]
sef isn't in an alleyway, though. but don't worry. it's all a part of plan c. see, the plan goes: you can't win against the devil. you just have to make sure the deal is worth it, in the end. [break][break]
sef's pain would be believable, if not for the way the girl goes scrambling from him, hissing, crawling in search of safety and then running. the room turns to look at him, as diya and the sparrowhawk move a few paces back.[break][break]
"whoa, whoa, whoa. wouldn't you like to know. i'm asking questions." [break][break] there are guns drawn, pointed at him. the man steps forward, then squats, confused by sef's confusion. [break][break]
"stay down, alright?" he says. he's loud, too, so that he can be heard over the commotion. he asks diya: "isn't danya supposed to...who the hell is this?"[break][break]
"serafim, some sybarite," she says.[break][break]
"reckon we can toss him to ol'joel?"[break][break]
"acolyte, sybarite."[break][break]
a whistling noise.[break][break]
"and danya..?"[break][break]
"kept trying to pull info from him. about the leak."[break][break]
"leak...you a narc, serafim?"[break][break]
"don't think so. he knew julius."[break][break]
"kingston?" a rhetorical question. [break][break] this information seems to perplex the few that are giving him attention, but it also reveals some truths: [break][break] one, he is out numbered. two, they are somewhere inside the vale proper. three, these people are all members of the rebellion. and four, they think julius kingston is dead. [break][break] "alright serafim, you gonna play nice?" [break][break] a MAD QUEEN'S COLLAR appears in his hand.
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Apr 18, 2023 7:02:03 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","post2"] he doesn't try to go after the alchemist — diya — again. he stays on the ground, rolling over enough to prop himself up on an elbow, just enough for him to look over the room. or try to, anyway. he's still a little too focused on his breathing, a little too conscious of the way the room turns to look, too aware of how it makes his skin crawl.[break][break] like stage lights. like center stage. come on. you should be used to this.[break][break] unbidden, instinctive, his head turns to track each movement. a slow glide right, following diya and the sparrowhawk. a smooth arc, watching the light gleam off the barrels of the guns. a sharp jerk left at the unfamiliar voice.[break][break] "stay down, alright?" [break] serafim blinks. he stays down.[break][break] it's peculiar, how quickly he seems to settle. a placid, if mildly confused expression; a relaxed, if slightly strained posture. no points for believability in either direction — not a hungry lion sighting its prey, not a panicked deer backed into a corner.[break][break] the scavenger, remember? what he is, is purely contextual.[break][break] ( though: the lion has its pride, the gazelle its herd.[break][break] but the adder in the bird's nest; the adder in the hawk's talons — alone. )[break][break] he listens. he watches. he waits.[break][break] "—you a narc, serafim?" [break] maybe a no, sir, would be too pointed. he settles for a small frown, a raised brow. guess.[break][break] he doesn't get it, though. was this where danya had wanted to go? was this something she was going to ask of him? it's nagging at him now, as the room swims into greater clarity, as he tries, again, to piece together what information he has.[break][break] ( "what's the best strategy for solving a puzzle?"[break][break]
"mathematically, of course." ) [break] the arms deal. the conflict in the vale. the losing battle. the arms deal. the bloody arms deal. everyone wants something; everyone wants a gun to someone else's head.[break][break] who's this, then?[break][break] and who, really, is danya reed?
serafim smiles as the collar appears, thin, humorless. [break][break] "i'll behave," he says. "cross my heart and hope to die, et cetera."[break][break] "can i get up?"[break][break] he doesn't really expect them to believe him, anyway. part of him wants to push, to force the man's hand, to force axius, really, to stay put.[break][break] the realisation surprises him, really. he doesn't want axius to get hurt. [attr="class","post2tag"] Admin[attr="class","notes"] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-dragon"] de-materialised.[break] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-wand-magic-sparkles"] none. [newclass=".notes .fa-solid"]color: inherit; font-size:11px; width:18px; display:inline-block;[/newclass][newclass="nullelem"]} .user-61 .post2 s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:#808C7E;text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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Administrator
high priestess
999
gold
familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on Apr 18, 2023 17:28:36 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","staffcont"] [attr="class","staffheader"]
devil in a new dress
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] DMITRI WISBANE, PRESENT DAY.[attr="class","staffpara"] "damn, a mouthy little shit," spoken even while putting the collar on sef. not quite disapproving, just annoyed. [break][break]
diya rolls her eyes, agreeing. "you would not fucking believe." a marked difference from her usual quiet demeanor, for the rest of the time that serafim has known her. she seems more relaxed here.[break][break]
the man continues:[break][break]
"so, what gives. why was he attacking you?"[break][break]
"uh." [break][break] the alchemist looks at sef, suddenly apologetic, realizing she may have made a mistake. [break][break] "hmm?" [break][break] "uh, can't say." [break][break] shit. she can only hope now that serafim won't bring up the fact that dmitri wisbane had approached danya, and that there was the potential for an arms deal, now on the table. she figures if he tells them, she should be able to win believability battle, but... [break][break] "...okayyyy," the man says, clearly unimpressed. "then what should we do?" [break][break] "wait."[break][break]
"for danya's approval?" said in almost a sing-song voice, clearly mocking.[break][break]
"..." [break][break] "tch. all of you in 31 just really want to fuck her, admit it."[break][break]
"excuse me?"[break][break]
"what? it's got to be, right—mommy is—"[break][break]
"i'm gonna—"[break][break]
there are some things that don't change, after all—strands in common, everywhere, even for a tapestry as nonsensical, truncated, incomplete as serafim strix. see, things like the white orchid, things like sybaris, like hydra, even things like the vale's rebellion—they are made on the backs of powerful women—
[break] [attr="class","staffpara"]
"yeah? wanna bet on it? kill me. you'll see how well i'm liked."
[break] [attr="class","staffpara"] —and one too many children they never bore, that would die for them all the same.[break][break] as usual, with a scavenger displaced, serafim finds himself among people that don't really know what to do with him—he's missed the memo on the dress code (all black), and sticks out as an outsider, but the warehouse that the rebels occupy is too big for anyone to notice for long. [break][break] in addition, the rebellion is not nearly as organized as danya may have led serafim to believe—how could it be, after all? [break][break] there are the rebels that are in the government. there is avery albero, is he here, somewhere? there are dozens of them, scattered ideologically, personally, literally. for the night, though, they seem content to gamble, chat, discuss. [break][break] the conversations are somehow the same and yet different, from every conversation you hear in the vale. yes, everything sucks. what's new? [break][break] but here in the heart of it, these people speak with the one thing that all others have lost long ago—that there is something to be done. that they can do it, if they try. [break][break] it's capitvating. metaphorically. and well, in literal terms: the doors are guarded. but he could slip out, if he wanted... [break][break] just then, his interface clicks open, a text message whose number he doesn't need to read the numbers to know. who else? who else to give a fallen angel company, but the devil himself? [break][break] sit tight. npc thread details[attr="class","staffpara"] serafim strix [break][break] dmitri is currently: ??hostile[break] [newclass="nullelem"]} .mini-profile.user-1 .mini-prof { background-image: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/978861447377453076/978863366707757066/Screen_Shot_2022-05-24_at_8.33.25_PM.png)!important; [/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Apr 18, 2023 21:20:42 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","post2"] he stays quiet this time, though he's tempted to snort and say, yeah. i bite, too.[break][break] he doesn't, though. he said he'd behave, after all.[break][break] and behave he does — he doesn't say anything, he politely restrains the instinct to struggle when they give him a pat-down, and when diya looks at him, he just raises an eyebrow that reads, this sounds like your mess, actually.[break][break] he said behave, which, for serafim, translates to: sit still, shut up, and stay out of the way; which really, is just another way of saying, eyes open, serafim. watch your enemy close. everyone is made of the same parts in the end — you just have to know how to get to them.[break][break] it's… fascinating, actually.[break][break] some part of himself, he recognises, seems almost comforted that axius is out of the way. the dragon disagrees vehemently, of course, but there isn't anything he can do about it except toy restlessly with the collar. [break][break] so, he watches.[break][break] he's reminded a little of the lucia, actually. a little of the orphanage, too.
