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 Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:25 am
Rosaline flushed. "No... not the country... I... it would be nice if I could. It sounds much more pleasant than where I live, anyway. I... I live in Chloranale..." he murmured, sounding very embarrassed. it was obvious why. Chloronale, although it had started out nicely enough, had become a section of the capitol notorious for poverty and filth. It was always dark and usually only those who could afford to live no where else or had something to hide lived there. The police rarely went there - too much trouble and filth - and so it was a perfect hiding place for... well, anything. Rosaline had first lived there quite some time ago, when it had been a nice subburb, but much time had passed since and it had fallen into decay.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 10:45 am
Dax kept narrowed eyes locked onto Sayael as he put his things away. There was a moment of silence when the other prince laid down before the blonde suddenly crawled over to loom over him. He wasn't going to be shrugged off that easily. "Exactly how many times have you had to dress like a woman, Sayael?" he asked suspiciously.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 10:50 am
Sayael shrugged. "A couple. Not too much, but I never kept count," he mumbled. It was obvious that he was already falling asleep and he didn't even bother to open his eyes to look up at the other prince. It would obviously be too much work and not at all worth it. He yawned and turned over so he was facing a tent wall, back to Dax. "Why?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 10:59 am
Mie-tanuki Alti frowned, but didn't ask anymore, knowing he wouldn't get any more of an answer. For some reason this annoyed him - he hated being in the dark about everything - and a scowl crossed his face as he becam progressively ill-tempered. He didn't suppose Haar had guests very often or he would be more aware of what was irksome for them - in fact, he didn't seem like someone who delt with people much at all.
Alti's thoughts, however, were haulted by the sound of a calling voice. He tured around - although the call was not for him - and looked up to see someone leaning over from the level above them, calling to the brown-haired man beside him. He instantly wiped the scowl from his features, his face becoming once again expressionless, as he waited for the commander to react.
The young man's expression turned from one of something unreadable to one that of slight confusion. Brows furrowed lightly as the commander looked upward towards the high levels of the castle, Haar's quizzical features vanished. He hadn't seen the prince for quite some time, only briefly over the last few years, and even after he had been promoted to his current rank his visits with the prince had not increased whatsoever. It had concerned him at first, many of the other kingdom's royalty dicussed and planned actions of nuetrality, peace, war, and other such issues amongst themselves and their advisers. The fire kingdom was different in that aspect. The noblemen and women of the nation appointed others, others who were hopefully more skilled and knowledgable in such areas than themselves, to figure out the formal dealings of the kingdom.
Haar of course had his own advisors of sorts, the generals, and of course he was also obligated to telling the king and the extending royal family about the monthly happenings of the kingdom, or if any such rebellions or fights broke out along the boarders...among other things that Haar as being commander was not directly a part of.
"Is something wrong, your highness?" He asked in a teasing sort of manner, calling up towards the prince, a wary hand ever hovering over the sword strapped around his waist, the blade covered sheath falling ever so nicely against his outer leg.
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"Wake up, kiddo."
Cain tried as gently as he could to wake up the sleeping blonde. (Un)fortunately his most gentle nudge was something similar to a shove and resulted in a very agrivated Peyton as he was jolted from his sleep.
"We're here," the young lady murmured, checking once more in her pockets for the measurements. With a sigh of relief, the dark haired girl held the parchment tight in her hand before slipping it back in a pouch hanging from the waist of her dress.
"Put your hoods up boys, it's still raining a bit, not much but I don't want Haar to have my head if he finds I got his knight and apprentice ill," he added, drawing up her own charcoal colored hood that was connected to the cloak she was wearing. It was similar to the boys' own cloaks, but theirs' had a few more embellishments and markings which announced their certain ranks in the fire kingdom's army. Peyton had a highly decorative, crimson leaf embroidered onto the breast of his cloak while Cain had a sheild sewn onto his own in a metallic looking thread, and with another red eyed glance the young woman noted that there was also a beautiful silver sword.
