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[valeas]

( Last Emilia di Carlo was seen, she rode a thestral into the dark of night, with flowers burning in her hair and fury blazing in her eyes. Tonight, she looks somber and composed, her resolve no less steely for it. She sits at her desk, hair half braided into a coronet and the other half down in loose waves.

She's dressed practically, unlike when they're conforming to the city's fashions. )

I've gathered some donations from the nobility.

( Influence with the gentry (and their connections) helps, as does rich guilt. Emilia still takes great issue with everyone else being left to fend for themselves during the siege, but she decided to channel that anger into something productive. People need resources, not the consequences of her temper.

She'll need remember to do so on behalf of Vannozza. The siege doesn't, unfortunately, put an end to why they're here. )

I invite anyone that would like to help with its distribution to join me. Furthermore —

( Her brow furrows at the sudden commotion outside. The desk is close enough to the balcony that anyone who's decided to listen in is privy, as well. Much like the chimney debacle, really, except these are no protesters. No, these are two gentlemen suitors. And they bring ... poetry?

It would seem harrowing experiences turn already insensible men into impulsive brutes. Impulsivity further prompted by the fact Emilia, catch of the season, has yet to accept any offer. She's betrothed to someone else, in truth. Though at the moment, she'd like to eschew the presence of any and all men.

Forever.

The clearing of a throat: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day — "
"Look around, you complete and utter toadstool. It is far from summer, and you cannot propose when I intend to do so."
"The lady will not marry you. I am the one she favors — "
"No, I shall be her heart's truest desire in the end."
"Dear man, you know little of desire, if all rumors prove true."
"You besmirch my character! There is only one way to solve this — "
"Yes. Y e s - !"
"We duel at dawn!"

Emilia closes her eyes.

Draws in a deep breath. Prays to the goddess of strength and reasoning: may she keep a moon daughter from committing any violence this evening. )

You'll excuse me.

( Before she ends the transmission, a third unaffiliated voice can be heard, wailing in the distance, "I'm so alone." )



( ooc: this post is for their network only, but the commotion outside is, of course, free game for anyone to catch wind of.
this post is open all month. there's no such thing as too late.)

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[inferus]

( Wrath does not like seeing his betrothed-to-be serenaded and fought over as if she is an object to be won. A well of possessiveness slides up in him though he certainly is aware Emilia has not chosen a relationship with him either (and she will always have that freedom of choice). He is respectful of said current choice, which means not yelling over her feelings in a courtyard. What even are mortals. He is on his way to view this in person, but first: )

We should allow them their duel.

Is it to the death? ( Because if that is how they choose to go out without taking into consideration Emilia's feelings or thoughts at all then they deserve the fate they have chosen. )

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[downswing]

( Perhaps consider announcing your betrothal. )


Cast water upon them.



( After all, if they act as if they are cats in heat... )

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[lancifolium]

[ After being far too tipsy to have her friend's back the last time random men bothered Emilia while she was trying to have some peace in the privacy of her room Lily took almost no time getting to her door that night. After her friend cut her message to the group short due to being shouted at, not checking in on Emilia felt wrong, and Lily was quick to get out of bed and dressed before sneaking down the hallway.

She knocked a few times before cracking the door open, tentatively peeking inside. Lily didn't want to be invasive - but if something was wrong and Emilia needed help because one of those shouty blokes was trying to scale the side of the palace, (blokes, by and large, were messy enough that she wouldn't put it past them) - she didn't want to get to her friend too late. ]

Emilia are you alright?

[ Peering in Lily kept one hand on the knob of her friend's door, and the other on her wand in her pocket, ready to draw should she have to. Her experience during the Beastmaster's visit had left her looking a little paler than usual, but if she felt weaker for it, it didn't show. ]

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[in_theworks]

[and now, as promised and in the worst British Accent he can muster, a reading from the book of Two Princes by Spin Doctors:]

Marry him, marry me
I'm the one that loves you baby can't you see?
Ain't got no future or family tree
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be
I know what a prince and lover ought be~!

[he's not really interested in Emilia's hand -- he's interested in heckling the idiots that are. considering they immediately turn on him, yelling at him to get his own balcony, it seems to be working, too. he, uh. he might need to climb up to your balcony before too long, Emilia, if they start getting violent. he's not really the dueling type]

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[soloritur]

[ He doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but wow. The secondhand embarrassment is strong for those guys. He nearly asks if she has to deal with men fighting to the death over her all the time, but he's still in the polite phase of this relationship. ]

...You said something about donations?

[ Does he need to come up with a code for her? Blink twice if you need help?? ]