Lafiel's Party (OFFICIAL PARTY THREAD)

[Lafiel]

Lafiel was standing talking to the Alfred von Summers of an Earl of Leeds. He seemed pretty harmless he was here with his wife to which he had lost somewere else in the manor she was listening as he gave his opinion of the war and how Bretonia was doing when suddenly Lafiel's blood went cold she had felt warm and happy moments ago like everyone was happy. She then turned as she overheard the voice belonging to the person that had made her uncomfortable before. The man that was dressed funny he had his arm around a lady now lafiel observed for a moment trying to see what it was about him that made her feel this way she laughed to herself she was being silly nothing was wrong with them they just had a very interesting way of dressing not like one can feel other peoples emotions. Lafiel suddenly saw someone leaning up against a wall observing everyone else her heart leapt as surprise registered on her face. She suddenly forgot the two strange people chit chatting with a rather large gentleman. Lord Von Summers cut into her thoughts, "Is everything alright Lady Tarrant?" Lafiel turned back to him gave him a slight bow, "I'm sorry my Lord Von Summers you will have to exscuse me a moment." The Earl nodded giving a bow, "Certainly my Lady Tarrant. It has been a pleasure."

After disentangling herself from the Earl and his long conversation she dodged around the strange couple making sure to blend in with the crowds movements as she got closer there was no doubt whom it was in denim pants and a grey vest. He hadn't noticed her approach till it was too late for him to do anything about it. Lafiel moved in front of him as she stepped forward to him wrapping her arms around him moving ever so graceful, the element of surprise being on her side allowing her to hug him before he could protest. She spoke with both surprise and cheer, "Goodmen so lovely for you to come along I wasn't sure if you were coming or not you didn't reply to the invitation I'm so glad your here."

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[Wolfs Ghost]

He felt someone hug him, and heard that annoying voice that came after it.

Opening his eyes he glanced down to see that Lafiel was indeed hugging on him. Should have never showed up. He thought, but decided it was best to play it safe and smiled. Then he decided to push her away from him, although he has hated nobles since the accident many years ago, he didn't push her away hard. Though he believe he should of, because he was just starting to fall asleep when it actually happened.

After pushing her away be placed his hands firmly on her shoulders. "Since when was it natural for a person of Noble birth to hug a commoner?" His voice was oddly calm, for once. Either because he wasn't in a ship, or because he knew that this was probably one of the safest area's on Cambridge tonight. Still, that feeling of something bad happening lingered.

"Now, I don't feel like being the guest of honor, so go mingle with someone else and let me sleep." He said again smiling lightly.

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[Lafiel]

Lafiel felt firm yet not cruel hands unravel her she let her arms drop by her side not ressisitng him as Goodmen held her to arms length his hands on her shoulders. She smiled innocently her green eyes focused on his as she spoke her tone was warm and unfazed, "I don't care Goodmen, all men and woman are equal in my eyes there are no high born or commoners such people are both human and I do believe it is my choice to whom I hug if I wish to hug a friend or someone I know in greeting no system however old will prevent me."

She stared at him more curiously now wondering how her friend whom had saved her many times over the time they had known each other actually thought and why he would think the way he did, she could almost feel the cold politeness as he held her at arms length from him he was an amazing puzzle, she had never met someone quite like him he wasn't like the other friends or at the very least people she knew the feeling she got was almost tangible there was no genuine warmth.

She turned slightly gesturing with her right hand as she spoke towards the Grand Staircase and the upstairs beyond, "You know you are more than welcome to go upstairs and sleep if you are tired there are plenty of rooms with beds in your more than welcome to occupy one." She giggled nervously as she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I am mingling Goodmen honestly I'm not singling you out as a special guest and we haven't really spoken all evening... and I'm.... a little nervous I've never really been apart of such a big event focused on me before its very um daunting... oh and those two wierdly dressed nobles over there make me really on edge they give me the creeps." She eyed the two people in question nervously her gaze flicked to them an back to goodmens face as she surreticiously pointed her body masking the gesture from more prying eyes. "So if you please before you send me back past them lets chat an as you say mingle I think I can only ever recall meeting you once or twice in person before so this is a wonderful chance to talk and get to know one another out of ones ship."

