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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Jan 13, 2023 17:33:29 GMT -5
By the Gods, she needed a drink.
What begun as a simple search and rescue mission, developed into an adventure with such proportions that ended with Kamille and Killian starring deep into a dragon matriarch's eyes. When the memory flashed in her mind, she couldn’t help but feel a giant chunk of ice drop into her stomach as she relived the moment the matriarch seemingly chose to let them live, instead of making a snack. For a moment she felt sorry for Killian, that had no business being dragged into all of that and had just happened at her doorstep when she decided to go out on that adventure. Diverged from his own path, Kamille was thankful enough for his company and let him take all of the reward of the mission, plus a hug. For her, the reward did not lie on the gold.
They were alive, and Mr. Lamithor was grateful enough, and wouldn’t stop recounting their adventure for anyone that would hear. He even gave Kamille his Necklace of Animal Speech, while they spent most of the night apparently exchanging notes and excitedly talking about their research. The Witch of Moonglade looked obscenely interested in Mr. Lamithor's notes, which was possibly why she came to rescue him in the first place.
Dragons. His research was about dragons...
Kamille, indeed, had a special place in her heart for beasts and monsters......
Poe was the first one to arrive, her image shimmering softly before she dropped her invisibility entirely, right in front of the stabilishment. The Rookery. Fitting, she found. Fancy. Good taste, with a touch of chaos thrown into it, given the history of the building. Kamille would like it - would probably find some weird meaning behind the clock that wasn't working anymore. And with the sun setting behind a mountain or another, the reddish hue it lend the sky greatly muted by the volcano's ashen clouds, it didn’t feel as hot as it was just a few hours ago. She wasn’t often one to complain of harsh conditions, but would appreciate the lack of the oppressing heat for a moment and the ashes that got stuck in her throat.
However, it didn’t take a minute for her to feel another presence looming behind her, as Edgar also dropped his mantle of invisibility. It took her all her might to not chuckle as she glanced over and saw the deep scowl he had. Never had she seen someone as grumpy and resentful as him, and while on most situations that worked on their favor, she had a feeling this was not one of those.
"If you try a little harder, you might as well poke holes on the walls by just starring like that."
"Do you think I can poke holes on people like that too?"
"Just don’t embarrass me."
While it sounded more like a challenge than a warning, all Poe did was sigh right before she crossed the threshold of the Rookery, Edgar following along. There would be some time to kill before the other party members arrived, and while they were already set to stay somewhere else for the night, Kamille had wanted to see Zarius' place for herself.
Kamille wasn’t sure what to expect of Darkveil City, but she found it much more lively than the image she had in her head. Still humming with activity, even as the sun started to set, some part of her knew that if she wasn’t accompanied, her purse would be picked clean in a matter of moments as she stepped into the city. She tried to remain closer to Killian, as she looked around, seemingly looking for something or someone. There were still people trying to sell their goods on the streets, and if her experience living at Sol City was worth anything, in the few moments they've been there she had heard at least three or four proposals that sounded like half-baked scams.
"I'm so tired.... I just want to have a drink and rest for a while. Have you ever been to this city before? Do you know where is the Dancer's den?"
There was a hint of aprehensiveness in her voice. Looking lost and foreign in a place like that, bustling with prying eyes and quick hands, was certainly an easy way into a ditch.
"I happen to know such a place, my lady!"
For a moment the voice startled her, coming from a nearby alley that they had just seen empty. The man that approached was rather suspicious, dressed in black from head to toe, with a pin of a black feather in his chest. A long bow rested on his back. For such theatrics and ominous approach, Kamille's aprehensiveness seemed to melt immediately in the presence of the man, as the light of recognition went off. It was understable that, for Killian, it might've sounded as just another scammer, so she hurried to clarify things for him.
"Killian, this is Allan. Don’t worry, he works for me. It's.... a rather long story, perhaps you'll be able to hear it tonight or any other night. Allan, did you find The Rookery?"
Allan smiled. The archer held a hint of the dramatic that she had thought would clash with his job - but surprisingly, he always managed to pull it off smoothly, even if it sometimes meant an Edgar's fist to his face. The same way the lady herself, he was a half-elf with dark hair,
"Edgar and Poe must already be waiting. Follow me."
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Post by Eameia (Zarius unavailable) on Jan 14, 2023 22:27:09 GMT -5
Eirynor and Eameia are at the bar, currently going over a few new drinks to be added to the Rookery’s menu. The female tiefling takes a sip from a short glass with a few layers of different ingredients.
“Hm, I think it needs some more sour.” She slides the glass back across the bar to the tall half-elf.
Eirynor takes the glass and tries the drink himself, furrowing his brow in response and then signing to Eameia.
“I suppose that is true if someone has a sweet tooth, but I think it needs to be more sour.”
The half-elf sighs and sets the glass down before adding a few bar spoons worth of a clear liquid from an amber colored glass bottle. He stirs the drink a few times then slides it back over to her.
She takes another drink from it. “Much better,” she comments with a teasing wink.
Eirynor rolls his eyes and starts working on the next test cocktail by slicing up some fruit.
