Blueblood

Love/Hate Relationships

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Gensh:
Day three of Walpurgis is why the celebration could never be the private affair the Yozis had originally intended. A grand party with no limitations which involves all the infinite demons through the infinite layers of Malfeas. Some raksha may claim to have hosted larger parties, but such ephemeral events can hardly be compared to the overwhelming reality of the Brass City roaring with excitement.
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Gensh:
After having gone their separate ways for a time, the new asura have once again gathered before their Queen-Mother to receive guidance for the event. Everywhere, the streets of volcanic stone overflow with bodies, while the newbloods look down from the balcony of Lillun’s crawling tower.

Lillun Dragondaughter:
The third day of Walpurgis is a general party. There are no real rules or traditions. However, it is typically used as the last day for attempting to be invited to some of the private parties on the day to follow. You will need to decide if you wish to attend any of these. For example, our lord Ligier always hosts an elegant gala for several hours at midday.

  • Mnemon Atrax seems to be in a particularly good mood today with a grin on her face.

Mnemon Atrax:
What other parties might be going on today?

Lillun Dragondaughter:
Tomorrow, you mean. My father hosts an event that’s to die for. Many prominent demons of the second circle hold rallies to gather support for their princedoms, and a number of the third circle merely wish to show off their splendour. Some of your seniors will be throwing parties as well.

  • Versil Antona meanwhile has the look of either extreme tiredness or of a man who’s being stalked by death upon him, past his obvious attempts to hide it it’s difficult to tell. “I imagine some our senior’s affairs would be much easier accessed? I don’t imagine gate-crashers are a welcome addition and with our current… standings, invitations may be hard come by.”

Lillun Dragondaughter:
I suppose it would depend upon the relationships you have built with them in the past few days. Today will be the last chance you have to earn those invitations, but try asking when you can. You may be surprised.

Yasha:
(I imagine it is generally seen as a shortcoming if you have no invitation at all by tomorrow?)

Lillun Dragondaughter:
Quite.

Versil Antona:
Bah, so non-attendance in any form is not an option then truly.

Yasha:
(We might have some luck touring the city to see what events are going on today, if we need to secure an invitation. It would do us well to socialize outside of formal events, and we may have some luck finding something or someone of interest.)

Versil Antona:
Indeed.

  • Versil Antona stood up straighter with an audible groan. This was to be another long day it seemed…

Mnemon Atrax:
Yes, a fine idea. And maybe Versil will actually make a friend instead of an enemy.

Yasha:
(It would be an impressive sight.)

Mnemon Atrax:
An unexpected one, even.

Lillun Dragondaughter:
That said, I have spoken much on the rules of the Demon City – how to behave and expectations. I must now add that there are exceptions to every rule. Recall that I said attendance of the Althing is fundamentally required. You may have assumed that the three empty seats there belonged to the fallen. Two did. The third is here now. Enter, if you would.

  • Lacuna da Notte saunters in.

Lacuna da Notte:
So these are the new kids, huh? Pretty cute.

Mnemon Atrax:
You’re quite the looker yourself.

Lacuna da Notte:
And do I smell Metagaos on you? Oh, you and I will have lots to talk about. Lacuna da Notte. Charmed to make your acquaintance.

Yasha:
(A pleasure to meet you.)

  • Yasha greets Lacuna with a short bow. (My name is Yasha.)
  • Versil Antona could not look more unamused. Although how much of that was just current state of being and how much of it was actual disposition to the new arrival was up for debate.

Versil Antona:
Charmed, I’m sure.

Mnemon Atrax:
Mnemon Atrax.

  • Mnemon Atrax bows a bit.

Lillun Dragondaughter:
Lacuna was on a long-running mission in Creation and couldn’t quite make it to the Endless Desert on time. In truth, she could have remained there. Ordinarily, this is not allowed, but her mission is of vital importance, and she has special permission from a Yozi.

Lillun Dragondaughter:
This shows the importance of making friends in high places. I may also grant you such permission if necessary. However, the circumstances must be truly important.

Lillun Dragondaughter:
For now, enjoy yourselves in the party. Remember that social gaps are officially rendered invalid during Walpurgis, and do not worry if you make mistakes. You can make grudges, but you cannot suffer retribution while the party lasts. Lacuna will accompany you today to ensure you are not killed by accident or “accident.”

Mnemon Atrax:
Feel better now, Versil?

Yasha:
(Thank you for your oversight, Lacuna da Notte.)

Lacuna da Notte:
Oh, you are most welcome.

Lacuna da Notte:
(This is actually punishment for being late.)

Lacuna da Notte:
Alright, let’s get moving before I become completely sober.

Mnemon Atrax:
I could mix you some drinks if you want.

  • Yasha nods, and will follow Lacuna. She’ll also be keeping an eye on Lacuna for betrayals, because sometimes those happen.

Lillun Dragondaughter:
Enjoy yourselves. I have business to attend for much of today, and I must make an appearance at many parties tomorrow. You may see me from time to time by chance.

  • Lillun Dragondaughter retreats inside.

