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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:05 pm
 Location: Hallway outside of the library with a man and a very large dust bunny Kingdom: Fortitude Hubris Title: Abesent minded Servant
Through her sneezes and the dust Ella noticed the guy who had just come from the library beckoning her to follow him away from the dust cloud. She lowered her head and walked to the other side of the hallway where he was standing. When Ella looked back she saw that the dust was settling a little bit, and that now she was going to have to sweep. Sigh. “I am terribly sorry Sir. I had no idea the vase was going to be so….dusty.” she said while watching the floor. The man scolded her, telling Ella that she was lucky he was not a royal or else something worse might have happened. ‘I am just thankful you are not from the Hubris Kingdom’ the servant thought before looking up at the man. He had asked her a peculiar question, something that not many people asked a servant; What was wrong her?
What was wrong? Oh, many things were wrong right now. The fact that she had disturbed another person in the castle with her carelessness would surely get her in trouble if any Hubris family member found out. But the thing bothering her most was that she wanted to know about her parents and could not figure out a way to do so. And for heavens sake she couldn’t just tell this man that. She didn’t even know him! Not mention he looked much more important than a servant. “I am sorry Sir, nothing is wrong really. I just did not realize how much dust would be in that vase. I will surely be careful next time, I promise. Is there anything I can do for you to make up for bothering you the way I did?” Out Of Character: Sorry for the short post Scorpio. Wanted to get out an Ella post for you just incase this head cold turns into something worse @_@
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:48 pm
Location: Gardens.  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
Oh…how to go about dealing with this. Worry coursed through Evony; overpowered her almost entirely, but bashfulness rivaled it well enough…kept her arm from moving away from her eyes. A flustered rouge danced over the apples of her cheeks, pale blue hues refusing to peek again at the man who lay before her. For a moment, the urge to yet again suggest acquiring a guards attention rose into her throat, but she left it unattended for the time being, hoping that the man would speak and shed some light on his situation; his need for her assistance.
When that answer came, all thoughts of propriety left the delicate princesses’ visage. The arm lowered without much thought, widened irises scouring Sokar’s face. ’H-he knows my name…knows me. But I’ve never-‘ The thoughts tapered quickly enough, a pouty set of lips falling agape when he spoke his name, ”I- o-oh…” Still, she forgot to be embarrassed about the man’s lack of clothing, a different sort of shock pulsating through her now, ”Sokar…?”
Could it truly be him? But he was… Evony leaned forward, hands nervously playing with some of the loose fabrics of her gown; kept her distance from him still, but looked to meet his eyes…eyes which she knew. Which, along with the gruff tenor in his voice, were very familiar; known.
”Sokar!”
Thought left her as she closed the distance between them, bantam hands extending towards the gardener who’s form was still crumpled forward on the ground, and therefore more level with her, and encircling themselves loosely about his face in an affectionate, albeit thoughtless manner. The princesses’ eyes remained expansive, moisture dappling the corners as she looked him over once more, ”What’s happened?” The girl spared a moment; stole a brief glance around the gardens, but found nothing which could immediately explain his condition. Some of the more intelligent plants were in an uproar, their worries for the wolf-man spilling forth into the air, accosting Evony’s senses, threatening to cloud them…but they could form no clear picture for her; could answer none of the questions which crawled across her tongue, ”What cruel magic has done this to you?”
Oh, he seemed so shaken! So devastated! And Evony, with all of her might, wanted to emphasize…she knew that he had preferred his wolf-form to the werehuman one, and as such couldn’t even begin to imagine what a trial this must be for him.
Another voice cut through the tension around them, one wracked with familiarity; someone she had only recently conversed with, and the dainty princess turned a set of pale eyes to see the lady Corinne. The woman’s words pulled her from her panic stricken state, if only enough for her to yet again recall that Sokar was nude, and with a resulting squeak, she craned her gaze upwards—more so that it was level with Corrinne’s soft features, and with Sokar’s eyes. Even still, she didn’t depart from his side; she’d not let her embarrassment override her need to help someone so dear to her heart.
”Lady Corrine…It’s Sokar, the castle gardener.” The gentle timbre of Evony’s voice cracked slightly as she went on, one hand reaching out to stroke the man’s face- very nearly looking to rub an ear that was no longer stationed at the top of his head, ”Someone, or something has…changed him. Please, we have to…” Flaxen hair tumbled about her shoulder as she let her gaze flip rapidly between those in her company, a question looming on her tongue, ”Do you think that…Veritas, might help?”
The question filtered into the air, permeated with the girl’s hesitance on the matter; her natural distrust for the man who ruled over the castle more than evident. Of course, there was nothing in her which would realize the tension which could boil between the two in her company, for she knew nothing of Sokar’s relationship with the Wrathian kingdom.
