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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 5, 2018 7:40:26 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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May the Scions grant me one small blessing, if they see fit, let the remainder of this evening be uneventful , Dieter inwardly prayed, uncertain if he could cope with much more. He’d dealt with a small horde of Heartless, his carelessly resulting in him stumbling through one of their Corridors of Darkness , which lead him to the war-ravaged ruins of Rabanastre. What had made matters worse, he’d been so fatigued and disoriented, he couldn’t right himself as he’d fell upon a slab of stone – knocking the wind out of him. Just a few moments later, he met a Dark Knight from another Realm, Ivonne Menetril, one whom had sworn a similar oath to the unconsecrated Darkness in exchange for power – the price she’d paid was no doubt far greater than his own. His brows furrowed as he’d momentarily recalled her expressions, devoid of any semblance of emotion – seldom revealing her true self hidden beneath innumerable walls that she’d erected.
Of course, the duos’ meeting had been quite memorable, from the fact he’d brutally cut down a Seeq to the fact they’d been chased throughout the ruins by a singular Chimera. However, what made it genuinely memorable was what happened right before he’d found himself back within the familiar walls of Ivalice’s Rabanastre. Before they could escape the Chimera, it’d decimated the surrounding buildings and threatened to bury the pair of Dark Knights. In a moment panic, Dieter had used a Teleport Stone to warp not only himself but Ivonne to safety. Everything that happened after that, it just seemed compound – testing the Dark Knight’s saint like patience. Then there was the matter of Nils, their Nu Mou Scholar whom doubled as a Helios Ambition’s Clerk and Caretaker. Without any form of warning, he’d roomed their newest guest with the most recent addition to their clan, Cassialyn.
Belias, help me, that woman’s temper is as volatile as your flames , He’d reminded himself with a playful smirk. He’d remembered how she’d tried to lay into him, remorseful once she’d discovered the circumstances that had led to her sanctuary being intruded upon. He could have left it at that, he could have used his role as the Right Hand within the clan but he hadn’t. No, he’d opted to repay her for the inconvenience by inviting her out later that evening for dinner. Truthfully, he knew that he shouldn’t have made that offer, knowing full well that most of his funds were tied up between Ivonne’s and Cassialyn’s board and rations, and the Orphan’s caretaking. He’d had to dip into his normally untouched savings in order to make the ends meet. It’d also involved some discreet trade a handful of artifacts that he’d salvaged from ruins.
It is almost time isn’t it? , The Dark Knight realized when he’d glanced out the window and noticed the sun setting on the horizon. A soft sigh slipped from between his lips as he’d raised himself from in front the miniscule vanity. He’d spent the past fifteen minutes hastily braiding his lengthy blonde tresses, binding them up into a bun, securing it place with a sheer turquoise cloth. He’d left the front portion alone, his blonde bangs transition into two microbraids that framed his face. Instead of his conservative robes, Dieter had elected to wear one that stopped just short of his knee caps. It was accented with a turquoise shawl and a simple embroidered section in the front. He’d slid on his calf-length sandals, adjusting the last two straps before he’d made his way down to the Clan Hall’s entrance, patiently awaiting for Cassialyn to arrive.
