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| The Bachelor Begins; P: Rylianis, Newt, Contestants, and Lyra | |
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| Topic Started: May 25 2009, 04:39 PM (1,380 Views) | |
| Xue Jian | May 25 2009, 04:39 PM Post #1 |
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This had to be, bar none, the strangest job Xue Jian had ever agreed to take on, although the word "agreed" was perhaps a little too kind. It had been more along the lines of, "Do the job and we'll let you live," albeit delivered with an eloquence and subtlety that seemed to characterize everyone who lived or worked inside the royal palace of Ataxarch. The swordsman stood upon a podium built into an elaborately decorated stage situated at the far end of a spacious rectangular ballroom. The walls, made from solid granite blocks drawn from a quarry in the nearby mountains, featured patterned stonework of marble and obsidian that ran the full length of the room. Dual marble staircases curved around each side of the stage, leading up to a second level that ringed the room on all sides but left the center open to the main level below. A row of ornate marble columns, each as wide as two men, rose up through the second level balcony. There they connected with heavily gilted buttresses supporting a high, vaulted ceiling, where hand-carved, obsidian crown molding lined the top of the walls. In front of each column stood a member of the royal guard at full attention, all garbed in their finest red and black tunics with puffy red sleeves. The crest of Ataxarch showed clearly on their chests, and their glaives were all held angled upward with precise uniformity. Lining the walls opposite each guardsman stood stone pedestals, nearly columns in and of themselves, supporting marble busts of various members of the nobility. They increased in rank as one neared the stage, where the largest and most finely crafted bust, featuring the visage of the Lord Rylianis himself, seemed to preside over the entire gathering, backed by an even larger casting of the Ataxarchian crest built into a plaque on the wall behind the stage. The occasion was formal and guests had turned out in droves, filling the entire hall almost to bursting. Everyone had come dressed to the nines, wearing the best their wardrobes and jewelry chests could provide. Many even had new outfits commissioned just for the event. An entire ensemble of bards lined the rear of the hall, filling the air with a subtle tune of bittersweet melancholy, while dancers, jesters, and flame wielders worked the crowd, competing to draw the largest audience with performances of fine art and beauty. Needless to say, Xue Jian himself felt largely out of place, given his commoner's background. He wasn't accustomed to the intricacies of court behavior, although he'd managed to get by somehow, drawing upon all the lessons on courtesy and manners he'd ever received in his entire life. Perhaps what made him the most uncomfortable was his attire. He'd been told in no uncertain terms that his usual outfit would be completely unsuitable for such an event, and so he'd been given a set of dress robes of red and black to wear that made him feel rather stuffy. His only saving grace was that he'd been allowed to wear his sword. Fortunately, the focus of the evening was not upon himself, but on the man seated center stage behind him, as well as the unusual group of women seated alongside of him. Xue Jian looked over at the Lord of the Realm, and at his cue, a gong sounded loudly through out the room, drawing all eyes to the stage. Xue Jian turned to face the crowd, projecting his voice out for all to hear. "Ladies and gentlemen! Esteemed guests! Your attention please! My name is Xue Jian, and I will be your host Xue Jian paused a moment and extended his arm in gesture towards the contestants seated across the stage, letting the crowd have a look. Once the applause died down, he continued. "Now I know you must all be wondering which one will be the lucky woman. The winner will be decided by his highness following a series of challenges designed to allow the ladies to display their unique talents and skills in the hopes of gaining his favor. These challenges will occur over the course of the next month." Murmurs of disappointment began to surface, but before the noise could become significant it was suddenly cut off "For tonight, I entreat you all to make merry and enjoy yourselves, but first, the Lord of the Realm would like to say a few words. Please put your hands together for his highness and your sovereign leader, the Lord Rylianis Hyr'run." Applause thundered through the crowd the moment Xue Jian spoke the Stalker's name. Stepping off the podium to make way for Rylianis, the swordsman found himself feeling quite impressed by the man's popularity amongst his ((OOC: Tags Rylianis )) |
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| Rylianis | May 26 2009, 04:18 PM Post #2 |
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Rylianis sampled an olive, and concluded that life was indeed a good thing. The ballroom was decked out beautifully in all the materials and aesthetic motifs which he liked the best. Marble, obsidian and granite, mined from the Ataxarchi mountains surrounding the city were traditional symbols of nobility in the city, and one would often find houses, statues and other notable public objects bedecked in elegant masonry. The setting, the entertainment, the food, the promise of fun and irresponsibility... all of this put a spring in the old Noble's step and a thrill in his eye. It was a shame, thought he, that all this was in aid of selecting a consort. You see, the Lord of the Realm had been experiencing a bit of a dip in popularity. Other public notaries had come to the forefront, and accomplished deeds and set laws which seemed to rival even the Lord of the Realm himself in their splendor and valour. Of course, the Lord of the Realm and his inner circle tried to divert much of the attention and credit from those individuals involved to "the greater glory of Ataxarch," but there was only so long that this could keep up. In short, the people needed a reason to feel as though the Lord of the Realm, and nobody else, was essential for the State to run. The best suggestion from the Vizieri and the Lords Terrestrial and Ecclesiastical was to find some sort of young, beautiful bride to take as his own. The Lord had been known as the most obvious, if not eligible, bachelor in all of Ataxarch (if not Avalon) and these councils felt that the absence of a Matriarch to the Realm was regrettable. At any rate, they thought, they could create more laws and more ceremonies to acknowledge and celebrate the new title of Consort by Grace