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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 5:44 pm
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ƨɑϲʀәʠ ≪ ≪ ≪ ⋘ The Royal Shield ⋙ ≫ ≫ ≫ ƨɑȋȵț
Kingdom: [ Veritas' ] Rank: [ Royal Shield ] Location: [ Mall; I know girls have occasionally hit on me and tried to pick me up as Kahler would say, but never this aggressively... ]
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 Drawing Gospel across it's scabbard, he sheathed the Rune Blade before offering Kahler a hand to his feet. "Bloody Hell Apollo, I knew you were good in hand-to-hand, but you must've been training after we parted ways." Pulling the blonde to his feet, he simply shrugged his shoulders. Speaking up as he untied his scarf, it was clear only to those who knew him well enough, but a smirk, a grin even, was visible in his tone, "Not particularly. I just did what came naturally." Despite the deadpan comment, Kahler was still full of mock denial. "The hell you did, I went a** over tea kettle! Sure, you always win our sparring matches, but that was a next level a** kicking you delivered. Hell, I'd go as far as to say you oughta' remember that little bit for the next time you find yourself in trouble." Chuckling at his companion's response, he turned his attention to the Heir, whom he'd all but shoved out of his mind for the time being. "I suppose I'm glad you're impressed, but there's no need really." Relocating himself next to the heir, Kahler placed a hand on his shoulder in a friendly fashion. It may not have gone over with him well, but he was going to have to get over it, as given the circumstances, they would have to stick together. "See, Apollo here plays with a loaded deck. He's a Seer, I'd wager an awfully good one at that. Granted, he's still a world-class fighter whether he has foreseen the fight or not." With a dejected sigh, the young wanderer shook his head. "Enough Kahler. The heir is right, we should make ourselves scarce before we attract unwanted attention. However, I don't believe we've properly introduced ourselves. I am Apollo Saint Atlus, the Royal Shield." Bowing slightly as he said this, he assumed that the royal would understand the circumstances preventing the normal bow. "And I am his compatriot and blood brother, Kahler Epicurus, former mercenary with a heart of gold. Pleasure to meet you."
While it was true that Kahler was a people person and felt at ease in a crowd, he had to admit himself humbled by the gatherings at the large establishment known as a mall. After ten minutes or so of wandering through the mall, turning heads and attracting the eyes of all they passed as they went, the trio eventually found themselves at the entrance of a chain of clothing stores, the closest of which was some placed called 'Aeropostle.' "I suppose this is as good a place as any, eh?" Kahler said meekly. Funny. I never thought I'd see the day Kahler is overwhelmed by a crowd so full of women. As they entered, the mercenary and wanderer each looking at different portions of the store in curiosity and interest, they were approached by a young brunette. "Hi, welcome to Aero...postle...uhm, will you excuse me for one moment?" Almost as soon as she appeared, the girl vanished into some back room for a moment, returning shortly after with two other women. "Hi, my name's Remy. That's Jennifer, and that's Tori." Gesturing to the red-head and blonde respectively, they smiled almost in unison before splitting them up, Remy stealing Apollo, Jennifer leading Kahler away, leaving the heir with Tori. As he was lead away, Apollo looked back to Kahler for some form of assistance, only to find him happily enjoying his escort, as well as the prospect of Apollo getting forcibly picked up. In all their time together, not once had he managed to set him up with anyone, and here some plucky, cute little brunette was, forcing her way in like a mob of barbarians at the gates.
"So, what's your name?" The young brunette asked the Saint. Scratching his head lightly, he was somewhat taken aback. This was an entirely new situation for him, but basic instinct took over, much to his relief. "Apollo." So he was no wordsmith. It was commendable that he could even think given his current circumstances. "Apollo? That's strange...I like it. So, what can we get for you?" Winking at the wanderer as she said this, it was no surprise that he was blushing at this point. The only relief in this situation was that Kahler wasn't watching, he was far too busy with his own "problem." "Ah...thanks. Just...need a change of clothes." An unmistakably cute giggle burst from Remy as she covered her mouth politely. "You are adorable. You don't need to feel so nervous, I'm not gonna' bite you. I really like your tattoos though, where'd you get them?" As she said this, the young brunette was pulling a few shirts off a rack, holding them up to him momentarily before either putting them over her other arm or back on the rack. "Sorry. I'm not usually approached, certainly not this boldly. My family did the tattoos though. Raising a brow in curiosity as he said this, Remy took a couple steps closer to him and stood on her toes, brushing the hair out of the way of his marking. "Really? You're pretty sexy, I thought you would've had a girlfriend... So your family does tattoos? That's really cool, I've actually been thinking about getting another one. Not many people really get to see my first one, probably because of where I got it..." Blushing slightly as she said this, she backed up from Apollo a bit and bit her lip before looking up at him with a look of almost unmatched innocence, even he would admit it unbearably cute. "Do...do you wanna' see it?"
"So your name is Kahler huh? Pretty weird name for a pretty cute guy." Jennifer said as she sized the mercenary up. "Cute huh? You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself, best watch what you say though, I'm awfully fond of flattery. The red-head raised a brow in interest and closed the already noticeably small distance between then, putting her right in his face. "I think I'll take my chances hun. Got a favourite colour?" Placing his hands on her shoulders, he spun the red-head around so she was facing the clothes hanging on the wall before leaning in and whispering in her ear, "Yeah, whatever you think looks best." It was no secret that Kahler had been around his share of times and then some, and he had picked up various techniques accordingly. He was nothing shy of a conversationalist that took it to an art, able to lead conversations in any way he pleased, be it to the bedroom or the arms of a friend, specifically Apollo. Speaking of, wonder how he's doing? While Jennifer was in a moment of bliss, oblivious of her surroundings, the blonde-haired man took the opportunity to sneak a peak, only to find himself in utter astonishment. His mouth very nearly agape, he watched on as the spunky brunette got up in his face, presumably going in for the kill and stealing what would've likely been his first kiss. However, much to his dismay, his attention returned to Jennifer to find her stupor at an end. "Don't worry 'bout your friend. Remy is a good girl, she'll take perfect care of him. Now, let's get you out of those clothes..." Folding his arms, Kahler raised a brow in interest. "I believe you forgot the part where you say "and into something more comfortable." With a coy smile, the red-head brushed a finger across his cheek and winked. "No I didn't."
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 5:51 pm
 - ʆʊςɐʂ Ӎɐʂʈεrʂoɳ - ▀ ▄▀ ▄▀ ▄▀ ▄▀ ▄ Kingdom: Wrath
Rank: Youngest Prince
Location: bathroom being brutally beaten by a woman and now I'm not really sure. (food court at a mall).
