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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 9, 2016 16:23:18 GMT -5
'Tis a place for me and Ult for our 1x1 roleplaying, I got creative with the title
Not private, open to chatters
taadaaaa
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 9, 2016 17:23:20 GMT -5
Woops I have the worst attention span
Kk so two characters each-ish, and I think we'd talked about having;
One believed-dead royal from a conquered kingdom out for revenge One Captain of the Guard undercover One magical being (in disguise?) One "somewhat useless except for eyecandy" royal
You know, all the works for a disfunctional assassin squad.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 9, 2016 17:34:27 GMT -5
it's cool I just spent 15 minutes watching a person open boxes on youtubes so
Can we call them the Dysfunctional assassin squad, that's their new group name. So who gets what? Do we draw sticks or something I mean idk. I am cool for any of them really, I'm gonna have a female and male like the norms, and should there be romance? incorporate some heartbreak to really make it a bit like SJM
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 9, 2016 19:24:26 GMT -5
ohmy I am so guilty of that too like I start with something productive but then somehow I'm like two hours into watching something really niche and random
Umm yeah sure maybe like I'll number them randomly from 1-4 & then you can pick 2 numbers and those can be your characters if that makes sense... I have potential characters that could work for any of them.
omg yes the dysfunctional assassin squad consisting of like one actual assassin (maybe) and three impostors cx
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 9, 2016 19:36:13 GMT -5
I know right, I just get so curious like what is inside the boxes? Do they like what is inside the boxes? Do I like the box? Who knows, I have to click on video.
I would say we draw straws but we can't, which is sad cause I got some silly straws. But that number system thing sounds good, it's either that or we can stay here all night and just go idk a lot lol
I couldn't help but crack up at the maybe, cause all I thought of was like the three asking the assassin about killing someone and the assassin agrees just to go "Maybe" at the end
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 9, 2016 21:21:28 GMT -5
lol yeah I know. Must know what's in the box.
Darn those silly straws sound delightful. But yeah pick two numbers between 1 & 4.
"Okay so (actual assassin) do you have a plan?" "...I might." "Okay so do we kill (blank)?" "Well... maybe."
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 9, 2016 21:28:22 GMT -5
just gotta know
Errrrmmmmmm 2 and 4
"What do you mean maybe?" "I mean maybe" "So do we kill (bloop) or (Bleerp)" "Well we might have to kill both" "MIGHT?"
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 9, 2016 22:31:46 GMT -5
Okay so I said
Believed-dead royal (3) Captain (2) Magical being (1) Kinda useless royal (4)
So you get the Captain and the somewhat useless royal & I've got the other two, if that sounds okay.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 10, 2016 5:01:11 GMT -5
That's completely fine, I kind of wanted the somewhat useless royal. I just need to decide the hard parts, and figure out what characters to use lol.
the maybe assassin squad, assemble
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 10, 2016 7:51:00 GMT -5
Ah okay great. & now I have to figure my characters out too. Do you want descriptions beforehand or just do them in roleplay because I am super lazy.
Let's do this - in part.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 10, 2016 10:21:03 GMT -5
Nah we can just do it through roleplay, I'm also too lazy. I just don't know to name these little rascals.
go go maybe assasins
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 10, 2016 10:39:06 GMT -5
Oh lovely, then we're in agreement. Question is, how do you want to start this? I assume with this group coming together & stuff... Of course none of them being honest about who they are and why they're really there, typical of assassins.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 10, 2016 11:51:12 GMT -5
That was what I was wondering about, like I want to start it off interesting but I don't know how. Maybe there is a huge festival going on and the royal family is going to the arena to watch some magicals fight or something?
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 10, 2016 13:12:37 GMT -5
Yeah that could work. So for their various reasons everyone is at the match. & my (person out for revenge) is in the market for a crew kind of last minute because the festival brings the perfect opportunity for the assassination so yeah... I guess we can go from there?
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 10, 2016 13:34:46 GMT -5
Yeah and my captain person could be heading to the match or whatever with the ditzy royal person because they are like late or something like that.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 10, 2016 13:49:38 GMT -5
Wait does that mean the ditzy royal is literally on the team of their own assassination? Or maybe they're not part of the squad but they keep stumbling upon them and well now they're just involved because well the Captain can't be recognized now can they?
Okay so in that case; would you like to start or shall I?
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 10, 2016 16:14:52 GMT -5
lol yeah he keeps on helping out so captain doesn't get in trouble.
I'm a bit distracted could you?
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 10, 2016 16:29:24 GMT -5
Yeah sure might take me a little while.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 10, 2016 16:40:33 GMT -5
thanks friendo
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 10, 2016 20:01:52 GMT -5
《 No problem, one starter; ** oh and by the way 'Heulfryn' is pronounced Hale-vrin because you know I had to pick something hard to pronounce xp 》
The arena went wild as they dragged out the first competitor, kicking and screaming like some sort of wild animal. Of course, that was about what these people equated her to be. A beast, a monster, something to be locked up. Inhuman. She looked every bit the part; her skin a slimy shade of green, like swamp water, dappled like algae in a pond. Her long hair hung limp, greasy, her eyes eyes entirely black and much too large for her face. She was thin and bony, with arms that ended in long, gnarled clawed fingers. Her sharp pointed teeth were bare as she wailed and begged for them to let her go. But her cries were ignored by every set of ears but her own pointed pair. It didn't matter what she wanted. She was there for the entertainment of the crowd.
It didn't matter that the girl had no magic of her own. It didn't matter that her features were not identical to the ones of the faerie the guards had thrown into the cage beneath the arena. It didn't matter that her skin was not slimy to the touch as it appeared to be, as it had been, so long as they could drag her out to the arena’s dirt. It didn't matter that her hair was an inch shorter, or a shade darker, nor that she was a tad heavier, less spindly-looking than the original. Didn't matter that her pleas were true - that this was a mistake, that they needed to let her go. Didn't matter that looks could be deceiving, for despite her appearance the girl was entirely, one hundred percent human.
The real faerie was long gone by now - hopefully. Heulfryn had seen to that. She'd sobbed as he'd freed her, unlocked her cell and told her to run, to disappear. She hadn't argued. The human had sobbed as he'd done the opposite. But he felt no remorse. The human had spent the short span of her petty mortal life in the laps of the nobility that sponsored these sorts of matches. She'd wept and cursed and begged for him to free her.
”Play your part and I'll consider letting you live, changeling,” He'd said to her. And then he'd left.
Now Heulfryn watched from the audience, the glamour upon him as convincing as the one on the girl far below. He looked for all intents and purposes like an young man. His eyes were a completely ordinary green - unlike their natural unearthly shade of gold. His ears were round, his skin a healthy flush. No one would have suspected anything but a middle class citizen out to enjoy the tournament had they paid him any attention.
He hated the matches, but they did provide a certain amount of opportunity. The great advantage to holding the strings of half the field was that he could control the outcome of the match. And given the amount of cash tossed around in bets, this was a considerable power. There were plenty of other ways for one such as himself to turn a profit in the city, but Heulfryn enjoyed the irony of this particular situation. Him, a ‘magical creature’, earning money off of fights between ‘magical creatures’. It would've had any of the preening aristocrats in the top boxes fuming had they any idea.
It didn't hurt that he needed cash.
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Nerys hadn't been in this city for even twenty-four hours yet, and already she despised it. She already missed the sway of the ship beneath her feet, the sound of the wind against her sails, the spray of salt in the air. Solid ground felt wrong after two months at sea. She'd drawn the short straw at their past two stops in port and had to stay with the ship, although she could have convinced any one of the younger crew members to stay in her place if she'd had the heart. Even after three months of sailing aboard the Red Queen most of them had trouble looking her in the eye. Mori, they whispered when they thought she couldn't hear. The Lyr word for the wraiths that haunted dark waters and lured innocent sailors to their graves.
But it would be a long time before she would taste the sea again, if she ever did. She had business in (*city name), and Nerys wasn't sure she'd survive the week. What she intended to do definitely warranted an execution in this country - something she was well aware of despite spending the majority of her life abiding by the much looser laws at sea.
Her hatred for the city went far deeper than the soil beneath her feet, and she had every intention of tearing it down to its roots. Starting on the inside.
”I see you are no more charming on land than at sea,” came an accented voice to her right. Aalto, the northerner. He, at least, could look her in the eye when he addressed her, and was just as much a foreigner on these shores as she was. “Going to see the match? I heard they've got one of your sisters, Mori.”