Lacuna da Notte:
So what kind of trouble do we want to get into? I know some assholes who are always down for a good time.

Mnemon Atrax:
Have a good day, Queen-Mother. Turns to Lacuna. Let’s have some fun, shall we? I’m up for anything today.

  • Yasha considers for a moment. (Perhaps one of the calmer parties to start with, so that we do not agitate any particularly roudy drunks immediately.)

Versil Antona:
I personally would much prefer a warm bed and a warmer woman but a quiet party would suit me much the same.

Mnemon Atrax:
Bah, where’s the bravado from yesterday?

Yasha:
(I do not want Versil to get his arms torn off needlessly. As you noted, he has a habit of garnering enmity.)

Mnemon Atrax:
Suit yourselves.

Yasha:
(If that is not agreeable, then I am good for whatever you two decide.)

  • Yasha shrugs.

Lacuna da Notte:
Got it. Boring folks. Let’s go find some Sids.

Mnemon Atrax:
That reminds me of the one I met. Wouldn’t be surprised if there are some lurking around.

Lacuna da Notte:
We’ve got a few moles, yeah. Let’s see if I can’t sniff them out.

  • Lacuna da Notte hops off the balcony and begins darting through the crowded streets without caring who follows.
  • Mnemon Atrax hops right on down herself, following after Lacuna.
  • Versil Antona sighs audibly and hops the balcony, daintily landing and briskly pacing after.
  • Yasha follows, using brass skin to dampen the impact of landing.
    Gensh:
    Eventually, Lacuna descends some stairs and kicks in the door. Beyond lies a dim-lit room where a number of people are speaking in hushed tones.

Mnemon Atrax:
Hi.

  • Yasha gives a short bow in greeting.

Versil Antona:
I hope we’re not imposing ourselves, are we?

  • Luther von Straud ’s ears stand on end when he sees the group barge in.

Luther von Straud:
Oh. No. Of course not. You may go anywhere you please, of course.
Avara:
is there a relevant check for knowledge of the people gathered?
Gensh:
Same as always. As long as you can justify the choice. You could use water for being in the right social circles or air for having memorized a contact list.

Mnemon Atrax:
Air and Earth – Neutral Success

Yasha:
Water and Earth – Neutral Success
Cliffjord:
Versil wouldn’t know so I’m not rolling.
Gensh:
You obviously know Hidari and Ricard as your peers. Sondok is well-known as one of Ligier’s souls. Orabilis is unavoidable as hell’s lorekeeper. You cannot identify the remaining three.

Yasha:
(Would you mind if we joined your conversation, then?)

Luther von Straud:
Well, I’m sure everyone has their private business to discuss, but I will endeavor to help you with whatever you need.

  • Luther von Straud bows low.

Mnemon Atrax:
Mnemon Atrax. A pleasure.

Luther von Straud:
A pleasure to meet a Mnemon, as always. I am Luther von Straud, private butler to the Nebata Family. I am Lady Higarda’s Lunar Mate.

Yasha:
(A pleasure to make your acquaintance, as well. I am Yasha.)

Versil Antona:
Versil Cortez Antona the Second Of Chiaroscuro.

  • Versil Antona gestured to himself with his hand. Never too tired for a proper introduction.

Luther von Straud:
Likewise, I’m glad to meet you, Yasha, Sir Antona. And the last, who needs no introduction. How may I be of assistance?

Lacuna da Notte:
The kids wanted to come to a quiet party. I brought them to the old folks and people who act like old folks.

Mnemon Atrax:
And here we are.

  • Yasha tilts her head, and shrugs again. (I was hoping to meet with people that might have something interesting to discuss. We’re just starting our own careers, so there’s little to start with.)

Luther von Straud:
Well, if you’re interested in starting on the ground floor, I can offer you a position with the Nebata Family. You’ll receive a salary, paid vacation time, and something you may have heard of called “insurance,” which as the name implies, ensures your medical bills are paid.

  • Mnemon Atrax stifles a chuckle.
  • Versil Antona has to bite his lip to hide a growing smile.
  • Yasha looks to Mnemon Atrax, raising an eyebrow, then looks back to Straud. (While I cannot make any commitments yet, I would like to hear more about what the Nebata do.)

Luther von Straud:
The Nebata Family is an historic clan in Chiaroscuro, descended from the Goddess of Serenity, Venus herself. We ensure that responsible people are allowed to do as they need regardless of what the law may say. We often provide acquisition services for arms and rare materials and physical and psychological relief services. Our night workers are among the best educated in mental health in all Creation.

  • Mnemon Atrax mutters a bit. “That latter part is true…”
  • Mnemon Atrax ahem.

Versil Antona:
Yes, their ‘relief’ services are of fine quality. A tad expensive for recurring night sessions though.

Yasha:
(I see. Do you have any particular services ‘on the ground floor’ in mind? And what manner of enemies does the Nebata Family have? A family so old would no doubt have made many.)

