Corinna let out an exhale after she revealed her feelings. It was difficult, for her anyway. There was little room for weakness in the Rothenburg family. Because of this Corinna constantly strives for perfection. How would Alrick respond though? Would he think ill of her? Nevertheless the words were gone, and they could not be taken back. To her surprise he would reply that she did not have to speak on the matter, and he would proceed to wrap her up in his arm. It was a warm gesture that she enjoyed. Corinna would cuddle into him, taking part of his cloak in her hand once again. It was possible that she would open up to him, but today would not be that time. It was then that Alrick would request that they move along. "Where are we at anyway, and more importantly where are we going?" she would ask while still cuddled into his chest. What would happen next would surprise her, as Alrick tilted her chin up as if to kiss her. Wait! Kiss her!? Would this guy ever stop trying to push boundaries!? The young woman would close her eyes and brace for impact. Her heart would race as she returned the kiss sweetly. A pink shade would form across her cheeks. Then Alrick would make a declaration of not allowing any harm to fall on her. It was a frail declaration considering the events before being whisked away to their new location. It was fine though, Corinna would make sure they would climb to the top so that no one may look down upon them again. "You're too kind." she would reply with a hint of shyness. "Shall we get moving?" Word Count: 285 + 142 + 4,129 = 4,556
Alrick stood to his full height, bones creaking beneath the black leather and armor that adorned an athletic body. A hand would remain lowered as an offering, open palm up to help Corinna stand. She asked him an important questions. Where are they going? Alrick slowly looked down the hallway, letting the silence linger. It was several long minutes before he would open his mouth to answer her several questions. In these minutes, time would tick by slowly, the sound of a drop of water like the sound of a clock in the dark. His head would turn to the wall at his right, then he would run his hand up the surface as if trying to find something. It was the same motion he had done previously as they walked through the clammy tunnels. This time, however, something clicked beneath his finger. TICK! "This is where we are going." He says, motioning to Corinna to follow as a wall slid away. Blinding light would assail their eyes as they adjusted to the sudden change. The granite wall noisily ground to a halt and where the wall was once before was an arch-like doorway leading to a grandiose library. word count: 2109
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Corinna would accept Alrick's hand, and move to continue holding it for a little while longer. The young woman would do her best to examine his facial expression after the first kiss they shared. Sure the tunnel setting was straight from a romance novel reject, but it was nice. Instead she was greeted by silence. The silence would linger in the area for far too long, and quite frankly it was awkward. For the first few moments, Corinna would observe. What was he doing? Why was he being so damn quiet? As she heard a sound in the distance, and saw Alrick looking around it was all too clear. He was listening for something. The best that she could do for him was continue to stay silent. He would continue to run his hand along the walls as he had done earlier, but honestly she wasn't in the right state of mind to take a note of it. Her eyes would widen as she heard the click, and then Alrick would motion her to follow. The wall would slide back revealing the secret passage, because of course there would be a secret passage to some crazy maze of tunnels. The young woman would not have to be told twice to leave the tunnels. After allowing her eyes to adjust to the brighter area, she would open them to reveal a library. It was literally like walking out of a nightmare into a dream. For the first time she would walk on ahead ready to explore. The expensive decor and the amount of bookshelves that lined the walls was absolutely absurd. It was difficult to keep her facial expressions in check when her eyes took in the extravagant scene with childlike wonder. "Well this certainly is a breath of fresh air."
XXXThe front doors to the decrepit manse swung wide open, dust kicking up as the hinges creaked in protest. Rust had coated the iron junctions, suddenly being force open under excessive force. The gray light from a clouded sun perforated the floating motes of dust. Click. Click. Click.The sound of metallic heels snapping against the tiles of the foyer, crimson steel grinding against the ceramic floor. A long shadow stretched over the empty front hall, golden hues sparking in the shade. A huge wheel hung from the figure's back, held on by the loosest of grips. Steel claws whined against the coppery wheel, sparks hissing off of the bronze alloy.
