[IC] Heartless Souls: JID. Castle Dour Thread

[Aurorix]

Regent, Van Arlo, Iidrra Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth, approx. 9:05 AM

Van couldn't help but bare a smirk as the Illithid gave the Draco a good shout. Though any sighs of that was hidden behind his helmet. He didn't speak after the Iidrra released them nor after his first question. He knew what the consequences of his actions were and as long as he didn't back talk there was no real danger. Well I guess the only thing that would be in danger is his wallet. Rather then flopping on the floor like an idiot, Van caught himself with a gust then once safely on his feet he ceased. [Reaper's Flight: Off] He didn't look back at the blue lizard. He needed to check back with his father before Benediction. Besides, he'd probably be seeing more of this beast after so why rush it. Either way he just continued to walk off towards the bar.

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

"Aye, it is. It's why I'm surprised that it's been vacant so long. I didn't know it was such a reclusive and neglected place. However I do suppose once only I had used it. It was my place to practice sword and have those that would not bother me. It was always far removed enough that I could get away but not to removed I couldn't be found. I'm surprised to find it a home, rather than a training ground like before. I wonder if the old bamboo training stalks and my dummy are still down here? Did you ever find them? I could probably do a small demonstration I suppose. I've got the time." his hand was still resting on his blade, however his hard chitinous fingers were now clicking on the metal of the pommel. His fingers moved with excitement. He clearly was itching to use that sword of his. It was also clear to Aurora that he wasn't jsut carrying one sword now. He had 3. The Katana was in an easy to reach location, however she noticed two more swords attached to his back. It was impossible to tell exactly what they were due to the scabbards and their positioning... but one was much larger than the other probably a two hander of some sort. The Lord of Blades lived up to his self-prescribed title at least, he really did have a lot of blades on him.

Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth. Nearing Afternoon.

"Hmmm, well most Vampires at least... like me and Heinrich, can eat food for pleasure, the taste so to speak. The functions of our bodies still work as if they were alive. So, we of course want to we can utilize it. However, it doesn't sustain us. At least not nearly as much as a living human. Also, I'm not very much like other vampires. The way I get power from blood... is quite.... different. It's not a very pleasant thing so I prefer to stave it off with other methods as long as possible. However there's are times it's necessary. I do however reckon that like me you should be able partake in the meal as well. After all your one of my own, part of me is within you after all. So I'd imagine it would work for you such as myself." she said putting her finger to her lips. She wasn't sure why Lotus was asking so many questions though she was rather enjoying the conversation. It wasn't often someone would stick around long enough to actually converse with her. Many wanted to be around her as little as possible. After all, it came with the reputation. It was nice to have just a regular conversation... well as regular as one could have with a servant.

Regent, Van Arlo, Iidrra Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth, approx. 9:05 AM

The Illithid's stinger popped in and out of his mouth rapidly. It looked like some sort of nervous tick... or the sign of quite possibly... an anxiety attack. Either way he looked positively mad. Fury was latent in his transmission. "Draaaagon... I care not... about your size. Be in my Office or there will be CONSEQUENCES!!! I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE TO REMOVE THE BOTTOM HALF OF YOUR BODY TO FIT IN THERE YOU BETTER BE THERE!!!"

It was really all the proof one needed to know that dealing with Iidrra... was not a pleasant experience. Unlike a lot of other rumours most about his anger were not too exaggerated. Making him angry was the last thing you wanted to do. It was this that more or less broke the idea that he was the Spymaster. His huge anger problems made him much too conspicuous. He constantly flew off the handle. However it was usually for things that to him, were offenses. Damaging the castle was the highest of offenses in his mind. Therefore, Regent wasn't in his good graces right now. Being on Iidrra's bad side... was nearly a death sentence. He had better find someway to get there... or Iidrra would remember this. He'd remember it well.

[Sutoratosu]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

"I think I've seen something like them around. Hold on..." Aurora said, trailing off as she moved to one of the stacks in the darkness and began to search. There had been a few things tucked into the alcove where he quarters were, if she recalled it right; strange standing sticks with thick leather wrapped around their lengths and a strange mannequin of the same material that vaguely resembled the basic shape of a human torso with it's arms held to the side. Back then she hadn't even the slightest inkling what they were... so she had simply tossed them to the side and forgotten about the matter.

"Ah, here..." before long, she emerged again with one of the Bamboo training stalks in hand. Despite it's obvious age and the many tears and dust lining the ancient and long since parched and cracked leather padding it's surface, the thing had held up remarkably well, for being neglected and forgotten about for Mother knows how long. It didn't take much time for her to produce a few more like it from the same place, setting them down one by one. The Dummy came soon after, though time had not been as kind to it's form as it had the stalks. The leather padding hung off its person in several places, as if it were a leper shedding flesh in chunks and rotting to the very bone, exposing the bamboo core that held it all together. Despite it's degradation though, It too was still mostly intact and usable.

"That's all of them that I can find, my lord." Aurora said, taking a few steps back from the equipment- for her though a few mere steps easily equalled the same distance that would've taken a few strides for most beings.

It probably wouldn't be a good idea to be in the way when the old General started slicing, as eager as he looked...

[Felicity]

Arcene midday Day 1, YoR

Arcene let out a feline yawn as he followed his newest friend. He had awoken not even 20 minutes ago and through sheer luck had spotted the elemental that his latest client wanted annoyed. Walking ahead was a water elemental that had quite literally rained on his clients parade, a fire elemental who had been celebrating his birthday. It was common for Arcene to be pulled into these petty conflicts and Arcene was fine with that. It was quickly established when they were trapped in this dreadfully dark place that he wouldn't be up to much. It's hard to mess with immortals who got wise to every trick in the book a decade before you were born. It's harder to get away alive.

As he walked, constantly switching his appearance with the bystanders around, he kept an eye out for Times, the single largest pain in Arcene's arse within this castle. Sure, he was only following the elemental and sure, he was impossible to recognise but even so. Paranoia was healthy and right now he didn't know how long he'd be following this water elemental. For now he had to nail down the elementals routine, figure out when he could cause mischief, make his day just a little worse. So he took some quick mental notes with every turn, trying to figure out where he was headed.

