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Post by Ginz ❤ on Jun 13, 2014 21:01:12 GMT -5
Corinne was furious. She had been rudely denied entry to the church for the service. She had risen before the sun, despite her constant headaches, to follow along the casket procession to the Grand Woo Cathedral, and although she had almost been trampled by one of the palace horses in her frenzy, she was one of the very first people to arrive. The crowd would grow later, since most people only cared about the burial, but not her. She needed to be there for the whole event. “Nobles only!” the palace knights had said, slamming the door on her face, and no matter how many times Corinne assured them that she was a noble, they just wouldn’t listen. She had tried to explain. “See, I’m really Fate Sparrow, daughter of late King Starmey.” “No, I’m not dead. I mean, yeah, I died for a bit there, but now I’m living on in this peasant’s body!” They had looked at her as if she was insane. The nerve of some people! She would be sure to fire them once she was finally recognized as the princess she was. They would regret not believing her. She would have to be at the front of the crowd at the funeral. Not to get a good view, mind you. It was so the rest of the nobles would get a good view of her. They had to recognize her. They had to! She had managed to squeeze in there last time, a year ago, at Fate’s – uh, at her own funeral. That’s how Fate had singled out Corinne amongst the crowd, she was sure. Front line was crucial! Corinne’s full attention was on that, paying no mind to anything else. As long as she kept up with the casket, she’d have a shot. All she had to do was keep focus – but then suddenly, someone bumped into her really hard, making her lose her balance and fall. First that stupid white horse, and then this?Corinne was ready to blurt out a selection of her least pleasant words to the one who knocked her over, but they never came out. It was a noble. Out of all the people in the crowd, she had bumped into a noble. It wasn’t anyone from House Ascension, but still. A noble! Corinne was delighted. "My apologies," the noble said as he got to his feet and dusted himself off, "This crowd is perhaps a little too excited." He then offered her a helping hand.He took his hand and dusted herself off. She had taken an extra long time readying herself in the morning, but now that she was actually face to face with a noble, she felt inadequate. She tried to push those thoughts out of her head. She had royal blood running through her veins, she was sure it would shine through. Someone else approached them. A beautiful girl wearing very fancy clothes. Another noble, she could tell. “Kirin, are you hurt?” she asked. She then turned to her. “I hope you are unharmed. I apologize on behalf of House Stallion.”Corinne was speechless for a few seconds. She had been knocked over by a noble and now other nobles were talking to her! They were offering apologies to her! Could this day turn out to be any more perfect? “It’s… it’s no problem,” she said, addressing both of them. “I’m—” she remembered the guards who though her crazy in the morning for saying she was Fate. “Corinne.” No last name. Her last name was decidedly not royal. “Perhaps we could walk to the burial together?” she suggested. If she showed up amongst other nobles, the knights would have to let her in. That would be a thousand times better than being at the front of the crowd. Corinne gets to the church super early to assist the service, but she is denied entry because it's nobles only (even though she tells the guards over and over how she is -totally a noble!-) She then decides to follow the procession to the burial, and try her best to end up in the front line of the crowd, but her plans fall apart when Killix bumps into her and knocks her over. (She doesn't notice yet it was Jayeee's fault) Her anger fades away when she realizes she collided with a noble of all people, and even more so when Kristykimmy approaches them as well. She suggests waking to the burial together, hoping they will be her ticket into the event.
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Post by Thundy on Jun 13, 2014 21:23:30 GMT -5
Tony skipped the funeral, indeed most of the morning's events ENTIRELY. The travel through time had left him a little, jet-lagged, the closest word was. Following checking his car in for repairs he checked himself in to the inn just down the road, he had managed to secure payment for the night by giving the innkeeper 2 quarters and a nickel with the assurance that it was likely the equivalent of a month's wages in this time period. He had gone straight to sleep and didn't rise for quite some time. When he did, the funeral was already under-way, and the inn was fairly deserted. He took a few moments to think. He momentarily turned on his phone, 75% battery power left. There was probably a way to rig it to the car battery to recharge it, but that wasn't going to last long either. Even if his $5 in small change held out, he couldn't stay at the inn indefinitely and he would have to start living in his car. He still looked a mess. No matter how much he pleaded, the innkeeper had never heard of a shower, but did admit that idea of having water piped directly into a building instead of fetched from a well, was rather intriguing. He was still sporting the same dishelvedness that he did the previous day, although he made a mental note to either get his clothes repaired today, or get some new ones. There was the small manner of returning to his own time, although he would get there eventually at the rate of one second per second, he would be just a bunch of bones buried under a parking lot by then. What was needed was something out of the box. If a wizard got him here, another one might be able to get him back, but he wasn't trusting anybody with “Magerage” as a surname anymore. He also made a mental note to find and speak to the old man with visions of the future. It was nice to talk to somebody around here who could at least vaguely be on the same page. And what was going on with the town today? He had heard some loud crowds outside earlier and the procession, but rather than go investigate he merely rolled over and went back to sleep muttering to himself “4th of July parade's early this year.” Now there appeared to be nobody about in the streets and the inn was so silent he could hear the timbers creaking to the sound of a single person. There was somebody still at work here though. So Tony decided to enquire about breakfast. “Hello!” He called out as he climbed down the stairs. “I didn't see a room service menu in there, but if you've got a continental breakfast, I'll take that,” Tony checked his watch, it was well past noon. “...eh, hmm, guess I'll have a Bloody Mary too.” And with that he sat down at an available table. Tony awakes at the Kings Arms, missing the funeral entirely, tries to make plans in the day for getting new clothes, talk to Celestial, and have some breakfast. Not sure if Elcie is currently at the inn or at the funeral, but I figured Ilsa would be if he wasn't?
