Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jul 19, 2019 0:23:30 GMT -5
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jul 19, 2019 0:23:46 GMT -5
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jul 27, 2019 0:44:24 GMT -5
{ inky Aaaaa I'm so sorry! I was literally out of commission for a while gah You've probably forgotten or lost interest in this, but I don't want to leave this as is So. Anyway, Here's Wonderwall: } _|_|_|_|_ Anthemion stiffly follows behind the king and queen as they make their way into the ballroom, trying to emulate their royal grace even though he's sure that he looks more like a marionette. He fears that he sticks out amongst the sea of pampered, powerful people. He's the son of a mere blacksmith; he shouldn't be here. Still, he pastes on a smile that hopefully doesn't look as fake as the ones he's now accustomed to seeing and tries not to tighten his grip on Askran's hand. Anthemion is nine now, he shouldn't need comfort or to hold anyone's hand- But despite stubborn protests that they are not brothers and never will be, the little prince still unconsciously finds himself clinging to him when he feels overwhelmed. Anthemion would think that Askran would be used to all of the fanfare now, but he walks a half-step behind the blond and crowds close whenever they pass a stranger. Or perhaps they're familiar faces. Anthemion wouldn't bloody know. He's only been playing at being prince for a couple of months now, waiting for the king and queen to grow tired of him or realize he isn't up to snuff. And yet...events like this make him cautiously hopeful- even though he isn't sure he really wants to be a prince- but they're showing him around so much that it'd be difficult to drop him back where they found him without anyone knowing, right? As if sensing his thoughts, Queen Atla slows her steps so that they can catch up, even allowing her husband to take on her role in the conversation to turn toward him with a gentle smile. " Are you boys doing alright?" She runs a hand through Askran's perfectly coiffed scarlet hair, so unlike her own snowy ringlets. Anthemion nods automatically to appease her, though he gets the feeling that she can see through him. " There's pudding on the second table to the right, would you like me to walk you there?" Askran perks up at the mention of his favorite food, but Anthemion answers before he can speak. " No thank you." He says, as politely as he can. She's always treating him like a child. He isn't that young, and if he can navigate a crowded marketplace crawling with thieves, he can manage crossing a room festering with wealthy prigs. " I'll take him." He adds, knowing that she suggested it for Askran's benefit. The queen smiles at him, and Anthemion tries not to shift uncomfortably because she's always giving him happy looks and they can't be real, right? " Thank you Emion~" She even gave him a nickname? " I'll leave Askran to you, then. We'll stay within sight if you need us." She turns away with a final smile that might be a result of Askran muttering that he's not a baby and he doesn't need to be 'left to' anyone. Truly, Anthemion doesn't mind. He's been left alone with Askran a lot- which is a really bad idea, what if he'd had plans to kill him and take his place or something? he doesn't, but he could have - but he's taken to it surprisingly well, even to himself. It's almost like looking after all of the younger children at the orphanage. Except different. Somehow. Maybe because Askran actually has parents to look after him? Askran is tugging impatiently on his suit jacket- a ridiculous purple color- and Anthemion gives him a patronizing pat on the head, because he's beginning to pout and it's too cute for him to not react physically. " Let's get the little prince his sweets, then~" " Silence." Askran mutters, but obligingly follows after him as he weaves his way through the crowd. Anthemion takes a circuitous route, attempting to avoid as many people who would engage them as possible. Askran attempts to mimic him but doesn't quite have the required street rat flair. Twice Anthemion almost alters course when he feels eyes on his back, and must repeatedly remind himself that it's just the guard detail assigned to them. They make it to the colorfully spread refreshments table without incident, and Anthemion stands off to the side while Askran has his pick of beautifully rendered puddings. Anthemion doesn't take anything. The food is so pretty it looks like a crime to eat it, and there's such a disgusting amount- He doubts even these wealthy fat cats could finish it all. What happens to the left overs? It's as he's contemplating this that he notices a girl standing nearby- Mainly due to the colorful fabrics she wears- similar to those of queen Atla's conversation partners'. He's seen many different kinds of dress on this night alone, what with three prominent kingdoms coming together to celebrate some agreement on 'peace', so it isn't really her outfit that catches his eye. There's a stubborn cant to her chin that makes him think she doesn't want to be here any more than he does. Askran notices her only after he's eaten half a dome-shaped dollop of pudding, and actually looks somewhat embarrassed at what he perceives to be a childish fondness for sweets before he dons his princely persona. The redhead hands his saucer off to a nonplussed Anthemion as he turns to face her more fully. " Hello! I am Askran, crown prince of Ilmara." It's always interesting to see the change that comes over the younger boy whenever he interacts with others. He's a bit stiff around adults, but Askran must feel comfortable around someone his age, because his smile is more natural. " And this is Anthemion." Just 'Anthemion'. Huh. " You must be here with the Calean royal family, yes? I'm pleased to make your acquaintance princess...?" Impressively, Askran manages to make his introductions with the smoothness of a born aristocrat- which he is, incidentally- whilst a dab of cream remains on his cheek. Anthemion grabs a folded silk napkin and fairly itches to wipe it off but manages to give the apparent princess an awkward little 'how do yo do' nod-thing and distracted smile. He doesn't really know how Askran can be engaging her right now, as he had assumed The Plan was to drift around the edges of the ballroom and occasionally enter the fray for snacks when it was safe to do so- But the damned prince has had politesse ingrained into him and has somehow dragged Anthemion into it. As such, he doesn't quite do a good job of masking the fact that he feels the girl's presence in general is an inconvenience.
