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Post by Pixie on Jun 11, 2014 20:35:03 GMT -5
Refraining from smiling was a difficult task for Frederick as Xavier continued to please. Without any sort of proof he knew his secret, Xavier began to reveal that he was hiding a brand on his shoulder. He admitted he always concealed where he came from. Now, he was baring his past to a total stranger and wasn’t even aware of his less-than-pure intentions. Xavier had taken the bait and was now putting his trust in Frederick. Maintaining the higher glamour was putting him on the verge of yawning, but he pushed onwards. The battle was almost won. Meanwhile, Xavier, was reacting in his terror, revealing that he had been a slave. The moment the word hit the elf, he stood up a little straighter. Xavier’s situation could have much weight if bargaining with him became needed. Frederick recalled that Courdonian nobles branded important slaves. So, this submissive inn worker he had selected to try as his mark was an escaped slave from there. It explained the magnitude of his reaction from before. He couldn’t let Xavier become suspicious of him at that point in recruitment, so he chose he last words very carefully. His expression became almost grim. “I am not certain who may know.” Frederick claimed authoritatively, “That is why you must listen out.” -----
Everything was a myopic blur to Ilaria as she darted onto the scene. She tracked the sound of hollering from person and animal alike, and found that a very large group of people had gathered around a splatter of produce tones. In the center of it, she could see, was a shiny metallic swatch that kind of looked like a cage. It was some very unusual work of magic. Ilaria could not discern what else was going on inside the circle. Even as the crowd began to disperse, the voices overrode each other in strange beats. She heard only Kaldora’s voice as her friend announced she had to chase down her cat again. Something had definitely happened where the crowd stood, but Ilaria couldn’t puzzle out exactly what. One voice stood out from the rest: a masculine scream. Had she found a man in distress? She traced the lines of the crowd and found a man off to the side, clutching his eye. A young woman stood by him, scolding him. The both of them seemed faintly familiar to Ilaria from her occasional trips to the marketplace with her guild. However, she couldn’t match a name or personality to the vague faces she saw. "I--but--you threw it at me!" The man exclaimed defensively "You've damaged my key!" the woman huffed, "That is going to cost you extra y'know."She must have been attacking him, Ilaria decided, and was threatening to hurt him worse at that very moment. Her arrival had been just in the nick of time. She drew her sword from her sheath but kept the tip pointed to the ground as she sidestepped in front of Aldrich and gave an ultimatum. “Don’t you dare hurt him! I’m protecting him now!” Frederick learns that Elcie is an escaped slave. He is glad of his choice of victim. Ilaria hears Lizica shouting and comes to his defense when she thinks Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) is attacking him.
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Post by Lizica on Jun 11, 2014 21:48:09 GMT -5
Having been slightly distracted by the key assailant, Aldrich had been more than a little surprised when the young noblewoman in the blue dress spoke up. “That vase is lovely, good sir. It will make a fine present for my aunt,” she said, taking the vase and paying him for it. “Good luck with your business.”"Oh! Th-thank you, milady!" he said, with something of a delayed reaction. "I hope she finds it to be an excellent gift!" In spite of himself (and still holding his eye in one hand), Aldrich smiled a small, relieved smile as he pocketed the noblewoman's coins. Even though Stippling had ruined his sales pitch, Aldrich had finally managed to sell a nice, regular vase! Maybe his luck was turning around! That was when the young key assailant furiously shot a comeback at Aldrich's two marble busts. Immediately, he couldn't help but cringe at what must surely be coming. "I am not A key character, I am THE key character,” the young woman cried. The two busts glanced at each other. "Is she trying to call us out on that joke?" one asked. "I think she is," said the other. "Well, it's not going to work." "I'll say! With keys like that, people will be locking themselves up inside for days!" "THEY DON'T MEAN THAT," Aldrich said quickly, loudly, over the busts' laughter, as he waved his free arm in front of his shop's window--as if that would make them disappear. "I'm sure your keys are lovely, I'll be happy to buy the one that hit me in the face, really!" This was of course wholly untrue, as the coins he had received for the vase were the first thing Aldrich had earned in weeks, but-- "You've damaged my key!" she exclaimed, glaring at him, "That is going to cost you extra y'know.""I'm sorry!" Aldrich cried, still holding his eye in one hand while making attempts at calming gestures with the other. "I'll be happy to--" Suddenly, a pale young woman approached the pair of them and just as suddenly-- drew her sword?!"OH 'WOO," Aldrich cried, memories of the stocks slowly filling his mind. "If this is about the gargoyles trying to break into the armory, I had nothing to do with that, it was all Babewyn's idea, I couldn't stop her--" “Don’t you dare hurt him! I’m protecting him now!”Aldrich stiffened as if preparing for a blow. When at length he realized that he was not, for once, in trouble due to his living sculptures, he stared in confusion at the pale young woman now standing between him and the key assailant. "Ah. Um. Thank you? --She sells keys," he added, as if to help explain the situation somehow. Aldrich is briefly excited when Kristykimmy buys his vase, but his relief is cut short when Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) argues with Standorf and Waller, who invariably have to make the situation worse. Aldrich offers to pay for Rosalie's key, but before he does so, Ilaria ( Pixie) intervenes in order to defend our helpless sculptor.
