Alec Maris Quell The Arcadian Institute of Magis Arcadia Grand Eccentrique Meeting Room Y1054 Accompanying: The Eccentrique
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Alec straightened slightly as he was addressed, his face breaking into a grin as he registered who had spoken. He bowed slightly in greeting, though he did not rise fully from his chair as he did so, though he knew she wouldn't mind. Ma Liaohue had become an unexpected yet welcome friend to him over the years they had known each other. Ever the helpful hand, she was always willing to hear out his most outlandish ideas and helped whenever she could to provide elements to aid in his experiments. Plant cells were still a foreign realm to him and her insight was always appreciated.
"The cells are proving tricky to work with but I think I am managing something." he said in a soft voice as he nodded to his notebook. He had left the tattered looking book open on the desk in front of him, the pages cramped with words and pictures scrawled in a tight neat hand. "I do think there is something to be gained from using plant and skin cells in tandem to bandage wounds. With certain plants I am sure it would triple the speed of healing and would be an invaluable tool in battle." He made an effort to keep his voice low so as not to disturb others around the room. Most in the room would likely find the conversation a dull one and he didn't feel the need to involve them. This meeting wasn't about him, after all. "That reminds me...I was wondering if I could bother you for something to help with the experiments. Something soothing in nature, an aloe perhaps? I'm thinking if I start with something surface like a burn it would be easier to-"
His thoughts trailed off as an unexpected person entered the room. Alec had only had the pleasure of meeting Kai on few occasions but each of them was memorable. There had, in fact, been meetings in the past where the islander's presence had been requested and he had chosen not to attend at all. Alec had an almost fond memory of Kai showing up at the tail end of a meeting, all charm and apologies. None of the apologies had been convincing in the slightest and it was evident to anyone paying attention that he simply couldn't be bothered to attend the meeting at all. There was a certain charm to that. If Alec was being completely honest with himself there was a certain charm to everything Kai did. Of course, he would never admit that to himself. Work was work and Kai was an enigma. An unreachable enigma. But he couldn't help but wonder-
His thoughts were jostled once again as another latecomer entered the room. Abrish the apprentice. Alec didn't have an apprentice yet but he had always been open to the idea. No one had stood out yet to him and, even if they had, convincing someone to take on this life was difficult work. Before he could wonder why she was here unattended she spoke and Alec felt the grin fade from his face. Loss of life was always a burden and he had been completely unaware of the old master's death. He bowed his head slightly and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he offered a moment of silent remembrance for Cryion. Had the others known before today or was this news to all of them? The apprentice...the new Aquarius, that is, didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the news.
"We mourn your loss." Alec said softly as he looked back up at the young woman. "Please, let us know if there is anything we can do to help you in this time of mourning." He felt the need to include everyone else in that statement as no one would have offered if he hadn't. At least, he didn't think they would. "I'm sure you know, but I am Alec Quell, or the Sagittarius." He offered her a smile and looked around the room, his eyes finally falling on Liaohue, a silent invitation for her to speak next.
Alec Maris Quell The Arcadian Institute of Magis Arcadia Grand Eccentrique Meeting Room Y1054 ____________________________________________________
Alec looked glumly at the elaborate timepiece stationed at the end of the room. He had, in fact, been looking glumly at this timepiece for quite some time. He knew for a fact that not all of the members of their elite club would be at this meeting. He was still unsure as to the identity of many of the members of the Eccentrique but he did know a few. Usually he was too busy with his own studies and duties to pay much attention to any of the others and trusted that they were attending to his own duties. That being said, he did hold a fondness for certain members of their small club.
After another agonizing moment of staring at the timepiece he decided to turn his attention back to the group. He knew there was a reason why they had gathered here and it was likely a good one but he couldn’t quite recall what it was. He had been so caught up in his current research that he had nearly ignored the summons altogether. The study of biology was much more fascinating than some stuffy meeting and he had been experimenting with individual cells, trying to determine if the combination of different cells could be possible for a simple transfer of material. It was something he was sure he himself would be capable of and he wasn’t sure of the consequences of trying to mix, say, a plant cell with a hard cell wall with an animal cell with a softer cell membrane but he was sure there was something there worth dissecting further. Perhaps he could try some simple grafting on himself or a rat…
His eyes refocused as his attention snapped back to what was happening in the room and he sought out Adaire in the room. Experimenting on a rat was something she would likely not appreciate but some things had to be done for the sake of knowledge. Looking at her face, though, he came to a swift decision that self-experimentation would be the best way to go. Best not to anger a friend. He made eye contact and crossed his eyes slightly before refocusing on the timepiece, a small smile tugging at his lips, a small communication that he had not been paying attention in the slightest. He was vaguely aware that there had been brief conversation but he couldn’t bring himself to concentrate. Not only did this meeting seem tedious but he had work left to be done and snacks yet to be eaten. Perhaps if he had eaten earlier it wouldn’t be so hard to pay attention.