and Beauty, so this would return attention, once again, to the Lord of the Realm. If none of this worked, he could always have her kidnapped or killed, thus bringing a city-wide moment of sorrow and an excuse to implement a variety of new powers - as well as eliminate a few troublemakers in the higher echelons of power. In the end, everyone in the higher councils of power thought it was a great idea except for Lord Rylianis himself - and even he gave in to the realisation that his distaste for the idea stemmed mostly from personal reasons. Whether he had in his heart another woman, or a previous love of his had hurt him too much to bear another similar pain, or whether he simply enjoyed being a bachelor and having an excuse to draft the most well-endowed women in the realm to serve as his personal bureaucracy... it is unknown. Nonetheless, he acknowledged the political efficacy of the move, and set about this process of selecting a consort. Olives and fine liquor were consumed in great quantities by Rylianis, as he prepared to address the audience and meet the competitors. He was silently amazed that as many as ten had made it through the rigorous selection process, and equally amazed by how well the host he had "employed" for the function was doing. The first time the security forces had personally introduced the foreigner to Ataxarch, he had just realised that he needed a groundskeeper and a host for the various duties involved in making this event work. The man had a strange, but charismatic appearance, he thought, and so he offered the foreigner the opportunity to introduce Rylianis to fine, exotic and compelling women, or Rylianis would introduce him to fine, exotic and compelling sensations of agony. And thus, it was the prompt of this strange, helpful, charismatic man which made Rylianis quickly down his drink and head to the stage. The Lord of the Realm was wearing the Noble dress for semi-formal occasions, which comprised of a black silk tunic with a red silk trim and gold thread embroidery. It stretched down to his feet, and was parted in the middle where buttons made from polished obsidian held it together. He wore a thick black leather belt with a marble and gold buckle in the shape of the crest of Ataxarch. Atop his head he wore a large rabbit-fur hat with a broad brim and a front pinch. Despite the finery of his dress, and the auspiciousness of the occasion, he also wore his somewhat worn utility gauntlets. Those who were more observant where it came to matters of presentation and etiquette noticed this, and commented in sarcastic tones about how typical this really was for the Noble. As he resumed a position in front of the crowd, he could see some of the women who had been successful in their applications, and with them in mind, began his little exposition. Good evening, my lords and ladies, good gentles all. I welcome you to the Feast of the Lonely, where we shall celebrate the last night that I shall hopefully ever have to spend in that frightful condition! The audience laughed and applauded appreciatively, only somewhat due to a measure of coercion. I wish to personally thank all those who have come and submitted their interest, especially those who have come forth from distant lands and... prior commitments, I am told... Indeed, some of the ladies had previously arranged engagements, for which a small army of Ataxarchi lawyers and a few hitmen had been assigned to resolve. In my life, I have rarely had the time to pursue such interests, and the various dangers to my life and occasions where I have had to travel made me an unlikely candidate for any sensible woman. Of course, not all women are sensible, but then again, neither was I. Luckily, however, I appear to have settled down for a while... Those amongst the crowd who knew better than to believe this began to stifle raucous laughter, and confidently say that I, and this realm, require an able and beautiful woman to unite our people. This woman is in this ballroom tonight, and I intend to use this opportunity to introduce those who see themselves as fit and worthy of the honour! Applause, cheering, and more than a few wolf whistles permeated the otherwise formal and refined nature of the feast. As I look upon them, I feel a sense of promise and potential - I'm sure you do too. As you look upon them, can't you see how... young! How youthful and vibrant they are! This was all that Rylianis dared to comment upon the matter. The fact that most of these women were young enough to be his daughter did not escape him, and his personal feelings about it were almost entirely positive. So, without further adieu, I invite your host, the worthy Xue Jian, to bring the first lady to you all! Cheering, forced or not, filled the venue, and he bowed slightly then retreated to his seat behind the stage. |
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| Xue Jian | May 27 2009, 09:56 AM Post #3 |
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Xue Jian stood off to the side and listened as Rylianis gave his speech, applauding at the appropriate moments and remaining still otherwise. During an opportune moment, he looked down the row of contestants and was surprised to find more than few familiar faces among them. He hadn't seen any of them in quite a long while, so he thought it would be fun to chat and catch up once the party got started. And speaking of getting started, before long it was time for him to play host again. When his name was called, Xue Jian bowed low, first to Rylianis, then to the crowd before stepping back up to the podium. "Let's hear it for the Lord Rylianis Hyr'run!" Xue Jian began, applauding briefly along with the crowd. Once things calmed down, he referred to a list of contestants that had been laid out on the podium and read the first name to himself in preparation. "As stated by the Lord of the Realm, I shall now announce the names of our contestants." Glancing over to the ladies behind him, he said, "When called, please step forward and say a few words for the audience, then return to your seat." He gestured at a spot by the podium in the front of the stage, then turned back to the crowd. "Our first lady is a dark and mysterious beauty known only as the Madam Ashiban Nexus. Everyone please give her your warmest welcome!" Applause resounded throughout the hall as mages on the upper level shined magical spotlights on the lady in question. |
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| Ashiban | May 27 2009, 10:49 AM Post #4 |
Child of perdition, daughter of sin ~Ashiban