((OOC: Ahhh sorry for the quality of this post : ( If i missed anything or need to change anything pleaaase let me know.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 10:44 am
  Envy shoots at others and wounds itself. Envy prevents joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy  *~Location: Altonair's Quarters – In the company of: Nathaniel, Max, Soren, Mary, Amber, Naedira (momentarily)~*
Perhaps, visiting Rosalie would cheer her up. Of course, first she'd have to go through the shock of finding Max alive again, Altonair hoped that she would be quick to fling away all feelings of shock and immediately embrace dear Maxwell's return. Nathaniel's idea of a small reunion did elicit a small flicker of worry within the dark-haired prince, but Altonair was quick to see the potential remedy to Rosalie's spiraling health/mindset.
And to have Nathaniel see Maxwell (clean and slightly more approachable) was a joy, as the previous slight shock and terror that once graced Nathaniel's features was now gone. He was right to only keep his hand in Max's hair for a moment, as the undead brother was still feeling a bit unsatisfied in his hunger.
Altonair's eyes centered for a moment on Amber, unaware of who she was and curious as to find out. Amber, noticing his stare, felt her old self flood back into her: her much more confident self. She smiled at him, and waved rather than bow (as it is customary of nobles to do to the royal family). Altonair would have found this a bit offensive and child-like, but was a bit curious as to why she was acting so...familiar with him.
Altonair, a bit confused, brushed off the awkward moment by turning to Nathaniel. "Well, Nathaniel, let's hope this little reunion will bolster positive results. The last thing we need is for another Child of Envy to run from the sight of Max. Then again, Rosalie probably wouldn't be in the best condition to run, would she?" his somewhat dark sense of humor popped up suddenly, something that the family elf was not known for. It could be attributed to his slight apprehension at the idea. He had never seen Rosalie so shut out before, so the implications of her reaction to Max did little to ease his nervous mind from going over the negative endings possible.
"Prince Altonair..."
A familiar voice rang out from behind him, catching him by surprise. He turned his head slightly to see his fiance, Naedira, walk into his vision. "Oh, Lady Naedira. Hello there." he greeted politely, as usual. He let her become known with the group he was in, staying silent as she greeted Nathaniel, though he did seem to be a bit flustered as the Princess of Humility laid her eyes on Max's form. He expected at least a small yelp from her, and took a step forward. However, Naedira began speaking with Max, who grinned back up at Naedira innocently. "I'm as handsome as a corpse can be, miss!" the deceased youth chimed, a small bit of bashfulness cracking through his kiddo facade.
Amber, on the other hand, found this new woman's appearance a bit...unsettling. She had greeted her Dear Altonair with too much familiarity, and she looked too elegant to be a knight or servant. She couldn't exactly conclude anything of Naedira yet though, when she knew nothing of her. Still, she could never be sure. For now, she just offered Naedira a slight nod when her eyes passed her.
And then Naedira introduced herself to them. That gave Amber some information. So, this was a Princess of Humility, Naedira. Still, that didn't really give her a reason to like her immediately. For all she knew, she could be trying to romance herself with Altonair. She hoped that wasn't the case.
Though, when the princess's touch reached Altonair's arm, she couldn't help but feel a spike of emotion run through her core. Was this...no...was she flirting with him?
Altonair, on the other hand, gave Naedira the needed attention as she spoke about her father, King Riley, and his desire to speak to him. About the engagement. Oh, the Envian Prince couldn't help but imagine a stern father figure ready to kill him for 'preparing to be wed to his loving daughter'. The unsettling (and admittedly amusing) ran quickly, leaving Altonair with a quick response. "Of course. I'll seek his presence when I have the time." he assured her, adding a small nod for confirmation.
Amber, not quite catching what Naedira had told Altonair due to her rising emotions, cocked her head to the side as she tried to make sense of this woman. This Princess.
Naedira then dismissed herself from the group, continuing on to her destination, wherever it was. A slightly annoyed Amber narrowed her eyes at Altonair, trying to gauge him and his relationship with this Naedira. She would probe him later for answers.
For now, Altonair returned his gaze to Nathaniel. "Well, I'm ready. Soren and Mary, if you wish to join us, I won't object."
