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 Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 2:59 pm
 ƙιɳɠԃσɱ: Fortitude
ɾαɳƙ: Servant
ʅσƈαƚισɳ: Kitchen, to the garden
ƚԋσυɠԋƚʂ: Perhaps this girl can save my hide....
ɯҽαɾιɳɠ: Standard servants dressWhen Aoife had finally made it into the kitchen, she'd been bombarded by angry words from someone who she wasn't even sure was the head of the kitchen staff, but he had yelled nonetheless. She had simply dropped her head and nodded, taking up the broom and sweeping the scattered flower from the floor. She worked quickly, as she had been taught, and when she had finished that task, she moved onto the next. Servant's work was easy and mindless, and Aoife had plenty of time to think about anything and everything except what she was doing. She usually split her attention in two, giving a small portion to her job, and the rest to whatever it was she was pondering that day. She never had to worry about bumping into anyone, because most everyone was a little bigger than her and she could instinctively avoid them. It was when she was carrying a basket of rosebuds out into the garden that she bumped into someone for the first time since she had arrived. She jumped and snapped back to reality from her thoughts of her large friend who had gotten her into this castle. She looked at the girl who had bumped her, bowing her head and murmuring, "Excuse me, miss." She paused and looked up at the girl when she realized that she was just a servant too, and just as shy and withdrawn as Aoife herself. Aoife smiled and held the door open for the girl, stepping aside to let her go through first. She took a moment to examine her, taking note of the childish looks. Aoife was sure that the girl was older than she seemed, and she wondered briefly if she had any problems as Aoife had in the Fortitude castle. The girl was pretty enough, and looked pretty innocent. Aoife cleared her throat sheepishly and said in her soft, smooth voice, "Could you direct me to the roses? I was told to plant the buds but..... Well I'm afraid I don't know where I'm going." She really hoped the girl was kind enough to take to where she needed to go, because Aoife was not looking forwards to the clout on the ear she would receive if she was late getting back well ι тooĸ α wαlĸ αroυɴd тнe world тo eαѕe мy тroυвled мιɴd ι leғт мy вody lyιɴɢ ѕoмewнere ιɴ тнe ѕαɴdѕ oғ тιмe вυт ι wαтcнed тнe world ғloαт тo тнe dαrĸ ѕιde oғ тнe (мooɴ) ι ғeel тнere ιѕ [ɴoтнιɴɢ] ι cαɴ do.....  ((OOC: I am so sorry for the super late post.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:23 pm
 Sasha Steel Kingdom: Justice
Role: Bard
Stage: Corrine's Old Quarters - Hallways to Dining Hall
Inspiration: Is this a man or some uncivilised beast in a man's form!? 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 It seemed as though Lorelei was not the only one questing clothes for Sorkar, as another woman had entered, offering a polite bow of the head before Sasha gave his proper introduction. Her timing was impeccable, and upon a more thorough inspection, she held herself with regal authority. She did not come alone, however, and the bard was not surprised, oddly, when he saw that Kirios was in tow. He had tried to ignore the more slanderous tales of the general in the past, but the reality was quickly sinking in. Though it may have been against his own morals, the apparent behaviour did not hurt his respect in the slightest, it merely proved he was human. Perhaps a philander, but human.
After the unnecessary introduction of Kirios, the woman failed to introduce herself to the bard, before continuing on to speak of magic. What did a nearly naked man have to do with magic? Sasha felt he was missing a large part of the story he was now a part of. But more importantly, Corrine also spoke of a dream. Coincidence? Sasha thought not. "Forgive the intrusion, My Lady," Sasha offered to the apparently distressed woman, his tone of voice ever falling on the careful treading of politeness. "But I am curious, what was this dream you speak of?" Honest interest was spread across his features, but before she could answer, Sokar had apparently found something to his liking and had taken it upon himself to de-robe without any warning or attempt to retain any dignity. Sasha's expression remained solid, but he found himself wondering if this man had any notion of civilisation. One simply just did not do that in front of women, let alone royalty. Well... if the past conversation was anything to go by, Kirios might.
When at last Sokar had adorned clothes again, not that it was much better than the shawl... or the lack of shawl, Sasha accepted his rucksack, not sure whether he'd so readily accept the pants back. Perhaps he better just get another pair made for that particular outfit. Sokar's vocabulary may have been lacking, but from the expression, Sasha could tell the gratitude was deeply felt. Lorelei then promised to make something that actually fit before requesting he be their guide to the Dining Hall.
The shock reluctantly left his system as the entourage made their way through the hallways once more, though this time with noticeably better direction, and Sasha turned to Corrine once more, clearing the uncomfortable lump that had made its home in his throat. "So this dream of yours," he pushed again, the need to investigate overruling any possibility of just letting it be. "This might sound as if I am in need of a good bleeding, but it was not of a strange world, with horrible noise and terrible smell was it? Towers reaching into the clouds as if mere mortals were living amongst the Gods?" It was one of the few times he had actually paid attention to his own voice, and if he didn't know better, he would have prescribed a dozen of leeches. Perhaps two.So do yourself a little favour tab tab tab tab Savour every time you waver For that shaking in my voice was only slyly feigned chagrin TONIGHT WE RIDE!
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 9:14 pm
 Kingdom and Title:Veritas; head of staff (butler)
Location and Situation: Arriving smack dab in the middle of chaosIn culture after culture, people believe that the soul lives on after death,
that rituals can change the physical world and divine the truth,
and that illness and misfortune are caused and alleviated by spirits, ghosts, saints ... and gods.
~Steven Pinker
Having been in the middle of transporting himself from one place to another in the castle when Minerva had cast her spell, and then being returned in the same manner, made it so that the butler barely felt any of the odd feelings many of the other guests had experienced. Well, except for the fact that he thought he had begun to transport himself, but he was still here with that annoying Claus. Who was talking and not making any sense.
So what else was new?
Only a bit miffed at the jester’s insult (he didn’t miss being alive so much as he was annoyed at the jester’s teasing), he forced himself to stay calm and not remove his own white glove to slap the fool as if about to duel him. Maybe next time. “That white dust is probably the only remnants of your brain you have left, obviously. Now go keep the guests happy in the dinning hall, it’s dinner time, which usually means gigantic drama. I have to--”
He stopped in mid-sentence, realizing that several of the guest’s souls were missing. He could pinpoint and travel to any single one in the castle and on the grounds, but the sudden (possibly violent) removal of some of them caused him to gasp (the needs died with the body, but the habits often remained). “IS A NICE &#^$*!@ DINNER JUST TOO MUCH TO ASK, MY MASTER?!” he seemed to scream up at Veritas’ omnipresence, but settled quickly afterward.
Clearing his throat and making sure his vest was unwrinkled, he addressed the jester, “Just, just, just stay out of trouble! Everything’s going to hell again, and I need you to be sensitive but pleasant, you got that?!” He tried to disappear as quickly as possible to ignore any ridiculous commentary (and also hope he wasn’t followed), as he transported to the dinning hall, but remained invisible, trying to figure out what the hell was going on now.
Though he had not seen the actions that had just occurred, Dominique had a pleased aura about her, and there was blood on her Vice Marshall’s clothing. He glanced at them and shook his head, making a tsk-ing noise that only persons very close to him could hear. Just because she was of some relation to Master Veritas would not save her from the rules. He had warned persons before, that to bring violence would cause a payback of violence. Though by who’s hand and when, or even what manner it would occur, was completely unpredictable. It was one of the castle’s spells, put in place by the Master before the guests had begun to arrive. It was not his place to enforce it (unless he could save someone from injury in time), and he would feel upset if harm rather than annoyance came to the Heiress Dominique.
