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Thread: Sky Pirates (Zell and RavenGrey)

Its alright, so no worries. The show went on for about two hours which gave Nova enough time to be ready himself. When the time was right he and a few of his own crew went ahead and sneak around everyone and headed towards were Talila sat. Around her were her guards making sure on one got too close to the princess. They rest a hand on their sword hilts just in case some one would try anything funny, so when Nova came close to them he coudl tell they were getting a little edgey and griping their helts a little tighter. People around were starting to whisper among each other and Nova quickly rose one hand for the guards and another to everyone else with a finger to his lips hoping they wouldn't give him a nd his men away just yet. Nova slowly get's out a scroll and hands it to one of the guards. This scroll was handed to him by the cloaked man with a wax seal on it as well so he didn't know what it said. All he was told is that he hands it to the guards and they should let him get close tp the princess without toruble, or at lest until she is being takening by the airship. The two guard look at each other and by the look at them they seem to aprove and didnt see any problem in it which was what the pirate captain wanted. Also in good timeing for his part in this show is begining. Nova drew his sword and then moved to were the princess would see him, however for a moment he looked at her. He had to say even for an elf Talila indeed is a very beautiful woman, quickly however he push those thought's aside and back to what he was doing. He quickly mouth her the words 'all part of the show' in hope not to scare out of her wits or too much for that matter. You there, whos that with the princess! Rion shouted. Nova can beseen from were he was and looked as everyone before looking back at Rion acting all surprised Who? Little oh me? he asked. Yes you and I konw who you are as well, Nova Wildheart the pirate of Zanarkand skys! Rion called out. Ah, and here I was hoping to still go around unnotice. What gave me a way captain? Was it my devilish good looks, my hat or the fact I wore only black? Nova asked. Neither, the smell of rat gave it away! Rion replyed. Nova looks at everyone well I guess that's what I get for having some cheese. He said towards everyone and most seem to laugh at that joke, even some the guard be seen chuckling.
Thread: Sky Pirates (Zell and RavenGrey)

Talila had been enjoying the show for the good two hours it was going on. Talila had been clapping and cheering with the others as she had smiled before she had seen her knights get a little tense as she had noticed one had gotten close to her. She had looked at them before they seemed to be calmed down as Talila had looked toward Nova as she has smiled softly st him before nodding at his lips and what he said. Talila had blinked as she had seen the navy officer come on stage as she had gave a small giggle to what Rion said about the rat and cheese as she had smiled watching what was gonna happen next. Talila had felt amazed at how this was all working and playing no out Talila was enjoying the show but she has no idea what was about to come.
Thread: Sky Pirates (Zell and RavenGrey)

Nova mostin's Talila the fallow with out touching her, or at lest not yet. If he were to by any means would make the guard a little more on the edge and he didn't want that, not now when they are so close. Insteed he would motion with his sword close to her to the stage as if he have her where he wants her. Unhand her you fiend and fight like a real man! Rion called out while both Nova and Talila move up the ramp leading to the stage area. Now ere is the fun in that? I enjoy having a woman with me as I show a Navy captain who is the true king of the skys! Nova said just before he swing and clash with Rion's sword and doing a bit of sword play for veryone to see. At the moment that Talila gotten onto the ship's stage the crew cut the ropes that held the air ship in place and right away the engins start flare up. Both Rion and Nova kept their act of sword play until the air ship was about ten feet in the air, to everyone else it all seem like part of the show but the guards right away shouted for the princess and quickly start moving but it was too late to truely do anything about it. The rear of the ship closed with everyone still on the stage area and now have their princess. Well that went better then I thought it would. he said to Rion as they both lower there swords.