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Ashiban sat there seeing partly amused and half way between a daydreaming state as she looked about at the large hall. People crowded the room making a horrible stink of human flesh that lingered high over their heads. It caused her to wrinkle her nose a few times and remind herself why she was doing this. Why was she doing this again? Ah yes amusement, she wanted to play around here, like an interesting game only not her own, one someone else had made up, and just the sort of game she enjoyed. Seduction, playing with emotion and most of all this thing they called love which she knew was truthfully just lust disguised as a flower. Tapping her fingers lightly she tried not to move, not even a little. She preferred looking more like a living marble statue. Her delicate porcelain skin certainly made her seem the part. It would work if not for those ever watchful violet eyes that scanned the mass of people cheering in such a fashion. She had no intentions of winning, playing the game would be rewarding enough for her, she was already starting to like it, except for the part of being in a room with more then her desired number of humans...and being seated next to many other women who she had to keep from ripping to pieces. It was not cretin why, but she truly did hate other women with a fiery passion. It was not even by her will that she hated them, she just did without reason. It had been built into her fiber of being. Perhaps to keep her from changing her gender to a male. As this Jian fellow, a strange looking gentleman announced the first woman. She sound like the sort of person she would enjoy doing harm to, yes a Madam, it would thrill her to rip her limb from limb and bath in her blood. Eat up her hear and liver and wear her eyes as an accessory. Oh wait, Madam Ashiban was she, despite it being her own self she would still like very much to beat love into the name Madam Ashiban Nexus. Still there was no time to become sadomasochistic, she had to save that for later, right now she had to address as mass of people. How exciting what should she say? Standing up slowly ebony curls fell over her shoulders. Her feminine body was draped in tight black fabric, a dress that was low cut and slit up the thigh. Long delicate fingers grabbed a corner of her dress and lifted the skirt lightly off the ground as she tread across the stage in her high heeled black shoes, most certainly becoming of a seductress. The mass of flesh cheered for her, it was most certainly new to her. Mostly when her name was announced people started throwing daggers and flaming touches. She was happy to excite the crowd a little, maybe the men were a little more excited but that was alright with her. So long as dark intensions stayed within the dark corners of her mind. Her pale curvy form came to stop near the podium as she took a graceful bow, her eyes looking down upon the mortals with playful intentions as a sweet and yet predatory smile crossed her face. The red mark upon her chest stood out from her fine flesh like a brand upon a bull. Black lips moved as she whispered to herself for a moment falling completely silent. Thoughts buzzed through her mind, she was normally a polite person but was finding it hard to address so many mortals with a considerate tone. Why was she here again...besides being bored out of her mind and sick of a slow life? Ah yes, love she was on a hunt to see if she could feel it, there had to be more to her then emptiness, correct. Masters had to make her with some sort of feeling. In the beginning she was born empty, she was death, now she is this...this shell must feel something more. Words were warm and seductive, dark and alluring as she spoke with honesty or not. It did not matter to her so long as she could sit back down and avoid they eyes of all the unwelcome attention that made her feel like a caged dog. "Well hello my dear creatures, it is a pleasure to be apart of this...contest. I suppose it will be exciting for a time, it gives me something better to do then harass the people of your kingdoms. Some good must come of that at least. Well then my delicate little chimps, live long happy lives and have many strong sons." Turning from the crowd she made her way back to her seat with a dark smile upon her lips. Her motion like that of a cats as she whispered to herself, "Because daughters are wasted upon this earth." Those words came spiteful and dark from such delicate lips. Her secret intentions remained hidden behind those starlight eyes sheltering the true nature of a furious beast that dwelled in the depths of her fragile frame. Her eyes meet the man who this was apparently all for but only for a moment. He was much older then all the women here...all but her. She may have a youthful completion but her age was...well ageless, there was no number you could put upon her for she was around before time was invented. He looked impressive enough but she had seen it all, she had slept with gods and mingled with kings, was this completely worth it? Perhaps, if it could teach her love it would truly be worth it but even the word love felt like a greasy coin in her mouth, it lest a bitter taste on her lips and caused her to bit her lip in an attempt to bleed just so the flavor of her own dark blood could settle her stomach. She moved with poise as she took her seat again, her eyes fixed on the soft fabric of her dress that shimmered so softly in the light. What place has a serpent among mortals anyways, no creature could love her and she could not love. What would she even get out of the arrangement if she won...a cage? 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| Xue Jian | May 27 2009, 03:36 PM Post #5 |
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Watching Ashiban make her way up to the front and speak, Xue Jian thought that Rylianis was going to be in for a fun time if all the ladies were as attractive as she appeared at first glance. Then she started talking, and Xue Jian's opinion did an about face. The words that came from her mouth were clear and eloquent, but at the same time, somewhat frightening. To Xue Jian she sounded less like a contestant and more like someone who was bored and simply indulging in the game to pass the time. It seemed that the audience also shared his thoughts, for as Ashiban completed her introduction and walked back to her place, the onlookers had grown still and silent. "Let's hear it for contestant number one!" Xue Jian said, clapping politely and trying to rouse support from the crowd. Although he was unaware, it seemed the men in black felt no inclination to impose applause for anyone but Rylianis, so only those people that clapped whenever someone else did - and there were always a few in every crowd - responded to Xue Jian's attempt at courtesy. "Moving on, then!" He said hastily. "Please welcome contestant number two, a traveling sell sword and friend of wild animals, Ai Kyuuketsuki!" Xue Jian knew that she was really an assassin, but he couldn't come right out and call her that here. He didn't want her to get locked up in a dungeon or be summarily executed. Idly, he wondered if she was on a job. He didn't know her very well, but it was hard for him to believe that she actually wanted to be Rylianis' consort. He been wrong before though, so only time would tell. If you choose this one, Lord Hyr'run, I hope you like pets ... |
