Character Dinner Party

East Balcony

"To be fair, blade magic wasn't developed recently. If I remember correctly, there were people who used it in Arthur's time," Caer replied. "I can't think of any new types of magic that have cropped up in recent years. There's Uffern-based magic, but that's more adapting to use a new power source, and one with a terrible cost at that."

Guinevere looked back at the door to the dining area before giving Caer a stern glance. Caer noticed, and returned it with an odd look of her own. "Let me guess, you want to go get your food now?" Guinevere nodded before turning to Daniel and bowing her head, as if to say "goodbye."

"Apologies to end the conversation so soon, but we're going to have to go eat. Gwinny's meal is probably about done." Caer elaborated.

[West Balcony]

The food finally arrives. Cyrus shoves the dice into Jonathan's face and digs in.

Jonathan bounces the dice in his palm and snickers at Cyrus, who appeares to be testing how much his mouth can stretch. "Fencing always seemed pretty dumb to me. It's like swordfighting for pussies as far as I'm concerned. Make your guesses, boys."

[West Balcony]

Wylfing laughs, "Quite a few disputes are settle with live steel, fencing is something people can do because they can use a sword, not the other way around." His eyes shift over to Cyrus and he smirks, even starving peasants seemed to eat with more dignity than this at times.

Phoebus stares at Johnathan, "I think it was your turn to get hammered if I wasn't mistaken. Shouldn't it be yours?"

[West Balcony]

"Aw, fine." Jonathan tosses the dice to Wylfing with a flick of his wrist. "Four, six, eight."

While he waits for Wylfing to roll, he cuts a bite of filet mignon. "Damn good food here. Well, do you two know what guns are? I think I mentioned them, and you didn't say anything about it, so I just wanna make sure."

[[West Balcony]]

Wylfing rolls the dice and looks up at Johnathan. "You live another day. And yes we do, we took a stop on a world before this. You can't exactly get tuxedos where we come from."

Phoebus raises an eyebrow, "Mentioning, does Erina usually wear a dress? I thought the elves normally went naked to things...."

Wylfing taps the table impatiently. "She's the technical ambassador she's had to do this before." He takes a sip of whisky and looks over at Johnathan. "So yeah, guns?"

edited 13th Aug '12 11:19:30 PM by Aqueos

[West Balcony]

"Duels where we come from go like this." Jonathan has another bite of meat before going on. "The two guys stand back to back, holding up their guns, then they walk away, then turn around and whoever doesn't die wins. Whose turn is it now?"

[West Balcony]

Phoebus looks up from a bite of the haggis, "Seems kind of boring. Not much of a spectacle. Can't they do something fun? Naked mud wrestling to the death! Hey Wylfing, are you still taking me up on that offer from before?"

Wylfing nearly chokes on his ceviche before passing the dice back to Johnathan.

"Six seven eight." His cheeks being to turn pink again.

[West Balcony]

"Maybe Vespers do naked mud wrestling. Sounds fun."

Cyrus shakes his head emphatically.

"Shame. But anything involving dicks, vaginas, boobs, or asses in the Republic is kind of... banned. Unless you're showing those things to your legally wedded partner of the opposite sex or you're a doctor that needs to look at something. As you can imagine, medical school is popular."

Jonathan rolls. "Ten. Drink up, sucker."

[West Balcony]

Wylfing continues to drink at the rate he has been, the beer disappears as if it is water.

Phoebus laughs at the medical school comment, "Oh they'd get a kick out of the elvish. They're so against waste they generally don't wear clothes, and when they do it's for human benefit. Or something. I never saw the bother with a bunch of naked people. Now Wylfie here kept having problems, he couldn't...."

Wylfing's cheeks continue to darken. "It's your turn you know."

"Fine, three eight nine."

edited 15th Aug '12 11:42:45 PM by Aqueos

[Inside Tables]

Linna finished her meal and looked to her companion. "You're done. Already." He was ordinarily a slow eater.

"I didn't order much." Sanderson replied. "The food here is...too refined, for my tastes." He was busy looking around the room.

[East Balcony]

Haruka glided into the balcony lit by gently burning lamps and a dimming twilight sky. She spotted Stellark towering over two boys that look to be her physical age. She smiled and walked quicker towards her consort and his new companions.

"Hello, I am Haruka Murakami. Pleased to meet you."

[East Balcony]

Adam had turned around for two seconds before hearing Haruka's voice. Fixing his collar, he turned around and smiled.

"Hi, Haruka." He said, "I'm Adam, and that's Nick over there." He pointed his older friend, who was still talking to Cain. "Nice to meet you too."

[Dining hall]

A lone creature floated into the dining hall an inch from the floort. Its body, blue and transluscent isn't solid, blue free energy swirls around the being's form; that of a young women in a strapless dress, her hair up in a bun. In its chest a spherical blue solid stone levitates, spinning and pulsing into an oval; around it occasionally another form seems to appear, ranging from birds to fish to a man.

For now it was a she, all beings other than the ethereal seemed to prefer attaching a gender and sex to things, and it had been said it better suited her than he. She'd arrived late on purpose, the dining as impressive of a display it was to her was of no use; as she did not need nourishment from outside sources nor could she partake if she wanted to. She hadn't wanted to sit around as people ate while she changed bits of her form to amuse herself.

As she floats towards the room she gazes in wonder. There's an elegance to the decor and food that she hasn't seen in her people's cities, there's elegance without excessive ornamentation. There's a couple in odd clothing she hasn't seen before, so she simply seats herself across from them hoping they will initiate chatter so she knows what plane to approach them from. She'd rather not startle them with her primary means of communication.