it'd been a normal orphanage, at first, and he had just been another kid that hadn't so much fallen through the cracks as he had been pushed — the metaphorical burlap sack and its metaphorical rocks, and the not-so-metaphorical body of water.[break][break] the first winter had been harsh; they lost one as the days grew shorter, then another before the season was over. they'd scraped by on the town's charity, their peculiar, messy little family, until strange ships and stranger men had begun to steal their fish, then their forests, then their lives. [break][break] see, the sharks always smell blood in the water, and they always, always, come calling.[break][break] and, well. god sends the floods and the devil makes a bargain, and honestly, it's all the same to the angel-child; the halo is a collar no matter its shape. [break][break] he remembers it now, the echoed sentiment among this sea of unfamiliar faces, dizzying in its volume. yeah, everything sucks. but you can do something, if you try.[break][break] the price of one, for the good of the many. martyrs always start as scapegoats, and if you're quick enough to the draw, you can pretend you had a choice.[break][break] so he had volunteered; so the orchid blooms.[break][break] and the winter takes all the same.
he's listening to a conversation that seems to go in circles, names and factions and bodies he doesn't know, when his interface lights up with a message.[break][break] sit tight. [break][break][break] he pauses en route to the guarded doors, blinks, and returns to his spot by a pillar. an old habit, mind you — he's learned to know to take cover when dmitri plans an entrance. [attr="class","post2tag"] Admin[attr="class","notes"] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-dragon"] de-materialised.[break] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-wand-magic-sparkles"] none. [newclass=".notes .fa-solid"]color: inherit; font-size:11px; width:18px; display:inline-block;[/newclass][newclass="nullelem"]} .user-61 .post2 s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:#808C7E;text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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Administrator
high priestess
999
gold
familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on Apr 23, 2023 17:09:58 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","staffcont"] [attr="class","staffheader"]
devil in a new dress
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] OUTSKIRTS, SOME MOMENTS AGO.[attr="class","staffpara"]
ten grand says serafim is very close, right now, to albero.[break][break]
yeah, no fucking way a hermetic link that large is going anywhere in the open. you hear her? "alleyway." clever.[break][break]
they took the corpse, too. and the traitor. a little obvious...[break][break]
hmmmmmmmm hm hm. why lie?[break][break]
...aw, she's getting anxious.[break][break]
dmitri finally turns to face danya, smiling. she's chattering from the cold, and really, it's unfair: it's cold. they are miles from home. and she might die, depending. [break][break]
it's frustrating—you pick the game yourself, the one you think you can win. but every game you play with the devil, you lose anyway. [break][break] "you're very good," dmitri says, appreciative, nodding, hand reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. [break][break] danya scoffs lightly, but doesn't say anything. she seems to be studying him, just as much as he is studying her. [break][break] dmitri doubts danya reed is afraid of death. but a futile one? she doesn't want that. as much as any piece on a board with no players, you wanna be used.[break][break]
so, with her hands tied, one man down, her party no longer with her, and only her life on the line, she chooses to raise instead of fold. colour him impressed. [break][break] "alright," he says. [break][break] the lighter flicks on, he takes a hit. he gestures with his head, as toughing pointing her out was proving something. [break][break] "i'm game. so tell me. what do you want?" [break][break] at that, danya smiles.[break][break]
"so we've come to an agreement," she repeats, careful not to say what the agreement is.[break][break]
but he can imagine—based on how she fought, based on how she split the difference between her and the alchemist, based on how she's acting, even now, he can tell. she's a pragmatist. and if she cannot avoid sybaris crashing onto vale's shore like another earthquake splitting the city into seams, then she will do what every valencian does, at every possible turn: take her cut. [break][break]
and he's willing, right now, to hear her out. even is he doesn't have to. even if he could kill her, wait awhile, try again, leave serafim out to dry. [break][break] but see, he's absurdly curious as to what this woman—stalwart, seemingly incorruptible—could possibly want from him. something that no one else can know. something they'll discuss on the highway roads of the city's outskirts, and nowhere else. [break][break] maggie flutters low and past danya's ear, and then high again to reach her favorite shoulder perch.[break][break]
"well, ms. reed. *we* certainly have all day," the crow says, light and coy. "but you have somewhere else to be, don't you?"