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| Findros | May 27 2009, 06:47 PM Post #6 |
Half goblin...Half elf...All trouble
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Findros coughed a little as he took another ample swig of a potent pale spirit, which had been distilled from some rare mountain herb, or so some paunchy featherbrain had babbled in explanation earlier, automatically assuming Finn cared in the least to know what he was drinking- As long as it made this whole beauty pageant a little less painful, it didn’t make a damn bit of difference to him. He drained his glass and set it down on the nearest serving tray, turning instead to select some sort of dried out bread slice garnished with what appeared to be a fishy pâté from a passing hors d'œuvre platter. He eyed it warily, took a taste, gagged, and promptly spat the mess back out onto the cracker before replacing it amidst the carefully arranged display before the server could disappear with the tray into the crowd again. Without missing a beat, he snatched another glass of the pale liquor from another passing server to drown out the taste of what was no doubt a noble delicacy to everyone else here; Finn hadn’t the faintest idea why, but he could at least chuckle a little at the thought that some chump would unknowingly enjoy his discards, as he’d made sure to leave the stuff just the way he’d found it…with the…whatwasit- Ordurves? Pffsh. More like ordure platter. No wait, his vocabulary was not quite that seasoned. It really was a wonder he was getting away with this, even though he’d quite literally gotten away with murder on more than one…two…twelve occasions. Clearly, otherwise he would have been dead by now. In this case, it was mere impersonation and planned theft, although the swindler was quite sure even sneezing at the wrong time or place here could warrant the death penalty. Either way, Findros wasn’t trying very hard to look his part. Still, he’d grown out his beard to disguise himself, hidden his characteristic ponytail beneath a leather cowl, and neglected to bathe even more often than usual to conform to the guise of a lowly commoner that, if not for the smell, would easily go unnoticed. There was little he could do to cover up his large, elfin ears though, but he trusted the inflated egos of these ruffle-necked bastards would simply dismiss his foreign descent as being characteristic of his supposed lower class. He could hide his tattoos better, under long sleeves and a rather itchy poncho he could swear had been made from a potato sack. The Royal Guard had insisted on making him look more presentable with a black overcoat bearing the imperial colors and crest, which was a complete failure in Finn’s opinion. He personally fancied they all looked like royal ponces, strutting about in lace and velvet, with codpieces to match their outfits no less. He must be the only one there with balls or a sense of humor, since everyone else almost pissed themselves if one of those nancy boys so much as looked at them. Then again, they were armed. The only sort of weapon Finn was carrying on his person was a gardening trowel. Apparently, most of the idiot automatons here accepted the decidedly vague title of “groundskeeper” quite readily. Regrettably, he’d been forced had to leave his swords and other possessions hidden in an abandoned building in the Ataxarchian slums, as he would never have been let near their lord so armed. Interestingly enough, not everyone here was a complete fool- the King had some sense, he’d give him that- he’d engineered this whole city to run like clockwork, entirely controllable by his every whim while he sat pretty on his fat ass, free to take anything and everything he wanted at will while his underlings feared for their lives. Finn was sure someone would succeed in putting the bastard out of his misery sooner or later, and while he guessed he himself could pull it off, it was far more fun to enjoy the pompus rat’s spoils right out from under his nose. The halfbreed chuckled gleefully before emptying his glass and patting his chest as if to ease the burning sensation, his breath already heavy with the stench of alcohol as he grabbed yet another drink from the circling server. He ignored a few sidelong glances of disgust from nearby nobles as he chugged it and burped loudly, noting he might have otherwise thought to check for poison had he been anyone of importance around here. The one advantage of being low born in this accursed place is that you were allowed the tiniest sliver of freedom, seeing as imperial forces couldn’t possibly be bothered to keep a watch on nearly everyone, especially if the majority of the population was otherwise preoccupied with rampant gambling, constant drinking, and going hungry. It was the Ataxarchian government’s selective neglect that first brought him here, ironically promising the perfect place to do some black market trading. A particularly fortunate routine robbery had landed Finn with a valuable shipment of an apothecary’s potions, including a widely outlawed concoction that so usefully bent the recipient to another’s will as good as any mage’s spell. The thief had figured he’d fetch a higher price here, where so many things were outlawed, and managed to smuggle his wares in amongst a food shipment. Of course, he had lost a good third of his stock when he used it on that nameless groundskeeper and swiped his papers, which Finn supposed had paid off in the long run seeing as it had landed him here. Luckily enough, photographic ID’s hadn’t been invented yet, and he was quite sure no one would ever find the body of the man he was impersonating, but he still wished he’d had some of that potion left just in case. He almost made to smooth his greasy hair back in a self congratulatory manner, but alas the ceremony had started, and everyone was apparently being forced to clap. Finn rolled his eyes and weakly brought his hands together to slap quieter than a dying fish. He’d have to watch every step here, in a society ruled with an iron fist. Sure, he’d heard rumors of the Lord’s scheming rise to power that were surely true, but that was something anyone with any brawn and half a brain could do. He’d bet riches the old codger didn’t have a friend in the place. Findros snorted as he examined the gaudy decorations and ornate architecture, the rows of uniformed men standing at attention- No doubt the bastard was compensating for something. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he traced the towering columns to the vaulted ceilings and back down again to the oversized statue of the King himself. Yeah, his was definitely bigger. He had to hand it to the guy though, having his pick of all those girls couldn’t be too bad. From what Findros could see through the heads in the crowd, they were all young and pretty, as could be expected- Brainless probably, but that’d only make them easier to bed. If only he had more of that potion. The crowd roared again, drowning out the announcer’s words and reminding Finn he had a growing headache. What was that he said? “Lord Retard of Hyrule”?? Whoever he was looked to him to be wearing some manner of dead furry animal atop his head. What an ass. Findros shook his head and consoled himself with another drink, and the thought that at the very least, the food and drink were free. He was sure this whole spectacle would be entertaining in any event, although he couldn’t help but wonder exactly what he’d gotten himself into. Again, the king’s cronies were holding up signs for applause and laughter, an unspoken order Findros chose to ignore until one of the guards glared him into hesitantly complying. Bastard. He supposed he’d have to at least attempt to blend in… What was he supposed to be doing again? Performing janitorial duties, keeping the contest grounds in order, and picking up the slack in the event the regular entourage of servers were Evidently, the Ataxarchian Guard had unwittingly made the mistake of thinking the prospect of imminent death would dissuade him from getting into mischief. "Our first lady is a dark and mysterious beauty known only as the Madam Ashiban Nexus. Everyone please give her your warmest welcome!" Findros almost spat out his drink- Ashiban!? What was she doing here?? Shoving a few bystanders aside to get a closer look, he froze when he spied the familiar raven-haired lady he’d known just long enough to remember. The advantage of going somewhere he’d never been was that no one could recognize him here- Or so he’d thought. He cursed under his breath as she began to speak, his liquor-logged brain already racing to figure out what he’d do if and when she recognized him…His train of thought completely derailed once he really laid eyes on her, and he took his time tracing her ample curves through the sheer fabric of her dress before he could muster his thoughts again. He’d have to He almost laughed again upon hearing the audience’s puzzled murmurs and mildly disturbed reactions to the demonness’ speech- They obviously had no idea what they were dealing with…But he did, and that would work conveniently to his advantage. He could guess with certainty she was in this for nothing more than sport, just as he was, and he’d just have to make sure she knew damn well that if she ratted him out, her little game would be over too. He grinned wickedly, lazily wiping the last of his drink from his lips. Damn. 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| Ai Kyuuketsuki | May 27 2009, 09:20 PM Post #7 |
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Ai walked up and grinned at Jian. A small bird rested on her shoulder. In fact it was her smallest bird, Utatori, the songbird. "Hey Jian long time no see." She looked out at the crowd and took one of her hands moving some raven black hair off the shoulder. The shoulder was the one with the bird it was to let her bird sit there better. Ai closed her crystal blue eyes for a moment and listened to the almost complete silence of the room. "Hello everyone who has probably never seen, heard of, or ever known I exsisted before." Ai spoke opening her eyes around the middle of her words. She nodded to them all in a form of knowing they were there. "But thats how life goes. I am glad to be here and no one in thhis room is going to know why I am here." She placed a hand up to her shoulder and started to calmy stroke Utatori's head. "Mostly for the fact I will never see most of you again." Ai took a step back and lowered her head slightly in a small form of a bow. "Well good day and good night." Where the last words she said to them before sitting back down. Utatori flew into her lap as she was fully seated. |
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| Xue Jian | May 29 2009, 04:48 AM Post #8 |
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Xue Jian gave only a smile and nod in response to Ai's greeting. He would have time to chat with her more once the opening ceremony was finished. As she gave her introduction, Xue Jian glanced around the room looking for signs of the rest of Ai's pets. He could imagine the stir her other animal companions would cause if they were around. Nobody had 'cried wolf' yet though, so Xue Jian didn't worry too much about it. Once Ai completed her speech and stepped down, Xue Jian once again tried to rouse applause from the audience, achieving only limited success. Ai's words had been nearly as odd as Ashiban's, if less frightening. They seemed to hint that she was indeed on a job, but Xue Jian sincerely hoped, for her sake, that he was wrong about that. He also hoped that the contestants would start garnering more support from the audience, otherwise this ceremony was going to end up a bust. Looking at the list, he saw that the next contestant was another familiar name, and he smiled, remembering how she'd found him at the base of the Phantom Falls, drenched and embarrassed, before helping him learn how to fly. "Contestant number three is a rare and beautiful Tamwyn, or fire angel. Please put your hands together for Zathra Lushita!" |
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| Zathra Lushita | May 29 2009, 12:48 PM Post #9 |