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Post by Omni on Jun 13, 2014 22:54:23 GMT -5
Orrin was among the minority that didn't bother trying to get a spot near the front. All that sitting around waiting, then pushing and shoving, just for a tiny bit of drink? Not worth it. Besides that, looking over the crowd wasn't such a big deal for him. Pretty much all he had to do was stand up and he could see over most people's heads. Which was more than he could say for his mother. Thus, when the casket came out, she sat on his shoulders, much to the envy of some of the other onlookers. "Sorry folks! This seat's taken!" he would tell them. It didn't seem to be long at all before one of the nobles hopped onto the casket and started riding on it. Orrin's mother wrinkled her nose. "Now that just ain't right," she stated. "Might as well be dancing on his grave," Orrin replied, wearing a scowl. It wasn't much longer before the noble jumped back down... onto another noble. One could say this man was something else. As time went on, the casket was carried closer to the burial grounds. As it did, the crowd started following, similarly disordered, and still as crowded. "Would ya like me to help ya to the cemetery?" Orrin offered to his mother. "If ya don't mind." Orrin doesn't bother trying to get to the funeral quickly. He can easily see over the crowd, and lets his mother sit on his shoulders. They both contort their faces when they see Garrick ( Jayeee) lying on the coffin. As the crowd follows the procession, Orrin does too, letting his mother still ride on his shoulders.
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Post by Avery on Jun 13, 2014 23:15:32 GMT -5
When Kel-cee woke up again, the blonde woman was gone, and not only did the lump on his head hurt, but so did his cheek—as if he’d been… slapped or something. He moaned pitifully and rubbed both wounds, and considered attempting to stagger out of the smelly mystery room. But upon standing, dizziness washed over him, and he promptly toppled back over. It was then that he noticed the envelope that had been upon his chest, but had slid onto the floor with his ill-advised standing attempt. He picked it up and eyed it with wonderment. The symbols on the front were so pretty! He traced his fingers over them. Could he read? He couldn’t remember, but the symbols weren’t making any sense to him. But, he figured, this could just be the head injury talking. … he’d have to ask someone if he could read, next time he saw them. For now, he tucked the envelope in his pocket. For the rest of the night, Kel-cee drifted in and out of consciousness, his mind filled with images of that beautiful crown-wearing woman from his memories who must actually be Destiney. Oh, his Destiney! He wondered if anyone was going to alert her about his strife. He figured he must be a pretty important chap, if he was the beloved of a princess. She must be worried sick about him! So many people must be worried sick about him, poor wounded Kel-cee! In the night, a woman, Ilsa, who informed him that she was an innkeeper and this was her inn (mystery solved!), brought him something to drink, and Kel-cee slurped it down greedily. She then eyed him, as if to ask for payment, but Kel-cee assured her his ‘people’ would be compensating her handsomely come the morn (he surely had people—after all, he was the beloved of a princess!). Kel-cee was awoken slightly after dawn by the sound of a terrible racket out on the street. He woozily sat up and glanced out the window beside the mouldy hay bed. The area around the inn was oozing with people, all bedecked in dark clothes; some were drinking, some were singing, and all seemed very celebratory. The hell? As Kel-cee pondered the nature of the festivities outside, the door to the chamber whooshed open; he turned to find the dark-haired girl who was Elin-not-Destiney, who proceeded to explain to him that everyone was out on account of King Starmey’s funeral. King Starmey. “I-is that was Destiney’s father?” he bleated, and when she answered in affirmative, Kel-cee gasped. The love of his life’s father was dead, and he was missing the funeral! Cue a twenty minute long session of him sobbing into his sleeve as Elin rolled her eyes and tried to talk some sense into him; it was only after this marathon session of hysterics that Kel-cee realized that there was still time to go comfort his sweet! He stood up so sharply that he nearly fell right back over. “I need to go the cathedral!” he shrieked, staggering towards the doorway. At first Elin tried to stop him, reminding him of his bouts of unconsciousness and general poor physical shape. But Kel-cee would not be talked down! No! This gorgeous princess was the only person he could remember, which meant she had to be a huge part of his life, which meant he had to be there for her! He smiled as he imagined swooping her into his arms and planting a luscious kiss on her lips, and running his fingers through her silky hair. She would be so sad because of her father’s death, yet so relieved that he was okay (she had probably been so worried when he hadn’t returned to the castle the night before—Kel-cee figured if she was his beloved, he had to live in the castle, right?). Finally, Elin seemed to come to understand the fact that Kel-cee would not relent, and grudgingly agreed to accompany him. But they hadn’t made it ten feet out of the inn (at which point Kel-cee hazily remembered that none of his people had paid Ilsa; oh well, he could come back later) before the pulsing crowd closed in around he and Elin… and they were separated. Kel-cee called out for her only briefly before