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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 9:30 am
First post is to include the time of the first story, and the setting. Others are free to reply in this as a makeshift sidethread.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 9:11 pm
Amarenth Soren Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: Random hallways of the Envy Royal Family’s Castle Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light ((Three years ago, Soren’s First Day as Royal Bodyguard for the Envy Royal Family )) The twenty seven year old walked around the foreign place. Well, calling the castle of the Envian family foreign was a bit off. But, it felt different now as her blue orbs looked along the hallways. Instead of this place being the place she occasionally came to, it would now become her prison. This was because the higher ups in the Military had decided Soren would be of better use as a bodyguard than as a solider out in the field. The knight did not understand this at all! She had proven her use over and over again! It was true that her feminine body had limits that males did not. But, Soren had been in the military for over thirteen years! Hadn’t she done enough to prove that she was an effective warrior? That was she meant to be out with the other soldiers, not here babysitting the Royal Children? While this did mean she could be with her friend Mary more, it did not settle right with the ‘mutt’. Is this their idea of trying not to have their male egos hurt by a female being better than them?
A sigh left her lips as her eyes kept darting around the place. Sometimes, the knight would focus on the material that made up the walls. Other times, she would focus on the paintings that decorated the dull hallways. Now though, Soren found her gaze looking towards the room at the end of the hallway. While she wasn’t sure what it was right away, she had a good feeling it was the entrance hall. Well, guess that is a good starting point to finding the princes and princesses I’m supposed to be guarding…Thus, Soren made her way towards the room ahead of her with a calm, but rushed pace. Once there, her hands found themselves resting against her hips. Her sword lied against her back, the strips supporting it wrapping around her abdomen. Normally, one of her hands would be carrying her guitar with her in the little case her aunt had given her. However, reluctantly, Soren had left the guitar in her room. At this moment though, the knight wished she had it with her. It had almost become a sort of security blanket when she had no one around to ease her troubled mind. You don’t want them to get them to the wrong impression my a**…
She stood there, circling around in the same spot as she tried to figure out where to go from here. Admittedly, Soren didn’t know much about any of the children of the King and Queen of Envy. All she knew was the basics. There was the heir, Nathaniel. He was considered the perfect heir due to his sweet disposition. But, Soren wasn’t about to believe someone could have that kind of disposition until she saw him for herself. Then again, that was her inner cynical jealous talking. The other son, named Altonair, was the second son of the family. Supposedly, he was kind of like an ambassador in some ways. However, that was all hear say to her. Then, there was the eldest sister, Rosalie. Admittedly, Soren was quite clueless about her. She had heard something about her having some kind of training in the arts of fighting. But, how much she had received was unknown to Soren. I just hope what she knows won’t turn out to be useless. After that, the only other child the knight could recall was Evony. If she remembered correctly, Evony was much younger than the other three children. Thus, Soren knew she would have to control her sharp tongue around the young one. Then again, I’m post to control my tongue around all of them…
As the knight faced the staircase, she thought she heard footsteps coming towards her. Soon, she knew they were footsteps as the sounds of shoes hitting the ground reached her ears. The knight turned just in time to see her friend wrapping her arms around Soren. “It is you! I had heard from some of the other servants you had returned, but I needed to see for myself!” Soren couldn’t help but smile warmly at the woman that was her best friend. It was times like these that she almost forgot Mary was actually older than her by a couple of years. Because right then, Soren felt like an older sister looking at their younger sister for the first time in ages. Before speaking, she returned the hug and let her arms fall to her side.
“It is nice to see you as well. Tell me sister, do you know where I can happen to find the Princes and Princesses of Envy around here?” Soren watched as Mary shook her head slightly.
“Sorry Soren. I can only give you a general idea of where you might find them…But…does that mean what you said in the letter was true? I kind of thought you were bluffing.” I wish I was. The knight shrugged and shook her head, a frown forming on her face.
“Nope. I’m officially a royal body guard. Now you said you had general ideas of where they might be?” The servant nodded, a friendly smile on her face.
“Well, I should say I only have a good idea as to where you may find the younger princess, Princess Evony. By what I know of, she has been shown to be quite fond of the garden. So, you might find her there.” Soren smiled back at her friend. Genuine smiles from the knight were rare. Not because she was incapable of smiling in such a manner, but because she never felt like it. Most of the time, she would just slightly smirk or give a subtle smile. However, friends like Mary were always the exception to most of her rules.
