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 Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 5:34 pm
 ღӍiȿђҟa Ӎaȿʈϵrȿoȵღ Kingdom:Wrath ~ Rank: Youngest Princess ~ Location: Still clueless
Mishka had been so pulled into her own thoughts that she nearly missed the girl’s name and again she was reminded that she should know this girl, Amarenth Soren. “You are correct.” She said when she mentioned her name and that she was Lucas’ twin sister. The mention of her brother only made her want to find them that much greater. She only prayed that they were close by and safe. Then her mind drifted to a thought, what if only she and the Knight were brought her.
She knew that Veritas liked to play games with his guest she’d arrived the night that he had a masscarade for them. She’d heard rumors that the punch was laced with truth serum and that the partners couldn’t go very far from each other. That was the same night she’d seen Jasper and his new companion, the Wraith. She shivered slightly as her partner began to speak ones more.
“Well despite how some woman would be comfortable having their clothing gapping open, I am not one of those woman and I believe that some cloths would be in order. Plus we stick out horrible as you’ve pointed out woman of this place do not seem to be afraid to dress like harlots.” She said as she began to walk away from the spot where they stood, her voice had gained back it’s strenght and for that she was thankful a wrathen was not suppose to be weak nor was a princess’ voice suppose to tremble like a small child. She even remembered to keep the siren melody from her voice so that no one else would turn a head in her direction and loose themselves in the alluring mellody.
Her arms folded tightly around her keeping the corset in tack as she moved quickly through the crowd her head held high as her mind faned out for her twin. Nothing. That mere realization made her gut clench into tight knotts as she bit her lip and glanced at Soren who flanked her right side. Mishka couldn’t help but feel safer knowing that she wasn’t alone now and had a Knight at her side. She let out a small sigh as she glanced into a window. An article of clothing caught her eye and she smiled. “I believe we’ll go in here.” She said pointing to the window.
The young princess did not wait for a reply and headed inside the building only to stop abruptly as her gaze met her cousin. She hadn’t seen the older girl in many years and wondered if she would even remember her. She had after all grown up since they’d last seeem each other yet she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with joy.
“Corrine?” She asked. “Is that really you cousin?” She asked ones more. The younger masterson female wanted to run and give her a hug yet the torn garment held her in place and she continued to hug herself keeping it pinched together.
This gave her more hope that possibly another family member would pop up soon.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 6:36 pm
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: I have no idea where I am, I'm guessing I'm playing bodyguard again.
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
Soren had better prepared herself for the siren song. Thus, when Mishka talked once more, she didn't feel as strong of an effect. Luckily, the statement had been short. Thus, any trace of effect left her as quickly as it came. Her eyes kept a look out for anyone entering the alleyway. For some reason, the knight found the people unobservant. They didn't even think of looking down the dark side road for people. These people could get attacked easier than counting one two three. That is pretty pathetic. The knight turned her head towards the princess, almost regretting doing so when she talked again. However, she did notice when the princess commented on the attire of the women, no melody could be heard. I guess a siren can turn their power off. I was always told it was too hard to do so. A brief nod of Soren's head showed her agreement. "Well then, may we not have to join them in the same exact attire. For if that is our only option....I would rather stay in this." As she commented, the knight followed Mishka. As the two walked, the woman kept an eye on the people around her. If one seemed suspicious, she would send a glare at them. If received correctly, the eye motion would give a 'don't mess with me' message. But, when the people either rolled their eyes or flinched, the knight wondered if the people were just stupid, or naive. Maybe these people still think a woman cannot break their necks. I'd like to see them come over and say that to my face. Soren felt tempted to try and start something, just to teach the annoying idiots a lesson. However, that would draw unnecessary attention to herself and Mishka. Not that their attire wasn't already doing that. When the princess pointed to the window, the knight looked at the clothing in question. The outfit reminded her of a dress. Though, the woman couldn't help but find it way too short, and way too tight looking. Soren stuck her tongue out a bit in disgust. Ugh! I hope they have something less like that in there. Soren followed in, looking to see the Arch Duchess of Wrath (Corrine) nearby. Mishka looked to be talking to her, which made the knight feel she could go off and change. Alright. Follow by example. As the woman noticed Lincoln and a possible servant(Ella) nearby, Soren could see one of the strange looking women going into a door. After the strange women went in, she came out with a new outfit on, showing it off to a possible friend. I see. So, either magic allowed her to change, or she changed in that area....I'm going to assume the latter.Thus, the knight went forward, looking through racks of clothing. For a few moments, Soren almost thought she would have to resort to a dress. But then, something caught her eye. A small smirk appeared as she found something worth wearing. Now this is what I'm talking about. Once she was sure the room was empty, she went into the strange room the strange woman had been in before. The room had a rectangular mirror and strange white hook like things on the walls. I wonder what those are for? The woman shook her head, getting back to the task at hand. Once changed, Soren came out in her new outfit. The pants felt a bit snug to her, but it was something she could get used to after walking a bit. The shirt, while a bit clingy, had enough room to leave some things to the imagination. But luckily, the outfit had come with a jacket, a jacket she was growing to love. You know, I could get used to wearing something like this. Thus, once the knight felt comfortable enough, the sounds of knee boots could be heard walking towards the group. She had decided to keep the boots, while storing her previous clothing in a bag she found by the racks. "I see we aren't the only ones that have been teleported here. If you so wish, could you please care to enlighten us as to how we came to be in this realm, Arch Duchess(Corrine)?" It was strange, knowing that her father being in the army, and her being from Wraith, had come in handy today. Though, it is a bit funny that I'm older than the Heir, if I remember right. At that, her eyes turned towards Lincoln. For a brief moment, she wondered if he remembered their chat before being teleported here. But for now, there were more important things to worry about currently. Thus, she pushed the urge off to the side, and hoped for some answers. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 7:11 pm
  ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In a strange building. || Wearing This Dress || Hair- See regular picture || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Eyes fluttering open, Madelyne slowly became conscious. But as her eyes adjusted, the young princess almost wished she had kept them shut. She was sitting on a hard floor in a small, unlit room that reaked of cigarette smoke and body odor. There were silhouettes of objects, but she couldn't make out what they were, so, standing up, she made her way to the wall, feeling for a door. She bumped into something cold as she stepped. It felt like glass. Curiosity growing, as well as fear, Madelyne stepped around it and discovered the door was closer than she had expected. She tried to figure out how to open it and eventually found something sticking out of it. It was a knob of some sort. Turning it, Madelyne frowned. How does this thing work? She wondered, deciding to try turning it the other way.
With a quiet click, the door opened to reveal a dimly lit room with about ten men. Some were drinking at a counter of some sort, while others were playing a game on a green table with multi-colored balls and thin, finely sand-papered sticks. As she took a step out of the room, the men at the counter turned to look at her. They were oddly dressed, the princess realized. Not at all like the attire she was used to seeing. But it wasn't their appearances that made her wary. It was the way they stared at her. Mouths agape, the men put down their drinks in shock, gathering the attention of the men busy with their game. "Well, well, well," one said, grinning from ear to ear. "Who's this pretty little lady? And how'd she get in here without us knowing?"