The butler knew that it was merely inter-kingdom politics getting settled, but he abhorred that it had happened in his second dining room, as the first (still closed down) had been tainted by the dead body of Asuna Bellerose. Great, now this one was filthied as well. In a castle this size, with these spells, there were certainly other dining rooms that could be used, but time was a deterrent. After cleaning this mess up (something he did begrudge the Heiress and her Vice Marshall, why couldn’t people kill others more cleanly?), he would not have the ability to instantly prepare one of the other rooms and perform his duties tonight. After dinner he could get the other servants to rearrange the furniture, change out the drapes and decorations, and make it seem like it was a different room at least. Tonight he would just have to make do, and perhaps send more than a few trays to the guests’ private rooms if they felt hungry later.
Sighing to himself, he attempted to try to remove the bodies and the bloody mess that remained, looking rather put out in expression. It was his duty to serve the royals, sure, but his primary master was Veritas, and he did not think the god would approve of such a mess. Unless it was of his own making. Concentrating, he wasn’t sure if Veritas would permit his cleanup attempt (as almost all his magic was a gift from the god) as he had Asuna, but he certainly hoped so. It would not improve the heiress of Avarice’s mood if everyone left the dining room, for it might look as if they were all snubbing her. Behind every man now alive stand 30 ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
~Arthur C. Clarke[Art is once more by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 11:32 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant/ Gypsy Location: Hallway.╔═════════════════════════════════════♛═════════════════════════════════════╗Tao moved slowly but somewhat silently. He was starving actually. He had his last meal... who knows when. Probably a bit before he departed to come to this castle. What a mistake that was. He had damn near blew up a large chunk of it, something he was still expecting to be reprimanded for. His body was in complete crap condition because of it. His body was dangerously low on energy and he badly needed to recharge it, too bad battery boy was no where to be seen. Just a few seconds near him would be more than enough.
He let out a croak before speaking, his throat dried. He cleared it and spoke again. "I haven't eaten nor drank, and my body is waging war upon itself. This" he motioned to his bracelet, "Needs to be fed energy, and I have none to feed it. So I'd greatly like a feast of bread or something, and then for someone to let off as much energy as they can." Why was he so tired suddenly? He had a fine reserve, well should have, when he laid down... That single shot shouldn't have drained him so terribly.
When the angel spoke he shook his head. "No need for that, I'll-" he stumbled for a second but caught himself, "manage." He shook it off and continued on. "Hopefully the head butler remembers me, took a slight liking to me after telling off your mother. I do hope he has something that he could offer us."╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝☪ OOC ☪ Never made agreements, just like a gypsy 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
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 12:59 am
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation: Sellsword
Location: Hallways
Thoughts: Food, and lots of it. When John's voice appeared in Theoran's mind again, he noticed that it was somehow quieter, something the warrior was quietly silent for, still not being used to the whole telepathy idea. He honestly doubted he would ever be comfortable with it. Theoran walked along side John as they followed Tao, listening, or whatever you could call it, intently to the explanation behind the door being torn asunder. The underlying message being, don't wake a sleeping Tao, a message he'd make sure not to forget any time soon.
"Wait," Theoran broke in when John mentioned being unconscious. "How do you mean, unconscious?" he asked curiously. He had thought he had just suffered a rare lapse in concentration, but if it was experienced by more than just him... This was a perfect example of why Theoran thought the arts of the weave were better left unlearned and forgotten; it was a dangerous art and he could think of no other explanation for what they had apparently both experienced. Though much like a dream, Theoran's memory of that strange place was already fading.
Somehow Theoran felt the connection, or whatever, being disconnected after John excused himself for an attempt at apologising to Tao, and Theoran merely gave him a slight nod in agreement. He was noticeably more comfortable without someone else's voice in his head, not to mention that it also offered him a chance to try and focus on the fading images, only this time, he put his effort into a specific detail. He remembered a tavern, and... The familiar form of the winged astral Xakstrazi came to mind, fending off men with strange weapons, protecting... Another face, the Lady Madelyne. At last! He was getting somewhere, at least, until John's voice once again appeared in his head, braking his concentration.
He was inquiring about food, and although Tao had suggested a feast of bread, Theoran felt as if he hadn't eaten for an age; yet another thing he couldn't understand, though he did not doubt that it was linked to whatever it was he experienced. "My friend, I don't much care what they have prepared, just as long as they have prepared a lot of it. My stomach feels as though it is the great void itself."OOC: Bad post is bad...
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:15 am
  XXXXXXXI wear this chaos well.
XXXXXXXThough none should save me,
XXXXXXXdesperation keeps me here,
XXXXXXXmy need for innocence,
XXXXXXXthe place where I began
XXXXXXXThe abyss becomes me,
XXXXXXXAre these not words of heresy
XXXXXXXa venom on my lips, a poison?
XXXXXXXEvery cry a wasted moment
XXXXXXXuntil another day is lost.
XXXXXXXEven lands we once called home
XXXXXXXlie undiscovered and unknown.
XXXXXXXOnly heaven's silence for an answer.
XXXXXXXAnd did our laughter, did our tears
XXXXXXXhave some purpose after all?Kingdom of: Humility, First Princess
Location: Dining Hall
Quote: "To be humble to superiors is duty, to equals courtesy, to inferiors nobleness..." “Oh, of course…”, she agreed with Altonair, when he commented on the… Thrilling nature of their new lifestyles—Hazel eyes flickering towards her father…Knowing instinctively that he would likely question their comments when in a private setting. For the time being, especially while in the presence of the Envian royal…King Alec wisely held his tongue. “By a God King’s standards indeed.”
Her eyes lingered on Ryan’s for a moment…A silent communication passing between them. Naedira was…Grateful that he had been able to forgive her—That he had accepted her forgiveness so readily. The Maker could not have blessed her with a more understanding, more caring, elder brother. “Nay, not kind brother… I only speak the truth.”
“Nothing more, nothing less.”
She reached over to her sister and pressed her hand atop her own for a moment…Not for any real reason, other than the fact that she needed to reassure herself that Madelyne was still there. With everything else that suddenly felt like a dream… She wanted to make sure that at least some of what she had experienced that day was real. She smiled comfortingly when her sister mentioned her faith in Veritas matchmaking skills… Naedira wasn’t so sure about faith—But indeed, she had a gut feeling that sooner or later, Madelyne would soon find herself a wife-to-be. “Though…A selfish part of me hopes that our gracious host takes his time. I am in no hurry to lose you so soon, little love.”
Naedira knew it was wrong to want to keep her sister to herself…But it had been so long, that she’d been without. She wanted to know what it was like to be a more complete family…For just a little while longer.
Dinner progressed, and her betrothed formally met her elder brother. Some of the tension within her drained. They greeted one another amicably enough…The hard part of the dinner was over, or so she thought.
Initial impressions were out of the way. If the King of Humility found fault with Altonair… Surely, he would have made it known before the meal came. Naedira was unaware that she was worrying her siblings with her silent behavior—Too preoccupied with the lustful images that flashed at random through her…Like a vexing dream that she just couldn’t let go of. They filled her with fear, shame, embarrassment, and varying degrees of sincere disgust.
Her face paled as her stomach churned…The small bits of food she’d partaken seeming to turn on her in a silent, furious rebellion. She kept her attention on the polished wood grain, trying to find her center…Only to have her attention abruptly stolen by a page boy… Using a herald’s horn? Naedira hadn’t realized that Lucien or Dorian had even entered the dining hall until she looked towards the front of the long room. They’d been a little distant lately, but she’d chalked it up to pressure from their parents about the War. Her expression grew somber as the announcement came; eyes filled with confusion…Disbelief. They were being accused of treason? Convicted?