Luther von Straud:
As a Solar asura, you would be given more complex tasks than typically given to new recruits. First would come an evaluation of skills. From what I have read in my Lady’s notes regarding your work so far, you would likely be involved in acts of direct opposition to those who interfere with the Family’s interests. For example, the Deathlord known as Eye and Seven Despairs has recently been trying to muscle into the market for ghostly relief. We would want you to directly confront his specters and nephwracks, destroying or purifying them as your preference dictates.

Mnemon Atrax:

Mnemon Atrax:
Alright, I’m curious. How would that even work?

Yasha:
(An interesting prospect. I hope it would not be rude to ask if any of the Nebata family will be hosting a party tomorrow? It would be good to get to meet and see the Family in action.)

  • Versil Antona looks at Atrax as if she has two heads.

Mnemon Atrax:
Knowledge is power Versil.

Versil Antona:
You don’t know?

Luther von Straud:
Ghosts are ruled by their passions. Sometimes old habits die hard. Ghostly consorts must be all the more durable to survive such passions, so it is a volatile market.

Luther von Straud:
Lady Higarda will be hosting a private party on behalf of a friend, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a few more attendees.

Mnemon Atrax:
Hm. Hadn’t thought about that before.

  • Mnemon Atrax seems to genuinely ponder over this.

Yasha:
(Not everyone is raised in the same environment, Versil. This is true of social behaviors as much as nature, urban development, and so much more.)

  • Luther von Straud pulls out a quill, tiny inkpot, and bits of parchment and quickly writes out formal invitations for all four.

Mnemon Atrax:
Ah, thank you Luther.

  • Mnemon Atrax accepts the invitation.
  • Yasha turns to Straud again, and gives another bow in gratitude. (Thank you. If the Nebata family is understanding of my need to prioritize loyalty to the Yozi first, and Family second, I would like to discuss the employment prospects and skill evaluation in further detail. This evening, perhaps?)
  • Versil Antona quickly pockets his invitation after looking it over once, sparing another glance at Atrax. "If we ever visit my home, remind me to show you. Speaking of, I don’t imagine the family keeps a worker local? I’ve been feeling a wave of grief as of late.

Luther von Straud:
I am available betwixt the tasks assigned by my Lady. I shall endeavor to speak with you again before the morrow, Yasha.

Luther von Straud:
Well, Sir Antona, there is a fledgling Nebata branch here. I shall write you directions to the house, though I am afraid the services might not quite be what you are used to.
Avara:
not sure who else we should interact with here. presumably all of them could provide something good, just… dunno who. someone want to take the lead on that?
Cliffjord:
I’ll do it.
Avara:
aren’t you about to get a blowjob?
Cliffjord:
Listen, if what I see when I open this door displeases me I’m suddenly gonna be very work motivated.
Avara:
=p

Versil Antona:
Ah, it’ll be something I’m sure. I doubt the Nebata family would offer poor service.

  • Versil Antona looks across the gathered company and then back at Lacuna.

Versil Antona:
You did say quiet, not silent.

Yasha:
(Strictly speaking, I said calmer. Not calm, not quiet, not silent.)
Gensh:
Those gathered are all still speaking quietly, though none of them are using magic so that you cannot eavesdrop.

Lacuna da Notte:
What are you waiting for? An invitation? You just got one.

Mnemon Atrax:
Water and Earth – Neutral Success
Witch:
Overhear some of their talking

Ricard de la Nocca:
I’m sure they could… destroy Gem…

Serupe Jashin:
…my shoes… the Balorian Crusade…

Sondok Who Stands in Doorways:
…broken into my Lord’s vault…

Siclian Iris:
…stop it… not here…

Orabilis, End of All Wisdom:
…kill everyone in this room…

Yasha:
Water and Air – Failure
Avara:
yasha fails to hear any of this

Voljian Hidari:
…dirigible… destroy the Realm.
Cliffjord:
I’ll roll too.
Cliffjord:
Gensh, stack overflow.
Cliffjord:
And it’s it filled my text box with crap.
Gensh:
You’ll have to restart or let me handle your draws.
Cliffjord:
BRB one sec then.
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Cliffjord:
Water and Wyld – Perfect Success
Witch:
gj

Ricard de la Nocca:
Honestly, I’m sure the Court of Orderly Flame could handle the Lion’s army. There’s no way they’d let him destroy Gem.

Serupe Jashin:
My feet are cold… Reminds me of when I lost my shoes… during the Balorian Crusade… the Duke of Mirrors had them… That was a confusing fight…

Voljian Hidari:
I’m not sure the Court could account for dirigibles. No one could. That’s the plan we need to follow if we want to destroy the Realm. Air superiority.

Sondok Who Stands in Doorways:
Luther, I’m sure you’re not surprised, but your Lady has broken into my Lord’s vault. Again.

Siclian Iris:
Stop it, Fura. Not here.

Orabilis, End of All Wisdom:
So much forbidden knowledge in one place. I should kill everyone in this room…. If only I were allowed.

  • Mnemon Atrax blinks and looks at Sondok. “Broken into his vault?”
  • Versil Antona looks straight at Orabilis for a moment before quickly realising what’s he doing and feigning boredom.
  • Yasha hears none of this, but turns to watch Mnemon.

