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  1. #11
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    Wearing his usual attire, Aldamoth makes his way into the Throne Room, whistling a tune out of the corner of his mouth. He paused as he walked through the door into the room proper, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. He recognised most, even if he couldn't put a name to them all.

    The pleasant smile on his lips was contrived, a false creation to mask his actual thoughts. For he had only just finished an interesting little book, one which had challenged his viewpoint on a few subjects. He was still chewing over the notions. Such a contemplative mood left the Darkling with little interest in the mindless drivel people called small-talk. He moved directly for the wooden table, selecting a chair roughly in the middle. Shadows drifted gently from unfocused eyes, as he stared in the general direction of the firepit.

  2. #12
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    magiuspendragon

    Tobias walked into the Four Seasons early for a change. The irony is, of course, that this time it wasn't his own monarch's coronation. Still, there was a spring in the emerlad courtier's step. His grand opening had been going well, and had even gotten a notice on the freehold's radio show.

    He made his way over ot the buffet, picking his way through the food there and piling up a plate. He'd never been a really big meat eater, meat was expensive and he'd had better things to spend the money on, but he still sampled a few of the dishes and made up the difference with the other fare on the table. He might return later if he was feeling more hungry.

    He nodded to his Monarch, and sat down at one of the tables to enjoy his meal, casting his gaze over the other Lost and wondering just who he was going to talk to this time.

  3. #13
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    Aaron van Valen
    Aaron van Valen

    Dragon Lord

    Yes Alec Valentine is an Autumn Courtier, yet it is unimaginable how he likes the summer, the heat. Far more often are people in the mood to sport, you can cool down at the pool, and beside that wearing short clothes makes him feel free.

    Well, except when there is a coronation.

    This is his first Coronation in Sacramento and he is not quite sure how things are done here. As always the Elemental looks around, keeping track of everyone inside. He prefers not to miss anything. So a wonderful dress is not unnoticed. This time he has not planned to wander around for a while, so he directly approaches L'aire , 'Good evening, miss,' he starts charmingly, although that hardly covers his nervous undertone. He takes his sunglasses off and smiles, 'We have not met yet, but please allow me to compliment you with your beautiful dress.'

    'I am Alec Valentine.' He nods as a greeting and extends his hand.
    Not a native speaker - always aiming to improve

  4. #14
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    Decibelle

    Jessica's expression could at best be described as nervous, and at worst, petrified - the sudden focus of attention on attention on her visibly rattling her. Nonetheless, however, she manages to meet the lawyer's gaze for a few tenuous seconds, before shifting her glance down and at the cup of fruit punch in her hands. Dominyk didn't even get a proper glance, her gaze only shifting to his chest, then his shoes, and nowhere else - though was that a shade of color that rose in the corpse's cheeks, accompanying the lawyer and author's slight embrace? It was hard to tell.

    At least the lawyer's presence was reassuring, even comforting, and she managed to work a few words out of her mouth, her voice light, yet low - almost mumbled.
    "Evening. Afternoon. Sorry, I don't... know anyone here." Finally finished with her effort at speaking, she tried to inhale, looking up at the pair and gaining enough courage to test out a smile. "And I get nervous in the Freehold. Lot of... Changelings."
    A nervous glance around the room accompanied those words, flitting over those who hadn't hardened their masks, and she sighed. Oh, if only some spirit was here, some familiar haunting presence to make her feel less ill-at-ease!

    Squeezing a finger around the bowl of punch, she nervously took a sip, her gaze occasionally flitting between her group's faces, as if to gauge a reaction. It seemed like her nerves were beginning to subside, though - however slow the process might be.
    "I'm Jessica. Black Jessica." The offering of her name was almost an afterthought, as she yet again reached out for the Twilight, attempting to make the pact that would let her see the familiar spectres of the dead. Instead, all she got was a sharp pain in the side of her skull, and frowned, staring at her cup of punch once more.

      Failure, again!
    Date Action Roll Result
    2012-06-22 08:12:37 Black Jessica rolls 5 to Ghostly Presence (Presence + Wyrd, -1 Retest) (10 Again) 6, 5, 4, 5, 5 failure

  5. #15
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    Kazakin

    Rook flashed his small, corner of the mouth smile as he glanced across the Freehold, nodding at the people who glanced his way. He raised a hand in brief greeting towards L'aire , and then turned to Heath and Anya.

    Rook, Anya & Heath continue here

  6. #16


    Larry walked towards four seasons hotel, a fresh black T-shirt and clean pair of pants the only thing he had changed to come to the summer coronation. It was way to hot to wear a suit. If he had one to begin with anyway, Besides, how many people would show up in fancy clothing during summer?

    When he entered the hotel he berated himself for taunting fate. Nearly every changeling he saw had on some fancy dress or tux. After a few seconds of feeling horribly underdressed he shrugged his metallic shoulders and made his way towards the food and trying to decide what he was going to sample. After filling a plate with as much he could he looked for a place he could sit down and eat a little bit. Seeing a man sitting alone at the table he made his way over.
    "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" He asked the man Tobias Thorne

  7. #17
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    Marcus Evan

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    Marcus enters the throne room wearing a charcoal jacket over a dark red shirt. Some might call the shirt to be blood red, but the metalflesh knows that it is much closer to the color of transmission fluid. Giving Duncan a high-five as he walks past, the Hunter of the Longest Day surveys the gathered Lost and does a double-take when he notices L'aire. Walking purposefully over to the softly glowing fairest, he gives her a friendly nod before speaking.

    "Alright? I'm Marcus... Marcus Evan and that is an absolutely stunning dress."

  8. #18
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    Let's have fun!
    Mask

    Mask: a swarthy 20 something middle easterner.

    Mien: comical round monkey wars on the top of his head and a brown monkey tail.

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    Al-Adin is all decked out in his standard sneaking suit, though he's rolled the sleeves up to accomodate the baking summer months. He smiles as he waves to everyone. Seeing L'aire he heads over to her.
    "Hey! We met before right? How are you doing?"
    Beast: Runnerswift (monkey mien) Striking Looks2: Arabian Prince,
    Spring Mantle 5: Laughter of children
    Presence 3: Effusive

  9. #19
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    Dominyk Prise

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    Dominyk noted the positioning of the newest arrivals before sliding his hand across the dark elf’s lower back.
    Dominyk, Jessica, Perry, Tally continue here

  10. #20
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    Spartan

    Spartan, Sovereign of Summer walks into today’s court the same way he walked into the first. Alone. He knew today would come. The day he would would take the crown without controversy. Last year at this time he walked in prepared to take his rightful place as Red Victor. He left with a crown and without a brother. Today would go more successful. He had no speech planned, no grand words, just a statement.

    As he enters he looked to all those who had already arrived. His eyes pausing at a point or two, so easy to be distracted by some here, but he would remain focused. The first of the Sovereign, no surprise. One was all but invisible, one had a flair for the dramatic, and one was probably still cooking.

    Spartan spoke to no one. Just found a place to stand on the periphery. He felt no need to make conversation today. If someone wanted to talk to him, he was not hard to find.

    spartan


    Spartan did not dress up today. Today is the first day of summer and he would look the part. Function over form. He cared not for suits and ties, at times they are necessary, but not today. Today he wore the same clothes he would wear into battle. Battle, the destiny of this freehold, even if he was the only one who could see it.

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