“Not with you, fish-breath.” She cut back. He laughed, throwing an arm around her shoulders.
“Ah, come on, I hear there are plenty of dark places to sneak off to under the stands.” “Then it would be a fine place to gut you.”
He laughed again, while her own lips stayed straight. She was joking, of course, just as he was in flirting with her. Or perhaps he wasn't; she'd never been entirely sure, but it didn't matter now. Nerys would never sail with the Red Queen again, something she had failed to mention to the captain. Oh well. Besides, Aalto may not have been ugly, but she'd always thought he looked rather like a bear. Bears weren't very high on her list of things she had the urge to kiss.
Aalto was still talking to her. “Captain’s been saying we're likely to head further south after this for the winter. To the warm waters,” he said this as if it excited him. Nerys thought this was rather amusing given that the man was the poster boy for the northern continent - pale, bleached out colouring, bright blue eyes and a beard she thought might be longer than her own hair. “What do you say to that, Mori?”
Nerys faltered, cutting him a quick glance. “Excellent,” she replied, a second too late. “Good money to be made down south.”
He was quiet for a second. And then, “You are not sailing to the south with us.” Not a question. “For all they say about you, Mori , you are a horrible liar.”
She couldn't answer. As they came into sight of the massive arena, Nerys ducked out from under his arm and stalked away.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 10, 2016 22:21:47 GMT -5
[ oh goodness we gotta name the kingdoms I forgot about that ksjf;as ] [ Okay ummm this kingdom is gonna be called Kevior (ke-VE-or)cause I suck at naming stuff as well as making titles. Also please don't mind the horrible response, this post is all over the place ] [ Thank you so much for that, cause 9 out of 10 I butcher peoples names and that name could have ended up in jumbles ]
"Do you know how late you are? Or do you enjoy giving me heart pain before every match?"
The prince turned around at the sound of his companions voice, a frown gracing his face as he turned around toward the large arching doorway ( Well it was really his bedroom door ) to where the figure shrouded in maroon cloth. "I'm not that late. The match probably hasn't even started yet" The prince said, struggling to button up the clean and fresh silver vest. "It has, they have two competitors already picked and they are not waiting" The form said, their footsteps brushing across the marble floor and towards the king, coming up to stand eye to eye with the prince. On a normal day, there would have been a slight height difference between the two but today had to stringed up to look like the pretty picture they have spent so long in trying to paint to the public. The prince didn't speak as two metal gloved hands brushed aside the curtain of the maroon cloak and silks to finish buttoning up the vest, two sapphire eyes glancing up to meet with their prince. He was looking to the side, a grim look smeared over his usual cheerful face.
"Why do I have to go to these things...?" He said, sounding almost like a child when saying those words. "Why do I have to watch this Rei?" He said with more sorrow soaked into his words. The guard stopped, looking up at the prince before shifting those metal gloved hands back into the cloak. "I know it's hard....I know that it's difficult to watch..." They began, the voice coming out as female actually. Usually it was kept lower, she had to force it to be lower but when she wasn't in the eyes of the public she could speak without sounding like someone had forced her to drink in acid or eat rocks. "But you have to endure it for a little bit longer alright?" She tried to say in some word of comfort but he just shook his head, just to keep her from saying anything more. "I can't...I can't understand it...." He said with a soft laugh, turning away from her and walking towards the door slowly, glancing over his shoulder. "How can you watch? I mean..." He began, letting the clothed and armored girl trail beside him. "Because it's what people expect of us. To watch. To seem like we enjoy....so you have to suck it up and act like you enjoy it Atticus" She said softly, her voice slightly muffled through the cloth wrapped around her head leaving only her eyes to be seen. He crinkled his nose at her comment, looking down at his hands that were fumbling with his cufflinks that bore the royal symbol of his family.
"As a Valhalla you have to carry out your duties and-"
"Can we save the 'You are a prince and you gotta do what prince people do' speech until after this is done? Plus I can't take you seriously dressed like that" He said, and smirked slightly. Very Atticus fashion of him to switch the topic so easily to something that didn't involve deep subjects. But she seemed to take the slip anyway, not really wanting to talk about the subject that they were tittering on anymore for the time being. She just huffed and slipped past him, the soft clink of armor beneath the maroon cloak seemed to only make Atticus snicker softly. "Stop that!" She said, turning around sharply as his snickers increased. "I'm sorry! I'm just...this is still so new to me I just-" He said between snickers, following after his friend down the marbled halls of the palace and toward the front gates where they would be escorted to the arena. "You look so serious and when you use your macho voice it's like...it's like a little puppy with a really deep bark" He said with a fit of snickers and chuckles that echoed around the marble halls. "Is it hard to walk in those boots or...or do you just have to clunk around a bit?" Atticus poked, trying so hard not to step on the maroon cloak that floated around her ankles. Rei felt a muscle somewhere twitch at his snickers and taunts, finally turning around to punch the prince squarely in the shoulder. "Stop it or else you can arrive to the arena with two shiny black eyes" She said, her fist still raised to prove she wasn't afraid to harm royal blood.
Atticus held up his hands in defeat, letting his female friend take the lead back down the hall while listening to her muffled mumbling. Rei and Atticus were two odd pairs stuck in a cage, Atticus was the ever loyal and - Well if you ask Rei what Atticus was like she would describe him as 'Probably the stupidest prince you will ever meet in your life' and that was the honest truth. Rei has known Atticus since she was appointed as the captain of his guard, learning everything about him was her job and her summary sadly was just how stupid he was. Atticus was ditzy, didn't pay attention to his own surroundings, could barely hold a sword without hurting himself somehow, and would rather run around in a field then actually sit down and learn his own country's history. She has spent hours before hand trying to get him to focus, to remember certain oaths and to even get him to hurt her in sword training. But if you were to ask Atticus of what he thought of Rei during their time together, he would gladly sum her up as 'A half pint that is full of either sarcasm or really blunt truth' which is actually more tame then her own summary of Atticus. If you take away the boots and the cloak, and the overly sized bulk armor you would be left with a girl with short chopped amber hair and hard blue eyes that could burn a hole through you.
The two were came down to the front gates as expected, Atticus being led right to a pack of horses with a single shiny dressed saddled horse in the middle. Each one was already mounted with a heavily armed guard that must have been waiting for a while. It actually made Atticus feel bad for keeping them all waiting, he knew those suits of armors weren't really the best in this kind of weather. Kevior weather was usually warm and stale, and trapped in a suit of armor wasn't really the best. Meanwhile, Rei took the more plain horse towards the front, her own eyes darting towards the looming structure that let it's dark shadow fall over them as the sun began to fall slightly in the evening sky. The arena, made from hard sandstone and gritty black dirt plucked from the nearby ash beaches on the southern coast of Kevior. Black so people didn't have to see how much blood was actually staining that earth tapped on top of it. She dug her heels in her horse, letting out a sharp command to the rest of the horses and flicked her wrist forward, the group moving toward the arena where of course the so called 'entertainment' was waiting for them.
Since Atticus was late, he of course missed the grand entrance the royal family usually got, thank the gods. He was lead right up to the main balcony that over looked the whole black sanded space below, Rei followed suit in her covers of maroon cloaks and clinking heavy armor. The cheering around him was nauseating, he could see the two figures being dragged out into the middle of the space below. He wanted to run back down the stairs and just vomit all over the side of the wall, the feeling in his stomach churning and flipping like crazy. But they were at the stop of the stairs sooner then he thought, his eyes going straight towards the furnished seats that were made just for the royal family. His father was of course leaning against the railing and watching the events below while his mother stayed more in the shade and away from the sun, holding his new born baby sister in her arms. He didn't move forward at first, but with a reassuring nudge from Rei he moved more towards his father. "Your highness, your son...." Rei said loud enough for him to hear, her eyes watching Atticus move to his fathers side. The two looked so much alike it was almost scary, the only thing missing was Atticus and some facial hair. That same pitch black hair and mixed hazel eyes, the same structure in the jaw and the same body stance. "Ah! Atticus!" The king said, turning to his son and clapping him on the shoulder and smiling so wide it almost hurt Rei's own face. "Glad to have you here at last, I almost thought Rei couldn't drag you out of bed but it seemed like she was able to get you all polished for today!" He said, turning around to adjust one of the pins on Atticus's collar.