“Thanks. I should get going before someone chides me for not looking after them.” With a parting wave, Soren started up the stairs and picked a random direction. Unfortunately, the knight had one trait that was quite infamous amongst the male race. The trait of not asking people for directions. Thus, Soren soon found herself lost amongst the many hallways. Damn it! I think I took a wrong turn back at the entrance hall…I think I should have gone right instead of left…While the castle wasn’t insanely huge, it was still possible to get lost in this place, especially when that lost someone wasn’t familiar with the whole castle. Great! Royal body guard gets lost on their first day of work! How stupid of me! However, the knight kept on moving, not wanting to appear lost. But, it didn’t take a trained eye to notice her furrowed eyebrows and intense blue orbs searching for something. Let’s hope I find it before someone finds me… Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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)(Over.Dose.On.Cyanide)( Crew
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 12:26 am
Challenge Two
Minerva is at it again, playing with the lives of those who are currently living in Veritas castle for her own amusement. She has cast another spell over the castle, switching the men to women, and women to men. Oh the trouble this will cause.
If you don't get it, if your character is a guy he will now be magically transformed into a woman and vise versea. Let the freaking out ensue.
)( I think this idea was given to us by one of you out there, and for the life of me I can't find it, else I would credit you for the idea. )(
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 9:38 am
((OOC: This little aside courtesy of Minerva’s mischievousness is occurring a little before dinner, on the basis of being in an alternate dimension. Perhaps Lincoln never had a battle with Xard, and perhaps Evony had not strolled the gardens earlier in the evening.....))
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: before dinner, hallways, outside Evony's room
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
- William Blake
Making sure he looked presentable in his rooms full length mirror, Lincoln stepped out with a sure walk. He was not one to fret about his appearance, but he did not want to look sloppy or hurried for dinner. Grooming had its place, and with hair of his length, it did need attention once in a while. But unlike his bodyguard Terasyn, who wore his hair longer than his thighs sometimes, Lincoln preferred it much shorter, just past his shoulders for the most part. It was long enough to be personally pleasing, yet short enough not to get in his way. He was wearing his more formal clothing, replacing his armor to wear one of his black, long, double breasted coats, over a dress shirt and pants of similar make. They were not very dissimilar from clothing an army officer might wear, but they did have a flair of fashion that portrayed his royal status.
Walking through the hallways in an attempt to find the dining hall, he realized after a few minutes that he had walked past the same hallway at least twice from what he’d noticed. Grinding his teeth for a minute, he paused to try to figure out why he couldn’t get past this area. Giving it a closer inspection he realized it was familiar. Hadn’t he escorted the young Evony to her room, which was that door over there? Wondering about the reasons that the hall, Veritas, or even he (unconsciously) had for him seeing Evony before dinner: he shrugged the thoughts and decided to make the best of it.
Knocking on the door sharply, but not too harshly, he announced himself, “Fraulein? It is Lincoln Masterson. I would like to escort you to dinner if you have a taste for it.” He waited for a minute, not wishing to rush the young girl if she was still getting ready, as many females liked to take a while to do. Not having heard any response, he deduced that the young princess had all ready left, or was not in the mood for dinner perhaps.
About to turn around to continue his way, the Wrathian heir had to place a hand against the door, a little roughly, to support himself when his body suddenly felt as if he had run out of air. His lungs no longer felt connected to his nose and mouth, causing them to burn as if they had been compressed, leaving him with no air even inside them. The strange attack left him as immediately as it had come, and he gasped for air, trying to figure out what had just happened. Had someone cast a spell on him? Was this merely a side effect of his being ‘non-alive’? More bewildered and ungrounded than actually upset (though surely it would come in time), he managed to catch his breath and stand up straight. Puzzled, he considered knocking again at the door, worried that perhaps Evony (if she was actually inside) might have been hurt by whatever magic this was.
The blond heir took a step closer to the door, to enable him to knock a bit louder in case she was asleep or farther from the door than the entryway, and looked down at his boot. It was the same pair he had put on when he’d left his room, but felt rather heavier and roomier. A very bizarre observation, but there it was. His coat seemed a bit loose and untidy on his chest, and he tugged at the material nearer his waist to straighten it out. However, instead of doing so, he felt the distinct sensation of the coat sliding against his chest, though that didn’t make sense.
The heir did not realize the full scheme of Minerva’s spell, as he did not realize his facial features and shape had softened, or that his hair had seemed to grow much longer than it was just a few seconds previous. Not to mention several other parts that had been reshapened as per the spell’s details. He tried to push the observations he made away for the moment, and knocked more urgently on the door (wondering now why his gloves felt looser than before as well). “Fraulein--” he stopped at the first word, hand to his throat as he became concerned about the way his voice did not sound like its normal baritone. While he had heard the severe difference, his brain refused to make the deduction, not having enough clues nor even belief that such an act that had been perpetrated was even possible.
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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