Masked Angels (O/A)

[S p i n n i n I n R a i n]

Charlotte Violetta Scarlett

Don't speak in her presence; Don't look her in the eye..

.. She'll ruin your fate with her casual lies.

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Another sigh escaped from Charlotte's mouth. 'I can't believe there isn't anything to do!' The thought was childish in every way. As mature at Charlotte may of looked sometimes, she was still one of the youngest- if not that, the youngest -of the Masked Angels, and only turned Seventeen a couple weeks ago. So, to simplify it, she could act like a child every now and then. She was nearing the castle, but ignored the fact. 'I wonder where the others are.. No! Don't do it! I swear, if I annoy them one more time, they'll push me off a cliff! Not that I know of any cliffs around here, but I'm sure they could find one..' Her thoughts trailed off. She looked around, suddenly sensing how absolutely creepy it got. It's not that she didn't see anyone; It just felt odd. With a small shake of her head, she turned into the closest ally she saw.

She was hardly even 5ft in when she felt something grab her wrist. The grip was tight, but it didn't hurt, It just felt weird. Some girls might of gasped, others might of cried out, but not her. So, pulling an absolutely 'Charlotte' move, she spun around, annoyance clear in her features as she demanded "What?". The man who grabbed her wrist was staring at her with.. 'Uh-Oh.'. You didn't have to be a mind-reader to know his intentions. She glared, then brought her knee back. The next move she did was so un-lady like it was almost funny. She reached and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head down the same second she brought her knee up. The two things collided. Charlotte released him, and he slumped to the ground. She couldn't help it; A small giggle escaped. 'Well, wasn't that cheery?' She thought, turning and exiting the ally, deciding that maybe the street was a better choice.

[PumpkeenKing]

Here Comes the King of Fools

"That was brilliant!"

Kyte was perched on the stone roof of a small shop next to the alley way the girl in the red dress had just emerged from. He was sitting comfortably cross-legged and staring at the girl with a disarming grin. In his hand was a half-eaten golden apple and in the other a medium sized spear. The hand with the apple was cocked upright, holding the fruit in easy reach of the man's mouth if he felt the need to take a bite. The hand holding the spear was laid loosely across his lap, ready to be used if needed but it didn't look like he was going to use it any time soon.

Tilting his head in a curious way, he studied the girl and wondered where she came from. None of the women in the Kingdom could have been able to handle a pervert the way she just had and it intrigued him greatly. He had wondered into the market in search of breakfast a little while earlier since he had long ago refused to dine alone in the castle. After purchasing an apple from a peddler, he witnessed a girl that stood out from the crowd suddenly disappear into an alleyway. Knowing alleyways were the least possible safe place for a lady to be, he easily scaled the closest building and monitored her from the roof. Seeing a man clad in black suddenly grab her, Kyte had drawn one of the two halves of his spear to defend her, but seeing the young women handle herself...well...like any man would!... he had taken to watching the scene while snacking on his breakfast.

Now that the women was leaving, Kyte felt that his amusement for the day was disappearing with her and tossing his unfinished apple over his shoulder, he tucked away his spear underneath his black attire and leaped from the roof, landing harmlessly in front of the girl. Straightening, he gave the cloaked women a friendly smile and asked, "Where did you learn to fight like that?"
Kyte often began his conversations in the oddest of ways. Starting with the cliche 'Hello' had grown boring by the age of seven, and he found it much easier and pleasant to just get straight to the point.

[Apocolyptic Revolution]

Phylix landed on a shingled roof with astonishing grace, without making a sound. He was sure his mother would have a cow if she knew that her favourite little Prince had made habits of stepping off the tallest towers in the palace without at least checking to see what was below. Of course, she didn't know, and would never if Phylix had any say in the matter. He leaped down from the rooftop with another silent move, his dark cloak billowing around his shoulders. Dirt puffed up around his feet and settled in silence.

The street the Prince had landed in was near deserted, with a few vaggabonds lying against the walls (dead or sleeping, Phylix couldn't tell) and a few shadowed figures, who turned towards the unhooded prince and tensed. He didn't move for a moment, watching and one of the figures charged, pulling a sword. He swung heavily at him, snarling angrily. Phylix deflected the blade with the flat of his palm and struck him once at the base of the neck, with blinding speed. The man collapsed, gasping and clutching his neck. Phylix frowned. The man seemed only to be a hard felt citizen whose sanity had been momentarily purged by frustration. In the pulic eye, Phylix Pyres was still his mother's little pawn.

