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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 12, 2016 0:06:41 GMT -5
Cheshire slowly shook his head as she spoke, a chill running down his spine when she said his name. His real name given to him and said before the gods. "No you...You can't go back" He said, letting out a shaky breathe and bit down on his bottom so hard he thought he had broken the skin. Maybe he did. He watched her go as far as the door and that smile. That smile didn't make him proud of her. He didn't feel reassurance. He felt a big large crack inside of him spilt. Everything had gone wrong and nothing goes wrong with Cheshire. Nothing bad happens in the end of these stories. "You can't, you can't go back Ginger please..." He said, he didn't know how he was able to get to her side so fast, grabbing her hand gently in his own not caring about his injured palm. "I...I can go to the rebels. I can go to them and they can get something sorted out. You don't have to go back to that prison." He said, maybe even begged. She couldn't do this alone. He wouldn't let her do this by herself. The sorrow that palace emitted was poison. He wasn't just about to let her go back to that place and live out the rest of her life as some princess that was used as bargaining meat like in the Slums. He could never go back to just being the smiling man that loved money. He couldn't handle that sort of thing. After everything they had gone through. After everything Sidra was going through now -- it wouldn't have a point!
"Sidra is in there making sure you don't come back....she is trying to protect you and if she sees you back there, all her strength would be wasted on nothing" He said softly, looking Ginger and narrowing his eyes. "Everything would be for nothing Ginger. They will kill her anyway when they get you back. You're father could make the Captain kill her when she is outside the gates. Please don't..." He tried to grasp for words. All this jumble of hurt and sadness and anger was doing him no good. It was clouding his thoughts and it was like a block he couldn't move. He closed his eyes for a moment and just turned Ginger around. He pried her fingers from the handle and turned her around so both his hands were resting on her shoulders and his forehead was pressed against hers. "Don't toss it all away" He whispered. Sidra was going through all this pain so Ginger could be free. So they wouldn't get caught. If anything Cheshire should be the one to get her out. Not her, she wouldn't be allowed outside ever again. She would be locked away and there would be no way to get her out. "Don't...." He whispered softer and opened his eyes. Gray ones looking into green ones. Truth be told he didn't want her to leave this place, he would put guards around here for miles if he had to. Heck he might have broken ribs and a cut hand but he could still fight. She might know a thing or two but he was street smart. He grew up in a ring that was Belsow. If he had to he would fight her out of here. There was no way she was giving everything up to be a hero. If she wanted to be a hero she could just as easily come with him to the rebels and just make their argument there. If the princess of Belsow were to turn up at the Rebels door step they would have advantage. They would have someone that knew the castles hidden passageways and a Royal member that could kick the King off the throne.
And then there was Cheshire...or Dante to few. He was a former son of the royal family he could tell them the soldiers barracks and what gates were patrolled at what time. That and he was part of a gang that spread throughout the countryside. There was no way that he couldn't be useless here. He just didn't want Ginger to leave and...and maybe it was because he wanted to help or maybe it was for some other reason who knew! He didn't want her to leave. He didn't want her back inside. "If you leave I won't be afraid to follow you right inside. I won't let you toss away your freedom like that" He said and it almost made him angry on how easily she was able to flip to the side of giving everything up. Freedom was something worth fighting for. Yes he knew that Sidra was inside and she was hurting but Ginger was one girl against a whole court of people that were loyal to the king. She might have her friend Captain Bhan to help but he was one man against a guards that had sworn their lives to the king. They won't blink if the King was to order them to turn against Bhan and kill him. There were Rebels willing to help. He knew she wanted to help but they needed a plan and a plan was what they needed. He needed to get to the Rebels and if she didn't come he wasn't afraid to carry her down to some darn cellar and literally lock her up until he returned. There was just other ways they could save his friend. Ways that could put an end to this kings rule once and for all. He wanted her to have her freedom. '
He wanted her to be able to taste the freedom that was true freedom. As in she wasn't some princess that was kidnapped by some thugs. As in the freedom that came with being able to walk outside and smile and do what she wanted when she wanted. To love who she wanted to love and to be who she wanted to be. She could just be Ginger and not Princess Ginger. He didn't know how long he stood there, his forehead against hers and his eyes searching hers. He didn't care if she slapped him in the face and demand that she did this on her own. He wanted her to fight for Sidra but not in a way that meant tossing away everything they had accomplished. Everything Sidra was doing...Sidra wouldn't like seeing Ginger show up. She won't be grateful she would be angry if she even saw one of them peep their heads into the palace. They would get her out. And Cheshire wasn't afraid to swear a oath to the dumb rebels and march with them into that castle. Cheshire has been a lot of things -- a powerful ranked member of the Black Ravens, a Slum rat, a citizen of Belsow, Dante Ludwig -- so he wasn't afraid to be this. To be a Rebel fighting for someone else to sit in that throne room. If he could he would drag the old king from the grave and make him take back his spot. But they needed someone else. Someone who could turn Belsow into a decent place to live and thrive. Someone who understood the feeling of freedom.
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Sidra couldn't help but frown as Bhan began to smile. She knew that look of someone trying to hold in a laugh. Cheshire had it on his dumb face a million times before. What was so funny? Was it her words that made him laugh or did he just find her pitiful. She never got to ask him for he was already gone when he gave the orders. Prepare? Prepare for what? She winced as they dragged her up, hooking her shackles into the hook and pulling her up. Her toes barely grazed the ground and the sudden stretch made her back scream in a searing hot pain. "Be a tad bit gentle boys" She said as she was left to hoover above the ground. And when Bhan came back with that glowing hot metal poker she could feel her muscles tighten. This guy was for real. He was going to burn her into talking? She bit the inside of her cheek lightly and twisted her body a bit so she could turn ever so slightly. First word carving, then some slapping around, and now this. She was sure his dad was proud of the man Bhan grew up to be. Heck he probably was laughing in whatever grave he was buried in. She glanced up to Bhans eyes and narrowed them slightly with her head tipping slightly. She was trying to figure this guy out. He was certainly playing the role of the captain well enough, and heck she could tell he cared deeply for those close to him. Too bad she never sees that side. All she gets to see is the side that glares at her.
"Well now I really want to tell you where to stick that." She said and smiled slightly before the guard to her right gripped her jaw again -- this one really likes to grab peoples faces -- and clenched down so hard it felt like he was trying to rip her jaw out. "Learn some respect and he might go easy on you" He growled before shoving her face away. "Respect? What's that?" Sidra mused out loud before letting her smile return. But her eyes never left the metal poker in Bhan's hands. The only burns she has ever gotten was when she was in her house fire. And those weren't bad. She swallowed the thick lump growing in her throat as silently as possible, her stomach tightened as did her already botched up back. It wasn't even that late into the day and she was going to have to deal with this. "Go ahead, not like I got anywhere to be. Why don't you chose. My skin is beyond saving anyway" She said. A shame really. If there was one other nice feature about Sidra -- the only feature men would dare call beautiful -- was her own skin. But now it was cut, bruised up and bleeding. Soon to be burn. She averted her blue eyes to the side, wishing for a belt at this point. Something to clench her teeth down on while he drew on her skin with the metal rod.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 8:28:19 GMT -5
I'm going to be at a convention all weekend so I won't be on much at all. I'll try to reply sometime tonight but I can't guarantee that.)