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Post by Birdy on Jun 11, 2014 23:03:18 GMT -5
Sir Tristan sat on his horse, scanning the milling crowd before him. He’d heard the crash, but due to the crowd and other circumstances, he had not been able to get there as quickly as he would have liked. Now, he and another knight – Sir Gareth – were nearly there, after having run into a carriage driver who had shouted about his carriage being destroyed by a giant metal beast. The pour soul had seemed quite distressed, and, after giving some basic directions, had run off again. “Poor fool probably had too much to drink,” Sir Gareth muttered, steering his horse through the crowd. “Gareth,” scolded Sir Tristan. “There was no indication he was drunk. Those who are tend to not be able to run in such a swift straight line.” “Yeah, yeah; whatever,” he muttered. “You don’t actually believe him, though, do you? I mean, seriously – a giant metal beast, falling from the sky?” he scoffed. “Please. I’ve heard more creative stories from—” Whatever Sir Gareth was going to say was forgotten, for there, in front of the knights, was a giant… metal… beast… Both stopped and stared at it. So the driver had been telling the truth… Before Sir Tristan could tell his fellow knight “I told you so,” he’d already begun to act. “MONSTER!” he roared, pulling out a crossbow and firing an arrow into the hood of the car, barely missing an older man standing nearby. “GARETH,” Sir Tristan grabbed the crossbow and tried to wrench it out of the other knight’s hands. “Are you mad? You could kill someone!” “You’ve seen that thing!” Sir Gareth protested, keeping his grip on the crossbow. “It’s hideous! It must be destroyed,” he declared. Sir Tristan scowled. “And shooting a crossbow into a crowd of people will not help,” he said, reaching with one had to the dagger at his belt. Unsheathing it, he quickly severed the string of the crossbow, rendering it unusable. “ Hey!” protested Sir Gareth. “I need that!” “No, you don’t,” Sir Tristan said wearily, resheathing the dagger. “Now please – just go on ahead and see if you can find out anything from where this… thing… landed. I’ll ask around here.” “Why do you get to stay with the metal beast?” he grumbled. “Because I’m not the one who shot a crossbow in a crowded area. Now go.” Muttering under his breath, Sir Gareth urged his horse forwards, leaving Sir Tristan behind. After making sure Sir Gareth was gone, Sir Tristan dismounted and led his horse over to where the arrow hand pierced the hide of the metal beast, near the older man. “I wish to apologize for my brother’s actions,” he said. “He can get… enthusiastic at times. Are you hurt?” he asked in concern. If Gareth had caused harm to come to this man – Sir Tristan could now see he was from the House Stallion – then the consequences for such actions could be dire… *** “‘I’m not the one who shot a crossbow in a crowded area’,” Sir Gareth mocked in a higher, nasally voice, as his horse carried him forward. “Bah! Tristan always waits to act,” he muttered. “In the heat of battle, you need a quick mind and even quicker reflexes. That thing could have attacked at any moment – I probably saved our lives, and the lives of everyone around!” He finally reached the spot where he thought the crash must have been – there were still some smashed vegetables and fruits strewn about, and there were still some lingering onlookers. Perfect, he could be out of here in no time. “Attention, Peasants,” he called out, drawing his sword and holding it aloft. “I am Sir Gareth, knight of his late royal highness, King Starmey Eagle; and now a knight of her royal highness, the soon-to-be-Queen Destiney Raven, and I must ask you some questions.” He paused for effect, then continued. “What,” he asked. “happened here?” Spying a rather unusual-looking onlooker, Sir Gareth pointed at the four-armed ape with his sword. “You there,” he called out. “What can you tell me about the giant metal beast that attacked?” *** Arthur still stood near the edge of the crowd, trying to figure out what was going one, when the knight arrived. Arthur froze when he began addressing the crowd, and his mouth dried. Oh, no… he thought. Oh, please, no…But it was. His worst fears were coming true – it was a knight, and Arthur certainly did not want to be seen by one – especially this one… If he were caught, well… that would be very bad for him… He glanced around nervously, trying to find a way of escape. “You there,”Arthur cringed upon hearing the voice. No no no please no not me please don’t let him be talking to me… Arthur thought as he slowly turned around. He breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing he wasn’t who the knight had turned his attention on. …Yet, anyway. He’d better make himself scare while he still had a chance. With one last brief glance around, he turned and darted into and through the remaining crowd. (Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped his actions wouldn’t come off as being suspicious – escape was the only thing he was thinking of – it was key. …Which is probably why he didn’t see the shop owner in front of him until it was too late. “I’m so sorry!” he gasped. “I didn’t- I wasn’t looking where I-” He swallowed nervously, hoping no damage had been done. It was he noticed the glaring woman with the sword. …Great. *** High up on the hill sat Raven’s Keep. Knights guarded every entrance and exit – at least, the known ones. Some were hidden, secret – and those tended to slip past the watchful gaze of the guard, especially when unused for years… Sir Lancelot was not one to ignore detail. He’d posted himself by an old, unused servant’s entrance for the past few nights, lest someone try to sneak in or out this way. And tonight, his waiting had paid off. Young princess Karma had just snuck out of the castle. Standing from here he had been leaning on the wall next to the door, the knight began to follow the princess. “Are you sure that is wise, Princess?” he asked softly. “A princess should not go out unaccompanied by guards, and certainly not one as young as yourself…” Two knights - Sirs Tristan and Gareth - arrive on the scene of the car. Sir Gareth shoots the car with a crossbow, and is sent off to gather more details while Sir Tristan apologizes to the noble it nearly hit - Celestial (Ambrose Stallion). ---- Meanwhile, Sir Gareth addresses the peasants and asks Omni (Orrin) what happened. ---- Meanwhile again, Arthur sees the arrival of Sir Gareth and panics, trying to find a way to escape. He ends up (quite literally) running into Lizica (Aldrich Finnegan), and apologizes profusely, only to notice that there's a sword-wielding Pixie (Ilaria) right nearby. (Rosalie Dylas ( Rosalie Dylas (Maddy)) is also nearby. ) ---- Meawhile yet again, another knight, Sir Lancelot, has been guarding an old, unused servant’s entrance, and sees that Lizzie (Princess Karma) sneaking out, so he asks her if that is a wise thing to do.
