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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 11, 2017 17:31:26 GMT -5
Julia started to cry, out of fear and relief. "Harry," She whimpered, beginning to succumb to her injuries. "Please don't leave me." She sounded pretty messed up. She was beyond traumatized from her whole torturing ordeal and not to mention was super sick. She reached out to him, eyes droopping. She wanted to throw up and did, moments later in the corner. It smelled foul. Harry shushed her gently as their rescuer worked on the door, even while she was being sick, not even wrinkling his nose at the smell. "Shh," he said gently "I'm not going anywhere. We're getting out of here now, and you're going to get better, and we're going to have our lives back again" (Let's just say they were transported back) Julia refused to let go of Harry even during the examination on the ride to the nearest American base hospital. She was tired, scared, hurt, and beyond traumatized. She was like a little baby that needed constant reassurance and love. "Don't leave me." She continued to repeat in a raspy whisper.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 12, 2017 12:26:41 GMT -5
"I can't. You know that," she said in a shaky voice. "I need to think of my family. If I marry Thomas, my sisters can marry whoever they love. I should do this for them. But I can't stop these horrible thoughts. I feel so selfish." She choked, rapping her arms around his torso. She loved Isaac, she knew she did. She hardly knew a thing about him, she knew Thomas much better, she could rely on Thomas but she wanted Isaac. She needed him. "You're not selfish" Isaac soothed "You're the least selfish person in the world if you're sacrificing your happiness for the happiness of your sisters. But you shouldn't do that - they can find their own happiness. And if you defy your family's wishes for love, you might be able to show your sisters that they can do the same. And maybe then they'll decide to marry for love. So do something for yourself, and you might be doing something for them too. I'm just saying that it's up to them to find happiness, just as it's up to you now. I want you to be happy, though, no matter what. If it would make you happy to marry Mr Jefferson, then do it. But if it doesn't, then please don't." There was a pause, and he swallowed "And I don't know if this is a good or bad thing to be saying to you right now, but I want you to know that it broke my heart when I got that letter from you saying you were marrying Mr Jefferson."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 12, 2017 12:32:07 GMT -5
Emeline thought for a moment, considering the places she hadn't yet shown her. "How about I show you the gardens," she offered after a moment, thinking back to their conversation about it earlier. "It's beautiful this time of year, and you haven't seen them yet. If you don't mind spending a little longer on your feet."
She rose, because regardless of if they ended up in the gardens or not, Adele had a point. Neither of them should still be there when her parents inevitably returned, having reached a silent agreement they wouldn't bother enlightening her about. They'd either return still in a fury, or they'd be ready to scold them both for breaking rules that hadn't been there minutes ago. Neither sounded tempting. "It sounds good to me, I would love to see them," Adele replied as she too rose "And of course I don't mind spending longer on my feet. It's absolutely fine" She was quite looking forward to seeing the gardens, because they were Emeline's favourite part of the palace and she had to admit she was quite curious to see what they were like, since Emeline said that she liked them so much. Well, and also partly because Adele loved walking around gardens, looking at the plants, because every garden was unique, even down to the smell. Some smelled like honeysuckle and summer, and others smelt headily of roses. Others just smelt of fresh air and sometimes of fruit, if the gardens had an orchard. And every garden had different flowers and bloomed in different colours every year. They never got boring
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 12, 2017 12:38:55 GMT -5
Harry shushed her gently as their rescuer worked on the door, even while she was being sick, not even wrinkling his nose at the smell. "Shh," he said gently "I'm not going anywhere. We're getting out of here now, and you're going to get better, and we're going to have our lives back again" (Let's just say they were transported back) Julia refused to let go of Harry even during the examination on the ride to the nearest American base hospital. She was tired, scared, hurt, and beyond traumatized. She was like a little baby that needed constant reassurance and love. "Don't leave me." She continued to repeat in a raspy whisper. Harry had continued to comfort Julia as they were led out, and didn't stop during Julia's examination, as they checked if she was okay. "You'll be just fine, Miss Reynolds, provided you have the proper care" the person examining Julia informed them "Your illness is likely down to infected wounds and the starvation - it weakened your immune system and made your wounds more vulnerable to infection. But we will need to put you on antibiotics and keep an eye on you for a while" Having finished with Julia, the man turned to Harry "And you, Mr Johnson? Have you got any infections?" "Yes," Harry replied "just the one infected wound. But I'm fine - I ran a fever and was sick for a couple of weeks but I'm over it now." "We'll keep an eye on you, too, just in case" replied the man before turning to make some notes in a book. One of the agents riding with them turned to Harry "How did the two of you get yourselves caught then?" "Julia confronted a couple of German soldiers who were talking about burning down a cafe and blaming the resistance," Harry explained "And I got cornered and took a cyanide pill. It was a dud"
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Post by liz on Jan 12, 2017 16:20:34 GMT -5
At his words, Eleanor cried harder and said, "Damn you Isaac Peake. Damn you." And before she could stop herself, she was kissing him gently, her shaking hands clenched around his collar.
