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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 10:39:18 GMT -5
ππ¬πͺπ’ π©π’π€π’π«π‘π° ππ―π’ π±π¬π©π‘...IntroductionHi there! I'm Issi, and welcome to my historical plot shop! I would love to role-play with you, so if you also like historical, click a time period below to be shown plots from that period. I hope you enjoy roleplaying with me - I know I love roleplaying with you guys, so hopefully the feeling will be mutual!
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RulesBefore you choose your time period, I'd like to lay down some rules. All good role-plays have them, guys, so we need to have them too, okay? Here goes! 1) Follow the forum rules - this is pretty simple, to be honest, people. It's just common sense. This role-play is on a forum, and so we have to follow the rules of that forum. 2) Please move the role-play to PM if I ask you to - There might be some role-plays which will have to be done on PM due to sensitive themes, etc. But if something happens in the role-play that may mean the inclusion of anything like this, I will have to ask you to move it to PM. Please do not question this. Thank you. 3) Be nice to people - I will not stand for rudeness or discrimination of any kind from anyone on this thread. THIS APPLIES TO PEOPLE NOT ROLEPLAYING ON THE THREAD TOO. I do not expect arguments or flame-wars to be brought to this thread. Thank you. 4) Be active - I expect posts at least once a week. If you do not post after a few days, I will like your post. If you go five days without posting, I will tag you to come back to the role-play. After a week of no activity your plot will be opened up again. The only exceptions to this rule are if you have an unexpected absence for which there is a good reason, or if you pre-warn me of your absence.5) Plagiarism - I will not stand for plagiarism. If I find that any characters or plots have been taken from this thread, I will not hesitate to take action. I am not kidding about this. Plagiarism is a terrible thing and it negates the very hard work of role-players. 6) Duplicates - I do allow duplicates. Please just ask and I'll be happy to do this. 7) Changes to plot - I am willing to accept all changes to plots as long as theydo not go against any of the forum rules or the rules of this thread. 8) Claiming a plot - I am willing to accept all genders and sexualities in any of my role-plays. All the characters are gender neutral so when you claim a plot please let me know what sexuality pairing you want and what gender your character is. Please also let me know if you want to be the other character in the plot. 9) Be literate and semi-advanced. I want to see decent grammar and at least 10 lines of role-play. Please try and stick to this. Thank you. 10) Have fun! - Thank you so much for rping with me! I hope you have a good time! π
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Time PeriodsPick one, and click the link to see the plots! 1) Ancient Egypt2) Ancient Rome3) Medieval4) Tudor5) American Revolution6) French Revolution7) Victorian 8) WWII
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 10:42:05 GMT -5
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Ancient Egypt Plots
Just One Mistake -- OPEN
There is a slaves' rebellion happening in Egypt, after years of unrest and mistreatment. Muse A is a young slave who has joined the rebellion in hopes of leaving a normal, free life like the citizens they see around them every day rather than hurting themselves harvesting fields or building pyramids. Muse B is a soldier, enlisted to help put the rebellion down. So what happens when both Muse A and Muse B begin rising in the ranks of their respective sides of the rebellion? What happens when the stakes are raised?
Muse A - My charrie Muse B -
All It Will Take -- OPEN
The threat of an assassination of the Pharaoh is bigger than ever in Egypt. Muse A is an Egyptian soldier, the head of the Pharoah's bodyguard, determined to eliminate any threats to the Pharaoh's life. Muse B is an innocent suspected of involvement with a plot to kill the Pharaoh. Muse A has to try and get some sort of confession out of them or else prove their involvement with the plots.
Muse A - Muse B - My charrie
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 10:49:47 GMT -5
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Ancient Rome Plots
We'll Go Down In History -- OPEN
Muse A is the child of a Celtic chief in Britain. Their father becomes ill and they stand in for him as chief. The Romans invade and they have to stand in for their father in battle. Muse B is a Roman soldier who gets orders to capture them in battle. He soldier succeeds and we go from there.
