Keys to the Kingdom RP

[Elcie]

Because I'm weird like that. Anyway, since nobody is interested on the Neoboards, I thought I would try and start one here.

I have a bit of a plot in mind, but suggestions are welcome...

Monday's Dusk is taken. >> That is, the Dusk that became Noon, who I'll call Dusk anyway.

[Fj0rd]

Confusion. T_T Can't we just give them all names?
And I'll be... um... Wednesday's Dawn. Yeah. *nods*

[Elcie]

So, um. Plot? I was thinking one based on the fanfic I'm writing... summary is:

While waiting for Arthur to return and claim the Fourth Key, things are far from dull in the House. Some unknown Denizen with the proper authority has been supervising the creation of Nithlings, Dusk suddenly finds himself the target of several assassination attempts, and Suzy has reason to believe that someone is going to try and steal the First Key. Basically, it'll be a miracle if they keep everything intact...

As I said, suggestions welcome. *shrug*

[Fj0rd]

elycien said:

So, um. Plot? I was thinking one based on the fanfic I'm writing... summary is:

While waiting for Arthur to return and claim the Fourth Key, things are far from dull in the House. Some unknown Denizen with the proper authority has been supervising the creation of Nithlings, Dusk suddenly finds himself the target of several assassination attempts, and Suzy has reason to believe that someone is going to try and steal the First Key. Basically, it'll be a miracle if they keep everything intact...

As I said, suggestions welcome. *shrug*

Sounds cool.
...Wednesday's Dawn has to have a bigger part, though. >__> Because I'm vain like that. ^_^;;

[Elcie]

fj0rd said:

elycien said:

So, um. Plot? I was thinking one based on the fanfic I'm writing... summary is:

While waiting for Arthur to return and claim the Fourth Key, things are far from dull in the House. Some unknown Denizen with the proper authority has been supervising the creation of Nithlings, Dusk suddenly finds himself the target of several assassination attempts, and Suzy has reason to believe that someone is going to try and steal the First Key. Basically, it'll be a miracle if they keep everything intact...

As I said, suggestions welcome. *shrug*

Sounds cool.
...Wednesday's Dawn has to have a bigger part, though. >__> Because I'm vain like that. ^_^;;

Yes, that's just the summary of the 'fic. A roleplay could go much differently. ^_^

Like the time I tried "roleplaying" the basic plot of Keys to the Kingdoms... with kids aged two to seven... who had no knowledge of the books whatsoever... in fact, most of them couldn't read.

Good times.

[Fj0rd]

elycien said:

fj0rd said:

Sounds cool.
...Wednesday's Dawn has to have a bigger part, though. >__> Because I'm vain like that. ^_^;;

Yes, that's just the summary of the 'fic. A roleplay could go much differently. ^_^

Like the time I tried "roleplaying" the basic plot of Keys to the Kingdoms... with kids aged two to seven... who had no knowledge of the books whatsoever... in fact, most of them couldn't read.

Good times.

...Sounds like fun. XD
You going to start, then? >.>
*will have to whip out her copy of Drowned Wednesday and reread the bits that describe Wednesday's Dawn*

[Elcie]

((Good thing I don't have as much writer's block this time around. ))

"Thank you, Noon, sir," said the Denizen gratefully, looking fearfully at the spot where the Nithing had stood moments before.

"Just remember send another order to Dame Primus for powdered silver," said Dusk, a bit distracted. After thousands of years as Monday's Dusk, it was still a bit of a shock to be called Noon. "I'll make sure it gets through this time."

There have been far too many attacks as of late, Dusk thought worriedly as he activated his wings. It's almost as if Nothing is leaking through from the Far Reaches, or... He trailed off again as he heard a commotion arise in the next street over. Sighing, he folded the wings again. "Excuse me," he muttered to the Denizen.

"Stay back!" someone was shouting. "It will not harm you!"