To make myself infinitely clear the pair is Sanderson and Linna, I'm addressing night

edited 15th Aug '12 10:29:35 PM by Aqueos

[West Balcony]

"You can really hold your liquor, huh?" Cyrus finally looks up from his food.

Jonathan rolls. "Three. Hey, why don't you two roll for a while? I haven't eaten a lot and I don't want this to get cold."

"It's good." Cyrus waves a forkful of lamb in front of Jonathan's face. "I took some of your steak while you were busy, so have this."

"Uh... okay. You thieving bastard." He allows Cyrus to feed him a few bites before digging into his own plate. "Three, four, twelve."

edited 15th Aug '12 11:39:46 PM by SnowyFoxes

[West Balcony]

Wylfing snatches up the dice and laughs, "As a blessed I'm resistant to poison, alcohol counts. Phoebus has a bit of resistance through a joining ritual the elves put us through, still..."

Phoebus smiles at the scene before him before turning his head towards Wylfing, "I'd rather drink wine then contaminated water, unlike you I can't just shrug off some random pathogen. So yes I've been consuming alcohol since I was eight."

He shrugs, "Not much else you can do."

"You could have just put in a few drops of whiskey. And actually I was going to say all considering you don't manage very well."

"Manage this."

Phoebus goes in for a peck kissing Wylfing on the lips momentarily during which Wylfing rolls the dice across the table. They stop in front of Johnathan, displaying a three and a six.

edited 15th Aug '12 11:55:26 PM by Aqueos

[West Balcony]

"Cy, if we left these two alone in a room, how long would it take for them to rip their clothes off?"

"Not long," he says flatly.

Jonathan laughs as he pours the beer for his punishment. "Honestly, what else do you two do together?"

East Balcony -> Tables

After saying farewell to Daniel, Guinevere and Caer returned to their table. Again, it seemed no one had taken their seats, no taken away the food that was still sitting there. Guinevere sat down and leaned back again, while Caer started sipping from her glass of papaya juice. Sure enough, Guinevere's suspicion about her order being ready was correct - a few minutes after she sat down, the waiter came out with a plate of General Tso's Chicken.

The waiter then asked Caer if she wanted to order anything. The fairy thought for a few moments, looked at the appetizers they had gathered, and ultimately shook her head. Although she was annoyed that Guinevere ordered without her, it was probably for the better - the appetizers were enough to satisfy her hunger; a plate of food the size of Guinevere's meal was a bit too large for a fairy.

While Guinevere was eating (and, judging by the look on her face, happy that she had decided to order something that wasn't in Briton), Caer took a look around and spotted the rather odd-looking woman sitting a few tables away. She didn't say anything or mention the newcomer's presence to Guinevere, and she only looked for a few moments before fluttering down to the grapes Guinevere had picked earlier and digging into them again.

-West Balcony-

Roy and Morgana has finished their meal. "Boy, I'm stuffed." Morgana said. "Sorry if you guys had to see all this, but we don't get chances like this very often."

The two then see the group. "Uh... We didn't interrupt anything, did we?"

edited 16th Aug '12 4:50:00 AM by DiurnalBrocolli

[[West Balcony]]

Wylfing manages to ward Phoebus off him. "We used to fence but now I'm too fast for him. We can't really go out in public and he's actually been off attempting to find ways to move around the peasants while I play the fun dance of not getting killed and human politics. It's tiring; tearing down an old order isn't exactly easy."

Phoebus looks up from his haggis "Essentially recently... no. I guess we went shopping yesterday. We actually did a lot of things on our little pit stop before we got here. As for the clothing? Wylfing has a spell for that, no ripping required."

Wylfing's cheeks seem to burn.

edited 16th Aug '12 11:46:53 PM by Aqueos

[East Balcony]

Haruka gave a large, warm smile. Cain off-handedly noted how happy she seemed. He may seem like he doesn't care, but perhaps something deep and hidden inside him does deeply care and love the girl.

I'll be wandering off. Have fun.

"So, tell me about the world that you came from," she said, trying to keep her tone formal but her excitement spilled out into her words.

Cain nibbled on a piece of the cheese-bread as he watched a group of people nearby talk about blade magic. He knew the theory of it, and once tried it as a kid (with poor results), but he never actually made a fully formed blade before. Perhaps he could join their conversation, or at least watch them in a distance, but they looked as though they were already breaking off. Or maybe he could consider going indoors and having some dinner. He was getting quite hungry.

edited 17th Aug '12 4:16:08 PM by Tehpillowstar

[Tables]

For some reason the couple just didn't seem interested in doing anything at the moment, and she'd noticed the nearby..... well whatever that thing was had taken an interest in her. Her form breaks up and surrounds the orb with a blue mist before moving to the other table within an instant. As her form reappears she decides to be more assertive this time around, she'd rather not be blown off.

So how are you two doing this evening? It's Alatrice by the way.

Her form has reappeared completely so she smiles I hope you don't mind the telepathy, I generally don't use sound waves to communicate as it's harder for me.

edited 17th Aug '12 6:04:56 PM by Aqueos

-West Balcony-

"Well, since we're done with dinner, think we should leave?" Morgana said.

"Yeah..." Roy said. "Besides, don't we have an eyebrow to pierce?"

AND THEN EVERYTHING EXPLODED.

LUCKILY, ROY AND MORGANA ESCAPED, BECAUSE THERE WAS AN EYEBROW TO PIERCE.

EVERYONE ELSE DIED, BECOMING GHOSTS RIPE FOR PUNCHING.

THE END.

edited 23rd Aug '12 6:09:06 PM by Collen