Muse A - My charrie Muse B -
The Darkness That You Felt-- CLAIMED
Muse A is the child of the Roman Emperor. They go to see the gladiators fight at the Coliseum and meets Muse B, a Celtic gladiator, just before the fight. Muse B loses their fight but Muse A votes to have mercy on them and Muse B's life is saved. We go from there
Muse A - Marisa (Rivermagic) Muse B - Aedan/Felix (Me)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 10:50:14 GMT -5
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Medieval Plots
Nothing Wrong With Me -- CLAIMED
Muse A is the prince/ss of a wealthy and prosperous kingdom, and their parents are wealthy beyond the imaginings of Muse B, a highway robber with nothing to lose and a lot to gain. One day Muse A is in their carriage, heading towards the kingdom of their betrothed, another royal from another kingdom. The carriage just so happens to be on a highway where Muse B often lurks, just waiting for the right opportunity to ambush a rich carriage. Surely enough, Muse B makes their strike and jumps into the carriage only to find Muse A. Ever the opportunist, Muse B decides that Muse A would surely be worth a lot, so they decide to take Muse A back with them to hold them ransom.
Muse A - Melanie Whilehall (inky) Muse B - James Hunter (me)
Let Me In -- CLAIMED
Muse A is a prince/ss. Their kingdom was recently taken over by a neighbouring kingdom, and they are led to the capital of this new kingdom by their parents. They are given to this kingdom to live in the palace as a sort of insurance - if Muse A's parents betray the kingdom, Muse A dies. Simple as that. Muse B is the prince/ss of the kingdom that just took over Muse B's kingdom. They meet and quickly a relationship starts to form.
Muse A - Adele Lancaster (Me) Muse B - Emeline Morouse (threelittlerobins)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 10:50:41 GMT -5
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Tudor Plots
The Story's All Off - OPEN
Muse A is captain of an English navy ship which captures a Spanish navy ship, of which Muse B is the second-in-command. This Spanish ship had been scouting the English coastline for places where the Spanish armada would be able to land when it came to the country. Muse A does not know this, and in fact does not yet know of the Armada, but they are determined to find out what the prisoner knows, and exactly why there were there.
Muse A - Muse B - My charrie
Remember Me - CLAIMED
Muse A is a servant in Henry VIII's courts, trying to work their way up the heirachy for more pay and more respect. Muse B is a lady-in-waiting to Henry VIII's queen, and she is competing with the other ladies-in-waiting to gain the attention of the King - if you got close to the King, you had a shot at being his mistress or even his wife, and every woman wanted that opportunity to gain so much power. So what will happen when they meet in the dangerous and gossip-filled Tudor courts?
Muse A - Agnes Porter {ΟΞΉββ cΠ½ΞΉββ} Muse B - Elizabeth 'Eliza' Cambridge {me}
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 10:51:02 GMT -5
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American Revolution Plots
I Am Not Throwing Away My Shot - CLAIMED
BASED ON THE MUSICAL 'HAMILTON'. Muse A is a poor young rebel who is quickly rising to the top of the revolutionary hierarchy due to their fighting spirit and tactical genius. Muse B is from a very wealthy family, and they are expected to marry rich. But they meet one night in New York and a relationship quickly forms. But what will happen when Muse A is called into action once again?
Muse A - Isaac Peake (me) Muse B - Eleanor Thompson (liz)
Helpless - OPEN
BASED ON THE MUSICAL 'HAMILTON'. Muse A is a revolutionary fighting to claim America's independence. Muse B is a British person who is the child (I'm sorry, I know in Hamilton Theodosia is actually married to a British Officer but I just don't feel like doing that) of a British officer and is there to support their father. When they meet, a relationship forms. But can their relationship survive during the strain of the rebellion?
Muse A - Muse B - (Me)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 10:51:28 GMT -5
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French Revolution Plots
A Little Fall of Rain - CLAIMED
BASED ON THE MUSICAL LES MISERABLES. Muse A is a young woman (this is an rp where I require at least one charrie to be a woman, apologies, guys) who has disguised herself as a male so she can fight in the revolution and help those who are fighting. Muse B is a revolutionary (they may also be a disguised woman, we can go over this if you want to) who quickly begins a relationship with Muse A. But will Muse A's real identity put strain on their relationship? Will their relationship be able to last in the midst of a revolution?