The prince pulled his attentions back to himself, he need to make sure that his unpleasant nature stayed leashed. So that the beast that fought against it's restraints would not attack those near by. He closed his eyes as he listened to his brother speak, pulling off of the heir's strength. Using it to push the beast back, further into the folds of Lucas' mind. He'd been gone for nearly a month and the emotions that welled with in his chest were strong, if not stronger for the princess. Yet he felt helpless as if she was put in front of him just to toucher him and make him realize what he couldn't have.
Get a hold of yourself Lucas! You are a prince of Wrath. They do not behave in such a manner, have some dignity. He told himself as he realized that the sound of his brother's voice had faded and was replaced by a dull roar. What on earth? He thought as he reopened his eyes. He no longer stood in the hallway with the group of men and Lorelei but rather in a small stall. He raised his brow as his gaze looked at each wall that was cut off from a foot from the ceiling and a foot from the floor. The one before him appeared to be on hinges and he wagered it was the door. But how did he get in here? He didn't waltz through that door. He knew that for certain.
Then it occurred to Lucas that his feet were wet and were growing wetter by the minute. Dark pools looked down and a small growl slipped from his lips. What trick was this? He thought as he raised one foot from the toilet, his boots was sopping wet. He grimaced as he put the toe of his boot on the rim of the bowel and used the sides of the stall to pull himself up. Ones the prince stood comfortably on the bowl, managing to keep himself from slipping off of the thin rim. He looked down at his boots, thankful that they were an older pair and not new. Had they been new he probably would have torn about the small room he stood in.
But before his thoughts could go much farther the stall door swung open and before him stood a very plump woman with eyes the size of sauce pans. His expression mirrored hers. Great could this get any worse? He thought as the woman began to shriek. I think I spoke to soon. He thought ones more as she began to swing her overly large bag at the prince. Smacking him on several occasions.
"Pervert!" She cried as he lowered a hand to block her attacks, his footing slipping and sending more water into his boot and onto the floor. "Calm yourself woman." He demanded as he tried to block more hits. s**t my foot is stuck. He thought as he began to tug on his foot trying to free it from the tight binds of the bowl. Her jerked helpless on his foot as he struggled to block the on coming attacks from the woman. What was in her bag, bricks? He thought and tugged one last time on his foot sending him hurtling into the woman.
Then with out a second of rest more woman began attacking him as he laid on top of the woman. The others that stood around him began to kick and smack them in the same way that the woman beneath him had. They all shouted at him as he attempted to block each of their attacks. "Get off me!" He shouted and with in seconds all the kicking and smacking stopped. Huh? He thought as he raised his gaze and all the woman seemed to be in a stumper. "Well you're a handsome fella." The woman below him said, making his eyes grow as he scrambled to get up and get away from her.
His chest heaved as he looked to each woman, their expressions resembling the next. Had he used the spell of the siren and not realized it? That had never happened before...though he'd never had been attacked by several woman or trapped by a toilet.
These woman are insane. One moment they're beating you the next they are throwing themselves at you. As the woman watched him he took the moment to escape the confines of the bathroom. Eyes followed him as he made his way from the bathroom, a path water followed him and an annoying sloshing sound came from his wet boots. His gaze traveled through out the area and looked for someone that he may know. Yet found no one. His visit at Veritas' was so short he hadn't really gotten the chance to meet any of the other royals. His hand went through his hair as he looked down to his boots and as he did such he evaluated his clothing. He probably could find something to wear so that he would fit in better.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 3:09 pm
  
~Kingdom: Hubris~
~Title: Heir~
~Location: Feeling like an awkward turtle. ~
Trey let his gaze slide over towards the blonde-haired man as he placed a hand against his shoulder, something that he wasn’t quite accustomed to. Normally he would’ve seen it as an act of disrespect, but it wasn’t the time or place to bring up such a petty disagreement. The look on the man’s face alone displayed only a playful demeanor – not the type that was trying to rub him the wrong way, and so he kept quiet, already distracted by the man’s next statement. ”A seer?” He repeated, a hint of curiosity glazing his dark orbs as he glanced back at the second man. ”I see, that must come in handy quite a bit, I don’t come across clairvoyants very often,” any kingdom would be lucky to have a warrior with such abilities really. He knew they didn’t have much time to just chat idly, so he made a mental note to inquire about their kingdoms further down the road.
”Of course, with all the commotion I seem to have forgotten introductions,” he nodded, looking between the pair as they both gave their names and titles. ”Pleased to make both your acquaintances, as you know I am the heir of Hubris – Trey Bellerose,” his head dipped just a fraction in acknowledgement. With all their introductions out of the way, they were free to explore the area freely. Trey only hoped that they would come across someone who actually knew what was going on. They couldn’t be the only ones who had been dropped into this peculiar area without notice. Perhaps his kin were here too?
Somehow, the trio found themselves in a shopping center, teeming with people. The heir knew they were out of place by the looks that these people were giving them but he paid them no mind. Were they really that unused to this attire, or was it something else that was off about them? Trey didn’t even know where to begin so it came as a relief when Kahler stopped at the nearest store, one with a large sign that read ‘Aeropostle’. ”How…quaint,” the clothing was bizarre to say the least but it seemed popular enough.
He moved inside with the others, staring at one of the mannequins for a moment before tugging on its attire. He only turned when he heard the voice of a woman, introducing two others that followed close behind her. Trey was about to open his mouth to speak before the three split them up, the blonde grasping his arm gently to pull him to the opposite side of the room. Were all the women here so..bold?
”The name’s Tori as you know, what might I call you?” She asked with a small smile as she stopped near one of the racks. ”Erm…Prince Trey of Hubris,” his brows furrowed in frustration as the woman looked at him quizzically. It was an automatic response from him, and he wasn’t used to these commoners referring to him as anything else. ”Prince Trey? You must not be from around here, huh?” A small, delicate laugh left her lips as she fingered through a stack of shirts. ”No, I seem to be far from home,” he shook his head, looking down at her for a moment. ”That’s quite alright, we’ll get you out of these clothes and into something a little more…updated. What’s your size? Small, medium, large…?” She eyed him for a moment, something akin to a hawk. Trey wasn’t used to those measurements ”I’m not quite sure..” the seamstresses usually hemmed his clothing to fit correctly. The girl merely smiled as she reached up to grasp the edges of his shirt, circling him to see if there was a tag in his shirt – no luck; though she touched him more than necessary. ”I’d say a medium, we’ll see how it works out,” she told him, grabbing a deep green v-neck from the rack.