Sondok Who Stands in Doorways:
Yes. It is my sworn duty to protect it, but I am always so busy during these events. I can appear in any doorway, but I still cannot be in two places at once.

Mnemon Atrax:
That is quite surprising still. One would imagine there’d be a great many deadly traps involved.

Sondok Who Stands in Doorways:
Yes, but there is little in the way of dumb defense that can stop an experienced Exalt.

  • Versil Antona coughs and bites his tongue to refrain from commenting. “Pardon me.”

Mnemon Atrax:
Hm?

Versil Antona:
Nothing, nothing. Just a bad cough.

Lacuna da Notte:
You kids fit right in, don’t you?

Mnemon Atrax:
Oh just wait until he really gets talking.

Mnemon Atrax:
How about something more… active now, though?

Versil Antona:
Yes. This is too quiet even by my currently high standards.

  • Yasha nods quietly, a bit preoccupied with thoughts of technologies and other such things.

Lacuna da Notte:
Shore fin. Let’s get my bitches and tear shit up.

  • Versil Antona didn’t even wait for Lacuna, just turning on his heel and heading out. “I have never faced silence more oppressive in my life.”

Lacuna da Notte:
Shh. Be vewy vewy quiet.

Yasha:
(I would be surprised if you have truly faced silence at all. You seem content to fill the air with your own voice at all times.)

  • Lacuna da Notte uses a Metagaos to devour sound within the area.

Versil Antona:
I’m making up for your failure to meet quota.

Adorjan:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

  • Yasha does not hear versil, because lacuna ate the noise.
  • Mnemon Atrax blanches.

Adorjan:
HEY GIRL!

  • Yasha steadies herself, but does not flinch away—instead, she turns and bows to Adorjan, in a practiced movement meant to minimize noise made even if Lulu wasn’t helping keep the silence.

Adorjan:
AAAAAAAAND YOU WERE YASHA! HOW’S IT BEEN?

Yasha:
(I have been well. The city is… interesting. Too full of excess and idiocy at times, but educational.)

  • Adorjan is utterly hoarse. Her voice barely rises above a comfortable volume, but the tone is as if she’s screaming every word to overcome her own silence
  • Mnemon Atrax winces slightly. Listening to the Yozi’s words were like an interplay of calm and manic.

Yasha:
(I hope that the celebrations have not been too irritating for yourself, Adorjan.)

Adorjan:
I WANT TO FUCKING KILL EVERY ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS

Yasha:
(Aside from this constant truth, how have you been?)

Adorjan:
GOOD, GOOD. MY HUSBAND’S AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE. I STILL CAN’T LOVE HIM TO DEATH. YOU DON’T HAVE ANYONE SPECIAL, DO YOU? SOMEONE YOU JUST WANT TO HUG TO SHREDS? IT’S A HELL OF A THING.

Yasha:
(I have yet to enjoy that particular blessing, indeed. Maybe some day in the future. May I introduce you to my companions?)

Adorjan:
KNOCK YOURSELF OUT

Adorjan:
OR I COULD DO THAT

Adorjan:
CAN I DO THAT

  • Versil Antona gives Yasha a look of “Please, do knock yourself out first.”

Yasha:
(This is Mnemon Atrax and Versil of the Antona family. Our guide today is Lacuna da Notte. Knocking me out, while enjoyable, would probably mean that I get to shake up less people when I finally get in motion.)

  • Mnemon Atrax nods her head upon being introduced.
  • Versil Antona gives a small bow, huffing in indignation at his full title being snubbed.

Adorjan:
NICE TO MEET YA

Adorjan:
I’D SHAKE YOUR HANDS, BUT THEY’D COME OFF, AND I’M NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT

Yasha:
(Is there anything we can do for you today, Adorjan? Or did you come by for the silence that Lacuna is providing?)

Adorjan:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

  • Mnemon Atrax meanwhile ponders over the meaning of life, the universe, and everything while the silence reigns. Also whether she forgot that thing in the oven or not.
  • Versil Antona meanwhile contemplates if firing one of his many pistols will actually make her leave or get him killed. So freedom awaits at either result.

Lacuna da Notte:
Addy baby, we’re getting the gang together to take the kids for some fun. You want in?

Adorjan:
WITH YOU? ANYTIME.

  • Yasha is genuinely enjoying this conversation.

Mnemon Atrax:
Well, this is definitely now what I expected. I like it.

Yasha:
(It sounds fun. I’m looking forward to your company.)

Adorjan:
A NIGHT WE’LL NEVER FORGET

Lacuna da Notte:
Alright, now we’re getting somewhere. Let’s go find the alpha bitch.

  • Mnemon Atrax reaches into her coat and withdraws a flask. She takes a swig before moving right along again. “Hm. Needs more gin I think.”
  • Lacuna da Notte is abruptly reminded of her lack of booze.

Lacuna da Notte:
And we’ll raid her wine cellar while we’re at it.