(Ew that was short. I apologize for the briefness I'm on the bus...)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 14, 2017 5:14:44 GMT -5
Sebastian oh so desperately wanted to stop and take a break, his throat had gone cold and he was sure he was going to cough up blood after this long of a run. He wasn't supposed to be doing this, he wasn't in shape or fit at all, but he just kept his legs pumping and just kept himself going until the Nazis were as far back as they could get them, which did take a surprising amount of mental strength to keep running. Sebastian could tell they were getting closer to the city outskirts, and eventually the city limits, as said before things were getting more spaced out and it generally didn't have the feel of the town space they had both been in seemingly moments earlier. This was good. This was very good. They were starting to get into more of a forest-y kind of place, where it would be hard for regular transportation that the soldiers going after them would no doubt use, and Sebastian smiled as he passed by trees and leaped over roots. "You Or- alright?" Sebastian called back to Ethan, knowing that maybe the other wasn't fairing as well as he was. "I'm fine," Ethan replied as he also navigated the forested areas - it seemed Sebastian knew this area a lot better than Ethan and so the Brit was more than satisfied to let the other man lead the way "I'm just more of a sprinter than a long-distance" There were required levels of endurance for spies, of course, but Ethan was more suited to sprinting, which was part of why he had been selected for this mission. He was good at quick in-and-out infiltrations because of his speed, and this mission would have required a lot of those if he'd actually managed to do much in it. This - the kind of in-and-get-as-far-away-as-possible missions - was not Ethan's strong suit, and he wasn't generally picked for these. Which was good because when you had to run this far it generally meant having to get out of range of a bomb, and Ethan wasn't particularly a fan of being blown up, if he could help it. (aaannnnd i'm officially the worst rp partner ever)
(and i've been doing seb's accent wrong)
(rip)
Okay, he was good. That was good that he was good. Sebastian shook his head, his chest heaving as the suitcase he carried started to really weigh down on his body, feeling like a ton of bricks. It certainly wasn't a good feeling. He knew they'd have to stop soon, just for a little break, no matter the situation. Even though they were both going fast, Sebastian wasn't fit.
The forest continued to deepen, and although he's been in this area before (sometimes for walks to get out of his stuffy hometown), he started to wonder if they were going in the right direction, or they were going deeper and deeper into Germany. Or both. He didn't really know for sure. Although he felt like Ethan was giving him the chance to lead the way, and Sebastian surely didn't want to disappoint him.
(sorry it's so short : ( )
(maybe a skip? idk)
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Post by Heather Chandler on Jan 14, 2017 9:15:30 GMT -5
( I'm sorry this is short, but I'm really busy and don't have a lot of time to write a reply. )
Marielle watched the revolutionaries tease each other, feeling a little surprised upon finding out that one of them- Antoine- was actually an aristocrat- well, former aristocrat. Not to mention that he actually seemed to have joined the revolution of his own free will- she had heard of lots of aristocrats joining so that they would be fine when the revolution was won, but never one joining because they actually believed in it. To be fair, she hadn't really talked to any revolutionaries before this, but still, an aristocrat joining the revolution because they believed in it seemed like a pretty rare occurrence.