Hopefully, this is enough for me to escape her ire… , especially if their training progressed to all out spars. She might not have been able to muster a mighty blow, but her grace and speed made him wary of letting her slip past her guard – one day she’d prove to be a threat to even him.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Feb 5, 2018 11:06:00 GMT -5
 L The young dancer was still frustrated with the sudden change in her living arrangements. She had no idea the whole situation with the rooming and everything. Now it all made a lot more sense after she asked around for all the details. It seemed she needed to get her butt in gear and help out on some clan missions. She wasn't going to live rent free and not work for her place. If she'd known sooner, she probably wouldn't have accepted the room until she could have afforded it herself. She was not some charity case. It was sweet of Dieter to have been cutting his own pay to handle the room for them and house her. It made her blush a bit thinking about it. What was with this guy? He cared way too much and she wasn't sure what to think. Now he was asking her to dinner as an apology. Was this like a date? Or was it just supposed to apologize for the whole situation? She wasn't sure. If it wasn't a date, she wanted to go dressed as she was. Nothing special. But if it was a date, she felt that maybe she should wear the only other outfit she had. She had made sure to pack one of her dresses for occasions or if she needed to dress up to get in somewhere that she couldn't normally. Honestly, she thought about wearing it a lot normally. But, she was always leery about standing out. Worried that Drake would find her easier. Though, that wasn't even a fear anymore. Dieter had scared him off. Probably for good. Cass was back and forth about wearing the dress. She moved and she moved to change outfits, pulling two strands back and tying them with a ribbon. She didn't put on all the pieces. She didn't want to overkill anyone. She just wore the dress with the arm band, her leather shoes on underneath. Not that they could be seen. She situated the waist pieces and clasped a few of the pieces together. It was a very comfortable dress at the very least. She loved to dance in it. Dieter was safe from her wrath for the moment. Right now she was feeling a little flustered at the dinner request. It had really caught her off guard as she headed down. Her knife on her hip as she made sure she had some gil and such. She would at least attempt to pay since she still had some of her money saved from when she ran away. She wanted to have emergency money in case something happened. She did like to be prepared. The young woman was getting better at navigating the halls and found the entryway. She moved down the steps with her normal speed. "Well, I'm glad I had another dress. I'd of felt super under-dressed since you changed." She commented as she stopped herself in front of him and smiled. She was going to have a bone to pick with him later about his paying for her room and everything. But, she would give him the false sense of security to start. Then she'd give the lecture she was dying to give him. All these stupid early morning lessons and paying for things. He had another thing coming.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 9, 2018 9:08:11 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Dieter’s smoky verdant eyes visibly widened in surprise as they’d settled upon Cassialyn’s silhouette as she’d descended the flight of stairs. Such beauty, it is no surprise that Drake pursued her so fervently… he’d be a fool not too. Dieter grudgingly admitted to himself, albeit, he wasn’t condoning the man’s twisted behavior. No, if anything, Dieter was truly appreciating Cassialyn’s beauty for the first time – not simply viewing her as a clansman nor as his student. His lips curved upwards, shaping themselves into a kind-hearted smile as he’d stealthily swallowed the lump that had formed in the middle of his throat.
“I wouldn’t fret, Cassialyn, I doubt they’d notice me if I had my blade to their throat”
He retorted playfully, gesturing to her well-put together ensemble. Those poor souls that were enraptured by her beauty, they’d likely assumed she was a placid “songbird” – never realizing that her fiery temper made her akin to a harpy. He’d suppressed the urge to chuckle at that thought, his grin widening a fraction an inch further. May the Scions grant me mercy, if she ever learns of that , Dieter prayed inwardly, entirely certainly he’d rue teaching her how to effectively use a blade on that day. Truthfully, he’d acknowledged the progress she’d made, their time spent together training had bore tangible results.
“ I believe, they’d be too busy gawking at you.. You look beautiful.”
Dieter made it a point to tact on, fairly certain his words would get a rouse out of the feisty dancer. He’d never voice it aloud but he was grateful for the fact she’d regained her composure following her unwelcomed, early morning surprise. His eyes drifted from her to the Nu Mou that manned their Clan’s receptionist desk, his eyes narrowed marginally. Don’t think you’ve gotten off Nils... Maybe Ysera will let me borrow Sylph. No, he doubted that Ysera would willingly employ one of her Espers for such trivial matters – if anything she’d probably chastise him for being so childlike.
Dieter’s right hand drifted up to one of the two pleat braids that framed his face, his spindly index finger preoccupied himself with twirling the lone strand, However, he’d tucked it behind his ear as he’d returned his attention to Cassialyn.
“ So shall we go?”
