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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 9:16:37 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 501: An Old Enemy Team Leader: Axenus Participants: Albella, Aleksei, Alex, Constantine, Leila, Ragnarok, Romeo, Sakhmet, Scarlet, Shiya, Tiffany. Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: The Vindicators have proven themselves more than an occasional nuisance to Aodh. The Court of Peers has determined those “freedom fighters” are dangerous pests and terrorists and need to be dealt with. As such, Axenus, a Chevalier detained by the rabble, has been called to testify to the experience before the assembly of Emins. Question him closely as valuable information could be learned from this encounter. Location: Valore, Hearthstone Palace, Court of Peers Time of Day: Morning Current Weather: Clear, Cool Leader is posted!
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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 10:32:59 GMT -6
Bright. That was the first thing the Chevalier noticed from the first hoof he placed into the Hearthstone Palace, everything bright and annoyingly so. Marble walls, marble floors, and marble ceilings with marble pillars that supported said ceilings, all with gold to accent them. The lights from chandeliers and candles reflected off of the white and gold, beating off into the halls and rooms that made the room shine and seemed to fill them with twinkling stars. All was too much for his too sensitive eyes, not yet used to the light after being kept away in the dark for days, and it was difficult to not squint. They seemed to be much more adjusted to areas covered in darkness and shadows.
His hooves clicked against the hard floor, all shined and polished and so clean one could eat off the floor. The other day he may not have deserved to set hoof in such a pristine place, his own hygiene having been ridiculously neglected with his days away from home, but a fresh bath and a good brushing made him as sparkly as the entire Palace.
Several of his fellow Chevaliers found him not to far from Valore, an exhausted mess and barely able to keep to his hooves after the distance traveled from… the Vindicators camp, he assumed, and back on the road he and the group of Chevalier’s took on their way to Onea. It’d been too much to handle, too much at once, but the Nobles had requested his presence and he was meant to go. Were they surprised he was alive? Were they glad he was back? As the Vindicators had been, would they be as pushy and demanding?
His head dipped lower to peek behind him, to the equines who have escorted him through the Palace, before his eyes glanced up to the ceilings that stood too high above. Everything was just so big and his nerves were getting to him, nipping uncomfortably under his skin. Finally arriving to the courtroom ahead did nothing to help, his ears flicking back from the large room built into a circular shape. Momentarily, the stained glass windows were what caught his attention, taking his focus away from what was going on as he silently examined the colours and designs with the sun reflecting its image onto the floor below.
Ahead, when he finally came to a halt, there was a higher elevated platform in which the Nobles did stand. He eyed each and every one of them, and in turn they had their eyes on him. Never in his life could he remember a situation in which he had to be placed in such a situation, him in a room of Aodh’s most wealthy and important set of equines. It wasn’t a thing about being shy, but more about what would happen with him being there and simply that Nobles made him feel a slight bit nervous in the pit of his stomach.
Nothing of what he felt was shown in his face, his posture strong as it always was with his head high and his ears perked. It took some willpower to keep from shuffling his hooves but in the end, as a show of respect and greeting, the stallion dipped his head and held it bowed for moments longer than he had wanted.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 16, 2017 14:07:55 GMT -6
R O M E O
Aodh Noble Lord
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What on earth was he doing here? While the Palace was beautiful and pleasant, the company almost equally so, it seemed like such a waste to be here instead of at Cyndane’s party. Juliet had been invited and, though he longed to have accompanied her there, he had been summoned to other duties. Begrudgingly, he had noted the importance of discussing the issues with the freedom fighters, the terrorists that had plagued the city for some time now, but the draw of the party certain weighed on his soul. So, he had left his lady to primp and preen for some evening’s festivities and had set about preparing himself for whatever it was he was supposed to do. In the following days he made his way to the palace alone. Her slaves would keep her company… they always did.
Romeo stood quietly on the platform on which so many others had gathered, a glass of wine held aloft in the soft bloom of his teke. He sipped idly of the beverage as he waited, his gaze rarely leaving the swirl of red within the glass. He seemed bored and made no attempt at small talk with the other nobles, content to simply sip his drink and wait for the events to begin. As the doors to the room were pushed open and the assumed target of their enquiry entered the room, he refocused his attention. Romeo’s expression was never known to be very animated and remained so as the Chevalier approached. The very epitome of resting bitch face. He seemed disinterested and cold and, as the Chevalier’s gaze met his, he frowned.
The noble rolled the drink around in his glass, “Someone talk to him so we can be done with this.”
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Post by ThatDenver on Dec 16, 2017 18:39:42 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Being at such a large gathering filled the pit of his stomach with dread. Aleksei felt like he was sweaty all over, and that everyone was sure to notice how nervous and uncomfortable he was.
It wasn’t like he had never attended Court. He just usually stayed far, far away on days when there was something truly important being discussed, as that tended to draw the biggest attendance, and it was the packed gathering that made him nervous, not the weight of the decision.
He took a few deep breaths, reminding himself that Faiza was just beyond those big doors, and focused. He was Aleksei of House Aelius, and if he ever wanted to make anything of this dying House, he’d have to perk up and do his duty.
Besides, he was practically on home turf.
The golden chestnut allowed his eyes to assess those in attendance. He knew most of the faces – not personally, but from previous gatherings, or parties, or from formal introductions way back when. Didn’t mean he actually remembered who they were, beyond the fact that they were Eminents. Most of them, anyway.
He was surprised to not see King Isador in attendance for such matters, and Advisor Ember wasn’t here either. Instead he recognized Advisors Azazel and Dorjan.
Aleksei looked down at the Chevalier, who stood there silent, expectant. He couldn’t say he recognized the fellow – Faiza might have filled him in, or might not. There were plenty of soldiers in the city, no one could remember all their faces.
Blue eyes drifted over to the grey hippocampus as he spoke, and Aleksei scoffed softly. Why be here at all if they had so little interest in these dealings, in the safety of their city? Disgraceful. This matter was surely far more important than whatever the grey usually spent their time with. Aleksei had business dealings too, but they didn’t go anywhere if he spent a morning in Court.
“If your Eminence is in such a hurry, perhaps he should pose some questions himself. It would be much more productive to our efforts”, Aleksei smiled at the grey in a manner most polite and proper, before turning his head back to the Chevalier. They had been filled in only on the very basics – that this Chevalier had been captured by Vindicators for some time, but had recently been retrieved.
He, for one, could think of a few things to ask, and since they were dealing with terrorists, Aleksei didn’t feel like there was time to waste on standing around.
After all, last time these menaces who dared to claim to fight for freedom had blown up the Crucible, uncaring for the lives lost and the damage done to the people of Aodh. Who knew what the maniacs would do next in their misguided zeal.
Besides, he had to step up his game if he wanted the Gamliel’s to go through with the engagement plans.
“May the Sun shine upon you, Chevalier. We are glad that you have been returned to us”, Aleksei greeted the Chevalier politely. He had no idea who this chevalier was, but surely they could make them feel like their sufferings were at least appreciated.