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Post by Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) on Jun 11, 2014 23:10:21 GMT -5
What did those statues just say to her? Rosalie Dylas was not in the mood to be sassed by a pair of stone busts, and of course she was never in the mood for that, so it is kind of silly to mention her mood at all. But that aside, Rosie was very very angry that a couple of lumps of rock were snarking her. The nerve of some immanent objects, really. First, this guy was trying to con her by damaging her key and then his statues were heckling her. What a rude world she lived in. "Yeah, very funny. You also know what's funny? ME COMING UP THERE AND SMASHING YOU TO ITTY BITTY PIECES!" Rosie screamed, tears slowly running down her face. That had actually hurt. Were her keys really that bad? Maybe they were right. She clutched her small key tightly in her fist. "THEN WE WILL SEE WHO IS LAUGHING LAST! IT WILL BE ME BECAUSE YOU CAN'T LAUGH WHEN YOU ARE ITTY BITTY LITTLE PIECES!" Rosie blinked at Aldrich's offer. "You better!" she mumbled angrily, wiping her face, her eyes locked on the bag of money in his hand. That would about cover, yes that would about cover it indeed. Then she could be on her merry way- Then some girl pulled her sword and separated her from her customer. This really was not her day. "Excuse me! I am in the middle of a business transaction" she said firmly, her free hand instinctively going to her hip, where a knife was hidden. She was not so ditzy as not to carry protection around with her, and she would not be threatened. "No one is being attacked! I'm simply selling my key to him." she showed the girl her key, "They are really lovely keys, would you be interested in one?" she asked, smiling brightly. "It was just a little misunderstanding" Rosie nodded, best not to be TOO mean to the girl, she just wanted to help out, Rosie couldn't blame her for that, "I wasn't attacking anyone! Right?" She looked at the sculptor maker and gave him a grin. "See? Nothing bad is going on, ok?" her voice got gentle. She didn't want to make the poor girl fret, "No one is attacking anyone. Promise." Then someone ran into her customer. Rude! "Excuse me, can't you see we are in the middle of something!" she asked, pointing her finger at him. She fished another key out of her pocket and promptly threw it at him. "I'm selling keys, you want one?" Rosie yells at the two busts, tries to get her money from Lizica and calm down Pixie. Then she throws a key at Birdy for getting in her way.
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Jun 11, 2014 23:16:50 GMT -5
Corinne listened to the old woman tell her all about the things she and her partner sold. "While we sell normal padlocks, door locks, and keys for those, for everyday use, we also run a little fun on the side. I produce lockboxes that have miscellaneous items of varying usefulness in them, and my partner makes keys to open the boxes. A game of chance, if you will. My partner also makes some very special keys though- keys that are more like miniature sculptures of metal and jewels then common lock openers. Those you'll have to ask her about yourself, if you're interested. They're beautiful things- if nothing else, they make fine jewelry.”“Very pretty!” Corinne said, admiring the key hanging from the woman’s neck. Jewerly! That’s what she needed to complement her funeral outfit, to make herself look more royal. She slipped a hand into her pocket to count the coins she carried and sighed inwardly. “It’s just too bad your partner seems really busy over there,” she said, looking over. She was glad to have an excuse. She would never admit out loud that she probably couldn’t afford one of those special keys. She turned her attention to the four-armed ape again. He was feeding the horses. "So what's yer name?" he asked.“I’m Cor—“ She stopped herself. Wasn’t it about time she started embracing her true self? She was no simple peasant; she was a princess, and she was tired of being overlooked! It was time everyone found out! She stood up straight throwing her shoulders back to appear taller, and cleared her throat. She spoke more confidently this time. “My name is Fa—“ But wait. Should she be telling just anyone who she really was? It was probably not the best idea. If people knew she was Fate, they would flock around her. The attention wasn’t necessarily unwanted, but Corinne realized it wasn’t the right moment. Her hair was unkept, and her clothes were closer to rags than riches. Any princess would be embarrassed to be seen like that! “Uh... I’m Corinne?” She finally said, but it came out as a question. “Corinne Bywater. What’s your name? You're not from around here, are you? I had never seen you before.” Corinne shows interest in the keys Shinko tells her about, hoping she can buy one to use as jewelry at the funeral, but then she realizes she probably can't afford it. Besides, Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) seems quite busy. She has a hard time deciding if she should introduce herself to Omni as Corinne or Fate, but she goes with the former. Then she asks him a bit about himself.
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Post by Gelquie on Jun 11, 2014 23:18:28 GMT -5
As Elin and Ilsa were doing their best to take the unconscious Kelcey up the stairs, a raven flew down near them. "I'd like to help you ladies out," Aines began, as if there was much he could do to help with something like this, being a bird and all. "But I should probably report this turn of events back to the queen. In the meantime, you'd do her a service if you left this with him. Don't think it'll do him much good, but maybe he'll have a bit of sense once he recovers."Elin held out her free arm and took the letter from Aines. "Alright, I will once he wakes up," she said, giving a nod in response to Aines' bow before he took off. Soon after, she and Ilsa finished trudging up the stairs. They then set Kelcey up in one of the empty beds and were trying to get everything sorted. As Ilsa was fixing up the bed, Elin stood near one of the corners, staring at the letter in her hand, one of her hands tracing over the pretty symbols on the front of the envelope. Oh look, that one looked like that pretty half moon, like the one Kelcey mentioned earlier... When he was fawning over Destiney... She let out a frown. Knowing Kelcey, she figured that like Aines said, the letter probably wouldn't do much good at all, given his... history. Plus, at least with this turn of events, he wouldn't be setting himself up for disappointment by trying to get on the throne. On the other hand... Well, look at what that other woman had done to him. That mark on his head did not look good. At least previously, he had merely admired Destiney from afar, and hadn't yet gotten into so much trouble that he would've risked getting himself killed for doing something stupid. Ugh, she thought. Nothing about this situation was great at all. Now that Kelcey had stopped fawning over someone who was way out of his league, he had started fawning over someone who had no qualms about beating him up. Did he really only go after pretty girls, or something? ...And if he did, why never her? Was she just not pretty enough? Elin's frown went deeper. No, she was certain she was good enough. Kelcey just wasn't being fair to her. I mean, yes, they were still friends, and she never saw him as anything else, and she'd probably get really annoyed if he ended up falling for her anyway, but... It was still rude. Elin was surely good enough. A sudden giggle broke her out of her thoughts, and she looked up. Oh, she hadn't even realized he was awake. He seemed to be looking her up and down, and Elin raised an eyebrow