Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Sept 8, 2018 10:50:59 GMT -8
The small amount of hope that Kaelie had held onto withered at the pretty eyed human's words. Her shoulders sunk in defeat as she started to come to terms with the fact... it might be some time before she could go home.
She only allowed herself to sulk for a few moments before she shook herself slightly internally and forced herself to perk up as much as she could in her state. It hadn't gone unnoticed that the pretty eyed one had said she'd be under his watch. If that was true, it would just be a simple matter to charm the human once she was well and get him to release her. Human men were supposed to be quite susceptible to seduction. It shouldn't be too hard.
It was just a matter of playing her cards right.
So Kaelie tried to put on a brave face as she hugged her knees making herself look small as she shook her head at Montag's question. "Go ahead." She said in a small voice, that was a bit hoarse from lack of proper use and water, not looking at him as she did.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 8, 2018 11:02:09 GMT -8
Montag hated to see the Fae become crestfallen at his words, though he knew all too well they were the truth. He whispered softly, “I’m sorry it has to be this way.”
With the Fae’s permission, he slowly picked himself up off the floor, groaning in pain as his knees straightened for the first time in several hours. He again grabbed the cup of water, as well as several bandages and a bowl of water with soap and towels, hearing the hoarseness in her voice. As he approached her, he held out the water for her to drink while he worked on checking her wounds.
He knelt back down next to her with a similar groan, and began working on her wrists. He carefully unwrapped the bandages already there, and was pleased to see they were healing along nicely, much quicker than a human’s. He bathed the wounds again and rebandaged them, being just as delicate as before.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Sept 8, 2018 11:49:40 GMT -8
Kaelie sat quietly as he attended to her wrists, watching him curiously as she sipped at the water, savoring the feeling as it soothed her throat. So that's what the bindings on her wrists were for... Odd customs humans had. She turned her attention from his hands up to his face, her eyes flicking over him evaluating him. She hadn't really gotten much of a chance to really look at him. Luckily he did had a surprisingly nice face apart from his eyes. Strong jaw, sharp nose, laughter lines around his sculpted mouth. Her eyes drifted down appreciating the broad shouldered man. He was a formidable specimen especially compared to her slender stature.
He wasn't the worst looking human she could have been stuck with. Far from it.
"...How are your wounds?" Kaelie asked after a long while, softly before immediately grimacing. Probably not the best course of action to remind the human of what she had already done to him.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 8, 2018 12:51:20 GMT -8
Montag had finished bandaging the opposite wrist by the time Kaelie asked, persuading her to use her other hand to drink for a quick second. Despite her grimace, Montag liked it that the Fae had a mind to ask how he was holding up. Showed she had a conscience at least, something desperately needed for work at the fire department.
He reached into his pocket and produced out his wand, and muttered, “Fiat Lux”, illuminating the end of the wand again. Explaining before he did, “Now Little Miss, I want to see how your head is holding up, so I’m going to flash this light in your eyes. It should be quick, and I would greatly appreciate it if you help me by keeping them open.”
As he inspected her eyes, he seemed to notice their peculiar blue-green color for the first time. They were quite lovely. Distracting her slightly as he examined her pupils, he went back to her question, “I’m not going to lie Little Miss, I’m feeling much better than yesterday, though still not fully back to my old self. I’ll chalk that up to sleeping on that cot.”
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Sept 8, 2018 13:04:48 GMT -8
Kaelie winced a bit at the unnatural light, her eyes still a bit sensitive but she tried to keep them open wide so he could examine them. Her head did hurt less than it had yesterday, but she still felt a bit dizzy and disoriented. Her memories were in fragments as well but at least she was mostly alright.
"...I'm glad you are getting better then." She said after a moment. She wouldn't say she was sorry for ploughing into him- she wasn't at this moment. If given the chance, she would have likely done it again, but that was definitely not a way to endear the human to her. Truly she was glad the human was getting better though. It seemed he was likely the only one in the den of evil that for whatever reason was sympathetic to her.
