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 Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 6:22 pm
THIS IS A ROLEPLAY OKAY
OKAY THANKS
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 6:34 pm
Worryl Andrade stared down his nose at him, looking exasperated and impatient.
With good reason, of course. Sorien was late (big surprise), and in truth Marcus was really only there so he could guarantee Sorien's appearance. After all, it wasn't Marcus who had the problem with getting kidnapped every other day; that was Sorien's forte. Moodily, the teen tapped his pencil against the desk repeatedly and sighed loudly.
Prince Marcus du Illumori IV, the heir to the throne of Derrain, was -- teenage angst aside -- every inch the model prince. He was studious and courteous, and was filling out nicely. He'd be as tall as his father in a few years, and the spitting image of him already with the blonde hair and green eyes of the du Illumoris... But teenage angst was not really something you could cast aside, not in Marcus's case.
"Do I really have to be here, Worryl?" the prince complained to his father's High Advisor.
He doubted Worryl wanted to be here, either. He also doubted whining would make any difference, but if he could get on Worryl's nerves enough -- well, misery likes company.
Scoffing, Marcus said, "I mean, it's not like I've ever been kidnapped."
"As first and second in line to the Throne," Worryl said in a stiff voice that meant Marcus was winning on the misery battlefront, "It is important that the both of you learn how to most effectively evade unwanted situations."
"Blah, blah blah."
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 6:56 pm
"Sorry," greeted Sorien, stifling a yawn, "my alarm didn't go off."
He was still in middle school, which meant classes started way too early and let out way too late - he was always so tired by the end of the day, and Lessons with Worryl were delayed until after dinner. Sorien had thought he'd be able to comfortably fit in a nap, but that was clearly not the case. He still felt pretty wiped out, and he didn't know how he was supposed to do his homework when he was so sleepy.
Second heir to the throne and not nearly as much a prince as his older brother, Sorien was something of a disappointment - he was an average twelve-year-old boy, rather than average royalty. He was thin despite a voracious appetite, and sports were far outside his realm of skill. That wouldn't have been so bad, since he was intelligent for his age and even got to skip to eighth grade, but he had gotten in trouble at school a number of times for dozing off in class. Mom kept taking his video games away so he wouldn't play them late into the night, even though he insisted that wasn't the problem.
Sorien's frequent urination between classes and tendencies leaning towards narcolepsy were the reason he and his older brother were being forced into learning How Not to Get Kidnapped. It had happened twice already, and he was getting the feeling he shouldn't already be used to it. Dad was getting really annoyed, anyways, and Mom was bordering on obnoxious about making sure he had a "travel buddy" all the time at school. It was embarassing, really.
The youngest prince had fallen asleep in his school clothes, and it was evident in the wrinkles in his shirt and the looseness in his belt. He plopped down in the seat next to his brother and rubbed his eyes blearily, smudging his glasses in the process. "What's on the eye-tin-er-air-e?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:07 pm
"Self-defense," Marcus spoke up, though he knew it actually wasn't on the lesson plan. Self-defense and his younger brother went together about as well as candy and babies -- you could teach Sorien all the self-defense you wanted but he'd still get kidnapped as if he'd never learned how to punch someone. Hell, the baby could probably defend herself better than Sor and it wasn't even born yet.
The elder prince leaned back in his chair. "Kickboxing first, then a little bit of real hand-to-hand," he lied blithely before Worryl finally saw fit to cut him off.
"Marcus," the advisor said sharply, well-trained in the art of disciplining moody crown princes. "That's enough. And Sorien, don't be late next time -- these are important lessons."
Marcus rolled his eyes and snorted.
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:13 pm
Sorien pouted at Marcus, if only because he'd been such a big butthead lately (some of the eighth graders had taught him better things to call his older brother, but he'd be in a lot more trouble with Mom and Dad than he already was if he was caught saying them). Dad said it was just because Marcus was 'at that age,' but he didn't know what that was even supposed to mean.