“I feel that it will be easiest for us to determine the severity of this situation if we start from the beginning. The others who were with you when you were captured have given their statements before – but I for one would like to hear your version of the events. How did you come to be captured? Where did they take you?” he asked, before adding more softly, with a carefully trained gentler tone in which he tried to channel a dear someone from beyond the grave: “Were you tortured?”
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Post by Huniidu on Dec 16, 2017 21:42:15 GMT -6
Alex
Alex gazed at the structure of the palace her eyes taking in every aspect every little detail. The entire open fabric from floor to ceiling was a luminescent marble. All in all, it was a gorgeous area, especially for a testimony. Standing tall her hair put up in an intricate bun, with a dark sapphire studded bridle resting delicately across her face Alex stood quietly calm, collected. A shining beacon of her family and their success, though they weren't the oldest noble house among Aodh’s powerful nobles to her, they were still a force to be reckoned.
The palace was filled with various nobles and Eminent s alike. Some she recognized around Aodh, and others were complete strangers shadows merely in the background. Two distinct advisors, however, stood out as clear as day, Azazel and Dorjan, she had never met them personally but was well aware of who they were to an extent. Her gazed turned around the assembly towards one noble who had been noticeable staring at a glass of wine the entire time. Annoyed she turned her head way excluding the stallion’s silhouette from her eyesight. This assembly wasn't a fun affair, and she understood his boredom, it was his poor manners that annoyed her. Why was he acting like a spoiled child at a meeting with such critical importance? She too was frustrated by being taken out of her private affairs, but she was still curious as to what the outcome of the assembly would be. It was only fair she offers a point or two to guide them along if need be. Her judgment was clearly vital If she was summoned to such an occasion. Though she lacked and true empathic nature to entirely be 100% genuine with her motives and had to be reminded when she was being to blunt. The sole objective was to interrogate the Chevalier and collect information on the pest (Freedoms flight). The freedom fighters had become a definite nuisance, and even she couldn't ignore their strong presence.
She exhaled softly clearing any negative thoughts from her mind to focus on the task at hand. Her vivid blue eyes made their way towards the Chevalier. He stood a strong as a rock, or maybe a boulder was more appropriate, never moving or fidgeting most slightly she admired his confidence she didn't know of many horses who could stand in a grand room with such influential figures and not show the slightest traces of fear. Keeping her gaze on the stallion below her ears perked towards the same noble who had previously been swirling his wine. Before she had a moment to interject another noble had beaten her to it in such a witty manner she almost smiled. She agreed however with what he said a nodded, patiently she waited for him to finish his question before she added hers. “Can you describe your captures, any form of attire, name or identification a scar etc. ?” she said with a silvery voice her ocean eyes affixed on the Chevalier.
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Post by posy-punch on Dec 17, 2017 11:59:37 GMT -6
SCARLET ARDOR
EMINENT
She had no purpose here. The courts required an intellect that evaded the roan emin in most day-to-day trials; it was not likely that in an actual trial, interrogation was perhaps the better word, she would be suddenly enlightened. The chevalier found his place and bowed, satisfying what little he had to of the emin’s pride. She relaxed, snorting quietly with the Emin Equuspeare’s words, “Patience is a virtue,” she commented calmly before flicking an ear to hear Emin Aelius entered his own, sharp words on the matter. She grinned softly, amused by the thinly veiled venom.
The Eminent listened quietly, watching as the Chevalier was politely questioned. She blinked at the stallion’s question pertaining to torture. No, other than the Chevalier appearing slightly more bedraggled than normal, he hardly bore the marks of it, at least physically. She had seen slaves in the market far more scrappy than he appeared.
“Perhaps the structure of the group? We have been assuming they are but rouges bound together for a common cause and operating on a specific date.” She was quiet, then, thinking better of herself, elaborated further, “Do they disband soon after their activities, making it all the more easy to evade slavers, or are we simply not looking in the right places?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2017 17:50:59 GMT -6
 
The room was warm where Ragnarok stood, a glass of scotch held delicately in the soft red glow of his telekinesis. He had already taken the time to study the fancy walls and floors of the palace, the bright lights definitely different than what he was used to. At his side, sat his loyal familiar, Fajra. The she-lion held a stoic expression, not even her ears moving as she sat beside her master in a proud manner, her head held high and golden eyes staring fiercely forward. This was his first Court of Peers as a noble, and while it had sounded like a good time when he got his instructions, it certainly didn't feel like one now. He was bored. Business chats had always been one of his strong suits, but he was typically doing it over a game of pool or cards, not standing above a lone chevalier and drilling him for information. This wasnt really his style.
It seemed as though he wasnt the only one who thought that way, as the noble Romeo who stood beside him grumbled out his own show of displeasure. Ragnarok dipped his muzzle into his glass to hide the smirk that played across his lips.
His attention shifted down the line of his peers before his blood red eyes focused on Sahkmet. Sticking his tongue out at his friend in a playful manner, the messy haired stallion continued to make faces at her from across the platform in attempt to make her laugh. The air was too heavy here, it made him uncomfortable. However, before he was able to make too large of a fool of himself, the others started to speak. Ragnarok's brow quirked as one after another, questions were fired in the direction of the chevalier. He listened to each one half heartedly, swirling his drink while watching his reflection ripple. As Eminent Scarlet dropped her last question, Ragnarok cleared his throat.
"Easy now," He spoke, picking up his gaze from his glass and looking toward the Chevalier before them. Fajra shifted at the sound of his voice. "Lets give him some time to answer. We dont need to overwhelm the poor guy." He scoffed, his muzzle dipping back into his drink for a sip before giving a nod to Axenus.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2017 18:40:07 GMT -6
dorjan THIS IS A GAME, NO WRONGS, NO RIGHT
ONLY A WINNER AND A LOSER
Their King was absent. Dorjan watched from atop the platform as the chevalier entered, keenly aware that he and Azazel were to stand in for Isador’s lacking presence. The adviser had no previous knowledge of the chevalier, though he was intrigued to discover what the stranger knew and experienced. The reasoning for being here was of grave importance, and Dorjan did not take it lightly. Romeo’s words elicited nothing more than a flick of Dorjan’s ear, though Aleksei’s abrupt interjection made the adviser’s lips twitch upwards in a fleeting smirk. The Emin’s insolence was grating, but Dorjan was not going to dwell on reprimanding him when the deed had already been done. He listened intently as more of those gathered began to speak, chiming in and directing numerous questions towards the chevalier. It was more of an interrogation, really, but the information was vital to Aodh’s welfare. They needed as much intel as they could gather if they were to properly eradicate the Vindicators once and for all. Dorjan stood firmly by the side of his fellow adviser, primarily unconcerned with the rest of the nobility gathered. He remained silent, gaze scrutinizing as he observed the chevalier - and subsequently, how he reacted to the questions thrown his way. A new voice spoke, and Dorjan finally pulled his eyes away from the stallion below. He offered the speaker a tight lipped smile before commenting, “Emin Ragnarok, you are new to our ways at court. Forgive my forwardness, but if we are to eliminate these terrorists, it is imperative that we uncover every detail in its entirety.”Without any hesitation Dorjan returned his focus to the chevalier, offering yet another curt smile. “Please, do not shy away from being honest with your answers. It is necessary that you relay everything as precisely as you can if we are to rid ourselves of this problem for good.”_________________
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Dec 18, 2017 0:50:04 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
The feeling of all eyes being on him made it almost difficult to keep his gaze on them in return, tempting to falter and drop just below where they stood. On any normal day, he appreciated all eyes on him, but this situation was… different. Did he think he had something to hide? That he would say something wrong? Would there be something he explained that wouldn’t please them? -- No. He wasn’t there to please anyone, and most certainly not these equines.
