Kirk chuckles and gives her an appreciative once over. "I'd be a liar if I denied it, though I'd prefer a less public setting." He said with a wink. "Though I have to admit, I was fond of how you looked before. Would it be selfish of me to say I hope you're not planning on too many permanent changes?"
"Nothing's permanent, where I come from," Tina assures him, smirking as sweetly as she possibly could. The musician steps right up to Kirk, turning her face up to look him in the eye. "And I happen to think that's sweet. Provided you mean my normal, human looks."
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Kirk chuckles and raises a hand to touch her face briefly before going up at her hair briefly to touch it experimentally. "And what else would I mean?" He gives her his most disarming smile. "I am a bit attached to how you were when we first met I admit. First impressions and all." He taps the side of his head.
Tina gives him a skeptical look. "Are you this nice to all the girls that rob you, Kirk?" She reaches up to touch his hand, and her hair might suddenly feel genuinely hot. "I can be that trashy blue and pink thing, if you want."
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"Oh. I see," Naitiri says, affording Shrike a polite cough. She shakes the Exalt's hand with a smile. "I'm here representing Elexxion Industries. Are you, uh, here with Tina perhaps?"
"Unfortunatly, no, I came on my own to this one," Shrike says, her handshake firm and her smile ready. "I wouldn't be surprised if she's here somewhere though, this seems like her kind of party."
Kirk very quickly moves him hand away from her 'hair' when it gets hot. Ouch. "I suppose you must be special. On the other hand, I haven't been robbed particularly often, so who knows?" He gives her an amused smirk. "You won't hear any protest from me however you want to look. It's not like I spend time with you because of your good looks." He glances down briefly. "Though I admit it's a nice benefit."
"I've heard she provided many of the beverages. The, ah, human ones anyway," Naitiri says, shrugging. "So what're you here for, Miss Shrike?"
Meanwhile...
Kirk will find his hand undamaged, if still a bit tingly. She arches a thin brow at him, rather unamused. "Mmhm. I'm sure if you want real looks, you've got lots of other girls for that. Jezebel comes to mind." She smirks cruelly. "How're you two lovebirds doing, anyway?"
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Kirk chuckles and shakes her head. "Would you believe me if I told you I haven't seen her since that beach party? I don't intend to either, which I expect is even harder for you to believe."
"Oh? Why's that?" Tina asks, genuinely surprised. She doesn't seem to think he's lying - Kirk doesn't lie to her."Did she try to buy your soul or something?"
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"She's not really my type." Kirk says with a shrug. "And no, you don't need to pretend to not be surprised by that. I do have certain standards you know."
"I had no such intention, Mister Locke," Tina says, smiling at him wickedly. "And what standards would these be? Full motor function? At least two limbs?"
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"Pfft. You've got no idea what I think of you," The daemon-woman starts off toward the nearest attendant, plucking a tall glass of something from their platter. After a sip or two, her expression improves. "Not bad. Wonder what this stuff is."
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"Maybe. She didn't listen when I told her not t..." Ilpholin trails off. Perhaps not best to finish that comment implicitly.
Ilpholin looks a bit confused at first upon gift mentioning. And then her eyes get rather wide and, perhaps even startled. She didn't think he...
Ilpholin will gingerly take the amulet, cupping it, but she finds herself rather speechless as a whole. All her plots and schemes and thoughts just seem to fly out of her head as she stares at it.
I think she manages to mumble a thank you as she took it though.
[Ballroom]
Oooh. A gladiator contest. This could be interesting.
Mister Squiggles is, of course, rooting for the drider. It just seems important to have some representation of the spider class.
[Entrance]
Raril only half heard what his daughter said, his attention now turned to the gladiatorial combat about to begin. He also noticed his brother's reaction, ever paranoid about the other drow. The fact Sszinyon was so near to his wife made Raril nervous. But his brother wasn't paying attention to Zee. No, he was watching the fighters. The drider specifically. But why...?
Realization hit Raril like a brick wall. "Ilpholin, if you're going to leave, you had best leave now." He advises her, without taking his eyes off of his brother.
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[Ballroom]
Endrik looks over at Sszy, somewhat confused. Who had the drow recognised? The drider? Endrik had never heard the name, before, but then he had always been careful not to pry too much into Sszinyon's past. It was, the paladin felt, best not to dwell on the past, and he was sure there were plenty of dark secrets in Sszinyon's.
"What is it?" the paladin asked, placing a hand on the drow's arm.
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"Oh, the gladiator will win, of course," Ethelay says to her son. But then she hears her brother's reaction. "What is it, Sszinyon?"
[Ballroom]
"I knew him." Sszinyon says quietly. He repeats the words in his native tongue, his voice a bare whisper. Ethelay may make note of his word choice, using knew in a much more personal sense than was usual.
[Dais]
"Oh that was my mother's idea." Danube explains to Irzayle. "A pitiful sight, is he not? As useful as he has proven to be, I think my predecessor had gone too far with is punishment. I am certain my dear misguided brother will agree." The Matron laughs, a soft but wicked sound, like a silk garrote.
Meanwhile, Sornnolu arrived on the dais, along with his sister. The guard that had followed took up a position on the steps below. The Matron did not acknowledge them, focused on the events unfolding in the ballroom.
