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Post by Edmond on Mar 24, 2016 6:05:17 GMT
The feel of Chaldea had not yet lost the sense of wonder that Edmond saw in it. He'd walked solid gold hallways, been in and out of the highest places in France and the rest of the world combined, and yet the sheer metal hallway of Chaldea, humming and aglow with the sounds of machinery, was something altogether new to the Count of Monte Cristo. He had reached the point where he considered himself a master observer of the world and it's wonders...what a fool he had been, to think humanity would be able to come so far in a scant century or two. It only proved his maxim correct.
The sole Servant of the Avenger class in Chaldea was engaging himself in a leisurely stroll. It was funny...he'd become so accustomed to having Haydee at his side that he felt rather uncomfortable on his lonesome. Slightly bemused at the difference in his experience since the events that made him famous, he trails a hand along the wall as he continues to walk. Despite the solitary nature of his expedition, he felt rather pleased. It was like he had Haydee, Maximillien, or Albert at his side. He wasn't quite sure why he was in such a good mood. Eventually he settled on the simple fact that he was allowed to be an agent of Providence, a benefactor. He was able to use his wealth and skills to be a pure benefit for mankind, without the pressing weight of vengeance against the conspirators pushing him ever onward towards a damnation he only very narrowly avoided.
Soon enough, his walk is interrupted as he hears footsteps coming down the hall. He claps his hands together, smiling and laughing. Would it be one of the fascinating Heroic Spirits he was a part of and had heard so much about in his short time getting acquainted to the Chaldea compound? Or would it be one of the illustrious people that built Chaldea into the colossal force for good that it is in keeping humanity alive? Either way, Edmond Dantes felt that he could only enjoy the company of another person right now, no matter the circumstance.
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Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Mar 24, 2016 6:19:26 GMT
The footsteps were clearly audible, appearing to be pristine taps. This tapping sound would only come from footwear that would have a defined heel, and lo and behold, they would indeed be actual footwear heels. What, or rather who appeared to this Avenger was someone of comparable malice. But it is not malice suited towards others. Rather, it was malice directed towards oneself. Indeed, the person who would appear in front of the Count would be known as the darkened King of Knights, the tyrannical figurehead of the once great Britain, Arturia Pendragon, dressed in her typical black dress that everyone had got to know her by through bewildered sights.
Who was once formally known as 'Saber' or even 'Saber Alter' had recently undergone some sort of 'ascension', and to her surprise, she was able to unlock a power that belonged to another class. Aptly put, people needed to refer to her as Arturia Pendragon now, as her Servanthood have exceeded the formalities of being confined to a single class. The golden-eyed woman was heading back to her rather new abode, until she saw the man that appeared in her path, gesturing with a clap as if it was done out of glee, followed by a maniacal-like smile and laughter. But that is what not had gotten her attention. Rather, the essence of his being was so dark, so 'lethal', that even she herself, an embodiment stained with evil, shuddered in her heels. It made her stop in her walk, having no choice to herself that she needed to hear this man out, as this man was seemingly enjoyed that he had met someone.
"..." Arturia remained silent, her facial expression showing her usual stoic self, yet her inner being was that of anticipation... and anxiousness... A feeling that she had felt since... never. Even if Avenger appeared to be restraining his vengeance for the good of mankind's salvation, his very spirit immediately betrays the latter expectation to anyone who knows what evil is like.
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Post by Edmond on Mar 24, 2016 7:12:42 GMT
What appeared before the erstwhile Count was a woman, shorter than him, with blond hair and eyes of a pristine amber. She was undoubtedly beautiful, and yet, in a sense, absolutely unapproachable purely from her demeanor and manner. She dressed in a somewhat risque dress, but all of that was relatively unimportant to him. No, what caught Edmond's attention was the sheer power held in that light frame...and the dark tint to it.
This...was not someone he wanted to see. He clutches his forehead slightly, as if he had taken ill, his laughter ceasing. The sheer malice in her prana, of a kind that spoke of death and destruction. Something evocative of what deserved God's judgment, rather than God's providence. This was not going well. Still, as she approaches, he looks up, smiling. "It..is quite good to meet you, madamoiselle. I apologize for my state, but your presence caught me somewhat off guard. I assume you can only be one of the Heroic Spirits? I am trying to get acquainted, I am but a recent arrival."