"Yeah...she sure did" Atticus said, knowing this was the only other safe place for Rei to be mentioned as a female. As the Captain of the guard, Rei being a female in and leading one of the most trusted forces in the kingdom would be....disheartening for a lot of people in Kevior. The captain of the guards have been lead by men for the past century and to have a female lead a group of men because of the promises made in the last war well, it could mean trouble. So it was important to keep her as a her....a secret.
But on a side note she really did drag Atticus out of bed.
Like by the ankles, it still hurts actually.
"Yes...speaking of Rei I need you to make your rounds right away since you had come in late with Atticus." The King said, looking toward the captain and gesturing toward the exit. Rei didn't speak nor did she refuse, she just dipped her head and began her leave of the area and toward the stairs that would lead to the stands holding the very normal people who were screaming and howling like wild animals. Leaving poor Atticus to his lonesome in the shaded balcony with his father, who only went on to talk about how good of a catch they had today. "This one is going to be good I feel it. We caught them last night I believe and I think....this one is a fae from what I am told. So it has to be good" He said and chuckled like this was of good sport. It only made Atticus sick to his stomach even further. He wished that Rei would turn back to take him with her to patrol around the stands for anything weird.
"Yeah should be really good....."
Kill me
"I honestly don't put bets on these things but maybe we could place a small bit eh?"
I don't got no money though, my money is your money what kind of gambling is this.
"Or maybe we can turn this into a dare right? Something fun like we use to do?"
Rei come back.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 11, 2016 19:03:29 GMT -5
《 kk I'm gonna speed write (or attempt to) a reply because I've been doing homework so far & technically I've still got some math work to do but pfff. I'll be fiiine. 》
《 & Nerys's kingdom is called Lyriad (it's okay my naming skills are equally horrible you see) 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 11, 2016 20:06:29 GMT -5
[ Take your time, I'm looking over this post and just cringing. I was too tire to think properly anyway. And I understand the struggle of so much homework *has a 6 page research paper to finish
But Lyriad sounds so cool, like a elf city
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 11, 2016 21:37:46 GMT -5
《 Don't even worry about it. This was one of those “I don't even know what I'm writing right now kind of posts”
oh my, good luck 》
It had been a while since Nerys had been in such a crowded place. There must've been over a thousand people in the massive arena, more. It was hard to get a count on the crowd as she pushed through them. Something squeezed a little in her chest. She wasn't claustrophobic - it was hard to be when you were used to living on a ship where your cabin was little bigger than a glorified box (at least she'd managed to glower her way into a private cabin rather than the main crew's quarters) - but after so long seeing a single group of people the variation was a little dizzying.
People had come from all over for the festival - the biggest annual festival on this continent. She recognized the pale shades of the northern folk, who looked as though they'd been carved from the icy land from which they'd hailed. Darker skinned folk from the south east, red manes of curls from the Amber Isles. And among them, though far fewer than people of other ethnicities, were men and women who shared Nerys's own colouring. Tanned skin, lighter than the rich caramel tones from the kingdoms in the south west, straight hair of varying browns - though her own chocolate brown shade was not uncommon - eyes of honey brown or hazel or pewter. No, there was no abundance of Lyrians in the crowd in Kevior; not in the country that had betrayed them, handed them to their enemies on a silver platter.
But a couple was good. A couple meant Nerys didn't appear unreasonably exotic. She didn't mind a little attention sent her way, but she had no desire to seem suspicious as she made her way through the stands slowly, unhurriedly. It wasn't the match that had drawn her here, but the crowd. An opportunity to check in on her prospects. To check how far the whispers she'd dropped in at every hall, bar, and hole in the wall she'd crawled through the night before. Whispers of a dangerous job. A high-stakes job. A well-paying job.
She needed a crew. And not the one aboard the Red Queen . Pirates and privateers were only different by name, but for this job she wanted neither. For this job Nerys wanted assassins.
Because she was going to assassinate the royal family.
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Heulfryn eyed the girl down below, now picking herself up from the black earth onto which she'd been thrown by the guards. Across the ring her opponent had emerged, roaring at the crowd as he made a show of the flames dancing around his fingers. Human, though. A magic-wielder, then. Heulfryn’s lip curled with distaste. A human and a show-off.
His eyes never left the arena down below, but his focus did as he tuned into his superior hearing - a challenge even for him to pick apart the wave of sound, muddled by the cheers and chatter all around. “I saw this gorgeous gown at…” No, not what he was looking for. “Where do you think they dragged that from? It's hideous!” Internally, Heulfryn bristled. Not that, either. Then, a faint clink, the distinct sound of coins passed from one hand to another. Heulfryn homed in on the sound. “On the flame-wielder. Winning in under ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes? Oi, I'd reckon five, chap, by the looks of ‘is opponent.”
“Ten. The sobbing is an act, but the rat won't last long once the action starts.”
Heulfryn smirked a littled. Not far off, another man placed a bet on the human mage. And another. And another. A couple argued for the faerie, saying the man’s arrogance was going to come back and bite him, but the majority had their money on the magician. Which was exactly what he'd wanted when he'd bet a generous amount earlier that day. On the whimpering, miserable girl down below who hadn't a lick of magic of her own.
Heulfryn did. And he was more than confident he was stronger than a human. Even from the stands.
He'd killed at least three birds with one stone; freed an innocent faerie, gotten a little vengeance on one member of the babbling, obnoxious aristocracy and earned himself a substantial amount of money. Well, not quite yet. But he would.
“Bron said he heard there was big money in it.” Heulfryn blinked, narrowing his focus on that slip of conversation. Hushed voices. Men who didn't want to be overheard. Obviously they were in the wrong locale.
“I heard it ain't worth the risk. I don't fancy losin’ my head over some gold coins.”
“What do you figure they want, then?”
“Probably after one of them nobles. Some’ll pay buckets to get rid of their competitors.”
“You sure? The Selene’s a bit of a seedy place for the nobility.”
“Well they ain't exactly gonna plan an assassination in their own usual haunts, are they. Dimwit.”
An assassination. Heulfryn usually left that sort of business be. He wasn't that desperate for money, although… Morality certainly wasn't holding him back. He didn't go around killing people, but it would be far from the first time. Though he'd had much longer than most to raise that number. The Selene . He recognized the hall by name. Not far from his apartment. And, as the men had commented, far from a reputable establishment. The kind he'd mostly lost the taste for in past decades.
Trumpets blared around the arena, and Heulfryn’s attention wandered back to the two figures far below in the arena.
The match was about to start.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 11, 2016 23:43:33 GMT -5
[ can I match your post with a 'I don't know what I'm typing but I think I have something' post? ] [ Idk why but I feel like my characters are very boring for some reason x~x gonaa get some more sass in them ] [ god help me I'm just half crapping it by now Yayyyyyy colleggeeeee]
Rei hated doing patrols while it was busy in the stands. It was like going through a sea of sweaty, drunk, and foul smelling pigs. The warm sun didn't help either as to almost literally BAKING Rei inside her suit and layers of maroon cloaks, like making bread but more REI-ead.
She had almost hoped the King wouldn't have sent her on this little adventure through the stands, having to walk along the top rows where most of the room was. People tended to stay more towards the rim of the arena to get the best view of the fights, that and sometimes if one gets too tipsy then they can go tumbling down a sea of people and that was a whole other mess that she didn't want to tango with. "I'm going to check around this end of the rim along with the West rim, Hector you check the North end and Conroy you check the south end of the rim. Circle on back with any reports of the usual, if there is anything going on take care of it so as not to disturb the match" She commanded the two guards flanking her sides, gesturing forward with her metal glove for them to go. "Right away ma....Sir" One began, she didn't even know which one. They all looked the same in those silver helmets and matching armor pieces decorating their body armor. They should have different armor plating...with names stamped right there so she could see it.
Right now she could be doing something a lot better like....really anything was better at this point. Even scooping out the horses stalls were better. The King thought Rei would....enjoy today's match. She didn't enjoy they idea at all, she hated it. It made her skin bristle the tiniest bit but also it....frightened her. Having magicals around put her on edge enough, having creatures that were stronger then a mortal man and couldn't be killed as easily as one just struck some cords with her. But now they were rounding them up in groups, putting them against each other and for what? So they can wake up the next morning to do the same thing over and over again only to be snuffed out in any match that came their way?
Wow.
She's gotta find better reading material after this....
