Neva Gonna Give You Up
Log Info
- Title: Neva Gonna Give You Up
- GM: Whirlpool
- Place: Sage Orum's Plaza, University District
- Summary: Lady Neva... let's say a noble from a far away land ... has made herself at home in Alexandria. She finds it very cute, and she is in pursuit of a certain set of individuals. There's something about a play.
Eztli was not exactly the most studious sort under the majority of circumstances, and while she was not completely absent from the library, it was rare she spent any significant amount of time in the district that did not involve finding someplace odd to sleep. This time however, the sorceress found herself exiting the arcanist's society, having recently finished a lecture she had been asked to attend. "I'm not really sure what they expected me to tell them about using magic in all honesty, Hopefully that went well enough." She grumbled loudly to herself, making her way out into the plaza.
Carver comes out from the shadow of the statue of the great sage, lasting memorial to a great figure of history. At her side is her ever-present companion, Deathless, as the pair patrol the street in pursuit of a criminal; on-the-hunt even admist the city. She goes very few places now without her weapons, relinquishing them really only when the local security demands it for entry.
The pair cut toward the library, knowing that the sorceress's prestigous arcane speech was scheduled to be wrapping soon.
It's been sometime since Aelwyn has made his way to this district - he and books, after all, do not typically mix - but today the ruddy sith-makar has made an exception. With his red ribboned horns and his flaimng bopping with each step,he made his way towards the sorceress. "Spelldancer! Huntress!" He greets with a flash of his teeth and a bow of his head.
GAME: Aelwyn rolls will: (9)+7: 16
Eztli's expression brightened considerably as she spied one, two, and three familiar faces. "Heya Carver! Good to see you, holding up okay?" The makari wondered as she stretched on the tips of her toes to kiss the ranger on the cheek. "Lecture went well, I think! I've never done one like that before, I think I'd like to go in more prepared if I have to do that again, though. But what about you? And hey Aelwyn, it's been a while! How's our local knight doing today?" She laughed.
Carver smiles back at Eztli, as she is actually on time. Not always the case when one deals with academics. She thought on what she wanted to say. How it was good to see her, or that she was fine.
Maybe even something daring like if she was hungry. Aelwyn arriving stalls any question with a nod of greeting, adjusting her bow up higher on the shoulder.
The ruddy draconian makes a face at Eztli. "A /Dragoon/," Aelwyn corrects, sticking to his claim, until the very end. "Then a knight-errant." He exposes his teeth then in a sharp, menacing grin - before he freezes suddenly, spinning around. "That was strange." He glances around the area for a moment, before he turns to look back at Eztli and Carver.
Finally, he takes in a deep breath. "This one believes they may have found a potential star for a certain play." His grin was about to split his skull in half, considering how wide it was.
And then... there's a halfling. Dressed elegantly, all smiles, accompanied by a human sized knight in plate armor with their features cocnealed. The knight moves a little awkwardly, but it's surely the weight of the armor, and not at all because he's three kobolds in a suit of plate armor trying their best.
Aelwyn, of course, will immediately recognize the halfling and who, and more importantly what, she is.
"Hello again, child," she tells the sith-amakri, "I hope you've been practicing your dancing. This must be the Eztli you mentioned, yes?" She stares up at the other one, eyes big and round with excitement. Where did she even come from?!
"Well, seems like something's had you on edge recently, Carver. Let me know sometime, alright? If there's anything I can do, just shout." Eztli added with a smile to Carver, before her attention was turned back to Aelwyn. "You did? Like, actually, honest to goodness? How did you manage to do that, tell me everything, please!" She half-rambled, stopped by the arrival of someone else. "Oh, uh, yes, that's me, Eztli! Nice to meet you miss, what can I do for you?"
"There's a lot." Carver answers, "More than I feel comfortable goin' too much into." Her eyebrows creep inward at Aelwyn's strange declaration before both shoot up at the arrival of the small woman and her very subtle, well-disguised entourage. Very expressive brows. Her lips form a thin line as she is not the subject at question here, gloved fingers rubbing together as she observes this unlikely meeting.
Aelwyn tilts his head towards Carver - he wondered if there was ever a moment the ranger wasn't on edge - but then he holds up his hand towards Eztli. "Ah, it was an ordeal, but perhaps one should-" He begins, already preening his own feathers, before he suddenly stops. His expression changes - to twisting his lips. It was the child comment. He flashes his teeth, turns around, and with an exaggerated sweeping gesture of his arm.
"Spelldancer and Huntress, may one be introduced to Lady Neva." He declares, then halts at the sight of the armour. "And..." He opens his mouth, closes it. "Plates."
The Dragoon's orange eyes turn towards Eztli. <"Lady Neva is quite interested in your play, Spelldancer."> He tells her, in his thickly accented draconic.
"Yeeees," says Lady Neva, smiling at Aelwyn. "I appreciate the introduction. Now, children, what's all this about a *play*?"
Her eyes flash orange fire, draconic power smoldering within her briefly revealing due to her excitement.
"I do so love a play."
She would hate to be disappointed.
"That bad, huh? All the more reason for me to hear you out at some point, Carver." Eztli sighed, giving Carver's hand a squeeze. "Oh! Well, I'm not a child, neither is Aelwyn, we're just small, sorry for the confusion." Eztli corrected, turning her attention to Aelwyn as he switched dialects. "Well, it's a dance and a play, if that makes sense, but well, I haven't really been able to start production, at the moment. It's a famous play from Dragoneir you see, but I haven't been able to find a dragon to reprise the role of Elthridax. Without one, the whole play just makes no sense, you know?"
