the heart speaks

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@thelambsofiscariot

        “You look a little lost, if I may say so.”

The main church was usually empty, apart from sundays and the rare elderly person looking for company and comfort in the presence of the young priest. A small comunity of hardly a thousand inhabitants in a rural area, an inornate church that seemed to get emptier each year. Thus, he was surprised to see someone here - someone young, and someone new. Though Thomas most certainly did not know everyone in town, he knew all those who attended church regularly, and none of them a one-eyed redhead. Maybe he moved here only recently.

For the first couple of minutes, he had not bothered the man in case he had come here to pray or light a candle. However, he did not look like a tourist either, and thus, Thomas approached the stranger, hands folded in front of his torso.

                            “Can I help you?”       

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noahwisdom:

They say one could determine a lot about a person by a mere handshake. They also said people formed an opinion about someone they met within mere seconds only. Both, Wisely read in a book and both he now used to see what he could conclude about the boy already (if possible at all). His touch was careful, gentle, but Wisely also thought he was insecure, although that was kind of obvious by the way the boy spoke and acted in general. 

   “Drosia? Isn’t that miss Janna’s family name as well? Are you her family?” Curiosity won however, so his little moment to polish his observation skills was over and forgotten. he let go of the hand again, deciding he was going to have to be a bit more careful with his impulsive and forward nature. 

   “Welcome to the family then, Michael,” Wisely said with a warm smile. “The more, the merrier, right? Everyone’s always either still working, outside or on a different job during this time of the day.” Rai always went with Shinwoo to the gaming center and the convenience store, so they would be back later. 

  Michael gave a little nod in return. Ever since, he has been overshadowed by other people. His aunt, the Clan Leader, his father, the Union Member, his sister, who had all social graces one could ask for.  "Yes. She is my older sister," he confirmed. Though not all members of a clan were necessarily related to each other, or at least, he did not know of his parents having been related.

 The boy was friendly as far as he could tell, though Michael was curious. He was too young to be one of the three modified humans Ser Raizel had taken under his protection, and clearly he could not be just a mortal boy.  Maybe he would find out, eventually.  Or maybe this was none of his business, he did not wish to be rude. He was but a guest, after all. One who spent too much time with the Union to be in a place to make himself noticed.

"Thank you," he said politely, as reserved as most nobles appeared to be the first time you met them. "I think it's relatively quiet here, yes."  He did not mind it, personally. “Seira and Regis go to this... school. do you go there too?”

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roipirate:

“        an explanation he ought to make quickly before I call for my husband.        “  who was, of course, at sea since three weeks ago– not that       he       could possibly know that.

cloudy shock fades from her mind as fear sharpens her nerve– her back to the rail, she slides, slowly, angling so that he no longer stands between her, and the entrance to her home, keeping her exit open. unknowing what it was exactly that he wanted and in spite of whatever claims he may make, she is preparing herself for anything. she can not fight, not for long, and certainly not well enough to win. but she was more than capable of running, down the hall and the stairs, out the door and over just a few hundred yards to the fort, or her father. 

and yet, and yet– there is something about this man, something she’s never seen before and yet recognizes. memories of dozens of skeletal hands, curses and magic unbeknownst…

she feels afraid. she feels alive. 

“        well?           “

      If she stook a step to the right, he would take one to the left - and the other way round, too, he would circle her, and finally, he stepped aside entirely. If she desired, she could choose to head back inside, call upon whoever she thought might protect her from the intruder. However, he was certain that he would not be denied here and now. Usually, he tended to choose his prey with the lethal precision of an apex predator who could afford pickiness.

     “ Is it not you who called me ? Don’t I hear your heart beating faster as if it finally woke up from a slumber? Don’t I see you willing to fight tooth and claw, if I chose to assault you? Look at what you have, this fine estate, the jewels around your neck, the silk of your dress... and whenever you find yourself asking ‘what else is there’, I am the answer.” 

       Even the right prey needed to be reeled in at the right pace, so it would always, inevitably, be too late for them. The devil always came with a friendly smile.

             “If I am not mistaken, your soul was the one crying out for freedom loud enough for me to hear... or am I maybe wrong here? Does Madam wish to return to her tea parties, caviar and corsets? I will not stop her, if she chooses so.” 

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adiumentum:

“…..” The financial what now? He hadn’t known that the Union had such a division, but then again, maybe it made sense because of the sheer size and resources that the Union utilized. He wouldn’t know —  his sister was more familiar with those kinds of things. 

But then he paused. Why did his declared and actual spending contradict each other…?

Oh. Right. The ten bags of coffee grounds he had recently bought in an attempt to salvage the rest of his sanity for the increased amount of work he had. He figured the Union wouldn’t notice a little extra money being spent for his own desires… but apparently he was wrong. Whoops. 

Tenth Elder cleared his throat, straightening his back as he faced the other with a thin smile. “Uh, sure?” He was sorely going to get his ass kicked. “That’d be helpful. What do you need from me?” Too bad he couldn’t just play sick… modified humans didn’t get ill that easily. Oh well.