deciding that he had better use his time pushing through the mass of people so as to make it to the church prior to the end of the services. He could find Elin later… perhaps when he told her to pay Ilsa! He made it to the cathedral just as the procession to the cemetery began. He violently shouldered his way towards the front of the pack of peasants and began to shriek Destiney’s name at the top of his lungs; but his voice was swallowed by the clamor of the crowd. He frantically surveyed the nobles who trailed behind the casket, searching for that familiar head, that shiny brass crown. “DESTINEEEEY! DESTINEEEY!” But he could not see her. His heart ached; tears pricked at his eyes. Oh, his beloved was so close and yet so far! He—he—if only he could break through the peasant crowd and into the noble one. He continued on shouldering, and shoving, and apologizing to angry peasants when he accidentally spilled the ale tankards they clutched—but mostly he screamed for Destiney. … and then. Then. He saw her, and his heart leapt into his throat. Not Destiney. Not even close to Destiney. But… but… Oh! She was the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen. Like a marble sculpture crafted by Lord Woo himself—except much fleshier—and… and… prettier! His jaw dropped as he studied her. Her yellow hair and creamy skin and luxurious outfit, and the phoenix pendant around her neck. She was his everything; in that moment, she became his moon and stars and world and life. He gasped and pushed even harder, so close to her— so close!—and his fingers stretched outward, and he could nearly touched her and then— A hand clamped around his wrist. Someone yanked him backward, so that he almost fell. He screeched as the crowd around his continued oozing on, and the gorgeous girl grew farther. He flailed and screamed, which only caused the assailant to grab harder. “KELCEY!” snarled a voice, so sharply that he momentarily ceased his agonized shrieking. He looked down, and found a freckle-faced teenager staring back at him. Blonde, though unlike his new beloved, it was a dirty blonde, not pure as… as… honey and corn and lemons! “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? YOU'VE RUINED EVERYTHING!” he sobbed to her. “Have you gone mad?” asked the girl, and then, spying the welt upon his head, her eyes went wide. “Oh Woo, what happened to you?” “I—I— who are you?” he sniveled as the noble girl drifted even further from him. “Um—Briar?” she said, brow furrowed. “Your sister?” Ah. Another one of the sisters. He thought back to Laurie from yesterday, who was also-not-Destiney. He wondered briefly how many sisters he had, before sputtering to this one: “I will talk to you later, sister. For now, I must go see my beloved!” She rolled her eyes. “They’re not going to let you near Destiney, Kelc.” “Why would I want to be near Destiney?” he asked. “I—I am in love with… with…” He paused as he realized that he didn’t even know her name. And then he screamed again, a visceral, raw scream. He didn’t even know her name! And yet he was lost in her spell, and his heart was full and love, and—and--- and— With a sudden surge of strength, he wrested out of Briar’s grip. “I will speak with you later,” he informed her gravely. “For now, I must find my sweet!” And then he began once more shouldering through the crowd. In the morning, Kelcey cajoles Elin ( Gelquie) to take him to the funeral, but they quickly become separated. He then spies up ahead THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL EVER: PFA! But before he can meet her, his sister, Briar, grabs onto him and asks him where he's been. He sobs to her that she's ruined everything, before pulling away from her to seek out his new beloved!
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Post by Draco on Jun 14, 2014 4:43:43 GMT -5
Davorin didn't care all that much about the funeral. He liked the king, even met him once, got hired to deal with a traitor, paid well. But those who were dead, were dead. What he needed to worry about was the next monarch. Depending what happened in the near future he may need to go into hiding for a while. So for now he needed to keep a eye on the nobles in the town. And at the moment, they were all at the funeral, in the church, which was guarded. And where was Davorin? He sat crouched in a dark corner of high window looking into the church. He kept his hood up to help remain hidden, and watched the people inside. When it looked like the funeral was coming to a end he decided now was a good time to make his escape. Quickly he climbed down from his hiding spot, avoiding the gaze of a guard or two. He was almost out of the area when he turned a corner, right into a guard. "Stop! What are you doi-ack!" Davorin lowered his arm after punching the man in the throat, and quickly puts the guard into a choke hold until he passed out. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a flask, pouring some of the liquid in the guard's mouth, and leaving the rest in the guard's hand. "No one will believe him now." He darts off quickly as several guards turn the corner to find their friend on the ground. Angrily one kicks him awake. Davorin can slightly overhear them arguing as he ducks into a alley, lowering his hood now. He moves a crate in the alley to the side revealing a basket of flowers. Picking it up he joins the crowd of people following the funeral, selling the flowers to mourners. Davorin spis on the nobles during the funeral from a window.
Sneaking off before the end he knocks out a guard and plants booze on him.
He retrieves a basket of flowers from a alley and follows the procession to sell them.