She shrugged off the new found thoughts that crawled into her mind and instead focused on her job, you know the one where she had to slink around like a dude but was really a girl burning under layers of metal and cloth. Her boots scrapped against the rough stone, taking her sweet time to descend the stairs and gently nudged people out of the way to get to the first set of rows near the rim. And 'The Rim' if you were wondering, was the exact set of stands and rows that were the closest to the edge of the arena. It was where most of the trouble liked to break out. On good days, she wouldn't have to do much but just keep a steady cold glare on some loud bunch of men, but on bad days is when she would have to haul her butt into the crowd to either drag two fighting parties apart or to keep a certain person from being pushed into the arena. These seats were considered the very best and the very worst, being the cheapest you can get but there was a good 50/50 chance you could get pushed into a pit with a screaming banshee or warlock.
Some people stopped talking altogether when she stood at the end of the row, her shadow falling across their forms as she stood just a bit higher then them. This was the closest she has been to the public, but when they saw her they didn't really make much of it. Just hushed their voices and let their whispers fly past her ears. All this cloth wrapped around her wasn't helping either, in fact she felt like a oven and slowly cooking from the inside, she wouldn't be surprised if they cracked open her armor to find she was a shade darker and smelled like cooked pork. Or would she smell like chicken?....Lamb? These thoughts were the real question on her mind, her eyes lazily dragging over the heads of the citizens that were cheering and yelling. Her eyes swiveled down to the arena once more and her stomach lurched, seeing the almost sad display before her. How can anyone stand and cheer while someone else cries and begs for help? She thought to herself, turning her shoulder slightly so she wouldn't have to look straight on at the display.
But a hand yanked on her shoulder, turning her back toward the fight. A gloved hand similar to her own. "Don't tell me you're going to ignore this little golden match are ya?" someone, somehow, whispered in her ear. "I mean come on, being captain I would think you would squeeze up to the front row right?" Her eyes turned upwards to the man holding her shoulder, Giddon was grinning at her with his brown hair slicked back from his face and his beard trimmed close to his jaw. Looking as sharp as ever. "Why aren't you up there? I thought all the drunkards and abusers were kept toward the front" She responded. Now Rei might be Captain of the guard, but there was only one other person who held the same level of authority as she did. And that was this lump of sour dough. Giddon Gray was a knight in the streets but a foul smelling, pig, flirtatious donkey that Rei would love to see get ran over by carriage. "Don't get so tense Sir..." he said close to her ear, pushing her forward slightly so they were both moving closer to the edge of the ring. "I'm sure you would love a front row seat right?" He prodded, clapping her on the shoulder and laughing softly like they were both in some private room together. "Unless you're...frightened?"
"I'm sure the only person frightened here was your mother when she saw your face when giving birth" Rei answered, but trying to put purchase under her feet to stop moving. "She probably asked the gods why the heck did she stuck with a troll for a babe"
"Oh I know! Maybe she thought you were a sacrifice and was suppose to kill you but she decided not to because not even the gods want you running around I mean-"
"Enough with your....quips" He growled through a tight smile, somehow the both of them were pressed against the thick stone and marble mixed wall, looking right down at the two magicals about to unleash who knows what. "They aren't quips...they are life facts"
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"And so that is why I think the fire one will be victorious"
"Atticus you just kept on saying on how his fire was too 'hot to handle'"
"Exactly" Atticus tried, his smile plastered on his face while his father was leaning forward on his elbows on the railing watching his son beside him. "I don't think that really makes sense...." The king said but seemed to shrug it off before looking back down to his arena with a wide smile. "But I do think that the one with the fire will win in the end. Besides look at that thing down there! It's crying like it lost it's mother" The king laughed softly, taking up one of the offered goblets to swig down a cool sip of some wine or something that would stain his royal silver and light ice blue clothing. Atticus had no choice but to smile, a tight smile and practiced smile that he had molded over the years just so he could look happy on the outside. When really he was screaming and yelling on the inside, wanting to yell profanities that would make his grandmother roll over in her grave ( Sorry grandmamma ) or even drag his father down to those pits and force him to see up close the damage that is done to those people. It was disgusting, it was gut tightening and just plain cruel.
His mother didn't utter a single word to his father, just sat in the back on her chair while cradling the baby in her arms. A small flicker of anger sparked inside of Atticus as he glanced back at his new born sibling. Why on earth would a baby even be here? Why would his father even let his mother and sister come to this? "Mother...." Atticus began as he turned back to the two, his hands nervously sliding on the front of his black trousers. "Shouldn't you be back in the palace with Mira? I mean...she's only a couple of months old....and you are still weak from..." He tried, his voice wavering slightly as he continued but his mother hit him with one of those bright smiles. "Don't worry Atticus...your father thinks being outside more will be healthy...plus Mira needs to get use to our rather loud country men" His mother responded, voice so light it almost slipped past his ears completely had he not focused on her voice. Right. It would be healthy....
His right muddy boot that this was healthy. He could ride in the back of a cows wagon that hasn't been clean for weeks and say that was healthier then this. His baby sister was swaddled in thin silk pieces of cloth while his mother was covered in a similar shade of icy blue styled in a billowy dress perfect for warm days. Still she looked too pale...she looked too....fragile. Ever since Mira was born she's been like this and he wasn't sure if he should order her back or just stand on the side lines. It was like a tug-a-war almost. And it sucked so much to be on both ends pulling this way and that. "Atticus!" His father said, a hand clamping onto the others shoulder so hard Atticus could have buckled right there with a broken shoulder....if that was possible. He hasn't broken a lot of bones but once Rei punched him in the face and he got a bloody nose....but his nose didn't break so.....
"Pay attention boy, it's starting! Now I bet you anything this boy here is going to go a bit wild at first. But then again this fae here is acting all soft and whiny that she might be planning something herself. I always hear fae are crafty fellows"
"Yeah. They're pretty good at basket weaving and necklace beading."
"What?"
"You know....crafty....crafting?....Joke?" Atticus tried, looking at his father with a sheepish smile while trying to explain why the joke was....suppose to make him laugh but it seemed to go in one ear and just kind of stall for a bit before picking back up again. He could see the wheels turn and click before his father let out a sharp booming laugh. "HA! I get it! Funny!" His father said with a bellowing laugh, clapping his son on the shoulder. Atticus on the other hand felt like he was about to vomit his own lung from the hits, wondering how on earth Atticus came out so tiny bodied and more lean then his muscled and taller built father. "Maybe you can tell me more after the match" His father said, the gates from below clicked shut and the arena went up in a thunderous roar as the match began. The pounding of drums startled Atticus, the loud beat coming out war like and intense like this was something new every day.
Like calm down....this happened every other week at the least.
Atticus kept his eyes trained to the arena but more towards the people, wondering how on earth they could stand for this.
To see someone cry for help and do nothing about it? Wasn't their job to protect those that lived on their lands....so why were they tasked with killing them? Using them like some kind of....puppet. Only to be recycled into this horrible army and pushed into war.
Then again they had no where to talk. His father had sent a whole kingdom into flames without so much as a wink to what could happen in the long run. Atticus clenched his jaw shut, trying hard not to growl or curse. Or to vomit.
Oh wait that could be the breakfast he ate earlier.....
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 12, 2016 22:16:55 GMT -5
《 Well here's one I'd like to call “I really just wanted to get a reply up”. Also they're terribly out of sink because Nerys's would obviously have to happen after the conversation occurring in Heulfryn’s but… whatever. It's fine. Everything is fine.
Why is the name Giddon Gray really familiar did you get that from somewhere? Unless I'm hallucinating which is also possible jk I'm tired cx 》
The music that rang out above the noise of the crowd was far too grandiose for the truth of the occasion, in Heulfryn’s opinion. The trumpets that made up the melody belted out a strong but lively tune, one that called for great announcements or led a parade. Underneath was the deep pounding of the drums, more of a call to war than anything. That was how it registered to him, anyway. It rubbed him the wrong way, although everything in that arena did. That these people thought of this as entertainment… it made him want to snarl at every one of them that cheered, laughed, placed coin on the outcome. What did they know of violence, of fighting? Of magic. Did they not remember the war they'd just fought, now just over a decade ago. A blink in comparison to his own life, though he supposed it was different for them. But he thought maybe they'd chosen to forget; chosen to forget the time they'd turned their backs on their allies. The memory still made him bristle. The monarchs of this age disgraced the kings and queens of legend.
