Snippet #1109146

Ireland: Blissful Ignorance

Reicha listened to Sorcha's story with little enthusiasm, for it was all a very uninteresting tale to her. However, when Sorcha turned to her and looked as though she were about to speak but then stopped and quickly crossed the room toward her, she couldn't help her hands subconsciously reach for the weapons that were no longer there. But then she snatched the book which Reicha hadn't even realized she still had, and began going over the face of the author. So that was Keegan. She wondered what exactly had made her pick it up. She had never laid eyes on the royal family other than Sorcha before, so the face was new to her. As Sorcha went for the door, she spoke simply, "You do realize I'll be following you, right? Whether you want me to or not. That's what body guards do. Otherwise someone could snatch you and be off with you in a second, especially in this blissful state you seem to be in right now." She was not being mean or trying to invade Sorcha's privacy, she was just doing her job. She stood up and took a choker with the knife going down the back, which would be covered in her hair, and then slid two knives into her boots, and finally, one on her belt. She considered taking the gun she had snagged from those thugs in America, but it felt impersonal. She liked the feel of the kill when the time came for it. As she walked toward the door after Sorcha, she sent a glance back to Saige and Masaharu before, turning her head. For now, she would not count them as allies until they had made their decision. And as such, they could just as easily be enemies. She turned to Sorcha as she made herself invisible, "You don't need to speak to me. Take your air and calm your thoughts. Just know that I am nearby should trouble arise."

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Ireland: A Party Planned...

Emily received him with open arms as he stepped through the door with a smile on his own face, "How's the party coming?"

Emily nodded toward some decorations, "Everything's almost ready. Just need you to help out with the fireworks out back and we'll be good to go." She said, helping him to carry the small box of fireworks out and over the crest of the hill, where they would remain out of sight until they were ready to be launched. It didn't take long before they were set up according to the instructions. Emily turned to James and gave him a smile, "I just want to thank you for making this all possibly, Jimmy."

James smiled, "Hey, you made my books possible. If all you want is one birthday party to return the favor, then sign me up."

Emily folded her arms and gave him a small look of contempt, "Hey, I never said it was just the one birthday party." She couldn't help but let the look fall from her face as they both started laughing.

Not long after, guests began arriving, and then finally, the birthday girl herself showed up (and walked straight back into her grandfather's strings, though they were much more loosely woven) and began to celebrate. Though it was a child's party alcohol was definitely there (Irish, what are you gonna do?) and finally everyone was heralded outside, and the fireworks were let off. It was a beautiful sight that could be seen for miles around, and Lizzy simply adored it. (Though James couldn't help but wonder if maybe they could get in trouble for this.)

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Ireland: Wish I had a LAN Line

Jarev sat with his hands crossed as he tried to focus on Valius' half of the Linking Gem. Temporal Telepathy. Ugh. So unresponsive. Concordia only knew how long it would take the "King" to answer him, "Valius, it's Jarev. Give me a damn update whenever you get the chance, I can't keep this link open forever. You initiate next time." He muttered, taking the headband off and nearly chucking it across the attic of his daughter's home, which he had turned into a nice little room. Or, he had forced Alyssa to do it. Either way, it was nice, though he found himself missing the lavishness of the castle every so often.

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The Castle: Ooh Look, Marshmallows.

Kiel watched as spirits rained past him, but he sure as hell wouldn't let that lazy half-demon have all the fun. As soon as the fight with Pyrus had concluded, he had abandoned his polearm, though his familiarity with it as opposed to other weapons was lightly annoying. Instead of grabbing a new one, he resorted to using his claws and fire, slashing and burning his way through the creatures. They burned like paper and sliced almost as easily, making his progress through the castle relatively swift, (not to mention the fact that the damn spirits kept stealing his kills. Damn kill whores) and painless. The zombies, though they were stronger than he had at first anticipated, mostly just bounced off his heavy scales, allowing him to breath fire on their worm-food bodies.