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 6:51 pm
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice Rank: Sellsword Location: Hallway The trip back into the castle was, like the last few hours, a welcomed silence. Despite the Princess'... tattered appearance, and her choice entourage, they seemed to attract next to no attention. The only time Theoran was unsettled, was while they were waiting outside her room. The Lady Madelyne's meeting with her father would be a turning point, either the situation would improve, or become incredibly more difficult. Naturally, Theoran was anxious, but he knew how to hide it well. When Madelyne finally came back out and voice her choice to depart, Theoran silently returned her respectful bow, but as soon as she started off down the hall, his eyes shot to Xakstrazi, expecting him to say something. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to keep an eye on her.""You and me both," Theoran replied quietly but sternly. He wasn't looking to argue the point. If Xakstrazi hadn't volunteered to follow, Theoran probably wouldn't have given him a choice, not just because he was an Astral and their best defence against Xard, but when dealing with a demon, Theoran wanted another set of eyes. Following the Astral in almost deathly silence, a skill learnt from years of trying to walk quietly in platemail, Theoran didn't see the point of trying to conceal himself if Xakstrazi wasn't going to. But when he took to a wall, Theoran slid into the archway of a doorframe, probably not as deep as he would have liked, but in the dim light, you'd have to be looking for him to spot him. It was an involuntary action for Theoran to hold his breath after Madelyne knocked on the door.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:33 pm
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: Hallway, Humilty?...Ironic...
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
((I'll be probably having Soren go off somewhere in the next post, then come back. That way, the change in her picture won't be random, considering her hair is shorter in the picture and she is wearing green in the new picture...XD)) Soren noticed Nathenial approaching them. She noticed the friendly lit in his eyes and the nod. Admittedly, this made her tilt her head slightly. I knew Altonair was friendly to servants...but Nathenial is too? Soren had to admit. That made her gain a bit more liking towards him. However, that creeping feeling of her father in his stance made her not say a word. But, she did give a slight bow back, then stood up. Mary bowed to him as well and smiled, not sure what to say. Soren noticed Mary ended her bow the moment Nathenial started talking to Maxwell. Her eyes watched as the brothers interacted in a strange manner. I guess this can't be called anything but strange, considering we can't summon the dead like this normally.
A quick comment from Nathenial made Soren and Mary nod at the same time. They weren't sure if they were allowed to yet, but they wanted to come if they could. Though, Soren did notice Mary's eyes filled with something. It wasn't until Mary tugged at her sleeve and pointed to her bag, that Soren figured out the emotion. "You are not going to do what I think you are about to do, are you?" Soren whispered in a slightly nervous tone. Her friend's few moments of deviousness usually involved Mary trying Soren to get in touch with her feminine side. "You know that you are the last of your line! I worry that you will miss out on having a family if you wait too long!" She could still hear that conversation in her head. Before Mary could respond, Soren noticed a woman(Naedira) approaching.
She watched as the woman(Naedira) interacted with Altonair and Nathenial. By the looks of it, she is a royal. But of what kingdom? Soren watched as the woman(Naedira) interacted with Maxwell, surprised at how well she seemed to be taking in his state. Either she is a strange woman, or knows how to control herself real well. Then, the woman(Naedira) introduced herself. Immediately, Soren felt herself freeze. Luckily, her face froze in a calm expression. However, Mary could see the momentary lapse in control. Soren could tell Mary wished to help her, but Soren had told her many times not to compromise her. My past is something I will get over on my own....someday. But, Soren did feel an urge to introduce herself. But, Naedira went over to Altonair and then left before she could. Another time to connect to my mother...gone, because of my own issues.
Soren hated herself for that. Her memory of her sweet mother had been slowly fading away over time. She couldn't help but wish to find some connection to her. Even if it is just talking to a royal of her kingdom, I would be willing to do it. However, Naedira had already gone out of sight. Thus, it was useless now for Soren to linger on the loss.
The entire time, Mary had been paying attention to the noble woman(Amber). She could tell that something seemed off about her. For one, she didn't bow to Altonair. Even Mary knew that a noble should bow to their prince. The confusion of such on action left her full of questions. However, Soren tugging at her sleeve let her get out of her thoughts. "Something wrong?" Soren asked softly, Mary noticing a faint accent coming through her voice. An accent she could only guess from Soren's upbringing in Humility, with a combination of her time in Envy and Wraith. "Yeah. It's just...have you noticed the noble woman's(Amber) behavior?" Soren shook her head. "My mind is been on...other things..." Mary nodded. "I understand."
Then, Altonair asked if they wanted to come along. They looked at each other, almost wanting to giggle since they had already answered that question to Nathenial. However, they thought it would look rude and nodded to him instead. "We would like it if we could come, but if you or Prince Nathenial have any issue with it, we don't mind leaving." Soren told kindly and smiled slightly. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do sink beneath
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 3:45 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon 
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant
Location:Corridor
Martin's body had done something it had done before. It submerged him in a comma, to reset his required energy, and his regular energy emission usages. Such a reaction could have been seen once in a while when King Vincent pushed the boy(younger Martin) to his limits, and beyond.
His body had been taken after inspection to the mage's infermary to wait out the comma...he was monitorred at first, cleansed of his blood stain across the left side of his face, and left to wait out his bodies decision.
