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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 8:25 pm
Kingdom: Patience Status: Heir Location: Castle - Maelona's room Doing: Well, at least one of us looks good.
xxxI'm blessed yet damned Thantos’ knock was answered promptly by none other than his adopted sister’s mellow tones, drifting through the door and startling the thief. This castle... it had a mind of its own. Perhaps he should just set off with a destination in mind, and let his feet take him where the castle willed?
"Just a moment please."
Suddenly, he felt nervous. What would she think of him? He had been a peasant and a thief the last time she had seen him, and now he was not only her big brother, but the heir to the kingdom. A kingdom that didn’t even know he existed, he supposed. How was he going to rule when his parents probably didn’t even know he was alive?
The princess opened the door then, interrupting his thoughts. She looked beautiful, just like a princess should her dark blue gown matched her pale skin and dark hair, and it certainly all matched.
He had a lot to learn, if he were to be a prince. How was a person supposed to greet his sister?
If he were amongst the Snakes, (Gods rest their wicked souls,) he would just lean against the door frame and make light banter. But they were from different worlds, and she was a princess.
Maelona seemed surprised to see him.
"Oh." Maelona said, surprise flooding her features. "Eoghan, er, Thantos." She said uncomfortably. "I am sorry. I am not sure… which you prefer."
“Ehh, oi ‘aven’t really decided yet’” He said, looking down. “Inside, oi’m still Thantos, ya know? E’s all oi’ve ever bin’. But oim supposed ta be Eoghan now, so I suppose tha’s what ye’ should call me.”
The princess folded her hands daintily, protocol taking over her speech. This was awkward.
"I am also sorry that I did not seek you out myself once I found out who you are” .She trailed off into silence, seemingly at a loss for words. He could only imagine what it would be like for the princess, suddenly having siblings after years of being practically an only child. She seemed to settle on something. "I trust you are doing well?"
Thantos laughed. “Oi suppose Oi am, but bein’ in this place certainly ain’t helpin’.” He said, quirking a crooked smile. “Oi don’ think it’s any safer in ‘ere as it is out there. But oi’m but a simple... man. What do oi know of royalty?” He had almost choked there. He wanted to call himself a thief, but that wasn’t what he was any longer.
He thought to himself. This was perhaps the most he had ever spoken since the gang died. Even with Dafydd.
“Ehh, anyways. Oi was gonna ask ‘ye if ‘ye would wanna come down ta dinner? Wiv me?” He winced. That wasn’t very prince – like. He took a deep breath, and gave it another go. “Oi mean...would... ya give me tha pleasure of yer company fer dinner thisevenin’?” That was better, but the accent was terrible. He really had to fix that. Perhaps princes could get lessons?
“It’s a little late, but oi reckon the kitchens’d make exceptions fer us.” Was it late? It felt like it. He certainly felt tired. Perhaps it was that monster battle he had conscientiously avoided. Or perhaps it was those strange memories that occasionally brushed against his consciousness. They certainly were disturbing. Laying in the circle of a man’s arms, strong and muscular. He felt safe...
And just like that, it was all gone.
He smiled. “Whaddaya say?”
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:38 pm
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ - ζ ɐ ȵ ϛ ΐ ȵ ɠ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: Bed chambers. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona had put a pleasant smile upon her face as she looked to her older ‘brother’. It was an odd thought. After all the years she had spent with her mother and father, watching them grave for their lost children. It had never gotten easier for them, and Maelona would listen to baby stories told by her mother. The Queen had always called them Maelona’s siblings, brothers and sister, even though she had very little hope that Maelona would ever meet them. But here they were. Maelona needed to get word to her parents somehow, and it wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed her mind after hearing the news.
A soft nod accompanied Eoghan words as Maelona listened. His dialect was odd, something she found that she had to focus on. There was of course nothing wrong with it that she could see, but of course she just was not used to it. "I understand." She said simply with another nod. "It must be rather difficult growing up with one name and now being expected to answer to another." She paused slightly, searching for the right words. "If it is truly what you wish me to call you, I shall, but only if it is comfortable for you."
Maelona smiled again as he laughed. "Yes, I do have to agree with you. I sometimes think that it would have been easier to stay in the borders of Patience." Of course it wasn’t the first time she had thought that ether. The old god seemed to enjoy watching his guest suffer. It even made her wonder why he had opened up his home to them. They had lost a few within the catacombs, no one that Maelona knew well, but it was enough to make her wonder.
Eoghan’s words took Maelona aback for a moment. Of course he knew nothing about royalty. Oh how difficult this must be for him, but what did one say to something like that? What could one say? "All of that can be learned." She said gently, adding another soft smile. "No one can expect you to find your heritage and be ready to accept it in such a short amount of time."
Maelona blinked a few times as she asked her to attend dinner with him, twice it seemed, as he tried to sound more regal with the invitation. She nodded. "I would be delighted." Another warm smile came as she curtsied to him, showing him the same respect she would show anyone else. "It would be nice to spend time with you, and I am sure they will have something left for those of us who are late." Dinner was the reason she had come to change in the first place. If it were not for the wine she had spilled on her other dress, she would have already gone to the dining hall. Though it was unknown to her at the time, but she would thank her lucky stars later that she had missed the dinner.
Maelona stepped out into the hall, closing her bedroom door behind her. She looked back to Eoghan, wondering what they would talk about. She of course had no idea at the moment, but she did want to get to know him better, and of course there was no time like the present. "Are you adjusting well to the thought of being a heir?" •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 10:17 pm
The God Veritas 
It seems that a handful of people from all fourteen kingdoms have banded together in their efforts to divest the entire monarchy. Your eldest brother was slain... and I feared that you'd be rooted out as a prince, so you were ordered here for safekeeping until we catch the assassins.”
It was regrettable, and left a foul taste in his mouth that his offspring would be dining with the likes of the Mastersons as though the foul beasts were civilized. Just the thought was enough to leave a sour feeling in the pit of his gut, but it couldn't be helped presently. Each had sought the help from the Circle of Gods, the guardians of each sin and virtue... and Veritas' plane was the offer they'd given.
Their sense of humor waned from what was expected. Obviously.
“You're second in line, and there's no secret that I would rest easier were you the first.” Reginald exhaled, making it plain what he thought of Haven's ability to rule. “You at least, I would hope wouldn't fall prey to the wiles of a wench from Lust.” He nearly spat at that, but took a deep breath into his lungs before returning to a prideful gleam.