Some chuckled, one whistled. "I don't know, but I s'pose we better help her out. She looks a bit lost." The one who spoke stood from his stool and walked toward her, his eyes examining her closely. Feeling uncomfortable, Madelyne took a step back, bumping into the wall. "Ye... yes. I am lost... Could you tell me where I am?" She asked, trying to recompose herself. The man put his arm out, his hand resting on the wall beside her head as he reached her. She flinched as he did so, realizing she was becoming more and more fearful as this situation continued. What was going on? Where was she? And where were her siblings?
"Where are you?" The man asked, his breath reaking of alcohol and a strange scent she'd never come in contact with before. "Don't you know, sweetheart? We're in a bar. More specifically, TailGate's." Dark eyes searching her face, he continued, "Are you baked or something?" Brows furrowing, the princess shook her head, not sure what he meant. He grinned deviously, raising his other hand to touch her cheek while the other men complained of him getting all the attention. He ignored them and continued to stare at her. "Well, how about I get you a drink?"
Madelyne shook her head, pushing her body closer to the wall. "I... No thank you. I'm not thirsty."
"No?" He asked, eyes darkening. "Well, I am." With that, he grabbed her arm and began dragging her off, the other men yelling profanities while Madelyne begged him to let her go.
"Please... Stop! Where are you taking me?" Her hands dug at his arm, trying to loosen his hold on her. He didn't release her, nor did he say anything more. Thoughts scrambling to come up with a way to get out of this situation, Madelyne's eyes brightened with realization. Indigo... Indigo can help me! She thought, remembering how he told her to contact him. "Indigo!" She yelled suddenly, grabbing the attention of the man. "Indigo! Help me, please!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked. "No one's going to help you, so shut your damn mouth!" Madelyne cried out for Indigo one last time before the man's large hand covered her lips.
{o.c.c. So dramatic!~}
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 7:24 pm
 Sasha Steel Kingdom: Justice
Role: Bard
Stage: Random Hallway -> Loud noises and unbreathable air
Inspiration: When I find out who is responsible, their name will go down in history, synonymous with POOP!!! Up M'lady pack your things this place is not your home Nor was it ever sever every tie Tonight we ride tonight we RIDE To be quite blunt, Sasha found the surrounding conversation to be quite boring. Of course, when he set his mind to achieving one particular task, everything else became mind numbingly boring. At least he was in the presence of the General, a hero well known in bardic tales, and Lincoln had yet to effect an escape from his sight, so it wasn't all bad. Ever still, the bard could not fight the yawn building up in his chest, and that single blink, that momentary laps of concentration was all it took to for reality to melt away, replaced by some fantastical extension of a truly deranged individuals imagination.
The first thing to hit him was the noise. Not the strange, outlandish music threatening to liberate him of his eardrums, but the incredibly complex, incredibly loud ambient noise of... Sasha didn't have the words to describe it. It was worse than being in a blacksmiths, while the building was surrounded by clashing armies. Then it was the smell. The thick, vile, barely breathable stench that coated the air. Not to mention the actual flavour of the air! Not some attempt of trying to describe a feeling or sixth sense, but the actual taste breathing had left in his mouth! His taste buds did not agree, and he could feel his stomach violently disagreeing. It was only through a superior sense of necessity of self appearance that Sasha managed to swallow it back down. The silver lining? It left a much better after taste than what his breathing did.
Slowly, carefully, as if the slightest movement would result in immediate death, Sasha opened his eyes. The room was small and square, left darkened by the thick, positively ghastly, curtains blocking out the light from the windows. The furniture, if you could call it that, was of an alien design and appeared well beyond any hope of repair. The walls and ceiling were not much better either. At least they seemed to be holding together.
When at last the sensory bombardment relented, Sasha could begin to focus on the immediates, on the present atmosphere, on his closest surroundings. He tracked the source of what he assumed was a pathetic attempt at music to a shiny, black, metallic-y, box thing, on top of which was a strange glass box with a round black thing spinning inside of it. Whatever it was, it had Sasha perplexed. Then he focused on the smell. There was the undeniable scent of mould in the air, not surprising considering the apparent dampness of the ceiling. But that, for the most part, was not the cause of the rank putrid that seemed to be the air itself. There was also something else, something familiar, something herbal.
"Whoa man! You like... came out of nowhere or something!" Sasha turned towards the sudden, relaxed and husky voice, trying his best to decipher the accent. The man in question, however, did not look out of place in breeding ground for disease. His grizzled hair was long but thinning with age, and in desperate need of a wash, or a few. He was also in desperate need of a shave and of new attire. The headband he wore though, decidedly colourful despite the fading of age and obvious sweat stains, was certainly intriguing. "You really gotta see this man, man," he said over his shoulder, through the doorway from which he came.
Then a second, much younger, much cleaner man entered the room. His hair just as long, but thick, dark, and decidedly well kept. Whatever it was in his fingers, Sasha discerned that it was the source of the familiar smell, as well as the thin layer of smoke clinging to the ceiling. "What did you put in this s**t?" "Hey, don't look at me, man. I swear that's the good stuff." His current position not lending itself to patience, Sasha gave a rather deep grumble of frustration, drawing the attention back to him, which he still was not sure if it was a good or bad thing. "Will you quit your incessant babbling and tell me where the blazes I am!?!" It hindsight, it was perhaps a little harsh for a pair so mentally absent, but it apparently did the trick. Almost. "You're in my living room, man!"So do yourself a little favour tab tab tab tab Savour every time you waver For that shaking in my voice was only slyly feigned chagrin TONIGHT WE RIDE!
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 7:58 pm
Location: Street to pawn shop. Only in New York, baby.
Title: Petrified Servant
Kingdom: Hubris
Ella was very much about to turn and run away from the man in front of her. And she would have if not for what came out of the man’s mouth. He asked Ella if she had been from the castle, which immediately sent a spark through her body and to her face. It was a wave of relief. “Yes, yes I am.” She quickly spat out, the tears that were still wet in her eyes now drying up. He mentioned that it would be best if she not run off, and the servant agreed whole heatedly. Ella didn’t want to be running around anymore in this big place, and she certainly didn’t want to be alone anymore. Though the question that ran through the servant’s mind was who was this man? She had probably seen him around the castle but because of his current garb she could not place a finger on who he was or what kingdom he was from.
Off in the not so far distance she heard someone shout, and in response the man before her reacted as the woman approached. He called her cousin, and she called him Lincoln. Lincoln? That name sounded so familiar. When the young lady was in front of them Ella noted that she was wearing a dress from their period, and she looked a little flustered but nothing compared to what Ella felt. While the family chatted in what appeared to be a native language, which Ella thought she recognized but was not entirely sure, she stood to the side and waited patiently. As soon as they were done the man looked at Ella and said that she should follow them. Her alliance to the Hubris family was of no importance now. Thank goodness. Nodding her head to the man and woman, Ella spoke; “Yes Sire. Thank you for your kindness during this most...bizarre challenge.” It was a quick thank you because the group began moving to a store that appeared to have all sorts of things within.