“Well, whatever reasons we had for joining, we’re still here, right?” Marielle said in the lower voice that she had practiced. The little argument looked as though it was over, but closing it off, or at least trying to, couldn't hurt, right? It was better than just sitting there silently, anyway.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 14, 2017 12:17:22 GMT -5
At his words, Eleanor cried harder and said, "Damn you Isaac Peake. Damn you." And before she could stop herself, she was kissing him gently, her shaking hands clenched around his collar. (Ew that was short. I apologize for the briefness I'm on the bus...) (Hey sorry for taking so long to reply) "I'm sorry, I had to tell you," Isaac smiled gently after he pulled away from the kiss "I don't know if I just made things very complicated or very simple for you but I just want you to know that it's simple for me. It's been so simple, ever since we first met. I've never doubted for a second"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 14, 2017 12:22:25 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Ethan replied as he also navigated the forested areas - it seemed Sebastian knew this area a lot better than Ethan and so the Brit was more than satisfied to let the other man lead the way "I'm just more of a sprinter than a long-distance" There were required levels of endurance for spies, of course, but Ethan was more suited to sprinting, which was part of why he had been selected for this mission. He was good at quick in-and-out infiltrations because of his speed, and this mission would have required a lot of those if he'd actually managed to do much in it. This - the kind of in-and-get-as-far-away-as-possible missions - was not Ethan's strong suit, and he wasn't generally picked for these. Which was good because when you had to run this far it generally meant having to get out of range of a bomb, and Ethan wasn't particularly a fan of being blown up, if he could help it. (aaannnnd i'm officially the worst rp partner ever)
(and i've been doing seb's accent wrong)
(rip)
Okay, he was good. That was good that he was good. Sebastian shook his head, his chest heaving as the suitcase he carried started to really weigh down on his body, feeling like a ton of bricks. It certainly wasn't a good feeling. He knew they'd have to stop soon, just for a little break, no matter the situation. Even though they were both going fast, Sebastian wasn't fit.
The forest continued to deepen, and although he's been in this area before (sometimes for walks to get out of his stuffy hometown), he started to wonder if they were going in the right direction, or they were going deeper and deeper into Germany. Or both. He didn't really know for sure. Although he felt like Ethan was giving him the chance to lead the way, and Sebastian surely didn't want to disappoint him.
(sorry it's so short : ( )
(maybe a skip? idk) (No you're not, it's all okay x Also, sure, I'm up for a skip x Where do you want to skip to?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 14, 2017 12:29:56 GMT -5
( I'm sorry this is short, but I'm really busy and don't have a lot of time to write a reply. )
Marielle watched the revolutionaries tease each other, feeling a little surprised upon finding out that one of them- Antoine- was actually an aristocrat- well, former aristocrat. Not to mention that he actually seemed to have joined the revolution of his own free will- she had heard of lots of aristocrats joining so that they would be fine when the revolution was won, but never one joining because they actually believed in it. To be fair, she hadn't really talked to any revolutionaries before this, but still, an aristocrat joining the revolution because they believed in it seemed like a pretty rare occurrence.
“Well, whatever reasons we had for joining, we’re still here, right?” Marielle said in the lower voice that she had practiced. The little argument looked as though it was over, but closing it off, or at least trying to, couldn't hurt, right? It was better than just sitting there silently, anyway. "Exactly!" Antoine responded in return for the other's comment "Thank you!" He stood up then, glancing around the table "I'm going to get some more beers, who wants another round?" "Depends," his friend began "who's paying?" "It's on me this time," Antoine replied "you paid for the last one." "In that case, count me in!" "Alright then" Antoine said, counting the number of people who wanted another beer before turning to the newcomer "You want one too?" There were a few other tables where people were either bringing back fresh beers or heading to buy more rounds. There would probably only be a couple of more rounds this evening before everyone decided to go home - it was starting to get a little late by that point
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Post by liz on Jan 14, 2017 12:47:48 GMT -5
"As has it been for me." She said, cupping his cheek fondly. "But at the same time, it makes things much more complicated. Because what I want and my family needs is different."