“I've longed to see you for some time child, but to have done so when your true birthright was to remain a secret would have put you in peril.” Motioning with one arm, the king of Fortitude bade his son to accompany him through the halls. “I would not steer you to believe I know where I'm going.” He remarked wryly. “However I expect we'll find our way together, as you looked just as confounded as I. Come, your mother would want to see you.” It'd be a joyous reunion to be sure, when they'd gone so long without him, and with too few updates on his well being.
“It will brighten her spirits, which is a much needed cause after Haven's outlandish display earlier this day.” The blue eyed man didn't go further into detail – the tone of his voice would indicate well how he too felt about the circumstances... His eldest surviving son, a mage... his heir... was so eager to be wed to the siren whore.
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They found Elizabeth in the exact condition that Reginald had described – in quite the foul mood, as though a storm cloud hung over her head, lightning ready to strike upon any who furthered her anger. But it lifted instantly as she looked upon James, recognizing him almost immediately. She sobered for just a moment, eyes crossing at her husband. “This better not be a trick.” She said flatly, before taking a long moment to scrutinize James so as to decide for herself, and ended, with pulling him into an embrace that was altogether not queenly, but deeply motherly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:36 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧɑϵɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Fortitude Rank: Prince Location: Kitchen with Tao then Hallway with Tao, Man I feel bad about this. White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((Lies, you can just move John to John’s room or wherever you want him and Tao to end up.)) It made sense that Tao didn’t want to stick around. Admittedly, while John was a spy, he didn’t want to stay nearby a room full of dead bodies either. It was like how most people didn’t usually want to stay in a graveyard for too long. There was just something about being around people that couldn’t breathe anymore. Couldn’t talk anymore. Couldn’t feel anymore that was insanely unnerving. The most unnerving part, though, was seeing how dead they looked. The emptiness of their eyes, the rigidness of their muscles, the sick paleness that covered their skin. It was like staring at solid ghosts, if ghosts looked like that of course. However, as the angel continued to listen to Tao, he realized he had jumped to conclusions as to why Tao did not want to linger in the kitchen. He hadn’t even thought about that possibility, mainly because of the incident that had occurred sometime before their arrival into this room.
The angel almost found himself laughing at the image. He was sure his mother had done that before at the Caste. What would stop her here? But, he almost hoped she wasn’t in the dining hall. Because if she was, she would have seen those people being killed. While their relationship wasn’t the best, John didn’t want to wish ill-will on his mother. In this case, he didn’t wish for her to go through the traumatic experience of watching people die in front of her. However, that wasn’t what kept him from laughing. What did was what Tao said about royals interrupting his meal. Was he being serious? The idea of Tao killing people for interrupting his meal sounded both strange and so out there that it was almost funny. For while he didn’t think Tao would take kindly to such, would he really kill someone just because they kept him from eating? That would be a bit drastic if he wasn’t lying.
However, it didn’t help that John noticed Tao smiling slyly at him. Sly smiles were never a good sign. That, plus what Tao said next, caused John to almost believe the thief. Then again, the angel found it hard to believe something as outrageous as killing someone over such a thing. But, if Tao was telling the truth, maybe when one was a thief that was a common custom, or would that just be a Tao thing? Who knows? “Alright. I’ll make sure not to interrupt you during your eating time, Mister Bear.” He couldn’t help but joke about Tao being like a bear. After all, he was sure bears didn’t like being interrupted during meal time. They probably also didn’t like to be woken up during hibernation. And by the fact Tao had pretty much attacked him upon being woken up…the bear comparison was looking a lot more creditable by the minute. “Or your hibernation either, because I already learned what happens when someone does that.” And John definitely didn’t want a repeat episode of that.
As he gripped a red apple, noticing it had no bruises or deformities on it, the angel looked back over at Tao. He nodded at his request, knowing that would probably be wise. “Alright. Well, let me gather what I have and then I’ll see if I can find something with herbs on it, or some herbless meat. Maybe even both if I can.” Then, the angel noticed a bag lying around. He walked over noticing it was empty of anything, including things that he was sure neither he nor Tao would want anywhere near their food. While the angel felt bad for just taking it, the servants that still lingered there looked a little too shaken up. As if he could cause them to jump out of their skin just by accidently brushing against them, or saying a simple greeting towards them. Thus, John decided it would be better to act as if they weren’t there at all. Though, they looking so scared did make him annoyed at whoever had killed those people
Did they not realize how such a thing would shake up people like this? It was not everyday someone died on them, but it was a rarity to find someone die in front of them in a brutal way. At least, when a person was not a solider or a victim of a raid. There were other exceptions too. But, most people couldn’t say they saw someone killed right in front of their eyes. Though, who knows with all the wars going on in the Kingdoms? It was quite possible what John though was rare amongst nobility and regular folk was not rare. However, for the sake of their sanity, he only hoped the people of war ever found such a thing anything more than rare. For if such brutal things were common…the angel was sure there would be more scared people than the world ever needed to exist…
However, getting angry at the culprits would do nothing now. The victims had already lost their lives, and the scaring had already occurred. The only thing that could be done now was punish the ones that took those people’s lives. That is…if they could be brought to justice. It was just another unfair thing when it came to royalty. They could get away with a lot of things others could not, as long as their reasons were…”good”. Then again, the culprits would have been servants, and he knew they would be brought to punishment almost immediately. Just another sign of how different people treated one another based on social status. But, no matter what John believed, thought, or did, even he didn’t have the power to instantly change the world. That could only be done by someone powerful, such as Gods like Veritas. And with how messed up Veritas has been…John was quite glad they hadn’t decided to change the world.
But, the angel had to get himself out of his thoughts, or else he wouldn’t be able to get Tao anything to eat! Thus, he placed the apples in the bag one by one, making sure not to bump them against other as much as possible. While he was no food expert, he at least knew that bread would get squished if things were on top of it. Thus, the angel placed the bread on top of the apples. Now to find something with herbs on it. Silver blues darted around the kitchen. He knew herbs were used for cooking. They usually added flavor to the food, or helped add some additional health benefit to the food. Though, how was he supposed to know which foods around here had herbs used on them and which ones didn’t? The angel felt he was just going to have to wing it. He just hoped this approach wouldn’t screw them over in the end. But, when one had only one strategy to pick from, they had to suffer the consequences. No way around it what so ever.
