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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes



xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit me


Kingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant Location: New York City, Center Of The Universe. (Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse...)

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Tao smiled as the princess steadied herself. He had heard her question, but between the sobs he figured it best not to tell her he hadn't a clue how to get back. He might have been able to figure out a way, with a lot of help from some of the other guests, to stop the spell... but now that it had already displaced them there was no way to get back without countering the spell... and he was no good at spells like that. He raised a brow as he felt his pains subside, and gave the girl a puzzled look, but she seemed just as puzzled as himself. The pain was still there, he was not healed, but he didn't seem to be in as much pain. He shrugged it off, not sure what to do.

"Well, we will put you in something less revealing... Hopefully something not like that..." A woman that seemed to be wearing nothing more than a cloth to cover her breasts and an incredibly short and tight piece of cloth to cover her crotch. He shook his head, just a little disgusted. He pointed to a picture that was along one of the walls nearby, a very pretty ebony woman wearing a full dress that went down to a little above her ankles and had a rip down the side of the dress. "Maybe something a wee bit more like that, maybe without the rip... although, I must say it might be easier to run in that that your current attire." He shrugged and smiled. "Do you happen to have any money on you?" He reached into his pockets and found a few gold coins, but nothing more. "I'm not even sure if they use this..."

He watched as a man in a strange suit pulled a brown piece of leather out of his pocket, pulling out some green paper and handing it to a man and got some bread with something red in it in return. He let out a sigh, if he weren't a thief this could be a problem, but how could he steal without outing himself as a thief? He let out a small frown. A man in a full blue outfit walked by and eyed him up, pointing to his chakram that were on his belt. 'Son, are those weapons?' Tao blinked in surprise, the man was obviously carrying some king of weapon in his belt, maybe a dagger? Was it not okay for him to be armed? 'Well? Is that a weapon or are you one of those strange cosplayers? I didn't know one of your meeting things were around right now.' "No, sire. It is simply a toy." He raised his hand and muttered a few words, and ran his finger along the blades of his chakram. He raised the finger, the shield that he just raised fading. "See?" The officer simply nodded and moved on. He must be one of the peace keepers of this realm. That would make things more interesting.

"We have two options here, princess. We have either borrow some money from someone to pay for our new clothes... or steal the clothes... They use a different currency here." He let out a sigh and eyed up the small girl. "I won't tell if you don't. You have to do some bad things for the right reasons, and we really don't want to get any extra eyes watching us. Who knows what these people are capable of."

And I won't back down because life's already bit me

And I won't cry, because I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me

'Cause I'm a gypsy

►Micah Gavini◄

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Ӄingdom: Avarice
Ɍank: Vice Marshal
Ƚocation: Central Park, apparently…
Ⱦhoughts: These curs dare bring insult to Dominique?!...

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Fandral’s eyes narrowed to his typical cold, emotionless expression upon learning of the insult the two fools had brought upon the royal bloodline of Avarice, and more importantly Dominique. He scowled at the two as she led him towards them. He, like Dominique, had been briefed on royal families of the other kingdoms, and so he also recognized one of the men as Prince John Greene of Fortitude. He allowed Dominique to introduce them, demanding an answer for the commoner’s crime.

The right side of his lips raised themselves in a sneer as John questioned Dominique’s station. He’d forgotten that news of their coup de’tat . ”She is Dominique d’Aquitaine, heiress to the throne of Avarice and replacer of the Cambion whore. You will address her with respect or fear, preferably both, but either will do.,” he said in typical condescending manner. Perhaps unlike most of those in his position, he had absolutely no respect to offer the royals of other kingdoms, and he would not pretend either. He simply did not care to be in the good graces of the other royals.

In appearance, Fandral seemed to be ignoring the one named Darius’s words altogether. But in truth, he’d been listening intently. The man had already begun revealing much to them. It seemed this world had somehow found a way to have a government system controlled by the citizens. He scoffed at the idea. Commoners had no place in government. He turned his head back toward Dominique, nodding at her command. ”Of course, my lady,” he whispered. He turned his attention back to the other fools.

