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Cassian chuckles. "Gods, even your sins are adorable." He sets the wine glass aside, and though he's not yet drunk it's clear he is beginning to lose what little filter he has to begin with. He sits back on the bed, pulling the opera singer into his lap. He loops his arms around her corseted waist, toying idly with the various bits.
"Between you and I, I don't think it was an accident. Mostly because I'm a suspicious and paranoid man by nature. I assume everyone is as bad as I am. The fact that a cleric was on hand so quickly seems to suggest that this was a set up, and that it was not intended to be fatal. That the intent of the 'accident' was to injure Delour and put you in the lead role."
Cassian pauses. His voice soft, his eyes distant: "Where you could be hurt or killed without suspicion." He looks back into Calseinica's pretty brown eyes. "Not going to let that happen, songbird. Turns out I like you much too much for that." The drink bolstering him, he steals a kiss. "And you taste like heaven."
A pause. "You mentioned your father as someone I might target. Why? Does he have something worth stealing? Might someone use you as leverage to get at your father? And if so, do you know who?"
His blue eyes narrow. "Because you have a shadow protector now. Someone who wouldn't hesitate putting a blade between the ribs of anyone who might hurt you."
"Open his pompous throat for him." Cassian chuckles. "I don't deal with stress very well."
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Cassian will find Melilot after rehearsal, though he doesn't sneak up on her. He approaches from the front and stops next to her. he murmurs. [b]"Hope you haven't gotten overly attached.
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A very slight pause.
she says.
she asks.
Nonon winces, in pain.... As does Delour... And Calseinica (although she at least tries to hide it).
Quite seriously, Nonon, "I want you to sing like that." He breaths. "I think you need a break... "
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Nonon winces, in pain.... As does Delour... And Calseinica (although she at least tries to hide it).
Quite seriously, Nonon, "I want you to sing like that." He breaths. "I think you need a break... "
Melilot nods gravely. she says, jotting something down with her pen.
She seems ... oddly cheerful as she walks away.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She epps as he, literally, sweeps her off her feet. She blushes as he gazes down at her, unused to the lack of her screening bangs. She shakes her head, "It wasn't anything... just a little confidence that we really weren't doing anything wrong. But not able to pull away from the intensity in his eyes.
"Yeah, but you did it and you were fantastic." He smiles down at her, "& if you'll allow me, I'm going to give you a little reward. Hold still." His eyes glint a little mischievously as he says the last words, before picking her up by her waist, flipping her in a quick 180 degree twist, and sits her down on his shoulder. Holding her in place with his left hand across her legs. "Hold on now." He bends at the knees, picks up the pole with the boar and continues on their way.
Yuuki lifts one fine eyebrow, the disapproval in the action ruined by the amused smile perking up her lips. "If you must."
"Thank you, Ma'am." he says, still smiling broadly.
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Azhar's eyes melt as he sees her
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Her arms go around his neck as she is pulled onto his lap, steadying herself balanced there. She listens carefully to what he says, thinking for a little bit, many of her thoughts plainly clear on her face. Although she gets very distracted when he kisses her, perhaps missing some of what he says around that point. She smiles at his compliment, presses a soft kiss to his lips, "You can taste me anytime." Absolutely serious.
One hand comes to his cheek in a soft caress. "But I didn't get hurt as the Witch of Roses and it wasn't a dangerous part at all, it just required me to pretend to be a scheming pretender."
A mixture of love and sadness when she talks about her family, "Father is the current head of the family. I think the family has a number of ties to both the Asomodean and Abadarian banks but it really wouldn't make any sense for someone to attack me if they are trying to affect the family." She says with a shrug.
"ah" Millech considers, "Can't say it isn't a proper ending for him..." He looks over, "If you do settle on that, can you wait until after the show? Nonon will flip if he has to recast the role at this point." Millech thinks, "Plus... it will humiliate the heck out of him if all of them," motioning to Azhar, Rev, Melilot, 'Antonio', and Caliseinica, "Survive the play. He expects to be the only major role that survives..."
