He spoke as if the existence of these beings were guaranteed, rather than yet another piece of the potential fiction woven together by their guest. They had spent centuries by each other's side, it was surprising to discover a topic Bal knew of that he himself was unaware.
"Have you dealt with a Fateweaver before? Why would they pose no threat?" When would Bal have even learned of them? "If these people do exist, I think there is some merit in assessing their potential danger to us. Or learning anything about them first actually." Their guest had done little more in the moment other than dropping the name without much more elaboration.
I don't think Bal is all that thrilled by that look JJ is giving either so--
Ah. He knows that look. Though he doesn't feel as though he's entirely wrong for not being happy to see his son being held by someone he doesn't know well, JJ doubted that Mhoirbheinn (or Balmoral, even) was the one to prompt such a thing. It's small, but his lips curl into an apologetic smile.
"...Sorry if I was glaring. I didn't expect Misne to be around, when I heard you two were here-- It was a rough day, so I must be a little on edge. I'll get him out of your hair, and let you two get back to whatever you were up to before."
"If you're sightseeing, you should head down to the market quarter once it starts to get dark. People are starting to get the wishing stones ready for the festival next month, so there'll be some interesting stuff going on. I'm sure I'll see you around if you're going to be here much longer, but if not, enjoy your stay. The people are probably pretty excited to have such important visitors here."
“Smash, though I must admit I do not entirely enjoy the use of such a word in regard to her.” Yes it may convey the truth of his interest but the lacking respect with that single term left a bitter taste on his tongue. “Lady Ceilidh has quite the charm and wit about her. Frankly I cannot imagine anyone not agreeing with my response.”
Two bingos for Deianeira, almost three cause who doesn’t like the demon princes of Hell?! Ready to play with the devil, huh~?
“I like a woman that knows what she wants.” If you’re up for it, we can see what trouble these two can get into. Deianeira is always welcome when she’s feeling playful~
Poison Aftermath: Mentions of Zhifeng and Altyn (@arcxnumvitae and @thewolfisawake)
"Her temperature has gone down a couple degrees but still feverish." Rio holds up a washcloth. "I was going to re-wet this for Miss Altyn."
Kaede doesn't look up at the entrance of his brother, back facing him as he runs fingers through silky hair. Motion gentle, other hand resting on the dragon's chest, keeping the time of their heartbeats.
"While taxus brevifolia is effective, and the tea I made is strong, it still takes time. And without knowing how long before Zhifeng called me they even ingested it.....not knowing the speed in which it traveled, on top of not even knowing how supernaturals even react....." Words trail off with a note of frustration, shoulders uncharacteristically tense on the pureblood's usually easygoing frame. Such severity was unnatural on his features. "Too much is unknown, too many factors unidentified for me to have enough answers." His hand stills as if the metaphorical lightbulb had gone off. "Yet, the cure seemed almost....too easy. Does that make sense?"
Rio meets his brother's gaze with puzzlement, not really following this train of thought though he knew he'd get an explanation. It had been this way since they were kids.
"It's as if poisoning them wasn't the goal. The poison wasn't really the point in all this. Is there a message here? Something I'm not seeing?" He starts muttering to himself as he tries to put puzzle pieces together without having them all. Without even having half if he's being honest. "Maybe there was something to steal here? Zhifeng does possess quite a number of material items of value, and I'd assume Altyn has her own treasures tucked away. So maybe material belongings-"
"What about you?"
"Hm? No, I don't think I possess nearly the collection of valua-"
"No, no!" Rio cuts Kaede off for the second time, not sure why he thinks he's right, knows he's right, but he was having some sort of...."gut feeling" that made him almost positive. (Not actually positive because you couldn't actually be positive without evidence proving blah blah blah or whatever Kaede went on about) But Rio feels that he's onto something. "What if the goal wasn't them at all? What if it's you? I mean, who else would make an antidote that fast?"
Kaede turns back to Zhifeng, his jewel, laying on the bed. So gorgeous and lovely as any sleeping beauty, stable, yet chest rising a bit too shallow still for the coroner's liking.
"Me? Improbable. I can't imagine what I'd have to offer whoever did this." Though Kaede would find out who was responsible. Find out and make sure they truly understood the full splendor of the seven trillion nerves that made up the body's nervous system.
Rio sighs at being shut down so quickly, but doesn't argue it. No point to it right now with his brother's mind more focused on making sure these two made it through. While Kaede definitely had a bias, he'd been splitting his time moving between the two rooms to make sure vital signs were on the incline.
With a freshly wet cloth in hand, Rio makes his way back to his chair by Altyn's bedside, gently brushing damp bangs aside to lay it flat along her forehead.
"Miss Altyn, I feel it. I feel that I'm right." He touches her cheek gently before withdrawing.