UNKNOWN, PRESENT DAY.[attr="class","staffpara"]
in otherwords, no grand entrance.[break][break]
the giant, garage doors of the warehouse open by rolling up, when you enter the right way. the evening sun goes blazing in—blocked only by the shadows that danya and dmitri cast.[break][break]
serafim is near enough that he can see it—far from whatever scene had been playing out as he had left it, dmitri and danya look like they are talking to eachother. they look...amicable?[break][break]
two guards come forward, and dmitri has to blink before he realizes they're searching him for weapons. it's been a while, since anyone has done that. [break][break]
he dutifully gives up the daggers, gun, and a strange metal cube ("it's a puzzle," he says, but they take it anyway) he has with little complaint. but his hands catch someone's wrist before they are able to pull...something out of a small looping in his belt designed to carry alchemical vials.[break][break]
"it's empty," he explains, smiling.[break][break]
it's very obviously not.[break][break]
the person looks at dmitri, dmitri does not seem to relent. there is a moment of tension, where danya gives dmitri a look. [break][break] all that, and you draw the line here? she seems to ask, before snorting.[break][break]
"forget it," she waves a hand. "the crow can stay, too." she rolls her eyes.[break][break]
the dismissal causes the person to slink back, however reluctant, and the door behind them shuts.[break][break]
"sef," maggie calls, by way of greeting, when she finally notices the alchemist by the pillar. [break][break]
"you've saved us a spot, i'm sure?" [break][break] at the poker table, obviously.
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Apr 24, 2023 22:06:39 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","post2"] huh. no grand entrance. they look friendly, even.[break][break] he's still watching from his spot by the pillar, leaning against it now — his leg hurts, like some old machine rusted and warped from disuse — and he's thinking, oddly gratified with the notion, [sybaris]so, someone signed a deal.[/sybaris][break][break] he still doesn't know exactly who danya reed is, but he's certainly got a gut feeling for what she is — too smart to die for nothing, and too valencian to be satisfied with walking away.[break][break] "hi," he calls back, and wiggles his fingers in a wave towards all three of them; the hand itself continues to thumb the outside of the collar restlessly, absently, as he has been for almost the entire duration that it's been on. somewhere in the back of his mind, axius's voice is a buzz of white noise. [break][break] [sybaris]like the ocean[/sybaris], he thinks, and then more wryly, [sybaris]like locusts.[/sybaris][break][break] as for the poker table…[break][break] …honestly, it's difficult to save a seat, so to speak, when you aren't invited to the table.[break][break] he blinks and says, without checking the poker table, "naturally."[break][break] and naturally, there isn't a seat. he continues, undeterred, to pull a chair from an adjacent table, and slide it into place, saying, "sorry, 'scuse me, sorry—"[break][break] then, a small wave of the hand, palm up, fingers half-curled towards the now-available seat. ta-da, the gesture seems to say, like he's still eighteen and fresh-faced to the lamia towers, like the biggest concern of the day is whether a meeting room is booked out.[break][break] well. he finds it amusing right now, anyway. axius is locked away, so really, what's the difference? [attr="class","post2tag"] Admin[newclass="nullelem"]} .user-61 .post2 s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:var(--sybaris);text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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999
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familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on Apr 29, 2023 8:41:20 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","staffcont"] [attr="class","staffheader"]
devil in a new dress
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] UNKNOWN, PRESENT DAY.[attr="class","staffpara"]
maggie flutters over to serafim's shoulder, something that causes dmitri to give the briefest of squints—the last time she's done that, she at least had the grace to be separated from him. now she's just fucking around, huh? [break][break]
"well, isn't that pesky," she says, about the collar. [break][break]
dmitri and danya both stare as serafim as he pulls a chair, causing the people in the adjacent table to pause their game and stare, causing maggie to fly off his shoulder and on top of the table where he creates a new seat. [break][break]
dmitri snorts, suppressing a smile. at the lamia towers, he would hardly find it funny, and the smile would be habitual at best. but there is something hilarious about this backdrop—a hundred or more rebellion forces, few of which are likely to recognize a foreign player from a far off coast, staring, thoroughly unimpressed, at the antics of what should be a prisoner. [break][break]
"thanks," dmitri says, wrinkling eyes meeting serafim's. he slides into the chair at the lack of an objection. everyone, in turn, eyes danya, who shrugs. [break][break]
(maggie, so as to ensure fairness, stays low and on the edge of the table, finding a home between dmitri's chest and the cards, which he holds low so she can see.) [break][break]
the game starts. a crowd gathers. [break][break]
danya, meanwhile, walks over to sef. [break][break]
"you surprised me, serafim," she says. it's hard to tell if she's being serious or not. "running away from the vale again."
[break][break] does he think it will be different, this time?