Aly'ithra stood nearby, looking horrified. She had seen bloodsport before, but never had the stomach for it. Besides, if her instincts were right, this would be bloodier than she'd ever witnessed. And that... creature... monster. He used to be a drow. They had done this as punishment?!
[Fight]
The gladiator gives a shout of challenge and rushes the drider, his blade raised high. The drider stood firm against the charge until the very last moment, dropping low, his stomach brushing the polished marble floor. A long, spiked leg sticks out as the drider darts to the side, tripping up the gladiator. It follows the trip by slashing its clawed hand at his back. But the gladiator's armor held, and he tucked into a roll, recovering quickly and coming to his feet. The drider whirled to face him, letting out an inhuman hiss, ready to face his next attack.
Kirk raises an eyebrow and follows after her. "I don't do I? I never realized it was some big secret. Do share." He says.
"Oh, what, in general?" Tina asks. She sips at her drink without taking her eyes off Kirk. "I think you're a really nice guy who tries not to be."
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Kirk looks at Tina curiously. It's clear that wasn't the response he was expecting. He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting, but there were so many more options more likely than that. Or so he thought.
"You know, I can't think of the last time I've been called a nice guy. I must not be trying hard enough." He chuckles, though he still looks like he's not quite sure what to think of that.
"Mmhm," Tina says neutrally, peeeeering at the drow. She seems to be thinking about something while she sips her drink. "I could be wrong. Maybe you are just a sleazy jerk." And just like that, she's back to bantering at him.
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Well Ilpholin had been planning on heading back in just to find a seat and sit down. Now Raril was telling her to go. Man he was good at mixed messages. Though admittedly, this one sounded more like an 'incoming danger' message than an affirmation of her previous desire to leave.
"Al-alright. Be careful." Ilpholin says, putting the amulet someplace safe and going to head out again. Need to find some quiet alley or something to talk to Din.
[Buffet Table]
Mister Squiggles chitter cheers the drider. Go drider! Spider represent!
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There is happiness for those who accept their fate.
There is glory for those who resist their fate.
They watch the fight progress with interest. Even failed as he was, the drider showed remarkable skill. Irzayle wonders how his opponent would fare if not for the armor.
Certainly, punishment for crimes is necessary. I never personally saw the point in mocking a criminal by perverting the form of the Web Mother's favored children.
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Not really here. Just an illusion.
"Mm. Maybe. Or maybe you're just really nice around me," Tina says, smirking impishly at the drow. "Now why would that be?"
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"I've heard she provided many of the beverages. The, ah, human ones anyway," Naitiri says, shrugging. "So what're you here for, Miss Shrike?"
"Me? I'm here for fun. And also to people-watch," Shrike observes with a chuckle. Then as the fight intensifies, she turns towards it, eyebrow raised as she observes the battle.
"Ah, of course. You think you're special now. Someone has a high opinion of them self, don't they? Tell me why you think I'm putting on this nice guy routine for you?" Kirk asked, looking at her expectantly.
"Watching people die is your idea of fun?" Naitiri asks, glancing at the spectacle and swallowing.
Meanwhile...
Tina looks at Mr. Locke, sipping down the last of her drink for good measure. Then she steps right up to him, teeth gleaming in a smile, and puts her hands on her hips. "I think I asked you first."
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"<I am sorry, brother,>" Ethelay says in drow. She gives a glance over at Danube, and sees her malicious smile. Of course. Another shot fired in the ever ongoing war between Danube and her brothers. The Matron hadn't even known Sszinyon would be here, but had arranged this anyway.
Stay out of it, her inner guide warned, and that guide had never led her wrong. Unswerving loyalty to the family, but never taking sides within it was how she'd survived this long, and that wasn't going to change now.
"<Tebtranlyn, go to your brother. Find a good viewing point for the fight - perhaps one of the balconies* - and point out any techniques he may want to learn,>" Ethelay says to her son in drow, while her hands flash in drow sign language, meant not to be seen by Sszinyon, <Keep him away and safe.>
Okay, there were some family members whose side she would always choose without hesitation. Her two sons.
Ethelay herself stays by Sszinyon's side. Whatever is to come, she doesn't expect to be drawn into it.
(*Unless there are no balconies in the room. In which case ignore that bit.)
What his mother said to him gave Tebtranlyn pause. It was only a moments pause though.
The assassin nodded to Ethelay. "<Yes... of course mother.>" He replied in the same form of drow. Teb backed up and then disappeared into the crowd.
And he soon reappeared by Ryldolin and Sadei. "Ryldolin," Teb said stepping up to his young brother. "This is the perfect opportunity to teach you more about fighting. Hmm, yes this spot has a good view of the fight. Now watch closely."
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"Insert some witty comment here"
Kirk looked at Fettina with a wry smile on his face. But then his expression softened a bit, and actually looked genuine. "You're worth a bit of effort, I suppose."
"Ah. A real answer. Refreshing," Tina says with a smile. She tries to sound just as wry, but it's hard with Kirk looking at her like that. "Though you don't sound too enthusiastic." 'A bit of effort, I suppose.' Pfft.
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Kirk chuckles and looks away momentarily. It's only a matter of seconds before he looks back into her eyes. "Okay, fine. You're definitely worth a lot more than a bit of effort."
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