The smell of musty tomes and mildew was prevalent. This place hadn't seen much use as of recent, but there was still evidence of a conflict. There scars mottling the walls, bullet holes, and scorch marks. A hiss escaped heavy lungs as predatory wells focused on a stain. There was a pool, now dried, of cruor that had stained the white tiles. The old gore trailed back towards the nearby staircase, someone had leaned against it as they had been wounded. A spray of crimson liquor had coated the banister before the person slumped.
The figure continued further into the depths of the mansion. Like walking into the gullet of a beast, the air dampened and the smell of mildew grew stronger along with a sickly sweet scent of decay. Opening into a vast dining room, several bodies lined the walls and were strewn upon the ground. The last inhabitants had been gunned down and piled here. The bronzed man in dated armor knelt down next to one of the bodies and turned it over with the palm of a gauntleted hand. No one of import. Despite the sunken cheeks and empty sockets, Lord Dio had recognized that the bount had not been one of his vassals.
Slowly he strode forward towards the head of the broken table. The center spine of the long surface had been snapped, wooden splinters were strewn about haphazardly and several embedded into the nearby wall. An explosion perhaps? It was hard to tell, whatever happened here had happened years ago. No doubt a part of the Imperium's purges. Non-humans. Mutants. Heretics. All were driven from this world or purged in holy fire. Only recently had the massive empire of man grown lax.
Lord Dio took a seat at the head of the table, sliding into the still luxurious chair. Though the seat had been worn away by time and moth, there was still plenty of cushion. He leaned back, the throne protesting with a creaking sigh, and propped his heels up on the table as his gaze roamed across the room. This place would need to be cleaned. But that wasn't the job of a king. He needed vassals and serfs. This would be the job of the servants he should have at his disposal. But for now, he was alone. Until his power grew, until he was strong enough to take everything that was rightfully his; Lord Dio would need to deal with the squaller. As abhorrent as it was.
There once was a young girl who wanted for nothing more than to be loved. She lived happily with her family, until one day the happy family was breaking apart. In the backseat of her family's car she sat. They were arguing as usual. Her father was in the driver's seat, his hand hitting the steering wheel. His voice was raised, almost yelling over something about finances and bills. Her mother in the passenger's. She was trying to stay calm in front of the preteen girl in the backseat. Though in-between wiping the tears that formed in her eyes, she would occasional quip back. The girl would beg them to stop before covering her ears, and wishing it all away. It was dark, a multitude of headlights passed by them in the other lane. 'Stay calm, Little One. It will get better.' A familiar voice echoed in her lovely, little head. It was one she had often heard in these stressful times, but never had she ever seen the source of the voice. Perhaps an imaginary friend.. or was she too old for that now. Yet as it spoke it felt as if a warm embrace encircled her small frame.
As the words comforted her, she did indeed feel better. Although little did she know that things would get worse before they got better. With her eyes still closed she did not see exactly what happened. All she heard was the sound of fiberglass hitting fiberglass before the sounds of said material tumbling. When she awakened to the smell of a hospital, the antiseptic smells of alcohol with lemon and citrus undertones. It was as if the place wanted you to know that it was clean and sterile. At first she could hear, see, and smell, but she couldn't move. In fact she couldn't feel things that she knew that should be there. Their presence was just gone. At first she wanted to panic. At the top of her lungs, she wanted to scream that she couldn't feel her legs anymore and cry. None of these things she was capable of. The panic subsided when the familiar faces of her parents. They were talking to a staff worker whom was most likely a nurse. They asked about her condition and well being. What was most pleasant was that they were not screaming and yelling at each other. It almost made this situation worthwhile.