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on Apr 29, 2023 20:58:07 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","post2"] the key words, see, are should be. collar aside, serafim doesn't have the grace to act a prisoner — never has, really. "it's not ideal," he agrees, but there's something of a shrug ( not that he actually moves the shoulder that maggie has landed on ) even as he arranges the chairs, as if to say, [sybaris]i've had worse.[/sybaris][break][break] [sybaris]"thanks,"[/sybaris] dmitri says, and serafim, ignoring every set of eyes on him but one, says pleasantly:[break][break] "enjoy the game."[break][break] politely, automatically, he backs away again. not too far, mind you — he still wants to watch the game. his gaze is more curious than focused; he's more interested in the game that's being played off the table, rather than the one on it.[break][break] in other words, he's already looking towards danya before she speaks, almost expectant.[break][break] "not the vale, just someone who calls it home. and who knows," he says, a smile like the curve of a question-mark, resting in the corners of his eyes. "i might come back on vacation one of these days…"[break][break] a tilt of the head. it's difficult to tell whether he's talking about the collar, or the scar beneath it, still red and ragged from the hangman's noose. "…when i can hopefully not spend the first night here on the inside of a cell."[break][break] so, no, not really, he doesn't imagine this time might be too different. but leaving is always the same, really — it's about how you return, if at all. [attr="class","post2tag"] Admin[newclass="nullelem"]} .user-61 .post2 s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:var(--sybaris);text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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999
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familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on May 4, 2023 5:27:11 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","staffcont"] [attr="class","staffheader"]
devil in a new dress
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] UNKNOWN, PRESENT DAY.[attr="class","staffpara"]
"hmm," is all danya really has to say to that. what more is there to say? she pulled serafim out of a casket on a gamble. the corpse didn't bite her in the ass, just dragged with it some annoying vulture from a far-off coast. [break][break]
and now, lucky her, lucky vale rebel forces—it will be sold back for its weight in gold. [break][break]or gunpowder, same thing. [break][break]
for a while they watch. it's masterful, the game that's being played out off the board. or maybe it's too easy? [break][break]
there is some disconnect, surely, between the way dmitri seems to be an object of interest for most of the other "leaders" —serafim has identified them, subconsciously, on instinct by now—and the way danya had seemed, at first, angered by his presence. [break][break]
this, really, makes more sense. the rebellions wants arms, doesn't it?[break][break]
dmitri's table expands to include more players. when someone who looks like albero—he doesn't do public appearances, much, but there have been the occasional photographs, the occasional sketches drawn and handed out—appears, danya's scowl seems to deepen.[break][break]
with her, though, it's always hard to tell. [break][break]
eventually, the poker begins to give way to a longer talk, the players shuffle, the secondary game shifts to the one in focus. dmitri is standing over the table, talking to two other people, when he catches serafim's eye and again and nods once, an invitation.
danya looks at sef, and says: [break][break]
"goodluck, then. and if you ever see julius kingston again..." she pauses. what to say, to someone that will never be able to see his family, never be able to come back in a way that matters? sigh. she's never been good at this. "...tell him he should've shot you in head."[break][break]
she's smiling, vaguely, at her own joke.
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on May 5, 2023 22:39:18 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","post2"] danya, as usual, isn't particularly talkative, and serafim doesn't seem to mind. so, he watches. both games, mind you — the one he understands, and the one he is actually interested in. once in a while, his attention drifts back to danya, the faint shifts in her expressions offering the vaguest metric of judgement.[break][break] it's difficult to tell, certainly, but the longer the game plays on, the more he figures — it really isn't so different from what he was trained to do.[break][break] one scowls; one smiles; both say, "—should've shot you in the head."[break][break] serafim laughs.[break][break] "i'm sure i will." will what? see julius again? stare down the barrel of his rifle?[break][break] how far does gratitude stretch?[break][break] the corners of his smile falter. still, he says, "…thank you, though."[break][break] he's not sure if trading a corpse for its weight in gunpowder is, truly, anything worthwhile. but that's hardly his call to make, anyway.[break][break] seven steps between him and the poker table — he crosses them smoothly, and with each, he is memorising a face, a name, an overheard turn of phrase. then, he is two steps behind dmitri and forty-five degrees to his right, saying politely, "everything alright?"[attr="class","post2tag"] Admin[attr="class","notes"] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-dragon"] de-materialised.[break] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-wand-magic-sparkles"] none. [newclass=".notes .fa-solid"]color: inherit; font-size:11px; width:18px; display:inline-block;[/newclass][newclass="nullelem"]} .user-61 .post2 s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:#808C7E;text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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high priestess
999
gold
familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on May 6, 2023 19:42:37 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","staffcont"] [attr="class","staffheader"]
devil in a new dress
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] UNKNOWN, PRESENT DAY.[attr="class","staffpara"]
he's learned a lot in the past few games. that avery albero, the man to his right, is about as loved as he is hated, and holds the reigns of the operation only by the margins of a vote of agreement. he learns the rebels are weak, and easily outmaneuvered. and he learns, most of all, that they have incredibly similar taste when it comes to alcohol. [break][break]
"oh, fantastic," dmitri says, the smile wry, not really looking in serafim's direction.
