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 Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:01 pm
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: Grand Dining Hall; No time like the present to make an a** out of myself. Indigo chuckled to himself as the princess offered him a token smile. It was a nice gesture, if a predictable one. She seemed the kind, apologetic type from what he'd seen so far. The kind of person he was for a little while once upon a time, one who would turn away any who would offer help at their own expense. It was funny to him, through all the realms and worlds he'd been too, he'd heard fables of royalty being some insidiously evil monarchy. While occasionally true, he'd noticed that it was more often than not told that way in fiction than it turned out in fact. Then again, considering his personality, he was living testament against that mentality. Sure, he was an odd one, not someone you could really figure out, but whether out of obstinance or genuine personality, that sort of royalty just never rubbed shoulders well with him. Which was why he was occasionally thankful for the trickster archetype he fit into nicely, as it was immensely satisfying to play a practical joke on a royal jackass, be it a serious one that could result in a dethroning, or something as simple as a banana peel or a hog's head on a silver platter instead of whatever meal they expected. That also translated to unpredictability though, which given the circumstances that landed him in the situation he was in today, he was once again quite thankful for.
Scratching his chin in brief contemplation, the Astral shrugged his shoulders. Sure enough, his presence was unexpected, possibly even unwanted, but what was life without risk? He'd sooner jump into a lake of lava and expect good results than live a boring life, as there would be an obscene amount of time to be bored in his case. It took no more than ten seconds for him to make up his mind that he was going to finagle his way in to keep an eye on Madelyne, it was just a matter of how he was going to do so. But, that was part of the fun! Figuring out which insane gambit he'd go on this time, all of which required a fair bit of luck to begin with. How goes the hunt, fair prince? Sitting with a blank expression for a moment, he stifled a laugh before regaining his composure. Alehstrasza, you have exceptional timing, you do know that right? The hunt is about to begin, my large, scaled companion. My thanks for answering my question. Though the drake had only a vague idea what Indigo was talking about, nonetheless he responded, I'm happy to be of assistance. Try not to get on bad terms with too much of the local royalty, would you? You're quite fond of this place and I admit it growing on me, the last thing we could use is military action against us. Heading off in the direction that the three royals took, he waved off his companion's remark while keeping an eye out. You act like I'm not a people person. I'm hurt, offended even... Rounding a corner, he stopped for a moment. Brushing his hair down a bit with his hand, he was going to have to act a bit to sell this one. I admit, you are a people person. Preferably, people with breasts, green eyes and exotic hair, be it natural or otherwise. I know what you're thinking- Cutting him off mid-sentence though, Indigo's tone betrayed he was slightly annoyed, Yes yes, we both know what I'm thinking. Xard is an inter-dimensional demon with immense power and the ability to change his appearance seemingly at will. If my presence lets him know that the lady Madelyne had a shadow and he backs off, then great. While I am using this as an excuse to spend some more time with her, I will return to Kahlimgrad and ask that they prepare The Quickening for me before I let my past mistakes befall her as well. Normally, Indigo was an easy-going, roll with the punches and take it as it comes sort of guy. Very few things were capable of evoking a negative emotional response from him, Alehstrasza just happened to step on a metaphorical landmine. Sighing, he didn't mean to snap at the drake, but before he could apologize, his companion did the speaking for him, Don't apologize. That was my fault, and I am sorry. I didn't mean to evoke any buried memories.
Having settled matters with Alehstrasza, Xakstrazi patted his hair down once more, just for good measure. Wish me luck, I'm likely about to make a royal a** out of myself. As he made his way forward to someone who looked suspiciously like a herald, a voice rang out in his head, It wouldn't be the first time. Stifling a chuckle, his retort came as deadpan as his companion's, Smart a**. "Herald! I request entry." The middle aged man turned to face him and gave the Astral a quick once over, not batting an eye once. This castle must've seen it's share of oddities like himself. "On what grounds?" Raising a brow, he did his best to seem as proper royalty would. "I am Meister Indigo of the Noble House Orizanko, heir to a foreign throne." The herald checked over a roster methodically before sighing. "I don't have you listed. However, royalty from all 'round is here, I suppose this shouldn't surprise me." If not for the fact that it would be a dead giveaway, he would've let out a breath of relief as he was given a makeshift ok. "I suspected as much. I only arrived today, you see. Between the two of us though, I don't much care for acting the part of royalty. You've got my sympathies for having to deal with our ilk as much as you do." This time however, it was the herald who raised a brow in interest. "Ah, Meister Indigo, you said? Yes, here you are. Please, enjoy yourself sir." Saying this, the herald never once took his eyes off Indigo. Chuckling lightly, he couldn't help but smile. This wasn’t quite how he planned for this to go down, but hey, improvising was one of his specialties. "Hah, you're alright. I'll see if I can't score you a bottle of wine on my way out. My thanks for the entry, herald." His request was met with a silent nod and smile portraying his approval.