Muse A- Marielle Fortier (Ξ± βΞΉΡΡβΡ ΖΞ±ββ ΟΖ ΡΞ±ΞΉΞ· -- β) Muse B - Antoine Clement (Me)
Dust Or To Gold - OPEN
Muse A is a revolutionary. Muse B is a French soldier assigned to shut down the rebellions. The two meet and a relationship starts. Muse B does not know Muse A is a revolutionary and Muse A does not know Muse B is a soldier - when they meet Muse B is not in uniform and Muse A is wearing none of the revolutionary colours. What happens when their real identities are revealed and they face eachother in battle?
Muse A - My charrie Muse B -
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 10:51:50 GMT -5
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Victorian Plots
The Kids Are All Wrong - OPEN
Muse A is a rich aristocrat who has to marry rich, or else. Muse B is a young servant just trying to find their way in life. Muse B is hired into Muse A's household, and the two quickly form a relationship. But can it go anywhere, considering that the two simply cannot have any kind of relations, since they are so far apart in the class system?
Muse A - Muse B - (Me )
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 10:52:15 GMT -5
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WWII Plots
Poisoned Youth -- CLAIMED
Muse A is a British spy, sent to Berlin to keep an eye on Hitler and his actions, and to be there ready to assassinate him if needs be. Muse B is a young German who is offering their home as a place for the spy to stay - they knows who Muse A is - and it is their responsibility to keep Muse A safe and their identity hidden. Will Muse B betray Muse A to the Germans?
Muse A - Ethan Grey (me) Muse B - Sebastian Falkenrath (Ζ¬Π½Ρ ΖΡΞ±Ο
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I Could Scream Forever -- CLAIMED
Muse A and Muse B are both spies - Muse A is American and Muse B is British - and they have been sent to Occupied France to help with the French Resistance. But they are captured and taken for interrogation, etc. Will a relationship form? Will they spill their secrets to the Germans or keep quiet?
Muse A - Julia Reynolds (Blossomshadow) Muse B- Harry Johnson (me)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 16:24:21 GMT -5
(Open for Ancient Egyptian and Ancient Roman plots only)
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 20, 2016 16:36:33 GMT -5
(I like the Ancient Roman plot for "The Darkness That You Felt" (love the Fallout Boy references by the way~) and I'd love to have my character be muse A, a female, and have this be a heterosexual couple, if that wounds good with you)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 16:41:51 GMT -5
(I like the Ancient Roman plot for "The Darkness That You Felt" (love the Fallout Boy references by the way~) and I'd love to have my character be muse A, a female, and have this be a heterosexual couple, if that wounds good with you) (Okay, sure! Can I get a name for your character, then? And thanks about the references, by the way. I love FOB)
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 20, 2016 16:53:42 GMT -5
(Awesome, I can name her Marisa...I'm not sure what surname that will give her though)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 16:55:38 GMT -5
(Awesome, I can name her Marisa...I'm not sure what surname that will give her though) (Just Marisa is fine, they didn't really give females the long names the males had. I'll add her now, and then I'll post a starter)
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 20, 2016 16:57:01 GMT -5
Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ (good point, thank you very much!)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 20, 2016 17:02:45 GMT -5
Felix was among one of the many gladiators who was led out of the tunnels of the Coliseum and to a waiting line of carts in the marketplace, on each of which a gladiator would kneel for a hour or so. He knelt on the back of a cart, which was parked in a square outside of the Coliseum in Rome among more than a dozen others.
His real name was Aedan, for he was from Britain, the land of the Celts. His tribe had been the last to fall to Rome, perhaps thanks to his efforts in the final battle. The battle in which he was taken. But he heard, months after he had been taken, simply from gossip on the streets, that his tribe too had fallen. The Romans now wanted to sweep north into Caledonia (Scotland), but he figured it would fall as well.