at this. She walked forward to get closer, wondering if he was alright. She eventually reached his bedside, but before she could speak, Kelcey put on a smile and spoke. "D-destiney? Destiney, what happened to me?" he asked blearily. Wait what? Oh dear... He must have been hit on the head harder than she thought. And... A feeling of dread washed over her. She had known Kelcey for longer than he had ever even fallen for Destiney. And they had talked before then. How does he recognize her as Destiney first before even considering that it might be his friend? She and Destiney didn't look that similar. They were both human, they both had black hair, and... Yeah, that was about it when it came to looks. Elin let out a sigh. Maybe he just wasn't thinking straight. It was a pretty hard hit to the head. Maybe she could remind him. And so she leaned forward, but only slightly. (She didn't want him to think she was coming in for a kiss or anything.) "I'm not Destiney, Kelcey," Elin said quietly but firmly. "My name is Elin. You know, your friend? You... You tried to woo someone, but went too far and got hit in the head for it. And she was big and strong and... Just stay still. I'll go get Laurie or one of your other sisters to help later." Elin stared at the letter in her hand. Maybe the letter could jog his memory a bit. But... Well, she wasn't going to give it to him before first establishing that she was not Destiney. The last thing she needed was to give him a love note and accidentally think it's from her. Having someone fall for you only due to mistaken identity was honestly just as bad as not having someone fall for you. Elin accepts the letter from Aines ( icon) and helps Ilsa ( Elcie) get Kelcey ( Avery) into bed. As they set him up, Elin finds herself in thought as she stares at the letter, ponders how both of his choices of love interest is bad, and finds herself offended that she's apparently not good enough to be spontaneously smitten by Kelcey despite not actually being interested in him. Then Kelcey wakes up and mistakes her for Destiney. Elin quickly tries to re-establish herself as Elin and then explains what happeened to him. She decides not to give him the letter until it's been made clear that Elin is not Destiney. In shorter, Elin is not amused.
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Post by Killix on Jun 11, 2014 23:34:08 GMT -5
Medieville had proved to be much less picturesque than Kirin had hoped, but at least the light exercise from walking had calmed the ache in his muscles. The center of town was already swarming with activity by the time he arrived, but it looked a little too busy for his liking. Merchants, peasants and even nobles were running around, talking, throwing keys, singing...? After dodging a few people, he opted for a less crowded road. Kirin hadn't eaten anything all day, and he was starting to feel pretty hungry. Would walking all the way back to the manor be worth it, he wondered? It would most likely be fairly late by the time he got back there. He stopped and scanned the shops, there were a few food stalls still open. Choosing to see what the locals had to offer, he walked up to a merchant's stall. "Oh, hey," said the merchant cheerily as Kirin approached, "What would you like? We have plenty of good things here!" She turned and held up a basket of strange-looking fruit. "Would pinangos interest you? We harvested them yesterday and they're—," The girl nearly dropped the basket when she glanced up at Kirin and noticed that he not one of her regular customers. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry! Of course not, m'lord! I'm sure someone like you has much more sophisticated tastes..." She laughed nervously and tossed the basket aside without care. Quickly ducking into the back, she then returned with a tray of freshly baked sweet buns: golden brown and covered in jam. "We make these fresh every day, they're soft and sweet and filled with fruit!" She shoved the tray a little too enthusiastically into Kirin's personal space. Well, they did smell pretty good, and asking for something else might end up with more trays in his face, so he took a couple of buns from the tray, grabbed a handful of coins from his satchel, and placed them on the desk. The girl looked surprised as she counted the coins, "Oh, um... This isn't the right amount." Kirin gave a quick apology, fished around in his satchel, and then added more coins to the pile. "Have a great evening," he gave her his most pleasant smile and then walked away. The merchant stared at the excess of coins in front of her. That was an unusual exchange, but she wasn't going to complain if nobles wanted to overpay. - Kirin found a stone bench, and sat down to eat. So far it seemed the quest for inspiration wasn't making any progress. Finding the large crowd unappealing, Kirin opts to take a quiet side street. He stops at a merchant's stand to get a snack, then finds a bench to sit and eat.
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Post by Omni on Jun 12, 2014 0:31:12 GMT -5
The horses were mostly calm by now, but Orrin still tried to to talk to them once in awhile so they knew they weren't being forgotten or ignored. "Now, I know ya probably wanta get untied and runnin', but I don't think that's a good idea right now." “I’m Cor— ... My name is Fa— ... Uh... I’m Corinne?”Orrin raised an eyebrow at the girl's response, but decided not to ask about it. “Corinne Bywater. What’s your name? You're not from around here, are you? I had never seen you before.”That was more like it. Orrin gave her a friendly smile. "Name's Orrin," he replied. "And nah, I grew up in Kine. Just came here for the funeral." Orrin was about to follow up with a question when a knight who'd just rode up spoke up, holding his sword out. “Attention, Peasants. I am Sir Gareth, knight of his late royal highness, King Starmey Eagle; and now a knight of her royal highness, the soon-to-be-Queen Destiney Raven, and I must ask you some questions.” The knight paused. “What, happened here?”Well this guy certainly had a flair for the dramatic, didn't he? Orrin was about to say something about the cart, the horses, or their owner when the knight looked at him and addressed him directly. “You there. What can you tell me about the giant metal beast that attacked?”Seems the knight was looking for something specific. "Well, let's see..." Orrin held his chin in thought with one hand and started counting out with another, still petting the horses with the remaining two hands. "There was a big flash in the sky. The metal thing seemed to fall out of the air. It made a big crash - turns out it ran into this veggie cart." He gestured at the cart with the hand that was on his chin. "A guy climbed out of the metal thing and talked to the owner of the cart, who ran away - someone should probably check on him, make sure he's alright. One of the horses certainly didn't turn out too well. "Anyway, the guy who walked out of it pushed it backwards. It didn't really make any noise besides the crash, and didn't move 'cept for the guy pushin' it. And it seemed less like a beast and more like a..." Orrin searched for a way to describe the thing he saw. "A machine cart, seein' as it had wheels and didn't really seem alive. If anythin' I'd say it was dead." Orrin paused. He glanced at the others nearby. "Did I miss anythin'?" Orrin notices that Corinne ( Ginz ❤) replied oddly, but again doesn't say anything. He replies to her questions with his name, home region (Kine), and says that the funeral brought him there. When questioned by Sir Gareth ( Birdy) about the car, he casually lists off what he can remember (along with a couple observations), then asks the others nearby if he missed anything.