Trey was obviously uncomfortable but she moved on to examine his pants as well, taking a hold of the waistline to guesstimate. ”I-I don’t think this is appropriate,” he murmured, glancing around for a moment. ”It’s quite alright dear, I’m not going to take advantage of you..much,” the last part was barely a whisper, though the smirk was painted clearly across her lips. ”Try these on,” she told him as she handed over the shirt, and a pair of dark blue faded jeans.
The prince nodded silently as she led him towards the fitting rooms, opening one of the stalls so that he could go inside. ’These women are like animals..’ he shook his head, shutting the door behind himself as he began to undress and change. It only took him about a minute, opening the door slowly to poke his head out. "I believe this shirt is too small.." his voice was low, directed at the girl just outside his stall. "Let me see," she pulled the door open without warning, causing Trey to straighten out, but he didn't step out. "It's perfect," she disagreed, looking him up and down for a brief moment. "It's too..clingy," he frowned, tugging at the fabric that was obviously too tight. "You're the only one who thinks so, you look hot," she grinned, ushering him out of the stall. "Hot?" He questioned, quite certain that he wasn't running a fever.
 
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 6:42 pm
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice
Rank: Sellsword
Location: TailGate's? I still prefer the Bottomless Tankard back home...
Theoran didn't even blink when Xakstrazi burst through the window. Not because he knew who it would be, but because his attention was divided enough as it was to be able to risk putting much thought into the shower of glass. However, the quick glance he risked offered a slight sense of relief. "Nice to see you too," he replied sarcastically to his instructions. The urgency in Xakstrazi's voice when he reiterated his command was palpable though, and he recognised that there would be time for pleasantries later. For now, he was way in over his head.
Pressing his blade against the man's throat threateningly, Theoran gently took Madelyne's wrist and lead her out of the man's arm and behind the well-out-of-place warrior. There was a strange clicking noise just before a man was blown back by Xakstrazi, winded but still holding the strange device. Protectively pushing the Princess towards the door, Theoran began to back up cautiously. Catching sight of a roundhouse kick, he drifted his attention back to the Astral, looking prepared to take on the other eight men. "I hope you know what you're doing," he breathed.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 8:44 pm
 Corrine Brooke Masterson Kingdom: Wrath ✩ Rank: Arch Duchess ✩ Location: The Unknown City ✩ Streets  The Arch Duchess heard her name, whipping her attentions around to see a face she'd not seen for many years. Her features were distinguished -- definitely from Wrath, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth despite their situation. Mishka looked worse for the wear, Corrine not sure she wanted to know what happened to her. Before she could really say anything, another face appeared, Soren, if she remembered correctly. Lincoln moved to greet his sister, Corrine watching as they changed into clothes that fit this world more as well. Her green eyes constantly moved between those of the group and over to the merchant to make sure that he did not attempt to relieve her of anything again. Of course, when she heard her name a second time, her attentions turn to the knight asking her how they came to this realm, the brunette tossing her hair over her shoulders.
"I wish I know. I believe it has something to do with the witch's magic that turned the gardener Sokar from his wolfen form to that of a man. But I was just as surprised to be transported to this world as all others," she said simply, she sounds of approaching monsters, screaming it seemed, coming to her ears. The maid, Ella, pointed them out, suggesting that the sound did not bode well for them. The Arch Duchess had to agree.
Her cousin, the ever observant heir, mentioned that there was a back way out of the store, Corrine glad they'd decided not to pay the merchant for his wares considering his intolerable behavior towards her. He was lucky she hadn't slain him on the spot. The Arch Duchess brushed past her cousins, heading out the door and holding it open for the rest of the group as well.
"Let's disappear before those beasts arrive. We don't need to draw more attention to ourselves than we already have," she said quickly, tucking her weapons into the bag Lincoln handed to her moments before. She preferred, as a daughter of Wrath, to carry her weapons on her at all times. However, it seemed that it was just not possible in these clothes - again, she thought about their ability to adapt. Now, it was just a matter of figuring out how they were going to get back to their own realm, or at least remaining alive long enough in this one to see that event occur through someone else's doing. Considering the fact they were all transported here, there has to be others from Veritas' castle that were transported here as well.. ((Oodles Of Carrots: )
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 9:11 pm
 Sasha Steel Kingdom: Justice
Role: Bard
Stage: The... Seriously? "Big Apple"?
Inspiration: Making the best of a bad situation. 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 Introductions had been awkward, Sasha still wasn't sure if the pair had fully grasped the concept of his name, let alone trying to define from where he exactly came from. Apparently this was a race so inept with reality that they defined "magic" as simple slight of hand illusions, not the arcane practices of sane individuals that Sasha was used to dealing with. Of course, that was child's play compared to trying to get a proper definition of their location. "Why, exactly, is it called "the Big Apple"?" Sasha humoured, expecting a less than satisfactory answer. "I think there used to be a really big orchid here at one stage or something," the younger man, Joel, had said. If it was possible, Leon, the decidedly less mentally present of the pair, managed to give a more enlightened explanation. "Nah man, it's an old term used by jockey's in reference to the tracks in and around New York."
Sasha was stunned. Blinking dumbly, he risked a follow-up question. "So... the apple was initially in relation to a prize?" "What prize, man? It's probably because of a number of orchids or something." Positively flabbergasted beyond reason, Sasha decided it best just to leave it and change the subject. "So where were you taking me, again?" "We're going to see Samuel, man. He'll know what to do, he knows everything man, and nothing. A real mystic, man." As they left what Sasha now knew as an "apartment," they were greeted by innumerable people, smells, and noises. A recurring theme in this Godforsaken place.
Sasha didn't even bother trying to count the amount of confused stares he was getting, he assumed it was due to his hat. He had to remove it in order to fit through the door, so he figured this was a race unaccustomed to the finer arts of fashion. A point supported by the outlandish attire that everyone seemed to be wearing. The impressive display of height reached by the building had Sasha lose all track of time, and before he knew it, he was being ushered into another, more degraded, "apartment building." After communicating on some telepathic device, the door was unlocked and they made their way to the top, and into an "apartment" that smelled somewhat similar to the guild hall dedicated to the poets society back in Justice. How he wished he was back at Justice.