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 12, 2016 10:27:55 GMT -5
[ That's alright! I hope you have fun at your convention c: ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 19:55:17 GMT -5
Ginger held her breath until she couldn't anymore and when she released the little puff of air, it rebounded off of Cheshire's face and back into her's. Her shoulders tensed when he placed his hands there and she swallowed as her eyes met his. In the morning light, his gray eyes were beautiful and she would have stared into them forever if there wasn't that horrible gleam of concern and they weren't as pleading. She tried to look to the side but because he was so close, she could still see his face. Ginger felt like she was burning under his gaze and her thoughts were all in a jumble. She hadn't expected him to be so adamant about her staying. He made some amazing points and despite the fact that she had basically made up her mind about returning to her prison, he made her think. She knew that her father would not honor his promise of releasing Sidra if she was to return. She knew that Sidra would die anyways and she knew that if would essentially be throwing her only chance to live free away. It was their only option... besides going to the rebels. She had never even considered them before now. Could they really help?
The rebels were obviously considered a taboo topic in the palace and she didn't know much about them, but what she did know was that they were almost impossible to reach. They seemed to move their base of operation everyday and her father had never been able to pinpoint an actual location because of it. She had never seen an actual rebel at one of the trail before, just people that had been associated with them. The rebels were basically ghosts. So how was Cheshire planning to find them? Did he already know where they were? And if he did, how was he certain that they would help them rescue his friend? Sure, her knowledge about the tunnels that ran underneath the castle which would be an amazing help to the rebel force and she would give them whatever information she could, but would it be enough? For all she knew the rebels already had knowledge of the tunnels; she had heard that the guards had evidence of someone entering through one of the tunnels that she never used. If they did know of them, why hadn't that attacked yet? Maybe they weren't ready to launch their assault yet and if they weren't then they would be of no use to Ginger and Cheshire. Sidra needed out of there. Now. Ginger was sure that the girl could tough the sessions out for a while but she knew that her body would shut down if it was messed with too much. And even if she was to survive until the rebels were ready, there would be damage. Missing arms, broken legs, burnt skin, or even... words etched into her skin. No, they had to get her out of there before there was permanent damage. The rebels would only be of use if they could help them immediately.
Ginger sighed. It was a long shot, one that she wasn't sure that she was willing to make or not. She chewed on her bottom lip and let the pleading words of Cheshire penetrate her heart. He was giving her something that was very dangerous for her. Hope. If they went to the rebels and they were indeed ale to help, then Ginger could stay. She wouldn't have to go back to her dictated lifestyle. Maybe she could even get a job and work for the first time in her life. Maybe she could fall in love with a man that her father want her too. Maybe she would walk down the streets of her country without a wig and makeup. Maybe... maybe she could stay with the Black Ravens and join a family that actually loved her. Yes, that kind of hope was dangerous. However, she couldn't help but let it settle into her bones and when she looked back into Cheshire gray eyes, her own were filled with excitement, "You want to go to the rebels huh?"
Her breathing picked up at the very thought of undermining her father's rule by assisting the rebels. It would be the most exciting and terrifying thing she had and would ever do. She curled her hands into the fabric of her soft nightgown and stared into his eyes to see if he was really serious about the whole thing, "I'll stay, but only if you truly believe that the rebels can help us get Sidra back. If I find out that they can't help us then I will leave." A muscle in her jaw twitched, "All right?" Her voice was stronger then she ever thought it would be, especially with him standing so close to her like he was. As if she suddenly remembered that the skin on her forehead and shoulders were melting off, she blushed deeply and cleared her throat awkwardly before saying quietly, "Um, you can let go now." She attempted to flatten herself against the door, but his grip was rock solid. Sometime during the intense stare down, her shoulder muscles had relaxed but they were soon tense again as she waited for him to step out of her personal bubble. He was entirely too close. His nose had bumped into hers earlier and with only the slightest incline of her head, her lips would be upon his. Yep, too close.
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Bhan's gloved hand tightened on the metal rod, his lips turning down into a slight frown. If she didn't stop spitting out the insults that guards would take matters into their own hands. He could see the bloodlust in their eyes. It was repulsive to think that they enjoyed hurting the girl and he almost wanted to dismiss them from the room again. He didn't like the way that they looked at her as if she was a piece of meat. He swallowed his disgust and acted as if he was trying to decide whether he wanted to mutilate the skin on her stomach or the back of her legs. He had already knew that it would be her legs because they were already going to be scarred from the whipping just moments away and he didn't want to ruin the skin on her stomach if he didn't have to. Plus, the fabric had already been cut away so he wouldn't have to worry about that, "I agree with my guards you know. Maybe if you spent less time insulting me and more time telling me where the princess was, I would go easy on you."
Her skin sizzled as he pressed the tip to the back of her calf. Immediately the room filled with the smell of burning skin and Bhan had to cover his nose to keep himself from vomiting. He withdrew the poker quickly, revealing a disgustingly red blister. He clenched his jaw at the sight of the burnt skin nut pressed the hot metal against her skin again. The stick left behind blackened skin where everywhere he pressed it and once the back of one of her calves was almost completely covered with the marks of the poker, he stopped. The smell was becoming unbearably and her screams where breaking his heart. He couldn't do it anymore. He breathed heavily and took a step so she could see him again, the mask on his face still in place but it was cracking, "Have you had enough?" |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 19:56:41 GMT -5
[ That's alright! I hope you have fun at your convention c: ] |
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 15, 2016 21:03:47 GMT -5
[ I would think so lol xD ]
Cheshire began to smile at her words, his heart beat going faster and faster as she spoke. He could only nod like a eager child. "Of course, yes" He said softly, looking at her for a moment longer. Perfect. Good. All this hard work wouldn't go to waste after all. He cleared his own throat and stepped back from her, walking back toward his desk before running a hand through his hair. "If we are going to find the rebels then we should probably get going right away..." He began to talk, moving aside papers before yanking some out and glancing around. "I can have two horses ready before noon and with some light packing. I don't think it will be terribly too hard to find some rebels to lead us back to the rest of them" He began to mumble and talk mostly to himself, messing up his hair and then musing it back from his face. "I would suggest getting ready and packing some stuff, whatever you find around here you can have and I...." Cheshire stopped, looking down at his untucked shirt and shoeless feet. "Should get cleaned up as well" he mumbled before brushing past Ginger and opening up the door to surprise a Raven Boy who was holding a tray full of tea and eggs with biscuits. "Oh, um Sir Dante- I mean Cheshire I didn't know you we-" the boy began but Cheshire shushed him and grinned. "Go and tell Edward that I need two horses ready with a few weeks of supplies -" he ordered softly, taking a biscuit and biting in to it.
