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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 14:58:57 GMT -5
Her arms remained folded over her chest and she pouted for a moment. Letting out a soft sigh she stood up as best she could her hands on her hips. "Fine, lets get this over with then." The red haired girl glared at him as she stood, she didn't like this one bit, she was going to ruin the nice dress her father had just bought her. Now Mel didn't really like dresses but this one was nice. The thing was though, she was a bit excited to jump out of moving carriage, was she happy it was with some thief, no. But would it still being kind of thrilling. Yes. Very much so. The princess was short, so she could stand up straight in the carriage, not that it was all that tall to begin with but she has head space that much was obvious. "Well... Are we going to jump or what.." She was by the door at this point, her hands still on her hips as she looked at him. Her guards were terrible. How did they not hear any of this. They were going to be is such trouble when she was returned to the kingdom. If that happened actually. "Alright, let's go," James replied, opening the door and holding out his hand "take my hand and jump with me" When he had her hand, he jumped, pulling her with him. The guards, of course, finally cottoned on, but by the time they had James and the princess were already up and running, and the guards had no hope of catching them in time. James had never been caught before. And he most certainly wasn't about to start now. He'd been a thief ever since he was young and he was more than used to evading town guards and other law enforcement. This was no different, apart from he had stolen something considerably more valuable than usual.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 15:00:15 GMT -5
nahh, they won't accept him xD) (Then we'll rp it. I'm sorry, but I'm really busy, would you mind starting?)
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Post by liz on Jan 15, 2017 15:01:45 GMT -5
yeah! just give me a few minutes)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 15:04:59 GMT -5
"I don't see why he should oppose us," Aedan said with a small smile "I'm sure it would pleasant to take the horses to the beach. They like the long stretches of sand for running, it exhilarates them a lot and they very much enjoy it. I'm sure they should like the exercise." He had missed getting the chance to ride a horse, and here he had another chance to do it, and he got to teach Marisa at the same time, something he was very much looking forward to. She certainly seemed very eager to learn about it, and he was quite eager to teach her, actually. He thought it would be a wonderful thing to do, actually. He liked teaching people new skills, seeing their faces when they got it right. Marisa nodded, more eager than ever to make such a thing become reality. The beaches sounded like the perfect place for lessons to occur. She was sure that maybe the lessons would be able to put a little color into Aedan's skin. She was sure her handmaidens would be required to come along, which didn't bother her much. "My father is a stubborn man, but if he allowed me to beg for your life, I'm sure there is a way I can ask him for you to teach me about horses." she said as she sat up a little more. If anything, she was already anxious. The thoughts of a constricting, Roman future seemed far behind her for the moment. It was as good as she was going to be able to have for a while. "I don't think he should mind, though it would be an awful shame if he did," Aedan replied "Hopefully he will accept. After all, I don't see any harm in you knowing how to ride a horse, so it shouldn't be a problem, I don't think." I mean, he wouldn't mind it if he were Marisa's father, but he understood that the Emperor had his reasons for everything and so he could hardly pretend he understood his thought processes or anything. The man was very busy and had power to uphold, and he had grown up in a culture very different from Aedan.
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 15:10:10 GMT -5
"I'm sure we can make it work." Marisa said gently while she placed her hands on her lap for a moment or two. This was a lot to take in anyway. She knew that she had to accept the idea that maybe this wouldn't work in the first place.
Still, she wasn't going to want to take no for an answer. What problems would arise if she was to go out of the palace under supervision? If anything, there would be more pressure if suitors were desperate enough. If they should find out she was doing un-womanly things, it would be a shame for her if they weren't interested. Of course she wasn't afraid of that outcome.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 17, 2017 2:24:06 GMT -5
All Sebastian heard from Irene was the word, 'Gestapo', and he was up with his eyes wide open. How dare he almost forget about the Gestapo... or the SS... oh dear God what have they gotten themselves into here? "Okay... w-will walking do?" His legs felt like lead, and although he could push himself to run again it seemed more likely that he was going to drop from exhaustion then get safely to the border. Especially with the suitcases the two were carrying.