The commoner seemed to have a rather high opinion of himself, claiming himself to be a rather important person in this world. Naturally, he took his word with a grain of salt. He seemed to think being important somehow meant something to him, that it would somehow keep Fandral from taking him for interrogation. What he wasn’t counting on was that he would do absolutely anything for Dominique. He would risk anything, even angering the other kingdoms’ royal families. He cared about nothing more, and nothing less, than keeping Dominique pleased.

He scoffed at the idiot’s arrogance, as well as John’s suggestion. ”Here are the following events as they wll occur, John Greene of Fortitude. This man, Darius, will come with us. Whether or not he is harmed is completely dependent on whether or not either of you choose to attack us. Make a move against either of us, and I guarantee you his death is assured. You can choose to follow along if you will, John Green of Fortitude, and no harm shall come to either of you should you choose to come willingly.”

He then turned his attention to Darius. ”And you, commoner of this realm… Do not think for a moment that your status in any way, shape, or form affects us. I have successfully hidden in plain sight from people and things more fearsome than you could ever imagine. The shadows are my domain, and there is nothing and no one on this, or any, realm that could ever find me. Not without finding themselves with a blade to the throat.”

He once again turned back to John. ”Ultimately, the choice of whether or not Darius is harmed is entirely up to you, Prince John of Fortitude, but know that one way or another he will come with us.” He cleared his throat for a moment, then continued. ”Know, Prince John of Fortitude, that I will do anything to please my princess. So know that I am not above inciting total war between our kingdoms on account of a dead royal.” Every time he referred to John by name and title, there seemed to be more and more venom in his raspy tone. While his body seemed perfectly still, he was more than ready for an attack, and he knew Dominique would be ready to back him up with something big.

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This is the hand that will blind your eyes
And split your spine...xxxxxxxxxxxxx
This is the blade that'll visit your flesh
And release the wine...xxxxxxxxxx.

Naedira swallowed hard as people brushed by her without apologizing, a particularly rotund man eating some kind of salted dough nearly knocking her over. The Humilitian Princess was at a complete loss. These people swarmed…Everywhere, like ants to a spilled sweet. She didn’t know where to turn…What to do. She could try her magic, to look for her family—Friends, others that might have been sent with them…But she had a feeling that she ought to save it.

Just in case, she needed to defend herself.

Which she was thinking might be more and more of a possibility.

“Damn ho—What’chu trippin’ on? Best wipe that powda’ out ya nose. You damn near trucked over me and my crew.”

Naedira’s eyes widened at a tall, caramel skinned woman who wore her hair in deceptively intricate plaits. Her ears were nearly weighed down with the gold circles that ran through them. Was it some kind of torture device? The auburn haired princess inclined her head apologetically, as she would have, should she have affronted someone from another Kingdom. “I beg your pardon.”

“Beg my motha ********’ what?”

“You pardon, madam.”, Naedira responded flawlessly, carrying all of the grace of her station as she possessed.

“Ma’am? Who the ******** you callin’ old, trick? Imma go Chris Brown yo’ candy a**…”

Naedira’s head tilted, hearing several words, that seemed familiar…Unsure of why this woman kept getting angrier and louder—So much louder. Had these people no manners? No sense of tact or upbringing? Were they all heathens?

“Forgive me, I do not think we speak the same dialect. I have no need of this Chris Brown. Good day.”, she spoke briskly, and turned around as the woman made to come closer to her—Darting quickly in the other direction… Horrified of the cackling that started going on behind her as she headed…In any other route possible. Her heart leapt to her throat when she felt someone grab her arm, and her hazel eyes blacked out as her pupils grew large and overtook them. A dark curse lay on her lips as she turned to look at who assaulted her—Only to realize with shock, it was Altonair.

