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Friday, Tempestas 22
The kingdom of Vale was in a flurry of excitement. Their beloved princess Arturia was finally getting married tomorrow! The news had come so suddenly, and the kingdom's finest had been preparing for this event for an entire month. One could walk into the city and feel the excitement in the air. This weekend would be filled with joy and reveling in honor of the new royal couple.
However, strangely enough, the princess' groom was not as enthusiastic. He sat alone in the Bird of Prey, the hub for the specialized adventurers named Hunters in the kingdom of Vale. His wife-to-be had graciously thought of inviting Hunters in general to the ceremony and reception, hoping that her new husband would see old friends from his time adventuring and make new ones. Arturia was turning out to be a lovely woman, kind and beautiful.
And yet, he felt perturbed by her strange charity. She had also extended the invitation to anyone who could make it to the clearing on the cliffs to the east of the city, which was more or less an invitation for Faunus to appear. And this troubled Wayne Eisenmann, the reputed Iron Man of Dust. On one hand, he couldn't bear the thought of Faunus attending one of the biggest events of his life. And on the other, he felt strange, that for some reason Arturia's decision was correct despite his misgivings.
He put his head in his hands. Oh, he was hopeless. If only someone else had saved the king's life earlier this summer. He probably wouldn't have spent all his time so far in Vale otherwise, waiting for the event that was only a day away now.
Come one, come all, to the Kingdom of Vale!
edited 26th Nov '15 3:51:04 PM by Insano
So A Blonde Inventor Walks Into A Bar...
A young man who the groom-to-be should very much be familiar with had soon entered The Bird of Prey bar. Golden blonde hair, goggles on his head, black vest with short beige sleeves and brown gloves, and gray pants with brown shoes, this was none other than Tempestas Aurion, the protege of famed Mantlean inventor Miles DeWitt. He and Wayne had been both friends, and rivals in the Mantle inventors community for quite some time now, so it was not much of a surprise that he would come to this wedding once the invitation was sent out.
"Wayne Eisenmann. It has been some time, has it not?", the young Aurion man said as he greeted Wayne.
edited 26th Nov '15 4:00:06 PM by TheHailStormer
Bird of Prey
"What, still sore about the winter presentation, Tempestas?" Wayne replied with a chuckle. Although he'd greeted his fellow countryman with a jab, the prince consort-to-be was glad to see a familiar face here before him. He knew the Aurion inventor as a respectable young man like himself, who came from nothing to be recognized as one of the leading minds in his generation.
At least the ceremony won't be absolutely lonesome.
edited 26th Nov '15 4:32:07 PM by Insano
"Just still getting used to the Vale climate, old friend. This is the first time I've been outside of Mantle, and already it is much warmer here than back at home.", Tempestas replied with a slight smile. "So, I hear you are getting wed to royalty?"
Light footsteps approached Wayne, followed by the sound of sarcastic applause.
"Well, congratulations, my lord, you seem to be moving up in the world!" spat out the woman who had approached with savage sarcasm, tone absolutely dripping with venom.
Ragnelle Silvaria Vale, bastard though she was, loved her sister dearly and was outraged at the proclamation that Arturia would be given out like a prize to this man, as if she was a prized mare. The fact that Wayne was a fellow adventurer and somewhat a friend made it sting even more.
Elle saw this as a personal betrayal.
Dust cloak wrapped around herself, and a fierce scowl on her face, Elle grabbed Wayne by the shoulder and turned him so that he would look her in the eye.
"Why, Wayne?! Why are you doing this?! I told you about my sister...she's far too gentle for this sort of thing. An arranged marriage? What is wrong with you?!"
A hulking figure in black armor followed the Bastard Princess into the bar, the metal clothing obscuring her body entirely as she entered, several large swords strapped to her back. Those who had been in battle as of late might have recognized the large figure's armor as that of the Dreadknight, Sanfar Onyx Wylde. "Look, Ragnelle, yelling at him isn't going to fix anything, no. It's happening, sad to say, and yet perhaps she has wanted this to happen Not that I am any more pleased than you." She spoke, her voice echoing out of her helmet as she looked down at them before taking a seat, her armor clinking as she moved.
In truth, Sanfar did not actually care for this manner of politics.
edited 26th Nov '15 4:51:11 PM by RomanianInquisitor
Wayne was about to answer Tempestas, but then the other princess of Vale and the Dreadknight herself entered the Bird of Prey, turning heads as the royal family seemed to begin another squabble.
"Well, I'm sorry, Elle," Wayne replied quickly in his defense, not turning away from her gaze and replying with his own neutral expression, not wanting to cower before an adventurer he had come to see as a peer in Dust. "I didn't realize your brother would decree this in return for saving his life." At the memory of his most recent foray into Vale, Wayne still stifled at the scene that played out before him.
In fact, I still don't understand this decision. Wouldn't it be more prudent to marry Arturia to promising noble or warrior? Wayne wondered if Elle had contemplated this as well.
edited 26th Nov '15 5:00:38 PM by Insano
Ahyan was seated in some off corner, idly sipping at some Valoran ale as he wrote in his book.
