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 Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 7:16 pm
Baldassare Caravaggio di Bacchius Kingdom: Lust Rank: Priest Location: Amusedly heading to the dining hall with Ella. Baldassare's head twisted about in curiosity, his tail flicking back and forth in excitement as he saw more and more people passing through. At his new acquaintance's mentioning of a queen, he stared at the woman momentarily before cocking his whiskers to her, mimicking the girl's actions rather comically in what he thought to be an earnest attempt at matching customs...he didn't spend much time in the courts of kings and queens, and was much more used to a rather loose atmosphere. Tittering softly, then purring under his breath happily when he realized that the girl was leading him in the same direction as many of these people (and towards food!), he followed her and patted her head merrily, softly drawing her hair back behind her ear with one claw. He always prided himself on being kind to people, regardless of status...if a bit playful. "Grazie, grazie! Viene, Laetitia.(1) Such-a good-a service girl...I musta speakse to-a you queen, so I can-a thank her for-a you wonderful helps! You say thatta her over-a there, eh? Let's-a go!"Gleefully grabbing one arm of his consort and one arm of the poor servant girl, without even acknowledging that he'd made Ella blush any more than she had been, he dashed toward the lady she'd pointed out to him. He was much more intrigued at the thought of getting to eat with a queen than he was afraid of his image. His feline eyes darted about, deftly keeping the girls in tow from hitting anything or anyone and still keeping watch for his target. Perhaps he could bring his good news to this queen! Baldassare wondered if it would matter much that he hadn't even met his own nobles. While he ran as fast as he could pulling two people, he nodded his head at everyone they passed, greeting them hurriedly with a grin. "Ciao...buon pomeriggio...salve...buon pomeriggio...salve..."(2)Laetitia silently followed suit in greeting people, clutching to the thyrsus and smiling shyly as she followed her priest. She was quite used to these outbursts of his, and was prepared to calm him should he get into trouble, but was otherwise enjoying herself. (Translations:
1: "Thanks! Come, Laetitia."
2: "Hi...good afternoon...hello...good afternoon...hello...")
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 8:22 pm
Location: Dinning HallxxxxxKingdom: HubrisxxxxxRank: Countess
 xxxxxxxI guess I should be ashamed...Autumn’s eyes glanced sideways in contemplation before meeting his gaze again. That of all things was probably the one subject she just wouldn’t be able to speak about too freely. It wasn’t that she didn’t mind others knowing her feelings about the arrangement anymore, just that she wanted others to see it for what it was without her speaking on it. Her stubborn pride didn’t allow her to admit any sort of defeat and a loveless marriage was included.
Yes. We were childhood sweethearts if you don’t recall, Trey. Her voice carried a teasing lit to it that betrayed the good time she was actually having just speaking to him despite her mostly bored features. Her good mood was more due to the absence of visions than his company though the latter certainly helped. And though she wasn’t in the practice of such, the question in his voice drew the lie from her lips.We’ve been getting along famously. It’s not a surprise that you haven’t heard much though, it has been too long since I’ve been to the castle.
She was however, rather curious about what he was referring to. Her brows furrowed slightly as she followed his gesture. She could put names to kingdoms for the most part but not faces so much. However, she could see the rather unhappy looks from the royals meeting each other. But…wait…what? Confused eyes turned back towards him.Wait…What are you talking about? Is the ‘old codger’ the god that lives here? And…if they are so unhappy, why are they betrothed to each other? If it was simply for alliances or to soften the wars…then why would the parents be upset as well? Her eyes widened at the mention of yet another death. Your fiancé? What…she’s…? Autumn was unable to keep the astonishment from her voice or the bewilderment from her eyes. Unfortunately, her voice was a bit louder than she intended or his softer sound. Her eyes glanced up for a moment at his mother, hoping that she did not give away anything he was trying to keep quiet, if only for the time being. At least, if that was the goal.
She was so absorbed by this new information that she didn't even notice the cat man walk in.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 10:22 pm
 Reginald and Elizabeth Green, Veritas' Castle GroundsA nod and a polite hello were given to John when he approached. Tensions generally ran high in the family. There was once a day where both the King and the Queen would dote on the son, but things had taken a change over the years. They had hoped that he would not be the disappointment that his older brother was, but in his own way john was a disappointment to them. The plans that their father had to give the younger son the crown were thwarted when the boy lost his voice, and it would not look good that he would rather make friends with a lowly knight than the noble of another kingdom.
Neither of their sons seemed to grasp how to be a royal much to the shame of their parents.
Elizabeth and Reginald followed their children and their harlot soon to be daughter in law to the dining hall. This trip had already turned out to be quite the disappointment. They had honestly hoped that Havens betrothed would have been someone that they would be able to trust and train so that she could rule Haven along with the kingdom, or that John had somehow gotten his voice back so that they could train him in Havens place, but none of that happened. Instead their heir was to be married to the worst sort of woman and Johns betrothed would not be much better. Why else would the be so intent on making sure that she never met her future in-laws. They should have never listened to Veritas when he suggested this, but there was nothing that they could do, they were indebt to the man who was providing sanctuary to the royal family.
