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Post by Sparky on Jul 7, 2019 15:35:12 GMT -5
[ moreover how are all these people going to get recruited for this mission? XD ]
Drunk drunk.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 15:37:21 GMT -5
(Sparky, probably blackmail XD.
Also yeah, what if they stole something from a carriage headed towards the castle like bandits, knocked everyone unconscious, stole some goods, and kind of know each other slightly, but like. She kind of became a vigilante/thief and sometimes stops him by beating him to it or warning people for her own humor.
Totally see a friend/enemy thing going there XD.)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 7, 2019 15:38:39 GMT -5
[ yesss ]
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Jul 7, 2019 15:39:22 GMT -5
(( Hope it's okay that I assumed Zander and Zahavi are kind-of friends! If not, I can edit my post if needed. ))
"I speak to nobles every day! They've nothing of interest to add to a conversation," Zahavi argued, albeit without much strength to the words. He lost nearly all of his debates with Eldred, though he was by all means a clever and smart boy. The advisor had many years of experience that Zahavi did not and a sense of calm, unwavering wisdom that such a flippant young man couldn't grasp. "I know, I know. You tell me all the time that kings have been overthrown by their own nobles. That villages of rioted and brought their kingdoms crashing down in fire and blood. That's exactly why this gala should be open to the entire public! Is it not our duty to see that the farmers and stablehands are as well treated as our nobles?"
If there was one thing that set Zahavi apart from most princes, it was his burning desire to see a kingdom united as one, where social classes didn't cause such a rift between people. For all his whining and moping, he was a dreamer, and a hopeless pacifist. Love not war, friends not foes. A scholar and far from a fighter. The gala should be an extravagant party that stretched across markets and palace alike, open to nobles and farmers and blacksmiths.
Perhaps Zahavi's nanny, a woman long since passed away, was to blame for his idealistic views. She grew up a peasant, after all, and married into wealth.
Whatever else he might have said was interrupted by Corona, a maid which he recognized from her time spent working in the castle. Someone once mentioned that she used to be fond of him, but he didn't particularly fancy her. No more than he fancied any woman, servant or noble. He spared little time for thoughts of romance (secretly, he adored the sappy novels accessible in the palace's expansive library).
"Very well then," Zahavi sighed as he gave Eldred one last pleading glance. Nothing could save him from this, not even the wise and respected man. "I would rather be anywhere else, but if I've no choice, I can only hope I won't have to converse with my parent's friends. Come, Corona, let us prepare for this nightmare of a gala." He disliked trailing after others and lead the way to his room himself, where Lanni laid his suit out neatly across the bed. An ugly, stiff outfit he frowned at, all deep reds and eye-catching golds.
"I hate the color red. Don't you? It's an awful color," the prince commented to the maids. Lanni ignored him with an expertise that came with years of practice. "Mother knows I prefer blue or green, but it's always red. Getting ready takes so long. Where is Zander? Is he coming to the gala?"
Zahavi and Zander weren't necessarily close, since they didn't see each other all the time, but the prince considered him a good friend. They spoke often enough and he was one of the few people around the castle that Zahavi enjoyed being around.
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"The trout is yours to manhandle," Dru waved off the woman's vaguely threatening warning for the upcoming party food. She wasn't a big fan of seafood to begin with, more of a lover of all things sweet. The entirety of the castle's cream puff supply would mysteriously vanish the moment she set foot into the room, that was a guarantee.
Women attending the gala had their maids to help them into their dresses and fixes their makeup, but Dru didn't see the point. She didn't need another woman to make her look presentable. In the dressing room, she was quick to change into her rather colorless dress and pin her unruly red hair away from her face with a few well placed, silver hairpins. Makeup was a novelty she disliked, though she took a moment to apply the slightest bit. Nothing over the top.
By the time she exited the room, not long had passed, and she stopped to adjust the straps of her knives in her dress shoes when she heard it: a second voice, coming from the storage room. She caught only the tail end of the conversation and made out only one word: poison.