How could this be—And what did it mean? Surely it couldn’t be… Couldn’t be what the self-proclaimed heiress made it sound like? She drew in a sharp intake of air when the page’s eyes turned red and he crumpled faster than lightening fell from the heavens… More commotion, and the beautiful flaxen haired woman from the sinful side of the hall added to the proclamation—Her family name causing chimes of familiarity to ring in her head.
Where had she heard that before…D’Aquitaine… Normally she might have asked her brother. He attended similar studies that she had… But she couldn’t find her voice, couldn’t find the courage to break the tense quietness that filled the busy hall.
Already stunned to stillness and silence by the death of the page…Everything ceased to matter when a giant bladed pendulum came from nowhere and cleaved her dearest friend in two. It was true that Humility and Avarice were in open war…But that was a fairly recent development. They’d grown up getting to know each other, under the understanding that where their ancestors had failed…Perhaps they could bring peace between their lands. A truce, at the very least. Naedira visibly flinched, as if someone had struck her, when the hooded man leapt towards Lucien, pushing blades through his neck without batting an eye. The shield maiden of the humble lands gazed at the bodies of her friends unblinking…Silent tears welling in her shell shocked eyes. She never registered Altonair standing…Never noticed him leaving the table… Never realized that a terrified Evony was in the room, losing precious innocence.
She never heard the sweet sound of Madelyne’s concerned voice, nor felt the anger of her beloved brother. The white haired male, Indigo, went completely over her head as she watched the pool of blood widen about the mutilated form of Dorian…Redness filling the cracks in the marble, almost like some kind of sacrificial altar. Her breath caught in her throat as her hand came to rest against her chest, before curling into a fist… As if trying to keep her heart from falling to pieces.
King Riley looked at his son, cool eyes resigned… His countenance was grim, but he did not display the emotion, the outrage of his blood. “Stand down, son. This is not our fight.”
It was true that he had long…Suspected that the Black children would be…Targeted...By the new ruling family. But he never thought that the D’Aquitaine would be so bold as to murder them in plain sight. But by Avarician law… It wasn’t murder. It was mere justice. To impersonate an heir, or someone above their station was punishable by death… And clearly, both children had wearing a that mantle since birth. Though it was hardly their fault. They couldn’t have known that the former Queen’s past would one day catch up to them. Dorian and Lucien were merely a…Casualty of war.
More than that…They’d been made an example of.
His attention was suddenly stolen by a pale haired boy speaking to him. Speaking of trinkets and extensively complimentary…King Alec couldn’t say that he was very impressed. Not to mention that he had never heard of the bloodline or House that he spoke of….Not that it was unusual. There were many noble families that preferred to remain obscure. Nevertheless, Alec was a humble man, who just happened to be the fair King of Humility. Not just a pompous King, who was only occasionally a man. He could tell when someone was going out of their way to flatter him with dandified prose and gifts.
The boy could have simply said what was truly on his mind, and he would have regarded it higher than being presented with treasures amidst a sudden funeral. His old heart ached, to see his children distraught.
Still, it was brave of him—And the ever reasonable King nodded his head in acceptance...Though his eyes never left Dominique D’Aquitaine. If she could conjure a weapon like that from nothingness…What else could she, would she do? He had noticed her b*****d assassin staring at his eldest daughter…And he didn’t like it. Damnation... It made sense. He wanted to believe that his bargain with Dominique’s father held true…But if Avarice was going to attack again, to attack Humility next would be expected… So he would be prepared. His hand remained on the pommel of his sword, ready to draw it if need be.
He spoke to Indigo after a brief silence, if a little distracted…But rightly so. “I thank you, and your progenitors for such kind words… And such generous offerings. However, in light of recent events…Understand that you will not be separating my youngest from either myself, or her siblings.”
“Though if concern should strike you deeply enough, you may remain at her side.”, the King finished firmly, leaving little room for argument. It would simply be foolish of him to let Madelyne run off with a man he knew not.
Not after they’d just found her.
Naedira never realized that the assassin that had killed Lucien so coldly was now staring directly at her, intentions unknown… It was the arm of her brother around her shaking form that drew her back to reality, and she found abruptly that she couldn’t draw in air. Her lips parted, but no sound came fourth. Fresh tears spilled from glimmering hazel eyes—Her hand suddenly finding Ryan’s, holding tight. “No.”
It was such a simple word of denial…It could have meant many things. Did she want to leave the hall? Was she all right? She couldn’t get out anything else… No further explanation. Nothing. Simply…No.
Naedira slowly…Ever so slowly seemed to gain her wits back. Everything came to her at once… But she balanced it. Compartmentalizing as she had been taught…Though still, she wept. Not the hysterical tears of a girl, nor the mournful wails of a woman…Simple silent tears of a princess, as was appropriate. This couldn’t be…It was impossible…They couldn’t be dead, just like that…In the blink of an eye…She moved…Slipping with fey grace from Ryan’s half embrace, pushing her chair out noiselessly as she rose—Gaining a disapproving look from her father.
“…Naedira.”
There was warning in that tone…She knew it well. But it went right through her…She didn’t feel it as she normally might have. Didn’t hesitate. Her gaze grew firm as hazel eyes landed on a group of servants, standing to the side of the…the remains…Just as shell shocked as everyone else. It offended her…That the room simply stared, as if the bodies were on display…Clearing her throat once, twice, she got their attention. Her voice was…Loud, in a room full of staring, running, crying individuals. To her credit it did not waver. “You there—Find the undertakers immediately. Do not delay.”
It seemed that Veritas’ castle must have had them, because the servants scurried off as if she’d lit a fire beneath their collective arses. No sooner had they left, than the head of staff Kirkis appeared. Naedira hadn't seem him enter...But suddenly he was there, seeming to get ready to clean up the mess that was left of her friends..Was he also an undertaker?
Blood ruined the bottom of her gold dress as she looked at Dominique D’Aquitaine without fear or thought...Brushing softly by the by Kirkis with a careful, reflexive pardon...Not realizing that she never touched anything at all. Pain was visible in her eyes—Evidence of tears on her cheeks… But she advanced no further than Lucien…She couldn’t put someone back together…But she could heal the gravely wounded, could she not? Kneeling down, as most princesses would not do… But as a Princess of Humility was -expected- to do she placed a hand on Lucien’s rapidly cooling forehead…Elven words escaping her lips as a pale light bloomed from under her palm. She was weak…She’d used more magic that day that she should have…And this was taking all she had left.
Naedira knew what her brother and father knew—Knew, but could not accept. When Lucien remained still, she tried again, ignoring her quivering hand and the awful scent…Sight of death around her. The lower part of her gown seemed as if it were dipped in red dye. Crimson filled her vision, but still she tried.
She could not heal the dead.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 7:11 am
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon, lesser noble Location: Dining Hall, please, please let it be this simple to get off the subjected of the murdered... Given what had just transpired, Indigo found it harder than usual to feign formality. People had been murdered in cold blood, one of them in a truly brutal fashion, no less. Be that as it may though, he forced himself to remain composed—just as soulless royalty he was all too familiar with. However, there was something about King Riley’s tone that betrayed that he wasn’t at all what he was accustomed to, and his words only acted to verify his thought. I’ll be damned, a king like myself? This man commands my respect, and I readily give it. He wasn’t terribly surprised that his gifts hadn’t accomplished their mission, but it was just as well. If this king was as the Astral suspected, the man deserved them all the same, which also lightened Indigo’s spirits to know that his words, while originally nothing more than flattery, held true to the king. ”There is no need for thanks, your majesty. Your character is one deserving of such gifts and more.” So eloquent today, Indigo. The drake thought with an audible snort. Originally I just figured I’d be formal, but this king seems to be a true man, I figure I could extend him what little courtesy I can. As the king mentioned ‘recent events’ though, it was a mystery to the Dragoon which he meant more so; the fact that he’d only recently been reunited with Madelyne or the fact that they’d all witnessed an informal execution, in the place they were meant to dine in, no less. ”Of course, your majesty. I hope you forgive me, I forgot myself in the urgency of the moment.” Before his plan was completely shot, however, the king gave him the green light to stay and at least embed his presence. ”My thanks, your majesty.”