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jul 27, 2019 0:56:06 GMT -5
{ Glad to see it! Starters are always a trial lol I understand~ }
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Jul 27, 2019 3:29:25 GMT -5
"Anaris!!" The voice of her brother rang clear in her room, the youngest of the Vass siblings pressed the pillow on her head, she wasn't ready to get up. Next thing she knew the full weight of the ten-year-old boy came crashing down on her. "Get up!! Father has a whole day for you planned. You have to go do the girly things." The brown-haired boy pulled the sheets back to look at the face glaring at him. He just grinned at her and started to jump on the bed. "Come on Ana get up!"
"Get off Kean!" The red-haired girl shoved her arms out pushing Kean off the bed sending him crashing to the floor. Anaris popped up quickly to see if he was okay and by the time she saw him was already glaring at her. "It is too early to be up." She shifted so her feet were hanging off the bed. "What does father have planned anyway.." She hated this kind of stuff, she'd rather be with Kean training but this party was a big deal and it was mandatory that she be there.
"I don't know something about your new dress and hair and all that girl stuff," Kean said pushing himself up off the ground. The boy threw a pillow at her and then took off. "Come on princess bet you I can get there before you!" With that, he was out of her room and on his way down the hall. Ana scrambled to her feet racing after him she didn't even bother to grab a pillow to throw at him on her way out she'd find something on the way. Their high pitched laughter echoed down the long beautiful halls of the castle built into the heart of a Caelan mountain. She was struggling to catch up to the much taller prince who mocked her as he ran.
"When I get you I'm going to make you wear the dress!!" She yelled pushing herself to run harder, her brother vanished as he rounded the corner and ran into a room that she was unable to see.
Halfway down the second hall, they had gone down she slammed into the leg of her father who looked down at her with a blank expression. His hands were folded neatly behind his back and he looked the part that he played. Instantly Anaris looked down and frowned, she knew she shouldn't have been playing with Kean after all he had training and been sent to wake her up and had been chasing him for a few minutes now. "Stop playing around and get to your fitting Anaris." He fathers voice was firm and meant business so the little girl bit her lip and nodded.
"Yes, Father.." The young princess spoke softly, her father was a fierce man with everyone, he took it easy on no one. With that Anaris was escorted by a girl not much older than Kean to the proper place. For the majority of the day she was forced to get ready and be a part of setting everything up for the arrival of the other kingdoms. The only fun thing was how beautiful her dress was. It was long dragged on the ground behind her and was the color of the sunsets she'd watch with her mother. The top half was a deep orange color and the lower it got the dark the orange became till it was a deep red color. Delicate designs swirled throughout the fabric and pretty yellow fabric flowers rested on the hem and on her shoulders matching the ones in her hair. As usual of Caelan clothing the material was thin and loose, the dress sported no sleeves but was rather modest since she was so young.