"Now presenting his royal highness and heir to the throne, Meister Indigo Orizanko." Indigo almost regretted not having his coat on now, given that he was being announced as royalty and nary did he look the part. In retrospect, I probably should've requested he not announce my arrival... Ah hell. If you're gonna' go, make a splash. Besides, while it may not have looked particularly dashing to go as he did, he looked more the part of a warrior prince unaccustomed to the situation he found himself in. While technically true, he would have to act with the best of them in order to come out smelling like roses after this. One thing he was pleased with though was that as his name was called, the lady Madelyne would almost surely turn to see if what she heard were true. Keeping silent as he made his way through the crowd of royalty, occasionally nodding at the odd prince or princess. His best bet in this case was to keep quiet and act like he belonged in spite of how much his mind detested this situation, forced to cavort with nobility like himself only in status. As he made his way through the crowds, a pair of tables caught his eyes. Elegant as they came, and from the Blacksmith's standpoint, he could appreciate the amount of work it must've taken to carve out every gorgeous detail. He would've been impressed had the standards not been raised by the fact that he was in a God's castle, dining amongst the rulers of many nations. However, he also noticed a segregation at the tables. As he recalled, some of the nations were of a virtuous notion, while the others donned the cloak of sin. He took a moment to study them as well as the people that populated them before making his way to a small group of royalty that seemed to dress to be noticed. "'Scuse me for interrupting, I don't believe we've met. Meister Orizanko, pleasure to meet you." While he normally wouldn't just meander up to anyone, it was that or make it abundantly clear to a trained eye that he truly didn't belong.
After a short conversation, the Dragoon caught a quick glance of the princess he saw with Madelyne earlier. There, to her left, was just the lady he wanted to see. Scanning around her, he easily picked out their king and began formulating a plan- something that could get him in good graces, or at least close enough for a brief word with the red-headed princess. Excusing himself from the visiting nobility, he had to politely decline an invitation to return home with them, as the two duchesses seemed quite taken with him. At least he had his wings strapped down, the last thing he needed was them to cause any ruckus. Making his way at a calm pace to Madelyne, he passed her by in favor of the king. "Your majesty, it is an honour." Bowing as he said this, if he didn't earn the right to a drink or two, he would be sorely unimpressed. "I bring tidings of good will from both my mother and father, the king and queen. They speak very highly of you, an honourable man of great stature and moral fibre. A true king, one who looks out for his people instead of his throne. They requested that I get you a gift on my travels here, but I could think of nothing befitting of a man blessed such as yourself, so instead I bring some things of my personal collection..." Producing a bottle from the pouch that rested at his back next to his Blade, he held it in both hands to the king. "A token gift, the finest wine I've seen, in the neighbourhood of almost two hundred years old if I'm not mistaken." It was a shame to have to give this away, he'd been looking forward to a night of celebration spent on that bottle's behalf, but it was arguable that this was just as good a use of it. Placing the bottle on the table in front of the king, he reached back to his pouch once more, ready to kick himself for what he was about to do. He returned his hand clasped before opening it to the king, revealing a ring embedded with a gem of the deepest hues that shined magnificently in light. "A ring of Lapis Lazuli infused with Deifacted Magicite, a gem from our crown." It took him something like twenty years to gather up the proper steels for a ring of such beauty, adding another ten years to get his hands on top-grade Lapis Lazuli as well as Magicite. At this point though, it was just a matter of how much deceit he could weave to keep himself out of trouble and close to the princess. For safe keeping, of course, it's not like Indigo would take advantage of such a situation... OOC:
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:55 pm
Location: Hallway then meandering toward the kitchen. Look out servants, here she comes!