When the front door opens and Poe and Edgar step into the lounge, Eameia looks over curiously. Spotting the pair out of the corner of his eye, Eirynor crouches behind the bar to rearrange some glasses down there. The tiefling takes notice but doesn’t draw any attention to the odd behavior of the half-elf, standing up from her seat and putting on a friendly smile towards the two.
“Hello. Please, sit anywhere you like.” She gestures to the strangely empty bar before striding over to the end of the counter to fetch them a menu.
The sound of footsteps comes down the stairs at the end of the room and Zarius appears from upstairs. He shoots Poe and Edgar a welcoming smile before giving Eameia a curious head tilt when he doesn’t see Eirynor anywhere. She points behind the bar and signs to him.
He is hiding.
Zarius chuckles and shakes his head before walking over to Poe and Edgar. “Welcome to Darkveil City, should I expect Lady Kamille is on her way?” He doubts the two would have come all this way without the famed Witch of Moonglade, though he didn't want to presume.
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Post by Killian Glae on Jan 15, 2023 2:49:57 GMT -5
Killian tugged at the new cloak Joe Lamithor had given him. By gently touching the dark blue gem that clasped the cloak around him, the entire thing would harden into something as strong as steel. Killian had to admit, he was impressed. This could definitely come in handy.
He looked up at Kamille’s question. “No. I’ve never been here before. And I, uh…” He cleared his throat awkwardly, “...Certainly wouldn’t know where someplace called the ‘Dancer’s Den’ would be located. I… Don’t visit those sorts of establishments.”
Someone called out, and Killian watched warily as a man approached, Kamille introducing him as Allan. Killian nodded a greeting, then followed behind as the other two led the way.
Kamille hadn’t really told him anything about the friend of hers, this… Zarius. But any friend of Kamille’s was likely to be the good sort, he thought. He couldn’t imagine the kind witch keeping any other sort of company. Aside from himself, he thought wryly.
Allan led the way to the Rookery, and as they approached, Killian craned his head up to look at the clock tower. It was an interesting setting for a bar, that’s for sure. As Allan and Kamille entered, Killian paused just outside for a moment, suddenly unsure. There was the slightest flutter in his chest, a nervousness that he couldn’t explain. He glanced behind him. No one caught his attention. ‘Relax.’ He told himself sternly, and followed Kamille into the Rookery.
Killian had to give it to the bar- It was very impressive. The ambiance was immediately to Killian’s liking. There were several people already here; A couple of people dressed similarly to Allan- Poe and Edgar, he would guess. There were also a couple of Tieflings, including- Killian’s eyes went wide for the briefest of moments. His breath caught in his throat, and his hand jerked towards his sword belt before he managed to stop it. He let out a breath, relaxing his suddenly tense muscles.
The Tiefling had horns, had dark skin… But no. His skin wasn’t as dark as… As… As it had been. Relax. Relax.
He stayed quiet, and waited for Kamille to introduce him.
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Post by Caedes Oleander on Jan 20, 2023 15:07:33 GMT -5
Crunch!Caedes stops mid-step. He furrows his brows somewhat, expression falling as he looks exasperatedly beneath his boot to find… a fine white powder, once originating from the unfortunate tailbone of some mouse that Caedes knows all too well has been caught and eaten by a certain mystical hell-spawn that roams the Rookery. He sighs. “ Charlotte, did you let Ebony in here?” Upside down on her web in the corner of the room, illuminated by a warm light that pours through one of the Rookery’s latticed windows, Charlotte looks at him innocently. “No.” she says, her voice tiny; it barely carries over the sound of business as usual downstairs. He stoops down, plucking the remaining bits of bone from the floor, and tipping up the cover of the fallen book it’s been hidden beneath. “ Then why is there an entire mouse corpse here?” “Ebony let herself in, and she brought us food.”Caedes rolls his eyes, looking over his shoulder at Charlotte’s web; it’s a rather large web, taking up a sizable corner of the room that she’s designated her space. There’s little things wrapped up in the threads— empty strawberry candy wrappers, feathers, dried flowers and cherry blossoms, and some kind of dog toy in the shape of a knife that squeaks in the middle of the night when the prismatic spider is possessed by the sudden urge to chew on something and keep him awake after a long trip.
All gifts that she’s collected at some point, even if some of them have turned to trash by now; he doesn't really have the heart to tell her to throw them out. “ Can you ask her to take the leftovers with her next time she lets herself in? I know I look like I’ve crawled out of a grave and everything, but I’d really prefer not to live in the graveyard itself.” Charlotte nods; and although Caedes knows she’ll do exactly what he’s asked, he also knows that Ebony will do exactly the opposite. Next time, she’ll probably bring two mice, in fact. Still, the changeling unlatches the upstairs window, and chucks out half a mouse’s spine. Fated to be an unexpected hair ornament, probably. He sighs, wiping his hand against his slacks as he closes the window and listens idly to the commotion downstairs. A familiar voice rises above the rest— distant, yet notable. Zarius, presumably done doing whatever the hell it is he does in his office— inquiring about… … Kamille… ? Caedes blinks. He runs his tongue beneath the points of his fangs, considering the woman who he’d last seen at the ball those months ago, and the events that had preceded it… and all in all, his memories of that night weren’t particularly fond. He’d seen her, albeit briefly, some weeks later in Frost Gale, but hadn’t found the time to greet her— and frankly, he’s not sure if she knew he was there. He taps the pad of his fingers restlessly against his thighs while he juggles with the idea of pretending he didn’t hear about her potential arrival, and being polite enough to skirt downstairs long enough to at least say hello. In the end, it’s the never-ending task of keeping up appearances and maintaining connections which draws Caedes downstairs. He doesn’t really hold anything against Kamille— he still regards her fondly, and with utmost respect; and it’s probably time he convinces whatever hesitations still linger of that as well. Charlotte, meanwhile, had sheepishly denied his offer to say hello, in favour of tidying up one of her piles of withering flower petals; and in a move he was sure he’d regret later, he left the door cracked just in case she changed her mind. … He knows he’s going to find Ebony inside later, though.
