https://thefirstage.org/forums/ Fri, 17 Apr 2026 19:27:05 +0000 MyBB https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1965.html Wed, 11 Feb 2026 01:29:41 +0000 Ezvin Marveet]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1965.html
Not the sharp, restless kind of good that came from chasing something new, but the smooth, settled confidence of a man exactly where he wanted to be. His coat was warm, scarf loose, hair behaving for once. He checked his reflection briefly in the dark glass of a ticket booth and allowed himself a small, approving nod. Nights like this suited him.

The carnival sprawled away from the embankment like a fever dream. Strings of lights zigzagged overhead. The tents leaned into one another as if sharing secrets. A tarot reader smoked beneath a velvet awning, cards laid out like an accusation.

Further down, a sign promised TRUE GHOSTS, REAL VOICES, and Ezvin made a mental note to check about that later. Across the way, a row of game stalls glowed with impossible optimism, stuffed animals hanging in neat rows like colorful trophies waiting to be claimed.

He slipped his wallet from his pocket, checked the time, and smiled.

He leaned back against the railing and watched people pass: lovers wrapped together, strangers brushing hands, performers in half-costumes laughing too loudly. Ezvin’s thoughts flicked, briefly, to how Cadence had looked earlier that day, all curious and bright, just on the edge of something new. He liked that edge. He liked being there when people stepped over it. He also liked that she’d said yes so easily.]]>
Not the sharp, restless kind of good that came from chasing something new, but the smooth, settled confidence of a man exactly where he wanted to be. His coat was warm, scarf loose, hair behaving for once. He checked his reflection briefly in the dark glass of a ticket booth and allowed himself a small, approving nod. Nights like this suited him.

The carnival sprawled away from the embankment like a fever dream. Strings of lights zigzagged overhead. The tents leaned into one another as if sharing secrets. A tarot reader smoked beneath a velvet awning, cards laid out like an accusation.

Further down, a sign promised TRUE GHOSTS, REAL VOICES, and Ezvin made a mental note to check about that later. Across the way, a row of game stalls glowed with impossible optimism, stuffed animals hanging in neat rows like colorful trophies waiting to be claimed.

He slipped his wallet from his pocket, checked the time, and smiled.

He leaned back against the railing and watched people pass: lovers wrapped together, strangers brushing hands, performers in half-costumes laughing too loudly. Ezvin’s thoughts flicked, briefly, to how Cadence had looked earlier that day, all curious and bright, just on the edge of something new. He liked that edge. He liked being there when people stepped over it. He also liked that she’d said yes so easily.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1950.html Thu, 29 Jan 2026 13:24:26 +0000 Eidolon]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1950.html was right.

Dusk was settling on the streets. Snow drifted thick and silent; not dangerous yet, but it was settling hard. She walked alone.

Long months of devoted practice had tightened the muscles and reflexes the past years had let soften. Eido moved with an understated, agile grace, head tucked against the weather, eyes softly observant. She wasn’t hunting, or not that kind; she was looking for her brother, and walking because it was better than stillness. Kōta hadn’t answered his wallet, and she was checking his most usual haunts – those she knew of, at least. Kōta maintained his connections with the underworld in Moscow; talked just enough of Yazuka influence, new clubs, and new clients, for her to understand the circles he called home. He had mentioned Haruto's name in passing once, just pointed enough that she caught the meaning, though she'd only inclined her head and never asked more about it. Since Zephyr had erased their names from the Atharim lists, he had delved back deeply into the world once denied him, and Eido had reluctantly let him go. The admonishment of him seeking a real life was often on the tip of her tongue, but he only ever raised an amused brow and ushered her to a mirror. He wasn’t wrong. And she could never meet her own eye in that reflection.]]> was right.

Dusk was settling on the streets. Snow drifted thick and silent; not dangerous yet, but it was settling hard. She walked alone.

Long months of devoted practice had tightened the muscles and reflexes the past years had let soften. Eido moved with an understated, agile grace, head tucked against the weather, eyes softly observant. She wasn’t hunting, or not that kind; she was looking for her brother, and walking because it was better than stillness. Kōta hadn’t answered his wallet, and she was checking his most usual haunts – those she knew of, at least. Kōta maintained his connections with the underworld in Moscow; talked just enough of Yazuka influence, new clubs, and new clients, for her to understand the circles he called home. He had mentioned Haruto's name in passing once, just pointed enough that she caught the meaning, though she'd only inclined her head and never asked more about it. Since Zephyr had erased their names from the Atharim lists, he had delved back deeply into the world once denied him, and Eido had reluctantly let him go. The admonishment of him seeking a real life was often on the tip of her tongue, but he only ever raised an amused brow and ushered her to a mirror. He wasn’t wrong. And she could never meet her own eye in that reflection.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1941.html Thu, 08 Jan 2026 14:44:08 +0000 Anna]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1941.html
Elyse was doing well - even more so after going to Denmark to find some closure. It had also been a fun trip after Elyse had done what she had needed to do. It had been the first time Anna had seen a castle. She smiled at the memory. 

But her mind wandered back to Cade. It did quite often. They had remained in contact of course. Anna never pushed her crush, with the exception of an occasional flirty text. She was a little impatient even as she felt guilty for feeling that way. They hadn’t known each other that long, and she understood why it wasn’t moving farther. She knew he liked her too though, and that was sometimes enough to make the thoughts appear. 

Anna had decided to come to the carnival today, and maybe her thoughts about Cade were the reason why. Today she had come alone. Maybe that was a little sad to others, but she didn’t mind. As social as she was, she did enjoy time alone. She passed by the tarot booth and smiled. When she had come here with Cade, she had gone there to ask the woman advice about Cade. It reminded her of her patience. That was enough reason to come here. 