They sat down, Elizabeth next to her son John and Reginald on the other side. Tension still high they sat in silence as John ordered food, barely blinking an eye as the jesters started a competition. A host was easily judged by the entertainment that they chose to amuse their gests, Veritas's choice spoke little of them. Fools and jesters were meant to bring laughter to the on lookers, not annoy everyone with a battle that spoke of two people that did not know they would be competing. If this was their castle the entertainment would be much better, because they knew how to be proper hosts, a set of skills that they seemed to have failed to pass on to their children. Thankfully this was only going to be a short visit, anything more would be torturous.
They were greeted with a pleasant surprise. The arrival of their daughter Mira. Elizabeth smiled as the princess. "Mira my child, such a pleasure to see you. I am sorry that the carriage ride make you sick, but please sit, tell us about the trip." Reginald pulled out the chair next to him ushering her to sit. "I am glad that the coachmen stopped for you, I hope you are feeling better. That woman next to Haven is his betrothed Lorelei of lust." The distain was hard to keep out of his voice, but both parents showed pleasure at seeing their daughter. She was the favorite child, there was no doubt. Both parents doted over her, partly because of their illness. She was not a disappointment unlike her brothers. If only she was not sick, if only.
Reginald looked at John sighing slightly. The room was getting filled with people, not they cared. "So John, who is this woman you are to marry. Is she here? Perhaps we could meet her. Would that not be enjoyable."
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 11:33 pm
 AsmodaKingdom: None Rank: Fallen knight of Patience Location:Main Hall
((OOC: Anything in italics is a memory/flashback.))
Caleb took a few steps from the fallen angel as she rose to her feet. There was something different about her, besides the fact that her eyes were glowing. It was almost like he was talking to an entirely different person. She looked like the Asmoda he had been traveling with, but she was most certainly not the same woman.
"Something wrong child?" The woman chuckled darkly, staring at him. She slowly began to walk in a circle around him, akin to a wild cat stalking its prey. "So you are the one who is trying to intrude on my body, you really did not think that I would not notice something like this connection. So obvious, someone of your stupidity deserves to die." Caleb was so confused that he did not protest, try to explain that Veritas was the one who made the connection. The woman continued to speak." It has been so long since I have feasted last. You will break my fast well." His attention was drawn to her hands. Her nails were elongating, growing thicker and darkening as they went until they resembled claws. A single four inch claw rested on the woman's lips. "But where to start?"
Asmoda nodded to Somni, listening to the women's accented words. "Hopefully you will return to find your temple just as you left it, and if not then I believe we will have to go hunting." Asmoda might not have been the most religious person, certainly she believed in the gods though she did not want their involvement, but she thought little of those who would rob a temple. Especially the one that belonged to her friend, she pitied anyone who tried anything. Her spear had taken down countless people who failed to stop her, and she doubted that there would be anyone better in the future.
"I will still look after the children of wrath, but that is because I have a contract with the king. I have always been a wanderer, you know this. I belonged to wrath just as much as I belonged anywhere else. I stayed there because they accepted me. I was filled with rage then, I am filled with rage now, but my rage is to be used by someone else. Upon arriving here I befriended the heir to the kingdom of prudence. It is quite the story, amusing really. In the end he spared my life when he should have killed me, he mended the rift inside of me. I owe him and he has my spear as long as he desires it. I shall introduce you to him soon, he is an interesting person, quite different from his father."
She fell into silence once more as Somni asked her about her head. Her first instinct was to clamp up and not tell the woman anything. You did not tell your weaknesses, they were what allowed you to be killed. She realized though. Somni was a priestess, more importantly she was wise. Perhaps she would know what was going on with the body and the voice. Everything about it screamed haunting and possession, though even that did not sound right. The fallen angel cleared her throat composing herself. "I am having troubles, perhaps you will be able to help me, though the story is long. Let us make our way to the dining hall, I will speak on the way." Asmoda began to walk towards the dining hall, her arm wrapped around Somni's to lead the priestess. The fallen angel paused for a moment though as she passed by Eric, letting the man see her before she continued her trek towards the dining hall.