"Close the door, man! Satellites are everywhere!" Sasha didn't ask, but he assumed this was Samuel. "And you must be the stranger Leon told me about. Please, sit, have a burger man. I'll be with you shortly." Sasha didn't argue as the man disappeared into a back room, to do he didn't want to know what. Sitting down, he took on of the packages at the centre of the table and unwrapped it gingerly. It smelt like food... kind of. Carefully, he took a bite, before his taste buds took over and he was compelled to spit it out. "You actually eat this!?" Sasha exclaimed, summoning Samuel back in. "At last! A taster of the truth! I knew there were mind control agents in our food!" Scanning the room, he found he was met with blank stares. "Unbelievers! Why do you think they call it MSG? MSG is a common acronym for message. A coincidence? I think not!"
"Hey, come on man. The government doesn't have the resources for that kind of thing. Why do you think they tax everything?" By the expression on his face, Sasha assumed Leon and Samuel quite often had this argument. "Exactly, they're in debt because they waste their fund trying to get into our brains. And it works! Do you remember Woodstock?" "Nah man, that's how I know it was worth it!" "That's my point! We know we all went, yet we can't remember what happened! The government are in our heads man, have been since the 60's! I still can't remember the 70's, or most of the 80's, and I've been meditating for more than ten years now! What don't the government want us to know?"
Sasha sighed deeply as the conversation carried on, none of it making any sense. The amazing thing was, these people actually made the poets society look sober! He doubted any amount of bleeding would cure these people of their ailment. What was worse, there were a few odd smells coming from that back room, and Sasha was beginning to think that the walls weren't exactly stable, swaying and pulsing like they were. Were they doing that when he waked in? If ever he got back, the one responsible was in for a world of hurt.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: Thu May 19, 2011 11:24 am
 ღӍiȿђҟa Ӎaȿʈϵrȿoȵღ Kingdom:Wrath ~ Rank: Youngest Princess ~ Location: With two of her family members, Soren and fleeing from a shop.
The youngest of Wrath returned the smile to her cousin. Thankful that it was indeed her and she couldn’t help this sudden rush of joy that stamped out any fear she’d had. This would be alright and the young princess was safe now. Mishka’s attetion drifted to the Knight who had saved her life but were quickly stolen away by her eldest brother. Lincoln. He looked different in the garbs of this time but none the less she knew it to be her older brother. She couldn‘t remove the smile from her lips as she stared up at him. Yet as she went to greet her brother a pretty little thing came from the back and annonced that they probably should go do to the noise that till just that moment Mishka hadn’t heard. She turned to look out the back window as her brothers voice broke threw the shreaking and as always he knew what to do.
“Wait.” She said as she made her way back to the window. She’d be damned if she was going to have to flee this place in tattered cloths. She grabbed the garment that had caught her eye in the first place and quickly made her way to the back of the store where she’d noticed the other girl coming from and also Soren had entered here as well. Mishka entered the small room and disrobbed. It was a quick process considering she didn’t have to fight with her corset and quickly slid into the garment.
The colors of it made it to wear she could leave her red heals on and for that she was pleased. The princess stole a glance at herslef in the mirror and bit her lip as she noticed the cuts on her chest. They’d stopped bleeding but looked angry, the princess bit her lip and tore her gaze away. Later she thought as she left her clothing in the room but glanced back at where her Kantana laid. She couldn’t leave that here. She’d never part with the blade and quickly snatched it as she went out the door and looked at the group.
“Alright let us go.” She said flashing them a smile as she clutched her sword close to her chest. She tried to ignore the sound as it hummed through the place and she flet a hand on her shoulder. She looked at the clerk who had been at the front of the store. “Are you going to pay for that?” He asked, his gaze narrowing at the princess. She offered him a timid smile and thought for a moment. She hadn’t any money on her person but something accured to her. Her voice she could easily use it to make him not think of it and perhapse he would forget about the group as well.
“I’m sorry. But I don’t have any money on me.” She murmured, her cords were laced heavily with the melody of the siren as they wrapped around him. His expression seemed to soften and she hoped he wouldn’t press on the subject. She wonderd if he would truly allow them to escape the horrible sound that reminded her oddly of the scream of a banshee. As his hand moved away from her shoulder and fell to his side and a goofy expression graced his face she knew that she had him. She’d used so much of the call that he was drunk on the sound of it. Competely charmed by the melody of her voice and she wondered for a moment if she could make him forget them every being here. But her voice didn’t work in such a way.
“My you’re pretty. Can I have your number?” He asked. Number? What number was he asking for? She thought as she glanced to the front of the store, flashing lights now flickerd out infront of the building and the noise was so loud it was deafing. “Maybe another time.” She said to him as she made her way out the back door, clutching her sword closely to her chest.
[[Ooc: Someone feel free to move them to a safer destination.]]
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 12:09 pm
  
Ladies and Gentlemen.... Claus Revelle
Royal Jester of Veritas Where am I?: New York Streets ~*~ Who am I entertaining?: A fat New Yorker, then none
....Boys and Girls  Claus was very used to the sensation of teleportation, as he had fallen victim/prey/became the target of many spells in the past. Therefore, the only amount of emotion he showed at the feeling of being transported was confusion, wondering where he would be taken. The magic didn't feel like anything he felt before, no familiarity present in the tingles of magic swirling around him.
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Never before had Claus seen a more obese person in his life. He had seen portraits of marginally fat people, plump with health and wealth. But this man he was face to face with was just much too fat. It didn't even look like it was offset by good health or wealth: just fat. It didn't help that the first thing his eyes focused on once he found himself in his new environment was this overweight caricature of the human image gone horribly wrong. From the gray hair that was brushed messily on his scalp, to the stretching business suit there was hardly an attractive aspect of this man. The wedding ring located on the man's ring finger would certainly shock Claus if he spotted it.
The fat man was understandably shocked, as this jester-looking person just seemed to appear out of thin air before his very eyes. He couldn't tell if his prescription medicine was getting to him, or if this was a very confusing reality. He decided to try and find out.
"Where...the hell did you come from?!" "How...the hell did you get so fat?" the jester replied, mimicking the fat man's tone and posture. The fat man, feeling insulted, backed away and continued his bewildered retort to Claus. Unfortunately, the jester was not done picking on the fat man.