It’s difficult to tell that he’s even come downstairs until the changeling’s monochrome appearance draws out of the shadow and into the light from the stairway; he lingers for a moment, one hand on either side of the doorframe, as he scans the expanse of the Rookery from downstairs. Most days, the Rookery is filled with strangers with familiar faces; today, there’s more familiar faces than strangers, and… Caedes spots Kamille as she enters, alongside yet another familiar face. Son of a— why is Killian here? Caedes’ fingertips twitch, starting to push himself back into the shadows; and then he halts, noting the way that the man’s hand jerks towards his sword. For a moment, his attention flicks between him and Zarius, and he makes the troubling connection. The changeling breezes down the last step into the lobby of the Rookery, “ What a surprise to see all these familiar faces,” he greets, offering Zarius a side-glance as he pauses near the tiefling. He cocks his head, offering them a sly grin, “ Long time no see; welcome.”
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Jan 20, 2023 20:35:54 GMT -5
Poe squinted her eyes at Eameia, and even if she said nothing at the moment, the tiefling could be certain she understood sign language. But instead of pressing the matter, she turned to their host with a polite nod of the head.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Zarius. Yes, the Lady is on her way. She wanted to stop by the Rookery while on a mission here in the Ashlands. I hope you won't mind us around for a while."
And while they would take the menu from Eameia and pick a table to wait for the rest of the group, at the moment they would refrain from drinking. Both of them would be chatting soflty among themselves for the time being, curiously taking in the environment, as Poe would shoot a few curious glances over to the counter from time to time.
The awkwardness emanating from Killian is what prompted her to lean into the subject that, otherwhise, she would probably have dropped. But at this point Killian already must be aware of her need for some debauchery for once in a while, so she wondered how much of a surprise this information would be:
"I've been once to a place like this. Dressed as a lady of the night. For a mission. It was....................... Interesting."
Allan snickered, walking ahead of them, clearly still within earshot. He shot them a glance over the shoulder.
"No offense, boss, but........ That night only served to prove you are not cut for missions that involve discrecy. Although I will commend you for the fact you didn’t set the building on fire afterwards." It was clear that the man was at her employ and had been for a while, if they had already stories to share. Even if his appearance felt sudden, he was expected by her. As they walked side by side, Kamille took Killian's arm like she was used to do. She chuckled at Allan's remark, but the tone she used next was a bit more serious.
"This is probably a good story for other night... For the moment, I must tell you about Zarius. He is a business partner, and he owns this bar called The Rookery. I find it important to keep some friends close, and I wanted to take this opportunity to visit him. I hope this goes well."
It was a short walk, or so it seemed. The Witch's gaze was imediatelly drawn to the clock tower as they approached, and she tilted her head in a curious way, with squinted eyes and a thoughtful expression. Allan held the door open for them as he crossed the threshold first, and for a moment Kamille stopped to take in the interior of the Rookery. Every bit as fancy and tasteful as she imagined, she was still happily surprised by it - the kind of warmth that felt inviting, not oppressive. The other Black Quills had already taken a table, and she acknowledged their presence with a nod of the head, discretely returned. While they had all distinct features, they were all half-elves, wearing black clothes and with a discrete pin of a feather on their chest. And if the ambiance for a moment caught her attention, her eyes would eventually fall under their host, a pleasant smile touching her lips and making her eyes glint. The Witch gave Zarius a nod of the head.
"For a moment I was afraid I wouldn’t catch you around. Good evening, Zarius. I came to bother you some. And to have a drink, hope you don’t mind."
Kamille let go of Killian's arm to approach and greet the tiefling, apparently unaware of the swordsman hesitation, while Allan had discretely slipped away to join the other Black Quills at their table. Not only Kamille managed to get Zarius home, she was quick to recognize his sister was also present. Really present this time, in flesh; Kamille also gave the other tiefling a curteous nod of the head, a bit more excited to find a fellow mage.
"Looks like I chose the perfect day for my visit. Good evening, Eameia, how you've been? Giving your brother enough trouble, I hope?"
With a gesture of her hand, she indicated Killian, who she had hoped would follow her into the Rookery to approach the tieflings.
"This is my friend, Killian Glae. I hope you don’t mind me bringing my entourage along, we won't dwell much, I promise. Mr. Glae here agreed to help me find some lost researcher at Mt. Drakolt, and there's a high chance I wouldn’t be here if not for him. Killian, this is my.... business partner, Zarius. And his sister, Eameia. And...."
