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 Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 7:03 pm
 Ӄɨɍɨϙȿ Ďɍɇɨȿȿɇὴ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✠ Ӄingdom: Justice
Ɍank: General
Ƚocation: Halls
Ⱦhoughts: My writer is too sick and lazy to come up with something to write here at the moment ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✠ ”And that, milady, is why you must allow me to be so bold,” he said with a slight bow of his head and a smirk to the woman’s flirtatious response. ”Ah, but surely you must have some level of courage if you can ask for my breeches so easily… even if it is in service of a friend.” His eyes once again found themselves sinking into the siren’s own orbs, his gaze of course a wanting one. He kept his poise, but it was extremely difficult, even if his natural charm did make it look easy. ”Well, I should certainly hope in such a situation you would be assisting me in sullying my breeches, though that would not be a problem if you take them first.”
He smiled warmly in Sasha’s direction, nodding at his words. Surely it was meant in humor, but they did reflect the Justians’ situation. It was, after all, one of the reasons he was ordered to this strange realm. He still could not help but feel underutilized… he was much more useful in battle than he would ever be here. But he supposed protecting the Justian representatives was just as important. ”Well, I’d say between yourself and I, our kingdom seems pretty safe now, does it not?” he said with a wink. Of course, he was speaking in jest, but it was always good to project some confidence in front of potential threats. The Wrathians were no Justian rivals, but it never hurt to cement a reputation amongst them, should they ever be foolish enough to align themselves with Hubris.
The rouge painting the siren’s cheeks were again not missed by Kirios’s battle-trained eyes. His smirk grew yet more devious, the blush only serving to make him want her more. Sure, he was falling to her spell, but he glad to see he was not falling alone. If all went well he would charm his way to bedding this woman, as he so often did with the women back home. He would, at the very least, gain something from this thrall he had so easily fallen to. ”Well in that case, milady, may I suggest it not be a bluff when you do say it then?” The word “when” was very important here; there would be no “if”. He needed to appear as if he had no doubt that he would take this woman as his own and have his way with her, and a careful choice of words was always in order for such situations.
It did not take them long to be joined by yet another straggler, this one apparently familiar with the Wrathian heir. In all honesty, Kirios did not care at the moment. Yes, he would be polite about his company, but at the moment all that ran through his mind were the things he would like to do to Lorelei that very moment. His attention turned toward Sasha then. ”It certainly seems that way, friend Sasha,” he reassured the man with a light chuckle.
He did not pay much attention to the two Wrathians, just enough to hear the “brother” being spoken. Things were certainly growing interesting. He nodded at Sasha’s humorous words with a somewhat distracting smile, agreeing that they should get moving. He turned to Lorelei, bowing his head slightly. ”I shall go anywhere you lead me, milady.” His eyes met hers, showing a subtle wanting that only she would be able to register, smirk still gracing his features. ”Anywhere.”((OOC: Sorry it's such a shitty post. I haven't been feeling well lately. X.x)) Chains of hate | Chains of affection
Chains that want you | And chains of rejectionx..
Chains immortal | Chains that diexxxx.
Chains that shackle you | And chains that bindxxxxxx.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 7:16 pm
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: Walking the Hallways with Lincoln(Xard), He is..different
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
Soren nodded to him, believing he would not want both to get lost. Lincoln (Xard) should remember if the hallway he took led towards the dining hall. As he approached, her eyes watched in a semi-guarded manner. It took a lot of time to completely get the knight to let her guard down. Sometimes, that trait had been a good thing. For now, it would be up to Lincoln’s (Xard's) interpretation as to whether or not that guarding was something pleasant.
When he offered her arm, she tilted her head. The knight had never been offered such a gesture before. As Lincoln (Xard) explained what the 'arm hugging' was for, Soren couldn't help but find the act a bit stupid. Really? Do royal males feel the need to guide royal females around? Are royal females that much of idiots that they can't get around without it? She knew her mean side showed through her thoughts. But since she believed the Heir (Xard) in front of her to not be a mind reader, the knight felt no need to hush her thoughts, or make her opinions more polite.
With a tiny bite of her lip, she placed her arm lightly around his. "I see. Well, might as well keep up appearances for your sake." It took a lot to keep her face from showing her inner smirk. "Though, arm hugging a knight may not look natural either way." Even though she resented it, Soren knew her place. Knights were lower than royals, and royals were never post to mingle with Knights. It was just some strange law that more annoyed the woman than anything.
As she waited for him to lead, Soren remembered that they had been in the catacombs together! This revelation brought up a brief memory of his arm being injured. Maybe he found a healer, or am I making the incident up? The knight felt slightly suspicious as she looked Lincoln (Xard) . "So, how is your arm doing? I do believe you were injured in the fight with the monsters in the catacombs...if I do remember correctly." Her mind waited to catch an inconsistency in his recount of his injury. If he got one thing wrong, Xard would know a pissed off woman if he ever say one. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 7:59 pm
 XARD, THE DAEMONIC SORCERORLocation: Hello, Soren
Kingdom: That one really, really old guy.