He should leave. He shouldn't simply stay here. This person was like an anathema to his existence, someone who should not be. Still, I struggle through. I had regained my existence, slowly, grudgingly...I wouldn't cease being Edmond Dantes just because a woman had prana tainted black. "My name is Edmond Dantes. I do hope we can be friends."
It's only at this point I realize...she's intimidated by me? To an extent I'm unaware myself, before I laugh once again. Have I become so accustomed to the changed demeanor of my later life that I forgot fully the terror I held over Paris? That I could simply ignore the auspicious class I had been summoned to fill? "How dreadfully ignorant and thoughtless of me. Please, do not be apprehensive. We share the same mission, the same goal...or at least I hope that may be so."
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Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Mar 24, 2016 7:37:14 GMT
Oh, what a pitiful man. A pitiful, yet seemingly kind-hearted man. But what 'facade' would ever persuade Arturia, when what lurks behind it is so real and so devious? She would not be swayed by the man's feinted actions. Her eyes would narrow when Avenger would start to speak to her, and while his words appear to be genuine, the tyrant would refuse to believe it, for now. "I am far from heroic, but yes, if this kind of spirit is the only kind able to be summoned as a Servant, then I am indeed a 'Heroic Spirit.'" She hated using that term to describe herself. It is true that her good-natured, saint-like self would be appropriately and deservedly described as a Heroic Spirit. However, having fallen into darkness, she detests the fact that she could still be considered a Heroic Spirit. Such is that of her self-loathing.
Despite the hatred towards her own existence and for almost everything that she once stood for, Arturia had not thrown away her worth yet, and therefore, her nobility as well. "... I am Arturia Pendragon." That was all she replied with, preferring not to comment regarding the possibility of the two being friends. In fact, the King of Knights hasn't really made any proper friends during her time here. Even her goal that was on her mind prior to encountering this wealthy noble was geared towards solitude, or at least spending time with her loved one.
It was then that Arturia would realize the meaning of the Count's next statements. "It is quite perceptive of you to notice that. However, you should not worry... I am your ally, so to speak, fighting for the wishes of Chaldea." With a quiet nod with her gentle face, Arturia would assert herself to be more weary of this Servant. He is not someone to be easily trusted in her opinion... The tyrant... The darkened King of Knights... It felt like she doesn't want to be here in Edmond's presence more than the latter wishes he doesn't want to be here. It will be quite fascinating to share this encounter with her lover.
"If you will excuse me then, I shall take my leave." She did not mention any good will or intentions beyond that formal request. Not a mention of a desire of potentially seeing each other in the same mission. Not any other mention related to that realm. Arturia would start to walk pass Edmond, still feeling the coldness creeping on her pale skin. Even how she was walking is quite stiff. While Avenger might notice this, the girl did not care. The sooner she can move away from the malicious entity, the better she can regain the fullness of her bearings.
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Post by Edmond on Mar 24, 2016 7:54:19 GMT
I allow Arturia Pendragon to continue on her way without much complaint. I wanted to be rid of her, and she wanted to be rid of me. Thankfully she allowed me to do so with my politeness intact. Her very presence was highly disconcerting to me. It made me want to attack her...it made me want to utterly destroy her. Destroy her like I had destroyed Villefort, Danglars, Fernand, Caderousse...and anyone else that got in my way for those revenges, like I had nearly destroyed the few people I was able to become close to...like I nearly destroyed Albert, Maximilien, Haydee, Mercedes....It was wrong. I didn't need to seek revenge anymore. I was free from Marseilles, free from the past that I was consumed by. So...why?
That dark prana of hers was the only thing I could put together, but it was no reason. What should have happened if I had seen my copy? It was clear that the prana I myself irradiated was dark, that I myself was considered an enemy of the world despite my intentions. Would I be compelled to take my own life in that way?
Fascinating questions, but none of which bore importance to the current situation. I turn to her with a smile, tipping my hat gently and easily. "I hope you have a good night, Mademoiselle Pendragon. Please, do not be a stranger." With that, I continue my walk along the corridor, more somber than I had remembered it being just a few scant moments ago.