Carver gives a squeeze back of Eztli's hand, a short spiteful bit of pride at her standing her ground but also a warning once she recognizes the name. "I was under the impression that you did not care to travel much these days, er, Lady Neva." She gives Aelwyn a very flat stare over the 'halfling' head. For some reason, she is convinced this is somehow his fault.
She cannot fault her calling them children when even Eztli's longer life is but a breath in comparison. She didn't know much of this play. She had seen the firedance, of course, but not grasped its cultural meaning very well. "Very... happy to have you here." She doesn't bother putting a lot of emphasis on happy.
The ruddy draconian's lips twist again. "We are not short." Aelwyn tells flatly to Eztli, before he turns towards Carver and in a completely ignorant fashion, tilts his head in a 'what' motion. Surely this was not a fault, nor a mistake in any fashion. It was going to be glorious! Even if Neva's eyes were spitting fire.
"Huntress and this one met Lady Neva in search of other knowledge," He explains to Eztli, in case she wasn't familiar. "And this one believes Lady Neva could have quite plenty to contribute to this play." He attempts. If makari could wink, he would be doing so.
The knight stiffens. Saluting, see, after Lady Neva's introduction.
"Ah! I KNOW THAT ONE. I have read every one of the author's plays! You're in luck! Your *star* has arrived."
Lady Neva preens. "Oh, I do love an audience."
She begins to enthusiastically cite lines in draconic from a play, declaring to the world the majesty of fang and claw, of wings and scales, and their glorious world they leave changed with every beat of their wings.
... she's awful.
"Yes, I know what you're insinuating, Aelwyn, I'm not stupid, I know what kobolds smell like for one thing. And it's incredibly, incredibly poor taste to point out before they bring it up themselves." Eztli huffed. "And, by the gods, thank you, Aelwyn, thank you so much!"
Perhaps she had spoken slightly too soon, however, as she listened a bit more. "Yes! They've made so many excellent recitals and plays, but the requirements make them impossible to put on."
Aelwyn leans back. "This one did not point at anything." He protests, but then flashes his teeth. "Ah, this one cannot accept _all_ of the praise, Huntress did lead the path." He gestures towards Carver.
Then Lady Neva enthusiastically starts her performance. He was actually not _extremely_ familiar with the play itself - beyond the fact that it had dancing - so he gives a fairly nonplussed look. A modernist play? He looks at not-kobolds in plate armor, Plates, then ignores them and gives Carver a look. "Quite the display, yes?" He asks from her, questioningly. "It will be a play to remember." Flash of teeth.
Neva looks most pleased with the reactions. Especially Eztli's thanks. She grabs Eztli's hand thereafter and says, "This will be the -- hm, what is the saying. The beginning of a beautiful partnership! We must discuss this at length! And find an appropriate space to contain my radiance." She glances up towards the sun.
f"Though it is perhaos best if we do not alert your government of me just yet. Let's keep it a SURPRISE."
She's very happy about this idea. Surprising everyone with her GLORIOUS nature.
Oh boy.
"Oh! Well, yes, we'll need to have a lot of rehearsals, but I hope that it will be alright." Eztli sighed. "I'll need to say something to the watch before I actually put on a show however, it's required for it to take place. I hope that won't cause too many issues. And it's important people know what to expect, right?"
In spite of her excitement, she really wasn't sure what to make of everything, now.
Aelwyn flashes his teeth brightly. "The surprise; the thrill of a performance, the very edge of reality and imagination." He walks around Eztli and pats her shoulder. "This is why one hires law years. Let us focus on the play itself, to make it a moment to remember!" He encourages, then leans in to whisper. "The damages can be worried over later."
"The Dragoon bows his head at the group though. "This one shall depart momentarily, but this one is sure Spelldancer shall do fine getting one acquainted with the city, Lady Neva." And with that, the ruddy sith-makar steps along the square, to head towards one his mysterious destinations.
"Oh yes. Don't think I have forgotten to say thank you, good sir. I have LONGED to perform and it has been ages!" Neva grabs Eztli's arm, and wraps her own around it!
"Come, my delightful little friend," she says and despite her being presently shorter than Eztli, one can't really diaagree with her, "We have SO MUCH to discuss."
There was so much Draconic, flashing rapid fast between the three parties. To Carver? Mostly nonsense so she watches their faces mostly for clues. Of how this unexpected arrival of star talent was going. She does squeeze the sorceress hand to impart courage and solidarity.
In tradespeak, ?We are happy to have you here. I think we will, of course, work to make you and your friends stay as comfortable as possible.?
Eztli turned back and smiled to Carver, squeezing the hand back before letting go. "Yes! I hope we will be able to work together on this. You want to come with us to discuss it, Carver? What about you, Deathless?" She asked of the two. "I've got a lot to go over with them, but I understand if you want to do something else."
Lady Neva now turns her eyes on Carver for a moment. Her eyes narrow in thought. Deep breath. "You seem familiar but I can not say we have met. Why is that?" Sniff. Sniff sniff.
Carver looks to Deathless with an apologetic eye, the patient horse simply flicking an ear. With all the stress of their storied guest, she had forgotten she was there.
"I guided Aelwyn, and the Deathsinger party, to your abode. I left in their care a blanket threaded with gold. It no doubt carried my scent as well as Deathless. She is my horse."
The noble steed bows her head, seemingly unprompted.
"Oh, is this who you were talking about before?" Eztli wondered, tilting her head a bit. "That would make sense, then. Again, it is nice to meet you, and I hope that we will be able to work together on this endeavor. It's been a dream of mine for some time now to put on this play, and I think that if there are any people from Dragoneir still around, it'd lift their spirits to not see it forgotten."