Rank: Impersonator
Wearing This: Lincoln MastersonXard nodded to Soren when she accepted his offer. "Thank you. I know it is silly, but vital for a reason that is beyond my understanding," he said as politely as he could. The woman was a fireball, that was certain. She would speak to whomever in a manner that she deemed correct given special circumstances. That way of thinking was revolutionary...and struck down with an old fashioned beheading. The "Olden" days were harsh. And this woman would surprise Xard yet again. The Knight, Soren, was more clever than he gave her credit. Xard did not think she would mention the rendezvous that she, Lincoln, Liam, Skylar, and Valas. He watched all the contestants with hungry eyes. A hunger for them to be horribly mutilated, killed, or humiliated. All of which happened to various individuals. Lincoln, in particular, had his arm broken by some toothless amphibious lizard beast. Soren remembering this posed problems. But, if his memory served correctly (it often did, that was why he was still alive), then it was his right arm. That arm was the one women usually held onto. Women were always on the right, and she had caught this. A careless mistake, but one that could be repaired. Lincoln(Xard), stared at her curiously then chuckled; he guided her henceforth with good spirits. Fake ones, but he was an actor. He had to be in order to pull off the stunts he usually concocted. "Oh ho ho, you mean the one that lizard-fish broke. I tried to stab before it could get to me, but it is hard to maneuver a blade on a tightrope. I was lucky it bore no teeth, or I may have come down with a disease from that b*****d. I was able to find someone to mend my arm. The castle healer. Very good job they did. I would hate to die from such an injury," he explained with sincerity in his voice and demeanor. "This girl is going to make me earn her. Why do I always go for the headstrong ones? Nezareth was the same way, if I recall. The b***h was a handful. Those are the most fun to break though. A fighter is always fun to watch crumble beneath the weight of loss and horror," thought the demon. They rounded the corner just then to an identical hall to the last one they were in. The only differences were the paintings displayed. They served as map markers almost. ALMOST. The corridors changed as the god saw fit. Hell, the whole castle was interchangeable. It was a god's home, so why would it not be?
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 10:28 pm
 I want to live xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI want to run through the jungle Location: Hallway.
Thoughts: Idk... ask him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxThe wind in my hair and the sand at my feet xxxxxxxxxxxx≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Sam blinked and made a little face at being called 'My lord'. His title served only to salt the wound that had not yet had time to heal but the young girl before him would have no way of knowing that so he forced the look off his face quickly.
When she looked up and her blush deepened upon realizing his intent, he offered a small grin, a flash of white teeth. She was absolutely adorable. It had been a long time since anyone had reacted his regard in such a manner. All the females of the pack had been cocky and self-assured. With reason since there was always some young pup panting at their heels. But this little 'rabbit' was a great deal less confident and it intrigued Sam.
As her eyes skipped back to the floor, Sam decided he was going to have to get to know her better. Though her next words made him shake his head firmly. "No, I've no intention of placing myself amongst so many unknown elements before I've my feet under me in this new place." He glanced around. Judging from the size of the damned place it may take a while to completely orient himself but right now he was at a complete disadvantage to anyone who had been here since the beginning of this plot. "But I would honored if the lady would grant me her name?" he made it a question as he tilted his head down again, trying to convince her that he was far more interesting than the floor beneath their feet.
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I’ve been having difficulties keeping to myselfxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFeelings and emotions better left up on the shelf Animals and children tell the truth; they never lie Which one is more human?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxThere’s a thought now you decide
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 12:18 am
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: Walking the Hallways with Lincoln(Xard), He is..different
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
"You are welcome." The woman looked calm as she said it. Though, her opinion of the gesture still held true in her heart. There is some comfort to be taken in how Lincoln(Xard) finds the tradition just as silly...or stupid.... If only I could say whatever I wish to, like I could out in the battlefield. But here among royals, her snappy tongue had to be held back. Even though sometimes I wish to be the one to throw the truth in their self-absorbed faces! Luckily for her, none of her emotions showed in her face or movements.
The knight knew how to cover those emotions quite well as they continued down the hall. This castle seems to change way too much for my taste. Her mind did wonder what was taking Lincoln(Xard) to respond to her. Does he not remember? I did hear one of the royals got a temporary bout of amnesia down there...However, without anything to verify that rumor, Soren could not be sure. Besides, I don't remember Lincoln(Xard) hitting his head...Unless my focus on Apollo and Liam left me unfocused on him....long enough for such an event to occur...
Her eyes blinked when he responded, the only sign to her previous reverie. She listened carefully to the prince's(Xard's) words. Through her memory, the knight had remembered the arm she held was the arm that had been injured. Thus, the main reason why the suspicion had been formed. But, as Lincoln(Xard) recounted the incident, she noticed there was no inconsistency. The incident he described seemed like the one from her mind. For now, the feeling of suspicion went down. But, the slight feeing of ill-ease stayed, lingering from earlier.
"Yes...it would have been bad for you to get infected. They do say some infections can even make your flesh rot while your body still lives..." Her voice sounded strangely calm when talking about such a gruesome event. "But, who knows? People spread rumors to make people believe in the craziest of things." If Lincoln(Xard) had been a friend, she would have shown her demented smirk. But since he wasn't, the only thing he received was a slight smile out of pleasantry. Something she honestly wished she didn't have to do. Cocky basterds, and their want to make women their docile little twits!
As they rounded the corner, the hallway looked similar to the one previous. The main difference between the two was the paintings on the walls. Her free hand tapped against her chin slightly as she observed the works of art. These could be used as map markers...if the hallways didn't seem to change as often as they did. For now, they were the only thing the knight could rely on to get herself around here later. "So, do you believe like others that the God finds amusement in shifting the hallways location? It would explain why many get lost if he did..." She tilted her head, feeling the urge to strike up a conversation to keep her un-bored. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 9:23 am
 A lady with a violin,
Playing to the seas
Hearken to the sound of calling
I tied myself to the wheel
The winds talk to my sails, not me
Come to me....Come to me... Somewhere _____________________________________________________ there my fate revealed...
I hear but how will I see? Kingdom Lust Rank: Youngest Princess Location:Lost in a Hallway TThank the gods for small blessings – the man who spent most of his attention on Kirios seemed to be more resistant to the webs of seduction – an empty thread if Lorelei had anything to say about it. To give into her temptress now, after all of the fighting she'd done against so.. would only end in certain disaster. With two men there that were obviously going to be willing – it was an effort to remain so chaste.
As much as the seductress promised them, she promised it to herself.