Several hours had passed, Martin occasionaly slightly moving, otherwise appearing already dead....The room he went to in his dreams was no longer dark it was styled remarkably like Dorian's bedroom, he sat and read basic lists and notes he had mentally collected in the past, for parchment rarely fell into his possession. He wondered if in this new place(the realm of Veritas) could help in his thirst for the written word. Only if it can help in getting close to Dorian. He had basic reading and writing skills, though he was far more adept at laborous task.
He did miss his freedom, though being tied to people, even in slavery was an enticing feeling. To be connected on such a level, it was familiar. Though certain things about this future of his seemed to daunt him, even terrify him. Would he still have purpose? Would he do more than simply become Dorian's other man? Something in that question sparked an emotion he had only felt briefly before an aggressive body guard(Tybs.) had interviened. And maybe it was....
Then something changed...the room seemed less tangable, and more ethereal. He noticed he was no longer sitting, but lying in a bed. That seemed to be styled like a cot, a temporary bed that is easily moved or carried to a new location. He sat there pain still eminating from his wound, he brushed a hand over it. The wound was not there but the pain was. Interesting, what could cause such a thing and so Martin trailed off seeming lost in his questions. This whole inquisitiveness being a disorientation caused from the trauma of the wound. It had healed but effects were often felt when the job was done to the point of what is sufficient. Someone came into the room... that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone. ( Changes: length of comma from days to hours thoughts on books elaborated a lot of things changed, but it is roughly the same (Re-readjusted to Dorian's later post)
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 9:02 am
Location: Personal Chambers to Hallways to GardensxxxxxKingdom: HubrisxxxxxRank: Countess
 xxxxxxxI guess I should be ashamed...
The Countess lay in her bed disheartened. After the ‘confrontation’ in the dining hall, she had retreated to her lodging for a nap but sleep escaped her. She stared up past the canopy of the bed posts that rose almost to touch the ceiling. What was she doing here again? Hardly had she sat down to dine with her cousins then she was thrown down to the floor by some haughty ruler of another Kingdom...and a Virtuous one at that. She scoffed lightly, rolling over to her side and tucking her arms to her breast. The ice blue iris looked to nothing as she continued to muse. She had not much dealings with the Virtuous Kingdoms but she certainly would make sure to be wary of them now. Clearly they were daft in the heads, the lot of them. She rolled to the edge of the bed, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side to look out of the window. She had to get up.
Not haveing anything worth stealing, or perhaps trusting the servants of this palace to deter any theft, Autumn left her room, not bothering to lock the door. She strolled aimlessly through the hallways, taking note of the decorations this ‘God’ kept his living spaces adorned with. Lightly she let her fingertips run along the stone wall, skipping where there was something hung or stood. Her own home was so much warmer than this place...and she was safer there, was she not? There were no psycho Virtuous beasts there at least. She sighed, thinking perhaps to visit with the lord of this place herself. After all, she would have to meet him at some point, right?
She had wandered her way outside. The sun had been what most likely to have drawn her as it beat down pleasantly. Ah, that seemed like a relaxing idea, how about the gardens. She made her way there, not in any sort of rush for there was no need to hurry. Actually, there ever rarely was, something that gave Autumn the appearance of sloth when she was simply just taking her sweet sweet time about some task or other. But upon entering the gardens, the flora lost it’s appeal, her gaze drawn away by the sheer mass of people here. So much for relaxing. But she was already here. The Countess kept walking past people having this conversation and that, oh and there was her cousin as well...but she only nodded should anyone acknowledge her, keeping her slow pace until she found a rather secluded stone bench. She sat, closing her eyes and turning her face up towards the sun.
But I forget to be vain Well I did the best I could I guess xxxxxx xxxxxxBut everything just bleeds xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✿OOC✿ sorry short post is short >.<
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 10:46 am
-- Richard Bellerose -- |605| -- Location - Hallway outside Dominique's room -- -- Kingdom - Hubris -- -- Rank - Prince -- 
Richard had stayed in the training area the entire time the princess had been present enjoying the time and appearing the perfect gentleman the entire time. He had ignored the old man's presence for the most part considering the princess had said she felt uneasy and he knew his brother enough to know that he had pretty much the same thoughts. The old man was not even a concern to him and his attention was focused on Maelona and Trey the whole time only speaking to the old man if he was spoken to first. Seeing the princess leave made the rest of the time relatively boring considering he couldn't very well go back to talking to Trey considering the older man had decided to stay. Trey didn't stay for much longer either and had left a short time after Trey had left. Being left alone with the old man was not exactly preferable and Richard bid him farewell a short time later not wanting the old man to try and criticize his form.