Although Dusk was a head taller than most of the Denizens, he still could barely see what was at the center of the agitated crowd. Muttering, he pushed his way through and then stopped abruptly. "What are you doing?" he shouted.

Another Nithling was standing, almost completely still, next to an utterly calm Denizen who appeared to be a House sorcerer. The Denizen actually laid his hand on the Nithling's back, smiling smugly. "As you see, completely harmless," he continued.

Without stopping to think, Dusk leaped forward and dispatched the creature with a couple swipes of his dark blade. He glared at the sorcerer. "What is going on? You should know that conjuring Nithlings is illegal."

"I have a permit," the sorcerer said smugly, unrolling a parchment.

Dusk stared at it incredulously. If it was signed by the proper authorities, it did indeed authorize this Denizen to produce Nithlings. The seal was blank, however, something quite odd; a perfect circle of black wax. Dusk laid his hand on it and flinched. Whoever or whatever had created this seal did indeed have the right power, but they clearly wanted to remain secret.

Fortunately, as Monday's Noon, he was able to override it. "I'm confiscating this," he said quickly, taking the parchment from the sorcerer's grasp. Without further ado, he spread his wings and headed to Monday's Dayroom. He'd thought that they had sorted out the Nithling problems of the Lower House, but apparently he'd been wrong...

((whoo, that was long, sorry. ^^; ))

[Fj0rd]

Wednesday's Dawn was getting fed up with the bureaucratic system of the Lower House.

"Monday's Noon, I said, I'd like to see Monday's Noon."

"Monday's Noon is out on business, madame, however if you would like to take a number, you will merely need to fill out these three forms in triplicate and sign here, here, and... here," the Denizen lounging behind the desk informed her lazily, its slender, inkspotted hand pointing out the places, "and Lord Arthur will see you as soon as he can."

He slid the papers across the desk to Dawn, whose grip tightened on the short, white whip that she held in one hand. After a moment, though, she let go of it and waved her hand at the quill pen the Denizen was scratching his partially-balding head with. It flew out of his hand, surprising a squawk out of him, and darted over to fill out the forms. She didn't even bother to take hold of the pen to sign her name, but shoved the papers back over the desk as soon as they were completed.

"And now," she hissed, "may I please see Monday's Noon?"

"Here's your number," the Denizen said, ripping a ticket off of a stack and pushing it across the desk. "Please wait here for Lord Arthur's attention."
Wednesday's Dawn glared at him with undisguised anger, and her hand went to the handle of her whip, but she merely snatched the ticket up and scanned it. "Number... fifty-five thousand, three hundred and sixty-two?" She glanced back up at the Denizen, then abruptly leapt over the desk, golden wings spreading out from her back as air rushed against them. Dawn landed lightly, paced around his chair; he struggled to sit upright and keep her in his vision. She let her whip trail gently across his cheek, across the top of his head, and down the other side.

"Do you know," she said frostily, "who I am?"

"Wednesday... Wednesday's Dawn," the Denizen managed to croak.
"Very good." She slid her hands along the whip, staring down at it thoughtfully. "And who are you?"

"I... I'm a Desk Clerk, 9853057428 in precedence, Lower House," the Denizen said miserably.

"Ah," Wednesday's Dawn sighed. "And now I am asking you: where is Monday's Noon?"

"I... I don't know, miss..." At the flash of her eyes, he added quickly, "Last I heard he was off on business, but if 'e's back now, he'd be going to the Dayroom... Monday's Dayroom..."

Dawn started to say something, thought better of it, nodded, and leapt easily again over the desk.

"And remember," she added coldly, turning back, "you never saw me."

"Right... right, miss..." the Denizen said, struggling upright again. "Never saw you."

Dawn gave him a frosty smile, then jumped into the air, her wings beating slowly and majestically on her back.

((Heh, mine was longer. *sticks out tongue* ...oh, and Dawn hasn't heard that Noon and Dusk switched yet, which is why she was asking for Noon, not Dusk. Yeah...))

