Paris Claremont

♚ .........................Spy for House Primus......................... Just you're average one-hundred & twenty-seven year old Arlesian.

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ωᖾo: Paris Claremont & Ebeneezer Rain @ebeneezer-splooge​ ωᖾᥱᥒ: During The Squall (part two) the event surrounding the 1st bomb drop. ωᖾᥱɾᥱ: Outside Terra

It hadn’t been an easy task by any means, it had taken a lot of alcohol and smooth talking but here they were finally outside the Terran wall. There had been no time for goodbyes, but in a couple of hours none of it would matter.

 Paris had convinced a very drunk and possibly high Benny to take a walk outside the walls with them. Paris would do whatever it would take to get Benny to the rendezvous point in the blood wood. At first they would try seduction then if that failed, there was nothing quite like a stick over the head, it should knock him out long enough to get to the camp. 

The past five years had led up to this moment. Paris had spent those years, learning all they could about the Teran’s infiltrating their society to report back to Ophelia. Now their people were out there in the woods surrounding Terra and their last job of the mission was to get the prisoner back to Arlesia unharmed.

“Thanks for taking a walk with me Benny, you know sometimes I just feel so trapped in there and need an escape.” Paris said turning up their charm.

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ωᖾo: Paris Claremont & Reign  ωᖾᥱᥒ: Pre Squall Event ωᖾᥱɾᥱ: Blood Woods

terrantides​:

Location: Blood Woods With: Paris @parisxclaremont​ Time: Early morning ( Pre Part One) Flashback

Five years, five long years, he has been waiting for this moment. Waiting for the time to finally go home. Reign hadn’t thought he would miss a place so much as he missed Arlesia. Heda (his owl) had been the one to notice them first. Pulling him from his light slumber in his tree hammock: towards the army of Gryphon that filled the sky. clocked in the night. The signal of the impending battle and his cue to ready to leave. Davut Nova had filled them both in, a time was set, and they needed to meet the other camp before the second bomb. The sun had yet to rise, but the dark sky was already turning a deep but light violet. There were things he needed to tell Davut about the Outlanders about the precious water they needed. That could wait till they were in the safety of their home. Removing the cloth wrapped from around his head, he sided in relief, allowing the small pointed tips of his ears free. As the person, he’d been waiting for appeared.

“Paris,” he called towards them. When they were closer and away from prying ears, Reign tossed a canteen towards him.  

They hadn’t spoken since the festival, since the dance they shared. Paris sharing that last bit of his water with him. It was the right thing to do, to replenish what was taken.  “Take a drink,” a knowing smirk played at the corners of his lips. “Go on, I don’t think even the wellspring taste that good.”

Tonight was the night, it was the last night they would be separated, they could go home, back to the world they knew, the world they loved. Although Paris missed their home in Arlesia they had grown accustomed to some of the Terran ways not to mention some of the friendships they had formed. But as always Paris knew not to get too attached to anything and for the most part, the people of Tera, the people they slept with, the people who Paris had befriended were just filling the purpose of the missing hole that had been left  inside of them not  being able to be with those that they cared for.

Sweaty palms, that was the first sign, Paris had no idea why they were so nervous but the thought of seeing Reign again brought it on. Paris hadn’t seen him since the night of remembrance day, the occasional visit from Heda carrying a note kept Paris informed that Reign was still alive and surviving and that was some comfort at least.

Although the anticipation of the meeting was bubbling up inside of Paris as they walked through the Bloodwood to meet him for the final time before they would be headed home, they wished that it were under better circumstances. Paris could feel their age catching up with them, Reign was still so young only twenty-seven as if he would want them let alone even look in their direction once the hair would go grey and the signs of their one-hundred and twenty-seven year life caught up with them. Paris couldn’t live without the water if it meant living without him.

Hearing their name escaping those lips sent electricity through Paris’ veins, as they entered the small clearing in the woods Paris caught the canteen with ease and looked down at it while Reign spoke. Reign was so thoughtful, just what Paris needed after the trek from Terra. Paris rolled their eyes at the next remark.