(short oops) "It'll just do," Ethan replied "though we may have to get rid of some things from the suitcases so we can travel lighter. That way it'll be easier to travel quickly and without suspicion. I don't know what you think about that?" There might be some things the other man wasn't willing to dump, Ethan knew, but it very well might mean the difference between life and death and so Ethan was certainly willing to jettison a few things. Sebastian bit his lip, stopping for a moment as he looked at his suitcase, knowing it would be easier and faster if he got rid of some items inside either of them. He suddenly felt embarrassed, feeling as though he should have known this beforehand. But clothes. Yes, he could get rid of those. Sure, he'd be short of them, and he'd probably punch himself later because he didn't like, no, hated wearing the same clothes twice without a good wash (he also hated the feeling of being dirty, which causes this), but he had money. Although limited, as he said, he took off work to allow Ethan in his life, he could buy new clothes when the chance arose. So stopping Ethan and wordlessly grabbing the suitcase from the spy, opening it up and silently tossing out articles of clothing. Things he knew he wouldn't need, but leaving the things he would.
It was a little bit, but with the empty space now inside the first suitcase now filled with things from the second suitcase to even out the weight in either, Sebastian had noticed both had gotten a bit lighter. Folding up his clothes neatly and (albeit reluctantly) burying them under a nearby log. Closing the suitcases back up and handing one over to Ethan, he wordlessly carried on, his mouth shut tight as Sebastian felt like he had just begun to leave pieces of himself behind in his corrupt motherland of Germany.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 17, 2017 14:56:34 GMT -5
"I'm sure we can make it work." Marisa said gently while she placed her hands on her lap for a moment or two. This was a lot to take in anyway. She knew that she had to accept the idea that maybe this wouldn't work in the first place. Still, she wasn't going to want to take no for an answer. What problems would arise if she was to go out of the palace under supervision? If anything, there would be more pressure if suitors were desperate enough. If they should find out she was doing un-womanly things, it would be a shame for her if they weren't interested. Of course she wasn't afraid of that outcome. "I hope it is alright for me to ask you this," Aedan began, changing the subject "but, there were dozens and dozens of other gladiators there outside the Arena. What made you notice me above everyone else?" It was something he had been wondering for a long time, and now he finally had an opportunity to ask about it. He couldn't hold back his curiousity anymore. He just really wanted to know, and he wasn't planning on letting the chance to ask her pass him by.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 17, 2017 15:22:59 GMT -5
Mel took his hand reluctantly, she could feel the hard bumps on his hand. It was clear he hand not always been a thief, thieves did not really do too much hard labor. That's why they were thieves. She let out a small gasp as he jumped, she jumped with him of course. If she hadn't it would have ended with her eating a lot of the ground below them. Stumbling a bit she ran with him glancing back to shoot an angry look at her guards. Luckily she was able to keep up with him as he ran so her stumbling was at a minimum. The princess couldn't help but wonder where they would be going and if he did this often. Not stealing because it was clear he did that often with how quickly they got away. But did he steal women this often? Or was this a first? Regardless she was being kidnapped and going along with it. But only because she didn't exactly want to die. Plus all he needed was the money right? Her parents would give up the money once they found out she was gone. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be out of this soon. It was only a matter of time. At this point in her thoughts they had gotten pretty far away and she was getting kind of tired, that much was obvious in the way she was breathing. It had been a while since she had run this far. Once they were far enough away James began to slow down, leading her to a horse he had left waiting in the trees. He always left it there while he was on the job. On it was a saddlebag, from which he produced a piece of rope. "I usually use this for different things, but if I am going to need to tie you up on the back of this horse I will. I'm not kidding around here, okay?" He knew he couldn't trust her, so he wanted to show her that he meant business. He wasn't messing around, and so she shouldn't mess him around. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea and think that he was some sort of amateur who would just let her run off or something. Because he wasn't He was much smarter than he seemed. He wasn't a brute and he went an idiot. He was assumed to be some sort of degenerate, but he was just doing what he needed to in order to survive. He was very street-smart. He knew what he needed and he was reallygood at finding the best way to exploit the situation around him. He was an opportunist, and he always had been.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 17, 2017 16:01:43 GMT -5
"It'll just do," Ethan replied "though we may have to get rid of some things from the suitcases so we can travel lighter. That way it'll be easier to travel quickly and without suspicion. I don't know what you think about that?" There might be some things the other man wasn't willing to dump, Ethan knew, but it very well might mean the difference between life and death and so Ethan was certainly willing to jettison a few things. Sebastian bit his lip, stopping for a moment as he looked at his suitcase, knowing it would be easier and faster if he got rid of some items inside either of them. He suddenly felt embarrassed, feeling as though he should have known this beforehand. But clothes. Yes, he could get rid of those. Sure, he'd be short of them, and he'd probably punch himself later because he didn't like, no, hated wearing the same clothes twice without a good wash (he also hated the feeling of being dirty, which causes this), but he had money. Although limited, as he said, he took off work to allow Ethan in his life, he could buy new clothes when the chance arose. So stopping Ethan and wordlessly grabbing the suitcase from the spy, opening it up and silently tossing out articles of clothing. Things he knew he wouldn't need, but leaving the things he would.