The young girl would drift in and out of consciousness. It was back and forth between the hospital room, and another room that she did not recognize. The room was white and well lit. It was empty, not a single piece of furniture. At first it was off putting, but the more time she spent there she realized that it was warm and familiar. This well lit, white room had a slight scent of wisteria in its air. True, this room was seemingly disconnected from everything.. there was no door, windows, or furniture to speak out. There was just that same numbing pain through the small girl's arms and legs. Something felt off... as if something should be there.. something should be in pain, yet it was not. Still the small, preteen would find herself floating as if being held but a comforting, yet familiar presence. 'Worry not, Little One. You are safe with me.. Just call for me and you will go unharmed.' This familiar voice was louder than normal as if it was closer to her now. It was a deep and masculine, yet comforting and supportive.
The girl looked up at the figure. In this white void she could still move what she had. In fact she wanted to touch the figure, but nothing responded. "and what should I call you?" Upon looking to the figure she was greeted with an astounding sight; she rested in the arms of a large male figure. He was tall, and stout, with long, strong arms. Despite his size and strength, Rosa would only feel comfort in his embrace. This dapper looking gentleman nodded his head to her, 'You may call me as wish, though I would say I am fond of 'Artorius'.' She could feel as if he smiled warmly down to her, though she would never see it as his face was covered by a white mask with asymmetrical eye holes, two on the right side and three on the left. Any sane person would have been disturbed by seeing such a sight. It was unthinkable, yet it felt so true and safe. The voice she had heard it before, and at last she could talk back to the voice. "Artorius, will you be my friend?" she would ask in a sweet yet curious tone. 'Of course, Little One. I will always be your friend, and by your side.' he would reply to her once more. His voice still soft and chipper as he spoke to her once more.
The two of them would chat, and spend time together. Their bond growing strong of the days. Rosa's time would be spent about the same. Sometime she would be present in the hospital room as before, unable to do anything but watch and listen. Other times she would be in the white void with Artorius. This pattern remained the same until one day. In the hospital room, she would see her dad with a health care associate. At first she did not mind it, seeing her parents always made her happy. Often times her mother would show up just to hold her hand, and tell her how things were going at home. All of her words about their home life were positive, and mostly revolved around bringing Rosa home.
In her father's hand was a thick envelope that he was currently shaking at the staff member. "We can't pay for this! Have you seen this outrageous bill!" he yelled. The staff member seemed surprised, and equally confused. It was probably because there was nothing she could do about his grievances. "Have you tried an appeal with the insurance company?" she would meekly ask. As soon as she asked her father's voice raised, making the female wince and regret asking anything. "Of course we have. We have even received the estimates for the prosthetic limbs. It's outrageous!" he would then throw the paperwork in the air. "Pull the plug. Keep her. Do whatever it is you need to!" With those words he would storm out slamming the door behind him.
For the first time, it was as if she pulled herself into the white void. It was here that she could cry freely, and she did so. Crimson eyes looked up at the figure who had been comforting her for some time. "Do they not love me anymore?" she could barely speak. In a few days, she would pass away peacefully in the same bed she was left to die in.
- - Present Day - -
There was simply nothing worse than not having a home. In fact the pair had not had a home since the accident not a permanent one anyway. The new home that the young girl had her eyes on was a massive English styled castle. There was little doubt that it was abandoned. In fact, it looked as though it had not seen a little love in years. Besides what kind of girl did not want to live in a castle? Rosa patiently waited for Artorius to open of the front doors for her. "You know what Artorius? I've always wanted to be a princess." she would say cheerfully. It was clear that their new fortune had put her into a good mood. At worst there would be a single caretaker on the lot, and well that was easily taken care of.
Once inside the circumstances of the palace become more clear. Some sort of battle had taken place at this location. Though it had taken place some time ago. The stench of decay filled the air, and made her instantly regret stepping foot in the castle."Artorius, leave the doors open." she would say while exploring a little. It was then she saw multiple bodies. Calling this a conflict now seemed an understatement, in fact it was more like a massacre. "No... this needs much more." she would reply while continued to walk. It was then that she saw a red haired man reclining. With caution and curiosity she would approach the stranger. Artorius was somewhere nearby thus she did not feel the need to be afraid. At some point she would cross her legs, and curtsy in front of him. "Excuse me, sir. Will you be my friend?"