Returning to his room he spent some time relaxing in it away from everyone else and just going over everything he had encountered for the day. It was turning out to be a fairly pleasant day. The scene in the dining hall earlier in the day was undesirable easily enough to forget. It would work to the servant girl's favor considering with all that was going on he had indeed not noticed she didn't retrieve his meal. Not that it really mattered he didn't have all that big of an appetite to begin with. Relaxing a little more roars coming from the downstairs caught his attention and he got up. Walking at a leisurely pace he opened his door only to find that the roars were gone. Raising an eyebrow he started towards the stairs when an entourage brought up a woman and a rather large cat. The cat was quite the sight to behold considering to his knowledge he had never seen such a large one. Turning his attention on the woman Richard was met with almost breathtaking beauty that could only mean that was some kind of ability. Probably similar in it's inner workings to a siren's voice. Such beauty could not be natural after all. There might even be a supernatural cause behind such beauty.
By her guards it was obvious she was a princess that hailed from one of the other lands. Had he not known better he might have thought her an Heir. Then again it was also possibly she was simply a noble whose father had high connections and was over protective. Watching as they took her to her room Richard tapped his chin for a moment in silence before deciding he would go over and introduce himself. After all he could not overlook such beauty supernatural or not. Walking up towards the woman (Dominique) and trying to catch her before she went in her room Richard stopped and bowed politely to the assembled men and the woman. "I would like to take the time to welcome you to the castle milady. I am Richard Bellerose. Can I have a name to put with such a beautiful face?" For the moment he didn't feel like giving his title out deciding to wait for her to speak up first. That or her guards to tell him to get lost. Looking towards the white tiger Richard raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Such a majestic animal. I am afraid I have never seen one like it. What is it called?" Polite conversation would do for the time being.
(Horrible post v.v message me if something needs changed or I missed something)
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:26 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant Location: Hallway>>Music Room..╔═════════════════════════════════════♛═════════════════════════════════════╗
~~~Before the time skip~~~
Before the help Dorian went to get arrived Tao's senses were slowly returning. First was his hearing, then his sight. The other senses matter not, these were the two important ones. As he heard the footsteps coming closer he forced his body up and tried to move. Every muscle in his body hurt, right down to the soles of his feet. He looked over to Martin's unconscious body and shook his head, nothing he could do to help him. Instead her turned his head to the open window, which he hadn't noticed before.
He took one more look towards Martin before jumping out the window and making his escape.
~~~After the time skip~~~
Tao had went to the barn to find the carriage he had arrived on. He had left a bag of clothes in there, along with a bag of clothes in the dungeons. He figured this one was a bit easier to get to. He changed his clothes quickly and took a quick nap.
He's eyes flashed open as he heard a voice, and peeked out the door to see who it was. Just a servant tending to the carriages and horses. He let out a gentle sigh and sat back. He waited the servant out before making his leave. He figured he should go see if Martin was okay... But he hadn't a clue where to find the boy.
He took to exploring the castle, looking about for Martin or someone else to occupy his time. He would probably end up lost, but with any luck he would find someone entertaining. As he passed a room he heard a few notes of an instrument and paused for a second. He shrugged his shoulders and peeked his head in.
If it wasn't angel boy! A smile crossed his face and he made a slight entrance, nothing to attract attention to himself. He wondered if the angel would be upset or not with his acts from earlier, or if he would simply be pissed that he was already out of the dungeon... and had been since about a minute of being inside. He guessed no one could really tell by his looks that he was a mastermind of thievery. A smile couldn't help but creep it's away across his face.
He then noticed a woman who seemed to be conversing with the angel, even thought it seemed to be a one sided conversation. He thought that a little odd, but figured maybe the angel was using some sort of telepathy. He had heard that some royalty was able to speak like that, and he had always wanted to be able to do so. It would make life a little easier.
He turned quickly as he thought he had been spotted, and the chakrams that hung from his waist hit into the desk he was near. He let out a sigh and turned back around. "Pardon. I was simply walking by when I heard noise from inside... Figured I'd take a quick look around to see who was inside. Low and behold it was you, Angel Boy. Sorry 'bout the ruccus from earlier, seems us low class.. What was it that your mother called me?" He shrugged. "Well not to matter. I guess your mother doesn't know that breaking out of dungeons, even the dungeons of a God's castle, is not that hard. Not that she would know..." He smiled and looked towards the lady. "But I see you have company, and I would not wish to intrude, so I shall be taking my leave." He bowed gently, not enough to really be considered a bow, but just enough to be considered respectful.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ ☪ OOC ☪ . Never made agreements, just like a gypsy And I won't back down because life's already bit me And I won't cry, because I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me'Cause I'm a gypsy
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:51 am
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Music Room, Oh, it's him? White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((I hope you don't me going ahead and posting for Lies, Dose. >.<)) John thought he felt someone watching him. He couldn't tell if it was his imagination, or if it was Darius. I would think he would have made himself known to me. Maybe he is acting unusually quiet? He waited for Maelona's answer as he kept feeling someone watching him. Then, his ears picked up on something hitting a desk in the room. He quickly turned around, his hand instinctively placed on his rapier. When John noticed it was just the servant(Tao) from before, he relaxed and his hand went back to resting on top of the other.