Power hummed in the air between them, but it was only the sound of her name that broke her from the colder magic’s she’d been prepared to invoke… Her heart thudded wildly in her chest as she shook her head, and her eyes slowly returned to normal as she stared up at him. “Altonair…”

“Prince…I dare say, I’ve never been happier to see you…”, she trailed off, trying to find her bearings… She was so lost in this strange world… So confused… But Altonair made sense to her. The only thing that made sense to her so far…“Hopefully….You are not my imagination playing tricks on me…I feel as if I’ve lost my mind.”

She reached up with her free hand, and touched his cheek gingerly…As if to reassure herself that he was indeed real. She could feel his hand to her arm…But she had to be sure. Hazel eyes blinked back frustrated tears as she swallowed hard…Convincing herself that this was indeed Altonair…Not some figment she’d created in fear. The princess found immense relief at simply not being on her own any longer. “I feared I was alone here—This place, where are we?”

“The people are wasteful, uncouth creatures… The women dress as if they are scarlet… I’m dressed as if -I’m- scarlet.”, Naedira’s cheeks turned red with deep embarrassment and shame, despite her natural tan, and she looked down at the shiny floor…Unable to look at her betrothed. She was just…Terrified, and deeply worried for her family. For the Lady Sara, and Lady Evony—Both whom she’d grown fond…Neither she wanted to be alone in this place…And no doubt, they were here… Because no doubt lay in her mind, that if she’d found the Prince of Envy… It was equally likely that their siblings were here as well. “I apologize my Lord…I didn’t realize who you were…I would never attack you—Nor would I dress as such, but I stood out so terribly.”

"I just found my sister... And she is already gone from me. The last thing I remember is being in the dining hall...I...I--"

The woman took a deep breath to steady herself, and she drew the back of her hand under her eyes quickly—Quickly gaining composure, despite her shaking hands…This would be a rare, very rare occasion, that her betrothed would ever see her so frazzled...She remembered herself, remembered what she’d been taught. She was a shield maiden of her kingdom, and it’s princess. She would be strong, and act like it. “I’m sorry for my outburst..I’ll…”

“I’ll not let it happen again.”

No One Knows I'm all Alone
Living in this Castle Made of Stone
And while I Sit so High up on A Throne
I Wonder How I can Feel this Low
On Top of the World it's Beautiful
But There's no Place to Fall

xxxxxxxI guess I should be ashamed...

With his blade still at the ready, Indigo turned his attention to Theoran for a moment, his fierce expression replaced with an almost eerily calm smile. "In a situation like this, I imagine it would be." As he brought his leg down from the Roundhouse, he had a harder time fighting the urge to laugh at this than fighting this group of bar patrons. Before he left, it was common practice for Astrals to request a sparring match. However, the uncommon practice in their sparring came at the numbers; it was often one against however many. Some Astrals did it just for the glory, some did it to impress "that special someone" while others did it for the fun it held. Granted, the only one who really did it for the "fun of it" was Indigo, but that was just his personality. The most he had ever managed was him against fifteen of his older friends, which ended in his favour. The fight was deceptively simple for him, he'd back himself into a metaphorical corner, then through some fancy footwork, get them to attack each other. If he ever used those sparring matches for training of any sort, it was likely only for flexibility. In his eyes, being able to dodge an attack was vastly more important than being able to place one, and what better way to practice that than to have fifteen odd weapons coming at you?

"Oi, jackass. The Astral said loud enough to catch everyone's attention, specifically the man reaching for a rather large knife. That's no bloody knife, that's a damn short sword! Hah, this is finally turning into a party. "I'm the one poised to kick everyone else's a**, you should be pointing that at me if you know what's good for you." While goading a man wielding a shockingly large "knife" to attack him wasn't exactly par for smart in his eyes, it was that or have them going after Theoran and the lady Madelyne. Besides, it'd been a while since he'd had odds like this, he almost missed that tingling thrill it gave him, almost like it could finally be his time to lay it all down. "No worries Theoran, I've got it covered. I didn't just happen upon the title 'Blood King of the Astrals' you know." Granted, those very same Astrals that gave me that moniker would probably like to have an intimate talk with me... It was a bit of a shame to him, he was hoping that Theoran would get to ask around about the legend. As the thought crossed his mind however, he could hear a man shakily trying to steady something metallic. With a sigh, he swept the man off his feet and grabbed the gun on his way down. Throwing the side arm out the window, he shook his head in mock disappointment. "Alright. Tell you guys what. I don't really want to end any lives, you don't want to have your asses beaten by one guy, and I somehow doubt the owner of this fine establishment wants to have the joint wrecked. So, you let them go, and we'll talk this over like civilized adults." Playing to his expectations however, instead of an agreement, a roaring cackle erupted from the men. "Oh what, so some freak with fake wings is gonna' kick all our asses huh? Well come on then!" Shrugging his shoulders with a discontent sigh, he couldn't help but say he saw this coming. "Your call. Anyone who doesn't want in on this fight, leave now." It was more courtesy than anything, as he knew already that none of them would leave.