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Zathra stood up from her chair, a smile softening her features. Her violet eyes wandered over the host, a man she knew, then graced the Lord of the Realm with a glance. She winked at him, her smile growing slightly. She mouthed a hello to Jian, then mentally activated the spell that released her wings, feeling she had a bit of a right to show off. Besides, who could see her small figure whilst she was on the ground? Keeping her legs strategically crossed so as to not reveal anything she didn't want seen, she rose up, gathering eyes, not that she cared about the spectators. She only wanted the attention of the prize, whom she kept her lavender gaze upon. She spoke as if to the whole room, though her words were meant for only one set of ears. "Hello. I am incredibly excited to have been chosen to join this contest." Not that it's any contest at all, she thought dryly. "A warning: I'm in it to win it, or I would not have applied." Her smile had become a bit frightening, a little more dangerous. She glared down the row of women. "Be aware darlings, I'm stubborn, and if I want something, I have no qualms fighting for it. I will be utterly and completely honest in this contest. Though my definition of honesty differs from all of yours. In mine, what you see is what you get. I will not lie about who I am, or what I do." Her icy stare became warm again as she returned it to the Lord of the Realm. "But, of course, this is supposed to be a fun little game, and I will enjoy playing it to the end, the very, very end. May the best woman win." Won't take long to weed out the ones who don't belong here. Zathra carefully fluttered over to hover above her chair, lowering herself until she was a mere few inches above her seat. She deactivated the magic for her wings and plopped down, somehow maintaining an air of grace in her sudden descent. Her confident smile never left her lips, knowing that confidence alone had won her many things before. She knew she'd play her cards right. If not now, then later. The other peoples' opinions didn't mean a damn thing to her. All that mattered was what happened with the Lord whilst he was in her company. She leaned back in her chair, watching, waiting, all the while with a smile that said she owned the world. |
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| Xue Jian | May 30 2009, 06:03 PM Post #10 |
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Zathra chose a most flamboyant method for introducing herself and was thus the first of the contestants to garner applause without any prompting from Xue Jian. The host too found himself captivated as the Tamwyn hovered over the stage and gave her speech, her bold and competitive words eliciting hoots and cheers from the audience. Once her introduction was finished, she flew back down to her seat, smiling confidently all the while, and the reaction from the crowd was thunderous. Xue Jian's subsequent call for more applause was not only unnecessary, it was drowned out completely. This made Xue Jian feel somewhat relieved. Not because Zathra's turn had ended, but because she'd been so well received. After seeing the reception for the first two ladies, he'd begun to worry that all of the contestants were going to fall similarly flat. And while it occurred to him that it didn't really matter what the audience thought as long as the Lord of the Realm was happy, he still hoped that Zathra had started a new trend. Once the applause died down, Xue Jian cleared his throat and read the next name on the list. He didn't know anything about the next lady, so he kept it short and simple. "And now, please welcome contestant number four, Thana Seraphine." |
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| Thana Seraphine | May 30 2009, 09:41 PM Post #11 |
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Thana wanted to roll her eyes. She couldn't believe that she had actually been threatened by her tribe that if she didn't do this, and make it look convincing, they would kill her only family left, two cousins, both human from her mother's side. Since when did demons start plotting like human beings. The only thing that saved her from acting completely against the event, was that Thana saw the merit in the union. Not merit in the public humiliation among her people that she was, no doubt, going to recieve, but the merit in the fact that if she won the event, despite being at the beck and call of the Lord that sat not far from them all, she would never have to see another member of her tribe so long as she wished it. She had plenty to offer the lord, and she knew it. Though she was older than even the Lord himself, she definitely didn't look it, and there was no way in hell that she was going to let on to the fact that she wasn't, in fact, 23, but rather 68. They'd learn that all in due time. She'd be more than willing to pledge herself to the loyalty of a Lord that kept her out of the hands of her people. Her head lifted gently as she heard her own name called. Thana knew that she didn't have the grace of most of the other women there, but she didn't really care. She stood from her seat, the rediculous gown she wore was low-cut, and altogether annoying, but the shop owner had said something about it matching the color of her green eyes beautifully. Whatever... She thought as she turned to address the audience. Her red tresses flowed freely around her. The air about her wasn't cold or calculated, but rather one intelligence and comfort. Thana was at ease and it wasn't as if she didn't have a conscience. She knew well enough that if she won this, she'd have a part in putting up a front as a happy, young woman. Her voice was strong, clear and concise, though she gentled her tone somewhat and an underlying tone of humor tinged her words. Perhaps it would make her appear happier? More radiant? She hoped so. "I, like the other contestamts, look forward to the events to follow this ceremony." That's right. Appear nice, calm and gentle for the rest of the contestants and audience. She looked over a the bored look that the Lord seemed to hold, and a brief flicker of a smirk formed on her lips. Screw it. I dont think he's interested in dainty women with soft hearts. Might as well be yourself then. "I've trained long and hard with the weapons of my choice, and am not at all a housewife, persay. I will take care of anyone who threatens me or any of my charges or acquaintances. I'm the daughter of an aristocrat-" Yes that would do, no need to alarm the people and tell them that said aristocrat was a fire demon that you murdered. "and common woman, and from them have learned the merrits of a joint union between two people with a common goal. I look forward to meeting with the Lord a little later on." She said, casting a meaningful glance in his direction. "And hopefully, winning the competiton." She finished. Thana sat down in her seat without much ceremony and smiled to herself and the audience. There, at least she had given the audiance and the Lord a little to think about in regards to her nature. |
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| Xue Jian | Jun 1 2009, 07:24 AM Post #12 |