"Are you and the missus going somewhere?" The boy said while watching Cheshire brush past him. "Yes! We're going on a...a honey moon very romantic" Cheshire said around the mouth of food, breezing down the hall to his own room. The Raven just fumbled for a moment in the door way of the office, looking in to Ginger and at the tray of food before looking down the hall. "I uh...for you Lady Pepper I...fresh hot tea and eggs, we thought you two would like breakfast in bed but I guess last night went well any way" The Raven said quickly as he brushed in and set the tray down on the desk for Ginger. "Um enjoy" The raven said before hurrying out, jumping a little as Cheshire popped back up in the door way while doing his fancy little black velvet ascot with a Kendall red silk vest snug over his upper body. "Scared ya?" Cheshire said as he brushed past the boy, a grin coming over his face. "Come on, chop chop" Cheshire said with a light hearted tone. He was already mapping out the journey in his head, from this point in Gattlenberg to the location of some of his ties were at. He had some people in the rebels that he could speak to, those that owed him for debts or information that was needed for assaults on convoys and so on. They could lead them through the mountain pass and right to where the rebel base was. There Cheshire would work his own magic of negotiation and make a plan to bust into that castle without anyone being the wiser.
Cheshire flew down the stairs without even pausing to look down at his feet, Cheshire was quick on the draw of turning from a morning slob to a clean cut thug. His red vest hugged his upper torso and the black ascot that he tucked underneath the collar had a small pendant at the top that glinted with gold and silver. His white color shirt covered all his bruises or scars, even the bandages that he had earned in the last few days were tight against the broken ribs that were surely healing already. The gambling hall was quiet with the occasional scrapping of glass or the sound of a cloth against a cup while cleaning out the contents. The Raven boy hustled his way down to the basement to where Edward was, and it didn't surprise Cheshire when he heard the mans loud shout. The Raven boy came right back up and scurried past Cheshire toward the back doors leading to the stables. "Leaving already uh?" Edward's voice boomed in the large room, unlike Cheshire Edward liked getting ready when the guests would start to pour in. So he had a opened buttoned white shirt and black slacks on, his hair a mess but that mustache -- a hair was never out of place. "Yes! I thought I show my lady around Belsow some more, I want to prance her around our slum of a home" Cheshire answered, his voice coming back with the same kind of confidence and pride. When really in his head he was hoping that Edward wouldn't inquire any more and just get him his darn horses.
"I should have know, could never stay in one place now could you?" Edward said before letting out a bellowing laugh, clapping Cheshire on the shoulder. "Well where ya taking her lad? Somewhere romantic? Do you want Rose to hand over some of her own dresses or gowns for the girl?" Edward asked with a large grin on his face. "I think vests and pants would do, but just to be safe toss in gowns that are easy to move in. Nothing too tight for Pepper" Cheshire said, smoothing back his hair as Edward began to lead him back toward the stairs. "Of course! Anyone who courts with you should always be on guard" Edward said as he dragged Cheshire back up the stairs. "You two must have had a good night together then yes? You seem energetic yet tired all at the same time" Edward inquired, a grin coming to his lips while looking to Cheshire. Cheshire only grinned slightly, a slight red coming to his cheeks that traveled up to his ears. "You could....say that Edward" He said, only cringing as Edward laughed once more and clapped his hand on his shoulder again. To think it would be easy to just gather supplies and get out. No he had forgotten how...excited his Ravens could get when it meant going away again.
He didn't want to think about how they would react when seeing him running out of the Palace with Sidra in tow if that need ever came.
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Sidra let her screams crawl out from her mouth, her body jerking against the hot pain of the metal against her skin, the smell reaching up to her nose and gagging her. She tried pulling away, swinging her body away from the pain but the guards held her in place while Bhan burned her. She bit her bottom lip, a few trickles of tears slipped from her eyes and down her cheeks. Do not break Sidra Do no Break she kept chanting inside of her mind, her finger nails pressing into her palms. She thought happy thoughts, thoughts that could tie her over. She thought about her father's bright smile in the morning when he came home from a long night of working, she thought about the laugh her mother made when her father would come in wearing some silly mask her brought back from a trip. She thought about Cheshire's hung over rambling and his sarcastic banter with the rest of Ravens. She thought about the boy she liked when she was 15 and how she had failed at even trying to flirt with him. She thought about first kisses, she thought about first heartbreaks or first time fighting in the ring. She thought about anything but the pain of the metal against her skin and the bile that threatened to pour from her mouth if she drowned in the smell of her own burning flesh.
When the pain was lifted from her skin she could only draw in a sharp breath and open her eyes, never realizing she had closed them in the first place. The air smelled like salty tears and burned flesh. Her flesh. She swallowed the thick lump clotting in her throat and looked over at Bhan, a little hiccup escaping her lips before she looked away and shook her head. "I won't break....I won't break, Bhan I won't" She said, knowing that the name of others held some sort of power. Then again this guy was burning away at her flesh and scaring her skin like it was nothing. "I won't break" She whispered again, a couple tears running down her cheeks but she held her face of determination. She was not going to break. She couldn't. She twisted her hands in the shackles and cringed when she tried to move her leg with the burned marks dressing it up and down. Beautiful skin turned into horrible and ugly marks. "I don't think this is really gonna work Sir" one of the guards mumbled, looking at her and then to the Captain.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 23:49:01 GMT -5
Ginger watched as the boy laid the tray of food in front of her. He seemed so flustered that se couldn't help but smile assuredly, "Thank you." She took one of the biscuits off the plate as he watched him leave the room rigidly. The princess had expected to blush by all the assumptions that the help were making, but she didn't. She bit into the biscuit and soon it was gone. She hadn't realized just how hungry she was. She shoved the food in her mouth since she was alone and no one was watching her and then, after the eggs and biscuits were settled in her stomach, she dang the tea with fever. Who made this food? It was incredible! The cooks in the palace kitchens were world class chefs but whoever was cooking in the kitchens for the Black Ravens was amazing. She needed to meet this man or woman. However today was not the day for meet and greets. Ginger left his office after she had eaten all the food on the plate and headed towards Cheshire's room. When she entered, the girl from last night spun around to see her, "Oh Ally. Good morning."
The girl smiled at her, "Good morning Miss Pepper. Did you sleep well last night?" Ally asked the question with innocence and it was a wonderful relief from all the suggestive comments from all the other Ravens. Ginger shut the door behind her and looked at the clothes that were being gathered on the bed for her. Apparently Ally had been informed about their departure and had already started pilling the clothes that she would need for the week long journey. There was mostly trousers and cotton shirts but there were a few loose fitting dresses mixed in, "Very well, thank you." The girl grinned widely and resumed the packing that she had began before Ginger had entered the room. The princess gathered up her clothes from yesterday which were folded neatly on the table that sat near the bed (she figured that Ally had done that too) and headed off to the bathroom to clean up and change. She used the restroom and slipped the nightgown off her shoulder before dressing into the warm trousers, cotton shirt, and gray vest. She braided her tangled and messy hair as best as she could and then left the washroom. When she came out, Ally was working on packing the dresses into the third bag, stuffing the heavy material into the corners of the big bag. Ginger went over to her and helped the girl close the suitcase. She latched it together and sighed as she looked at the three suitcase on the bed, "Do I really need this much?"