Although the two, especially Peyton, were still relatively young they both had high ranks. Cain was a knight who specialized in defense, or so the dark haired woman mustered from the sheild insignia, as well as sword play. Peyton's embellishment would've looked silly in any other kingdom besides their own. In the fire kingdom the almost delicate appearing leaves and ground objects were one of the most dangerous... The lady figured the embroidered foliage on Peyton's cloak was some what deceptive, she assumed that people from other nations would think that such a soldier would be useless and easy targets... Peyton was of a completely different class, a ranger, and very skilled with his daggers that he always had strapped to one leg.
"Well then, if we're all ready I do think we should call for our seamstress before it starts pouring," she said gently, watching with a slightly concerned gaze as the blonde slowly made his way up the granite steps leading to the castle's entrance.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:06 am
Once Sayael moved, he continued to lean over the tired form until he was well-arched over him and once again able to see his face. His long hair draped over the dark-haired one's side as well as slightly in his own face. "I just thought you seemed to know a lot about being one," he answered. "And maybe liked it more than you're admitting."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:11 am
Sayael shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Deffinately not the best experience. I got hit on by too many drunk men to want to do it again," he mumbled. He wrinkled his nose as long, soft hair fell across his face. He brushed it away with a hand, frown depeaning. It was dark inside the tent, with only the occasional sparl of lightning to light the space. "Just don't go into any bars without me, alright? You'll regret it, trust me."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:59 am
"Oh, so the men have to be drunk to actually hit on you?" Dax asked grinning to himself. He could see his trickling hair was bothering Sayael. If he wanted to further pester the boy, he could have continued to brush it in his face, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled it over to his opposite shoulder, allowing the other at least a little peace. "And don't worry about me. I won't let anyone steal me away from you, tough guy." With that, he backed away and snuggled under the blankets.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 12:02 pm
Sayael didn't reply, having already fallen fast asleep. He didn't snore when he slept - luckily - but he tended to mumble incoherently. Sometimes he mumbled what he dreams, and other times it was just babble. His sibblings had always poked fun at him for this, saying he was the child, but at least it had never kept them awake because it sounded more like whispering breaths than anything else unless one listened closely. His body curled instinctively into the shell-shape he always slept in.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 12:15 pm
[[I just thought I'd add on to the second half so it'd give you at least some chance of responding. nwn;]]
"Peyton, are you alright?" The girl looked more than concerned as the boy looked up with a mixed expression. Although this leg was merely sore, aching really, the light strain showing through on his features was merely because he was having to walk around on one leg for fear of setting off the tag or whatever the hell Allora had placed on him.
"Nnm, I'm fine, I just...my leg fell asleep, I think, on the way here," he explained with a smile, blue eyes flickering up along the many steps leading to the large doors that marked the entrance of the castle. The blonde currently had one hand clutching the back of the knight's cloak to keep him upright while one the knight's hands was placed securely against his waist in a chaste manner to keep him from falling.
After their slow crawl up the steps to the entrance, the young dark haired lady stepped forward as the gates and doors were opened for them. Once inside she explained to a guard as well as a messenger that she had sent a notice to the seamstress staying here that she would be coming this day to give them a few additional measurements needed before their princess's festival dress could be complete. "I didn't tell them a time, but if they're not busy I would be more than happy to meet with them to explain a few details as well as give them the needed information," she explained in her soft voice. It wasn't long until the trio was led to a large meeting room of sorts, or so the three mused amongst themselves.
"I do hope this doesn't take too long," the young lady murmured, "I feel bad about not giving them a time... oh well, we can always go out and get something to eat if they're not ready to be seen, does that sound like a plan?" She asked the two who were currently well adjusted in large, black cushioned seats.
The two glanced at eachother, Cain shrugged while Peyton simply nodded, "That sounds fine to me," the blonde answered, making sure his foot wasn't touching the ground.
[[That's weird. <.< I guess the borders aren't loading or...maybe I just keeping forgetting to make it "shout." o___o;; ]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 12:24 pm
A few moments of silence and then they were interupted by a delicate cough. Rosaline looked up, surprised, to see a messenger staring pointedly over at him. "Yes?" he asked, completely non-plussed.