Title: Servant
Kingdom: Hubris
Ella looked a little flustered after the man before her had said that there was nothing on her face, but rather he was wondering why the floor was so interesting. The floor? No the floor was not interesting at all, but what else could she stare at? His face? His clothes? Into his eyes? All of these things were not something a good little obedient servant did. And she certainly fit the ‘obedient’ part, almost like a well trained dog.
Feeling a little foolish that someone called her out on her obvious lack of eye contact, Ella felt compelled to the tell the truth: “Sorry sir, the floor is very dull I’m afraid. Its just, I was told not to look directly at someone of a higher status unless directed to. I would not want to offend you, nor do I wish to get into trouble.”
She looked up at him briefly, to show that she meant no disrespect in staring at the floor, it was just something she did. But what really made her eyes focus on the man before her was when he talked about his family, how he really didn’t know his birth family because the ones that had raised him had been killed. Ella’s eyes widened a bit at ‘dead’ and ‘assassins’. “Oh my…” she breathed, feeling a pang of sorrow for the young man in front of her. “I am sorry for your loss, Sire.” Ella bowed her head again, this time in sadness. She knew how it felt to have loved ones taken from you, even if she didn’t know if hers were dead or not. After he had spoken about his family being murdered, he seemed a bit distant from Ella. Did he look to the side and away from her? Perhaps she had hit a nerve with him, making him talk about his family. This thought made Ella panic a bit as she tried very hard to think of something to say other than ‘I’m sorry’ because she had already stated that.
But she didn’t have to say anything. The man asked to be taken to the kitchen, through the servant’s entrance. Ella blinked. “Um, yes there are many ways to get to the dinning room and kitchen, one of them being a servant’s entrance. If you truly do not wish to see any of the other people in the castle just yet I can take you that way. It may be a bit busy with people coming and going so watch your step, please.” She said before he mentioned that he ‘woulnd’t bite’. The servant girl let out a small giggle “I promise to find you some food, Sire, before you feel the need to bite.” She wasn’t sure if this was a bad thing to say. She didn’t even know the man’s name. Then it hit her: She didn’t even know the man’s name nor what Kingdom he was from! ‘Oh how rude of me not to ask!’ she thought while leading the man through the hallways toward the back entrance of the kitchen.
While continuing to walk, making sure she took the quickest path with the least amount of servant traffic to the kitchen, Ella looked over her shoulder a bit. “Beg your pardon Sire, but may I ask your name? The staff in the kitchen are going to want to know who I am bringing in, especially since you do not quite fit the appearance of a servant.” It was true, Ella was gonna walk in and someone was gonna be all over her about bringing a royal into the kitchen.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:10 am
 Ӄῐηɠɖѻɱ: Avarice
Ƚѻҫӓʈΐѻη: Veritas Kingdom - Inside the Dining Hall
Ɍӓηҟ: Heir 
He whispered to her… And she showed no outward expression that she’d heard anything at all—Her aloof, disinterested gaze remaining as brilliant aquamarine eyes surveyed those in the dining hall… Her gazes were brief, no more than a coquettish flicker of long dusky lashes… It could be assumed that she was simply gazing about the eloquence of the room… Innocently taking it all in.
Except that, what could be said…. And what she was truly doing… Were two entirely different things. She was assessing the room… Making the secret lines between Kingdom’s that her advisor’s had so reverently spoken of. Her exotic gaze lingered a little longer than it should have on the King of Humility. He was her enemy… It made her wonder, to some aspect… Why she didn’t see a guard-set about him? Surely he understood the dangers…
Or was he so confident in himself that he traveled and walked the halls of this cursed castle without any kind of safekeeping? Or were his safeguards hidden from sight? It tempted her then…To give the order to her Vice Marshal, that he needed to be removed from the chess board...To save her beloved Father the trouble… But as he grew distracted, looking towards the door…So did she.
Domini mentally said a word of curse… She’d forgotten, his children for a moment. His Heir, would be sufficient protection enough…Insurance. But…His Heir could be useful to her own purposes. Only time could tell… For the time being, the King would remain untouched by her hand or the very long arm of her law. Most individuals likely thought that none from warring Houses would be so bold as to try and assassinate the heads of one another on what was said to be neutral ground… Except, she thought wryly… For the hired swords that were already doing so.
