<div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ztf2fr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victoria Alexandretta Anson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=294232.msg14430756#msg14430756)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Castle Plaza<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>GMs NPCs, Alyssa, Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>normal<br/><br/>Standing among the shifting sea of people was a uniquely still individual. A human woman, dressed in simple but finely made armor, even beneath the lairs of mail and cloth it was easy to tell that the woman had an enticing figure, Bright blue eyes focused on the proceedings and her long red hair pulled back and out of the way. It was clear this was a lady of wealth and breeding, and that she should be among the rows of knights or the ontorage of nobility. And they would be right, for on the Livery that hung over her shoulder was the crest of the Anson Family, lesser nobles, a family of knights who would have access to a place away from the crowd or even as part of the guards presiding over the event. The reason for her being down her among the crowd rested just over that same said crest, on a silver chain about her neck. A holy symbol of Playmate. This was the wayward youngest daughter of the head of the Anson family, returned home as a full-fledged paladin, though not to either of gods her family would have liked.<br/><br/>It was odd, seeing an execution from this angle. Certainly, this was not Victoria's First execution. As a member of a knightly family, she had been exposed to the violence of ritual justice at a young age. Her and her siblings had all been conditioned to be, well perhaps comfortable would be to strong of a word, but accepting of violence, especially the sort inflicted by the Kingdome. She had been made to attend them along with her family, and that was what made this feel different. Every public death she had seen over the years she had been up there, among the Lords, ladies, and knights. There was a distinct distance from the proceedings from on high, a clinical sort of detachment that the glamor and power of the gentry made it feel unreal. Here, among the heaving mass of people, the press of humanity all around her, the swell of conflicting emotions she could all but taste in the air. Fear, anticipation, eagerness all blended together into a cocktail of confusion. This wasn't exactly her scene, even as a little lady knight in training she did not much fancy this sort of spectacle. But from here, the madness of the crowd pressing on her senses she couldn't help but feel a small smile.<em>I know this is not exactly the type of insanity you normaly deal with mighty Playmate but...I think these fields may be more fertile for your growth than I remember...</em>She simply wished her mistress was here, having to come here alone was going to leave her...wanting in certain departments.<br/><br/>Shortly after that thought and prey left her mind she felt her face somber and eyes narrow on the would-be-assassin. She had been thinking of this from the point of view of a devoted member of the church of Playmate, now she was thinking of it as a child of Nash nobility.<em>And attempt on the king's life...These are strange times. I'm guessing family will be to busy to want to reconnect for the foreseeable future...more time to refamiliarize myself with the city I suppose... </em><br/><br/>Movement caught her trained eyes. Something less random than the pulsing crowd, A more deliberate kind of movement. A lovely Ungulus woman, being tailed by a lovely human woman and a pair of guards, wait, two others as well. This looked like the start of a scene, and not the sort she would have honestly hoped for with such lovely players. Curiosity and a hint of concern flicked in her mind. She moved gently through the crowd attempting to get within earshot. She wished to keep tabs on this, perhaps even interview if she deemed in necessary.