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Feb 9, 2018 15:32:36 GMT -5
I t had been quite a while since she'd worn anything but her normal day to day outfit. She was all about trying to blend into the surroundings to avoid and hide out. She almost wondered if she should dress up more often. But she also did not want to stand out like a sore thumb. She had completely missed the man's eyes widen as she'd come down the steps. She was too busy trying to make sure she didn't fall down them flat on her face. Her beauty and status were the two big reasons that Drake had wanted to marry her. Her father agreeing because of Drake's station and influence. It was safer for her that way. She never agreed to the arrangement and had no intention of marrying anyone that she didn't actually love. So, she had taken what she felt she needed and could fit in her small bag and disappeared. It was that simply. She would trade everything for her freedom. Even if that meant leaving her family behind. Her eyes met his when he commented something about a blade to someone's throat. She had missed the undertone of the statement and felt herself panic a bit internally. They weren't going on a mission, right? This was for actual food. Not to stalk someone down in town or something? Cass felt herself make a bit of a face at his statement. It took her a few moment before she understood what he'd actually meant. It was just weird hearing a joke like that from him. "Oh. Thanks. I got it. I was worried for a second there that we were doing some sort of mission and I was going to need to go back upstairs and change...But thanks. You really look handsome too, Dieter." She sighed a tad in relief before smiling sweetly back. His statement making her cheeks flush a bit as she averted her eyes from him, playing with the skirt of her dress a bit. His words had certainly gotten the intended reaction. It meant a lot coming from him as he didn't seem to compliment something unless he truly meant it. It meant a lot as she tried to stifle the blush. Though, his eyes moved to the man at the front. She was not happy with him. But, at least she knew who he was now. "He's so short, I never knew that someone actually sat there...." She explained quietly to Dieter before he tucked his braid behind his ear. Though, she let the attention shift to their date. She was really looking forward to it. Just the two of them. Maybe it was a date. Because if it was more of an apology, it would have probably been for both she and her newest roommate. "Sure, that sounds fine. Where were you thinking?" She asked as she gracefully moved her hands behind her back, clasping them together as she walked with him. She really did not know where much of anything was in this town. All she knew was that she was ecstatic about the two going out to dinner together. She was more than glad that she'd chosen the outfit she had. Though, at some point, she would need to lecture him for not telling her that he was paying for her room out of his own pay. She hadn't know the rules or she'd of immediately started to pick up clan missions to help. It wasn't like she really could have afforded it. "So, where are we going?" She asked inquisitively as she glanced to make eye contact again. He wasn't all that scary at all. So why did she keep getting weird feelings at times about him? Like when they'd first met and in the sewers with the kids. It had to just be how intense he got in the midst of battle. It was the only logical explanation.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 11, 2018 22:20:00 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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A muted chuckle slipped from between Dieter’s lips as he’d witnessed Cassialyn’s initial response. In that instance, he caught a momentary glimpse of her disappointment, its’ presence didn’t last long as she’d processed his peculiar compliment – one that he’d meant wholeheartedly. Fortunately, the Scions had blessed his fellow clansmen with far more than just beauty. No, they’d blessed this particular Desert rose with thorns to protect herself – a razor-sharp wit, an uninhabited tongue, and most importantly her fiery temperament that reminded him of a rampaging Behemoth. Without a shadow of a doubt, many of those same qualities would have earned her the ire of noble suitors. What a shame , The Dark Knight mused to himself, genuinely pitying such narrowed-minded individuals because they’d never understand her true worth – not that he was an expert on such matters himself.
“No, I promised you an evening out, besides I’d prefer not to be a sell sword; such days are behind me.”
Dieter replied brusquely, his tone momentarily dejected towards the end. However, his lips curved upwards, shaping themselves into an inviting grin – he’d refused to allow an awkward silence to ruin the mood. His verdant eyes remained raptly focused upon Cassialyn’s face as she’d smiled sweetly back, noting how her cheeks flushed and how she’d glanced away. Fortunately, he’d staved off such a reaction until Cassialyn’s attention shifted towards Nils, a Nu Mou that served as the bane of both their existences – ironically over the same matter, Ivonne. Dieter’s spare hand shot upwards towards his mouth as he’d attempted to muffle the sound of his own laughter, surprised by Cassialyn’s quip regarding Nils’ stature. Truthfully, he couldn’t bother to refute it either, if Nils wasn’t perched atop his chair, frequently he barely cleared the counter.
“I never thought about it, till you mentioned it… your right… I think some of the Orphans are taller than him.”