(nahhh its fine, ive been busy too, which explains my short responses lately)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 14, 2017 13:04:56 GMT -5
"It's what your parents want, not even your family" Isaac replied "you and your sisters are your own people, you can marry whoever you want. If your parents wouldn't approve of me, I don't care. But with my status in the revolution and the possibilities of the future, I think they might just be able to overlook my blood and financial status"
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Post by Heather Chandler on Jan 14, 2017 13:51:08 GMT -5
Marielle swallowed, unsure of what to say. If she didn't take him up on his offer, could that seem suspicious? Even worse, what if she did and ended up reacting in a way that was even more suspicious? She had never actually had beer before, which might seem a little strange to the other revolutionaries if they found out, which they probably would if she tried it for the first time. Better to play it safe, or at least as safe as she could. Besides, if anyone asked, she could always say that she didn't like how it tasted or something along those lines.
"Thanks for the offer," Marielle told Antoine politely, "but I think I'll pass." She desperately hoped that no one asked any questions or thought that she was suspicious. Only a few minutes ago, she was able to relax a little, but now she was starting to feel the stress building up again.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 14, 2017 16:21:19 GMT -5
Antoine was a little surprised but just nodded - he couldn't blame someone for not wanting beer, but generally people had at least one round.
He was about to turn and get the beers when another friend piped up "Since you're paying, can I get another round?"
"No you've drunk enough already" Antoine replied "and last time you got drunk we ended up having to replace the tables."
"I'm not that rowdy!"
"No, you were just that drunk" Antoine responded, but he was already walking away.
He went to the little bar across the room and put some money down for the beers, and as he was waiting he couldn't help but think about the newcomer. Something seemed...off...about them. But then Antoine wasn't that good with new people anyway so how would he know? He was suspicious of everybody and he generally just didn't trust people.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 15, 2017 1:00:40 GMT -5
(aaannnnd i'm officially the worst rp partner ever)
(and i've been doing seb's accent wrong)
(rip)
Okay, he was good. That was good that he was good. Sebastian shook his head, his chest heaving as the suitcase he carried started to really weigh down on his body, feeling like a ton of bricks. It certainly wasn't a good feeling. He knew they'd have to stop soon, just for a little break, no matter the situation. Even though they were both going fast, Sebastian wasn't fit.
The forest continued to deepen, and although he's been in this area before (sometimes for walks to get out of his stuffy hometown), he started to wonder if they were going in the right direction, or they were going deeper and deeper into Germany. Or both. He didn't really know for sure. Although he felt like Ethan was giving him the chance to lead the way, and Sebastian surely didn't want to disappoint him.
(sorry it's so short : ( )
(maybe a skip? idk) (No you're not, it's all okay x Also, sure, I'm up for a skip x Where do you want to skip to?) (lol ummm i was thinking probably when they stop for a bit for a quick break from running all that way.)
(also this is prob a stupid question but are you thinking of any romance between these two? i've got my shipping utensils ready hehehehe)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 5:46:34 GMT -5
(Sure! I was thinking that but I always like to see if people have any other ideas.
Yeah, I'm totally seeing romance, we'll just have to start weaving it in. This'll probably be a very slow romance XD But at least they're already showing signs of being protective of each other)
Once they were well into the forest, Ethan slowed down and stopped, leaning against a tree and letting his chest heave for a bit. He had no idea how long they had been running. Too long. Too long was the answer.
"We should...stop...for a bit" Ethan said a little breathlessly "We've lost them"
Ethan had gotten himself an earpiece again - now he and Sebastian could both hear Irene - and he could hear Irene's voice "Technically, your identity is out now, Ethan. They know what you look like"
"Not helpful, Irene," Ethan replied "It was either I hide my identity and get the both of us killed or I let them see my face and save at least one of us. So yeah, Irene, thanks for pointing that out."
