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 "... Alexander or Cedric?" he says suddenly, keeping his voice hushed and his face half-hidden behind the veil of oilly gray hair.
 <b>Alexander:</b> The sword on his hand before he cared to think
 Pointing at the stranger an celestial daiklave, his deeper-than-amethyst eyes narrowing, "Who are you?!?"
 <b>Vorpal:</b> <i>"Put that thing away"</i>, comes a razor-sharp snap from Vorpal almost immediately after Alex had drawn his blade...
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 "You might hurt someone with it."
 <b>Selina De Windia:</b> Finally, at civilization once again, Selina welcomes the chance to sleep in a <i>real bed,</i> and not have to stand on watch every night for nemissaries or ghosts or bandits or...
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 "I'm going to enjoy this..." She murmurs to herself, then looks at the apparent begger at the wall of Alex's manse as the boy returns his greeting.
 <b>Domiel Winterwing:</b> His back stiffens as the point of the sword waves before his face. Not a position he has not been in before, not even one he hasn't been in with this specific sword before, he remembers with faint amusement. Never a place he cares to be, though.
 "You may wish to listen to the lady, highness" the Ashing Dove smiles nervously, lifting his bow and pressing it against the flat of the boy's blade as if willing it to lower. "It does little good to disguise yourself and then wave your fathers sword around. Ainerach is nearly as well known in this city as your family."
 <b>Alexander:</b> The flash of light was subtle, the moment quicker than the blink of an eye. The Daiklave in its sheath, hidden beneath a white cloak they had gotten while on the road. The prince’s hands never reached to it, the cloak never fluttered on the winds to reveal a Daiklave. And yet, it was on his hands, covered in golden motes of Solar essence, its impossibly sharp blade shining with the light of the maidens. It should not be there. But the Zenith’s will overcame reality, and his essence made it be so. And so, there it was, an inch from the throat of the beggar, in front of the gates of Ivory.
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 She was the last.
-"Walking the road to the past, raven?" Comes a feminine voice behind Selina, so soft and sweet.... like velvet, like wine. "Do you pray for your ancestors? Pray for forgiveness or rememberance? You should be beyond that now, raven. Beyond any single death, beyond any single worship and regret." She says, serious, words of preaching to a congregation of one.
+<b>Charmaine:</b> "Walking the road to the past, raven?" Comes a feminine voice behind Selina, so soft and sweet.... like velvet, like wine. "Do you pray for your ancestors? Pray for forgiveness or rememberance? You should be beyond that now, raven. Beyond any single death, beyond any single worship and regret." She says, serious, words of preaching to a congregation of one.
 She chuckles then, breaking the stillness of a church she had set herself, her voice light, now, seductive. "You are death, pretty raven... it is useless for mourn over what you are. You should rejoice.”
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 <b>Selina De Windia:</b> "Am I?" She replies, turning about to face the source of the voice. "And who is it who comes seeking this <i>death</i>, then?"
-As Selina turns she sees.... a nun. A beautiful nun in black robes of priesthood, her face pale and beautiful, so unlike most Selina has seen... her eyes are like rubies, her hair like fire, her skin like milk. She smiles pure wickedness as she comes close to Selina... "One like you. One that would grieve to destroy such a <i>beautiful</i> instrument of death... and would rather just... <i>talk.</i>" her last comes almost like a moan.
+<b>Charmaine:</b> As Selina turns she sees.... a nun. A beautiful nun in black robes of priesthood, her face pale and beautiful, so unlike most Selina has seen... her eyes are like rubies, her hair like fire, her skin like milk. She smiles pure wickedness as she comes close to Selina... "One like you. One that would grieve to destroy such a <i>beautiful</i> instrument of death... and would rather just... <i>talk.</i>" her last comes almost like a moan.
 <b>Selina De Windia:</b> Eyes suddenly mirroring that wickedness like a cornered predator barring its fangs at another, Selina steps back a pace, closer to the graves. "Don't even go there, dear Child of Silence. State your...business."
-The wicked feel of her glance intensified by her step back, "Dangerous as a raven, shy as a dove..." She says, her gaze going higher, looking down on Selina almost imperceivably, like one that looks at such a wonderful servant... "I am an emissary of the one you killed the subjects of, the one you interfered with the bussiness of. The Shining One is displeased, pretty Raven. But I convinced my assossiates to talk to you, and the other emissary of your Mistress. Pehaps we can reach some understanding, hmmm?" Her full breasts heaving even under the heavy robes, a slight tinge of pink coloring her cheeks... "Oh, we can arrive to many pleasant understandings..."
+<b>Charmaine:</b> The wicked feel of her glance intensified by her step back, "Dangerous as a raven, shy as a dove..." She says, her gaze going higher, looking down on Selina almost imperceivably, like one that looks at such a wonderful servant... "I am an emissary of the one you killed the subjects of, the one you interfered with the bussiness of. The Shining One is displeased, pretty Raven. But I convinced my assossiates to talk to you, and the other emissary of your Mistress. Pehaps we can reach some understanding, hmmm?" Her full breasts heaving even under the heavy robes, a slight tinge of pink coloring her cheeks... "Oh, we can arrive to many pleasant understandings..."
 <b>Selina De Windia:</b> "Or maybe, I don't want to talk right now." She steps back forward imperceptively and puts a finger on the other woman's strenum, pushing her away. "And I especially," Her tone turns derisive, but softer. "Do not want to<i><b> fuck</b> you on my parents' grave.</i>"
-"Your parents? Ooh..." She says, her gaze looking at the tombstones... trailing over them in a way that seems almost to desecreate them. "... Miriana De Windia, hmmm? Surprised you came from such a noble stock... and I thought you had learned this poise with your mistress."