After a while of trying to keep her eyes open she had to blink and turned away from the light, rubbing at her eyes. "How can you know how my head is doing by looking at my eyes?" She asked, it just occurring to her how silly it was.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 8, 2018 15:15:38 GMT -8
All around, Montag was very happy with all he saw about the state of the Fae. Despite being far from her natural environment and being stressed beyond imagination, she was healing quite quickly. The pupil dilation had shrunk since he checked last night, and both were beginning to become the same size again.
Montag was somewhat startled by her question, until he realized she probably knew very little to nothing about medicine beyond her bale remedies in her neck of the woods, quite literally.
Explaining to her as best he could, he put away the wand, “Well Little Miss, by looking at your eyes I can see how bad your brain got shook up. You see, when you hit your head, only part of the damage is what you feel on the outside, the other part is your brain hitting the inside of your skull. And if it hits hard enough the inside, it will become bruised, which can cause your pupils to become different sizes or bigger or smaller, sometimes all three. What I was doing was checking to see how far along you brain has come towards healing, and I must say I am rather impressed. You’re doing much better today than yesterday.”
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Sept 8, 2018 15:55:46 GMT -8
Kaelie blinked at that, not quite understanding what he was talking about but she nodded along nonetheless. "Uhm... Well...That's good to hear then?" She asked really wanting out of this room the longer she was trapped in here. It felt like the room was only shrinking the longer that she was forced to stay in it, feeling more and more confining with each passing moment. "This room is so... stagnant. Too unyielding... I hate this. How do you humans live inside all the time?" She muttered as she let her legs fall flat reaching up to unknot her pigtails. The unevenness of them was starting to get on her nerves. She carefully set what appeared to be thin braided vines that had acted almost like ribbons in her hair in her lap as she let her hair down and started combing her fingers through it. Her hair had looked long in the pigtails, but it appeared they were deceptive. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders and pooled on the ground one freed from their confines.
"I really want to be outside again..." She muttered as she looked up at the window, still combing her fingers through her hair slowly.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 8, 2018 18:40:27 GMT -8
Montag was busy cleaning up his supplies he had brought over when the Fae asked him about humans living inside. He pondered for a few seconds, questioning the wisdom of that. Finally he offered, "Well, most humans aren't as used to the wild as others. For some, much like yourself, they prefer the wilds to the cities. But even then its not good for humans to be cooped up all the time, they all need fresh air and grass between their toes occasionally."
Montag was rather fascinated by the amount of hair that was hidden in the Fae's pigtails, not quite thinking it was that long. If he had to guess, the Fae had never seen a pair of scissors in her life. He nodded with her wish, before pushing himself up off the ground, his knees complaining quite loudly from their time on the stone.
Setting down the supplies on the table, he sat back down on the bed to pull on his shoes. He figured the guards would've heard the ruckus, and that they would soon be interrupted for a final exit interview.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Sept 9, 2018 11:32:20 GMT -8
Finally, the prisoner is awake. Iulia nearly bolts down the hallways towards the west wing as she sorts through her orders for Kaelie and Decker to sign. Another desk nap had done its best work in bringing the investigator back to her usual attitude. Her eyes are free from dark circles, and her outfit has shed its dis-, becoming fully sheveled again. A scarlet cravat stands out against her black vest and fresh white shirt, matching neatly with her skirts. Her grey Breton cap is resettled on her head, no longer listing dangerously off to one side.
She arrives at the cell and raps sharply on the bars before unlocking the door and entering.
“Hello again. I am pleased to announce that the advocate and I reached an arrangement with the judge concerning this case. Prisoner 494, you are to be remanded to the custody of Fire Chief Montag Decker for an indefinite period of time, or until the end of your mortal life. Whichever comes first.”
Iulia pulls out a large piece of parchment and slides it over to Decker, for both prisoner and fireman to read it if they so choose. The investigator gives them a brief overview.