“I'm glad to hear that she made a night here in the castle more enjoyable for you, your imminence.” Silently, she wished that her night had gone half as well as Lincoln and Cat's. Her teeth pulled at her lip, thinking now on how it had ended for her – a crumpled, guilt-laden mess of a girl, all because dear, sweet Micah had tried to play the doting older sister. And if one couldn't tell, Lorelei hadn't yet forgiven her for all that had transpired. To put a mark upon her as she did, good intentions be damned, was inexcusable.
Soft, disported giggles escaped Lorelei's lips with a song laced within each breath at Kirios' jibes, stating that he should be allowed to be so bold. “Why, Sir Dreissen,” She said, a coy, flirtatious smile tracing her glossy lips. “I do think that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me.” That she had courage – because Haven certainly would be in disagreement there. She caught the lustful look in his eye, though he seemed to have it well contained, so her pulse only quickened for a second.
Her blush deepened however, when he continued, stating he wished her to help foul his pants, saying that it could easily be remedied by her taking them before hand. It only caused her mirth to spill further into the air, “Sir Dreissen, I feel I must call you a cad to save my reputation, else people will talk.” And that was the furthest thing from what she needed. “But I think, that with your good spirit, we might be able to lift Sokar's mood.”
She didn't miss his use of “when” instead of “if,” and the heat that painted her cheeks red spread to her chest, arms.. and made her stomach grow tighter. Her lips parted, used her tongue to wetten them just before, because something about this man made her throat go dry. As much as he wanted her, it was fast becoming apparent to herself that she'd not fight too hard against it. Especially when his eyes held the same type of promise that her song did.
Lincoln did not address her using the link with words, but fed emotions back to her, several. One, being that she could staunchly feel the forceful want for her, to take her, whether it be through her own agreement or not. It was a stark enough lust, that he was willing to take her now – audience be damned. And then hatred, though she didn't know for what – she guessed for how strong the other was, for allowing her song to wrap its silken ribbons in the privacy of his mind. With the daggers shot back at her, Lorelei took it as her answer, letting the subject go with just a few more words. ~Forgive me, mi'lord; this shall not happen again.~ And it wouldn't, lest Lincoln take what was left of her virtue with little regret afterward. The man in short, was far more dangerous to her than Nathaniel, who wanted to kill her, but couldn't bring himself to when given the opportunity.
She left, taking the tethers of their link with them, leaving him only with the honeyed echoes of her song, which she couldn't dispel. So she didn't know that the majority of the loathing was that unto himself, because of her... but not all directed towards her. It mattered not though, she had gotten the message – that she needed to stay far, far away. To keep him from attacking her. Either with a violent intent or that of his intense need to use her.
Sasha urged them forward, and Lorelei nodded swallowing what she could of her melodies, straining against a part of her self that was so easily beguiled. But the group stopped, when they picked another up. Long, curling eyelashes dusted her cheeks before they lifted slowly, amber irises sultry, full of an underlying emotion, putting on hold now her justified fear of the heir to Wrath. “Mi'lord Lucas Masterson.” She dipped into a curtsy, doing her best to maintain her poise now, and not to quiver from what she thought might be a violent encounter. “I didn't expect to see you so soon.”
His features looked as though he'd faint, like he'd seen a ghost in her eyes; she could only imagine why. Considering her last letter to him, explaining gently her betrothal to Haven Greene, she was something, someone.. that Lucas could never ascertain. This shouldn't have been something new – Lorelei had been telling him this from the start, that the match wasn't practical, and that she'd only break his heart in the end. Only now, she had more reason to deny his quest for her heart – it was to belong to another. And the princess felt an infinite amount of sorrow for the man's broken heart.
Lincoln greeted him, bracing the male siren by the shoulders, appearing happy to see his younger brother. She watched the exchange with a growing tension knotting in her stomach. If Lincoln hated her now, he'd be sure to hate her for continuously denying that which his little brother seemed to want most.
Kirios did well to distract her, and she gave him a fetching look, the smile reaching her eyes before she raised a finely arched brow. “Somehow, I feel that may be a promise you intend to keep sir.” She teased, not willing to let go of the banter that did so well to make her forget about the current danger she found herself in. “As your friend said, let's say we get going then.”
Her feet moved of their own accord, slippers not making a breath of a sound against the stone floors. “We shouldn't keep Sokar waiting. He's like to catch a chill in naught but my shawl.” For now, she'd do her best to let Lucas time needed with his brother. For now, she'd try and not dominate his thoughts. Because he deserved the space, if he so chose.
(( Someone feel free to move them to sokar's room))
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary:]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 10:30 am
 Pic by vishstudio; click for larger shot
Location/Situation and Form: Corrine’s ex-room with Evony as a guard, or is that vice versa?Man is the cruelest animal.
~Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900)
Sokar had enough presence of mind to notice the change of clothing that Corrine underwent when she returned from her short trip. The dress was pretty (he assumed; it certainly had more fabric than her previous outfit), but he wasn't sure why she chose to change. He assumed that perhaps it was part of silly human habits that had no purpose, and left it at that. He felt a blossoming curiosity that felt rather unlike himself, but refused to ask, not wishing to encourage the strange new characteristic.
Once he was low to the ground, ready to leap if need be, he was silent when Evony opened the door and admitted a man whom he might have seen around the castle, but was not entirely sure. Sokar cursed the fact he couldn't scent whether or not there was any obvious duplicity or not about him, since he was not very good at judging people on sight. To him, a smile was a smile, and a frown a frown. He knew humans would often use a mask to hide their true emotions, but he was far from practiced to pick out when it was a mask, and much less could guess what the true emotion was without scent and his animal senses that he never quite realized he had that were now lost.