    “ The mismatch amounts to 2.5 Million. We will assign someone to verify your own expenses and incomes. If the error lies in one of your subordinate divisions, they will help you find out where it went wrong and you will explain why you failed your duty of supervision.” 

     The 10th Elder was new - and so they were watching him very closely. It was best to throw him into the cold water so he would not get cocky and negligent later on - even though they were going through trying times, they needed to do their best to maintain order and stability before the entire Union colapsed-  with so many elders deceased, it was the administrative corps that was stuck with the task of keeping everything from crumbling.

         “I certainly do not need to remind you of the great responibilities that come with being a Union Elder and I am not here out of ill intention, 10th Elder.” 

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thelambsofiscariot:

『 HOW TO PUT IT, EXACTLY — 』 Urokai was, altogether, uninterested. It could not be more obvious, as his eyes did not even leave the tome that he was paging through. He knew Jochanan Drosia only by name and by appearance. There had been some interaction back in Lukedonia, though generally Urokai never concerned himself with anything outside of the Agvain clan, with the exception of Roctis’ and Zarga’s families if he was dragged into their matters for his opinion. 

Edian Drosia couldn’t be more irrelevant to him. Beyond a common interest in him, they had little to bond over. She was fine to converse with, but he felt no attachment to her nor any need to interact with her. Thus, her brother was of even less interest to him. Especially a brother-in-law.

❝ Yes, yes, ❞ was the absent reply, before turning another page of his book. Things would sort themselves out. Though those under his authority were… how to put it? feisty, they hardly ever failed. Why not let them have their fun? 

Though, he supposed as a family leader… no, as a Union Elder — he was expected to show some respect. If only for the show of it.

With a sigh, he lowered the book and met the Drosia noble’s eyes. ❝ Understood. I’ll see to it. Though, did you really have to come out all this way on your own to tell me that? ❞ 

One would have thought that Jochanan Drosia would send an assistant for that. Surely he was too busy to go pestering Urokai, of all people.

              Speaking to the Elders was generally an unpopular task - though it provided a perfect opportunity for social climbing, it always came with a certain risk - these Elders, haughty as they were, liked to think of the administrative corps as a bothersome bunch of replaceable minions. Usually, none of his human colleagues voluntarily approached the werewolves and nobles among the ranks of the Elders, this was a thankless task left up to him. If he wasn’t going to be rewarded with the rank of an Elder for that alone... 

             “  I do not fancy all these modern communication devices - if you want matters to be settled within due time, you come and settle them in person. “ 

      Besides, he was nearby anyway, he might as well seize the opportunity. If he was going to aim for an Elder Seat, the nobles were his best bet - though as far as he knew, the relatively young Leader of Clan Agvain was not all that much involved into interal politics, at least not as much as other members of the Union with more significant networks. 

                “  Also, a friendly recommendation ... We will soon have more ressources available for Elder projects...  for those who submit an application in timely fashion.”

      A friendly little service. He would need to make allies who mattered, after all.

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noahwisdom:

It was a boring day, or rather, a normal one for this household. Everyone was their normal kind of weird and it was almost time to head for school as well, so nothing major was going on. He stood on the balcony, for once having gotten up earlier than he had to with a blinding headache. The pain killer was slowly starting to do its magic and the cup of tea he was clutching in his hands worked a little as well. 

When someone walked onto the balcony he turned to face the newcomer, not recognizing him and almost immediately thinking he had to be a noble. Not everyone could be awake yet, right? Usually Wisely was one of the last to wake up, so watching others rise from their nests was kind of new to him, not to mention, he could get the best pieces of the breakfast and take his time getting ready for once. It was nice, but not to do this daily. He still felt like he was half asleep if it wasn’t for this headache. 

   “Morning. Are you staying with us for the time being?” He wasn’t told anyone new would stay here, but Wisely didn’t mind. The more people, the merrier, right? Wisely then held out his hand for the other to shake. “The name’s Wisely. I live here as well.” It was a habit really, one that was normal in England to use, but he had no idea if this was normal for nobles or not. 

        The boy clearly was not a noble, though Michael was no one to judge. There were several modified humans here, after all, though this one was particularly young. Even Rael seemed to have found some sort of peace by now and so, he nodded to answer the first question. Indeed, he would stay here at least for a little while. Ser Raizel did not seem to mind his presence, but still, Michael did not want to risk overstaying his welcome. The Noblesse was already kind enough to allow him to stay here, even though he failed to see the point just yet.

         Slowly, his gaze dropped to the hand offered to him. While he was aware of what the gesture meant, a friendly greeting, he had not been in a situation where he had to shake hands before. No, he was supposed to be polite. If this boy was allowed to live in Ser Raizel’s household too, among with Clan Leaders, he must also be worthy of a polite greeting. Somewhat hesitantly, Michael accepted the hand offered to him, his touch overly careful, he was not sure yet just how much a human could take before it hurt them.