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Post by Avery on Jun 12, 2014 1:38:02 GMT -5
Coordinator Reminder: Day Two shall begin at the stroke of midnight Friday-- otherwise known as, approximately 21 hours from now. All new Days in Medieval will literally be new days in the RP, so that entails a time skip. Therefore, if you've any pressing business to attend to-- unconscious men to laugh at; amazing metal machines to ogle at; keys to be hit with-- I recommend doing so prior to Day Two, at which point the whole kingdom shall delve into sad mourning mode for King Starmey's funeral. Also, all Night One actions have been responded to (e.g., results given) and all threads here and individual documents updated to the reflect the state of the game going into Day Two.
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Post by Shinko on Jun 12, 2014 7:10:41 GMT -5
"Busy?" Morgaine repeated, startled by this assertion. She turned around, and noticed for the first time the hubub that had built up around her partner. The old woman groaned, putting her face in her hands. Not again..."Forgive me you two, I really need to deal with this. Every time we go out, honestly..." She bustled over to her partner, ducking around the knight before he had the chance to start speaking. She arrived behind her partner just in time to see a brown robed man she didn't recognize run into a man she did- the owner of the sculpture store. What was his name? Aldink? Aldridge? Regardless, the poor man was clearly not having a good day. There was a slight red mark on his face where the key had hit him, and the old woman could hear mocking laughter at his expense from inside the studio. Now he was nearly toppled over by this stranger, and Rosalie still had not spent all her aggravation because she was crying out with profound annoyance. Then she threw a key in the man's direction, which Morgaine, having expected something of the sort, reached out to snatch from the air. Fortunately she managed to keep it from hitting anyone, but she wasn't young and had never been athletic, so she didn't catch it. Instead clattered to the ground, and the old woman groaned as she reached down to pick it up. Her poor back, she was getting too old for this. "Rosie dear," she said, her voice falsely sweet, "Are you forgetting what I've told you about being polite to the nice customers? Or about keeping your temper in check? Or about how your keys are made of metal and have lots of thin sharp bits, and they hurt when they hit someone in the face?" Morgaine glanced up at the woman with the sword, an eyebrow raised. "Madame, I apologize for my friend's... over-enthusiasm. However, if you would kindly not wave that around? This street is quite crowded after that accident, and we don't want any innocent bystanders getting skewered." Morgaine walks away from Omni and Ginz ❤ and approaches Rosalie Dylas (Maddy), Birdy, Lizica, and Pixie. She chastises Rosalie for being silly in general, then kindly requests that Ilaria not swing a live sword around in a VERY crowded street. Since y'know, half the city is out oogling at the site of the car crash.
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Post by Jayeee on Jun 12, 2014 8:13:18 GMT -5
“Your Royal Highness might find some odd people in taverns, inns, the marketplace, or that strange, dark part of town that I am not allowed to visit." King Garrick's eyes lit up. “A dark part of town?” He skipped excitedly on the spot. “That sounds delightful. Perhaps i'll even be able to witness a brawl – oh it's been so long since daddy had a mass execution. Do you think I might get to instigate one whilst i'm here?” He flailed his hands in the air. “Or perhaps you'd like to accompany me to this dark place of yours?” He winked. “It's always nice to have company in the dark.” "You are as graceful as... a goat! Oh, how majestic you would look, skipping on the rocks of a mountain in the sun!"King Garrick stopped dancing and stood perfectly still. Was that... a compliment? “Oh, you must have lacking eyesight in addition to being poor. What an unfortunate circumstance. I have immunity to such diseases. But you really have received the short end of the ribbon. Looking at you makes me realise how lucky I am to be handsome.” He continued his dance again. “I hail from House Stallion, and there is nothing more graceful and charming than that. Surely you could tell as much from my darling nie-” The young King pivoted around to look for Lucinda. “How curious, why ever would she decide to leave my presence?” He turned back to the peasant. “No matter, she always was rather distracted. Perhaps her mother had some... relations with peasants and they rubbed off on her. Such a pity!” "Our life has been shattered. However shall we live through this ordeal? I must return and continue to prepare for the ceremony. I hope that you enjoy your stay in our city, Your Royal Highness. The servants will all be ready to tend to your needs. I... I too will be there for you, if we meet at the mourning feast." King Garrick nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, quite the ordeal. But no worry, i'll be in power very soon and then everyone can watch me dance. I have a repertoire unmatched.” He danced a quick jig around her, kicking his feet into the air. “Can you believe it? I've never had any professional dance training. This is all ME! “But you intrigue me. You work at the castle, correct?” He sniffed the air around her. “I should have guessed – you don't quite have that peasant smell that makes me vomit. It seems I shall be seeing a lot of you in the future then. I am to marry that Princess of yours – Fate, was it? Or some such nonsensical namesake. In any case, It would most certainly be in your best interest to tell her all the wonders that I have bestowed upon you today. Perhaps then, after my coronation has taken place, I can provide you with a nobleman. House Stallion possesses many virile men looking to escape their wives and create illegitimate children. I could arrange that.” King Garrick grinned as he twirled on the spot. What a perfect coincidence this was – meeting a lowly peasant who worked at the castle. He didn't exactly need any help to seduce the young Princess, but any allies he could make would be beneficial to him. The crown was already his – there was no doubting such a thing. It was destiny. The ever charming King Garrick continues his conversation with peasant maid Liou, pitying her poor eyesight and peasant lifestyle. He is momentarily perplexed by the disappearance of Kristykimmy, but moves past it quickly. Realising that the peasant girl works at the castle, this benevolent King instructs her to tell her Princess all about him, for in return he will set her up with a nobleman to create illegitimate children with. Everything is falling into place!
