#nichhed

The voice of an entitled authority would ring through the halls of the divine space, for the demigod of Law sat upon her throne with an unmatched confidence, commanding her new pet to do her bidding. Neck adorned in a fashionable collar, black with little hints of gold sparkled across, she’d smirk. On the floor, a chess piece rested where her hand had thrown it with little care.

A pawn.

“Be a good boy, now. Follow my command.”

[Cerydra @ Caelus. I wanted to assert the point made, hehe]

There was an order driven with challenge. A need to have his hand close the distance, to obey, to recover. It immediately poked at the Trailblazer's ire as an initial glance of disbelief focused upon the Imperator. Witnessing the outlined cruelty, naturally forged from their own growing 'game' made him nearly scoff in pure disbelief. An order was absolute, and above all else, the need was to serve as an example. Right now--

That damn Cerydra was attempting to make an example out of him. Servants, knights and the fair council always had some form of eye or ear upon their altercations. It was simply trimmed to 'Chrysos Heir' matters, as if that roaring, burning gilded blood alienated them in ways that made them seem too divine in nature. Instead, Caelus' answer would be an initially tamed sort. Ensuring eye contact was established, that this conqueror of city states would see a contest of ironclad will.

Now just how should a story like this transpire? Should obedience be found within this outlander? To merely follow orders and reflect a doomed future for all of Amphoreus? How about rebellion? To lead to a potential battle that would enact pure hell and another calamity to be tethered together through disarray? With a single step forward, the silver haired Nameless would let a smile, damnable and pure settle upon his lips.

"Too lazy to remove your ass from the throne?"

WHAM!

Pure pressure would erupt from the very locale he stomped upon. Stone wept and the very air screamed as his foot sunk through polished marvel akin to wet mud. Splinters, cracks and the inevitable burst would shoot that pawn from the locale it was carelessly tossed upon. That head of his would not be going blow the height of that crown. Instead his declaration would be a bullet that shot towards the magnanimous throne ahead. It'd deliver a drilling strike a little ways above Cerydra's head, wisps of searing smoke rising from that not desecrated upper end of that throne.

Caelus' own use of the pawn would be both a message and a warning. This wasn't some wayward soul that would find themselves crumbling to the ~merriment~ of those very whims.

Some knights poised their blades, scholars balked and backed away, while some were giving a more attentive gaze. Various opinions were immediately being forged and none of them were purely in one spectrum either. To this, Caelus' grin hadn't faltered in the least.

"I don't feel like getting on my knees myself. So we'll have to talk on an even field, not dog to woman."

Cyrene leaned down just enough to make the point obvious, her smile carrying more playfulness than malice. “Oh dear Imperator, do you see it? Time has finally caught up. All those years when you would pat me on the head, and now look, I have to lower mine to meet your eyes.” She tilted her head, letting the silence linger just long enough to sting, like she wanted her friend to stew in it.

That catty, singsong voice called out, the Chrysos Heir of Trickery was upon his mark, with that all-knowing smirk and that gleam that hinted toward mischief. “Let’s go have some fun, shall we? I heard that there’s a city with looooads of hidden treasure, and I need a big, strong man to help me come deal with the monsters. So, are ya in?”

( Cipher to Caelus )

“ Hmmmmm…now, who could that exactly be? Surely, it isn’t March… Or Dan Heng. Definitely not Dan Heng. Would be PRETTY funny if I could ever get him to say something like that… Maybe in a dare? But he’s not the type to play those games. Man, what a shame… “

He’d mutter to himself, with a casual shrug of his shoulders. Seems like there wasn’t only one trickster, on the scene…

And upon Cipher’s arrival, that was made apparent.

“ Treasure, you say? Hmmmm…well, I do like me some treasure… A big, strong man, though? “

He replies, jokingly looking side to side, before letting out an overdramatic sigh.

Lumine creeps into the sitting room in nothing but one of her more low-cut tank tops, barely hesitating in climbing onto his lap, straddling it perfectly, edging in as close as she can as hot breath leaves her lips from the sudden decision to tease. She would soon replenish her energy. Pretending to readjust, she would allow her breasts to bounce freely in his face, feeling particularly devilish. “I was wondering what you had planned for the day,” she says, finding herself barely caring for the topic at hand—the only desire lingering was the one to slip through the cracks as she normally did when they teased one another like this. “Buuuut, as it happens, I have things to do today I almost forgot about. If you don’t mind me—” She attempts to dismount.

It started as the usual morning whenever Lumine would stay over, he’d prepare for the rest of the day by watching television, keeping his phone close just in case he would receive a mission for another one of his paranormal cases, however, this particular day will forever remain as probably his favorite morning as Lumine had decided to be a little wicked on this day. His eyes found her on his lap, studying her and taking in her rather careless and very seductive outfit, which highlights the perfect parts of her body.

What looked like it would a follow-up of what had happened between them in the forest only turned out to be nothing more than a moment of her teasing him, in which case the hunter had quickly taken hold of her wrist by the time she was ready to leave. Guiding her right back ontop his lap with a smirk on his face. “Oh, I definitely know what I wanna do t’day, ya friggin’ tease.” The words left him with love and a hint of cockiness as he would lean his face forward.

SQUINTS AT.

Ah. This cat, this cunning, and chaotically fun cat who decided to just step upon the premises with her wise words. Resist the urge Caelus, don't squish her cheeks impulsively.

"Seein' from my view how I'm peeking down at'cha instead of up, believe me when I say it's not an issue. Don't you know how much spiritually damage can be built in the knees in your years of master theivin??"