When he’d interjected that they should depart, Cassialyn seemed excited at the prospect, eagerly inquiring where they’d be going. Truthfully, he’d thought about that throughout the day as he’d shown Ivonne around. He’d elected with a small café-style pub that had a veranda. He’d overheard a few rumors about their food, most people claimed that it was exotic – citing that its’ Head Chef came from Bhujerba. He’d only smiled knowingly and brought a singular finger to his lips, gesturing to Cassialyn that it was a secret. When she pressed the second time, he’d offered his arm to Cassialyn.
“Take my arm and we’ll depart Mi’Lady, can’t spoil the surprise.”
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Message Cassialyn Frewin
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Feb 14, 2018 22:00:35 GMT -5
T he dancer smiled at Dieter when he chuckled like he had. It was honestly really cute how his face moved when he laughed. Why was she even noticing that? Was that weird? Yeah, it was totally weird to be thinking about that and noticing it. Though, her current blush was blending into her initial one. So, no one should have been able to even notice the change. Dieter really was unlike anyone that she had ever met. With her parents help, she really had met a lot. It was part of being a noble. Attending parties and socializing allowed her to realize how much she disliked her life. The dancer much preferred reading and disappearing off on her own. The perk should have been travelling. However, she was never allowed to leave. She was like a bird locked in a cage to keep safe from the world. Meanwhile, the snake was already inside ready to strike. It was much better to be free to experience her life herself. Her thorns are what helped her get through it all. Now she felt like they got in the way. People didn't really appreciate her callous nature. "Okay. That's such a relief...." Cass laughed a bit as she said it. It was funny how much she enjoyed talking to the man. He was mysterious and she really couldn't figure him out. One minute he had that look like the world was going to end. Not think twice as he cuts someone's limb right off their body. A look so serious that she felt like he was going to bore right into her soul. Then other moments he would laugh and smile, tutor needy orphans and rescue a girl from being kidnapped. She had no idea what to make of the man. The young dancer had moved her attention over to Nils who continued to ignore the fact that they were talking about him right there. A giggle slipped past her lips as she brought up a hand to try and muffle the sound before the Nu Mou heard them. It was bad enough that they were talking about him. Worse that they were now laughing at his expense. However, it was very amusing. More-so what Dieter had said. He was not wrong in his assessment. "I think the young white mage is the only exception." She added as she worked to calm the small fit of giggles that had erupted. This was going to be an enjoyable evening. Once she managed to quell the giggles, Dieter spoke up. Amber eyes lifted to meet his as she noted that he's raised his fingers to his lips to reply to her questions on their destination. It seemed that she was not allowed to know that information. Normally it would have been upsetting to her. However, a surprise would be nice for a change. She felt like she could let her guard down around him. She didn't have to feel like someone was going to appear out of the woodwork to kidnap her. The Dark Knight had scared off her former fiance and the last clan he had hired wouldn't come an inch closer in his direction. Cassialyn was finally safe. A smile grew on her face, as well as the soft redness to her cheeks, as she accepted his arm. She reached her arm through his own and let it rest on his forearm before nodding and allowing him to lead. Cassialyn was rather excited, unaware which of the places they were eating. She honestly wouldn't mind any of them. Just getting out of that room was a godsend. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 22, 2018 5:24:07 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Neither of the duo had lived an atypical life, each of them destined for their own trails and tribulation – Fates’ convoluted ploy that brought them together. The Dark Knight wasn’t ignorant to the plight and stigma that Cassialyn had endured as a part of the Noble Family. No, he’d witnessed firsthand the unspoken horrors of their lifestyles, those same horrors that they’d concealed with phony smiles and pretenses. His wholehearted opinion on that matter was biased, it was a pox to be born as a female. Why one might ask? It was because their life was almost entirely dictated by one, one whom claimed it was always in their best interest – they were nothing more than a marionette or puppet. How was that any different from himself? In a manner of speaking, it wasn’t. The instance Dieter had sworn his oath, he’d forfeited his life for the sake of another.