Ally giggled at her slightly annoyed tone, "Sir Da- Cheshire said that you would be away for a week for a guessed on the amount of clothes that you would need. Is this too much Miss? I can reduce the amount if I need too." Ginger hummed as she considered the question, her lips turning up into a smile, "Well I don't know what Dante has planned. I might need it all." She looked at the girl that was much younger then her much as tall as her, "I'll keep it." Ally nodded and grabbed the handle of the bag that was closest to her, "Yes ma'am. I'll take it down to the horses." She bowed her head lightly and then left the room with difficulty, the heavy bag awkward in her hands. Ginger tugged on her boots quickly and then took hold of the other two bags. They were much heavier then she thought they would be and they made her stumble for a moment. When she was stable, the princess left the room with bags in tow. The princess didn't make it very far before another man from the Black Ravens was insisting that he take the bags from her and she was forced to relent. He took the bags and was of sight in moments. She stood in the middle of the hallway, not quite sure what to now that her main mission had come to abrupt halt.
"I might as well find Cheshire..." Ginger whispered to herself and then headed back to the office that she had just been in. Maybe he would be there. She opened the door to the office but when she didn't see the red haired man, she sighed and traveled down the stairs at the end of the hallway quietly. The gambling hall was much less noisy then it was last night and she heard the two men talking before she even saw them. She slipped into Pepper's skin as she saw Edward and immediately she called out to him with a happy voice, "Good morning Edward!" She crossed the ground of the hall and slipped her hand into Cheshire's smoothly, looking up at him with what she hoped were excited and loved filled eyes, "Is everything ready?"
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"I know you won't," Bhan responded to Sidra under his breath, his stomach twisting in disgust at the smell that was thick in the air. He sighed and looked down, thinking of what he was going to do. He couldn't just keep torturing her; she had proved that she wasn't going to talk even if it meant her life. The guard was right, this method wasn't working. There were other options that he could explore but some of the were much more horrible then what he had done so far. He placed the hot poker on the concrete ground and shook his head up at the girl, "What are we doing to do about you?" He stood in silence for quite awhile, thinking about the options that were on the table. The guards fidgeted after a while and he shook his head again before taking off his gloves, "Get her down. We're done for today."
The guards seemed shocked by the order but followed it anyways, releasing the chain and causing the girl to crumble to the floor. He watched as she hit the ground, but didn't say anything until they were all out of the room, "Tell the doctor to dress the wounds, but not to give her anything for the pain. I want her to feel the burns. Also, don't give her anything but water until our next session." He forced his voice to sound cold but he the his own orders her causing him pain. The girl's only hope was the pain meds that the doctor had been giving her and he knew that he was being cruel to deny her that. But he had to do something or they would both go down in smoke before he perfect his plan.
"Yes sir," was both of their replies. They saluted him before departing from him and he was out of the dungeon as fast he could possibly could be. He didn't want to be down there any longer then he needed to be. he might be playing a part but that didn't mean that he had to do it that well. It wasn't overly suspicious for him to be leaving early anyways as he had other duties to attend to. He didn't stop for anything but headed straight to his office that was on the other side of the palace. He felt like he was going to vomit and he didn't need anyone seeing that. As soon as he was inside the sanctuary of his small office, he rushed the trash can and heaved his breakfast up. He bent over the small waste basket, breathing heavily. The smell of her flesh lingered in his nose and he vomited again as he remembered how her skin had blackened under the red hot poker. How could he have done such a thing? It was vile. Downright wrong. He slammed his fist into the ground as the anger began to build inside his chest. He hated everything that he was doing. Hated it. There was no excuse for him to do such a thing. Sure he was trying to keep suspicion off of him so he could one day bust them both out of here. He tried to tell himself that he didn't have a choice, but that little voice reminded him that he did. He didn't have to hurt her. He could resign from his position. but then how did that help anyone? Ginger counted on him to keep her sane in this place and vice versa. Sidra's only help right now would be the man that was hurting her. That man that had kidnapped Ginger might be thinking of some plan but at the current moment, he was all she had.
A knock on the door broke him out of his thoughts and he stood panicked, "One moment!" He hid the waste basket behind his desk, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't noticed that he had just lost his breakfast, "Come in." The door opened to show a guard with a letter in his hand, "This just arrived sir." Bhan snatched the letter from the man's hand and opened it quickly. The first thing he noticed was the blood on the parchment, "That snake."
Sidra had lied to him; that smiling cat had hurt his princess. Bhan felt a murderous rage develop in his chest and he struggled to not rip the letter to shreds. I'll kill him. He read the letter as quick as he could and marched out of his office. He needed to talk to the King. |
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 16, 2016 1:48:42 GMT -5
"Of course" Cheshire said and smiled down at Ginger before looking up to Edward, raising a single eyebrow as in to confirm that everything was ready. "I'm sure by now everything is ready for you two love birds. Of course you have easy access to money and uh....where is it you two are going anyway?" Edward asked, tipping his head slightly as he looked at the two. Cheshire breathed in and then out before shrugging his shoulders. "Near Ipos and Garren'la since my dear Pepper loves her snow" Cheshire said and grinned slightly, looking to Edward before gently tugging Ginger along his side toward the stables. "But that means you two are passing through the mountains isn't it?..." Edward said and frowned, a fresh wave of concern coming over his face. "Well of course! The mountains are one of Belsow's treasures. Why not see them?" Cheshire said as they passed a Raven holding two thick red wool coats. One was longer and thicker around the waist while its twin was shorter in the tails and longer in the sleeves. The one longer in the sleeves was handed to Ginger while the other one was handed to Cheshire. Cheshire nodded a silent thank you to the Raven before slipping his hand from Ginger's to put the coat on. "But Chesh...the rebels are located all over the mountains...." Edward said but Cheshire just chuckled and looked to his friend.
"And what? They'll attack a couple that are enjoying each other's company? I don't think we have to worry about them Edward. Just make sure that everything runs smoothly here, everyone get's their pay and try not to burn down this place will ya?" Cheshire said and grinned at the frown coming over Edwards features but he didn't seem to answer any more to it before nodding. Cheshire grinned and pushed the doors open that led to the stables. Two horses with saddles full of clothing and other packs were attached to them, the snow flying around in the wind like fairies would in summer. "All ready for you sir" A raven said with a smile, handing the reins to Ginger and Cheshire before stepping back. The horses were both pitch black mares, strong muslces rippled under their coats and their hooves beat against the ground as the wind brushed against their faces. "When you coming back?" Edward asked, having to button up his shirt before heading out with Cheshire and Ginger. "Um...sometime maybe. You know me, I love making an entrance. Just keep an eye out for a raven or hawk alright?" Cheshire said and offered a grin. Edward only rolled his eyes and huffed. "Come in yelling and in a bad mood one minute and then leaving like ya own the whole bloody world" Edward grumbled. Why should he be surprised by Cheshire's attitude? Cheshire always acted like the whole world was under his boot and he would always be one step ahead of the pack. That was Dante Ludwig and Cheshire combined. Cunning. Smart. Loyal to the very end.