Anna pulled out the map of the carnival, thinking about what she could do here today. There was a magic show, a strong man, a haunted exhibit, some games of chance - all of which seemed fun.  Of course the scent of carnival food was around. She would definitley have a snack. For now she turned and began to walk aimlessly. She would see what struck her fancy in the moment.]]>
Elyse was doing well - even more so after going to Denmark to find some closure. It had also been a fun trip after Elyse had done what she had needed to do. It had been the first time Anna had seen a castle. She smiled at the memory. 

But her mind wandered back to Cade. It did quite often. They had remained in contact of course. Anna never pushed her crush, with the exception of an occasional flirty text. She was a little impatient even as she felt guilty for feeling that way. They hadn’t known each other that long, and she understood why it wasn’t moving farther. She knew he liked her too though, and that was sometimes enough to make the thoughts appear. 

Anna had decided to come to the carnival today, and maybe her thoughts about Cade were the reason why. Today she had come alone. Maybe that was a little sad to others, but she didn’t mind. As social as she was, she did enjoy time alone. She passed by the tarot booth and smiled. When she had come here with Cade, she had gone there to ask the woman advice about Cade. It reminded her of her patience. That was enough reason to come here. 

Anna pulled out the map of the carnival, thinking about what she could do here today. There was a magic show, a strong man, a haunted exhibit, some games of chance - all of which seemed fun.  Of course the scent of carnival food was around. She would definitley have a snack. For now she turned and began to walk aimlessly. She would see what struck her fancy in the moment.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1873.html Wed, 17 Sep 2025 00:07:23 +0000 Anna]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1873.html
Anna’s song (an upbeat jazzy Christmas number) began and she pulled out her prop. It was simply a candy cane. She put it into her mouth as she walked on stage. Her dance began. She pulled no stops. Anna knew how to be sexy. She moved with a grace she hadn’t show before at Kallisti. It hadn’t been bad before, but she had been hiding back. It was partially comfort. She had grown comfortable being here now, but also she wanted this to be a night to remember for her. 

She recieved applause and a few whistles to her outfit and dance. The candy cane would certainly get some men thinking about things. That of course was the point. At times she’d remove it as she danced. It was all in fun. She smirked as she embraced her power and began to channel. 

Anna had never done it before. She had never channeled at Kallisti. She summoned lights of  red and green that sparkled around her. She had been working on it quite awhile, and her confidence was to a point where she could do it. Anna had learned how to tie off weaves, so she created the orbs one at a time, tying them off to float around the stage. They’d last through her dances and dissipate. If not, she could easily untie them for the next dancer. 

Magic being used at Kallisti wasn’t a new thing, but like most dancers here, she had her regulars. A few gasps of surprise came from the crowd as she arranged her orbs in the shape of a Christmas tree. Anna moved to the front of the stage and got down, lying on her back. She began to entertain those close to the stage. 

”I didn’t know you could use magic’” one of her regulars said. 

Anna smirked, pulling the candy cane out slowly. ”We all have our surprises,” she said with wink as she returned the candy cane and stood up to finish her dance.]]>
Anna’s song (an upbeat jazzy Christmas number) began and she pulled out her prop. It was simply a candy cane. She put it into her mouth as she walked on stage. Her dance began. She pulled no stops. Anna knew how to be sexy. She moved with a grace she hadn’t show before at Kallisti. It hadn’t been bad before, but she had been hiding back. It was partially comfort. She had grown comfortable being here now, but also she wanted this to be a night to remember for her. 

She recieved applause and a few whistles to her outfit and dance. The candy cane would certainly get some men thinking about things. That of course was the point. At times she’d remove it as she danced. It was all in fun. She smirked as she embraced her power and began to channel. 

Anna had never done it before. She had never channeled at Kallisti. She summoned lights of  red and green that sparkled around her. She had been working on it quite awhile, and her confidence was to a point where she could do it. Anna had learned how to tie off weaves, so she created the orbs one at a time, tying them off to float around the stage. They’d last through her dances and dissipate. If not, she could easily untie them for the next dancer. 

Magic being used at Kallisti wasn’t a new thing, but like most dancers here, she had her regulars. A few gasps of surprise came from the crowd as she arranged her orbs in the shape of a Christmas tree. Anna moved to the front of the stage and got down, lying on her back. She began to entertain those close to the stage. 

”I didn’t know you could use magic’” one of her regulars said. 

Anna smirked, pulling the candy cane out slowly. ”We all have our surprises,” she said with wink as she returned the candy cane and stood up to finish her dance.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1857.html Mon, 23 Jun 2025 02:41:10 +0000 Elend]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1857.html
Elend worked his way through the crowd. He had just arrived, and although he had arrived alone, he was hoping to not leave that way tonight. Still there was a time for that. Right now, he was in the mood for a drink. Crossing the dance floor took some time.  It was a busy night and dancing was almost standing room only. It took time to make his way to the vodka bar.  Elend was recognized. He was a fairly regular customer here.  He got his drink and moved to the side.

Elend's face turned to the crowd and he began to look. In one hand he held his glass, bringing it to his lips to take a slow drag off of the liquid. Elend, well dressed in a fine suit, ran his free hand through his hair as leaned against the wall.  Although his gaze moved through the crowd, his mind began to wander, thinking about his research.  The Fountain of Youth and the Tree of Life had to be out there somewhere, but his research had revealed little. Elend was certain the Ascendancy knew something. His ageless face at the very least meant something. Maybe his cult of worshippers did as well. 

Elend blinked the thoughts away.  That's not why he was here.  He had been searching too much, and his mind was no longer clear.  What he needed was a distraction - a way to clear his head.  He'd find someone here, he was sure of it. His gaze went back to the crowd, scanning for familiar faces - or those who would just be in the mood for some mingling. 

Elend's eyes would linger at times at the DJ's podium, where it was likely Ozy was stationed.  The man was the face of the club, and a beautiful face it was. Here, the man was a god, worshiped not for his ability to use the power (as far as Elend knew he couldn't), but for his skills as a DJ. Devotion to him was certainly merited.  The thought brought Elend back to thoughts of immortality. A man like that - well - agelessness would be a good fit for him. There were rumors that Ozy was actually going to be leaving Manifesto - that he had found something else. That was certainly interesting gossip. It made Elend wonder if the crowd size here would decrease in his absence. 