“Hey Tao…hope you aren’t against any meat I might find.” He didn’t think Tao would be, but people did have some issue with certain meats. In this case, the possible steak John sae nearby. “Such as steak?” He walked over towards the streak, noticing it hadn’t even been cooked yet. It was either because the servants had been too shocked to actually cook it, or no one decided to order steak. Either way, John had to figure out exactly what to do with it. ”Though, unless you like your steak raw…I’ll need to do something to it…” He knew how to cook different animals since anyone in the military sometimes found themselves away from towns for days. They had to survive off something. But, John was no chief, so he only knew how to make meat less raw or how to preserve it. Thus, if Tao was expecting this steak to taste divine…He might want Kirkis to cook it instead. “But, maybe I can do that back in the room.” John thought he might have a fireplace in there. He wouldn’t be sure until they got back there though.
Thus, John made sure none of the servants were coming towards him before getting some of the pieces of steak for himself and Tao. Even though the servants probably wouldn’t stop him due to his status, that did not mean he taking chances. Once he grabbed them, he made sure the slabs of steak were in the bag, but not crushing the bread. Then, John noticed a pouch nearby. The angel picked it up and smelled the slight aroma of an herb. John could only recognize that it was an herb that could be digested without killing the person. Other than that, he was clueless as to its exact name. But, a herd was an herb.
“Alright. I think I got everything unless you can think of anything else.” Once he attached the herb pouch to his belt, he picked up the bag of food. “Though, lets just hope the hallways continue to be merciful. I would hate for us to get lost within the castle while you are in such a state.” The angel gripped the bag tightly as he started to move out of the kitchen, keeping his pace slow so Tao wouldn’t have to overexert himself to keep up.
Once they left there, John moved down the hallway, his mind finding itself lingering on the incident. For this incident just seemed to be one more reason why this place wasn’t truly safe. But, as long as they are bound to this place, none of them had a choice but to deal with it. The angel could only hope though that this place wouldn’t be having any more blood split unto its’ stone covered walls. Because with more death came more fear, and with more fear came more people basing their decisions on the need to survive. And if everyone started to think like that? Well, that definitely would not be a good thing…now would it? We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:04 pm
 A lady with a violin,
Playing to the seas
Hearken to the sound of calling
I tied myself to the wheel
The winds talk to my sails, not me
Come to me....Come to me... Somewhere _____________________________________________________ there my fate revealed...
I hear but how will I see? Kingdom Lust Rank: Youngest Princess Location: Corrine's old quarters, outside of the dining hall The intrusion had been wholly unwelcome, hitting her like a jousting knife when her sister's voice trickled into her mind, asking her to grant an audience. The siren's lungs pushed out an exasperated breath, her amber eyes searched the ceiling while she debated on responding. It'd not been long enough for the sting of Micah's decision to kill Alexander to lift – the mere thought of her sister sent a storm of emotions to course through her: anger for all the betrayal that she'd been subjected to, and the lies that had correlated; dejection, for she felt responsible for the former Hubris heir's death; fear, for the contemplation of if he'd been left alive; and on top of that, spite and the festering urge to abandon family ties. Fiddling with a fiery hued curl over her shoulder, her mind connected back. The siren's natural sound softened the edges of her voice, though Micah would likely know that Lorelei was less than gleeful. ~What news would you bring me that the tumultuous sprays of the sea would not eventually bring to reach my ears?~ She inquired, obviously disinterested by the fact that she'd used a more formal phrase from their kingdom.
But the desperation in Micah's question was hard to ignore, even if the young princess despised her so, and she sighed once more in defeat. ~I would not have any of your games in efforts to bring our hearts closer, sister. Such a bridge was burned with all that you have done to wrong your kin. If you are sincere in your desire to speak with me in person, I'm with a few just outside of Corrine Masterson's old chambers.~ Not that she particularly wanted to see her sister... for Lorelei, the eldest Gavini had failed in every light – from slaying the first man who had ever even given her a second glance in front of her, to allowing a stranger to comfort her while she went to lick her own wounds and what she had attempted to do to make Lorelei feel better had failed miserably; though which effort was worse – the lies about men inquiring about the young princess (which she'd never heard until after Alex's death) to attempting to justify it seconds after – was to be determined. Either could only ever be seen as selfish in the young woman's eyes.
She knew well that her older sister would not particularly like the response, but Lorelei felt the need to be lucid about the fact that she'd not been dimwitted enough to forget the elder's betrayal.
Sasha lifted her from her thoughts, almost startling her in requiring an answer. “Oh it was naught a thing to stress over. I'd venture to guess that we passed a dream spell of sorts when we were meandering through the halls, if anything.” That was far more likely than any of it being real. Women wearing breeches? Flashing lights... She shivered at the memory of allowing Kirios a closer look, and his warm fingertips tucking some paper in her threadbare garbs.
Scarlet tinted her face, rushing up to her hairline as that memory left a lasting impression. It was definitely not something for suitable any conversation that a lady would partake in, and she'd be the last to offer it up to a mere stranger. What would he have thought of her, were she to confide in the fact that she could almost remember the feeling of Kirios' hungry eyes on her, only for it to evaporate when she reached for the sensation to place it?
It was then that Sokar changed, and the conversation abruptly stopped. For that, Lorelei was minutely thankful, even if heat flooded her face with how bold the wolf had been. No matter that she'd already seen it before, such a sight wasn't meant for a maiden's eyes, lest it be her wedding night. And that brought on a whole new trepidation of fear – eventually, she'd have a wedding night... The seed of an idea brought her a subtle reminder that she still was in need to speak with Haven, the heir of Fortitude, her future husband, and her latest victim. Guilt trekked through her next, and the princess did her best to swallow it.
Sokar seemed disjointed when he handed her back her shawl, and the princess curtsied daintily as she took back the light garb. “It would be my pleasure, after all the kindness you've extended to me.” From helping her about the castle her first day, to showing her his favorite haunts in his garden, to the flowers and fruits he was always so willing to give. She would practically leap at the chance to extend him the same benignity.