XXX"Someone approaches." The voice echoed in the decrepit chamber, rumbling like the embers of a fire. It eminated from the circular wheel that hung from the chair Lord Dio was reclining in. It seemed to chime as it spoke, the deep roar punctuated by the clang of an anvil. The scent of smoke and brimstone permeated the air, two motes of light briefly illuminating the chamber as sparks rippled along the wheel's spine.
Lord Dio inclined his head, opening his cindery eyes to peer out over the clawed gauntlet cupping his chin. A small girl stood opposite of him at the entrance of the room. The soft, childish voice was a cheerful bell in this dilapidated tomb. He waved his hand dismissively to the wheel behind him as it flared up once again, its voice softer but not unlike the crackle and pop of an untamed fire. The sound of his heels clicking against the ground echoed through the chamber as he stopped reclining and stood to his full height. Slowly he strode over to the small girl as she curtsied to him.
The motion brought a hint of a smirk to his bronzed lips and a bow in return. He bent at the waist, lowering himself to be eye-level as she bent politely towards her. "Excuse me sir. Will you be my friend?" The question that hung on the air was innocent and, frankly, naive. But it only served to cause his simper to grow. "Such a polite young lady..." He spoke, his deep voice a baritone tone an antonym to her sweet soprano. "...of course I will be your friend." He concluded standing once more, his sunny eyes locking with her carmine hues.
Mizu makes here way up the Old Weary looking Castle roads all beaten and torn withered away from the years of Erosion Mizu was scared and shy hoping she didn't meet any ghost her facial expression showed it she was very scared and weary of the things around her, it was dark out the Castle was barely lit and the Wind was whistling in the distance's the trees were fluttering making Spine chilling noises she had her Bount doll close to her holding his hand she was scared of the place it looked dark and scary it was old and worn she slowly approached the castle that was beaten up from the ears of erosion and rain that fell apon it ,The place smelled like an old dusty basement it did not please her to much but she Gulped and made her way up the road passing by the creaking gates and she slowly opened them, She Yelp by the site of birds passing by screaming a little this place made her feel uncomfortable but she new this is were she needed to go to get stronger sense she found out this place was were her ancestors of bounto's use to live. She Approached the huge old oak wooden doors and slowly pushed them open struggling someone sense she was so small,She noticed some pressenses within the Castle but tried not to acknowledge them encase it was something that would scare her,The Entrance had a huge Chandelier hanging down from the ceiling that place was old and dusty it needed some work but the inside was nice the designed was very fluid with craftsmanship of the wood carves and the Bust that were placed on the tables the Wood and furniture was very Antique,it was refreshing because it was nice but still eerie The Castle was dimly lit not to bright and not to dark a eerie feeling would feel the air because of it,but as she walked into the building more she noticed stronger sense of presence,and heard some talking resisting the urge to go that way she looked away but her gut told her to go that way of the voices and the sounds,She gulped again and slowly walked towards the sounds and came upon a huge Dining room seeing what seemed like Human shadows on the walls sense it was lit so little she couldn't tell and slowly spoke up stuttering a little bit as she walked into the place there was a huge Table for eating and dining it looked like,as she walked in she slowly said"H-h - hello any one there." She would say stuttering her voice was shaky because she was so scared and she started to hide behind one of the big chairs that was at the Very long Wooden table.
XXX The young girl's head tilted to the side as her crimson eyes watched the stranger approach her. Phalanges entwined within each other as she folded her hands above her stomach. Those same crimson eyes widened ever so slightly as he bowed before her. It was certainly not something she expected. Adults rarely gave a younger one any form of respect or politeness. A soft smile formed on her face as he called her 'a polite young lady' that smile even grew after he agreed to be her friend. "Th-Thats great!" she exclaimed doing her best to remain calm and poised. How could she though? She was excited! Why she had not made a new friend since Artorius. "My name is Rosa. It's a pleasure to meet you."
