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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 9:54:12 GMT -5
[[Bumpadooo]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 12:00:53 GMT -5
This looks awesome, will work on a charrie.) [[WOOOT! Lily thanks you. I'll be online tonight until like, 10-11 PM GMT (5-6 hours away) and can create additional characters if u want to rp something specific]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 12:11:23 GMT -5
[[Glasgow girl over here! Where abouts are you?]]
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Bisexual
Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 13, 2017 12:15:56 GMT -5
Kent so right down south )
Player name: Kurai Name: Brianna Moore Were they real: No Position: Daughter of the Stablemaster Personal History description: Raised on the fringes of court, tending to the mounts of important figures. Although her family has no wealth or lands of their own she lives a comfortable life in the cottages assigned to the master of horse. Personality description: Brianna is a gentle girl with a soft heart and a love of animals. She doesn't care for the politics of the crown and only shows the required level of politeness when required. Although outwardly quiet she can be fiery and quick to anger. Physical description: A finely featured girl with a shock of copper red hair. Her eyes are bright green and ringed by dark eyelashes. Her good looks can often attract unwanted attentions and because of this she likes to try and stay out of the public eye. Family: Father is the stable master, mother deceased. Religion: Catholic publicly, Pagan privately.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 12:17:52 GMT -5
[[Ahh nice. Has the weather been any better down there this week? Up here was awful. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 12:30:42 GMT -5
[[The snow got all compacted on the roads here. My street is like a flippin' ice rink and if my car didn't have traction control I'd be so dead rn...The character's perfect! There's so much fun we could have with that. Want to come up with a plotline before rping or just dive straight in? I can do either]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 12:53:34 GMT -5
[[Not really to be honest, I was going to do something along the lines of Annette plotting to sleep with Henry and stuff, but we could do a kind of Richard and Brianna vs Annette kind of thing, cause they could see who she really is where the king gets kind of infatuated with her? And they're fundamental in bringing down her plot?
If you wanna do something else though that's totally okay too, this is just a kind of estimation of a plot (also I can do any/all historical char's if you want) ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 13:14:49 GMT -5
[[Ok cool, I'll post a starter]]
"Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen."
The words were out of his lips so fast he could hardly remember what they meant anymore, but still, he kept praying.
"Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen."
With every prayer he held the rosary beads tighter. Sweat from his crown mingled with the tears on his cheeks, their pathways turned into a waxy orange scar when the candle's illumination touched them.
"Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen."
Henry's deep breath in after this last hail Mary flickered the candle's flame towards his face. He held the breath while he listened to the weak coughing coming from the other room. Only when the chamber-boy came through the door and spoke did he dare to breath out.
"The King still lives, your grace, but his spirit fades quickly. It shan't be long now until the consumption takes him."
Henry gulped and nodded, flicking his hand to dismiss the boy. However, the boy didn't go. Instead, the obstinate little servant stood his ground and said "if I may, your grace, I would suggest spending every moment with his majesty, for it may be his last."
It was a good suggestion. Henry pulled his hand to the angle of his chin and thought -- father would have done it, Arthur would have done it. But Arthur was dead -- and soon so was father. No, he had to act like his own man now. He had to act like a King.
"You may have taken advantage of my father's frail state, and got used to such brash talk -- but I'd suggest that you refrain from such colorful behavior again. Now, go prepare my ride. I'll be taking a stroll around the palace grounds in 15 minutes."
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Fifteen minutes?! it takes at least half an hour to prepare a mount, Richard thought, but after the Prince's remark he didn't dare object. Instead he lowered his head, quietly said "A thousand pardons, your grace. Your mount will be prepared at once," and backed away slowly.
As soon as he was out of the Prince's sight he ran, right through the corridors and straight into some women fanning herself. "A thousand pardon's m'lady, Prince's orders," he half muttered as he continued on. He hit the small exiting porch and hurried down the steps. Gray and cloudy, but not raining...yet. Wasn't bad for an English April.
"Quick! Saddle the Princemount and get it ready for riding!" he shouted to the stablehand, not knowing who kept the horses here since Henry the VII hadn't ridden in months.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 14:59:15 GMT -5
"Ten minutes," Richard said through his panting. Normally, he liked to take everything in about someone he didn't know. In life as a chamber-boy you needed to know who's a*se to kiss and who's ar*e to kick. But in this case, he was too busy fumbling around a stables he knew nothing about. "Where's the tack room?" he shouted, ignoring the splashes of much tarnishing his new leather boots. He opened this door and that. Chamber-room? No. Stable? No. Another stable... he was beginning to lose hope when finally he found the tack-room.