Before the real fighting began, Xakstrazi took it upon himself to make it at least somewhat less one-sided by sheathing his Blade. However, he was slightly out of practice with the Break Arts, so perhaps he would lead with that? Clapping his hands together, he stepped out of the way to avoid a lunge from the previously gun-wielding man. He then placed his hands on his chest, one above the other, as the man went tumbling face-first into the wall. As the man recoiled, trying to find some semblance of balance, a series of runic circles began drawing themselves on the Dragoon, one on each of his hands, arms and legs, as well as an originating rune beneath his vest. "'Cause I'm feeling generous, I'm only going to use the Astra Break Arts." Riskbreakers, that was the title given to those who studied any of the countless Break Arts, while Meister was a title reserved for one who has mastered the main schools. The Break Arts were fighting styles and various techniques. There were countless schools of Break Arts, some ranging from hand-to-hand, such as the Astra, to the more dangerous augmentation or even destruct Break Arts. However, there were several main classes of Break Arts, most of which were named in accordance with some being of great power who presumably started that school of technique. Alternatively though, there were two special deviations of Break Arts, the Ars Arcanum and the Grand Arcanum schools. The Ars Arcanum was considered the yin to the Grand's yang. The Grand Arcanum techniques were taught only to those of royal blood who showed sufficient promise and endurance for the training, while the Ars Arcanum was a universally forbidden class. There were, of course, the occasional Break Arts Meisters who would study the Ars Arcanum, but never perform the techniques. The reasoning for this being simply the preservation of knowledge, but of course, that never stopped Indigo from finding a Meister willing to teach him the forbidden Arts. "I appreciate the concern lady Madelyne, but I could use the practice."

As he said this, some lanky man decided he'd take the initiative and start the brawl. He revealed a knife before flicking it out and about a bit, probably intending to look threatening. A butterfly knife, how cute. In a very haphazard fashion, the man charged at Indigo, only to have the blade pushed off to the side with one hand, and a closed fist slamming into his chest. However, just to make sure he wouldn't be getting up for a little while, the Astral opened his fist while pushing forward for an open-palm thrust that pushed the man back and very nearly to his knees. As the man recoiled, two of what were presumably his friends decided to take their go at the Dragoon. One of them took a clear-cut shot at his jaw, which was blocked with a practiced ease, while the other slid behind him and locked his arms behind his back. "Not so tough now, are ya' p***k?" It was at this point that Indigo briefly lamented the development in technology that this world made, leading them to guns and very brief, very uninteresting or visually appealing fights. It made them complacent, like a fight would last no time at all, as opposed to the world's older generations a thousand years ago or so. As his companion went for another blow, this time to his chest, he let the attack connect before he walked up the man and wrapped his legs around his neck. Using that as leverage, he pulled his torso up, along with the man who had locked his arms behind him. As he lifted the man at his back, he forced himself up even more to roll the bar patron over his companion's shoulders, landing flat on his back. With his arms freed and his legs still locked around the other man, he then forced himself to the ground, landing on his hands. Almost as a reverse to the previous move he pulled, he then yanked his attacker over him, throwing him against the wall with his legs. Pushing off the ground, he hopped to his feet only to find a man poised to stab him. While normally he would've been able to handle this with ease, he was a bit rusty, and only managed to partially avoid the knife, which found itself lodged in his arm. Raising a brow in curiosity at the assailant, he couldn't help but chuckle in the midst of the barroom brawl. "Bad call buddy, now I'm armed." Oh christ, did I really just say that? What a horrible pun... While that wasn't his intent, he nonetheless grabbed the knife and removed it from his arm, crimson gently streaming out from the small wound. Ignoring that however, he used his free hand to punch the man in the face moments before slashing his chest with the knife that was previously embedded in his arm.

