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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 21, 2016 7:42:04 GMT -5
The king looked her up and down, then turned to his wife. This was beneath him, he seemed to say. He would not be responsible for this girl. With his Kingdom now twice as large, he had far too much work to do. The queen caught the message - over 20 years of marrige did that - and rose, walking down the short stairs to stand opposite Adele.
"You must be Adele," she said, smiling thinly. "I'm Queen Alessia, welcome to court. My husband is rude, failing to introduce himself like that. He's King James, and there beside him is my daughter, Emeline." She gestured to them in turn. Emeline gave a small wave as she was pointed out, smiling warmly.
Where Emeline's expression looked mostly curious, her father's was once again bored. Alessia ignored that, much as her own teasing had gone unnoticed. "She should be around your age, she turned twenty-one this last fall. I was hoping she might show you around the castle today if you'll both allow it." The hopeful tint of her voice revealed that she hadn't actually asked Emeline about this, but that didn't faze the girl who simply nodded.
"Of course, mother."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 7:55:35 GMT -5
"It's a pleasure to meet you all, Your Majesties" Adele said politely, successfully hiding all of the emotions she was feeling behind polite words.
Upon the suggestion of being shown around the castle by Emeline, Adele nodded - after hearing the other girl's response,not wanting to risk saying anything until Emeline had agreed to it - and replied "Of course I'm fine with it."
Truthfully,she was a little nervous about spending time with this other woman. She was around her own age, which meant they could potentially get on well, but if they didn't it would make Adele's stay at the palace simply awful - she would need as many friends as she could possibly get, otherwise things could potentially be very tough. Her hope was that she would be able to encourage them to accept her. It was the only way to try and ensure her safety if her parents tried anything against these new rulers. She simply had to try and make sure they wouldn't kill her. If she could just get them to like her...
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 21, 2016 8:11:31 GMT -5
Emeline beamed at this. She had few friends here at the castle without her brother to talk to. There were the ladies-in-waiting, of course. Some attended to her and others to her mother, but they were all nice enough. But for a girl like Emeline, four or five friends (if you could even call them that, they were well paid in dresses and food to like her) was never going to be enough.
She stood from her chair, pausing to kiss her father on the cheek, and walked to join the other two women. "It's nice to meet you," she said sincerely. She didn't curtsy, a silent reminder that they were no longer equals, but was otherwise smiling still. She really did hope to befriend Adele, despite the circumstances.
Behind them, her father cleared his throat. Clearly, he was done here. He had other tactical things to tend to and he was reminding them all without asking. Emeline nodded. "Father, Mother," she curtsied to them in turn, rose to place another kiss on her parent's cheek, her mother's this time, then gestured down the hallway. "Let us not waste time."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 8:24:35 GMT -5
As the other girl gestured down the hallway, Adele nodded with a shy smile, stepping aside to allow the other girl to lead the way, before following her down the hallway.
Once the two were alone, Adele's breathing slowed and relaxed a little, and she was clearly somewhat relieved to have left the throne room. She had felt weighed down in there, and numb. It was all way too much for her, and she felt a lot more comfortable in the presence of just the princess. She could finally breathe here, and it felt like she had been released from some kind of cage.
She was still nervous though, and a ball of emotion filled her chest, but she pushed it deep down. She could deal with it later, when she was alone,
She looked to the other woman now, to see where she wanted to show her first. She did seem nice, and she was very grateful for that. She did so desperately need an ally here, and she needed a friend.
The palace, she thought, seemed huge. It was much bigger than her previous home, and it seemed much more opulent too. It was very impressive to her,
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 21, 2016 8:55:36 GMT -5
Emeline paused outside the throneroom, debating which direction to go first. Her home was massive - the Morouse ran a Kingdom constantly expanding so they had more then enough money to place on a luxurious home - and she really wasn't sure what Adele would find more rewarding.
"We'll start with the dining room," she decided eventually. "We spend so much time there it's a wonder my father isn't twice as large." For anyone else to say this was out of the question, but her father had accepted that Emeline had picked up on her mother's affectionate teasing and moved on long ago.