Once inside a man spoke to Corrine and she demanded proper clothes for this world. Her voice had so much authority that Ella figured she was a royal. Not to mention her dress was of the highest quality of fabric.
Following the royal woman to a rack of clothes Ella began riffling through the racks of clothing, looking for something she could wear. Pulling out something she answered Corrine briefly “Yes, I have. I will be back shortly.” Quickly Ella entered the changing room, noticing the man that was in the store when they entered was a similar device that someone was on when Ella first came to this world.
While putting on the clothing that she had taken from the rack Ella had a little difficulty at first. The clothes here were so strange! Both articles were very tiny, and at first Ella put the rough blue material over her chest before realizing it was too big and that it must fit better on the bottom. But even then the material barely covered her rear end and it showed off her legs so much that she blushed when she looked in the mirror. The thing she placed over her bosoms wasn’t much better. It was a black piece of material that didn’t quite reach her belly button. On the front was white writing and a symbol that read “I <3 NY”. Ella stretched it and pulled it down, fretting over the material that would not cover as much of her as her dress did. Is this really what females wore in this place?! How disgusting. But it didn’t matter, she was there and she had to wear what they did.
Carrying her original clothing out, she exited the changing area and went over to her two new comrades. Ella was looking a bit shy and timid, which probably had something to do with the shortage of clothing on her legs and the fact that her breasts were just about spilling out of the tank top. Looking around quickly she went to a shoe rack, took her shoes off and slipped on a pair of black flip flops. Ella wiggled her toes a bit, the uncomfortable thong between her big toe and first toe felt strange.
Ella reached the two she was with again just in time to hear sirens coming from outside. Her eyes grew wide, afraid they were after her again. “Um, I think that noise is not something that bodes well for us…” she trailed off, wondering what the two would do.
Out Of Character: If the sirens coming down the street are beyond what I should of done let me know and I'll edit ^_^ And please excuse any typos. I have long fake nails on and it is soooo hard to type T-T
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 8:01 pm
  
~Kingdom: Hubris~
~Title: Heir~
~Location: I've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more. ~
Trey didn’t have much time to think as the illuminated box on the opposite end of the street changed, apparently alerting them all to move. It was like trying to swim upstream – near impossible – so he just followed the crowd, weaving through them until he reached the other side. Needless to say that he wasn’t very pleased about being shoved around but every time he tried to get a word in, another person would bump into him. ”I’m going to kill whosever idea this was..” he grumbled, deciding to use the same mannerisms as these barbaric people.
The heir pushed through the crowd, avoiding most of them with some practice, until the area became a little less congested. He had yet to lay eyes on anyone who appeared to be from his realm and that alone made his stomach sink, but he would never admit to being somewhat nervous. It wasn’t until he reached a new area – one that contrasted quite a bit next to the bustling streets – that he allowed himself to relax..if only slightly. The new locale still seemed crowded but there was more grass than road, and a body of water laid in the center of it all. It was a pleasant change, and he was able to take a fresher breath of air without being threatened by the smog of the main city.
The prince allowed himself to slow down, unaware of the jogger that was coming up behind him. He felt the man’s shoulder collide with his own, causing him to stumble into the person behind him in a domino effect. ”You idiot-“ a wave of insults was ready to escape the confines of his lips until he turned towards the second person that he had hit, the familiarity causing him to go silent. His dark orbs examined the first individual, recognizing him from the incident in the dining hall when he had tried to confront the cat-man (Apollo). He was accompanied with a second man that was also in the dining hall that day (Kahler).
”You..” he managed, pointing a finger at him ”I’m not going mad, do you know where we are and what sort of prank Veritas’s is trying to pull?” A tinge of irritation laced his voice, but it was mostly due to the lack of respect that the people of that area had displayed.
 
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 8:13 pm
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice
Rank: Sellsword
Location: The Forest of Steel
Theoran had been lost in thought, on the look out for Xard both in the halls and in his own mind, as he waited for John and his friend Tao. His warrior instincts had him on edge enough as it was without suddenly being shifted to a completely different existence. The first thing he noticed was the smell, then the noise, then the change in texture of the wall he was leaning on. No longer was it the smooth, refined surface of stone. Rather, it felt unrefined, and at the same time, artificial. It was completely flat, yet far from smooth. Scanning the immediate area, he found he was far from the relative safety of Veritas castle.
He was outside, he knew that much, and it was midday. And hot. He was also in the back alleyway of an area that seemed fitting, despite the horribly contrasted architecture, to that of the shady area of a slum in a city. Only, rather than the buildings barely being a single story, they towered well above his head. Obelisks of impossible height that seemed more repulsive than awe inspiring. He cursed himself for not gathering his armour when he had the chance.
Having another look around the area, he saw a rather large, almost ogreish looking brute standing, arms crossed, at a closed door. An apparently enchanted sign at the mouth of the alleyway read "TailGate's", whatever that meant. Theoran hoped it was just in English. Taking his chances, he approached the large man, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. "I say, good sire, what is this place?" he asked politely as he approached. The man grunted in an undignified fashion before replying. "TailGate's. And you ain't getting in dressed like a f*****t! Get lost!"
Theoran looked down at his attire. Vest, shirt, breeches. The only thing really out of place were his swords. At least, that's what he thought until he had a proper look at what the man was wearing. Whatever the fabric was, Theoran certainly had not seen it before. "Seems I'm lost. Perhaps you could-" He was cut off by a large fist grabbing at his collar, threatening to lift him off the ground. A good way to measure a man's strength. "I said get lost!" The man's sneer matched his breath. He wasn't an ogre, he was an ork! Playing the fool, Theoran gave the impression he was beginning to panic. "Look I-" This time he was cut off by a muffled scream coming from behind the door. The voice was familiar, as well as the name called.
"Sounds like trouble, you going to get that then?" he asked, motioning to the door. "None of my business. None of yours. Now get lost!" Theroan gave the man a disarming, foolish grin, as if he was ready to comply. As soon as his fist loosened, the man was on the ground, too unconscious to have even registered he'd been hit. Not wanting to waste the time trying to figure out if the doors at least still made sense, Theoran threw himself into it, shoulder first. The force shattered the frame and he scrambled to get his balance as he virtually tumbled down the stairs, into the bar.
Instantly, his eyes locked onto the lady Madelyne in the hands of yet another brute, not to mention the nine others in the room. Tactfully not going for his blade, Theoran's features turned to stone as he made his stand, all eyes already on the source of the interruption. "I'll break every finger that so much as touches a hair on her head!" Theoran declared forcefully. There was a pause, the calm before the entire place erupted with mocking laughter. The closest to the door stood, his hand reaching around his belt, to what Theoran could only assume was a knife, as he approached. In a flash, the blade of his longsword was at the man's neck.