It was a little bit, but with the empty space now inside the first suitcase now filled with things from the second suitcase to even out the weight in either, Sebastian had noticed both had gotten a bit lighter. Folding up his clothes neatly and (albeit reluctantly) burying them under a nearby log. Closing the suitcases back up and handing one over to Ethan, he wordlessly carried on, his mouth shut tight as Sebastian felt like he had just begun to leave pieces of himself behind in his corrupt motherland of Germany. Ethan, too, had decided to get rid of a few things of his from the suitcase. Altogether, the suitcases became a lot lighter between them and he hoped that this would mean that they would be able to get around a little bit more easily. It might just mean the diffeence between getting across the border or not, which in itself might well mean the difference between life and death for Ethan and Sebastian. From this point onwards, every single second would count for them. He was a little bit scared, but he was trying not to be. He just couldn't afford to let his act of being calm and collected slip for a second. Sebastian was relying on him. Not only that, but he knew that Sebastian had an expectation of him, and he wanted to uphold it. Ethan didn't tend to really care what other people thought of him, but for some inexplicable reason he really did care what Sebastian thought of him. He wanted to make the right impressions on him and he wanted to make sure that he was totally safe. He didn't want anything to happen to the other man. Not only that, but Ethan knew that he had failed his mission and he knew that if he wanted to redeem himself he had to remain professional. He also knew he had a duty to keep Sebastian safe. There were just too many reasons why he couldn't relax and why he couldn't let himself show that he was scared. He just had to listen to Irene talk about how scared she was and he just had to see Sebastian showing how scared he obviously was
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 17, 2017 16:18:38 GMT -5
Sebastian bit his lip, stopping for a moment as he looked at his suitcase, knowing it would be easier and faster if he got rid of some items inside either of them. He suddenly felt embarrassed, feeling as though he should have known this beforehand. But clothes. Yes, he could get rid of those. Sure, he'd be short of them, and he'd probably punch himself later because he didn't like, no, hated wearing the same clothes twice without a good wash (he also hated the feeling of being dirty, which causes this), but he had money. Although limited, as he said, he took off work to allow Ethan in his life, he could buy new clothes when the chance arose. So stopping Ethan and wordlessly grabbing the suitcase from the spy, opening it up and silently tossing out articles of clothing. Things he knew he wouldn't need, but leaving the things he would.