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Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Funerals were such a bore, even for someone used to the overly complex and time-honored traditions of nobility that seemed to drag on for hours longer than they needed. Sofia Fortem could hardly maintain the pleasant smile that was expected of her in such a public event, the layers of clothing and multitudes of boring aristocrats wearing on her patience. The pink dress, which cut off at the shoulders and revealed an almost scandalous amount of cleavage for the time clung to her figure quite perfectly, even if it obscured most of her gorgeous assets. Nonetheless, today would be worth the boredom and formal dress. While she would much rather lounge around at her mansion in something far more leisurely, appearances were important, and she was on the precipice of solidifying her family as the top dog in Florence. With the death of Marco Mortem, the city was wide open for a new controlling factor. Marco had been a ruthless head of his family, using a brutal combination of subterfuge and violence to keep the controlling factors of the city aligned with him. The last few years, as his health had failed, the vultures had begun to circle, his lack of an established heir leaving his stranglehold over the city quite open. While the Mortems would remain one of the richer houses in the city, their lack of leadership would cost them most of their power. Now, amidst the somber faces of Mortem allies, other houses were quietly forging alliances and scrambling to secure connections to try and fill the void left by such a drastic change in the balance of power. Sofia Fortem was one of the distinct exceptions, however. She had spent the last year preparing for this exact moment, slowly building her resources up and building friendships with the key circles within the city. She had no need to spend the day scurrying about for support. No, today was simply a formality in her mind, she had little expectation of anything of not happening today. No, her day of excitement would come when she had the city under her thumb. However, Sofia might have been too quick to assume mundanity in such a day. Out of the corner of her eye, while making polite conversation with a minor court noble, she saw the master of whispers, as she liked to refer to him as, the man whose spy network ran deep throughout the city. He had always been the man anyone went to when they sought information. Yet today, he was approaching her. Politely, she excused herself from the conversation and walked over to meet him. With an expression reserved to a pleasant smile, unwilling to give anything away until she knew his intentions, Sofia politely began I didnt realize you had time for me. Surely your day would be better spent listening to the soft murmurings of new alliances, no? So, do tell me why youve graced me with your presence. Sofia idly swirled the glass of red wine, taking a sip from it as she awaited her answer from the mysterious man
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Nicholas Umbra was well-known in this city as the man with all the knowledge, the man who could be trusted to know everything - and if he didn't, he would certainly find out. He had made a massive fortune from a network of spies in every family, selling information to each of the other factions in exchange for their funds. It was this way that he had amassed such power within this city, despite having no political or familial ties to it's ruling body. And as the Mortem family had fallen from power, he predicted another golden age for him as the factions sought to tear each other apart. But it had quickly become apparent that few were actually in a position to take control of any kind, and those that were would likely be so predictable that a simple change in the norm would throw their plans right off. However, the one he couldn't account for was Sofia Fortem, a new player, at least to him. The one person who might stand between him and a sudden grasp on the city and its people. And so now, on this somber occasion, he approached her, both of them doing their duty and making appearances, but the two of them more than aware of exactly how everyone was working. She had the eyes of an intelligent manipulator - and he would know, as he saw those eyes every morning in the mirror. She would be a worth opponent. But he wouldn't allow her to know his intentions just yet, though she was sharp and keen, instantly curious as to why he had decided to approach her. Madame Fortem. He said in greeting, giving her a small bow. Please, I'm certain you know that every one of those buffoons will go home and speak of their plans to their advisers and their wives and a servant will overhear. I don't need to listen in, because they're just going to tell me. He said with the smallest and slightest of smirks. Do I need a reason to approach a beautiful woman and inform her of that beauty? Should I fabricate one? I must warn you, I'm very good at lying on the spot. His tone was light, relaxed, and completely out of place at a funeral, though by this point the wine was getting to people and appearances were beginning to slip. Besides, the Mortem family was quickly retiring anyway, and the afternoon was yet young. His eyes wandered over her. She was indeed attractive, and he had no intention of denying that to her or himself. Perhaps... A method to distract her and manage the upper hand would be to pursue her. He had honest intentions - marrying into her house by proxy would be beneficial to him, but moreso... She was a prize of her own sort a beautiful woman with a mind of her own, eyes like fire, and a wit like a rapier. Exactly the kind of woman you'd expect a Spymaster to enjoy the company of.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

