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    Holly Jolly Follies

    Serilda Sinclair
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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 11th January 2021, 9:56 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    To his credit, Lux clearly had not expected to be a part of the gift exchanging, likely having figured that Mythal and Serilda weren’t fond enough of him to get him anything. That assumption wasn’t necessarily incorrect, of course, but unfortunately for Serilda she was raised with more class than that, and if someone was a large part of one’s life -- as the two Seals currently were -- it was respectful to present a gift for the holiday, whether or not she liked them. Admittedly, it was a bit worth it to see his face all scrunched up in confusion and shock as he opened the two boxes, finding them to be thoughtful enough to who he was that he immediately scrambled like a deer in headlights to make up for the fact that he had not gotten them anything.

    And truth be told, they weren’t expecting anything. This was a mortal custom, and Serilda would not have been upset by Lux and Victoria not having anything for them, particularly when the two Rune Knights hadn’t exactly warned them about it. But he was already trying to enact a plan by the seat of his pants, and it would probably be more humiliating to tell him not to worry about it, so despite her initial desire to assure him not to worry about it, she instead did as he asked. With a gentle wave of her hand, she manipulated the Void and drew Moonlight from within it, withdrawing the weapon from its scabbard and holding it out for him. She watched as he clapped his hands together before conjuring light from his palms, feeding it into the blade and empowering it further. He explained as much to her as he finished, stating that merely used his abilities to perfect what had already been put in place, amplifying its power.

    She inspected the blade with a keen eye, briefly, her gaze lingering on it long enough to appreciate what he’d done. “Thank you, Lux.” It was a generous gift, particularly when he truly had not needed to do anything for her. Whatever he had planned for Mythal would need more time to enact, but he promised the darkness slayer that he’d look into something he seemed to have in mind. After that, Victoria dropped the big news, and soon the whole room was in chaos, congratulating the emotionally overwhelmed couple. Before long it was time to move on to either retiring for the night or joining up with what appeared to be an after party. She and Mythal were both for it, so they gave the verbal confirmation before Themesycia went to get changed, luring Victoria away with her.

    Everyone left after that followed Vandrad and Mercury down a hidden staircase to where a very real club had been established beneath the palace. There was a bouncer standing outside of the main entrance, a muscular man with dark skin clad in an exceptionally tight elf outfit. Even Serilda stared at him for a beat longer than she normally would before recovering. Simon introduced him as Kristoph before introducing Serilda, Mythal, and Gren. “A pleasure to meet you, Kristoph,” was her friendly reply, just before Mercury hopped in and outright started vetting to see when the man was free to potentially hook up later. Apparently, the answer was two in the morning.

    He gestured for them to go inside, and they were greeted with thumping music and an array of bright lights. Simon pointed toward the area where the family typically took up residence in the center of the room and offered to round up drinks for everyone. Serilda opened her mouth to make her order and then stopped with a slight frown that quickly turned into an uncharacteristically sheepish blush and smile combo. “I uh… I guess I can’t really drink for a while, can I? I’ll take an iced tea if there’s any, preferably sweetened.”

    They followed the others to the row of couches, Serilda and Mythal still looking about and taking the sight in as they sat down. Her fiance remarked upon the obvious, that it was definitely different from the last dance, and she chuckled as she nestled up against him and intertwined his fingers with her own. “It certainly is, though we’ve also been to parties much more wild than this, haven’t we?” She leaned in with a soft smile and gave him a small kiss. From there she listened to Everance’s accounting of the nature of the du Wolff family, having been prompted by Gren’s commentary on the club. Supposedly, their family was very well known for being stoic and dignified only when formalities and duty required it, but they basically switched to men and women of the night once their responsibilities were handled. For them, it was a means of expression and relaxation, and apparently these after parties were typically more akin to orgies than anything else. Serilda could only assume they had dumbed it down a bit for the benefit of their noble guests, which was both very thoughtful and hilariously not needful, though of course no one here would know that at the moment.

    From there, Everance brought up Vandrad’s tattoo again, asking when she was going to get to see it. The prince remarked that it required having his shirt off, which wasn’t exactly appropriate for the Christmas party. Simon took that opportunity to state that Vandrad was just going to have to get dressed down, which seemed to be the thing for this party. One of the first observances Serilda had upon entering the room was that everyone already present was dressed a bit more casually, if not downright risque. The lord explained that there were dressing booths people could utilize if they wanted to wear something more fun for the setting, though they certainly weren’t required to. Though apparently Vandrad had no choice as he’d participated in dressing down last time, and thus was now required to do so every time.

    Serilda laughed lightly as Vandrad rolled his eyes but relented without a word. The more time she spent here among the du Wolffs, the more she was starting to understand how and why he seemed to put up with Mercury so much. She was just like the rest of his family. “I actually think dressing down sounds like fun,” the princess admitted, flashing Mythal a playful smile. They’d never really dressed down for any of the orgies at Lusty Titans, but given what a good mood they were both in, well… why not? It wouldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like putting on a scant outfit meant that she had to do anything else, and if everyone else was going to get changed into something less formal then they should, too.

    She stood to follow Vandrad and Mercury to the booths, pausing only long enough to watch as Mercury gave a small, victorious laugh and held her hand out to Vandrad like she’d just won some kind of bet. Vandrad must have wagered that they wouldn’t participate, and while she couldn’t blame him for assuming that, it did make her giggle a little. Through the room she followed them until they came to the little pods that allowed them to pick outfits and change in public. There certainly were a number of racey articles to pick from. Serilda didn’t want to get too revealing, but she’d never really worn something just for the sake of it being sexy before, and this was as good an opportunity as ever to try branching out a little.

    As such, she opted for a stereotypical outfit that was fun and sexy but still not too overly revealing: A bunny outfit. It had a white one piece bodice that was almost like a swimsuit in how it covered her, except it was a tight fitting corset with no straps that did even more to show off her breasts than even her gown had, the girls up and popping and all but spilling out around the sides. The bodice was set over a pair of black pantyhose that covered the entirety of her long legs. Resting just over her bottom on the bodice was a bunny tail, and the outfit came with a black long sleeved top with a collar and tie that was almost reminiscent of a school girl outfit, except it basically only covered her arms and shoulders, and nothing else. Tying her long white hair up in a loose ponytail, she took the headband with the bunny ears on it and set it on her head, fussing with her bangs until a few of them were out and framing one side of her face. The outfit was completed by a pair of black, close toed high heels. Pleased with the look, and with the small sense of excitement that being a bit rebellious to her upbringing was giving her, she stepped out and waited to see how everyone else’s outfits turned out.

    Serilda Sinclair



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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 12th January 2021, 8:04 pm

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK

    While it wasn’t an orgy, it certainly had a more open minded feel to it. And yet it was actually rather reserved, in comparison to some of the parties that he and Serilda had attended as of late. The Lusty Titans were a rambunctious bunch, who loved to live life to its absolute fullest. The first couple of times they had gone to celebratory events, the couple had been frozen in their spots as other people around them partook in carnal versions of celebrating. Poor Serilda; it was probably a sharp contrast to the world that she had grown up in, one that was reserved and conservative. While Mythal had been around the block a few times, and had done some rather dislikable deeds to survive, he couldn’t say that he’d fully been invited to an out right sex party. It had taken some getting used to and luckily, Ruzatz and Agatha had been so understanding on their stances. They never put pressure, never tried to influence them to do anything they weren’t comfortable with. It was clear they simply liked to have Mythal and Serilda around and enjoyed the budding friendship that was growing between the four.

    Now, it was almost commonplace for the two Rune Knights. They’d spent enough time around it that, being in a similar environment, was actually more comfortable than the opposite. Besides, it wasn’t like anything could ruin the mood that they had both been put into, enjoying the afterglow of such wonderful and enchanting news. It still hadn’t really set in that he was only months away from being a father but it played over and over in his head, making him more excited each time the rotation reset. Though this wasn’t his kind of scene, he was just happy to be out and celebrating -- a rare mood for Mythal to ever be in, so best to take advantage of it while it remained.

    Simon and Bartrand brought the drinks, providing them to each person. Each person sat on the couches, with Vandrad planting himself on the seat next to the Darkness King. Ophelia seemed to give him a sour look before going over to sit by her father, apparently losing her opportunity to scoot closer to Mythal. As they all enjoyed their drinks, Gren spoke up about the club that was erected underneath the manor. He remarked that he knew the du Wolffs were a bit more liberal than other families but he had never imagined such a space underneath the home. Everance explained that their family had always had two sides; the regal, proper side and then the carnal, more free-loving side. For generations, it seemed, they had been raised to embrace sexuality and celebrate it rather than to hide it away and act like it was a dirty subject. She insisted that Gren come to one of the regular parties, that were apparently much closer to Lusty Titans parties than this. Good to know if they were ever invited down again, they’d know what they were getting into. It did spark an idea though; perhaps the du Wolffs and the Lusty Titans would love to get to know one another. It seemed like they had similar ideals.

    Everance turned her attention to her nephew, asking him if she was ever going to get the honor of seeing his tattoo. He brushed off the focus, stating that the Christmas gala wasn’t a place to simply remove one’s clothing. But his uncle Simon was quick to state that if that was the case, then it was time to dress down. It was an odd statement, the man seeming to suggest they all start stripping. But he clarified as he turned to the uninitiated group. He explained that they had booths where people could store their current outfits and try on something else. While it seemed more like dressing up, Mythal had a feeling that the selection was meant to highlight one’s body more than traditional clothing. Usually the outfits were far revealing but they had altered them in the spirit of Christmas. Vandrad had no choice in the matter and couldn’t decline and it was highly unlikely that Mercury would turn it down. After a moment, Serilda stated that the idea sounded fun, which slightly surprised him but not enough for a dramatic look. Serilda had been opening up a bit more when it came to these kinds of social interactions, able to break away from her traditional upbringing and get a little adventurous. “Well if Seri is up to it, then you can count me in,” he said, agreeing to the matter.

    “Well far be it for me to ruin the party then,” Gren chuckled, taking another sip from his beer before rising with the rest of the group. As they made their way to the booths, they got to witness Mercury celebrating something and demanding payment from Vandrad. The prince reluctantly handed over some jewel. If he were to guess, they probably bet on if Mythal and Serilda would take part in any kind of dressing down, with the Silver Wolf mage taking the riskier gamble. Yet it had paid off and the group got to chuckle in amusement over the well earned victory. They went through the room together, only parting when they came upon the numerous pods. There they entered their own, with Mythal stepping into one beside Serilda and Gren. With a last look at the former Knight, he closed the doors and brought up the screen for the options. There were… a lot of options that made the Darkness King’s eyes widen in surprise, unwilling to believe anyone could be comfortable or feel clothed at all in the minimal articles.

    In the end, he decided on something that wasn’t necessarily risque but fell into a certain ‘club-like’ style. He pulled on a tight black sleeveless shirt, the kind that practically glued itself to one’s chest. It did just that, outlining his surprisingly fit body that he always seemed to manage to hide. A silver necklace wrapped itself around his neck and hung down over his pectorals. He pulled on the leather straps that wrapped around his back and hung over his shoulders, looking like holsters but lacking the proper placement for a gun. If anything, it seemed more like a flashier fanny pack. Tight black pants were pulled onto his legs, tied up with a black belt that came with a silver chain to hang over his right leg. He pulled on the matching sweatbands onto his forearms and the one on his right bicep and, much to his surprise, the left one grafted a magic tattoo onto his arm, looking as real as if it had been properly inked. The last thing he did was push his hair up and out of his eyes, giving it a brushed back look.

    With that he stepped out from pod, dressed in what could only be considered a biker’s outfit. At the same time, out came Gren in a state that was far more dressed down than Mythal, or probably anyone, was expecting. He’d removed all of his clothing and now stood in a toga, the white garment wrapped over his shoulder and down around his waist, covering his crotch and ass but not much else. He’d even adorned his head with crown made up a laurel wreath, its vibrant green leaves bright against his white hair. He turned and looked at his adoptive son, grinning. “Nice look, ya gotta bike to go along with that outfit?”

    Mythal snorted. “I do actually. You gotta salad?” he quipped back, earning a laugh from the former Knight before he turned his attention to Serilda. “Wow that’s uh… that looks great on you,” the Darkness King said, his eyes drawn to her chest and losing himself there for a moment before giving his head a shake. “Ya got my approval.”