She started down the corridors, pointing things out as she passed. "That's the largest balcony we have, my father makes addresses from up there..." "If you look out now you'll see the rose garden, it's my favourite place on the grounds..." She filled the silence in between with gossip, explaining to Adele the names of the people in the castle she should know about and going over who was involved in scandals with who. She didn't really give the other woman much time to respond, but there were few moments of silence between them.
"Is there anywhere you'd like to see especially?" she asked when she'd gone over who sat where at the dining table, taking the first real break from talking since they'd left the throne room. "You haven't seen the library yet, or the gardens. Then there's your rooms to see, of course." She looked expectantly at the other, wearing that friendly smile still.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 10:38:40 GMT -5
Adele had listened intently to every word Emeline said, reacting appropriately to everything she said. She was being so friendly and Adele didn't want it to stop.
Finally, Emeline asked her a question. Adele thought about it, before responding "Well, I'll need to see my rooms eventually anyway, but the library sounds wonderful. I really love books"
Books had brought Adele a lot of comfort over the years. Since she was a child she had spent a lot of time in the library, reading books in all kinds of different languages and of all kinds of different genres and topics. They had been her escape.
The stress of everything recently had only been alleviated by shutting herself in the library for whole days, just finding her escape among those books lucky enough to have been called her favourites. She had so many favourites she couldn't count them.
It felt strange, telling the other woman something so personal. She was a Morouse, after all. But she reminded herself that she had no quarrel with this would, and she was not the type to hate someone just because of their family or because of their country of origin. Her relationship with the princess would be a clean slate, hopefully. She would treat her with the proper respect, of course, but other than that she would treat her like she would anyone else. She certainly wouldn't harbour any hate or grudges towards her because of what the parents of both families had done.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 21, 2016 11:34:44 GMT -5
ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ 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? Five years he had endured this treatment. Marisa couldn't even fathom what he had gone through. Even so, the mystery drew her to him, and even as she was being pulled back by one of her servant girls, she dared to look back to him before she moved onward to the Coliseum. She felt a soft smile tug on her lips as she thought more about him. His features were vastly different from the pudgy faces of the suitors she smiled to herself as she was closing her eyes and feeling a blush come to her face. She knew she needed to cool it down before her father, or other suitors, even bothered to notice. Even then, it wasn't like they took notice of her as she reached the emperor's box, and sat down in her assigned seat. All she was to do was sit and look presentable to all the men who wanted her as his wife. How unfortunate that she now had eyes for only one man of lowly status. The roars of the crowds unnerved her to the point where she gripped to her seat and would glance to her father. He waved his meaty hands up in the air, signalling to commence the bloodshed that would ensue. A pit in her stomach grew to the point where she became too nervous. She could have sworn she was going to be sick. What if he lost? What if he got himself killed by a superior opponent? Marisa knew that she had some influence on her father's final say. If it came down to it, she knew that she would have to plead with him to spare the gladiator. Of course she had never spoken out of line. This was going to be interesting if she was to step out of line and rebel.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 12:24:27 GMT -5
(Inky - Sure! Charrie name? And what gender would you like for the characters? And what pairing?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 12:41:49 GMT -5
At the signal Aedan took a deep breath, moving his cholera and preparing himself mentally for the fight he was about to endure. This only took a moment before the man went out into the Arena to wild cheers from the crowd.
Aedan was not expecting a lot of support - he was a Celt and there were still wars ongoing with his people. The Romans would hate him, and he wouldn't expect otherwise from the them. Nor did he care about their cheers or their pity. He never had and he never would. He owed them nothing. They owed him five years and his freedom. Neither of which he thought he would be getting.
Which made him think that the cheering was not actually for him, but for his opponent.
Aedan eyed up the opponent as they both walked to step in front of the Imperial Box, where the Emperor and his family sat. Surely enough, this opponent was much larger and bulkier, and he appeared to be Roman. Good. The crowd would be rooting for his opponent. Aedan couldn't afford to lose, in that case. If he did they might not vote for him to live. And Aedan had not survived for five years to die that way.
