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Post by SheWulph on Jan 7, 2008 10:24:22 GMT -5
Ararur looked down at her boots at the mention of her feet rotting off and she laughed a bit. She doubted her feet would indeed rot, but yet is was getting uncomfortable being wet from head to toe. Grabbing the small spot on her boot that wasn't covered in mud she pulled it off and let water run out it before tossing it aside. "Be glad I didn't find a fish in them Bella," she jested and pulled to other one of to be toss aside like its partner.
She sighed deeply, "I have to agree, we are badly drained from out experiences. It might be a good idea to rest the night then make a final decisions as what we are going to do in the morning." She sat down with her back to the fire. "I for one would like to get dry and feel a soft warm bed beneath me." She sighed again more softly this time.
"We will have to get our power back somehow if we want to face the king and his men. Somehow...." She shifted her weight and let her head drop. "How to get our power back....?" she said more to her self then anyone self.
(>< short... muse-less....)
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Post by CEPHEUS ! on Jan 9, 2008 16:26:14 GMT -5
((-is the same way-))
Syclya grinned wryly at Guandio. "His highness saw fit to make a mockery of me. His guards dropped me off in the center of his game reserve, after a not-so-very-smooth ride there, and released what, as far as I could tell, was his whole menagerie on me. At least as far as carnivorous beasts go."
But that moment of twisted humor was gone, replaced by frustration at the lack of action. Her face, however, was completely impassive. "So be it then," she said, fixing Guandio with a frosty smile. "When you choose to act, come find me."
With that, she turned on her heel and swept out of the room, moving faster than necessary for fear of her emotional restraint breaking. The turmoil inside her -- rage, helplessness, frustration, and hatred -- seethed in her chest, making her fear that she would soon lose control of her own actions. It would not do, throwing a temper tantrum at a time like this. Especially at her age, when she had not thrown one since she was seven--nearly twenty years ago.
Once out of range of any who would hear her, she slammed the side of her fist into the wall, her shoulders shuddering with the stress of holding her feelings back. I am not asking us to ride into battle; I only want to actually do something about this. We're not safe... and four people cannot hold a castle for however short a time, she thought.
Syclya laughed once more at their situation. "Wait too long, Guandio, and we would have been better taking a very long walk off a very short cliff..."
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Post by _midnight_ on Jan 20, 2008 5:13:41 GMT -5
((i'm thinking about adding a new character. A sneaky one, you know the type oh! and he will like the king quite a bit >>... <<.. >>.. what do you think?))
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Post by SheWulph on Jan 20, 2008 5:42:48 GMT -5
((Sounds interesting ^-^ It will certainly make the rp more interesting. ^-^ ))
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Post by _midnight_ on Jan 20, 2008 5:51:00 GMT -5
(( okay ^^ I'll think of how to create him during next week, since i won't be able to post before friday evening or saterday since i'm going to be away for the the week ))
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Post by _midnight_ on Jan 27, 2008 17:57:04 GMT -5
(sorry for the word-choise in the intro of Quincy, but well, it just adds to the character, you'll see ^^ ) Guandio simply smiled at the comments of Bella, and tried not to look at her when she left. Her optimism and everlasting good mood were not workin right now since they only brought his mind deeper into thoughts. Ararur was right. In order to get the king off his throne, they would need their items back, but none of them had an answer to the question of how to get them back. He sighed, seeing both her and Scycla leave aswell. Scycla, he did look at as she left. She had held some sort of disbelief in her voice. She didn't really want to go to sleep at this point, he supposed. He knew her for too long to not hear it. Plus he could very well imagine the impact of hungry animals attacking her. her out of all guardians. Psh. The king must have liked the 'irony' in it. He had to be brought down, no matter what. He let another sigh just before deciding to go to bed aswell. But he had only moved two steps when a horrid shreeck made him freeze. "WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! YOU. GOT. TO BE KIDDING ME!!" Guandio's face got an expression as if he was going to cry, but it was just about him completely not feeling like being alone in a