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Post by Sparky on Jul 6, 2019 22:03:25 GMT -5
[ ahaha I found an outlet ]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 6, 2019 22:18:29 GMT -5
(Congrats on finding an outlet :3.
Currently in the RP: A gala is being held at night in honor of the royal family, Leon and Zelos are going to sneak in. So can other characters, or while Leon is stealing outfits, someone can run into her and Zelos.
Anything works guys :3. Just wanted to kind of fill you in.)
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Jul 6, 2019 22:46:35 GMT -5
(( I'll try to get a starter up tonight! ))
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 6, 2019 22:49:18 GMT -5
(Sure thing Leo, wasn’t planning on it :3.)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 6, 2019 22:51:23 GMT -5
(Sounds good, Honeybee!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 6, 2019 22:52:19 GMT -5
 ) Zander runs his hands through his hair and makes sure he looked presentable. "Looking good handsome." He muttered to himself before making his way out the room. He was excited for this gala and hoped everything would run smoothly. His plans were to flirt, entertain and do a little bit of networking. There were some people from neighboring kingdoms that he needed to talk too. There were going to be some big changes coming soon and he needed his allies and people to be ready. |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 6, 2019 23:03:56 GMT -5
(So just to let you know Hawk, he eventually, during the gala poisons the king and queen. He doesn’t kill them though, just poisons and maybe reveals to the prince the cure, it’s up to you He that happens.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 6, 2019 23:17:43 GMT -5
(Got it  ) |
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Post by Sparky on Jul 6, 2019 23:36:28 GMT -5
Gala? Ooooh
Probably a lotta rich people at a gala. Zacharias will have a blast :3
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 6, 2019 23:40:31 GMT -5
(Tbh Leon and Zelos are going for trout.
Great group there, a girl and her pet dragon-cat whose going as a child.
Leon: ‘He’s, uh, my younger brother?’.
It’ll be fun.)
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Jul 7, 2019 0:23:34 GMT -5
(( Hope this is okay! I'll get a starter up for Zahavi soon. ))
Drusilla Thristle was not a patient woman. She spent long days and even longer nights mending wounds and aiding the sick. Sat by their bedsides, brought them food and drink, kept them warm and reassured. Comforted their families in times of need. She was their healer as much as she was their caretaker, so long as they needed her help. Not everyone could pay a high price, but often, she would work for less. Lack of money wasn't a big enough reason for her to turn down a job offer. She had enough to live a comfortable life and she didn't need more than that to be happy.
Medicine and magic could only help so much. Even with her help, some patients wouldn't make it. No matter their financial status, she would still do her best, and that wasn't always enough.
Today was a bad day. Too many sick, too many injured. Too many lost.
The famous gala was in full preparation, a night of fun and food, a time to celebrate. For Dru, it was a time to forget. She wasn't a fan of stuffy dances or wealthy, pompous people, but she would tolerate it for a night. First and foremost, she had to deal with a group of fussy tailors just to get a dress in the first place. It helped to have friends in high places--the owner of the most expensive dress boutique, whose daughter she provided medicine to--when it came to extravagant parties. She was in the process of searching for a dress that didn't make her want to vomit. Most were too long and over the top, others were bright and clashed with her too-red hair. She was torn between one composed of silver and white or a pale, dusty lavender. Dressing up was part of the reason she disliked parties so much. |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 0:47:30 GMT -5
”We either dress up, or we take the possibility of sneaking in, getting caught, and being killed for stealing food.” Leon pointed out, matter of fact, but smirked, “I’ll pick out something nice for you, not a real suit, maybe a plaid shirt and normal black pants. I’ll just pick out a simple dress for myself, nothing poofy, sound good?” It was a given that Leon would wear her normal outfit underneath, at least, her pants that is, and her dagger in it’s sheath. “I mean, it’s either that or no trout. Or we can sneak in, it’s up to you,” She trilled out, huffing when he landed on her head. She shook her head lightly, “What exactly are you going to kill, Zelos, a dead trout?” She questioned, before snorting, “Sound’s like a great Plan.”
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 0:48:33 GMT -5
Drusilla deserves a raise as well and a vacation XD) (Okay but honestly she does. i already love her tbh.) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 1:12:35 GMT -5
Leon laughed, she knew he would too. “Remind me to keep people away from the trout,” she remarked jokingly. Yet her gaze slid to a shop up ahead, it was closed in preparation for the gala, but showcased some outfits, and surely something within the store wouldn’t be missed.
“Well, time to go,” She murmured, sighing exaggeratedly as he laid on her shoulders. When the street was mostly cleared, she neared the door of the building, fishing out a small needle gadget to pick the lock.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 2:00:20 GMT -5
Leon was working deligently on the lock, trying to pick it, but the needle got stuck when he spoke, warning her of a person. She fidgeted with it, before pulling it out and zapping the doorknob with a bolt of baby blue magic, unlocking it using a bit of telekinesis and opening the door, running inside with him hidden in her satchel, and shutting the door quickly, before curling down to catch her breath. .