"Go to hell! You shouldn't even talk about looks!" "Seriously, is exercise a taboo in this land? Or do you just feel comfortable knowing that on the other side of this land, a giant pillar of earth is rising due to your weight pushing it up?" "Not with someone as heavy as you! I'll throw out my beautiful spine!" "Why I oughta...!" "What you ought to do is tell me when was the last time you saw your knees." "You little-" "Compared to you, my kingdom might as well be little." "Shut up!" "Well, if you learned how to shut your mouth, you might not be able to shove any more food down your throat." "I'll kill you where you stand!" "I bet that would be the best workout you've had in your entire lifetime, especially if I started running! Careful not to make the earth quake!" "You won't be talking so much when I have my hands around your throat and strangle you!" "Speaking of which, I cannot locate your neck!"
Their back and forth rambling left the fat business man short of breath, his legs wobbling with fatigue. Combined with his rising blood pressure, the man couldn't take it anymore and simply passed out onto the floor. And to be honest, Claus was actually glad he did: he didn't like breathing the same air as that fat man. He normally wasn't this hateful towards people, but this man was just pushing it with his obese look.
Finally taking his eyes off of the business man's form, Claus finally took note of his surroundings. He seemed to be in a hallway of some sort, one that led to a door that led to an outside area with passing people. The prospect of more people only gave him one thought.
Oh joy! A new audience! I must see the sights!
The red jester made his way out the door and began taking in the sights of this new land, not aware that he was in New York City. He also payed no mind the passing civilians who gave him weird looks. Then again, most of them scoffed and continued walking, mumbling about 'a new performer that's trying to take Naked Cowboy's thunder'.
{{{O.O.C.: Crap post. I apologize for the large amount of time taken to post as him. Feel free to interact with him, as I have no idea who to have him meet up with.}}}
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 12:54 pm
Location: Chaotic store to dingy ally way
Title: Servant
Kingdom: Hubris
The noise was growing louder, and Ella wondered what sort of beast made a sound like that. Her eyes were frantically darting around the store, watching the clerk as he stood behind a glass case his eyes going from the window, to the group, then back to the window. He was desperately hoping someone would come but the servant had no idea who he could possibly be waiting for. Perhaps it was that thing that was making such a racket outside? Good heavens Ella hoped not. She really didn’t want to meet whatever that thing was.
But something the man said caught Ella’s attention (she really should have gotten their names sooner). He mentioned Fortitude, which sent her heart thumping and her eyes immediately locked onto Lincoln’s form. What was he talking about Fortitude for? Was this man an ally of the Kingdom?
No, no from the way Lincoln talked to Corrine it was apparent that this man held nothing but malice for Fortitude. He said he had wished he were in Fortitude instead of this world, because Fortitude would be easier deal with, even pathetic in comparison. Ella’s face dropped a little, her expression growing sad as the man talked of her home Kingdom in such a way. The view in the servants mind went from a friend to a foe in a matter of seconds. Now Ella tried to place a name, and possibly a Kingdom, to this man. If they were enemies of Fortitude then they were no friends to Ella and they could potentially harm her. That is, IF they found out she was originally from Fortitude. If she kept her appearance as a proper servant of Hubris maybe she would be safe until she found some people she actually knew from the castle.
Up until that point Ella had largely ignored the two people who joined them. Both were women although one addressed the first woman as cousin. They were all related? The situation just kept more interesting and possibly troublesome. The man then addressed one woman as ‘Mishka’ the other ‘Lady Soren’. Remaining quiet, the servant began to rack her brain as to where she had heard those names before. But it just wasn’t coming to her at that moment, mostly because the loud screeching noise was virtually outside the shop.
The man motioned to a door at the rear of the store, and following Corrine, Ella quickly skittered through the door and into the back ally way. She looked around as everyone else filed out, the sirens now most certainly in front of the store. The ally was small, almost too small for the group. Though Ella noticed a gate that appeared to go from the ally way to a new place. She went over to it and pushed it open, the lock had rusted away long ago. “I….” she began to speak, but her voice was initially drowned out by the commotion going on out front. “I think we should go through here.” She motioned to the gate. Upon opening it all the way, the gate lead to a brick building, its windows and doors boarded up with some sort of wood. One of the windows had lost its wooden blockade and was wide open. “If we go in here maybe we can escape through another door once we are inside.” It was a risky chance, but what other choice did they have?
Out Of Character: I figured the next poster could have them hiding inside the building or fleeing through another door.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 12:56 pm
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: I have no idea where I am, Lets hope this group doesn't become too large, or else we will not be able to hide ourselves amongst the crowd.
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
When Lincoln addressed her, the woman had to stop a look of confusion from appearing on her face. Wait, he just said long time. He wouldn't have said that if...Her eyes closed for a second to fight off the quick burst of anger. So that was an imposter! I was foolish to even remotely believe that was the Wrath heir I was with. Then again, that person looked exactly like Lincoln. I'm not sure they acted the same, since I've only had brief interactions with either. Though, Lincoln should know someone is impersonating him. Thus, her eyes opened and she nodded to Lincoln. "Yes, it has been awhile Sir Lincoln. Though, I do believe others may say otherwise." The knight tried to infer to the heir that there could be someone looking like him running about right now. But, she felt this was not the time or place to have the full discussion.
Then, the Arch Duchess(Corrine) mentioned a witch being possible being the cause of their new found location. "I would not be surprised if the two are connected. While the God of the castle is devious, I do not imagine him wanting to risk his head over such a trivial thing as self-entertainment." Soren furrowed her brow slightly as she wondered more about the witch. If it is this witch, I wonder why she wanted to teleport all of us here? We did nothing against her that I know of...unless she hates the God so much that she took her hatred out on his charges...That could be possible....But, no time to try and figure out if it was truly the witch, or Veritas.
Her thoughts were stopped when the servant girl(Ella) spoke of a sound coming closer. Her eyes could hear the blaring of it now. If it hadn't been for her mind being focused on the group, the knight felt her hands would have immediately covered her ears. That sounds too much like a banshee screaming. How can the people of this realm stand such a sound? A small cringe on her face showed her annoyance. Luckily, Lincoln found a back door out of the store. "I agree with you all. Lets leave before these 'banshees' can ruin our hearing some more." The knight stopped herself from rolling her eyes as she made her towards the door.
However, Soren stopped when she realized Mishka hadn't followed. Her head turned to see the princess getting her own change of clothes. Right. Wouldn't want to be going around in a torn up corset if I was her. After Mishka changed, Soren made her way through the door. Due to this, the knight had put herself out of range of the siren voice, already having made her way towards the end of the alleyway. But, she couldn't help but notice how nice Mishka looked in the dress when she entered the alleyway. While that dress isn't my style, and I wouldn't be caught wearing it...At least others can make it look a bit better than it did on that strange statue.