[Elcie]

Dusk landed in the courtyard, deactivated his wings, and made his way to Dame Primus’ office. Without further ado, he walked straight up to her and shook out the parchment. “Look at this.”

“What's this, something else I need to – oh.” She trailed off abruptly as she read the notice aloud. “The bearer of this permit is hereby given full permission to work with Nothing. Such work includes but is not limited to the production of tools, weapons, and Nithlings. By order of…” Dame Primus’ worried tone dropped abruptly, and she handed the parchment back. “There’s no signature, Noon.” Dusk grimaced a little. Primus was one of the few executives who insisted on calling him Noon, as was formality. Most others still called him by his former name, Dusk. “I don’t see what the problem is. Someone decided to look a little official in their lawbreaking, and forged some documents. Luckily, they clearly weren’t a very accomplished sorcerer, even if they were working with Nothing.”

“No,” said Dusk patiently. “Look at this seal.”

“Noon, it’s blank…” Like Dusk, Primus started as her fingers brushed the cool wax drop. “Whose seal is this? There’s no mark, but…”

“It has all the proper powers behind it.” He looked worried. “I know it’s not one of the Morrow Days, or else I wouldn’t have been able to take it from that Denizen who was holding it. It may be someone’s Noon, perhaps Dawn or Dusk, but even then I would have a harder time destroying it.” To demonstrate his point, he touched the seal briefly. It melted away and vanished, leaving the parchment a useless scrap of paper.

“Very well,” said Dame Primus. “I shall put up a notice instructing everyone to be on their guard and report anyone who is caught conjuring Nithlings, no matter how authorized they are. Thank you for the report.”

Dusk bowed, hiding his annoyance. This obviously wasn't going to help. “You're welcome, ma'am.”

Just then, one of the clerks rushed in looking very flustered. “N-noon, sir, someone here to see you from the Border Sea. She was very insistent, sir.”

“I’ll go talk to her,” said Dusk with a sigh, edging out past the clerk and back into the courtyard.

[Fj0rd]

Dawn glared at the Denizens guarding the walkway to Monday's Dayroom, crossing her arms across her chest, but they ignored her glare and pointedly looked the other way. She let out a frustrated sigh, flicking the end of her whip against her upper arm and then letting it fall away again. The incompetence of the Lower House's Denizens irritated her, nearly as much as some of her lady Wednesday's own. Clerks, she thought, were never meant to become sailors.

But they had... and, well, now Lady Wednesday was gone. Not that Dawn could say she'd grieved for her Lady; Wednesday had been far, far gone even before Arthur had summoned her back to Nothing.

Even so, Lady Wednesday's disappearance, or death, or whatever one wished to term it, had a marked effect on Dawn. She now carried most of the weight of managing the Border Sea on her own shoulders; the Denizens that Lord Arthur had assigned to be Noon and Dusk did try, but they were inexperienced and fumbled things more often than not. And though Dawn would never admit it herself, she was a perfectionist.

She let her gaze drift back over to the Denizen guards, who fidgeted but remained firm.

"What is taking so long?" she said mildly, restraining her irritation.
One of them nodded at where a third Denizen had stood. "'E has to alert Noon of your presence, milady."

Dawn curled her lip up distastefully. "I am no Lady," she said icily, and turned away from them again. She supposed she'd have to wait here at the end of the bridge for Noon to come out, if the guard--who had looked a very clerkish sort of Denizen to her--did ever even find him.

She lifted her head at the thought of seeing Noon again, a small smile playing about her lips. The guards exchanged nervous glances, not sure how to handle this new development, but as Dawn remained relaxed, they calmed slowly.

Dawn lifted her hand, twirled her whip around idly, and inspected her appearance critically. Her green waistcoat-esque coat fit her form well, even unbuttoned; its tails flapped around her hips, and her wings sprang easily from the faintest of cuts in the back. Underneath the coat she wore a pure white shirt and a wide skirt of rich, deep red velvet. Her hair was as golden as her wings, and impeccably styled; not a wisp was out of place. Her boots were black, and obviously recently polished. Dawn could have almost seen her face in them.