He two stopped in front of the Imperial Box, saluting the Emperor with "We who are about to die salute you!"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 12:42:56 GMT -5
I prefer playing a girl and mxf relationships but in down for anything ) (Sure! And you're happy being the princess? And sorry, I still need a name )
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 21, 2016 12:44:51 GMT -5
"The library it is," Emeline agreed, turning on her heel and leaving the lavish dining room behind. "So you like to read?" she said, checking for clarification. "I don't read much myself," she said, leading them back to the throne room. "But the library is quite extensive. What do you usually read?"
Unlike on their previous trip through the castle, she was asking questions this time through. She'd gotten when she thought to be important - gossip, mostly - out of the way and was now seeking conversation. There were few things she enjoyed more than talking to someone, with or without external output really, and she certainly hoped Adele would be someone she could do that with.
She took a turn and the castle opened up. These were the corridors the guests used to go from the entrance and their rooms to the throne room, so Adele would have been here already. Because most people saw nothing but this part of the castle, it was the most opulent. The vaulted ceiling rose high above them and the walls were lined with large windows with thick, expensive fabric hanging over the wall between them. It was quite impressive really, and Emeline couldn't help the way her eyes wandered up the walls, across the ceiling and down the opposite one. "This corridor was actually the first thing my grandfather had built," she said, pausing the conversation for a little bit of trivia. "My brother says it's the best place in the castle to sit and read - he does that a whole lot more than me when he's not off at war."
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 21, 2016 12:55:35 GMT -5
At the signal Aedan took a deep breath, moving his cholera and preparing himself mentally for the fight he was about to endure. This only took a moment before the man went out into the Arena to wild cheers from the crowd. Aedan was not expecting a lot of support - he was a Celt and there were still wars ongoing with his people. The Romans would hate him, and he wouldn't expect otherwise from the them. Nor did he care about their cheers or their pity. He never had and he never would. He owed them nothing. They owed him five years and his freedom. Neither of which he thought he would be getting. Which made him think that the cheering was not actually for him, but for his opponent. Aedan eyed up the opponent as they both walked to step in front of the Imperial Box, where the Emperor and his family sat. Surely enough, this opponent was much larger and bulkier, and he appeared to be Roman. Good. The crowd would be rooting for his opponent. Aedan couldn't afford to lose, in that case. If he did they might not vote for him to live. And Aedan had not survived for five years to die that way. He two stopped in front of the Imperial Box, saluting the Emperor with "We who are about to die salute you!" Marisa felt her breath catch in her throat. A Roman fighting a Celt. How symbolic... She wasn't stupid in knowing how the Roman Empire was more than enjoying the victories of conquering the barbaric clans. But if those clans were able to make a warrior like him, she knew there had to be some worth in those people. She watched as her father smirked and easily signaled for the two warriors to fight. This would end badly, she was sure of it. She grit her teeth as she fixed her gaze to the actual fight at hand. She could feel herself growing more nervous with dread as she was remaining frozen. What was she to do? All she could do was stare. If anything, she realized that he could have somewhat of a fighting chance. He had five years experience, that had to account for something. Still, she had actually placed money on his victory, and she knew that she had been such a fool to do that. It wasn't like she could take back her decision now. If anything, all she could so was watch and wait.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 13:04:19 GMT -5
Adele nodded as the followed the other woman "Yes, I love to read. And I read anything and everything really - anything I can get my hands on. But my favourite books are the epic poems from the Romans and the Greeks. I love the Iliad"
There was a moment of pause as Emeline told her a bit of trivia about the castle, to which Adele made an interested noise, to show she liked the trivia
"So what do you like to do around around here, then, if you don't like to read?" Adele asked, curious. She found herself wanting to know more about the other girl.
As she walked, she tucked a dark curl, which had fallen from the simple updo she had secured it in that morning, behind her ear.
She wanted to know more about the family and about how they lived. She would have to fit in here, at the end of the day, and knowing about the family that lived here was going to be absolutely vital to her getting anywhere near succeeding in that endeavour.