John listened to the servant(Tao) as he apologized and mentioned his escape. A small chuckle echoed through the mental link he established to the servant(Tao). It sounded faint, almost whisper like. Just like my memory of what my chuckle sounded like..."It is alright. You have no need to say sorry. It should be I saying sorry to you. After all, my mother had no right to treat you like she did. Thus, as the prince of Fortitude, I apologize to you sinceraly for my mother's rude behavior." He bowed his head slightly, since he was sitting and couldn't do a proper one. John felt his mouth contort to a frown as well, but he shook his face and made it a smile again soon after. "Though admittedly, I actually was planning on getting you out later on, but....things came up." John remembered the scene from the dining hall clearly. He was sure his brother had similiar intentions. But, John couldn't confirm it unless he heard it from the horse's mouth.
He noticed the servant(Tao) about the leave, thinking he was intruding on the two of them. John shook his head and smiled at him. "I don't mind you staying. You are intruding on nothing. We were just having small talk." John tapped down on a few of the keys of the instrument before continuing. "As long as you don't mind me talking only through telepathy. I lost my voice some years back. This ability is the closest I can get to reproducing speech." And my voice. He left that part out as he leaned back against the instrument. His eyes closed slightly in the thought. His arms stretched to where his elbows rested against the instrument, his hands dangling in the air. To make sure he could even do the pose, John had made sure not to accidently pop out his wings.
"So, what's your name anyway? Name's John." John asked curiously of the servant(Tao), tilting his head and raising an eyebrow. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 1:06 pm
 Jack Rohaun
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Occupation: Mercenary/Daemon Hunter
Location: Outside of Library/exploring the various halls of the castle
Mood: Adventurous"Yeah, open yourself up for a quick soul-sucking experience like none other! Ha ha ha ha!" said Ra hastily when Ella offered to make it up to Jack for attacking him with her dust storm of dastardly cleanliness. She held quite the pure appearance, so Ra would get a nice fill from her; consequently, Jack would be empowered that much more. The more untainted a soul was with malice and sinister intentions the stronger Jack would get. Any evil that lurked within the heart was sent to Xard. Between the two of them, Jack and Xard were a duo that literally ripped life to shreds. Jack never liked that end of the bargain, while Xard was always thrilled when a new package of "Bad" souls came to be converted into magical energies. Two sides of the same coin they were. One received great physical powers (heightened strength, dexterity, stamina, constitution, fortitude, and reflexes), while the other was granted fantastic powers of sorcery. The logic behind all of this: you cannot get power without taking it from someone whom has it to begin with. Both wanted power, but both wanted it for different reasons. One had nefarious plots to achieve, while the other sought it to grant protection for loved ones. "Yes, you're hilarious, but the answer is still, 'No,'" said Jack to Ra in mental lingo. The mercenary pondered for a moment as to what this girl could do for him. A perverted mind could think of loads of ideas as to how the poor servant could apologize for her wrong doings' however, Jack's mind was not at that corner of hormonal impulses. He was concerned with not being blamed for what happened to the library. "You never saw me," he told Ella sternly then turned to leave. He made his way down the hallway till he reached a corner and stopped. He gazed back over to the servant then called out to her, "The library was destroyed by someone in a fit of rage. You might wish to grab more help to restore the room to harmony." Jack then disappeared down the rest of the corridor.
With that small dispute taken care of, "R" decided to roam about and try to find Xard's lair. If he was staying in the castle, then he had to have a room where he could conduct his various experiments, torture routines, and plots of artifact thievery. His silent stroll would bring him to a nice hole in a wall. Having seen the state the library was left in, he was not too surprised that another location was effected; though, he could not help but feel someone else caused the destruction.
He knelt down over the hole to examine its edges. The stone was charred unlike the debris in the library, which was caused by force rather than hot energy. Eyes, guarded by tinted goggles, peered down the path ahead of the hole. There was no clear sign of intense struggle. That meant either the hole was unintentional, or someone had attempted to attack another and failed. If the attack had connected with its target, some form of remains would be laying in the hole like ash or a heavily burned corpse. Neither was present. "It's only been a few days, and someone is already destroying property out of boredom," said the mercenary to himself. He decided not to linger and proceed onward in his search for Xard's base of operations. ((Get well soon then, Cat))
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 2:58 pm
 Pic by vishstudio; click for larger shot
Location/Situation and Form: In the gardens with Evony and Corrine; nope, no fur on that skinMan is the cruelest animal.
~Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900)
Sokar was very much relieved that Evony was not afraid or disgusted by him. Quite the contrary it seemed, as she moved to him quickly once he’d told her who he was, and touched his face. He let her hold him as such, too distraught to worry that he was the one acting the pup, and her being a greatly calming and reassuring presence. He raised a hand, timidly as he could now focus on the foreign way it could moved compared to his wolf limbs. His large and heavy hand pressed against one of her’s, and his yellow eyes continued to silently plead for help.
The man startled at Corrine’s voice, and he turned to her sharply (though still holding one of Evony’s hands to his cheek, the scarred one), again reminded of what a useless body this was. He had had absolutely no warning of her approach, absolutely no sound or scent had caught his attention. Even now, as she stood just a short distance from them, only the sense of vision worked to try to identify her. Sokar was not always good with faces or clothing, so he did not notice that she was beautiful, and that she was dressed in a more revealing fashion than other females. It wouldn’t have made a difference, as modesty was still a foreign concept to him, proven by the fact that he did not realize the implications of how she stared at him (at least to his conscious brain). It was enough that she wasn’t staring into his eyes like a challenge, which at this point might have ended in him physically attacking her, just because he was on edge.
He heard what Evony said, and looked back to her. “Woman-thing. Used magic.” A soft muffled whine could barely be heard by the two females, the sound coming from his throat unbidden, it being a reaction to recalling what had been done. “Said Veritas be hard to fix.” The exact wording escaped him, as verbal language never was his strong suit, but he had understood her parting shot, about how this wasn’t necessarily going to be an easy fix. Again his mind jumped to the possibility that this could be permanent. Though he was practically the same creature in his mind, his brain was truly human, and it made jumps of logic that his wolf brain had more difficulty with. It worried about ‘what ifs’ and other assumptions in a manner that was terrifying to the man, as it was a very negative and pessimistic way of thinking. His wolf brain was better able to deal with the present only, not so much allowing the future to be too much of a concern.
The man suddenly pressed his face against Evony’s side, trying to gain comfort from her. It would have been quite comical had not the tension in the air been so palpable. His muscle mass was immense in comparison to the little girl, and here he was asking her for reassurances and safety. He did not realize why also that Corrine disturbed him. Not so much that he realized it, only enough to keep him feeling ungrounded. It was not anything negative about the duchess really, merely her strong spirit. While he had known females wolves with that kind of strength, now that he himself was human... well his new physiology was interested in her, albeit very mildly, in a way he had never been interested in a human female before. Just enough to keep his body tensed as he stayed crouched, not wanting to leave Evony's 'protection', or presence.
To conclude, all other living creatures live orderly and well, after their own kind:
we see them flock and gather together, and ready to make head and stand against all others of a contrary kind:
the lions as fell and savage as they be, fight not with one another: serpents sting not serpents, nor bite one another with their venomous teeth:
nay the very monsters and huge fishes of the sea, war not amongst themselves in their own kind:
but believe me, man at man's hand receiveth most harm and mischief.
~Pliny The Elder (23 AD - 79 AD)
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 12:58 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant Location: .╔═════════════════════════════════════♛═════════════════════════════════════╗
As Tao was leaving he turned back as angel boy's voice echoed through his mind. It was always weird having someone else's voice in your head, it felt... well weird. He smiled and turned back, but then wondered if the boy could also read minds, he doubted it. Most mind readers could not also force their thoughts into someone elses head, but it did make his earlier thought relevant. "Ah, so you were planning on breaking me out? Shame, I should have waited." He smiled and let out a small gasp of pain. The adrenalin and energy that was keeping him going was wearing off. He hadn't noticed just how sore he was. He also had yet to really get a chance to inspect his injuries. His body had small burns all over it, but he didn't think any were on his face. He at least hoped not. He casually walked to a chair nearby and sat while the prince 'talked'.
"The name's Tao Klow. Here 'protecting' the King of Lust... But I'd actually rather stay away from the man. He is kinda an a**." He smiled again, keeping his face void of the pain that coursed through his face. He needed to recharge. "So, do you have any more powers other than being able to make other's hear your voice inside their heads?" He had heard of royalty having multiple powers, some could do amazing things. He didn't really care, he never looked into them... Mainly because he had yet a way to find a way to steal powers.