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Post by Celestial on Jun 12, 2014 13:43:50 GMT -5
It was impossible to ignore the crowd around him. A sizeable one had gathered around the crashed...car, that was its name, and Ambrose knew they had noticed him. The Stallion brooch keeping his cloak pinned, the fact that his clothes, despite being raggedy, were still finer than a regular peasant's and his ramblings about the future guaranteed that. He saw a young woman pretend not to notice him and instead call in the blacksmiths. That was alright. It was better than him being dragged away or being accussed out loud of being insane. Being ignored was one of the better options for Ambrose. “Great-Uncle Ambrose? Should you be here? You're saying strange things again. Have you had one of your spells? Would you like to go sit down in the inn? I'm sure a drink would help you, and we could find someone there to summon a carriage to take you home.”He recognised her voice and felt her hand on his shoulder before she took his arm. Lucinda, his great-niece, had found him. Ambrose sighed deeply and glanced up at the strange man, feeling embarassment set in. Lucinda was a nice girl, loud but, unlike Garrick, well-meaning. But she should not treat him like a senile old man, especially in front of a time traveller from the future. Now the man would think he was insane too and Ambrose was not, he knew he was not. He could not control his visions but they were true. He just needed to know which ones were and how soon they were happening. Age did not help this problem. When he was a young man, people just assumed he was crazy. Now, they just dismissed him as senile. For some reason, that was worse than being insane. "Please, don't treat me like a child, Lucinda. I appreciate your help but I know what I see. And I'm here because your grandfather asked me to come out and see. He wants us to-" Ambrose broke off. Perhaps he should not tell about Alain's plans just yet, not here where they could be overheard. "It doesn't matter. You'll see." Fortunately, the man with the car did not seem put off by Ambrose and answered his question. Unfortunately, it was a weak answer. It gave him no clues about his visions at all. 'Industrial revolution' was not a phrase he recognised and 'electricty' well...he could work that one out from another vision he had long ago. But this is hundreds of years in the future. It would not help their current situation at all. He was starting to suspect that Alain was wrong in trusting him. And on top of that, the vision with Amy the drunk was useless. Why did he even see that? "Uhh, thank you," he shouted to the man as he walked away. "But you won't find anybody who can adequately repair your car here! Wait!" And then a crossbow bolt thuded into the car just in front of him. Ambrose froze in horror as he realised it has almost pierced him. He slowly looked up at the two knights, one of which was now talking to him and frantically apologising for his brother. "Oh no...it's quite alright. I'm...I'm fine," Ambrose panted and glanced at the car. The shouting of the man who had fired the crossbow reached him and Ambrose looked up. "It's completely harmless. It won't move unless it's powered by...something. It has many names, gas or...petrol?" he had heard the latter in his visions but he was not sure what it was. Some kind of bird. "There is no gas here and there's no petrels either so it will not hurt you...don't ask me how I know." He had quite enough of trying to explain his visions for one day. This was not Destrier, where everyone knew Grand Duke Alain's mad prophet brother. In Medieville, he was pretty much just a rich Stallion noble. Ambrose sighed. Alain was definitely wrong in leaving him here to try to get Garrick on the throne. It was admirable that his brother trusted him like that but there was no way he was right for the job. In the first day, he had already been almost shot and dismissed as a crazy old man. How the heck was he supposed to make complex political maneuvers? And for that matter, how could he persuade Alain that he was wrong in chosing Ambrose? There was no way. Once Alain was set on a plan, he would not bow down until that plan was complete. Especially not to his insane brother, who did not even have a vision to back him up. So Ambrose had no choice but to do Alain's will, even if he was completely hopeless at it. "Let's go home, Lucinda," he murmured to his grand-neice. "Or at least Stallion Manor. We're not going home for a long time." Ambrose does not mind being ignored but being considered senile is something else. He worries that Tony( Thundy) will think he's crazy but is glad when Tony replies anyway. However, his answer is useless to Ambrose. He is about to chase after Tony and tell him that nobody will fix his car but then is stopped by a crossbow bolt. He accepts Arthur's( Birdy} apology and tells Gareth that the car is useless. He regrets being put on this mission by Alain and just tells Lucinda( Kristykimmy) to take him home.