At her behest to have him lead her and whatever part of their present company would follow, Lorelei painted a gracious smile onto her lips, resin-imbued orbs alight with her gratitude. “Thank you.” She followed without an outward word, but she decided to alert her precious sister of the switch in locations, no doubt only doing so to avoid a lecture later. That would only further fuel her ire. ~There's been a change of plans, Micah, the company I've been keeping this past hour treks to the dining hall. That should be far easier for you to seek me out for a rendezvous~
But Sasha returned to the matter, pressing for Lorelei to relay her own experience while they made their way. Mutely, she nodded, finding his description exactly as she would have worded it, had she tried. “Though I wouldn't dare boast about the experience, lest the courts here find us daft.” The gods only knew how much her future in-laws would want to pounce upon that chance, to lock her away. “I hardly think anyone other than you would be so receptive to the idea.” And she had too much at stake to make ripples in society. Heat crept to flush her face, and what was bare of her chest when she heard Kirios murmur that he was curious about Lorelei's experience. While Sasha might not have a clue as to just why it discomfited the princess, the brazen knight might have shared the same dream.
And that was wholly improper.
It was enough that she nearly covered herself with the shawl, but she remained looking forward, not daring to catch a look from Kirios to prove her suspicions correct. “It shan't have been more than a dream... these halls...” She whispered, bidding herself to remain cool to the subject, despite the rouge hue swirling in her features. No doubt she'd entertain Kirios at another time, where he might drill her of the subject all over. But the sensations had faded, and would continue to do so. Hopefully.
They'd gone pretty far, and she was beginning to recognize different aspects of the castle when she picked up the conversation with Ryan, whose voice came in the barest of whispers. ~I would prefer to just forget it milady. I don't even want to think about the loss. There have been more deaths. I'll explain who later. Trust me you don't want to see the state of the dining hall. Poor Mr Kirkis having to clean this up. Poor Nae. I am sorry I have to deal with something. Just stay save until our meeting. With a witch on the loose there could be more trouble coming.~
More deaths. Her eyes widened just a fraction as she took in a shocked breath. It was then that Sokar refused to go any further, only reiterating what the heir to Humility had said. She stopped abruptly, tilting her head as her finely arced brows furrowed in her bemusement. “Dangerous?” Lorelei asked, puzzled, though her heart leapt apace, mind instantly drawing back to Nathaniel, which caused ice to catapult through her veins. Surely he hadn't done anything more... But the wolf said little else, steering to a different course for himself... obviously of no mind to go inside to find out just what was afoot.
Though with both Sokar and Ryan's advice to take, Lorelei would have considered herself a fool to not take it, when both expressed distaste for the hall. “Something's wrong in there, but that's the second time I've been advised not to venture futher.” She murmured, harmonious notes fluttering into the air. ~We're just outside of the dining hall now, mi'lord.~ She whispered to Ryan, though her efforts to squelch the beckoning in the aria were mostly unsuccessful.
Dante's voice was the last that trafficked through her conscience, and Lorelei was far more receptive to this part of her kin. ~Oh Dante, I apologize for my neglect... everything has been so chaotic... Where are you?~ She should have answered him earlier... but she'd been so caught up in all the havoc... ~Micah has something of grave importance to report... I'm outside the dining hall if you would like to join.~ Though now that she had thought about it, did it have anything to do with the deaths aforementioned by Ryan? And if so, who had perished... so messily that Ryan had sympathized with Kirkis?
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary: Ryan's part written by Cliff.]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:50 pm
Location - Dining Hall
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Heir of Humility |I am the son and heir.
Of nothing in particular.|
Ryan was still in shock as his father told him it wasn't their fight. Why? Why should he not be allowed to save his friend. What good was having power if you couldn't protect those you cared for? How could he be expected to not do something. Still he heeded his father's warning and remained seated still very angry towards those responsible. The blond Heiress more than the Assassin considering she had given the order. He was, but a tool to be used as the Heiress seen fit. Such a thing was clear. His embrace of his sister provided some much needed warmth and comfort and as she replied to his question with a no Ryan closed his eyes. "It will be alright. I hope." Letting her get up from his embrace he heard his father's warning to Naedira, but paid it no mind nor did he pay attention to their visitor who seemed to hold some interest in Madelyne. Watching his sister approach Lucien's body Ryan sighed. "Nae..." Lorelei's reply flooded into his mind and Ryan bit his lip.
Quietly he answered Lorelei. 'I would prefer to just forget it milady. I don't even want to think about the loss. There have been more deaths. I'll explain who later. Trust me you don't want to see the state of the dining hall. Poor Mr Kirkis having to clean this up. Poor Nae. I am sorry I have to deal with something. Just stay save until our meeting. With a witch on the loose there could be more trouble coming.' Clearly he was in slight denial of what had happened. As was Naedira as she attempted to heal Lucien. Ryan rose to his feet and settled on the other side of his body from Naedira watching her slightly. "He's gone. Please stop Nae. No more." His sister's state pulled at his heartstrings in a way that only she could and he wanted to protect her. The blood he was kneeling in was ignored. As she continued Ryan tried more forcefully. "Naedira no more he is gone you can't keep this up." Still she continued and finally Ryan grabbed a hold of Lucien's body and pulled it towards him and away from Naedira the sudden movement causing a little blood to spray on him staining his shirt in the process and getting some on his face.
The blood on his face almost stinging him as he brought a shaking hand up to look at the red stained on his hands. Gaze looking up towards the new Heiress of Avarice he stared daggers at her eyes sharper than any sword he had encounter yet. Then after a few moments of silence he stood up feeling slightly quesy. "Father I can't be here anymore." Tone faint he turned around and without another word let his feet carry him towards the exit as Lorelei's sweet melody flooded into his head again. Exiting through the doorway slowly it didn't take much to find Lorelei and her companions. Looking at them he was sure he looked worse for wear considering the red staining his clothes and face. Eyes oddly blank and his face carrying a grim look as he stared at Lorelei barely containing the desire to close the distance and allow himself to indulge his desire to feel the warm Lorelei might offer in her arms Ryan look down blankly. "Lucien is dead. Dorian as well. Avarice has experienced a change in leadership. The new Heiress killed them."
His voice deadpan Ryan stared to the side sure that he was losing his mind. Still blank eyes found Lorelei's again wanting nothing more than to abandon what was right in the moment. He needed comfort. Needed something to keep him sane. Embracing Lorelei and holding her close in her arms would surely serve that purpose well enough however he knew it wouldn't be proper. Even in private it wouldn't have been proper for him to do such a thing with a betrothed woman. Not to mention Ryan had hopes to keep Lorelei from finding out how strong his feelings towards her. It was just his weakness shining through and he buried it deeper despite the danger it held for his mind. He also wanted to avoid ruining Lorelei's clothes with the filth on his clothes. He felt weak just barely staying upright. After staring deeply into Lorelei's eyes with his blank gaze for so long his gaze dropped to the floor. "So much blood everywhere...on me...I need to...I need to leave here...maybe the library or my room." Towards the end his voice was, but a whisper more to himself than others.