”Ah, where are my manners? It is an honour to meet you, your majesty. I am Indigo Orizanko, and as with the previous gifts, I also offer my services should you require.” Bowing once more as he said this, he threw one hand out and laid the other on the hilt of the Lost God's blade, a somewhat subtle hint that he was a competent fighter. As usual though, it wasn’t long before Alehstrasza decided to throw his two cents in, Getting a tad involved, are we? Alehstrasza’s voice rang out in his head as he returned to a normal stance. You’re tapped into my mind, Alehstrasza. You saw how he acted, and even the fact that he worries now enough to be what is essentially standing at the ready? I figure it’s the least I could do. The dragon was wise though, wise enough to have learned during the better part of a millennium spent as the Astral’s companion. True, but it’s equally true that you figure this would keep you close to Madelyne, I admit myself surprised to find it’s not for sexual reasons though. Bravo, perhaps there is hope for you yet, Indigo. A brief mental chuckle preceded his response; Plus, it’s never too early to start getting in her dad’s good graces, eh? Ever the opportunist, Indigo just so happened to have honest intentions this time. ”Forgive me that I should be so bold, but I would hope you do not mind if I drop the façade of formality. It never much suited me, less so given the circumstances…” Speaking to the king, the Astral gave a quiet nod to signal his humble respect, hoping that he wouldn’t have to put up with this charade any more. While he was perfectly capable and even content to do so, if need be, he would just as soon drop it given the opportunity. Taking an open seat near Madelyne, the image of an old fortune teller flashed in his mind, accompanied by a hollow voice; “Death will greet you at the Dawn Chapel, Light of the Fallen Sun.” As the words rang out in his head, a shiver found its way across the young Astral’s body. He felt the strange presence of déjà vu, knowing full well that he had experienced it before, but that it also hadn’t happened. As he was mentally cursing the impossibility of the paradoxical feeling, the same hollow voice rang out once more; “Hallowed be thy name, Indigo Orizanko.” I sense you are worried, gravely, about something… Ah, there it was; Alehstrasza’s usual knack for interrupting at the worst possible moment. His retort was in a classic Indigo fashion; Only thing I’m worried about is you bothering me more. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a lady likely in need of consoling.
”It’s lovely to see you again, lady Madelyne.” Xakstrazi said, expertly hiding a smirk. He somehow doubted that the princess had expected him to weasel his way in, much less to finagle himself some face-time with her father, or even a conversation with herself. That said, however, he also doubted that she much expected to get front row seats to what was likely the most brutal execution she would ever see. Should the Astral have his way, the only execution she would ever see. ”I imagine you’re still pretty shaken up about what you just saw, but I’ll say this and this alone about it; put it out of your mind. I’m aware what a legendarily difficult task that is, but I’m here to help. It is a tragedy what happened, but the brutality is something you should do without. If you trust me at all, do that for me, please.” While subtlety was either never his strong suit or just something he didn’t care for, he figured it best in this case to be direct. He just hoped beyond all reason that she wasn’t involved much with those who were assassinated on the spot, mostly because he would then have to get seriously involved. ”Perhaps a happier note, yes?” Thinking momentarily, he had to stifle a small chuckle. As he leaned in to whisper, a smile tugged gently at his mouth. ”Concerning that date you owe me; how are you with heights?” Inside, Indigo was practically bellowing with a maniacal laugh. After all, it wasn’t that often that he got to rope Alehstrasza into being a part of his bizarre machinations…OOC: Bah. Crap post. e__e
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 3:18 pm
 You know the games I play,
And the words I say
When I want my own way
You know the lies I tell
When you've gone through Hell,
And I say I can't stay
You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone becomes my enemy
And when there's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I wanna be
I only know that in the end you will see
It's the Opheliac in me... Location : Castles Halls  
A subtle tremor wove its way up the girl’s spine when her brother expressed his sympathies, large eyes dipping for but a moment to peruse the flooring before guardedly returning to Richard’s face, ”Yes, well...” The younger sibling started, her tongue fumbling in search for the right words, ”It was quite unpleasant; not a death befitting one of our bloodline at all…even if Asuna was a simpering fool.” As for her being witness to the display of Asuna’s body, the Banshee held her tongue, quite unwilling to bring forth those particular memories. Indeed, she often found herself hoping rather adamantly that such recollections might go stale with the passage of time, losing their sordid luster.
”Hmph! Don’t mistake my comment for a show of concern, dear Richard.” Her slender arm bent to meet her hip, the girl pushing her weight leftward in a haughty diaplay, ”I simply find it rather peculiar, is all. All the deaths about this place; one would be daft to refer to the castle as a ‘safe haven’ at all! If you ask me, Richard, this wayward God is treating us like lambs in wait for the slaughter. “
”—Enter, a new lamb!” The younger girl added swiftly, dramatically turning on foot and expelling the words venomously at her approaching sister, ”Arrived just in time to see all of the fun.” The icy aria laced within Sara Belleroses’ tone held true to the bad mood which had so suddenly enveloped her, although for the briefest moment her features did soften at the sight of Evelyn, whom she’d not lain eyes upon in some time. Her elder sister seemed as stony as ever, slender curves draped in apparel that her daintier younger sister obviously found rather unbecoming, ”My, my, don’t you look fetching.”
Her hand rose blithely, a bored wave dismissing the next sentence quickly, ”Yes, yes, good to see you Evelyn. It’s been a long time.” Truth be told, the girl was rather happy to see another sibling in this place, but wouldn’t be bothered to admit to the fact earnestly. Evelyn would simply have to read between the lines if she was in want to notice the sentiment. Richard attested to Trey’s wellbeing, and Sara found herself nodding stubbornly in agreement, ”We’re all well—those of us still living, anyway. I’m sure you’ve heard about Alexander and Asuna…both murdered here, by that whore Micah Gavini.” No, the latter murder held little evidence to show that Micah was behind it, but Sara could scarcely think of another person who might be responsible. ”Shall we discuss this subject further over dinner, then? The Solarium seems a proper place to dine tonight—it’s far enough away to burden the servants who would have to serve us, anyway.” Giving them trouble seemed a fine idea presently…save for Kirkis, of course, whose ghostly attributes would make the trek quite easy if he chose to be the one catering to them.
((Oh! Oh! Cuttlefish!: Crappy post, sorry. >< Feel free to move Sara about wherever.))
"The good die young -because they see it's no use living if you've got to be good"
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 6:23 pm
 Evelyn Bellerose Kingdom: Hubris
Occupation: Princess
Location: Hallway
Thoughts: A name I'll not soon forget... Not much had changed in the family, apparently. Richard's humour was still delightfully skewed, and sarcasm still dripped from Sara's mouth, still acting like the spoiled brat she is. It was a strange sensation in her chest as Evelyn realised she had missed this, though naturally, her features only hardened in response. "My dear little sister," she offered to Sara, with all the condescension that she felt was due. "Some of us adults have more important things to worry about, other than uncomfortable attire and ridiculous shoes that would serve better as a torture device." This was not the first time Evelyn had spoken aloud her distaste for modern fashion, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
The distinctively bored greeting from Sara perfectly contrasted the very proper response from Richard, Evelyn telling herself they both meant well. They were never exactly the touchy-feely sort of family, something she was eternally grateful for. Then at last to the pressing issue, and the older sister visibly relaxed, though only slightly, upon hearing that Trey was alive and well. Seemed at least one of her older siblings was competent enough to keep his head attached to his shoulders. Hearing the word "murdered" in the same sentence as Alexander and Asuna, however, offered Evelyn mixed feelings. On one hand, she was enraged at the fact that her siblings had been killed; where as on the other, it was delicious to hear the name of the one responsible. Micah Gavini was a name she would mark well, to be sure.
