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 Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 11:24 am
Malachai had drifted off into thought, as the blonde beside him began to stir. The prince moved so that Peyton could have room to sit up, a hand sliding behind him to support the small of his back. Malachai took the wet cloth, now barely clinging to his forehead and smiled. "You're joking, right? That was the most eventful hour I've had since I've been detained to my room. Don't apologize, Peyton," he replied, chuckling. Setting the wet cloth aside, the heat user's warm hand grabbed the other's wrist firmly, but gently. "I really don't think you're in any condition to go yet, though. Here, sit back," he offered, turning to prop the pillows against the headboard.
"Besides... I haven't opened my present yet. And I'll tell you a secret if you can keep it," he added with a sly grin.
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Muertian was fine to take the reigns in their activities as well. He simply preferred to ask his guests first. It was a matter of polite character... and well, the womanizing prince had learned that females were keen on polite gentlemen. "Hmm... I'm thinking we should get a refreshment and then go sit. Walking to the window, and continuing their conversation, he ordered two fizzy drinks and a bag of kettlecorn.
"Oh, right. I see. I understand a little... I have a brother who makes things difficult, also! He likes to petrify people that annoy him. It makes things rather bothersome in our relationship. You see, I can make him ancient and ugly, and he can make me a garden gnome statue or... kill me on the spot. Our sibling quarrels don't end very wel--Rosaline? I'm sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood. Don't worry. I won't hurt Maar if it'll just make things harder for you. Okay?" Muertian wore a concerned frown as he handed the pink-haired boy his drink and led him to their seats. Once seated he added, "Although, I would like very much to bloody his nose for you if he ever makes things difficult for you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 11:43 am
[[I know it was a while ago that I described just what Peyton got for people, so I'll remind you whether or not you need it... XD He got Chai a glass ornament, or something...I think. XD]]
"Well, you must be really bored if someone fainting has brought you some sort of entertainment," Peyton murmured, a spark lighting up blue eyes as he ran a hand through, now damp, fair hair, shaking off the prince's grasp as he settled back against the mountain of pillows with a sigh of defeat. "And what sort of secret? It better be a good one," the ranger said before sitting forward just a bit, curling his legs against him as he sought to watch the prince open what he'd gotten for him. He had just wanted to give Malachai his gift and then run, but that hadn't happened and with the prospect of a possibly juicy secret there was no way he was leaving now, even if it meant he'd had to go through the torture of the formal smile and thank you he'd receive due to his lame gift.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 1:06 pm
((Phwoar. Taking a break from homework and commishes to come back and RP. <3
Also, just a thought, this whole story line with the Julian/Sayael/across the Wall/Maar/Rosaline/etc. is my pet story... I've been wanting to, for a while, write it as my own story because I have so much more depth to it than when I began... Besides which, with those parts as dead as they have become, I am not sure if I will ever be able to carry out all the things I have planned. If I did this, I would, of course, rework the non-mine characters so it wouldn't be conflicting or like I was stealing anyone's characters or anything, but they would probably be similar. So, yeah, if anyone objects to this then please let me know. I s'pose I'd best PM Nolas since he hasn't stopped by this thread in a while. 8D;;; ))
Rosaline wasn't one who was good at leading others. He was a quiet rose and was very rarely asked his opinion. He was bad at making decisions upon anything apart from his dresses and so overly timid that he never raised a fuss when his wishes was over ruled by those of someone else. But, it was true... he did like how polite Maar was -- it was such a huge difference to go from his so-called brother, who was so incredibly cruel, to Maar who was... Maar was just so kind to Rosaline. The rose never knew quite what to do when met with that kindness because it was so incredibly different to what he was used to.
He nodded slowly at the other's decision. He'd might as well get something to drink -- maybe some water.... he could drink other drinks as well, though nothing strong, but water was always the best (as well as his favorite). That bubbly drink earlier had been very interesting, though. He wathced as the other made his purchase, standing slightly off to the side so that he could talk with the other without getting in the way of others who wished to pruchase food items. And it was a fizzy drink this time. Hmm. Well, he'd need to disperse the intense sugars with water later, but he might as well enjoy himself while he was with Maar.
A small laugh and the rose's hands raised to cover his lips and the helpless smile that was displayed there. From the sound of it, Muertian didn't much like his brother but at least they were on at least somewhat even footing. And, besides, the way the prince described it just sounded so... so... comical. He knew it couldn't be, but... it sounded rather nice -- apart from the whole killing thing and that sort. Rosaline's relationship with Maar was entirely one-sided in any matter of strength -- but he kept that thought from his mind so as not to grow depressed. The rose smiled slowly and lowered his hands to rest, fingers intertwined, in front of his chest.