Cheshire chuckled, looking toward Ginger before nodding to the horse. "You ready darling?" He asked, reaching over to help her up onto the horses saddle like a good gentlemen would to his lady before mounting his own saddle. Cheshire could feel his blood pump under his veins, like a steady drum beat that was beginning to create a rhythm that he could march to. I'm coming with guns blazing Sidra....don't worry old girl Cheshire thought before digging the heels of his feet into the horses flanks, urging the animal forward and down the stone path that would lead to the back street of Gattlenberg. Cheshire could tell where they would go from here on out, they would mark their way through the smaller known towns of Belsow, take a quick short cut through Ipos and then ditch the horses from there when they could meet with his connection to the mountain. All in all it would take a few days to meet the goal point, but when they meet the rebels it could take a weeks time in order to plan and even get back to the capitol. Until then Cheshire would pray to whatever god that Sidra would pray to, and ask them to watch over her. To kick and scream and yell as much as she wanted. He wanted her to bite and lash out, to come back at their cruel words with sarcasm and smirks. He wanted her to be the biggest pain in their butts as she could. He could only hope she didn't want to give up, that the pain wasn't that bad and that nothing too harmful and scarring was done to her body. And so help him, if that Captain were to lay a finger on her that would other wise leave her in a state of pure pain Cheshire would not be afraid to take a pistol and jam it down his throat. To pull the trigger and watch as the man died and paid with his life for the sins he inflicted on Sidra. Sidra deserved more then pain in a cell and being tortured. She deserved to be free and fight who she wanted to fight, love who she wanted to love.
Cheshire's fingers tightened around the reins before glancing upwards, a smile curling onto his face. As the Cheshire cat he was suppose to work his trickster ways. So he will. "We should arrive in the next town before the sun sets by today so I say we make haist correct?" Cheshire said, urging his horse to move faster down the path and around the corner. He wanted to put as much distance between himself and the capitol as he could. He wanted to arrive to the mountains with a grin and a offer on the table. Of course the Rebels would be asking for far more then just information. They would want man power and well....what's one more organization that Cheshire could enslave himself to. He had the brain and the skills that this little rebellion needs and if that meant swearing away his life to them for this cause then so be it. He didn't care about Belsow's future. All he cared about was the freedom of the people closest to him. He cared about those who didn't have the choice to love or the choice to fight. He cared for the people and the dirty tricks they could all pull under the blanket of night. Cheshire would be there next to Sidra in a heart beat, sure she could have some new scars but as long as nothing major was done to her then so be it. And after he got Sidra he could take her and Ginger even somewhere far away. He could get Sidra into some kind of fighting school, have her dress as a boy to teach there or maybe she could open her own place. Heck she could quit this whole fighting thing and find a man to love if she so wanted it. And Ginger, well Cheshire could set her up with some money, let her find her own path if she really wanted to. And Cheshire well...that was something he would get to eventually.
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Sidra released a long sigh of relief as she was let off the hook ( pun intended ) and crumpled to the floor, trying to cradle her new wound before watching the guards leave. One of them spit on the floor before following their captain, picking up the metal poker so it was just out of her reach. She didn't care, she cared about the blackening burn on her legs and the pain that followed it. She sucked down silent sobs and shifted her body so that the wounds weren't touching the cold stone floor. It wasn't long until the doctor came in, the same one from that morning. She bent down to Sidra's level, looking at her leg and letting out a silent flow of curses. "You poor soul....the things they do to you" She grumbled, slowly applying ointment to the burn marks, trying to be careful when Sidra let out a sharp curse at the sudden sting. "Why don't you just tell them? Why are you killing yourself for your friend?" The doctor asked, reaching up to feel Sidra's forehead only to yank her hand away. Her skin was warm to the touch and she could tell that Sidra was lacking light in her eye which was being replaced with a sickening glow. "Because...." Sidra breathed out, leaning her head back and looking toward the stone ceiling of her cell. "I want to help her...." Sidra whispered, closing her eyes when the doctor began tow wrap the burns up, a worried look coming to her eyes.
The king wasn't exactly sitting in his throne room waiting around for his council. In fact he was marching down the hallways bristling with anger and all red in the face. His heavy boots carried him down the man flight of stairs and through the line of cells. A whole pack of guards followed after, one of which ran right into Bhan when rounding the corner. "His majesty is going down to the cells....captain he's...." The guard shook his head and went around Bhan, following the other guards that tried to hurry up to the King who was already barging into the portion of which the torture cells ere located. The king burst right into the cell that Sidra was in, making the doctor jump from where she was dressing the wound on Sidra's leg. "You dirty, filthy, slum rat!" The king growled, pushing the guard aside to grab hold of Sidra's throat, yanking her up and pushing her against the wall. "Your majesty! Step away from her, she is-" the doctor tried to speak but the King interrupted by bringing Sidra forward and back into the wall of the cell with a hard thunk. "He promised he wouldn't hurt her! He promised and yet I wake up with a letter filled with blood?!" The king growled, looking into those pained blue eyes of Sidra's. Sidra clawed at his hand, looking back at this 'man' with a scowl. "He...he did but you....threatened him. You don't threaten a man who is holding your daughter hostage" She chocked out, glaring at him. A group of guards clustered around the entrance to the cell, watching the scene unfold before them.
"I could kill you, stick your head on a spike. He said he wouldn't hurt her..." The king snarled, his hands tightening around Sidra's throat even more. "He won't hurt her...if he says he won't...he won't....you are just too....stupid to look at the situation in truth" Sidra rasped, her nails digging into the kings skin. The king only growled, tossing Sidra to the ground before landing his boot into her side. "I should kill you right now" He said, only making Sidra let out a sudden laugh. "Go ahead! Not like I will be missed you big ape. My death will have no impact on anyone. Plus you...you would loose the one thing that could help find your daughter!" She said, pushing herself to her knees to look at the king, a slight ring of red formed around her neck no doubt to bruise. The doctor stood by, watching as the king drove his foot back into Sidra, rage filling his eyes the longer he looked at her. "Your highness stop! She has a fever she could have caught something contagious...leave her to your guards" The doctor pleaded, grabbing hold of the King's shoulder to try and pull him back.
The king could only snarl and yank away from the Doctor, looking down at Sidra who was pressing herself into the corner of the cell, familiar aches returning to her chest as she looked up at the king. In all fairness he could kill her but...she had a point. Who would care about her death? No one. No one but the Cat from the Ravens and that didn't mean anything if only one man cared. Not to mention they had no other leads and not enough man power to spare a country wide search for his daughter.