+<b>Charmaine:</b> "Your parents? Ooh..." She says, her gaze looking at the tombstones... trailing over them in a way that seems almost to desecreate them. "... Miriana De Windia, hmmm? Surprised you came from such a noble stock... and I thought you had learned this poise with your mistress."
 She says, moving playfully away to give Selina room, "I am the Vestal of the Livid Lamasery, pretty bird. And you, madam Miriana De Windia? Tell your parents the title your mistress has given you while you moaned in bed with oblivion...."
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 <b>Selina De Windia:</b> "I am the Dark Angel...by my own choice." Selina states flatly, looking at the other deathknight with just a hint of contempt. "No petty ghost of ages past named me."
-She shakes her head slightly, disappointed. "I had thought as much, but I heard the Dark Angel was indepent. Some say we are fallen... if so, you certainly did fall below the ground." She says as she walks closer to the tombstones, holding the holy symbol on her neck - a thurible engulfed by what seems to be both an abyss and a great flare of light, depending on how you see it - and whispering, a prayer, then turning around, "Should I have to talk to the Pale Angel to see a <i>true</i> player in this game, or did you fall wholly in the whore's bed, Dark Angel?"
+<b>Charmaine:</b> She shakes her head slightly, disappointed. "I had thought as much, but I heard the Dark Angel was indepent. Some say we are fallen... if so, you certainly did fall below the ground." She says as she walks closer to the tombstones, holding the holy symbol on her neck - a thurible engulfed by what seems to be both an abyss and a great flare of light, depending on how you see it - and whispering, a prayer, then turning around, "Should I have to talk to the Pale Angel to see a <i>true</i> player in this game, or did you fall wholly in the whore's bed, Dark Angel?"
 "Oh... and how rude of me. I am the Vestal of the Livid Lamasery. But you can call me Charmaine, dear." she says, stepping closer to Selina once again...
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 "As for the Pale Angel, I think <b>I</b> will be the one to make her squeal first, not you. Not that you'd get any better answer from her, trust me." Her manner becomes more sultry, dangerously edged. "Now...what <i>exactly</i> is it you want from me, <i>Charmaine</i>, besides a little tickle under those dreadful robes?"
-She grins as Selina holds her ground, a little step foward, not wanting to shy the Dark Angel away. Not yet. "I have told you before, Dark Angel. We want some things you posses... and, for respect for your companion and your mistress..." the last one is let out with contempt - a <i>respect</i> that comes with power, and nothing else. ".. We would like to negotiate for them. Tomorrow night, in the Reinbach Temple, Blue Wind in Lower Windia. Tomorrow night, and not before. Bring the Pale Angel, if she is the one who is on the whore's bed and you are nothing more than a sword. Maybe I will make you both squeal." She grins, shrugging in a carefree manner, "Would <i>really</i> prefer that over making you scream."
+<b>Charmaine:</b> She grins as Selina holds her ground, a little step foward, not wanting to shy the Dark Angel away. Not yet. "I have told you before, Dark Angel. We want some things you posses... and, for respect for your companion and your mistress..." the last one is let out with contempt - a <i>respect</i> that comes with power, and nothing else. ".. We would like to negotiate for them. Tomorrow night, in the Reinbach Temple, Blue Wind in Lower Windia. Tomorrow night, and not before. Bring the Pale Angel, if she is the one who is on the whore's bed and you are nothing more than a sword. Maybe I will make you both squeal." She grins, shrugging in a carefree manner, "Would <i>really</i> prefer that over making you scream."
 <b>Selina De Windia:</b> "Oh...oh gods above. The fun never stops with our kind, does it?" The assassin sighs with a hint of exasperation, shaking her head in irritation then looking almost angrily at the other deathknight. "At least you lot have more tact then that band of dead soldiers. Except when it comes to one matter...or are you the only one with an addiction to the flesh?"
-"I am the only one, far as I know. The rest... well, they don't know know how to have fun. I wish it was our kind that made it never stop." She says, "Like I am very different from you. Listen to yourself, pretty Raven. You would squeal as much as I would. That is why I came by myself when I could have sent messengers... i wanted to know you. To know if it was you. All I had heard, yes.." With these words, she moves, her heavy dark robes making it so she seems to glide towards the Windian, her hand reaching and stroking her cheek, "...just have to be taught how to kneel and pray." She whispers, letting go and turning around, walking away... "I trust you will remember where we will meet to parlay?"
+<b>Charmaine:</b> "I am the only one, far as I know. The rest... well, they don't know know how to have fun. I wish it was our kind that made it never stop." She says, "Like I am very different from you. Listen to yourself, pretty Raven. You would squeal as much as I would. That is why I came by myself when I could have sent messengers... i wanted to know you. To know if it was you. All I had heard, yes.." With these words, she moves, her heavy dark robes making it so she seems to glide towards the Windian, her hand reaching and stroking her cheek, "...just have to be taught how to kneel and pray." She whispers, letting go and turning around, walking away... "I trust you will remember where we will meet to parlay?"
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 <i>"Too late, Vestal."</i> She says with a throaty, soul-killingly lacivious purr, like a famished predator. It's been far too long since she let <b>that</b> out with any hope of fulfillment. <i>"I'm not going to wait that long. In the Durant mauloseum, in the darkness near the dead you like so much -- just a little cuddle till my time here is up. Tomorrow will bring what it will, but in the next hour..."</i> She trails off and chuckles sultrily.
-The Vestal looks deep into her eyes, chuckling in dark lust like out of the most wicked void, pushing Selina’s arms down and kissing her...
+<b>Charmaine:</b> The Vestal looks deep into her eyes, chuckling in dark lust like out of the most wicked void, pushing Selina’s arms down and kissing her...
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