"No... it's alright. And... thank you, you really did help cheer me up. I'm sorry for being so dismal. I just... am not all that fond of my brother is all." There, he had said it. The rose's heart was beating ever so quickly, a light flush on his cheeks. He had never said such a thing before and though he knew it to be true and had thought it many times, saying it out loud somehow made him feel... stronger, which was incredibly rare for the rose. The rose followed the other to the seats, sitting beside him and taking the offered drink. There was a light smile on his lips now and his dark eyes seemed much brighter -- happier -- than before.
"No... it's alright. I can deal with Maar in my own way," the seamstress replied. It was... well, it was somewhat true, at least. The real truth was, though, that he simply didn't want Muertian to get in deeper than he could handle. But, of course, the rose could not say any such thing without being rude or causing the other to become curious -- both of which he could not afford. So the rose remained quiet on that account, a bit of a smile on his lips as he slowly sipped the fizzy drink.
((Yes, by the way, Rosy is currently my inspirational character. 8D;;; ))
*****
((Arright, well, Haar will have to know that because Alti doesn't know when Novias is. 8D;;; ))
Alti nodded slowly as the other explained himself. He rather wished Haar had just gone out and said it in the first place, though, rather than trying to be such a sneak. Well, whatever -- he knew Haar was just trying to take care of him as best he could and that, at least, made the boy happy. Haar really... cared about him. He had to surpress the smile caused by that thought because he didn't want Haar to think that he was happy with the other leaving.
On the other hand, though, if Haar was gone then Alti would be able to find him a Novias present without raising any suspicion from the man. He didn't know when Novias was, though.... Well, he'd might as well get his shopping done now so that whenever it happened he could be ready!
Alti frowned slightly at the question. Happy... on his own? It took him several moments to realise what Haar was refering to and then --oh. Well, that wasn't too happy of a memory. The boy shrugged. "Not... really. That was the day I got a prince super pissed at me, remember? And in the end I felt really bad because you were all wounded... again," the teen murmured, brow furrowed slightly. A small frown now presiding on his lips, he said, "You need to stop doing that, by the way -- getting wounded, I mean. It's not very good for your health." He gave the man a bit of a cheeky grin and then added, "Or mine for that matter."
[EDIT]
Some images--
Sayael
Jillian
Sayael as a kid [unfinished, obviously]
Alti when he was a masochist
Enoth and Pandora [Jillian's Parents]/Erika and Red [Alti's parents]
So there we go... I haven't done much art for this thread recently... though there is a pic I did of Rosy... too lazy to get the link right now, tho. 8D;;; [it's in my shop if anyone wants to see it]
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:15 am
[[I didn't realize that Maar and Rosaline were tied to Jillian, Dax, Faryn, etc.'s storyline. I don't mind roleplaying Faryn. I actually enjoy roleplaying Faryn- I'm sorry I let that character just drop off the side of the planet because I built him up with a family life and everything. I think I went on vacation and then came back and went straight to college and then I just didn't see any posts for that storyline since I'd been hiatusing. I like the Wall plot- but I was worried we weren't going to revive it. Sorry for not attempting to do so if it was important to you, Mint.
I'm a little confused. You want to turn that part of the rp in to a ficlet? If that's the case, I'm okay with it. I'll miss rping with you this way, but I'm sure I can do that through a different character. Do you want me to reply to Rosaline's post, then? Or what should I do?]]
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:24 am
((Yesss. Rosy isn't really an important character per se, but he is important in the sense that he greatly affects some important characters. Like Maar. And Maar is heavily tied to across the Wall. You know the whole "father crossed" thing? *hint hint* It's that. By the way, though there is no direct mention of this father crossing, through our RP and the other people who have crossed it is implied that he has crossed the Wall. 8D;;;
Not a ficlet. I mean drawing it out and everything.... once I get unlazy/good enough to carry it out. And don't worry, since my story is rather a bit... different from what has happened thus far, there will be no problem with having both. Besides, I love RPing with you so I don't want to discontinue that. <3 And yeah, reply to whatever you want [Faryn or Rosy or both ninja ]. I just really wanted to get the Rosy/Maar part of the plot going because they make important stuff happen. 8D;;;;; [besides, Rosy is inspiring me right now so I want to RP him] Apart from that, uhm.... I'unno. But, gorsh, I've had so much stuff planned for months. I really hope I'll get to reveal it before I start plot spilling. 8D;;;; ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:40 pm
[[Spill the plot, spill the plot. -chants-
-retreats for the hills-]]
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:47 pm
((I just might have to. Only if Sona's okay with it, tho. I don't want to ruin everything for her if she doesn't want it revealed unaturally. 8D;;;; ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:52 pm
[[You can Pm me if I want, it's not like my characters have anything to do with that plot so it won't spoil anything for me. I did the same for her, I told her...well, no one knows Haar's full background except me (muawahaha) but I did tell her what I was going to do with Peyton before I started rping him with Malachai...