Evony sounded so nervous and distraught, but not frightened, which kept him where he was instead of tackling the man down. It was good too that he stayed where he was, not making any threatening moves. Corrine said her part, and departed without waiting for permission from the man, of which Sokar expected no less of her. He knew that the royals were leaders of their own kingdom's "packs", but here they had to find a new hierarchy. And perhaps because she had been so assertive in assisting Lorelei and Evony, it seemed fitting she would continue to be so even now, with a stranger. The wolf-turned-man barely registered most of the conversation, rather keeping a good stare on the man who closed the door. He did not understand it was done for his benefit by Ryan's kindness, so he tensed slightly at the way the lock clicked.
Sokar's aggressive stare became a touch milder as Ryan spoke to him directly, though he did not reply immediately. Ryan's voice was soft and kind, but not patronizing. He did make a good point, Sokar could see he was bigger, and wasn't sure how to refuse in a polite manner. Even when Corrine left she was polite, which he figured was a necessary human-thing. Hearing that man's introduction, he realized he'd overheard Kirkis mention it somewhere. Along the lines that this Ryan was not a bad guest, or something like that. The gardener did not fear the ghost, but understood he was higher ranked, so tried to settle a little bit. He crawled closer to Ryan and Evony, but stopped a few feet away from them. "Is fine. You smaller, yes."
The low-pitched Wrath/Justice accented words were spoken calmly, and the gardener's shoulders seemed to lose most of their rigid pose. He had not meant it at an insult at all, merely an observation. Smaller wolves were often faster than bigger ones, so he did not see how mentioning it could be taken badly. He was curious about hand-shaking, for he had seen male humans do it often when they were introduced, but did not feel confident enough to try yet. "Woman-witch gone. More bad plans maybe." He had an itch behind his right ear, and started to rub it on his shoulder when he remembered to use his hand, though it had a canine/lupine quality to the quick and sharp movements. "Maybe Corrine tell Alpha Veritas?" he asked of Evony too, hoping that she would think that she would do so. It wouldn't do for more of the guests to have equal curses put on them.
Sokar imagined that being turned into a useful animal was better than a dumb human, but he wasn't sure that the guests would see it that way. They had been born and raised in to skins, and becoming something they weren't would be just as disconcerting as his situation, he assumed. He wished now that he had reacted faster, perhaps biting the witch, but she had cast her spell too quickly for him to react. If he saw (or smelled her, even with this pathetic nose) her again, he wouldn't hesitate this time around.
The large bodied man lowered himself and growled once again as a small bauble of light appeared and encircled Ryan's head. He stayed low as a voice called out from it, but perked his head slightly. It almost sounded familiar to him, but not completely. Still, it's surprise arriaval caused the ex-wolf to stay where he was, and stare at Ryan distrustfully again, as if expecting him to cast some other kind of magic. In fact, after a second or two of deliberation, the scantily clad man edged closer to Evony, but circling so that Ryan was in front of him at all times. Now next to the little princess, Sokar's yellow eyes held less peace than they had before, unsure if he meant his protogee any harm.
To conclude, all other living creatures live orderly and well, after their own kind:
we see them flock and gather together, and ready to make head and stand against all others of a contrary kind:
the lions as fell and savage as they be, fight not with one another: serpents sting not serpents, nor bite one another with their venomous teeth:
nay the very monsters and huge fishes of the sea, war not amongst themselves in their own kind:
but believe me, man at man's hand receiveth most harm and mischief.
~Pliny The Elder (23 AD - 79 AD)
((OOC: Editted because I just caught up reading about Naedira's post, argh))
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 5:46 pm
  ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In the Dining Hall || Wearing This Dress || Hair- See regular picture || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Though the Prince of Envy seemed a bit confused at the mention of her being Naedira's sister, Altonair quickly made up for it with a charm none other than a royal could muster, complimenting her with his formal greeting. Madelyne couldn't help but flush a little- she was far too unused to such comments!- though it faded as soon as his attention returned to her sister, who had given her a look she easily interpreted. The young princess knew he was just being polite... Still, she hoped desperately that neither Naedira or the prince hadn't seen her cheeks turn pink!
It was as Altonair and Naedira spoke of him escorting them to the dining hall when, out of the corner of her eye, Madelyne caught a flash of white hair. She glanced over subtly, not wanting her company to think she was bored or anything, and saw none other than Indigo! Their eyes met, and he waved to her. Madelyne couldn't wave back for fear of attracting Altonair and Naedira's attention to him- she wasn't embarrassed of his presence or anything, she was actually very pleased to see him, but she couldn't spend time with him right now, or invite him to the dinner, especially when it was for Naedira and her betroth's benefit. Plus, what if they noticed him and began to ask why he was there? (Actually, she even wondered that.) She felt horrible, but it just couldn't be done. Surely he would understand? So, knowing she had to react or else seem rude, while the two royals in her presence were preoccupied with talking, Madelyne offered Indigo a small, apologetic smile. Just as her smile faded, Altonair began to lead them away. Madelyne's eyes remained on Indigo until he was out of sight.
Reaching the dining hall, Madelyne couldn't help but notice how busy the room was. Servants were going to and fro with plates of food and drinks while various royalty entered and placed themselves in some seat or another. She felt very exposed- but only for a moment. As a princess of Humility, she had to compose herself in the presence of aristocrats, as well as anyone else, of course. Besides, being royalty meant she had to get used to entertaining others as a charming, posed lady now that she held her title again.
The three headed to the two dining tables after being announced by the herald, one black and one white, both distinguishing between the virtuous and sinful kingdoms. Seated at the white was King Riley. His eyes, so like her own, were seemingly fixed upon the two sisters. Madelyne could only hope she was holding herself gracefully as she walked toward him, so he could see she had indeed been instructed in the manners befitting their rank.