Yes let's eat. Let me out so that we may dine once more, like we did on that delicious man
Asmoda pushed the voice back, shivering as laughter echoed through her mind. "A few days ago we were in the catacombs on a hunt put together by our host. My group found ourselves in a room where we were subjected to a large amount of pain. During the torture I heard a voice in my head, that of a woman. The voice sounded so familiar, like I know her personally, but that is impossible. She beckoned me to follow her, I could feel her pulling me into my mind. I don't know what was going through my head at the time, but I followed the voice. I was in a dark room and I was alone. More importantly I could not go back to my body, I was forced to wait there alone. What seemed to be an eternity later I was let back into my body. I woke up covered with blood and the torn body of my betrothed next to me, there was no doubt in my mind that I killed him, though I have no recollection of it. Ever since then I keep seeing Caleb's body in places." She looked off to the distance where the torn body of her betrothed hung from the ceiling. "I know it is not real because the visions go away. I am not scared but it does annoy me. And I keep hearing her voice, she keeps asking me to let her take over again so that he can feed. Do you know what I might be experiencing.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 1:35 am
~*Jade Aldrich*~ Kingdom: Humility Rank: PeasantLocation: Main/Entrance Hall; speaking with Julian Jade listened to this exchange between Julian and Kazuma in silence and not at all wishing to interrupt them, for neither of them had spoken to her. She watched the new man (Kazuma) as he left, leaving Julian and Jade to converse in private once more. She turned back to him and smiled cordially. His compliment on her name threw her off just slightly–surely something as simple as a name couldn’t be worth that much notice. And to know from a name that she was “special”, as he put it? How does he know such things from a mere few months of interaction with the girl? The Lycan was slightly curious as to what he meant, exactly. Did he know what she was? Was he aware of where she’d come from and what she’d been sent all this way to do? It was near impossible to tell. Still, the young woman gave another slight bow of her head in polite respectfulness as he spoke of her in such a way. Jade smiled only slightly, as was in her nature to conceal such things for the most part. She wished to be friendly and cordial, but not all-telling. “I thank you, Sir,” she said to him, “My mother named me that. I do like your name, as well, if I may say so myself.” She studied him discretely once more, trying to determine of what species or heritage he belonged to. He appeared human at first glance, though her senses told her otherwise. There was something somehow…off…about the assumption that he was human. The Lycan could sense this sort of…magical quality to him of sorts, though what this pertained to, her had not a clue. Hmm… Perhaps he was simply a human with a few extra abilities to him? Someone with mind abilities, maybe? Or one who could perform simple spells and enchantments? Perhaps he simply looked human? After all, Jade looked to be human herself to other people, as well. Well…up until they manage to see her shift one way or another or the like. Then it was a different story entirely. She knew this man wasn’t a Lycan like her, though. She’d have sensed that right away. So what was he, exactly? Obviously, the hundred-forty-seven-year-old Lycan woman still had that slight bit of pup-like curiosity to her. What? Simply because a woman is over a century old does not mean she can't still act like a pup at times. It went along with her nature to a degree, though she did not show this side to most. That part of her personality was mainly reserved for family and close friends–fellow pack members and blood relatives. Jade was distracted momentarily from these thoughts as the cat exited the room along with the girl escorting him. Good, now hopefully she could focus a little better without him distracting her unwittingly. She didn’t let this distraction show, save for a small glance in his direction as he left. Other than that, she kept her focus on Julian and on the conversation they were having. The Lycan’s hands clasped in front of herself in a sort of reserved manner, though she did not appear to be too shy at the moment–simply a tad bit introverted is all. She most certainly did not appear to be any sort of threat to anyone with that sweet nature of hers. “So what brings you here, Sir Julian, if you do not mind me asking? I do hope I am not being too bold with this question, Sir. If I am, please just simply let me know.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 4:06 am
 XARD THE DAEMONIC SORCERORLocation: Playing with the royal Jester in the dining hall.
Kingdom: Veritas, that's where the power is.
Rank: What, the big words above don't tell you? Simpletons.
Wearing This: harlequin"Tough crowd," thought the blue jester as his antics continued. He was watching all the guests the whole time and not one seemed impressed. They did not want to be wowed with magic tricks or death defying acts. Apparently they were here for laughter. Cheap laughs or some stand up comedy. Well Xard was in a funny mood. Some pies to Claus's face would make him feel better-if the pies had a corrosive custard that is. That would not suit well for the guests. His version of hilarity was far darker than the royals in the room; also, it was the clown's job to appeal to the audience and not himself. "The things I will sacrifice to get the job done," sighed the daemon internally as he stopped his mockery of Kirkis to pull out a banana custard pie from his hat. As he did so more guests walked through the hall and into the dining area. Much to Xard glee it was the king and queen of Prudence. He could recognize them anywhere after seeing some portraits and reading up on the many kingdoms all thanks to the grand library the castle held. On top of that, such luck was delicious, they were accompanied by their son and his bride to be, a princess from Lust. A princess whose kingdom was at war with her future husband's. The King of Fortitude would have to wait. This opportunity was too good to pass up. Veritas, so far, proved to be a very beneficial man