.............was that Caedes coming from inside?
Slowly, almost as slow as her brain was making the necessary connections, her lips started to upturn in a satisfied grin so wide and bright it was embarrassing. For a moment, her eyes darted from Caedes to Zarius and then back to Caedes.
Oh, Veliky would love to hear about this........
"Good evening, Caedes..... I hadn’t expect to see you here. I'm glad, though. It's been a while."
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Post by Eameia (Zarius unavailable) on Jan 21, 2023 17:18:50 GMT -5
Eameia hands a menu to the Black Quills and lets them know they can order whatever they like. She strides back over to the bar and leans against it while Eirynor continues to hide behind the bar.
When Kamille and Killian arrive, Zarius gives them both a respectful nod. He takes a quick glance over the swordsman he had never met before. Was he another one of the Black Quills? He notices Allan splits off to join Poe and Edgar at the table, yet the other man does not leave Kamille's side. He wasn't dressed like them either. Not a Black Quill then. Maybe another past lover of her's? Or current. The tiefling wouldn't be surprised either way.
"Good evening, Lady Kamille. I do not mind at all."
Killian's reaction hardly went unnoticed by anyone in the bar. Zarius' gaze flits down to Killian's sword as he reaches for it. His eyes narrow at the man, though the smile never falters.
Eameia, on the other hand, pays Killian no mind and smiles brightly at the witch. Kamille was even more stunning in person and the tiefling could hardly contain her excitement at finally getting to meet her properly. "I have been well. Not as much trouble as I would like but perhaps you could help me come up with some ideas."
"Gods above us." Zarius sighs exasperated.
Eameia snickers before she leans over the counter, her tail flicking from side to side. "Eirynor, darling, have you found what you are looking for or did you discover some sort of portal to another realm under the counter?"
The half-elf cringes and takes the hint, standing up to his full height and placing a few glasses on the countertop. He then turns away and goes into the back room, the tips of his ears red with embarrassment.
Eameia looks at Kamille and whispers. "I think your friends intimidate him."
Zarius rolls his eyes and shakes his head. At least his sister's teasing was not solely focused on him. He looks at the swordsman as Kamille formally introduces him.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mister Glae."
It was a good thing Killian had enough sense to recognize his mistake. Had he not stopped himself, he would have found himself plastered to the ceiling by Eameia's magic or sent through the wall by Zarius' fists. Neither tiefling would let anyone looking for a fight walk away easy from their own business. They had reputations to keep up after all.
Zarius' frowns a bit at the mention of yet another lost researcher on the slopes of Mount Drakolt. "There have been far too many researchers finding themselves stranded on that volcano as of late. I am starting to wonder if we need to put up signs to deter them."
As Caedes joins the group, Zarius returns Caedes' look with one of curious surprise. It wasn't often that Caedes felt compelled to greet patrons to the bar. He would have thought the changeling's last interaction with Kamille and the incident at the Marrowvine's ball would have given him plenty of excuse to keep his distance from the woman.
His curiosity burns deeper as Caedes speaks as if he also recognizes the strange man accompanying Kamille. He doesn't recall the assassin ever mentioning the man's name before. Then again, he tried not to pry too much into Caedes' business and missions. He trusted Caedes to let him know about anything that was critically important or if he required assistance at any point.
Gesturing to the bar or the tables, Zarius smiles at the witch and swordsman again. "Please feel free to make yourselves at home. Drinks are on me once our bartender stops cowering in the back room."
Eameia covers her mouth to stop from snorting a laugh.
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Post by Killian Glae on Jan 22, 2023 22:00:36 GMT -5
It had been a long and rough few days. Killian had failed to protect Kamille twice during their adventure on Mount Drakolt, and a sense of shame and failure was rising in his heart. He had known true terror when he came face to face with a Dragon Matriarch. Then, the shock of seeing Zarius, who had so much in common with… A certain Devil, and then, right after he’d regained his composure, suddenly Caedes was there, and the combination of him and Zarius almost brought Killian back to that room, back to the eyes within eyes and the blood and the broken bones and the voice.
You may be first among my harbingers.
Killian shivered, and only years of training to hone his focus kept himself from breaking down. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, and tried to rectify his mistakes.
“I- I am sorry for my… manners. You reminded me of someone, but it was my mistake. Please forgive my actions and my instincts.” He directed at Zarius, before turning his attention to the familiar face by his side. “Sila- Ahem. I mean… Caedes. It is surprising to see you here.” He smiled slightly at the other man, a small if genuine expression. “Surprising, though not unwelcome.”
He looked back at Zarius. “There’s no need for such formalities. I’m sure any friend of Kamille’s is a frie- ally of mine. Call me Killian.” He nodded to both Zarius and his sister, then turned to the bar. He tilted his head at Caedes.
“Care to catch up over a drink, Caedes… Darling?”
Now that the shock of seeing him was fading, Killian found himself genuinely pleased to see Caedes. The both of them had fought side by side together, bled together, and nearly died together. There was a bond in that. Besides, a small, coiled part of Killian’s heart was overcome with a surprising feeling of relief at meeting up with the one other person who had experienced what he had.