Oh and...yeah, sorry for not posting and just interrupting your post. I...damn Haar and his lack of inspiration. Let me rephrase that, curse ALL MY CHARACTERS. mad I think I just have writer's block and/or lack of interest for everything right now save for my own stories.]]
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:00 pm
[[I don't mind. I don't know if Nolas plans to return. It's up to you, and I think it's taken a really long time to get where we are... it doesn't matter to me. n_n]]
Faryn shrugged, entirely unsure how to answer the green-haired male. Indeed it would be rather odd for the townspeople to recognize Jillian as a person of importance if he had never been in this place before. Pools of jet black glanced at Jillian before Faryn made for the door. "I don't know. Will you--" The proud prince frowned, troubled at having to swallow his ego to ask for help. "Will you come with me, Jillian? I'm hungry and they only pay attention to your questions... please."
Taking hold of Rosaline's hand as the lights began to dim for the show, Muertian conceded to the rose's will with a nod. "Hm. Okay, then, if you insist." Eyeing the other boy's smile, a warmth came over the prince for having cheered the other up, and he relished in the fact that he had done so. It was like a game... Rosaline was upset about something and he'd go to whatever lengths necessary to get his prize- that smile. It was a enchanting one, he'd be the first to admit. There was an attractive force about the rose that he was being drawn to, but rather Muertian saw it as mere infatuation with a new toy. And right now, he wanted his toy to be as happy as possible so he could see that smile more.
Slipping his arm around the other's shoulders, Muertian payed attention to the show, but his eyes occasionally wandered over to check to see how Rosaline felt about the spectacle.
When house lights came back up, crowds of people headed for the doors all at once. Muertian sought out the rose's pale hand again, murmuring in 'her' ear, "Don't want to lose you, now do I?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 9:01 pm
That smile remained on the rose's lips throughout the entire show. It was quite enchanting, really -- so full of light and movement and color that Rosaline, despite his nervous excitement at being so close to Muertian, could hardly take his eyes off the show. Despite his incredibly long life, he had never seen such a thing before. It was one of those things that made the rose realise just how incredibly sheltered he had been before the prince invited him to the festival. This was a breath of fresh air -- a breath of life, really -- and it was so incredibly invigorating for the flower that he seemed to almost glow in that peculiarly enchanting radiance that only those with that certain inhuman beauty could posess. It wasn't eerie but it was rather... breath taking. Rosaline, for his part, was completely oblivious to this and, more than not, oblivious also to the other's occasional glances his way. What he did notice, however, was the arm that had found its way casually around his shoulder, causing him to blush rather nicely. That bright color remained on his face for the rest of the spectacle and showed no sign of waning as the other took his hand for "practical" purposes.
Rosaline nodded slowly, unable to disguise the rather bubbly smile that colored his lips. Dark eyes glanced slowly up at the other, that faint blush persisting across his fair features. "Ehh... ah, where are we headed now....?" he asked.
**
Jillian seemed rather surprised but, even through the immense shroud of feelings and memories and doubts that crowded him like a murder of crows, he seemed... rather pleased, to tell the truth. It was rare that the prince make such a request of him -- or, really, a request at all as the other was quite capable of ordering him. And though Jillian's mind was still filled with a million fortunate things, a faint smile formed on his lips as he nodded. "I would be happy to do so," he responded, his voice as soft and gentle as ever. When in the Kingdoms, Jillian had always found it easy to act happy and up beat even when he didn't feel so. Here, however, it was nearly impossible. It was hard, therefor, for him to show Faryn a pleasant face -- except that it really wasn't acting because he was glad that the prince had... asked him. It showed they were growing closer, right? Or, at least, that was what Jillian hoped....
The mint-haired diplomat stood up slowly and made his way to the door, opening it slowly. "After you," he said. It was such a familiar act -- one he had performed so often that it was now habbit.
