The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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Post by Regan Lassiter on May 16, 2023 17:25:51 GMT -5
Regan was still bending down when Artos bounded forward. With the surprise, she growled a little which made the dog recoil toward his owner. She coughed, running a nervous hand through her hair before standing. Regan could feel the tide of her temperament turning, the balm Warren’s calming influence starting to wear off.
“Probably best that I go,” Regan said with a sigh. She looked down the hall at where @warren had gone to put Benji down. Regan thought for a moment to go see Othello Allemeade, but there was nothing good that would come of trying to mend fences tonight.
Unless stopped, Regan would gather her things and make to exit, leaving the gifts behind.
When Regan announced her intentions to leave, Ber paused from where he had finished up moving the whiskey into the kitchen. Mood still darkened by the bitter disappointment, he hesitated as his desire to minimize human interaction warred with the urge to say something to her. Finally, the latter won out, and by the time Ber managed a short “Hey, Regan—” she had already crossed the room toward the door. In a brief burst of energy that had already started fading, he jogged lightly over to Regan Lassiter .
When he reached her, he forced a quick smile that, despite its sincerity, felt only skin deep. “You know he was wrong, right?” He asked, voice quiet. “About you having no friends.” Out of everything he’d heard and seen, that point had stuck with him - the falsehood that needed correcting.
Having said his piece, he would let her go on her way. As he made his way back toward the middle of the room, intending to give the space a final look over before he also departed, Ber cast a glance toward the door through which @warren had vanished - conveniently avoiding all of the clean up, he noted pointedly - before asking @elletta , “Do you think he get lost trying to find his way back or what?”
Elletta had just finished cleaning the rags when she heard Regan announce her leaving and @berengar head out to say something to her. More focused on putting the last of the rags up to dry, she wasn't really paying attention so when he came back in her shoulders jumped slightly.
"@warren? Dependin' on how much sugar the tyke had and how long ago, kid's either fightin' goin down or he's about to crash."
It had, indeed, taken quite some time to lull Benji to sleep. By the time Warren exited, closing the door softly as not to wake the sleeping boy, Regan Lassiter would be gone. The sight of Artos told Warren that the mess had been cleaned up, and he looked around to inspect the place. They'd done a good job, and save Katerina Winters' vomit hidden away in the back bedroom and a slightly red tinted splotch on the floor, the place looked nearly good as new.
"He's son to Othello and a Cambrian woman," Warren said, catching the tail end of @elletta's and @berengar's conversation. "He doesn't tire quite as quickly as a non-magical child, it seems." Glancing around, he found the jacket he'd removed still hanging over the chair where he had left it, and began to pull it on. "Do either of you intend to stay? I plan to send someone over to clean up the mess Katerina Winters made, but I will have her stay to keep an eye on Benjamin and Othello if no one else will be here."
Post by Regan Lassiter on May 18, 2023 8:25:19 GMT -5
Regan paused when @berengar stopped her. She turned, expression less controlled than it had been moments before. Anger and hurt twisted together on her brow and creased the lines of her face in a frown. Regan raised an eyebrow in confusion at Ber’s question, but when the second part clicked into place, she smiled and shook her head. She reached out, patting Ber on the cheek like a begrudgingly affectionate older sister.
“You’re a good one, Stormcrest. I’m glad the werewolf didn’t get you.” Dropping her hand, she turned and left the chaotic scene behind her.
Ber, as a matter of fact, was also glad the werewolf didn’t get him, but that was neither here nor there as he looked first at @elletta , then @warren when the former answered him and the latter appeared a moment later. His frame of reference for the quieter moments of childcare was flimsy at best, so he merely shrugged in response to the other two, who seemed far more knowledgeable than himself.
When the captain crossed the space and asked his own question, Ber had already started making his way for the door. He paused to shake his head. “No, sir. Gotta bring…” His voice trailed off as he looked around for the dog. Unamused, he noticed that the puppy had trotted up to Woodwick again. “…him back.” A sigh. Whose dog was he, anyway? “Artos, come on. Let’s go.”
Unless anyone stopped him, Ber waited for the dog to come over, held the door to let him through, offered brief farewells to Haider and Woodwick, and then began the walk back to Temperance’s cottage on the edge of the city.
Elletta was already thinking about possibly staying the night in case the kid woke up (she didn't realize he had a kid even though she knew he had a wife back in Coheed, or ex-wife since she wasn't here?) and Othello Allemeade slept through it. Considering he'd been sleeping through everything going on in the rest of the house, she figured it would be a safe bet he'd sleep like the dead.
"I can stay the night, sir. I've got a late day tomorrow as it is." She figured @warren probably wanted to sleep in his own bed and @berengar was already on his way out so she just gave him a wave and a quiet "good night".
Last Edit: May 18, 2023 13:19:53 GMT -5 by Deleted
As Artos ran over to him, Warren dipped down to give him one last scratch behind the ears before Ber called him to go. Nodding a goodbye to the young soldier, Warren turned back to @elletta, who had volunteered to stay. "Thank you, Ms. Haider. As I said, I'll send someone over, so don't trouble yourself with much more. She can take care of whatever is left, and if you have any trouble out of the boy, or the man, let her know, but I imagine they'll both sleep until morning."
With that, he walked to the table where the remainder of the gifts had been and took two - the one he had brought, and the one Zarha Sliva had brought. Then he moved to the door and pulled it open. "Have a good night, Ms. Haider." With a nod, he exited and closed the door behind him.
Elletta would tidy up a little more before she'd go back to check on Othello Allemeade one more time when the blood on his neck reminded her why she'd spared a cloth to begin with. Stepping out back to the kitchen, she dampened the rag and came back to gently clean his neck off.
Eventually she would find a spare blanket and, after a few minutes of internal debate, she'd snag what looked like an old shirt of Othello's to sleep in instead of her dress. Come morning light, she'd change back into her dress, leave the blanket and shirt folded on the couch, and finally penned a note for him to find whenever the man woke up. The cleaning lady wouldn't have much left to do when she arrived and would leave not long after Elletta did.