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Asteria City


ImageAsteria is a sprawling coastal city located along the Eastern Seaboard that serves as one of the major hubs for international travel to and from Terra. Possessing one of the largest spaceports on the Eastern Seaboard, Asteria boasts a massive level of traffic and is a prime tourist location as well.

Asteria contains several prominent academies of higher education, museums, schools of art, corporate businesses, and numerous historical landmarks. Among its many local attractions, Asteria also contains a prominent NPA field office, and a large naval base is situated across the bay from the city.

Asteria has strong divisions of culture and ethnicity due to the high concentration of immigrants - both legal and illegal. In particular the city possesses an especially prominent number of Shintenchi and Caprican immigrants as well as a noteworthy concentration of scythian illegals.

Asteria enjoys a high level of prosperity, but the large abundance of illegal immigrants has sowed an element of desperation into the poorer regions of the city. It is often unwise for tourists to visit Asteria without taking care to learn what districts are best avoided after dark.
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Asteria City

Asteria is a sprawling coastal city located along the Eastern Seaboard that serves as one of the major hubs for international travel to and from Terra.

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Asteria City is a part of Eastern Seaboard.

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Kagami/Karu'kh [20] If I were to explain him, it'd take forever to explain what he's like. Even trying to shorten it.
Eran Dyre [20] TNG character
Jellybean Jane [11] "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" (end me.)
Martin Langford [11] Terran anchorman.
Sonja Petralia [9] Proprietor of a several prominent nightclubs in Caprica City, Sonja is both a strong and successful business woman.
Jona Navette [2] Happy child living close to his family.
Hiroyoshi Sakai [2] One of the best Tengu pilots in Shintenchi
Ponyta-Krissy [1] Fire-type

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That very attitude explained to her why the couple was still in power, and why they had ruled so easily. They gave most of the unseen what they longed for more than anything, a family and ultimately a place to call home, albeit a very different version of home if one were to think about it. "That is very kind of you, and we manage well enough. Alexander is generally kept too busy for much more than small scale incidents and I myself have her majesty Tatianna's concerns to look out for." Catherine explained as she looked down at her wine goblet. This could go on and on all night, with neither of them getting much of what they wanted out of the encounter.

"And your family your grace? How are they other than Lady Isis's concerns about the lost fledgling?"

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"My sons and daughters flourish." He grinned widely. "Rahal especially." he laughed and shook his head. "He's around here somewhere if you'd like to speak. Dear Isis had to pull him away from his research to get him to come. His current studies are on Inter-Planar Science along with a smattering of Geomantic philosophy." He was in the dark as to the fledgling's identity too. He would have told Catherine otherwise, that much his father knew.


"My Hat-mehi, my eldest daughter, is in town as well. A rare occasion, but certainly a welcome one. She manages our desert holdings for us regularly." Right now, of course, she was here to renew her dedication to her parents. "She's...perhaps a bit younger than you."

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"That is always good to hear." She said slowly seeing that Taro would go on for hours if allowed, and there had bound to be a polite way to extricate herself. 'The mage is likely sulking around, pouting.' Catherine thought to herself as she tried to come up with a polite way to express her boredom at the idea of whatever subject Rahal had picked up this time. "It seems like Rahal is keeping busy then." She finally said, wishing she had never been this polite to the prince. The man's children were numerous, and Catherine had little intention of keeping them all straight unless she wanted a headache.

"But I'm sure you're pleased to see your daughter, however rare an opportunity that it is." Now she was just repeating things by rote, not really paying much attention, her mind wandering again. How old did this man think she was? Eons? Millenia? Being compared to the other's daughter had a childish quality to it, as if an adult were telling her who she should know as a child.

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Rahal had been sulking around, but had noticed Catherine and spotted the predicament she was in. He let his father update the poor woman on two more of is siblings, before he stepped in, greeted his father with shallow bow, and then a touch to the arm. "Father. I didn't know Catherine would be here. I wouldn't have put up a fuss has I known." He smiled politely, to Catherine and then to his father.