Quicker than most people could run, he appeared a few seconds later with a brown leather saddle that would fit the young prince perfectly. It contrasted nicely with Richard's blue doublet, and almost looked as if he was made for it. But alas, if he ever got to ride that would be a dream come true, as he'd never been on a horse before.
"Here, get this on something," he said, throwing the saddle to the stable-girl.
"And watch the cheek around the Prince. He may have grown up as a spare-heir but mark my words, I'd bet every crown in the treasury he'll be like the olden Kings -- 'n solve his problems with an axe."
[[Ahh no problem! I went to go have dinner there as well]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 16:06:55 GMT -5
Richard sighed. He cast one glance over the stablegirl. She wasn't important -- and was too outspoken for his tastes, as he was someone that was used to being seen and not heard, as most chamber-boys were. Still, it was a remarkable thing -- to remain true to one's principles despite the threat of monarchy. He certainly hadn't been able to do it.
He was about to pull the horse along to the royal palace exit, where he expected The Prince to come from, but instead the man walked out of the porch exit for servants.
"I said fifteen minutes, not twenty. Be faster next time," he said and grabbed the reigns off of Richard and mounted the horse. His fuzzed of brunette hair was tied back and sleek torso revealed as he wore only a leather waistcoat and a puffed shirt -- not Kingly, but certainly that of a man that was healthy and young.
"Who's that?" The prince asked, nodding to the figure of the stable girl.
Oh no. Richard thought. That question from a royal lips meant only one thing. One thing Richard tried to dissuade the soon-to-be King of, without outright saying it. "Oh, just a commoner -- a peasant. Hardly worth your time."
"I'll be the judge of that," Henry muttered and kicked the horse and it startled itself into a trot. Richard winced, as soon as the King was far enough he stuck up his middle and index finger and marched back to the stables. He felt bad about the state he left the girl in -- and felt even worse that The prince had his heart, or at least his loins, set on her.
"Sorry for the late notice," Richard mumbled, his quiet tone returning and his sense of urgency overclouded with worry. "Can I work off my debt to you?" he asked, picking up a shovel and looking at her for the go-ahead.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 16:55:10 GMT -5
"Well, I know what end the s*it comes from, it's the mouth, right? Oh, no, wait -- that's his majesty. I got them confused."
He curbed himself a little after the quip, glancing around to make sure no one heard. Words like that and he'd be hanged, and he didn't want that. He doubted the stablegirl shared his concerns, but perhaps it would be refreshing to have the company of someone who wasn't concerned with what her superiors thought. Richard tugged at the ribbon tying back his lanky, but richly black hair. He loosed the two top buttons of his doublet to let a little air in, and started to shovel horse manure into a barrow outside the stable.
It felt good to do something for a change. He'd spent so long in the room, waiting for the King to pass, waiting for his new master to take a hold. He'd heard mutterings of change coming from Henry and some new advisers -- all he could hope for is that a chamber boy was too unimportant for the new King to consider changing. But only if he stayed quiet.
Richard cast a glance over to the stable girl. She was pretty -- with unusual hair, perhaps belonging to some Scottish or Irish decent. But she was common, and King's had wives, mistresses, and bellow that were distractions. That's all she would be to him.
He knew he couldn't interfere. He knew he shouldn't risk anything else for a girl he just met, but his life was changing so rapidly right now, why couldn't he change something about himself, and take a risk for a change? So he started to talk.
"What's your name?" he asked. "The new King is sure to want to know it," he added, hoping she caught onto his meaning.
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Bisexual
Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 13, 2017 17:13:44 GMT -5
She chuckled at his quip, knowing if he had been in any other company he wouldn't have dared say anything of the sort. He began to work, clearly unafraid of a little hard graft although she doubted the prince would be happy to return and find him smelling of manure. "You don't have to help you know. I'm sure they wont appreciate you ruining your clothes." She said without looking in his direction, spreading straw over the now clean stable floor, sweeping it back to keep it neat. She didn't know why he was even bothering to offer help anyway, she was just a commoner, below him. She patted the grey mare in the stall, checking her water bucket before shutting the door to move on to the next stall. He seemed to be absorbed in his own thoughts and she observed him for a moment, he said nothing for a while and she moved to the next stable. His voice broke the peaceful silence and his question turned her head. "Brianna. People just call me Brinn." She said simply, brushing a stray strand of hair back behind her ears. "Like the new King cares enough to learn anyones names." The meaning of the comment didn't quite reach her, still rather innocent in the ways of the Royals and their desires.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 17:24:44 GMT -5
At her comment on his clothes, Richard just shrugged, then smiled to himself like he knew something secret. "Oh, I own lots of clothes. I like to wash them frequently -- especially ever since the King got Consumption. It might keep the miasma away. However, the other chamber-boys think I'm crazy." The theory of his was something he picked up off of an old priest, who used to put soap blocks in the christening water to 'bless' the baby. It probably did nothing, but washing clothes with hot water and soap could sometimes be calming -- it gave him a way to collect his thoughts, and surely, after the King's death he'd have many thoughts to collect.
