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 Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 6:31 pm
Ruehl considered the mage's words for a moment. He really didn't want to go find that violet-haired boy again. It seemed almost as if the runt had a th... no, that couldn't be. Haar wouldn't ever fall for that Storms boy. That was ridiculous. On the other hand, it seemed as if Alti might be his closest lead to finding Shay. Right when he was about to thank Ceris for his help and head off, Ruehl found himself with a huge surprise.
'Xel?!'
Indeed the knight had come up and blurted out profoundly useful information for once. Ruehl had wanted him to continue, but when he suddenly halted, the prince glanced at the nonverbal exchange he seemed to be excluded from between Ceris and Xel. When Xel suddenly fell completely exhausted and 'injured', Ruehl wasn't fooled. He jumped at the opportunity to interject. "Oh no! I think not! Xel- if you could spar with Haar at the drop of a hat, you aren't going to faint from a mere jog and sparring sprains 24 hours old. Finish your thoughts, now!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 7:31 pm
[[Oh Xel, what have you done?]]
Xel straightened up with a frown. "Oh, really it was nothing. I suppose I shouldn't really be making a joke about Haar again. The man deserves at least his friends to talk nicely when he's not around, right?" The knight asked with a quirk of his lips. Brushing a hand through dark green hair, the brown eyed knight continued, "I just ran into Haar this morning in...how should I put this, a rather compromising position," he said with a laugh, eying Ceris with a smirk.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 6:29 pm
Ruehl was not satisfied by the knight's lack of detail. While this meant Xel had an idea where Haar had last been seen, the prince didn't like the idea of 'compromising position' with anyone but...
He decided to postpone those feelings until he at least found the Commander.
There was a certain ease to it all for the seemingly carefree heat manipulator. To smile, to joke, to be loyal.
And to lie.
Lying came most easily to Malachai. He could laugh it off, make a joke of something, even tell one with straight face. It was an art, and he was the artist: quite similar as to how he tamed the elusive energy force of heat.
So when the Judges asked him, 'Malachai, are you loyal to the royal family?'
Malachai responded, "I have always been and will continue to be. They are my family."
Or when the Judges asked him, 'Do you know anything of your adopted brother's desire to abdicate?'
Malachai responded, "That's ridiculous. Ruehl would never abdicate. He's never mentioned such a thing to me!"
And when the Judges questioned, "Can you think of anyone who'd have reason to harm the royal family?"
Malachai returned, "No, of course not. We are well-loved by our people and I can't think of how violence over diplomacy solves anything."
How a poor artist would have cracked under pressure!
But Prince Malachai is a great artist, and great artists do not falter.
Muertian did not take rejection well. With his status and money, he'd rarely encountered it. He raised his brows at the stubborn boy with mild annoyance and folded his arms. "Fine. If you're so keen on healing yourself, then go right ahead. But do it, right here, right now, so that I can watch you faint from exhaustion afterwards. Once you faint, I'll have to find the healing house on my own, and you'll be in even worse shape. You might as well just let us take you there now. "
"Oh," was the soft, lame reply the teen could manage. He'd forgotten Jillian didn't grow up in the Death Kingdom, and his eyes fell on the heavy coat in recognition. Feeling what he supposed some people might call 'humbled,' but what Faryn still considered borderline humiliation, he took the coat and slung it over his shoulders. The prince found the safest place to avert his gaze to be the menu. He remained silent for a while, his mind solely processing his food decision.
"I'm going to get pasta. I don't think I can eat fish for a while after that trip."
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 9:28 pm
A deep flush of crimson formed on the boy's cheeks at the other's statement. He knew he was... pretty much a failure at healing. In fact, he probably would faint from healing even such minor wounds.... But still he deliberated for several more moments before, finally, he gave one small, concenting nod. In that small movement was the weight of one who had last a battle of pride with himself.
"A-alright...." he murmured, dark brow furrowed over his golden eyes. "I... I'll go....." If he had had the presence of mind to think about it, he might have found the irony in this statement -- after all, it was Alti, not Muertian, who knew where the healers' was. But, for now at least, the halfblood teen's mind was focused primarily on the waning hope that Xel wouldn't be there with Ceris..... The thought that someone far less convenient could be there never crossed his mind.
With a motion of his hand, Alti departed through the crowd, keeping his pace down so it would be easy to follow. Rosaline glanced up at Muertian for a moment before he started off in pace with his... friend...? escort? Rosaline wasn't really sure at this point.....
The trip to the healers' didn't take all that long. Fortunately, the way had been easy enough for Alti to remember -- he had just gone there recently enough and it was a pretty central location. Within fifteen minutes, they had arrived at the building. "This... this is it," Alti murmured, brow furrowed, before he raised a hand to knock on the door.
((Can't remember if Xel and the others are outside or inside... well, whatever. 8D;;; ))
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Jillian frowned softly. It seemed that no matter what he did, the actions that most saw as "charming" or "generous" left nothing but negative impressions upon Faryn..... Sometimes... sometimes Jillian didn't really understand the boy... but he wanted to, badly. He only hoped he wasn't too late and that he could, indeed, win the bet he had wagered with the silvery-haired teen.
But at the other's latter comment, a small smile formed on the diplomat's lips. He nodded slowly and murmured, "Sounds good to me...." Near-black orbs scanned the menu, noting the many... different options. Much of the types of fish they had were the same, though some when by slightly different names.... but the herbs were strikingly different, though all the names sounded so incredibly familiar to the mint-haired teen.....
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 11:40 am
Muertian felt triumphant that Alti had agreed to go to the Healing House... or wherever he was now leading he and Rosaline. He followed the violet-haired teen's steps at a comfortable distance. Despite the swarm of people at the festival, their close distance and that bob of bright hair made it easy to keep up. Muertian took a hold of the rose's hand once more, if not for security purposes, than for the simple feel of it. He really didn't mind public displays of affection, but then again if there ever was an inquiry, he could simply chalk it up to not wanting to lose track of Rosaline either. After all, the dressmaker was his guest and his responsibility. The occasional, affectionate squeeze he gave the hand like the one he just bestowed on it... well, there was no logical explanation for that.
Muertian waited behind Alti at the door and silently pressured him to knock again. It didn't seem he took the hint. When no one answered, Muertian stepped up beside him and knocked twice. "Hello??" he chimed in.
"Xel, where was he? What are you talking about?" he pressed on, wanting to know more to get to the bottom line: where is Haar now. His thoughts were finished by persistent knocking at the door. While he thought it might be possible to ignore its presence and pressure more details out of the knight, it seemed to be the opposite when the knocking didn't cease. Ruehl wrenched open the door, only to find a rich-looking blonde, an unfamiliar feminine presence, and..
"Alti, what are you doing here?"
When a server came over to their table, she did not look at Faryn. Instead, she stared avidly, pen and paper in hand at the diplomat waiting for his order. "I think she wants to know what you'd like to eat. I wonder what her deal is. Does expect me to conjure up my own meal or something?" Faryn joked, his voice mildly sarcastic.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 4:09 pm
((Alti has dark hair, Sona. Dark hair. D: ))
The walk really was a short one. Though it was good that they could get Alti to the healer's as soon as possible, Rosaline still felt a slight tinge of regret as they stopped in front of the heavy wooden door. The rose's cheeks were by now quite a bright shade of pink. After all, Muertian was holding his hand. He was really... happy. Though he didn't know if the gesture contained any sort of special meaning (which it likely didn't), he wanted to think it did.... After all, the poor rose was already quite helplessly enamoured with the blond prince. Perhaps, just this once... might he possibly be allowed his share of happiness?
Alti had lowered his hand from the door, glancing back at the other's for a moment before his golden eyes returned forward. He had to admit he was... relieved. Perhaps Ceris was out and the clinic was closed? But then Muertian had to go and knock again.... Alti winced inwardly, trying his best to muster himself up for the cajolery he knew that Xel would soon have in store for him.....
But it wasn't Ceris, or even Xel, who opened the door -- it was somebody far, far worse.
Golden eyes widened considerably as the redhead came into full view. "R-Ruehl?" he stammered, looking more than a little surprised. "I... uhh... came to get healed?" the dark-haired teen murmured, small patches of pink burning in his pale cheeks, pale hands gesturing slightly towards the marks that marred his neck. He had that look on his face that meant he was nervous -- a face Haar knew all too well but one that Alti's older aquantances had hardly ever known. It hadn't been long ago that Alti's cold exterior was all that ever saw the light. But he had become softer now. The draw back to this was that his nervousness was showing all too clearly at the moment. It was easy to tell that he found Ruehl to be quite the formidable force -- if not romantically (for Alti knew nothing of the prince's affections for Haar), then simply by the prince's force of self. After all, it hadn't been very long since their last meeting, during which the prince had basically forbidden Alti to ever return to the Kingdom of Fire. Needless to say, his insides burned whenever he thought of that topic. It would already have been hard enough to visit his father without such a banning... but with it the idea seemed nearly impossible.
Dark eyes glanced up towards the waitress. She really was staring... and Jillian didn't like it. Though he was used to people watching them, he wasn't used to them doing it in such an.... awed and admiring manner. True, Jillian had had his share of admirers, those who wished for him to see them in a romantic light.... but this was different. These were the looks that a loyal, loving subject gave his king.
Jillian nodded slowly and placed his order. He, too, was not feeling quite so fondly towards fish and had decided, instead, for a hot bowl of some local soup. The name sounded familiar and he was... curious. After doing so, the mint-haired teen quickly directed the waitress' attentions Faryn's way. He really did hate all this staring.....
((EDIT--
Happy 2300 posts on this RP! xD ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 1:18 pm
Xel blinked a little before sitting back on a cot meant for patients. "Eh, I saw Haar this morning in his room but I haven't seen him since, maybe you should ask--" The soldier was cut off as the house's door was opened to reveal a peaky looking storm's native.
"Eh~ Perfect timing, I was just going to say, you should ask Alti. He might know where Haar is," the knight murmured with a bit of a smirk.
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Red eyes swept across the forest landscape almost lovingly, the expression soon snuffed out as Haar's gaze fell to his left. "Nn, General Fayst, why are we headed in the opposite direction of the scene? I checked around the perimeters already and saw no signs of--" The commander was interrupted by a firm hand raised in the air, a signal to shut the hell up. Haar bit at the inside of his cheek in an irritated manner before his gaze snapped upon Cyrus, who looked all too pleased with Fayst's silent reprimanding. Cyrus was a peculiar fellow. Haar could almost see why people might like him. He was charismatic, oftentimes funny as well as...--...Haar didn't think the man was...that handsome but in the words of Peyton, Cyrus was dashing.
Haar made a mental note to write down every older male Peyton had commented about soon before he forgot and then proceed to hunt said men down. He swore, if Cyrus ever found out the lithe ranger had any sort of attraction towards him he wouldn't hear the end of it...but more importantly, Haar was simply worried that Cyrus would do something.
Dismissing his current thoughts with a sigh, the commander's grip tightened on his reins as Fayst explained just why they were not headed towards the earlier scene. "I want to see if whoever did this...how should I put it, got sloppy after a few miles. It's obvious that whoever committed the crime would be careful to conceal their tracks when they're near the scene...but we may be able to find a trail further on."
Haar objected, "But how are we supposed to know what direction the murderers went in the first place? I couldn't find any leads as to--"
Cyrus interrupted the younger male, "Ah, but I did. There was a trail just a little bigger than an animal trail which think may help us find more clues on our missing...you know who~" The sandy haired male explained before giving the commander a dazzling smile.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 12:52 pm
[aabahga sorry, Miint
"The angel hair, please," he said, offering the menu to the waitress. She took it and left them alone once again, not failing to give Jillian another bold gaze as she turned on her heel.
Faryn's curiousity got the best of him, and he reached a hand into Jillian's coat pocket. He felt gloves, and coins, and finally what felt to be something of interest. He extracted it from the pocket and looking down, he couldn't surpress a light laugh. Lifting the I.D. card and turning it around to show Jillian, he smiled.
"Jillian, your DKI* looks like a mug shot."
*DKI= Death Kingdom Identification. Equivalent to a Driver's License, Passport, Visa, etc. all in one card. Everyone needs one to live or work in the Death Kingdom.
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