"Let her go and nobody needs to get hurt." His voice was like ice. Already Theoran despised the inhabitants of this place, more that he despised any noble, and his eyes promised that he wouldn't hesitate should it come to drawing blood. The larger man's grip on Madelyne loosened slightly, perhaps more out of indecision than compliance. After all, it wasn't everyday a guy burst into a bar, looking like a renaissance fair geek, threatening to fillet the patrons with a sword. Wave a gun around maybe, but not a sharpened piece of metal.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:33 am
 These secrets I’ll bring to you are of thorns and ice…
These secrets I’ll give to you will turn virtue to vice… Ӻӓήȡɍᾀʆ ψѲȴϝɍąɱ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☠ Ӄingdom: Avarice
Ɍank: Vice Marshal
Ƚocation: Central park
Ⱦhoughts: Rather strange world… I’m betting people die just as easily here though… ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☠ Any shock that Fandral felt was expertly hidden behind by both his hood and his typically expressionless gaze. One moment the two were sitting peacefully at the dinner table discussing things, then in a moment he found himself in a completely strange new world. Worse still, Dominique was nowhere to be found. Outwardly he was absolutely still, but on the inside was a growing sense of dread. Had he already failed her so soon, only hours after vowing himself to her? Had she been made vulnerable so soon? Would she lose her life and fail his king because he was not around to protect her?
He could not help but wonder where he was. He found himself standing over what appeared to be some kind of trail carved out of stone. There were many others there, none of whom he found familiar, and every one of them dressed rather oddly. It was a strange place, a large clearing interspersed with forestry and surrounded by towers of what appeared to be stone and steel from his vantage. Though his clothes normally hid him well, in this case he stood out entirely too much. He was not ignorant enough to miss the many stares of passersby in his direction. He did not like it one bit.
He needed to find his way out of here soon, find some place to regain his thoughts and consider his situation. He had no inkling of where he was and how he got there. He also needed to find some less outstanding attire, and stick to the shadows. He needed to observe and learn the customs of this realm, wherever it was. He tried to walk along the path as stealthily as possible, but there was no getting past his outfit. He would have to bear it for a little while longer. First and foremost, he needed to be sure whether or not Dominique was here as well.
For a short while he found himself slowly following the concrete, eyes scanning his surroundings like a hawk, leaving absolutely no detail, no matter how minute, untouched by his vision. It was then that he caught a quick glimpse of someone familiar. Could it be? His eyes turned to full attention toward the pond and his heart sank in relief. She was here. The side of his lips curled to a smile so faint one would not have been able to spot it lest they be seeking it.
His step grew slightly quicker as he approached Dominique. His expression turned to a smirk as she addressed him, offering her hand. He took a moment to lower his hood, then took her hand gently. ”Oh, am I, my lady?” He could not help but offer her a light chuckle as she tried to guilt trip him. ”But, my lady, would such have sought to tarnish such incomparable beauty?” Though he was naturally speaking in a joking manner, there was truth to his words. In his eyes Dominique had no equal in terms of beauty. Not even Danika could ever hope to have achieved such magnificence.
Fandral made no movement against her placing her hand on his shoulder. He moved his own hand onto her waist, holding her closer to him as she initiated a waltz with no regard to public opinion. After the first few steps, he took the lead in their dance. Their steps were flawless and in perfect sync with each other. He could not help but uncover a much more sincere smile as he stared into her eyes, the world a blur as they spun.
”It is either that or the dancing. Perhaps both,” he said with a smirk. He made no motion of protest as both their outfits shifted suddenly, no doubt under the power of Dominique. They stopped moving to the tune of the unheard symphony just as their new outfits finished materializing. Something about Dominique’s expression indicated she might have been enjoying this situation a bit too much.
He took a moment to inspect his clothing. It was nothing bad… simply strange. Perhaps the hat was a bit much, but he found no reason to complain. He felt around, finding his daggers, as well as his other tools, hidden safely within his coat. He looked back up at the heiress and nodded. His expression became more serious. ”I agree, my lady. We must learn everything we can about this strange realm if we are to survive in it and find a way back.”
He nodded as she spoke once more, considering her words carefully. He took a bow on one knee, leaning his head forward. ”And you shall have it all my lady.” ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☠ This is the hand that will blind your eyes
And split your spine...xxxxxxxxxxxxx
This is the blade that'll visit your flesh
And release the wine...xxxxxxxxxx.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:43 am
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☠ - - - Λƥøłłσ "Ƨǻȋȵț" Ἇṯḻṻ§ - - - ☠
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ƨɑϲʀәʠ ≪ ≪ ≪ ⋘ The Royal Shield ⋙ ≫ ≫ ≫ ƨɑȋȵț
Kingdom: [ Veritas' ] Rank: [ Royal Shield ] Location: [ New York City, Grand Central Park; I suppose I’m alright with any plan that allows me to kick Kahler’s a**. ]
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 "Alright, first thing's first; we need some money. I've no clue what the local currency is, but I've got a fairly good idea of how to get some." Scratching his chin as he said this, Apollo raised a brow in interest. "I certainly hope this isn't one of your usual schemes. Those might occasionally work in Veritas' realm, but somehow I doubt it will here, wherever here is exactly." One of the things Kahler was notable for was his seemingly endless supply of schemes, whether it involved bedding a woman or making quick money. "United States of America, to answer your question, and no worries my friends. Just a simple street performance. You n' me, sparring match. You peer into the future, memorize the match, put on a blindfold, and then we're in business." United States of where? I'll be damned, Kahler was actually right about something for a change, that did nothing to help alleviate my confusion... "I'm genuinely impressed Kahler, that might actually work." However, the majesty of Kahler bearing a good idea was significantly reduced by the simple fact that in twenty three years, he was long overdue for a good idea.
As the Saint was about to enter Time's realm however, he was interrupted. A bump into the two young men, to which Kahler's tone displayed annoyance in his response, "Oi, watch it jacka- oh." Much to his dismay, Kahler was cut short by the words and appearance of the man. Opening his eyes, the young wanderer was greeted with a vaguely familiar face, one from the dining hall. "You're the heir of...Hubris, was it? Some of the servants told me, I recall you from the confrontation in the dining hall." As Apollo said this, Kahler tilted his head in brief confusion. "Oh yeah...he is, isn't he? Saw him off in the background. To answer your question however, we're in some place called New York City. I'm going to tell you exactly what I told him, don't ask where that is, as it only gets more confusing after that." While it was nice that he didn't have to explain that bit of their current situation, he stopped Kahler as he finished that thought for fear of what he might "accidentally" say to the royalty next. Verbal vomit was a distressingly common occurrence for the blonde-haired mercenary. "In regards to your second question, I'm not convinced this is Veritas' doing. You recall the dining hall, yes? We were hunting a demon, a notably strong one. If what we're lead to believe about the power of this demon is true, it's entirely possible this is his doing." "Enough about that though your highness! You oughta' come with us, we were about to embark on a little adventure to earn some currency to ease our plight in the current situation." The wanderer almost felt sorry for the Heir, being pulled in to this strange man's bizarre machinations.