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    Mercury Arseneault
    Mercury Arseneault

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 15th January 2021, 4:50 pm

    Mercury Banner
    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    The bet was set and Mercury couldn’t wait to collect her money, wholly confident in where she’d placed her chips. On the surface, the thought of a couple as private and reserved as Mythal and Serilda getting involved in a scene like this made bafflingly little sense. However, there was one giant factor that clued Mercury in to what she believed was an underlying openness and playfulness with them, or at least an otherwise uncharacteristic comfortableness with the lewd and provocative: They were close friends with Ruzatz and Agatha. There was no way that those two couples hung out together without at least some portions of Agatha and Ruzatz’s natures coming out, because Mythal and Serilda just weren’t the type of people not to be themselves. It had been evidenced in the way that Ruzatz had come bursting into the Order’s compound at Serilda’s call, stumbling in half naked and releasing flirtations off the bat, which he surely wouldn’t have done if Serilda was uncomfortable around him. No, Mercury was more than a little certain that the couple would participate.

    So when the conversation eventually came around to the dressing pods, with Simon demanding that Vandrad participate to show off his tattoo, that Mercury eagerly awaited for him to explain about the more relaxed dress code. Simon made it more than clear that there was no pressure to do, and even warned them ahead of time that many of the outfits were a bit more on the scandalous side, even if they had been toned down a bit for tonight’s gathering. She and Vandrad both were smirking in anticipation when Serilda laughed her amusement at the family’s antics before stating that she thought dressing up sounded like a good time, and Mythal agreed. “Ha!” Mercury exclaimed in triumph, not even bothering to hide their wager from the people they’d put upon. She held an open hand to Vandrad, palm up, flexing her fingers to gesture for him to hand the money over to her. “Pay up!”

    Once the transaction had been completed, with Mercury cackling lightly as she counted the jewel and tucked it away in her clutch, the small group of them walked over to the pods, including Gren who had also elected to play along. She was greatly looking forward to how that would turn out. Giving the older man a playful wink, everyone disappeared into their changing stations. Mercury flipped through the selections merrily, looking for something fun and different from what she’d worn last time. There were a lot of good options but she ultimately kept coming back to the ridiculous sexy bunny selections that had her giggling. Making her choice, she slipped on a pair of nude pantyhose before slipping into the tight fitting, black one piece bodysuit, making sure to adjust herself to be as perky as possible in the strapless attire. She stepped into the sleek black heels that came with the outfit before securing the white cuffs on her wrists and the white collar with the black bow tie around her neck, causing the whole ensemble to look like a sexy female version of a men’s black and white tuxedo. On went the black bunny eared band onto her head, and with one final check in the mirror she was ready to go, snatching the all too exciting prop of a classy, masculine looking cane and stepping out, lamenting only that the outfit hadn’t come with a top hat to complete the look.

    When she walked out, Mythal, Gren, and Serilda were already there waiting. The first person she noticed without a doubt was Gren, who had opted for a full blown toga outfit that left his unreasonably muscled chest almost completely bare, and was just barely enough to cover his nethers. There was even a laurel wreath around his head. “Hello Big Daddy,” she cooed, speaking the sentence slowly and enunciating each word with a delighted tone that was ripe with flirtation. It was only insatiable curiosity that pulled her attention away toward Mythal and Serilda. The former was garbed almost like a biker, in a tight black leather pant and tank top combo with a commando halter around his shoulders, a silver chain around his neck and hanging from his belt loops, and black gloves and wristbands. He’d even elected to have a temporary tattoo thrown in the mix in the form of tribal markings down one of his arms. All in all, he looked damn fine, and her lingering gaze betrayed that before she managed to rip it away toward Serilda.

    That was when she started laughing. The Voidwalker had also elected to go with one of the bunny outfits, it seemed. “I see you are a woman of class, like me,” Mercury teased with her trademark, shit eating grin, knowing for a fact that class wasn’t exactly one of her strong suits. Serilda’s was more white, causing them to be almost yin and yang with one another, and damn did she look fine. Granted, the Voidwalker was always a smoke show, but she had never worn anything this tight and revealing in front of them before, and Mercury was definitely having some sex thoughts about basically the entire group. The two women laughed together, equally amused at the situation as everyone waited for Vandrad to come out.

    Serilda Sinclair



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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 18th January 2021, 9:44 am

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Well, perhaps he should have given his adoptive brother and soon-to-be sister more credit.

    There hadn’t been a shadow of a doubt in Vandrad’s mind that Serilda and Mytha would hear the idea of the ‘dressing down’ and would simply decline. For all the moments he’d had where he’d questioned just how modest they were, they consistently proved, time and time again, that they were not as adventurous and liberal as the rest of his family. That wasn’t an insult or a detriment -- in fact, it was quite the opposite. For all the looseness that came from the du Wolff side and from his partner, it was nice to have a solid grounding that he could rely on not to change. But unfortunately, making assumptions had a nasty way of turning around and smacking one in the face for the sheer notion of settling on a conclusion without giving any consideration.

    It was quite the surprise when Serilda, of all people, was the one who voiced that taking part in the routine would be fun. It was only a beat later that Mythal agreed, the two happy lovebirds apparently so enamored with their situation that getting a little scandalous was exciting. In fact, a lot of the weight that had lingered around the two of them had lifted, a literal lightness to their emotional scale that Vandrad was all too keen to. They must have felt wonderful, learning of their ability to have children and the result of one such session that they’d already concluded wasn’t going to amount to anything. And truly, Vandrad was happy for them. He couldn’t imagine the pain of wanting something so badly and there being literally no path to get there. It was something that he’d never truly encountered in his life, capable of surpassing any limit or wall before him with time, work and patience.

    So perhaps he wasn’t too upset to see them branching out a little and deciding to have a little fun. He managed to wipe away the small smirk on his face at his loss before anyone could see it and put forth a scowl and an abrupt release of frustrated air. Mercury celebrated her correct guess, grinning and openly showcasing the fact that they had garnered a wager. She then demanded her payment right then and there, not wanting to delay putting him to shame. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his jewel pouch, pulling out a few and tossing them her way. "Now if we’re all done showboating, perhaps we can get on with this charade?” he dismissed the loss as he pocketed his pouch once more and joined the group in walking over to the pods.

    Once there, they all split up to change and then have the inevitable reveal of their new outfits. Deciding that putting the slave outfit from last time would raise far too many questions, as well as pointed looks for repeating a look, he rummaged through the outfits slowly and methodically. Rather than picking all one outfit, he ended up grabbing things he liked and throwing them on the board, creating a sort of mish-mash of a look. But in the end, as he looked over the choice with mild satisfaction, he knew it met the criteria of the atmosphere while still keeping a bit of his own flair. With that, he selected it and the articles of clothing came out for him. He removed his suit and folded it carefully within the storage bin before he pulled on the outfit that he had Frankenstein’d together.

    As the prince emerged from the pod, only moments after Mercury had come out, it was obvious he had gone for a far more royal look. A single sleeveless cloak hung over his shoulders and draped down over his back but left his front completely open, bearing his naked chest. A thick gold plated sash, complete with the brand of his family name, wrapped around his waist, holding up his baggy blue bottoms, a red scarf hanging out beneath the sash. Two white sashes were tied around the bottom of the pants to keep them close to his ankles but he wore no shoes, coming out completely barefoot. A Gold necklace was draped around his neck and a golden armband affixed to his left arm. He’d used the pod to add on several tribal tattoos to his arms, running from his wrist, up over his shoulders and to his neck. There was even one on his forehead. It was inspired by ancient Desierto royal’s outfits, with a few addendums that the prince himself chose.

    He glanced over to Mercury first but his attention managed to split between both Serilda and the Silver Wolf mage, as their outfits were nearly matching. There were stark differences between the bunny outfits, as Mercury’s was obviously a bit more bold and promiscuous, but that didn’t take away from the Field Marshal’s own step into the world of eye-popping attire. Vandrad’s brows raised a tad as he looked at Serilda then glanced over to Mercury. How humorous that fate had spun such a weave -- there was simply no chance that they had planned that, right? It was possible that Serilda could have been talked into it, considering her jovial mood, but it seemed more realistic that the two women had simply chosen similar attires. Mythal had dressed himself up a bit like the biker gang members that were known to roam Earthland. Gren had similarly chosen an outfit of some ill-begotten ruler, though his was arguably more revealing than Vandrad’s. The former Knight walked up to his son and chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. “Now if only we coulda gotten Mythal into something a bit more regal. Maybe somethin’ with a crown?” Gren asked, grinning as he looked at the Director.

    Vandrad considered the suggestion for a moment before his own amused smirk pulled itself back onto his face as he fixed his gaze on Mythal. "Not at all. He needs something with panache. Perhaps regal gold armor with his own laurel but made of silver leaves. After all, he is going to be a royal soon.” Both men took their shots teasing the Darkness King, who wasn’t a fan of anything gaudy. He had clearly accepted where marrying Serilda would seat him but it was also obvious that he wasn’t one that would flaunt his wealth, influence or power needlessly, far more interested in remaining as frugal as possible.

    The last pod revealed Simon, who came out looking completely different. His dark hair was gone, changed into a bright, blue-silver. He’d even taken the time to brush his hair differently, so it had a more pompadour look than before. He wore gold glasses, tinted gold as well, that had a chain coming down to wrap around his neck. He’d changed his earrings to gold as well to match, though that was more in line with the golden, glowing halo that hovered above the man’s head without the need of wire. Thick but not wide angel wings were attached to his back from white straps that slung over his shoulders and then all that remained of actual clothing were two decent green leaves, held up by an invisible belt, that covered his nether regions. He took a moment to observe the group. “Ladies, you look absolutely beautiful,” he complimented Serilda and Mercury. “Vandrad, very inspired. Desierto would almost be proud, were you not from Bellum. Mythal, you pull that look off amazingly; now if only we had room in here for you to ride a lacrimacycle about. And Gren…” Vandrad’s uncle raised his brows a bit and lowered his head to look at the former Knight from over the edge of his glasses. “Well I can see why Themmy let you put a baby in her. I think I just felt myself turn a little bisexual,” he said, openly checking out the older man.

    With their outfits all set, Simon led the group back to the couches. There they had a new guest; Father Christmas himself had come on over to join the likes of Everance and Dudley. He hadn’t changed during his time down in the club, though his jacket had long been removed and he was simply shirtless. He was also almost completely covered in body glitter, though from who or what there was no telling. He turned his gaze to meet the group, though his eyes fell and locked onto Mercury. He made no attempts to hide as he licked his lips, his eyes looking her over from top to bottom. “Mercury, perhaps I should tell you why I believe Easter and Christmas should have a close, intimate relationship,” he started.

    "Save it, horndog,” Vandrad shut it down, giving the man a glare. "Are you enjoying the vivacious nature of my family’s club? I imagined such a place would mark them down for the naughty list.”

    “Ah, perhaps in certain lights, one would think that,” Santa explained. “But this is about the freedom of expression, of finding enjoyment in the movement of music and the beauty of the body. I like to think it’s quite the perfect representation of what being on the good list is about!”

    Once more, Santa found a way to spin the naughty and nice aspect to his own pleasure, which seemed to flip back and forth upon his leisure. But the prince didn’t get much time to ponder a retort as out of the crowd emerged his mother with Victoria. Themesycia had settled into a strapless black dress that gripped her body tight and provided a perfect picture of her curves. She approached with all the air of dignity that she always had but there was a… feeling of euphoria about her. Even Simon picked up on it, interrupting the duchess before she even had a chance to speak. “My darling sister, you are glowing right now.”

    “Yes well, you know how exuberant I get when I meet new, exciting people. It just makes me feel delicious,” Themesycia stated, looking over at Victoria and smirking. It was abundantly clear for pretty much everyone in the area that the time they had spent ‘changing’ had probably been more focused on the undressing than the actual act of putting more clothes on. With an added naughty lick of her lips, the duchess turned her gaze back to the group. “Thank you all for coming. It seems you all got a chance to use the clothing pods -- you all look stunning, by the way. But if I may be so bold, there is another reason I wished to invite everyone down here.” Her eyes settled on Vandrad, the prince lacking any recognition to why she was so focused on him. “Vandrad, darling… you may not have told your friends when it was, but I do hope you know your own mother wouldn’t forget the day of your birth.”

    Oh no. "Mother…” the prince started.