But then Ragnelle decided to make her entrance.
He spat the ale in his mouth out in surprise, the classic spit take, then stared at her yelling at Wayne. This was definitely not the reunion he was expecting. The scarf around his neck was now pulled up over his face a little as he sat in his isolated corner of the room. Granted, his style was not the same as those around him, so he was probably noticeable regardless.
He just did not want to make things more awkward than they had to be... but he was seated directly in her line of sight.
Angela stood behind the bar pouring drinks to patrons, having bribed the normal bartender to take the night off. She was unworried about being recognized not by the Princess who she had met several of time (at night, while concealing her face) or the others (who would not likely know of her in the first place.) That in addition to a different hair style and dirt on the ex-assassin's face meant she would be difficult to identify correctly.
And so she stood and served and wondered in amazement at the lax security surrounding this event. I could slay two important figures in a matter of moments and no one would be any wiser. She slid over to the section of the bar by Regnelle and Sanfar. "Oi? Wot' you two be havi'n?" She asked, adopting a suitable peasant accent.
edited 27th Nov '15 1:16:16 AM by guyshane
From a darker corner of the bar, a gruff and thickly accented voice bellowed "Will you two kindly silence yourselves? Some of us are trying to drink in peace here"
Leaning back into his seat, Sir Ulric began to address his Squire "Now, Gerhart, when we arrive, I will be leaving you by yourself for a good while, I trust that you can handle yourself while I'm away?"
Gerhart nodded, keeping silent for time being. He really hadn't interacted much with anyone outside of The Order, but he'd do his best to not get into any fights while on his lonesome.
"Good lad" beamed Ulric, clapping the younger man on the shoulder.
edited 26th Nov '15 5:31:42 PM by Eachiunn
Tempestas gave merely a silent glare at the princess who'd just burst in and started assaulting Wayne with her words. It almost seemed like she was itching for a fight, which he'd hoped would not come to pass. How rude of her..., he thought to himself, Surely if she had a problem with this wedding, she could be more...tactful about it...
edited 26th Nov '15 5:33:14 PM by TheHailStormer
“Ragnelle, please calm down,” said a voice from the direction the princess came from. “Wayne had as little say in the matter as your sister.”
Into the main room entered a man who would be familiar to at least a few in the room. His raven hair, piercing violet eyes and dark cloak gave him away as the eccentric Lord Corundum – or Sir Vladimir Krigsvart, as he preferred his fellows to call him.
“I am not saying that the matter doesn't bother me,” Vlad said, his gaze focused on Elle. “But you are essentially getting mad at a pawn in a chess game.”
Ragnelle's hands shook as she tried to keep herself from exploding. Sanfar's and Wayne's words washed over her. Even Vlad was talking her down. They were right.
But her sister!
They were right...
It was Galatine's fault...
After a long moment, Ragnelle let out a deep breath and her expression changed from angry to worried.
She ignored everyone else and focused on her new brother in law.
"Wayne. Arturia is...she's naive. She's fragile. She'll be swept up in Vale's game of thrones. My sister. Please don't hurt her. Take care of her...please." her voice had become soft.
At that moment, she spotted...someone. Oh. By the gods. Not him.
Ragnelle's face turned a deep crimson, and she subconciously drew herself into her cloak, covering her face and body.
....Ragnelle never blushed. And she sure as hell did not act like a flustered schoolgirl!
edited 26th Nov '15 5:44:22 PM by GrimHelm
Tempestas 22nd - The Eve of the Angel's Wedding
"We all have our duties, Lady Ragnelle."
Somewhere behind Sanfar was a figure wearing the simple garb of a servant of the House of Vale. An unremarkable figure of dark blue eyes and weatherbeaten skin, were it not for the size and breadth of him, almost matching the armored woman.
Where Ragnelle of Vale tread, it was sure that Benkei Shirobara was sure to follow. He followed her into the bar now, his mighty arms crossed as he stood sentinel over his relatively-tiny mistress, glowering at the other patrons.
"True enough, as this gentleman said." Came another familiar voice. A silver-haired man in a thick red cloak has just closed his book that he was reading in the meantime, smiling softly at the gathering. "If there is anyone you wish to be angry at, that would be our good king."
Shuffling the grimoire into its case, Benedict Remington nodded in a greeting. "Good to see you, Elle, although I take you do not enjoy the ceremony."
His eyes briefly shifted towards where she was looking, regarding the foreign-dressed man, clearly flustered over something. Seemed like they had some history, if that blush was of any indication.
edited 26th Nov '15 5:46:36 PM by FergardStratoavis
It was not hard to hear the approach of a woman in black and white cloak, but this was not due to herself at all, but rather the large metal machine she was hanging off the side of, each step hitting the ground with a loud clang, and smoke bellowing out of its stacks like some form of misguided steam engine.
If it was not for the fact that hunters were known for there... eccentricities this machine would have probably drawn more then a little bit of attention, this was not however something Yuzuki minded one bit, any attention dynamo drew was attention that was not on herself.