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Post by Gelquie on Jun 14, 2014 5:05:08 GMT -5
After wrapping up some of the morning chores at their little house, Elin and Clare strode out onto the streets of Medieval. Both of them were wearing some of their best garments this time. That is, they were wearing something that was actually clean (well, clean er), and thus were a bit more presentable than usual. Although it was nice to wear clean clothes once in a while, it was something that neither of them were used to. Elin had spent much of the previous day either stopping by the inn to check on Kelcey and checking in with her aunt to help make and partake in dinner and tell her the story of what happened at the inn. Though Elin afterwards tried to go back and forth between the shop and the inn, Elin eventually grew tired of it, and once she was convinced that Kelcey would sleep the rest of the night, she excused herself and figured that Ilsa would help until she came back in the morning. It was halfway to the cathedral that she remembered... She should probably check on Kelcey again, just in case he had woken up. Ilsa was almost certainly part of the procession too, and thus wouldn't be able to inform him. And if he tried to go anywhere while no one was watching... She figured that was more important than getting to the front of the procession right away, especially when they had plenty of time to wait for the service to finish. So Elin ended up excusing herself from her aunt ("Fine, more wine for me!" Aunt Clare had declared) and heading back to the inn. Kelcey was already awake and on his feet by the time Elin made it to his room in the inn. She then proceeded to listen to him cry some more; apparently his sights had indeed shifted back to Destiney. If it was who he thought she was. And then after the hysterics, Kelcey decided he had to go to the funeral. Elin did not think this was a good idea. Not only did Kelcey not appear to be in any shape to go out, things like this were notorious for being... well, pushy. Normally, they could handle that, but with Kelcey like this? "Kelcey, I really don't think this is a good idea," she had tried to explain to him. But as always, there was just no convincing Kelcey Kidde. If nothing else, he would probably sneak out as soon as Elin tried to leave. So she decided to go along with it, but only if she could come with him. Perhaps they could find his sisters to look after him so that Elin didn't have to be with him all the time. Well, that was the plan. But plans and the reality of hard-pressing and bustling crowds often do not mix well. By the time they had left the inn, the service was over, and now most of the peasants were trying to get to the front. She tried to stick near Kelcey, but she found herself getting jostled by the crowd. She tried to push back as well as they could, but with the bustling of the crowd and Kelcey's condition... It was a lost cause. By the time Elin had gotten her bearings, Kelcey was nowhere in sight. Oh no. Oh no."Kelcey?!" Elin called. "KELCEY! I'm over here!" But the din of the crowd was too great. That, or Kelcey had ignored her. This was not good... She thought she could vaguely hear a call for Destiney... That might be Kelcey, Elin figured. So she began pushing her way through the crowd herself. At least he was also heading towards the front. And maybe someone will recognize him. But still... With Kelcey in the state he was in, Elin wasn't quite yet comfortable letting him out of her sight. She spent quite some time making her way through the crowd, but the clamor was just too great. She couldn't see Kelcey anywhere. Her searching became more desperate... And then she ended up bumping over someone and falling towards the ground. "Sorry!" Elin said hurriedly as she tried to pick herself back up as quickly as possible to avoid being trampled. "I'm just trying to find my friend, Kelcey!" Elin, dressed in "nicer" clothes, breaks from the procession outside the service to go check on Kelcey. Elin tries to dissuade Kelcey from going to the funeral, but realizes that if she refused to take him, he'd probably sneak out anyway and cause more trouble. And then of course, they get separated. Elin tries to work her way through the crowd to find him, but is unsuccessful. She then bumps into someone and manages to fall. She then tries to get up to avoid being trampled while explaining to the person she bumped into what her rush is.
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Post by Kozma on Jun 14, 2014 9:41:18 GMT -5
Ignotus never cared for wine or any other type of alcohol. In his mind it was a foul drink that muddled the mind and dulled the senses. Yet, despite his hatred for the liquid he was fascinated by it - it had the ability to turn intelligent, grown men into immature fools and it could be produced naturally by fermentation. How could this chemical be so accessible and common and yet be so potent and powerful? The whole thing was an enigma to Ignotus and it was something he was determined to solve. Though he was not invited to the funeral, being merely a peasant, Ignotus was there to watch the procession to the cemetery. There is saw one of the nobles, a Stallion by the name of Garrick, riding on King Starmey's coffin, swaying his legs and head rhythmically. Ignotus figured that this fellow may have had way too much wine but yet for some reason he did not seem to be drunk at all. After careful observation, Ignotus determined that this noble was not drunk at all, he was just behaving very badly. As Garrick jumped into the crowd of peasants and disappeared among them, Ignotus decided that he would need to learn more about this child-minded individual. "Perhaps he will be very useful," he said to himself. Ignotus hated wine and alcohol because of it's effects on people and their minds. When he sees Jayeee riding on the coffin he first thinks that the noble is drunk only to find how he's not after careful observation. Ignotus decides to try to track down this noble for reasons known only to him. BTW; as Ignotus is in the crowd, he could run into anybody who's around.
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Post by Elcie on Jun 14, 2014 10:18:43 GMT -5
Ilsa had been in a foul mood that morning, and Xavier was hoping the funeral (and associated handouts) would improve it. She'd had her best furniture broken, lost her noble guests, and someone had told her that the woman who'd punched Kelcey had gone off and had drinks at Apollo's Lyre that night. She was seething. By the time she'd stormed off, Xavier was pitying anyone who wound up getting in her way. He knew she wouldn't have minded if he'd gone, but he very much preferred to stay put. It wasn't exactly that he felt vulnerable in a crowd. He was actually quite good at melting away into them, becoming as invisible as one could without the use of magic. But then, the problem with being (metaphorically) invisible in such a crush of people was that you became regrettably vulnerable to being trodden on. Xavier did not feel like dealing with this. He wasn't expecting anyone to come in while the festivities were still going on, which was why he was so surprised to find that someone was still here. It was that newcomer who'd come in last night - Tony Rayne. The metal thing, he'd heard, belonged to him. He was rather suspicious of him - but as strange as the man's accent was, it was not Courdonian. That was something. Perhaps this was a chance to gather information. But trying to fulfill his requests was a challenge all of its own, and drove the thought of information-gathering straight out of his head. "Well, we have breakfast," Xavier said doubtfully, wondering if he should mention the time of day or ask what land masses had to do with it. Perhaps wherever he came from, it was the custom to eat breakfast after lunch. “...eh, hmm, guess I'll have a Bloody Mary too.”Xavier had no idea what to do with that. It was an odd way to ask after someone, but maybe that was a foreign custom too. He'd had the names of most of the guests last night and there was no one called Mary - besides, Bloody Mary sounded like a particularly fierce and warlike person he was sure he would have remembered. He thought very hard about this as he went back to the kitchen and retrieved some bread and cheese for the lone remaining guest. "Here you are, sir," he said, bringing it out with his usual respectful and deferential air. "But I'm afraid you must be looking in the wrong place for Bloody Mary." Wait a minute. "But you could try asking at Apollo's Lyre." Ilsa would kill him for saying that, if she found out, but the most warlike person he could think of was that woman who'd knocked out Kelcey last night, and since that was apparently where she'd gone... Her name could very well be Bloody Mary, he thought. Since Ilsa's gone to the funeral, Xavier is left to serve guests. Only Tony ( Thundy) is still around, and he tries to figure out what the heck he wants. He's pretty sure that a Bloody Mary must be the name of a fierce woman, and since the only one he can think of is Zylaa, he suggests that Tony go ask around at the Apollo's Lyre pub owned by Aurum Spindle ( Stal).