"So are you just going to blow off his 'job'?"
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His hands begin to roam. "Calseinica, dear... you shouldn't say things like that without knowing how a man like me will take them." He dips his head to her neck, alternating between gentle nuzzles, soft kisses, and tiny nibbles.
He speaks, voice muffled by her flesh. "Are you the heiress of your family? Because that is motive alone." His hands caress her shoulders, back, and thighs, not exploring beneath her clothes, although they linger at the edge more than once.
"I don't really know. I should probably tell this man, if only to cause Baron von Windbag the trouble he so richly deserves."
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He can't see it, but her eyes go very, very wide as he lifts her onto his broad shoulder. He does feel her trying to keep her balance without disturbing him as much as possible. ()
Later, when she has gotten her balance and knows she won't fall, quietly, "You can see so much more from up here."
She tucks some of her bangs behind one ear, smiling up at him, "Hi Azhar."
A uncertain 'oh' at his words, which turns into a throaty, melodic, 'oooh' as his hands wander and his lips tease the sensitive nerves in her neck. One hand creeping up to his hair, fingers entwining in its length.
She swallows, huh trying to focus on his words, made very hard to do by his touch. Another swallow, eyes closing and flying back open when she finds out that makes it that much harder to ignore his searing hands. When she manages to get her thoughts cobbled together, the hand on his shoulder kneading the muscles there, "Not the heiress." She pulls away from his mouth so that she can see his eyes, only then being able to catch her breath. Quietly, "Barely an heir at all." She half-shrugs, "Mother was Father's mistress... She died when I was little and he officially adopted me. His wife's children are his heirs." She says this with rancor or anger, it just is.
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Cassian stops dead. "My parents never wanted me. They wanted my sister, only to marry off to a noble. So the family would... you know." He waits for her response, tense as a piano wire. He is completely unguarded, free for her to break or exalt as she sees fit.
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There is not a moment of hesitation on her part. Her arms go around his shoulders, holding him, and she kisses his forehead, directly in the center, "Your parents don't deserve you, Aeraxes." Her voice very sure, steady, and more than a bit offended on his behalf.
Another kiss this one on his lips, "Because I've only know you for a few days and I know that you are well worth wanting." Still holding him, her brown eyes without a trace of lie or artifice.
Millech nods, "Especially since, sadly since the world would be a safer place if he were, Thesing isn't stupid. Once he realizes you aren't dancing to his tune... he'll hire someone else to play your part."
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He closes his eyes. "Cassian. My name is Cassian," he croaks, ready to be thrown out.
"Meaning it's like sex with the dottari. You can scream and cry all you want... but it's happening." Cassian sighs. "Looks like I have to do the one thing I hate doing more than anything else. The right one."
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"Not that I've been able to determine. He seems to have taken a shine to you... maybe you can turtledove it out of him."
Melilot says.
"Anyway, you want company on this? I got a monkey who needs some outdoor time."
she replies.
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She stiffens in his arms, pulling back so that she can look him clearly in his eyes. Hurt in her eyes, quietly, Hope clear in her voice, her hands still on his shoulders, not closing herself off from him.
Millech looks pained... and highly amused. "Horrible, isn't it?"
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He scratches Rygel's head, ready to stalk some diva.
"Like I said. I'm suspicious and I think everyone is as bad as I am. I didn't know you. Didn't know I could trust you. Now... now I don't want anything false between us. If you want me to leave now, I will. If you want me to never speak to you again, I'll do that too. But I had to tell you who I was." Cassian's shoulders have slumped. He's ready to be thrown out.
"Don't tell anyone."
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The pair, both able to move like the shadows of the city itself, are able to follow the flamboyant diva easily when she leaves the theater for the day. First, she catches a landau that carries her down to Rego Sacero (which requires you to figure a means to chase down the horse drawn conveyance... or catch one yourselves).