Assured that her appearance was nothing less than stunning, Dawn paced a little and waited for Noon.

((I thought I should spare a bit of time on describing her appearance. So sue me. ^^))

Edit: ((Also: SQUEE. USA gets Sir Thursday before the UK does! >D Revenge is taken! *thwapped* Anywho, MARCH MARCH MARCH. *marks it on her calendar* Only... a month and... some. Yeah.))

[Elcie]

((Aiiii! I believe that all good things come in March... Sir Thursday comes out, AND Howl's Moving Castle. <333))

Still holding the parchment, Dusk walked past the guards, running one hand through his black hair distractedly. He looked up to see the visitor, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Wednesday's Dawn? What brings you here?"

He hadn't seen any of the Border Sea Denizens for years. He'd heard the news several thousand years back that Wednesday's Noon and Dusk had been eaten, but beyond that there had been almost no word. All he knew was that Wednesday was gone now and the Third Key safely in Arthur's hands.

His gaze fell on the parchment in his hand, and a horrible thought struck him. "I don't suppose these Nithling sorcerers are in the Border Sea, too?" he said softly.

[Fj0rd]

((It does? Eeee! Yay! =D))

Dawn regarded him with no less surprise than his own. "I... where is Noon?" she asked after a moment, regaining some of her previous composure. "And who are you?" Dawn added. A vague memory swam up, of meeting him once, but then he had been called Dusk...

His words registered then, and her eyes widened slightly. "Nithling sorcerers?" she queried, her mind flying at once to the Denizen Doctor Scamandros, who was now Dusk for the Border Sea. He had always seemed odd to her; a little something was off about him.

[Elcie]

"Noon? I'm... I am Dusk, now in the post of Monday's Noon." Suddenly it dawned on him. ((No pun intended.)) "Oh! You were looking for my brother, weren't you? Noon? He's now called Monday's Dusk. And..." His brow furrowed. "And I don't know where he is, actually. I haven't heard from him for several days now. Dawn's in the Far Reaches and Tierce is somewhere here..." Dusk shook his head briefly. "So you haven't come about the Nithling problem. That's good. As far as I know, the Lower House is the only place that's had problems with that."

He showed her the now-unsealed parchment. "When I found this, it was full authorization for conjuring Nithlings." And Dame Primus is as unhelpful as ever, he thought wryly.

[Fj0rd]

"Ah." Wednesday's Dawn nodded as she heard the news of Noon's (now Dusk's) whereabouts. She was somehow not surprised to hear that Arthur had disrupted things here; he'd done it in the Border Sea, and in Dawn's personal opinion, Arthur was one of the worst Heirs the Will could have chosen. The information that he had vanished was odd, but then, even in the Lower House there were probably places that one could vanish into for weeks upon end, if not longer, and never be found.

"Yes, I was indeed looking for your brother," she continued. "If Nithling sorcerers are what they sound like, I too am glad I did not come here on that business." Frowning a little, she took the parchment from Dusk and skimmed it. Her frown deepened as she read, and she glanced up from it. "It is not signed... but yet you said it had proper authorization?"

That in itself was a miracle in the House, she reflected. Very little had been gotten done these milennia--perhaps that Arthur boy is good for something after all, she caught herself thinking, and shook her head the slightest bit to rid her mind of those thoughts.

[Elcie]

Dusk nodded. "The seal was blank, but whoever made it had the proper authority to issue such a permit. It worries me. Although I confiscated this one, I'm afraid there are probably more still out in the Lower House. My suspicions are on one of the executives of the other Days, but I may be wrong." He shook his head. "Anyway, you must excuse me. I was on my way to the Far Reaches to investigate Grim Tuesday's Pit."