“The terms are as follows: Prisoner 494 will be bound magically to Montag Decker. This will be accomplished by a pair of magical devices currently being constructed by The Enclave. The prisoner and Mr Decker are not permitted to ever remove these devices for any reason under penalty of indefinite incarceration. The prisoner is not permitted to use any magicks without express permission from Mr Decker, nor is the prisoner allowed free roam of any land owned, occupied, or otherwise controlled by the Isran Empire, unless accompanied by Mr Decker. So long as the prisoner doesn’t violate any of the above provisions, Isra will not harass her in any way. She will be allowed to live her life as normally as possible.”
The arrangement goes into further details concerning Decker acting as Kaelie’s warden, as well as outlining several provisions concerning what would happen if either of the signers violated their agreement. Suffice to say that non-compliance would meet with a swift arrest and transfer to Mazorana Maximum Security Prison.
“All you need to do is sign at the bottom of the parchment there. There are two dotted lines. The top one is for you, Mr Decker, and the bottom one is for you.”
Iulia glances at the Fae while holding a pen out for Decker to take.
“Are there any questions? Please do note that if you choose not to sign, the alternative is to remain here in this cell awaiting further orders from the judge. They will not be so lenient if I tell them that you refused yet another deal. The faster you sign, the faster you can get out of here and back outside.”
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Sept 9, 2018 11:50:51 GMT -8
Kaelie blinked at the amount of information that was suddenly thrown at her, pausing mid-tie of her pig tail. She was silent for a good long while as she dissected everything that was thrown at her before she felt the familiar sensation of her blood beginning to boil as she got back up to her feet, tying off her pigtails again.
"Questions? I have several. First off, where did you get the right to come up with these terms without communicating your intentions to me? Because I certainly cannot read your human chicken scratch." She snapped in annoyance. "I will not sign anything and give you my binding agreement without knowing the exact contents. And from what you've told me of the terms, they still don't seem to be of any benefit to me or my home. You are saying I'm restricted to remain with him-" She jabbed her thumb in Montag's general direction. "But you still have said nothing of the preservation of my home. All that I am hearing is that I will remain a prisoner, except perhaps with the addition of becoming a human's dog." She snapped breathing heavily. She truly did despise this human cow. At least the pretty eyed one seemed somewhat intelligent. The cow had no idea how to even make a proper deal!
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 9, 2018 12:44:50 GMT -8
Montag remained sitting on the bed as Iulia entered and read the terms, nodding along occasionally. One had to love Isran bureaucracy, crossing all i’s and dotting all t’s with speed. He did have a few questions, but the Fae beat him to the punch, luckily not literally.
Montag sprang up, and placed himself between the pair of women, waiting for the Fae to finish before trying to soothe her, “Easy the Little Miss, you can’t afford to get worked up too much right now, otherwise it might set back your healing.”
Turning to Iulia for a second, he nodded for her to follow him over to the far corner of the room, so he could discuss with her in as much privacy as possible. Assuming she followed with him, he spoke in muffled tones, “I know we can’t do much about the woods, but I think it would do her a world of good to get her in nature while she heals, to speed along the process and maybe help her get some perspective on her situation. Is there any country homes available for vacationers that the government could commandeer for a while?”
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Sept 9, 2018 13:30:46 GMT -8
Right back into it. The Fae didn’t know when to give up. Iulia pulled a chair towards her and sat down, balancing the bundle of documents on her knees.
“We could get into positions of authority here, but we won’t. You benefit directly by continuing to live, I don’t really see how I can explain that in any simpler terms. As for your home, the provisions for that are in this second agreement here. We can get to that after we secure your release. That way we are dealing with you as a Fae, not a prisoner. A treaty protecting your forest must be between a foreign agent and the Isran government. Such an agreement could not be enforced between a prisoner and the state. Listing you as Montag’s ward will grant you more recognition before our laws.”
Taking a step back was the best course of action at this point. A calm explanation of the law, rather than trying to force the Fae into an agreement, could smooth this over. Iulia just hoped that basic legal concepts like standing and legal personhood could be understood by Kaelie.