“Reign, you know I don’t drink well spring water for the taste, I need to keep beautiful. I mean just look at me, I’m getting old I have a wrinkle on my forehead when I smile.” they paused for a moment a look of distress spreading from their eyes to encompass their whole face.

“Just this morning I found a grey hair, a grey hair Reign. See, what’s to become of me.”

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ωᖾo: Paris Claremont & Ebeneezer Rain @ebeneezer-splooge, Remi Parsons @remi-parsons, Rory Bartlett @sawbone-rory​ ωᖾᥲt: Securing the animals & the greenhouse ωᖾᥱᥒ: During the events of The Squall (part one) ωᖾᥱɾᥱ: The Greenhouse

Of all of the placed that Paris could be sent to, they got the. greenhouse at least they didn’t have to hang out with the creepy goats. Paris had never liked farm animals not even on earth and especially not the goats their beady little eyes staring at them, like they wanted their blood. 

So instead Paris resigned to checking all the windows in the greenhouse, looking for potential leaks or crack, mundane work, but soon there would be a greater task at hand and Paris thought themselves fairly lucky that they were sorted into a group with the target.

Paris had been watching Benny from afar for months, learning mannerisms and demeanours making sure that their first interactions would be flawless, it needed to be the time was coming and this opportunity couldn’t have presented itself at a better time.

“There doesn’t appear to be any leaks or crack’s on this side so I think it will hold.” Paris shouted into the room his voice echoing on the glass walls.

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delvedinto​:

as  much  as  he’d  liked  to  deny  his  charisma  and  athletic  build,  he  didn’t.  in  fact  it  was  an  aspect  of  himself  which  he  trained  at  least  three  times  a  week,  sometimes  four.  he  liked  to  think  people  preferred  his  company  for  his  personality  but  he  also  knew  how  much  of  an  asshole  he  was  so  that  was  unlikely  for  sure.  

he  knew  that  paris  wouldn’t  do  anything  of  the  sort  to  anyone  but  he  couldn’t  help  but  tease  them.  something  about  watching  others’  get  so  flustered,  or  defensive  even,  amused  finley.  a  signature  smirk  pulled  at  the  corners  of  fin’s  lips  as  he  drained  the  liquid  from  his  glass,  ears  pricking  up  as  paris  responded  to  his  accusation.  

unable  to  control  the  low  chuckle  which  aired,  he  swung  around  on  the  stool  to  face  the  other.  “  and  why’s  that?  “  he  asked,  elbow  perched  on  the  bar  as  his  chin  rested  in  his  hand.  free  hand  lounging  in  his  lap  as  he  waited  to  be  enlightened. 

The way the Fin chuckled made butterflies inside Paris’ stomach. No butterflies were not the word for it, it was more than that it was like the butterflies were on fire, blazing inside of them with desire. They were more like fireflies Paris supposed.

“Well for two simple reasons.” Paris smirked.

“Number one being I’m pretty sure neither of us want to go home alone tonight.” looking around the room  Paris saw that there was not really anyone nearly as enticing as Fin around.

“And number two I mean just look at me, how could you not want this.” Paris had always had an heir of confidence about themselves, they knew they looked good and were not afraid to say so.

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sawbone-rory​:

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Rory didn’t know if he was supposed to be drinking or flirting with the locals, but his sentinel escort didn’t seem interested enough to care. He’d been sober (if you didn’t count Benny’s special cookies) for the entirety of his stay in Tera, and nothing sounded better than distracting himself from the grim reality of his situation. 

“Sure, an old fashioned.” What did it matter if he got in ‘trouble’ for it? He was already a prisoner with no release date. “Not gonna lie, I’ve missed this place.” He gestured to their surroundings. “The boss still keeping the good stuff in his office?” 

How did Paris not remember this face, especially if he used to work here. Paris always thought that they had a good memory and now they were not so sure.

“You used to work here?” Paris asked quizzically. 

How else was the outlander to know that the best stuff was kept in the office. The current bartender arrived with Paris’ new drink and with a wave of their hand and an utterance of “Old Fashioned, add it to my tab.” the bartender was sent away scurrying to retrieve the new order.

Paris smirked before looking over at their new companion. “I’m kind of a God around here.”