The stark difference though, Dieter had done so of his own volition. Now you can know freedom, little Desert Rose , Dieter internalized as Cassialyn voiced her immediate relief, laughing a bit as she did so. It didn’t escape his notice that Cassialyn kept glancing over in Nils’ direction as they’d made jokes at the Nu Mou’s expense. Cassialyn’s bell-like laughter prompting Dieter to smirk in response, genuinely amused by her merriment. At one point, Cassialyn mentioned that the only person shorter than Nils was one of the orphans, Sofia, the apprentice White Mage. One day, she’d likely grown into a fine woman, however such a day wasn’t on the near horizon – a fact that Dieter was grateful for.
“Sofia, she is almost like a porcelain doll.”
He’d admitted aloud before Cassialyn wove her arm through his own, her hand resting on the lower portion of his forearm. He’d offered he a light-hearted smile before he’d daringly reached up and placed his hand on top of hers. Shortly after, Dieter gave a curt wave goodbye to Nils as he’d made his way towards the door, pushing it open with his unoccupied arm. He’d held it open for Cassailyn, waiting until she half-passed through the door before he’d followed her wake – never once letting their limbs become unjointed. By the time they’d departed the Helios’ Ambition Clan Hall, the Rabanastre Sun had already set upon the horizon, twilight quickly encroaching upon them.
Rabanastre’ streets were devoid of their normal ruckus, far quieter in the evening due to the lack of Merchants attempting to peddle their wares. Dieter carefully lead Cassialyn towards the outer western district of Rabanastre, stopping infront of a small restaurant, it had a quaint little entrance. Immediately on the inside, one could see a flight of stairs that lead upwards to a balcony that hung slightly over a portion of the wall – providing a beautiful few of the shifting sands. He’d smiled as he’d lead her up the stairs, when they reached the top, a young woman would lead them to their table. It was positioned a few away from the edge, which was good because if a sudden breeze swept by they wouldn’t be tangled in the insect netting.
Dieter paused to pull out Cassialyn’s chair for her, finally extracting his arm from hers as he’d offered her seat.
“After you Mi’Lady.”
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Feb 27, 2018 12:07:24 GMT -5
* "Sophia. She never introduced herself, just volunteered her thoughts and opinions. She's adorable." Cass giggled a bit as they spoke and talked. Honestly, of all the kids, Sophia was probably her absolute favorite. The comment about her being 'prettier than Dieter' had amused the hell out of Cass. Plus, she seemed to have some potential with being a healer. Honestly, that's what the kids needed. Someone to actually be able to heal. Cass usually had potions, but that wasn't really enough to help too much. An experienced white mage would be far more beneficial. The two began to walk through the city. It was like a whole different life in the evening. It was actually much prettier in the night than it was the day with the lighting. She kept hold of Dieter's arm, enjoying the walk with her. It was beautiful. They walked a while until they reached this little cafe. It was quaint and she did like how cute it looked. It really wasn't what she was expecting. It was much nicer. She figured they would be going to a less intimate location. But, she wouldn't say no. She would certainly still offer to pay for her half of the night. She still felt quite guilty about his paying for everything. She had just found out that she was paying for her room on top of buying her shoes the other day. Plus, he'd also rescued her from being kidnapped. She owed him a lot. They followed the stairs up and were seated. It made Cass smile when he let go of her arm and pulled out her chair. "Well thank you, kind sir." She teased a bit as she moved to take the seat and let him situate her before he moved to sit across from her. The woman's amber eyes moved to lookout the small balcony. It was beautiful. "How did you find this place? It's really beautiful...." She asked before she let her eyes wander back to Dieter. Was this supposed to be a date? Or was this just an apology dinner? Should she inquire more about her newest roommate? She figured the simple conversation would do for now.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 4, 2018 16:41:14 GMT -5
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Sofia and Mila, they were two of Dieter’s favorite Low Town Orphans, in spite of their personalities being polar opposites. While Sofia was an extrovert, excitable and seemed to live her life without a singular care, Mila was an introvert, prone to isolating herself and overly hard on herself. While it pained him to see Mila suffer the way she did, he knew that in the end it would pay off dividends. Why one might ask? It was because she acted as the leader of the rag-tag group of wannabe Mark Hunters, one day one wrong call on her part could cost her dearly – far better she learns that lesson now in a controlled environment.
