「 C R E A T I O N 」a test thread for bippa

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[raiga zero]

? ? ? ● ❛ O K A S A N ❜ ● K O H A K U
t h e kitsune

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◇ ◆ ◇ ￤ n a m e
xxxxxKohaku; its meaning is 'amber'.

◆ ◇ ◆ ￤ n i c k n a m e s
xxxxx母 Okasan.
xxAs a parent, her children, and occasionally her husband, will refer to her as 'okasan', which translates into 'mother'. Under rarer circumstances they may address her simply as 'mama'. She encourages her sons and daughters to use it openly as it is, by far, her most revered title.

xxxxx琥珀 Ko-san.
xxA nickname given to her by her loved ones, such as her friends, her partner and her parents, as she will not accept titles ending in 'chan' or 'kun'. Strangers are not allowed to use this nickname.

◇ ◆ ◇ ￤ a g e
xxxxxShe's lost count of the years - time means little to a being that is practically immortal - but her both of her forms have reached adulthood; as a human she appears to be in her early to mid twenties.

◆ ◇ ◆ ￤ g e n d e r
xxxxx'Okasan' is bound to female forms. Unlike many other spirits, she cannot change her gender.

◇ ◆ ◇ ￤ r a c e
xxxxxKohaku is a proud kitsune of the fire element.
xxWhile the word 'kitsune' simply means fox, they are often associated with kami - that is, spirits - and with Inari, a primary Shinto spirit, who was god/goddess of fertility, rice, agriculture, foxes, industry and worldly success. While depicted as being cunning tricksters, much like the fox characters in Western culture, kitsune were also portrayed as being faithful guardians, friends, lovers and wives. It was said that kitsune possessed magical abilities, the employing of which would become more proficient as they became older and wiser.

Kitsune are often divided into two groups. The zenko - 'good foxes' - are benevolent celestial foxes that serve the god/goddess Inari. They may be referred to as 'Inari foxes'. The yako - 'field foxes', or nogitsune' - are generally mischievous or malicious. The older and wiser a kitsune becomes, the more abilities it possesses and the more tails it earns. When a kitsune reaches its ninth tail it is said that its fur becomes white or gold, and that it receives infinite wisdom. Other legends say that they discover the power of seeing or hearing whatever they desire across the globe.

◆ ◇ ◆ ￤ j o b
xxxxxWhat's your character's job? What does it involve?xx

◇ ◆ ◇￤ a p p e a r a n c e
xxGive a paragraph or two on your character's appearance, including height, weight, hair colour, build (Slender, stocky, etc.), eye colour, clothing style and notable marks such as piercings, tattoos and / or scars. If you're a spirit and have more than one form, make as many paragraphs as necessary. ( ... unless you're a shapeshifter and have like, fifty transformations. )


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◆ ◇ ◆ ￤ p e r s o n a l i t y
xxxxxTrait ● Trait ● Trait
xxA good-sized paragraph or two on your character's personality. Mary Sues and Gary Stus will be savagely murdered and put on display, please remember that, so make sure list your character's flaws clearly, as well as their positive traits.

◇ ◆ ◇ ￤ s e x u a l i t y
xxxxxYour character's sexuality here. (Heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, pansexual, asexual or even simply 'uncertain'.)

◆ ◇ ◆ ￤ b i o g r a p h y
xx Ah, everyone's favourite part of filling out a profile. Make sure to put plenty of detail into this, and please feel free to plot with others if you're having difficulty with a storyline. Make sure to write this in third person, also!

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◇ ◆ ◇ ￤ l i k e s
xxxxx● like
xxxxx● like
xxxxx● like
xxxxx● like
xxxxx● like

◆ ◇ ◆ ￤ d i s l i k e s
xxxxx● dislike
xxxxx● dislike
xxxxx● dislike
xxxxx● dislike
xxxxx● dislike

◇ ◆ ◇ ￤ f e a r s
xxxxx● fear
xxxxx● fear

◆ ◇ ◆ ￤ s e c r e t
xx Everyone has a secret; what's yours?



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[raiga zero]

Iledrahn | Historian | Supporter | bippa-san | Other
(Remains in the town of Tirol, but mostly isolates himself, whether it be because of his strange appearance or simply losing himself in the many manuscripts she collects.)