He quickly shoveled the stall and moved to the next one with Brinn, watching as she patted the mare. It was a big beast, and a slightly intimidating one too if you weren't used to them. But what Brinn knew about horses, he knew about King's. And it seemed that knowledge would benefit her know, if she was truly as oblivious as her comment suggest.
Should I..? Perhaps she'd just get angry. Court officials usually liked to 'kill the messenger', perhaps she would get one of his horses to trample him to death. Or if Prince Henry found out...
But he looked at her again. She was unusually vibrant and just a little too nice for him to look after himself in this case. So he spoke up again. "Oh, if he's anything like his father he'll like to know your name. He liked to know the names of all of his..." Whores? No, you can't say that. Too vulgar. Concubines? Even worse! Come on Richard think!. His eyes trailed over to the tack room again.
"...Mounts."
It was possibly the worst word he could have picked, and he crunched up his eyes as he prepared to be hit with a broom -- and he'd deserve it too, for his in-eloquent language.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 18:03:52 GMT -5
Richard looked down and started to shovel manure again. Harder and faster, in an attempt to distract him from the obvious reason why the King would get to 'know her name' -- the mirage of vermilion hues dancing in her curly hair, the baby-pine green eyes or the unblemished skin and faint rose-tint on her cheeks. Okay, she was pretty, in a rustic sort of way -- lacking the pale powder or the cherry paint women of the court put on their lips. He frequently tried to push the charms of women to the back of his mind, since they'd gotten to many others into trouble.
But her looks, hard to brush past, were one thing, but the zesty spirit was another thing. She had so much life about her, for a stable girl. There was still love in her eyes and kindness in her heart for her animals, as well as a sense of morality even the priests (okay, especially the priests) had forgotten about these days. It was her personality he couldn't ignore.
He stopped shoveling for a moment and looked up at her, putting the shovel to the side. "You know when everyone knows about something, but won't talk about it? Like an unspoken secret? I like to call that the King's Mistress in the room -- because everyone knows who the king's mistress is, in diaries and in late-night chatter, the King's Mistress is well known, because she is a lady of the court. But the King's...wh*res, the King's 'distractions', are not known about except by those who clean up his mess -- because the distractions aren't even 'unspoken secrets', they're simply a...release for the tempers of the loins."
Richard clenched his teeth together and went back to shoveling, trying his hardest not to vomit at his own words. "It'll be over before you know it and you'll never see him again. Besides, he might even toss you a spare farthing afterwards."
Part of him hoped she'd hit him, then hit the King. Part of him hoped she'd just accept her fate. Because what hope was there for her life if she didn't? Still, to see her freshness destroyed for the 15-minute pleasure of albeit, God's representative on earth, not only made his stomach turn but made his heart burn with anger and disgust. Perhaps, just perhaps, he didn't have to look the other way this time -- perhaps he could make a difference, if she wanted.
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Bisexual
Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 13, 2017 18:23:53 GMT -5
She couldn't focus on her work as he spoke, torn between concern and outrage. Perhaps it was the celtic blood that flowed like hellfire through her veins, a passing gift from her Mother, but she couldn't seem to simmer her temper. Even as her hands ran soothingly over the horse's face she couldn't cool her mood. Firstly this boy comes barging in to her domain demanding a horse and now these wild accusations.
"I don't know if you're trying to scare me or just plain annoy me. He doesn't even know I exist. I haven't seen him down here for years." She said truthfully, little did she know the Prince had noticed her that very morning. What confused her more was why this guy cared, why was he issuing this warning. She was just a common girl, daughter of the stable master, she was nothing to him. She listened to his comments, despite her irritation she was actually quite interested in his comments. He must see so much of the goings on at court.
"You're the one who cleans up the mess?" She said, her voice softening a little. The thought of going anywhere near a man so pompous and vile as their soon to be King disgusted her and if such a thing were to happen she couldn't predict how she would react. Still, as unaware of her attractiveness to the male species she couldn't understand why he would even have the slightest interest in her.
She returned to the stall, finishing it quickly, knowing the Prince could return with his horse at any time and she would need to have the stalls cleaned by then. She moved to the final stall, the horse here was totally different to the others. The stable was the furthest from the door, keeping the horse out of sight as much as possible. Where the other horses were well bred this one was ungainly, not quite ugly but far from beautiful. Yet she stepped into the stall and greeted the horse with more fondness than any of the others, its company seeming to neutralize her temper.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 18:52:33 GMT -5
[[sorry for delayed response my brother decided to come down and yell at me]]
Well, he wasn't hit in the face. But her lack of concern started to irritate him. How could she not see it? Surely this hadn't been the first nobleman to take a fancy to her -- even if it was just for a quick stablehouse event -- Prince Henry was high in statue, but a man like any other, with a man's desires.