Versil Antona:
Actually speaking of-

Versil Antona:
Nevermind, you have drinks in mind.

Mnemon Atrax:
Excellent. I need more for my own.

  • Yasha shrugs. To each her own.
  • Lacuna da Notte technically leads, but Adorjan walks in front, occasionally taking a wrong turn. Eveywhere the group goes, demons run screaming at the top of their lungs. The Silent Wind may be forcibly bound in human form by the magic of Walpurgis, but she slashes blindly at everything within arm’s reach all the same. No one would question the power of her legendary jade athame, Illuske Gale-Tooth.
    Gensh:
    At last, Lacuna jumps through the window and into a smoky bar. Duchess Nebata wheels around on a stool.
  • Mnemon Atrax chuckles as they move along.

Lacuna da Notte:
Bitch!

Adorjan:
HIHI

  • Mnemon Atrax idly waves.

Nebata Higarda:
Is it Jupiterday already?

  • Versil Antona starts looking for anywhere that is not in line of sight of Nebata. Or well… line of sight was a poor choice of words.
  • Nebata Higarda takes a huff of her cigar and exhales the smoke into a dragon shape. It wheels about the room before blowing into Versil’s face.

Mnemon Atrax:
Just going around, saying hi, maybe stabbing some people. Mnemon Atrax, by the way.

Nebata Higarda:
I didn’t get to be ruler of Chiaroscuro by NOT spying on everyone. What trouble did you cause to get stuck with this bitch?

  • Versil Antona lets out a hacking cough as he steps back, waving the smoke off. Well, she knew anyway. He moved to flank the party, hopefully they’d take her focus off him for the day.

Mnemon Atrax:
All I know is that I’m sure it involved Versil.

Versil Antona:
Keep blaming me and one day you might actually be right.

Mnemon Atrax:
Not that I’m complaining really. It’s been fun so far.

Mnemon Atrax:
I’m always right.

Versil Antona:
Heh!

Nebata Higarda:
Well, whatever it is, I’m in. Let’s go raise Desus.

Mnemon Atrax:
Who?

  • Yasha bows to Higarda. (Yasha. Nice to meet you, Lady Nebata.)

Mnemon Atrax:
Though that rings a nasty bell for some reason.

Versil Antona:
She doesn’t know.

  • Versil Antona jabs a thumb to his companion as if he knows.

Nebata Higarda:
Desus was such a rat-bastard that out West, they use his name as a word for trouble.
Gensh:
Versil gets a terrible sense of deja-vu.

Lacuna da Notte:
Bitch, where’s my girl?

Nebata Higarda:
She ain’t never gonna come to Walpurgis. You oughtta know dat by now.

Lacuna da Notte:
Shit. Well, kids, that’s everyone. Let’s go tear up the town.

Mnemon Atrax:
Would you like some drinks first?

  • Yasha puts a smile-like curve of lights across her mask.

Nebata Higarda:
Sure, kid. Yo, bartender, take a smoke break.

  • Adorjan and Lacuna take seats at the bar.
  • Mnemon Atrax hops behind the bar and starts going through their selection.

Mnemon Atrax:
Let’s see now.

  • Yasha will take a seat at the bar as well.
  • Versil Antona quickly sits at the nearest open spot… quickly realising his mistake.

Mnemon Atrax:
Water and Wyld – Perfect Success

  • Mnemon Atrax mixes up a variety of drinks in quick fashion, combining them in different ways from her own experience as well as some ideas she’s wanted to try.
  • Mnemon Atrax adeptly and quickly serves each of them a different drink.
  • Lacuna da Notte sniffs the drink as a true connoisseur, then says something in a strange language.

Mnemon Atrax:
Hm?

  • Versil Antona just chugs his without even skipping a beat.
  • Yasha will remove her mask and sample the scent of the drink, before drinking slowly.

Lacuna da Notte:
Ah, forgive me. I’m natively a bit provincial. Addy, baby, could you run back to my place and fetch my good smokes?

Adorjan:
FUCK YOU

  • Lacuna da Notte sips her drink slowly.
  • Mnemon Atrax chuckles a bit and grins. “I hope you enjoy. Not like I had much to do at one point beyond mixing drinks in new ways to get drunk.”

Mnemon Atrax:
Mother always did keep the best stuff for herself.

Lacuna da Notte:
Oh my. Look what the cat dragged in.

  • Lacuna da Notte points at the door. There’s nothing there.

Adorjan:
YOU

  • Adorjan bulldozes the door.
  • Yasha watches, vaguely amused.
  • Lacuna da Notte silently chugs Adorjan’s drink.

Versil Antona:
…So that’s how I looked at the Thing.

  • Mnemon Atrax pours a bit of whiskey in a shot glass before watching with amusement.

Mnemon Atrax:
Now you know, Versil. And knowing is half the battle.

Nebata Higarda:
Ah, shit. Lookit what you done. I’ll hafta stop her afore she ends up halfway ’cross the City.