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ILEDRAHN RIDAEC _ - _ HISTORIAN ________________

Gender | Male.
Race | ---
Age | Twenty-eight.
Sexuality | Bisexual, bordering on a mixture of pansexuality and sapiosexuality; the heart and mind are just as important in the body, if not more, in Iledrahn's opinion. All of this said, he avoids most close relationships due to his discomfort about his appearance.
Occupation | Historian and ex-explorer.
Abilities | 3O% fighting, 7O% magical. (5O% supportive; 15% healing; 5% destructive.)
Weapon | None. He owns several, most of them being rare or powerful artifacts such as swords and knives. Using these without proper study would be foolish, as he has learned from previous experiences. For now, Iledrahn is confident enough that he has no enemies to use such objects against.



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____ Appearance | ---

____ Personality | PERSONALITY - 1 TO 2 PARAGRAPHS


____ Backstory | BACKSTORY - TWO OR MORE PARAGRAPHS


____ Motivation | THEIR MOTIVATION FOR BEING A HUNTER (or whatever other role they've taken)



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Other | OTHER - ANYTHING ELSE?
Puppet Master | YOUR GAIA USERNAME

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The boy entered the main control bay of The Phantom, silently absorbing the coloured, glowing forms that represented the other Myu. Unsurprisingly, there were not many present. Many of the ship’s assigned pilots would be eating or perhaps sleeping, preparing themselves for their shifts. Only a select few Myu were allowed to steer the ship; those who had the understanding of such technology, and those who were mentally stable. Many Myu had changed over the course of events that had seen them here, and certainly not for the better. There had even been an incident where an unchecked Myu almost managed to contact a nearby human frigate of their position. Sage rubbed his temple and sank into an unclaimed seat in a dark corner of the bridge. Why they had done such a thing even he couldn’t be sure. Perhaps it was guilt, or just exhaustion. Nevertheless, that subject in particular had been euthanized after several more attempted acts of betrayal. There’d been no hope to those, really. It was just a young man’s last endeavours to do what he felt was right … or perhaps it was his own way of admitting his guilt.

It had been a terrible experience and was still the subject of many hushed voices across The Phantom, but at the very least the conspiracies about a possible UNW-loyal group had been flushed out. Sage’s eyelids became heavy as he recalled the dozens of complaints that had reached him and the rebel leader – letters about terror and discomfort – so he focused his ears on the discussion between the parents. Occasionally a joke or friendly story was shared between them, which then evoked some soft laughter, but for the most part their interactions circulated around the task at hand. As they hovered in the shadow of the moon, the Pure Myu raised an eyebrow as it occurred to him that the ship had lived to her name quite well. It was a very large and intimidating piece of machinery, apparently very jagged and unattractive like the hide of an asteroid, plated with dark metals and sprinkled with lights. Yet for her size and obviousness, she had managed to remain out of the UNW’s sight for quite some time now. But how much longer would their luck last with the newest flagship hunting them down?

His brow furrowed for a moment. The beast had some ridiculously long name, and an even longer list of its advantages over their current vessel – a horrible truth, but something they’d have to accept nonetheless. With proper planning and execution they would … no. The boy found himself massaging his forehead again. There was no hope of destroying such an advanced ship.

Sage rose from his seat again, grasping the handle of his cane, and guided himself to the bridge’s main exit. The doors opened automatically, a useful feature as he didn’t have to grope blindly about for a doorhandle or button. With the corridor now open to him, he strolled for what felt like several minutes, pushing the rounded end of his walking stick across the smooth metal floors. He wondered, very briefly, about where to visit next. He had the option of pestering Thorium about a number of things, such as the small bracelet around his wrist which recorded data such as pulse and temperature. Most of the ‘very important’ Myu were adorned with one, the rebel commander included. They were also fitted with trackers and could be connected wirelessly to the ship’s commlink.

To Sage they were as much a curse as they were a blessing. The links pinched his skin, they were far too tight, and when he slept he often awoke to find he had set off an alarm of some sort. To make matters worse, he didn’t know what buttons fixed his errors, or how to even use it in a positive sense. The controls were far too small for braille and therefore it was like a tiny time bomb strapped to his arm – only the result of fiddling it would be Thorium’s cold and often sarcastic frustration.

