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Samuel Wordsworth
Book maker/seller

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#15
You learn to stand alone at last
So brave, and bold, and strong, and stout
I don't care.

Jack, in only a few lines of response, screwed up all of Sam's party confidence and expertly tossed it into the ocean. For a moment he just froze, hand still between them and feet not moving no much how he begged them to run him off the beach, into the water if necessary, just anywhere but where he currently was.

"..Right. Um. Sorry, I.." Mumbling so Jack probably wouldn't be able to tell what he was actually saying, Sam awkwardly wandered off, not going to watch any of the women: it would only bore him anyhow, and that was a whole social conundrum in itself. What was the polite way to react to a dance? Clap? Was he meant to look at their butts? Was it ruder if he did or not?

Thankfully when he turned around he saw Zeph, someone he knew and liked, which was a rare occurrence for this party. Sam began to walk towards his housemate before he even considered the men around him, and by the time he was there it was too late to stop. Having 'learnt' from his earlier encounter he casually nodded his head and tried to lean back with his hands in his pockets. "..H...Hey."
You learn somehow to like the dark, even love the doubt
SAMUEL
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Ronin Taliesin
the Supernova


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#16
is there a price to burn this paradise?
Ronin had been given a night off.

A whole night off, and whilst it wasn't even 10% as fun as it would have been with Remi at his side, he had promised his husband that he would enjoy himself enough for both of them.

And he would, as Remi would no doubt find when the Star attempted to climb the steps home later on, only to tangle himself up in his own legs and give up. But that was future Ronin's problem.

Present Ronin arrived already pleasantly buzzed (read: smashed, but not aware of it yet) and made his way directly to where Nate, Sunjata and Melita were mingling.

Obviously, he made his presence known by slipping his hand into Sunjata's - the one not occupied by Nate, of course. "Hallo," he said brightly.
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#17
you must burn brighter than ever
“I suppose,” she instigated with a grand grin, her eyes flickering back and forth towards Sunjata and Nate; taking the hand offered, but listening to everything else assembled in the wake. “Popping a stitch?” Her brow arched, and then that gilded gaze narrowed, caustic, seditious inspections of his person. “What did you do this time?” Was there a time when he wasn’t injured, ridiculous, or otherwise incapacitated? The youth could assume no dragons had been involved, or any other deadly trail – she likely would’ve heard of those insinuations through the Torchline grapevine.

Her eyes rounded back to Nate, intending to launch into some other lecture (wasn’t Nate supposed to look after him – or was that her job too? It was all very confusing, perplexing, and asinine).

Even more so, when Ronin appeared, and took Sunjata’s hand. Something was missing here; and her mind whirled in a circular notion of constant confusion, addled, rattled, brows furrowing briefly before returning back to their usual, defiant state. “Hi Ronin.” Maybe he was drunk, before the party?
Melita
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
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#18
my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
Despite the words that leave Nate’s lips, Sunjata flashes him an innocent smile – as much of one as he could, before his attention focuses on Melita again. “I’ll behave…” Sunjata mutters after, there’s some sort of glint to his gaze with that before he snorts and shakes his head. Melita takes his hand, however, and he pulls her a bit closer. “I got into a fight with some people who were stealing. One of them stabbed me.” His shoulders rise and fall with that, as if it was part of the job, even though it had been so long since he’d been stabbed like that, and all of it seemed to pull memories back.

Then, a hand slips into his, and he half expects it to be Nate – prepared to turn to him and flash a small innocent grin as if he hasn’t done anything (which to be fair, he hasn’t, really, at least.) “That was fast, barely gave me any time to get into trouble.” He turns his head toward the man, giving his hand a squeeze as it registers and the man says hello – quite drunk – and Melita says hi after. There’s a light snort leaving him as he looks to the other blue eyed man. “Hello Ronin.” He offers with a quiet chuckle.

Seems like your party started early, huh? I’m jealous.” A raise of a dark brow given toward the star, a small smirk crossing his face before his gaze flickers in search of the Ascended before falling back on Melita. “We were about to dance if you wanted to join in on the fun.” Even if Ronin didn’t, Sunjata tugs at the other man’s hand as well as Melita’s to get it started.
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
SUNJATA
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Raza Ekambe
Owner of the Hanged Man

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#19
how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
Now? Yes, yes I am warm. Earlier I was cold. But maybe having it on was the plan all along, knowing whose eyes might be watching from the darker fringes of the bonfire.

As El pulls me closer and dips a finger into the waistband of my shorts, I grin wickedly back at her, caught in the shine of her eyes and the flicker of firelight on her skin. “Maybe I left it on just so you could take it off.  And what is she wearing underneath it? Underneath her shorts? Might be something pretty ‘n lacey, might be nothin’ at all.