Luckily for the two of them, Ethan had some things they could use for disguises if need be, along with the fake passports. They should be able to escape just fine if all went smoothly
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 10:47:12 GMT -5
[I am tagging the following people to return to the role-play within 2 days before their plots are opened up again Rivermagic inky Trico BB-8If you do not want to continue with your plot, please do just let me know, I won't be upset. Thank you]
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Post by Heather Chandler on Jan 15, 2017 10:51:07 GMT -5
Marielle was definitely feeling nervous now, perhaps even more nervous than when she came in. Several of the revolutionaries looked a little surprised that she had turned down Antoine’s offer. She wasn't sure that she could do this. If she kept doing things that surprised them, they would put the pieces together. Some of them had probably already noticed how nervous she was. Marielle tried to hide it as best she could, but she was never the best at hiding how she was feeling. She wanted to help the revolution so much. Could she end up destroying all those dreams on the first day?
She shook those thoughts from her head. She couldn't think like that. If she didn't think that she could do this, then she probably couldn't, but if she at least tried… Well, it might not work out, but she would know that she had done all she could. Marielle just hoped that she would actually succeed, that she would be able to help the revolution until it was won.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 10:56:15 GMT -5
Marielle was definitely feeling nervous now, perhaps even more nervous than when she came in. Several of the revolutionaries looked a little surprised that she had turned down Antoine’s offer. She wasn't sure that she could do this. If she kept doing things that surprised them, they would put the pieces together. Some of them had probably already noticed how nervous she was. Marielle tried to hide it as best she could, but she was never the best at hiding how she was feeling. She wanted to help the revolution so much. Could she end up destroying all those dreams on the first day?
She shook those thoughts from her head. She couldn't think like that. If she didn't think that she could do this, then she probably couldn't, but if she at least tried… Well, it might not work out, but she would know that she had done all she could. Marielle just hoped that she would actually succeed, that she would be able to help the revolution until it was won. {Hey, Rain, I'm thinking we should have something big happen right about now. Maybe there's a raid on the revolutionaries' hideout?]
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 11:08:27 GMT -5
"As lucky as your name was, I figure it is only appropriate to call you by your real name since you will no longer be serving as a gladiator." Marisa explained to him as she was smiling down at him. Good, it seemed as if he was taking this news extremely well, for what it was. She knew that this was brash and foolish of her to even attempt. But she knew that this had to have some good come out of it in the first place. If anything, she could always use him to keep the suitors at bay. It would have been so tiresome to have those senators try to shower her with attention she didn't desire. Sometimes their gifts were thoughtful, but that only meant she was encouraging their behavior. "I look forward for you to serve me, Aedan." the name felt so foreign to her, and it was a little tricky to pronounce. Maybe she would learn to master it eventually. A crazy part of her thought about how he could teach her his language. It would certainly give her an excuse to talk to him if he wasn't on duty. "As you wish," Aedan nodded in response to hearing that he would be called his real name "I cannot say that it will not be pleasant to have my name again" It was strange - now that he was just a normal slave and not a gladiator any longer, he could no longer be considered as 'not Roman enough'. He could keep his real name. Of course, as a slave, he would still have to endure some Roman traditions, right down to the tunics he would dress in and down to his title. But he no longer had to pretend as if he was something he was not. He would probably still be called 'barbarian' or 'savage' a lot, but Aedan had become deaf to those words a long time ago. Then she said that she looked forward to having Aedan as her slave. Aedan smiled, for perhaps the first time in years. Yes, he was still a slave, but to be quite frank he had more of a chance here. He didn't have to risk his life every day and he was more visible to the Emperor. He might just have a better chance of being given his freedom and being able to return home one day. "And I look forward to serving you, my lady. As I said, I am sure you shall be kept well updated as to my recovery, and I am sure you shall know even before I do when I am fit for duty" Marisa smiled gently to him, feeling a little more giddy as she could see that he was becoming used to her talking to him. It was nice, very nice. She wasn't sure what drew her to him. Maybe it was his ruggedness? His strange features? There was no way she could deny that his battle scars were interesting to look at. A part of her was tempted to reach out and touch them. But that would have been crossing some kind of line that wasn't needed to be touched anyway. So for now, all she could do was watch and study. "I'm sure that you'll be given tunics...and some simple armor will help distinguish you as my guard." she pointed out to him as she carefully placed a hand on his shoulder as if that would be comforting. "Even so, please focus on getting better." she smiled at him, then felt her face heat up. "How rude of me, I haven't even told you my name..." she laughed while pushing back her brown hair. "You may call me Lady Marisa." she informed him as she stood up. "I look forward to seeing you again, Aedan." she said as she was pulling away. (sorry for the inactivity)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 11:10:53 GMT -5
[No problem, River, I get it. Just wanted to tag in case people didn't want to do the plots anymore.