Still, it hardly took away any sensation of unease that pricked all over his body.
He could see from where he stood how one of the Nobles, unfamiliar to him, looked to be rather bored. He couldn’t tell whether he wanted to scoff or curl his lip back, but his ears did flick back momentarily. Yeah, buddy. You’re the only one here who would rather be anywhere else. This meeting wasn’t exactly something he was bouncing around for the moment he was summoned, but of course he would watch his mouth. The last thing he needed was trouble for being rude to the Noble. A small sigh slipped past his lips, eyes resting upon the chestnut who spoke up first.
Glad to be back. But the words never left his mouth, afraid of the partial sarcasm that wanted to follow. Instead, the Chevalier gently nodded his head to them. “If my fellow comrades have already told you what they know, then my story won’t be so different,” he explained slowly, eyes following the line of horses once more before continuing to speak. “The Vindicators had set up some sort of block on the War Lord’s Road, to keep us from getting past and any further into Onea. From there, a fight broke out and they had the upper hand. The rest is pretty clear from there.” At least that part of the story was. The rest wouldn’t be known by the other Chevaliers he was with, except perhaps Ryuko who had been captured alongside him. What happened to him…?
Before he could go into more detail, another question popped up from the next Noble that made him want to shake his head. There was definitely going to be a lot of questions, and he had to prepare himself to be there for quite a while. He shifted from one hoof to the other, taking a small step forward as he went over his thoughts in his head. “I can tell you that there were… four, I believe. Four engaged into combat with us. I do not know names, but the one that took me down had a tattoo of some sort on her shoulder… another wore some sort of golden helmet over his face, so I could not see much of it but it’s very distinguished and unique. Not something you could miss. One had scars covering his shoulders and there was the other, the leader of the small band who called the shots. It’s all I can remember.” Whatever helped or didn’t help, that was all they would receive from him.
His lips pressed into a thin line, eyes momentarily closing as he went over the question he left hanging about being ‘tortured’. It depended on how they really defined the word. Axenus believed the slaves were tortured, even if not actually beat. To be forced to do their bidding with days of work upon work, to occasionally be beaten by those masters who cared even less than the others, to have others looking and talking down at them as if they were less. Him? He was placed into a cage and held there for some time. Maybe with less food or water than he normally would have gotten, but he didn’t think it was torture. Not once had they touched him, only spoken to him as the Nobles before him were, just as demanding as he expected they would be.
“I’m unsure exactly where I have been taken,” he explained with that moment of silence passing, once again peering up to those higher than him, both literally and in status. “If it was their main… camp, if we want to put it that way, or one of many. All I know is that I was brought to some kind of holding space for prisoners, and that is where I stayed.” But definitely not looking in the right places, perhaps. That, and these Vindicators aren’t stupid enough to keep themselves visible to us. Especially not with the necklaces of invisibility that the four wore the day they halted the Chevaliers on their journey to Onea. They could be there and no one would realize until it was too late.
“But I definitely believe their operations are planned, that it isn’t something they do right on the spot. With the barricade they had up, that didn’t look natural if I may add, they knew we were coming.” For how long, he couldn’t say, but they had to have worked for quite a while to put their plans on the table.
The one person he actually recognized and knew more than the rest within the entire court was Ragnarok, the owner of the casino he went to much too often. There were days he still enjoyed to admire the new Noble and drool all over him, as his friend would tease, but that day was not one of them. Still, his ears did perk and his head lifted when he suggested they took it slow with the questions. Overwhelmed? Please. I’m enjoying this. It almost cracked a faint smile of amusement on his face, but it was short lived when the Adviser spoke up against his words. Of course.
“I am being honest with my answers,” Axenus spoke up. Honest with what he was able to share, but not explaining everything. He hoped it didn’t look like he was avoiding anything, but then and again, there were a lot of questions they expected him to answer. Surely one or two slipping his mind was allowed. The stallion took in a breath and exhaled slowly. “If there are anymore questions, I will do my best to answer them.”
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Post by Maelorom on Dec 18, 2017 7:00:08 GMT -6
Constantine//:
Wine red eyes watched the chevalier with practised stillness. Constantine was placed toward the centre of the congregation and as such had a fair viewpoint of the interrogated chevalier. His long ears twitched slightly as they listened intently to the words of the other equine in attendance, but even as sharp words were passed between the congregation his eyes did not waver. Indeed his entire form was watchfully still, but not in a manner that invited curious glances, rather one that avoided the gaze of those that surrounded him. His face carried a dignified expression of vague interest and careful thought as he inspected the soldier. He seemed to wait for something, a chance to speak himself maybe. For now he patiently played witness until the interrogated would speak and there would be peace for a moment.
As the chevalier began his reply to the stream of questions pressed by the gathering apon him, Constantine squinted, visibly displeased with the answer given. But it was more the questions which seemed the issue to him in this case.
So he took the moment of peace left by the soldier’s words and spoke. “It is well and good for us to know your tale chevalier” his voice was surprisingly loud. “But I think it would be much more relevant if you could, in detail, tell us theirs. What exactly did they ask you?” he continued in a demanding and resolute tone. He paused only for a moment to consider his next words with unwavering calmness. “And in addition, if the case is such, what exactly you may have told them? No matter how minor or irrelevant you may judge a comment you made in their presence to be, I would like to hear it as close to ‘word for word’ as you are able to achieve”
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Dec 18, 2017 13:04:06 GMT -6
Sahkmet didn't let the nerves get to her, it wasn't her first time being in such an important place- Just...Not when she was there to participate herself as a somebody. She was usually just there as a sidearm...Buh. Thankfully she'd seen her friend Ragnarok though to be honest, she didn't really want to see him either, especially after since he was dating that mare. She shrunk in her place, her eyes glazing over as she stared off over the top of Axenus' head. This questioning made no sense to her- She had a vague idea of what had happened, the Chevalier was held captive, he came back- Why were they so...Relaxed? What if he was now a tool of their's. Her ear flickered at the questions in the direction of the voices. She glanced up and Ragnarok had caught her eye. Ignacio no. He was pulling faces, distracting her and breaking her cool exterior. Sahkmet snorted and started coughing to stifle the giggles coming as she smirked. The damn idiot. Clearing her throat, she spoke up to try and distance herself from Rags. "Do excuse me for being rude, but how can we trust his word that he is being honest? He was captured by them was he not? Surely there's...I don't know," Sahkmet gave a light shrug and a flutter of her lashes. "A reason they've left him alive? If I had a snake captured, I wouldn't have kept it alive. Why would they give him back to us?"
