[OPEN] The Redsworn Reception

[guerriera]

Who: The Redsworn of Ruby Sanctum + Guests [OPEN TO ALL FLIGHTS]
What: Carolina The Redsworn have invited everyone to dinner! Let's see how well diplomatic relations between the flights can be improved, eh?
Where: The Ruby Sanctum
When: Forward dated to 6th June.
Warnings: Fires, food poisoning cooking for all, shenanigans, possible bad language.
OOC: Come gets some cross-flight CR! c: Some setting options below the cut, or go ahead and make your own.


A: COOKING FIRE SHENANIGANS

Feeling peckish? Have a delivery to make? Or just want to try your own hand at serving up some grub? The Redsworn's usual cooking area has been expanded for the evening, with two extra firepits dug out to cater for additional mouths. Over one fire burns the now "traditional" starter meat of bear flank, something any newly sworn (red or otherwise) will have the pleasure of sampling first. There's also several baskets of berries, fruit and vegetables, while a pot obtained in trade from Silverglen bubbles merrily.

B: FIRESIDE MINGLE

The redsworn of the Ruby Sanctum have claimed a corner of their own beneath one of the larger trees. There's a smaller fire here set for warmth and ambience, and have logs set about for seating for those who don't like perching on rocks or roots, or don't find the comfy grass comfy - park yourself and have a chat!

C: OPEN/MISC.

Choose Your Own Adventure! Just remember: wander alone at your own risk, non-redsworn, for the Red Dragonflight will have their eye on you.

Comments

[raggedydoc]

[There's a smile on the Doctor's face for a moment at that brief spark of camaraderie. This, he thinks, is what it should have been like with them, travelling through time and space together, marvelling at everything the universe has to offer. If he could just make the Master see that-

But he knows it's an impossibility, that the gulf between them is too wide to ever be crossed, with or without the drums. He raises an eyebrow at the Master's ultimatum.]

You know I won't promise that.

[raggedydoc]

King's Landing? Can't say I've been there before, and that's a pretty rare occurrence, finding somewhere I've never been. Though, I suppose, rather less rare when other universes are thrown into the equation.

[He's never been much of one to travel between universes - not on purpose, anyway. The Time Lords generally frowned on that sort of thing, except when they were being hypocritical about it.]

Not from Earth, I take it?

[irritating]

He ain't? [ Saying he's not slobbery is cause for concern, apparently, because she's now investigating her dog's mouth just to make sure. ] Give'im a bit to work up a good drool then, I guess.

[ Apollo tilts her head when he looks away, curiously trying to watch his face when he speaks. ] Yeah, an' why not? Too excited 'bout all the food of today?

[amygdalae]

[Bruce hadn't been expecting to know everything at once, of course. That would be a little far fetched. But still, what he has been told here is appreciated, and Bruce inclines his head as he speaks.]

I will do that when I return, then. [His last conversation had been pleasant enough, at least, though Bruce suspects he won't be able to learn much.] Thank you for this, though. It is very helpful.

[persequor]

[ what. ]

There is earth under the streets…?

[chosenfake]

[Luke makes a face.] I'm good, thanks. [He rubs beneath his nose, a self-conscious gesture.]

It's not that... I just have bad dreams a lot.

[He feels like a dumb little kid when he says this.]

[irritating]

[ Apollo's default when dealing with people is to be excitable, nosy, and loud, but Luke's tired, downbeat attitude right now seems to calm her down a little bit too. The nosy part of her has yet to be curbed though, because she is now sitting herself down on the ground beside him and continuing her string of questions. ]

Yeah? 'bout what? [ She doesn't seem to think he's acting like a dumb little kid, at least. ] D'you miss home?

[lifeforged]

[ Was it the metal bikini that gave her away? ]

The loss of life has been painful to all, not just myself. [ Shaking her head. ]

There was little that can be done to counter that. All we can do is strive to preserve the ones who breathe in the air and help them heal from all wounds, including the ones inflicted with grief.

Life... goes on.

[lifeforged]

It may be seen as such depending on how you take it, but there's no harm in representing your wants through your own council, is there? In Azeroth almost every race and civilization has their own government, yet they still come together to negotiate peacefully. [ For the most part. ]

I cannot tell you how to handle these things, only provide counsel in rare opportunities such as this.