Sidra didn't even flinch when the King turned around to leave the cell, pushing aside guards to stalk out of there. He needed Bhan to hurry up with these torture sessions. He needed information, he needed something. Anything. Sidra could only watch as some of the guards lingered to glare at her, the doctor quickly shuffling out from the cell after a moment. For some reason Sidra felt more alone then ever in that cell. She curled her fingers into the cloth of her shirt and looked down, and for the first time ever since entering that cell....she was fearing on what would happen next
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 20:41:01 GMT -5
Ginger appreciated the help with getting onto her horse and voiced her thanks when she was seated in the saddle with the reigns in her hands. It was much more comfortable then before as she wasn't wearing a nightgown anymore and something that was more suitable for long trips. She spurred the horse after Cheshire quickly so she wouldn't be left behind. She paid more attention to her surroundings then she did to what Cheshire was saying most of the time, not that she didn't find his small talk entertaining. It was just that her scenery was much more interesting for Ginger because she didn't get out much. In some spots, the snow had melted and the fresh water clung to the blades on grass and if the light caught it just right, then a rainbow appeared. There was a briskness to the air, but it wasn't horribly cold with her new jacket covering her arms and shoulders. The sound of the birds chirping filled her ears and for a brief moment, she closed her eyes to take in the feeling of the winter that was slowly turning into spring. Cheshire had been absolutely right when he had said that she loved her snow. Winter had always been one of her favorite seasons (directly after Fall of course) and snow was part of the reason why she loved it so much. The little flakes were just magical. Part of her was excited that the rebels were located somewhere she could see a bunch of snow, but another part of her was not excited that they were in the mountains. The mountains of Beslow were dangerous as they were filled with wild animals and avalanches were common. Sure, they were beautiful and many people choose to live in little cabins deep in the forests, but the area was basically untouched by settlers. Oh well, it would be an adventure for both of them.
Ginger was startled out of her thoughts by Cheshire's statement and she looked over to him, "Yes I suppose we should." She let her gaze linger on him for a moment. His body language had changed from yesterday and even this morning. Was he happy that they were going to the rebels or just excited that his friend would be returned to him soon? She didn't really know and frankly, she didn't really care. She was just glad that he wasn't drowning in his own anger and sorrow anymore. Dante Ludwig was much better company when he was happy. His grin was contagious and soon she found herself grinning like an idiot as well. Despite the fact that she still didn't know if they had made the right choose of leaving Sidra to fend for herself until they could get to the rebels, she felt like maybe they were heading in the right direction.
It was quiet for a few moments as they traveled and soon Ginger became tired of hearing the sound of the horses hooves against the ground, "So, do all the citizens of Beslow know the rebels are located in the mountains or is that information reserved for the Black Ravens?" She was curious as to whether or not the citizens knew as much as he did. She knew next to nothing about the rebels so hearing that Cheshire knew where they were located was sort of interesting. He father would kill to have even an inkling of where they were situated at the moment.
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Bhan cursed loudly as the King flew past him. Had he already see the letter from Ginger's kidnappers? He thought that he would have been the first to see the piece of paper, but obviously he had been wrong. He followed closely after the King and his guards, worried about what he would do the girl after he had seen the blood on the paper. He wasn't going to lie. After he had seen Ginger's blood, the anger had returned and for the briefest moment he had wished that he had done more to Sidra. She had promised him that Ginger wouldn't be hurt, she had promised. But as he saw the King taking his anger on Sidra, he couldn't bring himself to do the same. She was receiving what she deserved from the King and even then, the punishment was too harsh. She hadn't been the one to hurt Ginger after all. She hadn't technically done anything wrong except to break his princess from this prison. He heard every painful blow that connected with her sides, but he simply stood outside the doorway, waiting for the King to be finished. They still needed to talk after all about the letter and what he was to do. He had already been thinking about a new way to get info from Sidra but he needed to see what the King wanted him to do. The girl wasn't going to break, this he already knew, but the King was expecting him to try so he had to try.
Once the King was finished and he left the room, Bhan followed after him, his face a perfect mask. Weakness was not something he could show around this man. He didn't want to speak but he knew he had too, "Your Highness..." He said it curtly but not disrespectfully so he could catch the King's attention, "What would you me to do about the situation? I can send out a search party to the surrounding towns if you would like." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 20:43:14 GMT -5
Sorry it's so short! I am running very low on muse right now. I also wanted to saw that I start school tomorrow so I wont be able to get on as much from here on out. I mean I'm not on much anyways, but homework will take up A LOT of my time. Just wanted you to know that I hadn't ditched you or anything.  )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 17, 2016 21:34:45 GMT -5
[ that's alright, school is starting soon for me as well but you know life lol thanks for letting me know c: ]
Cheshire glanced back at Ginger before shrugging slightly. "Most of the people of Belsow know where the rebels are in general. But none of them really know where they are exactly. Nor does a lot of people talk about it" Cheshire went on to say, feeling that he didn't need to explain why no one spoke of where the Rebels were. People knew better then to blab about where the rebels were, for if anyone even gave a inkling about where the rebels were then they would be dragged to the palace and tortured for days on end. So no one dared to breath a word of where they were in fear that some guards would be around to over hear them. "The mountains they are located in is surrounded my dangerous terrain, not to mention the danger of going there would mean you would have to travel through the unstable mountain pass" Cheshire explained, knowing that mountain range was....a place not even he would sent his own men. The mountain pass has only one way through that is safe enough for travel. But the rebels have, apparently, taken over that route and just blocked it off from the King's eyes and men.
"Knowing where they are is easy, finding a rebel is the hard part" Cheshire said, his smile tugging at his lips as he thought about how easy it was for him though. He could easily get the rebels to take him straight to the camp and come up with some sort of deal. Not to mention they would have easy access into the castle. Nothing bad should happen. Nothing horrible at least, if they ran into any guards Cheshire wouldn't be afraid to deal with them. He pressed his heels into the horse a bit more, wanting to be in the next town already but Gattlenberg was huge. Even compared to the capitol which was pretty big itself, Gattlenberg was only of the biggest cities to grace Belsow. People were already out and about, lingering towards the sides with bright smiles on their faces. Cheshire tried to steer clear of them and take routes that weren't cluttered with people. The roads weren't really defined with a side for walking like in the cities. The roads were made with dark red cobblestone and the buildings were made from blanch white rock. Everything about Gattlenberg is suppose to be beautiful. Graceful and clean, of course it was never suppose to be as beautiful as Belsow. But in Cheshire's opinion it was already too late. The place was gorgeous and it had a better smell then Belsow's capitol had ever had. To see it in the summer was what Cheshire wanted to see, there would be plants everywhere and the ivy climbing up the sides of the buildings would be lush and give just this vibe of something old yet beautiful. Gattlenberg had once been the capitol of Belsow but of course after the first King was over turned the castle was left to be empty while a new and bigger palace was built in the new capitol for the rest of the kings to live in. If Cheshire was King he would move that palace right back to Gattlenberg so he could see the city surrounded by it's giant walls and beautiful scenery.
The journey through Gattlenberg wasn't hard, Cheshire just had to redirect them through the gates that weren't surrounded by guards and watch towers. But once they were out of the city they were instantly right back into the forest, the cold was refreshing his body felt awake and alive. As far as he knew the next town of which they were heading to wouldn't take that long to reach. Not at the speed they were going at least. He could just hope that his contact was still in the town when they arrived. His contact was someone who he knew....well enough. His contact to be exact was Joana Min, a lower ranked officer of the Rebels but really that didn't matter to him. She worked under the impression that she was a harmless farmers daughter who had come into the city to make more money for her father. When really Joana had connections to the leaders of the rebels, and connections meant more man power and more man power meant the more damage Cheshire could do to that dumb palace of the Kings and anyone who dared to step in his way. Not to mention he could put a knife right into that kings chest. Then Sidra would be safe, some one else could take the throne and then Ginger would be free. And Cheshire could go back to his life or maybe he could hop on over to the next country and start some havoc there.