to work with. Everything he needed was provided for him, willingly or not. With such a vast amount of knowledge about the world he was visiting located all in one area, he would wreak havoc very easily. At least he would if that was his intent. That was what Hell Demons normally did anyway, but he held himself to a higher standard. He would take what was rare for himself to bring him that much closer to controlling all of the Hell Demons of Hell. Then he could lay siege to every possible dimension at his leisure. He would not kill everyone, no. That would make Hell too crowded, and Heaven would never get off his a** about their lack of chairs. Like it was his fault they could not produce enough furniture for everyone to lounge on. That was paperwork he did not want to diligently work with. Xard was evil, not stupid. He simply would just weed away at the hopes and dreams and lively hood of the people within the worlds. In other words: he would be the biggest a*****e the universe had ever known. Xard reared back with the pie to toss through the ghost butler and hit Claus in that happy mask of his; meanwhile, the blue harlequin's free hand dabbled a little over his shadow. The hand was keen to keep hidden using the stationary leg. Thin bolts of purple energy zapped the shadow he made. And just as quick as the gesture was made it ended. The shadow parted from its hosted and slid across the floor till it was behind a tapestry. The long cloth was hung neatly behind the King and Queen of Prudence a good twenty feet away. Suddenly the tapestry flipped around and a black garbed assassin bearing the Lust coat of arms leaped out. With long daggers drawn it charged for the two heads of Prudence. "FOR LUST!" bellowed the assassin in a gurgled and rough voice like someone with mucus in their throat. The dark assailant leaped above the King and Queen and pointed his weapons downward; the aim was to stab them both through their eyes. Xard's goal was for his shadow warrior to be destroyed and simply start a riot between the two kingdoms, that hated one another, which, conveniently, shared the same room. By this time, Xard had already tossed the pie and was laughing at what he had just done. "This way the crowd gets their classics, and I get my fun with these mortals. Ah, the smell of chaos is so tantalizing. What would I do without it? Hmm...probably be an attorney or a car salesman. Well in a sense I am those put together, but nobody here knows what those are," thought the blue harlequin(Xard) mischievously.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 8:33 am
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 Since the carriage's passing, a few had come and past as well, making for a failed attempt at meditation. Normally he'd have no problem, a carriage was nothing. A carriage and it's entourage, however, was understandably filled with armour-clad knights, which had a striking tendency to make noise. Lots of noise. There sat Apollo in his little metaphorical bubble, attempting to block off the world once more. At least, he would've, had he not caught the ever so slight rustling of a bush in the distance. Discharging a sigh, he'd already seen this coming. Sure enough it would turn out pleasantly, but he was just so intent on having his fun- at least, his fun that didn't involve female company and closed doors. Inching his hand closer to Gospel's grip as it sat in his lap, he feigned a meditative state. Another rustle came and Apollo had to fight back the urge to chuckle. Did he seriously think he was being sneaky? He had been trained in the finer art of infiltration and extraction, whereas his would-be assailant, not so much. Oh well, it only made for a more amusing turn of events.
The Saint's grip tightened suddenly on Gospel as the rustling turned to a jump, more of a lunge really, at his position. Standing up, not even bothering to face his attacker, he simply parried the blow, creating a beautiful clang of tempered steel. "Damn, I was hoping your time away from me had dulled your edge..." The strangely dressed man said as he pulled back from his initial blow. "Shall I cover my eyes and give you an advantage this time?" A chuckle came from the both of them. They acted more like friends than enemies, taunting as though they both knew the outcome. Then came the traditional calm before the storm. They had both stepped back and began circling one another around the edges of the clearing. Sad that such a serene place had to host their small game, but it was habit that kept the young Saint there. It was the attacker's chosen arena, otherwise he would simply have waited as he usually did and chose one fitting to his liking.
"You won't win, you know that, right?" Making fast footwork, he closed the distance almost in unison with the attacker and threw a playful swing out there. Once again came the lovely clang of steel on steel, a two-piece symphony waiting to happen. Dodging the blow, his attacker stepped back to the edge and continued circling, as did Apollo. "What can I say? I like those odds." With that, they closed the distance once more and locked blades. Face to face, the only similarity that could've been noticed between the two was the playful smirk they both wore. Using sleight of hand, the attacker expertly reached back and quickly brought up another blade, attempting to bring it to Apollo's side, only to find it had missed, due to the lack of Apollo. From behind, the Saint brought up a lazy slash, only to find it unsurprisingly blocked. Well, I suppose now is as good as any to finish up here... His originally bored expression from the lazily thrown blow was replaced by his normal, almost vacant and detached look. Without warning and giving his attacker hardly any time to respond, Apollo delivered a swift fist to his left abdomen, before circling around and delivering a kick to the same location, all the while his assailant, in some vain fashion, attempted to keep up, only to find both blows had connected, and Apollo stood at his side with Gospel at his throat. Looking up, his opponent chuckled. "You know Apollo, with the sun hitting you just right, you almost look like a Saint. Now if only you weren't such a brutal fighter, you might fit the bill a little more..." They both laughed, sharing the smile of friends who had met for the first time in years. "It's nice to see you too, Kahler."