Her right hand moves from his shoulder, sliding up his neck, past his cheek to under his chin, lifting it ever so slightly so she can lean down to kiss him. "Thank you, Cassian. For telling me the truth now."
Her hand slides back up his cheek, caressing his skin, "It means the world to me that you don't want to lie to me anymore." Another soft kiss, "Much of the world I have to live in is make-believe... but I'd rather you be real."
"Everyone already knows." A pause, a beat, "About the dottari."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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He can't see it, but her eyes go very, very wide as he lifts her onto his broad shoulder. He does feel her trying to keep her balance without disturbing him as much as possible. (1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13) Later, when she has gotten her balance and knows she won't fall, quietly, "You can see so much more from up here."
Azhar glances up at her. he doesn't bother to try to hide the smile bursting out from within him. "Don't worry. I've got you." he says, his left hand and forearm over her thighs, keeping her firmly locked in place. "A little different perspective...do you like it?" Azhar may have a resistance to electricity, but he's feeling it right now.
She tucks some of her bangs behind one ear, smiling up at him, "Hi Azhar."
Azhar notes the small adjustment and his face lights up. He says softly in a "I care for you more than anyone tone", "Hi 'maya." He blinks a couple of times, then remembers why he ran here in the first place. "Oh, um, play, dress rehearsal, the 11th, would you like to come?" He's breathing a little heavy, maybe it's from the run.
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He returns the second kiss. "I'll be as real as you let me be." He kisses her again, the passion growing. His hands, paralyzed before, return to their wandering. This time they linger at the edge of her garments even longer as his kisses begin to heat up.
Cassian snorts, smirking at the hunchback's quip.
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Rev has been spending the time silently contemplating. He comes to the conclusion that it is in fact possible to do what Antonio claims his half elf friend can do. He nods. "Sounds good."
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"How is everything else going?" He shrugs, "I understand why... but being stuck here makes me feel like I can't do anything to help... What do you all need to continue the goal of freeing this city from the throne?"
"I'm not entirely comfortable with the plan of disguising myself and sneaking into someone's place in order to steal something -- even if it is with the best of intent. Other than that?"
It's Gravlax's turn to shrug. "I don't know," he says simply. "The upper-level part of this hasn't really sunk in with me yet. Too many years of following orders and trying not to think about them, I suppose."
Gravlax looks directly at Arael, briefly. "But going forward, I will try to think more. Then perhaps next time I can ask for something useful."
when Gravlax shifts to be able to look out the window, she moves so that she is at his side... Again the heat of her body next to his.
Gravlax doesn't feel that any words are necessary for this, although he carefully slips his arm around her and leans in slightly as the sun sinks from the sky.
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He smiles, nods. Starts working on the knife Gravlax gave him.
She leans into him, fitting into the nook of his body well.
Just as the sun falls beneath the edge of the world there is an intake of breath, almost a gasp as the city falls to the shadows. Her hand tightens in his. Surreptitiously, she glances up at him.
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Gravlax takes his leave of Arael, and heads home -- not exactly heedless of the oncoming darkness, but it's not uppermost in his mind.
Gravlax's eyes flick over to Mathalen when she almost-gasps and her hand tightens. he asks quietly. His breathing is even, peaceful.
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Her skin darkens slightly, still looking up at him. With a smile, "That is normally the sign that I need to bolt, find some place safe to be." She smiles at him, "Not used to be exactly where I want to be when that happens."
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| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax returns the smile, and turns his gaze back out the window. "See how the lights come up like stars twinkling in the sky? Westcrown shines in the dark."
And when it has reached full dark, Gravlax turns back to Mathalen. He is at peace, or maybe as close as he ever gets. "The sun is down," he says. "Now what would you like to do?"
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One of her hands in down on his shoulder, just giving her one more point of balance. "I think so, but I don't think I'd want it all of the time." She smiles down at him, "I like my way of viewing the world too... plus too many people are noticing me up here."