The suggestion for taking dinner at the Solarium was a pleasant one, since it would mean Evelyn wouldn't have to worry about making herself look presentable for the other "royal" families. Inbred swine the lot of them, they should consider themselves honoured just to have a Bellerose in their presence, let alone several of the family. Not that Evelyn had a lot to do with the other royal families, probably due to her less than lady like retorts when proper respect was not given when she was first introduced to serving the royal court. She may have calmed down since then, but she remains adamant that the envoy had it coming. Besides, Sara's proposed argument was infallible. "The Solarium sounds delightful," Evelyn replied, not paying any attention to the commotion coming from the Dining Hall. "I'll let you lead the way." She extended an arm in a seemingly random direction, as much as an admittance of not knowing where she was going as anyone would ever get from her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 1:22 pm
Amarenth Soren Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: In a random hallway with Princess Mishka, Prince Lukas, Prince Lincoln, and a bodyguard(Jasper), The more the merrier!....Not… Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light Soren could see the knight’s(Jasper’s) stance change once she finished. His sword lowered as she felt she could stand up now. After all, staying in such a position was humiliating to her. It was times like this that the knight wished she was a royal. That way, Soren could make the other royals feel like how she felt in such situations…without too much fear of getting her head chopped off. Admittedly, the knight valued her life enough to keep her tongue held. For if the knight did not, Soren was sure she would have been punished ages ago. Then again, it was example of how her origins worked both against her and for her. The Humility in her allowed her to be able to humble herself when need be. However, the Envy and Wrath worked together to cause her to be a jealous angry person. At least, on the inside. For if there was one useful thing about being trained in Envy’s military, it was that the person learned emotional control….fast…Because of this, Soren felt no need to say anything as the knight(Jasper) chimed in.
If it wasn’t for the emotional control, she might have been tempted to roll her eyes at him. Like that wasn’t obvious. She was sure if the roles had been reversed…she would have been hard pressed to believe it. Even with her ability to sense ghosts and talk to them, Soren couldn’t allow herself to believe every “supernatural” explanation. However, her experience with ghosts had gained her some experience with demons. Only because some ghosts became so tainted that they had basically turned into demons. Otherwise though, she could only guess this was a demon due to its strange new state. For what other creature would decide that turning into a puddle of nasty goo was a great way to look after dying? “It is quite a tale I assure you, Princess Mishka and Sir…” Oh how she hated not knowing names! “Sir knight. But, it is the only truth I can give.” For what other truth can I give in such a situation?
Then, her blue orbs watched as the knight(Jasper) put up his sword. While her guard was still up, she did feel a bit of her muscles relaxing. That meant that only one of them had their sword drawn at her. In her mind, that was better than two. Though, it would much better if none were being aimed at her direction at all. But, Soren knew that was probably too much to ask at the moment. Thus, her body remained in a sort of relaxed position. Arms resting at her sides with her fingers flexed against the green shirt. However, her shoulders remained slightly tense and her expression remained stoic, as if preparing herself for something bad to happen. Though, while the knight’s(Jasper’s) words to Princess Mishka should have relaxed her, it did not. After all, she was quite used to a servant’s words meaning nothing to a royal. But, the knight(Jasper) stopped in the middle of his sentence. And that was when she heard something that caused a slight frown to form on her face.
She could hear footsteps becoming louder and louder now. She almost wished to glare at the people joining their little fiasco. However, that would just mean possibly more people she would have to act sub-servant to today. Just great. But, Soren hoped that maybe the new people would be servants. People that Soren would be allowed to converse with at a normal level. Unfortunately though, as the knight looked up at the new comer, she recognized his face. Lukas Masterson. What is this? A Masterson family reunion? The silent warning in his question did not go unheard by the knight. It was similar to how generals or any higher ranking military would intimidate their lower level subordinates. The only difference was Prince Lukas’s seemed more silent than some people’s warnings. Though, that didn’t make it any less deadly. Thus, while Soren hated keeping her head bowed and keeping her tongue controlled, she knew she would have to…for now.
Though, as the knight(Jasper) spoke to Prince Lukas, she almost felt...grateful to him. He did not have to try and give her a chance. But, it seemed that was exactly what he was doing. Giving her a chance to explain herself in front of the probably angry prince. I shall have to repay him later. But for now, I shall wait until…That was when she noticed another pair of footsteps stopping nearby them. Her gaze turned to see Prince Lincoln. Unfortunately, his presence could either make this better or worse. With him there, Princess Mishka might realize the truth of her words. However, also with him there, she might not. After all, the idea had already been thrown into the air that she had been working with the demon. Thus, Soren had to find a way to disapprove that. But how? Because the only person that could have vouched for her would have been the dead demon. And she had a feeling that demon wouldn’t be helping her even if it was still alive and talking. Thus, the knight could only hope the Masterson’s did take servant’s words into account…or else she was screwed.
However, it seemed Prince Lincoln was feeling a bit merciful today. Thus, the knight prepared to retell her story. This time, without hopefully having to feel the need to crouch down to pacify anyone’s anger. She could do without doing that ever again. Before the knight could explain though, Prince Lincoln seemed to notice the puddle of goo. But, as Prince Lincoln spoke, her eyebrow rose slightly. She hadn’t expected the prince to know of this demon. Though, how he could do so by looking at a puddle of goo was beyond her. Then again, it was probably just experience with demons on Prince Lincoln’s part, similar to her own small experience with them. Thus, she pushed the curiosity to the side as he crouched down beside the goo. His mutter had barely been heard by her, only catching bits of pieces of the sentence he had constructed. To contrast with the other? I wonder what he is talking about?
Admittedly, Soren had not been here for the deaths of the two Bellerose’s. She had heard rumors of how the original heir of Hubris and one of the Hubris princesses’ had been killed. Beyond that however, the knight did not know much. Though, she didn’t care to know much about it either. For right now, Soren’s mind still wondered how the people of the castle would take to learning that Rosalie had committed suicide. More importantly, how Evony would take it. For she, unlike Altonair and Nathanial, was not there when Rosalie had taken the plunge to the garden below. She wondered if anyone had told Evony yet. For while she knew it would upset the princess, it would be foolish to let her go on believing her sister was alive. When I have the chance, I’ll need to break it to her. For now though, I have clearing up my name to do. But, it seemed the attention had gone off from her and the demon, to Princess Mishka and Prince Lukas. However, Soren had a feeling she would not be able to walk off just like that.
Unfortunately though, the knight wasn’t sure what was she supposed to say. Did she still need to give an explanation of what had happened, or should she just silent? Then again, ignoring a royal’s request was probably worse than just walking off. Thus, Soren took a deep breath as her eyes darted between the four. “Prince Lincoln, if I may, I would like to answer your question about what had happened. That way, you and Prince Lukas shall know why your sister, Princess Mishka, is in a foul mood.” With this, Soren allowed herself to step back only slightly. That way, she would be able to look at all of them at once. While her explanation would be slightly redundant on Princess Mishka’s and the knight’s(Jasper’s) end, she knew she would have to retell it all over again for Prince Lukas and Prince Lincoln.