As they reached the table, Naedira was the first to greet him. Though her sister only nodded her head, Madelyne did a light curtsey; she felt the awkwardness that came with not knowing him as well as she should have, so she couldn't bring herself to not properly greet him. Her sister then introduced Altonair. Madelyne watched her father's reaction, noting his expression. Was he averse to the prince? His eyes showed he was not too pleased with the man, but why? And his statement- "Pray that you live up to her assessment”- did it seem to have a threatening tone?... Perhaps she was not reading her father correctly. She didn't want to assume her father hated the prince.
After sitting to the left of Naedira, King Riley caught the young princess's attention. He asked, "Did Veritas decide on a betrothal for you as well?” Her immediate response was bewilderment. She had not expected that question in so... open a place. But she made sure she appeared unperturbed, answering as uninterestedly as she could muster. "Not that I am aware of, father. I suppose he just hasn't gotten around to it yet..." Honestly, she almost felt like adding that she hoped Veritas wouldn't choose a fiancé for her... at least not for awhile longer. She didn't want to leave her family after being reunited with them mere hours ago. Besides that, she was actually a bit worried who Veritas would match her with...
Noticing movement to her right, Madelyne gazed down at Naedira's palm, where a small white light was summoned. The sight unsettled the young princess, but not as much as her sister's paling features and shaky voice. Naedira... She thought, worry creasing her brows. You shouldn't use magic just yet... You're still weak. Of course, Madelyne kept the thoughts to herself, not wanting to raise awareness of her condition to her father, not to mention Altonair. And Ryan's absence worried her as well. He couldn't be so angry as to not join them, could he? Madelyne couldn't imagine he'd do anything to upset Naedira, especially since she invited him to join them, whether she hurt him or not. She could tell how much he cared for his sister. She, of course, hoped she could gain that kind of closeness with him, but, for now, she was focused on their... altercation.
{o.c.c. ~ Sorry there's not much to reply to ><}
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 10:15 pm
↞ Liam Balin↠
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀  Kingdom: Envy Rank: 2nd Knight Location: Corrine's old quarters, searching for Evony
Hours had transpired since they'd left the late princess' quarters, and.. while some might have been mourning the Kingdom's loss, Liam's thought ran along the more practical lines. The girl had been touched in the head, a simpering, foolish, rotten, little git who was of little use to the Kingdom, save to waste perfectly good air.
She might have been advantageous at one time, when the king could have married her off to strengthen an allegiance with another kingdom. But what with her bout of insanity, and refusal to even take care of herself by the simplest forms of hygiene – no man would desire her. Her once lustrous golden hair had been in tangles, greasy and stringy. She wouldn't eat, so she was much too thin. The once wholesome looking girl, who could have even been considered attractive... had diminished into nothing but a skeleton, hollowed eyes and a mess. Granted, she was a much different type of mess now, considering her entrails would have splattered upon landing.
Upon leaving the princess' rooms, Liam had sought the training grounds – determined to keep himself sharp, to keep all of his motions – each parry, thrust – fluid, but crisp. Effective. There was a certain sense of relief in his chest as he worked relentlessly against the dummies, knowing that, because Nathaniel had witnessed the death (no doubt caused it when the princess second guessed her ability to go through a suicide) he'd likely be released to go home. To go back to the fields, and better serve Envy, and by doing so... better serving himself.
With that thought clouding his conscience, Liam's drives got harder... stronger, until the he reached the point where he found his endurance spent, enough that his muscles fervidly protested as he hiked up the stairs in the castle, a delicious ache that he'd long since forgotten. At his ending point, the knight found himself in Nathaniel's quarters, requesting an audience with few words to actually be said. He'd at least granted him the behest, silently sweeping the door open for Liam to make his entrance. Hands behind his back, sword at his side, he stood for a long time at the door, which was now closed so that no one could spy on the heir. He was patient, like their enemies... biding his time while he waited for the scratches to the parchment to cease.
“Liam,” His name finally crossed Nathaniel's lips, breaking the silence that had suspended betwixt the pair. Poise still rigid, the only thing that changed in Liam's countenance was that his honeyed eyes fell, fixed on the man who'd called his name. His jaw, while Nathaniel wouldn't have been able to see, tensed while he expected a good report, telling him that it was high time that he left the castle, and escaped back to his ranks.
There were whelps that needed to be trained for battle.
It only further tensed when Nathaniel didn't give him what he wanted, but instead, assigned him a new brat to watch over. It took a moment to process, another three for him to swallow, a bitter taste roiling in his mouth. How wonderful it must have been, for Nathaniel to be so cavalier, when holding Liam's ambitions in his hands, and crumpling them in a way that the heir would be well aware. How easy... it must have been to be so cool all the time, when a very vibrant heat rose in himself, painting him the envious servant.
No, t'was not oft that the man felt the twitches and banes of their sin. But no other time such as this, had it been bore so full of an impassioned fervor, staunchly making the man's insides writhe with the twinges of jealousy that came with not being highly born. When he spoke, the knight kept it tightly leashed. This was Nathaniel's parents doing, the king and queen that Liam so loyally served. Certainly, he deserved better for all the blood he'd shed for their country. “I'll accept the task, no more so readily as I had the last.” He replied, deadpan despite his being incredibly sarcastic. “And, rest assured that as soon as we're done here, I'll make haste to seek out your sister, and break the news to her.” Though, this too... if it'd not been for Nathaniel, he'd have snarled a reply that he was no lowly page. He was a knight, the most skilled hand in all of Envy. One that trained the soldiers that cause Patiente hearts to quiver – known by many as the dark hand of death himself. All of that, and it seemed the Wood family had forgotten, left behind the fact that the knight was much too valuable an asset to be collecting dust in a castle... playing the role of a glorified babysitter.