room with this guardian. He recognised that high pitched male voice anywhere. A short shiver went through his spine. He tried to quickly step away in the hallway where his bedroom lay, but he was too late. A short "Ah, Fu.." escaped from his lips "OHHH MYYY GOOOOD, i sooooo hate that biatch. He like.. Totally messed up my hair!! I'mma.. I'mma get him for this! OH MY GOD!!! Guandio? Guandio, honey, is that you?" Another shiver went through his spine. He hated when he was called that. "QUINCY!" he yelled in return, "Howmany times do i have to tell you not to call me that?!" He turned around, to see a overly dressed male standing in the dooropening on the opposite side of the room. A male with sharp blue eyes and his short spiked hair, which was dyed blonde with darker tips, stood in front of him. The white dress shirt with faint pink twirls on it and the matching pants were his usual outfit. Not to mention the white gloves and the puffs on his shoulders. The man, seemingly called Quincy, simply stood there with his hands in his sides, leaning on his knuckles. "Oh, i'm so sorry, guandio, i always forget that. I'm so excited to see you now you see." he raised his right hand and gently bit on his finger, "forgive me?" Quincy said softly, with puppy-eyes. The silver earrings in his ears reflected the light a bit, and altough his was more or less looking the same as usual, quincy seemed to consider it 'ruined' and quickly raised his left hand to hide his hair. Guandio just looked at him. "Look. Bella, Ararur and Scycla are here too, but be silent. You should take some rest too, so we can work out something tomorrow. Besides, why are you covering the top of your head?" He had raised one of his eyebrows. He just did not get this person. Guandio always felt uncomphortable around him. Quincy gave a short giggle. "That's so nice that they are here. And i'm not covering the top of my head, thank you." he shook his head lightly while giving a short 'insulted' gasp. Rolling his eyes he replied: "I'm covering my hair. That meanie king like, hung me upside down in some kind of old cellar. It was horrid! There was like, moss and mud and bugs everywhere! It was sooo icky!! He like, totaly ruined my hair, you know." That's the moment where he hade the remark that nearly made Guandio feel like throwing up. Quincy had seen the snow on Guandio, that now was warming up, melting and evaporating in the air in thin smoke. The man had smiled in a mysterious smile and had said: "Oh my god, and besides, where have you been? You look totaly steamy at the moment" after which he had giggled like a girl, with his hand in front of his mouth. He had even lifted his right leg a bit while giggling. Guandio tried to restore himself and look at Quincy in a neutral way. "please," he managed to say, "Never... ever.. say that again... that's just ..." he shivered again, "Anyways, well, umm, I don't think that umm, anyone had an umm, more horrifying torture than you had." He saw Quincy opening his mouth again to say something but Guandio's reaction was faster. "Aaaanyway," he had said quickly," As said, you should get some rest. We'll have to rise early, so just go to bed and sleep a bit." He had simply turned and wanted to walk away before quickly turning back to Quincy. "And NO. You will sleep in your own bed." After that, both left to their own bedrooms. Guandio didn't really care for the expression on Quincy's face that had been a reply to his last sentence. But it was a strange expression. Had he been hurt by the accusation, was he dissapointed, angered, ... Who knows? (oh man, this is such a funny character XD Feel free to jump towards the morning )
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Post by SheWulph on Jan 28, 2008 14:01:42 GMT -5
Ararur had dropped most of her wet cloths in the corner of her room, the chances that they were going to be used again was zero to none. She wanted no reminder of the events that has happened.
She was sitting at the edge of her bed, having pulled on dry and warm cloths, she was thinking things over but yet no clear answer came to her. After awhile she gave up and decided that sleep was better now then anything else. Just as she placed her head on the pillow she heard a shrill voice traveling down the hall. It was as if she froze to the spot. "No please not him, not Quincy." she muttered and pulled the pillow over her head to block further noises out so see can sleep.
The next morning came all to fast for Ararur, her limbs even refused to cooperate. It took her a good hour to get out of bed and dressed.
She finally stretched herself out and walked out the door of her room and back to the main room of the castle. She know it was going to be a long day, they had a lot of things to discuss and in the back of her head she wished she was wrong about hearing Quincy.
