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Post by Morior on Dec 9, 2018 2:06:34 GMT -5
"No, we're still in the palace grounds and I have nothing important to be doing that any councilmen would get angry at me for missing." Serhan replied, liking to cooler breeze of the wind as it had been stuffier inside. "Or are we leaving the palace grounds? This seems like it could be used as some secret way out." He said.
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Post by Morior on Dec 9, 2018 18:20:01 GMT -5
"It is a nice view." Serhan smiled and sat down beside her. "I like seeing the sunset over the city rather than just over the flat ocean. I could see the palace from my old home and sunsets look much nicer outlined over the spires and buildings of the city. It's nice and cool out tonight."
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Post by Morior on Dec 9, 2018 21:35:12 GMT -5
"I'll miss my old home at times but if I have any free time I can always go back and visit it, it's just a few blocks away." Serhan said. "And so far things aren't very different other than how much more responsibility I have now."
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Post by Morior on Dec 9, 2018 22:22:36 GMT -5
"Maybe we should talk about something else." Serhan said, kind of feeling bad that all they'd really talked about during the day was his worries as king and he'd rather forget about that for a while. "So are you looking forward to the party at all? Servants get to dress up and have time to dance as well." He asked.
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Post by Morior on Dec 10, 2018 1:51:38 GMT -5
"I know some basic dances that I had to learn, but generally no." Serhan shrugged. "You only have to dance if you want. It'll be an exhausting night but hopefully for you, Merve, Celena, and the other girls it'll be a fun night. Maybe have a dance with Merve, I haven't really seen her much since we were kids." He said, knowing he probably shared too much with Adelaide, but didn't care at this point.
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Post by Morior on Dec 10, 2018 2:34:11 GMT -5
"Maybe... I'm not sure." Serhan avoided looking directly at Adelaide, embarrassed. "It's not like it matters either way, she likes Celena doesn't she?" He looked down at his lap nervously.
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Post by Morior on Dec 10, 2018 3:03:35 GMT -5
"There's not much else to say about it." Serhan said. "I might like Merve but it's not like that could go anywhere." He leaned back against the wall. The sky was darkening and the sun had dipped below the horizon completely. "Who would you dance with at the party if you could choose?" He asked.
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Post by Morior on Dec 10, 2018 3:36:00 GMT -5
"Me? I've only been here for a month, surely there are other servants you know and would want to dance with." Serhan said. It started to get cold now that night had fallen and a chilly wind blew over the palace's roof.
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Post by Morior on Dec 10, 2018 3:49:21 GMT -5
"Maybe we should go inside and warm up with dinner." Serhan started to stand up. He looked back over the shadowed city before turning to her and offering her a hand getting up. He pretended not to notice her embarrassment.
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Post by ✽Boop✽ on Dec 11, 2018 20:10:00 GMT -5
(Has the ball been planned yet? Just wondering for the plot, like whether or not Fione would know about it yet. And I’ve been meaning to reply but I lost inspiration/ideas, and now I’m having technical difficulties which is making longer posts rather inconvenient.)
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Post by Morior on Dec 12, 2018 3:40:45 GMT -5
Serhan took one glance back out at the city before following Adelaide back inside. He didn't respond whether or not he would dance with her, since he wasn't sure. Maybe he would, if he had the time between all the other girls who would show up.
(Fione could know about it from her rebel spies, and maybe she could go to the ball disguised. No one from the palace has really seen her face yet so she could go under a fake name. Then I guess drama could ensue from there, maybe she could try to assassinate Serhan if she gets a dance with him, up to you)
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Post by ✽Boop✽ on Dec 12, 2018 17:20:57 GMT -5
(COMPUTER TROUBLES HAVE ENDED ok I'll get a response as soon as I can)
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Post by ✽Boop✽ on Dec 12, 2018 22:25:27 GMT -5
Cold Morning's ears flicked and he lifted his head slowly, blinking his eyes open. He pushed himself to his paws and stretched, his wings spanning almost up to the ceiling of the tent before he tucked them back in against his flanks. "Do the scouts have any news?" He asked. Fione reached her hands up only to rest them at the waist of the propped armor, fingers brushing against cold leather. Her cinnamon-brown eyes wandered upward, where the bright red cloak sat draped along the shoulder of the stand. "They do, in fact." she declared neutrally as she stared. "It appears the castle will be having a celebration of sorts, in honor of the royal engagement. Naturally, King Serhan Karga himself will be there."
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Post by ✽Boop✽ on Dec 12, 2018 22:39:04 GMT -5
|| Fione Demir | Human | F | 20 | Rebel Princess | @/berrysong || A tall woman, Fione stands at about 5’9. She has a light complexion. Her hair is chestnut brown and very long; it’s almost always tied back in a high ponytail that ends at about her mid-back. Her eyes are a cinnamon-brown color and are framed by dark lashes. When she isn’t wearing a set of leather armor with a signature red cloak, she can be seen in simple traveler’s garb - tunics of various subdued colors and leather pants, sturdy boots. Fione is a rather headstrong, stubborn character. She is compelled to move forward by a strong sense of duty to her family’s throne and to the people who follow her. She is also rather quiet in a sense, only speaking if it’s necessary. She would die for her people if it came to it.
(Here's my form btw, finally. Let me know if it's not enough or if it's necessary for me to add another character)
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Post by Morior on Dec 13, 2018 0:53:29 GMT -5
(maybe skip to right before the ball happens, or that morning. I'll add her ✽Boop✽. You haven't missed much Venom) "Any plans to use this event to our advantage? It seems they don't think we're much of a threat if they're continuing to have parties, spending money and keeping guards away from the field." Cold Morning said, trodding over to the table.
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Post by ✽Boop✽ on Dec 13, 2018 1:53:12 GMT -5
“Yes, it does appear that way, doesn’t it.” Fione asked flatly, though it was more of a statement than a question. It was a little disheartening, sure, but Cold Morning was right. They could use it to their advantage. “But they have unknowingly presented an opportunity to us, and I intend to take it.” She slowly turned away from the armor stand, facing her trusted advisor. “I believe I can infiltrate the castle through this party, though I may have to do it alone. After all, they won’t be expecting the last living Demir to appear as a guest.”
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Post by Morior on Dec 13, 2018 1:56:58 GMT -5
"It's not easy getting in. You'll need some kind of invitation, or steal one from a noblewoman to take her identity. And you don't have a dress that would fancy enough for a party like that." Cold Morning said doubtfully. "We'll have to get some nobles or higher ranks on our side if we're to get close to the king." He sat up on his hind-legs to look over the table.
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Post by Morior on Dec 13, 2018 22:49:39 GMT -5
Serhan had woken up early as his family had showed up to the palace. He dressed quickly, encouraged to dress fancier than normally even if he'd wear something different to the party. "It's just breakfast with my family..." Serhan muttered to the servant who was waiting for him. They headed down the halls and passed through the ballroom, Serhan taking a moment to stop and look around.
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