She wondered idly, if the rest were entirely in fear of the Lord, play acting as governess to a motley group of ill-bred royals. Were they all so willing to dine in the same room with their enemy?
Domini knew that her Father had yet to decide what to do about the war with Humility. It wasn’t his war… It was a Cambion folly. But it was the people of Avarice that had suffered the war… Had suffered the fighting, the loss… The pain, that came with losing a husband and son… A wife, or daughter. Would they want to end the war? Or were they so wrapped up in it now… That there was no turning back?
She reached under the table and lay soft fingers to Fandral for a moment… Gathering his attention. The Page had just entered… And he looked a little green around the gills. He moved towards the front of the hall, and Domini pretended adequately not to notice his existence... Turning her head to smile sweetly at her Vice Marshal. It was a disarming, soft glance that hid the wicked amusement she found at the whole situation. “Be sure not to injure my guard beyond repair… They are new, to such a high state of alert… But they will adjust. You will be their professor in all things. I trust you to guide them.”
She felt a distinct feeling of victory bubbling just beneath her sternum. She would bring absolute ruin to the Cambion whore and all that still followed her. She would bring them to the brink of insanity and back… Only to it again. And again. Her eyes flickered towards the Page as he neared the middle of the room…But retuned to Fandral… “Tell me…What will you dine on this evening?”
Domini smiled for a moment, for a split second her pearly white teeth flashing in such a way that it seemed nigh wolfish… Before it was quickly hidden behind rose colored lips that remained tilted with a doe-eyed entertainment. They turned towards a delicate waterfall of striking fruits on the runner—And she plucked up a red berry, pressing it against equally red lips… “I hear the entertainment, is quite good.”
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 12:51 pm
 Amidst the Castle, with DanteThe boy... wouldn't be much fun to mess with if he were just that – a mere child in the span of this castle. No one was waiting for him yet... else it might have been. “Little boy.” She cooed, pushing the hair back from her eyes. “You're a prince, but of much too young of blood for me to take seriously.” With a wave of her hand, she aged him, not at all worried about the boy's mental state. “You are just one of many, that will feel the effects of my ire with your darling host.” She spat out, completely cold.
“Oh yes... I have so much in store for him... Trouble's brewing, and will be kept well in stock. Ta ta.” With that, Minerva left Dante where he was, aged to be just under twenty years, left to try and figure out just what she'd done. And, there was no going back. Those years he lost... it was just a shame really. Not to her, but for Dante, who's youth she'd usurped, and added to her own.
She had much bigger things to do... had to do something so monumental, it'd take him a while to figure out. Because he'd not lock her away again if she'd done something awful. A knowing, wicked grin came to her features, and a velvet laugh escaped her throat. “This is what you get, Veritas.” She quickly set to work, no doubt certain that Veritas would be receiving news of what she'd done to his sap of a gardener. And by the time he found her, it'd be too late to stop what she was to do to his guests.
"It will take you forever to figure it out, because I'm hiding the key, to those that no one usually sees."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 5:20 pm
 - ʆʊςɐʂ Ӎɐʂʈεrʂoɳ - ▀ ▄▀ ▄▀ ▄▀ ▄▀ ▄ Kingdom: Wrath
Rank: Youngest Prince
Location: Dealing with a bit of jealous nature..
The muffled words of Lincoln passed through the pounding in Lucas’ ears as he stared helplessly at Lorelei. He was not ready to see her, not ready to face the pain that hummed through his chest or the anger that brewed in his gut. Already the young prince could feel the beast as it began to claw at his claw at his skin and fight against it’s muzzle. It took nearly all of the Prince’s strenght to push the creature down into submission and to silence it’s muffled roars. He could not afford to loose controle not with so many males near, one of which being his brother. Even that would not matter if his wrath was released he would attack anyone he thought a threat. That had been proven when his sister had tried to stop him and he had attacked her and now her skin was stained with the reminder. A reminder to how greatly important it was to keep his beast under lock and key.