"So. Three of you left, and five of your buddies couldn't take me. My friends and I will be leaving now, unless someone else wants to try their luck?" To his surprise however, the man wielding the would-be short sword was in awe, his mouth agape as he gently put his "knife" on the floor to signify that no, he wasn't feeling so lucky today. Before taking his leave however, he frisked all of the attackers quickly. "Right then, pleasure to meet you, if you'll excuse us..." Grasping the lady Madelyne's lightly with his injured arm, he lead her out of the building, deciding it more appropriate to use the door this time. Motioning for Theoran to follow, the Astral lead them a few blocks away to some local slums. Before releasing the princess' hand however, he couldn't help but notice just how soft her skin was. Was he ever as virginly innocent as that? Regardless though, now his hands were scarred. It wasn't any visible scars, not something you could feel on the surface, but beneath. Beneath that gentle, playful facade his hands were scarred with time, with sacrifice, with love and hatred, with things so unknowably alien to all but those who had seen the truth of time that it was as though they weren't there to begin with, just some rumor told in hush-tale tones. "Alrighty then...oh, right, 'scuse me a moment." Reaching back to his pouch, he retrieved a roll of gauze, small from its continuous use. Running a hand across the small wound, the blood that was trickling from his arm stopped as he began wrapping the white fabric around the gash a few times. As he finished and put the gauze back in his pouch, he looked around for a moment trying to gain an idea of where exactly in New York they were. Bah, it's been too long since I've been here. Hardly recognize the place, save for pictures and video tours I've seen... "Alright. So, now that you've found me, try not to worry about all this, 'kay? The long and short of it is, we were transported to another realm. We're in a place called New York City, and anything outside of that you don't need to worry about. Basically...relax. Have some fun. Everything'll be fine." As it stood, he was going to be thinking enough for the lot of them, specifically about how this happened, why, and how they could get back without turning the situation into a basic "who done it."

Scratching his chin lightly, Orizanko hoped he wouldn't get inundated with questions, but knew it to be more than likely. In such a situation, who but him or some other realm traveler wouldn't? However, it was at this point that the Astral decided to exercise his ability to just stop thinking about it. Odds are, whatever it was, there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it, fretting about the matter certainly wouldn't help. This was most likely the only time any of them, save for himself, would ever be here, so why not enjoy it? "Well princess Madelyne, I'd be honoured if you would accompany me on that date." While she insisted it be an informal rendezvous instead, there was no way he'd just roll over on the matter, where was the fun in it for him? His mind wandered momentarily to Theoran, poor guy didn't get to indulge himself in the fight back at the bar. Even now, both he and the princess likely thought him insane for trying to take her out on a date at a time like this. While they may not have exactly understood his reasoning at the time, that was exactly why he was doing it now, what better time? At the very least, he could calm the princess and turn any fear or anxiety about all this into wonderment and amazement. Theoran, however, seemed a much more earthly, logic-bound person. Hopefully his words, shy of a serious but short talk on the matter, would be enough to quell any worry about all this. After all, they were loose in New York City with the Astral Walker as their guide. That in and of itself was but an adventure waiting to be unleashed, or at the very least a fine time. .