She thought about leaving, but really, that was a word that didn't come up in most conversations. Quietly, she rapped on the door with her knuckles. "Best hurry up in there," she warned, just the same as the woman had with the trout. "The owner will be back shortly and she will not tolerate your presence in her shop."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 15:42:31 GMT -5
I love all of these characters
And yeah I’ve no clue how Isabella is gonna end up on the quest)
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on Jul 7, 2019 15:50:57 GMT -5
I love all of these characters And yeah I’ve no clue how Isabella is gonna end up on the quest) Atlas and Isabella should know each other! she knows the town pretty well after all so she could lead the rest of the group to him XD)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 15:51:31 GMT -5
Leon was looking for a dress and paled visibly at his words. “Zelos!” She hissed, “What if that woman heard you?” She asked, picking up a simple suit, one that would be loose enough to be comfortable and surely not missed, “She might think I’ll poison the food, nobody knows your stomach knows no bounds,” she commented dryly. “And you’lll give yourself away and-“ she trailed off when she heard the footfalls again, deadly silent, and glanced over her shoulder. Everything was whispered, harder to hear unlike his outburst.
“Thanks,” she commented blandly, though a bit of kindness hinted in her voice, it wasn’t much. She walked over to the dresses, sighing and picking up one that laid mostly flat, but would fit her ebony hair and blue eyes, a royal blue colored dress with nightshade accents, slightly wispy and just a tad hint of noble on it. Surely it wouldn’t be missed either.
She waited until the women left, if she heard the women plan on calling the guards, she could have to do a spell of forgetting. She knew Zelos wouldn’t mind killing, but she wasn’t a killer, she was more of a ‘killing takes too much work and so does hiding a body’ type of girl. She knew the outfits should fit fine, having checked the sizes, and not having time to play dress up.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 15:51:47 GMT -5
I love all of these characters And yeah I’ve no clue how Isabella is gonna end up on the quest) Atlas and Isabella should know each other! she knows the town pretty well after all so she could lead the rest of the group to him XD) Oooh I like it!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 16:00:49 GMT -5
She offered a bright smile even to Eldred, but when the prince turned, she mouthed the words ‘why me?’ in his direction, sighing and turning to follow the prince. True, she used to fancy him, but it was no secret that the time had gone and past almost as quickly as I came.
“Sire,” she commented softly, “your mother believes that this gathering will do you good, and your father is expecting you to represent the Kingdom well,” she instructed, just as she was told by the higher status maids. “Therefore, you should know the etiquette, how when a noble speaks, if someone doesn’t bow to you, you are to politely pardon them.” He probably got the spiel before, sadly she had to memorize it to tell him, under orders of the royals. “Lastly, if you find a potential bride, assure her nobility,” she added, walking forward behind him until they reached the room, where his suit lay.
She winced at the color, but hid her expression. She wouldn’t want to wear something like it either. When he asked the maids about their opinions, she kept silent, “Your mother has requested that this be worn, but yes-“ a warning stare was given to her by another made, but she stood tall, “I can see why you feel that way, my lord.” Customary names, she learned to hate them.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 16:08:39 GMT -5
(I love the changes to the rp profiles it gives me life x I love all these characters <3
Oh yeah I don’t wanna do any Eldred writing or anything just yet because I might be going to bed fairly soon and I don’t wanna start anything and then go to sleep. But he’s generally around and getting ready for this gala he hadn’t planned to attend)
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on Jul 7, 2019 16:09:51 GMT -5
By the time she exited the room, not long had passed, and she stopped to adjust the straps of her knives in her dress shoes when she heard it: a second voice, coming from the storage room. She caught only the tail end of the conversation and made out only one word: poison.
haha whoops)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 16:11:11 GMT -5
By the time she exited the room, not long had passed, and she stopped to adjust the straps of her knives in her dress shoes when she heard it: a second voice, coming from the storage room. She caught only the tail end of the conversation and made out only one word: poison.
