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[evaxsombra]

🔻 — What traditions do you find most odd this time of year?

I heard Hearts give money, but it’s like a game of who can give the proper amount without offending the other person. I think that’s pretty odd. Why can’t you just appreciate that they tried to give a lil’ extra for your hard work, like a bonus? Or a lil’ less ‘cause they didn’t do too well this past year? Hearts are weird that way, but I guess that’s how they’re raised? They should just give each other food and make a game of who can make the best dish. Now that’s a gift that keeps on givin’!

[phoenixkadeu]

🤍 — Do you want a snow white Yeon Nen?

“Why the hell would I ever want that?” in that regard Asra was a stereotypical fire elementalist “Look, I have the utmost respect for water as an element and for water elementalist, but really snow is not my thing” he waved his hands around as if somehow that would help him explain his point “I even have the symbol tattooed on the back of my neck” he pushed down his collar slightly “you can check, I don’t mind”. Then he leaned forward, elbows on top of his knees, eyes squinted as he looked forward “besides warm weather is better for everyone, you wouldn’t want those poor people on the streets to freeze to death would you?”

[scnreiis]

🍁 — What is your New Years Resolution? 

Rei would tell you that she doesn’t have one but it’s actually a little complex. She’s never been too good at interpersonal relationships so one of her goals is to improve on those. She feels like she’s just sort of drifting. In the past, it was clear to her who was wrapped around her finger, who was under her foot being crushed by her grace and who was defiant and needed to be turned around. Now, she sort of feels like she’s on the outside looking in and she feels detached, even though, she may not be. She’s basically faking all the right feelings and all the right faces to be in the moment but she’s the further thing from it. 

[kadeuxhyeonju]

💮 — How do you feel about the Yeon Nen decorations?

They’re lovely. I enjoy the lanterns in particular. They’re soothing to look at. And I grudgingly admit I like to enjoy the Zoo Lights at the Academy. The Elementalists do a fantastic job of bringing the scenery to life.

[mallickshah]

🔥 — Describe a mistake you made this last year.

Had he done such a thing as a make mistake this year? If he had, there had been no repercussions, no consequences, therefore it never happened and it didn’t exist. So he gave a casual shrug, the drink he was filling for the man sitting in front of him who had thrown the question his way, now all done and ready to quench his thirst. “I’ve apparently been rather good at decisions making this year, nothing in sight to keep me awake all night long.” 

Besides, even if he had and had had to face the consequences of a wrong choice, it would have paled in comparison to the one that was irreversible and still haunted him to this day. The one that would haunt him to his death. Everything else would always pale in comparison. Mallick quietly moved to the next person he had to tend to at his bar, nothing unusual going on here, they tended to get rather talkative after a few drinks. He was here to make sure they kept drinking and kept paying. 

[kadeuxhyeonju]

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Kadeu, Club Territory, Dragonfire Hot Springs

Lotus Lantern Release

31 December 2020, Evening

It’s freezing.

Hyeonju picks up his pace as he makes his way through the streets of Club. He tucks his muted grey overcoat more tightly around himself, pushing his gloved hands further into the folds. His black merchant boots leave prints in the snow. He looks up to see the sky is silver bluish grey, making the night look closer to dawn than just after dusk. It would be quite beautiful if Hyeonju didn’t hate winter so much. He sighed to himself, puffs of air forming clouds in front of his face before dissipating. At least he’d be warm once he made it to the hot springs.

It had been a rough year to put it lightly and the Ten of Heart was in desperate need of respite. He wanted this shitty year to end on a positive note, that’s all he asked. Which is why he found himself attending an event that was mostly being attended by lowrankers and Clubs—as one does when they’re a high ranker Heart. Hyeonju laughed softly to himself, but once he pushed through the Dragonfire’s doors and was met by warm, humid air and the soft murmur and laughter of a happy and content crowd, Hyeonju found himself a bit more at ease. He paid his fee and received a small lantern in return.

He took his time getting to the water’s edge, taking in the modest attire of the people around him and the casual atmosphere. It was relaxing in a way that Heart would never be. Right now, all the businesses in his district were filled with rowdy patrons and music and gossip, and for once the Heart found himself wanting peace.

Finally reaching the hot springs themselves, Hyeonju bent down gracefully. The water was already decorated with other guests’ beautiful lanterns and it left Hyeonju mesmerized. After a moment of awe, Hyeonju shucked his boots off, settling them beside him, rolled up his pants, and dipped his feet in the water. Some groups had thought to do the same. It was nice. Hyeonju lit the lantern with the match given to him, stared into the soft flame before gently setting it on the water and watching it drift to join the others. There was no prayer, only all his negative feelings poured into the little boat in the hopes it would take it all away.

Hyeonju sighed and tipped his head back. He glanced around after a bit looking for the face that had put this little event together. He spotted the Ace a little distance away and met his eyes. “Kol,” he greeted happily. “It’s been too long. Nice party. Very in line with your tastes…and now it appears mine as well.”

[evaxsombra]

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Kadeu, Forest Around Spade and Club

16th December 2020, Early Morning

Leaves and freshly fallen snow crunched under Eva’s Spade-issued winter boots. The forest was silent save for a handful of birds chirping off in the distance. Her bow was gripped firmly in one hand while the other had an arrow nocked, ready to get a shot off at the first sign of life. The Shifter’s ears were moving this way and that, sensitive to even the slighest noise. Her nose was more of a snout now, sniffing out possible prey. Eva’s cane was safely tucked into her jacket; she needed both hands for hunting and it wouldn’t do her much good out here.

The flutter of wings made Eva tilt her head in its direction, bow following suit. She let her arrow fly. “Damn. Missed.” She heard the air around the arrow whistle as its sound faded into the distance, never making the soft thump that follows a successful hit. Eva let her arms drop and she huffed a long sigh. She’d been out here for hours and still not one decent catch. She had been lucky that one time she caught that handful of pheasants. Today’s hunt was a common occurence much to the Shifter’s frustration. She had hoped she’d have improved by now, but clearly that wasn’t the case.

“What am I doing wrong? I’ve got the ears, the nose—I know how to shoot a bow! UGH!” How was she supposed to become Ace if she couldn’t even hit a bird?

[generalkwon]

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21 December 2020; Early Morning The Wilds; Facecard Area Yeon Nen; The Wild Hunt

The General sits in a wooden chair beside a small wooden table, sipping a steaming cup of coffee as he reads the Deck. Behind him, a pair of Spade squires are quietly squabbling about the correct way to erect the tent. Though Jihoon could easily use grey mana and his years of experience to put the tent up in record time, he’d rather have the young squires learn the valuable skill of tent building. After all, though the weather is chilly the cold is by no means unbearable, especially in his winter uniform.

As the Wild Hunt is essentially a social requirement for Aces, Jihoon is dressed in his Formal Winter Uniform. With his rank on either arm and (most) of his medals on his chest, the General is far from the most elaborately clothed; yet is also not the plainest. Not that he’s given anyone’s clothing choices, including his own, more than half a thought. He finishes the mug of coffee and, with a satisfied expression, sets it atop the table. As he continues to read the paper, a third squire flits up and removes the empty cup, leaving the General to his paper.

Hearing another party approach, the General looks up. He stands smoothly, folding his paper and setting it down before he makes his way over the newcomer. A quick glance towards the other’s wrist confirms this is the new Club Ace. Jihoon isn’t familiar with the man, but judging by the intel he’s gathered about the man’s father, he’s either in for a painful few minutes or a pleasant surprise. “Hello,” he says in a confident monotone, hand held out in greeting. “My name is Kwon Jihoon, Ace of Spades.”