He longed for his home, for the sweet smell that permeated the landscape, for the cool air, whipped by the seas. For the mountains, rolling and green. The Romans always complained that it was grey and wet and miserable, but to Felix, it was his home. It pained him to hear Romans complain about a place that he would give anything to return to.
When he had been taken from battle, he had been renamed, and they now called him Felix. Which the 23-year-old gladiator found cruel in its irony, considering it meant 'Luck'. His life, he couldn't help but thinking, was anything but lucky. He was a slave, in a place where they called his people savages and barbarians, in a place where he was pitted against others in battle for nothing but entertainment. In a place where his life was not his own
His blond head was bent as he knelt, his hands behind his back. His skin was very pale, so pale one could almost miss the silvery scars along his back from years of whipping. His blue eyes were shut, his face hidden behind his pale hair. The only things showing of his face were his ears, one of which was clipped, marking him out as a slave.Β
Free Roman citizens circled the carts, examining the gladiators, deciding which ones to place bets on in the upcoming fights. Felix was popular, because he was Celtic, which made him quite exotic to the Romans. He had also been a gladiator for 5 years, long enough to develop the kind of sinewy muscle that drew potential betters' attention.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 20, 2016 17:21:25 GMT -5
Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§Marisa didn't know why she had to be brought to such grotesque events. She narrowed her brown eyes as she could already see how her group was walking past some of the market areas, which stunk of sweat and excrement. She curled up her nose in disgust before she was trying to keep her mind off of anything that would make her nauseous. Her father had insisted that she come with him to this place for the sake of appearances. She knew well enough that he wanted to show off how fresh and young she was, just a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked for marriage. She was already eighteen, so a part of her knew that her father also wanted her to me married off soon. There was no use in keeping an old maiden in his palace. She would need the actual status of a married woman, and that would be the rest of her life. Every time she went to these games, there was always blood, and death. Why couldn't they just watch lions battle each other? That was entertainment enough for her. But no. These people had a sick obsession with watching humans kill each other off. Enough was enough. She pulled away from the gaggle of her serving girls, and shifted her cloak around to hide the purple and replace it with a simple brown color. A part of her wanted to undo her dark brown hair from the intricate braid she had it in, but the servant girls had worked so hard on it, it would have been a shame for her to undo their work. She grew curious while she was walking among the crowds of betters, a part of her was stunned to see a Celt up close. She looked to the name, and was intrigued by the name. Felix. She walked closer, not caring about the filth on the stones, and tilted her head from side to side. How pale he was! She enjoyed sunning herself on the beaches. She was naturally drawn in by how muscular he was, and she forced herself not to giggle childishly.
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 21, 2016 3:15:18 GMT -5
Aedan sensed a presence before him and looked up, revealing his face as he locked eyes with the young woman standing before him. Of course, he immediately knew who she was - dud she really think a simple cloak change was going to hide her status and her identity? At least, she hadn't fooled the Celt - it was his business to make sure he recognised the rich and important, as these would be the people he would need to appeal to in order to survive. Still, he was somewhat intrigued as to exactly why she had chosen to hide her identity in such a way - it didn't really make much sense to him. So seeing who she was, Aedan did a polite dip of the head in greeting, averting his gaze from her eyes. He had to do this, to avoid looking at them as if he were unworthy. He also had to be silent, to not speak unless spoken to. These were lessons he had been forced to learn through the web of intricate scars which ere decorating the pale skin of his back.
The guards which were assigned to watch the gladiators were taking a keen interest in Aedan now, wanting to be sure he didn't cause any harm or offence to someone like Marisa, to make sure he was doing everything exactly as they wanted, and exactly the way they thought he should be doing it. It would be them in trouble, after all, if the young barbarian attacked the Emperor's daughter.
Aedan hated these parts, though. Having to talk to these Romans, as as of he genuinely held any respect for them. He didn't. He believed that people earned respect, and these Romans had certainly not treated him in a way that he thought earned respect, so he hated having to treat them as if they had. Or as if he somehow owed them something? No, he owed these people nothing. Nothing at all.