    “Ah, ah,” she said, wagging a finger at him. “For too many years you have insisted that your birthday come with no celebration and I have relented and allowed it. But look around, darling -- look at all the family and friends that you’ve never had before. No, I absolutely refuse to allow another birthday to go by without giving its due diligence. It is bad enough that the actual day has already gone by but what better way to make up for that than to celebrate tonight.” Themesycia grinned as she turned away, looking back into the audience. The wave of people parted and from the mass emerged Ophelia and Bartrand, each one holding a side of a pretty impressive and towering cake. The chocolate monstrosity was sparkling from glittering candles, each one a different colored hue. They set the cake down on the table before the couches.

    Vandrad tried to take a step back, to melt back the ground around him. But two heavy hands came upon his shoulders, pushed him forward and sat him down at the table. He glanced over his shoulder to see that it was Gren, beaming down at him and clearly refusing to let him retreat. He looked around at the group slowly, even as the rest of the audience halted their dancing to start cheering and hollering their appreciation for the show. Finally his gaze fell on Mercury but, unlike other circumstances where he may have looked pleadingly for help, he seemed… satisfied. Better yet, he almost looked happy. With a dramatic sigh, he spoke. "Alright!” he said, bringing his hands up and waving at the entirety of the room to settle. "I will allow this celebration this one time, for the sake of keeping the party going. Thank you mother and everyone else. Now let me blow out this damn thing and everyone can get some cake.”

    Themesycia wasn’t going to let him get away with that so easily. Before he could move, she started to sing the all-too-famous tune of Happy Birthday, which was swiftly built upon by everyone else in the room. The prince rolled his eyes, despite the small, amused smirk on his face. And then, once they had finished, he finally took a deep breath and blew out the candles, resulting in more cheers from the gathered crowd.







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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 20th January 2021, 8:55 pm

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    Well, Mythal certainly looked good in leather. In fact, he looked like he was about ready to hop back on his motorcycle, which they hadn’t ridden for some time. She admired him briefly as she walked up to join the two men, her eyes trailing to his backside before they turned to greet her. Gren had picked a very fitting toga that showed off his overabundance of muscles, and while Serilda wasn’t one to cast a lusty eye toward her future father-in-law, the outfit really did compliment him. “Don’t you gentlemen look fine?” she commented with a playful but bright smile, even as Mythal’s gaze lingered a bit too long on her accentuated bosom and giving the outfit his approval. Out of nowhere, a somewhat devious little smirk tugged on her lips. “Not bad for a five out of ten chest, then, huh?”

    Serilda wondered if he’d even remember what she was referring to, though it was highly unlikely he’d forgotten even after all this time. It was a bit of a racey comment for the princess, certainly more crass than she’d have spoken in front of her parents, but they were already in a rather scandalous setting and she was in a very good mood. So out the teasing words would come, and just in time for Vandrad and Mercury to overhear them as they walked out of their own pods, the latter hilariously being in one of the other bunny suits that there had been an option for. Serilda laughed lightly at the quip about their shared taste in class. Mercury looked quite alluring in her own, the black corset piece showing off the Silver Wolf mage’s body in a way that caught even Serilda’s eye, though it was merely a brief feeling that the Voidwalker hid well. Vandrad, on the other hand, looked rather fetching in a somewhat royal looking take on Desierto styled clothing. Her mind very briefly toed the line of wondering how things between them might have been different if Hugo hadn’t come into her life, her thoughts churning over the realization of how attractive he actually was for a split second before she stubbornly reigned it back.

    Luckily, Mercury distracted her almost immediately, albeit with a topic equally as flustering. The Silver Wolf mage had overheard the comment on the rating of her chest and had caught on that it was clearly a reference to something, and was now openly baiting for the story. Serilda’s cheeks turned a bright pink and she chuckled sheepishly, but she couldn’t hold it against Mercury for asking. Serilda had been the one who’d chosen to make the comment in the first place, it was only natural that someone might have asked. Flashing a look to Mythal to see if he seemed against telling them what happened -- if not in vivid detail, Serilda cleared her throat to steel herself for telling one of the many stories that neither of them had ever told anyone before.

    A bit shyly, she brushed some of her hair behind her ear. “Well, uh… you guys already know that the second time we worked together we got stuck in Desierto for a week and got into a… well, a really petty argument afterward.” Blue eyes flicked toward Gren almost a bit apologetically, though there was an amused smirk on her face and she had a feeling that the man was going to enjoy hearing the tale. “There was a lot of name calling, berating, insulting, swearing, screaming at each other…” Her blush deepened to a darker and darker hue of red with each word as she admitted to even her own childish behavior at the time, but to her credit she continued on.

    “I was trying to get him to take his shirt off so I could clean a wound on his back, and he was resisting. Pretty sure he called me a pervert at some point. I don’t honestly remember everything that was said, but he was so against me touching him that I wound up shoving him just to antagonize him. After that, it sort of became a shoving match and… Gods, this is embarrassing.” She was laughing at herself, but this was clearly her punishment for opening the door in the first place. “At some point he accidentally, um… got a handful of my chest. He panicked and tried to distract me from it by dumping water on me, and then got even more angry with me when I was more upset about the waste of what little water we had left than I was about the unintentional grope that resulted in half my shirt getting torn off. He called me on it, and in the process told me I had a five out of ten chest.”

    That was where Serilda left the story, determined not to get into what had happened after. Unfortunately, Mercury was too observant for her own good. Or rather, she was too shameless. It was probably obvious to everyone at that point where the interaction had gone, revealing just how quickly Serilda and Mythal had wound up bumping uglies and the exact rage fueled, carnal experience it had been, but Mercury was the one who was unsurprisingly bold enough to flat out ask if that had been their first time. Serilda said nothing, but she didn’t need to. Her face was fully red as she buried it in her hands, her shoulders quivering with her attempt to keep herself from laughing along with surely everyone else. Thankfully, Mercury was equally as quick to turn the tables and even the playing field, grinning at Vandrad and making a remark about angry sex in the desert, which had apparently also been the setting for their first time having sex.

    Once Simon was out, and apparently having just a sliver of bisexuality for Gren, everyone moved back to the couches where it seemed Santa had joined them. Serilda was still coming down from her blush, but watching Mercury make a bee line for Father Christmas only for Vandrad to once again interfere was entertaining enough to help her cheeks relax a bit more. As everyone sat and unwound, Themesycia and Victoria finally joined them. The duchess was in a simple black dress with no straps that hugged every curve of her body in a most fortunate way, but it was Victoria that Serilda was starting at, mostly in shock. If seeing the Seal with a younger form had been weird enough, this was downright unsettling. She wore a short skirt made out of strip of rugged black leather that was lightly decorated with silver studs. The shirt she wore was little more than a crimson colored scarf tied up around her breasts and to her neck with a small chain of jewelry hanging between the fabric between the two mounds. Much like, Serilda, she wore a dark jacket of sorts that only covered her shoulders and arms, with one shoulder displaying a plume of green feathers. It was exceptionally revealing in a way that Serilda frankly wasn’t at all prepared or ready to confront, yet it seemed she had no choice.

    That only got worse when it became increasingly clear that the two women had, in fact, been doing exactly what everyone suspected they might after sneaking off together. Victoria looked downright smug as she sat down in a free space on the couch. Themesycia greeted everyone and thanked them for joining the after party, collectively complimenting the changes in attire. But apparently, there was an ulterior reason for her inviting everyone there, one that seemed to have something to do with Vandrad having recently had his birthday. He tried to steer Themesycia away from where this was headed, but his mother was having none of it, insisting that they celebrate properly for once after all the decades of him requesting no such activities, not now that he had so many friends and family alike gathered together in a way that he’d never had before now.

    Two of his cousins arrived with a large cake in hand that was almost on fire from the types of candles that were being used on it. Vandrad attempted to retreat only to be held firmly in place by Gren who used his superior bulk to prevent the prince from escaping, and seemed quite pleased with himself for doing so. Serilda was laughing out loud in a way that she often didn’t, clapping with everyone else and encouraging him to roll with it, more than happy to celebrate the occasion. After briefly considering everyone around them, Vandrad finally relented, insisting on blowing out the candles quickly so people could get their cake and be on their way. Though he was probably regretting it once everyone started singing happy birthday to him, the prince rolling his eyes until he could finally deal with the candles and be done.

    Except that Mercury was not done, oh no. It seemed she had not been aware of his birthday and she intended on using the celebration as an excuse to make his life harder, surprise surprise. The spent a few minutes teasing and berating him before enlightenment seemed to dawn on her in the way it usually did just before she came up with a hair brained idea that typically put Vandrad in a bind. The Silver Wolf ace turned to Serilda and inquired about bringing in some more company to “properly celebrate” the birthday, specifically in the form of Agatha, Ruzatz, and Monica. Not wanting to invite people into Themesycia’s home without permission, the lavender haired woman explained that the three were exactly the type of people that the du Wolffs would love, briefly referencing Lusty Titans as a “sex guild” and mentioning the name of some dance troupe that Everance and Dudley seemed to know about.

    Only once it was decided that they would be welcomed and Themesycia had given the green light would Serilda shake her head, grinning. “He’s never going to let us not dress up at their orgies after this,” she told Mythal with a light laugh, though openly enough for everyone else to hear the comment. With a deep, comically resigned sigh, she called to the Prime. “Hey, Ruzatz. You’ll never guess where we are right now. Bring your wives.”

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 21st January 2021, 7:11 pm

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    It wasn’t often that Serilda went all out on an outfit that accentuated her body, at least in a way that showed off more of her skin than she usually allowed. To be honest, Mythal was having a hard time concentrating on anything else, once more turning back the gears to when they had gone to Minstrel. That dress had done wonders to show off her body as well and it had resulted in the Darkness Slayer pulling the Voidwalker away for a quick reprieve of tension. He couldn’t deny that he was thinking in that same vein but halted himself, if only because there was no way they would get away with it without having it pointed out. That or someone would try to join and it would horrify them both. She remarked to him about numbers, saying something along the lines of her chest being five out of ten. His brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before realization washed over me. “Really? You been hangin’ onto that for two years?” he asked, trying to act offended by smirking all the same.

    Of course over came Mercury, who had surprisingly picked out a similar but arguably more risque outfit as well. Poor Mythal’s eyes couldn’t help but go to her chest as well, taking in the sight wholeheartedly. But he was quick to shake away the feeling as the Silver Wolf mage spoke up, focusing in on the repeated comment and wanting to know the source. Serilda’s cheeks grew a fiery red as she realized she had unlatched a door that she couldn’t quickly shut, a foot now holding it open and demanding purchase of the contents behind. For the Darkness Slayer, he simply gave his fiance an amused smirk and nod, so that Serilda knew she was free to tell the story as she saw fit. Not like any of them in the immediate area would be offended, though perhaps Gren would feel a bit odd about it. She explained that after their mission in Desierto, they had spiraled down into an argument that became quite childish as time went on. She told them how she was trying to clean a wound on his back and he had accused her of being perverted and soon they were shoving one another until Mythal grabbed her chest. In his panic, he grabbed some water and threw it on her head and then got more upset as the Voidwalker was more offended over the waste of the liquid. That’s when he had spat out about her chest apparently being moderate.

    She left the story there, though it would be very obvious to everyone around them where it had eventually led to. Mercury still insisted upon asking and Serilda’s already blushing face somehow got even redder. Mythal sort of just chuckled and shook his head, unwilling to say it outloud for Serilda’s sake but doing nothing to deny it. The Silver Wolf mage was quick to speak up and offer the consolation that clearly both of Gren’s sons had a thing for aggressive sex in a desert area. It was a humorous comparison that finally made Mythal burst right out with laughing, unable to hold back at the sheer irony of the matter. Luckily Gren was just as amused by the story, unbothered by the realization that both Vandrad and Mythal had taken part in some outdoor debauchery. There was still laughter when Simon came out, the angel-dressed man taking his time to pay his compliments to everyone around before the group headed back to the sitting area.