Choosing not to evoke the human’s anger, which was a punishment in itself, Sage successfully guided himself to the cafeteria. Using the one large mess hall was a much easier than setting up smaller, divided spaces for eating around the ship. Because of the difference in shift times and small numbers the room would not be fully occupied. In fact when he arrived there it was eerily quiet. He could hear the chefs working in the kitchens, preparing meals for the next several hours’ worth of visitors. Rather than ordering anything just yet however, Sage found a table and dropped onto the adjacent bench, resting his elbows on the smooth and cold table-top. If he listened closely he could hear the hum of The Phantom’s engines, and feel her energy coursing through the floor, vibrating as it thrummed throughout the sectors. He had yet to visit the main source of power in the ship; perhaps if he persisted he could persuade the rebel commander to take him there. But for now, the youth was quite content to sit and wait for the day’s imminent events.

[raiga zero]

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age:: twenty-three
power:: .the ability to phase through solid objects by dispersing and transferring his molecules. Similarly, he can 'vibrate' his molecules enough so that they no longer reflect light as well, rendering him invisible to the naked eye, although this is a somewhat risky power and his shadow usually remains in areas of bright light
image:: the media portrays Adien as a greedy and self-obsessed individual who uses his powers to lead successful heists - and more importantly, escape afterwards. He is a dangerous individual and will shoot to kill if given the chance. He is infamous for collecting hostages before going ahead with his plans.
identity:: Adien works as a stylist at a hair salon at the heart of the city, and is sometimes called to prepare models for photoshoots. He enjoys his job and is careful to keep his identity a secret by using

[raiga zero]

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Name: Adien Jaeger.
Gender: Male.
Age: Thirty-one.
Skills: A good understanding of all things machine, and how to tinker with them without causing irrepairable damage. Adien also has fairly steady hands which is useful for when he is pouring fuel or other liquids. Due to his experience as a rather skilled Belter, he has a clear understanding of fields such as maths and physics, computer and technical sciences and engineering. He has also been trained for and is familiar with zero-g environments during space travel, and has even grasped the basics of piloting. Most of these skills were grasped with Adien's exposure to machines at a young and impressionable age. Away from logic, maths, science and mechanical systems, however, Adien seems to fall short just about everywhere. He can't clean, certainly can't cook, and doesn't seem to handle social situations very well. In fact, his only worthwhile hobby would be sketching plans and designing upgrades for the ship's engines.
Class: Before meeting with the captain and his fellow crew members, Adien was just a low-class Belter, despite having very good skills as a mechanic.
Ship/Role: Mechanic.
Username: bippa-san.

'A humble man from a humble background'. That is the best way of describing this mechanic. Having come from the marketing planet of Belierin, Adien entered the mining industry in the hope of earning 'more experience', as well as having a very simple job. Fields such as politics and military unnerved him; despite his rather impressive grades throughout his education, Adien was only a low-class lad and thus was concerned for his safety; after all, Spacers of such a miserable background were usually used as grunts - 'target practice for pirates and god-knows-what-else', his father referred to them as. Being a Belter wasn't too unbearable. It was hard work, but it has since shaped Jaeger; he's now a rather intelligent and logical adult with a deep understanding of science, maths and computer technology. Due to his origins as a lower-classed human being, he remained in a relatively dull position until he came across the Captain. He's not accustomed to whining, or to listening to it, and would rather just close his mouth and get to work; most of the time, he wishes that others would do the same. Despite being a free man he has inner conflict about his origins and thus remains very submissive to whoever will dare to have a go, regardless of his strength. When tensions rise, Adien will usually slink away to a place where he can bury his head in work and forget about his troubles. He is a surprisingly emotional figure, and his usual silence makes him a wonderful listener for other members of the crew. Overall, while intimidating in physique, Adien is merely a passive pushover of a man who, arguably, enjoys his line of work so much that he'd prefer touching metal more than the skin of a woman.