"Heh, you said I'd make a good streetear, right Apollo? Let's put that to the test." Apollo buried his face in his gloved palm at the thought. It was amusing when with the princess Maelona, but he doubt it would've gone over as well here. The blonde-haired man, using his natural people personality, shortly lead them to a heavily populated area in the park. Grinning, he gave the Royal Shield a thumbs up, signalling to get to work. The young man sighed and closed his eyes, clearing his mind of what an a** his companion was likely about to make of the lot of them. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Gather 'round for a spectacle you'll not see anywhere else! You may have seen the oddities and strangeness of a foreign land, but none like this!" As Kahler's cries garnered more and more attention, a sizable crowd soon formed around them, all curious what exactly this strangely dressed man was going on about. "Prepare to be treated by two world-class swordsmen displaying their prowess for your viewing pleasure!" Jostling the seemingly comatose Saint, he stepped back as his friend stood up and took the excess length of his scarf and tied it around his eyes a few times. "Observe!" Holding his hand up for the crowd to see, he waved it in front of Apollo's eyes a few times before winding back and delivering a swift jab to his stomach, which was already braced for the impact. It not only proved that he couldn't see, but was also a signal that the fight could commence. Putting some distance between the two, they then almost simultaneously drew their weapons. Crossing their blades to form an x, they assumed their stances.
Kahler took the initiative and went for a basic downward slash at the wanderer, which was blocked and deflected with a trained ease. His counter to the move came as a slash at Kahler's side, one he was lucky enough to have backed out of before it was too late. As Apollo returned to his original stance, Kahler brought his blade up diagonally at the wanderer, however, instead of a block and counter, the Royal Shield simply stepped out of the blade's path and closed the distance between the two. Bringing Gospel up for a slash of his own, the mercenary knew he was still recoiling from the failed swipe and instead of attempting to dance his way out of that one, using his free hand he brought up his Kit-Rae, a small sword meant more for defence. However, plenty of time training with the dual-wielding technique made Kahler competent in it's offensive abilities as well. Blocking the Saint's attack, he brought his main-hand blade over for a counter. Having foreseen this though, he dropped Gospel and flipped back to avoid the blade and an unsavoury end to the show. Clenching his fists, it wasn't ideal that he was without Gospel, but he was a competent grappler, CQC (Close Quarters Combat) being one of his more honed skills, armed or not. Ducking through the almost sloppy swings Kahler threw at him, he began a series of fluid motions that almost qualified for art. First, he delivered a heavy punch to Kahler's diaphragm which knocked the wind out of him and pushed him back slightly. Following the punch, he flipped onto his hands and caught Kahler's jaw with his foot on the way up, knocking the mercenary off the ground slightly, giving him some air time. Then, to finish his decisive combo, he returned to his feet as Kahler hit the ground and grabbed Gospel, spinning around as he stood up, he brought Gospel to the mercenary's throat just as he was readying his blades. It was clear through the cheers that the fight was over, as applause and the occasional whistle erupted from the crowd. And as though compensation for having his a** publically kicked, Kahler's prediction came true and a small sum of money began accumulating near them. However, it was a toss up what was worth more to the blonde; being right at the price of his dignity, or getting paid.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:46 am
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: TailGate Bar; Show time. As Indigo mindlessly walked the streets of the metropolitan monster dubbed New York City, the filth of it's inhabitants came back to him. When he was here last sometime in the 1920s, the city was but a fledgling in comparison. People still flocked to it like some beacon of light, as in those days, it truly was. The Statue of Liberty signifying the start of a new life for immigrants, some of which he kindly offered assistance to get on their feet, as he was all too familiar how tough it could be to start a new life. As far as natural progression of a thought train went, that inevitably lead him down Memory Lane once again, this time to right after he killed the King of the Astrals, a man who fancied himself a God. As he opened the Slipgate and dropped out of his Avatar state, he held on to lingering shards of consciousness, forcing himself forward through the gate. On the other side, he collapsed, greeting a small village with the sight of a comatose winged man with snow-white hair and blood-stained clothes, gashes and wounds covering his visible body and shredding his clothes for the most part. When he finally awoke, he found himself in the bed of a local healer by the name of Amalia. Normally, he would've expected the healer to be some old crone, but was pleasantly proved wrong when she turned out to be an attractive young lady, no older than twenty-two. When he first regained consciousness, he kept to himself, Alehstrasza likely still searching for his master-turned-companion. What he had done haunted him, and he knew even before he returned to Kahlimgrad that he would have to keep Alehstrasza out of this for his own safety. It felt to him like the blood of his brothers and sisters, hiw own people, stained him. He had to become something worse than what the Astrals were known as, he had to dive lower than they knew possible to end it all. What he did tore him down, but he had been alive for long enough to know that he had to continue, whether to enact a form of penance on himself or for some reason unknown to him at the time. "Your hands may be stained, my lonely angel, but one will tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel." Those words rang out in his head as his feet guided him to destinations unknown. A small crack in his facade, a facial twitch, as he those words came back to him.
It truly was a shame for him. Xakstrazi was strong, certainly strong enough to best a spontaneous bout of depression, but even as true as it was, even he would find himself prey to it occasionally, unable to talk himself back to normal. Alehstrasza's intervention, usually in the form of wise, kind words, would push him back to normal, but Alehstrasza wasn't here now. The Astral almost found it pathetic, he used to be independant, at one point in his life he didn't need anyone but himself to survive, but here he was, relying on others. It may not have shown weakness, but weakness wasn't what bothered him. What bothered him is that it was a method of attack for those like Xard. Why go for a head-on attack when you could strike from the side? Sure, it was just as expected from someone who'd been alive as long as he had, but even he couldn't prevent everything. When he started caring about others, when he started relying on them, that's when things reverted to a Hellish status. Too many had died because of a hunt for the Astral, and with each death, with each splash of blood in his name, it tolled on his soul each time. However, his saving grace this time came not in the form of Alehstrasza, but a call. An emotion. A pure desire linked directly to him. One for his presence. "Madelyne..." He wasn't going to get off that easy, depression still lingered in his mind. A second wave of this same call came though, this one more urgent than the last. Damn it, there'll be plenty of time to hate yourself. Right now though? She needs you, she needs an immortal, she needs Indigo. While he would've preferred a call to return to his usual self that didn't involve the danger of someone else, he would nonetheless respond appropriately.