“Sire,” He gave half of a bow, because if Liam could call any of the royal family comrades, it would be this man. Not for ambition, but for a grave understanding of one another. “If I perform this duty to your satisfaction, and see to it that no harm befalls your little sister, could I request, that when you succeed the throne, that you restore me to my rightful position? On the field is where I belong – where I can the the most loyal to the Wood empire.”
A small smirk did, however trace his features when he mentioned Soren, and that he still had his rank at least in that fashion. “Thank you, your highness.” With that, Liam rose from the ceremonious bow – still only half-way carried out, due to the fact that the pair had been so familiar with each other since before they'd reached adolescence. His soft boots didn't make a noise against the floor as he left – he'd chosen the material for stealth, and still preferred the style.
Pulling at his chi, Liam closed his eyes, heightening his senses so that he might find the girl with a little more ease. He had assured the heir that he'd make an effort to find the young princess; so he'd do just that. Grudgingly, because he had no more want to look after this princess than what he did the first one.
Sighing, he resorted to asking around – and found pulling for a familiar energy a bit more helpful once he'd been pointed about the way people had last seen her. It was no surprise then, that he'd found the girl, though the situation was questionable to say the least. There were two men there – one that he didn't recognize at all. “Princess Evony.” He said with another short bow; pulling a look of sympathy out of his repertoire.
“Might I request a more private audience with you, if but for a moment? Your eldest brother, Nathaniel has sent me on his behalf.”
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Links in a chain passed down through the years,
But ending here, if we just face the pain and the fear...
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 11:14 pm
  
Ladies and Gentlemen.... Claus Revelle
Royal Jester of Veritas Where am I?: Hallways ~*~ Who am I entertaining?: Kirkis
....Boys and Girls  "You're a dead butler, that's what you are!"
Claus' blatant statement of the obvious was a way for him to keep Kirkis fuming, as Claus rather enjoyed the angry fits Kirkis tossed around once in a while. The jester was honestly not afraid at all of Kirkis, too carefree to worry about any consequences or 'wrath' that the butler may be able to dole on him. Despite the terrible luck befalling on Kirkis at the moment, Claus was too engrossed in his own entertainment to to be of any actual help.
"Do you regularly bang your head onto the wall? That would certainly explain why blood leaks out from your eye sockets. By the way, how DO you rim your eyes with blood like that? A trick like that is sure to impress my audience!" he continued with his irritating tirade of bugging Kirkis in his current foul mood, the jester now sitting down onto the floor as he plunged his hands into his hat, searching for something.
As he bothered with his search of his hat, his white mask floated down from it's previous spot near the ceiling and hovered next to Claus. The jester turned his body to face the polished mask, the mask shaking a bit as if speaking. "Oh? What's this? You saw the whole thing? Do tell, my masking masquerade of a mask." the jester cooed at the mask, bringing his head closer mask as the mask continued to shake. "Yes? Yes? Oh, really? You must be jesting! That's my duty! And what else? Oh, how terrible of them! Oh...! How...arousing."
Claus stood up and clapped his hands suddenly. "Kirkis! After interrogating my mask for what it has witnessed here in this hallway, due to the fact that it arrived at the scene of the mystery before we had, I have stunning news!" The jester bounced to the butler, kneeling down spreading his arms out to the ghost. "I can't speak mask!"
The jester laughed haughtily, then turned his head to the mask and backhanded it, causing it to spin in the air. "You know better than that! Now, adhere to my face so that I may see what transpired here!" The mask did as commanded and stuck itself back onto the faceless jester's faceless face. As it fit snugly back on, a white light shone throw the eye holes, a small 'how pretty!" uttered by the jester as it watched the events unfold.
The jester then stood up and dusted off his leggings, his mask peering at the butler's form. "A Knight and some other person, royal looking in my opinion, had a rather disappointing battle. I mean, is a little finesse too much to ask for? Anyways, said royal was knocked out 3 times to a fortnight, as the knightish fellow righted the scene to it's previously unscathed look and took off. Oh, and there was magic. But it was BORING magic. Anyways, a little later, the royal took off too. Like I said. BORING! That's what happened, in a peanut shell!"
Claus had actually made motions for the entire scene he described, using his gloved hands as a visual guide. Though, the motions were rather unhelpful, as they resembled more obscene motions that would be quite vulgar to witness than serve their intended purpose of showing a simplified visual of the scene. {{{I apologize for the wait. And the crappy post. D: }}}
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 9:32 pm
Location: Hallway
Title: Servant
Kingdom: Hubris
“My name?” Ella repeated after the man before her had spoken. She looked up again, only to see that he was trying to look at her for a second time. Why was he trying to look at her? She didn’t have something on her face did she? Oh how embarrassing it would be if she had soot on her face. “My name is Ella, Sire. Ella Farell. And, may I ask? Is there something on my face? You keep staring at me in the most peculiar way…”
It never even occurred to her that he was probably trying to see her face because she was insistent on looking at the floor. And it also never occurred to her to perhaps NOT talk to his man and tell him who she was. After all, he could be the murder that was running amok in the castle. Or he could be a spy, or an assassin, or someone who was at war with Hubris…the list just goes on and on.
But as stated before, that thought never crossed Ella’s mind as she looked at the guy. He had very deep eyes, and his features looked similar to someone else’s, but Ella couldn’t place whose. While trying to recall the many faces she had seen while living in Veritas’s castle, she heard him speak about not wanting to be around ‘unknown elements’ before he got to know the place. “Unknown elements?” Ella repeated. My it must have looked like she was mentally slow, or perhaps even drunk. Though the term ‘unknown elements’ had never been applied to people before, Ella finally figured out what he meant. “Oh! I understand now.” She blurted out “I see. You do not know anyone here, Sire? Perhaps you have family members that I can help you locate? I know where many of the royal rooms are and I know quite a few of the people who are staying here with the Lord Veritas. Even if I do not know your family, I can find someone who does.” She smiled up at him, the blush finally gone from her cheeks.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 9:45 pm
I want to live xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI want to run through the jungle Location: Hallway.