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[raiga zero]

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WATCH THE SUN AS IT CRAWLS ACROSS A FINAL TIME AND IT FEELS LIKE - LIKE IT WAS A FRIENDxxxIF IT'S WATCHING US AND THE WORLD WE SET ON FIRE DO YOU WONDER IF IT FEELS THE SAME
WATCH THE SUN AS IT CRAWLS ACROSS A FINAL TIME AND IT FEELS LIKE - LIKE IT WAS A FRIENDxxxIF IT'S WATCHING US AND THE WORLD WE SET ON FIRE DO YOU WONDER IF IT FEELS THE SAME
WATCH THE SUN AS IT CRAWLS ACROSS A FINAL TIME AND IT FEELS LIKE - LIKE IT WAS A FRIENDxxxIF IT'S WATCHING US AND THE WORLD WE SET ON FIRE DO YOU WONDER IF IT FEELS THE SAME
WATCH THE SUN AS IT CRAWLS ACROSS A FINAL TIME AND IT FEELS LIKE - LIKE IT WAS A FRIENDxxxIF IT'S WATCHING US AND THE WORLD WE SET ON FIRE DO YOU WONDER IF IT FEELS THE SAME


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[raiga zero]

F i r s t ◈ M i d d l e ◈ L a s t
x ◈ Ｉ ａｍ ａ 【Ｓｐｉｒｉｔ Ｏｆ ⋏ (insert here) 】 or 【 (Insert here) ⋏ Ｓｐｉｒｉｔ 】
xx ◈ (age, spelled out)
xxx ◈ (Three survival skills ⋏ two positive attributes ⋏ two negative attributes)
xxxx ◈( username)

F i r s t ◈ M i d d l e ◈ L a s t
x ◈ Ｉ ａｍ ａ 【Ｓｐｉｒｉｔ Ｏｆ ⋏ (insert here) 】 or 【 (Insert here) ⋏ Ｓｐｉｒｉｔ 】
xx ◈ (age, spelled out)
xxx ◈ (Three survival skills ⋏ two positive attributes ⋏ two negative attributes)
xxxx ◈( username)

[raiga zero]

Tribe :: Fire Nation.

Name :: Feng Tsen.

Age :: Twenty-two.

Height :: Six foot.

Personality :: Feng is a straightforward and honest man. He will, for the most part, admit what he's thinking without the slightest hesitance - unless, of course, such a statement would make him seem weak or vulnerable. Feng will not betray any sense of fear or discomfort he might be experiencing, even to those closest to him. He is also very proud and cannot stand insults, and even takes most jokes to heart. Despite all of these traits, he is forgiving and gentle. He may come across as blunt and cruel at times, but as a very logical and formal youth, he has difficulty seeing the more empathetic side of a situation. He's also very curious, to the point where it's childish. Feng is incredibly sensitive but does not have difficulty bridling his emotions, making him a person who is difficult to read ... and difficult to trust.

Past :: Feng was not born to a normal family. His ancestry, known as the Tsen family, have served the royal family of the Fire Nation for several generations. Only did his father earn his rightful place beside the Emperor through hard work and determination. With their family finally having received some recognition for their unwavering loyalty, a decision was made that Feng's older brother would be groomed to take his father's place as the leading general, and to work hand-in-hand with the Emperor's heir. However, disaster struck and the boy died at a young age of six due to sickness. Feng took up his brother's duties and trained to become the leading general of the next generation.

Even now, Feng is still being prepared for that responsibility. At the age of twenty-two, he travels across the continents acting as one of the current Emperor's royal messengers so that he may experience the other cultures of the world, as well as grasp his own views on their politics. It is also an advantage in terms of familiarising himself with the landscape for possible future battles - if it ever comes to that.

[raiga zero]

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▸ The Detective
▸ Jasper Liam Abernathy
▸ Twenty-eight
▸ Male
▸ Bisexual
▸ bippa-san

[raiga zero]

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✖ Inside the FileXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Parentage◂◂ British. Moved to America only recently, so I've still got my accent.
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Full Name◂◂Jasper Liam Abernathy.
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Nickname◂◂Jazz. Some people also call my Jay, but it's not as common.
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Age◂◂Twenty-eight.
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Sexuality◂◂Bisexual. Like most detectives, I'm fairly open-minded.