Once she was closely, she let go of the handle on the machines left side, and jumped out of the grip of its left arm, landing lightly to the ground, and looking at the door.
She had come all this way, but she was still a little bit nervous about entering, with a small sigh, she looked at the ground, covering as much of herself as she could with her hood and wandering inside.
Angela cursed internally as Vlad entered the bar. While she had never met the man personally she was aware of him and some of the odd jobs he had taken up over the years. Someone who was slightly more likely to identify her was outside of calculations.
More people seemed to be entering and adding to the confusion surrounding the bar. One more voice couldn't hurt the situation at this point. "Oi! Pricks! Ya' plannin' on orderin' or do I have to toss ya' out on yer arses?" She snapped at the assembled crowd.
edited 27th Nov '15 1:35:43 AM by guyshane
"Evening Wayne, lovely night, congratulations. Evening witch, hope my bone charms are working correctly tonight. Bartender, I'd like that IPA on the top shelf there, the Magical Mother, yes, thank you, here's the money, have a nice night."
In one swift motion, Arrluk Bracatus greeted the groom and the one other person he knew here, snagged a tankard of dark, heavily-spiced beer, and sauntered away to another table. Scrimshaw charms in the shapes of swords and stars dangled from his clothes, fine tanned hides and furs that he'd bothered to actually clean up for the occasion. His dark hair had been done up in a slightly more sensible and orderly fashion, and he'd even elected not to wear any head protection so that everyone could see his face. He sized up the... many Hunters here. Most he vaguely recognized from an odd job or pub gathering, but he had no idea of names. He was, however, fairly certain they all knew Wayne somehow, which meant he could do this.
Arrluk took a seat opposite Ulric. "Excuse me, sir, do you mind if I sit here for a moment? Just wanted to have a drink before the wedding. Are you here for that?" Of course he was, but he didn't see the place rented out for it, so it was worth a check.
Not paying attention to Elle's blush, Wayne nodded in reply to his friend's plea. "I promise, Elle. I will take care of your sister as long as she'll have me."
Looking at the crowd gathered around him, Wayne cleared his throat and stood up. "Well, I suppose you're all taking up space standing about here. Let's go to a larger table, shall we?" With that Wayne went over to a pair of larger rectangular tables in the Bird of Prey, enough to seat ten people each.
Twin hells, she had noticed him.
Slowly he pulled his scarf down, revealing his face. Then he waved over to her slowly.
"Hey. Elle. It's.. been awhile, hasn't it?" he called out, standing up and putting his notebook back in his pocket. This was one of many, and the latest of a series of volumes detailing his daily life as a hunter and etc. etc.
Granted, he had omitted the rather unnecessary parts of that life. Those didn't need to be written.
"I shall kindly have a glass of whiskey.", Tempestas replied in response to Angela's question, before moving to the tables that Wayne had pointed out to the group. Glad that little...argument seems to be out of the way..., he thought as he took a seat next to Wayne.
Sanfar waved off Angela. "I'll have the usual, fri-..." She paused for a moment and turned to Angela narrowing her eyes for a second. "...Right, well, I suppose if you're new he left a note for you on what Sanfar Wylde likes." She said with a sigh before turning to the rest of the procession. "Ah, Sir Benedict, how nice to see you again~" She cooed to the slightly older man as she gave him a bow and a saucy wink before turning her attentions to the others.
The Narwhal faunus didn't concern her until her lady picked a fight with him, something she assumed was an inevitability. The man from Vacuo she recognized from the few times she had seen him with her liege. Wayne she didn't care about, he was marrying Ragnelle's sister, so she supposed she should guard him as well. Tempestas she cared even less for. Vlad she recognized as one of Ragnelle's friends, although her memory of the man ended there, save for some rumors about him and draining blood from maidens. Right, like he has it in him to do that. She thought to herself with a chuckle.
The Knights in the corner intrigued her, they were from the Order of Siegfried if she guessed correctly, judging by their armor. "I am surprised to see Members of Siegfried's order in this part of the world. On Business I presume?" She asked them as she walked over.
Gerhart shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Arrluk sat down next to him. Quickly picking up on his squire's discomfort, Ulric quietly said "Technically speaking, yes we are here for the wedding. And while I don't care where you sit, my squire might."
Gerhart continued to sit in silence as Ulric spoke. Quietly drawing his dagger and a partially carved piece of wood, Gerhart continued his work on a small wooden figure of an armored knight that somewhat resembled Ulric.
Looking to Sanfar, Ulric placed a hand on his sword's pommel and said "You would be correct. Am I safe in assuming you come to us bearing no ill will?"
"That depends. Do you come as an enemy of the crown? Then I should have to kill you. If not, then I merely welcome you as a friend." Sanfar said with a nod of her armored head and a gesture to the two. "Apologies. I am Sanfar Onyx Wylde. And you are?"
Still staring at his carving, Gerhart muttered "We are not here as enemies to the crown, nor as friends."
Burying his face in his hands as Gerhart spoke, Ulric was beginning to wish that he had taught Gerhart more about tact during the past seven years.
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