"I know, I'm sorry," Sorien mumbled, scooting the heels of his shoes back and forth along the carpet. He'd only woken up because Worryl had sent one of the palace maids to go figure out what was taking him so long. He cleaned his glasses on the hem of his shirt so he wouldn't have to look at the either of them; he was plainly embarassed by everything that had happened, and no one would let him live it down.
"So what are we really doing?" he interrupted, for once not falling for his older brother's teasing.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:25 pm
"Today, we're going to learn good cellphone usage," Worryl informed them.
Marcus buried his head in his arms. "Why am I here?" he demanded to know, his voice muffled. "I know how to use a cell phone."
Worryl spoke right over Marcus's protests, unfazed by the crown prince's ire. Whereas others would seek to immediately rectify the situation or the media would take pictures so Marcus's scowling face would be the cover of every other tabloid and magazine, Worryl just pretended the prince hadn't said anything at all.
"If you're kidnapped and your captors haven't taken your cell phone -- which, if you pretend to be harmless and comply with them, they may not -- we've installed panic buttons on both that will shut off the phone and turn on a GPS. So, do you know how to keep your cell from being taken?"
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:34 pm
Sorien was feeling a little humiliated. This lesson was going to pinpoint all of the things he'd done wrong, he was pretty sure, and he sank miserably in his seat. No, there wasn't any reason for Marcus to be here - these were all going to be a list of mistakes Sorien had made and why they were stupid and the right way to do things. He knew it was important for them to go over this, in light of recent events, but did Marcus really have to be here for this? "Uhm, don't mention you have one?" he suggested stupidly.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:42 pm
"Just pretend you're unconscious," Marcus suggested, head still in his arms. Again, it came out a little muffled but it was mostly comprehensible. "People don't check unconscious bodies, unless they're weird and necrophiliacs or some s**t like that."
The Model Prince, Marcus never swore -- except for when he'd had to reschedule a coffee date with a duke's daughter for the most inane lessons ever. He loved Sorien, and all, but his little brother had a way of ruining the best of Marcus's plans. And Marcus hadn't thought that was possible. It was like taking Sorien to the movies. There were guardians and chaperones to do all of that, but then Marcus always felt guilty for letting some random person thrice Sorien's age take him to a movie...
In the same way, the elder prince couldn't really leave Sorien to face Worryl by himself (the man could be terrifying when he wanted to be, what with his minor in magic)... but that didn't mean he had to be in a good mood about it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:48 pm
Normally, Sorien could deal with Marcus grumpiness - it was an older brother thing he'd gotten used to, but he was starting to get sick of it. All he did was try his very hardest to do the right thing and to please his parents, and he didn't much appreciate Marcus trying to make this worse. It was hard to make a king and queen happy when you were average at best; Marcus, by virtue of being Marcus, didn't have that problem. Everything seemed to just be hunky-dory for the crown prince and Sorien just wished this didn't have to be happening.
"Does he have to be here?" the younger prince demanded from Worryl, irritable. He was still tired, and all of Marcus's grumbling was playing on already fairly frayed nerves. Marcus wasn't the one who'd been afraid he was going to be killed, after all.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:58 pm
"Advisor Andrade?" an aide popped his head into the classroom with scarcely a knock, looking slightly panicked and vaguely harassed. "His majesty requires your presence immediately."
Worryl looked up in surprise, a million things going through his mind -- because when you were the king's right hand man, there were a million and one things that could go wrong. "We'll meet again later. I'll text the both of you," the forty-something year old man told them as he left, too hasty to realize the embroidery on the aide's sleeves was gold instead of silver.
Marcus, too, would've noticed it if he had bothered to lift his head, but he hadn't.
It was Jason Schemtz's lucky day. He knew the embroidery was wrong, and that a sharp eye would catch it, but palace livery was surprisingly hard to get a hold of despite the ridiculous number of people who wore it. As soon as Andrade left the room and cleared the hallway, Jason gave the signal to his partner and then strolled in, sticking his hands in his pockets.