“Right now, you are defined as an alien prisoner. Citizen prisoners have some rights during their incarceration, alien prisoners have basically none. By having Decker act as your warden, a protector of sorts, you move from being a prisoner to a person recognized by the law. We can then have you be involved in a foreign treaty between Isra and your forest, protecting it against further logging and Isran intrusion.”
Iulia felt like a law professor with a classroom of first-year students. Every word had to be chosen carefully for maximum clarity and impact. The law was dense and complicated. That did not mean it had to be incomprehensible.
“Now, I can’t just let you go without some form of punishment. Our laws serve to protect Isra and her people. You hurt a lot of people. The fires you started burned blocks of property and damaged the livelihoods of many citizens. Though you do not care about that, the law does. That means I have to care as well. The law binds me to protect the people by enforcing its dictates. You have to be held to account for your crimes, regardless of how you feel on the matter. If I fail to enforce the law here, I fail the very oath I took as an officer of the Guard.”
Iulia remembers back to her father teaching her about responsibility. She had taken her brother’s practice shield outside to use as a makeshift snow shovel. A few hours of play in, and she was sledding down a snowy hill with the shield. One particularly bad run saw the shield bent around a tree. Her punishment had been learning to hammer the shield back into its original shape, then polishing it to a perfect shine after every one of her brother’s practice sessions. Every action has an outcome, and every actor must take ownership of that.
“The kindest plan is to have the powers you used to perpetrate massive destruction bound to the one who has the most direct role in combating exactly what you tried to do. Montag Decker is a fireman. He understands magic, fire, and you, it seems. I wouldn’t call your custody ‘slavery’. We aren’t pressing you into service or requiring you to work for us. An option I had was your execution, or giving you a life sentence. That would solve our immediate problems with little fuss.”
The image of the Fae learning of Kaelie’s fate and descending en masse to seek retribution impressed itself into Iulia’s imagination. Her actions here could lead to a war. A deal with Kaelie might save Isra a lot of trouble in fending off a Fae attack.
“I’d like to avoid that, however. By signing this agreement, Isra recognizes you as someone we can make a treaty with concerning your home. Decker will supervise and protect you, not use you as cheap labor or something unseemly.”
She breaks off to give Decker a cold stare before continuing.
“So long as you don’t try to set fire to buildings, attempt to kill people, or otherwise break Isran law, you will be fine. The Guard won’t trouble you, the authorities will leave you alone.”
A beat. Outside, a bird sings as it flies by the iron barred window.
“Only after we sign this can we move on to dealing with your home. I promise that, should you sign our first agreement, I can secure the protection of your forest. My signature is already on the first agreement. But we cannot move on to the second if you stay a prisoner.”
The bird wings away from the window and silence returns. Iulia glances at Kaelie and shrugs.
“There is an alternative. I could wash my hands of all this. The judge could scrap what we have and send the case directly to The Empress.”
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Sept 9, 2018 14:50:59 GMT -8
Kaelie was clearly fuming still, even as Montag separated them both as she struggled to reign in her emotions. None of this- None of it was fair.
Her home had been under attack. Her brothers and sisters slaughtered, defaced, tortured and warped into unrecognizable shells of themselves. Her rights as a natural being that walked the earth, just as well as these wretched humans were being trampled upon. When she responded in kind, the hypocrites made her to be the villain. Like she had acted unprovoked, like her emotions and thoughts were inconsequential. Like she was less than somehow even the creatures of the forest who she was trying to protect as well.
It was... infuriating beyond belief that she was subjected to this.
She listened to what the damn woman said in that voice that just felt so damn condescending as she gave her the options afforded to her. Just more and more white hot anger filled her as she let the woman speak, her arms trembling as she dug her nails into the palms of her hands. She could feel the cuts on her wrist reopen but she didn't even care at this point.
It didn't matter that these humans were breaking natural laws. It didn't matter what she felt. It didn't even matter what she did at this point.
She was at the mercy of these... monsters.
And there was nothing she could do.
That realization… once it struck her suddenly the fight went out of her as she started to tune the cow out as she kept blathering about signing her agreement and moving on and some other human empress or something.