As much fun as this was there was more important things to attend to. Her purpose at this castle was not something she had forgotten. "Is this your home? I apologize for intruding if it is.. It looked abandoned." The young girl scanned the room once more. It was hard to explain further. The old castle had its own list of problems that still remained within its halls. Problems that still needed to be dealt with sooner rather than later. However this old treasure's lack of tidiness, and bloodstained past would have to wait. At this point she was not even certain if it would be her problem to deal with. Before she could comment much further she heard a timid female voice. It sounded like it was moving closer to the pair. This place was more popular than she expected. Although she was only expecting one resident at most. "Yes." she called back out. Perhaps it was another friend of the stranger before her. That could be fun. After all, the more the merrier.
XXXA dark silhouette projected from the large wheel hanging from the chair behind both of them. The image that was painted on the opposite wall was that of a demon, a shade with long, gnarly horns, twisted wings, and curling claws. The shadow had appeared as the wheel flared once more, fire crackling as a rumbling bass echoed through the chamber. "Someone approaches." The voice crackled, the shadow turning to face the two, bright fiery motes where eyes should be staring down at them before vanishing entirely. The fires on the wheel died, embers sparking in the wind from the front door once more being pushed wide.
The smell of decay once more was kicked up by the fresh breeze dashing through the decrepit halls. The old scent of blood again wisping up into nostrils unabated. "This is not my home little Rose. But I aim to make it one. For me. You. The rest of our kind." Dio said softly, his deep rumble a soft and gentle purr as he knelt beside her. Those piercing eyes stared at her, assessing her, as he sat on one knee at her level. There were small fires in those golden pits, reflected in her own maroon hues. Before he could say much further, the new guest arrived with a timid greeting.
Dio's hand rested on Rosa's shoulder for all of a second as he stood, a reassuring gesture; What he hoped would be a gentle encouragement as she replied to the timid hello. In turn he also replied. "Good evening, make yourselves at home." He growled mirthfully, perhaps in jest. The place was hardly a home right now. Desiccated corpses and bullets and all. Lidded eyes, solar hues, peered into the darkness before him as another girl walked in and hid behind one of the chairs situated around the long dining table. "No need to be shy. No one will harm you here." His voice was reassuring, soft. The tone was gentle despite its bass.
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The large dapper dressed male was already at the large, wooden doors before Rosa had requested it. Its hinges creaked and moan as he pushed it open, and the scene revealed inside was no better than the noise. Dusty, musky skeletons littered the floors, and blood stained the walls, carpets, and stairs. No doubt this castle was the sight of a bloody massacre which raised the question of if it was safe for Rosa to be here? Not that they had a lot of choice in the matter as it was here or a bench in the cold, early spring night. Still his eyes take in sharp inventory of his surroundings. 'This place needing work is an understatement in the least' The hulking man would state via his and Rosa's shared mental link. Those heavy foot steps of the massive doll thudded out against the stone floors, only being muffled as he crossed sections of rotted carpet. This castle was a disgusting mess, and it made Artoruis thankful to not have a sense of smell, though he could only imagine it smelled of decayed flesh and musk. It was then that he felt the presence of another, a man similar to the pair of them. Clearly taller than Rosa, but not near his own height. Upon entering his presence, Artoruis placed an arm over his chest and gave him a respectable bow, as did Rosa curtsy. Not that it was unusual for either of them to do such. Still there seemed nothing aggressive, or sinister, about this man, thus he would remain calm and passive... if only so Rosa could greet herself and ask to be friends with the man. A grin formed behind the mask as he looked on at the scene displayed before him. 'Do not forget to ask for his name, Little One.' He would say once more in the small girl's head. As he moved to stand behind her once more.