Alas, such thoughts were superfluous, brushed aside as quickly as they’d populated the Dark Knight’s mind. His verdant eyes drifted across his surroundings, a koi smile playing at his lips. Rabanaste was beautiful, a thought that saddened him, recalling how Ivonne’s Rabanastre had been reduced to ruins – would such a fate on day befall his beloved Rabanastre? Fortunately, Cassialyn’s playful teasing distracted him from such morbid thoughts, providing him with a much-needed avenue. Dieter took an extra moment or two to adjust Cassialyn’s seat once she’d sat down.
“You are quite welcome Mi’Lady”
He’d retorted playfully, his mirthful grin widening a fraction of an inch. Cassialyn’s inquiry was met with a casual shrug of his shoulders, Dieter had stumbled upon it long ago, he wasn’t entire certain when, but his tour with Ivonne had helped in that matter – a fact he’d take to his grave.
“I can’t recall, I think I saw it when I was tending to the Orphans.”
He’d replied honestly, not quite lying but not bothering to tell the whole truth. By this time, one of the staff had already come to their tables, placing a leather-bound menu down in front of both of them. Once that was done, they’d quickly set down cloth-wrapped silverware, a water goblet and a carafe to fill them with. Fortunately, despite the breathtaking view, their food was surprisingly cheap – a luxury the business could afford due to their high foot traffic and menu choices.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Mar 5, 2018 16:24:56 GMT -5
C ass giggled a bit in amusement for his 'mi'lady' reply. She hadn't been called that since before she ran away. It was pretty common but now it just was funny to hear. She was far from the typical lady that her father had attempted to groom her to be. Cass let him situate her chair before he moved to sit down across from her. Cass brushed her dress out a bit as she got comfortable in the seat. Her amber eyes drifting out the window that overlooked the dunes. It was really beautiful. It was nice to see a nature beauty once in a while. She hadn't had a lot of time to really sit in one place to admire the scenery, or smell the proverbial roses. The young dancer's eyes moved to meet Dieter's when he spoke in reply that he couldn't recall how he'd come across it. It made her smile a bit. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." She nodded and accepted his answer. It wasn't really a response that drew suspicion like her question about the orphans. The way he had answered that question had drawn real suspicion because of the avoidance. This was straight forward and he seemed genuinely sincere in not knowing. The wait staff appeared and set the table before leaving water on the table. She shifted to pour them both some water before she collected the menu to look it over. It was honestly a nice variety for the area. It genuinely surprised her. She wasn't really sure what tasted really good here as she glanced up at Dieter. "Have you had anything here before? The rabbit stew sounds good... but I have to admit I haven't had a lot of these before." She explained. The area she lived in had a different clientele. They had finer tastes. After leaving, she lived off a good bit of bread and whatever the special was or whatever the clan had caught that day. This included the meal they'd had with the orphans. It was much safer to not ask what they were eating. She usually didn't want to know the honest answer. Her eyes watched Dieter as he sat across from her, the young dancer collecting her water to take a sip as they sat to enjoy each other's company.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on May 19, 2018 6:31:00 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Cassialyn’s bemused giggle was met in turn by Dieter’s playful smirk, pleased that he’d managed to elicit such a reaction from the free-spirited Dancer. Frankly, Cassialyn differed immensely from the nobles that had reigned during Belias’ tenure. Without a doubt, she shared some of their irksome quirks and their detestable haughty demeanor. But there were also stark differences, Cassialyn possessed unfathomable depth, an unhindered wilderness that made her as unpredictable as the flames he’d claimed to have mastered. Inwardly, Dieter breathed a sigh of relief as Cassialyn accepted his explanation. No doubt, if the Dancer ever discovered that he’d stumbled upon the place while giving Cera a tour earlier that evening.
Somehow, he doubted even Belias’ wraith held a candle to Cassialyn’s if scorned. Once both glasses had been filled with water, Dieter waited a few seconds before he’d picked up his glass. He’d casually sipped at it, savoring the frigid cold as it’d trickled down the back of his throat – a welcomed reprieve in the mid-evening heat. Cassialyn’s inquiry was met with a curt shake of his head, Dieter hadn’t dined at this establishment before. His eyes drifted over the offered menu, making mental notes of the dishes that sounded familiar – he’d likely tried them at some point during his travels.