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Post by La Maupin on Mar 27, 2016 3:50:15 GMT
Julie tended to have luck when she wandered around in the hallways, and so recently she’d taken to doing it more often. You never knew what kind of interesting people you’d run into. Today, for instance, she’d happened upon what looked to be a paler and frownier version of Mordred. King Arthur? No. Not heroic-looking enough. And so perhaps it was Arthur’s…sister? She’d certainly seen stranger things roaming around Chaldea.
Anyhow, it was only a passing moment, really. She happened to see her on her way to who-knows-where, having just finished a chat with some pale-haired fellow in a hat and a long coat. He was…almost definitely a Frenchman. And not just because she’d overheard him call the lady “Mademoiselle”. Smiling widely, she approached.
“Ah, look at you. I can tell a Frenchmen a mile away.” She said.
There weren’t enough of them here. There was Astolfo, and he was interesting enough to count for six, but they’d need at least double that before she’d be satisfied.
“Anyhow, that woman…That isn’t Mordred, correct? Just someone that looks like her? She seems quite unpleasant. And yet…”
She paused a moment, imagining how she might handle an encounter with her. Would it be worth it? Very rarely was she in the mood for women that were crazy enough to actually murder her, and this one was English, but she did have a certain fondness for blondes. Sighing, she attempted to put it out of her mind until later. This was the sort of nonsense that got her into trouble. And trouble, as glorious as it was, required more planning than she was used to nowadays…
Laughing, she added;
“Oh, how rude of me. I am Julie D’Aubigny, La Maupin, at your service.”
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Post by Edmond on Mar 27, 2016 5:57:04 GMT
The bad experience he had with the last woman still dragged on Edmond. To think, something as simple as ill-fated prana could make him as eager for revenge as he had been fresh out of D'If after stewing for years. He'd thought he was long over his revenges, long over his untempered fury that had nearly taken everything away from him several times. This class was truly something fearful after all...and he was fully ready to continue stewing in melancholy at that sobering reminder until a flippant, eager voice addressed him, not as an Avenger, but as a man of the greatest country on Earth. He smiles back, his more calm demeanor returning.
"I am, yes. Not nearly so full-blooded as yourself, however...I'm so Catalan I may as well be Spanish." Edmond makes an easy apology for his less than full Frenchness as a joke. He breathes a sigh of relief, he's able to make sure that it was merely Arturia's presence that brought on his urge to avenge, and nothing relating to general interactions with other people. What's more, she had pomp and panache, she could be the spitting image of a Eugenie Danglars that had a few more years and even more confidence to support her. She was immediately likable.
Her question was of a kind that confused him. "Mordred? The knight that brought Camelot low is here?" He's far from being surprised...if she was, that would be quite interesting to him. Quite the story in human justice there to be heard...but refraining from answering her question goes against the bounds of politeness. "No, she introduced herself as an 'Arturia Pendragon.' I'm assuming some unknown sister or cousin of Arthur that shared her last name."
At her introduction, Edmond sputters. It couldn't be. THE Maupin? How fortuitous was this!? "I am Edmond Dantes, the Count of Monte Cristo, and likewise." Edmond had wanted to make a striking entrance...but what can he do when the Maupin herself was present before him? "Forgive me, mademoiselle, but I have become a huge fan of the opera in my later years. I don't suppose I could trouble you for an autograph?" The amount of time he had spent in and out of opera houses had him very acquainted with the work of the illustrious Maupin. The impact she had on opera in my time was phenomenal...she had practically defined modern opera for his generation. He reasons that a little indulgence in something less than dignified wasn't that bad when faced with someone he had truly grown to admire.
