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[P]  dance to the tune if you want to

Offline HAN Jun 21 2020, 12:30 PM
#1
  • Svalbard
  • Age: 30
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Imperial Knight
  • Total Posts: 6
  • Played by: G
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There were a lot of things to be proud of in her life. Her family easily ranked at the top of her personal list, the strides that both of her sisters had made and continued to work towards a source of sisterly pride, counter to most of Svalbardian sensibilities. Almost as high in her estimation, her position with and for her country. It is not necessarily in herself, her quiet and self assured confidence aside. More in what she can do for her country, in being able to extend their reach that much further.

It was also something she was becoming more and more accustomed to. Two years had done a lot to strip that pedestal that the higher ranks stood on from her vision. A necessity when you had to work with and for them. They were people too, no matter how high in that hallowed hall they stood.

On days like today, though? She had difficulty holding herself to the respect they deserved. They were but people, and people got on her last (only) nerve. A stony expression is her modus operandi, now and forever. It set her apart from the vibrant and expressive people around her. Galas and social events like this were absolutely her least tolerated part of her normal duties, combat and the whipcrack of action and sharp purpose a far cry from these snakepit parties. That didn't mean she was going to give this little get together anything but her full attention, but playing these word games and flattering each other?

Not a CHANCE.

Unfortunately, part of the job was dressing the part, and she did not shirk that, even if it was one of her more disdained aspects of an already annoying ordeal. A sleek blue dress, trim and cut just below the knee as well as an appropriately elegant appearance, makeup trotted out just for occasions such as this. It didn't soften the hard lines of muscle or the steep angle of her irritated brow at all, but her sisters would make a point of not chiding her for her poor social graces the next time she saw them. At the very least, most of the people here took hints and kept the distance. She wasn't subtle and everyone in their nation knew how to take a hint, even if they did not know the imperial knight personally. The hard lines of her stiff posture and crossed arms just about screamed for others to give her a wide berth, an effect she cultivated on purpose.

Or, most of them.

The knight turned at a subtle clearing of a throat behind her, one brow angled and lips forced into a thin smile. "Hello, can I help you?" It was begrudging, the smile doing little to sweeten her dour attitude. Nor does she particularly try to. Once you started playing that politics game, they never let you quit. Therefore, she WOULDN'T. She had more useful things to do with her time.
Offline Halvar Jun 24 2020, 12:07 PM
#2
  • Svalbard
  • Age: 35
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Archduke of Durres
  • Total Posts: 1
  • Played by: Pleiades
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His wine tasted of salt, a hint of something robust and earthy that swirled around his tongue in a delightful blend of flavors. Warmed by his mouth, the slight vinegar taste added a maudlin memory that he cared as much for as he did the state of political unrest in the ocean depths. After all, blood tasted different than the smooth bite of his wine. Perhaps it was the thickness of it, or perhaps it was simply the implication of violence, but wine could not compare with the full richness of his memory.

Halvar had spent most of his life by the docks, a dirty little blueblood boy playing at being something he would never be. He had scampered over old wood and tried to follow gulls out to sea, watched the ships dock and all manner of wild things spill out into the streets. Now he had been cursed to watch from afar, his hands clean and claws trimmed as he mingled and rubbed shoulders with people who would most likely rather see him dead than remain in any sort of position of power.

Laughable, especially when the attempt had already been made in such a noticeable fashion. His wings rustled, giant things that reflected his every mood in the fall of their feathers. Raven wings and violent tendencies were all people saw when they looked at him now and Halvar took a perverse delight in how his very appearance put so many Svalbard nobles off kilter. Political maneuvering and knives in the darkness were more their style, and Halvar now represented a new kind of future that most of them didn’t want to even acknowledge.

The wine tasted like salt, but he drank it anyway. He licked it off his lips and flashed his fangs at the more irritating sort, the tilt of his head and slow blink an invitation for danger they were all too afraid to experience. The long lines of his tight black leather pants accentuated the promise of something primal, and the open cut of his white shirt gave glimpses of oh so markable skin. Black boots, a hint of gold on his fingers and ears, a touch of kohl around his eyes to fight the light from the docks, and Halvar was every inch a pirate.

It was such a pity that instead he had to play politics and exchange niceties with vapid idiots who would rather trade an evening with him for a favor he’d regret in the morning. How positively droll and predictable the attendees of this bright and boring gala were. If he were a lesser player of the political game, Halvar would have given off an untouchable air of nonchalance the moment anyone so much as glanced in his direction. But an Archduke had standards to maintain and Halvar would be no less than the best when it came to his position.