With Kahler's arm slung over his shoulder, Apollo made his way back to the castle, his friend throwing most of his weight on him. "So what brings you to me this time, o brother of mine?" "You know, you're not an easy man to track. Or at least, that's what I would say if I hadn't asked for you by name. You're quite popular with towns spread around the world, been busy I see." Apollo rolled his eyes at his friend's comment, Kahler already fully aware of what his response would be; "I am the Saint, I go where I am needed" or something along those lines. "The real question is what is Apollo, noted hero of the people, doing at a God's castle? What's more, what is he doing at a God's castle that I hear happens to be populated almost exclusively by royalty? I would suspect you were trying to pick up a job, if it weren't generally against your nature that is." "That is another story for another time, perhaps we should catch up over a drink or two? The God Veritas has a respectable supply and collection, of which I've been lucky enough to sample." Throwing a lazy thumbs up, Kahler merely slumped his weight onto Apollo, letting himself be carried to the reaches of the castle.
Passing through the garden, Apollo took note of the small group that had taken up a portion of the lovely place. Amongst them was R, someone who still held a mystery to whether or not he could be trusted, as well as Veritas' gardener and Maelona. Normally, he would've waved and likely bowed as a common courtesy not only to royalty, but royalty he actually liked. He would've, if not for the dead weight hanging on him that went by the name Kahler, who was known for his prowess with ladies. Figuring he could avoid the hangman's noose, he nodded at her and tried to pass without incident. Tried, and failed. Before he knew it, as though by some form of magic or another, Kahler had regained his strength and hastily placed himself near the princess. "Hey, you're pretty cute, pardon my asking but what's your na-" A gloved hand covered Kahler's mouth to the best of his abilities. "Please pardon him, he hit his head as he was coming in to the castle. Kahler, that is Maelona, Princess of Patience." The story about hitting his head was of course a fabrication, but at this point, he was merely trying to keep Kahler's head firmly on his shoulders, as opposed to the alternative. Removing his hand from his friend's mouth, he almost immediately regretted doing so."Wha-? Oh, I get it now." As Apollo raised an eyebrow to this, Kahler recognized when it was time to stop, despite his gambling nature. "Don't fret Apollo, you don't have to worry about me stepping in. Pardon me, your highness, ever since that bump, I've not felt quite right." Throwing in an upper body bow as well, only Kahler and the Saint understood fully what he meant. The former mercenary knew he'd be getting a hit upside the head for that later, but hey, you don't deny a man his fun. Meanwhile, Apollo sighed at his companion's apparent lack of tact, fully expecting brimstone and hellfire from the young princess, whether it was like her nature as he knew or not. Thinking more on the matter however, it didn't surprise him. He hadn't even been here a day, and Kahler had already managed to throw his brand of chaotic fun in, as well as possibly ruining one of the few friendships he had actually made, or rekindled in this case, while at the God's castle.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:26 am
Julian Fermier Tacius My loyalty lies with: Justice
Location: Entrance hall talking with Jade
Mood: Calm Julian nodded to the man Kazuma as he walked off, hearing him say that he would repay him someday, but Julian just shrugged it off as a kind word. He had heard many promises in his double life-time, most of which went unfulfilled after he had 'died'; but really that was to be expected. His attention was brought back to Jade though when she returned his compliment, making the Lich smile a little. "Why thank you Jade, you are very kind." Julian said politely as he turned his scythe a little, tilting the curved blade a little more towards his shoulder and a little farther away from the woman before him. After all, he was still holding his weapon like a walking stick, which was his normal way of carrying his scythe. When Jade asked why the man was actually here, Julian tilted his head a little and thought for a moment, figuring there was no harm in telling the seemingly harmless woman as to why he had been sent here. "Well, I was sent here to keep an eye on the heirs of all the kingdoms that have been sent here for safety. My king, the King of the kingdom of Justice, wants to make sure that peace will be secured here." Julian said, explaining why he was here in this strange castle. Really, the man was simply there to observe and stick to the shadows, make sure there were no complications and attempt to keep a little peace. As to whether or not that would actually work was yet to be seen. It was about then that Julian realized he didn't know why Jade was here or even what kingdom she hailed from. For all he knew she could come from Lust, or Envy, or even Justice like him for that matter. "If I may ask Jade, and forgive me if I am crossing a line, but where do you hail from? And what brings you to this strange place?" Julian asked, being as polite and kind as he could as to not make Jade think that he was trying to fish for information. ((OOC smile )
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:34 am
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: Garden Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona's mouth fell open again as this man 'R' began to address her once again. She felt her face twist into a mixture of anger and hatred. Oh if only looks could kill, but alas they could not, but the banshee's voice could. "I know that you did not implore my help." She said her voice tight as she tried to control it. There was no need to scream, no, screaming would hurt everyone, not just the man that angered her, seemingly to no end. "I was not speaking to you, I was commenting on what he was asking about my involvement." She said as she stabbed a finger towards the monk of her kingdom. "As for me sticking out my own neck, I would, regardless of my status, if I knew I would be able to help, in any situation." Venom lined her words as she spoke. "You do not know me, dark figure, so I will say this only once, speak of what you do know." She spat at him.