A pair of guards pushed to the front of the crowd not twenty feet from Heulfryn’s spot. Odd for them to watch from this section, known as the Rim for the fact that it edged the arena - and was known not to be the kindest of places. Heulfryn would've avoided it like the plague were it not where most of the bets were to go down - and the closest to the arena. His magic was… stronger than most, but it was a lot easier if he was at a closer range. It wasn't uncommon for someone to go over the edge. The guards patrolled it, but they didn't usually spectate. He narrowed his eyes, taking in the stances of the two; one, clean cut and obviously taking pride in their appearance, was leaning in close towards the other. Not Heulfryn’s space to pry, but the other, whose face was concealed looked… tense.
Not his problem, Heulfryn reminded himself. He did not mess with royal guards. He definitely did not help them. Not when the royal guards would throw him in a cage and then into this arena if they ever discovered what he was. At least, they'd try, he mused. They wouldn't get far. But they'd certainly try if it meant a raise in their pay. Mortal men and their greed.
He turned his gaze back to the arena, wishing they'd just be done with this. But they had to make addresses and then play the anthem and formally introduce any particularly special guests in attendance and also introduce the fighters (with significantly less respect than for the dignitaries paying to watch). He wanted to win this fight, collect his money and get out of there (after freeing his little actress, who he doubted would ever sponsor one of these matches again). But instead he found his attention drawn to that pair of guards once again, to the one who looked as though he'd rather be just about anywhere else just then. And Heulfryn found his feet moving beneath him of their own accord.
Casual, strolling steps. Hands in his pockets. His feet stopped by the pair of guards not as if they were the destination, but rather a simple stop along the way. “Everything all right, sirs?” Heulfryn asked, voice soft, although the underlying threat was imminent. Unlike his features - high cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, a straight nose and arching brows - his voice was anything but elegant. Rough, grumbling. Combined with his usual soft tone, it was unsettling. Even if he appeared alarmingly ordinary. “It would be unfortunate for happen at such a… cheery event.” He eyed the one whose face was uncovered. He could practically smell the word womanizer coming off of him. He bristled internally. And the other… Heulfryn stiffened as he caught the scent of the other. But that couldn't be right… his eyes flicked to the smaller man, catching a glint of sapphire eyes beneath his hood. Or more accurately, not a man. Female.
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An assassination. Of the royal family. She was going to kill the royal family.
The least Nerys could do here was at least try to scope out the royal family. She'd heard they were coming to the match today. There wasn't a chance she was going to get anywhere near their box with the amount of security surrounding them, but at least she might get to see them. The Valhallas. The King. The Queen. Their new baby. And a Prince, not far from her in age. It was odd, she thought. Were it not for the actions of this king twelve years ago, she and that Prince may have been friends. May have been married , she thought with a shudder, for political gain.
For once upon a time, she had had a name that meant as much as Valhalla did to these people. Taliesin. The name of a powerful family. A powerful family who now found themselves dead. All but one; a pirate to some, a privateer to others. All a matter of semantics.
She circled the stands until she spied the royals in their box; high above, she couldn't discern anything but their figures. Useless. With a huff of (temporary) defeat, Nerys slumped down into a seat. The match was about to start, and there was nothing more to do until it was over. Nothing more to do until she had a crew and a plan. They seemed to treat these matches very seriously; Nerys herself had never been to one before today, but she'd heard whisperings about them from men at sea. Fanatics and skepticals and magical-enthusiasts. Men who couldn't keep themselves from a gamble and men who enjoyed them more for the revelry that usually followed. Yes, she'd heard a great many things about the magical duels in Kevior.
It took a long time to get under way; that was her first observation of the experience. First they had to go throughs anthems and introductions and blah blah blah what honors they had in this city. Nerys scowled. Less chattering, more battering, she thought with exasperation.
Finally they called for the fight to begin, and the arena below erupted into flame. She blinked, straightening in her seat. The flame-wielder had summoned a halo of flame around himself, and now he was advancing on the green-skinned faerie. The faerie who was still down in the dirt. Come on, girl, Nerys thought as the faerie scrambled back, away from the flames. What sort of magic did a creature like that possess? Did she even have any magic? Nerys sucked in a breath as a tendril of fire shot toward the faerie, and she let out a piercing shriek and -
And a solid wall of black earth shot up between them. The crowd drew a collective gasp. Earth-user. The slimy-skinned faerie had earth magic. Nerys thought for a second the faerie was as shocked as everyone else. The girl scrambled to her feet, holding her hands in front of her the way the fire-mage was doing. Whatever spell that had seemed to be over her had snapped, and the girl ducked around the wall, looking ready to attack.
The fight was a clash of earth and fire after that. Nerys had to admit it was pretty impressive, and indeed, entertaining - until a flame tore up the faerie’s arm, and she emitted a shriek of pain, very real pain, and Nerys was reminded that this wasn't a game for them. For them, it was win or die. Win and serve in an army for the country that had imprisoned you for no reason other than what you were by birth. The same country that had handed Lyriad over to the Empire. Her family. Mum, Da, her brothers; Ira. Gawain. Dafydd. The sight of the flames brought no excitement after all.
Nerys stood, pushing her way back through the throng of people. Out. She needed to get back out. To where she could breathe freely. She breezed past the guards stationed at one set of doors. Not the same ones she'd come in, she wasn't sure. She didn't care. She leaned her back against the wall, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. What was she doing? She'd taken and looted ships if some of the most infamous men at sea. She'd sailed across the ocean, to the far Western Continents and the Southern Isles and further. But killing kings and burning kingdoms? What right did she have to that? She drew in a breath.
She could do this. I'm Nerys Taliesin, she reminded herself. Inimitable, original, one of a damned kind.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 13, 2016 12:19:34 GMT -5
[ Well I will match that one with the 'I actually had caffinee this morning so I can actually stay awake' post. ] [ Do not panic, everything is fine *panic internally* ] [ You are right it is from somewhere, which I didn't connect the dots to until you pointed it out. Giddon Gray is the name of the one bully fox in Zootopia which I had just seen last night lol don't worry I hallucinate too but only on Fridays cause that's party day ]
Atticus visibly flinched back at the high shrill of the fairies voice, too far away to see in detail what the damage was but he could smell the burning flesh. It made his stomach turn and he had to lean forward a bit, in case he would actually toss up his breakfast. "Exciting isn't it?" His father mused beside him, rubbing his trimmed beard and holding his goblet full of wine in the other. He didn't look phased at all, in fact he seemed impressed. Sick, Disgusting, pitiful.... Atticus thought to himself, looking up at his father before looking back down at the fighting creatures. Or people, he should say people. They were humans just like him, why were they doing this to other living beings just because they held a small spark of magic? He didn't understand how his father could let this slide....his father was a good man despite recent events. He looked out for his people and his family, above all else even if it meant....whipping out an entire kingdom. A kingdom that has helped them in the past and vice versa. And I'm standing by letting it happen Atticus thought bitterly, straightening his back when the feeling of throwing up his insides subsided. "I think I'm going to step out for a minute...the smell is making me a bit nauseous" Atticus said softly, his father looking over to him with a raised brow. "It will only be for a moment" Atticus assured him, offering one of his many smiles that he has practiced over and over again in the mirror. His father nodded after a moment and turned his attention toward the fighting down below, tapping his ringed fingers on the stone.
Atticus took leave right after that, not even sparing a glance toward his mother on the way out. He just needed to get away from that view and from that closed off space. His brushed past the guards that stood in the doorway, walking down the stairs far enough so no one could see him. That is when he began gagging, placing his hands on his knees as he gagged, running his hand through his hair and musing it up so that strands fell into his face, unbuttoning the golden button on the red collar strapped around his neck. He wanted to go back to the palace, away from this fight that was wrong on levels he couldn't even begin to explain. He should be use to these fights, he should be okay with the magical beings fighting cause they have been around since the fall of Lyriad. So many creatures escaping to Kevior when their homes were destroyed only to realize that they were to fight all over again but for their lives. And Atticus didn't even do so much as lift a finger to help them today when he was able to. He couldn't help them then, he was a boy when this all started that he didn't understand but....but this was all just a big crazy mess that was waiting to explode in their faces.
He looked up when he heard a roar of happy cheers from the stands, shifting his weight slightly and began to descended the stairs slowly. When emerging in the doorway he was greeted by a single guard there, dressed in silver armor and a long boards word at his side. "My prince what are you doing down here?" He asked when Atticus shifted around him, rubbing his jaw slightly before looking to the guard. "I just...wanted to get some fresh air is all." Atticus said, looking down at the horde of cheering people. The sight wasn't as sharp from here but he could see smoke swirling into the sky in a dark cloud, the ground was all broken up and that smell still stained the air. He didn't know why he came down here anyway, it wasn't like the scene would change because he moved from one place to another. "You should really stay up in the balconies sir" The guard commented, but didn't make a move to take hold of his shoulder and move him back. Atticus just waved his hand to dismiss the words, letting out a tired sigh. "It's fine...Only an idiot will attack a royal in the open"
"You would be surprised as to how many idiots there are in the world"
"How many you think?" Atticus inquired with a sly grin coming across his face before looking toward the stands of people and rubbing his hands together. "I think I would like to sit closer to the arena if you don't mind" He said, beginning to descend down the steps, a weird bird noise like sound escaping the guards mouth. "Sir! Wait you- You have to wait for the Captain to return if you want to do that!" The guard tried to say, catching up to the still descending prince. "Captain Rei does not need to baby sit me every second of the day. There's a reason you guards are called oh I don't know...Guards" Atticus said as he kept on walking down the stairs, the guard running into his back when Atticus came to a stop at one of the rows filled with people. "Is there room for more here?" Atticus asked the women sitting down at the end who looked bored, looking up to the prince and letting out that same bird noise. It has to be a trend here. The women pushed the men sitting next to them over, toppling them to the side while making room for Atticus. "Yes, there is plenty of room for you....your....high....highness" One of them garbled, watching as Atticus nodded and sat down like this was some family dinner.
"Great! I'm sorry if I made things a little....squished" Atticus began to say, looking over to see that people had moved a good distance away from him and were gawking like frogs. His smiled flattened a bit, watching them stare while the match was still going on. "Sir it's not to late to go back to the balcony...these people might have plagues" The guard whispered in his ear.
"If they have the plague why can't I?"
"Because sir you would most likely get very sick for a long time" The guard responded. He had half hoped the guard would say something more....Rei. Rei would have told him out right that he would be so dead that not even a necromancer could bring him back to life. "If I get Rei to come back, will you stop bugging me about going up to the balcony?" Atticus said with a sigh, standing up once more to try and catch a glimpse of expensive maroon cloaks wrapped around a kind of short Captain of the Guard. "Sir please...it's safer up there" The guard pleaded once more, but instead the Prince just left the spot he literally just sat down in to climb back up the stairs toward the main halls with the guard hurrying after him.
"Don't whine so much Jasper!"
"My name is Luka"
"Not today it isn't"
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"You need to unwind anyway Captain" Gray continued to talk, his hand still firmly on her shoulder and keeping her directed toward the match. She tried to turn her head but Gray would shake her shoulder a bit so her attention was back on the two fighting, she could feel the heat coming off the fire being tossed toward the fae. Her heartbeat quickened slightly as a burst of fire licked up the side of the wall sending the crowd into a frenzy. The earth shook beneath her as the fae made the earth move but that didn't seem to be enough to hold off the fire from making contact with her skin. The smell....made Rei nauseous but not sick. She's smelled much worse, smelled death of a thousand decaying bodies. She could withstand a bit of burnt flesh. "Don't you like the spectacle sir?" Gray said with a chuckle, releasing her shoulder to give a few short claps as if he was impressed. "Am I suppose to be yelling and making a ruckus like these people? Would that please you to see me so out of character" She said, not making a move to clap like him, only to scrunch up her nose at the man. Gray was annoying, cruel, two faced and sneaky. True colors that shine when he isn't being watched by the public, which would explain the tight smile he shared on his face for the people around them to see.
"It would please me if you were in the place of that fae instead" He said, softly. So soft she almost didn't catch it but she did. But she didn't let it get to her. She won this spot, she challenged the former captain and took the place as Captain. She earned this spot, crawled through mud and went through years of bribing teachers into letting her learn sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat. Gray was just upset because she had wiped the floor with him during his last challenge. Whoever challenged the Captain of the guard and defeated them would take their place while the former captain would be sent back to the former rank they held before. And for her it was either this or back to being a nothing in the streets, for if you could defeat the captain of the guard in combat then that would mean you are the best of the best. And she was holding onto this rank even if she had to die doing so. So Gray could kiss her-
"Everything alright sirs?"
She blinked at the voice, turning her eyes toward the one who had spoken. It was a man or she thought. He looked too - and she was being honest here - handsome to be a real person. She was almost taken back by his voice, wondering what in the world made him want to sound like that when so many men she usually talked to were all loud and foul mouthed. "Everything is just fine....No need to be concerned mate" Gray said, switching to a lighter tone of voice and straightening up. "The Captain was just observing the fight below right old sport?" Giddon added with a chuckle, nudging Rei slightly who was looking at the stranger with a bit of caution in her eyes. He seemed to dislike Giddon, like he could see under the façade of fake smiles and false gentlemen acts. But when his eyes looked over to her she could have sworn that he tensed, like he....knew something. That something was different.
"Captain? You there? Been drinking a little before coming here eh?" Gray joked with a chuckle. Rei just sighed, looking back to the arena. "I need to get back to the Royal family. As should you" She said, trying to make her voice sound a bit lower but not so low that it sounded unnatural. "Been wasting my time anyway...." She began only to feel her feet shift suddenly as the crowd pushed forward with a loud roar that made her feet vibrate.
The crowd moved so suddenly that she didn't even have time to register was happening. Pretty soon she was smashed against The Rims wall and her cloak was being stepped on by the people swimming around her. She heard the sharp bark of Gray from where he stood, trying to push them back from him and toward the stands once more. She on the other hand was bracing herself with her hands and looking down over the edge, her cloak tightening around her neck and pulling back on her face so some of her hair ended up falling from the cloth around her head. "I said back up! You lot go back to sitting down, we have said no pushing toward the edge of the ring before!" Gray commanded, his larger size was able to push people back away from him, but they still came forward to see over the edge to the injured fae below. I'm not made for being shoved around like a potato sac Rei thought to herself as she tried to shove people back as well, yanking on the cloak so it covered more her face and not so much her neck. She didn't bring her helmet with her today purely because she didn't want to be baking inside her suit of armor from head to toe.
"Please....you all need to stay...back" Rei tried, only to get shoved once more against the wall, her feet dangerously scrapping against the floor as she looked down into the area and could see now in full detail the damage done to the fae. But she was sadly more worried around the swirling flames that lapped up the side and burned her maroon cloak. She jerked back, her heartbeat going crazy as he first instinct was to get away from the edge and back up to the balcony where she could get away safely and far from the magic. The fae was cornered and the darkness of her skin from the burn was sending up little swirls of black smoke. Her arm now looked like a really burnt piece of meat with some bloody patches here and there.
I'm not eating any pork for dinner....for a long time.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 13, 2016 20:47:22 GMT -5
《 kk so I wasn't sure where to fit Nerys in at the match so this is just Heulfryn. I was thinking maybe to bring them all together Heulfryn goes to learn about the job he heard about and Rei follows him there because she's suspicious and then Atticus follows Rei because y’know he was looking for her and now it's all a mess. I KNEW IT. I watched that movie on the weekend cx 》
A female. The guard was a female. Heulfryn was sure of it. And she wasn't just any guard, if the other one was telling the truth, but the Captain of the Guard. The cloak made sense, then, to conceal that fact, and her shorter stature. They didn't allow women into the guard in Kevior, not regularly. But anyone could challenge for the position of Captain. It made sense. He cut the other guard a quick glance as he deemed to respond, his tone about as real as the faerie girl down below, before looking back at the Captain, as if he might be able to see beneath that hood. A female Captain. There hasn't been one since - he cut himself off mid thought. Heulfryn did not care to think too far into the past. Things were not the same as they once were.
He sniffed again, seeking confirmation of what he suspected, but it was not the Captain's scent that reached his nose - instead it was the acrid stench of burnt flesh. The girl. He'd allowed himself to be distracted, and the flame-wielder had struck. He loosed a low growl, pushing past the guards to the edge of the Rim as he peered down below at the false faerie. Below him she cowered, tears streaming down her cheeks as the man approached. Wondering where her ‘magic’ had gone, obviously. Wondering why he had abandoned her, he realized as he saw her scanning the audience, scanning a thousand faces for the one that had put her here. Heulfryn wished he felt remorse for the girl.
He didn't.
At least, no more than she would've had for his kind if their places were swapped right then.
Heulfryn watched as she scrambled backward on her hands and knees, all the way until she hit the solid gray stone of the arena wall. Get up, he wanted to bark at her, but didn't want to draw the attention to himself. Some of the High Fae were capable of speaking mind to mind - and worse - but Heulfryn was not among them. No, he could not walk into the minds of others and take what he wanted, not exactly. Nor was he gifted with flames, or air or water or even earth despite appearances. He had inklings -considerable inklings if you considered the strength of one such creature - of various types of magic; ice and darkness and pure force. But Heulfryn’s greatest gift was illusions.
The girl stopped, and she must've realized it was the end, because a look of calm swept over her, and then she was getting to her feet. When you're in a tight spot, when there's no way out left, scream, he'd instructed her earlier. So the girl opened her mouth and screamed.
And Heulfryn unleashed himself upon the man down below. Black earth rose up from beneath his feet and grabbed him, seizing his arms and dragging him down to the ground - earth that was not in fact earth, but sheer force in disguise. It was all for the sake of the crowd; they were here to be entertained, and so Heulfryn would entertain them. Even if if sickened him, he'd give them what they wanted to see. And that was a fight. Down below the girl seemed to realize she was back in the running and raised her hands in that ridiculous portrayal of magic, advancing on her now target. He was held down, hands and feet “buried in the dirt”, flames smothered. She stood above him, casual, observing. At least she knew how this part was supposed to go, what came next.
The crowd knew it, too. They pushed forward suddenly towards the wall at the edge of the Rim, which wasn't so tall that no one had ever fallen over it. Heulfryn heard the roar in his ears, felt it in himself. His body was alive with magic, racing at this outlet he'd opened up for it. It built up inside of him, and while little things like his standard glamour kept him in check, the lack of places to expend it kept him on edge. This… it was like stretching a muscle after sitting too long in one position.
The crowd pushed closer, and Heulfryn deemed to look up for just a second - and his eyes snagged once again on the maroon-cloaked Captain of the Guard, practically pinned against the wall just a few feet away and struggling to keep the crowd under control. A low growl slipped loose in his throat, and with a wisp of his magic he pushed back on the crowd. His head was a little caught up in the magic, but he doubted anyone would be able to pinpoint that it came from him. A couple of them staggered back, but in the chaos of the scene it was easy enough to dismiss as ordinary. Heulfryn clapped an arm roughly on the Captain’s shoulder, hauling her away from the wall. Again, he was struck by the oddness of her. Her . Almost like -
He snarled, and for a split second his glamour slipped, just a little. A flash of sharp teeth and his eyes , bright and gold like some nocturnal beast. Then it was back up again, leaving it up to the imagination whether it had ever happened at all. He meant to say something, but all that came out was; “Get out of my sight.” Then he pushed her away, already turning back to the arena. He did not make the same mistake twice.
He ended the fight. A simple move and it was over. The arena erupted in cheers. Heulfryn did not cheer. But he did not recoil, either, not at the smell of burnt flesh that filled the air, or the body left cold on the ground. No flames left now, he mused darkly. And then he turned and left, melting back into the shadows and then outside, before the rush of mortals could pour out onto the streets. He'd won, although he was unsurprised at that. Later, he'd come back to heal and free the girl who he'd thrown into that arena, and collect his profit from the bets. For now though, he wanted space, and time to consider.
And something to do. Perhaps he'd check out that job at the Selene he'd heard about.
He was getting bored with sitting around and biding his immortal time.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 13, 2016 21:56:41 GMT -5
[ That sounds like a plan! Man I need to come up with some good plot moving stuff too. Gotta pull my weight in this roleplay as too Atticus showing up like 'I wanna play assassin too ' 'Well we gonna kill the royal family' 'Whut' I'll have this be a mix of Atticus and Rei, and I don't know why but Heulfryn reminds me of Rowan. I don't know why though lol ] [ Zooptopia is one of my favorite Disney movies right now, and I just let my mind use Giddon Gray for some reason xD ]
One minute she was pressed against a wall with people pushing against her, almost toppling her down into the arena of fire and broken earth
The next she was able to shift against the crowd, like a gust of wind had pushed them back
And then she was being hauled away by a arm, the cloak that was wrapped around her face had loosen and a large chunk had ripped off of her in the struggle to stay up in the actual stands and not over the edge. She felt the hair on her neck stand like electricity was coursing through the air and getting sucked into her veins. She looked up at the one who had snagged her shoulders and pulled her away, for a minute she thought it was Gray trying to save her butt from being pushed and trampled on. She opened her mouth to snap at him to get the other guards down here to contain this mess but instead she clamped it close and her eyes widen with what she saw. Sharp teeth, vibrant eyes that looked so....not human. It was the stranger who had stopped next to them, the one who had inquired about what they were doing. His next words were like a sharp bite through her skin, making her flinch back slightly from him and stumble on her steps. But due to this little interaction she had failed to see what was really going on down below, and boy did the crowd sound mixed about the outcome. The fire wielder was....snuffed out so to speak.
Her breathing was hard, the adrenaline so fresh in her body that she could run back to the palace and back without running out of breathe. The chills crawling up her arms contradicted the heat rolling off her face. She hurried up the stairs and away from the crowd, pulling her cloak down over her face so none would see her. When she reached the safety of the upper stands, she yanked off the remaining cloth around her head while trying to suck in air to her lungs.
Did she just see...? Was that down there...was he even a human....? She couldn't even believe what the last few seconds of the event was. It was like the only thing she saw was those teeth and eyes. She ran a shaky hand through her chopped amber hair, her eyes sweeping the ground as if trying to find a foothold in her mind for what she had seen. Get a hold of yourself Rei....It was just your mind playing tricks on you after everything that had happened. She thought to herself, keeping her head low as she made way toward the exit, stopping a guard on the way to borrow his helmet. It didn't even occur to her that she should go to the King and express what she saw, that she should alert someone that there was a creature in the crowd. Instead she just kept her mouth shut and stood by as the arena began to clear out. Silent. Shocked.
Of course Atticus had no idea she had even been through this, he popped right up beside her like a ghost. "Hey! What happened to your cloak?" He asked so casually, the guard that had been trailing him was out of breath like he had ran a marathon behind him. Atticus offered Rei a smile, trying to get her to smile back but instead he was met with a sharp jab and then a metal glove pulling on his ear. "What in the name of all the gods do you think you are doing Atticus Eius Valhalla?!" She barked at him, pulling on his ear so hard she might just rip it off. "Alright alright! I just -ow ow let go" Atticus said, pushing away Rei and frowning while she scowled. "I just wanted to get away and explore. You were taking forever and I couldn't wait up on you to get back so I could go in the stands. But Spindler here was good at keeping me in line. Right Spin spin?" Atticus said, the guard behind him only wheezing and waving his hand like he would strangle the prince himself. Rei rolled her eyes and pushed Atticus toward the stairs that led to the balcony.
"You shouldn't have come down in the first place. Your parents are probably worrying and you know who they will blame for you being absent during the match? Me. Because I didn't keep my eye on you" She said, physically grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the steps. "I have no time to deal with your nonsense right now so just....go Atticus" She really did sound upset. Shaken which was unusual. Atticus couldn't help but frown at her odd behavior, looking down at her and into those blue eyes. He could see something was up, he knew well enough how to tell 'Angry and Frustrated Rei' from 'Spooked Rei' pretty darn well. "You...alright?" He asked her, letting her drag him to the stairs and up a couple steps before she released him. "I'm fine I just...need air" She said. She curled her hands into fists before turning away from him so he couldn't see the shift in her eyes as she went back to the main hallways leading outside of the arena. She no longer cared if people could see a glimpse of her girlish face. Her mind was twisted up into something else.
Atticus could only stand and watch her leave, the huffing guard from before straightening up and letting out a sigh like his work of chasing the prince was over. Atticus had no paid much attention to the fight below, nor had he really cared. All he knew was that surprisingly, the fae had won out over the flame wielder which meant bright and early tomorrow she would be shipped off to be trained with the other magical under their....control. He glanced up the stairs, back to where his father was probably wondering where he was and where his mother was waiting patiently. And then his eyes turned back to the hallway that led to the large gates opened to the kingdom that he was gonna rule one day. A kingdom he only saw when on horse back and through the same route. People were beginning to file out and fill the streets once more but....he couldn't help but wonder.