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Post by Terra on Jun 14, 2014 10:47:54 GMT -5
Friar Francis wasn’t sure whether to be more horrified at the behavior of the peasants or the nobles. The tradition of presenting wine to the peasants had once been a sacred ritual to perform charity according to the dictates of the Lord Woo, but over time it had been twisted into, on the peasants’ end, an excuse to engage in debauchery, and on the nobles’ end, an excuse to maintain a lifestyle of decadence while engaging in token acts of symbolic charity meant more to show off their benevolence than to truly benefit the peasants. The friar was disgusted that the funeral service was being distorted in such a way. His horror only increased when he saw Garrick of House Stallion leap onto the coffin and begin singing. Singing! And not even singing a dignified, respectful hymn to honor Lord Woo—he was singing one of those immoral popular songs! And—even worse— dancing!As Garrick leapt into the crowd, Friar Francis stood, walked toward the crowd, and shouted, “HOW DARE YOU? You should be ashamed of yourself! Dancing and singing at a funeral—how blatantly disrespectful of the Lord Woo! You think that just because you’re a noble, you’re above maintaining decent, moral behavior? If you’re going to act like this, you had better leave instead of corrupting this service with your shamelessness!” He looked around at the crowd of peasants and added, “And you—none of you had better join in on this devilishness! I know what happens at these kinds of funerals, and I hope that none of you indulge too heavily in intoxicating substances and engage in immoral acts. I want to see all of you honor the Lord Woo with your actions and maintain respect for the dead!” Friar Francis is angry about both Jayeee’s actions (dancing! singing! IMMORALITY!) and the corruption of the wine-giving tradition into an excuse for debauchery. He scolds both Jayeee and the crowd of peasants for these reasons and tells them to be more respectful of Lord Woo.
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Post by Shinko on Jun 14, 2014 11:32:53 GMT -5
Morgaine knew better then to try and chastise the young nobleman who'd leaped up on the casket- after all she was a peasant, and more then likely his powerful family would have her clapped in irons for doing any such thing. But fortuneately his shameless nonsense was finally called out by a nobleman wearing the habit of a monk or friar. Probably a friar, since a monk would have been cloistered away in a monastery. Then he rounded on the crowd, and began to lecture them about their "drunken debauchery." With both herself and Rosalie near the front of the crowd, they'd of course been offered a goblet of wine each. Morgaine had accepted, no reason not to. After all, it wasn't every day one got free, high quality wine. Though she only sipped from the goblet, and kept diluting the alcohol with a small packet of ship's biscuit that she'd stowed under her sash before they left the shop. She was still getting a bit lightheaded, but at least she wasn't falling over like some of the others. Morgaine was sorely tempted to lift her goblet to the friar in a mocking toast and shout "here, here" but that probably would have gotten her arrested. Before she had the chance to turn to Rosalie and comment on the friar's over-zealousness, she was rudely shouldered aside by a boy with curly blonde hair. In her surprise she accidentally let go of the wine goblet, and the blood red drink spilled all over the young man's hair and clothing. "What do you mean by this, boy?" she demanded of him crossly, pinching his ear to hold him back. "You want a front row seat, you show up early. Elbowing through the crowd like this is just going to get you cuffed by one of the guardsman. Now how about an apology, hm?" Morgaine, drink in hand, listens with no shortage of amusement while Terra yells at Jayeee then at everyone else. Before she can decide how to react to the situation, she is rudely shoved aside by Avery as he shoulders through the crowd. She is so startled she accidentally spills her wine all over him, then grabs him by the ear and delivers a lecture about his rude behavior. Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) is probably standing nearby.