“Admittedly, I had no idea it was not you, Prince Lincoln, that had decided to help me out in my moment of…misdirection.” Her pride would not allow her to admit she had been lost. “Thus, when your sister, Princess Mishka, came upon us that was who she saw besides me. However…” Her finger pointed down to the pile of goo. “Something must have killed the demon. What killed it, I’m not sure, but both I and Princess Mishka watched as the demon collapsed, and then, it turned into a puddle of goo.” Soren looked at the group once more, before allowing her eyes to settle on Prince Lincoln. “And in understandable rage, Princess Mishka pulled out her sword and asked for an explanation for this madness. Before I could explain, this knight here…” Her finger pointed towards the knight(Jasper). “Showed up and went into a protective stance after asking for an explanation himself.”
“After that, I went into an explanation of what I believed to have happened here. Once that was finished, the knight tried to explain to Princess Mishka that he thought I was just an innocent bystander, and that was when you two showed up.” Now it was up to the royals as to whether or not to believe her story. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 6:54 pm
Location: Outside, mother's room, random hallway
Pain: in her...knees  It was the first time in eight years she had seen her mother. She was as beautiful as Lilith had remembered her to be. Long blond hair, much like her own, with radiant green eyes that conjured a formidable spell with a glance. She was a little taller than Lilith, and smaller in build. She still carried herself delicately and with mindful precision.
Her mother only glanced when Lilith called out to her, so she scurried forwards calling out once more. Her mother ignored her at this second call by not even taking the time to look in her general direction. It wasn’t until Lilith reached her and once again called her mother, that the tall beauty whipped around and grabbed her by the arm roughly, dragging her from the busy area.
“How dare you insinuate that I am your mother! My child has been dead for many years, and would never insult a still-grieving lady by inventing such a farce. Now either you leave my presence for good, or I shall call my guards to be done with you.” Her words did not betray her sweet voice so much as her face, especially her eyes, did. Lilith was taken aback, no longer used to the chastising ways of her mother, and her temper got the better of her. “But Mum”, her voice pitching to a level she hadn’t used since she was but only a babe, “I AM you daughter. I’m Lilith.” Crossing her arms and huffing exaggeratedly loud, she kept her glower on par with her mother’s. It broke when the older woman tilted her head, eyes changing into a curious stare, and began by asking her to repeat the name. Following the answer, she began asking more questions, such as family and friend’s names and locations.
After Lilith answered what she could, her memory was rather lax these days, her mother began to smile, while a sadness caressed her eyes. Before she voiced any thoughts, she looked around the yard and told Lilith to meet her inside, and to not wander away from the entry doors. Lilith was puzzled of course but followed her mother’s orders. Heading back inside Lilith was soon distracted on her entrance by the simple fact that the statue she previously crashed into was no longer there. Blinking a few times, she backed away from the spot until finally turning to look towards the rest of the room. The two stairways were intricately designed and grabbed her attention instantly. She walked over towards them for a closer look, tracing her fingers along the lines, awed by their detail. She startled when a voice rang out behind her.
“I told you to wait near the doors”. Her mother looked stern but not angry that Lilith had not listened to her exact instructions. She began to climb the stairs so Lilith hurriedly followed, trying to explain to her about how there had been a statue there earlier and that it was gone now, so she had worried it would pop up and possibly attack her again. Her mother cut her off before she could completely explain however, by pulling her into a room that a servant along the way showed her to. After the door had shut her mother hugged her and began telling her how much she missed her and other such endearments. Lilith was intoxicated from all the love she was being showered in. It didn’t take long for things to get more serious sadly.
As Lilith began to finally relax from all the dreadfulness, she began to wonder why her mother was here, and where her father was. Perhaps she rode him all the way here? Or maybe he’s human again! The thought had her squirming in her overalls. “Mum”, she began excitedly, “where’s Dad”? She started to swirl around expecting her father to jump out from wherever he was probably hiding, just to surprise her. After almost losing her ground she stopped, bracing herself just in case he came up on her from behind. A small squeal of anticipation escaped her lips just before her mother scolded her for acting foolish.
Sitting on a small seat in front of a mirror, her mother began primping herself, “Your father isn’t here child” was all she would say until Lilith drove her into saying more. Standing, she moved closer to Lilith, drew in air slowly only to let out a heavy sigh. “Your father’s been dead for many years. Two years after you had disappeared I sold him to the neighbors. He only lasted for another year after that.”
Lilith’s face exhibited a look of sheer horror for the second time this evening. “You...you...SOLD HIM?!” Before she could begin her rampaging her mother her begged her to listen. It took a few minutes of pacing before Lilith could even hear her mother, at which point she stopped and asked her to start over, an annoyance gleaming across her mother’s face.
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It hadn’t taken long for Lilith’s mother to relay what had happened to her family in the past eight years, but that was because her mother told her that she wouldn’t tell her everything just then, but that in due time she would find out. She however did learn she had an aunt, or cousin (or a combination of both) that she hadn’t been aware of, as well as other family that her mother hadn’t been forthright about either. Not that she really cared about not really knowing, just the idea of not being alone anymore absolutely thrilled her. Her mother did say something about needing to be a royal to remain truly protected here...and blah blah this or that...or something or other. What did catch her ear was the fact her mother told her she had to get changed in to something different. She’d even told her (unawares of Lilith’s earlier headache) that she looked like a pig farmer, causing Lilith to get up and start to run for the door. Not just because she mentioned pigs, but because her tone said...Dress! She had almost reached the door when her mom tackled her to the ground, calling her personal servants in to rid Lilith of her beloved armor.
She had been forcibly dressed in the most wretched outfit she could imagine (even though on someone else it would be rather pretty), but held her ground when it came to them trying to take her boots from her, as well as her other stuff. She kicked at everyone that came close to her feet, and became excessively mean after a servant managed to get one. Her mother finally gave in but warned her not to show them to anyone, because they were nowhere near being lady-like. She also advised her to tell everyone (whom she happened to run into) that she was a princess from Justice, that hopefully no one would know better, and it was just until things got settled with her family. Lilith nodded her head as though she had actually understood what her mom was telling her, not aware that she had missed a few important things. Barely able to grab her bag and weapon, her mother tossed her out of the room, encouraging her to mingle, make friends and play nice. Lilith just nodded and smiled towards her mother as the door slammed in her face.
Not knowing where she should go, and what she should do exactly to make friends (or even how to), she decided it was worth a shot to walk around looking for anyone that might want or need a friend as well. Taking her first step on her newest expedition she felt not only her spirits lift from all the news her mother had conveyed, but the hem of her skirt under her boot, pulling the dress down and her with it. Working her way up again she checked the wretched dress to see if she had torn it, but all looked well, so continued on her way only to fall again a few steps later. By now her hair, that was just stylized, was in ruins. Patting it down and letting it fall in her usual way, she began to think back to the conversation she just had, and vaguely remembered her mother saying that the dress would be just a tiny bit too long for her (since it was cut for the taller woman). Lilith had tried her best to keep going but now felt that the bones underneath were bruising along with the skin, so she hiked up her skirt (just below the knees) and started off once more.