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The king spun around at the sound of Bhan's voice and just growled, his eyes narrowing. "I want you to do whatever it takes for her to talk. I don't care if it means that you have to break the laws to do it. And if she doesn't talk soon Bhan...I want you to kill her" The king growled, looking down at the captain of the guard with a sort of hot fire in his eyes. "I don't want her to feel safe at any moment in time. In the mean time send out search parties. Send messengers to our allies and tell them a reward is up for anyone who finds my daughter" He said before turning back around and storming from the lower levels and back up to the top where his stomps could be heard even from where Sidra was. Which by the way, was crumpled in the corner, grinding her teeth together as the doctor pressed her hands into her sides. "There is going to be bruising....but nothing too serious" She said softly, looking down at Sidra who glared at the stone floor, her nails curling and digging into the rock. "Why not just tell them? Tell them where they are girl..." The doctor whispered but Sidra jus flicked her angry gaze up to the doctor. "I won't let them have their way" She whispered back, looking away as quickly as she had looked up. She wasn't going to expect Bhan to go easy on her any more nor did she expect him to look at her with pity.
He was going to look at her with hate. And she wasn't going to stand for that. She needed a weapon of some kind, she needed to defend herself instead of taking this punishment. She could easily find a way to pick the locks on the chains and then seize some sort of weapon. Sure with her wounds it would make her slower but that didn't mean her strength was gone. She still had a spark to fuel her arms and legs. Sidra just needed a way, she needed to get out and warn Cheshire of what was to happen. If her guesses were right then he would be in the gambling hall in Gattlenberg and would be planning something. She didn't know what his main goal was but she would get out of here, go to Gattlenberg where she hoped he was waiting for her and then find some way out of this country. She had enough of this place and everything in it. She had enough of this suffering. She looked up as the doctor was escorted out of the cell, the door was shut tight and locked, leaving Sidra in the corner of the cell. Her breathing was quick and shallow, as much as she thought she looked strong on the outside she looked so weak. Her skin was paler then usual and the air smelled of sickness.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2016 22:49:51 GMT -5
Ginger smiled at him and nodded her head lightly, soaking everything that he said in, "I see. I don't really know that much about the rebels because... well, we don't have conversations about them in castle, much like the townsfolk. It's basically taboo. The only thing I know about them is that they are extremely hard to find. I would like to know more about them though. They could be an incredible help in more ways then one." The princess snuck a glance over at Cheshire. It was obvious what she meant, but she couldn't say anymore. She knew that Cheshire shared her wish of seeing her father's reign ended, but he trees had ears and no one was to be trusted. They were still in town after all. What if someone heard and blabbed on them? It didn't matter if she was the princess or not, what she was suggesting was the highest form of treason. Even meanly suggesting the fact that she wanted her father off the throne was enough to get her killed by his hand. It was vital that if she was to give the rebels the information they needed that they succeed. If they didn't then everyone that was involved and even the families of the rebels were going to be killed. Including her, Cheshire, and Sidra. She sighed and looked forward again, not wanting to think about the possibility of them failing. It was just to painful.
When they had made their way out of the city and past the guard tower, she let out a sigh of relief and the tension in her shoulders washed away. Despite the fact that she still couldn't totally relax, the forest was much safer then the city. The mountain passes were incredibly dangerous however, with the natural disasters and the thieves that lurked, so Ginger decided to soak the easiness of her surroundings in. She tipped her head up towards the sky that was still clouded over and breathed deeply. The air was clean because of the fresh snowfall and made her lungs sting slightly. Suddenly, she was overtaken with the strong urge to spread her arms out and embrace the sky and the feeling of freedom. She yearned to gather the reigns of her horse and flee to the other side of the world, where no one knew who she was and she was free to do what she wanted, when she wanted, and how she wanted. Even still, her arms remained by her side and the horse kept it's pace besides Cheshire's. For now, she had a part to play. She couldn't just abandoned this man that had gotten her so far.
The two horses continued towards their destination at a brisk but reasonable pace and she reached forwards to stroke her steed's mane for a moment. The feel of the horse's hair against her hand made her grin softly. Ever since she was young, she had loved horses. They had also been apart of any get away plans she would craft in the safety of her mind for quite a few reasons. Of course, they were fast and reliable; the perfect animal to carry her away from her prison. However, the horses in the stables were always the most sweet and gentle creatures. Plus, Ginger had never been allowed to have a dog or a cat or even a goldfish, so the horses were her only animal friends growing up. She stroked her horses mane again, "I think I am going to name you Midnight after your black coat. What do you think Midnight?" She whispered it to herself, feeling silly but happy as she did. The horses shook it's head as if agreeing with the princess and she laughed lightly. She then looked over at Cheshire and looked at him expectantly, "What are you going to name yours Cheshire?"
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Bhan bowed his head after the King and said firmly, "Yes Your Highness." He was moving the moment the King was finished giving his orders, barking at the other guards to bring him the people that he needed to talk to, "Get me Yaeger! I need to have a word with him." His second in command, Erik Ackerly, approached him quickly, "Send a few troupes out to search for the princess. There is now a reward for her so make sure that that message gets passed around." Ackerly saluted him and mumbled a 'yes Sir' before scrambling off to carry out the orders. The Captain descended the stairs to the dungeon to take care of his main task. The two guards that had been with him the past few days followed him and waited for him to speak. He cracked the door open to look at the girl that was curled up in a corner before recoiling at the smell of burnt flesh and sickness. He shut the door, "Don't give her anything for the next two days. I mean nothing. No food, no water. Block off the window so it's pitch black. No one enters that room after you cover the window, not even the doctor. I want her totally isolated for the next two days. Understood?"