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Dec 18, 2017 14:30:00 GMT -6
Albella | Artisan
Of all the trial she could be called over, it had to involve a Chevalier and vagabond freedom fighters. Her position on the issue teetered on the edge of not giving a shit. Personally, she had no questions for Axenus, but as a seat in the court it had to be done. Kuma, the large saber she'd brought along settled on the floor next to the Artisan's hooves. The relaxed feline gave Albella some hope. Tension didn't seem to be a problem.
Albella held her tongue as the questions rolled in. Her bi-colored eyes rested solely on the Chevalier's face, watching. There weren't many tells that she could pick out, but he definitely looked uncomfortable, but who wouldn't with so many uncaring eyes shooting looks more between themselves than the subject. If only she could channel Alois' sharp wit and courage to speak out. One thing caught her eye. Axenus didn't answer regarding torture. To the Artisan, this brought mild relief. The Nobles would likely jump on any opportunity to demonize the vagabonds and it didn't seem possible for her to empathize with such hate.
Her split coat bristled as Sahkmet likened the Chevalier to a snake. The saber beneath her shifted, rolling to a more attentive position at the Artisan's unease.
"Axenus, you look as though you were kept in good health." She began, keeping an even, soothing tone. He looked exhausted yes, but not emaciated. "I've no experience in the art of war. But, would you say their ability to keep you this way might reflect their own supplies."
She wanted to ask if he was comfortable, happier here than out there. But to phrase something wrong or ask useless questions could ruin her own rich facade.
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Post by fynli on Dec 18, 2017 14:59:36 GMT -6
She had a headache. Stuck in room full of, for lack of better words, idiots and half-baked eminents, who could blame her? Several of the “nobles” here didn’t even belong in this court. Fumio would certainly have a ball with all the things she had to say once they would return home.
Leila sighed inwardly, keeping her emotions where they couldn’t reach her face. It was early for all of them but to have a chevalier come back unharmed from what Aodh deemed a threat, it was a serious matter. No one in court had time for some fool who wanted to do nothing but play.
She’d been ignoring the Advisor until his last words, calling the Vindicators a “problem”. Shooting a glance towards him, she fought the urge to scowl. The only problem here was this country’s abuse and neglect towards their own people whom were deemed “lesser than”. The very horses whose hooves raised and built this city, whom the rich and powerful capitalized off of. Leila was certainly no saint to this (looking at her family history) but she did what she could to make it better.
Still, she said nothing. She was content to watch and just listen. While the others had their questions to bombard Axenus with, Leila studied him. Certainly he portrayed outwardly that he was uncomfortable, which outside of the court any Aodhian would be lavishing in the attention. His words weren’t adding up though… Anyone who was brought to court, those whom weren’t guilty, would be spilling more details. He seemed hesitant, his words vague. She wondered what more he could say if he was in a more private setting.
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Post by Maelorom on Dec 18, 2017 16:51:47 GMT -6
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The blood flecked stallion showed small signs of irritation at the uncalled for interruption. His wings tensed and his jaw simultaneously clenched for a moment, the effect most visible in the twitch of leathery membrane in his right wing. While it was not anger that nibbled at his mind, he was again displeased with his peers questions.
He considered the comment made questioning the chevalier’s reliability. Frowning for only a few seconds as he put together an answer that would hopefully make sense to the obviously ignorant speaker and also encourage the soldier, if, as his peers suggested, he may have been considering otherwise, to speak honestly. "Well of course there is no simple way of knowing whether or not this equine before us chooses to speak the truth” he began, his voice failing to give away any emotion. "It up to us to determine the truth, but to do so we need all pieces of the picture so that we may see whether or not they fit with the pictures handed to us by his comrades. At least one of which was not captured I believe. And if they do not fit or we find reason to question the legitimacy of his words we will find other means to extract it I’m sure”.
He maintained focus on the interrogated during the span of his reply. The only movement came as he picked up a small, leather-bound notebook and long, black quill, flicking the notebook open in a single movement and holding the quill steadily above a clean page, ready to begin writing at a seconds notice. "But of course” he added, his words now directed at the soldier "you may take your time in answering if it will yield the best results”. He waited again, either for another interruption, further questions from his fellow interrogators, or an answer to his queries.
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Post by Huniidu on Dec 18, 2017 22:07:33 GMT -6
Alex
Alex took note of the chevaliers head shaking, and flicked her ears back; It was not her fault the 1st stallion had not asked the questions she wanted to know. Where they magically suppose to know what horses to look out for in the city? The more she mentally questioned his mannerism, the more irritated she got. Still, her face remained the same cold expression it had been in the beginning. If it weren't for her momentary anger expressed by her ears, she would practically be a statue. She did take note of what the Chevalier had told her, The tattoo, scars, and helmet. Including the answers asked by the other nobles. Mentally she jotting down every word he said, there wasn't to much detail besides golden helmet, but even that was relatively vague. Plenty of horse wore masks and such, and a lot of them were made of various metals plenty gold. If it weren't for the small detail of "very distinguished and unique" she wouldn't have even bothered to take note. She already understood that with him being a captive the pest wouldn't have let him see much of anything. No clues or significant details that would give them away but still something puzzled her. Yes, a basic prison is nothing special, but nothing at all stood out to him that was odd about where he was held? There were always little thing even scents that could help pinpoint locations or at the very least narrow the area down.
Besides, she was still very curious about the unnatural barricade. Remaining quiet until everything had spoken, Her ears now facing forward in a relaxed position. Her attention now rested on the Arabian mare with pitch black hair, it was an interesting notion, and she hadn't even questioned the Chevaliers authenticity until the point. It was, however, a skeptical question bordering on what to her seemed like paranoia. She doubted anyone in the room, advisors included, were so naive as to take everything as a fact. Because If he was genuinely being manipulated by an outside source what he said was still relevant information, if there was hidden context. Plus fear is such an ugly thing to have. Nodding in agreement with Costaine, If he had spoken to them, at all, his words could be vital understanding the situation. Alex turned her gaze back to the Chevalier "Your honesty is appreciated Chevalier, And I doubt many here doubt your legitimacy, however, could you explain what exactly was so unnatural about the barricade?" Her irritation completely eased while she patiently waited for the soldier's response.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 18, 2017 22:56:32 GMT -6
R O M E O
Aodh Noble Lord
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Though the responses of the other Eminents was noted, it didn’t seem to phase him. They were not his chosen crowd and his disinterest in their company was plain. Still, he found the politics and mannerisms of the supposed upper class annoying at best. He merely shrugged at Aleksei’s suggestion, he had no interest in the Chevalier’s answers, nor in this assembly in general, he was not here to question the former captive, he was here because he had been summoned. It could’ve gone without saying that he didn’t take his spot on the Council of Peers seriously. Sure, Valore had undergone some hardships, sure they were on the brink of war, but still, all of that seemed very distant to him. He would not be fighting, he would not be dealing with the freedom fighters, that was someone else’s job and he was content to leave it at that.