((Can't remember exactly where Jillian is, but I hope this works.....))
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 6:33 pm
Mint Thimble
Alti nodded slowly as the other explained himself. He rather wished Haar had just gone out and said it in the first place, though, rather than trying to be such a sneak. Well, whatever -- he knew Haar was just trying to take care of him as best he could and that, at least, made the boy happy. Haar really... cared about him. He had to surpress the smile caused by that thought because he didn't want Haar to think that he was happy with the other leaving.
On the other hand, though, if Haar was gone then Alti would be able to find him a Novias present without raising any suspicion from the man. He didn't know when Novias was, though.... Well, he'd might as well get his shopping done now so that whenever it happened he could be ready!
Alti frowned slightly at the question. Happy... on his own? It took him several moments to realize what Haar was referring to and then --oh. Well, that wasn't too happy of a memory. The boy shrugged. "Not... really. That was the day I got a prince super pissed at me, remember? And in the end I felt really bad because you were all wounded... again," the teen murmured, brow furrowed slightly. A small frown now presiding on his lips, he said, "You need to stop doing that, by the way -- getting wounded, I mean. It's not very good for your health." He gave the man a bit of a cheeky grin and then added, "Or mine for that matter."
He could always dream.
[[I don't know what's happening anymore. gonk ]]
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 12:28 pm
Muertian deigned to not arrange an agenda for the rest of the day. Naturally, his shoulders rose into a shrug. He smiled and glanced around at the crowd before resting his hip against the edge of an armrest. "No idea. I'll admit, I don't know this Kingdom very well, Rosaline, and my father never said I had the brightest sense of direction. I think he favored my brother a bit more over myself. Good thing he kept Faryn and I apart growing up, though. We would've tore each other apart in rows. But..." The blonde trailed off, his pensive countenance morphing into a devious grin. Turning his bright blue eyes on the other, the prince suggested, "Let's go exploring. Anywhere. Everywhere. Besides... the notion of getting lost somewhere with you sounds rather inviting."
Faryn stepped through the threshold first, a unsettling feeling in his stomach. He was accustomed to servants performing such tasks. But Jillian?
Jillian shouldn't. For some unfathomable reason, the darn moss-head had gotten it into his brain that he was a servant of some sort. It was ridiculous.
It annoyed and irritated the chromed-haired teen to no end that he suddenly had this... this debt. Jillian had saved his life, pumped air back into his breathless lungs after the accident, and there was no way to repay such an act.
'Please! Father! No- it's my fault! Don't hurt him!'
Relentless as always, the King did not oblige his son.
'Quiet. You are not to have such a pathetic excuse of a pet. Your mongrel ruined an extremely expensive armchair of mine!'
An animal's cry pierced the room, and the boy's hands reached for his pet.
'Father, I'll watch him, you don't have to--'
'Me? Oh, you mistake me, Faryn. I will not be the one to put your pet out of its misery. You will.'
'.... can't we just... let him go? Please?' A tear-streaked cheek brushed up against his puppy's quivering fur, arms receiving his battered body.
'He'll die from the pain he's in eventually. Punishment is absolute, boy. Wipe your face and use your magic, and don't you dare bring in anymore strays. Ungrateful child.'
Feeling rather than seeing the limp body in his arms, Faryn hugged it to himself.
The King scoffed. 'Release it, it is dead.'
Faryn murmured, 'Mother was dead, you could not let her go. I thought Death was simply rite of passage in our Kingdom. Am I to release you like I will the dog when you leave me?'
Within moments, the son was knocked to the floor, the dead pet taken forcibly from his arms and thrown across the room. 'Your Mother was my Queen, amongst other things. I am your King- not to mention your father. That was a mutt. A dirty, foul, stray mutt which you were protecting after it destroyed something of value to me! How dare you pretend to love such a thing. We do not love and protect things that are below us. We are simply kind to them so that they keep working for us and do not steal.'
Helping his son back up, the King forced the boy to look him in the eye. "If you're going to fight with someone, fight with someone you know you can't leave- and who can not leave you. Your brother, for example. Do not kill him, but fight all you like."
Faryn nodded, a little begrudgingly. "I do not understand why you made me kill it, Father. I wasn't that attached to it. I would've let it go."
The King gazed at his son coldly in a judging manner. "Because you were lying to me about it for weeks. You loved that slobbery little creature, and I needed to make a point." Leaving the boy in the room alone with his slaughter, the King left for his evening activities.