[Chevaleresse]

Regent, Van Arlo, Iidrra Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth, approx. 9:05 AM

"...As you request, hunter of thought. I will find a path." With that, he turned about in the hall, electing to find a route to the library that didn't involve walking toward the unhinged illithid. The general squeezing and awkward motion involved in turning around also gave a convenient excuse to send an "accidental" tail swipe in the direction of the skeleton, who seemed to be amused by the situation without realizing that he was, in fact, also involved in the incident.

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth. Nearing Afternoon.

"I... Don't think I've ever eaten 'real' food. Not that I can remember anyways." She tapped her fingers as she tried her best to remember. Nothing came up so she instead thought of what it could taste like. Blood never really had a taste, she simply absorbed it. But it made her feel very good. Would food also make her feel like that? Now Lotus was getting curious, and wanted to try this food. But, only if she had permission. "Your grace, do you think I'll get to try some of this food at the meal? I don't know if it would be appropriate for a servant to eat with all of the lords of the castle." Lotus was starting to feel a bit scared, or was it nervous? The Countess had been allowing her all of these wonderful things. The last thing she wanted was to take a step in the wrong direction and abuse her kindness. Or worse... Disrespect the Countess.

But there was still so much more she wanted to learn! So much more she could know. "Your grace, who usually comes to these meals? You've spoken about Father Babble. Who else is invited?" Lotus didn't actually know, or care, much about the politics of the castle. After all, you don't need to know who rules the castle to make clothing. For all she cared, it could be Lord Heinrich and Lady Sybil ruling the castle but she knew that wasn't quite true. She lingered on the thought though, what would it be like if Lady Sybil sat on the throne room of Castle Dour? Lotus would she could do a fantastic job. In fact, the Contiello could probably bring the castle back to it's full glory. She believed this whole heartedly. She would ask the Countess, but it would be a very dangerous thing to ask. Maybe one day Lotus would get the chance to help the two climb to the throne room. It would be the least she could do to repay for their kindness up until now.

[Aurorix]

Regent, Van Arlo, Iidrra Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth, approx. 9:05 AM

Van noticed the Draco turning it's tail towards him, while he could've gotten out of the way it wasn't worth it. So he just let it hit him, knocking him down and causing his armor to make a clang as he fell onto the floor. He never got why this blue lizard was so intent on proving himself but maybe if he just let him have some spot light it'd shut him up and get him out of his hair. Well, if he had any. Once Van picked himself back up he proceeded back on his walk towards the bar, ignoring the Dragon actions to avoid causing more conflict. He'd rather not dig himself a bigger hole for something as minuscule as pride and he knows whatever pride he had left he lost after the gates closed. Besides, if the lizard wants Iidrra to be more mad then he is free to do so without him.

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

Cyllis smirked happily seeing the old dummies and practice targets from his youth's practice. They were of course... worn with time. However he took great pride in preserving them so they would last for anyone to use. While these old training grounds seem to fall into abandon... to a state of unuse, he was at least glad it was now a home to someone. It had some purpose. Though steel no longer filled it's space with the sounds of toil, practice, and the hard work of a warrior... it now held the purpose of being one's personal bastion. This made him smile. Something that was very unknown for the Lord of Blades. He was not a man who smiled with no purpose. But his withered lips crinkled at their sides. The weathered crags, belonging to a warrior who had seen way too much battle to smile without reason anymore, turned up.

"Now... Miss Aurora. Watch closely. If you don't keep you're eyes peeled, you'll see nothing." he spoke the truth. The God Slash... was one of his fastest sword techniques. It was one of the fasted ever developed. It could kill a bad warrior within a flash of the blade, them losing their head before they knew it even happened. Though, any warrior worth their salt would perceive it, they'd still find it nearly impossible to entirely mitigate the blow without losing something significant. It was a simple technique, but simple never meant easy. It was something easily grasped, but not easily done. Something so simple but deadly. It was why it was his favourite technique. His magnum opus. He was more proud of this technique than anything else in his life. If he was to be remembered for anything, he hoped it this. That this be the thing Swordsmasters put into the lexicon of the Blade forever. That it shape swordsmen's styles for the rest of time.

Now, he quickly got to work. Aurora if she was looking closely probably still saw almost nothing happen other than a sudden flash of light. In one quick stroke, suddenly his katana, Old Man Summer, was behind him with a paper thin slice of each of the bamboo pillars resting on the edge of the blade. They sat there, looking nearly undisturbed. Behind it, a small trail of flame that danced beautifully into smoke. However, despite the presence of the flame... there was not a scorch mark on anything the blade had touched. The thin slices that rest atop his blade showed no marks of burning. Truly, a masterful strike. One that was nearly beyond comprehension to one who was not a master of blades. Clearly it was physically possible, but how had he achieved it? "Aye, the soul of my blade. The gentle kiss of death. Old Man Summer ends the pain it is to live in this world, this hell. He burns away the pain of the dark with the flames of redemption. Within death one finds the end to the struggle of life. Unlike the cold check of Old Man Winter, Old Man Summer tells the tale of death's respite, the comfort in knowing your days of pain are now over. The vibrant struggle of a life, one final flash of brilliance. It is that which I have created. The technique to end all techniques. Art in the form of Sword Strike. The stroke of a paintbrush, rather than an instrument of death. A Swordsman merely is an artist, that fights, that destroys rather than create." {Use: Boast of the Century. Desired Emotion: Awe.}

[Hiss13]

Isolda Grace. Time: 1st day of the Year of Rebirth. Afternoon 1:32 PM

There was always an unsettling ambiance emitted by a girl who looks to be only twelve drinking wine. The sight of a girl who looked that young drinking any form of alcohol would be off-putting to most who saw it. Whenever she wandered from place to place before coming to the Castle, Isolda could recall frequent instances of being unable to drink anything due to the fact that she was twelve. Humans were never too willing to provide a twelve-year old girl with alcohol, after all. While it was expected for a fragile and short-lived species as humans, she could not help but be annoyed with that fact.

After all, consumption of alcohol of any kind did not affect an undead the same way it did humans. She could not develop the cirrhosis of liver that humans would if they over consumed it or even consumed it at a young age. After all, her body was stagnant. Unaging. It stood at the boundary of the living and the dead.