Elend took another pull off his drink and sighed contentedly. It was a good night to be out. It was a good night to clear his head. Tonight, he'd find his good time. Tomorrow, he'd be back to the grind. Several options were available to him. He could continue his research. That could take him to the Sanctuary of the Ascendant Flame.  Regardless of if it would help, Elend was curious to meet this "Luminar." Forming a cult required a particular personality. He could do work for Arc too.  Cadence Mathis was recording in one of his studios. He also heard Ezvin was working with her. Ezvin was talented, and Elend really wished he could get Ezvin to join his staff full time. The man seemed to like the freelancing life though. It would probably be a good idea to make an appearance with Cadence for professional reasons. Elend chuckled.  Once again, his mind was roaming.  Tonight was about clarity.]]>
Elend worked his way through the crowd. He had just arrived, and although he had arrived alone, he was hoping to not leave that way tonight. Still there was a time for that. Right now, he was in the mood for a drink. Crossing the dance floor took some time.  It was a busy night and dancing was almost standing room only. It took time to make his way to the vodka bar.  Elend was recognized. He was a fairly regular customer here.  He got his drink and moved to the side.

Elend's face turned to the crowd and he began to look. In one hand he held his glass, bringing it to his lips to take a slow drag off of the liquid. Elend, well dressed in a fine suit, ran his free hand through his hair as leaned against the wall.  Although his gaze moved through the crowd, his mind began to wander, thinking about his research.  The Fountain of Youth and the Tree of Life had to be out there somewhere, but his research had revealed little. Elend was certain the Ascendancy knew something. His ageless face at the very least meant something. Maybe his cult of worshippers did as well. 

Elend blinked the thoughts away.  That's not why he was here.  He had been searching too much, and his mind was no longer clear.  What he needed was a distraction - a way to clear his head.  He'd find someone here, he was sure of it. His gaze went back to the crowd, scanning for familiar faces - or those who would just be in the mood for some mingling. 

Elend's eyes would linger at times at the DJ's podium, where it was likely Ozy was stationed.  The man was the face of the club, and a beautiful face it was. Here, the man was a god, worshiped not for his ability to use the power (as far as Elend knew he couldn't), but for his skills as a DJ. Devotion to him was certainly merited.  The thought brought Elend back to thoughts of immortality. A man like that - well - agelessness would be a good fit for him. There were rumors that Ozy was actually going to be leaving Manifesto - that he had found something else. That was certainly interesting gossip. It made Elend wonder if the crowd size here would decrease in his absence. 

Elend took another pull off his drink and sighed contentedly. It was a good night to be out. It was a good night to clear his head. Tonight, he'd find his good time. Tomorrow, he'd be back to the grind. Several options were available to him. He could continue his research. That could take him to the Sanctuary of the Ascendant Flame.  Regardless of if it would help, Elend was curious to meet this "Luminar." Forming a cult required a particular personality. He could do work for Arc too.  Cadence Mathis was recording in one of his studios. He also heard Ezvin was working with her. Ezvin was talented, and Elend really wished he could get Ezvin to join his staff full time. The man seemed to like the freelancing life though. It would probably be a good idea to make an appearance with Cadence for professional reasons. Elend chuckled.  Once again, his mind was roaming.  Tonight was about clarity.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1831.html Sun, 20 Apr 2025 20:13:20 +0000 Emily Shale-Vanders]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1831.html
So Emily had kept her reservation for two at the Estrella Restaurant.  Emily had joined the Pestovo Country Club shortly after her move to Moscow.  She did enjoy golf herself.  The restaurant had been chosen because it was nicer, but it wasn't as opulent as Radiance would have been. Besides, Radiance was used more to impress clients.  Eating there felt like business to Emily.  Here, it felt more like a place she could be with a friend, which was, of course, the point. 

Emily as always had arrived a little early, but had sent Natalie a text letting her know to give her name to the host then she would be brought to Emily's table.  The two had a lot to talk about. Emily knew that Natalie had shown up at the reception, but had not been able to come in.  Emily bore no grudge about that.  Jay had needed help and Natalie had done what Emily would have done as well.  But she wondered about Jay and hoped he was okay.  She knew Jared did too.  Then there was Rachel.  Natalie didn't know her sister, but she knew Emily's love of family.  But beyond that - there were the good things.  Emily was more interested in talking about the good things.  That is what she now needed.  She ordered a water and waited for her friend to arrive.]]>
So Emily had kept her reservation for two at the Estrella Restaurant.  Emily had joined the Pestovo Country Club shortly after her move to Moscow.  She did enjoy golf herself.  The restaurant had been chosen because it was nicer, but it wasn't as opulent as Radiance would have been. Besides, Radiance was used more to impress clients.  Eating there felt like business to Emily.  Here, it felt more like a place she could be with a friend, which was, of course, the point. 

Emily as always had arrived a little early, but had sent Natalie a text letting her know to give her name to the host then she would be brought to Emily's table.  The two had a lot to talk about. Emily knew that Natalie had shown up at the reception, but had not been able to come in.  Emily bore no grudge about that.  Jay had needed help and Natalie had done what Emily would have done as well.  But she wondered about Jay and hoped he was okay.  She knew Jared did too.  Then there was Rachel.  Natalie didn't know her sister, but she knew Emily's love of family.  But beyond that - there were the good things.  Emily was more interested in talking about the good things.  That is what she now needed.  She ordered a water and waited for her friend to arrive.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1820.html Tue, 15 Apr 2025 09:41:59 +0000 Legione Sumus]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1820.html
Eliot Lagueux

The inquisitor had been doing his job. He'd made some progress on finding information on the others. And now it was time for the inquisitor to meet his bride to be and discuss the future of their union. They would meet at the Almaz it was the best place to meet with unsavory folks under the guise of the unsavory fights below them.