It was a little bit, but with the empty space now inside the first suitcase now filled with things from the second suitcase to even out the weight in either, Sebastian had noticed both had gotten a bit lighter. Folding up his clothes neatly and (albeit reluctantly) burying them under a nearby log. Closing the suitcases back up and handing one over to Ethan, he wordlessly carried on, his mouth shut tight as Sebastian felt like he had just begun to leave pieces of himself behind in his corrupt motherland of Germany. Ethan, too, had decided to get rid of a few things of his from the suitcase. Altogether, the suitcases became a lot lighter between them and he hoped that this would mean that they would be able to get around a little bit more easily. It might just mean the diffeence between getting across the border or not, which in itself might well mean the difference between life and death for Ethan and Sebastian. From this point onwards, every single second would count for them. He was a little bit scared, but he was trying not to be. He just couldn't afford to let his act of being calm and collected slip for a second. Sebastian was relying on him. Not only that, but he knew that Sebastian had an expectation of him, and he wanted to uphold it. Ethan didn't tend to really care what other people thought of him, but for some inexplicable reason he really did care what Sebastian thought of him. He wanted to make the right impressions on him and he wanted to make sure that he was totally safe. He didn't want anything to happen to the other man. Not only that, but Ethan knew that he had failed his mission and he knew that if he wanted to redeem himself he had to remain professional. He also knew he had a duty to keep Sebastian safe. There were just too many reasons why he couldn't relax and why he couldn't let himself show that he was scared. He just had to listen to Irene talk about how scared she was and he just had to see Sebastian showing how scared he obviously was. (and now i begin to ship)
(maybe a lil skip until later? i doubt a lot would happen tbh)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 17, 2017 16:20:16 GMT -5
(Same! Also, sure we can skip x Any ideas as to where you want to skip?)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 17, 2017 16:24:21 GMT -5
(Same! Also, sure we can skip x Any ideas as to where you want to skip?) (yes)
(uhh, possibly when they begin to encroach on the border of france? maybe there are some police there or smth idk it's kinda an idea)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 17, 2017 16:26:43 GMT -5
(True x It might be good x It might be interesting also if we have some kind of breakdown moment for Ethan when he shows a little bit of vulnerability)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 17, 2017 16:28:06 GMT -5
(True x It might be good x It might be interesting also if we have some kind of breakdown moment for Ethan when he shows a little bit of vulnerability) (and then maybe hugs ensue )
(could you start?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 17, 2017 16:32:20 GMT -5
(Sure x But I have no idea how to start this. I'll have a little think and come up with some sort of situation where we can have Ethan show a few cracks. Maybe doesn't have to be at the border but it can be close)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 17, 2017 16:33:55 GMT -5
(Sure x But I have no idea how to start this. I'll have a little think and come up with some sort of situation where we can have Ethan show a few cracks. Maybe doesn't have to be at the border but it can be close) (sounds cool! *thumbs up* )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 17, 2017 17:03:35 GMT -5
They were just a few miles from the border when Ethan had to stop to tighten the tourniquet on the bullet wound from earlier. It was hurting him like crazy and he just couldn't stand it any more if he were honest with himself. He winced and let out a pained sound as he did, something which Irene immediately caught onto
"Ethan, you're hurt," Irene murmured
"Well as grateful as I am for you pointing out the obvious, Irene," Ethan snapped "It's fine, we can move on now. We have to keep moving"
"No, you shouldn't leave it, it will get infected"
"Better an infected arm than me being tortured again, Irene. It's damned lucky I got out the last time, and even then I was working solo, I didn't have anyone to protect."
There was a pause as he let out an exasperated sigh, shutting his eyes "I can't do that again. I can't do this bloody job again"
(Sorry if its short I'm on mobile)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 17, 2017 17:41:18 GMT -5
(it's fine!!)
Sebastian breathed out heavily as his legs threatened to stumble over themselves, his body heaving with pain from all that walking. Who knew how much walking could absolutely hurt? Luckily, according to Ethan (which he kind of had to trust since the spy had actually sort of an idea where they were going) they were only a couple of miles away from the French border, and although he had traveled all this way he still felt like a couple of measly miles were an eternity thrust between the two and the temporary freedom waiting inside France.
He wanted to stop, he wanted to catch his breath, but above all, he wanted to lay down somewhere (he honestly did not care in the slightest where the bed may be) and sleep for days. But Sebastian had to keep going. Although he was sure he was going to pass out, or fall at least, since his legs felt like lead and honestly probably would refuse to work when they get to the border. And then the cramps the next day, oh god, those were even worse...
But a pained sigh from Ethan brought him back to his muffled and pain ridden senses, and he whirled his head around to be reminded of both of their earlier escape from his hometown. Pushing that to the back of his mind, he focused more on the actual wound than the things associated with it. "I am sorry." He didn't know why exactly, but he felt like he had to apologize for what had happened for the two. Ethan earlier was right. He was responsible for this. He was responsible for this, just by signing that agreement with the Allied Forces. Sebastian let out another sigh, looking away from the British spy and down at his burning feet.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 17, 2017 17:56:10 GMT -5
"Thanks," Ethan replied gently "but it's nor your fault. What happened back there is I panicked, that's all. I've been through some stuff before, and I didn't want it to happen again."
