Lady Ivy “Xantara” Swift ~ Gia Panta // High Command// Vaco’s Office
“Glad to meet you too,” Ivy replied to Jazz, “And thank you for the compliment. I’m very flattered.” She nodded over in Jessica’s direction, “And nice to meet you too, Jessica,” she said with a smile.
But before she could answer Jazz’s question, Vaco interrupted, cutting the conversation short. She detected something behind his eyes then, something that she did not like the look of.
Jeez, and you’re not even trying to piss him off yet, Tallis commented.
Well, I do seem to have a natural ability to get under people’s skin…my family would have told you that if they were still around. Ivy laughed internally. I just can’t help it. People seem to either love me or hate me. Or both at the same time.
Hmm, and I don’t think those two are helping. Maybe they piss him off too or something.
Wouldn’t surprise me.
Ivy frowned indignantly. She knew there were more important matters at hand, but as far as she was concerned, that shouldn’t stop her from having her fun. As a chaotic demi-god of the earth, Ivy was possibly the most laid-back person on the planet. The sky could be falling, and she would be standing under it with the impression of not having a care in the world. But did that mean she was oblivious to the danger? Of course not. She was possibly more aware than anyone of the seriousness of a situation. It was just that she chose not to let it get to her, or tie her down. With Ivy Xantara, it was possible to be caring, careful, careless and carefree, all at once, or one straight after the other. Although, admittedly, sometimes her feelings slipped out of her control, sliding from positively laid-back to panicking in an instant. In fact more than Ivy would admit to. The demi-goddess sometimes got confused by it herself, and if you were to ask her whether she cared about a certain matter or not or took it seriously, she wouldn’t be able to tell you truthfully.
However despite this, the apparent fact that the Commander seemed to think she wasn’t paying serious enough attention to the important matters was…cute. Did he really think of her as that shallow, or was he just trying to end this meeting and get Jazz and Jessica out of his office? Either way, Ivy found it greatly amusing.
“Honestly, can’t a captive even have a social life, now?” She asked, in a mockingly indignant tone. “I was just saying hello. Nothing harmful or wrong about that, is there…?” She absently stroked the top of Mune’s fluffy head, and then looked to Jazz with apologetic shining green eyes.
“Pan” Pantalaimon ~ Healen’s Mansion
Heh. Heh…heh. The ermine thought sarcastically to the male Demi-god’s teasing. Maybe I’d be less tense if Ivy hadn’t already blown her cover and got herself caught by Vaco. But of course, you don’t know that yet, Pan thought to himself bitterly. It’s not even the fact that I’m concerned for that fat lump, I’m more concerned about you. If they suspect I’m anything but an ordinary pet…If they work out I’m one of Ivy’s…then just by pretending to be your pet, I might have damned us both.
But nonetheless, Pan tried to calm himself internally, so that it was more like his calm collected exterior. Perhaps he was fretting about this too much. Perhaps losing one Demi-god to the Empire had just made the ermine paranoid about losing a second.
Pan was curious about Slyvanas, though. Animals in general were excellent at picking up on things, and the fact that Pan was so closely linked to the goddess Gaiana only amplified this natural ability. From what he could tell, the Captain seemed to be showing signs of suppression and resignation. It appeared to be as a result of Healen, but the ermine could tell it was something much deeper than that…she had the face of someone who had been hurt many times before, someone merely a shadow of themselves. Enemy or not, Pan almost felt sorry for her.
Meanwhile, the couple of flies Chance had summoned had arrived, and approaching the building from two different directions began to make their way inconspicuously through the festivities…one heading upstairs, the other remaining downstairs. Once the flies had settled themselves in, a fox picked its way quietly around the outside of the building, keeping close to the shadows and keeping tabs on its surroundings, in a way that was natural for any animal wary of human beings.
Ekora Faus (formerly Mystara Hallow) ~ Krimlo // Gabriel’s Chambers
As Ekora lay on the bed, a small frown furrowed her brow in alarm. Take her away from her father? After she’d only just been reunited with him? “But why would they do that? I haven’t done anything,” she asked, sounding hurt by the very idea of being parted from her father again. She couldn’t understand, bewildered by the notion. Why would someone try to take her away from her family? Why would anyone dare to try and do such a heartless thing? It upset and angered her that no sooner had she found her father, already something was working on tearing them apart again.
Gabriel’s reassurance soon eased her mind, however, and she felt better. They could try, but nothing would keep her from her father. She wouldn’t let them do that.
She smiled, the kiss taking away the last of her distress and making her feel all warm again. She watched as Faus got up, her eyes lingering on his body for longer than she had intended, before blushing and turning away as she caught herself staring.
The girl sighed, the silk sheets sliding gently off her bare skin as she got up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Mystara’s tail swished playfully from side to side, as Ekora got up and hunted the room in search of her clothes. The fact that she was fully exposed throughout her entire search didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest, as she walked about like it was the most natural thing in the world. Eventually she found what she was looking for, gradually putting items of clothing on as she came across them, until she was fully dressed.