Eliot ranked among those who got in without a fee, he was marrying the owner after all. It wasn't his place and he'd never assume anything of anyone especially Lena. And it added to their quick rollercoaster of a marriage, even if it was just a means to an end for both of them, it had to look real, and she was a beautiful if not odd woman. And he was not a handsome man, thin, gaunt. He'd never fully recovered since he was a kid, always looked the same -- sickly. But he was not on the verge of dying and fully virle which is all that mattered in the end.]]>
Eliot Lagueux

The inquisitor had been doing his job. He'd made some progress on finding information on the others. And now it was time for the inquisitor to meet his bride to be and discuss the future of their union. They would meet at the Almaz it was the best place to meet with unsavory folks under the guise of the unsavory fights below them.

Eliot ranked among those who got in without a fee, he was marrying the owner after all. It wasn't his place and he'd never assume anything of anyone especially Lena. And it added to their quick rollercoaster of a marriage, even if it was just a means to an end for both of them, it had to look real, and she was a beautiful if not odd woman. And he was not a handsome man, thin, gaunt. He'd never fully recovered since he was a kid, always looked the same -- sickly. But he was not on the verge of dying and fully virle which is all that mattered in the end.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1786.html Sun, 06 Apr 2025 12:54:10 +0000 Tatyana]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1786.html
The change was courtesy of Zeke, who had decided for some reason to take her to a club.  Tatyana had asked no more, and Zeke hadn't offered more, but he had told her where to go and when to go there.  At his insistence, she was given new clothing fit for the location, was instructed to get a new hair cut, and to bathe appropriately.  The clothing felt odd - felt clean.  She felt clean.  She also felt pretty. It had been a long time since she had even wondered at whether or not she was attractive, but as she gazed in the mirror she could see it. Appearance had never been a big thing for her, but for some reason she now appreciated it, even if she wouldn't flaunt it.

Tatyana left the bathroom and headed out heading to the location that Zeke had given her.  She found a line outside of the club and a bouncer was letting people in or denying entry. Inwardly she was grateful.  This wasn't Nebasa's Gate nor was it any club owned by the Vasilievs.  She waited in line until she got to the bouncer. He stopped her.

"My name is Tatyana - I'm supposed to meet Zeke here," another instruction from Zeke.

The bouncer looked at a list and then nodded, allowing her entry into the club. She entered to find lavishly decorated bar. This was where she was told to meet Zeke.  Looking around see she a descending staircase.  Patrons met with each other and talked.  Tatyana was familiar enough to know that in some cases, business was being conducted.  That business was one of hers.  A few patrons looked at her, some appearing to question her appearance here and others appearing to check her out.  It confirmed to her that she was looking attractive now.  Tatyana didn't see Zeke, so she went up to the bar and sat at a place where she could see the entrance. She would wait for Zeke to arrive.]]>
The change was courtesy of Zeke, who had decided for some reason to take her to a club.  Tatyana had asked no more, and Zeke hadn't offered more, but he had told her where to go and when to go there.  At his insistence, she was given new clothing fit for the location, was instructed to get a new hair cut, and to bathe appropriately.  The clothing felt odd - felt clean.  She felt clean.  She also felt pretty. It had been a long time since she had even wondered at whether or not she was attractive, but as she gazed in the mirror she could see it. Appearance had never been a big thing for her, but for some reason she now appreciated it, even if she wouldn't flaunt it.

Tatyana left the bathroom and headed out heading to the location that Zeke had given her.  She found a line outside of the club and a bouncer was letting people in or denying entry. Inwardly she was grateful.  This wasn't Nebasa's Gate nor was it any club owned by the Vasilievs.  She waited in line until she got to the bouncer. He stopped her.

"My name is Tatyana - I'm supposed to meet Zeke here," another instruction from Zeke.

The bouncer looked at a list and then nodded, allowing her entry into the club. She entered to find lavishly decorated bar. This was where she was told to meet Zeke.  Looking around see she a descending staircase.  Patrons met with each other and talked.  Tatyana was familiar enough to know that in some cases, business was being conducted.  That business was one of hers.  A few patrons looked at her, some appearing to question her appearance here and others appearing to check her out.  It confirmed to her that she was looking attractive now.  Tatyana didn't see Zeke, so she went up to the bar and sat at a place where she could see the entrance. She would wait for Zeke to arrive.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1783.html Sat, 05 Apr 2025 02:09:43 +0000 Sámiel]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1783.html
His boots crunched against the gravel, the familiar path leading him to the cluster of trailers that housed the Pekelniak family. These weren't the sleek, polished RVs of the well-to-do, but battered, weather-worn boxes on wheels, their exteriors adorned with trinkets and talismans meant to ward off whatever spirits might be lurking. The scent of fried onions and stale beer hung in the air, a testament to meals shared and stories told.

Sámiel stood out here, a peacock among crows. His attire was a deliberate affront to convention: a pleather jacket in a shade of crimson that bordered on obscene, a ruffled shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at scandal, and trousers so tight they seemed painted on. From a choker on his throat dangled a silver knife charm. His dark hair was a wild mane, streaked with unwashed greasy strands that caught the dim light, and his eyes— those eyes—were kohl-rimmed windows to a soul that reveled in the delicious discomfort of others.

He approached the largest of the trailers, its door slightly ajar, revealing the warm glow within. Stepping inside, he was met with a tableau of familial chaos.

"Look what the cat dragged in," sneered Tereza, his older sister, from her perch by the tiny stove. Her arms were crossed, flour dusting her hands from the dough she’d been kneading. Her face, lined beyond her years, bore the perpetual scowl of someone who'd long given up on pleasantries.

"Missed me, did you?” Sámiel drawled, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Hardly," she shot back. "But your audience did. Three nights without your little freak show. People talk."

"Let them," he replied, unperturbed. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

From the corner, a soft chuckle emerged. Josef, their father, lounged in a threadbare armchair, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes, milky with age and too much homemade liquor, regarded Sámiel with a mix of amusement and something darker.