XXXRosa smiled after her new friend responded that he was not the owner of the old castle, but he had plans for it. A home for himself, and every one of their kind. It was a beautiful goal that he had set forth to accomplish. He was kneeling, staring into her eyes. "I would like that. Is there anything I can do to help? It looks like you will have a lot of work to do." she would respond tilting her head to the side a little. Though the simple fact that he was on eye level with her for sometime made her feel comfortable.It was then that the familiar presence of Artorius was close behind her. He was always close bye, but now he had entered into the same room with her. The new friend that was just with her would take a moment to reassure the shy girl who had just entered, His hand now on Rosa's shoulder. When Artorius reminded her that she should ask for his name, she would do just that. She expected him to give his name once she gave her own. Maybe it was something he simply overlooked. "Oh I forgot to ask. What is your name?" she would request nearly clapping her own hands together. If this could be her new home, should she go pick out a room? Maybe even clean up around it. It was as if multiple doors were opened for her now, and she was excited to start this new journey.
XXXA larger figure stepped into the room, boards creaking beneath his feet in protest. The heavy thumps of his foot-falls betrayed his presence long before the alabster mask came into the light. He said nothing as he took a respectable distance, remaining near Rosa who was now replying to his offer of sanctuary and safe harbor.
A soft smile spread across Dio's face as he all but forgot about the other young girl that had entered the decaying abode. "Help? For now, perhaps we should look for places to sleep." He said, his dark tremor crackling in the grimly lit room. A beckoning hand rose and the wheel that hung on the abandoned chair behind him rolled through the air to rest within the outstretched palm.
With the matter settled and his 'weapon' retrieved, Dio began to walk casting an appreciative glance at the impressive stature of Artorius. A clap of hangs rung out, proceeded by a single request. The small flower wished to know Dio's name. His warm simper opened into a grin. "My name, little rose, is Lord Dio Cris. You may call me Dio." He spoke as he pushed through the congested hall leading to the foyer towards the staircase leading to the second floor.
Don't Stay, Forget Our Memories, Forget Our Possibilities, What Were You Changing Me Into, Just Give Me Myself Back, and Don't Stay.
Magus arrives at the ancient building with his slit like eyes falling prey upon it. The way the structure looks, it fits the ideal of royalty, the clever minds of kings, queens, princes, and princesses, ranks of the old, many that should be respected. Magus doesn't understand these kind of things, the only thing he can remember is seeing this place but other then that, he only gets a white flash like on a computer screen. No memory, nothing at all after that, its just a heavy blur. Maybe this place will tell him of his past, what he was doing before the time of the castle memory and why did he see it. Magus walks in keeping his spiritual pressure down as he doesn't know what is here but he does see many bodies.
Magus does know one thing, never disturb the dearly departed, it can bring bad luck or even a curse upon people that do. Its like any curse or bad luck that is given is in result of the person in question not being sensitive to sad memories that are here. It only gave him the creeps, the chills, for the first time ever too, he can only hold himself as he hungers for those memories even if the memories are sad. He simply closes his eyes and walks forward but without noticing or opening his eyes, he bumps into something. It was strange, the way it felt, it was either wooden or some other material. He opens his eyes to see Arorius, Rosa, and Lord Dio. Quickly without even realizing what he is doing, he bows to Lord Dio saying"I am so sorry, i was closing my eyes and i should of opened my eyes, what a dunce i am." He laughs nervously not knowing what to do before a very tall man, very muscular by the looks of him, a cute girl that would be nearly impossible to attack. Who could possibly attack a innocent girl? His eyes fall upon the eye silt of a man, the kind of eyes can stare into the soul and almost like burn you away. This is a terrifying group for sure yet he doesn't understand why he bow before such a man but he couldn't help it. The helplessness of being terrified can cause someone's blood to go into protective mode and do whatever it takes to not irritate that particular group.