Who had experienced Absolute.
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Post by Caedes Oleander on Jan 23, 2023 19:26:53 GMT -5
Conversation already seems to be taking place by the time Caedes steps into the picture. Zarius’ curious look at his arrival is returned simply by a coy smile; he doesn’t slip down into the lobby to loiter that often, but when he does, it’s usually for some reason. Often, it’s to bother him; this time, it’s to bother their guests… although, the last person he’d expected to see at Kamille’s side was, admittedly, Killian Glae.
He thought he'd be facing one ghost of the past, not two of them.
“ It has been a while… hasn’t it?” He agrees with a tilt of his head as he turns to Kamille— he didn’t expect her to brighten up quite so much upon seeing him after their last meeting... “ I’d love to catch up,” he remarks; nodding his head towards the bar and tables in an emphasis to Zarius’ welcoming gesture. “ But I’m sure conversation could wait until you and your guests get comfortable.” He doesn’t offer Killian’s presence his full attention until he’s finished speaking with Kamille— but his pale eyes drift to the man’s familiar face upon hearing the name of his alias. He looks unnerved; but his face is as stone-cold as ever— albeit, significantly less broken and bloodied. It’s good to see him well, but it’s a weird feeling, really; a tension that lingers in his chest at his mere presence— —perhaps, because he hasn’t explained his trip to the Moon Glade in full to Zarius. He hasn’t seen Killian since they parted ways, and… … and, well, he’s not ready to face what they met there; not with Killian, not with Zarius, and not with himself. That demon’s words linger like phantoms, an omen of something far worse on the horizon that twists his stomach when he thinks too much about it; and it’s something which neither he, nor his patron, understand how to decipher. There’s been no inkling of the creature since then; and as time passes, if he really tried, he might be able to let the memory of it become a ghost.
He can’t do that, though— even if it was what he wanted— his will doesn't really take precedence.
“ Killian,” he greets, “ Good to see you still kicking; it's been a while.” The changeling crosses his arms, brushing a lock of white hair over one shoulder as he cocks his head; Killian’s request to catch up ends with— he covers his mouth to hide a surprised laugh at a familiar name— which comes out in a puff of exasperated laughter. Heavens above, he can’t believe he’s starting this again. He hopes Zarius has bad hearing. “Pfft— Killian, sweetheart, I thought I'd already won this game?” A playful lilt sinks deep into his tone, mischievous and biting all the same as he spins around on a heel and purposefully bumps Killian towards the bar and tables to get him moving. “I am a master of god-awful pet names, and a re-match will only end with you buying me a drink before we're done talking. Speaking of, what in the world has you traveling along with the Witch of the Moonglade, herself? Important business?”
It occurs to him, albeit late, that Killian could be speaking with Kamille about what they'd met in the Moon Glade, but... he can't really be certain.
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Jan 24, 2023 5:41:01 GMT -5
Upon hearing something about her employees, Kamille quickly shot a glance to their table, only in time to get sight of Edgar shooting daggers with his eyes at the back of Eirynor. The Black Quill was, at least, disciplined enough to avoid trouble on her behalf, averting his eyes casually when Kamille glanced at him, suddenly very interested in the decoration. She would have to address that soon, she couldn't afford having the Black Quills have issues with Zarius' employees, even more for some petty happenings back at Moonglade, when a misunderstanding caused them to exchange a few blows. That's all that was to it, right....? " I'll handle it eventually, don't worry..." Her attention back to the group that gathered, indeed Kamille looked fairly bright at the appearance of Caedes. That made her suspect that, maybe, they weren't aware of what was at the heart of her antics back at the Marrowvine ball - hers and Veliky's, to be fair. Not one to have the instincts of a fighter, the tension got lost on her. The Witch quickly took a seat by the counter, next to Eameia, certain they would have a lot to talk. Though she wanted to consider Zarius and Caedes as friends, she knew they were more careful to assume, more reserved, and she could respect that. With Eameia, however, they had much more in common on a personal level - starting with the act that they were both arcane users. Conversation came easy for them.
Zarius remark about the researcher made her chuckle.
"I'm afraid that would only prompt more people to go there... Have you ever seen someone respect a sign? If anything, it would only have people curious. And you know how curiosity can be dangerous...."
Kamille stopped in the middle of the gesture to reach for the menu, a complicated expression on her face. Did her ears deceive her? Caedes darling? Killian and Caedes knew each other? She blinked a few times, her gaze jumping from one to the other, an eyebrow raised. Pet names?!? What in the world was going on here?! How could she have possibly missed that? For once, The Witch of Moonglade was rendered speechless, not even realizing that her jaw was somewhere on the floor. And they seemed to have history! How could she miss that? Kamille tried to recount in her head all the talkings she had with Killian, and nothing of the like seemed to have been discussed. As for Caedes... It most likely happened after the ball. She shot Zarius a glance. He didn't seem to recognize Killian, so whatever happened it was only among Killian and Caedes. She would want to tell Veliky that... She would so want to meet Veliky after that........ Maybe she should pay the quarterling a visit at King's Valley? Not very much interested in her own dignity, she whispered softly to Eameia while the men exchanged a few words. " .............what is happening?"