It was also useful for her to know exactly what there was to do around here. She would likely have a lot of time to pass here unless the family decided to utilise her as a servant or something, which she highly doubted. They would only reason they would do that if her parents committed some sort of minor misdemeanour and they decided to punish Adele for it.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 13:06:40 GMT -5
(Of course ) (Oh my bad!! Her name will be Melanie Whilehall) (Sure! I'll add her when I get the chance. Would you mind starting? I'm sort of swamped right now)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 13:15:52 GMT -5
At the signal Aedan took a deep breath, moving his cholera and preparing himself mentally for the fight he was about to endure. This only took a moment before the man went out into the Arena to wild cheers from the crowd. Aedan was not expecting a lot of support - he was a Celt and there were still wars ongoing with his people. The Romans would hate him, and he wouldn't expect otherwise from the them. Nor did he care about their cheers or their pity. He never had and he never would. He owed them nothing. They owed him five years and his freedom. Neither of which he thought he would be getting. Which made him think that the cheering was not actually for him, but for his opponent. Aedan eyed up the opponent as they both walked to step in front of the Imperial Box, where the Emperor and his family sat. Surely enough, this opponent was much larger and bulkier, and he appeared to be Roman. Good. The crowd would be rooting for his opponent. Aedan couldn't afford to lose, in that case. If he did they might not vote for him to live. And Aedan had not survived for five years to die that way. He two stopped in front of the Imperial Box, saluting the Emperor with "We who are about to die salute you!" Marisa felt her breath catch in her throat. A Roman fighting a Celt. How symbolic... She wasn't stupid in knowing how the Roman Empire was more than enjoying the victories of conquering the barbaric clans. But if those clans were able to make a warrior like him, she knew there had to be some worth in those people. She watched as her father smirked and easily signaled for the two warriors to fight. This would end badly, she was sure of it. She grit her teeth as she fixed her gaze to the actual fight at hand. She could feel herself growing more nervous with dread as she was remaining frozen. What was she to do? All she could do was stare. If anything, she realized that he could have somewhat of a fighting chance. He had five years experience, that had to account for something. Still, she had actually placed money on his victory, and she knew that she had been such a fool to do that. It wasn't like she could take back her decision now. If anything, all she could so was watch and wait. As soon as the signal was given, the two men were off. Aedan, the taller and more lithe of the two, slipped easily into a fighting stance, as easily as breathing. Five years had made it come easily. At first it appeared as if Aedan had the upper hand - he was faster, meaning he was able to land more hits on his opponent and was able to dodge his opponent's attacks with ease. But after a while Aedan started to tire, and it became obvious that he was slowing down - attacks which would not have touched him before were now nicking him, as he started becoming a second too late to dodge attacks. Aedan's opponent was stronger too, and while Aedan was fast and light on his feet, Aedan was soon being pushed back, towards the circular walls of the Arena. "What's wrong, savage?" his opponent taunted "Are you getting tired? Can't keep up?" Aedan was almost backed up against the wall, and he had no intention of fighting like that, as if he were a coward, so he made a dash to slide past his opponent and move away. But it was too late. His opponent stabbed as Aedan moved, clearly intending to get the man's navel, but instead getting him on the side of his abdomen due to Aedan's movements. The man tried to continue fighting but had soon slipped to his knees. Reluctantly, his opponent's blade at his throat, Aedan raised his left hand, indicating he was awknowledging his loss of the fight and his life was down to a vote.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 21, 2016 13:30:57 GMT -5
Marisa stared in awe as the gladiators fought. Felix looked as lucky as his name, given that he had the experience, he made it seem so effortless. She gripped the sides of her seat as she watched. She would tense as he hacked and slashed, but then she saw how he tired.
What was he to do now? She covered her mouth with one of her hands while she shuddered for a moment or two. Her eyes narrowed as she was trying to focus in on the fight. If her father took note of her behavior, he didn't show it, or even bother to tease her about it.
Her stomach sank as she saw how he fell to his knees after taking that blow. Her blood ran cold as he raised his left hand. She could already see the citizens raising up their hands and showing how much they wanted his death.
As soon as she took note, she glared to her father. "You can't let him be killed." she said to him as she gripped her seat even tighter.
"What makes you speak out now?" the emperor narrowed his eyes to her.
"Because he is no savage and he could be put to other uses." Marisa shot back.
The emperor chuckled, clearly amused despite all the cheering. "What uses would those be?"
"Becoming one of my servants, a bodyguard." she stated as she lifted her chin up defiantly. Let him taste those words.