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Thana stepped forward from her seat with a calm poise that Xue Jian found most admirable. Her low-cut green dress was tastefully alluring, covering enough for the sake of decency while still drawing the eye to just the right places. Where her predecessors had been a mix of frightful, mysterious, and bold, Thana was clear and to the point. Her words were confident, yet not to the point of arrogance, and she was the first to appeal to the practical side of being the Lord of the Realm's consort. She wasn't there to entertain herself or to win for the sake of winning. This woman appreciated the fact that after the contest was over, the winner would be expected to fill a challenging role by Lord Hyr'run's side. The audience appreciated her candor, and while their applause lacked the raucous cheering that Zathra had received, Thana garnered a reception that was filled with something arguably better. Respect. "Thana Seraphine, everyone!" Xue Jian called, clapping his hands while the lady took her seat. The next name on the list was another he didn't know, but glancing back at her gave Xue Jian pause. He recognized her face. The problem was that when they'd met previously, he'd taken her for a boy named Jak ... a very rude boy who'd tried to accuse Xue Jian of being a thief in the middle of a public market place. Looking at her all dolled up for the competition, there was no doubt she was female, but he could see now how he'd mistaken her gender before, given that she was small and slim of stature. In any case, Xue Jian found it quite surprising that 'Jak' was in this competition. Judging from their last meeting, becoming a lord's consort seemed like the last thing she would have wanted to do. Forcing a smile, he turned back to the audience and announced her, eager to hear what she had to say. "And now for contestant number five, the Lady Momiji Aiko Aina." |
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| Reiku | Jun 1 2009, 05:02 PM Post #13 |
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Two things entered his mind as of the moment. Why was he chosen as the questionnaire? And how the hell can he get lost from the simple directions such as go left and down the hall? Ugh, this was frustrating. He would have been there by now had he not been looking around and his eyes going over almost literally everything. He was a thief still, though it had been a while since he had simply stolen anything. All these artifacts and furniture made his eyes avert his gaze from the path he was suppose to take. Now he was wandering the halls, looking for people to ask for directions while his eyes kept themselves on looking at the other things. Yes, it was foolish and he needed to control those eyes so he can finally figure out what it is he can do so he can get out of this mess. He also wondered why he had been chosen as the one to ask the questions. Maybe he can start asking that to the contestants. A yes, there were contestants. This was supposed to be a contest for the bachelor noble or Atarxach. Seems like a very fun event. Oh...he should starts finding his way now...and perhaps start thinking up questions as well. [still lost xP] |
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| Rylianis | Jun 2 2009, 12:40 PM Post #14 |
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This is so much fun... If Rylianis was initially unsure about the usefulness or enjoyment that he would get out of an exercise such as this, these doubts were quickly erased from his mind from the moment he saw the first bachelorette. The subsequent contestants were no less wonderful in his eyes... and so strange! Every one of them challenged him in new and interesting ways, so he thought it best, as he ordered another cider, to recap how the contest had run so far, and think about the various places he could take these beauties. It's simply wonderful how well my host creature thing is doing – play on, my little muppet, play on! It was all he could do to restrain himself from loud, drunk, imperious laughter. To be fought over, in a room of admirers and followers, built upon the corpses of my detractors, whilst happily consuming the finest of the Earth with the blessing of the Heavens... This is the life. The first woman was announced by the host... and what a woman she was. Her stride was slow and purposeful – las though every movement of her legs was an act in seduction. Her skin and lips were perfect in the same way, inviting with every word she spoke, and with every gesture came the promise of something else entirely. He leaned backwards into his chair in awe, and spoke in a whisper to his left hand servant for a glass of ginger wine and lemon without taking his eyes of the lady before him. Today, he had not brought his other, female, servants, for he did not think it would be prudent to introduce himself in a way that made him appear to be an immature bachelor. They'll just have to figure that out for themselves later... He mused, and thought fondly of the women he would have chosen if he had the opportunity. Like a cool breeze in summer, her address to the feast came and went before anybody knew to appreciate it. On the other hand, he had never known a cool breeze that was this awkward. Wasted on this earth? What the hell does that mean? Is she, like, a crazy person? He tried not to let this confusion reach his face, but didn't know whether it worked. It would appear that the audience did not know what to think either – whether this was a genuine contestant or was going to start eating people once the party really got going. Not even the security ninjas held their signs - it was baffling. Before he could spend too much time thinking about it, his delightful host had already tried to mitigate the uncomfortable atmosphere she had created, and announced the next lady. So this one is called Ai, hm? He adjusted his posture to a normal one, befitting of his stature, and put his goblet to his lips only to realise that it was empty. Such a state of affairs was considered a tragedy by the steadily more intoxicated noble, so he asked his right hand servant for a cup of molled wine. She doesn't seem too delighted to be here. He mused, as he sat patiently through the girl's introduction. The audience tended to agree with him, for he observed and intuited a great sense of being underwhelmed by her approach to the competition. Regardless, The Stalker sat upright and polite as would be expected - taking polite sips of his drink, making polite eye contact and, upon her finish, conducting a polite smattering of applause. Perhaps it was this concern with politeness that made it obvious how bored he was, because those people around him picked up on his lack of enthusiasm and showed an exaggerated lethargy in turn... It could also be because they have independent wills and minds... who am I kidding, these are Public Office bureaucrats, they don't have such things. They're obviously brown-nosing as usual... In a way, however, she did intrigue him. If it was so obvious that she did not want to be here, then why did she apply? The first thing that came to his head was that she was thief of some kind, but that did not make sense as such