"The Fire Kingdom's people have come with the measurements for the dress."
"Oh..." He looked a little surprised. he hadn't expected them to come so soon and in the other's pressence he had completely forgotten. "Right. I'll be just a moment," he said, turning back to Muertian, that apologetic smile back on his lips. "I... umm... I'm really sorry. I completely forgot... I'll... meet you here later... If I... don't get lost," he said with a small, slightly embarrassed laugh. "Bye."
He turned back and followed the messenger, looking back once to wave at the blond.
The messenger led him through the castle in a series of turns that left Rosaline utterly bewildered, even though it was a relitively short ways. He was left at the door and he knocked softly on the hard wood.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:19 pm
A soft scoff left the teenage prince's lips, though the sound would never reach the lower floor. He hadn't seen the commander in months, but... was it so difficult for Haar to remember to call him by his first name? He couldn't help it; he just liked hearing it roll off the other's tongue. Ruehl.
"Stay right there!" he called, thinking it of more as a personal request than an order. In a few minutes, the fire prince took quick strides and descended the red, carpeted stairs before his soft-soled shoes hit the red-black-and-orange swirled, marble floor of the lobby.
Each step brought him closer to the commander and the unfamiliar face of the stranger. So strange... wherever was that adorable excuse of an apprentice? He hardly ever saw the brown-haired man without the blonde youth lingering somewhere nearby. But yet as the familiar countenance of the other came more closely into view, Ruehl's grin returned.
"It's great to see you. Been awhile," he greeted, holding out a formal hand to the old friend. He'd consider Haar... a friend of sorts. They weren't exactly ever close... but unlike most diplomats and politicians Ruehl encountered over the years, he did place a good deal of trust in the commander, and liked him well enough.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:34 pm
[[hah. <3.
Bytheway... adkghasg! Peyton's so cute. Is he like this all the time? ... Damncute. And... awdaggers<3. ... Okay. Maybe I'm just in an 'everything's cute' mood. Probably x3 ]]
Chloranale? Muertian looked rather puzzled... he'd never heard of this suburb. Then again, he rarely paid attention to these things. Country or village-- was about as detailed as the teen got when it came to geography. That, and 'kingdom'. When he was about to respond, it appeared Rosaline's attention was diverted.
... She was leaving their tour already? As he watched Rosaline's retreating back, Muertian noticed the rare sunlight of the Death Kingdom-- shining on the castle-- was being choked out rather quickly by a sudden rainstorm. He didn't give the skies a chance to drench him before he quickly, and quietly followed the fleeing visitor through nice, dry corridors. It wasn't like he had a great deal more to do... and why not observe more visitors in his household? Today's were proving themselves to be quite interesting characters thus far.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:39 pm
Seeing Whitley successfully down a decent amount of carrots, Faryn decided to remove his exhausted body to his room. The moment he laid down on the bed, the sound of calming rain and the warm, welcome sheets coaxed his body to sleep.
He would make it on that boat. Anyone who got in his way... would pay for it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:14 pm
Rosaline smiled, feeling somehow... releived when he realised the other had followed him. He had felt sad, regretful when he had had to leave. Absently, he wondered why that would be, but he didn't give it too much thought. He turned his head slightly to give the other another bright, although slightly nervous, smile. He was always anxcious when it came to new orders... after all, there were some things even he could not sew and if he managed to some how offend the customers, he would have to find some other means of paying the rent.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:17 pm
((When should I do the next morning for Sayael/Dax/Jillian? Should I wait for Rosaline/everyone else to catch up or not?))
The prince... so this was the prince? Alti didn't know how to act around a prince, especially one from a foreign kingdom, because he had never met even his own prince despite his own nobility. He had never, in fact, been interested in meeting any other nobles, either. He always thought they would be stuffy and high-handed, dropping hints at just how embarrassing it horrible it was to be a blood traiter. But this prince seemed quite different from Alti's idea of royalty.
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