I take a generous sip and put my glass into the other hand, letting the colder, damp fingers reach for her outer thigh and trail up to the slit of her skirt if she’ll let me. “Nice skirt. Convenient.” Easy access is always appreciated, and I know I’m not the only one to think that.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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#20
you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Whatever drama there is going on around the drinks is ignored, Nate sidling by with an easy grin, quick hands reaching into the boxes to grab three bottles, not a glance spared to what they contain before he's turning. And, unfortunately, catching Samuel's eyes. A rough grin spreads over his lips as he moves past the other man, words on his lips but not quite making it out into the air, not yet. Might as well avoid ruining things, at least so early in the evening.

"Did you really replace me so fast?" He asks with a whine as he returns to Sunjata's side, something that wasn't quite jealousy, but wasn't quite not jealousy rising up as his eyes immediately focused on the hands clasped together. It's a feeling fixed easily enough though, his arm wrapping around the attuned's shoulders as he comes back. "Seems like we've got some catching up to do." He offers by way of greeting towards Ronin, his toothy grin warm. A bottle is offered out to Sunjata and Melita each, the latter with a conspirators wink, hoping it helps her to ignore her worries for the night. Questions can be answered later.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
Ronin Taliesin
the Supernova


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#21
is there a price to burn this paradise?
He had started his party early, and they did have some catching up to do, it was true. Nodding brightly to Melita and glancing up as Nate returned, he couldn't help but chuckle to them. "Listen, I don't get out often no more," he told them by way of explanation; and they would see, quite clearly, that there was no Remi in sight, or Seren for that matter. Ronin had been released to take on the world, and he'd be damned if he wasn't making the most of it.

So when Sunjata suggested dancing, he let the other man go to present Melita with what would have been a perfectly respectable bow from a once-upon-a-time baron, made significantly more roguish by the copious amount of alcohol. "A wonderful idea," he said. "May I have this dance, Melita?"
Zephyr Kawaianu
Smuggler / Guildmaster

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#22

took back my heart but it's never been the same
Aaaaand there's a familiar arm and voice and finally, belatedly, face. "Been a while, James." The younger man doesn't seem to have changed at all, his attention quickly leaving you in favor of Saiden, and man, are they gonna make sex on the beach a real thing or what?

"Saiden, James. James, Saiden. Saiden's one'a Jack's crew. Saiden, don' let this one near yer ass- you'll think it's a friendly squeeze, an' then he's robbed ya blind." The humor is bright in your voice and eyes, expression easing a little from its earlier discomfort by the simple ease of familiarity. This is a life you used to fit into so well, and it feels good to step back into, chaos and flirting and all.

You glance where James indicates people dying, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "They look alive t'me. But if you're bringin' people drinks, I'll take a double'a rum." Scooting out of James' embrace, you stride forward to help Saiden cook.

And then Sam, poor soul, appears, having evidently struck out with Jack. No surprise there.

Flipping over a vegetable skewer (ew, why), you wave Sam closer. "Oy, lads- this here's Sam. He's one'uv t'grounders stayin' for the season. Sam, Saiden an' James. Only one'uv 'em bites regularly."
maybe love is a young man's game
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#23
you must burn brighter than ever
Perhaps all this fighting was part of being the Arbiter, and she couldn’t be one to judge, considering how often she sought to rampage, exploit, and demolish. Instead, a disappointed sigh flickered through her lungs, out into the vestiges and ether of the party, though what the disgruntled fixtures could be paramount to wasn’t readily known (for him being wounded, or that he constantly put himself in those ranges). Then she brightened and blistered, opting out of spiraling into some configuration of angst and melancholy, a bitter twist to her jaw – the ebullient grin, etched in barbaric devilry, resounded and remained. “You let them get the better of you?” A tilt of her head, more sprite, more nymph, more conflagrations embedded between stalwart gazes and gilded formations. “Maybe we shouldn’t let you dance after all.” A wrinkle to her nose indicating she was partially kidding; if he was hurt or in danger of making everything worse, she’d make sure Sunjata stayed on the sidelines.

Nate’s reappearance allowed her attention to deviate, both brows rising as she watched the interplay between Ascended and Dark Star, waiting for something to happen, there to fan the flames or douse the embers. Except Nate seemed to handle it far better than she expected, and there was a shrug to her shoulders through it all, a grateful smile on her lips as she took the offered drink.