Kingdom: Patience Status: Heir Location:New York Doing: Riiight.... I'll go along with it. RUN!




xxxI'm blessed yet damned




The men hauled Thantos up by the shoulders, and started to shove him roughly outside. Things had been going so well up until now. He had just been getting the hang of being a royal, getting used to the idea of all the responsibilities that he was supposed to have, and now he was all alone on some strange world getting arrested by some strangely dressed guards.
“’ey! Oim a prince ya know.” He called out, but the guards only laughed.
“Yeah yeah, and I’m the Queen of Sheba. This guy’s a nut job, he actually thinks he’s a prince. Look at what he’s wearing!”
Thantos hung his head. They weren’t going to listen, and they probably had never even heard of the kingdom of Patience, let alone its heir.

Outside people had started to gather, curious to see the man that had tried to rob the jewellery store. There was one of the beasts outside as well, and the two guards started to push the thief towards it.
All of a sudden there was a feral growl loud enough to startle just about everyone on the street nearby, and a man wearing nothing but an old pair of pants came hurtling out of the crowd. He leaped at the man holding Thantos, shoving one shoulder into the guard’s chest. The guard holding the thief fell into the other guard and all three went down as one, Thantos striking his head on the grey path, but the man that the feral shirtless guy ran into probably broke something.

The shirtless man sprang to his feet almost immediately, grabbing Thantos and pulling him from the guard’s grip. “Come!” he snarled, his voice animalistic and as feral as the look in his eyes. Thantos obeyed, too dazed from the knock to his head to protest. Strange as the situation may be, the guy was getting him away from the blue – clad guards, and he was unarmed. Yes, he was a fighter, but Thantos was reasonably sure that he could take one nut job better than two armed guards.
Thantos stumbled as the duo fled the scene, behind him he could hear a crackle unlike anything he had heard before. He caught “...two men...”, “...possibly armed...”, and “...requesting backup...” just enough to set panic running through his body. There were more, and they were coming.

“Run!” Thantos called to the strange man; whoever he was he had tried to rescue him, so the thief probably owed him a favour anyway. “They’re comin'!”
It was surprisingly hard to run without hands. Thantos stumbled along behind the man as best he could; lurching like a drunken man through crowds of people that gave him strange looks at best, and at the worst cursed at him. Nobody tried to stop them, thankfully, but it wasn’t long before the wail that the guard’s beast had made filled the air. There seemed to be a lot more of them this time, way more than two.
Thantos swore, and tried to run faster, but in seconds there were beasts everywhere.
Blue – clad men swarmed out of the cars and around the two men, cutting off any and all escape routes. The pointed metal cylinders at them, telling Thantos once again to “get on the ground!”
Beaten, the thief sunk to his knees. This time he was searched before he was shoved into one of the beasts, all of his knives (Even the boot ones) were gone.
Could this day get any worse?





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{{Oval Orange Cats:}}

Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ

Kingdom: Fortitude

Rank: Prince

Location: From what Darius says, I'm in central park with three people(Dominique, Fandral, and Darius), Looks like we have no choice.

White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead

(())

John didn't care one bit if he offended people he considered 'snobs'. While true, he had to make sure not to cause wars and alliances to fail; he couldn't help but wish he was like those people that got a thrill off angering others. But, that wasn't the game the angel played. If the prince played any game at all, it was the game to stay as far away from trouble as possible. However, trouble seemed to follow him like a shadow. Not even in this new realm can I catch a break.And knowing my luck, after we get out of this, I'll probably just end up in more trouble. Admittedly, the angel had a bit of a pessimistic attitude when it came to his luck.

When the man(Fandral) introduced the woman(Dominique) as the heir of Avarice, his eyes blinked as Darius noticed the confusion on his face. Dude! Why you so confused? His head turned slowly towards his only ally before facing the two others once more. Because I'm engaged to the heir of Avarice. But last time I checked, the heir was not this woman in front of us. The heir was a woman by the name of Dorian, a woman who I have met once or twice since the engagement. John could see Darius had to stop himself from forming a bewildered look on his own face. So wait, people still do arranged marriages where you come from? Because that is the only way I can think of that you have only met your fiancé only a couple of times. A subtle nod showed Darius had hit the mark. This is not good. Not good at all. I had no idea Avarice was going through a civil war. If this is true...then they might think I am an enemy.