As the knight made sure none of those 'banshees' had appeared on this side of the building, she turned towards the others. "While I am clueless to this place like the rest of you, I suggest we make our way to these underground dungeons I found myself upon being teleported here? They seem to be a form of teleportation for these strange people. Might be able to get us far away from here, and possibly closer to others a lot faster than walking would." Her hand pointed towards a entrance to one of the underground dungeons across the street from them, not knowing it was called a subway entrance. They probably can't see it from where they are standing. I am standing closer to the street after all. But then, the servant girl(Ella) suggested they flee through the area beyond the rusted gate closer to most of the group. "Or, we can do that. I think either way is better than doing nothing at all." Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 8:38 pm
Location: Ellis IslandxxxxxKingdom: HubrisxxxxxRank: Countess
 xxxxxxxI guess I should be ashamed...
Well…I suppose this could be worse…
Autumn didn’t know what to make of it. The last time her visions had lasted this long…they hadn’t been visions…actually, if she really thought about it, she had gotten hurt from it. The wound hadn’t been major but it was still somewhat of an inconvenience for an injury to happen. That involved finding a bandage and either getting someone to fix her up, or more annoyingly, fix herself up should no one be available. Autumn sighed. She watched as the sun started to set and the people from her visions started to thin out from around her. Really now, she was quite done with this whole illusion thing. It had gone on for quite a long time, what felt like what could be hours. Judging from the fading light, it really had been hours. Had she really sat there in that spot for that long? She shook her head minutely. Heavens no, there was no way she had…another trick of her eyes surly.
A security guard approached her as the park was set to close. He caustically looked left and right before looking down at her with skeptical eyes. ”So Princess, where’s the rest of your loyal subjects?” She didn’t even look up at him as he spoke. After all, he was but a vision, not something that could touch her, effect her in any way. All that would come of her paying attention to him would be that someone from the real world would catch her talking to nothing and unless she was drunk, as she never was, then someone might catch on.
The guard scratched his head. ”Huh…you hear me?” She still said nothing. He sighed, leaning down and taking her by the bicept and pulling her to her feet. Her eyes widened slightly. What…he could…could touch her? Oh no…oh no no no…this wasn’t an illusion or else she couldn’t see who this really was…Oh she was impertinent. That was it. She just couldn’t tell who this was. She didn’t resist, allowing him to pull her up.
”I’m not the princess, I’m but a Countess.” Her face was the epitome of boredom as she addressed the security officer. He raised a brow, now understanding that he was dealing with a psychotic person. ”Oooookay then…let’s go lady…” He was a bit more forceful with her when picking her up, keeping a tight grip on her arm. He knew that these crazies had a habit of being super strong and resistant…or at least that’s what his training told him. Autumn adopted a slight look of indignation. ”Who do you think you are addressing as such? Unhand me immediately.” She still didn’t resist, thinking he would release her as soon as she spoke. Likewise, her voice remained neutral despite the small change in her facial features. The man kept a good hold of her, not really caring that she was letting him drag her along, and started walking them towards the front gate. He grabbed his walkie talkie with his free hand, speaking into it. "Hey, we have a blond caucasian woman, stands about five foot four or five...I think she escaped the guys with the white coats..." A voice crackled back over the speaker. "Okay, gotcha." The guard led her to the boat about to leave for Ellis Island. He handed her off to another guard. "Make sure she gets outta here, huh?" The other man nodded as she was escorted. Suddenly, what looked like a geyser of water shot upward, catching both men's attention, giving the girl enough time to slip away to another part of the boat. Such thing did not phase her anymore, not after the visions she had seen.
She caught sight of the Elf and made her way over to him. She had seen him before...at the dinning hall the first day she arrived, had she not? At least it was a familiar face with familiar clothing and not the other strange things she was seeing. Her features were once more the epitome of boredome or quite possibly indifference as she simply stood beside Valas. She was still under the impression that what she saw where visions and not truly there so she seemed much more casual about the whole affair than she should have been, being unused to their hosts usual ways of entertaining himself. So she made introductions as if they were in the gardens, where she chose to believe they were. She was going to be civil...but she was so unused to just talking to people first... "I don't believe we have met. Seeing as how you are alone at the moment, would you object to my company? I am Autumn Bellerose, Countess of Hubris."
But I forget to be vain Well I did the best I could I guess xxxxxx xxxxxxBut everything just bleeds xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✿OOC✿ EDITED
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 9:19 pm
Kingdom: Justice Rank: Heir Location: who the heck knows falling on The Statue of Liberty The Elf prince had been walking along the hallways of the castle when he felt an unfamiliar but unmistakable tug of magic washing over him. He started to look around but was lifted from the ground and simply vanished from the castle. As Valas reappeared he realized from the feeling in his stomach he was falling. The prince’s eyes opened in fear as he realized he was falling onto the bottom of a giant torch. As Valas fell he braced himself and said, “This is going to hurt.” With a thud he smacked onto the handle and grabbed on for dear life. The young elf gasps for breath and settles down while looking at his surroundings. The most unusual thing he notices is he is on a giant metal statue of a greenish hue. Where had that old b*****d sent them this time? This is starting to get quite tiresome he thought to himself. The sheer height of the statue made him wonder how such a thing could be built. The heir of Justice crawled down the arm of the statue and noticed that there were people inside the statue staring at him and yelling for him to come inside. It seemed that some of the people were pointing at his robes and laughing. He walked carefully over along the flattest part of the arm and saw a man in a blue uniform opening a thick glass window motioning for him in.
The man in the uniform pulled him inside and away from the crowd and said in a hushed voice, “What the hell were you thinking and what is that you are wearing?” Valas stammered for a second unsure what to say. He thought for a moment at how he would explain and if these strange people would believe him. Valas thought the best thing to do would be to get some information. With a purposeful quaking voice, “Where am I? What is this place and who are you?” The Guard lost some of his bluster and a look of confusion and concern appeared on his face “You are in New York, this is the Statue of liberty and I am a security guard here. Are you hurt?” Valas looked around and said to the guard, “I am fine thank you but if you could escort me from this place I would be grateful.” The guard nods and motions for him to follow him to the stairs. “Just take the stairs and you will be out of here.” He nodded and thanked the guard and made his way down the stairs. The vast number or stairs made him uneasy the statue was much too big to be standing. The stairway widened at the bottom of the tower. As the heir walked toward the door he saw a strange arch with people walking through. He almost jumped out of his shoes when some sort of alarm started going off and he realized that an old man walking through the arch set it off some how. Valas looked around realizing people were staring at him and hurried to the door pushing it open and hurried out to avoid the scrutiny.