There was nothing she could do. If she somehow managed to find some way around the terms. Somehow managed to slip away back home… they would just be back again. Probably with a renewed vengeance.
They would leave nothing behind. And countless more would be slaughtered. Or subjected to the torture and humiliation she’d already been subject to.
The anger tears that had been bunching in the corners of her eyes finally spilled over, dripping onto the ground with heavy plops as Kaelie fell back against the wall, feeling her knees grow weak with the gravity of the knowledge that set in.
She had been outmaneuvered.
As she slid back to the ground slowly, her mind started working again slowly. If she compiled… and gave over her freedom, her chance at going home, and what truly made her who she was...There was a chance she could protect what she had set out to from the beginning.
If she didn’t, there would only be more death. The war that would ensue would be… Bloody, terrifying, and brutal… and it was one she wasn’t even sure her people could win.
The fire in her eyes dimmed as the fight went out of her.
One tree fell but the rest of the forest would still stand. That’s how it would have to be.
Slowly, Kaelie held out her hand that was slightly bloody from how hard she gripped her palms and the excess blood that dripped down from the wounds around her wrists.
“I don’t care about your politics. I don’t care about your government or your city. I don’t care about you, or him- stars be my witness- I don’t even care what happens to me.” She finally said slowly, tears flowing unabated from her eyes. She was done trying to get them to understand or fight it.
“I just want my home to be safe.” She said softly on a breath, her hand sitting there levelly, expectantly, resting against her knee. “...I’ll sign whatever. Just give me your word on your lives my home will be safe.”
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Sept 9, 2018 16:49:48 GMT -8
The fervor radiating from the Fae was impressive. Terrorist or no, Iulia concluded, this was a creature of strong devotion and dedication to her cause. If only violence and fire had not been her weapons of choice. From another perspective, the young Fae might have been a hero, a martyr. It was too late for such thoughts now. As the Fae cried, Iulia walked over with Decker to the corner of the cell.
The fireman had a decent proposal. Laying low out in the countryside got the duo out of the city and into a more natural environment. Iulia nodded and murmured back to him.
“Yes. I’ll have the arrangements made up as soon as we leave. Could we speak for a moment or two after our business here is done? I’d like to have a quick debrief with you.”
Kaelie’s verbal consent to sign the paperwork brought the investigator back over to her side. The black pen rested limply in the Fae’s hand as Iulia watched her sign on the dotted line.
“You are hereby released into the custody of Montag Decker, Chief of the Isran Fire Department. Now, the treaty is here for you to sign. To repeat: Isra will no longer harvest lumber or any other natural resource from the area marked as the forest of the Fae. Your home is, and will be, safe.”
Iulia breathes in deeply.
“And you have my word as an Investigator of The Isran Guard, I swear to you that our agreements signed today will be upheld to the letter. So let it be written, so let it be done.”
Iulia adds her own signature to the very bottom of the final document. A quick puff of air over the wet ink, then the papers are handed off to Decker for him to sign.
Once he has done so, Iulia moves to open the cell door and nods for Decker to follow.
“I need to run these papers to the Commissioner and have a brief talk with Mr Decker. In the meantime…”
She breaks off. What was the Fae’s name? Her signature was printed in some sort of script that Iulia couldn’t read. She glanced at Kaelie and pointed out of the cell towards the door to the west wing.
“In the meantime, the guards will escort you to the courtyard. Decker will join you there after we are finished, and the two of you will visit the Enclave to be fitted for your binding devices.”
Was there anything else that should be said here? The investigator felt the first flash of confusion for what to do in this case. She turned on her heel and walked out, still musing over what, if anything, she could have said.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Sept 9, 2018 17:08:24 GMT -8
Kaelie felt like she was trying to swim through tar as the pen was put into her hand and she moved to sign the document. There was a moment of hesitation before she slowly wrote her name in curving runes she knew the humans wouldn't be able to make out. If anything, she would keep her true name as much of a secret as she could if she had to be reduced to the humans plaything.