He shook his head as he contemplated on this for a moment, then he stood to give his final verdict to the crowds and the arena. "The savage will live to serve another purpose." his voice boomed across. The crowds booed at the final word, upset that they were not going to see blood this time. "Release a beast." he added, which he figured would get the crowd stirring as they could watch their Roman battle a lion.
As for now, Felix the gladiator would be taken away, and he would then have to have his daughter explain the situation to him at the end of the day.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 13:51:23 GMT -5
The Emperor's words were the last thing Aedan heard before bloodloss cause him to lose consciousness, and he was vaguely aware of being supported out of the Arena and back down into the tunnels.
When Aedan came to he was in the darned of the tunnels, with a physician fussing around him, muttering things to himself. Aedan let out a hiss of pain, suddenly aware that something stinging had been put on his wound, with the hiss becoming a groan as the pain grew.
"Yes, it's going to hurt" the physician snapped "but you should be thankful. It's quite a clean wound. It is going to hurt, though, so I suggest you just deal with it and let me do my job. You inflicted this pain on yourself, after all."
"No I didn't" Aedan replied frustratedly "I hardly just stabbed myself, did I?"
"Watch your tongue!" the doctor growled, leaning over Aedan's wound as he began to stitch it "I can make the healing of this wound painless or excruciating, so I'd think twice before you're rude to me, savage. You're lucky you're even alive"
Aedan held his tongue then, not wanting to argue. Instead he gritted his teeth as the wound was carefully stitched up, not wanting to cry out in case he frustrated the physician. He didn't want to make the man angry again if he could help it.
Once the doctor was done, Aedan put his head back on the simple bed on which he was lying, his forehead bathed in sweat from the pain of having the wound healed. The healing of a wound was always worse than the actual wound itself, Aedan had found.
He closed his eyes for a moment, his breathing shallow as he tried to calm his body down, trying to block out the pain.
Wounds were something that he had sustained all too often over the years, but the pain never changed. You just didn't get used to getting injured.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 21, 2016 17:24:55 GMT -5
(Anyone else want to claim a plot?)
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inky
I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Dec 21, 2016 19:21:47 GMT -5
(Of course ) (Oh my bad!! Her name will be Melanie Whilehall) (Sure! I'll add her when I get the chance. Would you mind starting? I'm sort of swamped right now) (So sorry!!! I ended up going to brunch with my friends. I feel so adult xD) (I will start ) Melanine had gotten into the carriage she was going to be visiting the neighboring kingdom to attend a dinner. The two kingdoms were allies so it was normal for her to travel between the two in the name of the king and queen. So she was just relaxing and reading her book as the sound of the horse hooves against the ground sounded. For the most part her trip was peaceful but next thing she knew she felt the carriage turning; they didn't normally turn, so this was new. But who really cared as long as she got to where she needed to be. Letting out a soft sigh she got comfortable, after all her guards weren't in there with her so she could be herself, which in all honesty wasn't all that princess like.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 21, 2016 21:49:56 GMT -5
The Emperor's words were the last thing Aedan heard before bloodloss cause him to lose consciousness, and he was vaguely aware of being supported out of the Arena and back down into the tunnels. When Aedan came to he was in the darned of the tunnels, with a physician fussing around him, muttering things to himself. Aedan let out a hiss of pain, suddenly aware that something stinging had been put on his wound, with the hiss becoming a groan as the pain grew. "Yes, it's going to hurt" the physician snapped "but you should be thankful. It's quite a clean wound. It is going to hurt, though, so I suggest you just deal with it and let me do my job. You inflicted this pain on yourself, after all." "No I didn't" Aedan replied frustratedly "I hardly just stabbed myself, did I?" "Watch your tongue!" the doctor growled, leaning over Aedan's wound as he began to stitch it "I can make the healing of this wound painless or excruciating, so I'd think twice before you're rude to me, savage. You're lucky you're even alive" Aedan held his tongue then, not wanting to argue. Instead he gritted his teeth as the wound was carefully stitched up, not wanting to cry out in case he frustrated the physician. He didn't want to make the man angry again if he could help it. Once the doctor was done, Aedan put his head back on the simple bed on which he was lying, his forehead bathed in sweat from the pain of having the wound healed. The healing of a wound was always worse than the actual wound itself, Aedan had found. He closed his eyes for a moment, his breathing shallow as he tried to calm his body down, trying to block out the pain. Wounds were something that he had sustained all too often over the years, but the pain never changed. You just didn't get used to getting injured. Marisa had been terrified that Felix was going to die before he even made it to a physician. She had even broken away from the box and her father to head down. Instead, she had been redirected to the tunnels where he would be staying for treatment. She prayed to Apollo for his safe recovery all the way down there. It was so strange to see medicine being practiced in a place that hung with death from every corner. But it would