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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Jun 29, 2016 23:12:44 GMT -6
[nospaces] I CAN'T FIND THE WORDS “I suppose you’re right, Aisio.”[break][break]
Coquel had never considered how her life, the way she had been raised and where she was now, could actually be outside the norm. She felt a little bad for Aisio, though. She probably could have benefited from something a little more...normal? Coquel spaced out for a little while as the alcohol she had consumed began working its way through her system. Her cheeks reddened, dizziness set in. How much had she drank, anyway? Every so often someone had come by, offering her another cup that she gratefully accepted - each and every time. The sound of Aisio’s voice, however, was the beacon that kept her grounded - kept her from drifting off into a full-blown drunken stupor.[break][break]
She was asking about him.[break][break]
The blonde’s face lit up red, almost matching the hue of her eyes or Aisio’s hair. Coquel always got embarrassed when Eli became the topic of conversation. Looking around timidly, Quel took a few steps before Aisio so she didn’t have to talk too loud. “His...name is Elijah. We met my second week after moving to the city, about a year ago. He’s technically my boss,” she said in a hushed tone. “I work with him at the main government facility, where he works as the Chairman’s First Minister. It’s basically like being a Vice President, except a little less formal.” Coquel’s blush reddened, and she shyly hugged herself as she contemplated saying more.[break][break]
“Probably the sweetest...no, no. Definitely the sweetest person I’ve ever met. Takes real good care of me and all that tropey stuff!” She added with a laugh. “In fact, I’m anticipating getting home tonight. Supposedly he has something planned. Luckily, I have time to sit here and mingle with you and everyone else for a while yet. I live nearby.” Turning, Coquel pointed off in the distance to a tall apartment building. “In fact, you can actually see where I live from here. I can even make out the silly blue curtain in the window over my kitchen sink!” She turned her attention back to the red-haired girl, trying to think of a question of her own. “So...you’ve never dated, right?” She queried. “But have you met anyone that you particularly fancied? Like...anyone at all?”[break][break]
Hopefully she wasn’t prying, but being a social butterfly was not her specialty. Had to start somewhere, though, right? [googlefont=Raleway] |
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Jul 9, 2016 8:25:09 GMT -6
Aisio's smile only grew as Coquel spoke about Eli. He sounded wonderful, and it was clear that their were very strong feelings there. However that smile shifted from joy-and mild admiration-to embarrassment when she was asked about anybody she had ever fancied. "I, not particularly. Back at Vytal I almost had a thing for my teammate, wonderful fighter, nice guy, but it turned out I wasn't...well let's just say I wasn't his type. Didn't shock me too much though, and since then I haven't had an opportunity. What with inheriting everything from the head of the house to the family sword and having to work with all of that. As for dating, I've certainly never gotten that far. Perhaps a few flings now and again, but never have I dated." The confession brought the realization to Aisio. She had never truly dated, nor had she ever really been in love. Sure she was still young, but it was possible that was a sign of the way her life was headed. Destined to be alone in that dusty old house, the last of the Pendragons-living or dead. Once more she shook herself from her brooding, this was a party and she planned to enjoy herself. She held up a hand with a slightly apologetic look, speaking softly as she walked away. "Give me a moment, I want to get something a tad stronger than juice." And so she went and got a drink, one containing considerably more bite, and came back. She took a drink from her new glass, the effect not immediate from the alcohol. While it was true she did not drink often, she was certainly not a lightweight. Even more than that she knew her limits, though didn't much care for them in this moment.
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Jul 10, 2016 15:40:54 GMT -6
I FELT MY HEART SPEAKING WONDERFUL THINGS  寂しい 。。。 Never in her life had the idea of standing around talking about boys entered Coquel’s mind, yet here she was. Not only that, it was with someone that might have well been a complete stranger. Was this really how going into battle affected things the night before? Sighing contently, Quel listened cheerfully as Aisio touched on her time at Vytal - and the thing she had for her partner at the academy. She had heard so many great things about Vytal, but she never had the chance to experience them herself. It wasn’t something that bothered her in the slightest, though, so she never really reflected on it too much. She wouldn’t have traded her time at the Monasteries for anything, as a matter of fact. At the end of Aisio’s story, Quel smiled awkwardly and glanced away, feeling slightly ashamed for bringing it up. “Well, uh...Sorry to hear the romance department hasn’t been all it’s cracked up to be!” She said, chuckling nervously as she swirled her drink around in its glass. It was time to change the subject! Perhaps something a little closer to home - maybe something about home itself? The Pendragons were supposed to be a big deal, right? Getting to know a little bit about them would be helpful, especially to... Quel frowned slightly, just barely enough to notice, as she shelved the thought. It seemed like the two of them were getting along pretty well, and the last thing Coquel wanted to do was take advantage of that for the sake of intelligence. What was she to do? She knew what would happen were Aisio and her to cross paths during a mission as enemies, and there were only so many results to that situation - neither of which were good for anyone. At the end of the day - as Elijah insisted on constantly reminding her - she had to look after herself first. Taking a deep breath, Coquel prepared to speak before Aisio spoke up, disappearing for a moment to fetch a stronger drink. She took advantage of that time to shamelessly take several large swigs from her own beverage before her acquaintance returned. Smiling as the red-haired girl began drinking what she was led to believe was something stronger. That was enough to help Coquel relax, now having a scapegoat in case things got too personal in their discussion - the alcohol. Looking around the party, Quel took a quick sip of her drink before returning her full attention to Aisio. Drawing almost uncomfortably close, Coquel’s lips hovered near Aisio’s ear as she spoke in a slight whisper. “Tell me about the Pendragons, Aisio,” she said. “I want to hear about your family. Folk tales, legends. That kind of stuff.” Pulling her head back, Quel remained close to the girl, allowing her to speak quietly should she so choose. AND I TRANSLATED THOSE THOUGHTS INTO WORDS MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Jul 13, 2016 15:47:24 GMT -6