"She won't reign forever," he whispered before leaving the man and stunned colleague to their silence and heading to the populated streets. He pulled up his hood as he did so, but there was little to disguise that it was Phylix, who was ridiculously sure-footed, calm and confident. There were fallen men to attend to and a brothers sanity to insure was still intact.

[S p i n n i n I n R a i n]

Charlotte Violetta Scarlett

Don't speak in her presence; Don't look her in the eye..

.. She'll ruin your fate with her casual lies.

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Charlotte froze as a figure appeared in front of her. Her first instinct was to grab a dagger from it's strap, but as she examined the boy, she saw he pretty much looked harmless. Her stance turned more relaxed, and her lips pulled upward slightly at the question. It was only asked on occasion, and Charlotte usually never answered, but she was bored and it didn't seem as if anything bad could come of it.

She shrugged as if it was old news, which to Charlotte, it was. "Well, when I was little, my brother and I would always goof off at it. When we got slightly older, he went into training, which I obviously wasn't allowed in. It didn't matter, though; he taught me everything they taught him. A year or two ago- I think -my parents started catching on, but when they saw I obviously wasn't going to drop it.. Well, my mother still tried to make me stop, but my father ended up teaching me more. My mother almost killed him- and me -when she found out." She giggled again, receiving a wide eyed stare from a man passing on the street. Hearing someone such as herself talk like that must have been a strange thing to see and hear. Charlotte couldn't blame him, though. She didn't exactly look like much. She wasn't tall, just average. Little muscle was visible. She looked like a delicate flower, something that could crumple easily. She always used this to her advantage; It usually took people by surprise.

"Why would you like to know?" She asked suddenly, her strange yellow-gold eyes staring at him warily. As stated before, Charlotte didn't look like much but could still be deadly, and the same thing could apply to the man in front of her. Automatically, she took a step back and crossed her arms, a hawk-like look appearing in her eyes.

[Zeke Lanistter]

Tyson was dressed for the day in simple clothes. Cloth pants, tunic, and a boiled leather chest piece hidden under his long black cloak. It's hood was up, his face was covered, and one of the great makeup artists of the guild had given him a gruesome looking scar across his left eye, which had a patch over it. He had also grown a scraggly beard. He had two long knives sheathed at his waist and a bandoleer of throwing knives across his chest. He looked just like his cover story for this recon mission: A mercenary seeking work from the Queen. Even if she rejected him, he'd get a look inside the castle, and if she accepted him, he'd see all of it.

Approaching the main gates, he raised a hand in a small greeting. "Here ta' see the Queen." he said gruffly. "I'm a merc who hears she likes extra guards for them Masqs." he added. He had timed his hour well...he knew this was the middle of her taking petitions, though it was really just a farce. She was so greedy, she never gave out anything except occasionally hiring new guards. After a few simple questions he lied through, he was brought to a waiting area with the rest of the peasant petitioners. Taking a seat a little bit away from anyone, he began to sharpen one of his knives to pass the time. Though of course, they'd disarm him before he saw Her Majesty.

[Apocolyptic Revolution]

Phylix came upon the scene at the gates soon, drawing back his hood. He grimaced. Blood pooled around the bodies, which had been mangled and left unceremoniously. Were the Prince a weaker stomach, he would have been sick. But he simply no longer felt the desire to eat at the moment. One of the surviving men stepped forward and bowed.

"Sire, I must ask you leave immediately. This is not your pla-" he began, but fell silent as Phylix shot him a seething look.

"How many are dead?" he asked, treading carefully around the congealed blood and bodies.

"We're still counting, but at least more than ten."

"Ten..." the Prince repeated loftily, his voice soft and thoughtful.

The man watched warily, fearing an angry explosion as had not happened for six years, but was still a fresh memory to those who had been present when the Prince, a child then, had flown into a rage and destroyed several valuable artifacts after his brother's exile. But Phylix, in perfect control of his emotions, did not explode, or express any anger.

"Did you catch him?" he asked, snapping back to reality.

The man shifted uncomfortably. "Er. No, sire, we did not."

Phylix rolled his eyes theatrically. "Of course not. Fine. Tend to the wounded and give the dead their send offs." he said, stepping past the man and heading towards the gate. He suspected the man might try and stop him, but he did not. He quickly vanished into the forest.

[Daemon_Slayer]

[[I would like to thank you all for joining on behalf of dragonrebelfire and myself. We still need a few more characters, but, for the most part, we are getting close to being able to put the roleplay into full motion. Once again, have fun, be respectful and be creative. heart heart heart ]]

[xLuna Dolly]

Snow White....Rose Red...Would you kill your suitor dead?