have been a bad business to be in if the gladiators died from sickness instead of a sword strike. Still, she hung to the sides of the walls so she could stay out of the way. This was no place for a woman of her status. But she had to know if he was even going to survive. She had seen the blood, just like everyone else. Apparently there was a certain size of blood pools before a person was bound to die. Despite that, he had survived this long. Apollo was good to both him and the physician. Soon enough, she dared to walk towards the scene before she warily loomed over Felix, her brown hair nearly brushing his shoulder, and she glanced to the other man. "Thank you." she said as she dipped her head gratefully, "How is he faring?" she tilted her head to the side out of concern. It was taking all the self control she had not to look at Felix right away. If anything, she knew that he may not have taken kindly to her since she was a Roman. Of course, he wasn't in a position to lash out at her in the first place.
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Post by John 3:16 on Dec 22, 2016 0:01:51 GMT -5
(*crashes through window while screaming* MAMA FIGHT MY TEENAGE DREAMS NO IT'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME THE KIDS ARE ALL WRONG THE STORY'S ALOOF HEAVY METAL ROCK MY
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HEART)
(no but seriously that first WWII plot though... sounds very interesting. i have a guy character if that works)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 22, 2016 4:33:22 GMT -5
(Sure! I'll add her when I get the chance. Would you mind starting? I'm sort of swamped right now) (So sorry!!! I ended up going to brunch with my friends. I feel so adult xD) (I will start ) Melanine had gotten into the carriage she was going to be visiting the neighboring kingdom to attend a dinner. The two kingdoms were allies so it was normal for her to travel between the two in the name of the king and queen. So she was just relaxing and reading her book as the sound of the horse hooves against the ground sounded. For the most part her trip was peaceful but next thing she knew she felt the carriage turning; they didn't normally turn, so this was new. But who really cared as long as she got to where she needed to be. Letting out a soft sigh she got comfortable, after all her guards weren't in there with her so she could be herself, which in all honesty wasn't all that princess like. James Hunter was idly leaning by a tree trunk at the side of a road, turning his knife between his fingers. This was the road he favoured most, as many rich carriage came through here, ripe for the robbing. Surely enough, here was one now. This one was particularly opulent, and James grinned. What idiots. Everyone knew this was a dangerous road. But this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He started running after the carriage, easily catching up after years of practising, and he hung to the tailbar at the back. He slowly began edging his was around to the door of the carriage. He flung it open, jumped in, and sat down, as if nothing was wrong. "Okay," he began to the occupant of the carriage "here's the deal. I want everything of value you have, and in exchange you can live" But he paused as he settled fully on the face of the woman in front or him. The princess. "Ah, well hello, Your Majesty. You ought to know this isn't a safe road. But now I've changed my mind. How about you come with me, hm? And I won't kill you right here?"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 22, 2016 4:47:17 GMT -5
Rivermagic - The physician looked up as the princess spoke to him, and did a dip of the head in polite greeting to the Emperor's daughter. "He is faring well, my lady" he replied "He will certainly survive, and he is well enough to speak, though I'd wager he was very close indeed to losing too much blood. The idiot," he began, glaring at Aedan "shouldn't have tried to keep fighting for so long" Aedan sighed "If I can ask, sir, how many times have you had to fight to the death?" "Uh...none" the physician stuttered. "Then, as much as I appreciate your medical expertise, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell me how to do the job I've been doing for five years" Aedan replied The physician went red, and said "I'll tell you exactly how to do your job, because your job is to survive, and today you didn't do it particularly well. Just you remember that I still have authority over you. This is the second time you owe your life to Rome. You remember that" Afyer that, he turned to Marisa "As you can see, he is very high-spirited at the moment. He'll be fine. If you want to speak to him I'm sure it would be fine, provided he remembers his manners, which he seems to be forgetting at the moment.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 22, 2016 4:52:34 GMT -5
(*crashes through window while screaming* MAMA FIGHT MY TEENAGE DREAMS NO IT'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME THE KIDS ARE ALL WRONG THE STORY'S ALOOF HEAVY METAL ROCK MY
*bam bam*
HEART)
(no but seriously that first WWII plot though... sounds very interesting. i have a guy character if that works) Sure, can I get a charrie name for that? And what pairing would you like? mxm or mxf?)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 22, 2016 6:44:50 GMT -5
"Me? I paint," Emeline replied. It was a hobby she'd picked up as a young teen when her parents were finally done with having a blonde girl running circles around them - literally. She'd enjoyed it and stuck with it. It was an expensive hobby to be sure, but her family certainly had more than enough to fund it without having to worry about the cost. Like reading, it required stillness (which she'd found difficult at the time) but unlike reading, she could think or talk while she was doing it. It didn't have to be as solitary.