✖ ObservationXXXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Skills◂◂The role of the detectives is, admittedly, an incredibly important one. Although raised in Britain and beginning his training in the city of London, Jasper is not lacking in terms of skills or knowledge; he is an excellent tracker and has the eyes of a hawk when it comes to crime scenes or areas of interest. He can make sense of many small details that other, untrained members of the force are likely to overlook. Because he collects and organises information for the rest of the team, so that they can make sense of a situation, Jasper also is good at socialising and knows how to get the answers he needs from general members of the public. Though lacking in strength, speed or endurance he remains unconcerned. His mind is as sharp as any knife and just as lethal to those Socius scum.
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Marks and Scars◂◂Because of the fact that Jasper's work usually precedes any sort of action and danger, he lacks any severe scars or old injuries. At best, he has a scar on the soft skin of his left palm that he earned while he was cutting vegetables with his daughter, Olivia. Nowdays, she weighs heavily upon his mind; she died six months ago, aged seven, due to leukemia while he was still in Britain. Although he and his ex-wife share a mutual agreement on cutting their ties completely, he can't help but imagine that his little girl would have wanted a happier ending for everyone.
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Disabilities and Addictions/Weaknesses◂◂Jasper is physically weak in comparison to most other men in the NYPD. He's somewhat swift, but his endurance is pathetic and his strength even more so. When caught in a battle between the two groups, Jazz is more of a liability than someone of any actual use. He has a mental weakness for children and animals. He has a serious case of merinthophobia; being bound is a terrifying concept for him. Even being restrained by human hands makes him overly anxious.
XXXXXXXXXXX❖On My iPod◂◂Radical Face - Welcome Home


✖ Extracted InformationXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Likes◂◂ Children ❖ Pets ❖ Tea ❖ Cars ❖ Summer ❖ Birds of Prey
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Dislikes◂◂ Coffee ❖ Socius ❖ Motorcycles ❖ Murder scenes ❖ The City
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Side◂◂the NYPD


✖ Digging DeeperXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Life Story◂◂

❖[shoot for two paragraphs min.]
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Personality◂◂

❖ Sarcastic
❖ Self-neglecting
❖ Persuasive
❖ Bitter

[raiga zero]

SIR HERPDERP WAS THE MOST FEARED KNIGHT IN ALL OF THE LAND. WITH ONE SWEEP OF HIS SWORD, HE COULD LEVEL CITIES. HE HAD A GIANT DRAGON NAMED CUDDLEKINS WHO LOVED SIR HERPDERP WITH ALL OF ITS HEART AND IT DIDN'T LET ANYONE HURT HIM. NOT THAT ANYONE COULD - SIRHERPDERP WAS THE SON OF THE KING OF THE GODS, TROLLALOT.

(this was a test lol.)

[raiga zero]

please include samples in link form.
my post thread.
The posts there are somewhat old, so if you'd like to see more recent ones I will upload some more posts~. Akuhei Koneko was my previous account. x3


______________________the ( DESPERATE ) HALF-BROTHER
_________________________________ LORENCE ALARIC GVINN

▁▁ ⋮ ✿ ` F - LOWER ↺ white carnation
▁▁ ⋮ ✿ ` M - EANING ↺ remembrance
▁▁ ⋮ ✿ ` A - GE ↺ eighteen
▁▁ ⋮ ✿ ` G - ENDER ↺ male
▁▁ ⋮ ✿ ` U - SERNAME ↺ bippa-san

For as long as I can remember, I had never been anyone important. If anything, I was smothered; stifled like a gasp, hidden like something ugly. Then I learned why: I was the king’s illegitimate heir. If the PURPLE LILY ever learned about my existence, she would kill me. When the Resistance formed to combat her belligerence, I was all too willing to join them. I look up to the STRIPED CARNATION and the HYDRANGEA for their ferocity and skill in battle, and one day I hope to be like them. This said, if they disagree with my position as future King ... I will have no option but to destroy them. I will take the PURPLE LILY’s place on the throne … I must. For my mother and father, for my kingdom … I must defeat her. Failure is not an option.