A low growl escaped his lips as he felt weight upon his shoulders and a flash of crimson swept across his dark orbs as they flickered to the one who dared to lay a hand on him. Only to realize that it was his brother who placed firm hands upon his shoulders. The younger Masterson gave his brother an apologetic smile as the pounding in his ears silenced and he turned all of his attetion to his older sibling, using him as a distraction from the Princess of Lust.
“Do not worry about it. Thanfully I was wearing a red over coat and it does not show that much.” He said as Lincoln with drew his hand and Lucas glanced at the blood that stained his jacket. Giving it no further thought as something caught his attetion, a word that he knew he should pay close attetion to. It took him a moment before he remembered the childhood code and smiled faintly at the memories that came with it. When they were children it was mostly he who used the word and Lincoln would never fail in coming to his aid. Yet now it was not his older brother coming to save him, now it was Lincoln asking for help he was sure of it and as he took in his brothers form he noticed something was not quiet right.
Although the Heir seemed calm he looked in truth rather ridged and it wasn’t from the wound on his arm. Lucas knew his brother had a pain tolerance and that even with the amount he was in he would not allow it to bother him that much. Moments like this he wished that he had the same link with Lincoln that his sister had with him, but sadly he was not gifted in such ways. Till a formilar melody reached his ears and stired his beast. His dark orbs looked over his brothers shoulder and knew exactly what was causeing his brother to be in distress.
He narrowed his gaze as she turned her attensions toward the other gentalman, one that Lucas was not formilar with but by the way he was dressed and carried himself the prince was certain he was royal. The song of the siren thick in her cords as she openly teased the man. Another growl rumbled in his chest as jealously seeped into his heart and the beast with in began to fight against the it’s muzzle ones more. Demanding to be free, to sweep the princess from her feet and take her far from them, far from the males. But before he could say anything the group began to move forward at the announcement that Sokar needed a bit of cloathing.
Lucas glanced to his brother ones more and looked at the wound on his arm as the General inquired as to where it came from. His head turned back to the man who asked the question. “Do you think that is really appropriate?” He asked in defense of his brother.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 5:30 pm
 XARD, THE DAEMONIC SORCERORLocation: Hello, Soren
Kingdom: That one really, really old guy.
Rank: Impersonator
Wearing This: Lincoln MastersonAs the knight and the prince, not really a prince, walked together, the knight spoke of a flesh eating virus that caused necrosis of infected limbs. He put up a shocked facade at hearing such news, "I have never heard of such conditions. To think that one could resemble the living dead from an untreated wound or poisonous bite. I would hope they are mere stories to scare children, so they watch what they do when they play."There was a venom that a particular spider held within its fangs that did the same thing. The komodo dragon did something similar, but it was not venom but bacteria from its mouth. It could rot away a the meat off of bones in day or less. Both were exceptionally lethal and nasty experiences to go through. Xard himself gave doses to some victims of his that really aggravated him. The ones that fought on and on...and on for a loved one; Xard tortured very evil men and women with necrosis that no longer held a purpose. He was a devil from the Seventh realm of Hell, so one of his duties was punishing the most wicked for their despicable deeds. When Soren mentioned the God's demented humor, Xard laughed internally. Veritas was one of the more fun deities that he had the luck of working with. He believed the God thought the same. Why else would he allow such a dangerous devil run around his castle and using his guests as his play things. They shared toys to put it lightly. "Undoubtedly he does. The catacombs and his spell made to pair people together were the greatest evidence that the Lord, Veritas, finds the utmost enjoyment in playing with those he created. These halls are one of his uh...mini-games, I guess you could call. Since we will be here till the wars end, I would presume that he has many activities] planned for us. I hope it is more combat oriented next time through. Mazes are not my expertise," said the prince with some bitterness in his voice. He did not seem to like being toyed with. Xard on the other hand loved new, innovative ideas. Especially ones he could get behind, manipulate, and take for his own for future events. In another world he created this bureau for metal, motorized vehicles called the, "DMV," or the, "Department of Motorized Vehicles." He created many, many forms one had to fill out just to get licensed. This was on top of the terrible customer service, long waiting lines, and, what he deemed, the proper way one should drive their vehicles. Oh how he loved to see the people that were subjected to this unique form of torture squirm and complain. If one stepped away and looked at the big picture, the DMV was its own form of cruel and unusual punishment for living. So when you have to stroll down to that horrible place, thank Xard for thinking about you.
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