Thoughts: Are all human females this interesting? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxThe wind in my hair and the sand at my feet xxxxxxxxxxxx≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
The wolf shifter had to stifle a grin when she asked if there was something on her face. Once he was sure he would not laugh and possibly offend the girl, he responded "No, Ella, there is nothing on your face. I am just curious as to why you seem to find the floor so fascinating. Does it contain some secret that I am missing?" he cast a quick glance along the floor for emphasis before returning his gaze to her face, head tilted in curiosity.
Sam chewed on his lip for a moment, considering her offer then shook his head again, slowly. "No, my birth family is here, I don't doubt that but I've never really had the chance to meet them." he paused before continuing. "And those that raised me are dead. The assassins made sure of that. Sloppy job they made of it, though, missing the one the came for." His gaze flicked to the side as he stomped his anger down. No use frightening his little rabbit into flight now.
"How about instead, can you show me a back way to the kitchen? I am hungry despite my disinterest in mingling with the other.... royals." he dragged the last word out like it hurt to acknowledge he was now part of that 'elite' group. Then he offered a soft smile to try and ease any tension his earlier lapse might have caused. "I won't bite, promise."
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I’ve been having difficulties keeping to myselfxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFeelings and emotions better left up on the shelf Animals and children tell the truth; they never lie Which one is more human?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxThere’s a thought now you decide
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 10:12 pm
 Sasha Steel Kingdom: Justice
Role: Bard
Stage: Hallway
Inspiration: Time to pry. Can't find gold without getting a little dirty. Up M'lady pack your things this place is not your home Nor was it ever sever every tie Tonight we ride tonight we RIDE To say he was bored of the back and forth flirting, would have been an understatement. Even that in itself was an understatement. However, the weave in the air was certainly tempting to Sasha. Not the lust carried in the weave, the strong desire in the air that was no less than palpable, but rather the allure of the charm. It was a conscious thought to not reach for his lute and pluck at the strings, amplifying the emotion just to see where things would lead. Having that sort of influence over people was... intoxicating. However, the duffel bag of belongings he was still carrying offered a rather powerful deterrent. Not even he was talented enough to juggle that much.
On a brighter note, it appeared that Sasha's assumption of the newcomer was correct, that he was the brother of Lincoln. An expression of recognition was also pasted across the face of Lorelie, which suggested that perhaps the pair had a history worth prying into. At a later date, of course. One story at a time. The conversation also offered a hint as to why Lorelie was inquiring to ascertain a pair of the General's breeches. The assumption was that this Sokar, whom ever he was, was apparently in need of some clothing. Though the reason remained elusive to the bard, still not overly interested and of no mind as to inquire further. At least his present situation had offered him a chance to gather some gossip, a vital tool should he ever have the need to slander any of his present company in the future. Not that he would consider that an option unless he had good reason.
As the entourage began to move, giving in to forward motion at last, Sasha found himself subconsciously drifting equidistant from both Lincoln and the General, conflicted by both his desire for information and a need for self preservation. The strange thing was that Lincoln's wound did not match any of the blows he had witnessed from the duel, nor did he carry any that should have most certainly been there. Alas, curiosity won over the bard and he had to ask the obvious question, at risk of revealing his prior proximity and respective lack of action. Of course, that all depended on the point of view.
"How is it that you came across these wounds of yours?" Sasha asked offhandedly, purposely wording it as if the Heir had just picked them up somewhere rather than attaining them through either combat or foolishness. A few chiding remarks came to mind, but he thought it best to hold them in check, for his own safety. Instead, he fell to politeness. "If you don't mind my inquiring, of course." In truth, Sasha couldn't care less about whether or not Lincoln was comfortable with the question, the bard wanted an answer. At least, if the Heir fell to his aggressive nature, his wound would help to level the field should Sasha need to defend himself.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: Mon May 09, 2011 8:46 pm
 ☀ A V E L I N E ☀ E N T R E R I ☀ Status: Princess of Justice
Location: The main staircase
Mood: Intrigued The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply. Aveline thanked her Little Lamb before stepping into the room. A quick glance told her this room was much better suited for a royal like herself.
“Pardon me Your Highness, but I am going to go find someone to bring your things up.”
Aveline replied with a smile. Perhaps there was one more thing she could do to ensure the girl's loyalty. 'You have done me a good turn, and so I shall repay you. Should you ever need it, consider this room a safe haven, even when I am not here.'
Aveline pretended to wince as the girl walked into the door but paid no other heed. As soon as the girl was gone from her sight, Aveline gave a further inspection of the room. Nothing was left untouched. She ran her finger across every surface to check for dust. The beds were stripped back, checked and remade. Each drawer was open and checked for the last occupant's belongings or anything untoward. She did find a secret compartment but it had nothing in it. Even the top of the door did not pass her notice. With it, she ran her finger along the top, checking for any knotch or dip that may hint at a curse or anything unusual.
Normally Aveline would have inspected the room to make sure the room was up to standard but with the death of her eldest brother and many of her fellow royals, she was not taking any chance. She could only hope her remaining brother thought to do the same. She thought it unlikely but he did have his magic to rely upon.
She then went to the window and inspected the view. Yes, it would be a good scene to wake to. She could just imagine herself waking and walking over, listening to the morning bird calls and watching the servants prepare for the day. Her Little Lamb had shown her a wonderful room indeed, just as she ought. Even a servant of Hubris should know how to properly serve royals.