haha whoops) (Zelos look what you did.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 7, 2019 16:11:38 GMT -5
(Zelos look what you did.) Oh I imagine Zelos knew exactly what he was doing XD)
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Jul 7, 2019 16:12:27 GMT -5
By the time she exited the room, not long had passed, and she stopped to adjust the straps of her knives in her dress shoes when she heard it: a second voice, coming from the storage room. She caught only the tail end of the conversation and made out only one word: poison.
haha whoops) (( #WrongPlaceWrongTime xD ))
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 16:13:38 GMT -5
(Zelos look what you did.) Oh I imagine Zelos knew exactly what he was doing XD) (Yeah probably XD.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 7, 2019 16:33:54 GMT -5
(Zander: Yes no one will suspect a thing
His minion: Yeah we got this big thing of Poison here. I'm going to talk loudly about this poison for the king!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 17:08:07 GMT -5
Leon let off a growl at him, “Well you speaking loudly probably confirmed her suspicions! I was jokingly saying it, nonchalant, cool, what you did was not cool and relaxed!” she snapped softly back. Yet when the women left, she went to open the satchel when he forced his way out.
“I’m very glad that my face is covered, she could report us, but with my hood and bandit scarf, she won’t be able to tell authorities anything other than seeing some girl with blue eyes in a store,” she commented, rolling her blue eyes. She wore what she’s wore for a reason, if she was caught, no one could really catch her.
“So, let’s get home and change,” she commented dryly, placing the clothing within the satchel, or at least, some of it, the rest she hid under her cloak. She then waited a few moments, listening for footsteps, before opening the door and coolly walking away, that is, before climbing up a wall to a roof and running across rooftops to reach the little villa she had lived in.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 18:08:09 GMT -5
Leon smirked when he didn’t rebuttal her comment, she didn’t think she won, but getting the last word in was nice. Especially to her, who took going left unspoken as some kind of personal crime.
Once she entered the villa, she snapped her gaze over towards him, “Here’s your suit, get ready while I’m getting ready.” She ordered back, throwing the suit at him half heartedly. She te dress and headed her room, leaving the bathing room open to him.
She closed her door, as she always did when she changed, and fell on her bed with a huff. Before forcing herself up and changing into the blue dress, and sighing once more, tying a ribbon around her waste, a part of the dress it was, and finding some shoes she already had. Not that the shoes really mattered, the dress would cover them, so she picked out simple black flats, the only semi-fancy shoes she had. She quickly put her hair into a braided bun and crossed her arms. It didn’t take her long to get ready, she was never keen on making herself look great, so she was able to do this rather quickly as well. Though she already hated it, and placed the blue and nightshade elbow-length gloves it came with. Underneath the mostly skinny dress, her sheath lay with her dagger. She then walked out of the room, arms crossed over her chest in agitation.
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on Jul 7, 2019 18:33:03 GMT -5
(omg I love it!! Here's Zelos's outfit) Zelos groaned once the suit landed in front of him. He hated pretending to be human. It was itchy and he couldn't fly. Especially as a child. Peope were constantly asking if he was ok and if he needed an adult. Over a hundred years old and humans thought he still needed an adult. Disgusting. He watched as Leon disappeared into her room before taking his clothes in his mouth and dragging them to the bathing room. He closed the door behind him and started shifting. Leon forbid him from changing between forms in the living area anymore. Something about nudity making people, specifically her, uncomfortable. Whatever. If it would make her happy and stop nagging him then he would do as he was told. Once he was finished shifting and changed into his outfit, Zelos stepped out of the small room and opened his arms to present himself. "You look, good human," he complimented. (omg I just realized the Zelos is Five from the Umbrella Academy)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 18:41:33 GMT -5
...) (There. Why. Did. I. Delete. It. Last. Time?) No actually this is more fitting. ))
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 18:59:47 GMT -5
Leon had her arms crossed like a child, the dress was fine, just uncomfortable to what she usually wore. Hence why she still had at least leggings still on under it. Her gaze shifted to the boy, nodding. The first time he shifted, and she found out he was a kid, or at least looked like a kid, she burst out laughing, but was uncomfortable by the nudity it came with.