  • Nebata Higarda chases after Adorjan.
  • Lacuna da Notte Lacuna steals Higarda’s drink too.
  • Mnemon Atrax chuckles and drinks her own shot.
  • Yasha is going to follow.
  • Mnemon Atrax slides Yasha’s on over to Lacuna.

Versil Antona:
Got any more servings there?
Witch:
Well, what remains of it

  • Yasha equips her mask while pursuing Adorjan.

Mnemon Atrax:
As many as you want. Another for you as well? Smiles towards Lacuna

Lacuna da Notte:
Certainly. I was almost as dry as Cecelyne while Lil was chewing my ear off.

  • Mnemon Atrax mixes up a couple more drinks for the both of them in the same fashion as before, keeping the pair well supplied while the other three are off elsewhere.

Mnemon Atrax:
So Metagaos, hm? Hunger is a fine thing. What satisfies your palate?

Lacuna da Notte:
Heroes. Anyone who would dare stand against me.

  • Versil Antona continues knocking back drinks to dull himself to the amount of rest he’s missing, content to listen to the idle conversation of his companions for the day.

Mnemon Atrax:
Hmhmhm. Personally, I want it all. Money, wealth, fame, dominion. All of the classics. But more than anything, I want to see people evolve. Faster, stronger, all that. It’d help you get your wish, no?

Versil Antona:
Are the vast majority of people even capable for evolving? Nevermind worth it.

Lacuna da Notte:
Ahh. A beautiful concept. My lover and I are quite the same. Survival of the fittest strengthens us all. Purge the weak, Versil. Like you.

  • Mnemon Atrax chuckles.

Mnemon Atrax:
Lover, hm? Ah, cest la vie.

  • Mnemon Atrax gives a dramatic little sigh.

Versil Antona:
If I was weak I most certainly would not have been Exalted.

Lacuna da Notte:
There’s lots of Exalted. There’s always going to be a weakest one.

Mnemon Atrax:
Why yes, though. Everyone can evolve. Even you Versil. You’re here with us, but I know you want to go back. You want to get back at everyone who did you wrong and rise to the top, no? That’s evolution, my friend. Become better, rise from your ashes. Maybe even overthrow Nebata? Your choices are unlimited Versil. Embrace it and find your strength.

Mnemon Atrax:
Survival of the fittest. Evolve, grow, and conquer.

Mnemon Atrax:
Or maybe you like being the worm that everyone looks down upon.
Cliffjord:
You are playing with dark powers here.

  • Mnemon Atrax slides him another drink.

Mnemon Atrax:
What’s it gonna be, Versil?

  • Versil Antona slammed his fist into the shot glass as it skidded in front of him, violently shattering it. “Do not push me.” There was a new found levelness to his voice. A loss of his pretense of ’I’m above you’. He was speaking as an equal and he did not like being made to speak as an equal. “I take my time with things. I am careful when I am needed to be. For all hell’s talk of strength there is little done and people seem quick to judge my strength when in turn I see none of theirs. I already am evolved to the next level by looking past self-interest which is impressive considering my current length of stay and how little I had to do to move ahead of the pack. Blind evolution breeds fat disgusting beasts like Tigershark who can’t see past their own gut and desire to rut like animals, strong individuals but fat and stupid growths on the collective. I know I’m capable of evolution because as far as it stands there is no finer stock than mine so do NOT throw it into question. But I see little else capable of evolving.” His volume and pitch were steadily rising. Atrax had more than just hit a nerve. “But perhaps that just means I should be replacing them soon, no?” A thinly veiled threat at worst, invitation at best.
  • Mnemon Atrax smiles.

Mnemon Atrax:
That’s the spirit.

Lacuna da Notte:
Don’t talk shit about Tigershark until you’ve met his wife…

  • Mnemon Atrax picks up a nearby bar towel and wipes up the mess before simply devouring the towel with a maw in her hand to be rid of it.

Mnemon Atrax:
You’ve been so gloomy. A kick in the ass seemed to have brightened you up though.

Versil Antona:
…indeed. Another drink. I seemed to have destroyed mine like the growths have destroyed the collective.

Nebata Higarda:
We done here?

  • Mnemon Atrax looks over at the devastated door to see the three returning.

Mnemon Atrax:
Seems so. Bar’s closed lady and gent.

  • Yasha walks in, looking at the ones left here.
  • Versil Antona stood up, wiping his hand on the seat for a quick clean.

Versil Antona:
So, off to cause some mayhem?

Lacuna da Notte:
Let

  • Mnemon Atrax claps her hands together.

Mnemon Atrax:
Let’s.

  • Mnemon Atrax hops back over the bar.

Lacuna da Notte:
Jinx, you owe me a bottle.

  • Mnemon Atrax chuckles. “I suppose I do. What’d you like?”

Lacuna da Notte:
It can wait until we’re done here. And surprise me. Now, let’s go harass some people!
Gensh:
After wandering around for some time, Lacuna eventually comes upon some of the more influential asura are having some sort of heated discussion. The center of the debate seems to be some conflict between the Empyreal Queen and a man you haven’t seen before.

Mnemon Atrax:
Speak of the Tigershark.