Some of the other chamber boys would insult his manhood for not doing the same. But he'd seen King's wives, mistresses...and their 'distractions'. And the difference between them was as clear as the difference between a dog, cat and a mouse. The dog was in charge of the farm, the cat slunk around the sidelines, enjoying it's temperaments and the mice...well, they were nothing but vermin to a farmhand. Brinn was certainly no mouse, so he didn't want to see her treated like one.
As they moved to the next stable he tried to explain further. However, no doubt he'd just end up messing it up. Nevertheless, he tried. "I don't really clean up the mess -- advisers, highers up do that. I just tend to the King's more basic needs. I'm a messenger boy, a manservant, not a chancellor or anything like that. But I do see things. And I saw the way the Prince looked at you."
"To be honest, he's probably just looking for a distraction from his father's death, and won't take on an official mistress before he wed's, whenever that may be. So a quick f*ck in a stable might be the fix he's looking for."
He was pretty sure he'd tanked it again, but followed her with the shovel anyway. He woudn't have taken any special note for the stable if it hadn't been from the creature inside of it. Hardly a royal beast, the thing wasn't even fit for a Marquis, but it was somewhat inspirational. In a way, Richard feared it even more and even less than the others, at the same time. Such a feeling was new to him, so he kept away from it, trying to hide his nervousness behind more shovel-work.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 19:32:14 GMT -5
The shoveling came easily to him. A part of him missed manual work -- when he was 12 and 13, he used to work in the fields and this was similar in the amount of energy exerted. But if only it had been under better circumstances. He felt like a devil -- crashing into a young girl's world and breaking it apart. But what was the alternative? Look the other way, and pretend like he was really doing her a service by not warning her.
Her question took him by surprise, so much so that he stopped shoveling for a second. But then he started again -- only a few more scoops to go. It meant he had time to think -- what did he tell her? The truth? A lie? Pretend that he held contempt for her? fondness for her? Lust for her? he didn't hold any of those things -- he held compassion for her, and a sense of respect. Her conciseness gave off the warm feeling that you get when you're around an old friend. He'd almost decided to tell her the truth, when he shoveled the last pile and turned around.
It was the horse that changed his mind. The creature was like her -- not royalty, but not unremarkable. It held it's own sense of life about it. But it still didn't trust him -- so why should he give it all away.
"I grew up in the house of Sir Thomas Howard. The servants there used to tell me of a young woman...a washer women. She was full of life -- funny and creative, had her own air about her. She used to collect broken tiles and paint on them with thrown-out stains from a private taylor's. One day, she was fishing around the broken dyes and stains when a nobleman saw her. An Earl. The earl didn't ask...he just took. It was quick -- but not painless. She never spoke or saw of him again, but she was truly changed forever.
"It's an old story, but not a unique one. Perhaps I feel as if I owe it to the woman to give you a better chance of resisting such an act. Or perhaps, I just want you to teach me how to ride and I'm making the whole thing up -- take your pick."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 13, 2017 19:32:57 GMT -5
[[My deepest apologies but I must sleep now. I'll be on tomorrow morning. Night!]]
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Bisexual
Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 13, 2017 19:41:37 GMT -5
I'm not going to be up much longer myself, Sleep well)
She scattered the new straw, before fishing a treat from the pocket of her tattered woolen jumper to offer the horse. It snuffled the treat appreciatively, black muzzle rubbing against her palm, mostly its attention was on the girl although one ear was flicked in the direction of the strange boy. She too was half focused on the boy, there was an air to him that made her want to trust him and he seemed wretched at having to tell her his thoughts.
The story he told was heart wrenching in a way she couldn't explain, He was clearly implying she had the potential to fill the shoes of the washer woman and it was a role she had no intention of playing. Still should she find herself in such a situation she couldn't know how she would deal with it, especially if the person who came knocking was the prince himself.
"You know I could almost convince myself you cared." She said with a smirk, not looking at him, instead focusing on the gangly black horse, rubbing the broad white marking that ran down the center of his face. "It's no use dwelling on what might happen, I hear the Prince bores quickly and is as easily distracted as a untrained hound. Lets hope those rumours are true." She smiled at his final statement. "You know if you wanted to learn to ride you could have just said." And like that it was forgotten. She lived with the philosophy that a person should take each day as it came, there was no point concerning yourself with 'what ifs'.
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