She smiles up at him while he blinks, a smile that grows that touch brighter when he invites her to the dress rehearsal. "Do I need a ticket or anything special?"
She returns the kisses with eager passion, carefully at first but with growing abandon. When his hands start their roving, sensual touch, she makes soft musical moans urging a return to sensitive spots; behind her knees, the base of her spine, softly on her neck. As the kisses heat, she starts to squirm on his lap, her own hands moving at him, clutching softly when he makes her moan.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
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A very slight pause.
she says.
she asks.
Nonon winces, in pain.... As does Delour... And Calseinica (although she at least tries to hide it).
Quite seriously, Nonon, "I want you to sing like that." He breaths. "I think you need a break... "
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Rev frowns. He presses his lips together, probably disapprovingly at Melilot's performance..Rev is trying very hard to repress the laughter coming to the surface. But it's too difficult, and the amused expression on his face is probably way too obvious, as he makes a serious face, tries to keep his mouth shut lest the laughter comes forth.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Fiosa
She stares at him for a moment, a 'are you kidding me' pout almost on her face. A beat, a pause, and then she smiles. "Thank you."Fiosa/Another Day
She smiles, nods. "Fresh bread." Seems more promise than question.Ailyn
Her tongue teases him for as long as possible as he pulls away... since she is unable to continue thanks to the pressure of his hands in her hair.She makes a slight moan as he starts to kiss her, her mouth still tasting slightly of the chocolate from desert. And the moan, deep in her throat, intensifies as he plays with her, her eyes mostly closing to let the feel of his hands magnify in her mind.
Forgetting his earlier concern that he might somehow pollute her by his mere presence, he ruffles her hair as she pouts. He's amused, his soft words teasing her... "Come now, if I don't drag out the reading a bit, what other use for me could you possibly have?" Then he changes tactics, just a tad, "Unless you'd prefer someone else to read to you? Although I'm pretty sure Melilot can't read outloud, you'd never hear her. And I don't think Azhar can read. I suppose there's Gravalax, if you want a dry recitation of facts and figures. Or I could ask Cassian to read to you. He's very pretty, I understand."
"Bread? You're a saint." He means it. "Truly."
His lips travel down her body, over her breasts. His tongue swirls around her nipples, teasing, never touching the hardening nubs. He leans into her, pushing her back so that she is lying down,with her legs still over the side of the bed. Once she is thus positioned, his tongue finally finds one of her nipples, and then his teeth gently nibble upon it. His hands run down her sides, over to her thighs, spreading her legs as his lips kiss down her abs, and continue lower.
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One of her hands in down on his shoulder, just giving her one more point of balance. "I think so, but I don't think I'd want it all of the time." She smiles down at him, "I like my way of viewing the world too... plus too many people are noticing me up here."
Azhar stops, "Sorry, didn't think about that, though honestly you are so worth being noticed. If you'd prefer, I will let you down." He looks up at her questioningly.
She smiles up at him while he blinks, a smile that grows that touch brighter when he invites her to the dress rehearsal. "Do I need a ticket or anything special?"
His smile becomes just that much broader when he sees her reaction, "Probably, if you know you can make it, I'll find out what I need to do to get you in." he pauses, "um, just so you know, I'm assuming this isn't an option, but just in case. Nonon mentioned if there are people that know how to help out backstage, maybe they could for the real event on the 12th. But I have no idea what kind of skills that would entail or if you could even get away for two days in a row anyway." he glances at her, but it's obvious he doesn't really expect that that was an option. He looks back towards the theater before his eyes go back to hers, "'maya, I'm really happy you're going to try to make it to the dress rehearsal...and I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you more recently, but we're trying really hard to get ready." His hands find hers, what he is feeling communicated through their touch.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Melilot nods gravely. she says, jotting something down with her pen.
She seems ... oddly cheerful as she walks away.