I'm thinking now would be a good time to do a skip?]
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 11:14:38 GMT -5
(hahaha, good point. I'm all for a time skip, we could probably have it where he is taken into the palace or something)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 11:24:59 GMT -5
[Sure!]
It was a little less than a month afterwards when Aedan was finally deemed to be healed enough to go back into service, and a slave came to pick Aedan up and bring him to the palace again, where Marisa would be waiting for him.
He'd known that the slave would be coming - he'd been given a new tunic and the light armour he would be expected to wear the day before, and he was wearing them now. He hadn't been given a weapon yet, likely because the existing guards didn't trust Aedan to not kill the slave who was escorting him to the palace and run off somewhere. Despite this, it didn't feel too strange so far, he thought. In fact, all of this felt pretty normal at the moment. Of course, he knew that the new life he would be leading would be nothing like the one he had led up to this point.
They were approaching the palace now - he could tell by the change in the other slave's demeanour - he had become gradually less relaxed and more stiff and formal the closer the pair got to the palace, which Aedan took to mean that they were getting close indeed. Surely enough, the palace was soon in sight - Aedan had been right.
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 11:32:34 GMT -5
"Lady Marisa, the carts have arrived." a serving girl had walked in while bowing her head down to the young woman that was lounging about in one of the reclining chairs.
Marisa tensed in alarm, soon realizing what this meant. She soon sat up and proceeded to brush out her hair and hastily tie it up on her own. It wasn't as elegant as she would have liked it to be. But the serving girl soon fixed it to where she deemed it acceptable. Then the young woman felt confident enough to go out and meet her new guard. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous. How could she not? If anything, she was anxious to see him again.
She smiled as she walked over to the main steps and held her head up high as she caught sight of the cart, with her guard in it. good, he was deemed healed and ready to serve her. She rung her hands together as she could hear some of her handmaidens giggling at the sight of the handsome man, doubting that he could ever be a barbarian.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 11:41:58 GMT -5
Aedan was a little surprised at the attention he was getting from Marisa's handmaidens as he climbed down from the cart, which had stopped at the bottom of the steps of the palace.
The Celt quickly climbed to the top of the steps, where Marisa was waiting for him, and he stopped in front of her, dipping into a respectful bow of greeting as he did.
"It is a pleasure to see you again, Lady Marisa," Aedan greeted as he rose from his bow, careful to be polite in front of all of the other palace residents who had gathered to see the new slave.
As he looked at Marisa he couldn't help but think that she looked just as beautiful as ever - though it was probably against every rule going for him even to be thinking about her like that.
He was a little nervous, just like she was, but he knew it would be okay. He might be nervous now, but he knew that this was the best thing for him. He would get a much better life and he would get to serve Marisa, who he knew would be very pleasant with him, and whom he thought very favourably of.
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 11:56:56 GMT -5
Marisa smiled as he drew close and bowed to her, glad that he did have his manners in check. Maybe it was because he had been conditioned to respect superiors? Since he had been in the games for five years, she could definitely assume such.
She was surprised that she had to look up to him, since he was taller than she would have expected most Roman men to be. It was a surprise to her that she figured she reached up to the beginning of his chest. And she thought she had been a little taller than most women. If anything, it made him more handsome to her.
"The pleasure is mine." she smiled gently to him, fighting the urge to take of of his hands in hers. That would have been extremely inappropriate of her. Still, she could still fantasize about it.
She soon cleared her throat while turning around. "Let me personally see you too your new quarters." she said as she walked down the hall and to the courtyard. There was a little pond of water where the occasional waterbird would come to frolic, but most of the time, the lotus and pond lilies made the area smell clean and lofty. Soon enough, she gestured to a simple door with a room that was near her own chambers. "Here you'll have the necessary arrangements." she said simply to him.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 12:07:26 GMT -5
"Ah, thank you, my lady," Aedan had smiled when she had pointed out his new quarters "I am glad to see that it is close enough to your chambers that I might be able to help you if something happens during the night"
This he had learned - the greatest threats from assassins or would-be attackers came at night, and so it was quite essential for a guard to be optimally placed so that they could reach people quickly should a danger arise.