The prince noticed there was a ferry that was getting ready to leave and it appeared the passengers were giving tickets to the ship’s captain. He muttered to himself that a distraction would be helpful; as he didn’t have one of those passes. Valas made sure no one was looking and shot a big energy ball into the water close to the ship and watched as it made a huge splash. In the distraction it caused Valas walked on the ferry untouched. He tried to blend into the crowd the best he could while he waited for the ferry to move. As he waited for the ferry to move a beautiful young woman with stark blond hair walk up to him and introduce herself to him. Valas smiled and took her hand and kissed it in a courtly fashion and said, “I am Valas heir to the throne of Justice. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The young prince bowed slightly, “I would love to be in the company of such a lovely lady. You wouldn’t happen to know as to where we ended up do you? The guard had said we are in New York.” He lurched forward as the vessel moved forward and the captain said, “Next stop is Ellis Island. The estimated time of arrival will be in fifteen minutes.”
ooc:I am on a boat and I edited.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 3:01 am
 Ӄῐηɠɖѻɱ: Avarice
Ƚѻҫӓʈΐѻη: Central Park
Ɍӓηҟ: Heir 
“Yes you are.”, Dominique confirmed of Fandral when he questioned his lateness—Finding her own royal amusement in their situation. He could not truly have been late, considering he likely didn’t know where he was anymore than she did. But maintaining control and calm was all about keeping up pretenses. No matter what clothing she wore, no matter where she stood… She was a little Queen to be, and nothing could change that.
His flattery in jest drew a titillating laugh from the Avarian Heiress, causing her to mood to lighten. “Who would not? The world is full of jealous, envious creatures. I daresay one of them may think it amusing to mar what perfection was God given.”
He fell into a waltzing position with her, and they did fall into a proper dance. Eloquent as swans as she altered their clothing, they moved as one unit. Again, his smirk drew her own and she twirled effortlessly… Settling on her feet like some kind of dancer. “They may be staring. But let them indulge in their rudeness, and think us mad…Not outsiders.”
Domini took pride in creating beautiful things…As was her heritage. And she could say with all honestly, that Fandral was indeed beautiful, wearing something of her minds creation. Just as her own clothing flattered her to the utmost excellence. She knew that her Vice Marshal would be pleased, with how she had envisioned his weapons. They were all within reach…Familiar places that he might have stored them himself, had she given him the option.
“But who to take under our wing…”, she trailed off, brilliant, gorgeous aquamarine eyes sweeping over individuals in the grassy areas. The princess looked for someone that wasn’t close to anyone else… They needed someone that wouldn’t be missed easily.
Fandral bowed then, taking to one knee…Swearing to her that she would have all she most wanted. “Yes, I shall, darling Marshal… I will have everything my heart desires, and more. You shall make sure of it.”
Signaling Fandral to stand, her eyes returned to masses…Looking for a peasant to abduct and question at her leisure. She would have to dream up some kind of…Shelter for them…Something that could hide them, house them. Keep them safe from the elements. There was so much to learn here…Dominique hated the feeling of being inept. Out of sorts… The future ruler of Avarice was never made a fool of.
It drew her ire, like nothing else.
“Her?”, she questioned, pointing to a girl walking with her hands stuffed into her clothing like a lazy commoner…Strange earrings hanging from in her ears, rather than adorning him. Her elegant brow furrowed. “No. Too young.”
Catching sight of another, her frown deepened. “Zut, Non, mon chou...Too old.”
Her search was rudely interrupted by some peasant, tossing rocks into the pond…It caused the ducks that had previously been content to ignore them to flare their wings and take flight. Domini, unused to such things… For a moments time confused by the prank, she drew closer to Fandral. Her arm rose to shield her face from the multitude of wings, feathers falling in their wake. Drawing back from her guard, she looked down and noticed something on the tip of her black boot.
Her left eye twitched, almost imperceptibly as dawning came to her, eyes turning to a particular shade of lavender that was akin to velvet steel.
There was duck filth, on her boot.
Her hard eyes turned towards the two men that had thought it droll to insult her majesty, and her fair hair darkened in color as did her mood… The storm clouds that had parted returned slowly as the poop faded from the leather, her imagination restoring the desecration of her lovely vestments.
A piece of cloth was removed from one of the peasants heads… And she stilled. One of them was no common curr. One of them was wearing attire that she knew…Held a face that she recognized. She’d been schooled endlessly, to memorize the children of the different royal families…Both wicked and virtuous. And here, she had a little lost lamb…A Prince of Fortitude unless she was mistaken, being discourteous her crown.
With -duck- feces.
“You’ve brought insult, to a reigning power— What say you?”, she demanded from Prince John Greene, her lavender eyes not leaving an inch for leniency. However they softened as they looked towards Fandral, and back towards Darius… The man that had thrown the rocks.
Her voice was a mere whisper as she purred her orders. “I want him. The commoner that threw stones. He shall be the one, I shall bleed information from.”
Turning her attention away from her guard, and back toward the other royal, a colder breeze moved through her hair, causing it to tangle and weave. “I am waiting, Son of Fortitude. Since you treat women of station with such disrespect...Speak quickly. I do not –like- to be kept waiting.”
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 9:41 am
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: This scene deserves some 'chase scene music'. 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 Lincoln felt proud that Corrine was his cousin, and arch duchess. He merely mentioned the back way out, and she was all ready over there, opening it and holding it open for the rest of them. It would be a shame to lose her to the Kingdom of Justice. Another time, perhaps he could speak to Prince Valas, convince him that it would be a favor to allow her to visit home often. Perhaps he could say her father would not make such a request himself, but would miss his daughter greatly. He would have to remember that for later, and he filed it away in his mind.
The heir looked closer at Mishka when she went looking for clothing, now noticing the slit on her corset. When she came out of the changing room he was a bit off-put to see how low the front of the dress she wore was, and how high the hem was as well. And also to see small cuts on her fair skin. Now that they were retreating was not the time to ask about it, but he held out a hand as she walked past him, wrapping it around her shoulders and keeping her close to him. She was not as grand a warrior as Corrine, but she was still his sister, and could handle herself. He merely had a hard time controlling his brother-instincts, and wanted to protect her. If she shrugged off his arm, no matter, but he wished to silently reassure her he was here for her.