The nature of his visit quickly became as apparent as it would ever be, on the surface he seemed to be flirting with her. However, nothing was ever so simple with a master of whispers, and now seemed to be her first test on the rise to the top. No doubt he would be vying for some sort of power left behind in the death of the Mortem family, though she had no idea to what extent, and at some point they would certainly clash heads. As a result, now would be a good time to test her charisma and subtlety, to see if she had enough mastery of her own feminine wile and silver enough tongue to discern his true purpose for such a meeting. Gone was the dismissive tone she applied to servants or those who held little bearing in the world. However it was not replaced with the normal tone of feigned interest that she had become so deft with. Instead, she now spoke with an air to her voice, a joviality that flirted with the voice of a lover. It contained hints of sultry whispers and just a touch of mindlessness to it. In essence, it was the best tone she could muster for flirting, and she had no doubt it would catch his attention. I have no need of your lies when you speak so plainly. Im quite grateful but your company is akin to that of a large tree, your handsome demeanor casts a long shadow over any beauty I may possess she added. It wasnt even a lie or very hyperbolic, despite the objectively twisted inner workings of a man in such a profession, he possessed strong features that perfectly complemented his pleasing tone. However, Sofia was here to garner information, not to lose herself in his firm gaze. Im afraid, Signor Umbra , that I find it quite hard to believe you came over simply to compliment. Surely you have some other reason for your kindly visit, besides distracting yourself from the gloom of such a dreary affair she added with a hint of a smile that seemed to suggest so much more than what she said. Perhaps she would simply receive an invitation to dinner, or perhaps her radiant blue eyes would be enough to tease his purpose out into the open. Either way, playing mental games with one of the smartest men in Florence was far more entertaining than simply making appearances. Her plans for beginning to seize power had already been set in motion for the weekend, only a few days away, and she had little to do but distract her mind from overcomplicating such affairs. No, as it stood the underground crimelord, as he essentially was in all but name, would make a nice distraction for the moment. Perhaps she could even recruit him to her side, assuming he wasnt in her way already. As it stood, however, Sofia had no grasp of his plans or intentions. She simply knew that he had ones, like always.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

The tone of her voice was interesting, certainly not the kind of tone you'd address anyone in... it was far more smooth, sultry, and almost seductive. What was she playing at, hm? Her little bantering reply drew another small smile from his lips. I'll not fault your eye for masculine features, Signora, for that would do me no service. But I will fault your logic. No one looks at a pair of handsome people such as the two of us and thinks one overpowers the other when it comes to our appearances. No, they are more likely to exclaim 'Look at that handsome couple!' or something akin to it. Now, us overpowering each other, hypothetically, could occur in other scenarios, but such a suggestion might be too forward. His tone, words, and expression all flirted with her, his words carefully crafted. As she accused him of coming for more than merely paying compliments, he laughed. What, not satisfied to engage in a duel of silver tongues? He exclaimed, raising an eyebrow in a manner both curious and suggestive. You might be right, or perhaps not. I haven't yet decided myself. He mused over her words for a long moment. But I have decided that I would like to extend an invitation to you. I have a small banquet arranged at a local establishment for myself and some close friends. I would be more than pleased if you could find the time to accompany me. You engage my mind more effectively than most, and it is best that I not allow myself to become too bored during obligatory social events. His eyes watched her closely, obviously curious as to whether she would accept the invitation. He was already aware of her intentions when it came to amassing power in the town, though he had no idea how she intended to do it. He did, currently have the advantage on her, as she was not yet aware of his plan, though she would likely leave his presence today with some understanding that they would be rivals. He chose that word carefully. To him, enemies were the opposition, those that would never be defeated unless they were dead. But rivals... they were simply challenges to be overcome, people to make life interesting. Enemies had to be eliminated, but rivals? They were to be toyed with, matched, and beaten. Conquered and dominated, in one way or another. He was the master puppeteer, and how hard would it be to turn her into a puppet?
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Matching wits with someone as well spoken and composed as herself was quite the thrill. The trappings of nobility and wealth did little to sharpen the minds of those in Florence and too often Sofia would simply discern exactly what she wanted with a few carefully chosen sentences. Nicholas, on the other hand, rolled with the punches, sending back witticisms and veiled promises with ease. He was a constantly shifting enigma who seemed to revel in concealing his purpose. However, as their conversation continued to angle towards flirtation a feeling began to nag at Sofia. The longer this conversation dragged on, the surer Sofia was that the master of whispers would stand in her way to the ascent of the throne. She had no real reason to suspect this sudden shift in his goals, but the way he seemed to be avoiding declaring his purpose was enough to raise her suspicions. Perhaps Sofia was wrong and simply was reading too much into his normally guarded behavior, but there was no way her plans this weekend could afford to simply ignore her hunch. No, the second Sofia left the festivities of the day behind, her plan to seize control of the police would simply have to possess safeguards against any sort of actions Nicholas may take of his own. While unlikely, Sofia had planned this for far too long to allow her suspicions to simply fall by the wayside. You are very well spoken, Master Whisper Sofia began, resolving to remember the nickname in the future. The courts of Florence are so often filled with dullards and ignoramuses. Its refreshing to speak with one so eloquent and careful in their words. Sofia gave him a sultry glance, her form of response to his more obvious flirtations from earlier, before continuing on. Id love to attend your banquet, though I hope you truly mean small when you refer to the attendance. I do so despise large gatherings. Sofia paused for a moment and pursed her lips before filling his ears with a playful laugh, a volatile mix of carefree flirtation and veiled lust. Come to think of it I dislike gatherings in general. The most intimate things in life can never be enjoyed in the company of others. Hopefully the estate is as big as your web of spies, Id love to spend some time amidst the darkest corners with you she added with a playful smile before returning to a more formal manner. So when and where should I meet you? she inquired, her mind already turning as to how her plans could be fool proofed from any of his meddling.