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Post by Eameia (Zarius unavailable) on Jan 24, 2023 11:38:07 GMT -5
“It is quite alright. I am used to such reactions,” Zarius says with a smile before nodding. “Killian it is then.”
He pays close attention to the conversation, taking note of how Killian trips over his words a few times. Whoever Zarius reminded the man of must have left quite the impression on the man, and it hardly seemed like a good one.
And then…
Oh. OH. An incredible feeling of awkwardness overtakes the tiefling as Caedes engages with Killian in an almost flirtatious amount of teasing. It's uncomfortable, though he spends little time trying to understand why. To save as much face as he can and salvage his composure, he clears his throat a bit and smiles at Killian and Kamille.
"Excuse me for just a moment while I get our bartender out from the back room." Zarius steps away from the group and goes back behind the counter and through the door to the kitchen.
Eameia mirrors Kamille’s reaction, though it only manages to fracture her smiling façade a little. The corners of her smile become strained and forced for a moment before she turns her attention back to the Witch of Moonglade as her brother passes by them and disappears into the back room. She looks between Killian and Caedes. Admittedly, she did not know Caedes all that well but...he sure was jovial around this man, wasn't he? And the look on Killian's face had gone from fear towards her brother to almost a fondness towards Caedes. She does her best not to jump to any conclusions but they sure were making it difficult not to.
“I would not be able to tell you…uh…on another note,” she pivots the conversation, conscious of the fact that Kamille sometimes was not the most subtle individual but likely could be easily distracted by the promise of a different conversation. “If you have time I would love to chat with you privately about some research I am working on before you leave. I am afraid I have hit a wall and it would be an honor to have the assistance of a famous mage such as yourself."
At this point, Eirynor emerges from the backroom without Zarius. He gives a nod of acknowledgement to Kamille before stepping over to serve Killian and Caedes while avoiding going back to the table that the Black Quills were sitting at.
Eameia glances at the back room, but doesn’t see her brother. She looks back over at Killian and Caedes. “Mister Glae, this is Eirynor, he works for me and my brother. He does not speak so please let me know if you have any questions about the menu.”
The sound of some pots and pans clattering to the floor in the back room draws her attention. There's a bit of shuffling about as well as a few hissed swears from her brother before he emerges with an unimpressed expression on his face and one tiny black kitten hanging off of one of his horns.
“Sorry about the ruckus," he apologizes mostly to Kamille but gives a glance over to Killian and Caedes. Turning to his sister, he points up to the kitten latched onto his horn. "Eameia, can you take this?”
“Gods, no. Last time I tried to handle that little terror it nearly ripped my earrings off.”
Zarius sighs and decides to just ignore the felonious feline as he goes over to see if the Black Quills want any drinks since Eirynor is avoiding them while the tiefling avoids intruding on any catching up between the others present in the room.
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Post by Killian Glae on Jan 24, 2023 12:45:19 GMT -5
As Killian and Caedes sat down beside each other at the counter, Killian did his best to ignore Kamille’s look of utter surprise. ‘Is it so strange that I have friends?' He thought bitterly. 'Or… Acquaintances at the very least?’
He turned his attention back to Caedes. “It’s true, it’s true. You did win. But to be fair, I was a little preoccupied at the moment.” He gave a small smile. “Besides, I think we can start off with me buying you a drink. It’s the least I owe you. Well, if the drinks weren’t on the house I would, at any rate.”
Zarius disappeared into the back room, and soon the bartender appeared. Eameia introduced him and offered assistance should they need it, and Killian gave her a small smile in thanks. “Grazie, bella donna.” His accent was a little rough, but then, he hadn’t spoken the language since his days in the King’s Army. He looked back at Caedes.
“Not important, no. Or at least, not important to too many people. I imagine the researcher we saved found it important. But no, I was simply Kamille’s traveling companion. At her request. I, ah, would never force the displeasure of my company on anyone who did not want it.”
His eyes lifted as Zarius reentered the room, with a cat hanging off of his horn. Killian returned his attention to Caedes once more. “Can I ask you a question?” Killian paused, thinking over how to best say it. Then, “Do you ever… Think about it? That day? That… thing?”
Just referencing that day sent a shiver down Killian’s back, and he suddenly stood up. “Hold that thought, Silas. Sorry, Caedes.” And with that he made his way to Zarius.
“If I may?” He asked, and gently reached out and stroked the cat’s head. “Come, child of Ginma.” he murmured, and let the cat detach herself and fall into his arms. With a nod at the Tiefling, he made his way back to the counter, and seated himself back down next to the pale man.
With the kitten in his arms, he felt more secured, and he looked at Caedes with probing eyes, hoping to find some shared emotion.
Hell, he’d settle for shared trauma if he had to.
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Post by Caedes Oleander on Jan 24, 2023 15:01:22 GMT -5
As Zarius leaves to step away, Caedes turns his head just enough to watch his motion; he blinks after the tiefling’s departure, finding it not particularly unusual given Eirynor’s distraction in the backroom; or a resupply? To be honest, he has no idea what he’s doing, but he offers the tiefling a half-wave as he slips away, expecting him to return at some point.