The Queen melodic voice streamed through her bedroom like the sound of wind. Everything reflected off the walls, the mirrors acting as windows into the world. With the face of teen, she swam around in the pool she had demanded be made in her room. Her feet and hands went up of the water to reveal green scales and fins. Did the peasants know they had such a monster for their Queen. Probably not; only the Queen knew of her race and for all the jewels in the world he would not reveal that fact to a soul. Still, that didn't stop rumors from floating around the Kingdom. She knew she was hated by most, but it wasn't like as if she loved the pitiful beings back.

The men were pigs and the women were rats. Not many had proven to her that they were worth being kind to but her beloved. They had no right to speak against her as well. Her husband had given her the power and by God's very eyes, she'd use it until every last human was gasping for air.

"My Lady." A knock came from the door, which also came as a mirror. The Queen turned around, her raven hair moving around her like ink. "What is it?"

"There is a man here to see you."

"I see no one but the King and my sons."

"He says he's a mercenary, My Lady."

She rose an eyebrow; so word had spread far, huh? "Alright. Tell him I'll be out in a moment." She spoke, raising up out of the pool. The scales magically vanished as she stepped onto the marble floor, water dripping off her wet body. The servants were never allowed to dress her unless she asked for it and even then they wouldn't be able to see her bare body. They'd never understand what all the scars were for on her legs and back. In a few moments, she was dressed. Looking into one of her mirrors, she noticed a few images passing by. "Oh dear me, my silly boys. You need to stop playing around with those creatures..." She whispered, her eyes moving over each and everyone of them. Phylix and Kyte; they should no better by now then run among the humans. They could harm or take them away. Even Anton she felt a little concern but that quickly passed over when she remembered what he was trying to do. "Blah, he'll never go far as long as they know who he is."

In a white silken dress, Claudia more like a child then a Queen, the fine jewels around her neck and earrings only giving away her rank. She had plenty of gowns, she just never wore them. You never knew when you might need to jump into water. Descending out of her room, Claudia moved to her own personally throne and sat down. "Send him in please." She said with a wave of her hand. As she waited, the Queen started to sing to herself once again, bored out of her mind.

Snow White....Rose Red...Would you kill your suitor dead?

[Zeke Lanistter]

Anything I can take...

Tyson grinned mentally when they called him in, leaving all the others to mill around. The rumors were true then, she didn't even take most petitions anymore. She was very far gone...but very rich. He'd make quite a pretty penny if he got in here as well as he'd like. Yes, life was looking good right now. Directly before they reached the Queen's Chambers, they searched him for weapons, removing all of his daggers save those he had hidden very, very well. No one ever removed all his weapons. Then the doors were opened slowly as a herald told the queen his name, or at least the name he was going by: Lucian Lanistter.

Following the guards, when he reached the designated spot before her he dropped to one knee, bowing his head. "Lucian Lanistter, Mercenary from the Wastes, at your service." he said softly, not lifting his eyes. He knew the procedure. He'd chosen his homeland story because the wastes were full of warring tribes that no one could track, and mercenary's were plentiful. They were also experts in daggers..it had been a man from the wastes who had given him basic training. It was a great cover story for him.

Focusing on the ground, he waited. He knew better then to address the queen anymore without an order to. He may have been a poor merchants son, but his mother was a petty noblewoman from a s**t-poor house. Because of the rank they'd been to the castle a few times and taught some basics of how to address the queen. Thank god for that training now, or he might get himself kicked out without anything.

...is mine by right.

[xLuna Dolly]

The Queen opened one blue eye lazily as he spoke.Something about him she just didn't like. It was the manner he spoke. What could a man from the Wastes, where tribes fought every single day over who's land was who's, know of manners when speaking to a Queen. She knew that when she was younger, she had no idea how to act when she appeared before the Court.

Looking about her, Claudia rose from her sit. "Leave us. Now." She told them simple. The servants and guards looked at her, ready to protest against her orders, but when the Queen licked her lips, they bolted out like scared rabbits. Even if they didn't know of her race, they couldn't help but know that her voice had some type of power over them. That was when the rumors of witchcraft began to emerge. Whatever, she didn't need to explain herself to mere humans. Now alone with the man, Claudia began to pace around hi, studying him closely. "Mr... Lanistter. Was it? You seem very will spoken for a man of your past." Her eyes moved towards the window, seeing the market below. With a silent snarl, she turned her glance towards the man again, her arms crossed over her chest.