"Rest up and get better, alright? I still want to take you out dancing. Or bowling maybe. Do you like bowling? I'm surprisingly pretty good at it. Or both. Dancing and bowling. Whatever you like."
“Ah, so the little runaway returns. For good this time, yes?”
Haru says nothing, merely grit his teeth as lavender irises remain glued to the floor.
“Amazing how many of you are so quick to run when not long ago you all were so willing to fight for these clans.”
“This is not what we were fighting for.”
“Then what we’re you fighting for?”
“Freedom. Choice. Certainly not you.” He was still pissed that they’d even thought of involving Bryony let alone actually allowing all of this to happen. What happened to their mission? To Kyoko’s words? He couldn’t believe his cousin was sitting back allowing this to happen.
Laughter rang out from the queens lips. “You are free enough. But you couldn’t continue without help. What, did you really expect to be able to maintain the clans in such a state of disorganization? With so many dead? The clans will have died away if not for me. You should be grateful.”
A low growl rumbled in his throat. “This is no different than before. The only thing you allow different is for people to leave rather than die. If they stay all remains the same. Even dragging in innocent people all for what? Power? Wealth? We are already one of the most power and wealthy species-“
“One of them. But not the most powerful or wealthy. Not anymore. I will not stand to watch my creation fall like those pathetic lycanthropes. We are better than that and I will reclaim our position at the top of the food chain whether you are there to live it or not. But no matter where you choose to be, you will not be able to save your little friend. They’ve made their choice, she belongs to Yiannis now.”
“She’s not some possession!”
“Bite your tongue boy, or you won’t be around at all. And little Haru won’t be missed. What, with how often you disappear, they’ll just assume you ran away. Again.”
"Where've you been, man? I've been having to take randos in," Taehyun called into the party chat, seeing a familiar username amongst them. (Kizaru)
@thewolfisawake
"Sorry dude, work's been a piece of shit, yknow?" he replies as he's getting settled in. "Why didn't you try and make some new buds so you can find someone else to bother." he snickers teasingly.
( @thewolfisawake ) asked: ➹ Sakuya Watanuki from Servamp
Send me a FC and I’ll make a muse for it! || Always Accepting
Name: Rex Sohail
Birthday/Age: May 21st / 43 (appears to be in his early 20′s)
Species: Chameleonic
Hair/Eyes/Height: Pale green / bright red / 6′3
Occupation: TBA
Gender: Male
Orientation: Demisexual / Demiromantic
Bio: Most don’t know where the Chameleonic race came from, most don’t even know they exist. To those who do, some believe they were a genetically modified human spliced with Chameleon DNA. Others believe their some form of evolved beings. No one other than the ones involved know that they were simply created on the whims of the goddess of the wild. Always the curious one, she chose to tamper with the DNA of a chameleon, giving them some human qualities to see what would happen. She never thought it would bring about the beginning of an entirely new race.
She fell in love with her newest creations, teaching them all that she knew and how to survive in the world that they lived in. They thrived under her watch, she continued to create enough until they were able to sustain themselves. That was centuries ago. Rex is merely one of the many left in this world, hidden in plain sight. They do have the ability to camouflage their appearance and usually end up with rather vibrant features.
Rex himself has pale green hair, vivid red eyes with black slits for pupils. He can change the color of his skin, hair and anything else on him to suit his environment and needs. When his skin changes colors, it takes on a scale like appearance as it blends into its surroundings. He has two eyelids just like a normal chameleon though such a feature is difficult to see unless your eyesight is good enough and you know to look for it because his eyelids can close quickly enough that it seems like only one. With both lids open, he has an extended peripheral vision that allows him to see a far wider range than most other creatures. The closing of the first lid but not his second gives him the ability to see in the dark though he rarely uses this unless alone because it causes his eyes glow an eerie shade of green.
While the reptiles are not immortal, they tend to live for very long periods of time unlike their reptilian ancestors. The exact amount is unknown, it seems to vary from one Chameleonic to another. They’ve adapted well over the centuries since their creation and are able to fool even those who know what to look for with their abilities to camouflage themselves and are even able to change their scent when needed. They tend to prefer warmer environments, especially those with a more tropical feel and can usually be fond out in the sun. They’re cold blooded just like chameleons are too, needing to use their surrounding environment to keep their body at a stable temperature and usually feel a bit on the cool side to touch when compared to the average human temperature.
Rex is something of an unpredictable man, tends to do anything on just a whim rather than really think it through. A feature he might have thought was gained from his creator if she had been around still during his life. He’s outgoing, eccentric, and a bit of a show off and knows he is but doesn’t try to change for anyone. He likes who he is and if someone else doesn’t, then they aren’t worth his time. He can occasionally come off cocky but that’s usually more him simply teasing or messing around rather than actually being so.