Ronin was already a bit far gone – and didn’t expect the attention to swing towards her. Taking a swig of her beverage, the youth laughed, an acceptance already on her lips. “Of course,” a pathetic form of a curtsy followed, along with an ebullient, exuberant laugh. She handed her drink to Sunjata, a wink presiding there, before subsequently leaping, bounding, and dragging Ronin along.
Melita
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

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#24
my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
I got them well enough. It’s only fair I suppose they got something back.” He replies to Melita, a wide grin crossing his face before it fades as Ronin approaches and the thought of dancing certainly takes over any regrets or reflection on what he’d just done.

The familiar lilt of Nate’s voice vibrating at his side has Sunjata fully relaxing now — as much as he could despite the slight discomfort to his stomach — and he leans into the arm around him, taking the drink when it’s offered and finally flashing that innocent grin. “Never.” It’s a quiet hum, aimed mostly for Nate’s ears only, when Ronin and Melita both seem to occupy themselves with the dance and he gets designated as the holder of the drinks.

He raises a brow to Melita, almost considering sticking his tongue out at her before he simply lifts his chin a bit. “If it’s gone by the time you’re done it’s your fault.” He offers her, before a light laugh leaves him and he takes a sip from his drink, giving Nate his full attention after watching Ronin give a somewhat formal bow. “Gods I went to too many balls, that type of bow is ingrained in my head.” There’s a soft whine to his voice, before he finds a place to put Melita’s drink to the side (a rock of some sort probably), before he reaches for Nate to pull him close for a bit more of a less formal dance, especially one without much movement. “I won’t move too much, I promise.” He smirks, shifting to some sort of swaying motion because that’s really all he can do.

It’s something at least.
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
SUNJATA
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Delta Ngata
Explorer

Age: 26 | Height: 5'4 | Race: Mermaid | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline
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#25
Every day's a little harder as I feel my power grow
Things were getting very interesting on the beach from what Delta could tell, but also she’s kinda getting bored behind the rocks. Yeah, eavesdropping is fun and all, but she wants to talk to someone... also that meat low key sounds super delicious and she wants to try this cooked meat stuff.

Ducking down into the water, she started to swim closer to the beach, checking to see if anyone was maybe in the water that she could steal food from, but alas, no such luck yet. And so: she waited. Maybe someone would come into the water or maybe someone would notice her, either way she wanted some action and she was going to get it.
Don't you know there's part of me that longs to go into the unknown?
DELTA
Lily Balfour
Entertainer

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#26
Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner
While she doesn’t want to overstay her welcome with Lirsi, when her new friend had mentioned that there was going to be a party on the beach, the entertainer just had to say another night or two before heading back to the Grounds. A beautiful fish out of water, in over her head but ready to cause some mischief, some fights, some confused and temporarily ardent adorers.

After all, she’d told Sunjata she wanted to have a little fun. What’s more fun than being fought over?

Liberally applying the perfume, Lily dresses in a gauzy, almost see-through ensemble, stitched with gold and shiny red thread to create some swirling, abstract, flame-like patterns. Bidding her friend adieu and hoping that she’ll join her on the beach, when Lily is free of the door she shifts to the Nightingale and heads towards the water, quickly able to spot the party by the torches and the gathering of people.

She drops in by the bar, shifts back to her flame-licked self and promptly gets herself a drink before turning and surveying the crowd,

Familiar faces all around… and then some beautifully exotic strangers. Twinkling blue eyes stare out from beneath an intrigued expression. Where to start, where to start?

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Samuel Wordsworth
Book maker/seller

Age: 34 | Height: 5' 5" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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#27
You learn to stand alone at last
So brave, and bold, and strong, and stout
Sam gave Zeph a thankful look as the man introduced him to the crowd, feeling at least a little more at ease when he knew one of the people involved. Giving his best confident smile to Jack and Saiden, he put his hands in his pockets and stood quietly, happy to let any conversation continue without him so he could pretend he was a part of it: that was how you socialised at parties, right?
You learn somehow to like the dark, even love the doubt
SAMUEL
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Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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#28
you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Regardless of the who or why, the surrounding factors, jealousy simmers in Nate's gut. It's not really worth making a big deal of it, not at a party, when the offending party is both super drunk and a Demi-god. He knows it's just a side effect of his current protectiveness anyway, when he thinks about it logically.

Still burns in his throat though.

But Ronin drags Melita away to dance, giving him the chance to simmer into nothing, a wan smile crossing his face as the fiery headed girl left her drink in her uncle's care, at the formal bow the Star offered out. "You went to balls?" He asks, brow cocked, an unvoiced joke sitting on his tongue while he watches the drinks get placed down.

Nate doesn't have to wonder what it is Sunjata is doing for long though, not as he's pulled in to a closer embrace, a slow sway. It has him huffing out a laugh, his hands moving to rest on the attuned's hips gently. The closeness has the rest of the party melting away, Nate immediately content to sway in place with Sunjata the rest of the night.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE


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