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Faryn waited for Jillian a moment before taking off through the hotel lobby, completely ignoring Dax and Sayael's antics and leading the way into the small town's square. He'd been there that morning and had checked out a few shops. Recognizing a tavern, the pale prince moved toward it and pointed at the sign, 'Alda's Ale and Grille.'
"Is this okay?" he asked Jillian, having pulled open this door himself and holding the handle of it so it stayed open behind himself for the other.
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Ruehl passed through the halls of his castle with only one strong agenda in mind: Mother. Oh, WHAT, had that woman spilled to those damned judges he would really like to know. Indeed, the fiery-headed prince was dismissing her ardently curious ladies as he marched through her wing of the castle to knock on his mother's door. She answered hesitantly.
'Yes, sweetheart?'
"May I come in?" He asked, not waiting for reply. Inside his mother's chambers, the question most prominently on his mind came pouring out, soon to be followed by the most absurd accusation he'd ever heard.
"What did you tell them about my considering abdication?! They think I'm in on kidnapping Dad!"
The Queen seemed troubled by this, and motioned for her boy to sit. He refused. "Sweetheart, we both know with the laws the way they are- there is no way you could pursue this young man you claim to have feelings for unless you abdicated your title. Your father was an extremely healthy man. We're aged, but... we're not sick. He thrives on his job as King. He loves it. There have been many people who have tried to work out laws and present them to him with legislation for this sort of thing... but we don't want favoritism in our government. If a noble married a serf, there'd be all kinds of ill feelings among the other serfs toward that noble about why that one serf gets to rise above in status. Likewise, other nobles then have to accept a serf into their social circles. It divides people. It isn't right. It causes too much conflict. As far as your father is concerned, that's completely absurd- there is no connection. I only told them what I thought they should know."
"And what did you think that was? They weren't at all curious as to why?" His mother looked serenely at her furious son. For a woman with such pure fire blood, the Queen knew how to control her temper. "MOM!" But the prince then silenced himself, his tongue burning, as if a flame had scorched it.
"Temper, Ruehl," she murmured. Eyes that matched the shade of her son's looked out the window. Glancing at him, she informed, "I didn't say anything about Shay Haar, don't worry. They were curious, so I told them that you were just young and concerned if being King was your true calling or if you were considering clergy work or something." She smiled, this time a little worriedly. "Are you worried about your father?"
".... Of course," He nodded, "I hope he's okay." Reaching out for his mother, Ruehl pulled her into a supportive embrace. "Don't worry, he'll be okay." Feeling a pang of regret for having interrogated her so suddenly when she was vulnerable, the prince stayed with her for about an hour before departing to find Haar.
Abdication, or no abdication... he was going to find that slippery Commander.
[[whoa. word vomit, haha]]
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 2:27 pm
Alti nodded slowly, a slightly pensive expression on his pale features. He knew Haar could only keep himself out of danger to a certain extent... it wasn't as if the man had any sort of control over the other side or how dangerous a job was. He was a man of the military and a slave to his Kingdom, though with slightly better wages. Alti wished that he could... relieve Haar of that but he didn't know if he could... say that or... he couldn't. It was too weird, right? Another frown spread slowly across the teen's lips before he pushed those thoughts aside and cleared his expression.
"So when do you... have to leave?" Alti asked, trying not to sound too down-hearted. At least he would be able to shop for a present for Haar, right?
**
Rosaline nodded slowly, a small smile lighting up his expression. His cheeks were still flushed with that faint hint of rouge, a small touch that mirrored the crimson of his lips and the pink of his hair. "That sounds very nice...." he replied, the flush brightening slightly at the other's words. Perhaps it was because Rosaline was so unexperienced with anything the least bit romantic, but even the slightest of the other's words or hints that Muertian might just possibly like him seemed to send a small thrill through the rose's entire body. It was just all so intoxicating, so... enchanting.
**
But that was how Jillian was. There were no servants here to do such a thing and though Jillian most certainly did not think so lowly of himself, he knew that his position was far below that of Faryn. Besides, it was a very natural gesture for the diplomat. Perhaps it was the years spent without servants, but the mint-haired diplomat had learned that such actions showed consideration and were, generally, appriciated no matter how slight they were. Performing such a slight thing now seemed to be of no consequence for the male.
Jillian followed Faryn out, his near-black gaze noting the many happenings around himself as the exited the inn. More than a few people glanced up to look at them -- or, more correctly, Jillian -- but as the male had already asked them to ceased their unneccessary staring, their gaze did not remain for too long.
