From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Cian wears a long trenchcoat the colour of faded denim. It isn't thick, it being Flowerbirth after all, but it is rather stiff and conceals the movement of the man within it well. Raising long fingers to his forehead, Cian presses at the space between his eyebrows as if warding off a headache. A silent gesture indicating his displeasure with their mode of travel, but such is the demands of their work.
"Wonder how they faired." He said in a tone that suggested he wasn't at all interested, but the sparkle in his faded blue eyes suggested otherwise. Glancing out of the corner of his peripheral at the man at his side, Cian reaches into his pocket to pull out an ornate cigarette case, offering one to his counterpart before placing one between his lips. Opting for matches rather than a lighter, he lights his own, hollowing his cheeks as he tugs in the sweet fragrant tobacco rolled within.
07-13-2020, 07:13 PM (This post was last modified: 07-13-2020, 07:36 PM by _Dorian.)
DORIAN
"Does it matter?" he asked with a slight sniff, straightening the cuffs of his impeccable cerulean tweed suit. Unlike his counterpart, his tone was colorful and bright, almost cheery as he asked the rather dark question, eyes more focused on the Grounds dust on his jacket than any curiosity. His own furrowed expression had less to do with the mode of travel and more to do with the place to which they traveled.
Without having to glance he carefully plucked the cigarette from Cian's fingers and placed it between his lips. It was practiced. Comfortable. Familiar. He reached into an inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a lighter, similarly ornate to Cian's case. Slowly but with great purpose he stepped forward, bright blue eyes looking at the sanctuary. Dorian hummed as he inhaled, breath held briefly before exhaling dramatically. "What a...lovely atmosphere." he said, sounding far more earnest than his companion would know him to be.
"Revenge" sounds so mean
That's why I prefer to call it:
'Only for some of them.' Cian said dryly, but agreeably enough. For anyone who knew him anyway. He had a tendency to always sound a bit displeased, a bit frustrated, a bit terse. But that was only because there was always so much on his mind; few knew the details thereof, however. What was more, Cian never really worried too much about what others thought of him. Actions spoke far louder than words after all.
Raising a brow at Dorian's comment, Cian merely savoured the taste of smoke in the back of his throat, before exhaling in a steady stream. Pulling out a piece of well-worn parchment from his pocket, he looked at it for a moment with a casualness that flew in the face of its importance, before handing it over to Dorian. "One apparently has moved to Torchline...Phoebe. Amalia is here. The other two...we needn't bother with them anytime soon, I don't think." Those names being Deimos and Sunjata. "This one—" He pointed towards the name Jigano, "—seems to have up and left."
07-14-2020, 03:02 PM (This post was last modified: 07-14-2020, 03:44 PM by _Dorian.)
DORIAN
Cian's terseness never bothered Dorian. Never had, never would, despite their very different demeanors. It was their differences that made them such a dynamic duo after all. His cheeks pulled taught on the cigarette, holding in the smoke for a moment before blowing smoke rings into the air. Slowly he turned back to his companion, a charming grin having curved his lips. "Lucky for us, those who matter are intact enough." he said, coming back to his colleague's side. If they hadn't been, they wouldn't be here after all.
Dorian took the parchment, scanning it closely. "Yes but...if we get Amalia, this one is likely to follow as well." he said, gesturing to Deimos' name on the page. He continued to stare at it for a moment, plans twisting and turning in his mind - grand schemes taking shape in the name of divine order. Idly he tapped ash onto the floor of the sanctuary. It suited the dusty atmosphere of the place. "Why don't we divide and conquer? You ought to take the girl in Torchline. Rae knows you could use a vacation." he said with a chuckle, grinning at Cian brightly. "If Frey has taken an interest in her she must be awfully pretty..." he said, waggling his brows suggestively.
"Revenge" sounds so mean
That's why I prefer to call it:
'Assuming Finn has done his fucking job, that is.' Cian commented, irish accent making the words sound harsher to ears that might be unused to hearing the Eye speak.
Glancing across at Dorian, denim-blue eyes unwavering, Cian nodded. "If we get Amalia. She seems to be Vi's type. All headstrong and hero. Heart of golda which is both stubborn and full of piss and vinegar." Despite these warm sentiments, Cian didn't sound particularly enthuised. But then, he never really did.
Not bothering to comment nor even really acknowledge Dorian's joke about a vacation, the man pulled in a long breath and let it out silently. He had to resist the urge to clench his teeth at the mention of her being pretty, instead just giving Dorian a long look before tossing his cigarette to the ground and twisting the toe of his shoe upon it.
"Divide and conquer it is. Mind you, I hear this one is pretty too. That one is her husband by all accounts, so watch yourself." Cian mumbles, pointing towards Deimos's name.
"Now, now, Cian, we must keep on the lunatic's good side lest he panic and burn our homes down." he said, chuckling wryly. He didn't particularly think Rosencranz would burn their houses down but...he didn't think he wouldn't either. The flighty, jumpy ones were always so difficult to predict.
Dorian folded up the parchment and held it back out to Cian, taking one last puff of his cigarette before dropping and smashing it with the heel of his shoe. His eyes sparked at his counterpart's words, a little smirk curving thin lips. "Is that a challenge I hear? You know I do like the difficult ones. Always so satisfying when they finally see the light." he said with a dramatic, wistful sigh.
But he sobered slightly at Cian's stare, smiling at him warmly. He understood what went unspoken, far more than any other could claim, and it was for that very reason Dorian would adamantly badger him to happiness if he had to. "Come now, don't you fret about me." he said, grabbing Cian's upper arm with one hand and patting his cheek affectionately with the other. "Try and enjoy yourself, hm? Take your time, relax. For me, if not for yourself, since I will be dealing with Miss Piss and Vinegar?" he said with a chuckle as he released is friend.
"Off you pop now! Don't want to be roaming the streets of Torchline after dark." he said, grinning wide. He turned on his heel and sighed before heading off in search of Vi's Shield.
--FIN
"Revenge" sounds so mean
That's why I prefer to call it:
