Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

I've always let you have the higher bodycount, and you damn well know it. The snappy tone in Brivear's voice was something of a joke between the two, as was the subject of it. It was well known in Road Camelot that their numbers were high enough, that most stopped caring. Your mother, however..., a dignified nod, and the tilt of the head with upraised-eyebrows that indicated sincere respect. ...I don't fault them one bit for knowing her legacy. The sweet-talk of their respective little one's endeavors brought a smile the iron-y elders lips. A soft thing, it was, of time remembered and the heart well-enough sung to glow in the beauty of love. No words, this time around, except for another small nod that spoke quietly on its own. Despite the trouble they got into--most being the base idea from his own child--that was the reason Brivear allowed their continued relationship. Alisia could learn a thing or two from the young Cadence, and he, from her. At the chime, all semblance of elderly possessions that the Memoiri figurehead might've held were gone head turning smoothly to regard Lucian with a glare quite as instinctive as the man's own. What irony would it be, after all, if their talk about Vox Illumina had summoned the proverbial beast. But, rest-well-enough-alone, if anxious, that it was just their better subject of conversation, to be exercising trouble. Did you expect anything less of them? Your son finally has some semblance of power, and they both know with his incubation abated, they can continue their shenanigans. A momentary pause, the glare long gone from Brivear's visage, a tiny smirk tilting up the corner of his lips. I'm sated enough with knowledge of my daughter's actions. But, A hand rose, brushing almost contemplatively across his full beard. ...The question is, without regard for his situation, or your own protectiveness... ...Just how much do you want to see your son's power? Rather surprisingly, as the look on her face did relay, Alisia had barely a moment to lean against the wall, before she was greeted by the smug face of her friend. Snapping the bag up with her twin tails, the winged kitsune stepped into the elevator beside him, turning only an upraised brow to the explanation of the vehicle. Waiting until he was finished with said-explanation, she was quick to retort, I see you've drawn parallels to your new-found speed of readiness..., with the punchline out, and as the doors opened to reveal the bike in its glory, ivory whites nipped down on a sweet red lip. Hell, if Chase paid close enough attention, he would see her eyes almost dilate at the sight. ...But believe me, I know what a Cuirasser is. A date to the countryside then? Perfect. A less biting response this time, but it was abundantly clear that Alisia was more focused on the vehicle than her 'butler' at the moment, shown all-the-more by her handing off the bag to him. Almost too eager, was she, with a quick straddle of the bike to follow behind Chase. Her form slid right up against him, without a qualm, hands only resting on his hips. The twin-tails couldn't be spoken for, however, as with a quick flourish, they wrapped about his torso by chance or by purpose, tips resting against the inside of his thighs. Wings shifted and pointed slightly downwards, tip-to-tip, just behind them. After all, with the speeds this thing could reach, it would be a force of will to keep normally-rested wings flat against the wind. A darling of an honest smile met Chase's glance over his shoulder, responding in kind to his briefing with an out-flit tongue even as her chin moved forward to rest against it, meshing her body closer to him. As he did well know from her teasing, Alisia hadn't the slightest sense of personal space for dear Chase. Especially when she was excited. The whole house knew, after all, what with the repeated dive-bombings and superhero-landings, how much of a speed-freak the heiress was. Ever since she could flap those soft-furred wings, she was all over the place. Of course, rules had been set once the harmless bouts of activity began interfering with grounds-work, and there was also that time she tried to race an air elemental about the estate. Yet-another riot for the house. She was, indeed, practically buzzing with excitement as the doors opened, and Chase finished off his speech. What, you can't fly with those meat-wings? She teased at him nonsensically, putting pressure down on his shoulder as if to add physicality to the jest. No, joking aside, as the bike began, Chase felt her tense behind himalmost shifting farther against him. In but a moment they were off, and racing along. Zero-to-sixty, sixty-to-one-twenty, one-twenty-to-one-eighty... Alisia's hand reached up from the butler's hip, and grasp the accelerator over his own firmly. Without giving him a moment to respond, the winged kitsune whooped in delight and slammed it down. With glee on her features, and her tail-tips wiggling happily like a wag without space, the heiress was a sight raven-black-and-electric blue hair flying back in the wind, canine's bared with a wicked smile, ears up and flitting in the wind. What a surprise it was to them both, then, when she adjusted, and animalistically nuzzled the joining of Chase's neck and shoulder, in the crooked collar of that dress shirt. The soothing, yet so subtly-sharp aroma of his cologne, alongside the scent unique from person to person, she could almost... So autonomous had it been that after a second of it, the kitsune found herself blinking in surprise, drawing her face away and back to the scenery in the fluid manner that to one playing close-enough attention, was a blunt attempt at maintaining face.