He sighed softly as the timepiece stubbornly refused to make time move faster. “I don’t think anyone else is coming.” He said, his soft voice at odds with his large frame. “So shall we adjourn for later? Or is this matter really so urgent?” At this point he was entirely sure the matter at hand had been, at least briefly, discussed. He would really have to make a point to bring snacks to the next meeting.
The line of questioning had certainly taken an odd turn. Most didn't discuss Magis privately, it seemed an odd play to bring the subject out in the open like this. He wasn't sure exactly what game Vianacelli was playing with a question like that. He also wasn't sure what the candidates were playing at with their answers. Brighteye's seemed the most tactful in the generality of the statement. Many of the elite would accept a God fearing response. Hythia, on the other hand, brought an answer that did nothing more than stir the pot. The man knew well that the nonacceptance and hiding of powers was a long standing and fear ridden tradition in these lands and yet he openly supports the idea of venturing further into exploration and understanding...an interesting response and one he was sure many of the elite here would not sympathize with. And then there was Valda. Indeed, a talented tactician. Offer a solution that can help to keep the issue underhand but also out of sight. She was a tricky one to watch out for, indeed. He knew, however, that his next question would leave the debate surely at Hythia's feet.
Archie rose from his seat to pose his question, his presence silencing some of the disquieted muttering around him. "If I may," He cleared his throat as he began. "Regarding foreign relations, I know that many, including myself, are interested in expanding trade with foreign lands and strengthening foreign ties. What are your thoughts considering foreign relations?" He sat down after his question was posed, his mind racing again with thoughts of the missing girl and his business, which was currently going through a rough spot. The question was meant to be lengthier and contain more political jargon, something he was sure at which Hythia would accelerate and the others would struggle to respond to. As it was, he was in no fit mental state to participate in the political game at the moment. As soon as this was over he planned on going directly home and communicating with any underworld and spy network he could find to discover her location.
Reggie's fascination was only expanded by the candidates following answers. Even with the small slip up Miss Valda presented he still found her answer the most compelling. Tax the rich more, of course, it made the most sense. He had always considered it a great honor to be able to employ others less fortunate than he and pay them wages they had only otherwise dreamed of. By getting taxed more he would be able to help the governing forces help those less fortunate as well. He had no notion of how much they currently paid in taxes or how the taxation system worked in its entirety but he was certain his family could afford to pay more. He found himself leaning forward in his chair as the debate continued wondering idly how he would answer if he were the one being questioned. He did like the confidence that Hythia had when it came to his address, he would certainly use that in the future. He didn't understand all of what the man spoke of during his address but that didn't matter much now. He would discover it soon enough, he was sure. His thoughts began to race as he further envisioned the life of a politician and how he could claim it as his own. _________________________________________- Aphera Evermore Alessandria, Marieve: Truce Embassy. Accompanying Candidate Teams.
Aphera continued to watch with eyes only on her mistress. Why had no one asked how the candidates would bring in the glories of the heavens like none other than Gabrielle Brighteye could do? Why had no one considered that there was only one that could bring them into a shining world of truth, justice, and happiness and that that person was, obviously, Gabrielle Brighteye. Her eyes shifted from her mistress and scanned the crowd briefly, her eyes keen and alert, her body always ready if she needed to draw bow or sword. She didn't know for certain if anyone would be here today to attempt harm on her mistress but she couldn't be too careful. Indeed, it seemed someone had already tried to do her harm and it was someone her mistress had held in confidence. Aphera was determined such insolence would never slide past her attention again. Her eye turned to Eir'Asa and she frowned slightly. She couldn't possibly distrust one of the Draconian. He would forever be faithful, she was sure of it. Would she be able to kill him if he proved unworthy? Fear not. She head whispered on the wind. This man is one you can trust. He will leave and he will return and you can always consider him an ally. Her frown dissipated and she nodded slightly, acknowledging the words of the trees and flowers around her. Of course, he would be a steadfast friend to her and to her mistress, now and always.