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danicamden​:

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:   anywhere  in  tera. 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐:   terrans.

           she’s  sure  the  ever - changing  weather  of  abellio  was  beginning  to  stir  up  a  bit  of  a  sickness  in  her.   dani  isn’t  feeling  very  well  &  she  can’t  tell  if  it’s  because  of  the  sunburn  that’s  left  patches  of  red  scattered  across  her  body  or  because  of  the  lack  of  heat  at  night  when  her  so - called  boyfriend  uses  all  the  blankets  for  himself.     “   oh,  no.   i’m  good,  thanks.   ”     the  sight  of  food  makes  her  stomach  churn,  but  she  still  flashes  a  smile.   the  shade  she’d  found  was  at  least  enough  to  keep  her  cool  until  the  sun  fell.     “   this  heat  sucks.   if  it  gets  any  worse,  we’ll  all  end  up  as  small  piles  of  ashes.   ”     at  least  tera  could  provide  amenities  that  helped  soothe  the  sudden  change  in  temperatures,  but  that  didn’t  mean  all  of  their  problems  were  fixed.

Paris sat beside Dani still holding the two plates of food and placed the down in front of  them. They had noticed Dani sitting alone and wanted to do something nice for their best friend, a way to anyone’s heart is through their stomach right? Paris thought. Well unless you were from the south then that would be well water but as soon as it crossed their mind they pushed it out, Paris had shared the last of what they had with Reign before everything went to shit, and thinking about it wouldn’t make not having it any easier.

“Well I can’t eat all of this by myself.” they said.

Paris was unsure what to get, so they had just gotten one of everything each so the plates where piled quite high.

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sawbone-rory​:

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Rory nodded in acknowledgement, remembering what it felt like to be bored by movies and television back when it had been readily available to him. It had been years now since that had been the case, though. 

He looked up when the other spoke again, a smile tugging at the corners of Rory’s mouth. He could use an ally inside the city, and aside from that he was desperate for conversation beyond what the average sentinel seemed capable of providing. “You mean my biopic hasn’t hit the screens here yet? You guys are missing out.”

Paris smirked at his neighbours response. They downed the rest of their cocktail and spun around to face their new drinking companion.

“Can I get you anything?” Paris eyed him up and down before adding “hot-stuff.” to the rest of their sentence.

He was conventionally cute, tanned skin, big muscles, but he didn’t look like he belonged in Tera and then it hit them he was from the outlands.

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sawbone-rory​:

Open to: All terrans Where:   Pandemic

Rory had convinced one of the sentinels to take him out, and while it was odd wandering around the city that was holding them prisoner it was also a relief to be outside of the barracks for more than a few minutes at a time. They found themselves at Pandemic, Rory settling in to watch the movie that was playing on the hologram while his escort was busy flirting with a bartender. For a moment, Rory could almost pretend that he wasn’t being held prisoner, maybe that he’d never even left Tera in the first place. 

“Can’t believe how much I missed watching TV.” He offered to his neighbor at the bar. “You seen this one before?” He asked, gesturing to the hologram.

Paris’ shift didn’t start for another hour so for a change they were sitting on the opposite side of the bar drinking a fancy blue cocktail, nothing like taking the edge of a little before work after all they were used to lavish life. Paris missed home, and Reign even more. They were so lost in thought that they hadn’t noticed the sentinel and the newcomer arrive until he spoke.

“Oh honey, I have seen them all before. I work here. Not that entertaining if you ask me.” Paris replied finally looking over to their neighbour.

“You however are entirely something else.” Paris smirked taking another sip of the cocktail.

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delvedinto​:

with  the  result  of  remembrance  day  earlier  in  the  week,  finley  expected  the  black  to  draw  a  bigger  audience.  most  were  in  the  mood  to  drown  their  sorrows  and  somber  whereas  others  were  toasting  to  the  lives  lost  in  a  twisted-kind  of  celebration.  for  finley,  work  was  bedlam.  both  him  and  lilith  had  the  council  down  their  necks,  neither  of  them  able  to  spend  much  time  outside  the  office.  tearing  apart  two  grown  men  was  the  last  thing  finley  wanted  to  be  doing  with  his  spare  time  but  he  also  knew  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  enjoy  it  with  the  constant  battle  of  egos  ringing  in  his  ears.  no  one  else  seemed  to  be  jumping  at  the  thought  of  preventing  further  damages  and  injuries  though. 