At one point she'd managed to sneak away and watch Kean with his training, she loved the art of fighting. The king, on the other hand, did not like her learning how to fight so soon. She wouldn't need to fight so what was the point of her learning? Running down the stairs to the flat open area on the mountainside where her brother was training she picked up the wooden sword and held it out for a second before throwing it right at the boy who had been so focused on the training dummy he hadn't heard her coming. It hit him with a loud thudding sound and as quickly as it hit him Anaris was grabbing her long skirt and running off giggling.
Once at the party she had been paraded around at the very start like a prize, her hair was half up in intricate braids that were starting to hurt her head the flower were stuck in openings in the braids and where much smaller than the ones on her dress. When she finally slipped away she went to the sweets table and simply glared at the treats. She didn't know which one to pick and frankly the more time she spent choosing the less time she would have to spend acting like a lady. Her mother had passed giving birth to her so really she never got the bonding with a mother and grew with her older brother, so being a lady was something that escaped her. At least it escaped her interest.
Then she heard it, an introduction. Of course. First, she glanced at him and then he said crown prince, now she had to be formal and nice. Bowing her head a bit she smiled softly, "Anaris." Her voice was not as eager as Askran's was, in fact, it was rather clear that she didn't want to be talking to them. She looked at the cream on the young prince's face and held back a laugh. "I uh. I'm Anaris Vass, Princess of Caela. A pleasure to meet you both..." Her eyes were locked on the cream, she couldn't help it. "You should probably clean your face. You've got cream ..." Pointing at the small bit of cream she just hoped that would make him embarrassed enough and he would go away, it wasn't like she was being too rude. Letting him walk around looking dumb, now that would be rude. Sure they were trying to make friends with the other kingdoms but she didn't want to be here being paraded around like a doll or be taking to the annoying people that were here.
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What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jul 29, 2019 22:55:48 GMT -5
{ Aish I know the feeling }
{ Our wifi's messed up because of a storm but I should be able to have my post up tomorrow if the lightning would give us a break ^^" tried to post and it got deleted rip in pieces }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jul 30, 2019 23:07:16 GMT -5
{ A moment of silence, for the memory that never was... }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jul 30, 2019 23:11:43 GMT -5
Anthemion only kind of hovered nearby, feeling like more of a chaperone than anything as the young royalty 'played nice'. It was clear that the princess was thinking along the same lines as he on the subject of 'not being here' as she apparently hadn't taken on Askran's vaguely disturbing ability to mask the bulk of his emotions when needed. She only bothered to glance at them until she heard Askran's title, before turning and descending into the false niceties that everyone here seems so adept in. It was as Askran was returning her greeting that the princess's expression tilted as she tried not to laugh before pointing out the evidence of Askran's sweet-tooth.
The boy's pale skin flushes almost as deeply as his hair- and then deepens further when Anthemion takes that opportunity to descend on him with the napkin and deftly swipes it off with an approving hum. Askran batted at him too late, golden eyes wide with embarrassment as he attempts to regain his composure. "Um, yes, well...Thank you."
All things considered, Askran rallies rather admirably to change the subject but doesn't exactly do so smoothly. While perhaps a bit more measured and mature for one his age, Askran is still a child, and as such, is subject to bouts of immaturity. And pride, apparently. He side-steps Anthemion, as if wary of another attack of cleanliness before mentioning his interest in Calea and asking the princess about her kingdom. It isn't long, however, before he gets at what he'd likely been leading up to all along.
"I've also heard rumors about the Caleans' skill in battle and have always wanted to see if that proved true." He begins, somewhat innocently. Anthemion rolls his eyes because he's six what is he even talking about- "I don't imagine we could have a demonstration here..." Askran muses, before politely- yet pointedly- eyeing the princess' beautiful dress and elaborately styled hair. "Perhaps we should ask your brother?"
Anthemion, who has been here long enough to at least somewhat get the gist of Askran's usually overly-worded intentions, actually leans forward to elbow him in the side and whisper-hiss "what are you doing?" Because Askran is much smarter than any six year old has the right to be, but wields this intelligence with all the grace of the child he is. Though it isn't actually apparent whether or not he's actually indignant at the princess pointing out his little faux pas- politely! And it isn't even a big deal!- he has nonetheless seen fit to issue a subtle challenge that no doubt appeals to her pride.
"We are not fighting anyone from another kingdom during peace talks! And you're a prince, remember? Shouldn't you be better than this?" Anthemion tries to keep his voice low, but his irritation is telling.