[break][break]
"say, serafim, danya ever tell you what's going on, tonight?" [break][break]
the answer is no, of course. so avery continues: [break][break]
"this is a bit of a hub, for us, yeah?" well, obviously. it's impressive the rebels even have a hideout of this size inside the city proper. or wherever they are—serafim's brief glance to the outside was obstructed by dmitri's entrance. but he might have recognized the odd view of the skyline. they're northwest, somewhere. [break][break]
"the cavalry's raiding it, tonight," avery says. but we're prepared, is silent. "and you know, you're free to go, wouldn't keep you. deal's a deal, all that. but i heard from someone on 31, about that time in leipur..." [break][break]
so was he in leipur, at that time? when axius appeared for the first time, when danya had insisted on what treatment they could afford? everything seems to make sense, but only in retrospect. [break][break]
so it's a choice, of where he wants to be. if he stays, there's the risk of danger, of meeting with a too-familiar face, when he is already injured. if he goes...does it harm dmitri's reputation? the high priest doesn't look the slightest bit interested in the conversation. (maggie, though, is peering down at serafim, from her perch on the shoulder.) is there something else, to offer? [break][break]
"i just want to give you a last night, here. on your terms," avery says.[break][break]
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on May 6, 2023 20:46:45 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","post2"] avery albero speaks to him directly, which, in truth, surprises him.[break][break] for a moment, it shows — the tilt of the head, the flicker of the gaze interrupted, the twitch of the lips that swallow a question. it could be anything, really. [sybaris]are you talking to me? why are you telling me this?[/sybaris][break][break] "—a deal's a deal, all that—" [break] no smoke without fire, no blood without a wound, no deal without a catch. [break][break] "—but i heard from someone on 31, about that time in leipur…" [break] there it is.[break][break] they're all the same.[break][break] hm?[break][break] one wants you as bait. one wants to turn you into a knife.[break][break] it's an upgrade. see? even inside his head, he hears his voice slip sideways, almost mocking. on my terms.[break][break] he leans forward, before he thinks to stop himself — one hand resting lightly on the back of an empty chair, the other raised to the collar. his gaze flicks to the crow, then back.[break][break] "this needs to come off, then," he says lightly, the corners of his mouth curving upwards, polite. "but otherwise—"[break][break] a small shrug; the smile reaches his eyes. "—with pleasure."[attr="class","post2tag"] Admin[attr="class","notes"] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-dragon"] de-materialised.[break] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-wand-magic-sparkles"] none. [newclass=".notes .fa-solid"]color: inherit; font-size:11px; width:18px; display:inline-block;[/newclass][newclass="nullelem"]} .user-61 .post2 s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:#808C7E;text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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high priestess
999
gold
familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on May 6, 2023 21:11:59 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","staffcont"] [attr="class","staffheader"]
devil in a new dress
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] UNKNOWN, PRESENT DAY.[attr="class","staffpara"]
maggie watches the deal turn, and then turns back to dmitri, and seems to knock her head against his. [break][break]
dmitri blinks, looks over to her, and they seem to exchange some words. he looks at his watch, squinting. avery says something or the other, offers a hand to shake. [break][break]
"well," dmitri says, smiling. his eyes wrinkle, yes, but the look is, over all, apathetic. "i'll leave you two to it." [break][break]
to avery: [break][break]
"nice to finally get to know you. looking forward to it."