Taro, broken in his stride, smiled to his son. "You'll have to keep her company, perhaps dance a few times with her." he ordered simply. Rahal bowed his head in agreement. the vampire smiled, pleased. "And make certain to greet your sister while she's here. It's only a few days. I'm afraid I'm rather busy still, trying to find our lost lamb."

"Hardly a lamb if he's of our line, Father." the elderly man said, though he didn't look quite as old as, perhaps, he ought to have. "he will be fine, and we'll find him soon. Go question others. I'll stay with our guest."

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Catherine successfully choked back a laugh, then took a sip of her wine, the large goblet hiding most of her features while she pushed aside her amusement for awhile. "I apologize for not announcing my arrival sooner, sometimes things get lost in the fray." She said as she watched the interaction between the pair carefully. Everything in this court seemed to have to be done with more care than Tatianna's, as if she were still an outsider, which more than likely she was.

Once Taro had left, Catherine turned to Rahal with an appraising eye, "You look well." She said. Age always seemed to be a sticking point for some in the Unseen, usually appearing younger than apparent age sometimes.

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"A potion regimen." he admitted with ease. "To prepare me for the turning." to de-age him, make him stronger, secure his magic a bit more. "Father decided I would be turned soon enough, but some extra steps must first be taken to ensure that my magic remained with me. The missing fledgling was turned partly because of his magic, but the magic did not survive the turning."

He smiled, sad and whispered a spell to ward against eavesdroppers. "Though that's about all I know about my youngest sibling. Father has been very close mouthed, and refused any introductions." It was incredibly frustrating. He did want to meet his new sibling, but was given no chance to so much as greet the man. He was of course, completely unaware that his parents were trying to keep the fact that it was their fledgling missing quiet. "I would like to know the sibling closest in age to myself."

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Catherine raised a slender eyebrow at Rahal's comments. "... I see." She said slowly as she began to piece a few things together. It appeared that the Dragon court had gone back on their promise to the both of them, that Brandon would be allowed to live out a normal life as he saw fit, as long as he made his choice. That choice had been the court of the White Rose, but it had been respected she thought. Apparently she was being proved just how wrong that whole thought had been. "But, I thought they were undecided about that?" Catherine asked before he cast the ward.

"Use your head Rahal, what person have they wanted turned for the magic so badly they practically salivated at it?" She said cryptically. Catherine knew, but also had no intention of letting Taro or Bel know just yet.

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Rahal cast his mind back to when the news of the new fledgling first broke, and a year or so before, just in case. It clicked, rapidly, and he swore, magic crackling in his hair as he realized exactly who was turned, most definitely against his will too. With visible effort, every muscle of his body taut, he reigned himself in, careful to regain control. Outside the ward, one of the hangings, some pretty little tapestry purchased to decorate the walls, caught fire almost spontaneously.

Taro snapped a glare to his son, even as Bel directed efforts to put the fire out. It didn't take long, though it was very clear the party had reached its high point. The vampire started over, only to be waylaid by worried vampires, clearly not certain what could have caused it.

The mage, magic more under his control, though sparks still lingered in his hair, met her eyes, fury clear. "If you can contact him, let him know I did not know, but will aid him how I can. That boy has been through too much to get this shit added in on it."

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"Exactly." Catherine pointed out. "I buried him, I saw him die. This is not what anyone wanted, ever." She added taking slight notice of the sudden incineration of the tapestry. It wasn't that bad, she told herself, having done worse the first gathering she'd attended. Shaking her head she did not like the sudden attention on them from Bel and Taro, it did appear however that things like fire were highly frowned upon. "I don't know what his head is like, but I can find out if the bond still remains between him and your mother." Catherine said with a conspiratorial smile that flashed sharp white fang like teeth normally hidden by a simple glamour.

"However, as for contacting... I am to wait on him he says."