Lafiel kept her breathing as normal as she could while quickly thought over potential escape routes or people to talk to so that she wouldn't have to interact with the rather odd ecentricly dressed nobles. She quietly hoped that that wasn't how all nobles turned out as they grew older she tried to comfort herself with the fact her father and grandad were perfectly normal individuals. She glanced over at the grandfather clock by the grand stairwell it was but seven o'clock the night was still very young.

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[Wellingtons]

It was late in the party as I sat down looking at the party's going on while drink a glass of cold clear water quite refreshing from the usual ,sidewinder fang on the derby that i had grown accustomed when I was finished I left to mingle when I bumped in to some one. I said sorry but I received no reply when I glanced over I saw some one I thought I knew so I went straight after the person when I got near the door "leaving so soon ?" called some one behind it was lieutenant martin bridge who i was on patrol with just before the party ah bridge "you made it then ."

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Captain Natasha Skylen|The.Goldfinch

[beunt]

//to : Aleski, Tomoe, Adama

Sipping his champagne with delight, Bridge listened to Aleski's eventful story. As he felt more at ease and the alcohol slightly rose in his bloodstream, he felt free to react (overly enthusiaticly) at Aleski's words on the fly. "So you are from high neascent ? I understand why you easily swim in official reception like this !" "Offiziertanwerter ? Hey, it seems I'm the one that ought to salute you then !", and actually saluted him. "Nooo way ! The Hessian army ?", then, realizing he was not at Derby's pub, lowered his voice sligthly too loud for such a place.

His good mood fainted a bit when Aleski returned the question to them.

"- My past ? Weeell, sure Aleski. So, how should I start this ? Weell... *coughs* wait, isn't that Adama ? Hey Adama, leaving so soon ?"

Bridge just caught in sight the lieutenant and waved him. Smiling at the sight of his fellows, the charming lady among them, and a nearby bartender, Adama joined them at a calm pace.

"- Ah, Bridge, you made it then."
"- Yes I did Adama, I even did it twice !" Bridge was about to high-five his mate as they usually do, before he remembered he still was not in a pub. Tomoe's dark gaze when he mentioned his lateness again definitely chilled his mood down and he pushed his champagne flute away.
"- Ah well... Adama, let me introduce you to Kashiwaba Tomoe, from Freeport 1. But I guess you already met each other at some corsair hunt in Omega 3, did you ? So tell me, why are you so eager to leave ? The night is still at the begining after all."

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[Jihadjoe]

Admiral Hale's transport had arrived somewhat later than intended. He hadn't slept nearly as much as he would have liked, and was a touch concerned it may have been showing. He spent a few hours trying to catch some sleep before getting ready to take the limo which had been waiting at the gate to his hotel for some time towards the party.

It hadn't been an easy journey from Liberty. Hale wasn't a man for caution, but in hindsight perhaps a little more would have paid off. Clearly some lane hackers had got hold of the shipping details and had attempted to cause them some problems. They got out with enough damage to the Liner to need to put in at Curacao for a day to do some minor repairs.

There was a knock on his bathroom door.

"Admiral, we're going to be late unless we get going now" came the voice of Commander Jasmine Greenson who was acting as his PA for the journey.

"Jasmine, for the love of all that's sane, just leave a man to shave..."

An hour later they were sat in the rather overly luxurious limosine heading towards the Araluen estate.

"Admiral, don't fidget, it'll crease the uniform and..."

"Jasmine, relax. We're going to a party..." Greenson looked confused "Look, we're not on duty, and I think I've known you just about long enough for you to call me Dave if you so wish."

The limo seemed to be slowing and David looked out the window.

"Jesus... Jasmine, this is... "

"Bretonian old-money family Admi-" she coughed "...Dave."

They stepped out of the Limosine and were greeted by a pair of footmen who walked them ceremoniously into the hall, where a butler officially announced them.

"Fleet Admiral David Hale and Commander Jasmine Greenson... Delayed."

The butler scowled slightly. Hale grinned.

David was dressed in the formal white dress uniform of the Liberty Navy. He was unused to such formality and shuffled slightly uncomfortably. "Jasmine" he muttered to the young woman next to him "This is weird."

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[Harcourt.Fenton.Mudd]

//to : Aleski, Bridge, Adama. If your char is near, or hasnt had its position set yet, feel free to jump in the conversation.

" I still don't see the point of such a formal event. It's a birthday not a funeral!
Get drunk, watch people smash chairs over eachothers head, and generaly have fun."