Antonio turns slowly to his co-actors. "There are new things in this world to be seen," he says, in something vaguely akin to awe.
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| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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The rogue's caresses become bolder. His hand falls below her hemline, running from her knee to her thigh, disappearing beneath her skirts, as he kisses. Each stroke grows more and more curious, exploring more and more of her thighs. Soon, he gently teases the soft flesh of her inner thighs, the back of his hand brushing her sex seemingly inadvertently.
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| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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At the end of the day, after changing back from Antonio to Gravlax, Gravlax heads off to the safe house with the flensing knives.
When she speaks her voice is quiet, unsure. She is looking up at him even though in the dim light of his home she can't see him, "I'm not sure what I'd like to do... but everything in me is asking that whatever it is...
Gravlax sighs softly. "The nice response is to suggest we curl up and sleep, since we both have work in the morning. The selfish one starts with this," Gravlax lifts Mathalen's hand to his lips, kissing the back of her hand, the center of her palm, the underside of her wrist, "and goes on from there."
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About twenty minutes into the lunch break, a small brown-haired woman comes cautiously into the theater packing a basket almost her size. Nonon looks at her and she tentatively motions towards Melilot (which causes Nonon to scowl) and Rev (reduction in said scowl).
With a smiles Fiosa moves around, offering sandwiches, bread, and cheese to the cast and crew.
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Antonio is hailed from an already busy tavern, patrons piling out with curious questions about the play. From the back there are demands for an impromptu performance.
By this time, surprising to some, most of the new actors are finding their stride... with the one notable current exception. In the morning, Nonon runs you all the through the performance again.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
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About twenty minutes into the lunch break, a small brown-haired woman comes cautiously into the theater packing a basket almost her size. Nonon looks at her and she tentatively motions towards Melilot (which causes Nonon to scowl) and Rev (reduction in said scowl).
With a smiles Fiosa moves around, offering sandwiches, bread, and cheese to the cast and crew.
Rev nods at Fiosa when she motions towards him.
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| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Antonio talks with the patrons. He is coy about the details of the play, but does talk it up a bit. "The original script, or so I am told. I am no historian."
He does his best to get back onto his errand without a performance, but if pressed, he asks for a boiled egg --
"I like eggs! Red, white or otherwise! Hand me mine, I'll eat it raw!"
-- and gobbles it down.
Antonio is ...
so very wooden in his delivery, even if his "Loyalty is the mark of greatness" can be heard in the very back of the auditorium.
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Rev is holding his own.
Indeed he is. However after the lunch break, Nonon goes over a few scenes where he sees Rev is stumbling. A little more honest indignation, the needed ring of truth in the first and the last act.
Antonio is so very wooden in his delivery, even if his "Loyalty is the mark of greatness" can be heard in the very back of the auditorium.
Nonon is far sharper with Antonio as he tries to clean the uneven performance into something... more. "'Talentless hack' is merely an unevolved expression. You have taken it to an entirely new level."
They continue to badger Antonio until he gives him the snippet. They don't seem horribly impressed by it, but it does satisfy them.
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She just looks a bit confused at his change in tactics... "Are you fishing for a compliment or trying to foist me off on someone else?" Her head cocked to one side, her blank eyes trying see beneath the surface.
As his head moves down her body, pressing her to the bed, her fingers run through his hair. Massage his ears, occasionally moving down to his shoulders.
Occasionally nails digging into flesh without breaking skin when he finds a sensitive spot.
She shakes her head, "Is 'kay." She blushes slightly, "Haven't had a chance to fix my shirt yet... so most people aren't actually seeing who I am..."
She nods, "Wouldn't miss it for the world." Her hand squeezing his, fingers moving against his palm.
Her movements against his laps grow quicker as his hand plays against her thigh. Burning kisses, her own hands running over his shoulders, chest, up to his hairline. When his hand accidentally brushes her between her legs, she gasps, freezing. Her hands tighten on his shoulders, pulling back from him slightly, her red lips bruised from his ardent attention. her voice full of the musical moan he had been pulling from her. She looks him in the eyes for a long moment, unable to look away, "... I..."
