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Played by Offline RB [PM] Posts: 135 — Threads: 18
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Dusk Court Sovereign
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 5 [Year 498 Fall] // 16 hh // Hth: 18 — Atk: 22 — Exp: 37 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: N/A
#1



with sword
and salt






She and Israfel have never gotten along particularly well.

They are both sharp-edged, too loud, too brash; it is like slashing two swords together and expecting the sound of flutes. Marisol doesn’t mind her, per se, but they’ve always kept to their separate corners of the world, Commander and Warden, Halcyon and soldier. (Often she had wondered what kept Israfel from joining the unit. She had the most important thing, and experience on top of that; it would have been an easy transition. They could have used someone like her.)

Now avoidance is not an option.

Dawn with rosy fingers starts to claw at the sky, and Marisol slips from the barracks into the warm air. (She hasn’t moved into the citadel yet; she’s not sure she’ll ever feel ready.) Clouds are falling into wisps overhead, and the streetlights haven’t quite been blown out, still casting warm shadows onto the cobblestone.

Two cadets stand in the doorway and nod their dark heads at her as she passes. Their eyes are cast demurely low, their posture stiffer even than usual. Nausea rises in Mari’s stomach, pours acid into the back of her throat. As she passes them she is careful not to do or say anything at all, lest it be too royal, too brash, too… anything. She would never forgive herself for stumbling so early. She only blinks at them as they part ways, calm as she can manage, and slinks off into the streets.

Finally the air is starting to turn frosty. Summer is finally leaching away like so much water into the sewers. Marisol’s joints are stiff with cold, her gaze still bleary from sleep, and she grimaces as each step works a new knot from her muscles and each heavy stride brings her closer to the citadel. Bells are ringing now against the rising of the sun; Marisol’s head feels as clear as it does dark. 

She shakes the kinks gently out of her wings and keeps an eye out for her Warden.

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Played by Offline Sparrow [PM] Posts: 87 — Threads: 15
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Dusk Court Warden
Female [She/Her/Hers] // Immortal [Year 496 Summer] // 16.1 hh // Hth: 22 — Atk: 18 — Exp: 31 // Active Magic: Pyromancy // Bonded: Solaris (Phoenix)
#2

A set of eyes had pinned him
Became his version of a kingdom
She's everything the devil can't be
When she's singing to me "Glory"

Israfel has never been a creature of habit. It simply wasn’t in her blood. Like the flames that burned beneath her skin the Sun Daughter was unpredictable on the best of days, virulent and dangerous, a creature without a set path other than the one she forged herself. Perhaps that was why she struggled under the monotony of her mantle.

It could be the same thing, over and over and over again. Mind numbing, dull, repetitive. It bored her, yet it was her job as Warden and at least she had pride in that. There were things that she would do to change everything up, of course; alter a path, change course, go on-foot one day and by the skies the next. Thankfully with the Halcyon in bloom - ’finally’, she thought with a sarcastic roll of the eyes, - she could entrust some of the patrolling to them, like chucking the next poor bastard into the swamp just so she wouldn’t have to go there again herself.

The morning started like any other as the citizens of Terrastella struggled to return to normality after their most recent shift. Israfel left Charlie and Indy to their own devices after ensuring that the two rapscallions were awake, not wanting her daughter to get into the dangerous habit of staying up late and waking up even later. Not that Charlie’s voracious appetite for exploration and the unknown would let her sleep in, but alas.

Letting out a heaving breath, mist curling about pale pink lips, Israfel wandered through the court at a leisurely pace. The crisp morning air prickled her skin, the unnatural warmth of her body providing plenty of protection against the incoming cold of autumn. Soon the full swing of the season would be upon them, followed by winter, and already the Warden detested the thought. Vermilion eyes scanned every street that she waltzed down, a frown upon her lips but ears forward, listening and watching.

Occasionally she would pass by a familiar face and offer them a nod of greeting, but no words. There weren’t any words to be shared, not that morning. Not when her emotions were so virulent, so finicky, so… Troubled.

Perhaps it was a fool’s errand that she hoped to just ignore what had happened, that Asterion was gone, along with Florentine and Lysander. Oh, but how her heart ached at the thought of losing Asterion, someone who she had considered one of her only friends in this fucking world, but she shut that pain away, boarding it up behind closed doors and multiple locks to be pondered privately over a few drinks at a later time. She had never handled loss well, and lately things were complicated.

Regardless, the changes had thrown all of her plans out of the window. Her plans to venture to Delumine with Charlie and visit Ulric had been tossed into the gutter when Marisol had announced that she had arisen to Sovereign in the wake of everything that had happened, leaving Terrastella, once again, without a council. The meeting had been another shit show, as they almost all were, and Israfel was just tired of it. While the Sun Daughter had no loyalty to Marisol, she did have loyalty to the Dusk Court, and so she put her plans of seeing Ulric aside and buckled down to focus on keeping the homefires burning.

That said, when she saw Marisol walking in her direction, the morning bells echoing through the crisp air, another deep sigh escaped her. ’Here we go…’ Halting in her tracks and tucking her wings close to her sides, Israfel watched as the former Commander drew closer, her piercing grey eyes rooted upon the Warden’s gold and ivory figure. Arching a brow once she was close enough, the Warden called out a gruff form of greeting.

“Commander. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Having been patrolling from above as Israfel tended to the streets, Solaris glided down to roost upon her chosen child’s croup, knowingly watching the exchange with piercing lavender eyes.

"Speaking."
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Played by Offline RB [PM] Posts: 135 — Threads: 18
Signos: 200
Dusk Court Sovereign
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 5 [Year 498 Fall] // 16 hh // Hth: 18 — Atk: 22 — Exp: 37 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: N/A
#3



with sword
and salt







Israfel appears at the end of the street, warm as a lamp. The white-and-yellow of her feathers shines in the new light; she emits an aura of gold, a warm glow that bounces and flickers calmly off the cobblestone. Some part of Mari lights up in fear and another in relief. Despite their differences, Israfel is only semblance of normalcy in Mari’s life (or the Court’s, for that matter), and normal is exactly what they need right now.

Marisol’s steps slow. She carefully forces her shoulders to relax, slumping down until the muscles at least partially unwind. And as she draws closer to the Warden, she wonders—is this a mistake? Becoming Sovereign, or even part of the Council? Israfel has a child, perfect little Charlie, and a husband or something close to it in Dawn, and yet here she is walking the streets in the cold, alone but for the companion on her shoulder. Is that the life she wants? The life she deserves?  

She can’t imagine having a kid. Or a partner that she wouldn’t have to hide away. But if she did, it seems impossible that they would not overtake her duties, or at least make them more painful. What strength she must have, Marisol thinks, to live willingly a life split in such unclean halves.

“Warden,” greets Marisol. She blinks in a calm hello. (Warden must be the right name here—right?—more respectful than her name, more apt than simply soldier. And yet she is still not sure. She is not sure of anything at all, really, and though Israfel is perhaps the least of her worries she cannot help feeling a need to please the Warden.) Please, she thinks to herself, let’s make this easy. If not for me then for our country.

Her tail swishes softly against her hindquarters, and for a moment she is silent, cool eyes fixed upon Solaris’ fine feathers and bright eyes. Many a a time she has wished for a bond like that—something real, something unconditional. Her heart squeezes just a little. “Pleasure, I’m not so sure. Hard to find that recently.” A faint, sad movement crosses her lips and sinks into the planes of her face, but she steels herself again with a short breath. “I wanted to—check in. And ask if you would give your counsel on a few things, as I… trust your judgement. At your leisure. Obviously.”

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