“  t’anks,  t’anks  a  lot.  “  he  replied,  a  hint  of  sarcasm  entangling  with  his  irish  accent.  the  louder  the  pair  got,  the  more  frustrated  finley  became  and  eventually  he  pushed  one  man  into  a  booth  with  a  look  of  warning.  his  free  hand  slamming  the  base  of  a  glass  of  water  against  the  tabletop  in  front  of  him.  “  drink it.  “  he  instructed,  the  other  party  nattering  away  in  his  ear.  “  you.  fuck  off,  will ya?  “  he  hissed,  head  nodding  in  the  direction  of  a  booth  filled  with  the  man’s  acquaintances. 

satisfied  that  the  two  men  were  somewhat  calm  and  distant  from  one  another,  finley  rolled  his  sleeves  up  then  smoothed  the  front  of  his  shirt  out  before  adjusting  his  belt.  relieved  that  he  hadn’t  needed  to  apply  much  force,  or  roll  around  to  restrain  one  of  the  men.  after  all,  this  was  one  of  his  favourite  shirts.  

strolling  back  towards  where  paris  was  sitting,  finley  seated  himself  next  to  them  with  a  groan.  part  of  him  forgetting  about  the  bruises  which  covered  his  back  which  he  endured  during  the  battle.  returning  to  his  drink,  he  propped  an  eyebrow  up.  “  hope  you  haven’t  put  anything  in  this  while  i  was  sorting  dumb  and  dumber  out.  “  he  teased,  knocking  the  liquid  back  without  further  hesitation. 

Paris sipped their drink, watching as the tall muscular extremely attractive man broke up the argument there was something about how he pushed the man into the booth that made Paris wish it had been them. There was also something about fin’s accent that made Paris weak at the knees, that thick Irish accent and the way the work ‘fuck’ sounded coming from his lips was almost too much to bare. Paris smirked and took another sip finishing their drink before signally for another.

Relaxing back into the seat with a small smile as Fin sat by their side, the next question catching them a little of guard. As good looking as he was and as much as Paris wanted fin to themselves it was never something that Paris would have considered, besides they didn’t need the aid of a little something extra, Paris’ charm was more than capable of achieving their goals.

“Trust me handsome, that won’t be necessary.”

The feeling Fin gave Paris was hard to describe, not to mention the effect that the alcohol was having on their system. With Reign back in the outlands Paris was craving his touch and now that was impossible, well at least until they got to go back home. Right now Paris was looking for a distraction, and right now Fin was the object of their attention.

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marinfms​:

          marin  was  a  bit  of  a  recluse.   it  wasn’t  necessarily  by  personal  choice  so  much  as  it  was  caused  by  her  incessant  need  to  dive  head - first  into  any  and  all  work  she  did.   she  was  a  bit  anti - social,  yes,  so  this  interaction  was  something  she  hadn’t  much  anticipated.   she  can’t  remember  the  last  time  she’d  went  anywhere  with  anyone.

          there’s  a  halt  in  her  steps,  body  turning  as  the  reports  in  her  hand  were  soon  tucked  close  against  her  chest  as  she  crossed  her  arms.     “   and  what’s  the  catch  ?   ”

Paris smirked, obviously having caught Marin off guard. They had noticed over their time here in Terra that she didn’t go out much, which meant that maybe the attention they gave her might work favourably, that and she was rather easy on the eyes, and they could never say no to a pretty face. Paris grinned mischievously, another possible mark on their list. 

“Well you would have the the honour of having a drink with the best dressed Terran.” they smirked again. 

“Beside’s you look a little over worked, I bet you could do with break.”

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marinfms​:

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:   within  the  walls  of  tera. 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐:   terrans.