Sending a glance back at the other seller who had stayed (and been charmed by his sister's sire song; recalling his own feeling of failure and thus hatred for Lorelei's) whilst the other had previously run out the front entrance, he continued forward. Outside, he puled the door shut and grabbed a discarded piece of metal to wedge with the handle, hopefully keeping it from being opened immediately.
Lincoln had earlier noticed the way the little maidservant had looked at him at his insult, and assumed she must indeed be a Fortitude servant. No matter, he had all ready pledged her allegiance would not matter. He had made it clear she was a part of their group, and he would not go back on his word. It would be a useful boast to have her returned home safe while she was in the midst of her enemies, wouldn't it? He shook his head at her suggestion, but did not show any angry displeasure at it. "There is too much risk there will not be an exit, and we shall end up trapped. Lady Soren's idea has merit, and it looks as if the large amount of people also proceeding there will help lose us in the crowd." The heir of Wrath was tall enough to see what Soren meant, and also to notice the crowds that were moving down the stair that led there. He did not know what "168 Street Station" meant, nor the letters and numbers below it, but assumed that if it was a system of transportation, then perhaps they were some kind of directional signs.
The heir was a bit annoyed that the knight had called him "sir" as opposed to a more proper title, such as "Prince" or "Sire", but he assumed that perhaps she had either misunderstood the honorific he'd given her, and was trying to insult him back, or she was a lower ranked knight than he'd first assumed in the Catacombs, and was merely not used to using such terms. If that was the case, then it was no matter, she had given him as much respect as she knew how, and he could easily forgive her. Though he would still have to ask Mishka how she came by her injuries, and if Soren was at all responsible. When it had come to her earlier statement in the store, the heir brushed it off because he assumed she meant others might consider the Catacombs too traumatic to consider a while ago, her hint a little too subtle at the moment.
"Let us move," he stated, and he led, trying to keep close to Mishka, regardless if she'd accepted his arm or not. He went down the stairs quickly, and looked as the people all seemed to be feeding small slips of paper into furniture that allowed them to pass when they did so. Not feeling they had the time to worry about the mechanics of how that worked (or how to get said pieces of paper), he led his group over the shorter barricades, leaping over and running, grateful to hear the footsteps of all his companions following. He also heard shouts behind them, but the gatekeepers did not seem to be that deadest on following them (the heir did not realize they were being monitored on CCTV, and the security guards planned to apprehend them at their final destination). Upon descending another set of stairs, he stopped, looking around at the container people were getting in and out of.
It did not look like it would move, being so very massive, but it made sense that it would, for Soren would not have any season to lie, and why else would people be moving to and from the thing? He continued to the subway car (though it was not a name he knew), and hoped the other ladies were following. Especially as a loud chime rang overhead, and the doors began to close. He had only kept notice of his sister, and looked about him, hoping no one had been left behind in his hurry. Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 10:07 am
Location: Still no idea!  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
’I- I’m going to die.’ Time had slowed, granting the princess enough time to gather that single thought. The cars sped onwards, those directly in front of her obviously unable to brake in time to miss her quivering form. Evony blinked, the fear so dense that it disallowed even tears to well in her eyes…and her chest—it felt empty; lacking the oxygen needed for her to scream or cry.
Time allotted her only the moment to realize she’d soon be smeared across the road; perhaps…perhaps later, if any form of her soul were to remain sentient, the princess would sob for all that she was leaving behind.
--Save that, although the screeching of tire against pavement hadn’t ceased…it wasn’t angry steel which hit her, but something softer; much more forgiving than the vehicles on the streets. Arms, although she hadn’t the sense to know if they were familiar or not, threaded their way about Evony’s shaking figure, pulling it to the sidewalk. A gasp accompanied the movement, the young girl not yet willing to accept that she’d been saved; that she was safe now.
Although the words snared her attention; spawned enough hope that the shock started, however languidly, to trickle away from her person. The scene had left her something of a mess, and this became rather clear when she dared move her gaze away from the man’s arms and chest; eyes red-rimmed, hair noticeably tousled and lips all aquiver. Sweat dappled her forehead and cheeks, adding a slight sheen to the usual glow of her features—and Evony hadn’t even the strength to scold herself for appearing so frazzled. ”Tao Klow…” The name flitted across her tongue, and she tested it for a moment; waiting for the taste of familiarity, and never finding it.
Still…he was from Veritas’ castle; his words and garb stated so serenely. ”I-I thank you for rescuing me…” You mustn’t cry…you’re safe now…you simply MUSTN’T cry!’ …Tears came anyway, the girl’s breath hitching in her throat, little sobs forcing her statements to erupt in gasps, ”H-how….are we…s-s-supposed to get home?”
Something the poor man would obviously be unable to answer, and damn her for being daft enough to ask! Tao leaned forward so that their faces were more level, smiling through a curtain of chestnut bangs, asking if she was calm. The princess responded with a sharp inhale, holding the sobs until they no longer tried to break free. Dainty hands rose hastily to wipe at what remained of her tears, and with that done, she nodded.
”Evony Wood, youngest princess of Envy.” It felt terribly important to keep the response clinical; a little monotonous so as to stave off any remaining urges she had to cry. And of course, she’d never been allowed a moment to hear word of her elder sister’s suicide…so the title was off; she was now the only princess of Envy remaining at the castle.
Tao seemed content enough with the response, leaning back in what she assumed was an attempt to give her some reprieve; a little time to gather her composure…and oh, she needed the moment far more than he knew. Composure had never really been synonymous with Evony’s typical demeanor, after all. She took to steadying herself with a few calculated breaths through her mouth and out her nose. Whilst amidst this process, she didn’t so much notice Tao’s pain so much as her ability –or aura, perhaps- did, flaring slightly as it would around a plant in need of mending. Granted, the child had no insight into her gifts reaching beyond the realms of her lovelies…so the reaction only garnered a befuddled blink, before being casually cast aside.
The man spoke again, something about clothing, and Evony opted to focus her attention on that. ”Clothes…?” Sky-kissed eyes moved to look at all those passing them, crimson blemishing her cheeks yet again, ”I-I don’t think I could wear garbs so…revealing. My brothers would undoubtedly be furious with me…” Yes, she was of a Sinful kingdom…so the rules regarding clothing weren’t quite so rigid as they likely were in Virtuous kingdoms; but hemlines that short, and pants on the women…she was not a whore, nor a soldier; she’d no place wearing garments like that!
…But there was a need to blend in that she did indeed acknowledge. So, meekly, the girl looked back to Tao, nodding her acquiescence to his idea.
((OOC: feel free to move her about wherever ^.^))
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