  • Mnemon Atrax mutters

Cearr:
Listen, Kyrie, we all respect you, but you don’t want to be starting shit with Xaruo. That’s the last thing anyone needs.

  • Xaruo grins smugly at the so-called “Empyreal Queen”.
    Cliffjord is disconnected.
    Cliffjord has connected.

Kyrie Elysium:
Oh? Really? You and the rest of the so-called “first generation” are a blight on this assembly. Failures who survived because they couldn’t follow orders and now think they have the right to gainsay the voice of the Green Sun because they were Exalted for a few years longer.

Kyrie Elysium:
This man is all the worse, a washed-up has-been with gut or will to call his own, who whored himself for power. He is a tumor on the Demon Emperor’s honor moreso than any other akuma. He has more than outlived his usefulness and his time alive.

Xaruo:
Praytell, how long will it be before your pedastal erodes, dear ‘Queen’? I have lived since times you cannot even imagine. What fickle little ‘memories’ you have are but dust in the winds of time. I knew an Age like no other. One where the Primordials were whole. You need what I alone can offer.

Kyrie Elysium:
I need nothing of the sort. Your memories are as warped as your deeds. You remember only the whitewashed histories your kind spread across Creation like plague. I feel the Empyreal Flame grow purer with each passing year. It is only a matter of time before our Lord is restored, no thanks to a twofold traitor such as yourself.

  • Xaruo laughs derisively. “Keep saying that to yourself.” He doesn’t even bother with a further rebuke, only taking up another smug and satisfied grin.

Kyrie Elysium:
To insult me is to insult the dignity of the Green Sun. Do you dare?

Cearr:
Kyrie!

  • Xaruo holds up his hands, palm outwards. “Now, now. This is Walpurgisnacht! We should be enjoying ourselves, no? We’ll continue our little debate another time.”

Kyrie Elysium:
I see I expected too much of a coward who could not face death with his peers.

Xaruo:
All good things in due time, Kyrie dear.

Tigershark:
Unfortunate. I had wished to devour the loser.

  • Versil Antona starts to smirk at the death comment, a quiet “Heh.” escaping his lips.

Cearr:
All right, everybody! Show’s over!

  • Yasha waves to Cearr.
  • Xaruo looks over at Caerr before noticing a certain someone. He begins to walk over with a wide smile upon his face and arms open.

Xaruo:
Honey!

Adorjan:
MY BABYDADDY!

Mnemon Atrax:
…I. What?

  • Adorjan repeatedly stabs at his armor.

Versil Antona:
I… that’s.

  • Xaruo laughs jovially and hugs the stabcrazymurderbitch.
  • Mnemon Atrax looks at everyone for a moment more. “What?”
  • Mnemon Atrax gestures at the pair.

Cearr:
Don’t look, kid. You don’t want to know the sorts of stuff millennia-old folks do to keep their sex lives interesting.

Nebata Higarda:
Weak.

  • Yasha is laughing all over her screen. (Good to see you, Cearr. I didn’t expect to see you playing mediator to anyone, let alone them.)

Mnemon Atrax:
On one hand, I kind of do. My curiosity is insatiable lately.

Yasha:
(Everything about you is insatiable, no?)

  • Mnemon Atrax chuckles.

Cearr:
If the big guy won’t do it, no one will. And we don’t need two of the biggest powers in Malfeas blowing up city blocks.

Yasha:
(How have you been since the Thing?)

Cearr:
I just blow off steam during Walpurgis. Maybe fight a few rounds in one of the underground rings that no one watches. Mostly relax.

Mnemon Atrax:
Two of the biggest, hm? Exactly who is the golden one? The Empyreal Queen speaks for herself I find.

Versil Antona:
The Golden One is Baby-Daddy as far as we know.

Cearr:
Supposedly, all our big bad past lives got murdered and sealed away for a few thousand years. That guy sold his soul to Malfeas, and the big boss forcibly kept him here while all his friends were dying or being hunted down.

Mnemon Atrax:
I see… That kind of power and years put together wouldn’t be pleasant.

Yasha:
(Interesting to finally see him in person. Someone marrying Adorjan is unexpected.)

Versil Antona:
I wouldn’t say that. Adorjan seems to find him lovely enough company.

Versil Antona:
Even if he reflects nearly as much of Ligier’s light as he catches.

  • Yasha is busy contemplating Adorjan.

Mnemon Atrax:
Hmm. Well, if you don’t mind.

  • Mnemon Atrax seperates from the group and walks over to Kyrie, bowing politiely once she’s arrived. “Greetings, Empyreal Queen. I am Mnemon Atrax and it is an honor to speak with you. I have been quite curious of the Empyreal Cult since Walpurgisnacht began. Might I trouble you for your time on the matter?”
  • Kyrie Elysium sneers.

Kyrie Elysium:
Hmph. A Mnemon acting demure. How quaint.

Mnemon Atrax:
I merely give respect where it is due. A title like yours would earn it.

Yasha:
(Do you have plans for tomorrow, Cearr?)