Reggie sat enthralled as the candidates spoke. He had always considered himself rather above politics, too enraptured in the beauty and joy of life to bother with lowering himself to the petty games and rules of political play. He was finding now, however, that there was rather more to enjoy than he had originally anticipated. Truly, the game had only just begun but there was already blood on the floor, so to speak. Already a dead man mentioned and opening statements had only just concluded? Not to mention, Miss Valda seemed to be coming out full force with her little speech. Whether she meant it or not, she had laid tragic blows against both of her competitors. He knew he should be on Malachi's side, his father was, after all, but he couldn't help but rooting for the warrior woman. She seemed the most human out of all of them. Hythia was well spoken, of course, and a sure win when it came to convincing those with power. Miss Brighteye, on the other hand, would have no trouble winning over any and all with love for the church. Ridiculous as he found the whole notion of devotion, it did wonders when trying to convince those of a common disposition to do anything. She might also have some support from those with money, now that he thought about it. He knew many a lord and lady who absolutely adored the religious side of things. Valda on the other hand...when it came to the masses she was likely the most popular out of all of them. He couldn't blame the people, of course, for their choice in supporting her. She had come out of nowhere and had the angle of being a commoner like the folk she would be representing. If Reggie had to pick someone to support full force, it would be her. He couldn't disobey his father, however. At least not as long as the old man lived. How else would he be able to make a living? So, for now, he stood on Malachi's side for this debate. Hopefully he would win, his father would be pleased, and Reggie could peruse study in his newfound love of politics. Perhaps he would be on stage answering questions of the people one day...
Archie was finding it rather difficult to pay attention to any of the proceedings. He knew he had questions that must get asked of the candidates, he had them tucked away on a card in his pocket for reference, but he couldn't help but remember the unfortunate event at the manor. Asena Valda, spit fire that she was, had nearly destroyed the ballroom. It had been rather costly to clean up, though he hadn't billed the young woman for the destruction. He wanted to wait until after the election to discuss the matter civilly with her. She was under massive stress, after all.
That wasn't what was bothering him, however. No...the true trouble came from the disappearance of a certain young lady at this event. He had never spent much time with Luna but he found himself far too often daydreaming that Freida's little family might have been his if he had played his cards differently in the past. He had always had an affection for Luna and had thought that they would one day grow closer. He had almost wished he could have been something of a second father to her...and now he knew nothing. He had sent informants out but all they had managed to glean was that he disappearance had something to do with a circus of sorts. His intelligence team led him further to realize that greater powers may be at play and he could do nothing at all to help her.
His attention drifted back to the event as a question was asked of the candidates. He had missed their opening statements completely in his reverie and he determined to hear out their answers. His backing rested fully with Malachi, of course, but he should, at the very least, be informed on the other candidates views. Trying to clear his mind of the predicament, he turned his full attention to the responses.
Aphera's eyes were fixed on Miss Gabrielle Brighteye as she spoke. She was a goddess incarnate. Every word that tumbled from her lips was honey sweet and pure. Every time she heard her Mistress speak her determination to protect her only grew. She felt her head tilting slightly as she mentioned the demise of one of her chosen. A traitor. Her lips parted slightly and a furrow formed between her brows. She hadn't known the man well. She hadn't known him at all, in truth. A traitor. She would have killed him herself if she had been asked. She would have bathed her blade in his blood to make him pay for his betrayal. Confusion clouded her mind for a moment at the very thought of betraying a woman chosen by Gods to lead them. Who could possibly be so foolish or so vein to assume their selfish acts would go unpunished. She listened patiently as the others spoke, her look of confusion shifting into one of anger. How dare this man assume he could insult her mistress? How dare this woman assume she was better than her in any way? If her mistress asked she would gladly kill them too. Anything to protect her and her honor.