Then, Dominique mentioned the need for a history lesson. An eyebrow rose as he tried to remember if he had been taught about Avarice at all. I don't remember a family coming before the Cambion....but, it is highly possible that such records of them have been lost to Fortitude. After all, I don't think Fortitude have ever been close allies...or enemies...with that kingdom.

His eyes blinked as Dominique reacted to Darius's comment in a condescending manner. If his behavior didn't have bearing on what would happen to Darius, he would have shown a glare. Women like that are the reason royals are considered to be rude. John could still remember how Tao told him that John had been the only royal not to be a b***h towards the thief. It almost made John sick to his stomach. While I know Haven would not treat people of lower class like dirt...I can't guarantee the others wouldn't...and by how this heir acts....she definitely would not even acknowledge Tao's presence.

Once the man(Fandral) started making threats to them both, any form of like towards these two vanished. While he did not care specifically if he died, as long as it was in the form of a fight, John did care if others died because of his death. Thus, while he was extremely tempted to test just how good this man was at killing, John knew Darius would die soon after. Also, the fact Haven would not take likely to people killing John off made things more complicated. I do believe Haven would not be so much into getting revenge as to start a war with Avarice...but...my parents just might. If they did, the prince was no fool to think that they would do it to get revenge over his death. They would do it because they did not want Fortitude to be shown up by other kingdoms. We are already looking like the weakest kingdom...If we are shown to not be able to defend against even other kingdoms...We might as well forget any respect we get, if any at all.

The angel looked over to see Darius having to control his anger. It took no empath to realize Darius did not like being bossed around, let alone having his ego taken down a peg. I swear to God! If Leif was here and I had my bloody shotgun...these people would get it! John's head turned towards Darius with a raised eyebrow. A shotgun? Oh right you wouldn't know what that is! But yeah, Lady needs to realize some artists actually do know how to fight...and I bloody wish I could tell her that they aren't stupid enough to come with quills! I mean, who the hell still uses quills these days? Ummm, we do?....Oh right. Forgot you all seem to be from some place still in medieval times. Great!

After hearing Dominique accepting his apology and seeming to go along with the idea of the two tagging along together, John almost felt luck might be turning. Emphasis on might. So, guess we are tagging along? Seems like it. Should I be thinking you being around as good luck? Slightly. The man(Fandral) already said he is not above starting wars...and something tells me this 'Heir' is not above it either.

Once Dominique finished, he nodded and gave a quick glance at Darius before looking to her once more. "I would be honored if you would handle my attire, Lady D'Aquitaine." John knew he had to be careful with his words, bowing his head and torso as best as he could. One misplaced word could offend this particular woman, and the angel wasn't about to take that risk. You trying to play kiss up? No. I am just being extremely polite and careful with my words. Now, I hate to say this...but I advise you only to talk when spoken to, and if spoken to...act extremely polite. You understand?...Unfortunately, yes.

Hoping he had made clear to Darius what he had to do, John stood up and gestured Darius to stand up as well. The grey haired man did quickly, his grey eyes looking down as well as his head. What are you doing? I'm trying to act subservient! Isn't that what they want? Yeahhh. I'm just hoping you don't act that demure often. Oh trust me! If I could look up right now....they would be seeing defiant daggers aiming at their face! It took much of the angel's self-control not to laugh. His silver blue eyes went between the man(Fandral) and Dominique, before looking towards the strange structures Dominique had mentioned earlier. I wonder what they are? However, John felt this was not the appropriate time to ask Darius about such a matter.

So wait, do we really have to do this? The angel closing his eyes and opening them back up again was the equivalent of a yes in John language. Unless we both want to be killed by what I'm assuming is an assassin, we have no choice. But we could just run off and...Darius! Assassins are trained to be able to chase down their targets and take them out with ease! This is no laughing manner. If a coup de ta has really taken place here...this assassin is probably this woman's right hand man. That means even if he failed, he will have others come after us until we are dead. Until we can find a way to slip away from this unharmed...we must push aside our desires and egos, and pray to God we both make it out of this alive.

We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey