{JAMMERS! Sofos ONLY!} OOC: I really want to have this scene where Lady Nightstar actually unveils herself, and stands up. The only thing that could possibly do that, aside from seeing a traitor or a few other select individuals is if you call her by her real name, which is Selene. So.. Do you think Denomar can call her Selene, perhaps getting annoyed by the announcer speaking in her place?
{JAMMERS! Sofos ONLY!} OOC: I really want to have this scene where Lady Nightstar actually unveils herself, and stands up. The only thing that could possibly do that, aside from seeing a traitor or a few other select individuals is if you call her by her real name, which is Selene. So.. Do you think Denomar can call her Selene, perhaps getting annoyed by the announcer speaking in her place?
OOC: Okay.
IC: He responds with a gleam in his eye. "If Makuta is for us, we will hold the power. I have contact with Anakritis, and your relics among others will gain her favor." Denomar's face is towards Lady Nightstar, though on occasion he checks the third wheel attendant as if questioning her necessity of being there.
{JAMMERS! Sofos ONLY!} OOC: I really want to have this scene where Lady Nightstar actually unveils herself, and stands up. The only thing that could possibly do that, aside from seeing a traitor or a few other select individuals is if you call her by her real name, which is Selene. So.. Do you think Denomar can call her Selene, perhaps getting annoyed by the announcer speaking in her place?
OOC: Okay.
IC: He responds with a gleam in his eye. "If Makuta is for us, we will hold the power. I have contact with Anakritis, and your relics among others will gain her favor." Denomar's face is towards Lady Nightstar, though on occasion he checks the third wheel attendant as if questioning her necessity of being there.
The male attendant listens to Nightstar's words, before relaying them in a nasally, shrill voice. "Makuta Anakritis and her Splendor have a rather unfortunate history together. Why does Lord Denomar seek to ratify an alliance, to unify Makuta Anakritis and Madame Nightstar?"
IC: He responds with a gleam in his eye. "If Makuta is for us, we will hold the power. I have contact with Anakritis, and your relics among others will gain her favor." Denomar's face is towards Lady Nightstar, though on occasion he checks the third wheel attendant as if questioning her necessity of being there.
The male attendant listens to Nightstar's words, before relaying them in a nasally, shrill voice. "Makuta Anakritis and her Splendor have a rather unfortunate history together. Why does Lord Denomar seek to ratify an alliance, to unify Makuta Anakritis and Madame Nightstar?"
This time, Denomar makes eye contact with the Lady and only her. "I'm going tired of Simcoe, here. I came to speak with Selene."
In an nutshell, all of these Toa here are forced to do one favor, provided it does not go against the cardinal rule of the Toa Code (kill), in exchange for each of his slaves. There's a lot of fine print.
The male attendant listens to Nightstar's words, before relaying them in a nasally, shrill voice. "Makuta Anakritis and her Splendor have a rather unfortunate history together. Why does Lord Denomar seek to ratify an alliance, to unify Makuta Anakritis and Madame Nightstar?"
This time, Denomar makes eye contact with the Lady and only her. "I'm going tired of Simcoe, here. I came to speak with Selene."
The attendant's eyes widen, before shrinking in fear, pupils dilating. He chances a glance at Lady Nightstar, who's head is now tilted. She uncrosses her legs. "Why, I'd never!" The attendant stammered out.
Lady Nightstar stood, her cape blowing slightly. The air seemed to grow not only wetter, but colder. She pulled her veil back, the soft, black-blue fabric glistening. "You, are out. Of. Line." She finally speaks, her voice booming with authority, sending the lessers in the area to their knees. Her voice is strong, powerful, like a tempest. Like a glacier. Her sharp jawline highlighted her diamond slit shaped eyes, which were all a malefic bright blue, contrasting the dark shades of her armor. Her armor was smooth, gleaming really. It was rounded, and streamlined, an air of both elegance, practicality yet sophistication and pompousness being achieved. The silvery trims pronounced the black and blue shades. "I have the power far superior to any insignificant Makuta." She booms. Her forehead had a diamond in it, which led to long locks of ebony hair.
"Sistah, dahlin', calm down!" A southern drawl voiced, as a short, squat woman was carried over by two krekkan bruisers. She had a light and feathery Vortixx as her attendant, opposed to the steltian noble attendant of Lady Nightstar. The shorter woman's white and yellow hues, combined with the bronze provided a direct contrast to Lady Nightstar. She was short, with yellow, golden really, armor. It was spiky. Her shoulders were clusters of yellow crystals (almost like lightstones). Her head had a row of spikes, almost like a weird sort of mohawk, although made with knives and crystals, although based on how she kept running her fingers through it, it could be hair probably. She had extravagant, impractical for combat, armor, but it gave her a very pompous vibe.
"Announcing the wondrous Lady Daystar!" The Vortixx purred, bowing. The female Vortixx shifted towards the male, steltian attendant for Nightstar, as the two chatted like old friends.
In an nutshell, all of these Toa here are forced to do one favor, provided it does not go against the cardinal rule of the Toa Code (kill), in exchange for each of his slaves. There's a lot of fine print.
This time, Denomar makes eye contact with the Lady and only her. "I'm going tired of Simcoe, here. I came to speak with Selene."
The attendant's eyes widen, before shrinking in fear, pupils dilating. He chances a glance at Lady Nightstar, who's head is now tilted. She uncrosses her legs. "Why, I'd never!" The attendant stammered out.
Lady Nightstar stood, her cape blowing slightly. The air seemed to grow not only wetter, but colder. She pulled her veil back, the soft, black-blue fabric glistening. "You, are out. Of. Line." She finally speaks, her voice booming with authority, sending the lessers in the area to their knees. Her voice is strong, powerful, like a tempest. Like a glacier. Her sharp jawline highlighted her diamond slit shaped eyes, which were all a malefic bright blue, contrasting the dark shades of her armor. Her armor was smooth, gleaming really. It was rounded, and streamlined, an air of both elegance, practicality yet sophistication and pompousness being achieved. The silvery trims pronounced the black and blue shades. "I have the power far superior to any insignificant Makuta." She booms. Her forehead had a diamond in it, which led to long locks of ebony hair.
"Sistah, dahlin', calm down!" A southern drawl voiced, as a short, squat woman was carried over by two krekkan bruisers. She had a light and feathery Vortixx as her attendant, opposed to the steltian noble attendant of Lady Nightstar. The shorter woman's white and yellow hues, combined with the bronze provided a direct contrast to Lady Nightstar. She was short, with yellow, golden really, armor. It was spiky. Her shoulders were clusters of yellow crystals (almost like lightstones). Her head had a row of spikes, almost like a weird sort of mohawk, although made with knives and crystals, although based on how she kept running her fingers through it, it could be hair probably. She had extravagant, impractical for combat, armor, but it gave her a very pompous vibe.
"Announcing the wondrous Lady Daystar!" The Vortixx purred, bowing. The female Vortixx shifted towards the male, steltian attendant for Nightstar, as the two chatted like old friends.
"I only make deals with practical beings, beings who recognize that Makuta were naturally given greater power by Mata-Nui." Although his responce seems like a farewell, it almost sounds like a question. -a test.
The attendant's eyes widen, before shrinking in fear, pupils dilating. He chances a glance at Lady Nightstar, who's head is now tilted. She uncrosses her legs. "Why, I'd never!" The attendant stammered out.
Lady Nightstar stood, her cape blowing slightly. The air seemed to grow not only wetter, but colder. She pulled her veil back, the soft, black-blue fabric glistening. "You, are out. Of. Line." She finally speaks, her voice booming with authority, sending the lessers in the area to their knees. Her voice is strong, powerful, like a tempest. Like a glacier. Her sharp jawline highlighted her diamond slit shaped eyes, which were all a malefic bright blue, contrasting the dark shades of her armor. Her armor was smooth, gleaming really. It was rounded, and streamlined, an air of both elegance, practicality yet sophistication and pompousness being achieved. The silvery trims pronounced the black and blue shades. "I have the power far superior to any insignificant Makuta." She booms. Her forehead had a diamond in it, which led to long locks of ebony hair.
"Sistah, dahlin', calm down!" A southern drawl voiced, as a short, squat woman was carried over by two krekkan bruisers. She had a light and feathery Vortixx as her attendant, opposed to the steltian noble attendant of Lady Nightstar. The shorter woman's white and yellow hues, combined with the bronze provided a direct contrast to Lady Nightstar. She was short, with yellow, golden really, armor. It was spiky. Her shoulders were clusters of yellow crystals (almost like lightstones). Her head had a row of spikes, almost like a weird sort of mohawk, although made with knives and crystals, although based on how she kept running her fingers through it, it could be hair probably. She had extravagant, impractical for combat, armor, but it gave her a very pompous vibe.
"Announcing the wondrous Lady Daystar!" The Vortixx purred, bowing. The female Vortixx shifted towards the male, steltian attendant for Nightstar, as the two chatted like old friends.
"I only make deals with practical beings, beings who recognize that Makuta were naturally given greater power by Mata-Nui." Although his responce seems like a farewell, it almost sounds like a question. -a test.
Lady Daystar tilts her head. "Sugah, what's he talkin' bout? We way stronger than 'dem upstarts."
In an nutshell, all of these Toa here are forced to do one favor, provided it does not go against the cardinal rule of the Toa Code (kill), in exchange for each of his slaves. There's a lot of fine print.
"I only make deals with practical beings, beings who recognize that Makuta were naturally given greater power by Mata-Nui." Although his responce seems like a farewell, it almost sounds like a question. -a test.
Lady Daystar tilts her head. "Sugah, what's he talkin' bout? We way stronger than 'dem upstarts."
"Oh? What if I were to challenge the both of you in this very ring at dawn? My Makuta verses you and your ties. If Makuta wins, you give me all of your matoran slaves. If you win, me and my household will pledge our service to you however you see fit."