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 21, 2016 5:08:16 GMT -5
[Fully open]
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 21, 2016 5:50:51 GMT -5
so we already have one going but I can't resist asking for that second medival plot. the character I had in mind is a li'l gay gal if that'd work for you?
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 21, 2016 5:54:14 GMT -5
Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§Marisa pursed her lips for a moment, slowly realizing that there was no point in hiding who she was from him or the other Romans. Soon enough, she had a feeling she would be found by her father's guards or something along those lines. She knew that bets were being placed on him, maybe she wanted more than that kind of action. "Celt, Felix..." she cleared her throat while daring to reach out to gently place her fingertips under his chin in an effort to have him look at her. "i think I'll be happy to place a bet on your winnings." she said while leaning down closer. "How long have you been here?" she asked him as she was inspecting his face some more, enjoying his roguish looks. It was almost like watching a caged animal in a way, and she was reaching out to it head on. She soon pulled her hand back as a guard said she couldn't touch the gladiator. She frowned softly at that before glancing back to Felix with a long sigh. "I should get going, I'll look forward to your victory...not because I bet money." she smiled slightly while slowly starting to pull back and walk towards the emperor's entourage that was heading into the main box. She smiled softly to herself, thinking of ways she could convince her father to try buying the gladiator and make him one of her servants. A part of her couldn't help be attracted to his good looks. It was only human nature. Then again, she doubted her father would want the trouble of buying a gladiator. She knew that he would have some form of a chance at a simpler life if she actually succeeded.
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 21, 2016 5:54:25 GMT -5
so we already have one going but I can't resist asking for that second medival plot. the character I had in mind is a li'l gay gal if that'd work for you? (It's okay, I'd love to rp with you x Are you still okay with Muse B? And can I get a name for your charrie?)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 21, 2016 6:04:16 GMT -5
Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ Marisa pursed her lips for a moment, slowly realizing that there was no point in hiding who she was from him or the other Romans. Soon enough, she had a feeling she would be found by her father's guards or something along those lines. She knew that bets were being placed on him, maybe she wanted more than that kind of action. "Celt, Felix..." she cleared her throat while daring to reach out to gently place her fingertips under his chin in an effort to have him look at her. "i think I'll be happy to place a bet on your winnings." she said while leaning down closer. "How long have you been here?" she asked him as she was inspecting his face some more, enjoying his roguish looks. It was almost like watching a caged animal in a way, and she was reaching out to it head on. She soon pulled her hand back as a guard said she couldn't touch the gladiator. She frowned softly at that before glancing back to Felix with a long sigh. "I should get going, I'll look forward to your victory...not because I bet money." she smiled slightly while slowly starting to pull back and walk towards the emperor's entourage that was heading into the main box. She smiled softly to herself, thinking of ways she could convince her father to try buying the gladiator and make him one of her servants. A part of her couldn't help be attracted to his good looks. It was only human nature. Then again, she doubted her father would want the trouble of buying a gladiator. She knew that he would have some form of a chance at a simpler life if she actually succeeded. Aedan swallowed as she touched his chin, encouraging him to look at her, his blue eyes meeting hers. He was astonished that she was placing a bet on him, and then...she asked him a question? What was it? Oh, it was how long he had been a gladiator. "Five years, my lady" He had replied. But then she had h been told to leave, and she stepped back. A moment or so after she was gone, Aedan was led by a guard back down into the cold, dark and damp tunnels beneath the Coliseum in order to wait for his fight to start. His fight. She would be there, waiting. Watching to see if he won, to see if her bets were worth it. To see if she had placed her trust in the right gladiator. Her face was imprinted in his mind. Her eyes gleamed with the kind of youth Aedan's had once held before he had been forced to grow up too fast. Her face was delicate and beautiful, like nothing he had ever seen before. Her face was so different to the normal Celtic face - Celts usually had sharp and very defined looks. She looked so much softer than that, and she had suited that kind of face so much. So very much. As he was given his sword and shield and waited to be told to step out into the Arena, he couldn't help but wonder why she had picked him, of all people. Did his unusual colouring catch her eye? Or was it something more than that, maybe?