He eyed the woman that was with angel boy and nodded his head respectfully. Then he let his eyes wonder, finding a hard in a nearby corner. He had always loved the sound of it. He pointed his hand at it and muttered a word, and after a few seconds the harp was enveloped in silver runes and came sliding across the floor. "Always loved how these things sounded... Wish I knew how to play them." He plucked a few of the strings and smiled.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ ☪ OOC ☪ I dunno where i just 'sploded. Becca should >>. Never made agreements, just like a gypsy And I won't back down because life's already bit me And I won't cry, because I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me'Cause I'm a gypsy
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 2:37 pm
  
Ladies and Gentlemen.... Claus Revelle
Royal Jester of Veritas Where am I?: Wandering ~*~ Who am I entertaining?: Kirkis
....Boys and Girls  "Oh my. It seems that in my quest to search for others to entertain...I've gotten lost!"
The red jester removed his mask and scratched at his non-existent face underneath. Claus had found himself staring at a suit of armor, somehow trying to figure out how to figure out where he was by looking deeply at it. It wasn't working, but he liked to think that it was. Just to amuse himself.
The events that transpired in the castle were somewhat lost on Claus, as he had kept himself out of the way. He knew that visitors coming to visit the guests of the castle had arrived, and that Veritas had given him permission to entertain the whole castle now (though in reality, there was the slight possibility that Veritas just wanted Claus somewhere else). And since the fiasco at the dining hall with the Blue Jester (Xard), Claus hadn't really interacted with any of the royals. Then again, he didn't really know who was a royal or not.
The jester groaned, the mask still in his hand as he shrugged. "The only people I've come across so far are servants. By Veritas, those boring dirt nappers. I need to inject some fun into someone's life! This suit of armor is not cutting it!" It was rare to find the jester frustrated with anything, but since he hasn't had enough screen time found someone to entertain, he's been wracked with that rare anger of his. But who could Claus entertain? Those royals weren't in the mood for some good ol' jester antics, and the servants "didn't have time for things not related to work". So who?
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And so, three hours later (A.K.A., the time skip)
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"Oh, Kirkis! My phantom lover! My frivolous friend! How joyous to be reunited with you again!"
Poor Kirkis. Claus had sought out the ghost butler in an attempt to keep himself entertained, and materialized out of a nearby servant's pocket in a shocking manner (It was so sudden, and once again unorthodox way of making an appearance. The servant was of course left speechless). Now, Claus is intent on spending a good amount of time pestering and ruining amusing and uplifting Kirkis' day.
"Our last reunion was without much time to recollect! To reminisce! To have a gay ol' time! Let us return to our grand times together as inseparable brothers that originated from other mothers, which would not make us blood related but our actions together would make it seem so we are related when we are really not!"
Claus began to laugh loudly, hands on his hips as his motionless mask juxtaposed his energetic and animated form.
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)(Over.Dose.On.Cyanide)( Crew
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:30 pm
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: Some music room. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona nodded as the man said it was okay, and that he had expected a reaction like the one she had supplied him. She perked a brow as he spoke about not being used to it himself. "So you were not always like this?" She asked. Then shook her head at the question, it was really none of her business. "I'm sorry. Please ignore that. Sometimes I speak without thinking things through." She said as she lowered her head back to the harp. Though with his next question a small smile spread upon her lips.
"No, I would not consider myself a musician. I could play properly if I had music, but I cannot compose any, though it is a gift I wish I had." She said wistfully. And indeed it was. It was why she wanted to play in the first place. She had been granted a teacher, but they couldn't teach her the gift she wanted.
Maelona sighed as he asked about where she hailed from. She gave a nod before swallowing hard, allowing a hallow smile to play on her face. "I am the adopted banshee princess of Patience." She said before shaking her head. He had been the first she introduced herself to like that. She didn't want most to know, but it was bound to get out anyway, especially with her step-brothers running around the castle. That began another world of thoughts. When was she going to meet them, well at least Dafydd. She had met Thantos, though of course that was not his birth name. She had wondered why he had looked so familiar, and now she knew why. And of course she held her fears about meting them as well, at least in this new light.
Maelona's eyes lifted from the floor again as she heard someone else in the room. Her brows came together in slight confusion. Why were people being drawn to this room? Because of the music she attempted to play? She gave the stranger a friendly smile that turned as he began to speak about escaping from the dungeons. That couldn't be good, though of course she couldn't just be rude. "It is no intrusion, I assure you." She said with a soft nod.
She listened politely as the two spoke to one another. So there was more to the story than the boy being thrown into the dungeon because he did some terrible deed. That small bit of information made her feel better, if just slightly.
Maelona watched as Tao, as his name was, summoned the harp to his side. She gave a soft smile. "It is a beautiful instrument." She agreed. "It took me some years to actually get a teacher, or to get permission to find a teacher." She said with a nod before looking back to the harp in front of her. Though now she felt slightly out of place. Should she introduce herself to the new member of the group? He didn't seem to be too interested in her being there, but figured it would be rude not to give her name. "I'm Maelona." •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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Sweeter than heavenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hotter than hell
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