Aisio's gaze darkened greatly, the mention of her family causing her eyes to narrow and look down, and people started moving subconsciously further away from her. For a moment she simply stared at the ground, taking a long drink from her cup and glowering at her feet. Memories of her family falling to the Bhargests, the legendary sword shattering in her older brother's hands, and her flying away with the shattered blade filled her mind and caused her glower to become sadder. Then she shook her head and sighed, gazing apologetically at Coquel. "I'm sorry, just, I am unfortunately the last living Pendragon." She paused, her voice cracking at the last word and causing her to swallow and reacquire her voice. The implication in her words was clear, that the rest of her family fell to the life of a hunter. "According to my grandmother, she said our family has been around since long before humanity even went into the mountains. Supposedly, millennia ago, our ancient ancestor Arthur had united all of Remnant under his banner, flying into battle to protect his people on glowing wings of gold. He charged in with his sword shimmering with flames and his gun of holy fire, smiting down Grimm left and right. Then, he fell to the whims of time, and the land of Remnant splintered. The wings of gold have passed down through the generations, we call it the Wings of Icarus, and that is our semblance. The weapons were Excalibur and Caliburn, and though Caliburn was lost long ago we kept Excalibur and passed it down to the firstborns in the family. It was once a blade forged for a king, the ruler of all the lands."
Aisio lightly removed the sword from its scabbard, careful to keep it away from the people around, and showed the broken blade to Coquel before sheathing it again. "Now it's just a shattered husk of the past, like everything else in this family." Aisio took another swig from her glass, her face beginning to redden slightly as she did so. Her next words were a bit louder, a bit harsher in tone, but not inherently mean or aggressive. "All of that is just stories though, tales from an ancient family. But enough dragging down the mood. My life and troubles are not why we're here. We're here to enjoy ourselves, have a good time, and prepare for the battle to come. Let's not dwell on the horrors of the past, instead we should dwell on the hopes." She held her glass up and looked around calling out loudly to the entire room. "To hope, and to the future!" The cheer was echoed around the room, and people laughed and drank with renewed vigor. Aisio followed suit, draining what was left of the drink in her glass and laughing heartily.
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Jul 13, 2016 17:07:26 GMT -6
I FELT MY HEART SPEAKING WONDERFUL THINGS 寂しい 。。。 If Coquel were to express how the look on Aisio’s face made her feel, at that moment, it would have been complete heartache. Clearly the mention of family stirred up some negative emotions, ones of loss. Unfortunately, Quel had no experience with such loss. She was raised and cared for all her life, by a father that cared for her, around people that cared for her. The Monastery was her home, its inhabitants were her family. She struggled to find the words to respond appropriately, instead opting to place a hand on the red-haired girl’s shoulder. The last Pendragon. That alone was an interesting thought. While tuning in to Aisio’s story, Coquel’s mind began to wander back to her time on Menagerie. It, like most of Remnant, was an inherently dangerous place. Grimm spawned on occasion, making living a relatively lax life almost impossible. Then, of course, you had the extremists. Those were the types that she hated the most. She understood the call for equality, the call for the oppression to come to a stop. What she did not understand was the insatiable need to make them better than humans or to oppress them in return, however. Hypocrisy was something that Coquel, hopefully, would never be guilty of. She was already making the moves necessary to remove herself from the Fang. Nervousness was the next thing the blonde felt, put off by the sudden draw of Aisio’s sword. It was broken, but the amount of damage she was capable of with it was noticeable. Quel had to admit - it suited her very well. Before her she saw a young woman just as broken as the blade in her hand, but she wasn’t a stranger to the havoc a broken person was capable of wreaking against a foe. Coquel was broken in her own ways, taunted nightly by demons that were a product of her own psyche on top of the insurmountable brainwashing attempts performed by the White Fang higher ups. “It’s a fine sword, Aisio, I’m sure it serves you well!” She said with earnest. “I wish I had mine on me, I think you’d like it. In fact...” Coquel began digging through her purse before finally displaying her Scroll. She didn’t let her excitement to share Daedalus interrupt Aisio’s toast, though. Instead, she raised her cup and repeated Aisio’s words before sipping from her drink. Then, in a fluid motion, she moved to the red-haired girl’s side. Scroll in hand, she began flipping through pictures of her sword - taken for the purpose of the change of color she was debating. “Here’s my trusty rusty!” She said with a laugh. “Got ‘im from my dad. Been in the family for a while, I’ve heard. Kind of like yours!”AND I TRANSLATED THOSE THOUGHTS INTO WORDS MADE BY ★MEULK |
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