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 21, 2016 6:04:20 GMT -5
( muse B works just fine for me ^^ her name is Emeline Morouse. )
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 21, 2016 6:06:32 GMT -5
( muse B works just fine for me ^^ her name is Emeline Morouse. ) (Okay, sure, I'll add her now. Would you like to start or me?)
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 21, 2016 6:09:56 GMT -5
( would you mind? I need to go cook myself some lunch, so I won't be here for a little bit. )
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 21, 2016 6:20:23 GMT -5
( would you mind? I need to go cook myself some lunch, so I won't be here for a little bit. ) (Of course! One starter coming up)
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 21, 2016 6:29:41 GMT -5
Adele Lancaster swallowed as she watched the figures of her parents departing the throne room of the Morouse family, without a word to her.
The girl was about twenty. She was petite but curvy, with a mass of curly dark hair and deep blue eye, which she currently had directed at the ground, not daring to look up. Looking up meant she would definitely have to accept her fate.
It had been agreed weeks ago that Adele would be given to the Morouse family, as insurance of sorts. From this moment on, her life was in danger, and she knew that all too well. It was a sick agreement, she thought, and she hated her parents for accepting it.
This was when she would meet the Morouse family, the new royal family, the new rulers of Adele's kingdom. This was where she would meet the people who were essentially her captors.
How strange it was, though. She was captive, but it was likely to be a very comfortable captivity. Almost to the point where she'd forget she was even a captive. Though she suspected she'd remember it if her parents dared to rebel against this new rule.
She hated them. Her parents had essentially given her up for slaughter, because she completely expected her parents to go against this agreement. The people would become restless, and her parents would probably use that as an secure for the rebellion that would probably end up getting Adele killed. She didn't trust them for a second. No way did she trust them. They didn't think Adele was worth that much anyway, she was only a girl, after all.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Dec 21, 2016 7:18:45 GMT -5
Emeline watched as the former rulers of the Kingdom her father now occupied left the room, leaving their daughter behind. It was awful of them, she thought, to agree to this. A good decision, perhaps - the alternative was that every noble (including the princess) was excecuted - but awful all the same. She felt for the poor girl, left behind.
She brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from her face, turning her attention to her father beside her. She was directly on his left, a spot that usually belonged to her brother. She'd sit by her mother's side instead. But Leopold wasn't yet returned from the war, so she filled his seat. For once, she didn't have to strain to see her father's face. He looked bored. He'd won already, this was just a plan intended to keep it that way. Just the final nail in the coffin for the Lancaster's rule.
"Approach," he said, his voice as loud as his belly was big. He beckoned the young woman over with a meaty hand, his expressions becoming increasingly impatient the longer it took for her to reach the front of the throne room.
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Dec 21, 2016 7:29:27 GMT -5
As soon as Adele was addressed she looked up, knowing she could avoid this whole thing now longer. She couldn't pretend it hadn't happened.
As she quickly approached, her footsteps soft on the floor of the throne room as she approached, she noticed that the king was in the company of a woman about her own age, with hair as blonde as Adele's was dark. The princess, this must be.
As she approached the front, she stopped a respectable distance away, like her parents had taught her, and dropped into a quick curtsey. Her parents had given her instructions on exactly how to approach this situation - that was the only thing she was at all grateful for from her parents. Yes, they'd abandoned her here, but they'd told her exactly what she'd have to do when greeting the king. Hardly a consolation prize, was it, but it would keep her out of trouble, she supposed
She felt so humiliated. Not only had her kingdom been defeated, not only was the once princess was reduced to...well...whatever she was, but she had been left by her family almost without a second thought.
Though, she supposed, it was worth it. She had, after all, saved their lives. Hadn't she? She wasn't afraid anymore - if she hadn't come she would, have faced death anyway. At least this way she had a chance of living and saved her family in the process,
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