             “I am Michael Drosia.” He should smile, at least a little bit, to assure that he was being friendly. No one should feel unsettled by his presence. 

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“Using people is a skill you know? I’m just making use of otherwise average people.” - Maurice Cole

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@thelambsofiscariot

Jochanan Drosia  never particularly enjoyed interacting with the other traitor nobles, always reminded that even here, he was still stuck in the damnable position of an underling. While his far-sightedness earned him a position on top of the food chain in the financial controlling of the Union, he was still seen as nothing but a little bureaucrat,  a beadle with no say in any matter of importance. Still, he was well composed when stepping before the 6th Elder, the still fairly young leader of Clan Agvain.

     „6th Elder. One of the teams under your authority has not reported back for the annual evaluation yet. I will need to remind you that it is your duty to oversee their activities and assure that they report back both to you and to us correctly.“

Indeed, just a little bureaucrat, though as only pureblooded noble in that division, he was the one who had the questionable pleasure of pestering the elders – particularly the Clan Leaders who were, generally, highly unpopular contacts for those working in the administrative corps of the Union.

      „We expect the complete reports of your units by the end of next month.“

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@adiumentum

„10th Elder. I am here to talk to you on behalf of the Financial Administration Department.“ Humans. Modified humans – they were striving for things they were never meant to have in the first place. There was an order to everything – and akin to rats trying to crawl out of their gutters and sewers, they meant to infest everything else. Still, he respected their strive, this unyielding determination to get ahead in life no matter what. There was much to learn from them, though... looking at this man, and given the things he had heard, he did not have the impression that this man was one for ambition... or anything of worth, really, though he still remained polite and composed. He was not here to pick fights with someone who might come in handy later on.

    „ Your reports have been lacking and the numbers mismatch. I am here to inform you that you are expected at the central administration for an audit where you will explain the reasons why your declared and actual spendings mismatch past the acceptable limit.“

There were always minor mismatches due to various mistakes – though at some point, they passed the limits of tolerance.

    „Will you require assistance from our department in preparation for the audit?“

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@noahwisdom​

      The human world was a stressful place, it was flashy and loud, noisy and colorful, moving at a rapid pace hardly anyone could keep up with, or so he often felt. Withdrawn into his own little shell, he had missed the passing of time and had been relieved when his clan has been granted permission to return to Lukedonia under his sister's leadership ( though he still felt like she should not be in charge of anything, she hardly had her own life together ) . Being back to that awful place now... However, if the Noblesse and several clan leaders were here... than maybe this place was less horrid than those he had seen in the past five centuries. 

   Michael sat on the couch quietly, hands folded in his lap, observing everything attentively. Seira and Regis had mentioned school, though he did not like the thought of going anywhere. This house was filled with a certain type of calm that must come from the Noblesse's presence, he had no other explanation for that. The boy did not talk to anyone, replying in short and polite sentences when spoken to, observing the Leader of Clan Blerster washing dishes while the Leader of Clan Loyard seemed to be making … food. They did not need food, why did she cook anyway, then?

 Slowly, he got up and left behind the tea he had not even touched. Instead, he stepped out on the balcony. Even from here, he could perceive too much. The noise of the cars, the auras of too many people, a wild, messy place even though humans would call it a quiet, peaceful evening. What made the clan leaders come here? What made the Noblesse stay here, out of all places in the world?

Upon noticing a presence he was not familiar with, michael turned around slowly. He was around... a human, though something was off. Modified? Slowly, he moved his head to a polite greeting nod at the boy.    

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@thelambsofiscariot

         „I see you have settled in well enough in the new facility, 4th Elder.“  This place was just as somber and unwelcoming as the first facility, though it has been many decades since the last time he had paid the 4th and the 9th Elders a personal visit. These were troubled times... Though Jochanan had not quite figured out what was going on ( he only read it in the numbers ) he could tell that the Union was at a breaking point. Something great was coming ahead and towards them.

   „We weren't happy to hear that everything was destroyed, though at least you and Miss Ignes got away unscathed. Our ranks are thinning, aren't they?“

           There was always a particular sly smugness in the noble's face – one could see that each word was chosen with care, each word and each gesture meant to further a very particular agenda ( possibly the only thing he had in common with his daughter ) .

     „That also happens to be what I came here to talk to you about. I will not take too much of your time. The remaining Elders will have to settle the succession of ranks for the Union to remain operational. As of now, you are the last noble Elder.“

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   new muse added: Jochanan Drosia, aspiring Union Elder, traitor noble 

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@nobletod

        “Seira Loyard.  I am honoured to meet you.” His smile was perfectly polished, pretending was one of the things he was good at, after all. This was an important meeting and he knew what his sister hoped for. He knew that arrangements were entirely normal between humans - and, under extraordinary circumstances, nobles too might act on reason rather than following whatever their heart told them must be right. They bowed to reason and sensibility.

         “I am Michael Drosia, brother to Clan Leader Janna Drosia.” Though there was no point in formally introducing himself, she must know who he was after all. 

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