    There was a short moment where Mercury attempted to throw herself at Santa once more, Vandrad getting between her to stop her advances that drew more laughter. Nearly as soon as they all sat down, Themesycia and Victoria made their triumphant returns. They had both changed out of their previous outfits, with the Seal now in a scantily clad outfit. It was bothersome just how well she filled it out, along with the obvious look that her and the duchess shared. Clearly the two of them had spent some quality, physical time together that they were both proud of, the Seal grinning with such smugness it was almost palpable. Serilda was clearly having a hard time seeing Victoria with such sexual mannerisms and was doing her best to just ignore it. Luckily, Themesycia pulled everyone’s attention to her and thanked them for joining the party, especially due to a special consideration. She revealed, as she looked Vandrad right in the eye, that his birthday had just recently passed and she had no intention of letting him escape a celebration this year. His attempts to quell it were silenced almost immediately as his cousins arrived with a cake in hand, the candles sparkling bright and wildly. The prince tried an escape but it was Gren that stopped him, keeping him in place and refusing to let him retreat. Mythal joined in with the rest as they clapped, insisting that he just take the celebration and enjoy it.

    He finally agreed, though he didn’t do it quite vocally. He simply sighed and blew out the candles, generating a loud cheer from the group. But that was only the beginning of his troubles; the prince had, unwisely, kept the information of his birthday from Mercury. The Silver Wolf mage teased him relentlessly about it before she stopped, an idea popping into her head. The schemere had put together a plan and she turned to Serilda, a wicked glint in her eye. She asked about inviting some guests to the party in the form of the Lusty Titans leaders; Ruzatz, Agatha and Monica. A curious murmur went through the crowd, save for Vandrad who tried to intercede once more. But Themesycia was curious and listened as Serilda explained exactly who the people were and what their guild was about. And oh boy, one could see the excitement bloom in the duchess’ eyes as she heard about the sultry, open guild. As Serilda explained about the dance troupe, both Ever and Dudley shared a look before glancing towards Mercury, amused smirks on their faces.

    Themesycia not only invited their coming but absolutely insisted upon meeting the Rune Knights’ friends. The Voidwalker chuckled and remarked about their outfits and their chances of escaping repeating their dressing up for orgies. “Yeah no, I think that ship will have sailed,” he admitted with a laugh. With that conclusion drawn, there was nothing keeping them from sending out the invitation, with Serilda calling the Prime Sin’s name and asking him to bring Agatha and Monica with him.

    A portal instantly opened in the space before the couch, one rippling with chaotic dark magic. From out of the depths emerged a red-haired man, inked with black tattoos all across his body. One could see the tattoos because, just as the last time she had called upon him, the Prime Sin came stumbling through the portal wearing a Christmas-themed kimono held to his waist. He was wearing a Santa hat on his head and all across his body were green and red lipstick marks, trailing down his face and disappearing underneath the kimono. “Serilda, darling, you keep calling me with such need and you’re going to give me a--” the demon started saying with a grin before he paused to look around. He glanced at all the people directly in front of him, then looked behind him at the crowd that had gathered to watch Vandrad’s birthday celebration. He gasped. “Mythal, Serilda… are you cheating on us with another orgy?!” he asked in feign shock. “You could have just invited us; we would have brought cake. Oh! You already have cake! Wait is it someone’s birthday? Hey Vandrad, Gren! Mercury…” he purred at the Silver Wolf mage, giving her a wink. “And… I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve had the privilege. Ruzatz de la Cavallería, guildmaster of the Lusty Titans,” he said, offering his hand to Themesycia. “May I just say that you are gorgeous? In fact, all of you are quite beautiful. And… is that Victoria? Damn girl, I thought you were striking in your other form but nice to know you can look all sorts of ways of beautiful.” Finally pulling his attention away from admiring all of the du Wolffs and focusing up, he smiled. “So you’re a different orgy and you called me. Did you want me to give some tips? HAH! Get it? Oh right, Agatha and Monica will be right through -- Monica is just finishing up. Or well, she’s helping Agatha finish. These guys are comfortable if I talk about sex, right? Oh and Serilda, may I just say, that outfit is amazing on you. The girls look absolutely incredible. I put on something like that and I just don't do it justice but you..." he said, flashing her a double thumbs up. The wild and energetic Ruzatz had arrived, which could only mean that Vandrad's birthday celebration was only going to get more crazy.



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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 21st January 2021, 9:34 pm

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    “Wait, I’m sorry, I have to ask: Five out of ten chest? That sounds like a story.”

    Mercury literally could not help herself. It was such an odd comment for Serilda to have made, once that was clearly a reference to something as Mythal’s face scrunched in confusion before he called Seri out on waiting two years to throw that back in his face. At the request for enlightenment, the Voidwalker turned an adorable shade of bright pink and stammered a bit, which was a first. Serilda was usually so composed even in the worst of times that it was certainly a treat to see her so flustered.

    But to her credit, she told the story anyway after a quick nod from Mythal. Mercury was already aware that the engaged couple hadn’t exactly gotten along with one another when they first met, but she had not expected the truth to be so juicy and scandalous. Apparently, they had been bickering and arguing so childishly that Serilda couldn’t even talk about it without her cheeks turning even more red, and in the heat of the moment she’d turned things physical by shoving Mythal after he’d made it clear he didn’t want her touching him. Mercury was soaking the story up with an almost starstruck look in her eyes, utterly captivated by this golden nugget of knowledge about the typically reserved and private couple. It had all culminated with Mythal accidentally copping a feel during the pushing match and dumping water on the noblewoman’s head in an attempt to distract her, only for the anger to flare more after she was more upset about the wasted water, prompting him to accuse her of having a mediocre bosom.

    Please tell me that was the first time you two hooked up,” Mercury begged, dying to know the truth even if it meant prodding into their personal lives. Serilda only blushed deeper and hid her face in her hands in shame and embarrassment, trying not to laugh, while Mythal chuckled and remained equally silent. Though neither confirmed it verbally, there was clearly no denying it. “Ha!” She playfully slapped Vandrad on the shoulder with the back of her hand. “Look at that, we have more in common with them than we even realized. You Ragnos boys sure have a thing for jumping women in the desert after they’ve pissed you off, eh?” Pretty much everyone who knew the two of them knew by now the story of their first foray into sex with one another, if only because Mercury was all too happy to tell anyone that was interested in hearing about it. And anyone who didn’t know -- which was likely only Mythal and Serilda at this point -- would quickly realize the comparison she was making given the way she waggled her eyebrows at the prince with a knowing, teasing look.

    Simon joined them then, looking like an angel that she’d very much consider getting on her knees for. Again. He complimented everyone, even pausing to look over Gren a bit more than he would usually give consideration to men before flat out admitting that he could see why Themmy let Gren impregnate her, and that he’d just experienced what it was like to be attracted to his same gender, if only a little. Mercury giggled merrily, before following with the rest of them back to the couches only to find the best surprise ever waiting for her: Santa. The Father of Christmas, looking much the same but without his jacket and now being covered in glitter, took stock of everyone before his gaze fell to Mercury, who was all too happy to give him a little show of her outfit. “Do tell,” she replied to his euphemism, wasting no time in walking right over to him with every intention plopping right back onto his lap and snuggling up.

    Before she could get close enough, however, Vandrad prevented her from getting to her desired destination, telling Santa not to waste his breath. Mercury gave the prince a look that was half glare, half pout. “You know, just because I call you daddy doesn’t make you my real dad.” Despite the look on her face, there was a glint of mischief in her eyes that betrayed her good humor. The two men shared a quick exchange about the appropriate placement on his lists for people who attended parties such as this, with Santa explaining that this was clearly meant to be a place of freedom of expression and movement, thus making it good, not naughty. Honestly, he had quite the talent for twisting Vandrad’s words around, almost as much as Mercury herself did, the Silver Wolf mage grinning and giggling with merriment.

    They all sat down and enjoyed their drinks and one another’s company for a bit until Themesycia and Victoria arrived, both of them looking sexy and satisfied. After a brief confirmation of what they’d been up to, Themmy got right into thanking everyone for joining the after party before admitting there was a secondary reason why she had hoped they would all come. Mercury’s brows furrowed as the duchess looked at Vandrad, accusing him of purposefully not divulging to anyone that his birthday had just passed. Mercury had really only come to recently understand the tradition of celebrating such occasions, as she had observed how Earthlanders behaved around such times over the near year that she’d been on the planet. However, that was more than enough for her to know that Vandrad had probably kept it from her knowing that she would have used it as an excuse to be a pain in his ass.

    But that certainly wasn’t going to stop her from fully playing up the realization now. Mercury breathed in with audibly deep offense, pulling back from Vandrad dramatically and fixing him a stare like he’d just kicked a kitten in front of her. “How dare you,” she all but whispered over the fact that he’d kept this information from her. It was all she’d be able to get out before Themmy cut off the prince’s protest, insisting that she was going to have none of him not celebrating this year. All his life she had tolerated his desire not to celebrate the occasion, but here, tonight, amongst family new and old, and friends he’d never had before, they were going to celebrate whether he liked it or not. The crowd even parted to reveal Bartrand and Ophelia lofting a massive cake that was laden with bright, sparkling candles. A look of panic washed over his face as Vandrad attempted to retreat, and Mercury cackled as Gren physically stopped him by grabbing his shoulders and holding him in place.

    She joined in with everyone else in cheering for him to relent, the prince looking around at each person in the area before his gaze finally fell on Mercury, her face split into her trademarked, shit eating grin -- an expression which softened just a hair after she realized that he actually wasn’t actively panicking at that moment but instead seemed rather content with everything. Finally, he sighed and gave in, agreeing to play along if only long enough to deal with his candles and let the cake be passed out. This was the first birthday party she would have ever attended, and she was quite fascinated to learn all the various traditions. One of them was apparently singing as suddenly the entire room burst into the exact same song once Themmy started it. Mercury looked around, amused and captivated and doing her best not to look like she’d never done this before. Hopefully everyone would be too busy focusing on Vandrad to realize that she wasn’t singing. The song ended and Vandrad blew out the candles, causing a cheer to erupt once more through the room before the cake was hauled away to be sliced up.

    And in the quick few seconds while everyone had been singing, Mercury had been quite literally wracking her brain to look up more information about birthday parties and what to expect from them. It was another occasion to give gifts, though this time the gifts were only for the person whose birthday it was. And some of those gifts could be quite scandalous depending on who they were from. She was still glaring at him after things had settled down. “I can’t believe you would hide that from me. Me, your very best friend in the whole wide world. If you had just told me from the start I might have only given you a mild hard time, but now your punishment is going to be more moderate to severe. When we get back to Fiore, I’m going to throw you another party and invite so many people just to--”

    She cut herself off with a gasp, a devilish little idea materializing out of nowhere to practically slap her in the face. Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “You know what, no. Forget that. We’re gonna get all the proper celebrations handled right here and now.” Turning to Serilda, she continued. “Can you do that party trick again? Calling Ruzatz? We need to get him and Agatha and Monica here, cause I’ll bet they’re great company for a birthday party.” Without waiting for an answer, she moved right over to addressing Themesycia and the rest of the du wolffs. “Seriously, you all would love these guys. The three of them are all married to each other and they run a literal sex guild. In fact, the Mouvement Sensuel troup is made up entirely by members of their guild, Lusty Titans. Her gaze shifted briefly again, giving Everance and Dudley a knowing grin.

    And while most people likely wouldn’t wholly understand her reasons or interest for wanting to invite the trio into the party, there were a few things that would be obvious. Clearly, Mercury had some kind of ulterior aim here, though most likely wouldn’t know what it was except something that clearly was meant to pick on Vandrad in a very specific way. Ever and Dudley likely would have seen the look in her eyes that promised trouble, the type that may even play into their plans to get Mercury and Santa separated from Vandrad long enough to have some fun. But only Vandrad would likely realize the true reason Mercury was doing this: to get Agatha in the room for him. Oh, she could not wait to get the only woman in the world that had managed to turn the gruff prince into a bumbling teenager, ready to put all her attention and focus on the birthday boy.

    And thankfully, Themmy was curious and interested enough to allow it. Serilda made a joking comment about how Ruzatz would not let them live down dressing up for this party, which Mythal confirmed, before she called out to the Prime Sin and told him to bring his wives. She had barely finished speaking when the familiar portal opened and out came Ruzatz similarly as before, half covered by a Christmas themed kimono with a trail of lipstick kisses to compliment the tattoos down his body. And, like before, he came right out the gate to lavish flirtations upon the white haired noblewoman and the way she was apparently getting into the habit of calling upon him so needily. Of course, his words stopped when he finally looked around and took in the site, realizing the setting he was in, and gasping. He berated them playfully for cheating on him by attending someone else’s orgy, insisting that they could have just invited them from the start. Ruzatz’s mind continued to run at a mile a minute, jumping from realization and sentence to the next as he noticed the cake and asked about who’s birthday it was before noticing others in the room that he recognized.