Maelona was fighting her own voice, that voice that wanted to claw its way out of her throat, the voice that could damage this man that was so hell bent on pissing her off. "Oh, no worries?" She nearly screamed at the man after he had gone on. "Did you just not say a moment a go that I was useless?" She demanded. "If that is the case, just from what you have already said, I can expect my life to be cut short! And when I cannot even do anything about it." With each word her voice rose, changing octaves. She needed to get out of there, she needed to leave before she did something she would fully regret. She didn't need to hurt the other two just because one made her angry, because one seemed to be pushing all of the right buttons.
Maelona has turned to go seeing that they would not abide by her wishes to leave and discuss this else where. No, she was being forced out of her spot, out of the spot that she had been resting for the good part of eight or so hours. It was going to be pointless to fight it any longer. The man was rude, and there was no helping that. Though as she turned she came face to face with a man she had never seen before. She couldn't help it as her eyes bore daggers into him, no that her jaw began to flex. One more man.
Maelona's facial expression did not change as he opened his mouth to speak to her. Cute? Is this how he approaches a lady?! Though the rest of the mans words were cut off by a hand that was placed over his mouth, though the hand belonged to someone else. Her eyes followed the limb. Apparently someone was trying to save her sanity. Her face relaxed slightly as she saw Apollo.
Maelona gave Apollo a nod as he spoke about the man in front of her. "It is fine." She said, her voice still tight as her better half fought for control. She already knew she looked like hell before the argument with 'R', and now she knew she had to look ten times worse. She drew in a deep breath as she closed her blue-gray orbs. She needed to get out of there before 'R' said anything else to her, anything else that would push her towards that cliff. She thought about asking Apollo to accompany her, but he would be busy with his friend, especially keeping him out of trouble it seemed. Once she opened her eyes again she nodded to Kahler. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."
Maelona turned from Apollo and his friend so that she may address Sokar and the monk. "Sokar, please be careful, I know Evony is quite fond of you, if I am not mistaken." Her eyes went to the monk next. "The same goes for you, please be careful. Once the endeavor is over, perhaps we can speak." She nodded to each of them in turn, completely avoiding the man called 'R' all together in fear that if she even looked upon him, she would say something more to him. "Apollo, Kahler, please excuse me." She said as she stepped around the pair, though where she was going to go was a mystery. Where would she be able to go to be alone? Someone would find her eventually, just as they had when she was perched upon that bench. The castle was going to be full of people, and the woods, those were out of the question, especially when she was by herself. •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 3:16 pm
  
~Kingdom: Hubris~
~Title: Heir~
~Location: Dining Hall~
Trey overturned his silverware between his fingers as he listened to Autumn, glimpsing her way as she refreshed his memory. ”Ah, but of course, forgive me, it must have slipped my mind,” a light grin pulled at the corners of his lips as he threw the jesters another brief glance. ”I am pleased to hear that you are both getting along, a marriage tends to fall apart otherwise,” he analyzed her expression in a casual manner as if trying to decipher any flaws in her voice – anything that would give her away. He wouldn’t nose around though; he would merely study the situation from a distance. ”That’s right, when was the last time you were there?” He asked, wondering why she was absent for such a long time.
His gaze once again returned to the fork between his fingers as he continued to overturn it silently. ”Yes, that is my term of endearment for Veritas,” he laughed quietly, knowing very well that others had deemed him much harsher nicknames. ”Well, to be quite frank, they probably aren’t pleased with who their children were paired with. They probably don’t find them up to par with their standards. For example, matching virtuous kingdoms with those of sin tends to cause a bit of tension,” he shrugged, looking up at the others that occupied the table.
It was only when he heard Autumn’s final question that the silverware slipped from his grasp, clanging against the table. His head snapped in her direction, a crease forming between his brows and ruining the previously pacified expression that he had been wearing. He gave a small shake of his head before muttering a simple statement ”Another time,” he mouthed, turning to look at his mother as she turned to face him. This was fixable, surely it was.
 
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 3:22 pm
 The Mistress of Hubris - Dining Hall
Ileana let the diamond shard slip through her fingers as her honey-glazed orbs shifted towards the entrance to examine the new arrivals. She could see Ella there; in the company of the previous man…cat…whatever the creature was. He was a curious character to behold and she found herself inspecting him for a moment, wondering why his coat was sanguine-colored.
It didn’t take much to draw her back into reality, turning her head as she heard Autumn’s voice rise a few decibels. Fiance. The singular word brought on a wave of curiosity as she tilted her head towards Trey instead. ”That’s right, how could I forget about the arrangement,” there was a bit of distaste in her voice – obviously displeased with the fact that her ‘baby’ was to be wed arbitrarily. ”Where is she darling? I would love to meet her,” she forced a small smile, waiting for him to respond. ”I was told that she hailed from Fortitude, and I see that the King and Queen are here…” she pointed out, glimpsing their way.
The heir released a silent exhale as he stared at his mother for a moment. ”She must be around here somewhere…” he lied yet again; this was going to get old fast. Ileana’s eyes narrowed a bit as she eyed Trey ”Quite rude of her to miss dinner when her parents have arrived just recently..perhaps you should call on her,” she suggested, insisting on meeting her.