It always stressed her own with situations like these, but magic came in handy. She then waited until she heard the footsteps leave, and summoned a new orb of magic to illuminate the slightly darkened room, bringing into light dresses and suits galore. “Pick something out and change,” she instructed, walking forward to inspect a dress that would be just poofy enough to hide her sheath, and long enough to cover her pants, and something preferably with sleeves, so she could still hide inner normal outfit, though she doubted she could fit a cloak under a dress.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 2:41:12 GMT -5
I’m awake! Hi everyone  ) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 2:46:44 GMT -5
(I’m heading off to bed soon but hey :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 2:49:16 GMT -5
(Haha I’ll find somewhere to throw in my lot ) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 3:05:30 GMT -5
Zelos: ‘only in it for the trout’, I love it.
Also sounds good!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 3:06:20 GMT -5
I am absolutely loving the character profiles and I won’t lie XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 4:07:23 GMT -5
Eldred Scrivener wandered through the palace, observing the preparations for the gala that would be happening later. He helped very occasionally if one of the staff appeared to be struggling, but largely he didn’t involve himself. He planned on returning to his study sooner rather than later anyway, but had merely emerged to stretch his legs and to investigate the goings-on of the palace that day. He rather wished that he hadn’t, because it didn’t interest him in the slightest really.
Such frivolous displays held no real substance, and Eldred had no use for them. They were for the rich to show off, for the young to dance, and Eldred was neither. It didn’t concern him in the slightest; it was all vaporous really. Perhaps he was getting too old and cynical, but he refused to believe that.
Of course, he had once been young too. He had once enjoyed festivities, and had looked upon the castle with wonder. But those days had long passed, and he was older, wiser and far more sensible. Now he focussed on advising the King and Queen, as well as their son Zahavi. Eldred has seen that boy grow up.
But of course, Eldred had seen a great many things. He had been an advisor for many years now, having his beginnings in the court of the Valdera family. He had risen in their court, and 35 years ago he had seen the Valdera family fall, deposed by the current rulers. Eldred was a possessor of magic, yet his proximity to the Valdera rulers had kept him relatively safe from persecution. He had feared the new family would not be so lenient, but they had discovered his magical abilities within only a few weeks. Magic, even for the practised, is a difficult thing to hide. But they, too, had allowed Eldred to stay on as their own advisor, and in return for his services had promised they would not tell anyone of his abilities; he would be safe from persecution.
It was probably a wise decision, keeping the advisor of the former rulers in their court to advise them instead. It meant he was more easily monitored, they knew he would not turn traitor. Though he had little inclination to; he served whichever king and queen was ruling, he had no special allegiance to either family. He served the kingdom, and aimed to protect it and keep it running, no matter who was on the throne. And largely, though he monitored politics, he did not care for it. It didn’t matter to the man who had the throne; he had seen the rise and fall of too many kings for it to bother him.
And now, as he wandered the castle, he idly twisted a gold ring on his finger. This would be a busy day indeed in the castle, and it wouldn’t be long before the preparations were finished. That evening guests would be arriving, and that would be the time where Eldred would quietly excuse himself back to his study. He had no intention of making superficial smalltalk with the guests.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 4:19:47 GMT -5
(In case I choose to do flashbacks or extra writing for Eldred at any point: Here is a younger Eldred: Here he is younger again, like more in his 20s Teen Eldred Child Eldred The faces aren’t that similar and sometimes the colouring is a little bit different but I did my best) |
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Jul 7, 2019 8:55:56 GMT -5
(( Thanks! I love all the characters so far, they seem so fun. Drusilla is like 99% done with everything all the time. Also, love the character profiles!
As a heads up, Zahavi is kind of a brat lmao ))
The little alcove stuffed to the brim with dresses and suits for incoming guests was not particularly private. It had a single door leading out into the front of the shop and only one large window, which was covered by a heavy curtain. Dru was still torn between dresses when she heard a door creak open, the distinct sound of footsteps against the stone floor, of hushed and quiet voices. Part of her thought to ignore it. Not my business to deal with every person who happens to stop by. She was curious, however, as much as she was impatient.
Dru gave up and picked the silver dress. It was long and flowing, not too flashy, and had more lace than ribbons. Draping the article of clothing over her arm, she approached the sound. Rarely did she fear death or injury--she worked with it first-hand and saw it daily. She dressed in loose men's clothing, kept a couple knives in her boots for emergencies, a bow and quiver when she traveled. Weapons were frowned upon at parties such as this, so the hidden knives were all she had, though she doubted she would have to use them. If Dru could help it, she would avoid a fight. Violence was better avoided, though sometimes it couldn't be helped.
The sight of a woman did not surprise her. Knowing that the woman wasn't supposed to be there, since she was fairly certain the door had been locked, did not surprise her. Neither were concerning.
"There's this little thing called knocking," Dru said, eyeing the woman with unamused blue eyes. She stepped out of the storage room and moved across the hall to a closed door, the changing room. "It's the polite way to get into a house or building. Perhaps you should try it sometime."
When she opened the dressing room door with a key her friend had lent to her, she turned her head to look at the woman once more. Dru knew a thief when she saw one, though even when it came to a friend's dress shop, she couldn't bring herself to truly care. "Dresses are in the door to your left. You're welcome to pick one that isn't from the back row, those are for the noblewomen. Get caught by anyone else and they'll likely call the guards. I don't care what you do, just don't ruin anything."