“Careful, I’m not sure if Syel would agree.”
He said with a chuckle, uncertain if the point of the joke would get across – Viera were essentially rabbit-kin. He’d aptly turned his attention back to the menu, his gaze drifting back and forth on the menu before he’d found something the piqued his interest, a Cockatrice Steak . It sounded simple enough, but the establishment boasted that it was seasoned with herbs from all across Dalmasca.
“I’ve had a few similar dishes during my travels around Ivalice, despite cultural differences, food is somewhat of a constant… all the changes if how its’ prepared… I think the Cockatrice Steak sounds appetizing though.”
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on May 21, 2018 8:17:26 GMT -5
C assialyn was very different from her parents and the suitors that they'd tried to arrange her with. They were stuck up and uncaring of the world as it was and unwilling to change it. The girl used to be very reliant of her family to provide for her and she had been rather spoiled in the beginning of her life. But, as she grew, she became very independent and opinionated. This wasn't usually smiled upon by people of her status. The women were meant to fit in certain roles and she wouldn't let herself be molded like everyone else she knew had been. She wanted to go off and see the world, get a full education, and marry for love. She couldn't do that in the confines of her old life, so she'd left. But, she'd kept some of her past and it did shine through on occasion as much as she would fiercely deny it. As for finding out the true way he'd stumbled across this quaint little place, he was right. She would not be pleased that he'd found it while giving Ivy a tour of the city. That girl had really ruffled her feathers and she wasn't quick to forgive when she felt slighted by another. The girl had been rude and unresponsive and Cass did not like that. Not in the slightest bit. She really couldn't wait to get that girl up and out. That would be a huge blessing and then things could go back to normal. She'd begun to like this routine she'd started to settle into. It was nice to have a home again. As they began to discuss what to get for dinner, Dieter countered with a response he thought was pretty funny. She felt a little uncomfortable now with his joke. She got the basic jist of it, but she wasn't sure how serious he was being about it. Syel WAS a rabbit in essence. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to get it just to be safe. Even if it did sound like a pretty good and savory meal. He mentioned the cockatrice steak and she glanced it over with a nod. She'd had similar before at home, but she doubted it would taste as good. "Maybe... I was even thinking the pork. But I'm not sure how that sauce will taste with it. It usually tastes a little game-y in this area and I'm unsure if the sweet sauce will compliment it all that well." This was probably why she focused on the bread based food and the stews. It was usually pretty much the same no matter where you went. You couldn't really mess it up. But, maybe she should try it. "Yeah... I guess I'll give that a try." The dancer nodded before smiling at her dinner date. This was nice and she felt really good wearing something more fashionable than what she had been wearing. Though, it'd probably be safer to keep this dress for special occasions like this. She didn't want to draw this much attention to herself on a daily basis.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jun 14, 2018 0:50:43 GMT -5
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Wolfram suppressed a disheartened sigh, taking a moment to chastise himself in silence for his crude, brazen attempt at humor. None the less, Cassialyn hadn’t vocalized her discomfort, albeit, the tell-tale signs in her body language failed to escape his attentive gaze. Speaking of his gaze, Dieter’s seldom drifted away from the ravishing beauty, Cassialyn, apart from episodic subconscious glances about towards the lone entry way – the stair case they’d ascended. Perhaps, he was paranoid, momentarily regretting revealing his true self to the thick-skulled ex-fiancée of his clanmate. Although, who would indulge in the man’s exclamations, Drake had been faced with certain death – many would dismiss it as an over active imagination.
Dieter dismissed such thoughts haphazardly when Cassialyn’s voice reverberated across the table. His lackluster jade eyes fluttered open and shut twice in rapid succession, a slight delay evident as he’d processed his date’s concern. His left hand absent-mindedly drifted upwards, his index finger drumming idly against his lower lip as he’d formulated his response – desperate to further unnerve his date. With a sense of finality, Dieter’s right hand closed the restaurant’s extensive menu. With that out of the way, he’d calculatingly reached for his glass of water, letting his gaze meet Cassialyn’s.