"My highness I think we should really get back to the King and Queen. They are probably wondering where you are" The guard said beside him, interrupting his thoughts. A sly little grin crossed the black haired prince. "Yeah sure I guess so....butttt then again I hear there's this pastry shop right outside and I could go for some cakes" The prince said, immediately letting himself join the crowd that was filing out of the arena, reaching up to unbutton his silver vest further so that the lapels could be pulled out and cover the expensive looking stuff stuck to his chest. The guard let out a startled yell as the prince swerved through the crowd on light steps. His eyes surveyed the crowd around him for a moment before taking a interest into the Captain who seemed to making her own path.
Which she was of course. She had thought about the man with the good looks and the sudden bright eyes and determined, with about 5 minutes of thinking time, that she was going to drag him to some alley way and demand to know what she saw. He had to be of magical origin, it would explain the crackle of energy she had felt in the air and the sudden surges of power that the fae girl had. The girl in that arena looked about as helpless as a newborn puppy, and looked shocked that her 'powers' came into play. Rei was Captain gosh darn it. She had a duty to her country, her kingdom to know what was going on. And this man was....a odd ball.
She curled her hands into fists as she walked through the crowd, stopping a few times to try and loose pieces of her armor so she could be in her underclothes. Basically a black long sleeved shirt and black pants with a belt. She couldn't exactly go hunting down the mystery man if she Captain Rei. She needed to be Rei Donavis, non Captain of the Royal guard. Taking her armor off in the crowd was easy really, everyone was so busy with themselves no one noticed a girl with amber fire hair stash her armor in some alley way under some dirty cloaks and rags.
She looked back to the crowd, eyes scanning the many faces as she tried to 'blend in' to the crowd. She needed to find a man...an attractive man with high cheek bones and well....just a good looking dude that literally could be anyone. She took a somewhat shady glance around before moving forward, letting out a whistle as she tried to be 'casual'
Although Atticus knew that Rei was about as good as acting natural as his father would be good at acting humble. She sucked at it. She looked awkward, like she didn't know if she should salute or sit on the side lines. Although Atticus felt somewhat at home in the crowd, if he wasn't born a prince he was sure to make a good swindler. Maybe even a thief. He rubbed his hand through his hair as he watched Rei, smirking as she walked around in circles a bit and looked around a bit ditzy like.
And there we have the ever clueless Rei, who without her armor and guards, is a wondering small girl that isn't big enough to even reach the top shelf. Atticus narrated in his head. And now she is sitting....oh wait she is standing up again. She's asking people about something but I can't hear so let's make something....up....
Atticus thoughts were popped when he noticed her eyes were locked onto something. Or someone. He straightened as well, watching as the girl seemed to move towards something thus making his own feet move forward to follow his friend. He had forgotten about the guard calling his name, asking people if they have seen the Prince to their country. But Atticus's eyes were pinned on Rei, whose eyes were pinned on a familiar form who she hoped was the man she was looking for.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Oct 15, 2016 9:18:26 GMT -5
《 kk sounds good Atticus you innocent little child 》 《 Rowan? Haha maybe. If he and Kaz Brekker had a child I think you might get Heulfryn 》 《 Ohh. Yeah I thought so. I watched that movie last weekend cx 》
Nerys had left the filth of the match long behind. Walking the open, deserted streets felt infinitely better than the horrors that went on in that arena. The streets were almost lovely, especially in this neighborhood, better off than many of those that surrounded it. This was a neighbourhood of class, evident in the row houses with their pretty little flower boxes and clean-swept street. Nerys felt out of place among it all in the clothes that clearly marked her as a sailor, and not one of the trader’s variety. Her roughspun beige tunic, belted at the waist with a number of knives (to discourage the idea that all her best knives were, in fact, hidden , flowing pants tucked into boots, shoulder-length hair tied in a simple knot - it was not inconspicuous as to her profession. Mind you, privateering was legal . Either way, the streets were far too pretty for the likes of her.
And yet - and yet something about the city felt like a stain (Bee we need a name for this city cx). How could this neighbourhood be dainty when it was a stone's throw from something so violent, so gory, so wrong . Perhaps she was just biased. A daughter of Lyriad in the streets of Kevior’s capital. Once it would not have felt so wrong. Nerys did not remember that once.
She did not remember much of Dhas’tra, the capital city of Lyriad where she had been born. The cliff city, the stone city - it had indeed been built right into a cliffside. It extended far past that now, and there were many buildings of a more modern style, but it was the old city that was famous. First as a point of trade, but also for its culture. The city of stories, known for its dedication to theatre and the written word - particularly poetry. Nerys had the faintest memories of going to the grand theatre, of the intricate, glittering costumes, rich velvet curtains and seats that were just a little uncomfortable. She remembered wanting to be one of those people onstage. But princesses weren't performers - they watched the performers. But it had all been so long ago.
The sea was her hometown now.
She felt instantly more at home as the streets shifted around her into the ones less fortunate. Nerys had walked these the night before, and knew that within a couple hours they'd be bustling with the city's lower class citizens. Those with a darker taste, anyway.
She retraced her steps from the night before. Through increasingly narrow streets and shoddy alleyways; this part of the city was a labyrinth of ramshackle buildings and misfortune. She made her way to the Selene , a hole in the wall tucked between two much louder, rowdier establishments, so much so that the average eye would skip over it. Exactly what it's patrons preferred, because although it operated just the same as any scummy tavern slash gambling hall slash inn (there were rooms to rent somewhere, but although Nerys had gained the ability to sleep almost anywhere she didn't think she would dare) it catered to a very different clientele.
She strode to a table near back, taking a seat facing the door. She gestured to the barman to bring her something to drink, and then Nerys sat back. Watching, waiting. Nerys would never take up a title in her own kingdom. She was not meant to be their queen, whether she had once been a princess or not. She had become too rough, weathered by ocean winds and the edge of a blade into something sharper, more deadly. She belonged to the night and the shadows, watered-down ale and and a scrap-wood throne. The ramshackle queen.
And now she would hold her court.
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Heulfryn didn't bother clinging to the shadows as he strolled through the city streets, as if he had all the time in the world. Which he did, really. He stopped briefly to inspect the wares of merchants in their carts, though he never spent a lick of coin. He wandered through nicer streets and ones that were less than nice. He watched everything, and he remembered.
Eventually he let his feet bring him towards his destination. Around him, the streets transformed. Cute row houses with little potted flowers gave way to shared townhouses, which in turn gave way to the cramped, slapped together hovels of the slums. The houses here looked as if they were only held together by the weight of those on either side, all leaning on each other, clinging to life. It wasn't kept clean the way the nicer parts of town were, and trash littered the ground. Heulfryn looked very out of place here in his simple but fine tailored clothing, short hair trimmed and combed back cleanly. And yet the sights didn't bother him; the smell did. To his Fae senses it was overpowering, overwhelming. Had he not been used to worse in past he might have gagged.
He descended the couple steps down to the door of the Selene gracefully. Inside the ceilings were low and the lighting was dim, and the air held a damp sort of musk. A fair few tables were already full, raucous conversation drowning out the sounds of their whispered counterparts. Keen eyes skimmed the crowd, searching for potential jobs. Any one group of strangers would likely have something, it was just the challenge of determining the right one. Not the highest paying; he was not here in need of money.
Heulfryn’s eyes snagged on a woman alone at her table, clearly waiting for someone. And not a date. She wore a pirate's clothes, eyes lined with dark kohl, and sported a belt of knives around her waist. She fiddled with another in her hand, sharpening it, he realized quickly. He strolled towards the table casually, all the while inspecting his potential employer more thoroughly; one should never walk into a meeting blindly. She was younger than he'd thought initially, and couldn't be any older than twenty. And Lyrian, based on her tan skin and chocolate brown hair. Lean, flat-chested, muscular; built like an acrobat. And no stranger to violence, based on the scars on her knuckles, the thin white line that cut across the left side of her chin. Decently pretty, but not some rare beauty - although she looked like she just might cut anyone who told her as much.
He sat. She stared, cocking her head to one side. And then she grinned, wild and catlike. She had long canines, although he could tell she was remarkably human. “Now you're far too pretty for what I had in mind.” She purred.
Heulfryn didn't look so much as fazed. “I do not think you'd like to see my real face,” he replied evenly.
She squinted at him again, then nodded. “Tell me, what do you know of storming palaces?”
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