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"Mother still senses him. It remains." he murmured, and sighed, running a hand over his hair. "We'll have to meet elsewhere to discuss things. In the meantime, the show goes on." He ran a hand over his hair. It had begun to frizz terribly, and what was usually a silken mass of smooth strands now puffed unattractively. With a pout, he smoothed it as much as it would allow. "We'll have to think of why I was upset."

And quickly, as his Father had lost the peasants crowding him and now glided over, every inch a predator. Rahal glanced to her. "I'm dropping the ward." a warning before his father got to close. It dropped and he glanced to his father, only to flinch. This was not going to go well. The man was furious with him, for his lose of control. There would be pain in the punishment for this.

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"As I thought." Catherine muttered with a nod of agreement. That only confirmed her suspicions, that Brandon had been unable to totally break the bond. To do so needed to ideally be done by him, but she feared he didn't have the skill or power to escape Bel's grasp. "There are a number of excuses, pick one mage." She added looking across the room to Taro. This night was going to dissolve into chaos sooner or later, and she wasn't certain what pulling on her own magic would do. It was always unpredictable at best, and impossible to control at worst.

"I apologize, I should have told you sooner where he was laid to rest. If you'll forgive me, I haven't been in my right mind since." Catherine said smoothly, in an attempt to cover what had spurned Rahal's anger.

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An excellent enough excuse, and they could blame the accident on grief. "He was my student, Catherine." His voice was bitter as he played along. "And he was one of the best students I had. I would have made a battle mage out of him one day, if I had been able to break that damned addiction of his." A truth too. Brandon had been an incredibly dedicated students, and had been fairly devoted to his studies. Much better than his actual apprentice had been.

Taro slunk closer and listened in. "Tyrannius." his voice was hard. "You will report to the training room at sunset tomorrow. I believe it has been too long since we practiced together." The judgement was swift, and judging by the reactions of those around them, and Rahal's own flinch, a harsh one as well. He was better than in his youth, but he was also no longer in his prime. This was going to hurt. "You're welcome to watch Catherine." it would serve as a reminder of his power.

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Fortunately or maybe unfortunately for Rahal, Catherine had had plenty of practice coming up with believable excuses, especially when it came to getting persons like those on the Council off her back. "Yes well... if wishes were horses then beggars would ride, Rahal." She said cooly, having worked through Brandon with the addiction herself. It had been a frustrating problem, but the Council saw it as extremely employable.

"I don't think I care to watch you torture your own son, Ra." Catherine stated bluntly looking at the prince with disdain. "I don't think I would find it informative or entertaining." She added as she set her glass down on a tray as it passed by.

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Oh that was just going to make it so much worse. Taro's eyes narrowed, before he disregarded Catherine a moment. "Conjure a hair tie son. I'll tie it back for you. You know your temper tantrums do this every time." Rahal obeyed, conjuring a velvet tie and giving it to his father, holding rather still as the prince of the court finger combed his hair, gently gathering it to a loose pony tail at the nape of his neck. As he worked, he spoke to Catherine.

"I do not torture my son, no matter how he whines. He has never been hurt past what could be healed on the spot." His voice was low and steady, and the area around them was steadily becoming less and less crowded. Bel watched from across the room, servants removing the burnt tapestry behind him. "I cannot treat my son any different because of his handicap of being human." That would have made Rahal flinch, had he dared to move. "And my children have high standards. They must." Or else someone would take advantage of his children and of him. "I suggest you retire to your rooms for the evening, madame. The alcohol has loosened your tongue past acceptable levels."

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"If you think being human is a handicap, then I pity you." Catherine said bluntly. She didn't particularly care what Taro or Bel thought, "It's your inflexibility, reluctance to broaden your horizons outside certain parameters, and greed that will hurt you in the end." She said coldly, her voice flat and without expression. "I'm sure your children have very high standards, impossibly high for them to meet." Catherine continued. It was easy to see that there was no welcome to wear out, it hadn't existed in the first place.