    Mercury was practically giddy on her toes even as he purred his greeting to her with a flirty wink. “Hey there, handsome!’ He introduced himself to Themesycia, offering a hand to her and praising both her beauty, and the sexiness of everyone in the room. Really, once Ruzatz got talking there was no stopping him, but Mercury loved it. He was so full of life and fun, and it was infectious as far as she was concerned. He explained that his wives would join them as soon as Monica finished Agatha up. Once he was finished hitting on Serilda again, the conversation having come full circle, Mercury caught his attention. “This is the rest of the du Wolff clan, Vandrad’s family. They typically host an after party after their formal celebrations, and I thought it would be fun to bring you three along and introduce you all. I think you’ll get along famously.”

    It wouldn’t take longer than another minute or two for the other women to come in. Agatha stepped out gently with Monica beside her, glowing about as much as Themmy had been a few minutes ago, her long red hair tossed a little on her head. She was dressed in a sexy Christmas themed dress with an exceptionally short skirt and off the shoulder sleeves that was designed to resemble Santa’s attire. The look was completed with white fishnet stockings and white knit boot heels that came up to just above her knees. ”Sorry for the delay! Hello everyone, I’m Agatha,” she told everyone, her demeanor as soft and genuine as it had been the first time they’d met her. And like before, the entire room practically halted in its tracks to stare at the woman, who quickly took in her surroundings. “Oh!” she exclaimed in gentle surprise, only just now realizing where Serilda and Mythal were. A small, innocently excited smile spread across her face. “Are you two branching out? Goodness, both of you look so good! You should dress up more for our parties!”

    Agatha quickly hurried over and gave Mythal and Serilda both hugs. In the process of doing so, she started seeing other faces she recognized. “Hi, beautiful!” The Hand gave Mercury an embrace as well as a quick compliment before she saw Gren, giving him a little grin. “Well, don’t you look hunky,” she teased, giving him a hug as well as a familiar kiss on the cheek. Moving right along, she didn’t hesitate to prove herself a touchy woman, her amber eyes lighting on the prince with a smile. “Oh, Vandrad, that outfit really compliments you! I love it! It’s good to see you again.” Once more she extended a friendly hug, not really giving Vandrad the chance to say no -- not that he probably would anyway.

    And Mercury wouldn’t even wait long enough for the smoke show of a woman to pull back very far. “Don’t forget to wish him a happy birthday!”

    Agatha blinked briefly at Mercury before gasping, her attention snapping back to Vandrad as her hands went to her cheeks in surprise. “Oh, happy birthday!!” the Lusty Titan leader exclaimed with a bright smile, giving him another hug that lingered a bit longer and was a bit tighter than the first, paired with a light kiss on his cheek much like she’d given Gren. “Is that why we’re here? Are we celebrating your birthday? Oh, I didn’t even bring a gift! Don’t you worry, I’ll think of something!” It was possible that was a threat of giving him some kind of sexual favor, but frankly she said it with such innocence and purity that one really couldn’t be sure -- and that just made the situation even more delightful for Mercury.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 22nd January 2021, 10:54 am

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    Of course whatever Serilda was saying was some kind of reference but Vandrad wasn’t the kind of person that demanded to know the source of such remarks. Mercury, on the other hand, was one that simply couldn’t help herself and had to know more. Confronted with no option of backing out, Serilda’s face twisted into a bright shade of pink as she blushed. The enfianced couple looked at one another, making sure the other was fine with telling the story, before the Field Marshal revealed their embarrassing tale. Apparently the two of them had squabbled after a mission and it had become more and more asinine as it went on. At some point Mythal had accidentally groped Serilda and then, in a fit of anger, had rated her breasts. Vandrad snorted and shook his head, smirking. "You should have staked your insult on something more reasonable, Mythal. Even I’ll admit that she’s, at least, nine out of ten.” No doubt the comment would surprise everyone in the immediate area, as such comments never came from the prince. It was said with such ease and practiced observation that it couldn’t fully be a flirtation and yet, at the same time, it was obviously complimentary in a way that Vandrad never showed outside of Mercury and perhaps his family. Better yet was the fact that he didn’t even look embarrassed by the comment, continuing to smirk even as Mercury smacked his arm and made the comparison of the Ragnos men and their first times being in deserts. After all, there was no point in arguing a fact that was seemingly true.

    Once Simon returned in the garb of an angel and decided to also come onto his father, they finally headed back to the couches to hopefully get comfortable and not have to worry about any more drastic changes. Santa had joined Ever and Dudley and immediately made eyes at Mercury, practically inviting her to come and get close to him. But Vandrad shut it down immediately, earning a glare and a snarky remark from his partner. "No but I am the one that is intent on ruining both of you having an additional fun, if only because it amuses me,” the prince stated simply before turning his attention back to the Christmas spirit. Before long his mother and Victoria had returned, practically oozing with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Apparently the elderly Seal was intent on staying in her younger form and showing it off for all to see, the prince equally as perturbed by the sight as Mythal and Serilda were. He had no qualms about whatever age she chose to wear but the idea of a key to the apocalypse putting her body out for everyone to admire was just a bit too much for him.

    But of course, it seemed his mother had decided this year was the perfect opportunity to finally return to the age old tradition of celebrating one’s birth. Even as a child Vandrad didn’t understand the perplexity that went into having a formal celebration and receiving gifts just for being alive for a set amount of years. He’d hoped to keep it under wraps, as he had for years prior, but Themesycia swiftly pulled that out from under him. Worse yet was now Mercury would know that his birthday was in December and she would, most likely, never let him live it down. The offense she mockingly took at his hiding of it spoke volumes, even as he tried to squash the attempt from the duchess. She was having none of it, having already assembled a cake that both Bartrand and Ophelia brought in. The shit-eating grin on the faces of his cousin told the tale of how his entire family had certainly bought into the scheme. He tried to escape but Gren stopped him in his tracks, even as the rest of the crowd brought the music and dancing to a standstill to cheer along with the group. He finally relented after a few moments of consideration, admonishing the focus he was getting and hoping to rid himself of it if he simply gave in and blew out the candles. They obviously had to sing but he shouldn’t have expected anything less than that. Once he had defeated the glowing candles and the cake was taken away to be cut up, several of his family came around to give him hugs and kisses and all the gross acts that family did. “What’s this now, thirty nine? You’re getting up there old-timer,” Bartrand commented with a grin and a solid punch to his cousin’s arm.

    “Old or not, he could still kick your scrawny ass without much effort,” Ophelia shot back at Bartrand, giving the prince a nudge with her elbow and chuckling.

    Mercury spoke up then, still focused on the fact that he had kept his birthday a secret. She insisted that if he’d been upfront about it, she would have kept her treatment mild but considering he had felt the need to hide it, she was going to go to further lengths to torture him. It seemed their return to Fiore was going to result in another party and with a wide array of guests being invited. "It is the specific reason I left the point moot. You would have crafted some kind of ridiculous party and invited hundreds of people, most I’m sure I wouldn’t know at all, and then -- what are you grinning about?” She had stopped mid-sentence, an act that usually was followed by some wicked idea. Indeed her smile grew and she spoke up finally, stating that there was no reason to wait when she had the means to make the party even wilder right there and then. She turned to Serilda and asked her about her party trick. When she specifically asked about Ruzatz, Vandrad’s eyes widened a tad. "You wouldn’t dare…” he tried to insist against it but Mercury was already off and running. She turned to the rest of the du Wolff clan and explained about the Lusty Titan members, a factoid that Vandrad had left out. He had picked up on the fact that both his family and the independent guild were like two peas in a pod and refused to create even more connections between the du Wolffs and Fiore. Gods forbid they start vacationing there and hounding him even more. But his attempts were feeble at best, as Mercury was unstoppable once she had gotten going. And though it may have not been clear to the rest of them, it was evident that this was an attempt to bring in Agatha specifically, the only woman that had struck Vandrad with her beauty that he had been culled out of his grumpier attitude.

    The bait had been taken and Themesycia was more than welcome to other guests coming, especially those that could mesh so well with their own environment. After a moment of conversation, Serilda called out for the Prime Sin and in an instant, his source of travel appeared before them. Out came the bumbling moron, somehow clad in just a kimono around his waist once more, though this one was more seasonally inspired. And it was clear that from the trails of lipstick stains on his chest that he’d been in the middle of another rigorous session with his wife or wives. He came out, openly flirting with Serilda as seemed to be his forte before he noticed the room around him. He jokingly accused her and Mythal of cheating on the Lusty Titans before insisting they should have just invited them. His focus flippantly darted about the immediate area like a squirrel with an attention problem, greeting the prince, his father and Mercury in kind. He turned his attention to Themesycia, offering his hand to shake for the duchess. “Themesycia du Wolff and let me just say that you are quite the sight,” Themmy purred as she shook the new guest’s hand. His attention flitted around to compliment everyone, even Victoria after he realized it was her. Finally he fell back onto Serilda, wondering why she had called him in the first place. He insisted that Agatha and Monica would be through soon enough.

    Indeed, after Mercury took the time to generally introduce the group before Ruzatz, out came Agatha, followed by Monica. To no one’s surprise at all, at least to the people that knew the Lusty Titan leader, the room practically came to a standstill when Agatha entered the room. All eyes fell upon her, taking in her utter beauty and charming, yet innocent-like aura. She was dressed in what could only be considered a sexy rendition of Santa Claus’ outfit. She introduced herself to everyone before she started to go about and greet the people that she knew. Monica came out of the portal wearing… well, it was the ribbons that were generally put on presents. That were carefully wrapped around her chest to cover her up and then on her lower half so that none of her goods were obviously out for all to see but not by much. "’Sup, I’m Monica,” she said, giving the strangers a nod. She glanced around the room, her brow furrowed in thought as her eyes rolled over to look at Serilda and Mythal. "Y’know, Ags and Ru told me that you guys were getting more comfortable comin’ to parties but this is a bit more than I expected. Color me impressed,” she glanced over at Simon, her eyes flashing in appreciation. "Heya tall, dark and handsome, how you doin’?”

    “Simon du Wolff, at your service,” Simon said, bowing and offering his hand. When she took it, he turned it around and kissed the top of it.

    "Hells, I hope so. Heyyy…” her eyes glanced over at Bartrand, her mouth parting into a grin. "What’s up, stud? You look like a firecracker. And you are a smokeshow,” she said, complimenting both Bartrand and Ophelia.

    Vandrad’s cousin grinned. “Bartrand. And if you don’t mind me adding, love the outfit. Here I thought I wasn’t getting a present until tomorrow.”

    “Can’t keep it in your pants for even a minute, huh Bart? Hi, I’m Ophelia. I love your tattoos. They are gorgeous,” she said, introducing herself to Monica.

    "Well he’s more than welcome to get outta those pants if he wants. And thanks; you look like you could use some ink as well. Good skin for it. Maybe I can convince you to take off your clothes and let me offer some suggestions?”

    Meanwhile, as Monica went about hitting on all the new faces she could, Agatha was making her way around and greeting everyone one at a time. “Hello beautiful,” Gren greeting Agatha, returning her hug and kiss. “Are you here to deliver presents?” For Gren, it was not unusual for him to pass a quick flirtatious comment to Agatha.

    And finally, she came to Vandrad, who had, luckily, had some time to prepare himself for Agatha’s arrival. With Mercury’s tactic all but obvious and the beautiful redhead taking her time to greet everyone, the prince had managed to mostly wrangle his admiration of her in and get control of himself… though he imagined the worst was yet to come. "Thank you, Agatha. Your outfit really… compliments you as well. You look beautiful.” And, proving to himself that he could interact with her normally, he returned her hug.