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Post by Liou on Jun 12, 2014 13:46:56 GMT -5
Laurie was swimming in bliss. Every word seemed to bring a new happy spring into the faun king's dance steps. He had so many good ideas, which seemed even better thanks to the pretty moves he made while he spoke! Only particularly clever people could move so prettily, right? Laurie was delighted to listen and agree with his ideas. (Nobles needed to be agreed with, it was excellent for their health and skin.) He wanted to instigate a brawl? She didn't have a clue how he could do that successfully, but piped: "Of course!" Her eyes followed the hypnotic movements of his twirling hands - and now he had winked at her. Her jaw dropped. There were no words to describe the magnificence of that simple gesture. It was as if the world had stopped, while each of his eyelashes did a dance step of its own and the delicate muscles of his face slowly curved, then skipped back into place. Oh, if only there was a way to make him wink... forever. And now he had twirled gracefully yet again, this time to look for someone. As he did so, his long golden locks flew behind his head, catching some of the rays of the descending sun. It occurred to Laurie that this would be a great opportunity to exchange scents, to mark each other, to acquire a physical proof of her devotion. She would have to be careful, as some goats did not take kindly to their fur being pulled. She raised her hand slowly, reaching for a lock of hair... then immediately placed her hand on her basket once more when the faun king turned back to face her. She nodded vigorously with him, watching his hair bounce. (The nodding made her hair bounce and shine too, as if it wasn't loose enough already.) The faun king would be in power soon? How marvelous, indeed! To demonstrate his might, he was dancing a jig around her. "It's amazing," she sighed, "this talent will surely save our kingdom from ruin!" “But you intrigue me. You work at the castle, correct?”Oh goodness, and now he was sniffing the air around her. This was a sure sign that she had become part of his territory. She sneakily reached for his hair again, but had to put her hand down when he stopped leaning. "Oh yes, I work at the princess; do marry the castle, I will be watching you too," she chimed, nodding eagerly. "Princess Destiney - it's Princess Destiney! I will tell her everything, everything about King Garrick Stallion of Bern!" "Perhaps then, after my coronation has taken place, I can provide you with a nobleman. House Stallion possesses many virile men looking to escape their wives and create illegitimate children. I could arrange that.”That made Laurie just a teensy bit less enthusiastic. The maid had already met her share of interested noblemen among those who came to visit King Starmey and his court. At times, some of those visitors had almost forced her to stop playing nice. But this was the beautiful, noble, majestic goat king who was offering, and surely his fellow Stallion nobles would be almost as graceful as him! "Yeeees, bring all-" her voice sounded like a hoarse squeak, after all this excitement. She cleared her throat. "I mean, any gift that Your Royal Highness would deign to bestow upon us would be most highly appreciated!" The faun king was twirling again. In a split second, she saw it: a flash of golden light drifting slowly towards the ground. It disappeared into her hand, then her pocket. Catching fallen hair was much safer than trying to pick it from his clothes. Laurie curtseyed. "Your Royal Highness has my full support in this generous endeavor of rescuing the kingdom. I can help you learn exactly how to please Princess Destiney! It would be delightful to look after Your Royal Higness tonight, to take care of... everything... but duty calls me elsewhere." Very, very reluctantly, she took a step away from him. "I am, after, all, very devoted to your soon-to-be bride. A pleasant evening to you, my liege!" Before leaving, she turned towards him once more: "Should you choose to explore the dark area of town, I will definitely accompany you. I will know how to find you." With one final bow, she gambolled away. The few hairs seemed to glow inside her pocket. It was heartwrenching to leave the faun king, but as she had said... she would find him, wherever he went. She giggled lightly at the darkening sky. This faun king would be a marvelous suitor for Princess Destiney, and if Laurie could stay close and loyal to him, she would keep a good position and maybe even higher wages for her family. It was a little unfortunate for Kelcey, though. Laurie needed to ask about his latest gifts and plans for Destiney. Surely Kelcey would also marvel at the goat-like grace of the new king and join her in worshipping him? Oh, was that a bird flying out of that inn? It seemed to be headed for the Keep. It looked a lot like Aines. Could he have been delivering something from Destiney? Laurie stopped in front of the inn and sniffed a few times. A goatherd had definitely been nearby. It also smelled of meat. Oh, maybe he was with Elin? She went into the inn, looking for her brother. We dive into Laurie's mind in her contemplation of Jayeee. She even manages to catch a fallen hair of his, and keep it surreptitiously, gasp! How sweet. After becoming utterly devoted to him and his noble cause, Laurie has to leave him for the moment. Nooooo! But she goes into Elcie's inn, having a hunch that her brother Avery and Gelquie might be there. And I might edit later if you need, because that last bit was rushed. xD
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Post by Kristykimmy on Jun 12, 2014 14:36:59 GMT -5
Lucinda smiled as pleasantly, despite Ambrose's deep sigh upon her arrival at his side. One of the many things on the incredibly long list of things that Lucinda didn't know was that Ambrose's spells were visions of the future and not some form of madness. Lucinda didn't judge her great-uncle for being mad. Grandfather clearly felt he was mentally competent enough to be living with them instead of in an institution like she was told other mad people did, and that was enough for her. "Please, don't treat me like a child, Lucinda. I appreciate your help but I know what I see. And I'm here because your grandfather asked me to come out and see. He wants us to-" Ambrose broke off. "It doesn't matter. You'll see."“I apologize, Great-Uncle Ambrose. I meant no disrespect. I will help you to do whatever it is Grandfather wants of us,” Lucinda said cheerily. Whatever her Grandfather's plans were, surely they would be something grand. He always had his eyes set on the future, whatever that meant. She listened as Ambrose talked to the young man about the 'car'. Lucinda didn't know what a car was, but then again, she knew she didn't know much about the newer technologies, and anything to do with magic, so she assumed that is what a car must be. The entire conversation went right over her head, and no one seemed to know of this 'Amy' Ambrose seemed keen to learn the fate of. She frowned as the young man hurried off, not listening to her great-uncle's advice. These peasants in the city didn't seem to know anything about propriety. You listened to a noble, particularly of Ambrose's standing, until they dismissed you. Ambrose was cut off mid-sentence by a crossbow shaft whizzing by him, nearly impaling him, and burying itself in the car. Lucinda shrieked, clinging tighter to Ambrose. She glanced over at the two knights, they were fighting with each other. Then, the one who had not fired the crossbow, approached them, apologizing to Ambrose. "Oh no...it's quite alright. I'm...I'm fine," Ambrose panted. “It won't move unless it's powered by...something. It has many names, gas or...petrol?" he had heard the latter in his visions but he was not sure what it was. Some kind of bird. "There is no gas here and there's no petrels either so it will not hurt you...don't ask me how I know."Lucinda was not so easily placated as her great-uncle. “It is not all right!” she shouted. “I want him fired, and put in the stocks, and made to work somewhere unpleasant for a thousand years, in whatever order works best! He could have killed my Great-Uncle. My Grandfather, Grand Duke Alain, would have had all of your heads if you had harmed him. What fools you knights are here!” Lucinda was glaring at the knight, expecting him to immediately go drag the other knight off to the stocks or that somewhere unpleasant he would now be employed when Ambrose addressed her. "Let's go home, Lucinda. Or at least Stallion Manor. We're not going home for a long time."“Now, now, do not be so grim. I am sure we will be home before long,” Lucinda said with a reassuring smile. “But, yes, returning to the manor sounds like a good idea.” Once they returned to the manor, Lucinda returned to her private sitting room and placed the vase she had bought on a table. She placed her elbows on the table, threaded her fingers together, placed her chin on top of them. “I hope Ambrose is wrong. It would make me sad if it is a very long time before I can give you to Aunt Isabelle,” she said to it. She let her mind drift back to the song she was writing about King Starmey, starting to hum a few bars absentmindedly as she did so. A whistle broke through on her thoughts. She blinked, it sounded like it had come from the vase. She picked up the vase and opened it, but it was empty. Chalking it up to her imagination, she replaced the lid and got up to find some paper on which to write. Lucinda stays with Celestial while he talks to Tony ( Thundy). When Ambrose is nearly struck by the crossbow bolt, she is incensed on his behalf, insisting to Sir Tristan ( Birdy) that his brother be punished. After that, she and Ambrose return to Stallion Manor, where Lucinda thinks she hears the vase she bought whistle along with her humming, but decides it was all in her head.