Taking off across the street, he ended up having to jump on the hood of a couple cars to get to the other side, but continued on at break-neck speeds. Weaving in and out of the crowds found on the streets, he ducked into the first alley he could find and removed the straps that kept his wings down and generally out of sight. Spreading them, a brief sight caught his eyes. Come on, really? Sighing, apparently his plumage had decided it would change, this time matching the deep blue hue of the Lapis Lazuli ring he offered to the King. However, there would be plenty of time later for admiring his wing's new choice of colour scheme. Jumping at the wall, he kicked off and began bouncing from the walls as a quicker method of scaling the buildings. Once he reached the top though, he jumped once more in the direction of the call he heard and used his wings to glide a longer distance. Sure, odds are someone would've seen him, but it was New York City. They'd seen strange things before, and he was willing to risk this for the princess' sake. As he was gliding, his eyes darted around the ground below him, searching. While he couldn't tell Madelyne's exact location, he at least had a good idea. His eyes were drawn to a bar a small ways off. Retracting his wings, the rapid descent would've seriously injured him if he hadn't spread his wings again, jerking himself up at the last minute. Throwing himself through the window may have been a bit excessive, but the element of shock and awe made up for it. Drawing the Blade of the Lost God as he rolled to a stop, the first thing he saw was a man with his arm around the lady Madelyne and Theoran with a sword at that man's throat. "Theoran, take Madelyne as far away from here as possible. I'll explain later." A couple of men around him had already started drawing side-arms, which complicated things a bit, but he was used to far worse. "Go, now!" His voice driving home the urgency of the situation, one look into his eyes would've shown a flash of anger, replaced by determination. A small trail of deep blue feathers came in Indigo's wake. The situation was less than ideal, but quickly degraded as he caught the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked. Instinct and training took over at this point, and rather than gutting the man, he settled for a blow to the solar plexus, knocking the wind but not quite the gun out of the man's hand. As he turned and delivered a round-house kick to another man's cheek, his eyes counted another eight, presumably armed, men. Hopefully though, Theoran would listen to what he said and leave with the lady Madelyne while he cleaned house.OOC: Curse you Kandrix! Totally beat me to the chase. :p
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 4:16 am
  Envy shoots at others and wounds itself. Envy prevents joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy  *~Location: Dining Hall, then New York Mall – In the company of: The Humilitan Royal Family, then New Yorkers, then back with Naedira~*
As a prince of Envy, Altonair had grown accustomed to warm greetings and polite mannerisms. It was quite the rare event to actually come into contact with someone who passed him an insult nor a hostility. Which is why it was all the more confusing when King Riley greeted him with untrusting words. The prince could do little more than nod at the King. "I certainly hope so." came his uncertain reply.
He took his designated seat, and was prepared to make sit through what was to be a difficult meeting with the family of his betrothed. Or, at least, that's what he had thought he was going to do. At the moment of acceptance of his situation, Altonair felt his senses dulll. His sense of location and time distorted and were nigh unrecognizable. And he could do little more than await the results of this unknown feeling as his surroundings changed.
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The surface he sat on was not the same as the one he felt before, not wooden nor even metal. It felt....stone-like. And cold. With his eye sight still being stored, his ears had picked up the sound of running water very close by. That wasn't all though: an odd rhythmic beat was clearly audible, it's deep tones juxtaposed with lighter, unknown tones. The prince was not aware that he was listening to the sound of what this realm called 'techno'.
As his eyesight was restored, the new surroundings he found himself were no more frightening than they were strange and new. From what he could tell, he was inside a large building, with clear windows offering a view into what appeared to be small markets. Many people walked by, their vastly different clothing indicating to him that he was in a much different place.
Altonair had felt himself been transported through magical means before (as the Catacombs debacle had shown him), and since the previous sensations he felt before were similar to the ones from his previous transportation, Altonair concluded that he had been the victim of yet another teleportation spell. And from the looks of his vastly different surroundings, he may not even be in the same land as before.
The Envian prince looked behind to find that the source of the running water was in fact a large fountain, in which he was sitting on. Sitting next to him on the fountain was a young bushy-haired man, wearing what looked like two long white earrings. The music he had heard before was emanating from the earrings, the subdued rhythms still pulsating audibly.
The young man looked over to Altonair, a somewhat surprised look overcoming his features. "Woah! Didn't even notice you. Sorry about that." he said, apologetic as he held his hands up in a defensive stance. Altonair tensed up when the young man noticed his clothing. "Nice threads. Never seen that brand before."
Altonair, besides feeling relief at the revealation of having this stranger speaking the same language as him, was unsure of how to answer the man's question. He stood up from the fountain, dusting off his pants. "Erm...I don't know where I am." came the prince's nervous tone, his hands folding together.
"Your accent's kinda funny. You're not from around here, are you?" The prince shook his head. "Tourist then. Don't worry, I'll help. You're in New York's Mall. Plenty of sights to see around here. Plenty of things to buy." Altonair nodded his head. So, this place was an indoor market. "Looking for anything in particular?" "Actually, I just wanted to sit down and rest for a moment, to get a better understanding of my environment before I get lost. I'll be going now." "So soon? Naw, just kidding. If you get lost, ask around a bit. Some of the locals might be a bit grumpy, but that's how it's like in the city that never sleeps!" "City that never sleeps...? Right, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you....?" "Alex. Name's Alex" "Alex. Right. Take care then."
The prince walked away from the friendly young man, who returned to his music and began reading a parchment that looked more like a map. So then, he was in New York. He never heard of it, and it didn't sound like any kingdom he had been aware of. Just were did he get transported to? And was the prince the only one to have been transported? Naedira and her family were not near him at the time of transportation, leaving him to believe that he was stranded in this new land of strange sights and people. Thankfully, his clothing wasn't too eye catching: the passing crowd had accepted his clothing as one befit a businessman, or a very suave individual, especially given his somewhat cool demeanor about him.
His wandering about the interior of the building was confusing and new to him, the halls being so spacious, yet so crowded with busy people, none of which looked either royal nor common. There were so many different types of clothing, Altonair could hardly discern the classes of the people, much less their occupation and their wealth. The subject of Rosalie and his previous grievances were forgotten for the time being, his attention focused on adapting and finding a way back to his own land.
As his captivated eyes roamed about the crowd, his gaze lingered a bit on a somewhat familiar sight: a dark flow of hair, an elegant and fair face nestled on the frame of a woman. It reminded him of Naedira, and he was certain it was her. Her clothing was a bit different from before, but the jewelry she wore from before was still intact. From the look of her, she was already blending in. And, it answered his earlier question: Altonair wasn't the only one transported to this land. That meant that the other guests of Veritas' castle might also be here!
He trailed behind the fair princess, slowly closing the distance between the two as he waded through the crowd. The crowd proved difficult to cut through, almost as one as a living entity of some sort. Like a swarm of wasps, or a school of fish.
When the prince finally caught up to Princess Naedira, his polite manners were quickly forgotten as he tentatively grasped her arm to stop her. "Naedira?" he called to her. His features were unsure, but his tone almost pleading, hoping that it was indeed her.
"You're here as well?"
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 9:40 am
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: Choosing another set of clothes; reunited with two known persons I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
- William Blake The heir responded with a slight grin in return at Corrine's almost-grin with her comment. He was merely worried because his own sword had gone missing, but since they were both armed now, he felt more than secure around these strange people. Not one of them had seemed to carry a weapon, not even like the one he'd seen the man trying to use against him earlier. He paused his thoughts of what sheep these people all were at the irony of Corrine's next statement. "A wolf? Interesting." He thought back to the time he'd seen the flash of wolf tail in the garden when Evony was out there, and was grateful he had not gotten the chance to hunt it down, thinking it was a wild beast. Imagine how far he would have fallen from the child's graces had he gifted her with its pelt. Of course, now that he realized the gardener whom Evony spent so much time with was a new man instead of a wolf (how did a wolf garden though???), he felt the burn of jealously deep inside him. This was something to be dealt with at home, and as soon as possible if it was to keep his plans on schedule.