That was what made Drusilla hard to like: she cared about very little, outside of her work and patients. Not even thievery was enough to catch her attention.
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Zahavi hated this. The bright lanterns, the colorful streamers, the rows of tables bursting with delicacies from across the country--all of it made him sick. As a young boy and heir to the throne, he loved a good party as much as the next prince. A chance to eat and dance, to bask in the bounty of the wonderful kingdom his parents worked so hard to lead. At least, that's how it should have been.
In truth, Zahavi wanted little to do with his parents tonight. After being told that this was not a party for him and that he would remain by his parents' side where he belonged, he didn't want to attend at all. He wanted to dance and not with those desperate noble girls; he wanted to dance with the entirety of the crowd, with whomever he wanted. Longed to talk and laugh and make friends. Rulers were supposed to get to know the people in their kingdom, gain their trust and respect by being good people, not by flaunting their wealth. His parents, on the other hand, claimed that such behavior was unbecoming of a future king. Not that it mattered either way--Zahavi wasn't in the best health to be waltzing around with anyone, noble or not.
Mother, the queen, thought this would be a good time to start looking for marriage candidates. The very thought made him queasy. He couldn't argue with her, however. She always put her foot down.
Zahavi couldn't yell at his parents for their actions. They wanted what was best, he knew, but that didn't stop him from hating the gala and his lack of freedom. He couldn't stand to be around his parents today, not with them being so unnecessarily uptight, and had sneaked away hours ago to be by himself. It was only now that the party was about to begin that he decided to come out of his hiding place.
"Eldred!" Zahavi cried, hidden beneath a small space underneath the corridor's staircase. A maid stood by, looking exasperated and impatient. Zahavi stuck his head out, eyes red and puffy, rubbed raw from the way he scrubbed at them. The prince was a cryer, without a doubt. So much so that the king and queen often scolded him for it. He was not in the best health, had a weak heart, and found the smallest things to be worth crying over. He was taller than Eldred by a bit, but that didn't stop him from reaching through the small space to cling to the elderly man. The tears started up anew, accompanied by sticking out his bottom lip. "This party is ghastly, Red. I do not want to attend. Make the maids leave me be, I refuse to wear a silly suit!" |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 10:55:28 GMT -5
(Hey! I’m around and shall work on a reply ) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 11:31:38 GMT -5
As Eldred walked he heard a familiar voice call out his name, and he had barely took a few steps more when the prince reached out to cling to him, pleading to not have to go to the gala. The man had let out a surprised and slightly exasperated sound as the prince suddenly grabbed him, but as the younger male spoke Eldred considered his response.
“Your Highness,” Eldred sighed lightly, his eyes looking over the prince’s tear-streaked face, “I quite sympathise with your desire not to go to tonight’s gala. But I’m afraid that your presence will be missed if you do not attend. The absence of yourself from such an event would not go unnoticed.”
He, having loosed the prince’s grip from him, stepped back a little before once again turning a sharp and perceptive gaze on the young prince.
Eldred was generally as much of a figure of tough love the prince could get in this palace - even though he didn’t necessarily show the tough love as clearly as he would with someone of a lower rank, he almost always managed to get Zahavi to listen to him. As an advisor Eldred was generally the only one who could feel completely able to speak their mind. The king and queen valued the man’s counsel and therefore his opinions could be freely and comfortably voiced. He applied the same principle when I came to dealing with Zahavi. He had very little sympathy for the boy’s pouting, as a rule, but the prince was rather stubborn and so often Eldred had to force himself to make small concessions in order to make the prince follow the desires of his parents. It usually worked, with the prince so focussed on the concessions Eldred had given that he was almost completely unaware that he was doing what his parents had intended for him to do. It appeared as if he may have to do the same here.
“Come now, My Lord, I am unable to indulge your wishes. I’m technically still under the employ of your parents and I expect we shall both incur the wrath of your mother if you do not show tonight. But if you go to the party tonight, I shall attend myself. I had not planned to, for I too have no interest in these events. I shall go, and then you can know you won’t be the only one there tonight not enjoying themselves. And I’ll convince the maids to let you choose your own suit, provided it’s one your mother would approve of you wearing. Would that make tonight more bearable?”
Small concessions, but perhaps enough to stop the prince’s pouting. If not he may have to offer to talk to the boy’s mother about the possibility of the prince being allowed a little more freedom that night. Not that he thought for a second that those discussions would end well.
He would hate going to the party that night, but honestly it was worth it to stop unnecessary chaos in the castle. Nobody else was keeping Zahavi in check, after all. And besides, though Eldred hated parties like this, he would be able to survive it. He had lived long enough in the court to be accustomed to its ways and he knew how to make the smalltalk he so hated. He didn’t think there would be another way to get Zahavi to attend the party, and the queen would be furious if he didn’t show up. Eldred honestly couldn’t be bothered to deal with that whole situation so it was easier just to get the prince to go to the gala.
The things he did to keep his job and keep the king and queen from exposing his magical abilities.
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