Trey was running out of excuses fast, but he didn’t want to tell her the truth either. He was thankful for a distraction when he heard a raspy voice fill the dining hall, lifting his head to see a dark figure towering over the royals as if to harm them. His body tensed as his hand flew towards his sheathed sword, eyes wide with shock. It seemed that it had at least drawn his mother’s attention as well, but for how long?
[OOC: Just to clarify, Ileana is merely the King of Hubris’ mistress, seeing as he doesn’t have a queen. He just has a lot of booty calls. XD]
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 5:50 pm
 ∮The Countess∮ I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined Searching for Nikolai Three days. Three days, and while everyone else seemed to have recovered from what had transpired during the Catacombs, the future queen of Prudence was still left trembling. Those devices, the pain she felt still weakened her knees, still haunted her thoughts. Every time her eyelids fell heavy over her irises, she saw them, felt their pain, and lived their memories. Her blue eyes stared back at her in the reflective glass that hung beautifully over her armoire, her distress not a notable feature. No, outwardly, her visage was perfect, no hair out of place, no crease in her garbs. Milani was the picture of perfection, exactly as would be expected of her. Never would she disappoint, not when, in their rigid society, appearances were everything.
Hesitantly, she allowed her eyes to peel off of the décor of her quarters, and ventured to gaze out the window. She'd gotten the announcement; her future in-laws would be visiting. If she hadn't thought that the sight of Nikolai would have made her burst into tears, seeking comfort for their former endeavors, if she hadn't known that they'd once again be at each other's throats, the somewhat tender moment they'd shared in the midst of terror forgotten as soon as they were forced to consort with one another. He'd proven to her, that deeply rooted inside of him... somewhere, very deep down, Nikolai had the workings for a decent leader. No, he'd never be his brother, who had been raised and trained, the way she was, to head the country, to sit at the throne. But perhaps, she was too quick to judge him. Perhaps, he wouldn't be a complete failure, as the kingdom originally thought. Marriage to the man would likely not be enjoyable; the prince grated under her skin the way no one else had been able to. He made her lose her cool, forget her reserve. And anger tended to broil just beneath the surface of her flesh.
She'd never admit it out loud; he'd never know that her opinion him had raised by the slightest fraction while they'd been down there. He'd held fast, shown valor she wouldn't have thought possible. And because of it, she couldn't face him. Because his fiance, his begrudging betrothed, was still in shambles. Milani drew in a sharp breath as Prudence's emblem made its way to the castle, her eyes catching the proud flag waving gallantly above the carriage. Her hands wrung in and out nervously, and she wondered if Nikolai was somewhere, avoiding the whole situation.
The proper appearance of the couple would be for the pair to greet his parents together, his feet just a few before her own, not touching. No, no. The prudes never showed affection publically. They'd stand close to each other; she could see him screwing it up, either standing too far apart, shunning her with a silent gesture, or actually laying a claim to her. Though, given the venomous relationship the pair held for each other, the latter, thankfully would never come to be as anything more than a frivolous idea.
Her feet unwillingly carried her out of her private quarters, and to the dining hall, in effort to find her intended. “Nikolai... please be agreeable.” She whispered more to herself than to anyone else. Secretly she knew... that asking this would be no small miracle.
Fedora had made it blatantly obvious that she pitied the countess, because in her eyes, Milani was unwavering. Perfect. And her son was not. Milani had been groomed for the role she was to assume, and would be the epitome of what a true queen should be. Nikolai... was not even close to what Fedora would have chosen for Eric's predecessor.
“Because it will be hell otherwise.”
Now, to locate him...
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned ∮Milani DeWinters∮
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 5:57 pm
Location:Dinning HallxxxxxKingdom: HubrisxxxxxRank: Countess
xxxxxxxI guess I should be ashamed... The woman nodded to Trey’s words, her demeanor turning a tad more sorrowful. Not in the way that she was obviously upset but in the way that she might have been giving off a subtle feeling of regret concerning her betrothed. A marriage where the two involved had a dislike of each other might indeed fall apart. However, would a marriage that had little or no feeling do the same? What was the difference between the absence of love and the presence of hate though? That question was something that plagued the Countess almost daily lately, a question she wasn’t sure she wanted to contemplate. Her smile lessened somewhat at the mention of her last visit. The reason it had been so long? Well, another thing to blame on James though in reality it was not entirely his fault. Just mostly. He was so insistent on not attending her bi-annual visit with her relatives that she had grown tired of badgering him to come and consequently let it slip her mind when the time came. But really, two years had been too long. In fact, she wasn’t even sure that she had seen everyone on her last visit. I suppose it’s been a year or so since I’ve been to the castle. If I recall, I might have missed you that trip. There was a bit of hesitation in her words. She didn’t really remember and chided herself for the folly though her mood seemed to brighten as she spoke of things other than James.