Kyrie Elysium:
Let me put it bluntly. I will have the Blessed Isle alight with green fire within the decade.

Cearr:
I don’t much. I get invited to a bunch of the parties, but they just want me to come because I’m part of the old guard.

Mnemon Atrax:
A fine goal, frankly. The Realm is stagnant and can use an action such as yours to promote the growth that it has long needed. The evolution of all Creation is what I seek and through such means, it forces all who dwell there to adapt or perish.

  • Versil Antona looks to Nebata and Lacuna. “I’m off to be social. Don’t die or anything.” Walking over to Klaus. “Hail.”

Kyrie Elysium:
As long as you are aware. Yes, I may have a few moments to chat with a new arrival.

Yasha:
(We’re wandering around Malfeas looking for invitations, ourselves. We were told that it would make us look bad not to have anywhere we could be, which seemed as good an excuse as any to make some new friends. I’m having fun today.)

Kris Klaus:
Ho ho ho! Well, if it isn’t little Versil Cortez Antona the Second. What can I do for you?

Cearr:
The socializing’s as brutal as the fighting here, aye. As long as you don’t get swallowed up, you’ll do fine, kid.

Mnemon Atrax:
Thank you. I was hoping you would tell me of the Empyreal Cult and its mission. I’ve heard the name many times since I’ve arrived. And I admit I’d overheard a portion of your conversation before. To paraphrase, you said that “the flame has grown purer”. What do you mean?

Versil Antona:
Mainly finding out what that little squabble was about so I can very much avoid the cause in near future. I’m trying to avoid mixing myself in deep waters too soon.

Kyrie Elysium:
The Empyreal Flame was of course lost with His Majesty’s crown o’er Creation. Only castaway shards remained, trapped in the Pyrian Queen’s spheres and out of our hands. It is the Empyreal Cult’s solemn duty to learn about the Time of Glory and slowly but surely refine the Green Sun’s light back to its untainted state.

Yasha:
(Ending up with Lacuna da Notte, Nebata Higarda and Adorjan has been entertaining. Tomorrow will probably be more trying, but I think I’ll be able to get through without issue.)

Kris Klaus:
Egos as big as my rippling pecs are a frequent problem here. But instead of working together like my pecs, they tear against one another. Little Kyrie hates for anyone to think she’s not in control, but old Xaruo is a constant reminder that she’s not matured yet.

Mnemon Atrax:
I believe that I follow you. By aiding in restoring Ligier to his true glory, you can also aid Lord Malfeas in regaining his own. It’s a noble goal to be certain.

Mnemon Atrax:
Might I inquire as to how I could join the Empyreal Cult?

Versil Antona:
Yes, I’ve noticed that to be a major issue… So not even an active dispute then, just rubbing each other the wrong way?

Kris Klaus:
You have the idea.

Yasha:
(This has been an interesting but trying week. I’ve had to spend some time meditating to re-center myself, but I think I have a better sense of who and what I am now.)

  • Versil Antona sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “So nothing to even avoid aside from the danger zone.”

Kyrie Elysium:
There is a formal ceremony. It is an ongoing process, as demons constantly apply for membership in the hopes of becoming a scribe or such. There will be a mass swearing-in on the fifth day. You may join simply by attending.

Kris Klaus:
Ho ho ho! No one ever got anywhere without a little bit of conflict!

Cearr:
Good to hear it, kid. I spent my first years here being angry at everyone and everything. You sound like you’re getting your head on straight quicker.

Yasha:
(It’s liberating. Things are very different from Autochthonia… so I needed to adapt, quickly. I’m looking forward to bringing change to that land when I’m ready to return.)

Mnemon Atrax:
I see. Thank you for your time, Empyreal Queen. I shall be sure to attend the gathering. I am most willing to contribute to any pursuit of knowledge.

Versil Antona:
You are not wrong bu a productive conflict is a different beast. Should we ever move onto creation for greater glories we can’t have two heads biting each other and killing the body. Except it’s not two heads, is it?

Kris Klaus:
Ah, we are lucky there. The jolly old Emperor is hesitant to loose such a valuable trump card as Xaruo. He’s spent every day since the Usurpation fighting in demon wars, never setting foot upon Creation.

  • Mnemon Atrax bows politely once more and excuses herself.

Versil Antona:
A fine idea. If they get like that over just existing in the same space, I’d hate to see a fueled dispute.

  • Versil Antona laughed as he entertained the mental image.
    Avara:
    hmm. not sure what else to converse about.
    Gensh:
    If we’re done with this event, I figure it’s a good time to wrap up. You did get one party invitation.
    Cliffjord:
    Ask Satan Klaus for your pony.
    Witch:
    I’m good if you want to
    Avara:
    alright. i’m good to roll out.
    Cliffjord:
    Same.
    Gensh:
    Yeah, this is the usual time. We can’t go killing Cliff as much as everyone would like to kill Versil.
    Avara:
    heh. right-o
    Avara:
    emergence in skype?
    Cliffjord is disconnected.
    Witch is disconnected.
    Avara is disconnected.

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