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Post by PFA on Jun 14, 2014 12:51:03 GMT -5
It had been bothering him during the funeral procession, but now it was just plain impossible to ignore. One of the nobles from House Stallion—was that the man who was supposed to be competing with him for Princess Destiney's hand? Lord Joffery could only scoff at the thought—was acting completely out of line, dancing in the cathedral, fraternizing with every woman in the building, and riding the coffin while singing badly at Princess Destiney. Such a completely disrespectful display! And he wasn't even a good singer, either! He was completely unfit to be King of Kyth, Joffery decided. Glancing around at the crowd at large, he noticed he was not the only one appalled by the man's behavior, either. A smile ticked at the corner of Joffery's lips. This was his chance to really impress the people of Kyth. As Friar Francis started off on one of his tirades, Joffery slipped back into the crowd, seeking out someone who looked particularly angry. He soon found one of the mages, decked out in blue robes and a pointy hat, who was staring at the scene, eye twitching and veins bulging. Perfect. "Are you just as appalled by this man as I am?" Joffery asked him. "It's an outrage!" the mage replied in his barely contained fury. "Good. I could use some good backup voices." Joffery grinned. "I hope you're a decent singer, Sir... Calvin, was it?" At this point, the mage nearly burst a blood vessel. "That's Sir MAGERAGE to you!" "Right. Sorry." Joffery cleared his throat. Sir Magerage was an odd fellow. While most of those adopted into House Jade adopted the name of Jade, Magerage insisted on keeping his own family name. Admittedly, it was an apt name—the man was always raving about something, be it one of his spells going awry, his "idiotic brother," or... just about anything, really. That aside, he should make the perfect backup singer for this next song. "Now then," Joffery continued, "I need to create a good segue here..." He waited for Friar Francis to finish his speech before cutting in—he hadn't really been listening to it, but Joffery assumed that what he had to say next would fit right in. He pointed accusingly at the rowdy Stallion noble, raising his voice for all to hear. "You should be ashamed of yourself!" he cried. "Do you think such a disrespectful display would truly impress the Princess? I think not! In fact, I'd go so far as to say you're a menace! " Your dancing shows no charm, but a total lack of piety! Have you no respect? Why, you're a menace to society! The King's death is a solemn time, to be faced with some sobriety, But your behavior here today displays your total impropriety!" He's a menace!" "Complete insolence!" shouted Sir Magerage from the back. Joffery grinned. " A disgrace!" "Completely shameful!" " Oh, what I'd give to wipe that cocky smile off your face! Oh, what a sin!" "You should be sorry!" " You'll never win!" " FEEL MY RAGE!" " For who would take a madman when they can have a wizard's kin?" Joffery flashed a smile toward Princess Destiney. " Surely it's up for our fair Princess to decide, But I think she'd prefer a man who'd be there by her side." --- Jeniver, meanwhile, just watched this whole display, not entirely sure what to make of it. Her father had had some... colorful words to say about that Stallion noble when he attempted to fraternize with his wife, and now after a bout of dancing and riding coffins, he was getting chewed out by some of her fellow Jades. (Joffery was singing, but she supposed that was his way of chewing someone out.) She chose to just stay quiet for now, backing away slightly from the spectacle going on before her. This wasn't exactly what she was hoping for when she hoped for something more exciting. Speaking of which, she couldn't help but get the feeling someone was following her. She periodically cast suspicious glances over her shoulder, trying to figure out who might be following her, and for what reason. But it was hard to see or hear anyone in specific through the crowd of smelly peasants. Jeniver frowned. This was going to be a long day. Joffery decides to follow up Terra's ranting with an accusatory song directed at Jayeee, accompanied by Sir Calvin Magerage Jade (Steve Magerage's brother). Jeniver, meanwhile, just stays silent, awkwardly watching the chaos unfold and getting the feeling that someone's following her. (It's Avery)
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Post by Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) on Jun 14, 2014 13:03:16 GMT -5
Rosie politely refused any wine offered to her. First off, it tasted AWFUL, and second it was against everything she stood for (she wasn't sure what exactly she stood for but she was sure wine was against it). Getting drunk would be horrible. Who knows what she would say or do. She didn't want people to think she was like that all the time, she had to make sure everyone knew how she really was, a lovely young maiden who made lovely keys, not a crazy person who slurred her words and did ridiculous things. Rosalie took comfort in the hand on her shoulder. Morgaine might be old and mean but she was also kind, sometimes, and warm and safe. It wasn't so bad being here with Morgaine. If she had to choose anyone in the world to come with she would choose her partner. A battle of song and dance was breaking out and Rosie began to giggle. Funerals didn't have to be sad, they could be happy! Like that! Dancing and singing and celebrating! Rosie smiled happily, and even clapped a little. Funerals shouldn't be sad, and things like this should happen. Not things like getting murdered in a coat closet, but really, when would that ever happen? Ridiculous thought Rosie you are losing it. Then Morgaine spilled her drink over some poor boy and started scolding him. Rosie was sure used to the scolding. But she decided to let Morgaine handle that herself. Mostly because she didn't want to get caught in the crossfire, she had quite enough lectures for today thank you. Rosalie declines any wine offered and claps for Joffery ( PFA). She lets Shinko scold Avery because she does not want to get scolded herself.