"My tongue has never been within your so called acceptable levels, nor will it ever bend to your will. Alcohol has nothing to do with this, as I can see that I have worn out my non existent welcome... Good night your grace." She finished turning to walk out of the building.

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She had to insult him while he had his hands in Rahal's hair. The mage turned in his father's grasp and hugged him the moment Catherine turned, trying to calm the vampire prince down. "Father, please. She's upset, I'm sure she didn't mean it." He spoke quickly, working to defuse the situation as he could. "I have never minded your standards, father. Please, she's still in mourning. you know how dear Brandon was to her."

There was a snarl on Taro's face and he glanced down at his son. The other was pleading with him for the life of his friend. He paused a moment and considered things. "I will not be excusing her behavior. But her punishment will wait until an appropriate one can be decided. After all, she has the protection of the fae queen to worry about, so I cannot simply beat her. Combined with a husband on the council..." attacking her was unwise, and Rahal relaxed slightly as his father acknowledged this. It was rarely a matter of him not realizing it, so much as it was of him not acknowledging truths like these.

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Catherine had kept her mouth shut on what she knew about Brandon the larger part of the evening, with the exception of speaking with Rahal. It was ridiculous that Taro couldn't learn to yield to another's opinion, and even more so that he wanted her bent to his will. She had been the one who had offered the gesture of good will by taking the time to appear at court in person; instead of sending someone in her stead. Though it seemed likely that each successive messenger she sent was likely eaten alive in more ways than one; seeing as she never really heard much back. But then again, Taro or Ra as he called himself to the court had never been someone she got along with well; even from their first formal meeting. The vampire had always been more and more demanding with each successive encounter.

"It could be worse..." She sighed as she sat down on the edge of the bed in the suite that Bel had been so insistent that she stay in. Perhaps later she could try to sort through everything that had happened and find a way to mend things; after all if she jepordized this newest relationship Tatianna would not be pleased.

Bending over to unfasten the straps on her shoes, Catherine found herself suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of dizziness and fatigue. "Ugh..." She muttered softly as she slowly straightened up. The dizziness soon resolved itself, but the fatigue was overwhelming. "Maybe if I just.." Catherine said to herself as she leaned back onto the bed, unable to finish the thought as she fell asleep.

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Bel slipped in shortly after, having slipped out of the party after the hub bab. The man smiled and palmed a needle, silently slipping to Catherine's side and injecting her with the substance. It would keep her unconscious for just long enough. With ease, the vampire picked Catherine up and cradled her bridal style, carrying her to the basement levels, to a very special room that reeked of fear and blood and had a drain in the middle, a table off to one side covered in a variety of fun toys, though certainly not toys suitable for a child.

He smiled at his prize and carefully set her in a chair, binding her wrists with silver lined titanium cuffs, re-enforced with runes, to the arms of the chair. Carefully, he knelt and simply zip tied her ankles to the chair. "Stay there darling. I have a party to end and a husband to fetch." As if she was going anywhere. By the time she was waking, no doubt Bel would have already grabbed Taro. There was fun to be had after all.

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As she came around, Catherine found herself extremely disoriented and still quite groggy. 'The wine!' She thought to herself, realizing with abject horror that someone had put something in it. She had allowed herself a moment with her guard down, having been relatively comfortable in the fact that there wasn't much to worry about; or so she had thought. Still very disoriented, Catherine found herself unable to move her legs or arms much for that matter. "What the hell?" She asked out loud, sensing that this was very far from the ideal situation one would want to find themselves in after a party.

It was one thing to fall asleep, blackout drunk and wake up with a hangover from hell, but this was something else entirely. Bound hand and foot, Catherine could see that she wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon.

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Taro stepped in and smiled. "Excellent timing." He murmured and looked her over. "Catherine, really. You didn't think you could get away with disrespecting me forever did you?" He smiled to her, though it was not a friendly smile, or even a particularly sane one. "I don't mind you disagreeing of course, but so publically. We don't air grievances publicly Catherine." He came closer and examined her bonds. As usual, his husband did a fine job on binds. It was good to know that Bel was so talented.