When Aveline was finished making sure the room was fit for her occupation, she left the window open to let a small breeze through. She did not want the room to become cold but she did not want the room to remain stagnant either. Finally, she checked herself over. She had timed her arrival almost perfectly, if a little late for dinner, so she knew she was properly dressed. All she needed was to make sure her hair rested properly and her elven ears peeked through her long, straight tresses.
With that, Aveline swept away through the halls. She peeked at each open room she passed and any common room she met she examined. Her final destination was the dining hall but as nobody knew she were here, nobody was expecting her. So long as she made it by the time first course ought to be served, she would assume herself on time.
As she passed a set of rooms, she noted something odd. She was sure she had passed these rooms before but not in this order. Surely one had been several halls from the other. Aveline stopped and inspected one then the other. They were the same, dusty bedrooms she had seen earlier but she was still sure they had not been side by side. There was one way to determine this, or two ways actually but this one was less destructive. Aveline shook the dust from the hem of her skirts and stood against the railing that would stop her from falling to the floors below. She then inspected both rooms at once. It was just as she expected!
The views from the windows did not match.
As she examined the gardens in one window and the grass of the other, there was a remarkable difference, the shadows were tilting in different directions. Now, she may not have studied many sciences amongst her lessons but there was no way science could explain such a thing. It had to be magic. Oh, this was going to be a fascinating stay, and a dangerous one too. How does one stay one step ahead of a murderer when one cannot find one's way? Why, if the murderer (or murderers) made their way into the castle and discovered the tricks to navigating the house, they had all the royals in their grasp. This would never do. Aveline decided then and there that she would discover such tricks before they could be used against her.
Imagine, waking up in the middle of the night to a strange sound, padding about in one's nightgown to see what the distress was and finding oneself unarmed in a completely different part of the castle? Suddenly Aveline felt naked. She had left her rapier tucked away in her luggage. Oh, woe to her decision to appear inoffensive.
'I can hardly go back for it so I must go forward,' she remarked to herself, then frowned. It would not do to be heard talking to herself. Why, the other royals would think her crazy! The rest of Aveline's journey was conducted in silence.
She continued checking each room she past but not nearly as thoroughly. A quick glance for her to later recall was all she allowed herself, though she deeply wished to lose herself in her curiosity.
When she finally made it to the doors that would no doubt welcome her into the dining room, Aveline could not tell whether it was a lucky turn or not. She was partially wishing she could throw off the duty of attending dinner. No doubt she could surprise her brother later but it would not have as much impact as nonchalantly greeting him as he, or she, entered. No, she thought to herself (not again speaking aloud), it is a blessing that I have neared my journey's end. It meant she could mingle and meet with her peers, who she had long since seen and spoken with.
The first thing Aveline did when she entered the dining room, or any room for that matter, was to discover who was and was not there. Her brother was amongst the latter so she turned her inspections to the paintings and heirlooms that decorated the dining hall. One particularly interesting piece was of the god, Veritas himself.
OOC: Ra Ra has no idea what Veritas would keep in his dining room and no idea what type of painting he'd hang of himself, hence the shortness of the last paragraph.He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:04 pm
Elliot White
Location: Somewhere, I'm lost but I find it hard to actually care.
Rank: Architect of Fortitude
|Before the time skip|
Elliot's arrival was uneventful for the most part. As was the trip to the castle. Exactly why he was being sent away to the castle was debatable. What kind of an assassin went after an architect? It would be downright shameful to even think about really. He had a military background but hadn't been in the military for quite a few years and therefore was not a good candidate to even look after the royal children. Therefore he found it puzzling that he was being sent away. Still one did not argue too much. If he was told he was being sent away then that is exactly what would happen whether he liked it or not. So there he sat somewhat bored and going towards a castle he knew virtually nothing about in a land he knew nothing about. Not to mention the castle held all the warring nation's royals in one place. It was a recipe for disaster if he had ever heard one and he was quite surprised there had been no deaths yet really. At least none that he had heard about.
The castle was probably the perfect place for an assassin to hide and wait for the perfect moment to do what they did best on their chosen target. When he finally did arrive at the castle he grabbed his luggage and looked at the castle in slight awe. It was simply beautiful. Had he not seen the wonderful sight the castle presented he might have thought about getting some food. It was that time of day after all and he was somewhat famished. The chances of him eating now however were slim at best. When he worked he tended to go days without eating simply because well he forgot. Admiring other people's work tended to do the very same to him. Of course the architecture of the castle was not perfect he could see small flaws here and there after all. For how old it probably was and looked however it was amazing to him. So amazing in fact that he stood there for a full ten minutes just looking at the castle with his left hand tracing his jawline.
It wasn't until a servant finally got his attention and tried to take his luggage that he came back into focus. "No I prefer to carry my own luggage thank you." Giving the man a smile that said it was okay he walked passed the man and into the castle. The servant mentioned something about changing halls and offered to guide him and Elliot smiled back at him. "No really I am fine it's okay. Relax." Turning around and not looking back Elliot turned towards the Dining Hall and considered eating before curiosity about these changing halls got the better of him and he walked without purpose down the halls. He walked for a good five minutes then turned around only to find a different hall than he had left. "Fascinating." Running a delicate hand over the paintings and statues that decorated the halls Elliot admired them all. Of course he also admired the walls and ceilings. He was like a kid in a candy store and his joy was great enough that the slight tiredness creeping up in his right arm from holding his luggage so long was all but forgotten.
|After the time skip|
The more he walked the more the surroundings looked foreign and he couldn't have been more pleased. After what seemed like several hours it was quite apparent that he was getting nowhere fast but despite that he refused to ask passing servants for any kind of help. Quite frankly he was enjoying himself. Of course the dull throb of his right arm was making itself known but he was able to ignore it just the same as the noises his stomach made on occasion. Yes he was kind of lost and quite frankly he couldn't have been happier.
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