Archie felt his fingers twitch in irritation at the sight of the mark. Calliope's words were logical, as the woman's words always were, but he still felt the overwhelming urge to punch someone. He had known Marsielle to be something of an enthusiast when it came to young women but he had never assumed the man would stoop so low as to touch one at an event such as this. He had a mind to wring the man's scrawny neck right now but a calming pat on his arm brought him back to his senses and he simply nodded, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.
His eyes drifted between the two women and he sighed, his fingers relaxing as he ran a hand through his hair in thought. "I would feel marginally better if someone else were to accompany the two of you on this endeavor." He said after a moment. "If anything were to happen to either of you while working at my request I may never forgive myself." His eyes met Esther's briefly as he spoke and he looked away quickly, fixing his gaze on a red flowering plant by his feet. If he didn't know better he might assume she had put some sort of spell on him, his gaze seemed to be constantly landing on her, almost as if there were a magnetic tension pulling his eyes towards her.
Jullian had been silent up until this point but a shadow of a grin had begun to form on his lips and he nodded towards the small group. "I could go with them." He said while raising his eyebrows. "The old coot looks about 80, doesn't he? I look about 100. Maybe he'll be intimidated by age alone."
Archie barked out a short laugh at this and turned towards his friend, a smile softening his features. Humor had never been a strong suit for either of the men and they had started a war of sorts between them, always attempting to outdo the other with the worst jokes imaginable. "I'm afraid you're unsuited to the task, old friend. You might expire from excitement." Julian's smile widened, his face creasing around the edges.
Turning back towards the women, Archie found himself shaking his head slightly, his gaze once again resting on Esther for slightly too long. "If you don't wish to continue I won't hold it against you. I won't force either of you into a situation that might compromise your virtue." The words tasted strange as they left his mouth, to formal and foreign all at once. It would be benificial, of course, to have eyes and ears on the inside of Marsielle's little event, but he would be able to find a way around sending the two of them if they didn't wish to go. It was only a matter of time before he tore the sniveling bastard's enterprise to the ground.
Archie found himself nodding as the two women agreed to help with his plans, a genuine grin forming on his face. He had know, of course, that Calliope would be more than willing to go along with the plan. He had been more speculative when considering the beautiful Esther but she seemed genuine in her desire to help as well, if not a bit unsure. Archie assumed she must be weary considering the danger involved in such an undertaking but he couldn't be sure...she seemed a mystery to him still. "It might be useful to have someone else involved on this endeavor. I find myself in a situation where I am unsure who to trust."
"I am hoping," He continued "that the Mislm user will be willing to come over to my side. If not...." He trailed off, unsure how to complete the thought. He never went into the messier details of his undertakings with Calliope. He was sure she knew the darker side of the industry and he knew she was perfectly capable of handling the information with grace but he had within him the desire to protect her where he could. They had grown close during the short time they had worked together. Close enough, at least, to where he trusted her completely with all the goings on of his industry. All the goings on, that is, except for the tricky business of death. That was one thing he was determined to save her from. Not to mention, he would be loath to bring up the business of death in front of his newest member. He had a feeling Esther would be able to take the information in stride as well but.... "Well, if not he will be dealt with, I suppose." He finished lamely.
He found his eyes drifting from Esther's fan, still delicately clutched in her elegant fingers, to Calliope's hair. It was odd, he thought, that she had changed the style so far into the evening. He couldn't imagine why unless.... "Did Lord Marsielle do something to you?" He asked, a hint of ice creeping into his voice. He had no inclination if his intuition on this matter was off basis or not. He did have an inclination, however, to do the man some form of immediate injury if he had.