Askran treats him to a princely wave of his hand. "I know a place." Which means what, exactly? The princess, however, receives a small smile and tilt of his head in a leading gesture to indicate his waiting for her response.
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Jul 30, 2019 23:14:30 GMT -5
{ This turned out very different from my original idea- I cut a lot of things out- but the gist of it- So my vague idea was: Ana & Ran: *Fight Club* Emion: nO Ana & Ran: *FIGHT CLUB*
And then the adults find the kids scrappin' in the yard and are all "that's no way to treat your betrothed!"
And the kids're like "u wot m8"
And yes I'm sorry. I'd like to blame my general incomprehensibility on the pain meds but
Anyway! If you'd rather do this a different way or had another idea let me know~ }
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Jul 31, 2019 1:11:03 GMT -5
Anaris raised a brow at how easily he had taken her pointing out the stuff on his face, it hadn't worked and that in itself was annoying. She went along with the formalities answering his questions about Caela and how things worked in her kingdom. He obviously caught her interest when he spoke about her kingdoms skill in combat, they were known for how brutal they were in war, they were one kingdom you didn't want to get into a close-range fight with. If a good number of their men got close enough usually that ended battled. Far range not so much unless it was navel based but that wasn't something that really happened often.
"A demonstration? In the middle of a ball? I don't think our-" Her eyes followed his as he eyed her dress and she narrowed her sharp blue eyes at him. She stopped when he said to asked for her brother for said demonstration. "I don't think our parents will miss us." The little girl said locking her gaze with the prince's paying no mind to the protests coming from Anthemion. With both brows raised now, she laughed slightly, letting a rather cocky smirk dance across her lips. "My brother is busy, plus I m sure he is tired from his day of training. But I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I showed you. Unless you are going to turn down a princess's offer." Ana said her eye locking with his, she wasn't ever one to back down from a challenge even at such a young age she had begun training with her brother.
Mostly being used as his practice dummy but she'd learned very quickly how to keep up with him and even on some occasions beat him. Not that Kean would ever admit to that since she was six and he was ten how dull would he look. Then again Ana didn't play nice exactly, she fought to survive and if that meant tricking you then that was what she did. Of course, Kean though very good at fighting wasn't exactly the brains of the family. Not lacking by any means, he just hadn't yet learned how to anticipate things or see through a facade yet. Ana, however, had grown rather good at tricking her brother. Like dropping the play sword as if father had come in and when the boy turned to check she'd picked it back up and had it held to his throat. Those time were ones she was proud of.
She took a small tart from the table and paused to look at him once more, "Or maybe you're scared of being beaten by a girl in a pretty dress with her hair done up. That would be embarrassing wouldn't it." She popped the tart in her mouth and gestured for him to lead the way
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 2, 2019 1:00:41 GMT -5
Anthemion knew he had lost when the princess' blue gaze sharpened and the prince responded with a small smile. What might have started out as a valid dismissal rapidly shifted into her dismissing her previously sound line of thinking altogether. Their parents would very much miss them! They seem to be the only children here- which is strange, but Anthemion doesn't have time to worry about that. Both royals ignored his protests, the princess wearing a cocky smirk that seems incongruous with her fancy get-up. Askran returns her look with a more sedate confidence, though he can't quite hide his smugness.
At mention of her brother, Anthemion casts around for the foreign prince, but can't find him without physically leaving the two alone, which he is loathe to do. He can't leave them to cause some kind of international incident- he could always run along and tell their parents, but that doesn't sit right with him either. The Queen is trusting him to watch her son, and he can't come crying to her the second she lets them out of her sight. The blond eyes the two posturing children, not much shorter than he. The princess's lifted chin and Askran's subtle shift in stance, as if already preparing for a fight. He can handle them, right? Right.
"I'd never." Askran swears mock-solemnly, even going so far as to give a little bow. His lips twitch at her last challenging words, and he straightens abruptly with a small huff. "I think it would be more embarrassing to have to explain the state of said pretty dress after your defeat." He returns, a bit more heat in his tone. Anthemion opens his mouth to remind the prince that they're here for peace and he really needs to get with the theme, but Askran actually waves his words away. Again.
"It won't be serious." He insists, "and she's right, they won't notice we're gone." He tilts his head toward the musicians on a raised dais to the side of the room, readying their instruments. "No one will miss us when they begin dancing, they'll expect us to sit the first dance out, at least."