Romeo’s expression took on a note of boredom and he continued to idly swirl the wine around in his glass while the others posed their questions. He felt somewhat bad for the Chevalier, for it certainly was a bombardment of questions right off the bat, but it seemed to be expected. Most of those gathered seemed keen on explanations, though, he noted, he wasn’t alone in his sympathy for the poor guy.
For a moment, he watched in silence as a barrage of questions spilled from the other noble’s mouths. They wanted answers and they wanted them now. Not only that, but one amongst them called his reliability into question. It seemed kind of harsh to accuse one of their own as being a snake, or what have you. He cast the mare a look of disapproval, but said nothing to her. His gaze remained on the figure before him, while his facade was strong and characteristic of a good Chevalier, Romeo couldn’t help but feel that Rags was right. The barrage of questions had to be overwhelming, especially given that the Chevalier was being interrogated as if he were some common criminal… his reliability being called into question and all. The noble shifted the glass of wine once more and, quite suddenly, had an idea. Ignoring the others as they continued to poke and prod at the Chevalier, he ventured off to retrieve another class, filled it quietly, and returned. Romeo allowed his teke to drift the newly filled glass over to Axenus, with a look that was basically the equivalent of a smile for Romeo. “Here.” Perhaps a small drink would help ease some of the stallion’s discomfort, ease his nerves, make it easier to speak.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Dec 19, 2017 5:37:32 GMT -6
 Tiffanyi;Aodh | Eminent
I’ve got a thing for genuine peopleTiffany's whiskers twitched contemplatively as she sat amongst others of her status.
The Peer's court was somewhere she frequented often, she liked to be in on the know before the majority of others, in Aodh the longer a piece of information is out the further from the truth it becomes and Tiffany desires quite literally hearing it from the horse's mouth.
So here she was, in court once more. Wearing a mask, that looking around the room, everyone was wearing as was etiquette. A peer must never see one's true self, both a potential ally and enemy.
Similarly, the stoic chevalier held one of his own. One melded through years of training, to protect those who now looked down on him as he was barbarically questioned. However, there wasn't much to be done about the situation, it was necessity to extract every ounce of truth and detail and it would almost seem the chevalier enjoyed the challenge. The 'Vindicators' had taken enough. Tiffany didn't think their world was so bad, perhaps it was to get better, but that was their decision to make and most certainly not an outside source's.
As each question was asked, an answer was attempted and still Tiffany yearned to know more. She smirked as the chevalier was offered a drink, she felt it wouldn't do much for the soldier, but perhaps it would do to lighten the glum mood of the room.
"Might I ask, young Chevalier, how did you get away? Was there a battle or did you perhaps slip away in the night?" She asked with pure curiosity and a sharp undertone. She didn't doubt his authenticity but she did feel a pinch of truth come from the words of the Escort-gone-noble. Her whiskers continued to feel their space as her ears perked forward to make sure she didn't miss a thing.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Dec 19, 2017 6:29:04 GMT -6
⭒☽ Eminent Shiya of House Gealach ☾⭒
“You will attend the Court of Peers.”
With her Grandmother’s hissing words from earlier still echoing relentlessly in her head, Shiya had expected rage to be slithering within her chest, even now as she stood upon the platform reserved only for the elite and nobility of Aodh. But none came. All she felt instead was the pain radiating from her battered body. That damned scaled hag and her thugs. At the very least, she had managed to clothe herself long before Caron had come to attend her. When it came to anything to do with the treacherous Emin Tethys, the less they know the better, it was safer.
But now here she was in the Peers Court, the ever elusive member of House Gealach donned her infamous mask, cloak and typical silence, and she barely had a clue what to even do here. Obviously question Axenus, a chevalier she only knew by rep and from a distance as her alias Shebella, but Shiya saw little point in her being here for this interrogation. She was the youngest, one of the least experienced of those present here. Besides Tethys did say attend, not participate.
So she stood there, still and silent as her aching body would allow her, watching the room erupt with questions, veiled and not so veiled words and accusations. Eminents...Gods have mercy on this poor bugger trapped and interrogated in this pit of snakes. All whom she tried to avoid making eye contact, some more then others. Gods let this be over and done with already.
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Post by ThatDenver on Dec 19, 2017 10:37:21 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei listened patiently to the questions given by other nobles. He did not know the chestnut mare who spoke after him, but her question was valid enough, and a natural continuation of his. Not that he himself would place that much worth on physical identification, unless it were exact – clothing, dyes, polishes, makeup and even blessings could be used to hide in plain sight. Last time the Vindicators stroke, they did so in the heart of the city.
Eminent Ardor he knew, not personally, but he had certainly seem them before. Another good question was asked.
Then, Ragnarok. The Eminent hid a facial expression of sheer disgust as he looked upon the black horse. So this was the social climber, the absolute disgrace of their rank, that he had heard off. Looking at their behavior, Aleksei could only hope that whatever temporary insanity had taken hold of their King in appointing this man to any status of repute, would pass soon enough.
Sahkmet’s giggle did nothing at all to increase his confidence in these commoners made eminent.
Dorjan spoke. Aleksei turned his head to look upon his old mentor when they disciplined Ragnarok so skillfully, without the certain vemon Aleksei would have had. Then, they too addressed the Chevalier, who soon begun answering the many questions given to them.
Aleksei noted that the chevalier did not reply to his question of torture, and frowned. Was it that they didn’t want to say, or couldn’t? And if it was that they didn’t want to, why? Certainly if they had been tortured – a matter of which physical marks were not a reliable indicator – it would have been more understandable if they might have spilled some information. If they hadn’t, well.
Overall, the almost calculated vagueness of each answer left him unsatisfied.
As his fellow Eminents carried on, Aleksei took a moment to observe them, and the room, rather than pose more questions himself. He did not know the grey who spoke next, but they did strike straight to the core of their reasons for being there. Although Aleksei himself was not convinced that just asking these questions, relevant as they might be, were the only questions they should ask. After all, the Chevalier was so adamantly wishing them to know that he was honest, and what better tool to verify that than a large number of questions regarding the topic, some of which they already knew the answers to?
That is, unless someone among them had a blessing that could help in the matter, which Aleksei doubted.
Despite her lack of breeding, Sahkmet did have an interesting question. He spoke to her, rather than to the chevalier: “Who knows. They might be vying for an increase in public opinion by not killing him – after all, I doubt their blowing up the Crucible and killing unsuspecting civilians did much for their popularity. These maniacs do call themselves “Freedom Fighters” after all. Or he might have escaped, and they didn’t have the resources to go after him.” Aleksei looked at the Chevalier, and then back at Sahkmet. The other option, perhaps the more likely option, was clear. Either it was a Vindicator ploy, that they for some reason saw the Chevalier’s release as useful to them, or the Chevalier themselves was a turncoat.
They should be questioned regardless.