User: MISSimissyou Name: Alec Maris Quell Nickname: n/a
Chapter(s) Involved: ? Status: Alive
Age: 27 Birth-date: 13 of Ingelk (Y1020) Birthplace: Charir, Glaperan
Sex: Male Gender: Male Sexuality: Homosexual
Height: 6'1" (183 cm) Weight: 250 lbs. (114 kg) Body Type: Fluffy
Species: Draconian (Biedraken) Subspecies: Humana
Abilities: Liph - Without conscious effort, Alec can heal himself almost instantly as long as the damage is not too severe. If damage is severe, he can still heal himself it just takes more time. He does have mastery of his own biology to a point where he can use pieces of his own body to help mend others (consider like a bio-bandage). Though he can not heal others completely he can help in most medical matters with help from his own biology. Given time he can redirect his biology to give himself advanced physical strength and/or energy but only does so when it is necessary. Preferred Equipment: A healer's pack (containing basic medical items) strapped to his back at all times. Alec does not carry any weapons. Allegiance: Eccentriques Beliefs: Osmus and Galia Profession: Sagittarius of Eccentriques
If he had the power to bottle to scent of her, he would. She was intoxicating. As a boy, Archie had known love only once. His dearest friend in the world, one who he still knew to this day, was the only real love he could recall. When the prospect of marriage arrived he had thought he might learn to love the delicate woman he was promised to. He never had and their relationship had only grown more distant and strange. Amy was too perfect, too delicate, too courtly and proper...he found himself almost afraid, at times, to touch her. This young lady, however, Miss Esther Paston de Violle, had already managed to capture his attentions in a way he had never experienced. Ordinarily, in fact, he would have noticed the soft gait of Calliope's shoes on the path before she had cleared her throat behind them. In his current state, he did not.
Straightening, Archie allowed Calliope to walk in between them. Perhaps a bit of space from Miss Violle would do him some good. He found himself nodding as Calliope spoke, her words breaking through his previous revere and bringing him back to the business at hand. She had done it, the clever girl. For the first time since she had arrived, Archie looked over at Calliope and a frown line formed between his brows. "You changed your hair."
He likely could have greeted her properly or given her a congratulations but those were, instead, the words that came out. Shaking his head slightly he moved ahead of the two young women to open the greenhouse door, gesturing them both inside before following after. They were not the only three in the greenhouse. Attending to a multitude of strange plants stood an old Humana man, hunched over with a large watering can, browned skin shining with sweat from a hard days work. The man lifted his balding head and grinned at them showing several missing teeth. "Calliope, you remember Lucian?" Archie said as he grinned at the man, his oldest friend. "This, Esther, is the gardener I mentioned earlier. Lucian, this is Esther, a new informant."
The man nodded at her in a semblance of a bow, still grinning. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss." He said before getting back to watering the plants. From the moment Archie and Lucian had met they were fast friends. They were around the same age when they met and Archie had assumed, as a boy, that the two of them would live forever. It was Lucian, in fact, that had gotten Archie interested in plants that had more psychedelic affects and had helped him learn to alter their growth and start his enterprise leading to the construction of the greenhouse they were now standing in. It hadn't occurred to him until much later that Lucian, being Humana, would age much quicker than he would and would die much sooner. The boy he had know long ago had grown into a man and was now aging into oblivion. Archie had, of course, offered retirement to his friend many times saying he should live out the last of his life in comfort. Lucian, being stubborn as an ox, had refused saying the most comfort he had ever gotten in life came from his work and from his friend. Archie knew the man had little time left in the world but he was always glad to have him by his side.
Turning from Lucian, Archie looked back at Calliope. "You are a genius at your work, Calliope, I couldn't ask for a better informant. In fact, I suspect one day I will look back fondly at the good old days when I could so easily gain information from your clever hands." He smiled at her. "I hope I can count on your help again when it comes to infiltrating that bastard's lair. If I were to arrive that might cause a certain amount of suspicion. I was also thinking," His gaze slid over to Esther, "that you might take Esther here with you? I have a feeling she might be useful at an event like this and she shares a certain amount of your persuasive charm." He smiled again, this time directing the expression towards Esther. "That is, if you are willing to go? I certainly would loath to put you in danger against your wishes."
Archibald Whetherford Location: Selenlar Xilquinal Estate, Grand Comuna, Marieve, Alessandria Company: Esther Paston de Violle (@Pyxie)
Archie nodded towards Esther and turned, tearing his gaze away from her and walking slowly towards the greenhouse. He didn't check to see but he could hear her shoes tapping quietly on the cobblestones behind him. They walked in silence for a moment until they were far enough away from prying ears that he felt he may be able to speak somewhat freely. Slowing his step slightly, he fell back to walk next to her, leaning down to talk softly into her ear as they walked. She smelt intoxicating, all honeyed flowers like a spring day.
"I don't know how much Calliope has told you, or if she has told you much at all, but she seems to think you would be a good addition." His voice came out in a near whisper, keeping his tone low so no one would overhear. "Are you aware of what it is I do? Besides the wine business, that is." He kept his face at a level with hers as he turned a questioning expression her way.
