Fio looked at his younger brother, shaking his head. "Emilio. You know you're supposed to leave the other Families alone." he bit his lip a little bit, trying to figure out what to do about this. "We should get going. I understand that there's a cute boy, but there are plenty of cute boys. Trust me on this one. Don't flirt with a Seer boy; that's just asking for trouble."
Emilio just raised an eyebrow at Fio. "Fie, they're right there. Do I need to tell Maman about your lack of manners. You'll be the one scolded instead of Lou or me." He huffed, shaking his head exasperatedly. "Anyhow," Emilio clapped his hands together, turning back to the Seers. "This is Fio, that's Lou, and I'm Emilio, though you already know that."
(Also I was thinking that Fio maybe has a condition where he just freezes up and can't move for certain periods of time, which would be an in-RP explanation of why he was unable to respond to his siblings earlier. Maybe he's been hiding it from them so they don't worry?)
(Guys I need approval for this plan before I implement it)
(It's your character, so it's up to you my dear)
Fio sighed. "Emi." He growled under his breath, before plastering on a smile as he looked at the Seers. "We really should be going. But. It's nice to meet you all." The oldest of the Seer triplets looked physically pained, knowing that they shouldn't be messing with the other Families like this. Bad things tended to happen, especially when Necromancers and Seers mixed. The Necromancers, who guarded the dead, the past, and the Seers, who guarded the future, were typically a volatile if not disastrous mix. And he didn't know if Emilio and Lou adequately understood that.
(I don't think doing that would or will be necessary. So I don't have a problem with you doing it, but I, personally, don't think you have to.)
"Hello!" Lou waved, taking another bite of her chocolate. "This festival is wonderful, isn't it?" She grinned, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.
(It's your character, so it's up to you my dear)
(Yes, but it may also have an impact on the plot which is why I'm asking for y'all's opinion)
(I don't think doing that would or will be necessary. So I don't have a problem with you doing it, but I, personally, don't think you have to.)
(True, it's not necessary, but it could add some interesting elements later on)
"Nope, you need friends, Lou needs friends, and I need fun." Emilio tutted, holding onto Fio's shirt collar in case he tried to make an escape. "And yes, we're LeTours, but it doesn't mean we're bad people. Hell, these two are basically harmless."
"I have friends!" Fio retorted. "And your friends are all dead. I'm not sure that counts, Emi." He reached over to pluck Emilio's fingers from his collar. "Please don't grab onto me." That sort of touch always brought back bad memories. Of course, his siblings didn't know that. He didn't tell them a lot of things, seeing it as his burden to bear and not theirs. No need to tell them everything.
"Not all my friends are dead, just most of them. They're better conversationalists than half of the living population. You haven't lived until you've had a debate on Uncle Tom's Cabin with the lady who wrote it's husband, as I always say." He never said that, I actually think he just made it up.
"I'm not harmless, Emi. I'm a writer," Lou retorted with a playful wink. "An' the pen's mightier than the sword an' all that." She took another bite of her chocolate. "An' I'm an okay person, just so you guys know," Lou added, directing it at the Seers.
Fio blinked several times. "Emi, you have never said that before in your damn life." He replied, shaking his head a little bit. "Please, just–" he broke off, rubbing his face with a hand and looking over at Lou. "Sorry for not answering earlier. Yes, the festival is lovely. Or it would be, if you two hooligans weren't running off at every turn."
"Fio," Lou groaned, "this is the second time today, that I have to say this; I'm not a hooligan, I'm a writer." her grin shifted into a pout. "An' it's not 'runnin' off', it's looking for adventure! An' adventure's waiting at every turn!"
(Crimbles, I’ve just woken up, give me a sec)
(Ack sorry, the LeTour siblings talk a lot)
(Could you give me a quick summary of what’s happened?)
(Uhh, I can try my best. Essentially it was Emilio introducing his siblings, the siblings bantering, and that was pretty much it. Oh, he inviteed the seers to go get drinks with the LeTours, I can't recall if you were there for that)
(No I wasn’t. Thank you! I’ll start my response in a sec!)
(And Mouniers arrived at the festival. Just putting that out there.)
(Ah great! I’ll have a response for Remi as well)
Amid all the chattering and loud noises from the festival, Serafine looked and felt a little faint. So many bodies, so many auras, everything overwhelmed the senses to a point where she couldn’t quite think clearly. Sitting down and having a glass of water would definitely help.
Though she couldn’t hear anything that well, she did make out the names of the LeTour children, and decided it was time to be civil.
“I’m sure, like the eldest triplet Fio understands, that the rest of you are well aware of the bad blood between our families. While I myself may hold a grudge, I do not believe this festival should be spoiled with such qualms.” she hesitantly removed her hand from Daus and stepped towards Fio. He had a very firm nature about him, that much she knew for sure, and something about his aura in general gave off warm vibes——unlike that of his siblings. Serafine stretched her hand out towards him, hoping for the sake of the festival he would be civil enough to shake it. “A drink sounds nice, wouldn’t you agree?”
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As the Mouniers arrived at the festival, Remi already wanted to turn back and head home. Festivals weren’t his vibe, and the sheer volume of the town was enough to make him wince.
His stomach growled again as the scent of fresh shrimp gumbo drifted his way. Okay, maybe there was at least one good thing about the festival.
With a slight sigh, he turned to his sisters. “If there is anything you need me for, speak now or forever hold you peace.” While Remi wasn’t the best person in the world, or the best sibling, he did try to be a brother to them. In his own way.
Fio glared at his sister for a moment, then shook Serafine's hand. "I…yes. I suppose a drink would be alright, though I am unsure as to the wisdom of our families mixing together like this. It has led to disaster in the past, as I know you know." While he wasn't quite up-to-date on all the bad blood between their families, he knew that it was bad.
(I decided to write an interaction for you, Mosis. :) Do forgive the quality. )
As Percival strolled around the festival, he slightly hoped not to see anyone he knew. Though, of course, his hopes would be shattered within mere seconds of the thought's fabrication. His eyes found Narthelliot and Garcia, two of his cousins. With great disappointment, Percival rolled his eyes and walked over to them.
"Garcia. Narthelliot," he addressed the two, his voice flat and unenthusiastic, "it's just a pleasure to see you two here. However, if I may inquire, where is Sabastion? Did he choose not to take part in tonight's festivities?" His brow furrowed slightly as he finished his sentence. It was true that though as much as he did not favour his the presence of his cousins, he at the very least wished to make sure they weren't dead. Well, not without his knowledge, of course. Not knowing such a thing would look bad on him.
Narthelliot looked up. "Hello Percival. Sabastion is coming soon. Hopefully." Narthelliot said. nodding his head. Garcia looked up at Percival. "Hello cousin Percival!" She said jumping up. Narthelliot looked to the side of Percival. "Sabastion finally showed-" Narthelliot got cut off by Sabastion's voice.
"Percival! Long time no see!" Sabastion said, sitting next to Narthelliot. Sabastion looked up. " Well. How's your family?" Sebastian asked. Garcia saw a group of her friends. He tugged on Narthelliot's shirt and asked, "Elli? Can I go to my friends?" Garcia said, pointing to the group of her friends. "Sure! Just stay safe." Narthelliot smiled. "Anyway, How are you?" Narthelliot asked.
Alex looked over at Remi and shook their head slightly. They wanted to ask him to stay but knew that he wouldn't comply with that request. He wasn't the best brother, and he knew that, but at the least he told them when he was about to abandon them. Alex would just have to stick with Ester, that's all they would have to do.