"You always did have a flair for the dramatic," Josef rasped. "But even the best performers know not to keep the crowd waiting too long."

Sámiel inclined his head, acknowledging the rebuke. "Noted, dear father.”

A sudden movement drew his attention to the small figure darting toward him. Aneta, his niece, no more than six, with wild curls and eyes too big for her face, latched onto his leg.

"Uncle Sámiel! Did you bring me something spooky?" she demanded, her grin missing a front tooth.

He laughed, a genuine sound that seemed almost out of place. "Always, little one." From his jacket pocket, he produced a small, intricately carved wooden spider. "This is Aragog. He'll keep the nightmares at bay.”

Aneta took the token with reverence, her eyes wide. "Thank you!"

Tereza huffed, wiping her hands on her apron. "As if she needs more reasons to be scared."

Sámiel's grin widened. "Fear is a gift, dear sister. It reminds us we're alive. Relish it, while you can.”

The door creaked open again, admitting Marek, his younger brother. Sweat slicked his brow, evidence of a long day's labor setting up tents and repairing rigging.

“I saw you walking in,” Marek said, not unkindly. "Vas family’s in a tizzy. Roza and Esper took off."

Sámiel's interest piqued. The Vas sisters were... intriguing. "Ran away, did they?”

Marek nodded. "Few nights ago. No word since. Their folks are tight-lipped, but you can see the worry."

"And the others?”

"Some say good riddance. Less competition. Others are concerned. We look after our own, mostly."

Sámiel licked his top lip with a swipe of a pierced tongue, a habit when he was deep in thought, and clicked the barbell against his teeth. The Carnival was a web of alliances and rivalries, a delicate balance of camaraderie and competition. The disappearance of the Vas sisters tipped that balance.

"Perhaps I'll take a stroll,” he mused aloud. "See what the night has to offer.”

Josef's gaze sharpened. "Don't go stirring the pot, boy."

Sámiel met his father's eyes, a devilish glint in his own. "Who, me? I dream of nothing less.”]]>
His boots crunched against the gravel, the familiar path leading him to the cluster of trailers that housed the Pekelniak family. These weren't the sleek, polished RVs of the well-to-do, but battered, weather-worn boxes on wheels, their exteriors adorned with trinkets and talismans meant to ward off whatever spirits might be lurking. The scent of fried onions and stale beer hung in the air, a testament to meals shared and stories told.

Sámiel stood out here, a peacock among crows. His attire was a deliberate affront to convention: a pleather jacket in a shade of crimson that bordered on obscene, a ruffled shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at scandal, and trousers so tight they seemed painted on. From a choker on his throat dangled a silver knife charm. His dark hair was a wild mane, streaked with unwashed greasy strands that caught the dim light, and his eyes— those eyes—were kohl-rimmed windows to a soul that reveled in the delicious discomfort of others.

He approached the largest of the trailers, its door slightly ajar, revealing the warm glow within. Stepping inside, he was met with a tableau of familial chaos.

"Look what the cat dragged in," sneered Tereza, his older sister, from her perch by the tiny stove. Her arms were crossed, flour dusting her hands from the dough she’d been kneading. Her face, lined beyond her years, bore the perpetual scowl of someone who'd long given up on pleasantries.

"Missed me, did you?” Sámiel drawled, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Hardly," she shot back. "But your audience did. Three nights without your little freak show. People talk."

"Let them," he replied, unperturbed. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

From the corner, a soft chuckle emerged. Josef, their father, lounged in a threadbare armchair, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes, milky with age and too much homemade liquor, regarded Sámiel with a mix of amusement and something darker.

"You always did have a flair for the dramatic," Josef rasped. "But even the best performers know not to keep the crowd waiting too long."

Sámiel inclined his head, acknowledging the rebuke. "Noted, dear father.”

A sudden movement drew his attention to the small figure darting toward him. Aneta, his niece, no more than six, with wild curls and eyes too big for her face, latched onto his leg.

"Uncle Sámiel! Did you bring me something spooky?" she demanded, her grin missing a front tooth.

He laughed, a genuine sound that seemed almost out of place. "Always, little one." From his jacket pocket, he produced a small, intricately carved wooden spider. "This is Aragog. He'll keep the nightmares at bay.”

Aneta took the token with reverence, her eyes wide. "Thank you!"

Tereza huffed, wiping her hands on her apron. "As if she needs more reasons to be scared."

Sámiel's grin widened. "Fear is a gift, dear sister. It reminds us we're alive. Relish it, while you can.”

The door creaked open again, admitting Marek, his younger brother. Sweat slicked his brow, evidence of a long day's labor setting up tents and repairing rigging.

“I saw you walking in,” Marek said, not unkindly. "Vas family’s in a tizzy. Roza and Esper took off."

Sámiel's interest piqued. The Vas sisters were... intriguing. "Ran away, did they?”

Marek nodded. "Few nights ago. No word since. Their folks are tight-lipped, but you can see the worry."

"And the others?”

"Some say good riddance. Less competition. Others are concerned. We look after our own, mostly."

Sámiel licked his top lip with a swipe of a pierced tongue, a habit when he was deep in thought, and clicked the barbell against his teeth. The Carnival was a web of alliances and rivalries, a delicate balance of camaraderie and competition. The disappearance of the Vas sisters tipped that balance.

"Perhaps I'll take a stroll,” he mused aloud. "See what the night has to offer.”

Josef's gaze sharpened. "Don't go stirring the pot, boy."