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Sofia had spent the next couple of days enacting every safeguard she could. This plan would not fail on the account of a spymaster such as Nicholas, not matter how devious he may be. For, no matter how well connected he may be, the man still lacked the door-opening status as a noble. Sofia imagined that his plan would involve blackmail or some other manipulative force. Nicholas seemed to be of the type who skulked in the shadows, his plans making up for their lack of boldness in clever design. Sofia, on the other hand, was a more forceful person. While she still appreciated and incorporated some subtlety, besides simply keeping the plan secret, her solution was bound to be far more straightforward than whatever Nicholas had come up with. The key to controlling the military was through their leaders, and she would soon hold the ace of spades in her hand. When Friday finally occurred, she was prepared and confident. She would have all the time in the world to do whatsoever she pleased with her new flame as the wheels of her plan were already set in motion. No matter what happened between her and him tonight, the forces at work from both sides could not be stopped. She simply hoped that he had the common courtesy to reveal his plan as the night progressed. Sofia had dressed extremely casually for the era. In fact, had it not been a private affair, she would have invited whisperings with such caustic words as whore or slut. As it was, she doubted that Nicholas would mind the ample amount of skin on display judging by their earlier flirtation she would likely not be wearing her outfit all night. Sofia wore a plain blue gown that cut off just below her knees and lacked sleeves, the design akin to a peasants dress even if the material was far finer. The front of the dress showed a reasonable amount of cleavage and was more than enough to tantalize Nicholas imagination. The young noble girl stepped into his carriage upon his arrival and gave him a smile. Word is, youve been a busy man this week. Shocked you have the time for me with such important events on the horizon she added, hoping to rattle him slightly with her information. Then, she added a bit of flirtation, curious to see if her teasing would lead somewhere exciting. I hope you dont mind the banal nature of my dress. Since it was just us, I wasnt too concerned with decorum. Besides, who knows if Ill even need this old thing for very long. Sofias bright laughter filled the carriage, brightening the brief journey. When the carriage finally came to a halt, she beckoned for him to assist her outside and into the venue for their dinner. Who knew what lascivious behavior the night would bring?
Thread: Vying For The City (AE x Machiavelli)

Nicholas smiled as he caught sight of her, enjoying the view. His eyes made his appreciation clear as they swept her body a few times before his lips delivered sugared compliments and his trademark smirk. She more than teased a little, and he was certain that any tight-mannered man might have found her clothes a little too provocative. Yet it was beyond clear that his morals and manners might vary a bit too far from the norm for him to complain or comment. He was more than content to admit that he enjoyed the sight of her skin and her body. Ah, is that what they are saying, hm? He mused as she challenged his timetable, a smile playing on his lips. I have a complicated series of maneuvers to complete over the coming hours, as I'm certain you do as well. However, I'm currently more interested in maneuvering you about. He gave her a slight wink. Besides, my operatives have their orders. Everything that happens from here on out is out of my hands, and you, beautiful woman, are hopefully in them. And, as timing was everything with him, the carriage came to a halt and he offered her his hands to help her out. As for your dress, I'd certainly prefer you to not be wearing it when you're in my hands. A playful glance was thrown her way once more. Offering his arm, he led her into the building, where a white-clad waiter stood, holding a pad of paper. Signor Umbra, welcome. This way. He said, giving a slight bow before turning around and heading up a flight of stairs, and then another. With a slight flourish, he opened a door, and Nicholas led his date through the portal. On the other side was the rooftop of the two-story building, looking over the Plaza di San Lorenzo, lit with candles and surrounded by a small garden. In the center of the space there was a table, set for two, a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting. I spare no expense. Nicholas chuckled, holding a chair for her to sit as waiters appeared, delivering a small basket of bread. The first course will be a light pasta with scallops, followed by the second course... the chef, who had appeared amidst the wave of waiters, paused when the menu for the evening was completed, and Nicholas gave him a small approving nod. The chef smiled, and gestured for the dishes to come forward. Once the staff had drifted away, Nicholas glanced over the Florentine skyline around them. Such a beautiful city. Do you think her people know the clash of powers that is going on around them now? He mused, giving her a little glance as he stood to pour wine. A grand contest begins, and we, the generals, dine as armies clash.