          “   make  it  quick,  please.   ”     eyes  don’t  stray  from  the  reports  in  her  hands  as  she  made  her  way  out  of  her  office  &  out  of  the  building.   the  security  breach  was  one  of  her  worst  nightmares,  a  truly  dreadful  situation  that  occurred  while  the  system  was  under  her  partial  command.   since  the  breach,  marin  had  barely  slept   –––   that  much  was  clear  from  the  obvious  bags  beneath  her  eyes.   she  had  returned  every  ounce  of  focus  back  to  her  job  as  she  tried  to  fix  the  heart  murmur  that  had  shone  through  tera  just  a  little  over  a  day  ago.   attention  is  torn  from  the  reports,  one  hand  lifting  to  close  the  folder  as  she  pulled  herself  to  a  stop  to  face  the  other.     “   do  you  need  something  ?   ”

Paris glided over to Marin, full of whimsical energy. The plan was to charm Marin into getting drinks and then use some of Paris’ dazzling charm to get some intel on what went down after all they had a job to do. They were not slumming it here in Tera for nothing, as Reign was stuck on the outside it meant that Paris was the only one who could contract the information they needed.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to get a drink, you know later after you finish your busy work?”

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location: the black. open to: all terrans.

halfway  through  an  intense  game  of  poker,  finley’s  palms  were  increasingly  sweaty  and  he  was  sure  his  opponent  was  cheating.  after  all,  he  could  sense  dodgyness  from  a  mile  off,  thanks  to  his  father.  a  glass  of  straight  whiskey  in  hand,  he  knocked  it  back  without  a  second-thought.  no  grimace  presenting  across  his  features  as  the  liquid  slid  down  his  throat.  he  wasn’t  a  sore  loser,  he  had  superb  sportsmanship  but  this  game  was  beginning  to  fall  into  a  line  of  tricks.  tricks  he  couldn’t  be  asked  for. 

poker  was  a  painstakingly  slow  game,  both  players  had  to  immerse  themselves  in  full  concentration  or  risk  losing  mounds  of  money.  angered  by  the  other,  his  opposite  became  distracted  by  a  disgruntled  observer  who  was  ten  pints  down  and  wobbling  around  wrecking  the  joint.  tapping  his  fingers  impatiently  against  the  surface  of  the  poker  table,  he  soon  stood  and  clarified  that  their  game  was  over. 

pushing  himself  from  the  bench,  he  swivelled  to  join  another  crowd  of  onlookers.  but  it  wasn’t  long  before  his  attention  was  soon  drawn  back  to  the  previous  player  and  the  drunk  when  a  burst  of  rage  filled  the  room,  both  shouting  at  one  another  and  causing  others  in  the  vicinity  to  jump.  “  whoa,  dude.  you  need  to  chill. “  he  grasped  the  shoulder  of  his  previous  opponent.  gaze  shifting  to  another  observer  to  symbolise  he  needed  some  kind  of  help  in  settling  the  pair  of  banshees. 

Paris was just here to have a good time, after the events of the last few days Paris needed to drown their sorrows. Paris used the last of the stuff, they gave half of it to Reign, the name lingered in their mind. “Damn reign and his stupid eyes.” Paris muttered under their breath. They were supposed to be home right now where the liquid wasn’t an issue and now Paris was out too, Reign owed them for this big time.

Somehow the night had brought Paris to the black, one of the lesser known, only the brave or stupid enter these locations place in terra but Paris was feeling kind of reckless and the black seemed to be all the rage, at least tonight anyway.Their attention had been held by a tall rather handsome gentlemen playing poker, Paris had never really understood poker but those looks that was something they could work with. A smirk spread across their face as very vivd images crossed their mind. 

Paris was pulled from their thoughts as the one they had been eyeing stood up and left the table and then came booming sound of slurred speech from the other player at the table. Oh goody a fight, just what Paris needed the perfect distraction there was nothing like too men rolling around on the floor in a fit of passion. Although it wasn’t quite the passion Paris had planned for it would for now. 

They noticed suddenly the the handsome ones eyes were on his, it almost appeared as if he was asking for help. 

“Don’t look at me handsome, I’m not ruining this outfit.” Paris responded taking another sip from their drink.