[raiga zero]

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For hours he had been walking briskly through the tight, filthy streets of Runitah for, at the very least, several hours. He had planned on arriving at the resistance meeting early, so that he might collect his thoughts on the approaching ball that the Queen – his half-sister – was currently organising. Not that it really mattered whether or not he attended the meeting, or even the event itself, he thought bitterly. His opinion had remained unchanged since the first day he had joined the Resistance, and he knew that even today, none of the others would be willing to accept it: the murder of the Queen. Had he the option, Lorence would have walked into the palace by now and carved her heart out with his sword.

He glanced over his shoulder at one of the Queen’s guards. He was dressed in purple and had the graceful form of a lily carved into his pale bronze breastplate. The soldier himself was young, but apparently rather sharp, and had been following Lorence through the streets like a hawk. No matter how he wound back and forth, he could not lose the soldier. And this irked him. ‘I am not far from the tunnel … but I cannot get there without alerting this fellow to the position of the resistance. And then, no matter how things go, it’ll end badly; either with his death or with the uncovering of the rebellion.’ The illegitimate royal frowned, uncertain of what action he should take. He could continue travelling through the maze of Runitah, but at the risk that this guard would approach him at last or that he would miss the meeting altogether. Brows furrowed, Lorence glanced once more and saw that the guard was indeed still there. Despite the numerous children that hovered about, searching frantically for a meal, it was clear that none of them was willing to harass the soldier. A shame, but one he’d just have to adjust to.

Lorence was stubborn, and perhaps a bit headstrong, but he was not a fool. He knew that despite his enviable heritage, his background was still a humble one; a fatherless wench’s boy who’d never held a sword in his life. Despite his time with his resistance his determination in training had not lifted his skill to a level that was necessary to challenge the queen’s personal servants … and have a chance of surviving the incident. Instead, for now, Lorence’s confidence remained in his bow and arrows. But that would all have to change, wouldn’t it? The hunting tools of a commoner were not sufficient as weapons for a future-king. Thankfully, although he had little idea as to how he would use it, his sword hung dutifully at his hip. He had purchased it, and his fine armour, with the gold the King had left with his mother to support the child with. She had wisely chosen not to use it at the time, and instead had concealed it for her son.

Now he almost looked the part of a Knight. Almost, that was; Lorence lacked the aura of sheer strength and willpower, and moved like a hunter in the forest would: a little bit bent at the knees, as if he was going to fall into a crouch and hide in the rubble, or run to climb the nearest building. Even if he planned such an elaborate escape, the armour was far too heavy and obstructing for the illegitimate prince to attempt such a move. Instead, he kept with his plan of stalking away from the guard in the hope that he’d eventually abandon the act. Eventually, Lorence’s patience proved to be fruitful; the guard vanished without a trace, most likely returning to his original post so that he could be relieved of it. The fair-haired boy sighed in relief, and then made his way to the bridge.

The caverns beneath Becklin were, to be frank, foul. Lorence clapped a gauntlet over his face, almost choking with the effort to not inhale the stench. His free hand carried a bundle of blue fabric, which was in fact the youth’s unclasped cloak. Materials like it were not as easily washed as metal and leather, and he didn’t care for the possibility of it dragging through the waste. At last he entered a stone room and released his nose and mouth with a soft sigh. The meeting area of the resistance was not a large space, but it was mostly empty of the waste he’d previously encountered. The only real reminder of the fact that they remained in the sewers was, of course, the smell; as well as the dozens of scaled and furry vermin that scampered across the tiled floor.

He nodded at the other resistance members quickly. “Forgive my lateness,” he mumbled, suddenly aware how his face was flushed with embarrassment. Lorence remained where he was in a lame, and somewhat already ruined, attempt not to disturb their discussion. He had entered just in time to hear Hadrian speak about the fact that this was a mission to gain evidence only. Despite his best efforts, the queen’s half-brother couldn’t help but feel somewhat bitter about that. ‘I’ll be so close and yet …’ His hand balled into a fist at his side, but Lorence did not bother to argue the issue. Instead, he forced himself to lose all anger and frustration on the subject by listening to Elpis, who was quarrelling with a rat.


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