A. [ -- there is an Aranean female, dead at her feet, when she remembers her training and dips into a shallow, but strong bow before the watchful eyes of the court surrounding her. There's something mechanical in the way she turns on her heel, sharp and habitual, bowing to the ruling family and voicing her gratitude to House Khah for being an inspiration. It's clear that she aims to favor Khah in her proceedings, but whether that is due to militaristic familiarity or a deeper machinations remains to be seen. There has never been much sophistication or grace to her motions, but as she turns on her heels and strides purposefully from the floor and into the crowd.
It takes her some time, to shake the inquisitive conversations and gleeful inquiries into her lineage, her skill, the sudden influx of invitations for further duels that are pressed upon her. Eventually, she's able to slip from the depths of court into the halls surrounding it, and while she is not alone, it is only now that she visibly reveals her nerves. The way she clutches her chest, the sharp intake of breath, the glazed look in her eye as she finally notices her fellow COST member nearby. There's a splash of color on her face. Aranean blood. ]
I am not a diplomat, [ she's said it often, and solemnly, ] was it foolish of me to come to this place? It's too intricate, for both of us.
B. [ She returns, eventually, under the premise that she needed to use the washroom to tidy her appearance, unwilling to present any sign of vulnerability or emotion to exploit. She is a victor now, a subject of gossip, and a hybrid entity that had been taking full advantage of her taboo presence to keep the Aranean curiosities at bay. Cheris takes the floor with all the regality of a general, there is nothing elegant about her stiff posture or tight stance, but there is a better mastery of her surroundings.
The duelist she bested, Shygkh, has been removed from the field. Conspiratorially, Cheris seeks out the next of her COST-affiliated companions and holds a hand below her mouth as she mock-whispers into their ear: ] What shall I claim as my victory boon? I have never had a duel feature such a stipulation.
[ As always, she wants to Make It Good For All. There's no sense that she requires anything, personally. ]
II. ARENA & GAMES
[ Through the week, she stops in on COST's other members. Be it just before a match in the arena, or to offer her voice as support in the crowd of a gaming parlor, there's a sense that she's doing her best to make her presence known among her team -- whether she's offering some of her cross credits to a gamer, to give them one more round ( there's no need to spend them on myself, she explains ), or to tersely double-check the armor and gear provided to participant in the wargames, to ensure only the highest quality is being wielded, she's there. ]
Chin up. I'll be watching.
III. AROUND, DRIFTING THROUGH
[ There's a deck in her hands, a black-and-gold set of twenty-five elegant cards stylized with Aranean imagery, that she practices with. ( Her face wrinkles, now and again, as she sights the limbs of a spider. The spread of a web causing her to physically flinch, as though something about it affects her deeply. ) Taking Vax'ildan's shuffling lessons to heart, as she settles in visible places and cuts cards across her knees and her wrists, with elegant gestures that do not suit her personality nor her traditional manner of dealing with things -- bluntly, and with a passion for literalism. No, someone else steers her hands, shuffling decks and drawing answers to unheard questions. ]
I won them, [ she explains eventually, ] at the auction, of House Chchai's former belongings.
[ Once more, she cuts and folds them, before placing the neatly-cornered deck in her lap. ]
They tell the future, I've been told. Would you let me practice on you?
IV. WILDCARD
( Cheris attended House Khah's party and was very likely to be caught by anyone else who attended, as she spent some time attempting to schmooze the Great Matron of the house, Lady Jhhck. I'll throw up backdated logs for spiderparty, if anyone wants some one-on-one time with that! You can reach me on Plurk @ forzare for any curveballs you want to throw or plotting you want to get done. )
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I. COURT
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A. [ -- there is an Aranean female, dead at her feet, when she remembers her training and dips into a shallow, but strong bow before the watchful eyes of the court surrounding her. There's something mechanical in the way she turns on her heel, sharp and habitual, bowing to the ruling family and voicing her gratitude to House Khah for being an inspiration. It's clear that she aims to favor Khah in her proceedings, but whether that is due to militaristic familiarity or a deeper machinations remains to be seen. There has never been much sophistication or grace to her motions, but as she turns on her heels and strides purposefully from the floor and into the crowd.
It takes her some time, to shake the inquisitive conversations and gleeful inquiries into her lineage, her skill, the sudden influx of invitations for further duels that are pressed upon her. Eventually, she's able to slip from the depths of court into the halls surrounding it, and while she is not alone, it is only now that she visibly reveals her nerves. The way she clutches her chest, the sharp intake of breath, the glazed look in her eye as she finally notices her fellow COST member nearby. There's a splash of color on her face. Aranean blood. ]
I am not a diplomat, [ she's said it often, and solemnly, ] was it foolish of me to come to this place? It's too intricate, for both of us.
B. [ She returns, eventually, under the premise that she needed to use the washroom to tidy her appearance, unwilling to present any sign of vulnerability or emotion to exploit. She is a victor now, a subject of gossip, and a hybrid entity that had been taking full advantage of her taboo presence to keep the Aranean curiosities at bay. Cheris takes the floor with all the regality of a general, there is nothing elegant about her stiff posture or tight stance, but there is a better mastery of her surroundings.
The duelist she bested, Shygkh, has been removed from the field. Conspiratorially, Cheris seeks out the next of her COST-affiliated companions and holds a hand below her mouth as she mock-whispers into their ear: ] What shall I claim as my victory boon? I have never had a duel feature such a stipulation.
[ As always, she wants to Make It Good For All. There's no sense that she requires anything, personally. ]
II. ARENA & GAMES
[ Through the week, she stops in on COST's other members. Be it just before a match in the arena, or to offer her voice as support in the crowd of a gaming parlor, there's a sense that she's doing her best to make her presence known among her team -- whether she's offering some of her cross credits to a gamer, to give them one more round ( there's no need to spend them on myself, she explains ), or to tersely double-check the armor and gear provided to participant in the wargames, to ensure only the highest quality is being wielded, she's there. ]
Chin up. I'll be watching.
III. AROUND, DRIFTING THROUGH
[ There's a deck in her hands, a black-and-gold set of twenty-five elegant cards stylized with Aranean imagery, that she practices with. ( Her face wrinkles, now and again, as she sights the limbs of a spider. The spread of a web causing her to physically flinch, as though something about it affects her deeply. ) Taking Vax'ildan's shuffling lessons to heart, as she settles in visible places and cuts cards across her knees and her wrists, with elegant gestures that do not suit her personality nor her traditional manner of dealing with things -- bluntly, and with a passion for literalism. No, someone else steers her hands, shuffling decks and drawing answers to unheard questions. ]
I won them, [ she explains eventually, ] at the auction, of House Chchai's former belongings.
[ Once more, she cuts and folds them, before placing the neatly-cornered deck in her lap. ]
They tell the future, I've been told. Would you let me practice on you?
IV. WILDCARD
( Cheris attended House Khah's party and was very likely to be caught by anyone else who attended, as she spent some time attempting to schmooze the Great Matron of the house, Lady Jhhck. I'll throw up backdated logs for spiderparty, if anyone wants some one-on-one time with that! You can reach me on Plurk @