Tomoe grinned.

" But I suppose that's yet another reason so many first generation Zoners leave house space, to get away from needless formality "

[MrHeadphones]

Jones, despite not having much affinity for either the upper class or their parties, was rather enjoying himself. Partly, this was due to the fact that the canap?s were delicious, but also due to the large security presence dotted around. He gave a small nod to a sniper who hadn't quite completely concealed himself behind a large, decorative urn in a wall alcove, and turned, almost walking into a plump, balding man.
"I do say, I am terribly sorry", trilled the man, "I don't think we've met before. I'm Simon Wattlesby, I'm on the board of directors for Planetform, dont'cha'know?"
"Pleased to meet you" replied Jones, extending a hand
Wattlesby shook it, then, as a tray of canap?s passed, quickly grabbed a pair. They consisted of a slightly bluish tinted meat, on a pastry base.
"You should try one of these...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name"
"Commander Jones of the BAF"
"Well, Jones, you should try one, they're made from one of planetform's most prized species, the Gaian Leviathan"
A strange look passed across Jones' face for a second, then he composed himself and took one of the canap?s. He bit into it cautiously.
"It's the new venison, old bean", crowed Wattlesby, obviously pleased with his success. "you know, I really shouldn't be telling you this but we've got a colony of leviathans on planet Cambridge, quite near here in fact"
"I already know", said Jones darkly
"Oh, I guess they put up warning signs around the breeding lakes despite my recommendations" said Wattlesby, obviously peeved that the other directors had rejected his idea.
"No, it wasn't that, although perhaps if there had been warning signs, I wouldn't have known about the leviathans"
"Why would that...oh", said Wattlesby, as realisation finally dawned on him. "I..ah...well...it's like this you see...ah..."
"Thanks to your refusal to put up warning signs, I was off duty for three whole months, and you know how many armed forces pilots died because of that?"Asked Jones, his voice set in that quiet tone that people use just before they start beating the person in front of them with the nearest heavy object.
"no?" quavered Wattlesby
"Neither do I" Hissed Jones, before walking off through the crowds.

[Seth Karlo]

Salazar quietly wandered over to Lafiel, catching her in the split second she was free.

"Countess" he said, and she turned, recognizing the voice.

"Kithe..." she whispered. "What are you doing here?!"

Salazar chuckled lightly for a second.

"Why, wishing you a Happy Birthday of course. Here, I have some presents for you."

He pulled two small boxes from within his suit jacket, just as Serena sidled up next to him.

"May I introduce my wife, Serena" he added. "Serena, the Countess Lafiel Tarrant."

"A pleasure" Serena murmured, curtsying.

Salazar passed the first box over, it had a hinged lid which Lafiel opened slowly.

"This is from my daughter, Siona, who thought it would be something you should have."

Inside the box rested a gold necklace. The links of gold were obviously of the highest quality, and near the front were crystal clear diamonds and stunningly dark red ruby's. The necklace was obviously worth several hundred million credits, if not more.

"It was made by a very gifted craftsman on Planet New London 700 years ago, it is very likely the most expensive piece of jewelry in Sirius. Treat it well."

Lafiel nodded slightly.

"And from myself and Serena, something less pretty perhaps, but slightly more practical."

He opened the second, smaller, box to reveal a ring. The orange stone nestled in it seemed to glow.

"This is a personal shield, one of 6 in existence. I thought you might need it in the coming days. As long as you are wearing this ring, it will automatically activate when gunfire or a knife comes into close proximity to you."

Lafiel touched it, and the ring glowed once.

"There. That ring is now encoded to your DNA signature. If anyone but you touches it it will instantly self destruct."

Salazar nodded again, smiling, and placed the two boxes in Lafiels hands.

"Have an excellent day Countess, if you'll excuse me..."

And with that, the two melted back into the crowd.

//I hope you don't mind me having your character say that Lafiel, if you don't like it just say and I'll edit it.

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Signature by Sleipnir.

[beunt]

" I still don't see the point of such a formal event. It's a birthday not a funeral!
Get drunk, watch people smash chairs over eachothers head, and generaly have fun."
" But I suppose that's yet another reason so many first generation Zoners leave house space, to get away from needless formality "

Bridge almost spat his champagne.

"- Kashiwaba, please !" he said, half blushed, looking around and hoping no VIP heard that typical lack for etiquette.

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