Anthemion's eyes narrow.
"This could be a good opportunity!" He adds, and Anthemion scoffs. "For who!?" "Whom." Askran corrects idly- "This is a terrible idea and you both know it!" Anthemion continues-
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And yet, somehow. Anthemion finds himself leading the two would-be opponents into the unoccupied gardens just below the balcony. They were able to appear as if only clearing the floor to allow the adults to dance before wandering to the side in order to climb down. It wasn't too far from the ground, so he's only amused when both royals decline his assistance on their descent. In this instance, at least, their stubborn pride didn't culminate in injury. But as for the next...
Anthemion leans against the ivy-covered wall under the balcony, watching warily as Askran and the princess pace into the near center of one of queen Galfrid's famed hanging gardens. In reality, the ballroom is placed rather high in the castle, and is bordered by gardens magically suspended at each point of the compass. The beautiful wrought-iron fence around this one looks dubious, and so he allowed the two to duel here under the stipulation that they stayed near the center. Or as close to it as they could get whilst remaining in the balcony's shadow.
A combination of boredom and Askran's machiavellian use of the word 'brother' has brought him to this point, but he'll see it through, at least. Possibly until it gets bad, where he'll leave the two to their fate and slip through a nearby open window a little below the garden's edge.
"I won't use magic, but we can use weapons if you think it will help." Askran offers 'magnanimously'. Anthemion doesn't bother asking where he assumes he'll find weapons. Askran knows that he carries knives with him everywhere- 'peaceful' celebratory setting or no. He puts up a good front of being reluctant, but Anthemion must admit- not that he ever would aloud- that he is somewhat curious as to what passes for fighting amongst the Caleans. The princess's confidence doesn't seem unfounded, maybe she does know something despite her royally-dyed life.
He can wait to see how this plays out, at least.
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 2, 2019 1:12:21 GMT -5
{ Emi is the member of the trio who is often in the back being The Voice Of Reason™ But inevtitably gets pulled in anyway because he has a fondness for Schadenfreude and is weak to Askran's Puppy Eyes. When they get older he'll share that single brain cell with Askran, who will in turn be tired of their Shenanigans™ }
{ This scenario actually gave me an idea- What do you think about them using the excuse of sneaking out to have 'private' fights to spend time together when they get older? Like 'nothing to see here! Just using physical ahem combat to fight out feelings we may or may not have!' }
{ Also sorry for lateness! Wifi is spotty no matter where I go ^^" }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 2, 2019 1:16:14 GMT -5
{ That's the Hermione in him lol }
{ Glad you do~! <3 }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 2, 2019 1:37:04 GMT -5
{ Heheh glad to see you agree~ I foresee some fun in that- Askran would never let either of them live it down tbh He'd be like 'are you off to make eyes at each other again??' Also Emi might be a touch obvious with it- Ana would punch him but he'd catch her hand and just. Hold it. }
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inky
I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Aug 2, 2019 1:50:51 GMT -5
(ahhh!! I can see Kean and Askran being friends just from the fact that they would get stuck together A LOT and both be equally annoyed with Ana and Emi LOL) (He is perfect LOL I love it so much, She is going to get so flustered and angry all at once LOL) (I might be able to get a reply up tonight cause things died down at my house rather quickly )
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Aug 2, 2019 3:29:27 GMT -5
The princess watched as the boy bowed and her eyes only glared further, how annoying. Her brow raised once more when he mentioned her defeat. Her smirk only grew, "It's cute that you think that I'd loose. Plus I have more than enough dresses." She said tilting her head and letting the smirk turn into the sweetest of smiles. She was enjoying egging the young prince on. It was always good to get into your enemies head before a fight. The more bothered they were the less they would be thinking clearly. Rage was a good distraction it made people act foolish and blocked the whole think before you act thing.
Following the boys Ana couldn't help but get excited, she hadn't had a good spar with her brother at all today, minus the small bit where she'd hit him in the head and run but that didn't really count. This was going to be fun. She hated all those stupid dances anyway, they were so boring. Why anyone would want to be close enough to smell someone else's breath or feel it on their neck was beyond her. It even looked uncomfortable, all stiff and doing the same thing as everyone else. Boys lead it too, so that meant she'd have to follow some stupid boy. Like the ones she was following right now.
Ugh. No thanks.