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Post by King Atlas on Mar 27, 2016 6:24:13 GMT
 It had been time for a change. It didn't help that as Atlas, the King of Atlantis, he'd been getting bothered with duels and shit. It didn't matter whether or not he could win these duels, the fact of the matter was he was getting bothered with them. So he had shut himself in his apartment for a bit and started working some of his highest tiered magic. It was a long, arduous process. He couldn't just wave his hand like some masters of the craft, but he was able to transfer to the fairer sex. It might do some good to hide out in this form for a while and let some of the heat die down. Plus they did say it was good to get in touch with your feminine side. ALL IN ALL, HE WAS RATHER HAPPY WITH THE RESULT.The form wasn't something he had magically crafted, nor was it something that was made with the appearance in mind. This form was simply what Atlas would have looked like had he been born as Queen of Atlantis rather than King of Atlantis. That being said, he (she?) thought it looked rather nice. That being said, she did notice that she was rather tall. Medusa had always been mocked by her sisters for her height, and this Atlas had a good five inches on her. She grimaced at the thought of the Gorgon sisters. Like a lot of people, words couldn't really express how much she missed them. Still, maybe there was something that she could do to take her mind off things. Coming across two people talking, and another one walking away. So the woman leaving was Arturia Pendragon? Atlas could sense the stench of Alter on her. She inwardly bristled at this realization. But these two! She actually recognized the pink haired one. Julie D'Aubigny? The knowledge started to work, and Atlas realized this was a woman who lived fast and died hard. It also meant that she could at least have her fun. La Maupin knew of her male form, but this would be something completely different. This guy though, was he fucking serious with those clothes? Approaching the two, she intervened. "She just reeks of evil. And what about you?" She pointed to the man with the ridiculous fashion sense. "Something seems off about you." She also took some inner joy at intervening in La Maupin's love affairs again, but knowing her track record, he figured he might get her laid again. She placed her hands behind her back and began to work her magic.
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Post by La Maupin on Apr 5, 2016 2:32:54 GMT
[/b]She said, before she leaned in even closer to kiss him once on the cheek. “I do love men with good taste, especially when they flatter me.”She had been wrapped up enough in that to miss the newcomer’s entrance, but now that she looked, there appeared to be another blonde lady standing nearby. When had Chaldea gone and collected so many blondes? She certainly wasn’t complaining, but goodness – that was the third one she’d seen now in the last twenty minutes. The lady was pretty enough, and quite tall. She was vaguely familiar as well, but…well, for now she couldn’t be bothered to figure out why. There was indeed something off about this Edmond Dantes. Julie paused to consider it now that it was mentioned, the smile never once leaving her. “Hm. An air of mystery yes – how fitting for a Count!” She exclaimed, nodding in agreement with herself. It was true. A Count ought to be exciting or else they weren’t living up to their title.[/ul][/ul] |
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Post by Edmond on Apr 8, 2016 2:52:51 GMT
Edmond, pleased at Julie's fond greetings, couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, you honor me so! It seems the rumors were quite true after all." He'd taken a slight detour in his revenges, one small indulgence, in enjoying the opera. In doing so, he had come upon, rather continuously, "The next La Maupin" being used as an affirmation of a performance...he even heard "Could have used a self-stabbing to seal the deal" by one particularly aged man. As nothing more of an ideal curiosity, he had looked into this woman...and saw a vibrant life, refusing to be dealt an injustice that seemed destined. She had been interesting. And it seemed that her true self was every bit the founder of his stories.
He's distracted from his satisfaction, however, by the appearance of another blond woman. Tall, and walking with a self-satisfaction and assurance that matched Maupins. Her words, however, were far less enjoyable...more confusing. "...Reeks of evil? I apologize, but I can't see anything like that. I have the capability to tell such things." At her other point, though, Edmond shrugs his shoulders. "I suppose I can't deny that."
Maupin's interpretation of what the blond woman had said widens his smile, but his eyes lose their shine slightly. An air of mystery...he was not unknown to such things, not the least bit. Maintaining that air, letting it fall slightly, only to reveal the falsehood inherent in the revelation...one of his chief methods of attack on the people that had harmed him. "You continue to flatter me, Lady Maupin, but please, call me Edmond. I've often been accused of mystery, but I find straightforwardness more interesting."
Trying to change the subject from my unavoidably unusual nature, Edmond asks something that, should anyone know, it would be Julie. "So is there much to do for entertainment here? Or is the chief mode of recreation bothering the people that keep it boring?"
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