"Yeah," Irene began "on a mission a couple of years ago-"
"-Irene! Just because you were on the other end of the earpiece doesn't mean you get to tell people about it, okay!" Ethan replied "If he's going to know, I can tell it"
He turned to Sebastian "I got double-crossed on a mission a couple of years ago and I got captured. Totally not my fault, for the record. I ended up getting tortured. So, yeah, I panicked back at your house because I didn't want it to happen again"
"They didn't find his earpiece for two days," Irene cut in "I was listening to solid screaming for hours"
"Thanks for that, Irene. Sure everyone needs to know the details"
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Post by Heather Chandler on Jan 17, 2017 18:35:54 GMT -5
Marielle heard the loud knocking and didn't think anything of it at first. She thought it must just be another revolutionary. That was, until she heard Antoine’s yell. It wasn't a revolutionary; it was a raid.
Marielle felt panic strike her suddenly like a lightning bolt. She didn't move at first, her fear immobilizing her. She had no idea what to do if there was a raid. Should she hide? Should she run? Should she fight?
The French police broke down the door and Marielle instinctively jumped back, ending her former paralyzed state. She looked around frantically. She noticed that most of the other revolutionaries seemed to be getting guns. Marielle ran for the nearest one and grabbed it. Despite the fact that she had a gun, everything was not going well for her, as she was now surrounded by the police.
She knew how to fire a gun. She just hadn't ever actually done it before. When Marielle was looking for the safety, one of the officers grabbed the gun and yanked it from her hands. Surrounded and now weaponless, she silently scolded herself for not taking the time to practice firing a gun. It was a serious mistake, and now she feared that she would die because of it.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 17, 2017 18:50:36 GMT -5
It was at that moment that one of Antoine's kicks successfully connected and caused one officer to let go of Antoine enough that the man could get away.
Antoine took the opportunity, as he ran for his gun, to survey the situation. It appeared that most of the others had either gotten away or were helping others and there was only the newcomer left.
Guns were highly inaccurate weapons and so he couldn't trust that he wouldn't hit Michel if he tried to shoot. Instead he ran up and battered the officer grabbing Michel with the end of his gun before grabbing the man's arm and pulling him away
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 18, 2017 16:27:26 GMT -5
"Thanks," Ethan replied gently "but it's nor your fault. What happened back there is I panicked, that's all. I've been through some stuff before, and I didn't want it to happen again." "Yeah," Irene began "on a mission a couple of years ago-" "-Irene! Just because you were on the other end of the earpiece doesn't mean you get to tell people about it, okay!" Ethan replied "If he's going to know, I can tell it" He turned to Sebastian "I got double-crossed on a mission a couple of years ago and I got captured. Totally not my fault, for the record. I ended up getting tortured. So, yeah, I panicked back at your house because I didn't want it to happen again" "They didn't find his earpiece for two days," Irene cut in "I was listening to solid screaming for hours" "Thanks for that, Irene. Sure everyone needs to know the details" Sebastian found himself smiling a small but toothy smile as they found the humor in the no doubt horrifying situation Ethan had been in, looking back up at Ethan. "Well, I d-don't doubt it." Being a spy, from what little knowledge Sebastian had on the occupation, sometimes was a terrifying and grueling job to undergo. With countries after your head on a silver plate, you dealing with dangerous technologies and dictatorships alike, and not to mention in a time of the world being at war with itself, it was a job Sebastian definitely did not want to do himself. But he was willing to help him, which did put him into a lot of danger, both from the countries after them and well, the spy themself. You never knew with these people. They may take advantage of you, may come to hate you, and may (although all of them are highly unlikely to ever occur, they could still happen) do other unspeakable acts. But pulling himself out of his thoughts by kicking a rock around, he spoke again. ”I’ll try and see if I can do anything to have it not happen again.” Although it looks fine in text, Sebastian faltered slightly as his slightly broken and slowed English took hold of his tongue, and he looked away as he tried to formulate that sentence into something more appropriate sounding. He didn’t know, but that came out weird in ways Sebastian didn’t understand properly. Oh well.