He looks back at Killian with an exasperated puff. “The excuses of a loser, Mister Glae.” he answers snarkily, shrugging as he takes his seat nearby. “I appreciate the offer, and I hate to disappoint you— but I don’t really drink anymore.” he admits, propping an elbow on the bar counter as Eirynor re-emerges from the backroom.
That’s somewhat of a lie; it’s not that he doesn’t drink, but more that it tastes awful to him. It doesn’t stop him, of course; but he does feel weird about being served at the Rookery, where he’s been living for the past few weeks. Caedes turns his pale gaze from Eirynor's arrival to the empty backroom where Zarius has yet to re-emerge; but just as he’s tilting back in his seat to try and get a different angle of the backroom, he’s brought back into the conversation with a blink.
“Bella donna, huh? I didn’t take you for a romantic.” he muses with a roll of his eyes, before offering Eirynor a lopsided smile— dismissive about the drinks at the least— before turning his gaze back to Killian. “Ah-huh.” He actually wouldn’t mind a drink right now, because it would at least give him something to do with his hands outside of tapping on the bar.
His brows furrow slightly at the mention of a researcher, “They didn’t get stuck up on the Mount, did they?” he remarks with an almost begrudging tone to his voice; as Zarius re-enters the room, Caedes’ gaze drifts to him— begrudging tone turning to something more laughable as he breathes a chuckle at the imagery of Ebony hanging from the disgruntled tiefling’s horns while he apologizes for the fuss in the back.
At least the cat’s not in his room…. For now.
“—that’d make like the 9th or so researcher I’ve heard of getting stuck up there.” he finishes, distantly recalling his own departure to the Mount.
He turns his gaze back to Killian, his light smile fading as he mentions that thing in the Moonglade; and then, proceeds to stand up sharply without actually letting him answer. Caedes blinks, “Sure.” he puts his hands up in the air in a small, surrendering gesture as Killian walks away towards Zarius.
A wave of discomfort floods over him as he realizes he’s approaching the tiefling; the movement of Killian’s hand for his sword upon his entry flickers through the back of his mind, and like a muscle memory, Caedes’ hand falls upon the knives on his belt, waiting for any potential sign of hostility or threat, but… nothing happens.
Killian simply reaches for Ebony, and the changeling narrows his eyes; but before the man turns back around, he slowly lets his hand drift to rest on his thigh and relaxes; he offers Killian a lopsided smile, gaze flicking to Zarius once, before giving Ebony an exasperated sigh. “Hello, little demon.” he regards Ebony with the most subtle edge of fondness; she is very cute, but she is also very annoying at times. "Will your reign of terror ever end?"
He rests his elbow back on the barcounter, glancing somberly back at Killian when he realizes he’s waiting for an answer. Caedes shifts his gaze to the right, blinking at the shelves of booze and liquor, before looking back at him with furrowed brows. “Wish I didn’t, to be honest.” he remarks in a reluctant admission, quiet enough that it’s intended to be out of earshot. “That thing we saw in the Moon Glade wasn’t… anything I’ve seen or heard of before.”
He shakes his head, tapping a hand nervously against the bar counter and letting his gaze fall back to Ebony. “I don’t know if this is really the place for talking about it, though.”
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Jan 25, 2023 8:15:01 GMT -5
Eameia was trying to pull her attention anywhere but the talk, and while she would entertain, the Witch couldn't help but cast one last mischievous glance towards the two men now taking a seat and talking with the naturality and intimacy of good, old friends. Friends. Was...... was Caedes actually flirting?! Was Zarius fleeing the scene? What was that intense feeling of awkwardness emanating from the periphery of the scene unfolding before them? What, by Ginma's beard, was going on there?!?!
Yes. She would have to go to Sol City to catch up to Veliky. Definitely.
""Ahm...... Yes, sure, I can help you, Eameia" she finally managed to fully turn her attention back to Eameia, even if her ears were still trying to pay attention to their talk. "What's your research about? I hope I can be of assistance, there's a lot of fields I have found to be extremely lacking... This researcher we were after in Mt. Drakolt, for instance. His line of research is something I wanted to dive in, so when I found out he was missing, I decided to go look for him. In the end, Mr. Lamithor and I exchanged a few notes. It was very... Interesting."
The sound coming from the back made her turn, raising an eyebrow. While she was vaguely aware that Eirynor's weird behavior was prompted by the presence of the Black Quills, the intensity of it was starting to worry her. She would definitely have to address that. That was completely washed away for a moment, when she spotted the tiny black kitten that Zarius brought in, a soft expression of admiration taking her features. Kamille had a soft spot for animals, though she thought Zarius was not aware of that. And the troublesome and mischievous even more so. The way they spoke of Ebony reminded her of Mischief...
Speaking of.... Where was the damned raven?
The Black Quills had remained silent for the moment being, just softly talking among themselves. For Zarius it wouldn't look like it, because he had already seen them work together a number of times - but to see the three of them at the same time, together, was more or less a rare occurence outside of the Witch's house. When approached by Zarius, they agreed to share a bottle of wine, which prompted Kamille to remember one of the reasons she came up to the Rookery. To drink. She glanced over beyond the counter, looking for the wine's shelf and trying to see if anything caught her interest.