He was about to say something else to Sahkmet when Albella’s question made his ears pin back. What sort of godawful question was that? Keeping a prisoner with a group that had structure, as already established, should not be that hard, even if it meant cutting their own rations. Besides, these were Vindicators, people who attacked Chevalier convoys. There was nothing impressive with stealing food. He was about to say as much, but then looked again to Dorjan, and kept his temper about him.
His eyes returned to the chestnut mare as she spoke again, and then to that darned grey, still playing with his drink with no care in the world. Aleksei willed that the next explosion might kill someone he cared about more than protecting their city – that might bring some urgency into his mannerism. The offering of wine was distasteful as well. This was a meeting of the Court of Peers, not some party venue.
With so many questions already hanging in the air, Aleksei kept silent, and made a single, nervous step closer to where Advisor Dorjan was. Although the assembly was reasonably calm, having so many nobles – and two social climbers and one artisan – in one place still brought back some less than pleasant memories, and this one horse hiding their entire appearance in cloaks certainly did not make him any more comfortable about it.
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The stallions gaze flickered dangerously to Dorjan as the advisor scolded him. It was almost as if the stallion thought he had never interrogated someone before. Ragnarok knew that many times, silence spoke louder than words, and bombarding someone with question after question did not allow for them to answer completely, whether they knew what they were saying or not. Pulling energy for his blessing, Ragnarok played his Pain Manipulation across Dorjan’s back. It was certainly not enough to hurt him, but enough to cause quite the annoying itch for just a few moments.
Rolling his eyes back toward the Chevalier, he listened to him answer the best he could. His gaze flicked to Romeo as he offered the man before them a drink, quirking his brow. At least one other here recognized the Chevalier was an actual living being and not just a stack of information. Huffing to himself, he rested a back hoof. He was most curious about the barricade that he spoke of. If it was not natural, he wondered what kind of magic the Vindicators possessed. Tapping his glass softly, he hummed to himself.
“I find it highly unlikely they would let him leave alive.” He commented, though Aleksei did have a good point. Perhaps they were trying to make themselves look less like the bad guys. He didn't know. “And you for sure werent followed?”
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Dec 20, 2017 13:43:27 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
The Chevalier didn’t exactly appreciate some of the tones in which some of the Nobles spoke; rude, accusing, and too demanding for his taste. Just as they had been. He surely wasn’t enjoying such an interview, an interrogation as before. He stared up at the Noble, Constantine, as he was the one to throw a question at him the next time. But, it was nothing he got to answer as another voice spoke up just as he was about to explain. If I had a snake, I wouldn’t have kept it alive.
His brows furrowed in annoyance, casting Sahkmet a quick glance. If all I’m here for is to be accused of anything, I don’t see the purpose in being asked to spill anything. It’s a waste of my breath and my time. Yet, as usual, he held his tongue from any rudeness of his own that might have otherwise slipped. “I would believe they had kept me alive for so long because they thought I would have been of use to them,” he commented bitterly, watching his words as carefully as he could. After a brief pause, he added, “Which is a surprise considering I made it clear from the moment they took me that I would not say anything. If any of you thought I would have broken and given in to them, then I ask you to check over those thoughts. I’m more loyal than that.” But he felt it was being questioned regardless. Maybe they’re right to…
Ax huffed softly, his nostrils flaring as he allowed his gaze to be averted from the equines standing before him. How long was he expected to stay there, answering questions? There were some he didn’t mind giving, but others… he didn’t feel too keen on sharing. And if they wanted to question him as well, he didn’t think he wanted to give them anything.
“The Vindicators did not hurt me. Not after we went into combat with the group we met on the road,” he explained slowly, ears twitching. Even without looking at them, he knew they were still staring at him, expecting too much from his answers. His teeth clenched together, a muscle in his jaw tightening. “I was kept in a holding cell, but they did give me whatever they could. I suppose to keep me alive, if anything. But that was all. I had even been questioned several times on why they should waste their resources on me. Either that meant they don’t have enough for themselves, or they simply didn’t want to share with me. Understandable because who wants to waste anything on a prisoner?” He lifted his gaze to rest it gently on Albella, searching her expression as if to see if his answer was what she was looking for at all. Were any of them happy with the answers he gave?
While the others spoke among themselves, whether about his loyalty or story compared to the one his comrades have given them, he merely stood to listen. The best results. Right. He hardly felt he could take his time when they insisted on tossing questions at him one after the other. It was a weight on his shoulders he felt he couldn’t get rid of, that as soon he answered one set of questions, more were piled right back onto them.
“When I say unnatural, I simply mean it wasn’t something that just occurred normally. It wasn’t some landslide that blocked our path with rocks and boulders, or trees that fell over on their own. Just looking at it, you could tell it was someone’s work. They put it there. They built up the barricade on their own, knowing we were coming, and they waited and kept us there to fight.” With one of the horses manipulating the earth to make a wall high enough behind them that they could not escape.
It was the glass of wine that drifted over that pulled his attention away, his expression confused at first. That was… unexpected. Axenus blinked, peering over at the hippocampus that offered him the drink in the first place and he honestly felt quite grateful for the kind gesture. He gave a small nod of his head in thanks, a faint smile tipping up the corner of his mouth, before he accepted the glass with his own telekinesis and took a sip from the glass. At least some of the people here aren’t assholes. His nose wrinkled at the thought and he lowered the glass from his lips.
How did he get away? Lord Ignacio… But how was he meant to explain that one without going into detail of everything that had happened the night he got away? “Slipping away is more of an acceptable answer. No fight was put up, though I don’t doubt they realized I was gone at some point. You can’t miss an open door and an empty cell.” He focused on the glass in front of him, staring at the alcoholic liquid as he swirled it around lightly. “I did my best to get out silently, though I would assume they might have searched around for me after. I might have been too far from them by then.” Or they didn’t have the resources. Axenus couldn’t say for sure what happened after he took his leave, but he was back then and it was all that mattered to him. For the time being.
When Ragnarok spoke up, his blue eyes lifted to watch the new Noble speak. “I do not think they had planned to let me go, but I didn’t need them to be the ones to free me. As for being followed… I do not know what they did after. They could have tried to search for me, maybe they didn’t. As far as I know, I did not run into any unwanted visitors on the way back.” Except for the ones that brought be here to answer a bunch of questions.
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Post by Maelorom on Dec 20, 2017 16:21:14 GMT -6
Constantine//:
The stallion was yet again displeased, the tumultuous stream of questions that fell from the mouths of his peers had been answered. But his had not, apparently due to the nature of the others to interrupt too quickly for the chevalier to answer every given question. Unfortunately this was not something he could help, but it still affected him. He looked up from his notebook in which he had been neatly noting down the chevaliers words in silence.
It was with an expression of disappointment that he now looked apon the chevalier. Not anger or irritation, but the kind of disappointment seen on the face of a parent who looks on a child who has failed to achieve the lowest of their expectations. “While this information is all welcomed, it seems you have failed to answer my questions.” He spoke to the chevalier in a cool, calm voice. “For whatever reason you have chosen to not answer my question, or simply by accident forgotten to answer it among the many questions you are being demanded to answer, I will repeat myself.” His tone still showed no anger. “What exactly did they ask you? And what exactly may you have told them? And again, I would like to hear every comment you can call to mind as close to perfect as you can achieve.”