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Post by Coaster on Jun 14, 2014 14:33:02 GMT -5
((Collab'd between Omni, Draco, and Coaster)) Meanwhile, at the outskirts of the crowd, a slender, heavily clothed character followed the procession, surveying the group as he went. He periodically adjusted his broad-brimmed Tyrolean hat and carefully tipped it off, exposing his shaggy, carmine locks, whenever the crowd deemed necessary to do so in an off moment of respect--mostly when the High Priest of 'Woo passed by. As expected, the nobles filtering out of the cathedral stayed relatively close-knit while some of the more eager commoners attempted to push their way through; in fact, one of them, a curly-haired blonde boy, had already nearly toppled Ancel and several nearby in his excitement. After recovering, he once again covered his mouth with his scarf and attempted to keep from permanently sweat-staining his black longcoat as he scanned for unusual beings. Indeed, this was the quandary of Ancel Gulbrand (second son of Bernard Gulbrand, nine months after his brother Gunder Gulbrand), slayer extraordinaire, with four and a half dragons, six vampires, thirteen almost-werewolves, and at least forty-nine probable witches notched onto his crossbow, with countless others lost as his previous crossbow was devoured in a careless encounter with the other half a dragon. All manner of demons or heathens fortunate enough to cross him were likely to early meet the judgement of the 'Pit under his blade or crossbow sooner than later, or else to undergo a fair trial (dunking, stake-burning, sheep-licking, the works) in order to prove their guilt. However, as the day and the crowd pressed on him, the unsung hero was beginning to lose his patience, as the heat might have been a foe proved too powerful to slay. "Warm morning for a funeral, isn't it?" Ancel asked a rather tall, hirsute fellow as he stepped into the latter's shade. Orrin turned to the newcomer, raising an eyebrow. "Kinda expected in summer," he replied. "Kinda hard to schedule around weather," remarked Orrin's mother. Orrin paused, looking at the stranger. "Isn't that coat hot in this weather?" "...Yes. I suppose I must have overpacked." A slight grin from under Ancel's scarf reached his eyes. "Then again, I'm used to much colder mornings." Orrin's mother gave him a smirk. "I know the feelin'. The dwarven homelands are a lot colder." Ancel nodded at the both of them, then continued: "What brings you to these parts, then?" "Came here from Kine for the funeral," Orrin replied. Third time he'd answered that question; he wondered if he'd be saying it a lot. "Yes, I suppose that's why everyone's here, isn't it?" Ancel made a sweeping gesture towards the crowd. "I don't suppose you'd know much about what happened, would you?" "Eh, not an awful lot," Orrin said, shaking his head. "About what I heard is that the king got ill and died from it." "Seems awfully convenient, doesn't it?" Ancel responded, raising an eyebrow in return. "I should think a king would die at war, or from old age, if he was lucky." Unless this kingdom isn't as idyllic as it seems.The dwarven woman shrugged. "Eh, ya never know what the world is gonna throw at ya." "All the reason to do what you can now. Pleasure to meet you both," Ancel finished, waving as he turned and began to step away. "Same to ya," the dwarf said, waving back as Orrin nodded and also waved. ...Was that heatstroke?He rubbed his eyes as he came back into the direct sunlight. No, that fellow definitely had four arms. All hairy, and rather thick, at that. He shoved the matter to the back of his mind as he remembered his task. So far, everything--well, everything he could deal with at the moment--seemed under control, though he had a suspicion of unsavoury business going on in the king's upper courts, and he would need... the appropriate supplies for its termination. Not long afterward, Ancel spotted a flower seller--potentially one he might be interested in, if his sources were correct. He drew near, eyeing the basket of flowers in the man's arms. "These for the graveside ceremony?" Davorin nodded his head, his hair covering his eyes. "You can say that. Funerals are a bad thing, but it helps the flower sells." Ancel shook his head and chuckled slightly. "Well, I suppose it's as good a time as any to make business, and why let death get in the way?" He tried to ignore the scene that formed around the Stallion noble irreverently flaunting himself before the crowd, but was thankful for the distraction all the same. "Although, at this time of year..."--he glanced back to the side--"It must take a lot of work to keep the weeds out. The hemlock especially, if you water too much." Davorin also eyed Garrick for a moment. "I'm pretty good with the garden, and what I can't grow, I find outside of town." He thought a moment over the weeds. "Yes... They can be a bother at times, but the flowers are pretty. I usually see it out of town more than inside." Ancel nodded in turn while scratching his chin. "And it has its own uses as well. Don't suppose you have any I could take off your hands?" Removing his hat, he offered the small sack of jewels concealed inside. Davorin narrowed his eyes, hidden beneath his hair. "I'm sorry, but I don't usually carry any on me. Guards tend to not like it so much..." He nodded down to his basket. "I tend to just carry the ones people normally want." Ancel snapped his fingers and grinned again. "Fair enough; it's hard to find it in town." He fished in his pocket and added another, larger sack to the hat. Davorin eyed the sack. "Might I ask why you might be needing some? It's not asked for very often, usually by those who only know of it by sight alone." Ancel considered, for a moment, how best to respond. "You caught me. I dabble a bit in medicine, and I've got a stubborn goat that needs to be tranquilized when I shave it. Kinda crazy, but I'd like to keep my teeth, if you know what I mean." Completing the show, he grinned wider, enough to show his teeth. "Hmm, fair enough..." Davorin eyed his facial expression inscrutably. "I would like to help, but I don't have any on me. If you need some help with goats, there's a goat farmer in the area." Ancel's grin fell slightly at this turn of the conversation. "Ah, I guess not, especially at a time like this." He returned his hat to his head, both sacks still inside, then looked over the crowd again, and a few seconds later, continued: "What do you think of that one over there?" Davorin followed Ancel's gaze. "Just to be clear, who are you asking about?" Ancel rolled his eyes and slanted his head in Orrin's direction. "The one a few heads taller than everyone else, perhaps?" "Ah, I don't know much about that one. Seems okay with people, but never spoke to him." "Right. He seems... friendly." Ancel put his hand across his throat. "We exchanged a few words, briefly." "Wouldn't want to tangle with him. It probably wouldn't end well." Ancel hastily returned his hand to his side. "What? Oh, I suppose not, but that doesn't seem like it will be an issue." He paused. "Anyways, I shouldn't hold up your business any longer. Pleasure to meet you." Davorin combed back his hair to look Ancel in the eyes. "Sure thing. Just be careful about asking about some... Items, from random people. Some people might not be so calm about it." He ruffled his hair a little, covering his eyes again. "Good to meet you as well," he concluded, grinning lightly. Ancel waved in goodbye and continued with the crowd towards the burial site. Ancel Gulbrand, accomplished slayer, follows the procession, complains about the heat, talks to Orrin ( Omni), then attempts to buy some (poison) hemlock from Davorin ( Draco), but gets turned down and moves on.