She winced as she felt the familiar pull on her soul as the oath was made binding as she slowly handed the pen over to the investigator. Nausea rose and she could feel bile rising in her throat but she forced herself to keep it down as she turned away from the humans.
She couldn't hear what the humans were saying over the own ringing in her ears as she gathered herself together as small as she could get.
Her home was safe... Even if she doubted she'd ever be able or welcome to set foot there again.
She just felt numb as she sat there, unresponsive for the most part, staring forward.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 9, 2018 20:02:26 GMT -8
Montag nodded a yes to Iulia's question if they could talk for a moment, knowing that there would be no answer but yes. The guard always got what it wanted in the end, and it was best to bend rather than be broken as the Fae was certainly learning. Though he hated seeing her learning like this. Most people learned this over time, the ones who didn't ended up in cells much like this, but the Fae never grew up in a world like this.
At least Inspector Iulia took pity on the Fae, and he would certainly do the best he could as well. He quickly signed the form that was handed him, ending with a flourish. He dutifully followed Iulia out the door, waiting until the door was closed before asking, "So, what do I need to debrief? I'll even submit to a saliva test to verify that nothing happened in there but it turns out she was pregnant."
He meant that last sentence as something of a joke, but his own tone didn't convince him of that. He was still nervous over the fate of his career, especially how the impact of falling asleep with a certain Fae that became his word. He knew people would be talking about that, even if he knew in his heart of hearts that nothing had happened. He just wanted to make sure she would heal along nicely and start to acclimate to her new life.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Sept 16, 2018 13:28:14 GMT -8
Iulia leads the fireman back down towards the offices into a small empty room off to one side. Chairs and desks stacked one atop the other give the impression that half of the room is for storage. A mechanical contraption puffing steam takes up a table on its own. Assorted mugs and tins of tea surround it. A few adventurous souls supply their own cache of dark roasted beans to brew a foul smelling liquid they claim really wakes them up in the morning. Few believed them. Far more stuck with the various kinds of respectable and delicious tea. The inspector pulled a wry face at Decker’s remark about saliva and pregnancy. She internally shuddered at his apparent misunderstanding of reproduction. “Thank you, Mr Decker, for your time and efforts these past few days. Your aid helped us tackle a case that would have gone terribly different without you. Your actions were strange, to say the least. Professionally, I don’t care what you did. You got results. While I hope nothing untoward happened between you and the Fae, I don’t want to know the details.” Iulia, on a personal level, did care what Decker had done. She wanted to respect the man. His distinguished service as fire chief and willingness to tend to the Fae’s physical state seemed the indications of a good man. If he had taken advantage of the Fae, that would darken the investigator's opinion of him irreparably. Not knowing allowed her to maintain a level of detachment. She busied herself with brewing another pot of tea, nodding towards her desk. “I’m working on my official report now. You know what we are doing with the prisoner. The creature is essentially yours. I have downplayed your exact role in my writing in order to protect what is left of your privacy. Your role is relegated to a few choice lines where you offered ‘ expertise and magical knowledge’ and ‘ provided insights into the prisoner’s mindset’. Your commendation letter is vague, but it sings high praises of your general conduct.” There is a lengthy pause as Iulia stirs a small helping of honey into two earthenware mugs. The tea machine whistles contentedly as it heats up more water. Steam wafts up gently, casting a fog over her glasses as the honey melts slowly into the tea. She gives each mug a lazy spin thrice round. One mug goes to Decker as she cradles the other. “I liked your idea for a vacation. There is a pleasant little cottage far out on the north of The Land-Tiller's Expanse. The Guard needs to wrap up a few loose ends here and would love to not have to think about that Fae running about in the city for a few days.” She blows over top of her tea, sending more steam up into the air. The rich scent of bergamot and lemon soothes her slightly. “I do have a few questions before I let you go. You can answer as much or as little if you like, I don’t want to put you on the spot. To start: how are you holding up?” Her question is direct. Grey eyes bore into Decker’s with equal parts concern and care.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 16, 2018 19:21:01 GMT -8
As Montag followed after Iulia, a rather distinct, and all too familiar smell started drifting into his nostrils, followed by a wave of the wafting scent. As they turned into the room, his rather bleary eyes spied the impressive contraption, and his mouth watered. Coffee, thank God. He about dove to grab a cup and pour himself a cup, but he saw the inspector had other plans.