The threat in his voice was obvious. If he caught wind of either one of them entering the room with her in that state.... they would be dead men. The two men nodded quickly and got to business. Bhan left them to do what they had to do and was climbing the stairs again when a thin man caught his eye. Yaeger looked at him and gave a half smile, "You needed to speak to me, boss?" The Captain sighed, "How hard would it be for our men to block off the major exits on the border?" The man tilted his head in surprise and sifted on his feet, "Well, it would mean a lot of man power and we couldn't cover every exit but... I guess it would be possible. Why?" Bhan waved him off, not feeling like explaining to him at the moment. he couldn't risk that Raven sneaking out of the country with his princess, "I'll explain later. I just need you to figure out how to do it and get it done. Don't deplete our resources of soldiers here but send some of the men the cover the borders." Yaeger hesitated for a moment but saluted him and turned away.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 21, 2016 13:28:02 GMT -5
Cheshire glanced over at Ginger when she spoke and looked back down at his own horse. "Um....name...it?" Cheshire said and quirked his face into one of puzzlement. Name the horse? He has...never named a horse before. Well at least in his adulthood, when he was young he would give everything a name. He would name any plants he saw something long and foolish. He would give people names that he didn't know, standing in the window and looking down at them. He would give names to all the animals that crossed his path. He remembered one time when he was leading Sidra down the Slums, her little hand in his and a big old flock of dogs crossed their paths. "See that? That's Big Shaggy and Mort" He had said to Sidra, who thus repeated the names all the way back to their little home. But as Cheshire got older the only things he named were traitors and thieves. Not animals. He gazed down at the animal and tipped his head slightly. "Um...I'm gonna name it....Dips" He said. Where did that come from? Who knew, he just felt like the horse was a Dips. The horse had some white spots dotting it's chestnut brown coat and had some smaller black spots covering it's nose. "Yeah...Dips. Dips and Midnight" Cheshire said and smiled slightly, like he was so proud of the name he had given the horse. When in reality if anyone else were to hear that name they would probably question where Cheshire's train of thought went and if he was as mad as the character he was named after.
The ride into the next town didn't take nearly as long as Cheshire had thought it would. The town was small but had this sort of cozy feeling to it, a large inn was parked right at the center of the town where a fountain usually was or some kind of statue of some warrior. But no it was a inn, and even the snow looked cozy here. It was exactly melted but it looked like someone had scooped up a big fluffy blanket and plopped it right on top of the town. People wore big thick coats and hats, women wore these long over coats and ear muffs on their heads. Cheshire sort of felt a bit out of place with his slim cut coat and suit underneath. He slowed down his horse to a light trot, gazing around the town and finding it...odd. There didn't seem to be any thieves killing people in an alley...there weren't people screaming at each other that they were gonna cut their throats out. This town seemed....nice. Cheshire felt like a heavy stone was set on his head at the thought, not knowing how to handle 'nice'. How does one be openly nice without having a sarcastic banter with another? How does one do this or do that when nice? He felt his body stiffen as he saw a elderly couple...who here is alive to still be together in this country?! He stiffened slightly at the thought before swallowing his own pride and urging the horse forward until they came to a little post where they could tie the horses down. "I think this will be a good spot to stop for a bit...." Cheshire said as he glanced up again as the door opened to the inn and out came a group of men carrying large luggage, one of them standing to the side while handing a smaller girl a bag of coins. "Thank you for your stay here!" The girl chirped, her bouncy ginger curls bobbed around her face, her green eyes watching the men walk off the steps to the inn and back toward their own horses probably tied down in the stables.
But when this girl looked up and caught the eye of Cheshire she froze, before a smile split her lips and she came running off the stone steps and toward Cheshire in a flurry of plain blue skirts and a white apron tied around her front. Cheshire barely got the chance to prepare himself, the girl leaped and latched herself onto his frame, squealing so loud it made Cheshire's eyes ring. "Oh! Chesh I haven't seen you in forever oh my gosh! The last time I saw you, you couldn't even tie your own shoes! Well neither could I at the time but still! I can't believe it's you!" She said in a happy, shrilly voice. Cheshire cringed slightly at it but smiled nonetheless, slowly and carefully easing her off of him. "Yes Joana, I know it's bee a while...I see the inn is still holding it's ground" Cheshire said, the young girl nodding her head so fast Cheshire thought for a moment she would snap it. "Yup! Still the jewel of this little town! But I-" The girl stopped her rambling just as her eyes slipped past Cheshire's shoulder and to Ginger. Joana straightened and looked to Cheshire and the girl. "You have company?" She whispered as if Cheshire didn't know. Cheshire nodded to the girl, like she was child who didn't understand the word 'yes'. "Well why didn't you say so! Here I am being rude! Come here!" Joana said with that happy leveled voice once more, pushing past Cheshire to hug Ginger tight. "It is so good to see Cheshire with other company, of course I was sort of expecting Sidra but that girl probably has work of her own or maybe a man to see to. But it's so good to see you!" Joana said, while hugging Ginger, finally releasing her and flashing a bright smile with those brighter green eyes.
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Sidra scowled at the guards as they began to block off the window, lifting her eyes slightly so she could watch them even block the little viewing window on the door. Plunging her in a room full of darkness. Sidra could barely see past her own hands at this point, her whole world turning to darkness. She sat up slightly, the sound of her chains echoing around her little closed off chamber. This was his plan? Did he think having her trapped in a box of darkness was going to change anything?! She had been pushed into a box of terror and never ending violence for all her life, this was a heaven sent grace! She scowled slightly as she slowly stood to her feet, using the wall as purchase so she didn't trip over her own chains. Her leg burned and screamed at her when she tried to put weight on it, even with the numbing agent the doctor had put on her she didn't want to push it. So she tried her best to not put as much weight on the wounded leg as she shifted around, limping out as far as she could in the darkness to test how far her chains went. She could get right to the middle of the chamber, which wouldn't do all that good if she was to be in a fight. But there was still weapons...she could try and reach one of the weapons that were on the walls. She limped right back to the walls, hating how the chains betrayed her movement and basically gave away to her shifting and so on. She shuffled forward slightly, her fingers just grazing a hook that had something metallic and thin. She tried reaching further to grab it, to yank her hand against the metal peg to maybe loosen the object but she could only graze her fingers on it.
Was that what this all was? What this chamber was designed to do when nothing else worked? To tease the prisoner of freedom or the comfort of a weapon by just having their chains long enough to barely grasp a weapon? She let out a frustrated snarl and pulled on the chains, wishing them off of her. Wishing they would burst into a million little chain links. She wished her leg felt better, that her back wasn't carved up like a turkey. The only sharp thing she had was the rough lines of the chains and those barely did anything. If a solider were to come close to her she could try and subdue him and his partner. But she didn't know how long she was to stay in this chamber of darkness. If they were going to treat her like an animal and keep her locked in a box then she would act like one. She snarled and thrashed her chains around, causing as much noise as possible. The chains slapped against the stone and the metal links sounded like hard points of a whip when snapping against the rock. She pulled on the giant metal knot that connected her to the wall and growled, clawing on the metal cuff around her wrists and feet. She wanted to be free. She wanted to meet with Cheshire and she wanted to be the one to return to this castle with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. She had thought she was trying to help Cheshire and Ginger, that Bhan got what she was trying to say. That he picked on up on her hints that the letter meant more then it looked. She has seen Cheshire do this before, to spill someone else's blood on the parchment to make it seem like he had harmed them. She knew he had done that trick. She had to believe it was that trick.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 19:33:55 GMT -5
Darth, I think I am going to drop this RP. It was a lot of fun, but I have lost all muse for it and I don't think it's fair to you if I just disappear without telling you why. It was so much fun Rping with you as you are a great partner! Maybe we'll RP again together sometime down the road. I hope you understand.  )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 25, 2016 21:24:37 GMT -5
[ No that's fine ^-^ I've kind of lost muse for this as well, it has been fun rping with you :3 Hope we see each other again ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 21:27:47 GMT -5
Me too! )
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