She took another turn, pushing open a set of double doors. On the other side was the castle library. Like the rest of the castle, the library seemed to be decorated to an exaggerated degree. But not only was it decorated beyond what was done simply for decoration's sake, it was filled with books. There were books from their own kingdom, but just as many that they'd pillaged from neighbouring kingdoms and conquered forces, as well as sets of books they'd been gifted alongside peace offerings. Asilion was a war-kingdom, but they certainly valued information.
"Here we are," Emeline said, gesturing for Adele to step inside. "I'm sure you'll be able to come here whenever you wish. The books are at your disposal. Don't worry about bringing them outside if that should strike your fancy, all the valuable books are kept in cases along the back wall, but other than those you should be fine."
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 22, 2016 7:06:38 GMT -5
Rivermagic - The physician looked up as the princess spoke to him, and did a dip of the head in polite greeting to the Emperor's daughter. "He is faring well, my lady" he replied "He will certainly survive, and he is well enough to speak, though I'd wager he was very close indeed to losing too much blood. The idiot," he began, glaring at Aedan "shouldn't have tried to keep fighting for so long" Aedan sighed "If I can ask, sir, how many times have you had to fight to the death?" "Uh...none" the physician stuttered. "Then, as much as I appreciate your medical expertise, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell me how to do the job I've been doing for five years" Aedan replied The physician went red, and said "I'll tell you exactly how to do your job, because your job is to survive, and today you didn't do it particularly well. Just you remember that I still have authority over you. This is the second time you owe your life to Rome. You remember that" Afyer that, he turned to Marisa "As you can see, he is very high-spirited at the moment. He'll be fine. If you want to speak to him I'm sure it would be fine, provided he remembers his manners, which he seems to be forgetting at the moment. Marisa let out a small sigh before she nodded thoughtfully, "I can see that, and I thank you for your skill." she said while she soon pursed her lips in thought. Now she didn't really know what to do or say. The best the could try to do was not act like a clueless idiot. "i know that he's gone through much, you can't fault him for having bad sentiments." she explained coolly while she looked to Felix again and smiled down at him for a moment or two, "After all, he has endured all of this for five years, you can't blame him for it." "Hello again," she said softly to him while she placed her cool hand on his warm shoulder as she studied his face once more. It was as if he was some kind of work of art to her, "I cannot fault you for having me lose a bit of gold on you, you fought bravely, and Rome thanks you for it, even if the people don't agree with it." She pursed her pink lips as she thought before she gently rubbed his shoulder, hoping that he wasn't adverse to her touch. "The reason you are still alive is because I argued with my father for your life." she explained to him. "It would be a waste to have killed you in a pathetic manner." she added as she closed her eyes. "My father knows that he can't have a Celt walking around as a free men, which is why I explained to him that you can act and serve as my personal bodyguard, which can be a way for you to live out the rest of your sentence." she said softly while glancing down at him, "What are your thoughts on this currently?"
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