This was way more her style. Plus they were sneaking around even more than she had to do with Kean. Sneaking was half the fun. It didn't take long for them to reach their location and when she saw Anthemion's hand held out for her, she simply glared at him and jumped down on her own. The area they were going to be fighting in was beautiful but she paid it no mind considering she was watching the boy taking notes of which side was his dominant side and everything like that. When fighting everyone was usually taller than her or had more training, so her mind came into fighting a lot more than actual combat did.
"Weapons?" She asked, too bad her father had searched her before leaving the castle. Her staff had been left at home and sighed, "I knew I should have gotten my staff." It was small enough to hid under her dress since it was enchanted to be easily carried. "Unless you have a spare weapon we Caleans are known for hand to hand combat and close range weapons." She said standing straight in the center of the shadows. "Of course unless you NEED your weapon, I guess you could have that advantage. You might need it." She wasn't lying about that, it was known that close combat with Caleans was very hard their archery wasn't the best and neither was spears or magic really. But old fashion hand to hand combat forget it. (Sorry it is short! I couldn't think of anything else > . < A bit of a block on my part )
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What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 3, 2019 22:47:21 GMT -5
{ They'd have unofficial meetings for Professional Thirdwheels. Lol Emi and Ana would only bring them along on their adventures so that they can claim they aren't dates. Askran usually puts up a front with others, but with Kean he'd probably be just making faces and snarky comments at his brother's expense "Kean can you believe he actually spent an hour getting ready for a 'spar'? Pour me some more tea, we're going to be here a while- }
{ Emi will feel Smug and Triumphant but also he has no idea where to go from here?? Does he just hold her hand all day? He's not complaining but he can't let her think that he wants to hold her hand! This is just a devious tactic to throw her off her game! Askran rolls his eyes into another dimension }
{ Honestly I'm all for quality over quantity~ So no need to worry about length- and yours is a perfect example, in any case! It tells me all I need to know and moves us forward in the story~ Also, my reply will probably actually be short- but I can make up for it with not simply writing once and disappearing! I'm free from work and school tomorrow so I can afford to stay up and write more on Sunday as well ;;-;; }
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What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 3, 2019 23:38:42 GMT -5
It may be too early to place his bets- so to speak- but Anthemion had already seen evidence of the princess's brand of 'fighting' and he wasn't too confident in how Askran could handle it. She was clearly goading him with her words and haughty expression, one that melted into a sweet smile when she saw evidence of her success. It made sense that she would start on her 'battle strategy' early on, she must deal with a lot of underestimation and inequality in whoever serves as her opponents- whatever few she may have had. Askran is a pampered prince; Anthemion doubts he's ever met anyone who even pretended to look down on or treat him as any less than royalty. She's trying to get under his skin and it's working.
Anthemion can see the redhead's eyes narrowing as he straightens with evident offense. The older boy can only sigh. 'Don't take the bait, idiot.'
Even for a blacksmith's son, Anthemion is rather familiar with a number of weapons and the methods with which they're wielded. He's happened to hear a tale or two about the Caleans as well, enough to know that the princess speaks the truth. Askran would do well to propose armed combat- though he wouldn't give the two anything that could make them bleed, he's not going to become the reason their kingdoms go to war over an accidental scrape, thanks- but something about the calm, confident way the princess spoke ignited Askran's competitive side, so either way this isn't going to end well.
Askran actually scowls, "I don't need a weapon, nor do I require an 'advantage' or handicap to beat you. In fact, I was going to ask if you needed one. Shall I stay in place so that you don't trip over yourself?"
'This continues to be a terrible idea.' Anthemion thinks dimly.
In the interest of self-preservation, and also damage control, Anthemion pushes away from the wall and steps between the two as if he expects one of them to pounce at any minute. "Hey." He gives Askran a pointed look and is subsequently ignored. "We should at least try for the spirit of fairness, so here's what we're going to do- Three rounds, one unarmed, one armed, and the last allows the previous winner to choose whichever they're best at. Two out of three wins and you can have the glory of being the only royal to win a brawl in someone's garden during a celebration for peace." This he emphasizes to guilt them into the realization of what they're doing. No such luck.
Anthemion smiles wryly and stoops to slide a pair of daggers from his left boot. They're simple in make- black wrapped hilt, rounded guards and pommel- but smaller and thinner than the norm, to allow for easy concealing and carrying. A bronze embossed 'A' marks the sheaths. After a moment of hesitation, he hands them over and tries not to blush when Askran immediately slips his from its sheath to study the blade.