So anytime he shifted, she sent him to the bathing room. She was grossed out by nudity in any situation, and always dressed as modestly as she could due to her dislike of it.
It’s safe to say that she always dressed modestly because of it, and usually wouldn’t be caught with any skin revealed other then her eyes and the skin around her eyes and maybe her nose. Part of it was secrecy, a large part, a fear of being out in the open, revealed, and perhaps caught. Then again, that was her fault.
“Thanks, Zelos,” she commented, “You look nice too, now make sure to stay by the adults tonight,” she teased jokingly, before glancing around. “We should get some of the amulets and jewelry we’ve stolen to wear, it’ll look odd if we go without at least something.” She noted, “Want me to grab you a watch?” She suggested.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 19:06:17 GMT -5
(And I love it! So fitting to grumpy child!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 19:39:22 GMT -5
(I love his role XD.)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 7, 2019 19:46:15 GMT -5
”No, really?” She said in regards to his shiny comment, “I’ll pick out the dullest thing,” she rewarded the reply to him, a sarcastic one, while searching for the jewelry. The unsaid words were ‘no dip I’m going to pick out something shiny, you imbecile’, but she didn’t say it, prompting instead to grab out the jewelry and silently contemplate his murder.
At his words, she sighed, returning with armlet full of opal, sapphire, and quartz gems, that decided on her right arm. She had a golden watch for him, and tossed it to him haphazardly, “I know, if anyone asks, you’re my cousin from Ronan, the next Kingdom over, and I’m a noble woman from Ronan as well. Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, I got it.” She murmured, grabbing two pieces of blank parchement, she would use a spell when they got there to duplicate the writing of another invintation, or they would just steal it.
“Now, are we ready to go?”
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Jul 7, 2019 21:49:29 GMT -5
(( Here's Zahavi's outfit:
And this is Dru's dress: ))
“Yes, yes, it’s the same as always,” Zahavi mumbled in response to the maid’s rehearsed instructions. He held very still while Lanni dressed him, not moving a muscle as he was taught to do from a young age. The outfit was uncomfortable and stiff, too tight around the wrists and neck, but complaining would get him nowhere this close to the gala. “Speak only when spoken to, address nobles with their full titles, excuse the ones who forget to bow. Smile, smile, smile. If a joke isn’t funny, nod and laugh anyhow. Look for a wife and assure her that she will be royalty once she’s seated on the throne by my side. Blah, blah, blah.”
The very thought of finding someone to wed, at the gala of all places, made him scowl. Corona despised dealing with him in the same way he hated the thought of being married. He didn’t mind the idea of being king so much, but he would rather not rule with a woman at his side. Women were clever and cunning, often terrifyingly so. He simply had no interest in them and certainly couldn’t imagine himself being wed to a lady for the rest of his natural life; it was like a nightmare version of his own personal happily ever after.
Who was he kidding? His outfit was hideous enough to repel most women from his general vicinity. He couldn’t begin to imagine why his mother found it fit enough to wear to an event as important as the gala, of all things. Actually, scratch that: he was now happy to be wearing a ghastly outfit such as this one, if it meant keeping the vicious single women at bay.
“Thank you for dressing me, but this will have been a waste of your time,” Zahavi said with a heavy sigh and straightened his cuffs himself, directing the statement at both Corona and Lanni. For once, he was being sincere with his gratitude. He would spend the evening sulking by his mother’s throne and, in his opinion, the efforts of their dear maids would be for naught.
“Hush,” Lanni scolded him, combing his white-blond hair neatly to one side and wiping a smudge of dirt from his cheek with her thumb. “I’ve heard enough whining from you today, my lord. Be still, be quiet and behave.”
Zahavi’s mouth snapped shut obediently. Had any other maid told him to do so, Corona included, he would have thrown a fit over the rudeness of the demand. With Lanni, fear flitted across his face and he didn’t dare question her order.
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