She had heard voices here and there as she walked, and tried making her way to them, only to end up farther away from the sounds. Defeat loomed over her as she sat down on a a chair that littered the hallway. Relaxing, she poked at her bruises, finding a weird pleasure in the ache. She scanned the area she had just come from, then up to the side she needed to travel still, when three figures (Belleroses) became apparent to her. Not sure if they had been there the whole time, or had just recently appeared, she stood abruptly and began to pat her dress down in expectancy of possibly greeting them. Smiling her best smile (which really wasn’t a smile, more like a crazed grin) she waited a few seconds, watching as they conversed, then chickened out. Throwing her skirt up she turned towards the chair and vaulted over it. Landing on her battered knees a hiss streamed from her lips as she pushed up against the back of the small seat, curling her body and dress into one very large pouf ball. She would just stay here until they passed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 7:40 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧɑϵɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Fortitude Rank: Prince Location: Hallway then Kitchen with Theoran and Tao, Oh god…. White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((Hope this post was alright. If there are any issues, just let me know.)) He heard the question on Theoran’s part. Admittedly, the angel wondered why Theoran was curious about such a detail. However, he would not be so rude as to leave a question unanswered. “It’s…a bit hard to explain….” Then, John realized something as he started answering Theoran’s question. How was he post to explain to Theoran that he had been seeing things he shouldn’t? That he had felt that he shouldn’t be there? That, for a brief moment, John had felt like he was…someone else entirely? Just thinking about that made the angel feel like he was nuts! Yet…there had to be a reason Theoran wanted to know the answer. Could it be that maybe…just maybe…he wasn’t alone in his feeling? John had to find out. “I guess you could say I was…asleep while standing…But, the strangest part was that my mind…has been conjuring up strange images ever since…” The prince of Fortitude left out the part about feeling like he wasn’t himself, or the fact he saw his dead friend. That definitely would have sounded crazy.
After that though, John had severed the connection and started talking to Tao. A small frown formed on his face as he was reminded once more of Tao’s current condition. He wished the whole dining hall incident had happened after Tao had gotten something to eat. That way, the thief wouldn’t be in such a weak state. However, the past could not be changed. But at least now, John could ensure that both Tao and Theoran got food. One good thing about being a royal was the fact food was plenty. Though, that only reminded John of how much he hated how servants were treated. After all, they were the same as the royals. Just a different rank. Just interacting with Tao and Theoran reminded him of this. However, his mind did not linger on the debate of how servants should be treated for long. For Tao started to point out that his bracelet needed energy. Not much I can do about that…Unless…That was when an idea formed in his head.
“Well, once we get the feast of bread, how about I see if Martin is in the dining hall? If the royals of Avarice are in there, then I’m sure he will be in there too.” After all, he remembered Tao establishing a connection between Martin and Dorian. This did depend on if Dorian was in the dining hall, and if Dorian didn’t have Martin doing other things. However, even if that was the case, it shouldn’t be hard to ask around for the servant. After all, he didn’t think there would be many with same ability as the Avarican servant. “That way, we can make sure that bracelet doesn’t start…doing things that would be quite unwelcomed…” A part of him did worry that in Tao’s state. After all, the bracelet might be at a point to where it would cause Tao to self-destruct. Though, John couldn’t quite remember what Tao said would happen if he lacked energy. Would he still explode like he would if he had too much energy? It was something he wanted to ask…once the thief was in better shape.
Thus, John offered to help Tao get to the kitchen so they could get him better. But, Tao started acting like he didn’t need any help. While normally the angel would be inclined to agree, the fact Tao stumbled a bit didn’t ease his troubled mind. At the mentioning of the head butler though, John couldn’t help but lick his lips. That steak was quite delicious! For a moment, the angel wondered if Kirkis would fix that again if he asked politely. However, he didn’t want to stress out the poor fellow. He was sure Kirkis had enough on his plate dealing with everyone here! Thus, that wish would be kept to himself. “I still have to thank Kirkis for that lovely steak. Though, I am not surprised anyone that stands up to my mother is in good graces with him.” After all, he could still remember how loud she had been! Sometimes, John really did think she was part banshee or something…
However, the angel heard Theoran, allowing himself to not linger on his mother. He chuckled slightly, even though it sounded a bit off through the mental connection. “Well I am sure with how many people are here…They shall have enough to fill the great voids of more than just yourself.” The angel grinned as he stayed close to Tao to make sure the guy didn’t fall over on them. “Though I just hope they will not be too busy. That way, we can get our food quickly and eat anywhere we so choose.” He was not planning on eating with any of the royals….not when his banshee of a mother was around. Also, since Dorian had not said anything about dining together, John did not think he would have to eat with the King and Queen of Avarice. Well, if they had even arrived. But neither the less, the angel knew his simple attire would not go over so well anyway…especially with his mother. “Now let’s just hope these halls shall be merciful and not cause us to get lost…”
Luckily, it seemed that the hallways were merciful. At least, as far as John could tell. Thus, the three soon found themselves in the kitchen. The angel was about to say something to Tao and Theoran, but he noticed something off. The servants in the room weren’t acting like they normally did. Some looked frightened. Others looked angry, while some looked upset. It was one of these upset servants that caught the Prince of Fortitude’s attention. It was a boy that was probably at least eleven or twelve. John could not be sure of age. However, the angel could tell something was clearly wrong. Not just with the boy, but everyone in the kitchen. “Do you notice this?” His silver blues looked back towards Tao and Theoran. “Something must have happened…What I don’t know…But, I feel we need to get the bottom of this…” I just hope this is not another Asuna Bellrose incident. A slight shiver went up his spine just recalling the memory.
He could still remember how him and Altonair had been talking. Then, all of a sudden, a body had dropped unto the dining room table. The prince could still remember feeling the urge to cover Altonair’s eyes. Admittedly, John still wasn’t quite sure what had brought that urge on. It was quite possible he just didn’t want anyone to see such a sight that didn’t have to. After all, the way she had looked was not a sight anyone should have seen. Luckily, by what John knew of, there had been no more deaths to speak of in the castle. Unfortunately, with the way everyone in the kitchen seemed to be acting…the angel had a horrible feeling that peaceful time had come to an end. No need to jump to conclusions…No need to jump to conclusions….However, what else but death would emotionally move these people so greatly? Then again, knowing the God of the Castle…John had a feeling he had a way to make everyone feel such intense emotions without even trying.
“Hey…” He opened the channel to the younger boy, still staying connected to Tao and Theoran. However, the more connections he made at once, the more strain it put on his mind. For now though, it hadn’t exceeded too great of a number. But, John would have to be careful. Unfortunately though, there wasn’t much he could do to keep the boy from jumping, the angel knowing he had surely frightened him. “I am sorry to have made you jump…But, would you be willing to tell us what has gotten everyone so upset?” Silver blues looked towards the boy as he crouched down in front of him. “I promise we won’t hurt you or anything.” John didn’t know if that would ease the boy or not. Though, it did seem to allow the boy to collect himself. At least, from what the angel could tell.
“There were people in the dining hall that were…that were…” The angel placed his hand lightly against the boy’s shoulder, as if trying to coax him.
“That were what?” His telepathic voice remained calm and warm in an attempt to ease the boy’s troubled nerves.
“Killed.” Immediately, the angel found his eyebrows furrowing as worry swept through his veins. His head looked over his shoulder at Tao and Theoran. God don’t let it be someone I know…He knew the thought was selfish. But, John wasn’t sure he would be able to handle losing anyone in his family. Not when he finally had them all in one place, or at least most of them.
“Do you know who was killed?” He knew the question was selfish too. But, John just had to know!
“I…I heard from the older servants that it was…the Heiress…well….former heiress of Avarice and her brother….” John’s eyes widened. Wait, that means…Dorian and her brother were killed? “And there was that servant too….The one that tried to defend the two. I think his name was…Martin?” Whoa…that was not good. If what the boy said was true…Tao just lost his energy bank!