There was a certain level of emptiness one could feel while standing at that boundary and not even alcohol could dull that sensation. Nevertheless, she still continued to slowly drink the wine that was in her glass. After all, the bar was going nowhere and she had years to contemplate her life.

[rustytengo]

The 12^th Brute 1st of the Year of Rebirth, Noon

“Baa howsh could yoush.” The tipsy voice of Gargan said as he looked at the board in-between him and The 12^th. “I…knowsh yoooour game pl..an.” He continued

The 12^th just smiled normally Gargan and he would have ended in a stalemate, but there was a different factor in play here other then skill. With a laugh in his voice The 12^th spoke “Well if someone didn’t enjoy wine like you did then maybe you would of won.” The 12^th gestured to the three empty bottles of wine next to the table.

“Well…yoush shouldn’t have let shem drink as much, butsh you won sooooos herres yoursh prize.” Gargan slurred as he placed the purse of gold on the table. It wasn’t much given that money didn’t flow through a closed castle to much. “Nowsh if youdon’t mind I’ma goooing to sleepsh” Gragan continued as he stumbled from his seat and headed out the door. “Keepsh in mind 12 that I will p…..ay you back next time.” He said as his form stumbled out of the room.

A few moments pasted as The 12^th watch Gargan leave before he stood up. Alcohol didn’t effect him that much given his size, though compared to Gargan he still barely drank that much. Looking over the bottles and back to his rack “Well its look like I will need to restock today after all.” He mumbled to himself as he picked the bottles up and put them up on the shelf. He grabbed a small bag and left the room passing Gargan who was slumped against a wall sleeping.

After about ten or so minutes he made it to the wine cellar. Entering he didn’t see anyone at this time so he started looking for the some bottles of wine. This was quite difficult since most of the bottles where tiny in his hands and where on ranks that made it hard for his hands to grab, or they where at the way bottom so he had to lay on the ground just to grab them (a funny site to anyone who may have seen it). Anyone could hear him grumbling to himself if they passed by as he searched the cellar for wine.

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

{{ You, Yes you, the one staring at the computer screen feel a strange presence. As if suddenly... something sprang to life in your midst. a faint pop of energy, one that felt warm and lively came through the screen of your computer. It sounded like an audio device being plugged in, in fact within you headphones you distinctly here that noise of something jacking into the audio. Suddenly in your ear you hear the voice of a woman. It feels warm and friendly but it certainly is confusing and strange. "Hello "players", I think it's about time I introduced myself to you. I've not made an appearance yet as to not alarm you. However, Now Is the time I think it is a good opportunity to show myself." She gave pause for a moment. Probably trying to find the words to describe what she needed to say, or... possibly steeling her nerves. "I am Ivna. I neither exist within your world or the one within this story. Now... you may think this world is not real, however you are writing it's very history. I serve as the link between it and this place you call Earth. Now... I don't wish to overwhelm you with knowledge so that is all I can explain to one such as yourself. A lot of this wouldn't make sense to one like you. But, know that the words you type have profound effect. You view the very history of an old world A small part of it's long time line. You manipulate the very events within it with devices. In my world we call them "Catalysts". However I believe they are called "Computers" or "Smart Phones" in your world. Either way, the device you hold in your hand has the power to shape reality. However, only a reality you know nothing about. This... this is where I come in. I am your guide to the universe. I know mostly everything there is too know about this world you know partake in. However, it's history is long lost in places and the emotions of its denizens cloud my vision at times. So it's you who will finely chisel those details back into their history. I'm am merely your guide. If there is a part of the world you do not understand or, you want more information into what a being means with tier words or how they feel you may ask me about it. I will tell you to the best of my ability. However, remember that these things are very much unknown to the one you are controlling. If they were to get information from you that they shouldn't have... things could be disastrous. Please keep this in mind and be responsible with what information traverses the gap between you and the Being you control. You are to be their guardian angel, but to remain impartial and not interfere with the flow of events. Remember this."

"Now, to converse with me and to ask me things please note them with braces around the edges. It's the notation that will allow the information to cross from your world to mine. It's a strange contrivance... I know, but be glad I can converse with you at all." she giggled. A laugh that sounded, unearthly. "Now... "Player" remember I'm always here to guide you. You need only summon me." the energy now winked out of existence. It left a strange buzzing sensation in both of your ears. The feeling that something was gone but... you couldn't put your finger on what. }}

Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth. Nearing Afternoon.

"It'd be rude to eat in front of those we called servants without allowing them! That would simply be deplorable practice. After all we invited them as guests. What sort of host would deny a guest food? Obviously not a good one." She said a bit shocked at the question. It would truly be a travesty if they did that. It would be the utmost pinnacle of rudeness. It made her stomach turn thinking about it. it left a bad taste in her mouth the very thought of such a thing. Though this feeling quickly passed as another question came her way. A much more pleasant one to answer for Lotus.

"Well, Father Babble of course. Lord Cyllis would also attend being the general. Iidrra also... I really wish they'd not but we have to deal with the vitriolic librarian, but his job has always be vitally important to the Castle. After all he preserves the knowledge that those that came before worked hard to bring to us. Their blood, sweat, and tears comprising it's pages. So, unfortunately we've to put up with his rotten temper. Luckily he remains quiet most of the evening. He usually brings his servant Lilith along, the Secretary for the Library. She's a lot more pleasant to deal with. Then there is the very mysterious Redeemer Riika. They say that they were once in life a great human warrior. However, they have nearly no memories to recall, not even down to gender... anything. They are a mysterious being one that controls the very magic that many monsters fear. Holy Power. As a result, they weren't trusted by many. However, Azegeor always affirmed that they were trustworthy. Oh, Azegeor will be there as well. He's the Court Magician. The Head of Magic within this castle. I cannot remember if there are any others off the top of my head other than my Husband though I get to bring him along as more of a trophy then him actually being important." she laughed loudly at this. After all, Lotus knew that he was the Treasurer for the Castle. He was in charge of finances. Funnily enough it was rather true that he was useless at current. His position didn't hold much weight while they were cut off from the world. Though, Sybil's position was nearly as pointless. After all, she was the ambassador. She held that position for nearly the entire time she was hear and handled public relations. Needless to say... this didn't go so swimmingly in the past as she was a fierce introduction to the castle. One that was difficult to get a good read, but even still she was effective and got the job done.

[Sutoratosu]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

Aurora was surprised to find herself... actually speechless for once. From the magnificent strike she had just witnessed to the precision and accuracy of the handling, to even the apparent creation of fire without any Arcane or Faith based means she could discern, She simply didn't know what to say, let alone how to phrase it. It was strange, this feeling she had.

Her ilk had long had stories and legends about certain warriors of their race; Arachni who either through their unmatched martial and faith prowess or their unbreakable will and courage had arisen to become Heroes, their names and deeds forever passed down throughout the generations and told to scions to give them something to aspire to, something to encourage them in their training, for those who proved strong enough to become warriors. She had heard of them all the time back when she was younger... but their effects had never been quite so profound as when she'd first heard it. That day when she was but a scion still to small to undergo the test of warriorhood, but her dam regaled with those tales anyway... this feeling she had now... it was so similar...

This... this was ironically the first time she had seen this type of skill and power, like that of a level her people had so often attributed to their folklore and their heroines.

True, what Lord Cyllus had just done might have been an admittedly simple technique on paper, but... it was no doubt a technique that, despite the relative simplicity, the end result and output was definitely far greater than the sum of it's parts. She found her hands moving on their own, at first thinking it to be some type of reflex, then quickly recognizing the near-metallic, reverberating call of one exoskeleton palm clapping against the other. Yet another alien practice, just like that embrace Slyvi had given her earlier. With a bit of effort she finally got it to stop.

"I-I don't know what to say, my lord" She said. "Truly though... it was amazing."

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

"Be happy you could see the magnum opus of a man on his last legs within this world. In the place it was born. In fire forged the heat of determination, in the wind a dance of solitude, and in the Earth an iron will." he said as he turned his sword. Each of the paper thin slices of bamboo fell to the ground as a light flamed lipped their edges and they swiftly turned to ash.

"If you remember anything, remember that simplicity is the greatest thing. We need not big words to describe our thoughts. We need not fancy language to express our emotion our thought. This is the same of the sword of anything. The most powerful thing is always the one that shows the message you want to send, the simplest, the clearest. A Truth in all things so rarely found by the man who thinks his intelligence, his ability to be excessive... is what makes him the better. It is that man, that person who quickly finds death knocking on their door. After all, a true battle between warriors is naught but an exchange of deadly blows. Getting fancy has no place, it only leaves you open to the swift simple strike. The one who does not overthink, over plan, over do will always stand victorious."

He scowled for a second, though it wasn't really clear what emotion it was. He then moved his sword back in front of him. He touched it to his forehead. He then touched it to the top of the dummy's head. "Tell me... what do you think is the most important thing in this world?"

Isolda Grace. Time: 1st day of the Year of Rebirth. Afternoon 1:32 PM

Isolda heard footsteps nearby as someone ended up sitting directly across from her. It just happened to be the Demoness from the Library, the secretary that she knew rather well. Her name, Lilith. The one person in the castle that got the pleasure and oh so wonderful job of being around Iidrra all day. "Ah, there you are Isolda. I wanted to apologize for Iidrra earlier. I'm not entirely sure what got him in such a mood. He said something about one of the Drakes smashing a hole in one of the castle walls. Either way... he wasn't too happy about that so he wasn't in such a good mood. You're our most regular face though so I felt bad about sending you out like that, but I'd rather you not have to deal with that clod while he's riled up. It's not a pleasant experience trust me."

Lilith blew some stray hairs out of her face as she sat there. She'd clearly been in a bit of a haste to get down here. For whatever reason wasn't readily apparent... other than her apology. Though... surely that could've waited until the next day? Either way she was here now. Her lavender hair shifted as she did. Isolda would also notice she was considerably well dressed all of a sudden as well, wearing a rather nice looking dress that she had not been previously. It was a dark shade of purple, almost like the night sky. It was interesting to say the least that she was now in something completely different from before. "I've also held the rest of those materials for you. Not... like they will be signed out anyway. We don't really get that many in library these days. It's really just you. Well, and that stick in the mud Cyllis, but not really anybody else. Not to mention I don't think he'd be interested in the materials your reading so... might as well be our only customer in regards to those materials."

[Sutoratosu]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

Her thoughts drifted to to all the memories she'd made during her wandering... to all the times she'd been told to stop toying with prey since there were mouths to feed and time being wasted that could be better spent getting more food... to the emptiness she'd felt when the world was covered in the snow that did not freeze and was not cold... even to the cocoon of silk lying in the back of the chamber... and the girl and the squid man...her new clan... new kin...who she knew would be gone someday too... just like her old one...

"Loyalty." The single, solemnly spoken word came almost unbidden to her tongue. But it was true... true for any Arachni. But for her it was probably more true than for any other. "Loyalty, faith, fidelity, allegiance, bonds... whatever alternate name others might call it doesn't matter. It's really all I've ever managed to keep hold of or at least find again in the end...even after I've seen everything and everyone else disappear and slip away. So I guess that loyalty would have to be my answer."

[Hiss13]

Isolda Grace, Lilith. Time: 1st day of the Year of Rebirth. Afternoon 1:32 PM

"A Drake smashing a hole in the castle walls…I guess that does somewhat explain why he would be angry about someone looking up some book about the Castle's construction…" She sighed before looking at her reflection on the surface of the wine and then back at Lilith. "I do appreciate you keeping those books together. It saves me the trouble of having to go look for them again."

She took another small sip of the wine. Lilith was right about the general emptiness of the library though. As much as she did not really pay attention to her surroundings when she was reading, it was rare for anyone, if at all to come into that area. She was definitely grateful for that. It meant no books would be out of place and she could read in silence.

She then took the glass off of her lips and then looked back to Lilith's form. "Though, why did you rush all the way here? Surely the apology could have waited until I next came to the library. There really was no need to rush here in a completely different outfit to apologize."

[Shadow Sketches]

Icarus, Time: 1st Day of the Year of Rebirth. Afternoon approx. 2 PM

Icarus was sitting in his room, the curtains closed tightly to not let any sunlight into the dimly lit room. The only source of light came from separate candles that burned throughout the room, allowing him to still see instead of walking around like a blind bat. He was sitting in the chair of his desk that was directly under the window, he had pulled the chair away from the desk so his left hand was resting on the table while his right tossed one of his twin blades up in the air before catching it by the handle on it's way down. He kept tossing it up and down several times, watching as the shiny silver blade twirled in the air before coming down. He had always taken pride in his weapons, keeping his blades and chain as clean as he could...but now seeing them so clean annoyed him, he hasn't been able to use the tools of his trade much since becoming trapped in the castle. Sure every once in a while he would be hired for the cloak and dagger jobs of some of the more high classed castle residents but that did not satisfy him. Those jobs weren't enough for him, he only accepted because it gave a nice change of pace to the daily routine of the castle. When he couldn't find any work for his particular "skills" he would sneak around the castle, hearing whispers not meant for his ears and reading papers that weren't for his eyes. But that was mostly to keep practicing his sneaking skills, no real valuable information was ever really gotten in these petty tasks. But when he had found out that there was a chance he could escape the castle via the tunnels underneath the castle he couldn't have been happier.

To be completely honest, actually getting out of the castle wasn't the main thing that kept him interested, it was the challenge of getting the information he needed and being able to sneak past the castle denizens to get out and in of the castle as he pleased. That's what really interested him, and one of his first big challenges finally appeared in the form of the deranged book keeper, Iidra. He didn't know whether he was lying to keep him from looking for information about the castle's structures or the tunnels, or if there really wasn't any and the man just wanted to cause trouble for him. Either way, he wasn't going to let that end his search. He had just come into his room to give him time to cool down, it wouldn't do any good to be walking around the castle with fury in his eyes. He would only attract attention and give others a reason to cause him trouble, instead he would do what he was good at. Sneak around the castle and look for the entrance into the tunnels, he didn't want to deal with the hassle of looking around for crumbly papers. Usually he would like to have information before going into the unknown but right now he was impatient and wanted to take the risk.

He stood up from the chair and caught the falling blade once again, but this time he stabbed the tip into his desk in one smooth motion. Separating the tip from the wood as it cracked slightly from the impact, before hanging it once again at it's usual spot on his hip and smiling. He was actually looking forward to taking the risk, who didn't love a little danger in their life?

Edited January 28, 2016 by Shadow Sketches

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth. Nearing Afternoon.

"That is very kind of you your grace. We servants are beneath you, yet you still allow us so much kindness. Thank you your grace, thank you from the bottom of my heart." Lotus placed a hand over her chest. She bowed her head as she thanked the Countess. "I know that your grace is kind enough to let us dine with you. Your grace gave me my name, and also allowed me to use the Contiello name as my surname. I know that your grace is kind enough to let me dine, but I'm never sure about the other members of the castle. No one has dared mistreat me, maybe they know that I can fight, or they are scared of bringing down your grace's ire. But some of the servants in the castle are mistreated and abused. So I am not sure who is an enemy, and who is a friend." Bringing her hands together, both over her chest she waited a bit before continuing. "I am not scared for myself, I mostly don't wish to see the other servants abused or hurt. A few of them are very kind to me, and the others have never done me wrong."

Lotus managed to give a soft giggle, covering it with her hand as not to insult the Countess with her laugh. "Your grace, you shouldn't be so mean to Count Henrick." She was well aware of who wore the pants in the marriage. Lotus never cared about politics, she just did her best to serve both of her masters but she was well aware that Count Henrick was a coward. Even a blind man could see it. "He is an amazing man, with his own talents. I am sure that one day a matter in the castle will arrive that only Count Henrick will be able to solve. Then he will be able to prove himself."

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

"Hmmm, Loyalty. An interesting prospect. A powerful word it is. A concept that has existed since the beginning of time. The Cynic in me wonders how much it can really be worth. Something so fragile, so easily discarded. There and gone, it can be. How can something that fleeting have value I've often pondered. Though I understand it. I put trust in my tools, my sword. For it is the bone that extends my reach, a part of my body. And yet, it could very much break. Even the sword I hold, despite it's tempering... despite the 1000 times over the metal was folded, it could yet betray me. That bond with a person, even more fragile. Because another being has free will. Very much unlike a sword..."

He sighed heavily as he shifted his weight. His armour crinkled as he moved, the chain playing an iron melody. He sliced one of the bamboo sheets in half, almost lethargically. A soft flick of the rest and it slumped in half. That much power in that small a movement. He perched atop the stump using it as a makeshift stool. It looked very uncomfortable, however, he seemed to not mind.

"Is loyalty so important to you, you'd let it cloud your judgement?" He said staring Aurora dead in the eyes. Not the stare of a wild man, or even an accusatory glance. But, one of serenity... peace. The look of a wizened old man perhaps, towards a pupil of his during a lecture. No... not quite. But, the his gaze held no hostile emotion.

Isolda Grace, Lilith. Time: 1st day of the Year of Rebirth. Afternoon 1:32 PM

"It's no problem really Isolda. I don't mind holding them for you." She smiled. It was most certainly genuine. Isolda could easily tell the difference on Lilith's face between a real smile and a customer service smile. More or less Isolda did notice that she was the only one Lilith really went out of her way to greet that came in. Most others, she put on a facade, a mask. It had been in the lull between Questions that Lilith started to space out she played with her hair a bit. Her ivory skin seemed almost as she sat there. She was a rather interesting looking demon. Unlike others she had a pretty human appearance for the most part. Her horns were very small, barely visible in her hairline. The only super inhuman feature that was present, her fangs. They sat just out side her mouth. As a result Lilith was often confused or a vampire herself, though one could note her complexion had more liveliness to it. Her skin didn't have a pallor to it like a Vampire's would. Her fangs were also larger as they obviously didn't fit in her mouth. Most... weren't exactly informed individuals however.

She snapped back to reality as the question was fired. "Oh... it just happened to be on my way and well I'm early anyway. I thought I was behind schedule... I lose track of time sometimes. But, I figured I'd do so while I had the opportunity. After all, I'd like to think you a friend... well maybe that's overreaching but you a good customer. I didn't feel like it should wait. The dressing up that's for something else. After all you know that today is pretty low energy since everyone is getting ready or the Benediction later tonight. So I got off work early." she was rambling a bit, clearly a bit flustered having been caught off-guard. She was blushing ever so slightly. It was pretty adorable, well one could possibly perceive it that way.

((working on other stuffs.))

[Sutoratosu]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

"I..." She seemed to struggle a bit under the General's gaze, much to her own surprise. It was not fear. It could not be fear, fear was impossible for her. Fear was forbidden in her, had been forbidden ever since she took the vows. No... this was something she... it was something she knew. Knew well, infact... even if only as a constant nag in the background of things. It... was the beast that calls itself Uncertainty. That Ribald cousin of fear; the member of the duo that doesn't have the mind to just sink it's fangs in and nap you- but instead pokes holes in you, watch you bleed slowly, savor the feast of blood and spilled confidence, laugh in glee as you wander the maze of paranoia and slowly go insane, bring everything and everyone crumbling around you, just for the sake of being able to say that it set fire to the rain and scorched the world in a single night. That hobgoblin who will sit atop you shoulders and question you until you begin to question yourself...

Yes... this... this was not fear. It was not terror, horror, apprehension... no. This was the feeling....

Of knowing that she did not know... the answer to a simple question most beings would probably only need mere moments to respond to... and there was more with it, lurking in the shadows. Implications upon implications of the fact that she did not know. Of the fact she could not know....had never had the chance to know...

"I'm afraid I... don't really know, my lord." She finally managed to admit aloud, pushing the clutter of thoughts away as best she could. She could not think of this. No, she would not think of it... she had to ignore it, yes, yes, that was right... just ignore it... afterall, this wasn't new... she'd felt uncertain before, hadn't she? She'd been starving before, hadn't she? and during those times, she'd felt this same feeling hadn't she? ask herself whether or not she'd find enough prey to even keep going to the next day... ask herself what she was doing wrong, why she was starving, how she was starving...? Yes... she had indeed felt this before. And it had felt maddening. All the more reason...

to just...

push...it...away...

"It's just how I was raised, I suppose. The one thing I grew up with and managed to hang onto. So in a way, most of the judgements I can make are probably already based on it to begin with."

[Hiss13]

Isolda Grace, Lilith. Time: 1st day of the Year of Rebirth. Afternoon 1:32 PM

"A friend, huh…" Isolda took another short sip out of her glass. "Well, there's nothing wrong with considering me a friend. We do see each other on a near-daily basis." She put the glass down and focused on Lilith while holding her arms up with her elbows and resting her head on the back of her hands. "Though, we never really talk too much. So, since we have time before the Benediction, how about it? Let's get to know each other better."

Isolda rarely made much contact with others outside of the maids who she sucked blood from in the recent years. Perhaps, having a friend to converse with would help pass some more time. After all, the undying had an eternity to live and living in an isolated definitely became boring at times. "So, feel free to ask any questions to this great Isolda before you." She gave a simple smile to the friend across from her.

[Chevaleresse]

Regent, Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth, around noon

The wyven wandered off, the brief excitement caused by the confrontation with the skeleton and the illithid rapidly giving way to boredom. He stopped once or twice to harass a stray soldier, but there was no real sport in it. The intelligent ones either stayed away from him or knew that he wouldn't harm them more than a bit of bruising from being knocked over, and the stupid ones were no challenge at all to catch. As a result, Regent's meanderings went about in a desultory manner, the sharp look of the predator that had been present previously being replaced with the dull stare of an animal kept in a cage for far too long. The only bright point in his day occurred when he moved to the large dining room for his lunch and discovered they had, in fact, hauled in a live animal for him to personally disembowel, which he did with great gusto. The display seemed to bother a few of the other guests slightly, but not much - after all, most of the denizens here were similar creatures to Regent himself.

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

"Hmmm, so yes then. I see. Then perhaps this avenue is lost on me. But, let me tell you something. Is said loyalty worth more than the truth? Hmmm, I can't even say that. The thing is I don't even know the truth myself only a hunch. However, what I do know is very often a certain solider decided to take a sojourn down to this place. I've also found that in fact, that a certain man that he had differences with, the one who had disappeared, also commonly walked this path. Now, I know neither of their reasons for doing so... but I noticed one spent more time here on average. One passed through, the other stayed even shirking practices and marches as a result at times. Now, at first I figured that he had used this place to train, much like I once had. However, I find now that this place is a home. So... I find that in my mind. That means he is visiting you for whatever reason."

He still looked at her still, not changing his expression. "So... are you covering for him out of your loyalty?"

Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth. Nearing Afternoon.

"Hmmm, no servant shall be mistreated so long as I can see it. None of the higher ups in the Castle do, trust me, they wouldn't have lasted long if they did." She said. A serious look over her face. It was certainly never something she would allow to be within this Castle. And if she ever saw it, well she wouldn't see it much longer. "Trust me, any lesser person in charge of servants that's mistreating them, you let me know. They won't be much longer." She said with an unsettling smile.

"Anyway, we should be ready and then pick up Heinrich for when we get to it."

[Sutoratosu]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

Of...course. It was back to the missing man and Ajax. It was obvious that Cyllis had been the one controlling this conversation, controlling it for a good while now, in fact... and here she'd been, too preoccupied trying to answer his questions to even realize who he was reeling things right back to where they started. "Ajax, of all the people to slip like this... to be this sloppy...but..."

"Well, I suppose there's no real point keeping it up denial at this point," She sighed. "it probably won't do much to help... Aye, Ajax, I know him. He comes here on occasion when he's down here, I found him back after the war ended and invaders gave up and fled. He always said that the water and the darkness were reminders of something to him..." She paused, for just a moment. She knew what he was likely suspecting; that Ajax was probably behind the disappearance and she had either assisted him or had knowledge of the act sometime either before or after the fact... If the illithid took the fall for this- and... knowing him, he probably would try to if actually confronted for it -who knows of the possible repercussions? For all she honestly knew, it could well spell his death, or some other unsightly punishment for the deed.

But then there was still the girl... what she had suspected earlier would probably still hold, they'd question the poor thing, have some investigation, tie it up in bureaucracy. But then again...the squid was just as much a friend to the Lycan as he was to her... If she let him take the blame and go down, however he might go down, just to protect her from that... how would that go down, the next they meet, after Ajax is possibly dead or disgraced or in irons for something he didn't do, and suffered a fate she could've prevented now just by talking? How would the girl regard her then? As friend? Or a traitor?

"Quite the predicament... forgive me for this, little one, but I'm afraid... it's best to just go ahead and rub salt in the wound in order save our foolish squid, rather than go down the road that will end up tearing us all apart...I'm sorry."

She took a breath, a silent inhale barely noticeable in the dark. The di was cast...

"He is not the one behind the disappearance however." She finally continued. Whatever uncertainty, whatever doubt or ponderance had been left over in those twin pools of emerald from before, were gone... "He had nothing to do with it, infact... the fact that both he and your missing man happen to frequent here is little more than coincidence in this matter. There's no point keeping up the charade- I killed your missing soldier, but I had good reason for what I've done. Your missing man? He attempted himself upon a servant girl who works in the kitchens, tore her dress and almost succeeded in the deed, until she screamed for help and he fled out of fear of being discovered... this particular servant girl, she's on her own, you see; and she's meeker than a mouse to boot. Ajax and Myself are probably the only ones she really has to turn to... she came here right after it happened, franticly terrified and in tears, and she told me...everything. Seeing her like that... knowing someone had dared done that to her...She's such a dear thing, so shy, so sweet... she'd never done anything to deserve that experience... and I...I... I couldn't merely stand by. No, I wouldn't stand by... I started searching for the bastard who had done it, and who did I find trying to hide in these passages, than the exact man she described in so much detail to me, Trying to seek shelter near the darkness and the water, still paranoid that someone on the surface had heard or seen and was investigating?"

She turned her gaze away from the General, eyes flaring with as if lit by flame in the darkness and practically snarlin at this point. "I... I pounced on him... the very moment I spotted him in the darkness... and he ran like a coward through these tunnels, and he didn't stop running... and I didn't stop pursuing him... not until I'd finally caught him again."

There. There it was... it was done. The di was cast... whatever happened now... well, fear was forbidden in her.

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth.

"Hmmmm, I see." The old man said as he stroked his faux beard. His pensive look hardly changed at the confession. As if he wasn't phased by it at all. Almost as if he nearly expected the answer somehow. He remained seated, not having moved even an inch from where he was currently perched. He silently thought to himself, humming a small melody as he thought. It would feel like an eternity though it was merely a few seconds at most. What he was thinking was unknown to Aurora. "I'll say I could've expected an end such as this for this man earlier than now."

He stood up, the crinkling of his armour broke the silence with a cascade of metallic sound. The tinkling of metal stars finally stopped as he managed to lift his old body off the improvised seat. He brushed himself off quickly and sheathed Old Man Summer. A satisfying click came as the blade was swallowed by the caricature of a man. He stood there, no real change in his demeanor. A quick movement! But, only to cover a cough. "The man you've killed was not one of strong character. He was a troublemaker at least... a nuisance at worst. No love lost on that passing. However, I'm sure you understand that as a military proceeding it's my duty to investigate. However, seeing as this confession is, as I feel, genuine... It may end here. I have matters to attend to. Mostly... getting ready for the festivities later in the day. So, I'd like to get to my quarters and take a lovely nap. Oh... and perhaps a spot of tea, that would do nicely for these old bones. Either way, I shall take my leave. May the day, and the night, smile favorably upon you, Aurora." With that statement, he began to leave. He plodded at a rather slow pace, much like before, fitting of an old man such as he.

Isolda Grace, Lilith. Time: 1st day of the Year of Rebirth. Afternoon 1:32 PM

The Demoness giggled nervously. She hadn't really been expecting such an occasion. However, her body language while showing a small twinge of uneasiness, didn't close out the prospect. Lilith put her hand to her head, perhaps a nervous tick of some sort? Either way it was a quick fluid motion that wouldn't really noticed by many that weren't paying too much attention. "Oh, I wouldn't know where to begin Miss Isolda." she said as she looked her up and down. It was the first time she really took in what Isolda looked like. She did look awfully young. Her pallor made her look nearly like a porcelain doll. To many it might be very unsettling a sight. However, after having to work with the horror that was Iidrra everyday, Lilith wasn't phased by too much. In fact, Isolda's aura, her being, was beautiful in it's own way. The beauty of youth forever captured, unaging. Of course, this more or less is why it'd be unsettling to folks. Though, Lilith didn't really understand it. Perhaps, it was because it was unnatural. However, many of the Monsters here were considered unnatural by the Free Races. Abominations, monsters, worse. Lilith then realized she was caught up in Isolda's appearance for quite a time before saying anything. Perhaps, it was an awkward silence but time was racing while she wasn't paying attention. She quickly racked her brain, but it was stuck on a particular topic.

"Is it... Difficult looking that way? I've not really minded but I see the way some others stare at you... like you're different. I'm sorry for asking... I dunno why I asked that. I don't want to seem insensitive..." the woman said, instantly becoming flustered realizing she had.

{{The Clock Chimes once. By the third chime... it begins.}}

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

The Heart of the Castle, Solomon, "Times", Various Night's Guards. Time: 3:00 pm, 1st Day, of the 1st Month, of the Year of Rebirth.

"I feel them..." said an ancient ragged figure. The image of an old king sitting within his throne flashed into vision. The room, mostly filled with shadow and darkness. In it's center sat a grotesque carving of a heart. Form what manner of creature it belonged to was unknown, it mostly stood in solely for that of a Humanoid's heart structure. Hard to say which one exactly, but that didn't matter. The Eerie amount of detail in the stonework was unsettling enough. This was the Heart of the Castle. It was the Throne Room, the place that decrees were ordered from and the Lord of the Night State. The Stone Structure, the heart... eerily pulsed with a red light. It was the only source of light in the otherwise darkened room. It made it... all the more unsettling. It's tepid beat seemed to accelerate and then decelerate at random intervals. The Seat he was sat in was much more normal architecture. It was simply a throne. However, it was covered in many ancient runes and inscriptions. Each was the Benediction of a Lord or Lady of the Night that came before. There was a bare spot were the ragged figure kept rubbing with his skeletal hand. It was where his Benediction would be written when he finally released his mortal coil. He cackled madly to himself, as he looked around the chamber. He kept repeating to himself softly "I feel them...". At least it was quiet at first. It was very quiet at first. Then... it rose into mroe of a chant. He kept saying it over and over. It got louder and louder.

"I feel them. I feel them! I feel them!!! I feel them. I feel them! I feel them!!! I FEEL THEM!!!" he rose from his seat shouting. Then quickly collapsed. It was as if he just exorcised a spirit from his body. He sat in his chair, and fidgeted wildly. "THEY ARE HERE!!! I FEEL THEM!!!"

"Sire, who is here? Who do you feel?" came another voice. It was calm, leveled, professional. A Knight stepped forward into the dim light cast by the beating heart. His features outlined in a dim red. It flashed off his armour weakly, not allowing much to be seen. However, what could be was that he like the Man before him were both Skeletons. Both were Bone Fiends, Undead of the non-fleshy variety. The Second voice stood directly below the Throne looking up at the one who sat on it. Up, at the raving madman. the Madman suddenly snapped to a straight backed position. Suddenly his sunken maddened form went from writhing and clicking... To one of a proper kingly air. He straightened his back and looked on the one that spoke to him. A shadow of what once was a great ruler, that was what this Lich was.

"If you must ask you are worthless. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!! Out of my throne room!!!"

The expected results... when messing with a madman. Times, he should've known better than to ask the old loonie. The shadow that was once Solomon. There's was nothing in there but looming madness. Though it pretended to be The Lord of Night it once was, It was clear that it no longer deserved that title. That it could no longer comprehend what it was or why it was there. Solomon was no longer a man, not even a Lich. He was hardly anything anymore, but a raving lunatic. Either way, Times found that he was met with the gazes of all the other Guards. They all knew that he should scram. It wasn't good to go against the words of a Madman. One may ask, why all of them followed what was clearly an insane being. However, it was due to their oath. They were sworn to protect the Night Lord. A Night Lord was appointed until either their death, or... they resigned. It was tradition in Castle Dour. A tradition that had been carried out 11 times before this now fallen lord. It wasn't about to change overnight. The Night Guards hands were tied, they had to protect their charge. They had more than anyone else, to listen to him. It wasn't a wonderful feeling. Either way, Times quickly turned on his heels. To Question the Mad Being anymore would certainly be suicide. So, he decided to cut his loses. However, he couldn't stand the constant repeating of that phrase. What did he feel? The Free Race troops that left years ago... or... something else?

Either way, he walked to the front of the room, past the Heart of the castle. He plodded with purpose, knowing that he should be out of there before too awful long. Past the Heart, he conversed with the Guard Commander. A Birdman, that of a Hawk, was stood there. He was Commander Gale. "Times... I don't know how many times we need to tell you that you should just leave him to his ravings. " he said in a hushed tone, It was probably to make sure the Mad Being didn't hear them.

"It bothers me Gale."

"Whoppitdy doo Times... Look, I'm just trying to not lose my head here or any of my men." he said placing a winged arm on his forehead. He took a deep breathe. "Anyway, luckily for you I was going to assign you to the Greater Hall for today. You won't be here anyway. What I want from you though is to keep an eye on the festivities of the common folk since they can get very rowdy on the Benediction Night."

"I can do that, Sir." Times said standing up straight and saluting Gale.

"Look bird brain... there's no need to be so formal. Now, get outta here... you've got a duty to do." he said smiling. TImes was the only one who ever really gave him respect. He kept a rather lax regiment. So, it was nice to see one solider of his refused to do anything sort of proper protocol. He moved up to the large door behind him with Times in tow. On either side of the door Two Guards stood. They saluted as they began to unwind the chains that kept the door tightly shut. They detached the giant chains on either side. They came clattering down with a loud clang that shook the room. They pressed a switch on the wall and it caused the Chains to snap back into a reservoir in the floor. Gale went towards the bar and threw it open. Then, he pushed open the Inner Door. Together, he and Times stepped into the chamber, better know as the Throat of the Castle. It was quite literally designed like the inside of a creature's throat. It was a strange experience. At the end of the long hall hung a chandelier that looked much like the uvula that hung in one's mouth. It dimly lit the passageway. "I really wish he'd let us light this place better. Gives me the hebie jebies. Uuuuck..." The Commander said as he shuffled through his pockets. He procured a keyring and he shuffled through them until he found one that had the shape of a skull at it's end. He then placed it in the outer door, and turned the knob. Light pierced into the dark hall. Though, it only did so much in the room itself. The Light wasn't strong enough to pierce more than a few inches. Either way, it was enticing to get out of the Dark and into the light.

"I will do you proud Gale. I shall watch over the festivities with the eye of a haaa...rpy!" He said saluting the Commander once again.

"Just... get out of here you joker. Go do your job. I'll see you later." Gale said as he turned and closed the door. It slammed shut leaving Times within the Halls of the Castle. He puffed up his chest, well as much as one without a real body could manage, and marched off towards the Greater Hall, and further, the Well of Nocturne.

Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello, Count Heinrich Contiello Time: 1st Day, of the 1st Month, of the Year of Rebirth. 3:00 PM

"Well, theeere you are my adorable little Heiny!!!" Sybil shouted from across the hall. He was in fact there, Heinrich her astute husband. He looked well trimmed his facial hair recently oiled and his beard shaven very close to his chin. He was wearing a matching crimson red vest with crimson blazer pants. Unlike many, Heinrich didn't really like wearing suit jackets. Instead he tended to go with solely a vest over a black dress shirt most times. While his style was relatively simple, they were still just as much a fashion statement as Sybil's dress was now. Her's over the top an almost excessive display of beauty. Heinrich's dress was an understated tone one that didn't jump out at you but if you looked you'd see it was just as elaborate and beautiful as that of his wife. It perfectly stated their relationship. While a lot gave Hienrich shit for basically... being the submissive one in the relationship it was because he loved Sybil so much he wanted the best for her. He did everything to make her shine and for her to be the beauty she was.

"Hooooney... I told you not to call me that. People need to take me seriously."

"But, Heiny... It's soooooooo cuuute!"

"Fine.... anyway, who is this with you?"

"I'll let her answer."

Hienrich looked expectantly at Lotus to now speak up.

{{The clock chimes 2, when it chimes for a third time, it is the beginning of the end.}}