"I see. If it wasn't enough trouble dealing with the god's games, we now have a witch to deal with. Cousin, I don't know about you, but I'm starting to think we'd be safer in Fortitude. The challenges would certainly be pathetic in comparison, yes?" The heir did not seem to care if the little maid heard him, as he was used to having servants pretend they didn't hear him anyway. Mainly though, he was trying to act nonchalant about it, just to see if she squirmed (possibly indicating she was from Fortitude). It would be a useful gloat to say that despite being enemies, he and his cousin had watched over one of the kingdom's servants without having any duty to.
When they entered the indoor-market, Lincoln stayed close to the servant for a little bit (just to make sure she was looking for clothing instead of a weapon), then glanced around. He was not particularly fond of the flannel jacket, though it was subdued, he wasn't a fan of wearing colors all that often. The heir saw a different light jacket, and removed the one he was wearing to replace it. It took him a few seconds to figure out the zipper, but then he pulled it up to his chest, rather satisfied. He also spotted a rack of many pants similar to the ones he was wearing, and without any need for any modesty (no one could see him from where he was anyway), he switched those as well, now clad in jeans that were better fitting and of a dark blue. he caught sight of a mirror and approached it to examine his reflection, to make sure his choices were satisfactory. He had chosen a black hoodie with no decorations, which accentuated the green of his eyes as well as the paleness of his skin. Leaving the hood undone, he used the sleeve to wipe away the few blood drops on his face, then turned to check for the two ladies.
He was not at all surprised at the way his cousin handled the man who was presumptuous enough to try to take her weapons from her. She did not gut him like a fish, and Lincoln felt proud she was his cousin. The two were just as temperamental as most from their kingdom, but they were also quite good at controlling their rage when need be. He had originally planned to pay the man some gold for these items, but instead decided there would be no payment for his dastardly insolence. The blond heir paused for a second as he saw what the maid was wearing, surprised at her temerity to wear something rather revealing. Well, at least without any confidence. Corrine at least fit her outfit based on the way she held herself. He thought he might have to find her something to more easily hide her weapons in, and moved a little deeper into the store, only somewhat listening to the maidservant's comment. He picked up a small sling backpack, wondering if the pockets would allow Corrine to get to her kukris' in a hurry.
Lincoln turned around when he heard a familiar voice. Though his face was impassive, he moved back towards his cousin and his little baby sister, feeling rather glad to see her safe. "Mishka," he said as he was closer, not wanting to interrupt his two family members, but not willing to ignore his sister when she was right here. He glanced to the side as someone greeted Corrine formally, and was a bit surprised to see Soren. Her clothes were rather tight, and though not as revealing as that maidservant's (she hadn't given her name, had she?), seemed like something he'd have to get used to in this strange place. She looked towards him and he gave her a nod of recognition. "It has been a long time, Lady Soren," he addressed her as he would a Valkyrie back home, the 'Lady' meaning the same as 'Sir' for a knight, to him in this case.
About to step closer to his sister now, he turned his head when he belatedly realized the noise the maidservant had mentioned was getting louder, as if approaching. "Perhaps we should vacate the area soon. We all have thought to change our attire to blend in, and making trouble would not assist in that goal," he mentioned as he realized the shopkeep had just run out the front door, waving his arms to get somebody's attention outside. "I believe I saw a back door this way," he motioned with a head movement, as the noise got louder and louder, annoying him with its shrill cry. Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:15 pm
~Kingdom: Hubris~
~Title: Heir~
~Location: I've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more. ~
Pulling himself out of his reverie, the heir’s head snapped back towards the pair in front of him. ”I see, though I wouldn’t put it past Veritas. If this is indeed that demon’s doing..then this probably isn’t a game,” he exhaled silently, obviously frustrated. He didn’t have a plan of action but it seemed that they did. He listened to the blonde speak about an adventure, and acquiring some currency. That meant that his coins wouldn’t work here then?
Trey wasn’t aware of how they would go about earning this currency, so he wasn’t expecting the blonde man to raise his voice. ”What is he doing..?” His eyes flitted over to the darker haired man, a hint of disapproval in his eyes. The idea was to draw less attention to themselves, and he was clearly not doing that. It wasn’t long before the second man joined in however, blindfolding himself for what came next. Trey wanted to protest, but he knew there was no talking them out of it.
He took a step back to observe as the two began to duel, noticing how the crowd stirred and several ‘oh’s and ah’s’ erupted from the cluster that surrounded them. They weren’t too shabby, and the fact that one of them was blindfolded only added to the effect. The brawl lasted just long enough for the mass to get their fill, throwing some cash in as the blonde landed flat on his back. ”Impressive, I wasn’t sure if that would work,” a faint grin formed on his lips as he moved a bit closer.
”Perhaps we should take our leave?” He knew it was probably best to change into some different attire but he didn’t really mind what he was wearing. Sure, it drew in some unnecessary attention but the heir basked in such recognition – positive or negative. ”Maybe we can exchange these outfits somewhere? Most of these people seem to think they are costumes after all..” he had been confronted by a few pedestrians who were set on knowing where he had procured such clothing. Maybe they would be willing to trade or even offer some funds for them?
[[OOC: You can auto him to the shops, or wherever they are moving next. :3]]
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 12:44 am
• 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: Central Park, near the carousel. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona had been standing there in the Gods gardens with Apollo and Kahler. They touched different subjects as the spoke and drank wine. Everything seemed to be going rather smoothly, at least after Maelona went into denial of what her and Kahler had spoken of when Apollo went in search of another glass. Though before long, things seemed to shift and change. Her eye sight went blurry for a moment, causing her to try and blink it away. As she opened her eyes though, she was no longer with Apollo or Kahler, nor was she in the gardens any longer, or at least not the garden she had been in only moments before.
One moment Maelona was having a good time with someone she considered a friend and the next she was all alone. Her blue gray orbs swept from side to side as her heart began to race slightly. This was nothing like she had ever seen before, and it worried her. There were trees all around her, though none of them seemed to be close enough together to be considered a forest. Not to mention the trees and grass were being protected by what looked to be a cast iron gate, one that seemed to stretch on and on.
Maelona jumped, suppressing a shriek as someone whizzed past her in a pair of shoes with wheels attached to them. It was an awkward looking contraption, though as she took note of the clothes, those seemed to be quite queer as well. Was this some kind of dream? If it was, how was her mind able to come up with such odd contraptions or even clothes for that matter. And what was this strange stone beneath her feet? It was not gravel nor was it stepping stones. Could she have really fallen asleep in the company of Apollo and Kahler?
Maelona closed her eyes and began to count to ten, willing herself to wake up and find herself back in the God's garden. Though as she opened her eyes, there was no such luck. She was still in the odd new world, and as this thought began to sink in, her heart began to race faster as panic began to take root. Her blue gray orbs began searching again, this time more wildly than before. This was not good. How had she gotten here? Was this another trick of the old God? Another trial, another game? One that he hadn't even warned her about?