Virtuous kingdoms paired with Sinful ones? What was this nonsense? Something that the god of this castle thought up? Was that why things seemed to be so…unfortunate for most of the guests here? It would make sense that if everyone was unpleased with the arrangements that something would be done to absolve it but if they were not the ones pulling the strings then…she supposed it made sense. But at his cue, Autumn allowed her eyes to slip back to the Mistress for a moment before back to Trey. She decided that for now, her confusion about the arrangements would have to be unsatisfied. The woman silently cursed herself for being louder than necessary, her prayers unanswered as Ileana picked up on her words. Her shoulders sunk ever so slightly in disappointment as she shot a glance of apology towards the Heir.
FOR LUST!
She stiffened for a moment, her gaze was drawn towards the shout, wariness in her eyes though clearly not nearly enough to be considered a normal reaction to an assassin. Now her illusions were out to get other people as well? Had her mind had enough fun in only tormenting her and would now move to others that could not see? She turned back to Trey, confusion in her eyes as he tensed, hand on the hilt of his sword. He saw it too? Alarm blossomed in her features, her gaze snapping back to the Assassin, the jesters forgotten in her mind.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 8:19 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Dining Hall, Can this get anymoere wierder? White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((If what I am about to do appears to be a god-mod or anything, just let me know and I will change it.)) John looked over and noticed his sister had come. He grinned happily and wanted to hug her. However, John didn't want to harm her by accident. After all, her illness probably made her a bit frail. "It is wonderful to see you sister! I am happy you are able to join us! Please, sit down and spend time with the rest of us." John looked over at the jesters(Xard and Claus) and sighed softly. "Just ignore them. They are just doing crazy stuff that isn't helping any of us be enterained." John didn't mean that in an insulting way. He just felt the jesters(Xard and Claus) weren't doing a good job at the moment.
After finishing talking to her, John turned himself back towards the table. His father addressed him soon after. Admittely, John didn't want to turn towards him. A part of him still longed for the days when they weren't disappointed in him. However, he knew that wouldn't change. Not unless he got his voice back. Which I don't think that will be happening anytime soon. Thus, John did turn his head and shook his head. "Her name is Dorian. She is the heir of Avarice." John knew that wouldn't settle well. "I honestly don't know where she is. I have not seen her since three days ago. She could be here in the dining hall, but I don't know where." John admitted truthfully to his father. His parents and him may not have the best relationship, but John wasn't about to ruin what was there by lying.
However, the small plesantry was interputted by a strange figure. A figure coming from the tapestry behind the King and Queen of Prudence. At first, John was shocked Lust would do such a thing. But, a feeling came up his spine that said it wasn't them. The sound of the voice seemed familiar to him, like a long lost enemy. Where have I heard you before? His hand gripped the pouch he hide some throwing knives inside. John's eyes trained on any weak spot. With a common weak spot in mind, John quickly flicked the knife and it stabbed the assassin in the head. It stopped and landed dead on the ground. John lied back against the chair with a smile on his face. His hands behind his head and looked at his family and Haven's fiance. "So, do you all know when the foods coming around? I'm straving." We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:33 pm
Location:Main Hall to the dining hall
Kingdom: Wrath
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“Yees. I hope too. For peepole sake. They no want face mai anger. They must sleep eh-vent-ally.” Somni fell silent as the cat paraded past her and Asmoda. She tilted her head to the side, watching him pull the two women along, speaking in another language. It…seemed familiar? Some parts of it? No. She was mistaken. Most people, if not everyone, were not familiar with her own tongue.
“You should finds a home. Like I did. Et feel bettah. Mhmm. Boot, I sapose you are come-fort-abel with wander-ring. I no know how I feel aboot me-ting this person. If you says they es good, I take your word I sapose.” Somni turned her head away and coughed lightly, letting Asmoda lead her along, using the metal staff in her hand for support while walking. Though coughing, she still listened to Asmoda speak. Occasionally she would give a slight nod of her head to give an acknowledgement she was listening and paying attention to what Asmoda was saying exactly.
“Dark rooms oftin mean inseacurety aboot youself, no way out es locked. Hide something there. Fear and other things,” she said softly, tilting her head downward to think, closing her eyes, trusting Asmoda to guide her about safely. “A voice you know but no know. Peepole oftin say sign of a demon. But…” Somni shook her head. No. This did not sound right. This woman was a demon on the battlefield, yes but her will was strong enough she could probably resist a possession of a minor demon nor ask for help of the gods to have such influence or such a price to pay.
“Et speaks. Et lure you to room. Leave you there. Sound like trade. Dark room es there because you makes et, maybe. No escape, you intend to leave it there in the dark room. But, et finds escape and trades with you. Et kills him. You sees him. Sounds like ill-ushion. Maybe to trade et does this. Make you want room and lock you away, like you did et. Voice find escape, but no escape complately – only little bit. So, et try to lure you back but with torment of his bodeh.” Somni fell quiet and looked back up towards Asmoda.
“Es comman en dreams. But it happen here too. Ev-ery one hides something in that box, ev-ery one has one. What we hide es different though. Maybe what you hide es…bigger now? Happens sometimes. But…” Somni shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe I over analies et.”
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