A smarmy smile spread across his olive-skinned features, and brown eyes framed by black hair looked equally as dark. "Hey, kids."
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 8:09 pm
Zahra waited impatiently in the hallway, pretending to be busy with a pile of bedsheets. She personally thought this was a pretty stupid idea to be pulling, but Jason had insisted on it - she guessed if things went wrong she could get out pretty easily, though. Jason didn't have nearly the brawn necessary to take out the palace guards they'd needed to get into the laundry room, after all, and she gave the royal advisor a thin-lipped smile as he hurried past her.
Marcus had put Sorien right into a bad mood, and the interruption was what he needed to be done with this. "I'm going back to sleep," he grumbled as Jason relayed his message to Worryl The Most Boring Teacher In The World. If Marcus was going to throw a hissy fit then Sorien wasn't going to sit around and watch him do it.
"Excuse me," he said, stepping around Jason, but that was when Zahra blocked in the doorway. She was a tall, svelte woman with dark hair and olive skin - she was pretty obivously not native to Derrain.
"Sorry, darling, but we've got to take a detour first."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 8:17 pm
Marcus slid his cell phone into his front pocket, hitting the panic button smoothly and hoping Worryl wouldn't think it was a stupid practical joke played by a moody prince. He held his breath and counted to five before finally lifting his head and looking around as if confused. (Marcus often claimed he had natural anti-kidnapping instincts.)
"Who are you?" he demanded with all the authority of a prince, staring at both kidnappers alternately as though his look alone could do something.
It couldn't.
Jason smiled thinly. "Why, I'm an aide and she's a laundry maid," he lied with a shrug. His name-tag even read AIDE JONES, but it was mostly there to both complete his uniform and also because it was magical interference device. He'd subtly turned it on just before he'd entered the room... which meant whoever was on duty would notice they were getting static from the room the princes were in.
"And we're going to take a quick detour," he finished, echoing Zahra but emphasizing the haste.
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 8:29 pm
Sorien was pretty sure he had the Worst Luck Ever, and everyone was going to blame this on him. He instinctively took a step backwards from Zahra, and she reached out for his wrist before he could shuffle back all the way into the room.
"Don't be so shy," she encouraged; they'd really just been focusing on grabbing Prince Sorien, considering his reputation, but snatching up two at once was a more than they could ask for. She shut the door behind her, and then dropped the sheets on the floor - out of it splattered various equipment that they would need for this operation to be successful.
"C-come on, this isn't cool," Sorien whined.
"Hurry up and grab the other kid, J, if you're so impatient."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 8:33 pm
"Woah, woah, woah," Marcus protested, raising his hands placatingly and stepping back. Sorien seriously had the worst luck ever -- who else could possibly be the victim of a kidnapping during how not to be kidnapped lessons. Because it was his fault; it had to be. Marcus might be the crown prince, but Sorien's track record spoke for itself. "I have very sensitive skin."
Marcus just hoped his innate not-getting-kidnapped sense would be enough to get both himself and his little brother out of this relatively unharmed.
Jason scowled at the crown prince and grabbed his wrist, yanking him forward to join his brother. He hadn't expected the older boy to be there, but wasn't worried; he was just fifteen, after all, and probably a spoiled brainless thing to boot.
"Alright, your turn. Get us out of here."
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 8:43 pm
Prince Sorien was real squirmy, and Zahra was half-considering smothering him so she wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. On the other hand, if she hurt him his brother would probably just make a bigger fuss, and she carefully glanced into the hallway to make sure that the coast was clear.
She kicked a handkerchief up into the air, and caught it nimbly with her free hand. They'd acquired some enchanted items to make things easier, but they'd only last a brief amount of time - it would be barely long enough to get the two into their car, and only if they did everything exactly right. She shoved the piece of cloth into Prince Sorien's belt, and he disappeared into nothing more than a thin outline - not that he could see it, and he was a bit befuddled as to what she thought she was doing.
"Come on, now's our chance," she hissed at Jason, and she jerked Sorien into the hall with her.
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