[ Krasus will learn to deal with it. He seems best suited with handling the younger races compared to her. ]

[lifeforged]

[ Shaking her head. ] One who strays will have other things to busy themselves with while neglecting the battle and may be scorned by the others for how they prioritize themselves.

This is an enemy better faced together. We cannot afford anymore loss of life.

However it is as I have said: each of you have been brought here to aid a designated flight and they will in return provide you with the same help. We each have our own manner in which to end this and perhaps someday we will come together to fight. For now, tensions run high and with it, irritability with one another.

[lifeforged]

[ She's still mentally reeling that a child has been called forth. Not the first one she's seen, but the youngest by far. ]

Nan, what is it that you do here? Your chosen guardian has done well to watch over you, have they not?

[lifeforged]

That they are.

For now we will work as we are now with aid from outsiders such as yourself and as time passes, hopefully so do those feelings of conflict.

[lifeforged]

You are free to do this barking as you please. [ Whether she'll tolerate it in the future is another story.

Admittedly she has no qualms about it herself, it's her children that might dive in to protect her. They are fiercely loyal and easily concerned when it comes to her matters. ]

I shall speak with them. I'd very much like to at any rate and it has been some time--though hardly enough for their wounds to heal. If you will excuse me.

[lifeforged]

[ Yes, congratulations Ymir. Definitely the first to ever throw crude pick up lines at the DRAGON QUEEN. ]

I am afraid I don't get it either.

... though I am starting to understand it vaguely. You mean to say I am beautiful?

[lifeforged]

[ Frowning. ] I do not believe death is meant to be conquered.

All of your kind endures this regeneration and for what purpose? Survival?

[ninjacques]

[Jacques nods at that. Sometimes it takes something drastic to bring differing views into focus, but he hopes that it won't come to that, here.]

[telaari]

You are quite welcome.

[The warmth in her voice is genuine, even if her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. Maybe if she'd paid more attention to Morou and his studies, she could tell him more. Alas.]

[She looks him over again, searching for something less depressing to dwell on.]

You were one of the captured Dragonsworn, weren't you?

[seesbosscrotch]

"Yep, definitely top of my list."

The answer was both, Nepeta. Don't take Mar seriously, but take his ideals seriously. Value what he stood for, but not him.

He let his hand fall, then tucked it behind his head again. "It's not hard to do any of that in my mind, though. Because the alternative is worse."

ugh crazy week, sorry i'm late ;;

[traitre]

[And he smiles at that.] We should all try to keep secret anythings at a minimum.

I do hope to hear again from you soon.

[lightningbearer]

*he gets the feeling that even if he continues to try his point isn't really going to get through, so he'll drop it; learning that the powers that be aren't inclined to actively work together right now is worthwhile information in its own right, anyway*

I see.

pffft it's okay!

[lightningbearer]

*just nods at that*

[persequor]

My— Queen Ysera?

[ arya is unsure whether that's ysera's appropriate title, and if she should use it here. still it's the most respectful styling she knows, and arya is not stupid enough to disrespect ysera to others. ]

She has been good. I hunt — we do. [ she hugs closer to nymeria. her wolf's ears twitch. ] We bring back the meat.

[bloodpainter]

"You mean, laying down and dying? Yeah, that's worse. That's much worse."

Because as far as she could tell, those were their only options. Fight as hard as they could, or just lay there and let the demons kill them all. Nothing else seemed a possibility, because certainly they couldn't run, nor hide in the sanctums forever.

[beholdthedrums]

[He thinks that maybe a nicely placed Drain Soul would make his opinion clear. If he can't do that then surely the Doctor shouldn't be able to do something, either! They both fall into a question of ethics. Draining peoples' soul against their will? Yeah, fine, that's bad (the Master does it anyway); turning people into a sheep? That strips them of their rights, too, Doctor!

He wants to fight, he wants to lash out.

His hands, with a tingle of Shadow aura, clench around his arms. He can't, he can't, he--

Deathwing is more of a danger than the Doctor. He can't lose this party, not yet.

He holds it all back and scowls.]

Of course you won't.

[He needs to get out of here, away from the Doctor before he does something he can't recover from.

The Master rocks forward and gracefully stands back on his feet.]

So good of us to have this talk, but I should mingle.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Or half-assing it. Failing to commit. Trying to achieve success while guaranteeing safety. Living and dying with regrets."

He waggled a finger in her direction. "Not that you shouldn't value your safety, mind."