Sámiel met his father's eyes, a devilish glint in his own. "Who, me? I dream of nothing less.”]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1781.html Tue, 18 Mar 2025 14:24:08 +0000 Elyse]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1781.html
Elyse was getting dressed for her set on stage. She was back to work now and had missed quite a bit. People at Kallisti had been very supportive during her tough times. Family - they said. It reinforced everything Sage, Hayden, and Anna had told her about family. They had accepted her here. For no other reason than she was a fellow employee. That felt nice. It was what she needed now. She had only started taking her medications recently but they were already working. That made her smile at least - until the inevitable mood swing hit. Her therapist had warned her that mood swings, decreased libido, and the thoughts of suicide were possible side effects. The first two would go away as she got used to the meds. She was told to contact a doctor immediately if the last came into existence. Mood swings and decreased libido were present, and, thankfully, she wasn’t experiencing the last one. 

Anna was there being the stalwart friend she was. ”You doing okay? Ready?”

Elyse nodded, checking her wallet and seeing that Marta was going to stay with her tonight. That helped too. She also said she had something important and good to talk about. Elyse responded by telling her she looked forward to hearing it. ”Yeah - I’m okay. Very nervous though. Not sure I can do this.”

Elyse’s head was moved as Anna took her face in her hands, bringing Elyse’s eyes to meet hers. ”You got this, Elyse. Want me to come out with you?”

Elyse blinked. ”Our dance isn’t ready yet…”

”Not our dance,” Anna interrupted. ”Your dance - with me backing you up. Same thing you did during rehearsal - but you have me there with you.”

Elyse just looked at Anna for awhile. She wasn’t sure what Anna had planned, and usually a change like this would get her nerves going, but this time she felt strangely calm and intrigued. ”Go on…” Elyse prompted, curious at what Anna was thinking.]]>
Elyse was getting dressed for her set on stage. She was back to work now and had missed quite a bit. People at Kallisti had been very supportive during her tough times. Family - they said. It reinforced everything Sage, Hayden, and Anna had told her about family. They had accepted her here. For no other reason than she was a fellow employee. That felt nice. It was what she needed now. She had only started taking her medications recently but they were already working. That made her smile at least - until the inevitable mood swing hit. Her therapist had warned her that mood swings, decreased libido, and the thoughts of suicide were possible side effects. The first two would go away as she got used to the meds. She was told to contact a doctor immediately if the last came into existence. Mood swings and decreased libido were present, and, thankfully, she wasn’t experiencing the last one. 

Anna was there being the stalwart friend she was. ”You doing okay? Ready?”

Elyse nodded, checking her wallet and seeing that Marta was going to stay with her tonight. That helped too. She also said she had something important and good to talk about. Elyse responded by telling her she looked forward to hearing it. ”Yeah - I’m okay. Very nervous though. Not sure I can do this.”

Elyse’s head was moved as Anna took her face in her hands, bringing Elyse’s eyes to meet hers. ”You got this, Elyse. Want me to come out with you?”

Elyse blinked. ”Our dance isn’t ready yet…”

”Not our dance,” Anna interrupted. ”Your dance - with me backing you up. Same thing you did during rehearsal - but you have me there with you.”

Elyse just looked at Anna for awhile. She wasn’t sure what Anna had planned, and usually a change like this would get her nerves going, but this time she felt strangely calm and intrigued. ”Go on…” Elyse prompted, curious at what Anna was thinking.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1768.html Sun, 16 Feb 2025 17:39:03 +0000 Rachel Shale]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1768.html
The thing was, Rachel knew there was some truth in what Cruz was doing.  She needed a little of that too.  She just felt the way he was going about it was way too risky.  He even mentioned it could get him killed.  She hadn't known how to respond to that besides coming to the conclusion that she didn't fit in his world anymore.  He didn't want her in his world anymore, and that's why it hurt so bad.  She was more than willing to make mistakes with him - but not like that.

Tonight she wore the red dress - the dress she hadn't worn the other night with Cruz.  She sat at the bar, nursing the same drink she had ordered when she had gotten here a half hour before.  She had asked for something strong, but hadn't drunk much of it, she just stared at it, her thoughts on the pain inside, hoping it would go away.  She had no idea how to go about fixing it.  Some men had asked her to dance, she had politely refused, but deep down she wanted it - she wanted someone to distract her from the heartache.

Rachel took another sip of the long island iced tea, his one a deeper pull.  She had been planning on just drinking, but even that wasn't distraction enough. She didn't know what she needed today.  She had never felt a heartache like this and knew drowning it in booze wasn't a good idea.  Maybe that's what kept her from chugging the drink in front of her and ordering a second.]]>
The thing was, Rachel knew there was some truth in what Cruz was doing.  She needed a little of that too.  She just felt the way he was going about it was way too risky.  He even mentioned it could get him killed.  She hadn't known how to respond to that besides coming to the conclusion that she didn't fit in his world anymore.  He didn't want her in his world anymore, and that's why it hurt so bad.  She was more than willing to make mistakes with him - but not like that.

Tonight she wore the red dress - the dress she hadn't worn the other night with Cruz.  She sat at the bar, nursing the same drink she had ordered when she had gotten here a half hour before.  She had asked for something strong, but hadn't drunk much of it, she just stared at it, her thoughts on the pain inside, hoping it would go away.  She had no idea how to go about fixing it.  Some men had asked her to dance, she had politely refused, but deep down she wanted it - she wanted someone to distract her from the heartache.

Rachel took another sip of the long island iced tea, his one a deeper pull.  She had been planning on just drinking, but even that wasn't distraction enough. She didn't know what she needed today.  She had never felt a heartache like this and knew drowning it in booze wasn't a good idea.  Maybe that's what kept her from chugging the drink in front of her and ordering a second.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1730.html Thu, 09 Jan 2025 15:59:01 +0000 Anna]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1730.html
Anna stood near the tarot reading booth which meant, the reader was trying to get her to pay for a reading.  It was all in good fun, so she agreed. "I'm looking for advice on a relationship I'm pursuing," Anna asked, looking around to make sure Cade wasn't around yet.

The woman, the name on the booth said Renata Vas, smiled at her. "And here for a meeting with your possible suitor, are you? We will be quiet so he doesn't overhear."