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Post by Jayeee on Jun 14, 2014 15:41:26 GMT -5
“HOW DARE YOU? You should be ashamed of yourself! Dancing and singing at a funeral—how blatantly disrespectful of the Lord Woo! You think that just because you’re a noble, you’re above maintaining decent, moral behavior? If you’re going to act like this, you had better leave instead of corrupting this service with your shamelessness!” King Garrick raised his hand in order to slap the insolent peasant who had deemed it necessary to talk to him out of turn, but broke into a dance when he saw that it was no peasant at all. Judging from the colours, he hailed from House Jade. What a pity for him. He was always sympathetic towards the nobles not breed into House Stallion. It must have really bothered them to arrive in the world only to find that they were allied with an inferior house. “I knew King Starmey personally – did you?” Without waiting for an answer, the new King skipped around the lesser housed individual. “No, of course you didn't. House Stallion was so well acquainted with him. I almost considered him a second papa. But you other houses barely gave him a second glance. You have some nerve even showing up at all. THAT'S THE REAL DISRESPECT HERE! Princess, I can only apo-” King Garrick was cut off by singing. That same singing by the House Jade lout from the funeral. As if those songs weren't enough, he felt the need to continue. He almost felt the need to grab a sword and hack the ears off of nearby peasants – as a mercy for them, of course. He was always thinking of his subjects. He whirled around on the spot, staring at the singer directly – albeit from some distance. He couldn't resist the urge to dance along, even if the ridiculous man was barely holding a melody together. And the lyrics? King Garrick chuckled. He chuckled until that grew into a flat out laugh. Was this his competition? How delightful to have such an easy win. The Princess was certain to pick House Stallion. She would know as well as anyone that if you tried to touch that ugly fire bird, you only got burned. He clapped his hands heartily at the end of the show, still dancing amongst the crowd. “Oh, what a performance. I am completely unimpressed!! It almost seemed spontaneous, - quite the show, you really are one heck of a clown,” he called out with joy. “But just remember one thing...” King Garrick trailed off, only to click his fingers five times. The servants around him bent over in a line, all at increasing heights – acting as stairs. He stepped onto the first one. “Stallion knows best, Take it from your betters, On your own, you cannot rule.”He danced along the peasants, higher up above the crowd with arms stretched wide. “Sloppy, under-dressed, Immature, ugly, Please, I’ll eat you up with gruel.”King Garrick spun around on the spot, his cape billowing around him. “But Stallion understands, Stallion's here to defeat you. All I have is one request...”For the second time that day, he pounced into the crowd and skipped over to House Jade Prince-ling. King Garrick grabbed the boy's chin and leaned close. “You simply must tell me what you use in your hair, because it looks divine!” The disciplined King Garrick reprimands Terra for not spending more time with the late King Starmey, whom he was totally well acquainted with. His glorious speech is cut off by the House Jade suitor ( PFA). He dances along and struts his stuff, after which he provides his own verbal beat-down through a wondrous and completely original song, ending by asking to know how his competitor treats his exquisite hair.
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Post by Kristykimmy on Jun 14, 2014 16:36:32 GMT -5
Lucinda smiled pleasantly as the woman Kirin had been knocked into spoke. “It’s… it’s no problem. I’m— Corinne,” she said haltingly. “Perhaps we could walk to the burial together?”Lucinda took note of her dress, which was decidedly finer than her bearing and speech. She did not seem to be a noble, but then, she might be of a noble house, born low and adopted into it as Kirin had been. Though, Kirin certainly held himself with far more grace than this woman. Of course, he was also athletic, so that might have something to do with it. “Oh, of course. You must tell me of your House while we-” Lucinda was cut off by first someone screaming about how unholy Garrick's behavior was. She thought the man was taking it a little far. Garrick was being improper certainly, but unholy was rather strong a word for his antics. Someone took up singing in the crowd, mocking Garrick while paying suit to Destiney. Garrick replied in kind, singing right back in mocking of the first singer. Through a parting in the crowd, Lucinda could see her uncle grabbing the chin of a nobleman wearing the colors of House Jade. Lucinda's spirits sank lower than they were to begin with, and she too began to sing. “What to do, What to say, How these men get so carried away!” “What a scene, What a state, Surely both of them Destiney shall hate.” “Not that I, Would but dream, That I know what the future queen thinks.” “One thing more, A small doubt, There a treacherous people about! They need to stop, And reflect, Such a scene may not be correct!” She took Kirin's arm and offered her other to Corinne. “We should move along with the procession and leave Uncle Garrick to do what he will. I don't think Grandfather would approve of us getting involved in the scene over there.” Lucinda wonders about Corinne ( Ginz ❤), thinking that since she doesn't have a noble demeanor she must be an adopted member of some house. She invites her to walk with them and asks about her background, only to be interrupted by Friar Jade ( Terra) shouting about Garrick's ( Jayeee) conduct. She watches the scene between Joffery ( PFA) and Garrick, and begins to sing a lamenting song about their conduct. She then suggests to Kirin ( Killix) that they move along and not get involved.
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