(OOC: A bad post, but it's done I guess. If I missed anything or anything needs changed send me a pm.)
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 6:20 pm
 Sasha Steel Kingdom: Justice
Role: Bard
Stage: Hallways -> Out side the Dining Hall
Inspiration: Once again reaching into the depths of whatever explanation can be afforded such an experience... and belittling poets. 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 Judging by her response to his words, Sasha could only assume that Lorelei had indeed experienced a similar, if not the same... experience. It was a bad sign when even the great Sasha Steele struggled to avoid using the same word twice in one sentence. Admittedly, the word dream would have definitely sufficed for the purposes of the conversation, but the bard refused to label the experience as such, lest he grow weary and accept it as such. Nay, he was far too stubborn to even give himself that chance. The warning that followed Lorelei's comment, however, gave Sasha cause to smile. "My lady, though I understand why one such as yourself, and perhaps even the General here, would feel concerned by that aspect," he began, his tone thick with all due respect. "The word "daft" could almost be considered a compliment in my profession. Indeed, compared to some of the other bards I have shared my time with, such a description sounds perfectly sane. Especially when compared to some poets," he added in quickly, ever one to pounce upon the chance to ridicule such a ridiculous society.
However, Sasha did not miss the interest Kirios showed in the topic, though before he could question the general about his own experiences, the party came to a halt. Though as barbaric as the attempt was, Sasha managed to translate, in his own mind of course, just what Sokar had meant by his brief description. Apparently Lorelei had managed to discern the strange man's meaning as well, but her question seemed to fall on deaf ears, as Sokar disappeared down a hallway without offering any sort of elaboration. Of course, watching the man leave the entourage only confirmed Sasha's reluctance of ever accepting those pants back, and in the event he had no choice in the matter, they would definitely be burned. How the man managed to find them comfortable was beyond him. "Such a strange person..." he muttered quietly.
The Lustian Princess once again broke the ensuing silence by offering yet another warning, though this time directed towards entering the Dining Hall. Naturally, Sasha felt the need to waylay her fears and just barge on in with all due courage and bravado, had it not been for the undertones in her voice. "Then what would be your suggestion, My Lady?" Sasha asked graciously, tactfully, and not just because of the warnings. Once again he had detected that... allure weaved between her words. Finally he had determined the nature of what it was that he had been picking up on! But what was the cause, the purpose behind it? Already this castle was offering him more opportunities for investigation than he could keep in a prioritised order. Not that that was saying much, he had never been difficult to distract. "Perhaps it would be wisest to heed said warnings and venture elsewhere for sustenance?" He glanced quickly to Kirios and Corrine before returning his attention to the Princess. "There is little point at risking discomfort if it can be avoided."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 Dec 08, 2011 11:58 am
- Richard Bellerose - |577|
Location - The Solarium
Kingdom - Hubris
Rank - Prince
Richard nodded absently as Sara mentioned such a death not befitting of a person from their great and noble bloodline. Something Richard agreed with completely. Even concerning the bit about Asuna being a fool. As far as Richard was concerned their deaths were not all that tragic aside from the Bellerose bloodline shrinking because of it. Alexander being who he was and Asuna being who she was nothing of real value was lost. "Yes she should have died a more noble death. Both her and Alexander. Dieing the way they did makes the rest of us look weak and frail." Obviously the moment of brotherly love had passed and he was back to himself. A grin was given in response as his sister told him to not mistake her comment for concern. Yes there was the Sara he knew and found amusing. "I wouldn't dream of it dear sister. Were you to actually feel concern towards them Sar-sar I would be worried." He did agree that the god treated them like mere playthings whose very existence was to entertain them. Even if that meant the occasional plaything had to break and die.
Sara was as amusing as ever as she greeted their older sister. It didn't take long for Sara to comment on Evelyn's clothing and Richard took that moment to actually look at his older sister's attire. It certainly could have been more Bellerose worthy however he wouldn't make the mistake of pointing that out to Evelyn. She was an adult who could wear what she wanted as far as he was concerned. She made up for her attire with her attitude. Evelyn quickly responded to Sara and Richard grinned at his little sister. "Well she told you didn't she?" Sara mentioned the mall being well at Evelyn's question concerning Trey and then broke the news of their siblings deaths to the older woman. Ending by saying the name of the killer. Something Richard had already learned from Trey which had caused Richard to go into the planning stages of her murder. He would make sure the Bellerose name was the last thing she heard before passing. "Worry not about the Gavini I will see that she is taken care of in time."
Sara's suggestion for where they should take their dinner and the reasoning behind it eliciting a smirk from Richard. "Sounds lovely." Evelyn agreed and told them to lead the way causing Richard to hold out his arms for his sisters to take. It was the proper thing to do. Seeing a servant however Richard held up a finger to show them he would be right back. "Servant girl the Bellerose's shall be dining in the Solarium tonight so make haste in doing your job and serving us. Don't keep us waiting too long." She certainly wouldn't be happy if she did. Returning to his sisters Richard held his arms out again before setting off for the Solarium keeping polite conversation on the way. Once they arrived Richard took a small look around for a few moments turning his attention to Sara and Evelyn. "After you sisters." Hopefully it wouldn't be long before the servant girl made her way here. Wait what had happened to the servant his sister had brought. What was her name? Etta? Emma? Elka? Ella? Richard couldn't be bothered to remember however he did wonder why she wasn't doing her job. That would be a conversation for another time though.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 6:51 pm
Kingdom: Wrath
Rank: Prince
Location: tropical greenhouse
Mood: a spike of anger, then smoldering crankiness I 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 just could not understand this young lady, try as he might (not that he was really trying that hard, to be perfectly honest). What in all the seven hells was a “recreational duel”? A duel for fun? Ridiculous! No wonder his mother had always said that those of Fortitude just didn’t have their head screwed on right. Though not all duels were to the death, he had been taught they were serious matters, not to be taken lightly when challenged, and to only give leniency when the opponent was at his complete mercy. With a good mark or two, to further the winning point, as well.