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Post by Avery on Jun 12, 2014 16:17:08 GMT -5
((collab between Liou and myself)) Laurie had no trouble overhearing at least one account of the scene that had happened at the inn. The patrons seated near an empty table were still raving about the huge woman ("As big as me windmill, I tell ye!") who had knocked some guy out with one blow. The smell of goat was stronger in the vicinity, and a convenient trail of ale drops led away from the empty table. Laurie followed the trail - giving the more rowdy patrons a wide berth - and went up to the room where Kelcey was being tended by Elin. Oh, the poor boy looked like he had landed himself in a lot of trouble yet again. ** The pretty girl holding the letter was not Destiney. Her voice was quiet but angry as she schooled him on her true identity (his friend Elin, apparently). She also told him that she was going to go off and fetch a sister of his (apparently he had many sisters!). She also was calling him Kelcey, which—seemed familiar, and he suspected was probably his name. Kel-ceeee. He tested it out in his head. It seemed… right, he guessed, although Destiney had also seemed like the right name for this not-Destiney just moments ago, so he didn’t wholly trust his intuitions. As he was pondering over the recently learned marvels—the girl’s name (and her definitely-not-name) and that he had sisters and that he was Kel-ceeee—the sound of a doorknob rattling grabbed his attention. His eyes danced towards the door to the mysterious room (he still had no idea where he was, huh), just in time for it to fly open. Another pretty girl sashayed into the room. Her hair was yellow and long, her skin pale and supple and radiant. Oh, she was a beauty! Her golden eyes—like spun honey, like the sun!—met his. The look in them told Kel-cee that they knew each other, he and this gorgeous girl. … aha! This had to be Destiney! As Elin continued fussing with the mysterious envelope, Kel-cee smiled at the newcomer. “Destiney!” he cried joyously. “I’ve had a terrible accident, Destiney! But you’re here now, so I imagine it will all be okay.” Laurie immediately glanced behind her - had Princess Destiney somehow followed her to visit her beloved? No, of course not. She smiled at Kelcey. "I didn't manage to bring the princess this time, Kelc, sorry! How's your head?" She walked up to him and leaned over him, inspecting his forehead. He winced as she placed a none-too-gentle hand on the welt and willed himself not to vomit on this pretty girl who was also-not-Destiney, apparently. And… wait a minute. Had she called Destiney a princess? Vague images flickered into Kel-cee’s mind: a lithe woman surrounded by bodyguards, on a city street in the dead of summer, waving at him… a crown on her head… her eyes meeting his, and feelings of adoration washing over him… Aha, so that was Destiney, it seemed. Not Elin, and not this newcomer. “My head is—ow!” he cried as she pressed a little harder on the welt. Laurie withdrew her hand, amused. Kelcey had always been rather tender. “Not good, not good.” He drew back from her. “W-who are you?” (Clearly someone without personal boundaries: this much was painfully clear… literally.) Laurie raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Elin - with a thankful smile. Why would Kelcey need to pretend they didn't know each other? She giggled, uncertain. "Well then, aren't you going to greet your sister, who took the time to come and see you? Oh, Kelcey, what am I going to do if you keep landing in such places? Destiney would be so worried! Do you have something you want me to bring her?" Sister. Hm. Kel-cee took a moment to digest this. For a moment he felt a bud of nausea over the fact that he’d found her so gorgeous, and had even assumed she was his beloved; but then, he realized that this likely meant he was attractive, too, which made him smile in spite of the pain. “I—no, I don’t have anything,” he said. “I…” A sudden wave of dizziness bowled him over again. “I… think I need to lay back down… because…” He didn’t finish the sentence; his eyes fluttered as he plunged back into unconsciousness. "Kelcey? Kelc?" Laurie shook him a little, but he was totally out. Laurie clenched her teeth. She glanced around to make sure that Elin couldn't see, then gave Kelcey a quick, back-handed slap. How careless could he be? Who would look after the girls? Who would work on securing a future for the family? What if the wound was more serious next time? Laurie sighed. There was a wet cloth nearby that had been used to dab at Kelcey's forehead. She took it and wiped his hair out of his face, a little more ragefully than necessary. There were no gifts in his pockets. Maybe she would need to take things in hand for the next few days. Destiney did not need to know about this. "Thank you for looking after him,” she said quietly to Elin, standing up. "I must be off, sorry. I'll come back tomorrow just in case, but I hope he'll be better by then. We owe you one." She didn't like to say that last, but it was unfortunately true. Laurie finds her way to the inn room where she finds the very confused Kelcey-- who at first thinks she's Destiney, but is quickly corrected. After Kelcey falls unconscious again, Laurie tries to literally slap some sense into him, but to no avail. She thanks Elin ( Gelquie) for looking after him, then skedaddles.
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