"Do you have any questions or anything for me, Lady Marisa?" Aedan asked "I would hate for you to be in doubt about anything or for you to require something of me and not ask for it."
This was true - he wanted Marisa to have everything she needed and to be absolutely sure of everything. He didn't want for her to be in any doubt about exactly who she was hiring to protect her with his life. After all, she had to place a great amount of trust in him and if she was going to be able to place that trust well there shouldn't be any confusion between them and there shouldn't be any unanswered questions. The only way this was going to work is if everything was out in the open.
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 12:20:13 GMT -5
Marisa smiled a little bit as he was pressing her to ask him questions. Most of the time, the pudgy suitors thrown at her would ask frivolous questions about her. Of course it was expected of her to answer those things, like what her favorite color was, what kind of jewels did she prefer... She had learned to lie smoothly and give the gifts and trinkets to her servants.
"I'm not sure... What can you tell me of your homeland?" she tilted her head to the side, "All the stories I have heard in my youth depict a land of savages." she admitted as she proceeded to walk. "Come, you should practice in accompanying me." she said, hoping he would walk at her side with her.
If anything, she wanted to know more about that far off land. If people like him came from such harsh conditions, surely there was some worth in the land and the people. She clasped her hands together nervously as she studied him for a while.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 12:27:06 GMT -5
Aedan nodded as he walked alongside her "It's very cold," he began "and it rains a lot. There are many hills and valleys and rivers and forests and the land is very green. Our people live in tribes and our homes are small villages, where we live in roundhouses. We all share the duties in the village of hunting and trading and grinding wheat for flour. Everybody is equal and everybody is happy. The people aren't savages at all, we're just like everyone else, but we just live in a very different way than your people do and as a result we get called barbarians and primitive savages. But no, we're not like that at all. We're very nice, pleasant people, actually. We just have a simpler way of living."
He did not know how to properly explain his homeland to her, in a way that she would understand him. Their cultures were just so incredibly different that he wasn't sure how to explain all of these things to her. It would be virtually impossible, but he knew he had to try, because she was curious and she wanted to know, and he wanted to tell her.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 15, 2017 12:29:59 GMT -5
(Sure! I was thinking that but I always like to see if people have any other ideas. Yeah, I'm totally seeing romance, we'll just have to start weaving it in. This'll probably be a very slow romance XD But at least they're already showing signs of being protective of each other) Once they were well into the forest, Ethan slowed down and stopped, leaning against a tree and letting his chest heave for a bit. He had no idea how long they had been running. Too long. Too long was the answer. "We should...stop...for a bit" Ethan said a little breathlessly "We've lost them" Ethan had gotten himself an earpiece again - now he and Sebastian could both hear Irene - and he could hear Irene's voice "Technically, your identity is out now, Ethan. They know what you look like" "Not helpful, Irene," Ethan replied "It was either I hide my identity and get the both of us killed or I let them see my face and save at least one of us. So yeah, Irene, thanks for pointing that out." Luckily for the two of them, Ethan had some things they could use for disguises if need be, along with the fake passports. They should be able to escape just fine if all went smoothly (yay!! ooo i'm excited!!)
Sebastian groaned as he practically threw himself down on a nearby fallen tree, his suitcase feeling more like one of those 16 ton weights than anything else. As he said, strong, but not fit. He closed his eyes to allow them some rest, feeling the rather uncomfortable feelings of his throat going cold, his heart beating harshly against his chest and his lungs heaving with each breath. "T-They'rre not go-going to come herre, zat would be not g-good..." Sebastian said, meaning to add 'for them' at the end of that but honestly his brain couldn't remember the English words and he didn't really care right now. His throat was starting to heat up again, thank God, and his heart gradually grew slower and slower. This was crazy, Sebastian thought. And it certainly was, for a quiet German citizen who had previously and carefully watched the war from the sidelines.
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