Sparing a glance behind him, the cloaked figure saw the other. Nodding his head to the reaper, as reapers held necessary if not unpleasant jobs. As he continued to scan he saw the hound, and a small smile crossed his face. "She is quite beautiful. I have not seen one as young as she in quite some time." He wonders how far the darkness has spread today.
We may have lost hope and strength, but as long as we retain our souls, we will live on. -Elder Marin
(Hope it is okay if I do this)
( HELP AM CURRENTLY TUTORING A 8 YEAR OLD AND DONT KNOW HOW TO DO HER MATH! also I forgot how to do area.) (( MY EXAMS ARE NEXT WEEK HEELPP!)
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Thatcher’s eyes narrowed in thought as the scanned over the other cloaked man. One of Morana’s heads gave a faint growl at the stranger, while the other two simply appeared to be curious. Thatcher ran his hand over the growling head with a gloved hand, willing it to calm.
“Yes, she has developed well over the past centuries,” Thatcher responded in an emotionless way, his tone deep. He was never the one for small talk. He was more interested in why a god-like creature was at The Capital, speaking with the Madame.
(I don't mind at all! Just so long as you're not destroying the storyline/godmodding. ^^ I like surprises.)
The Madame tilted her head slightly, having not seen the next man enter and she turned to them.
"My, I never expected more to join. My apologies for not greeting you upon your entry…" Her breath had nearly caught in surprise. She had no guards around her, and thus no one announcing when some came in.
"Make yourselves at home, truly." She spoke with a soft tone and looked to a guard coming in with some papers and walked to him to take them, waving the guard off she began to thumb through them before going back to her seat, holding a blank expression but to those keen on emotion it was clear what was in these papers worried her.
"I'll only wait a little longer for some to join us."
Orion stepped away from the woman, she seemed to be uneasy. Closer to the wall, he took a position where he could survey the rest of the room, and keep an eye on the reaper and his hound. "Why have you summoned us here?" He does not ask in anger, merely curiosity, as he enjoys solving puzzles.
She glanced up now, giving a soft sigh and she set the papers down. She sat back in her chair, and held only a slight smile to those that were there now.
"I'm afraid not for pleasantries." She rested her chin on her hand now as she looked out the window beside her.
"I've had a vision, and it is one that troubles me. I fear what it will do..I fear how others will react upon hearing it."
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(Have to go for two hours at the most, but then I’ll be back…)
Thatcher gave a curt nod, pointing towards the floor with his fingers and Morana sat, almost perfectly still. He made his way over to the table at a leisurely pace. He had all the time in the worl, why should he rush? He pulled a chair back at the table and took a seat, his posture relaxed.
“Of course I showed up here, Madame. You must be in need of my services if you called me to this place,” he said levely, now fiddling with a pen, clicking it open and closed a few times.
She gave a soft sigh and had a look of acceptance on her face. "I do not have much time left. By the time the bell rings in the square, the King of this capital is to have me executed for my vision. Fear always does seem to be the driving force, isn't it?" She gave a slight laugh.
Luella quietly moved to the tables of food, tugging her cloak a little more around her. She wasn't sure what to think of all… this, really. Felt a bit alone in a room of somewhat intimidating strangers. She regarded the other elf with a smile, glad she at least has something recognisable to her. She couldn't help feeling vulnerable amongst such company. She poured herself some water, hoped it would settle her nerves. Meanwhile, she listened to the conversation across the room, unsure if she should be hearing it or not. Sipped at her drink without sitting.
"I can try to buy you time to escape. The guards would chase me if given half a chance. You do not have to die here Madame. Creatures such as I owe you a debt, a great one for stopping the king from seundig official hunting parties into the Fog." Orion does not wish to see her die. However stupid it may be, he wants to help her, wants to save the Matriarch of human and wild alike.
"I have lived a long time, child. I've known of his plan to kill me since the beginning, even if he tried to hide that fact. I have grown to accept the fact that I need to die in order for you all to succeed. I appreciate your courage, but I know some things must happen." She gave a pretty smile, as she glanced back out the window. "I just want to know if you all are willing to do what is necessary, to ensure I do not die in vain."
Matriarch is what the children of the fog know her as. Orion bows his head in acceptance of her words, having learned long ago to let bygones be bygones. "Matriarch, what must we do? I have been yours from my birth, as you have been mine." Shifting his shoulders, he rises back to his full height, looking every bit the rouge that he is.
She gave that pretty soft smile she rarely ever gave, not a hairline of a wrinkle on her face to show she ever smiled before. She slowly rose, going to the window and she let her eyes shift to blue, her face paling as she looked back upon the prophecy she had seen, strong power beginning to radiate off of her.
"I have seen this darkness lift, I have seen the world we've adapted to return to the flame of the suns we are hidden from. I have seen this destruction of our kind and of the creatures we've come to share it with. In a weeks time, a man of solitude and of hatred will raise the fog we've grown in comfort of and will kill all those who have learned to dwell within it. There is a war coming, and I cannot allow it to happen. Officials I have told do not believe me, and it is now left in your hands. Be warned, my children, this is a dangerous path you will tread upon. In the darkness we call home, there is a temple that will rise from the ground at the blue flash. The King holds a document in his quarters, one that will guide you to the temple. Descend into it and halt the ritual, save those you've grown familiar with–or all will be lost."
