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familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by pandora on May 7, 2023 18:08:02 GMT -7
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devil in a new dress
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] DMITRI WISBANE, DOCKS.[attr="class","staffpara"]
he lets the not-quite question hang in the air, though it's in part because he's taking a long drag. dmitri looks at the bottle with a tilted head, extended an arm, fingers curling the neck and holding it up, examining it. [break][break] "you know i agreed to terrible terms to get you out, right?" [break][break] he sounds unserious. if anything, sef was worth more than the trouble it took to get him out. and the so-called bad deal was, in the end, a part of the plan. [break][break] maggie flutters to the next shoulder, to get a better view of sef now that dmitri's raised her usual arm. [break][break] "sure," she says. "but he also got you...a fassai? good choice." [break][break] "hah." [break][break] "definitely even," maggie insists. [break][break] dmitri turns to board the ship. the crow cranes her neck backwards, and, though only one half of her face is visible, seems to wink.
ON THE SHIP, 2WKS.[attr="class","staffpara"]
it's a luxury experience, the ship. spacious, easy to disappear into. for some reason, there are only a few passengers delphi-bound. serafim learns why slowly and through a mix of rumors and half uncertain gossip:[break][break]
first, it's mid december, and the month will be over by the time he's back in delphi. delphi itself has gone through some kind of madness—the curse is what everyone talks about: witches gone from their familiars, or vice versa. some cerberus girl, dead on an expedition. a terrorist that caused her familiar to turn into a daemon. [break][break] and marks, all over her body—like the one sef saw on zinnia. [break][break] huh. [break][break] there is some kind of travel ban, and document verification, at the gates. no one wants to visit that cursed city—not even valencians, who seemed, until recently, to be fleeing their homeland.[break][break]
and dmitri and maggie, for their part, seem to stay in their room. they are pleasant enough, when they come out, though the crowd is too nervous around him for dmitri to care to make friends, and the strangers don't approach him, either. [break][break] which leaves sef, a deck of cards, and a maggie's constantly-resupplied bowl of fruit for entertainment. [break][break] ("you're going to make my mouth taste like grapes for the rest of my life." [break][break] "well, good thing you're going to die young. sef, did you want any?") [break][break] when they do talk, it's often like that—indirect, tangential. passing thoughts, or, when maggie is in the mood for it, gossip about sybaris and its players. there's ten years of missing details to explain, but the crow only says what she wills, in passing. [break][break]
she's curious of about sef, though—about danya reed, and the vale, and so? did ulla sutherland find him, after all? ...does he want to make a deal?—though, he might be imagining the last one. it's never said aloud.[break][break]
they are never alone for too long, though. sef's presence seems to bridge the gap, and gets the other passengers to stop by and try to make idle chat, which leads dmitri to his squint-eyed smiles, and eventually, a retreat back into his room.
OLD DELPHI.[attr="class","staffpara"]
at the border, it feels like they are trying to enter a warzone. the old delphi port is overrun with wolves, and the entire party is subject to a license check. [break][break] evem dmitri, who takes off his glasses to smile and wink at the woman with the golden band around her neck, slides his card along the scanner. [break][break] (it seems less that he has to, and more that he's playing along, flustering the woman in charge of the port.) [break][break] SENTINEL OF PEGASUS, MARK O'RILEY. it buzzes green. [break][break] HIGH PRIEST OF DELPHI, DMITRI WISBANE. it buzzes green. [break][break] and then— [break][break] SENTINEL OF SYBARIS, SERAFIM STRIX. red. [break][break] "halt." she frowns. "looks like there's a hold on your license." into a radio: "code D-P-I, port 32." [break][break] dmitri has turned backward now, and is frowning, hands in his pockets. he looks halfway between annoyed and disappointed. [break][break] she seems to be considering something, and says: "override it. i literally don't have time for this." a smile up at serafim. "kay, all clear." [break][break] no jail cell this time around, though the incident is somehow just as embarrassing.
npc thread details[attr="class","staffpara"] this NPC thread has ended. you have post once to conclude. you've received + 4 MP and: [break] [break] [attr="class","spellcont"] [attr="class","spellimgcont"] [attr="class","spellbody"] OLD PATCH[break]A patch, designed for wear on a military vest. The symbol on it is a red circle with a cross extended over and through the circumference, as though marking a target. The item, from at least a decade ago, seems to be a symbol of a friendship forged with Vale's extremist rebellion, though it doesn't appear to be much use... [attr="class","spellcont"] [attr="class","spellimgcont"] [attr="class","spellbody"] MUNDANE SKILL: LOGICIAN[break]A genius with a fondness for puzzles, Dmitri's always had a way with charmed objects of all kinds—not to mention a tendency to collect whatever looks interesting. When using one-time use charms or trinkets, the effect is greatly enhanced or expanded on, on a case-by-case basis. . [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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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 8, 2023 5:59:12 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","post2"] a smile curves wan and smooth like the arc of a scythe; the devil never makes a deal where he loses in the end, and serafim, frankly, is glad that he's managed to see even the barest hints of the game.[break][break] well. among other things, of course.[break][break] the adrenaline is starting to fade, the longer he stands here. his head tilts, and he says, "and i'm grateful," in that light, oh-so-slightly lilting tone of his, the type of voice you'd have to dissect to measure its sincerity, the type of voice he knows men like dmitri wisbane won't bother thinking twice about.[break][break] he takes a moment, right before they leave, right after maggie seems to wink. just stands there, briefly considering the ground where dmitri had stood, the railings of the pier casting shadows in stark, parallel lines like the bars of a cage.[break][break] later, he stays by the stern as the ship begins to leave, fishing a light out of a jacket that is now his only by virtue of how much he's bled on it, and lets the smoke blur his vision until the vale disappears into the distance.
unsurprisingly, serafim isn't particularly inclined towards staying in his room for any longer than necessary. he keeps odd hours, sleeps infrequently, and seems to always match his appearances to when dmitri and maggie are in the mood for passing conversation. he listens eagerly when the crow decides to gossip, and entertains her questions as best he can. some answers take longer than others; some don't really arrive at all.[break][break] but all things considered, it's pleasant.[break][break] most importantly, no one really seems to know who he is. or, if they do, no one really seems to care, which means: no one really pays him any mind when his gaze seems to drift, his expression flickering ever so slightly before he clears it with the shake of a head, abrupt as a knife through an artist's canvas.[break][break] no one really notices when he's half-leaning over the edge of the ship's railings at a quarter to three in the morning, watching the scarlet-eyed creature beneath the waves as it tries, then fails, to keep up with the ship.
he doesn't feel rested at all, by the time they set foot in delphi, and the flashing red of his keycard under the scrutiny of the wolves doesn't help.[break][break] "—code D-P-I, port 32." [break] ah, hell.[break][break] as politely as he can manage, he's beginning to say, "what does that m—", already bracing himself for a night in a cell.[break][break] it never comes. instead, he's summoning up a brief, close-lipped smile ( "—ean… oh, thank you." ) and jogging to catch up. a brief thought occurs to him. he's pushing his luck, but…[break][break] "earlier, did i hear you say…"[attr="class","notes"]fin. [attr="class","post2tag"] Admin
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