“By all means.”
Dieter said as he’d gestured towards one of the wait-staff, they’d returned his gesture in kind, silently asking for a few more minutes as they’d hurriedly seated new-arrivals and got a few other orders.
“How are you adjusting? I know we’ve thrust a lot onto you with the offer to join our ranks, the unexpected roommate.”
When he mentioned the later, one could sense the slight souring of his mood. Certainly, he’d acknowledged that his fellow Dark Knight was a formidable combatant. Although, her dagger-like tongue left much to be desired, not to mention, she constantly found a way to pluck at everyone’s nerves.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jun 26, 2018 13:56:44 GMT -5
* Cass wasn't offended by the joke, she'd almost taken it seriously. the Viera had been so quiet and Cassialyn really wasn't sure how to act around her. Would she be offended by eating rabbit? It wasn't something she'd like to chance. Sometimes Dieter could be super serious and she'd know. But, when he joked like that she wasn't sure if he was being serious and found it funny or he was just teasing her. He'd been almost nothing but serious and strict on her, it was hard to tell the difference. Though, she knew he had the best intentions at heart. She felt a bit unsure with his glances toward the staircase, like someone might see them together. Did he really not want to be here with her? Was this actually a date and he didn't want the rest of the clan to know? She wasn't really sure. He spoke up in reply to her mention of maybe trying the stew instead before nodding. At least that was finished and over. There was nothing left to stress about. The meal was picked as he gestured to the wait staff. She'd order when they arrived to take it. She was really thinking the rabbit. But, with the joke, the stew sounded safe. She was watching her water glass for a moment until she heard his question. She let her bright eyes shift up to meet his. "I'm liking it, to be honest. But, not so much the roommate. Probably best not to get me started on it. I'd rather not sour the mood." She smiled as she sat there with him. "So, how are the kids in Lowtown doing? I haven't been able to visit." |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 13, 2018 3:58:20 GMT -5
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Without question, Dieter’s prescribed training regimen for Cassiyln was harsh – an uncommonly heavy-handed approach for someone who had minimal formal instruction. Truthfully, the woman’s enigmatic nature perplexed the Archdaemon greatly. Dieter had witnessed Cassilyn’s selflessness when she’d thrown herself in harm’s way to defend an orphan, her uninhibited tenacity to fight off her captors, however, the duality existed in the fact she’d hesitated to strike down an already crippled foe – fully knowing it wouldn’t have bothered to extend such a courtesy to her. Did she not value her life? Had her captor reduced the proud tigress to little more than a feeble kitten? No, Dieter doubted that, despite her reluctance, Cassialyn’s instincts were honed – she’d learned a few tricks of the trade during her frequent travels.
“I am glad to hear…… I understand wholeheartedly.”
Dieter replied soft, his tone suggesting that he was pleased with Cassilyn’s admission, however, it lapsed into thinly veiled frustration. Ivonne’s abrasive nature and calloused disregard for her own well-being was nerve-racking. Still, Dieter acknowledged Cassilyn’s wishes to disregard further pursuing the latter topic, respectfully nodding his head in agreement.
“The Orphans are still doing well, they are working with some of the discharged soldiers to do some hunts….”
Dieter admitted, his voice trailed off as he’d began to mentally formulate every possible way that something could go horrible wrong. Certainly, it’d gone awry when they’d encountered the Giga Toad and a few of the Wraiths. However, most of the disgraced veterans had been employed into the Kingdom’s militia, each one more than capable of dealing with those foes – or that was the lie he kept telling himself.
“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t desire to. However, I would like to learn a bit more about you, Cassialyn.”
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naking across the table to gently lay itself over hers. He gave a singular soft squeeze before he gave her a soft smile.
“If you wish, you are more than welcome to ask questions about either the Clan, Rabanastre, the surrounding kingdoms or even myself.”
Dieter tacked on as he’d awaited her response, he wouldn’t press the matter if she didn’t wish to speak about herself.
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