The watering in his mouth dissipated rather quickly as Iulia explained that professionally, she didn't care. He waited until she was done explaining the report to reply, "And I'm telling you Inspector," he kept the tone professional and sincere, knowing the truth would set him free, "Absolutely nothing happened in there aside from the rather compromising position you found us in. The guards posted outside should be able to corroborate that they heard nothing but snoring, and we all know that the walls talk and listen in equal measures."
He gratefully took the tea, and took a quick sip to avoid burning his mouth, "Because nothing else happened. She was defenseless, and I wouldn't dream of doing untoward to her in her state." He wanted to stifle any rumors about his actions long before they saw the light of day, and he figured the best person who could help him with that was the inspector.
He again answered truthfully, "Honestly, I've been better. My back no longer hurts... by the way, I need to see what you have enchanted that mattress with, because it worked wonders... anyways, I am exhausted. I'm sure I smell something awful, and I can't wait to catch a shower at some point during the day, though I don't know when that will be. And mostly, I'm concerned. About my reputation, about the prospects about keeping her under control... and mostly, her well being. I think we may have broke her a bit."
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Sept 19, 2018 5:22:44 GMT -8
Iotapa nods along with Decker’s repeated denial of misconduct.
“I am glad you are feeling better. I’d hate to send you off traveling whilst you creak and groan with every step. Not very roguish and daring, is it.”
She winks cheekily over the top of her tea.
“You needn’t be concerned for your reputation, Mr Decker. Your department will welcome you back after your vacation. Trust me, if you were in any sort of trouble, you would know. No one will be talking about your ‘rather compromising position’, I promise.”
The tea warmed her hands through the sides of her mug.
“As for your Fae, do remember that she tried to kill you and dozens of your fellow Israns. She is dangerous, as pretty as some may find her. Her well-being is directly tied to how well you can keep her from acting out again. Surely, she might not be a threat to Isra at this exact moment, but what about in a few months? Years? As long as she lives, she poses a continuous hypothetical risk. Powers like hers, like yours even, are not trifles or objects of fascination. Do you know how much easier the job of the Guard would be without the widespread use of magic? A common footpad is nuisance. A magical footpad is a nightmare. If you want to maintain the safety of your Fae, keep her docile. Keep her powers in check.”
A sip. Iotapa shudders slightly in appreciation of the tea’s life-giving strength flooding into her veins. She places the mug down on the nearby table and claps her hands together once.
“Enough of that, though! Your next stop will be the Enclave to be fitted for your binding devices. Then you’ll both be of on your vacation. I don’t mean to pry, but what are your plans for that? How are you going to appeal to her, get her to listen to you?”
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 19, 2018 7:11:33 GMT -8
A look of relief washed over Montag's face as the Inspector affirmed that no one besides the small crowd that already witnessed the state of Kaelie and Montag would know. Even though he knew that nothing had happened, it would still prove a black mark on his reputation, something he would have needed to fight against for every election for Fire Chief afterwards, or maybe even a dismissal from the department. At least this would be one less thing he would need to worry about.
He took another sip of tea, listening carefully to Iulia's words, and finding himself completely in agreement with her. Magic seemed to favor the races of mortals rather randomly, and it seemed for every good student at the Enclave there was one practicing necromancy out in the provinces.
At least, that was according to the mountain of a man that so happened to be a Vorutan that worked in the department.
Montag shrugged, "I've been thinking about that, and I think my first priority is to show her that not all humans are monsters. And that means tending to her wounds until she's fully healed. From there, I'll have to play it by ear, as it is with most my career. As for the actual vacation, I would prefer somewhere with a thicket close by, but not a full on forest, so maybe we can start weaning her off of them instead of just ripping her out of them completely."
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