"You made this?" He marvels, ire forgotten as he turns to Anthemion with wide golden eyes and an appreciative smile. The blond avoids his gaze and tugs at a lock of hair self-consciously. "It's nothing special." He huffs. "Stop looking at it. The sheaths stay on. No removing them, and the first person to draw blood loses."
"Boo." Askran sticks his tongue out and gives the princess a playfully conspiratorial glance. "He's taking all the fun out of it."
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inky
I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Aug 5, 2019 16:21:56 GMT -5
Hearing the boy ask if she wanted a handicap she grinned, "Actually that would make things much faster. Then I really wouldn't need to put any effort on winning." Anaris grinned seeing she was getting him very clearly annoyed, he didn't do a very good job of hiding it. Of course she didn't do a very good job of reigning in her confidence. She was by no means a bad fighter for her age, but she was also six so it wasn't going to be a very intricate or graceful fight.
As the older boy walked between them her blue gaze turned to him, giving him a once over her eyes watched as he took the daggers from his boot and held on out to each of them. Taking hers she examined it taking it out of the sheath slightly, it was nice enough, they would serve their purpose. Then she heard him say to keep them in their sheaths, her face dropped now that wasn't much fun was it? She guessed it made sense seeing as if they both came back to the ballroom with cuts everywhere her parents would flip out. Putting it back fully her eyes moved to the prince as he spoke, mischief danced across her face. "Not all the fun." She smirked but then her brow furrowed as she looked up at him a mixture of confusion and anger taking over. "Wait. Does that mean I can't elbow him in the nose?" The girl whined a bit, that was the first thing she was going to do once she was close enough.
That really wasn't fun, if she hit him hard enough she'd draw blood that was for sure, and that meant fighting completely dirty was off the table. Maybe she was going to have to try after all if she couldn't actually hurt him. Groaning a bit at the whole keeping things civil Ana flipped the dagger in her hand once as she stomped her foot, "Fiiiine. I'll play fair." Anaris rolled her eyes for a moment. "I say we do weapons first since we already have them." Her brow raised slightly, "Ready to loose to a princess?" She moved her foot back, turning her body sideways to make herself a smaller target. "Bring it little Prince." Of course she was going to talk a defensive stance, daggers weren't her best weapon, she was more a of a spear or staff girl or hands but she could figure it out. She'd done something like this with Kean once with little training weapons made of wood. How was she going to do this but be nice at the same time.
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 5, 2019 19:46:13 GMT -5
{ They'll just keep telling themselves that... }
{ lol Ana and Emi will wonder how/when they became such good friends and Kean & Ran will have war flashbacks to all the times they were forced to third wheel the poor attempts at flirting. Anthemion would be like Shang from Mulan "you...you fight..good." }
{ Anthemion is smirking but he's also blushing so. They're just a couple of blushy idiots and Ran is like 'how do you not know?!' }
{ #Quality! }
{ lol it be like that sometimes. I can try to write today, but I have a lot to write for now, so it might just be a draft- }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 5, 2019 23:22:06 GMT -5
Anthemion immediately regrets giving them weapons when he sees how bloodthirsty these two apparently are. Whatever happened to being poised and calm and whatever else bluebloods were supposed to be? "No you can't elbow him in the nose." He says emphatically, speaking over Askran derisively asserting that she's welcome to try. The princess actually groans and stomps her foot. But at least she's listening. Still, Anthemion eyes the hand holding the dagger warily.
"That's all I can hope for, apparently." He mutters dryly, but obligingly backs away when he sees them getting ready to begin.
"Ready to lose to a prince?" Askran returns haughtily, perhaps not quite understanding what she intended. Anthemion allows himself to be a bit impressed at the stance she takes, showing that she does know something, even if intuitively. Askran, on the other hand, is more accustomed to fighting with his magic. He does have some training, however, and assumes a different stance. Body low, boots spaced just so as he rocks onto the balls of his feet in readiness. He bends his arm slightly so that the dagger is held protectively in front of him.
"Ready?" Anthemion eyes them both before he waves a hand. "Begin." Askran attacks first, lunging forward with his weapon extended in a short jab, likely testing her reflexes.
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