    Unfortunately, that was when Mercury decided to inform them all of Vandrad’s birthday, insisting that they give him well wishes. Agatha was still right there in front of him and when she realized, she once more hugged him, this time holding it a bit longer than he was expecting and then leaned up to kiss him. There was simply no hiding the blush that stained his cheeks as the bumbling sensation once more rolled over him. She asked if that’s why they were there and lamented not bringing a gift. But it seemed she was sure to think of something to reward him, the undertones of her possibilities not missed by the prince. "Uh… no… we were… celebrating Christmas and… my mother decided that…”

    His attempts at explaining came to a standstill when his ass received a hard smack, just as Monica came out from behind him. "Damn, that is tight, son,” she said, giving her hand a shake in appreciation. "So its your birthday, huh? Too bad we weren’t told before -- I imagine we coulda whipped up a nice present for ya.” But there was a wicked glint in Monica’s eye, one that Vandrad only really saw in Mercury’s own irises. With a smirk, she turned to her wife, running her hand over her rump. "Weren’t you just saying the other day how much you wanted to get to know Vandrad more? What better time than his birthday party? How about you two go find a quiet little corner to talk while Ruzatz and I introduce ourselves to the rest of the fam?” The tattooed woman had picked up on Mercury’s intentions and was now playing full house on the side of the Silver Wolf mage.

    Of course Vandrad knew that this was an attempt to fluster him, to punish him for his hiding of his birthday. He semi-glared at Monica and, over her shoulder, at Mercury. "In fact, I would love to learn more about you, Agatha. I think some time alone is exactly what I would like for my birthday,” the prince declared, finding a nugget of his usual confidence. He would surpass this silly nervous nature that materialized and he would do it by proving to both of the insufferable women that he could spend time alone with Agatha. He offered his arm to her and once she had taken it, guided her away from the group and off to the other side of the bar, to a booth that was out of earshot and eyeshot of the gang. There he slid into the seat beside her, clearing his throat as he tried to get comfortable and not look so hot and bothered by being alone with her. "So… we didn’t get much time to talk last time? How uh… how are you?”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 22nd January 2021, 5:29 pm

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    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Except she would dare. Mercury absolutely dared, and she wasted no time at all proving that point. Soon enough the trio had arrived, with Agatha and Monica introducing themselves in their various ways. Vandrad managed to compose himself exceptionally well, even complimenting Agatha’s attire and exchanging a hug with her without his face flushing. Of course, that only lasted as long as it took for Mercury to let the other shoe drop, announcing for the newcomers that they were officially celebrating Vandrad’s birthday. Then the Hand was off, her excitement raised enough to hug him all over again and even plant a kiss on his cheek, which had now gone a full shade of pink. She asked if that’s what the party was for, and Vandrad fumbled with his answer to explain that it hadn’t meant to be such a thing, that his mother had sprung it on him.

    And then he was cut off by Monica coming right out and slapping him on the ass, voicing her compliments of his backside before also lamenting that they hadn’t had time to come up with a suitable gift. But it seemed the heavily inked woman had quickly caught on to Mercury’s plot, a wicked glint in her eyes as she openly rubbed Agatha’s posterior in front of everyone, reminding the red head about her desire to get to know Vandrad a little more and how this was the perfect opportunity to make good on that. “I couldn’t possibly take him away from all the people that are here to see him…” Agatha voiced humbly, clearly eager to do just that but earnestly not wanting to hog the prince all to herself for his own birthday party. Whether or not she had caught on to some kind of ploy was anyone’s guess.

    However, Vandrad himself elected to rise to the challenge, stating in open defiance that he would actually like to get some time to get to know her, and that getting a few moments of alone one on one time with her was exactly what he wanted to do for his birthday. She looked surprised, but not disappointed. “Oh! Well, in that case, I would also love the opportunity to get to know you better.” She smiled up at him brightly, easily slipping her dainty arm inside of his beefy one and hugging herself lightly to the limb as he led them away. Off they went to a booth out of sight of the group, with her sliding in first and the prince sitting beside her. As she settled into her seat, he opened the conversation by asking how she was and remarking at how little they’d gotten to talk before. “I know, I was so disappointed! But, it could hardly be helped. That whole thing turned into a much bigger situation than any of us could have ever prepared for. And there was so much tension and anxiety, even after everything had settled… It just didn’t seem like the appropriate time to steal you for a bit, especially when I knew how much Gren had been looking forward to seeing you himself. It was just better to wait, I think.”

    She smiled at him again, shifting her weight on the seat so she could pull her legs up and tuck them beneath her hips, her knees coincidentally brushed up against his thigh. Turning to face him and give him her full attention, she moved on to actually answer his question. “And now, my patience has paid off! I’ve been doing pretty well, all things considered. Running the guild gets crazy, though Ruzatz and Monica handle the bulk of that while I assist them with whatever they need help with. I have my own small business that I run, so that generally keeps me busy during the days. I certainly can’t complain, though. Especially not when I get a handsome gentleman all to myself for a little while.” With a flirty grin, she playfully trailed her fingers briefly down the side of his arm, the act less sensual and more innocent in its coquettishness. Agatha was clearly just the type of person that was fond of physical touch, whether or not that involved sex.

    She teased his arm only briefly before pulling back and getting comfortable once more. “What about you? You seem to have recovered just fine since everything with Faera. How have you been adjusting to everything with Gren? I know it was absolutely torturing Mythal and Serilda not to say anything to you at first. They tried so hard to get things worked out. Are you two settling in okay with one another..?” It seemed that she wasn’t afraid to skip right over the small talk and get right to more meaningful conversations, her amber gaze fully invested in the prince as she sought to know him on a deeper level, though not in a fashion that came across as prying. Rather, she seemed genuinely invested in getting past the surface to truly appreciate what made Vandrad tick, to be a listening ear and a source of support and comfort and earnest conversation.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 22nd January 2021, 6:33 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
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    There was no way that Vandrad was going to be goaded and harassed all night, just to be cowed against a challenge he hadn’t overcome yet. Agatha was beautiful and her looks and aura were something of a strange presence to his empathic senses, causing him inner conflict. That just meant that she was someone he would have to surpass, to find a way to overwhelm his weakness and make it a strength. Gone was the concern in Vandrad’s mind over keeping Mercury out of trouble, now more focused on proving that he could see her challenge and rise above it. Rather than back down form the chance to get to know Agatha, he offered to spend some time alone with her, stating how much he personally would like to hear about her life. She had seemed humbled over the idea of taking him away and spending time with him alone until he insisted upon it, her face lightening up and his heart giving a few too many throbs of excitement.

    He moved through the crowd with her in arm, her dainty limb snuggled tight against his own. He brought them away from the prying eyes of his family and friends, unwilling to sit there and have them ogling them. He let her slide in first before he sat down beside her, having used the time while they walked to work up his courage and push down his nerves. He opened the conversation up, swallowing hard and hoping he could keep most of the focus on her rather than himself. She admitted she had been disappointed over not getting time to talk to him but, given how frantic and dangerous their evening had become, it was understandable. She had thought about taking some of his time but had opted to let the prince bond with his father, given how excited the former Knight had been. "Yes, it was… quite the trial. It was hardly the way I expected to meet Gren but… one doesn’t get to choose how such things happen. Thank you for your consideration though; if anything, he needed some rest after everything to heal up.”

    She seemed thrilled that waiting had paid off, giving her the opportunity they had now. She told him how things had been, admitting that running a guild was always the challenge but Ruzatz and Monica were more than capable to handle a majority of the effort when Agatha was busy. It seemed she had a side business that kept her busy throughout the day. She apparently couldn’t complain considering she had managed to get him all to herself. Her fingers trailed down the side of his arm and goosebumps immediately popped up over his skin, a rush of excitement and, yes, even arousal running through him. He grit his teeth behind his lips, doing his best to quell the sensation without it being too obvious. Thank the gods for baggy pants.

    Gulping down those odd emotions, he managed to regain his focus once her hand had left and she turned the question on him. She observed that he had healed from the battle with Faera and inquired how life was, now that he had met Gren. She apparently had been in on the big secret of Gren’s survival and understood how excited his adoptive brother and his fiance had been. "Yes, my magic allows me to heal relatively quickly. I systematically absorb ethernano at an extraordinary rate so most injuries are gone in a manner of minutes, depending on the depth and…” He stopped himself, realizing that he was talking like some kind of professional soldier. She hadn’t asked him about his magic, she’d asked about him. It felt silly to be embarrassed over his overanalyzations but there was a small tremor of it, even if he doubted she would mind either way. He felt safe and comfortable in talking about his magic. "I’m good. Gren and I are getting along just fine, all things considered. It’s… strange,” he mused, saying the words out loud for what felt like the first time. "I understand he’s my father on one level but he doesn’t… feel like it. I went nearly four decades without a proper father, outside of my uncle acting the part. That isn’t to say I don’t appreciate meeting him or getting to know him -- I do. But I don’t think it’ll ever be like if I was to, say, grow up with him. It will be more like he’s my friend, which is an odd thing to say in and of itself.” Why was he admitting all of this? Something about Agatha made him just want to tell her whatever she wanted. She had such a genuine, honest aura that was both calming and alarming. "He’s a good man. A bit headstrong but that seems to run in the family.”

    He took a deep breath as his gaze met hers. "I imagine it’s quite strange, to be suddenly invited to places all the time out of the blue. Then again, your husband always seems… quite eager to come and see Serilda.” Vandrad tossed a glance in the direction of the group, even though he couldn’t see any of them. "So your guild, the Lusty Titans. They are a guild that gathers information, correct? If I had known that when I first arrived in Fiore, I may have sought you out to help me find Gren.”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 22nd January 2021, 7:47 pm

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    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    He agreed that their last meeting had been unfortunately tumultuous do to the circumstances, admitting that it wasn’t how he had hoped to meet Gren but there was little he could have done to change any of it. Still, he was grateful to her for being considerate to the bigger things going on at the time, if only for his father’s sake. Agatha flirted with him a bit, trailing her fingers along his arm and picking up immediately on the effect it had on him, which she could sense was something he was struggling with. It didn’t seem like he didn’t want her to touch him. If anything, it was quite the opposite, yet clearly he wasn’t used to such inclinations and wasn’t entirely sure what to make of himself, so she elected not to go too hard on him.

    Instead, she asked him about how things had been going with Gren, remarking about how well the prince seemed to have healed. Vandrad explained that healing was a relatively quick process for him due to his magic and his ability to absorb ethernano from the world around him. Agatha was fully invested in his words, interested in quite literally anything he seemed to want to talk about. But it seemed that Vandrad felt he was getting off topic, stopping himself in the middle of his explanation as a slight wave of embarrassment washed over him. To her credit, Agatha simply waited patiently for him to find his bearings again, and she was rewarded by it with a bit of opening up from the man. He answered her question, claiming that things were well, both in general and with Gren. It was simply an odd situation. He hadn’t been raised by his father, so there was an unfortunate disconnect between them, but nothing that stopped them from getting along or enjoying one another’s company. Gren was still his father -- they just didn’t have the typical bond that a man normally would have with his dad after having gone nearly four decades without such a figure in his life. They were simply more friends than anything else.

    “That makes sense,” she assured him with a nod of appreciation before he went on, giving his thoughts about Gren being a good man if a bit headstrong like the rest of the family. Agatha laughed lightly, appreciating the comment. “Yes, he is definitely a stubborn one. It’s admirable, really. Poor Monica has been trying so hard to break down that noble barrier of his, and while he certainly teases her a lot he’s remained steadfast in his decision not to engage her, despite how tempted he seems by the idea.”

    With a breath to steady himself a bit further, he looked over toward her and commented on how strange it likely was to be randomly invited to places so suddenly, though Ruzatz always seemed eager to see the Voidwalker. Agatha giggled, a soft bubbling sound that was rife with sincere entertainment. “Oh, yes, he is always happy to see Serilda. He has such a big crush on her, and it’s the most adorable thing. The two of them started off so rocky, you see. Serilda was in just an awful place emotionally when they ran into one another, and she just wasn’t in the right space to deal with someone as enthusiastic as he is, you know? Not to mention it didn’t take her long to work out that he is a demon, and at the time she was being cased by Ozorith…” Her voice trailed off a little sadly at the recollection of the things that had happened when they’d first met Serilda, both Ruzatz’ first encounter and Agatha’s. “It didn’t help that he had been trying to help her on a small job and accidentally exposed her to a bit of his magic. For most people, it has a positive effect, but for Serilda… well, she was still struggling with the loss of her first husband. She hadn’t known yet about what kind of man he truly was, and was still grieving his passing, and Ruzatz’ magic accidentally brought back a lot of memories for her…”

    She shook her head a little. “He felt so bad about it. It plagued him for weeks. That, and knowing that Ozorith was clearly interested in her for reasons that we hadn’t quite managed to work out for ourselves at the time. He truly is a despicable man.” A vein of anger washed through her as her mind wandered briefly, cutting through her gentler nature to reveal a woman that was certainly capable of more than just being constantly happy and playful all the time. But, it only lasted for a moment before she pressed on, not wanting to give the Prime of Wrath any more of her time or emotions than she needed to. “Anyway, I think Serilda simply found a special place in his heart because of all that. He’s such a sweetheart, always so giving and just wanting everyone around him to be happy and fulfilled. He’s not used to being a source of pain for others, whether purposefully or accidentally. It really struck him, you know? So the fact that she came back later and was willing to look past everything, including her own fears, to give him a second chance… it really meant a lot to him. To both of us, really.”