The prince examined Catherine curiously, then made his way to the table to examine the toys there, trying to decide where to begin with Catherine, whether it should be a soft start or if he should simply dive headfirst into the torture. Choices, Choices. they could be so terribly difficult.

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Catherine for once had little to say, and she knew that there would be no rescue. Her heart sank at that, but at the same time, she knew that eventually, her luck would run out, just when had always been the question. "Luck runs out eventually, Taro," Catherine said halfheartedly. Her mouth felt dry like it had been stuffed full of cotton wool and her head had begun to pound from the mix of alcohol and whatever Bel had used to drug her. She knew he minded her disagreeing, and she knew that he minded her having grievances; there wouldn't have ever been another opportunity to say such as she had as everything was considered public to the pair.

"I don't think you would have heard the grievances otherwise, though." Catherine pointed out before falling silent again. She could see where this was going, and she didn't like it. While the metal the cuffs themselves were made out of didn't do much except hold her there, it was their sharp edges digging into the tender skin of her arms combined with the runes inscribed on them that truly held her captive. It meant that there would be no accessing of magic, much less breaking free from her captors.

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"I hear grievances in private, and welcome private audiences. One only has to ask. Then again, you ignore the court so thoroughly, i would be surprised if you knew that." That was the truth. She never attended, and had never asked. He smmiled to her, pleased to have her as his guest. The vampire selected his tool of choice and admired the pliers for a moment.

"You know, you have put me in a situation. I can't let you continue to behave poorly. It undermines my power. But you're the wife of a councilor, and a beloved relative of Tatianna. It means you are almost untouchable. Combined with your unbound power..." He sighed heavily and shook his head. "So I will be gentle to you. I'll even keep this private, though if I have to do so again, it won't be." He did like to talk as it was, he glided closer and took her hand in his, turning it this way and that as he examined her nails.

Nothing permanent of course, but nails would grow back, in time.

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Wincing as he pulled at her arm, the sharp metal cutting into her wrist as Taro jerked it this way and that. She was going to find out whoever leaked her personal files to this crazy court full of vampires. The rules were so fluid that it didn't seem to matter even if something was said privately, it would have been quickly dismissed. "If there's a way to renounce any association with you crazy people, I'd gladly do it." She muttered through the haze of drugs in her sister. While Tatianna's realm was one of light, it did hide a darker side behind closed doors. There while things could be said publically, there was almost the guarantee that something would happen later; however, the Queen's court was a little more subtle about it.

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"I suppose you could." He offered settling on her ring finger. He gripped the nail with the pliers and smiled. "In fact. if you do so now, I won't pull." Left unsaid was that there would be other consequences. There were always other consequences after all, and if she didn't understand that by now, perhaps she shouldn't play the game. Though of course, it would be a wonder she made it thus far if she didn't.

He didn't plan on removing all her nails. Just a few. Just enough for the point to be made. "And we're hardly crazy. Merely...blood thirsty." He smirked at his joke, rather pleased with it. It had been an excellent one as far as he was concerned.

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"That's a lie if I ever heard one." She coughed, desperate for relief from the dry, cotton stuffed feeling from her mouth and throat. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" Catherine said knowing that there was no way out of this. He could pull all he wanted, eventually her hands would heal, however it would likely take time. "And your terrible at keeping secrets." She added steeling herself for the pain she knew he was likely to inflict.

But blood thirsty seemed like the understatement of the year, especially considering what she knew about the pair's latest fledgling. It seemed likely that the pair had kept him secreted away from everyone in hopes that his magic would return, and that they wouldn't be seen as failures. However, magic was both fickle and fleeting depending on the being. Some kept it, some didn't, but what was clear was how long the pair seemed to have been plotting.

Catherine just hoped she survived with what little sanity she had intact enough to tell the Council and Tatianna about this little incident.