His attention flicked quickly back to his notebook for a moment as he turned to a new, blank page and poised his quill, now with fresh ink, above the pristine page. His dark, red eyes returned sharply to the chevalier to await his next words, and no doubt the rush of questions from the other nobles in attendance. He noted that it must be somewhat stressful for the chevalier, but again, that was not something he could ease “I understand that it may be difficult for you to answer my question, but I assure you, I am not asking the impossible.”
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Dec 23, 2017 16:47:32 GMT -6
Sahkmet was growing bothered and bored of this. The other nobles were... Rude to say the least and she was not too impressed with their response to her question. She smirked at Aleksei and chuckled lowly.
"They are fools if they think surrending a Chevalier will earn them public favour after the mess they've made. Thankfully Valore is thriving enough to have rebuilt the crucible..."
She hummed, sucking on her lip and looking back down to Axenus. The ringing of Ragnarok's tapping on the glass was starting to get to her. Every little thing that stallion did was- Bah!
In an instance, she used her telekinesis to smack over the glass in Axenus' direction with a fairly gentle tap. It was subtle and small, not exactly noticeable except for Ragnarok who would have been looking at his glass. ( ;DDDD ) It shattered on the ground at the Chevaliar's feet, perhaps sending a threatening message.
Sahkmet tried to bite back the sly, lopsided smile that crept upon her lips.
Jumping on the sharpness of the sound, Sahkmet focused her attention back on Axenus.
"Perhaps you should try being more precise with your words to the gentleman here." She gestured with her head towards Constantine, fluttering her lashes. It was out of habit that she'd use her dark lashes to articulate her words. She wasn't trying to woo anyone here, it was just so ingrained within her memory that...Hmph. It was kind of really embarrassing. You know what must have been embarrassing though? Rag's drink. Thankfully she didn't burst into laughter at it. It was the stupid shit she'd do to him at his Casino when they were...Y'know...still friends. How bittersweet.
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Post by fynli on Dec 23, 2017 17:55:08 GMT -6
Leila was not one quick to anger and certainly did not like to put herself in the spotlight but this was getting ridiculous. She couldn’t even focus on the hearing without the squabbling of those two eminents distracting her.
The glass shattering was the final straw.
Sharp eyes went straight to the buckskin mare as she spoke towards Constantine, the tone of her voice pulling back Leila’s stoic mask slightly as she pulled her ears back. She stomped her hoof on the ground, the marble crack echoing around the room.
“I’m not sure if you understood what exactly you were getting into when you entered this courtroom but we do not allow the actions of children here. If you, and Emin Ragnarok-” Leila shot a glare towards the dark stallion, having not forgotten the stupid faces he was pulling towards the other earlier- “cannot behave yourselves in a manner that fits your title then you may very well leave. Some in this room do not take this situation as a joke.” Another glare was sent towards Romeo for his earlier actions.
She drew herself together again, dipping her head respectfully to Constantine, “Your words were perfect, Your Eminency, please continue.”
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Post by Huniidu on Dec 23, 2017 20:53:38 GMT -6
Alex
Alex nodded her head accepting what the soldier had said, though she expected something more "unnatural" like a magic based barrier, She relaxed that it was not the case. Turning her ocean eyes faced towards Constantine, who had been jotting down what the soldier said with an unsatisfied expression. It wasn't until he had finished speaking that her ears twitched annoyed. While the chevalier hadn't answered his question that much was true, despite his relaxed tone, it was blatantly clear he was looking down on the soldier in a figurative and literal sense. If she could roll her eyes she would but anything that childish was beyond her. The had Chevalier still answered the previous questions even if he had to elaborate more the second time around. Whether or not he merely forgot the question(s) Constantine asked was by her standings unnecessary the mention. If the silver-winged stallion was already under the impression, that the soldier might have overlooked the question it was a simple matter of just re-stating it. No need to bring up any skepticism on if he did or didn't remember or didn't want to answer at all. At the time her face within the same doll-like expression, only her ears displaying any minor emotions, despite the strong urge the glare and make petty comments.
Shifting her position, she placed her left hoof in front of the other crossing them in a more refined posture, the gems that hung from her bridle swayed subtly, Her gazed turned back onto the silver as a white flash passed her eyesight. Alex's ears shot upright as the sound of glass shattering on the marble floor below echoed throughout the court. Her thoughts interrupted by the sharp noise. Immediately she turned her gazed directly over to the dark hair mare who had questioned the chevalier's authenticity. While she was surprised by sudden interruption, it was the mares actions that shocked her more. It was out of absolutely nowhere it had no reason it seemed utterly spontaneous. Even the atmosphere had changed from deadly serious to annoyance among her peers. It was clear enough that very few nobles if not none like each other and this surely wasn't helping. A loud clack from Eminent Leila only sealed the deal, as until this moment she had been silent. The entire discussion would be sidetracked by petty squabbling over broken glass. The Chevalier hadn't been hit directly, and she saw to signs that any shards had hit him either, and despite the Mare possibly intended disruption the eminent had no authority to act as a judge. Softly in a pleasing voice, Alex turned towards Lelia "Not everyone here has been in such an assembly before; perhaps she was simply nervous and tried to move the glass closer so it wouldn't fall and slipped." Softly just enough for the eminent Lelia to hear she added: "There's no need to give them the satisfaction of your words or your attention let the advisors deal with their disruptions." She dipped her head respectfully lifting in back up in a collected manner. "However, You have made a fair point, if there are those who have no interest being here It would only benefit everyone if they left and those of us who care about Aodh and its safety will continue, So that we may solve our threat sooner than later." She turned her head to advisors "After this is over I'll have my slave clean it up." Then she turned it back to the Chevalier "If the glass has injured you in any form let us know so if can we take care of it promptly."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 13:47:52 GMT -6
dorjan THIS IS A GAME, NO WRONGS, NO RIGHT
ONLY A WINNER AND A LOSER
Dorjan remained silent, opting to listen as his peers spoke and the soldier responded. He heard Aleksei shift to his side, and with a subtle flick of his ear and sideways glance he offered his reassurances, though he understood the Emin’s unease as his eyes caught sight of the cloaked figure. The clamoring continued, and all too suddenly was cut off by the sound of shattering glass. “Enough!”Dorjan’s command cut through the noise produced by the rest of the assembly, his head swinging from the broken glass and then to the insolent nobles that continued to cause disruptions to the meeting. Nostrils flaring, he waited a beat before continuing, “If neither of you can control yourselves in a place of respect and intellect than you will be forcibly removed. Contain yourselves, and more importantly, silence yourselves.”A voice considerably softer than Dorjan’s spoke up, and the adviser dipped his head at her words. “Thank you for your generous offer, it is most appreciated.”Without another word he turned back to the chevalier, ears flicking as he breathed in, a silent notion to continue. _________________
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 30, 2017 20:56:13 GMT -6
R O M E O
Aodh Noble Lord
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Romeo found a spot among the other eminents and simply stood, sipping from his wine like he had been throughout. He was glad the offer had gone over well with the chevalier and disregarded the disapproving looks he received from the others. They could frown and glare at him all they wanted, he didn’t care one way or another. He did turn a frown on the unfamiliar face of Sahkmet when the glass broke, however. At least he had been mostly quiet about his actions, the shattering of glass was anything but quiet. Still, as much as he didn’t care for the new nobles, he didn’t care enough to scold them for their actions. As the others had said, if they couldn’t behave, they would be asked to leave. That was an unfortunately part of being in the eminent circle, you played by their rules or… well. Shit happened. For now, he felt there was no need for him to contribute to the other’s questions, as there were so damn many already, and he, like the others, was still waiting on answers to those.