Anna nodded at her question and chuckled at her response.  She shuffled the deck and drew a card, setting it down in front of her. "Ahhh...the hanged man for the past - upright.  You are at a crossroads in your life. Patience, and possibly sacrifices, will be needed if you are to make the right choices." A second card. "The Queen of Pentacles - upright. An understanding woman. For the present, empathy, kindness, and patience need to be cultivated within you. And last." She turned the final card. "The Three of Cups - upright. A fresh start leading to success. Old ills are being resolved and you are finding a new direction." Vas faced her, talking now directly to her. "The cards are telling me that you have a good chance with your relationship, but you must exercise kindness, empathy, and above all patience.  Do not rush this. I sense in the past, your relationships have not been strong, but you want this one to be.  You're ready for that, but it is not your readiness that is important.  It is his readiness that is important. The journey to this relationship with test you, but in the end, you will be stronger for it, and possibly have an attractive man by your side."

Anna chuckled at that, thanked the woman and paid her with a tip.  Anna wasn't a believer in these sorts of things, but the reading had been spot on for the situation she was in.  She could see why people would go to readings now.  Even as a non-believer, it had brought clarity to her situation. She turned and waited for Cade to show up.

((OoC: Renata with permission))]]>
Anna stood near the tarot reading booth which meant, the reader was trying to get her to pay for a reading.  It was all in good fun, so she agreed. "I'm looking for advice on a relationship I'm pursuing," Anna asked, looking around to make sure Cade wasn't around yet.

The woman, the name on the booth said Renata Vas, smiled at her. "And here for a meeting with your possible suitor, are you? We will be quiet so he doesn't overhear."

Anna nodded at her question and chuckled at her response.  She shuffled the deck and drew a card, setting it down in front of her. "Ahhh...the hanged man for the past - upright.  You are at a crossroads in your life. Patience, and possibly sacrifices, will be needed if you are to make the right choices." A second card. "The Queen of Pentacles - upright. An understanding woman. For the present, empathy, kindness, and patience need to be cultivated within you. And last." She turned the final card. "The Three of Cups - upright. A fresh start leading to success. Old ills are being resolved and you are finding a new direction." Vas faced her, talking now directly to her. "The cards are telling me that you have a good chance with your relationship, but you must exercise kindness, empathy, and above all patience.  Do not rush this. I sense in the past, your relationships have not been strong, but you want this one to be.  You're ready for that, but it is not your readiness that is important.  It is his readiness that is important. The journey to this relationship with test you, but in the end, you will be stronger for it, and possibly have an attractive man by your side."

Anna chuckled at that, thanked the woman and paid her with a tip.  Anna wasn't a believer in these sorts of things, but the reading had been spot on for the situation she was in.  She could see why people would go to readings now.  Even as a non-believer, it had brought clarity to her situation. She turned and waited for Cade to show up.

((OoC: Renata with permission))]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1703.html Fri, 20 Dec 2024 02:48:23 +0000 Anna]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1703.html
Anna embraced the power, feeling it sharpen her senses.  The lounge seemed brighter and the scent of the club was more prevalent in her nostrils.  It still amazed her how easy it was now.  The power was there, just waiting to be embraced.  It no longer required any effort, but her struggles to get there had put her way behind.  Her frustrations had affected her relationships at work. Until Elyse, Anna had found it difficult to connect to her coworkers, but since then, Anna had worked very hard to befriend her coworkers.  It was as Mae had told her - it only took one to feel at home.  All her coworkers had welcomed her with open arms.

Anna had gotten in early.  She had requested time to work one on one with Juls, but wasn't sure if that was going to be the case.  Her reasoning was simple.  She was playing catch up.  Anna didn't know if Juls was going to bring anyone else or not.  Either way, it was time for Anna to learn how to use her gift.

She had arrived early.  She wanted to show Juls that she as serious about this, and the waiting made her just a little nervous.  Of course now that she didn't need to be nervous, she found everything a little nerve wracking.  Anna just wanted to do well.  She fidgeted a bit with her wallet.  It seemed like every time she did, she thought of Cade.  She still hadn't texted him, and he hadn't reached out to her.  She sighed.

Fuck it! she thought, bringing her wallet up to send a message.

Heya Cade! Just wanted to check in.  Hope all is well! I'm spending some time practicing my magic today

She put her wallet down after hitting send, hoping she wasn't too much.  How could she be? It had only been a few days since they had met. She kept holding on to her power, not using it, and waited for Juls.]]>
Anna embraced the power, feeling it sharpen her senses.  The lounge seemed brighter and the scent of the club was more prevalent in her nostrils.  It still amazed her how easy it was now.  The power was there, just waiting to be embraced.  It no longer required any effort, but her struggles to get there had put her way behind.  Her frustrations had affected her relationships at work. Until Elyse, Anna had found it difficult to connect to her coworkers, but since then, Anna had worked very hard to befriend her coworkers.  It was as Mae had told her - it only took one to feel at home.  All her coworkers had welcomed her with open arms.

Anna had gotten in early.  She had requested time to work one on one with Juls, but wasn't sure if that was going to be the case.  Her reasoning was simple.  She was playing catch up.  Anna didn't know if Juls was going to bring anyone else or not.  Either way, it was time for Anna to learn how to use her gift.

She had arrived early.  She wanted to show Juls that she as serious about this, and the waiting made her just a little nervous.  Of course now that she didn't need to be nervous, she found everything a little nerve wracking.  Anna just wanted to do well.  She fidgeted a bit with her wallet.  It seemed like every time she did, she thought of Cade.  She still hadn't texted him, and he hadn't reached out to her.  She sighed.

Fuck it! she thought, bringing her wallet up to send a message.

Heya Cade! Just wanted to check in.  Hope all is well! I'm spending some time practicing my magic today

She put her wallet down after hitting send, hoping she wasn't too much.  How could she be? It had only been a few days since they had met. She kept holding on to her power, not using it, and waited for Juls.]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1681.html Mon, 18 Nov 2024 11:19:10 +0000 Ilesha]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1681.html
They hopped on the metro and made their way down to the Red Light District. It beat walking in the bitter cold of the beginning of a Moscovian winter. It wasn't even at it's peak yet, and Ilesha was already missing the warmth of her shop and apartment.