[Zeke Lanistter]

Anything I can take...

Lucian began to panic slightly inside whens he ordered the guards out, but he showed absolutley no sign of it. But once they were gone, he did rise, meeting the queens gaze like an equal. "Chieftains second son. We were a small village, but he fancied himself a king. He hired royal tutors to teach us how to act with royalty, insisted on it even from his kin. And who doesn't study etiquette before approaching the most powerful person on this side of the Earth anyway?" he answered smoothly, hoping he had covered well.

"Before you ask, also, I am a mercenary because my fathers attitude got us wiped out. I was taken in by a more friendly tribe and they taught me to earn my keep through fighting." he added, covering another hole in the story. Otherwise it was unbelievable that a son of a chieftain would be groomed as a Mercenary. Then he added one last thing.

"My Queen, is it so smart to allow me to be alone with you, though? Especially if you suspect me of being too smooth. Might I not be an assassin?" he said, giving her a lopsided grin. And then a knife he had been reaching for from a hidden compartment on his leggings was in his hand and aimed at her. It was obvious that one swift flick of the wrist would strike her, probably killing her and at the very least wounding her. He held the pose for a second, then dropped the dagger and stepped away from it. "Trust me yet? Your guards are morons. You never let anyone in with leg armor. Too easy to hide things. Cloaks, too. I have another hidden in the hood, a slim throwing knife. Hire me, and I'll whip those men into shape." he finished, then hoped to god his bold, improvised move wouldn't get him thrown in jail. She was a mean Queen, she might take offense to this. Even someone severely nice would, actually. But if she was more mad at her guards then him...he had a chance.

...Is mine by right.

[PumpkeenKing]

Here Comes the King of Fools

Kyte listened to the woman's story with an attentiveness he did not usually possess. It was rare to come across some a tom-boyish young lady in this Kingdom and it struck his interest like a match striking a bomb fuse. He just simply HAD to know more about her!

When she asked for the reason to his curiosity, he opened his mouth, more than willing to respond, but shut it when he noticed her taking a few steps away from him. The look in her golden eyes had also changed from mild amusement to caution, and he pouted, crossing his long arms over his half bare chest.
"You know...if I was going to do something unpleasant to you, then I would have taken the opportunity to back in the alley."
Noticing the contempt he held in his voice, he had to remember that even though this was a woman well trained in self-defense, she was still a female...it was in their nature to distrust unknown men. Wiping the contempt from his face, he gave her a warm smile and raised his black gloved hands into the hair to show that he was harmless.
"See? I'm not going to hurt you. I just decided to talk to you because you looked so interesting, and I had nothing else to do."
'Well...that's partially true. I AM holding a very dangerous weapon under my clothes and I DO have my daily duties as a Prince to attend to but...eh...I'll leave those to Phylix!' he thought happily, solving his main problem for the day with a simple thought. Returning his thoughts to the girl in front of him, he extended his right gloved hand in a greeting.
"I'm sorry if I seem like some sort of lecher to you. My name is Kyte!" He said the word lecher as if it were a title one should be proud to bear...

[Apocolyptic Revolution]

Phylix moved silently among the shadows, like a ghost. The darkness of the forest worked well in his favour, though he could only pray his mother was attending to seperate duties so that she could not watch him via her magic mirrors. He never understood how the mirrors worked. Nor could he fathom how much they showed her, how indepth it was. Could she hear the thoughts, or could she hear nothing? Was could impair the mirrors seeing abilties? It was still a mystery, and as the room containing them was also his mothers private room, as he had his floorless study, he would probably never be granted access to the mirrors.

Shoving from the thoughts of the mirrors out of his head, he slowed to a slow walk, listening for breathing or voices, before coming upon his brother and a masked woman, who was assumably one the famous 'Masked Angels'. He wondered shortly whether it was such a great idea to wear the mask around. It seemed like placing an awfully obvious target on her back but it was her choice, he supposed. He stepped up behind her silently, visible to Anton, but still unseen by the woman.

"Really, Anton, do you need to kill so many just to upset our mother?" he asked aloud with amusement in his soft, cool voice. Phylix had always found rather morbid things to be of intense amusement.

[Zeke Lanistter]

((wow, that has to be the quickest an rp has died once I joined it O.O))

[Daemon_Slayer]

((I dunno what is going on with Dragonrebelfire, but I really don't want to continue it without her...I guess I could make a second one if you all would like to redo this. It wouldn't take too long.))