Though he stays down on his left knee just in case, though he is currently suppressing his spiritual pressure down to the level of a human. Most likely he is trying to potentially hide his power so far down where he would be considered no threat to them. He would prefer this group to believe that so he can peacefully be among them and hope to form memories with them. It be like some kind of therapy for him right now so interacting with this group may help him.
494 x 2.6[Interaction Bonus x1.6, Power Weekend x2]=1,284 words
In These Promises Broken/Deep Below, Each Word Gets Lost In The Echo, So One Last Lie/I Can See Through, This Time I Finally Let You Go.
Health Pool: 225 Spirit Energy Pool: 175 Clarity:26
Don't Stay, Forget Our Memories, Forget Our Possibilities, What Were You Changing Me Into, Just Give Me Myself Back, and Don't Stay.
Magus's eyes go wide thinking on how home sick he feels, is this the first time feeling like this? Anyway he can't stand it as he stands up to speak "I don't mean to be rude, i have to go, ill explain later." Magus quickly got up on his feet bowing to Lord Dio again then moving on out of the door way. He was hurrying very fast no doubt, no room to pause or take a breathe at this point. The constant home sick feeling in his being is rather irritating him as he is quickly raising his spiritual pressure back up to normal levels.
Whatever it is, its not good feeling like this about home in Valley Of Screams. He must hurry through the port back into his home to get rid of this home sick feeling.
139 words + 1,284 words= 1,423 [Exit To Port Haven]
In These Promises Broken/Deep Below, Each Word Gets Lost In The Echo, So One Last Lie/I Can See Through, This Time I Finally Let You Go.
Health Pool: 225 Spirit Energy Pool: 175 Clarity:26
Mizuki Would be frighten by the Man's Deep tone of his voice and hide Behind her doll showing a small portion of her face towards them as The Tall man said everything thing was fine. She noitced the other Girl in the room said something but couldn't make it out over the louds mans Tone it wasn't to loud but, Mizuki was shy so every man's Deep tone frighten her half to death. Mizuki would slowly step back into the room slowly looking at The Tall man walk away up The stairs she coughed as the dust in the air filled her lungs it was nasty in here to some degree and needed to be cleaned,Mizuki Would approch the other girl and Start to speak to her,"Hi i am Mizuki you can call me mizu if you want to want is your name if you wouldn't mind telling me." Mizu spoke softly and a little timidly in her voice she was shy and didn't knwo what type of person the other girl was so she tried to be bold but didn't sound very succesful in her speach it was stuttered alot throughout her trying to speak up some.Mizu also noticed once The mysterious tall man made his way up the old creaking floors of the Castle he was met by someone else who seemed off in the head a litle and told her self to stay away from him at all cost.
Corinna let out an exhale after she revealed her feelings. It was difficult, for her anyway. There was little room for weakness in the Rothenburg family. Because of this Corinna constantly strives for perfection. How would Alrick respond though? Would he think ill of her? Nevertheless the words were gone, and they could not be taken back. To her surprise he would reply that she did not have to speak on the matter, and he would proceed to wrap her up in his arm. It was a warm gesture that she enjoyed. Corinna would cuddle into him, taking part of his cloak in her hand once again. It was possible that she would open up to him, but today would not be that time. It was then that Alrick would request that they move along. "Where are we at anyway, and more importantly where are we going?" she would ask while still cuddled into his chest. What would happen next would surprise her, as Alrick tilted her chin up as if to kiss her. Wait! Kiss her!? Would this guy ever stop trying to push boundaries!? The young woman would close her eyes and brace for impact. Her heart would race as she returned the kiss sweetly. A pink shade would form across her cheeks. Then Alrick would make a declaration of not allowing any harm to fall on her. It was a frail declaration considering the events before being whisked away to their new location. It was fine though, Corinna would make sure they would climb to the top so that no one may look down upon them again. "You're too kind." she would reply with a hint of shyness. "Shall we get moving?" 