The Red Light district was never quiet. But it wasn't as bad now as it would be in a few hours when all the clubs opened and all the workers hit the street. And Kallisti wasn't far from their stop.

The front view was on as always and she wondered what was headlineing but she didn't make her way to see the marquee.  Instead she took Cadence down the side alley and rapped on the side door.  It took a little bit before someone peered through the camera and then there was a buzz. No words, they knew Ilesha.  And she had been here several times before opening.

The man greeted them. "All the girls are in the lounge practicing." He said.  He made a double take at her guest but he said nothing. He was probably used to famous people coming into Kallisti and not making a big deal out of it.

They were back stage and the girls and guys costumes and gear wear all in disarray back stage as they hurried about looking for things. Juls and the others weren't here they were out front in the empty lounge practicing. Could be any number of things.

The lounge was emtpy, it felt strange walking into a should be crowded room full of music and people noises to the giggling of children. Not just Sterling but a gaggle of kids Ilesha didn't know.  Juls noticed her first. "Ilesha. How wonderful.  You brought a friend."

"This is Cadence, she's like us."  Ilesha said.

Sterling came over with a big grin. "I know you." she took Cadence's hand and tugged her to the middle of the room.  "Juls, is showing us how to weave fire and illusion.  Come."

A dark haired girl sat next to Sterling and looked a little shy though she wasn't much older than Ilesha she seemed a bit more resevered. "Who are all these kids, and can they all...."

"No, these are all Nox's strays. He's not in town, and Sterling brought them all over for practice. Olivia is the only one who can channel, she's a healer. It'll be good to have her around as soon as we can get her to open up with the other. The kids all had it rough."

Ilesha had never actually met Nox. He was hard to miss at Kallisti, he did everything -- except bartend, though he was often found behind the bar as much as he was in front of it. "How does he even have any time?"

"He barely sleeps. Avoids his nightmares. And Ashton and Liv and Liam all help out with the younger ones." Juls pointed out the names as she said them. [color=#red]"I need to get back there or they'll wonder where I went."[/color] She laughed softly and made her way back to the stage and started dancing and showing weaves of fire and illusion. It was pretty.

Ilesha joined Cadence next to Sterling. "You okay?]]>
They hopped on the metro and made their way down to the Red Light District. It beat walking in the bitter cold of the beginning of a Moscovian winter. It wasn't even at it's peak yet, and Ilesha was already missing the warmth of her shop and apartment.

The Red Light district was never quiet. But it wasn't as bad now as it would be in a few hours when all the clubs opened and all the workers hit the street. And Kallisti wasn't far from their stop.

The front view was on as always and she wondered what was headlineing but she didn't make her way to see the marquee.  Instead she took Cadence down the side alley and rapped on the side door.  It took a little bit before someone peered through the camera and then there was a buzz. No words, they knew Ilesha.  And she had been here several times before opening.

The man greeted them. "All the girls are in the lounge practicing." He said.  He made a double take at her guest but he said nothing. He was probably used to famous people coming into Kallisti and not making a big deal out of it.

They were back stage and the girls and guys costumes and gear wear all in disarray back stage as they hurried about looking for things. Juls and the others weren't here they were out front in the empty lounge practicing. Could be any number of things.

The lounge was emtpy, it felt strange walking into a should be crowded room full of music and people noises to the giggling of children. Not just Sterling but a gaggle of kids Ilesha didn't know.  Juls noticed her first. "Ilesha. How wonderful.  You brought a friend."

"This is Cadence, she's like us."  Ilesha said.

Sterling came over with a big grin. "I know you." she took Cadence's hand and tugged her to the middle of the room.  "Juls, is showing us how to weave fire and illusion.  Come."

A dark haired girl sat next to Sterling and looked a little shy though she wasn't much older than Ilesha she seemed a bit more resevered. "Who are all these kids, and can they all...."

"No, these are all Nox's strays. He's not in town, and Sterling brought them all over for practice. Olivia is the only one who can channel, she's a healer. It'll be good to have her around as soon as we can get her to open up with the other. The kids all had it rough."

Ilesha had never actually met Nox. He was hard to miss at Kallisti, he did everything -- except bartend, though he was often found behind the bar as much as he was in front of it. "How does he even have any time?"

"He barely sleeps. Avoids his nightmares. And Ashton and Liv and Liam all help out with the younger ones." Juls pointed out the names as she said them. [color=#red]"I need to get back there or they'll wonder where I went."[/color] She laughed softly and made her way back to the stage and started dancing and showing weaves of fire and illusion. It was pretty.

Ilesha joined Cadence next to Sterling. "You okay?]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1679.html Tue, 12 Nov 2024 11:32:33 +0000 Edwin]]> https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1679.html ”Id like a scotch please - old enough to order its own scotch.”

The drink was brought to him and he turned around to watch the other club goers in their nightly activities. People came to places like this for a multitude of reasons, to escape, to meet people, or to find some one night fling. For Eddie, tonight was a distraction. Sometimes in life you needed a change of pace. That was Eddie, and now he needed a break from contemplating the choices he could make. 

Eddie thought he knew what he wanted. He had sent in his resume. The only thing left to do was wait. So he waited and observed. For now it would suffice.]]> ”Id like a scotch please - old enough to order its own scotch.”

The drink was brought to him and he turned around to watch the other club goers in their nightly activities. People came to places like this for a multitude of reasons, to escape, to meet people, or to find some one night fling. For Eddie, tonight was a distraction. Sometimes in life you needed a change of pace. That was Eddie, and now he needed a break from contemplating the choices he could make. 

Eddie thought he knew what he wanted. He had sent in his resume. The only thing left to do was wait. So he waited and observed. For now it would suffice.]]>