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Post by ThatDenver on Dec 31, 2017 15:15:22 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei smiled at Dorjan’s small gesture, and settled again. He would be fine – after all, Faiza was just in the next room, and she had the mighty blessing of force fields, sure to protect him from any danger, should there even be any.
He knew it was a bit paranoid, but it was hard to get completely comfortable in a room filled with eminents, it was such a perfect target for…
Aleksei was almost grateful for the flying and shattering glass that stopped that train of thought.
Children.
Aleksei’s upper lip lifted slightly, but he didn’t vocalize his disdain. Others were doing it for him, and Aleksei was fine with that.
His eyes returned to Dorjan once more. Sometimes the Advisor reminded him of someone else who should have been here. Aleksei followed the lines of his mouth as he spoke, found similarities in both the harsh and soft words.
Family resemblance was a horrible thing.
Aleksei focused back on the chevalier again, who once more had avoided some questions, and were swamped with them in return. It seemed to be something of a theme, and it made him wonder: was the chevalier simply overwhelmed and tired, or were they perhaps indeed hiding something? Were they ashamed?
Whatever it was, it wasn’t very helpful. Aleksei didn’t feel like they had learned much about the Vindicators at all.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jan 6, 2018 2:04:14 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
It seems you have failed to answer my questions. Axenus’ ears twitched, his gaze resting upon Constantine as he spoke. It was a bored gaze and he wanted so much to shoot out a sarcastic retort of ‘Of course I have failed to answer them.' There were too many questions being asked, so it was an easy excuse for him to toss out and say he forgot, but ignoring them again would make them suspect more, and Sahkmet seemed to suspect. Could he really beat around the bush constantly and hope to get out of there, or would he be kept until they drained him of everything they wanted to hear?
But he wasn’t willing to give much more than simple answers. Their whereabouts, what they had tried to pry out of him, it was all things he wanted to keep to himself. They didn’t deserve anymore than that.
It was the shattering of glass that pulled him from his own thoughts, ears flattening as his gaze snapped down to the glass and the Chevalier took a few started steps backwards to avoid being cut. A heavy sigh slipped past his lips, annoyed and he automatically shot an accusing look to Sahkmet. Oh, he was sure she found that very amusing. His head lowered and his lips curled back into an almost snarl, tired of it all. That had been it for him that day.
“No,” he said simply, defiantly, and lifted a hind leg to stomp his hoof against the floor. “I have nothing more to say-- To any of you.” He’d been done with the questions since before he had arrived that day, since before he had got away from the Vindicators. He hadn’t come back for more interrogations, only wanting to see his friend and keep the promise he had made. To him, it was all that mattered, and he could care less about what these equines wanted of him. He had nothing for them.
One by one, he eyed all of them in the room again, slowly. He wanted to see their expressions, to see how pissed or disappointed they were in him refusing to speak. Not that they weren’t disappointed to begin with, but they got a taste of what they could have had. Regardless, it was Sahkmet who he watched for longer, turning words around in his head that he saw fit for her. Stupid Nobility.
Alex spoke up, offering for him to be checked if the glass had hurt him but it wasn’t the words he focused on more. “I would like to see you come down here, get on your knees and clean up the glass,” he told Sahkmet, his tone bitter. “Everyone seems to like to have a slave do all their dirty work for them, just as they built this city up and still all they do is work. A slave can hardly catch a break, why should you? The mess is yours, so clean it.” Like that would ever happen. Why would a Noble do any hard work when a slave is there at their disposal.
A couple of the others scolded her as well, and he had to admit it did please him somewhat, but what he wanted was for her to be tossed out of the courtroom where she belonged. Yet he still wouldn’t speak as the others wanted him to, so he saw no point of the court to begin with.
“If you want to know so much about the Vindicators,” he spoke up once more, though it was more directed to Constantine that time, “Why don’t you ask them yourselves? Where is there base, what are they capable of? For all we know, they could be set all around and their main base somewhere hidden from our eyes. But wait, you can’t do that because you don’t even know where they are.” And I do. “Why not go out there and find one? Capture them and demand information, enslave them since this city is perfect at doing just that.” His words were meant to be mocking, meant to give them a little sting even if in the end they might bite him in the ass for it. What did he care? If things went as he hoped, the city would wake up and find one less Chevalier in their population.
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Post by Maelorom on Jan 6, 2018 8:08:23 GMT -6
Constantine//:
The bloody, silver stallion looked apon the broken glass with a look of resignation, truly for a moment it felt a little as if he was trapped in a playpen of foolish foals rather than the noble and supposedly refined company in which he now stood. His ears momentarily swept back as he took a deep breath. Not to calm himself, but to stretch his muscles a little. Standing still for a span of time tended to give way to tense and sore muscles as he had long ago learnt from hours of picking at cogs at home at his workbench. He did not bother to interject as the other nobles hissed at each other and so forth. He was highly aware of the rules surrounding this sort of behaviour and it’s consequences and as such felt no concern that punishment would fail to be received if it continued.
Watchful, wine-red eyes returned sharply to the chevalier that remained before the court. Constantine noted the look of disfiguring displeasure on the soldiers face at the broken glass. His own displeasure was near nonexistent with the exemption of the slight pursing of his lips at the Chevaliers next words. And if one looked closely enough there was almost a slight spark of excitement at the imminent trouble the chevaliers words threatened to cause. And in fact as the chevalier turned his words to Constantine a small smile softened the hardness of the noble's expression. The soldier seemed quite proud of himself as he came to the end of his emotionally charged spiel.
“Well,” replied Constantine with a softness that vaguely indicated a venomous delight, “I would have thought you were in fact a Vindicator after that interesting speech soldier”. His quill ran feverishly across the page as he spoke, so well practiced he barely glanced at the page to check he didn’t write of the edge. “I would also presume you know far more than you are willing to tell us. Seeing as you have become so passionate in regard to their ideals, you must have taken some convincing to change your view from that of the good Aodhian Chevalier. Although I hope you have simply made a foolish error, your words suggest you spoke at length with your captors. But if you insist on being so stubborn, perhaps we can find another manner more efficient in which to extract the details?” The final line he offered more to his peers than the Chevalier, particularly the advisor. Although he spoke with clarity enough for the chevalier to hear every word, allowing his words to hang in the air as a gentle warning.
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