The carriage you nab starts to bolt after Delour's at first, then pulls back, driving 'casually'. The driver has a confused befuddlement on his face.
His casual driving means that you lose sight of the fancy hack that Delour took for a while, but a crush of people as you get further south lets you catch up again.
Delour disembarks from her carriage at a row of shops. She breezes into the first one, chatting with the man behind the counter as she looks at strands of precious stones.
Delour chats about the 'Six Trials' making it sound much more polished and finished than it is. There is mention of the 'traveling adventurers', thier skill, the royalty they have performed before. If it wasn't for you first hand knowledge you could easily find yourself nodding along with her.
There is a little disparagement of the lead: "Marvelous actor, really, but... tiefling. Not the sort that one would want as a patron. But truly an asset to the production."
She makes a small gasping murmur as he kisses the underside of her wrist, small goosebumps chasing up her arm. Her free hand goes up to the hollow behind his ear, fingers tangling in his light hair. Quietly, with a smiles, "Doing that while I'm standing would be dangerous," tracing his ear with her fingertips, "I'm pretty sure my knees would buckle."
Her voice drops a little, but her eyes don't, "I'd like some of the selfish... and I want the nice too." She leans forward, kisses the same point on his that caused shivers to run through her body when he did it to her.
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..With a smiles Fiosa moves around, offering sandwiches, bread, and cheese to the cast and crew.
"Why thank you very much, Fiosa. This is most kind of you."
..In the morning, Nonon runs you all the through the performance again.
perform sing: Azhar is progressing. For some reason he has never been able to do quite as well as the first day, but he does seem to be getting better.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She shakes her head, "Is 'kay." She blushes slightly, "Haven't had a chance to fix my shirt yet... so most people aren't actually seeing who I am..."
Azhar feels a tinge hot as his heart skips a beat at her words. He smiles warmly up at her. It's quite possible, his cheeks are just slightly darker than normal. "Well then, I guess we should get to where we're going shouldn't we?" he continues on, not exactly rushing, but moving at a good pace.
She nods, "Wouldn't miss it for the world." Her hand squeezing his, fingers moving against his palm.
He glances past her into the room beyond. "I'm glad. I really, really am." he looks around at the coming darkness, "I know I promised your Mom I'd have you inside by nightfall. I'll see what needs to be done to get you in. Worst case, I'll see you in three days." If his glance within revealed any hint of watching parents, he brings her hands up to his lips for a kiss, if he did not notice said parental figures, he leans in for something just a touch longer.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Antonio focuses on his feelings about Act 6, reaches deep within himself, and ...
is much more passable as he insults Dentris and speaks to the value of loyalty.
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Azhar is progressing. For some reason he has never been able to do quite as well as the first day, but he does seem to be getting better.
"You seem more focused today than yesterday... which is good because you would make a rotten usher." He then works on Azhar's insults, seeming to encourage the young assimar to picture the director's face on each of the actor's.
At a break, Melilot puts a little check mark next to a note she has made.
There is none of the pained plea that was in the director's voice the previous day. This doesn't stop the insults as he goes over the torturer's lines and role in the afternoon, but seems as if he has hope.
Antonio focuses on his feelings about Act 6, reaches deep within himself, and is much more passable as he insults Dentris and speaks to the value of loyalty.
And Nonon, finally, seems hopeful about the play not crashing and burning.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
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"You seem more focused today than yesterday... which is good because you would make a rotten usher." He then works on Azhar's insults, seeming to encourage the young assimar to picture the director's face on each of the actor's.
Azhar redoubles his efforts. Time is growing very, very short.
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Azhar redoubles his efforts. Time is growing very, very short.
A smile? Nah, must have imagined it, Nonon doesn't smile.