#askelspeth

[dibacie]

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Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair

⊰ “““❖ ⊱ It was odd for the vampire to find time for peace yet alone that of an undisturbed slumber.However this he did fall into.  The day itself bore warmth and an alluring comfort that lulled one to lower any guard they had.  Such vigil hardly existed in such an environment, though hardly did Sorin protest.  Instead he found comfort and let consciousness slip.

--Though with a gentle hand a small bloom was placed just behind the Markov's ear.  This was enough to rouse him in a suddenness.  Upon the beginnings of waking did his own hand strike out and grasp the other's.  The other hand far more occupied with the blossom sitting above his left ear.  With the initial shock gone he did release and pluck the flower gently from his hair and hold it out in front of him.  His fingers gently gliding upon the petals, careful not to crush such a delicate structure.  This only brought a further confusion to the Markov as his gaze went from the flora to the perpetrator at hand.

--Hardly the woman seemed apologetic, though why should she?  It was not act of violence, no act to shame Sorin.  This only worsened his bafflement.  Despite such, the elder planeswalker gave a small grin and shook his head.              "I didn't think of you of all people            to be one to do such trivial things.                  I have to wonder.  Why?"  His head canted and with it silvery strands cast themselves to the side.  Truly this did make him ponder the situation.  What was the knight's aim?  As sweet a gesture as it was it left him dumbfounded.

[dibacie]

⊰ “““❖ ⊱  Rather carefully did his digits stroke the flat of his blade in a brief inspection for any grime or notches made in the metal through battle.  Only upon nearing the quillon did the Innistradi's fingers brush against a fragment of dried vitae that had caught in the blade's ornamental groves.  True, they had been impractical but he sought something of a finer element than the mundane sort many of the younger races used.  Only that small portion had been affected by the residue and was swiftly cleaned off.

--It was lucky for the Markov that this plane's night held its peace for he found focus and the patience for the diligence needed to care for his precious sword.  Even with the more obscene stains gone from her surface, she needed more care.  However even upon this task Sorin had tensed upon the sensing of an intrusion.  The pitch and citrine gaze trailing along the outer walls of the makeshift hamlet.   T'was not of their kinsfolk as he had initially suspected.

--After a moment's passing did he return attentions to the sword, polishing it to a greater shine.  One of the few possessions that he held even from his second infancy.  She was a precious thing and a gift bestowed by one even more precious before she was lost.  And as though lost in thought the Markov gave pause.  His hand slid off from the blade with cloth and set it to his side when the vampire again gave a wary glance to his surroundings.  Perhaps this place was not as tranquil as he thought, yet he had heard naught of denizens that terrorize these folk in the deeper parts of the night.

[askkrenko]

I can't believe you would send gifts to that murderous human! She is deserving of no cake! You know who is dead and deserves many things, this satyr. So chop chop I need incense, dragon blood, instruments, ancient Ravnican hallucinogenic mushrooms and baked goods. I swear I'm going to hold a revel here if it kills me. Err again.

"Hey, I don’t send the gifts. Pretty much ever, I just carry out the contracts," Krenko explained. "Dak here has been working with Elspeth for some time, since I introduced them a couple years back. Says he even got in on that ‘summon a bunch of dudes to smite Polukranos’ party. If you want gifts sent, now that we have the means, you should contact people who were your friends in life, and, for a small fee, they can have me deliver to Athreos whatever they want to send.”

[askkrenko]

A Cunning Plan With No Chance of Success

"This is stupid," Krenko stated. "For the record."

"I'm paying for it, we're doing it!" Dak replied.

"Hey, if we weren't, we wouldn't have come all the way to Akroas to begin with... Is the cake ready?"

Dak set down a cake. It was chocolate, with white frosting, and piping that said 'We mis yoo Lspif Elspeth." Sitting atop it were two coins. He then proceeded to back up.

"Bombs ready," Krenko said, and two other goblins rushed in, dropping large bombs beside the cake. "SCATTER!"

A moment later, a massive explosion shook the area. Cake splattered everywhere. A crater, a few feet across, left in the ground.

"We done?" Krenko asked.

"We're done," Dak said. "If that cake isn't dead, nothing is."

"And you're sure Athreos takes cakes?"

"No, but he takes money, right?"

"...Alright, everyone! Back through the portal. Time is money! Seriously, that portal takes a lot of power! We'll use an Auntie to contact her later. Move, move, move!"

[ask-oona]

((Well now that Elspeth-mod is back from the dead (Shame her character isn't) I guess it's time to resume the Queen-off.))

[askjor-kadeen]

Jor?! I thought you were dead!?

So did I. I'm sorry, I don't know what is happening. I don't even know if you're real. Are you dead too?

[drasthenes]

Hotel Athreos

Concierge: Welcome, darling. My, you're a beauty. (reaches out a skeletal hand) There, there, sweetheart, now, there's no need to cry . . .

Elspeth: (sniffing) Get your damn hands off me.

Concierge: (narrowing eyesockets) Oh, I see. Called before your time, were you? (checks clipboard) Yes, well, Erebos has a habit of pushing up reservation dates without notifying guests ahead of time . . .

Elspeth: Actually, it was I who notified him I'd be arriving early. So, can I get my key already?

Concierge: My dear, what's the rush? Here at Hotel Athreos, we have all the time in the Underworld! (chuckles) Oh, right. You're not in the mood for humor. Alright, my dear, this way. Let me get your things.

Elspeth: (growling) I don't have any things. The only thing I *did* have was lodged inside my living body by the almighty God of the Sun.

Concierge: . . . Well now, doesn't that sound unpleasant.

Elspeth: You could say that.

Concierge: (approaching desk) Miss Argentina, could you find the reservation for Miss Elspeth Tirel?

Receptionist: One moment please. (gesturing to counter) Help yourself to a cookie. They're complimentary.

Elspeth: No thanks.

Concierge: Well, if there's anything else you need, my darling, don't hesitate to ask. It will be my pleasure. You know where to find me! Ta-ta! (exits)

Elspeth: (to herself) What a dick. (to Receptionist) Could you do me a favor?

Receptionist: What's that, hon?

Elspeth: Could you look up the room number of a guest for me?

Receptionist: Sure. What's the name?

Elspeth: . . . Daxos . . .

Receptionist: One moment please. (flipping through papers) It looks like he checked out only yesterday. I'm sorry.

Elspeth: (sighing) Thank you.

[asktheoneandonlypyromaster]

16. What is the worst nightmare you've had?

"My thoughts immediately go to a recurring nightmare I sometimes have, involving the events at The Eye. It always has to do with me doing something different, being aware and trying to change things, but the outcome is always the same."