[ＭＹ ＣＲＯＷＮ] my queen v2, open

[Akayuri]

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Tomyris Calin
Loyal Guard of Calatia
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Tomyris was unsure what to make of the situation she had just witnessed. Of course, nobility being nobility, the slightest offense had someone reacting like a lit firecracker, and of course it had to be during one of the most important diplomatic occasions of the decade. If protocol did not demand she stay at ease with her hands respectfully held behind her back, she would have facepalmed. While she wasn't a participating player she made sure to understand the game. The propaganda artists in Calatia would have had a field day writing about a Laurentian noblewoman openly attacking a Masipa. As a guard she had been trained to deal with a number of things, one of those things being conflict resolution, but it seemed she was unneeded as the Calatian and Laurentian monarchs had stepped in. Behind the guard's mask that shielded the lower half of her face it was difficult for anyone to read her expression. She was relieved to see the animal manipulation girl removed from the situation and that people were in the process of receiving medical attention, but then there was the panther in the room. She assumed it hadn't been injured too badly after being thrown at someone. A few members of the Calin family could turn into big cats so Tomyris had some knowledge of the beasts, so she understood very well how incredibly dangerous a panther could be. With that in mind, her main concern was what the panther was going to do now that the Snakeskin girl had left and presumably no one else was around to control it. Would it attack other guests? Would it become frightened and lash out at someone? Would someone decide to kill the panther with their powers as retribution against the Snakeskin and to neutralize it as a threat? Tomyris eyed the nobles in the room and hoped one of them would do something remotely intelligent with their powers in order to deal with this.

[Murdoc Niccals]

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Being late was something Alexander was already beating himself up over. He was never late! But what could he do in the face on the accident that befell the lord-funded greenhouse? Only his skills with his power prevented some novel hybrid seedlings from being crushed beyond his capabilities of healing. To resuscitate a plant and to make it grow, some of his own energy had to be given in return. It was a simple concept, but especially dangerous when small plants were concerned. An old plant could readily use ancient roots to absorb a nutrient slurry that will combat an ailment it has. A seedling... it’s nascent system was artfully simple. Once damage was done it was in many ways more energy taxing to help it through an accident in its greatest time of survival.

Alex could either save them all, and be late, or doom himself to save few while clinging to his life later. The nature of the accident saw many seedlings crushed under the hot sun- a catastrophic failure of the ceiling. Some were from crosses dozens of years in the making, of plants whose seeds were persnickety to grow past a year of storage. Saving those were a must, but then came choices. How could he choose what efforts were greater than others? It was maddening.

He chose the shame of being late. That would perhaps fade in time. Human thought was much more ephimephral than human efforts.

He was drained by the time he managed to stumble into his carriage. At least the food would help replenish his energy- his last charge was safely clasped in his hands- a tiny seedling practically falling out of its seed, much too young to survive such an ill event. It was an odd thing to walk into a ball room with- a tiny clay pot full of soil. Yet, he really didn't expect the mood to be like this at all.

The quiet was pervasive, and it seemed a throng had formed. There was no music, and all he could clue in to what happened was from the king storming away. Carefully, he picked his way through the crowd. Well, so much for him being the spectacle for being late, perhaps this was a fortuitous event. He forgave the food that was set out for his curiosity, though. "What happened?" He whispered to a fellow noble that was within earshot. A fight? He could only see the vestiges of the event, but it was pretty clear to him. The offending parties, though, were not.

[apricotflyer]

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Before Marielle could fully interrupt she noticed Issa shaking her head at her quietly. She pouted but nodded at her words, glancing behind her to see Atrenia being pulled outside and everything breaking up. Isabella was probably right. She was left still standing there for a second before realising her friend was already striding away. She hurried to catch up, while also trying to not draw too much attention to herself. "I hope what happened doesn't ruin the rest of the evening," Mari sighed. This wasn't exactly the fun night she'd been expecting.

(i'll post for bryce later hopefully)