    Once more she graced him with a soft smile. “We’re always more than happy to be spontaneous for our friends, and Serilda and Mythal mean more to us than we ever expected them to.” Vandrad asked about the guild then, remarking upon the knowledge that they were information gatherers and how he might have taken the time to go to them about Gren in the first place had he known about them. “Yes, we do focus most of our efforts on gathering intel and gossip around the continent. Our agents are very effective. Sadly, though, I don’t know that we would have been able to help you. We actually already knew your father, but not by his first name. He introduced himself by his middle name, Ignatio, and it wasn’t until Serilda came and begged our help to save Mythal from Kingdom Darkness that we discovered the connection. Even back then, though, we knew he was working for the Order and that he had to lay low from Faera… so unfortunately, without his permission, we may have had to decline helping you.”

    “But thankfully, it seems you didn’t really need us. Mercury hides it well, but she’s as sharp as she is stunning, and from what I understand she helped you quite a bit in getting the information you needed. I wish we could convince her to join us. We extended her an offer and I feel like she wants to take it, but she hasn’t yet, despite how much incentive Monica has been offering her.” She chuckled merrily before turning the tables back on him. “So, tell me more about you. All I really know is that you’re Gren’s son, that you grew up as a noble in Bellum, and that you were once a member of the army here. That, and that Mercury seems to be quite attached to picking on you.” Agatha flashed him a teasing grin. “I’d love to hear about the things you enjoy doing in your free time, or maybe what kind of goals or aspirations you have for yourself… really anything you’d be open to sharing.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 23rd January 2021, 2:00 pm

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    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Vandrad had been informed that apparently the tattooed woman, Monica, had been making advances on his father for quite some time. She was hellbent on getting him into bed and had, thus far, not been successful. Agatha called it a noble barrier but he couldn’t help but think back to what he had sensed earlier at the party, as Mercury and Gren snuck off to a dark corner. Perhaps it was something more than just a sense of honor, especially since apparently Agatha seemed to believe that he was tempted by the offer but hadn’t given in yet. Curiously, Vandrad couldn’t help but draw a slight comparison between Monica and his mother, a resemblance that wasn’t exact but close enough. Perhaps it had something to do with that? Mixed emotions over the woman that had got away from him?

    But he chose not to bring it up, more interested in doing his own line of questioning on the matter. Instead, he opted to focus on Ruzatz and his obvious affection for Serilda. Agatha chuckled and admitted that he had something of a crush on the Field Marshal, something she labeled as adorable. She told him the story of how the Prime Sin and Serilda had met, a tale that he’d heard in pieces between Serilda and Mythal. He’d caught her at a bad time, his overenthusiastic nature a stark contrast to her emotionally weakened one. Plus the fact that she had picked up on his demonic nature and she’d already been stalked by Ozorith. It was a name that had been mentioned a fair number of times during their last meeting, another demon on Ruzatz’ level -- a Prime Sin, as it were. Mercury had shared a fair bit of what she had collected but surprisingly, it wasn’t a whole lot. Most of the Order of Souls’ records were based on previous demons and gods that had been dealt with. Agatha continued, explaining that during the job he had joined her on, he’d used some of his magic and it had a negative effect on her, given where her emotional state was. It had resurrected a lot of memories for the princess and resulted in an awful start to their friendship.

    It was interested to hear that the exuberant demon was actually quite upset over his actions. Plus the realization that Ozorith was studying her for his own reasons had only made things more tense, Agatha clearly disliking the other demon. Her words were harsh and to the point, a rush of anger roaring through her veins for the briefest of seconds. It was easily felt, his empathic senses picking up on it. Truthfully, it was kind of thrilling to see the gentle woman get a little upset, a break from her normal calm, soft nature. But he swallowed the obvious arousal over her viciousness so as to listen to her further, as she explained that Serilda had found a place in his heart. She classified him as a sweetheart, a word not usually attached to a demon but even the prince couldn’t deny that he seemed far more caring than even most humans. He wasn’t accustomed to causing pain and wasn’t sure how to handle hurting Serilda, even accidentally. Luckily the Field Marshal had gone out of her way to look past the event and give him a second chance. It had struck a chord within both Agatha and Ruzatz and because of it, the friendship had somehow become even stronger.

    He moved onto the Lusty Titans, a bit curious about their professional side in comparison to their more… unorthodox mannerisms. She explained that they sought information of any kind from all across the continent, training their agents to work efficiently. But, unfortunately, she explained that they wouldn’t have been able to help him. While they were aware of his father’s presence, they weren’t aware of who he truly was. He was operating under his middle name, Ignatio, and they didn’t learn the truth until they had encountered Serilda the second time and gotten confirmation of Gren’s identity. And even then, they knew enough about the former Knight that they wouldn’t have been able to provide information. A painful truth but a truth that he could accept -- Gren was working with them and that effectively made him an ally. Revealing his whereabouts or his personage could have put him in danger.

    But, as Agatha pointed out, he’d discovered his own source for getting information in Mercury. There was no denying the Silver Wolf mage’s ability to glen info and data in a swift and accurate manner and apparently it had caught the Lusty Titan’s member’s eyes. They had put forth an offer to her to join them and she had yet to accept it. No doubt it was to protect the secret of her origin and nature and whatever other secrets she was still holding onto. Vandrad nodded. "Perhaps in time. But I think for now she is comfortable where she is at.” He simply commented on the idea but didn’t provide any additional details that may have started a crumb trail.

    Then it was his turn, as Agatha turned the questions on him. She stated that she only really knew that he was a noble from Bellum, having joined the army and that he was Gren’s son. Of course there was also the fact that Mercury loved to use him as her personal punching bag. She wanted to know more about him, details that most people weren’t assertive or bold enough to ask him. Probably because he usually gave an aura of not wanting attention at all. "Yes, she quite enjoys trying to rile me up. It apparently gives her great pleasure to annoy me,” Vandrad stated simply about his Silver Wolf partner. "My free time is usually spent training; I aim to improve my magical ability along with my physical one. When I’m not doing that, I am improving on my engineering ability. Mercury sparked an interest in me to do more than just build up my body and, as such, I’ve been teaching myself how to work on software and hardware. She advises me when she sees fit and I, in turn, teach her how to play piano. My family is made up of men and women who love to party, have sex with numerous amounts of people and play politics, as I imagine your husband and wife are learning about right now,” he said with a snort-chuckle. "Goals… well, I don’t have any at the moment. For a long time, the only thing I had in my mind was trying to find Gren and meet him or to at least confirm he was dead. Now that I accomplished that, I don’t really have any kind of aspiration.”

    That wasn’t entirely true. His recent heart-to-heart with his mother had revealed just how deeply he cared about Mercury, the prince finally admitting his feelings out loud. A small part of him hoped to one day win her over and find that she had the same feelings for him. But that was a pipedream as far as he was concerned and, as such, didn’t speak of it. "I am not like my family but I’m learning to… appreciate it. I grew up in an environment where multiple lovers are taken at the same time and it’s accepted and even encouraged. I always used to push them away, thinking their ways were wrong or revolting. But I personally feel I was just trying to hang onto negative feelings, relishing in the anger that always seemed to be brewing down inside. I never gave my family much of a chance… and it was wrong of me to do that. So I guess my aspiration is to repair the relationship with them, become closer than I was before.” He smiled softly at the thought. "So I guess it’s my turn to throw the questions back to you. All I really know about you is that you’re married to both Ruzatz and Monica, you are a leader among the Lusty Titan guild and you’re exceptionally beautiful.” Somehow that last part just came out, escaping the mental guards that prevented such slip ups. Immediately his cheeks flushed slightly and he shook his head. "Er, I mean, tell me how you and Ruzatz met. I imagine that’s quite the story.”

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    “I’ll bet it does,” Agatha replied, a small smirk on her face as her petite nose scrunched with mischief over the comment of Mercury getting great pleasure out of annoying Vandrad. It was the first true implication of sexual awareness that she had made toward him thus far, teasing him only a little over the obvious nature of his relationship with the Silver Wolf mage. But, it was the only thing she said before listening raptly to his answer to her inquiry. He admitted that primarily he spent his time training, which was no surprise given his bulk. Like father like son, she reasoned fondly, happy to see that they had such a large part of their passions in common. But, he had other pastimes too. Apparently, his exposure to Mercury had opened his interests to the technological world. Now, the lavender haired beauty spent time guiding him in the education of engineering, while he returned the efforts in teaching her how to play the piano.

    Outside of that, he mentioned that he hailed from a long line of people that that loved sex and partying, the current setting being more than enough evidence of that. They also enjoyed the political world. These were all things he was sure that Ruzatz and Monica were currently discovering for themselves, and Agatha giggled a little alongside his snort. “Oh yes, I am quite sure they are. The entire group over there is just a delightful little bubble of steadily building arousal right now, even more so than the rest of the room is. I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to locate either of my spouses before the morning.” Continuing in the line of firsts between them, Agatha casually revealed her own empathic abilities without it really seeming to be a very big thing to reveal, almost like she was used to others simply knowing that about her, or at least guesstimating it. Still, it might be a pretty big thing to a man who had been attempting to quell his arousal and flickers of other emotions around her to know that she could absolutely sense each one. And yet, to her credit, she had never once tipped her hand or made any indication that she had noticed anything, even his moment of heightened interest in her during her brief spell of anger.

    He went on to address the matter of his personal goals, admitting that he didn’t really have any anymore. The only one he’d had for some time was finding Gren or confirming his deceased status, and now that he had done so the prince was at a bit of a loss as to where to proceed from there. After giving it a small think, he talked a little about his family and how he wasn’t much like them at all, but that he was learning to at least appreciate them. He had grown up in this self same environment of open lust, but had always rejected and distanced himself from it, finding the practices disgusting and honorless. However, age and experience had fostered self growth, and these days he was able to look back upon his younger years to understand that he had simply been hellbent on grasping to negativity and to the anger that resonated in his core. Because of that, he’d never really turned his focus outside of himself to give his family much of a fighting chance for room inside of his heart. Now, he could see how wrong that was, and as such he seemed to think his next goal was to repair the relationships with his relatives and give them the love and respect they deserved from him.

    His own soft smile brought a similar one to Agatha’s face. She reached over and took his hand in hers, gently caressing the flesh on his palm in a soothing and encouraging fashion as though it was a common form of physical interaction that the two of them had already done several times a day. “That’s so good, though. I’m happy to hear it. There are so few things as precious as family, and it always breaks my heart when I see relatives that are at odds with one another, that can’t find a way to treat each other with love and respect. It doesn’t seem to me like you necessarily resented or hated them, but… there is still a difference between tolerating one’s family, and truly having a relationship and strong rapport with them. I’m glad for you, and I hope the change is something you find fulfilling.”

    Unless he moved to pull away, she would continue to stroke his hand softly with her nails as he inquired more about her, stating his only knowledge pertained to her marital status, her guild, and her beauty. That last part seemed to have slipped out without the prince meaning it to, a slight shade of pink rising to his cheeks as he shook his head and stammered out a slight change topic, asking about her story with Ruzatz. And surprisingly, she blushed a little too at the compliment, showcasing that even a woman as remarkably sexual as herself, who surely had people hitting on her right and left everywhere she went, was still capable of true humility and appreciation of comments regarding her looks. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you to say,” was her gentle response, electing for once not to overlook the slip up but instead to address it with reassurance that he didn’t need to feel awkward or ashamed in being honest with his thoughts.

    Then, she moved right along to answer without lingering on the matter. “Ruzatz and I certainly do have quite a tale. If you had told me a few years back that I would wind up married to one of the seven strongest demons in the universe and his chosen slayer, acting as his Hand and vassal, I probably would have had a lot of questions.” Agatha chuckled a little, shaking her head. “I actually met him through Monica, funny enough. She and I had ran into one another at a tavern where I was working at the time, and hit it off immediately. She was with someone else that night, so we didn’t get to really know one another for a while, but she wasted no time once she was free in tracking me down. We became close friends very quickly, and it didn’t take very long at all for her to admit that she was a slayer, her powers having been bestowed upon her by a demon of lust known as Ruzatz.”

