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Apr 13, 2019 15:32:31 GMT
Post by Eleanor Alcott on Apr 13, 2019 15:32:31 GMT
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“Myria?” Eleanor said, assessing her opponent and softening her stance. “You seem excited today. Thinking about our little match, mmm?” Myria was talented, but not on her level. More importantly, though, she was excitable – she fought with a fire that Eleanor rarely saw in any of her other sparring partners. The girl was…unique, all in all.
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Apr 13, 2019 15:25:27 GMT
Post by Eleanor Alcott on Apr 13, 2019 15:25:27 GMT
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Eleanor took her seat. She wasn’t exactly hungry, but eating seemed like the polite thing to do. “I’d like some mushroom pasta, please,” she said to the waiter, smiling at him. This was her first time here, so she had no idea what to expect from the food – although, given the price tags on some of them, she expected at least serviceable quality.
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“Very well, Ms. Aster. What would you like to know about me?” Eleanor said, straightening her position and smiling. “I’m afraid I’m not very interesting; all I know is how to fight.” Which was an understatement, but she was trying to maintain a veneer of modesty here.
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Post by Eleanor Alcott on Apr 4, 2019 17:58:42 GMT
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Eleanor didn’t question Aster’s authority and influence for a second, so hearing that Aster was powerful enough to make her influential outside of Eos came as no surprise to her. Whoever ruled Eos ruled the beating heart of Serra, and thus wielded immense power over individuals even outside it. This was an opportunity that she’d probably never get again, if she let it pass by her.
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“Alright, then…” Eleanor appeared to give the document a good once-over; however, that was to disguise the fact that she was reading it meticulously. Any document was easy when you were a speed-reader. She ran her eyes over the document again, making sure to check for anything she might’ve missed, then took the pen and signed the document.
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There was a moment of silence between the two. Finally, Eleanor spoke.
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“So…what now?”
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Mar 30, 2019 22:03:06 GMT
Post by Eleanor Alcott on Mar 30, 2019 22:03:06 GMT
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When Aster acted hurt that Eleanor had neglected her name, Eleanor had a miniature heart attack. She genuinely didn’t mean to snub her – she didn’t like to snub anyone, especially someone whose hand was metaphorically feeding her. Fortunately, before Eleanor could justify herself, Aster quickly dismissed it as a jest.
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“Of course, Your Excelle – Aster.” Eleanor smiled. “It’s quite flattering, knowing that I have admirers in such high places.” Eleanor bowed slightly. It wouldn’t do to display any sort of ingratitude, either.
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“I accept your endorsement, Miss Aster,” Eleanor said, trying not to glower at the praise she was receiving. “Although I suppose you’d need me to put it down in writing, once the formalities are over.”
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“I am curious, though – how exactly are you going to make me more famous than I already am?”
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Post by Eleanor Alcott on Mar 30, 2019 8:35:30 GMT
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When she heard the Arbiter’s voice, Eleanor turned around. Was that the Arbiter over there? She looked far too young to be an Arbiter. Nevertheless, she held the sash – living proof of her status. Ellen pushed the question to the back of her mind and walked towards the table.
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Once she heard the Arbiter’s remark, she stopped. “Why thanks – I mean thank you, Your Excellency,” she said, making sure to curtsy slightly. “It’s the best I could do on such short notice. Your Excellency deserves nothing but the best.”
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“Speaking of which, what is Her Excellency’s name? I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage here.” Eleanor gave the Arbiter her best fake smile. “Perhaps I’ve heard of you from somewhere?”
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Mar 29, 2019 21:29:32 GMT
Post by Eleanor Alcott on Mar 29, 2019 21:29:32 GMT
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Eleanor was about to meet an Arbiter of the Etherium Council – a holder of the most powerful position available in all of Eos – and she felt just fine.
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Eleanor sat in a carriage, watching the clouds drift by as she approached the Arbiter’s location. She’d changed out of her sporting outfit and into a simple sea-green dress she’d appropriated as formal wear. It wouldn’t do to make a bad first impression on one of the most powerful women in…well, possibly the entire world. She clacked her heels together, grimacing noticeably while glancing down at them. Eleanor hated the lack of flexibility heels forced on her, but she wasn’t here to fight.
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“Now, you go out there and knock the Hell out of that Arbiter,” her mother had said, before hastily adding a “figuratively speaking” at the end of her lecture. Eleanor smiled. News of her battle prowess had reached even the Council, and if she played her cards right, she could potentially set herself up for life.
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The carriage came to a stop. She was here.
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Eleanor disembarked the carriage. The venue they’d chosen was a luxurious restaurant, as gaudy and gilded as anything else in Rosa. She looked around and took the scenery in – it was crowded, but the Arbiter had to be somewhere identifiable… |
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