When her eyes shifted to green, she looked about to collapse. The power that had radiated off of her now gone and she looked exhausted.
( Uhhhh where should I squeeze in my character now?)
(Anytime into the conversation since she is in the room)
Luella steps forward, eyes wide. She looks at herself, at the others in the room. This is a mistake, right? Surely. She can see when someone is powerful, and there's plenty of that in around her. She has potions, and a bow, and some very enthusiastic parents. She does not fit in.
"Madame, with the utmost respect, there must have been a misunderstanding here on my part. I-" she glances between the others, "-I don't understand how you believe me capable of any of this."
"I called to those who were brave enough to answer. Something drew you to my call, didn't it? I understand if you do not wish to go…It is a difficult thing to ask of anyone." She weakly moved to sit down in her chair, sweating and clearly weak. "I wish I could go with you, to provide you guidance. But if I do that I will only put you all into further danger."
(I is going for the night, so feel free to act out my character or just say she was silent the entire time.)
Luella steps back again, mouth still open without words to say. Was she brave? Compared to others, what she has accomplished means nothing. But, she wants her siblings to be safe. She wants them to be able to live their lives in peace. She doesn't want them to know suffering. Silently, she knows she would not forgive herself if she did not go.
She picks up the tea the Madame had poured for herself, and brings it over for her, offering it in the hopes it might ease her exhaustion, just a little.
(I'm probably going to sleep soon, but I'm not sure when. So if I drop off, that's why :)!)
The Madame gently put her hands on the girls. "My child…I do not understand what it is like to have a family, but I can feel your love for them. I will not try and convince you to go. I can only ask you consider it. While these people in this room may look better than you, while you may be intimidated by them; I can feel you have something to offer they need. You have that love in you, and something else they do not. I cannot ask you to stay, nor can I command you do it. I can only hope you choose what you want most." She gently took the tea now. "Thank you, dear." She sighed and sipped it, hoping to regain some strength.
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Thatcher’s lips pulled into a tight, tense line. He was unsure of what his point in being there was. Sure, if someone needed killing, he could simply have Morana take care of it if he couldn’t. Either that, or someone had to write the names of who they wanted dead on the notepad. But binding a reaper was dangerous. He remembered a time, many centuries ago, when a human had gotten ahold of the notepad, and used him to kill many innocent people. Of course, when given the chance to free himself, Thatcher slaughtered the ignorant man.
Still, he shifted the thoughts from his mind and rolled the pen back and forth under his hand, brow furrowed in thought.
Luella bows her head, with a soft, "Thank you, Madame." She steps away again, back to the table, but this time she chooses to sit, pulling her bag to rest on her lap. There's a lot for her to think about, yet she knows that her heart is set. She wants to help, in whatever way she can, to ensure a future for her family. She left for an adventure, to learn about the world. It seems this experience will be a very important lesson to learn. Albeit, a somewhat terrifying one.
(Nice reference! @Opia ^^)
The Madame took a deep and shaky breath, slowly sipping the tea. "Whoever wishes to go, I'll need to help you get the map from the King…to do so, I need you to sneak into his palace and his office while he is performing my execution. His office is behind the throne room, the map will be something that is clearly out of place. You need to get it and get out of this damn capital before he catches you."
(Gonna go for a bit, feel free to have your characters get to know eachother I should be back in a few hours ^^)
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(Aye thanks)
Thatcher nodded, The Madame’s words snapping him from his thoughts. “Why don’t we just take you out of the capital?” He further questioned. Hi mind was always busy, going over alternatives and logistics. There were so many different options skimming in and out of his thoughts, but he couldn’t seem to keep them long enough to really consider them. His mind felt too messy.
(Back~)
The Madame tilted her head. "Taking me out of the capital? How would that work, child?"
Luella thinks to herself, before she muses aloud, "If you were to go missing, would that not provide ample distraction for us to take the map? And then nobody would need to die." She knows it's an optimistic outlook, but, she doesn't like the idea of blood on her hands. She knows very little of politics here, it was never something her family discussed. It doesn't stop her feeling something heavy in her gut.
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Thatcher frowned at The Madame’s choice of words. If it had been anyone else calling him child, he would have struck them. His eyes flickered over to the other girl, eyed narrowing in thought. “Possibly, but even while they searched, they would be on a high alert.”
Slowly the rouge lowered his head. "The Matriarch will not be persuaded, we must respect her decision. She has no wish to leave these walls alive, seen more than her share of the world. We must not stand in the way, only find what we must do to carry on her wishes." Long ago he had learned to respect life, and respect when one had made the decision to sacrifice themselves. Calling her the Matriarch is a tell-tale sign that he is from the Fog, and he wonders if the others will pick up on it.