a thief would wish to remain as long as possible, thus not garnering attention of the kind that he was now contemplating. Indeed, the very fact that he was contemplating that she could be a person of ill intent was evidence of her lack of experience in such areas, so he brushed that aside... Perhaps she just needs the money? Perhaps this was a dare? Who is to say – her attitude had best improve, though. Then suddenly, just as he was still thinking about the odd disinterest of the former contestant in his fine and noble self, an angel ascended from the crowd and hovered to the pedestal. What a wonderful litle party trick! He had thought, and leaned forward to get a better view. As she spoke, and the remnants of his drink splashed idly within his goblet, he became more and more intrigued with this “fire angel,” and wondered whether he had seen her before. He had worked with a lot of people in the past, but he felt sure that he could remember something as remarkable as that. At any rate, he resolved to ask her later, and simply enjoy the spectacle for now. Physically, he thought, she was everything he could ask for, and with those wings, just a little bit more. Contemplation on matters like that necessarily occasioned some serious beard-stroking, and with his free hand, he engaged in just that activity. It would be a waste of a professional beard-trimming to not do so, he thought. Honesty. Ordinarily, that would be quite a beautiful and treasured trait, but you stand here in a den of snakes, my darling fire angel. A predisposition to honesty here is like a drow's weakness to sunlight. Perhaps it is as you say, that you are strong enough to be honest and living by the end of this. Perhaps if I chose you, and you could put up with me for long enough, you might live long enough to see me die. If so, I could use someone like that at my side... but as my consort? I would prefer someone who I could dominate a bit easier. We shall see. Still, I definitely like how aggressive she is. I wonder if she ever mellows out... Indeed, the part of Rylianis which consisted of The Stalker (and by now, this part had begun to eclipse his personal side) preferred a more helpless woman, so that he might never be threatened, not in force nor law, but at the same time, he enjoyed her liveliness. The excitement he felt caused him to fidget about, and he felt compelled to leap up and start talking to her, but he remembered her place due to the grace of his delightful host, and awaited the next contestant. Another beauty, yes. That seemed to be the trend, after all. For all the single-minded stuffiness that the Public Office, they managed to avoid creaming their standard-issue breeches for long enough to pick only the best of the best. Well done, pencil necks. This one also had a competitive edge to her, but it was more subtle than Zathra's, and showed itself only in her body language. She held a confident, refined pose, and there was perhaps more to her than met the eye. Overall, he was thrilled to have two excellent (redhead) contestants in a row. More thrilled than he ought to be... perhaps he was drinking too much. Or, perhaps, not enough! He thought, as he ordered an apple, and some cider to help it go down. The decadent amusement of the Lord of Ataxarch would become legendary after an event like this. |
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| Momiji | Jun 4 2009, 06:09 AM Post #15 |
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Sluts, the lot of them. Useless and grovelling for the sake of a man no one had even heard of. Throughout the entire first part of the ceremony, she'd been eyeing the other women with distaste, her eyes emotionless, and her mouth curved into a gentle frown. "Look at them, fluffing themselves up and making speeches like anyone is listening. And all the innuendo! For the love of god, he's a man, not a piece of meat," she thought to herself, trying hard to keep from fleeing the hall altogether. She was here ... for a reason. One that she wasn't even sure of. Perhaps she was curious. Perhaps she'd heard that the man in question had been behind a certain heist in Fincayra. Or maybe she was lonely. Whatever the reason, here she sat, and here she would stay. "Besides, leaving now would be like quitting, and I'd hate to give the impression that I came only to gawk." Shifting slightly, she refused to even glance down at her dress, or even worse, her corset. Momo had a scant shape, almost androgynous, though she did possess curves. However, some maid had corseted her within an inch of her life, in an attempt to try and measure her up to the rest of the 'competition'. It felt strange, wearing the sole blue dress she'd taken when she'd left home. It was neither overly revealing, nor modest. The color had been picked out as one of her favorites, and the skirts were gently bellshaped. She wasn't a large girl, but there was no doubt that she was a woman. "Besides, my job here isn't to seduce him in front of the other ladies. I'd rather just speak to him, anyway." Mentally preparing herself for some sort of speech that apparently she was expected to give, Momo surveyed the man who seemed to be running the show, and recognized him with a start. "Shit. Of all the men in the world, he had to be friends with that one. I might have ruined my chances. I should speak to him later, to explain myself. Though, I suppose, once Mister Bachelor finds out what I really am, he might just ask me to leave." Her name prompted her to stand, and she did so gracefully. Momiji had no plans to make a long speech; just something he could remember her by. Besides, the other girls were getting downright catty and frightening, and she didn't want to stoop to such nonsense. Stepping carefully across the floor, her heels tapping, she turned and faced the crowd. After a moment of a look that could only be described as a "doe in the headlights", she broke into a good natured smile. "Hello, I'm Momiji Aina, as Xue was so kind to introduce me. I'm not really a lady; but mother always wanted me to be one, so I suppose she'd be damn happy with how this turned out. I suppose I'm not used to selling myself like cattle to slaughter, I apologize if my words are awkward. I'm here because I'm curious and ... I'd like to find the man behind the pomp and circumstance. I'd like to see if there is someone worthwhile there. If he exists. If not, then this is a waste of my time." Smiling just as sweet as she had before, she made her way back to her seat, her eyes never leaving Rylianis's the entire time. She was honest, to a fault (unless it had to do with her certain 'business' deals). There would be no sugar coating from her. Edited by Momiji, Jun 5 2009, 09:19 AM.
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