    “At the time, I was doing a lot more travel than I do now. I mean, I still travel a great deal, but I didn’t have a static place of business. I was a minstrel and a bard, wandering Earthland with the desire to see and learn as much as I could, plying my trades in music and entertainment in exchange for temporary housing and basic provisions before I’d move on to my next destination. I already lived a very promiscuous lifestyle. Life on the road can get lonely, and I learned to appreciate the beauty and worth of the people I met along the way, and was blessed enough be able to connect with many of them in small ways that assured I was never truly without companionship, whether emotionally or physically. Monica knew that as soon as Ruzatz and I met we would mix like chocolate and peanut butter, and she wasn’t quite ready to share me yet, so amusingly enough she actually went out of her way to not introduce us for quite some time, despite both of our inquiries.”

    Agatha grinned a little there, an innocent appreciation for a time long since passed. “So, Ruzatz eventually took it upon himself to find me personally. While I won’t say there was anything as silly as love at first sight, it was definitely a very passionate meeting… though perhaps not quite in the way you’d expect between a demon associated with lust and a woman that had little qualms about sleeping with near strangers. I mean, that certainly happened, too, but not right away. We were surprisingly far more invested on getting to know one another on an emotional level. At the time, he was…” Her voiced trailed off for a moment, a light wave of sadness rippling gently within her, a mirror to the sobered and soft smile on her face. “Well, he wasn’t anything like he is now. He wasn’t very happy or satisfied with his life, mostly just going through the motions and acting in the manner that was expected of him as one of the seven demon kings of hell. He was still kind, of course. His association with lust and passion naturally meant that he wasn’t predisposed to be as heartless or violent as demons are often presumed to be, but he was… stoic. Reserved…”

    She searched aloud for the right word before finding it. “Numb. He was… numb. He felt like being a demon, and the lord over an entire realm of other demons, meant that he needed to live in a way that didn’t truly match what he felt in his heart. Like he didn’t have the luxury of having a heart, and true emotions. After we met and started getting closer, he began to question all that. And in turn, I started questioning some of my own insecurities.” Agatha paused again, her mind reflecting on a memory that was still tender for her, the redhead flitting gently with a mixture of sorrow, bittersweetness, and perhaps a bit of what one could consider regret.

    “I… actually was a bit scared of commitment, at the time. My childhood sweetheart killed himself after I made the decision to travel rather than make roots where we had been raised, and after that I was terrified of letting anyone in too closely. I wasn’t ready to be in any sort of exclusive relationship, and was intent on maintaining a free, unattached lifestyle that allowed me to connect with others without being held to any expectations. And that was when I met Ramuh. Ramuh is one of the ten Divines; the god of Faith. He took an interest in me immediately for… well, a number of reasons, but what originally caught his attention was that I was able to sense his presence, despite being a mortal. I had never met a god before, and was fascinated by him and humbled by his attention. At first, his visits were only occasional, but… as he spent more time with me, he began to show up more frequently. And that was fine with me. I greatly enjoyed his company.”

    “He was… greatly displeased when I met Ruzatz. The two were already enemies, naturally, but… Ramuh had fallen in love with me, and viewed Ruzatz as competition. He became possessive, constantly acting with aggression toward Ruzatz without provocation, and trying to treat me as though I belonged to him, despite the fact that he knew I didn’t want any commitments. I did everything I could to try to be patient with Ramuh, hoping that I could get him to see reason and to understand that I was my own woman, that trying to control me and pick fights with my friends wasn’t something that was going to endear him to me.” She shook her head sadly. “Eventually, I had to sever ties with him. It was one of the hardest things I’d ever done, and it still hurts, but there’s nothing else I could have done. He had become obsessed, so consumed by his feelings for me that he no longer treated me with the respect and understanding he once did. I still see him from time to time -- it’s impossible to avoid him completely when the world of gods and demons overlaps in so many places. I know he still loves me, and I never stopped caring for him, but.. I still keep him at a distance, for his sake as much as my own.”

    “And Ruzatz, well.. He was patient with me. He never once resented my desire for freedom and travel, and actively encouraged and fostered it in any way that he could. He loved every part of who I was, despite my being a mortal, and he waited patiently for me to realize I felt the same way, for me to understand that a commitment with him wouldn’t hinder me from living the kind of life that I had grown to love. Admittedly, it took me a while. He had designated me as his Hand long before I accepted that I was in love with him, but… it worked out eventually, and I’ve never felt so alive, so completed. I just needed time to realize that I didn’t have to be afraid of what I truly wanted, that my fear of one day losing someone I loved shouldn’t stop me from loving them while I had the time, that I could have that kind of long, lasting relationship without having to sacrifice everything that made me… me.”

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    Could she… sense the sexual tension over by the original group?

    Agatha had remarked in such a way that it seemed she could. She had said it so casually that he could hardly believe it but in spite of that, she still seemed to pinpoint the center of the group among the numerous other people moving about them. It was something that Vandrad had been actively doing as well so he knew exactly what she was talking about, a sign that she was sensing the same thing as him. That also meant that she had some level of empathic abilities which, in turn, meant that every little fluttering feeling he felt was on display for her too. He knew other people were empaths but he’d yet to meet another one, at least as far as he’d been made aware. Now he felt even more self conscious about the small little feelings that he’d been experiencing, a sudden desire to block off any stray emotions that could fluster up moving forward. That was only heightened as, impressed by his words and commitment, Agatha reached out to take his hand in hers, rubbing it gently and almost lovingly. His eyes widened a tad but remarkably, he did not wrench himself away. No, something about Agatha herself was soothing and comforting and her hand in his provided an extra layer of relief and confidence. It was unlike when he went out of his way to hold Mercury’s hand but it was in the same vein, less romantic and more… caring.

    Of course, in the midst of his talking about his goals and eventually turning his attention to Agatha’s story, he inadvertently commented on her beauty, a remark that got a blush out of both of him and her. He did his best to circle around the observation but she was already thanking him for it, clearly deciding to not let the moment go. He mentally scolded himself for his ineptitude to keep himself in check, shaking the moment away even as Agatha started to open up about what seemed to be a lengthy tale. She amusingly looked back to before it all began, surprised at all the places she held in life in comparison to where she had been years prior. Agatha had met Monica first at a tavern, having made a solid connection at first but unable to meet up until later. Apparently they became quick friends and the tattooed woman came out and admitted what she was and who had granted them, Ruzatz apparently. Back then, Agatha was more of a wanderer -- going about the world on her own sense of exploration and adventure. She was never lonely, capable of finding company wherever she lay her head and making connections at every place she worked and traversed, though that was hardly a surprise. Apparently Monica had already assumed that Agatha and Ruzatz would have chemistry right off the bat and in a bit of greedy desire, did her best to prevent them from interacting.

    It hadn’t worked, as Ruzatz went out of his way to find Agatha and introduce himself. The attraction was instant, though Agatha explained it wasn’t some fairytail meeting of love at first sight but rather one of great interest and curiosity. They wanted to learn about one another beyond flesh and blood, on a spiritual level. It seemed the bumbling, frantic demon that was off charming everyone yards away was nothing like he was in the past. Agatha tried to find a way to describe it but even Vandrad had a feeling he knew what she was trying to get at. Vandrad understood the feeling well; an emptiness that seems like an endless void. It sucks in all hopes of feeling or growth, feeding off positivity and recycling nothing in return. Ruzatz had been in a place of power and influence but there was something missing in his life, a piece of the puzzle that had remained unchecked and unmatched. In a way, he most likely had given up on ever feeling complete. Drawing comparisons between himself and the demonic buffon was not a pleasant experience but a true one nonetheless. And the memory was a bittersweet one for the redhead, her emotions dancing about in the realm of sorrow.

    He’d find out the reason why quickly. Apparently in her younger years, Agatha had been scared of being committed to someone. She’d had a lover that had killed himself when she left her home and it had left a scar on her soul, preventing her from getting too close to anyone for fear of what could happen. She simply wanted to roam and explore and in the midst of that, she met one of the Divines, a god by the name of Ramuh. The name struck a familiar feeling in Vandrad but only mildly -- he was sure he’d heard it, perhaps when Mercury was telling him of everything she had found. His eye fell upon Agatha, curiosity piqued and interest sparked as she was able to sense him fully. They crafted a bond that was rare but became more frequent as Ramuh visited her more often. It was fine for a time but eventually things soured, after Ramuh learned that Agatha had met Ruzatz as well. As god and demon, they were enemies but it was more personal, as the god had fallen in love with the mortal woman and wanted her all to his own. His possessive, controlling nature came to the forebear as he sought to sever the ties between Agatha and Ruzatz, despite the former still not desiring any kind of official commitment. Agatha did her best to taper the worst of it, trying to explain about her freedom and his actions but it came to a head. Eventually Agatha had to part ways with him, unwilling to feed a relationship that had become toxic and dangerously possessive. They still saw one another, which was understandable considering the realm they both occupied, and he still seemed to love her but there was simply no chance of repairing the damage, for both of their sakes.

    The topic focused back onto Ruzatz, who had apparently proved to be the perfect match for her. The demon gave Agatha freedom to what she wanted, even encouraging and supporting her desires. There wasn’t a single part of her that he didn’t love, cherish and respect and it was because of that that he had no issue letting Agatha be herself. Eventually she came around on her feelings, understanding that committing to Ruzatz wasn’t a way of locking her down but rather opening up her journey to a partnership. He’d already entrusted her to be his Hand, a lofty title that seemed to hold some weight. And when she had finally accepted her feelings, it had filled her with happiness that she hadn’t felt before. She simply needed time and support to realize that she could overcome her fears and give herself to love, however brief or long-lasting that it was, and still manage to keep herself true to her core values.

    It was a pretty little story, one that was rife with life lessons -- ones that Vandrad would usually brush aside, finding no familiarity in them. But, as if the fates had been watching him, it was a tale that resonated quite fresh to him, alarmingly so. He studied her gaze for a long moment as she continued to glow in the ending of her story, a true satisfaction emanating off of her that gave her story honest weight. His own eyes darted away for a moment before finally, he managed a small smirk, which may have been surprising considering his normal facade. "How interesting,” he said simply as he gave a small shake of his head. "The truth is, I never sought such a path in life. My aim wasn’t as benevolent as yours but I, too, saw no gain in settling down. I viewed it as an anchor; a chain meant to keep me from evolving and growing. That belief bled into my personality and made it harder for people to get close to me, a fact I enjoyed. But unfortunately, my steadfast nature could only last so long before someone came along, immune to my mannerisms. After that, the flood gates swung open.” He danced around the admission well enough but for someone like Agatha, it would be as plain as day. Though he didn’t show it in soft, poetic words or flushed thoughts from the heart, it would be painfully evident that Vandrad did, in fact, know what it was like to be in love. And considering his gaze had turned in the direction of the group they had departed, seemingly seeing Mercury without truly viewing her, it would be easy to distinguish exactly who he was talking about. "I, too, now see that one does not need to sacrifice who they are to find someone worth living a life with. That such a person is someone you will accept and appreciate, faults and all.” He snorted softly in amusement. "Truly an insufferable realization but one I can’t deny.” Vandrad turned his gaze back to Agatha. "I once thought that Ruzatz was the lucky one, having managed to win over such a beauteous woman such as yourself. But now I see that it was the both of you that brought out the best in each other, despite your trials. I envy you both.”

    It was a humble moment between the two of them, something Vandrad was not used to experiencing, even with people he knew well enough. But strange as it was, it felt good to speak it out loud to someone who understood and wouldn’t coddle him over it. And in fact, it seemed to temporarily cure his school-boy appreciation of the woman, seeing beyond the idolization and to the woman beneath. "If you don’t mind my asking,” he said, seeming to change gears once more. "These Divines, these Sins… How much do you know about them? I didn’t even know the name Faera before our first meeting and now I am up to my eyes in differing gods and demons. Ramuh, Ozorith, Ruzatz -- they’ve all managed to stay out of the limelight for quite some time, impressively so. But I would like to know more for my own sake, if you don’t mind sharing.”







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