to sef: [break][break]
"ship leaves at 5am. i'll tell you where to meet, yeah?" [break][break]
he walks backwards for a bit, before disappearing into the crowd. he returns to danya, after a while, and the two chat for another minute, before the gate rolls back up, and dmitri leaves. [break] [break]
several hours pass, before it gets dark enough for the cavalry to make their move. [break][break]
of course, the deal is hardly what it seems. they use serafim's presence to change the terms of the fight—some groups appear to leave the warehouse earlier, to balance things out. avery says it's unrelated, but he knows, clearly, how to make the most of the pieces on the board. [break][break]
then, the warehouse gets blasted open with a canon, and everyone is somehow prepared but hardly ready, for the fight that happens next. the cavarly don't expect such resistance. they don't expect to lose. and they certainly don't expect a sea dragon, to have to deal with. [break][break]
[break] [break] at some point, in the middle of the fight: [break][break] port 43, NW-heimi, 8990. [break]
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dmitri stands there, middle of the night, too tall to be mistaken for anyone else in the crowd. the light of the lamp hardly does much—his face, if visible at all, is only so by the glow of the cigarette light. [break][break]
"fucking shit." he makes a noise like a laugh. "you really didn't want to stay, huh?" [break][break]
not that dmitri had given him any luxury of choice, as to when and how he'd leave.
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gold
familiar Familiaraxius, the sea dragon
played by OOC Namelav
I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING
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Post by serafim strix on May 6, 2023 22:18:10 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","post2"] something clicks into place, as this all happens. that's not to say that it is anything, by any means, a good thing, but that is how it goes: like the end of a bone slipping back into its socket, like the barrel of a gun pressed against a forehead — there are things that go together, just so.[break][break] for serafim, it is: the pale gaze that skims over him like seabirds over glacial waters ( "i'll see you then." ), the hum of commotion before the raid like vultures before the kill, the slow crawl of the waiting.[break][break] the whole thing is familiar. practiced. some part of him likes that. some part of him hates it.[break][break] he waits, regardless. and when the cannon blasts a hole though the wall, he shuts his eyes briefly against the debris and lets the night turn red.
he had been thinking about strange, alternate possibilities, while waiting. imagined, briefly, a time where he would have worn the cavalry's uniform. a time where he would have only read about all of this on the news, warmed by a fireplace in a chateau by the coast. [break][break] say ulla sutherland never got her hands on him, the second time around. say ichnusae never tightened the noose. say the first time he ever bled was like any other child, a scraped knee or purple bruise, say the first time he learned what a knife was, it wasn't the same time he also learned how metal warms in a body.[break][break] say it's too far back now and all of this is a circle, anyway, and the fact of the matter is that it's always the same old story and the same old sharks, and the same boy who masters the elegant confidence of brutality all too young.[break][break] it doesn't matter now, if avery albero had offered, if serafim knows what he wants. the pieces go together: serafim's feet on valencian soil, his hands reaching for its pound of flesh.
serafim says, some of them don't even want to be here.[break][break] axius says, we are owed.[break][break] his hands are around a soldier's neck. this one can't be more than twenty.[break][break] we are owed.[break][break] snap.
he's even early to the docks, after.[break][break] there's no hesitation, now, in mistaking who dmitri wisbane is. serafim's approach is deliberate — steps uneven, but purposeful — and his coat has been replaced, the fabric uneven in asymmetrical patches where he had transfigured patchwork from a dead man's uniform.[break][break] he's grinning, too, a tired, blood-stained baring of the teeth like a gash; the edges of that picture-perfect, textbook poise he so often favours seem to have been worn down to something else.[break][break] "i don't think i would have texted if all i wanted to do was stay," he says, and as he draws nearer, the relief — exhaustion — is palpable. [break][break] "even though you seemed to make some new friends." it's not a question he expects dmitri to elaborate on, but poised like one nevertheless. he forces himself to exhale, slow; he can still feel his pulse in his throat, his body reluctant to settle.[break][break] he's holding something in his hand — a bottle of clear liquor, to be exact, swiped from the last pit-stop made at a safehouse before he left — and raises it towards the light, partly an invitation as he says wryly:[break][break] "got a parting gift, though."[attr="class","post2tag"] Admin[attr="class","notes"] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-dragon"] de-materialised.[break] [attr="class","fa-solid fa-wand-magic-sparkles"] none. [newclass=".notes .fa-solid"]color: inherit; font-size:11px; width:18px; display:inline-block;[/newclass][newclass="nullelem"]} .user-61 .post2 s { font-size:0.75em;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.1em; font-weight:bold;color:#808C7E;text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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