Maelona took a single step before forcing herself to stop. Was that a good direction? Or was she better off going the other way? She turned slightly so she could see what lay down the other path, and from that direction she heard music. Her brows knitted together in confusion. She had never heard such music before, or at least the instrument that played it.
The sound of music made Maelona's decision. Perhaps there she could find some answers, after all, someone had to be playing it.
Maelona could feel eyes on her as she moved along the path, passing more and more oddly dressed people. Some looked at her like she was crazy when others looked upon her with amusement. She shook her head, keeping her eyes on the pathway which finally lead her to a small hut like building. The music seemed to be coming from inside, though as her eyes swept the scene before her, it had only confused her even more.
Inside the hut, there were horses which were placed upon golden poles which were then attached to a spinning contraption. She pressed a hand upon her mouth, children were riding the dead creatures as it traveled around in a circle! "What is this horrid contraption?" She asked to no one but herself, though it was not long before she got a response.
"My dear, it's a carousel." A rather elderly woman responded as she sized Maelona up. "Have you never seen one before?"
Maelona shook her head. "No... I have not..." She said slowly. "It is cruel to do such things to those poor creatures." She added sadly.
"My dear, you don't believe those are real horses, do you?" The old woman asked as confusion spread on her face. "They are only wooden." The old woman tilted her head slightly. "Are you alright child?"
"I, I am fine, thank you..." Maelona said with a small curtsy. "Though I do find myself confused. Pray tell, where have I found myself?"
"Where do you think you are?" The old woman asked.
"I, I do not know. All I do know is that I was in the gardens of Veritas's kingdom. I closed my eyes for only a moment, and when I opened them, I was here... Where ever here is."Maelona paused for a moment. "Do you know how I can go back?" Maelona asked, her voice pleading, hoping that the old woman's answer would be yes.
The old woman seemed to be as confused as Maelona herself. "Kingdom?" She questioned. "Maybe you should sit." She said taking Maelona's arm ever so gently. "I'll go and find a police man to help you." She said with a nod, leading Maelona to a close by bench. "Just stay right here, okay?"
Maelona nodded as she sat, as her stomach began to settle. The old woman was going to find someone to help her. "Thank you." Maelona said as she touched the old woman's arm. "You are quite kind." She said, only to get a nod from the woman before she walked away, now in search of a police man, whatever that was. •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 9:49 am
 A lady with a violin,
Playing to the seas
Hearken to the sound of calling
I tied myself to the wheel
The winds talk to my sails, not me
Come to me....Come to me... Somewhere _____________________________________________________ there my fate revealed...
I hear but how will I see? Kingdom Lust Rank: Youngest Princess Location:Lost in a Hallway “Lorelei?” The inflections that uttered the syllables of her name were familiar – familiar, but the threads themselves wouldn't truly be wanted. The voice that called to her was none but her eldest sister, Micah, the former heiress to Lust. It was a sound, that the siren could have lived without in truth; her memories were still fresh from watching the woman slaughter the first gentleman who'd paid her any mind. And then not minutes later, admitted that others had come to call on her – a secret that she'd not cared to indulge until the young princess' dismay was so near to suffocating her. And often since then, when Lorelei found herself considering her sister's words of consolation.... she wondered if Micah had merely made it up, or if they were in fact true... if, the then heiress had been jealous enough to help Richard lock her away.
A hand touched her shoulder, and Lorelei bit the inside of her cheek – the familiar fiery anger that Lorelei had been occasionally known for at home flaring. But only for a second. More than anything, the princess was afraid. Confused. And once again, hopelessly lost, with no sign of Kirios to lighten her mood. “I find myself to be fine, Micah.” The melodies in her voice did wonders to keep it from being crisp. “Presently, I'm lost... But other than that, she was fine. She wasn't in the midst of a group of men, all with their mouths practically watering with the promises her song offered them. Automatically, Lorelei shrugged the hand off of her; just because she was weak right now... didn't mean that she would allow for Micah to forget all that had transpired between them.
Ryan responded rather quickly. ~Does that include my sister?~ The tone of which she sent the last word would tell him which one it was, and despite it all... she was sour about the woman's presence. ~I'm in a closure.. let me find a way out of this maze, and I'll find your signs.~ Surely, Veritas hadn't sent them through another, horrific version of the catacombs. Hadn't the first round been traumatizing enough?
“Ryan's looking for me.” She said amber eyes drifting towards her sister. “Let's get out of here.” She didn't offer any more conversation; no doubt that Micah had heard about what Lorelei had discovered with Lucas, and the siren simply wasn't up for a “I told you so” lecture. It didn't change things, as much as Micah would like.
The pair had never been close – Micah had been within the realms of the court, while Lorelei wasn't allowed to even toe the edges. And short of Cat, Vincent, their mother and Dante on occasion... no one in Lust truly cared if she existed or not. Her thoughts drifted back to the prince who'd tried to help her through the shock... slowly her eyelids folded over her irises. He'd looked so pained moments before. Jealous... and hurt. Hadn't she told him a hundred times though? That they could never be? And he'd refused to pay heed to her warnings, her very desperate want for him to understand, that above all... she was untouchable. That she couldn't truly be his.
Swallowing her regret and pity, she reached out to who she would belong to... ~Haven~ But beyond that she didn't know what to say. That she was sorry? She'd said that, many times over. That, it was a bad idea for him to take her as a wife? She'd expressed that too. ~I need your courage more than anything right now.~ The princess only hoped that the fortitude that Haven so easily harbored would eventually touch her enough that she could wield it herself, and become what he expected of her outwardly.
“He said to follow the signs.” Lorelei murmured, not giving away to the fact that she was having more than one other conversation, all of which meant far more to her than that of her sister's trite dribble. Once more, she felt out, searching for her older sister Cat. ~Are you okay?~ She asked, feet moving her forward, searching for any way to escape the buzzing halls of what looked to be an indoor market.
She didn't take her hand, didn't even bother to see Micah would follow, but the portals were see through, and people were going in and out of them. Following the lead of all the strangely garbed people, the princess found herself out doors, with more obscurities every where. “Oh, my...”
~Ryan... I don't see your signs..~ Wall street... wall street. What an odd name. There was a soldier, dressed in blue, with shiny badge on his breast, a shortened, stubby block too rounded to be a sword on his side, with metals and other accessories decorating his belt. “Excuse me, sir...” she dipped into a curtsy, knowing this man wouldn't know who she was, any more than most people did. “Excuse me... I'm looking for Wall street... might you be able to assist a damsel in distress?” Her candied tones laced well with her words, her requests... and the man's lips curved into a smile. “Where on wall street are you goin', and I'll get you there.” He asked, thinking he'd take her to dinner first. Even in her ridiculous clothing.
“Wall street and where?” After all.. there were lots of intersections...
~Wall street and where, Ryan? Apparently Wall street is a really big place.~
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary: ]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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