Though the Princess had excused her laughter, Stefan was too used to it always being directed at him that he could not believe her. Regardless of what he did, he was sure she would mock him, it was only what they all did, right? “It’s Stefan, not Stephen,” he corrected her pronunciation, his left eyebrow twitching slightly. He didn’t expect her to remember. Hell, maybe she would and would just pretend she didn’t, continuing to mispronounce his name just to get at him. Remembering his brother’s advice on such matters as formality, especially with women, Stefan was about to agree to her request. Maybe she’d leave him alone after he helped her find her rooms, and stop being so insufferable. Yet there, with her insult, he almost lost his temper once more.
“Another insult. Why then would you suggest we accompany each other if you truly believe my sense of direction is that inaccurate?” His patience was wearing thin, with the way she acted as if she was not at fault for this mess, doing that stupid giggle that women did, excusing herself, asking for his help, and then giving him nothing but abuse! And she still smelled like salted fish, ugh. At the least, with his limited experience of the ocean, that was what came to mind as her skin, moistened slightly by the humid air, then was brushed by the dry breeze as she exited the indoor garden. Her smile burned at him despite how it was meant, and it took a minute until he felt calm enough to follow after her without saying anything else. No, he needed to grow up, he knew that. Lincoln wouldn’t have reacted as he, surely! He had to follow his big brother’s example, and be a polite escort for this maiden who dressed like a wench, no matter what she said. What if she ran into other with questionable morals who took her outfit for an invitation? Despite her being from Fortitude, Stefan knew he had to be a gentleman because she was not a warrior like the women of Wrath could be.
Then, THEN she mentioned the garden, indicating she knew his secret! Taking it completely the wrong way, Stefan paused as he quietly seethed, hating her so much more now. So she thought she could blackmail him, did she? Ask him stupid little favors or mistreat him as she would in public, just because she had some very damaging information about him. For a second, he imagined himself pulling out one of his battle axes, and decapitating her. But he quickly shook the thought away, it was much too morbid and serious for just this. He wished he could ask Lincoln what to do, but that would mean he would have to admit he did go into the tropical garden because he wanted to, and that he found it very pleasant (before his peace had been interrupted by a head butt). No, he would have to handle this himself, one way or another.
Giving her a strange sort of look, much like a savage and half-mad dog that wasn’t sure if he wanted to play with or eat what was before him, Stefan straightened up and walked towards the woman, then extended his hand to take her things, if she let him truly be her male escort. He wanted to correct her on how she called him ‘mister’, instead of giving him respect as a prince, but his head was starting to hurt with what the way she turned every apology into yet another insult. It just didn’t feel worth it at the moment. “Perhaps one day I will take you up on that offer,” he answered her, deciding that if it came to that, and she proved enough of a fighter to be a worthy opponent (for if she wasn’t, there would be no honor in challenging a real duel with her), he’d slash that little smile right off her face.
He walked past her standing form then (taking her bag or not if she’d handed it to him), but with a slow start so she could keep his pace. He was sure she would have to hurry to keep pace with him, at least a little, as he took such long steps by habit. Trying to recognize the path he’d taken here (which didn’t work at all), he took a few turns that did repeat a hallway, but eventually found a staircase. At least he could go up, and maybe there they’d find servants who could better point them out to their rooms. But it counted as a triumph, getting them this far at least.
Looking down a hallway at the top of the stairs that forked in two different directions, he gave pause. “Left or right then? I got us this far.” The rest was unsaid, but the unspoken ‘what can you do’ was at least hinted at, though he turned to give her a bit of a blank face, waiting for her suggestion.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: Sat Dec 10, 2011 12:30 am
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xxxxxx xxxxxx xxx ccccc xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx✠ OOC: Why are you reading this, I have nothing special to say about this post.
 xxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxx xxxxxxxxxxx✠ ══════════════════════════════════════════ ✠ The massive feeling of failure had brought itself from his throat and down to his stomach, the uneasy sensation making him quake. Why must have Evony witnessed this heinous act, at such a young age? Already, Altonair could see the innocence leave her form just as quickly as her color did. What purity that was once in her eyes now seemed to be dulled and stricken with a negative hue the prince was almost shocked at seeing. Her silence to his words were not doing much to bring him comfort either, and he nearly began to have a breakdown on the spot.
Thankfully, the elven princess did utter her brother's name, to which he perked up a bit to. Her voice did wonders to bring some sense of comfort after such a scene the two had witnessed, though Altonair did note the underlying tones caught in her syllables. A wide range of emotions must have been floating through her mind. What would a one as young and pure as Evony think of in such a situation?
Altonair did not flinch at her touch, nor did he react much to it besides his panicked breathing finally slowing down a bit. Her questions of the fallen Prince Lucien had finally made him look at something else besides her, taking in the fallen form of their former companion in the Catacombs. He let out a shaky exhale. "I believe any condolences for the fallen Lucien and Dorian will be greatly appreciated." The dark prince's voice was deceptively calm, as it was his intent to soothe his sister's frayed mind. Any comfort he could offer her would not be missed.
His eyes wandered back to the Avarician Dominique and her guard assassin. Such horrendous murder committed just moments before...but the prince could not bring himself to harbor any ill will towards the two. Not now. How could he? The only one killed today by their work that the prince was somewhat acquainted with was Lucien, but Altonair would not find within him a sliver of lost sleep or restless nights pondering on his death. For Evony's sake, he would respect his death, but nothing more. His murderers, despite being very unsubtle about their intents, were still Avarician royalty, and who was he to judge allies of Envy by their justice?
Upon returning his gaze back to Lucien's form did the prince register Naedira's shaken form as she made some sort of attempt to revive the fallen purported Avarician criminal. Despite him already accepted these deaths, Altonair could not help but feel sorrow and grief for Princess Naedira. She had expressed her friendship with the two to Altonair before, when she and the prince were getting to know each other. How painful it must be, to form friendly bonds between her supposed enemies, and watch them die before your very eyes. Any retaliation from her towards Dominique would likely carry consequences dire to the war. It's so....unfair. the prince's uncensored thoughts of blatant sympathy for his betrothed did some good in helping to calm him down a bit more, and he was starting to feel like his usual self again.
His sister's absentminded stroking of his cheek was suddenly registered, and he turned back to her. So much grief present in the dining hall, both by his betrothed and his sister. How could he possibly remedy both? An idea suddenly struck him. "Evony...won't you join me in meeting the Humilitan Royal Family?" he asked her, his nervous smile readily apparent on his worried features. It was an odd request to ask her in such a state, but he needed to do something to get her out of this mess. This way, she can be near him for comfort and so he can keep an eye on her. "You see, I'm afraid I have forgotten how to be a proper prince in this confusion. I'll need your help to uphold the Envy name and impress my betrothed's family."