“Thank you for answering…Now go somewhere away from this…” He stood up, putting on the best smile he could. “Because young boys like you don’t need to see such things…” The boy seemed to listen as he walked off, the angel turning to face Theoran and Tao. His silver blues shimmered with different emotions, but the most obvious ones were shock…and utter disgust. “If what he said is true…and Martin, Dorian, and Lucian are dead……Then I think…I have just lost my will to eat…” The silver blues looked towards the door in the kitchen. One that may or may not lead to the dining hall. And while a part of him was curious to see this for himself…another part…was just fine and dandy staying right where he was. For John definitely didn’t need any more scaring memories. That was for sure. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 8:38 am
 Pic by vishstudio; click for larger shot
Location/Situation and Form: Corrine’s old room, getting clothed; leading the way to the dining hallAll things truly wicked start from an innocence.
~Ernest Hemingway
Sokar seemed a bit startled as the door opened when Corrine entered, followed by a large man. Again, he was perturbed that he didn’t hear them being so close, but it seemed as if no one else had either. Pathetic human bodies, pretty much useless, weren’t they?
He did not understand that Sasha’s pants were really too small for him, so he did not ask Kirios if he could try his. In his mind, they fit on him, so they were fine. He picked up the shawl he’d had on before, and walked over to Lorelei to hand it to her. “Thank you, for borrow. For also gift.” He was certain she could understand his accent and words, so it was easier to tell her closer to what he meant, including his gratitude for her promising to make him other clothing (though he still didn’t see the point).
The former wolf agreed to lead them all to the dining hall, but he just hoped he would not fail them. He was not immune to the way the hallways shifted, but it happened less often to him than the other guests, and he had always used his nose to pick routes when a difficult choice had to be made. Walking past Lorelei (ignoring the renewed strange feeling he had towards her at the sound of her voice), he looked down the hallway and turned right.
Sokar walked with a sway in his movements, comparable to a wolfish lope. He didn’t get too far ahead of the trailing group, but scouted out areas, only taking one bad turn he had to guide them back from, but eventually they approached the dining hall. He wrinkled his nose (as best it could) at the high stench of fear. It wasn’t so much that it was very potent, or that his senses were returning, but rather it was a scent he was used to, one he could easily recognize. He did not smell the blood from where they were, as it was too fresh for his human nose to notice, and to far as well. Looking to all of them, for he considered them packmates as much as his group in the catacombs, since they had all tried to assist him in his troubles, he warned them, “Like bear den. Cramped, dangerous. Goodbye.”
He had understood Corrine had gone to Veritas, and there had been no message. All he could do was wait until the Alpha fixed him. But he would not remain idle, he had duties that needed attending, despite his severe handicap. Well, the thumbs were useful, but other than that, very limited. He turned and began to walk away from them, planning to head to a side door somewhere and get outside. There were still trees that needed to be mulched, flower beds that required replanting (he was not aware of the ones below Rosalie’s window in particular), and other such tasks before he slept that night.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
~Plutarch (46 AD - 120 AD)
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 8:46 am
Kingdom: Wrath
Rank: Prince
Location: tropical greenhouse
Mood: grumpyI don't believe in fate or destiny.
I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia, and abandonment.
However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn't matter -
it's only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you.
--Henry RollinsStefan heard Alex’ voice and turned sharply, hands down at his battle axes, ready to pull them out in a second if he needed them. Seeing only a young woman, who was completely ignoring him, he dropped his guard some. By the tan of her skin, her billowy clothing, and the salty scent of her (made obvious because of the humidity in the room), he assumed she was perhaps a merchant daughter, sent here for safekeeping much like the royals of the proper kingdoms. Not wanting to stay to speak to her (or anyone other than his family, really), he sidestepped carefully and quietly, planning to leave the room before she noticed him.
He didn’t care for the fact that he’d been completely unawares of her entrance and approach, so the only way he could feel better was if he pulled the same trick on her. Just as he was about to pass behind the ship-rat of a girl, Stefan did not realize until it was too late that she was standing up, and the top of her head connected with his chin and jaw. He made a soft grunt at the impact, but forced himself not to rub the area as she realized she had bumped into him. //What am I, invisible to you all?!//
Angry he was being treated as if he was barely there (and twice in less than a half hour it seemed), he glared at her, not looking the least bit forgiving. “Usually I’m the first thing a person sees in a room, you must be half blind. Or drunk even. Look at you, dressed like a bawdy wench.” He had traveled on a few ships in his lifetime, taken by his eldest brother, and to him the loose clothing that was necessitated by port and ship peoples looked all the same to him.
Her gentle smile, which was meant kindly, looked like she was laughing at him in his eyes, which did not help his mood. “You better watch yourself girl, I will not forgive you a second time.” He wasn’t so much angry at this young lady as he was at the fact that he’d been treated thus twice now, and by women of delicate features whom he wouldn’t feel right taking a swing at. Being from Wrath, he understood that women could be just as good fighters as men, but neither of these two had that look about them. It wouldn’t have been right to hurt them just because he was angry, especially considering EVERYONE made him angry. He had to chose his battles carefully, or risk being considered mad and thrown into the dungeon despite his royal lineage.
The large man took a second to glare at her a little longer, then started walking past her, strangely careful not to brush her with his body (an instinctive move to prevent from knocking her over as if she was a doll). He felt cheated out of this hiding spot, since she had found it as well, but also reminded he needed to find his room soon, so that he could freshen up before joining his mother and other family for dinner. Which, more than likely, he had all ready made himself late for. We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion
for the moment that we're not alone.
--Orson Welles
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 11:27 am
James Greene Kingdom: Fortitude
Rank: Prince
Location: Hallway James was standing by one of the large windows that overlooked the lush green grounds, his hands clasped behind his back. He knew that he was not in any sort of danger by being here; someone would have attacked him by now. Or at least, so he thought. Not a soul had approached him with malice since he had arrived… and what man would let an enemy into his castle and wander blindly about? No, this seemed to be a safe place to be… a haven.
The deep and somehow magical voice speaking his name made him jump slightly. He did not see or hear the other man coming. Turning to face him, he froze in place as he recognized who it was. It was Reginald Greene, the King of Fortitude… his father. Of all places to meet his father for the first time, this was a strange area to be. It reminded young James once again his rank within the kingdom… that the man standing before him was king, ruler, and father. He had never really gotten used to the idea of being a Prince… and now it seemed like he would have to embrace it.
The man addressed him further by stating that he was proud of him… which made a certain feeling rise in James’s chest. This was high praise coming from a king… his king. His real father. Sampson had praised him when he had done well, sure, but this was coming from the real thing. A man he had never met before… but held in the highest regard.
The god’s realm? Was that where he was? He wasn’t dead, was he? He knew that his father was an angel… so would he have the opportunity to travel freely over the barrier of life and death? But, this did not seem like the other realm that one would go to upon death… James did not even remember how he died… if he did, that is. So no, he was not dead… but in a safe place where the gods reside, perhaps.
There was a moment of silence as James tried to find the right words to say. What does one say to their father who apparently sent them away at birth? Summoning up the courage, he spoke.
“Father,” his voice was calm, yet hardly disguising the frayed nerves that lay below his exterior. “It is… good to see you, at last.” He searched the older man’s eyes, to see if there was any hint of malice or bad intent, but all he could see was the glowing pride that a father gave to his son. There were so many things he could say… so many questions he had. Sampson had told him why he was sent away, but he wanted to hear the explanation from his own father. Instead, James decided to switch the topic.
“You mentioned that we are in the god’s realm. Is that where we are?” James asked. “What exactly is this place? I was on my way to the Fortitude castle when a blinding light captured me and I appeared here.” The time for family conversations could come later; at the moment, James was focused on the present.
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