Being as close as he was he was even more acutely aware of how stunning she was. From the gentle curve of her jaw to the delicate curl of her lashes, everything about her seemed to draw him in. He had placed a gentle hand on the small of her back as they walked without realizing he was doing so. Their appearance would seem conspiratorial to any watching from afar, a man letting a woman in on a juicy bit of gossip if nothing more. To Archie, however, the small gesture seemed to send a shock of fire through his veins and it took all the careful control he could manage not to change his posture or expression.
Archibald Whetherford Location: Selenlar Xilquinal Estate, Grand Comuna, Marieve, Alessandria Company: Esther Paston de Violle (@Pyxie)
The sound of her laughter rang like music in his ears and Archie felt the tension in his shoulders subside slightly. For a moment he allowed himself to imagine a different life where he could hear her laugh like that always and, possibly, be the cause of her joy. In the years since he had married Amy he had never heard her laugh, at least not in the same easy way Esther seemed to. He felt the corners of his mouth tilt upward as he watched her, hand trailing over the foliage and commenting on the gardens around them. She was beautiful.
He turned his gaze to a greenhouse a little ways off the garden path. Calliope would meet him there to deliver the information as soon as she had it. With any luck she would be able to squeeze a little extra out of the old man. Marseille did have a soft spot for beautiful young women and Calliope was the perfect card to play...
Archie took a sip of wine and looked back over at Esther. He could feel desire creeping in around the corners of his mind and shook his head slightly to try to clear it. He was, after all, chained down to a rather unfortunate marriage and she had a future ahead of her. One that could be easily destroyed if he were to act on any selfish desires of his own. Not to mention, he was likely the last thing on her mind. Her gaze would more likely go towards a younger man such as Nazereth, not an older and married man like himself. It would be wiser to admire her from a distance, as if she were a rare bloom in a gated garden he could only see through a series of wrought iron bars...
"The outdoor gardens are beautiful, yes." He mused as he looked at her. His wine glass was still held in his left hand but he kept his right placed just behind his back. He had the absurd notion to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear and had decided that keeping his hands out of the way might be the wisest course of action at the moment. "But the greenhouse has much rarer blooms. I could show you, if you like?" He dropped his gaze from her face and looked down at a rosebush by the path. "Unless you would prefer to stay outdoors, of course."
Archibald Whetherford Location: Selenlar Xilquinal Estate, Grand Comuna, Marieve, Alessandria Company: Esther Paston de Violle (@Pyxie), Nazereth de Whitheres (@Kimcora)
Archie was used to the rhythms of court, the conversation and company ebbing like an ocean tide. As soon as one conversation was evaded another came just as quickly on it heels, one person traded out for another like flotsam on the waves. The fact that he was used to the tedious mandates of etiquette that court required did not make him like it any more than he did. In fact, he often found himself enjoying it less and less. His opinion of disdain increased as the young man, One Nazereth de Whitheres, entered the conversation. Being a gentleman, of course, Archie simply stood and smiled, allowing the man to speak.
Despite the careful control he schooled on his expression, Archie couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as the young man stumbled over his words. Apparently he was quite taken with his companion. He spared a glance in Esther's direction, attempting to discern from her expression how she felt about the intrusion. Ordinarily he was quite skilled at reading expressions. In this case, however, there appeared to be a fan in the way, placed delicately to conceal her expression, her wrist swaying gently. The little fan she carried with her seemed to be constantly in motion and did nothing to quell the intrigue Archie felt towards the young woman. He wasn't sure what his wife was teaching at that school of hers but it seemed Esther had taken away from her lessons the skills of charm and intrigue. Or, more likely, she had mastered those skills on her own. Chances were she was unaware of the affect she seemed to be having on all the men at this gathering. Not only had she caught Nazereth's attentions as well as his own, she had also managed to attract the stares of many bachelors at this event. She had her pick of men, that much was certain.
Archie had opened his mouth to speak to the young man in front of them but, before he could speak, the man had taken his leave, stammering and bowing awkwardly. Archie closed his mouth and felt himself sigh. Ah, yes, the beginnings of young love... "That," Archie said, looking again at Esther, "was Nazereth de Whitheres. His parents drag him along to these events to find a suitable match I believe. He never seems entirely too interested to be in attendance. I can never decide if he is a romantic searching for the right mate or if he simply prefers the company of men." He had meant the last comment as a quip and felt a knot tie in his stomach as he spoke. He knew his humor wasn't conventional and many found him less than humorous. He hoped she wouldn't think less of him...
Sex: Male Gender: Male Sexuality: Fluidly Bisexual
Height: 5’9” Weight: 185lbs Body Type: Muscular
Species: Humana Subspecies: N/A
Abilities: None Preferred Equipment: Knowledge is Power. Uses finely sharpened finger guards (similar to fake nails) that are sometimes dipped in poison as weapons. Allegiance: Coven Beliefs: Profession: Guard and Procurer of Items for the Coven
Speaks: WHAT LANGUAGE(S) DO(ES) YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK?
Abilities: Very deep connection to Zsiil Magis. Discovered she could interact with water when she almost drowned a man on dry land by concentrating the water content in the air around him. Is currently working on controlling her powers so she can use them without fear of hurting others. Preferred Equipment: a “magic wand” that serves no other function then to help her mentally channel her powers. A notebook where she keeps track of all the magic she has used or seen others use. Allegiance: Rhuddgoch Coven Beliefs: The Lost Beauty of Ozethe Profession: Coven Witch of Waning Gibbous
Archibald Whetherford Location: Selenlar Xilquinal Estate, Grand Comuna, Marieve, Alessandria Company: Calliope Fluer Lachance (@Kimcora), Esther Paston de Violle (@Pyxie)
Archibald was having a hard time keeping his eyes from Esther...Miss Violle. She was pretty, that much was plain to anyone, but there was something else there he couldn't quite decipher. She was different, an enigma, someone he thought he could gladly spend hours talking with. Calliope had a good eye for people, that much was certain. He made brief eye contact with Miss Violle and it took a moment before he lowered his eyes. They didn't make it far, however, resting on her delicate hand, fingers poised in an elegant display as her fan fluttered gently. He blinked and looked back at his wife who was positively beaming at the young women.
"My dears," She said, voice full of something like pride. "You are both so perfect." Ordinarily he knew the woman to make a much more fanciful display of words. She was rather skilled in the art of court, more so then he, and was always poised with the perfect manner and words for any occasion. At the moment she seemed at a rare loss for them. Apparently she found these two to be something more than ordinary students...
"Amilda, my dear." Archie interjected, his tone carrying more of an official note then a warm one. "I believe you might be in a position to help start a conversation between Miss Lachance and Lord Marseille?" He passed a glance towards Calliope as he spoke. "She seems rather interested in speaking with him as, I believe she mention, her family and his have somewhat of a history. Perhaps it would be the best way to show your students off to the guests." He shifted his glance back over Esther before moving back to his wife. "And I can take Miss Violle on a tour of the gardens? That way both students can be seen by all the guests this evening."
Amy's smile never wavered as she listened to her husbands suggestion. The way she responded, however, made it clear that his words were always taken with the 'sort of authority only a husband can manage'. At least, that was what she would say about it if she felt free enough to use her tongue for anything other than flattery. "Of course, you are quite right." She said, responding to his words with a short curtsy. "I have known Lord Marseille for years, Miss Lachance, and I am sure he would be all but too happy to speak with you. He is a frequent patron of our school, as I am sure you are aware." She smiled at her student.
Archie took this opportunity to take Miss Violle gently by the elbow and lead her towards the large glass doors that led out toward the gardens. Although it was a gentle touch and a gesture not uncommon between acquaintances, he felt a sort of flutter in his chest as he touched her. She seemed so delicate next to him that is almost startled him that she could be touched at all, half expecting his hand to pass through her as if she were flower petals resting on the surface of a pond. He dropped his hand as the reached the door and dropped his half finished water glass of on a servant's tray, choosing to pick up two slender wine flutes instead. Perhaps he would be drinking tonight after all.
He handed one of the flutes to Esther as they exited the stuffy building and entered the fragrant and open gardens. "I hope you enjoy wine." He managed, not sure what else to say to fill the sudden silence. "Please, feel free to look around." The words felt rather clumsy on his tongue and he took a sip from his own glass, shifting his gaze from her face to one of the rose bushes just outside the doors.
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