He gently placed a hand on her wrist, gently tugged at it. "Come now, Envian royalty is expect to be strong royalty. We can help each other be strong at the moment, in this difficult time." he said quietly to her, his reassuring tone surfacing from his sea of worry. If Evony needed her elder brother, he would find it impossible to not do what he can.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 2:01 am
  
Ladies and Gentlemen.... Claus Revelle
Royal Jester of Veritas Where am I?: Hallways to....Hallways ~*~ Who am I entertaining?: Kirkis, then Elliot and Livia
....Boys and Girls  Claus stood still as he pondered what Kirkis said, trying to think of a good response to the irritated ghost. "My brain as white dust? Well, that's better than having blood coming out of your goddamn eyes! How's that for a retort!" the jester responded to Kirkis vocalized annoyance with the inhuman glee that he always seemed to exude. Though before he could add a laugh, Kirkis began to yell into the air as he cursed their master.
Poor Kirkis, all the pressures of being a dead butler must have finally caught up to him. He might be getting as senile as Lord Veritas! the jester innocently thought, crossing his arms across his chest and tapping his foot on the ground to a beat in his head. "Now Kirkis, you and I both know that only I can get away with yelling at my invisible companions. Please don't steal my thing!"
The butler bid Claus a quick farewell before leaving to the dining hall, obviously wishing to rid himself of the nuisance as soon as possible. The jester did not take it well. "Kirkis, wait! Return to me! I need companionship! Someone needs to be the butt of my jokes!" he cried out as he fell to his knees and held out his hand to the area Kirkis last stood in.
Before he could lament further though, an idea suddenly struck the royal jester. "Wait! Kirkis isn't here anymore! That means I can bother the guests!" he exclaimed happily, standing up with renewed vigor. Rather than use magical means to explore the castle and find victims guests, he decided to simply run down the hallways until he ran into someone. His arms were held in front of him as if he were flying, which would be a common sight for the servants to see if Claus ever found himself in the hallways.
It would be sometime of running before Claus finally caught sight of two people. Finally! Some new gu-! Claus' thought was interrupted as he skidded to a stop when he got closer and took full notice of one of the two. It was a woman, who wore tattoos and leather decorated about her body (Livia) in a way stirred his insides and captured his interest. He nearly neglected the man she was speaking with, a brown haired fellow who he could only assume was a royal (Elliot).
Oh, it must be my lucky day to have run into beauty incarnate! he thought gleefully, striding over to the pair briskly before stopping a few feet away from them and clearing his throat to catch their attention.
"Guests of Veritas! You have been found by Claus Revelle, Royal Court Jester of Lord Veritas! I ask thee, does the lovely woman and handsome man require any assistance?" he asked them with a tone of forced pompousness.
(((O.O.C.: Again, sorry for the length. Also, Romantic Claus is best Claus. )))
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:29 pm
♕ΊȚ ωɑʂ Ҭɧҽ ωɪϲқҽɖ ɑɳɖ ωɪɭɖ ωɪɳɖ♛ ♔Ƀɭҽῳ ɖȯῳɳ Ҭɧҽ ɖȯȯʀʂ ϯȯ ζҽϯ ɱҽ ɪɳ♚
♘șɧɑϯϯҽʀҽɖ ωɪɳɖȯῳʂ ɑɳɖ Ҭɧҽ șȯʮɳɖ Ȱғ ɖʀʮɱʂ♞ ♗Ρҽȯϼɭҽ Ҫȯʮɭɖ ɳȯϯ Ƀҽɭɪҽѵҽ ωɧɑϯ Ί Ӊɑɖ Ƀҽϲȯɱҽ♝ ☽ ȡαηȶе ʛαѵῖηΐ ☾ Ӄῖηɠɖȏɱ: Ƚʋȿȶ Ɍɑɳƙ: ρɽῖηҫε Ƚȏҫɑҭῖӧη: Halls > Library. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ 
Dante was halfway to his chosen designation when his sibling's voice rung through his head. He nodded as if forgiving her or maybe just acknowledging her being busy, but quickly remembered that she could not see him. I am well,sister... He nodded to himself this time as Lorelei spoke in his head. Very well, I shall be there momentarily. I also have something to tell... or more so show you all...
With that he set off towards the dining hall to meet his sisters. He knew Lorelei would not be meeting with Micah unless it was needed, being with their history, so he knew it had to be something important. He made his way through the castle with ease, having had quite some time exploring the ins and outs of it to know it well enough. Surely, he still got lost. He blamed that upon the fact that he could of sworn the castle seemed to shift itself to make sure he did. Strangest thing, really.
As he entered the hall that harbored his sister he stood watching for a moment, unsure what to do or say. What if she didn't believe him? He patted the dagger that was safely inside it's sheath at his side and let out a deep breath. Only one way to find out. He strode across the large gap with ease, he was seriously beginning to get used to this new body. His cape billowed out behind him, a flowing orange cloth held down on one side by his arrows.
"Sister..." He shifted his weight slightly as he came to a stop, shifting the quiver that now hung on his back slightly. "I know this may, or more-so will, come as a shock, but I am Dante..." His voice was deeper than what she would have remembered, being more of a man now. He blinked and let out a sigh. "A long story short, I ran into father and had a... falling out so to say with him." He shrugged, not caring to go into details. "He had found your dagger, and refused to return it to me... so I took it by force. Upon leaving the scene, some strange... witch lady?" He tried to remember clearly... He was sure it was a lady, and he could faintly remember her talking. "She cast some strange spell on me... and well this is how I woke up, minus the clothes of course."
He studied his sister, awaiting her response and actions.
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♕Ɍҽѵȯɭʮϯɪȯɳɑʀɪҽʂ ωɑɪϯ♛ ♔Ӻȯʀ Ӎӌ Ӊҽɑɖ Ȱɳ Ȁ șɪɭѵҽʀ Ρɭɑϯҽ♚
♘Ɉʮʂϯ Ȁ Ρʮϼϼҽϯ Ȱɳ Ȁ ζȯɳҽɭӌ șϯʀɪɳɠ♞ ♗Ȱɧ ωɧȯ ωȯʮɭɖ Ȩѵҽʀ ωɑɳϯ Ҭȯ Ƀҽ Ӄɪɳɠ?♝
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:38 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant/ Gypsy Location: Hallway.╔═════════════════════════════════════♛═════════════════════════════════════╗Tao stood idly as he watched John go about the kitchen. The boy new his way about, but he seemed ever hesitant about taking anything. He continuously looked about to make sure he was not caught, like they would punish him or beat him if they did. He shook his head as he pocketed things. The man could never be a thief, he would have his hands chopped off for sure.
