Dreadlords Cordial Affairs

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If there was anything Sader knew indicated someone did not see their mistake, it was gravely saying "I see my mistake". "That's unfortunate...poor misguided fool." "Fuck this sod! Who the hells does he think he is?" The voices were his, but undeniably different. One seemed a bit tired and sad and the other angry. Sader looked side to side for a split moment before registering a grab to his shirt and shaking off the thought, figuring he must be going mad.

Kael swung at his stomach the next moment and he blocked by catching the stone fist one hand in front of the the other. Still, the hit stung and he was launched backwards from where he stood, just managing to catch his balance. "Like a child..." "Try harder next time, motherfucker." There they were again! Who the heck was that? He did find himself in agreement, though, and felt compelled to offer his own commentary. "This is hardly the time or place for a tantrum, Kael." He spoke sharply, looking unimpressed.

Finally, he looked around once more and spotted very near him an exact copy of himself, but something was wrong.
"Surprise. Anger is on your other side..." The Sader that spoke simply sounded a bit defeated, as though an extinguished candle given life. Sader flipped around in what must have been very silly fashion for those not currently seeing his clones and spotted a significantly more pissed off version of himself. "What are you looking at? Eyes on the immature bitch you're fighting, idiot!" They shouted, shocking the boy so much he snapped back to Kael.

In that moment, Sader decided he had enough. Whatever was happening to him had a real inconvenient way of happening now.
"Damn the color commentary, would ya? I think he really does want to hurt me." He snapped, head going from side to side like a crazy man as he addressed both of his duplicates. Gritting his teeth, he would continue looking forward. "Kael, if you want to do this here, bring it on. I'm unsure why my intervention has you so angry, but I'll ensure our second fight goes about as well as the first."
 
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The thing about internal monologues, even with hallucinated co-conspirators, was that the external world was still in play. Kael was by trade an assassin, not a showman, and took every moment of speech as an opportunity to be seized against his enemy. By the time Saderzaine Vult had said

"This is hardly the time or place for a tantrum, Kael." He spoke sharply, looking unimpressed.

Kael had closed the distance between them. In fact, unless Sader moved Kael's stone fist would have collided right with his nose at about the time Sader said Kael's name. If in fact,

Sader flipped around in what must have been very silly fashion for those not currently seeing his clones and spotted a significantly more pissed off version of himself. "What are you looking at? Eyes on the immature bitch you're fighting, idiot!"

Then Kael would have taken another blow at the man's back, aiming to knock him to the ground. Had the man been knocked prone he would felt first the stony hand, then perhaps a second later what appeared to be the claw of a giant crab crushing at his neck. Around the time of

"Damn the color commentary, would ya? I think he really does want to hurt me." He snapped, head going from side to side like a crazy man as he addressed both of his duplicates. Gritting his teeth, he would continue looking forward. "Kael, if you want to do this here, bring it on. I'm unsure why my intervention has you so angry, but I'll ensure our second fight goes about as well as the first."

It would be getting very difficult for Saderzaine to breathe. Kael would continue to apply the vice until, but not after Sader was knocked out. Assuming of course, Sader, or anyone else at the very public Natalis celebration, hadn't stopped Kael first.
 
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How Vittoria Larrainth's face turned warm, smiling as Kilien Basmarc whispered at her ear.

She had become so entranced by him that she entirely missed the scene of a Proctor shoving Avery Cathaoir into King's arms to dance.


"Well... Now that I know there is someone of significant skill in dance, perhaps I may change my mind on the thought."

Strange... here arms felt weightless. In fact, she was so focused on the oddness that she brought them up slowly before dropping them onto Kilien's shoulders with a love drunk grin. "You are not going to refuse me a dance, are you, Kilien?"

Her cup, now unattended on a nearby table, was only left with a quarter of what she had been served, but unbeknownst to her, it was strong enough to effect her thoughts. Of course, she would blame it all on the newfound feelings uncovered by spending time with Kilien, and despite the stares they would receive, Vittoria leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

Well this was all playing out quite a bit better than he'd imagined it would. Sure they'd been somewhat open about PDA in the halls between classes, but this was a bit more... official? Not that he particularly cared one way or another, Kil was happy to take whatever this was at whatever pace she wanted.

And by the Gods good and wretched, if she wanted to dance then he would happily oblige.

Kilien smiled back at her, face warming as she kissed him on the nose and placed his hands at her waist, "Not even Harkenov could keep me from dancing with you."

Though she actually could, but most men liked to make obscene declarations in the throes of such whimsical feelings and Kilien was no exception. So without any further ado, he escorted her with a guiding hand at the small of her back to the open dance floor, gave Colt a short and impressed glance at his skillful playing, and swept into one of the few slow dances he could remember from childhood. Rovani didn't exactly teach ballroom dancing, but they had their own variations of such.
 
Of course, her cohorts would be surprised to see Vittoria smiling and staring at Kilien with said smile. The Proctors stared and blinked, and varying thoughts of how strange it was to see her be so openly happy would cross their tampered minds.

Vittoria, however, smiled so much that her cheeks twitched from having to hold it. Within a few rotations of the slow dance, she was able to pick up the movements Kilien had lead them into. "This is not quite like the dance we did in Orean, is it?" The very thought of anyone trying to attempt it here at Natalis tickled her, and a series of giggles left her.

She thought about that, the giggles, but found nothing too out of the ordinary to truly notice. In fact, Kilien had made her giggle plenty of times in the past!


"What is this dance we are doing now?"