"And how's business? The place is looking good, I must say... I hope you might be able to get a few days off sometime soon. We agreed to go shopping on Zeinav City, right?"
Outside of the building, perched up on the other side of the street, small beetle eyes witnessed when someone threw away something from one of the windows of the Rookery. He might as well return it, right? Mischief flew back to catch the remains of a mouse and bring it back to the window it fell from.
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Post by Eameia (Zarius unavailable) on Jan 26, 2023 13:01:41 GMT -5
Eameia gives a nod of acknowledgement to Killian's remark. She was still trying to suss out just what his deal was, but she didn't want to ignore the Witch of Moonglade who she had been anxious to speak to ever since they met.
"Ah, well, it is a little complicated," she replies to Kamille as she glances back at her brother who is taking the Black Quill's order at the moment. "It is something I would prefer to keep just between the two of us for now."
Her eyes are drawn back to Killian as he gets up and makes his way over to her brother. While that is happening, she shoots Caedes a quizzical look. Just what was going on between those two? Perhaps they went way back? Both Killian and Caedes appeared fairly comfortable around one another given they were joking about so casually.
The mage's curiosity was killing her, it had been bad enough that Zarius forbade her from looking into Caedes' history or from bringing him up to their parents, but now there was this other man in the mix. Who was this Killian Glae really? He didn't look like someone particularly remarkable or respectable, but that hardly meant anything. Lady Kamille found him worth working with, so he must have some skills to speak of.
The tip of her tail flicks behind her barstool. She wants so badly to start looking into things sooner rather than later, but she suspects her brother would not appreciate her disappearing all of a sudden. He has been acting odd recently...maybe this is part of it?
Meanwhile, Zarius glances at Killian as the man approaches him. He narrows his eyes as Killian reaches up towards his head and removes the tiny creacher from his horn. The tension leaves his shoulders when the man turns away and walks back over to the bar.
He turns his attention back to the Black Quills as they order some wine and he nods. "I will get that for you right away." He strides back to the bar and passes by Kamille and Eameia over to the wine shelf and he picks out a bottle, checking it against the light of a lantern before uncorking it and collecting three glasses.
"Business has been going well." Eameia props her arms on the counter, casting a glance at her brother. "Would you not agree, brother?"
Zarius pauses, his sister's question having caught him a off guard for just a moment. He smiles and nods to the two women. "Yes, we have had some interesting patrons as of late, but surprisingly no brawls have broken out yet."
"You better not go starting any fights. Took us forever to fix this place up." She huffs.
He laughs a bit. "I make no such promises." Stepping away from the conversation, he returns to the Black Quills' table and serves their wine.
Eameia rolls her eyes and turns back to Kamille to address the witch's other question. "Yes, we did! Just let me know when you are available, I can make time for the famed Witch of Moonglade and the Lord of Ghouls. Speaking of which, we have his wine here. Would you like a glass?" She stands up from her seat and slips behind the counter and pulls a bottle from the shelf, showing the handcrafted label.
While Caedes and Killian continue their conversation, Ebony purrs loudly in Killian's arms. She uses her tiny little toes to knead biscuits out of Killian's sleeves, her sharp little nails poking into the fabric gathered in the crease of his elbow. Despite being a menace to society, the tiny kitten is still just a cat who enjoys attention and cuddles.
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Post by Killian Glae on Jan 27, 2023 16:19:53 GMT -5
Killian smiled somberly at Caedes. “Perhaps you’re right. This may not be the place.” He glanced down at the kitten, and ran his fingers through her soft fur, not caring about the little bit of damage she was doing to his sleeve.
He looked back up. “Well, I hope you don’t mind if I drink.” He raised his hand to get the barkeeper’s attention. “Eirynor, was it? You have any wine from King’s Valley?” With his order placed and conversation with Caedes brought to a pause, Killian looked around. It really was a nice establishment. And Kamille… Killian’s eyes rested on the witch for a moment.
“Caedes,” He said softly, low enough that only the Changeling could hear, “Would you happen to know if… Erm…” He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Does Kamille… Is she…?” He trailed off. After a pause he spoke once more.
“Nevermind.”
He stood up, one arm still holding Ebony, and looked down at Caedes. “Sorry, just need to… Work out some energy.” With that he began pacing along the length of the bar. He felt so stupid. He wasn’t an idiot; he recognized what was happening, what he was starting to feel for Kamille, and it was stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.
He stopped his pacing when his wine was brought, and sat back down. Ebony scampered off his lap and leaped onto Caedes. But Killian was no longer paying attention. He lifted the wine to his lips and let the familiar taste of home wash over him. As always, it was a bittersweet nostalgia.
‘Don’t think about Kamille, Killian. Don’t think about the Witch.’
Tell the Witch…
Killian jerked at the sudden memory, his wine sloshing out of his glass as he recalled Absolute’s words. “Sorry.” He muttered in response to the stares he received. He turned furtively to Caedes and whispered, “Do you remember what it said?” He asked the question fast, eyes wide. “It mentioned ‘The Witch.” Do you think that means Kamille?” His voice rose sharply at the Witch’s name, and he immediately cringed as everyone at the bar undoubtedly heard him.
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