"Anything is better than nothing..." In truth Tao was not much a meat eater, well other than his favorite meat that was not entirely edible... He preferred this type of meat quite large and full of pulsing warm blood... He almost let out a small laugh but caught himself, who knew what the angel would have thought if he caught Tao laughing at himself. Not that thinking about a male's body parts whilst waiting for food was all that sane in and of it self. He raised a brow as the angel began to smell a bag, almost as if to make sure it wasn't poison. He highly doubted they would keep anything poisonous around in the kitchen, they had enough of a body count as was.
He scoffed as John spoke about the castle. "Wouldn't surprise me if it did, I did destroy a large portion of it not too long ago..." It wasn't his fault though, how was he supposed to know the castle harbored a human battery?
He followed John out, keeping a hand lightly against a wall just in case he suddenly fell over. A spark arched out of his bracelet and stung his neck, leaving a light pink spot where it landed. They were getting weaker, meaning he was getting some of his energy back. That was a good thing, hopeful after this meal and some more rest he would be recovered enough. His wounds would take some time to heal, but his energy would be high enough where he could cast spells once more without worry.
"Where to?" He wasn't sure if they were returning to John's room or to somewhere else, and he couldn't care less which they went to.╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝☪ 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: Tue Dec 13, 2011 6:49 pm
 Kingdom: Hubris
Rank: Servant
Location:The gardens
Ella blinked at the young woman who was carrying a basket of rose buds. She had apologized as well for the run in and then looked rather sheepish as she stared at her basket. The young woman was wearing a servants dress, and she seemed just as shy as Ella. Her blonde hair was shinning in the rays of the sun that leaked through the windows and Ella couldn’t help but feel calmed by her. Perhaps it was because she was the only nice person she had run into that day, or perhaps it was because she was a fellow servant. Either way, Ella smiled back and nodded. “Sure, I can take you there. Follow me.”
Ella led the way to the gardens, meandering through vines and large patches of flowers. Toward the center of the gardens was a barren spot of earth, looking lonely and withered in the nice weather. The servant stopped, motioning with her hand to the blank area. “I assume this is where they want the roses planted.” She paused and looked at the other servant. “I am sorry I bumped into you back in the kitchen. I….I have a bad habit of not watching where I am going…or so they tell me….” Ella smiled sheepishly before bowing again. “I am Ella by the way. I have not seen you around here before, are you new to the castle?”
Out Of Character: Its crap, such crap. My apologies. But i'm back...yay? ^_^;;;
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 1:53 pm
Kingdom: Hubris
Status: Heir
Location: Gardens, Dining Hall, Solarium
Trey took in a quiet intake of air as his lids pulled back, dark orbs searching the garden with a positively baffled look on his face. Had he fallen asleep? It didn’t seem very likely but he couldn’t find any other explanation for the fuzzy visuals that kept flitting through his mind. ”How peculiar..” he pushed himself up against the trunk of the tree he was situated against before standing. If he had dozed off, it must’ve been a pretty lengthy siesta from the feel of it.
He let his feet carry him towards the side entrance as he dusted off a few blades of grass from his clothing. He had barely made it through the double doors before an unsettling feeling took over. Some of the servants were scrambling about but he could hear their quiet gossip, whispering about death and the dining hall – two words he prayed he’d never hear in the same sentence again. He was about to detain one of them to ask for an explanation but it was offered to him before he could even open his mouth.
His hard eyes fell against Ryan’s blood stained visage as he approached the dining room, stopping a few feet away from him. He didn’t have to get any closer to hear his explanation "Lucien is dead. Dorian as well. Avarice has experienced a change in leadership. The new Heiress killed them." He couldn’t be serious, could he? He had just seen Lucien not too long ago in the gardens, and now he was dead…they were both dead?
It must have happened recently if Ryan still had the remains splattered across his attire. He managed to rip his gaze away for the moment to inch closer to the dining hall, taking notice of Altonair and his younger sister near the doorway. He didn’t have to look hard to spot what was left of the former heiress and her brother, two other unidentified bodies lying near their own. He had heard of the turmoil in Avarice but he didn’t think it would come to this – to such a gruesome death in plain sight. ”Another room sullied,” he muttered, letting his eyes sweep towards the end of the table, registering two new faces (Dominique and Fandral). He had heard enough of the d’Aquitaine to assume that this was the new heiress – the woman who had cut Dorian in two to reclaim that title. ”How very intriguing,” a small smirk danced across his lips as he pulled away from the entrance. Though it would’ve made sense for him to feel something towards the loss of two individuals that he had been acquainted with, it just simply wasn’t in his nature; they weren’t close enough to mourn over. Dorian had always been attractive, luring men in like moths to a flame but he left that to her heritage and nothing more. He had conversed with them both but it wasn’t something he would weep over and his kin would surely poke fun at him if he did show such weakness.
”You,” his voice was terse as he stabbed a finger at one of the passing servants who seemed to be in quite a hurry. The woman spun on her heel to face him, lowering her head almost immediately ”Y-Yes, my Lord, how can I serve you?” Trey couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the quivering mess, sighing heavily as he moved closer. ”Have you seen any of my siblings? If not, I expect you to find them promptly,” the woman quickly nodded her head, silently thanking the gods for her luck. ”They are in the solarium, I was just about to head over there if you’d like me to escort you?” her voice was as quiet as ever, flinching a bit as Trey waved his hand for her to lead the way.
The doors were opened with haste by the woman as she allowed Trey to walk ahead of her, following suit once he was inside the solarium. A large grin curled at the corners of his lips as he spotted his siblings (and one he hadn’t seen in what seemed like ages). ”A family reunion and I didn’t receive an invitation? How insulting,” he laughed quietly as he approached the small group, glancing at Evelyn first ”I wasn’t aware of your arrival sister, it’s a pleasure to see you once again,” his smile didn’t waiver as his eyes shifted towards Richard and then Sara. ”I assume that you three are avoiding the dining hall for good reason, it’s quite a mess in there,” he shook his head, glancing back at the servant as she hesitantly moved closer to take their orders.
[OOC: Back at lastttt!]
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