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 18, 2017 16:31:13 GMT -5
"I'm sure we can make it work." Marisa said gently while she placed her hands on her lap for a moment or two. This was a lot to take in anyway. She knew that she had to accept the idea that maybe this wouldn't work in the first place. Still, she wasn't going to want to take no for an answer. What problems would arise if she was to go out of the palace under supervision? If anything, there would be more pressure if suitors were desperate enough. If they should find out she was doing un-womanly things, it would be a shame for her if they weren't interested. Of course she wasn't afraid of that outcome. "I hope it is alright for me to ask you this," Aedan began, changing the subject "but, there were dozens and dozens of other gladiators there outside the Arena. What made you notice me above everyone else?" It was something he had been wondering for a long time, and now he finally had an opportunity to ask about it. He couldn't hold back his curiousity anymore. He just really wanted to know, and he wasn't planning on letting the chance to ask her pass him by. Marisa pursed her lips at his question, and she gave him a strained smile. "It's okay, I don't mind you asking me questions." she assured him as she was feeling herself grow uneasy. Why had she really noticed him? Of course she was just as puzzled now that she was thinking of it more. "You were different in your looks, I suppose..." she tapped her chin slowly and thoughtfully while she was watching him intently. "Even so, you fought bravely for five years when you were taken from your lands..."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 18, 2017 16:37:34 GMT -5
"Well, thanks," Ethan replied "but my first priority is making sure it doesn't happen to you."
Ethan still felt vulnerable. His body was still covered with scars that would never fade, and his mind was just as scarred. He couldn't trust other people now, that was it. That was all he had learned from that experience.
"What did they actually do to you in there, Ethan?" Irene's voice cut through his thoughts
"I'd rather not talk about it. I chose not to tell people for a very good reason, okay?" Ethan replied firmly enough that it made Irene go quiet.
It was clear that Irene had been trying to use the jokes to try and genuinely find out what had happened. Ethan had never told anyone, and it was obvious Irene had been trying to get him to say something about it for a long time.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 18, 2017 16:41:33 GMT -5
"I hope it is alright for me to ask you this," Aedan began, changing the subject "but, there were dozens and dozens of other gladiators there outside the Arena. What made you notice me above everyone else?" It was something he had been wondering for a long time, and now he finally had an opportunity to ask about it. He couldn't hold back his curiousity anymore. He just really wanted to know, and he wasn't planning on letting the chance to ask her pass him by. Marisa pursed her lips at his question, and she gave him a strained smile. "It's okay, I don't mind you asking me questions." she assured him as she was feeling herself grow uneasy. Why had she really noticed him? Of course she was just as puzzled now that she was thinking of it more. "You were different in your looks, I suppose..." she tapped her chin slowly and thoughtfully while she was watching him intently. "Even so, you fought bravely for five years when you were taken from your lands..." Aedan could see that he had made the princess uncomfortable, and he mentally berated himself for making her feel uneasy on his first day in the palace.
"Ah, I expected the looks thing, I suppose. I do look quite different," Aedan replied "and as for the fighting thing, that was obviously more of a necessity than a choice, but I appreciate it anyway."
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 18, 2017 16:45:48 GMT -5
Marisa gave him a gentle smile in his direction as her brown eyes gleamed a little bit. "I suppose you are right." she said easily to him as she pushed back some of her hair out of her face for a good moment. Now she was unsure of what to really talk about in the first place.
"I hope your quarters will be comfortable enough for you." she said in an effort to keep talking to him.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 18, 2017 16:49:14 GMT -5
Aedan laughed "Anything would be more comfortable than I've been used to, so I've got absolutely no doubt the quarters will be great. I mean, back home we just slept on the floor with furs to keep us warm and well... the conditions below the Arena speak for themselves"
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 18, 2017 16:53:05 GMT -5
Marisa chuckled a little, remembering the stench that hung around the place. "I understand." she said as she soon reached over to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. Maybe it was an excuse so she could touch him. It wasn't like she was scared of him. If anything, definitely curious about him.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 18, 2017 16:57:13 GMT -5
There was something about that touch that made Aedan relax a little, that made him feel almost as if the scars on his back weren't there and his ear was not clipped. Something special.
"Is there anything else you would like to know about me, then, my lady?" he asked. He didn't want to stop talking to her
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