He hadn’t wanted to be the Archduke. He’d much rather have gallivanted across the seas with the wind in his hair and sun warmed wood beneath his boots. Instead he got this misery.

It looked like he wasn’t alone in not enjoying the supposedly fantastic party, not if he was any judge of the stoic and rather admirable prickliness of the woman before him. Her dress was beautiful, but Halvar was not so blind as to realize the woman would rather be wearing anything else. He regarded her for a long moment as he sipped his wine, and came to his decision at the exact time a more gold-hungry woman tried to paste herself against his side like the worst kind of barnacle. She was all hard lines and disapproval, and Halvar just had to be a part of it.

His wine glass dangled from his long fingers as he crossed the room towards her. He cleared his throat once, a polite sound so he wouldn’t startle her like he did most others. But when she turned, he quickly revised his opinion. No, a woman like this did not need to be treated with kid gloves and pampered beyond recognition. Halvar raised a single brow when she gave that tight-lipped smile, flashing her a slow show of his fangs. A predator should always respect another when recognized, and Halvar’s inhuman instincts approved of her on the spot.

Help me? Well, unless you can give me some reason to escape this… delightful occasion… A moment of your company perhaps.” Halvar took a long sip, finally knocking back the last of his wine, as he looked the woman over. No, that dress did her no favors. It was no fault of hers or the dress, but a woman like this wasn’t made to be paraded about like arm candy. He was almost tempted to ask if she would rather go a round with him in the ring than to waltz through the room, but manners made even a monster come to heel. “I take it you aren’t enjoying yourself. Was there anything I could do to… entertain a lovely creature such as yourself?

He wondered if she thought the wine tasted like salt too.
Offline HAN Jun 26 2020, 11:39 AM
#3
  • Svalbard
  • Age: 30
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Imperial Knight
  • Total Posts: 6
  • Played by: G
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The evaluation on his part was obvious, black and black lined eyes a heavy weight. Quite used to the vapid sort of greeting this type of party championed, her posture is already stiff and twice as prickly in her typical attempt to warn off whatever it was that he wanted. Her equally dark eyes were quick to put the pieces together though. The number of eximius that were loyal or powerful enough to be attending a gala like this was low indeed. Among that already definitively thin population, those with open mutations were even rarer. The inky wings and that getup screamed his identity as loud as the interest he had written all over him. Archduke Isaksen. He had made waves among the upper ranks in an interesting way, a breath of plain fresh air among the shadowed halls of Svalbardian politics. She appreciated the little she had heard, negatively intended as it was.

Her posture eased into something a hint more respectful, if no less prickly and uptight. Just because she wasn't about to mouth off at a direct superior didn't mean she wanted anything to do with the normal aims people had with the hands and swords of the Magistrate. Best to make that clear. Still, that fanged grin pulled a similar smile from her, if colder and less openly interested. It was one she kept angled from the rest of the room, deliberately turning to keep her back to the rest of the piranhas. Better to leave people with less to go on when it came to the want for gossip, as that was one of the primary things pulled from occasions like this.

"If you are bored of being here, I am sure I could come up with something. Paperwork to fill out or some incident to manage." Her tone is relentlessly dry, the quip bordering on a real offer, a flat grin gracing her face as she looked up at him. There was always something to be handled, and if it gave them both the chance to be gone, so much the better. No doubt it’d be easier for her than him, though. That was exactly why she had dodged the offer and expectation her father had put on her as the eldest. She had no patience for the rigours of true politics, her position now as an imperial Knight the unexpected exception. Magnitudes worse, the weight of that exalted position he held.

Time would tell how he bore the weight.

‘Was there anything I could do to… entertain a lovely creature such as yourself?’ At the slowly drawn out offer, her gaze flattened even farther, straight as a ruler barring one raised brow and a curl to her lip, cut short. Even if not meant that way, she took it as a few truly irritating options. She expected nothing better today, unfortunately. Han too would have much preferred to go a round in the ring than across the dance floor. But he hadn’t said that. She didn’t work with variables. She worked with facts. Ones that she had confirmed herself, if possible. Arms came across her chest to cross, no wine to be seen. She didn’t partake at Svalbardian parties, as a rule. She wasn’t an important player, but that didn’t mean accidents didn’t happen. “Not unless you consider dumping someone else into the fountain entertainment. Elia Frost, if you could manage it.” Her gaze drifted to the lady he had just barely managed to dodge, the implication as clear cut and and CUTTING as Han got in public. There was fluff to play about with elsewhere, if that happened to be what he was looking for.

She wasn't it.