Out to the tavern and Faryn had opened the door before Jillian could get to it. The diplomat uttered a small "thank you," accompanied by a smile -- more natural gestures -- before glancing around himself. "Yes," he murmured. "It's fine."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:51 pm
[[Slippery Commander? gonk That puts too many...interesting...images in my head. You need to find a new color for Malachai, I always think Muertian posts are going to be for him and then get all confused. ;w;]]
While Kaelin was busy catching up with his in-laws for breakfast, Julian decided it was high time he checked if the festival had anything else to offer. And by checking around he really meant spying on Alti. And by spying on Alti it truly boiled down to threatening him some more, maybe even see how the bruises he inflicted were holding up. With a curl of thin lips, the young man brushed several willowy fingers through fine hair as he mused to himself. Perhaps he could scare the teen into breaking things with Haar, and with how very close Haar kept his feelings to himself that very gesture would most probably crush him. Or maybe he would taunt the truth out of the romantically-naive boy. Smoothing out a dark blue, crisp shirt the ice native schemed as he passed through the busy crowds already forming around the festival's merchant areas. Although no one would give the noble information on Haar's whereabouts, Alti on the other hand was easy to trace. He wasn't looking Haar anyway, he'd dropped his little hunt for the Commander, he'd, instead, focus all his energy on the teen who had supposedly captured the soldier's affections.
Haar straightened up from his position against the doorway, "I'm not sure, I'll have to contact Cy--"
"I'm surprised you haven't already, you're usually more on top of things, Commander." Standing in the hallway was Peyton's teacher, the twenty-something male who oversaw the rangers' specialized training, General Cyrus Gentre. Pushing away wavy, sand-colored hair the grey-eyed male sighed a little before pushing a piece of paper into the younger soldier's chest. "Your schedule. Apparently Fayst needed more opinions on the case..." Eyes flickered towards the storms native for just a second. "...about you know what~ I expect you in ten outside with a horse. We'll decide who gets to go inspect the borders," Cyrus muttered, watching Haar hurriedly scan through the paper before packing a bag of essentials.
"You might want to pack more than that, we'll be working nonstop until we remedy this case, or so says Fayst," the blonde muttered before explaining he'd see Haar by the festival's entrance soon.
Folding the piece of paper given to him, Haar finished packing, swinging the bag over his shoulder. "Sooner than I hoped," he said to Alti, answering his earlier question with a frown. Fingering through the younger male's hair gently, the soldier opened his mouth to speak but stopped, closing it. After a few short moments, Haar murmured a quick, "Happy Novias," before heading for the door.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 8:18 pm
Alti watched the goings-on, keeping his expression decidedly opaque and unemotional. He didn't want... Cyrus, was it? to read anything into him -- not if Haar didn't want it. And, Alti realised with a sudden stab of displeasure, he didn't know what Haar wanted of him. Alti didn't know how to act in front of whom so that he wouldn't... wouldn't cause any trouble for the man. Haar's world was so introcate and delicate -- the slightest of insults might send him into dangerous situations. Alti didn't know how to act in order to uphold the other's standards and obligations -- in other words, he failed the first requirement of a... a... a lover? He wasn't exactly... Haar's... lover. They'd only barely kissed, so... so he was Haar's "significant other" or something like that....
The boy frowned softly, not quite sure what to make of his own thoughts -- except that they all seemed to point him out as an utter failure. He was taken from those thoughts, however, as Haar spoke to him. Bright golden-orange eyes rose to the other's face and he nodded slowly. "H...Happy Novias, Haar," he replied, watching as the other left. Alti sighed slowly after Haar had departed, feeling a huge weight sinking into him -- or maybe it had already been doing that and he was only now feeling it? He really wasn't sure..... But he couldn't help but feel pessimistic and depressed for all he wanted to think that everything would befine. In order to combat that feeling, he decided to distract himself with the task of finding Haar a present. And so he set about getting ready to go outside, quickly donning his jacket before pulling a warm cap down over his ears and a scarf across his neck. Light Kingdom or not, it was still winter and undeniably cold.
Alti headed outside, several minutes behind Haar and bursting with both hope and apprehension, both of which were targetted at the matter of finding Haar a present. Hope because, what with all the different shops, there was bound to be something for the man -- but apprehension because he had no idea of what that something might be because, he had realised, he knew nothing of the soldier's taste. But he couldn't allow that to discourage him, right? He was trying to be more optimistic, after all!
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