(sorry a bit short, couldn't think of more XD)
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Post by star on Jan 28, 2008 22:30:10 GMT -5
Finding the dress (that she wanted) had been slightly more difficult then Bella first imagined. As such, after spending half the night looking for the dress, she spent the other half complaining about it while still managing to sleep. Odd girl she is.
Once morning hit, and I mean hit (Bella’s room is made of mirrors). Bella awoke immediately with a gasp. “I didn’t give her the dress!” Glancing in the closest mirror-wall she battered her eyelids. “You silly girl.” Getting ready had taken slightly longer then usual for Bella; as she had decided the orange tinge hadn’t been so terrible. She spent a good fraction of dawn trying to master the art of dieing cloth. Luckily for her, she didn’t just have the one dress. Rather lots of the same dress, well, she had lots of other dresses to. In the end, it had worked quite well, as it looked identical to the one she had worn the other day (minus the sand of course).
Picking up the dress she had so carefully wrapped in…well…silk, she began to make her way down the hall to the main room. Humming softly as she did. Bella was almost always the first up. Placing Ararur’s ‘present’ on the table she made her way to the fireplace. Her humming turning into soft singing, Down, down, down he’ll fall, Good cheer for one and all, Cry, cry, cry he will, As he becomes pies on our window sill. Munch, crunch, munch, he will sing, As we dine on our fair king [occ: D= Bella…..] The Fire place finally alight she beamed ear to ear, taking the closest seat to it (being a frosty morning) she awaited the arrival of her comrades.
(Lawlz. Tis bad D: I'm museless)
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Post by _midnight_ on Jan 30, 2008 6:55:45 GMT -5
((it's a bit short, but still >_< ))
Guandio's mind had trouble of a nightmare that same night, the king, the soldiers, the betrayal, the dishonor... it spooked trough his mind as a rotting piece of meat filled with worms. It all ended with a terrible high-pitched laugh.
Guandio jumped up, gasping for air and sweating, only to look straight into the face of Quincy. "GAAAAAAAH!!" he yelled loud, "Quincy, you bloody dog! What the hell do you think you're doing in here?"
The pink man simply blinked at him. "I totaly couldn't sleep, and i heard you yelling, so i like.. came looking." he smiled gently as he quickly ran his hand trough the short blonded spikes on his head.
"Yes, whatever!" Guandio yelled back at him, "It's bloody Two am in the morning. Go to bed." With that, Quincy left and returned to his own bedroom.
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"Bella, Bella, Bella..." Guandio's deep voice entered the dining room, followed by a loud laugh. "I see you're just as peace loving as always? I nearly feel sorry for the king if he's to be put in a single room with you alone."
Guandio didn't look healthy though. Thick blue lines under his eyes, which were a bit red. His hair was a total mess and he just put on the messy armor he had on yesterday.
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Post by CEPHEUS ! on Feb 2, 2008 22:48:44 GMT -5
Syclya lay on her bed, holed up in her room, trying to work up the courage to go out and, at the same time, trying desperately to create a valid enough reason for her to not have to go out. The best she could come up with was extreme soreness... but she feared that such an excuse might warrant 'sympathetic' visitors... which, in turn, could result in the discovery of her lying. She shuddered.
Absentmindedly, she ran a hand through her hair. She'd heard Quincy last night--it was difficult not to have heard his 'anguished' cries of his ruined hair. She grimaced in disgust. He had probably been subjected to the most ridiculous death-sentence of them all, but the way he was going on about it... Obviously he was blind to anyone else's suffering besides his own.
She sighed, and looked out the window. "Alright," she sighed in irritation. "Seeing as I can't come up with a decent excuse, I might as well go out and face... It."
She swung her legs out of bed, and took a look in the mirror. The night before, she'd made an effort to bandage herself. It was an artless job, as she would readily attest, but to bandage oneself one-handedly was no easy task. She smiled wryly when it occured to her that she looked something like a mummy in the bandages, with her bloodshot eyes, still-exhausted posture, and the dark rings around her eyes. In fact, she thought with grim amusement, I just might be able to scare Quincy to death... that'd do everyone a favor.
Turning towards the door, she managed to get her hand halfway to the doorknob before the grinning image of Quincy struck her again. Visibly shaking with barely supressed disdain, she turned around. "Call it revenge," she told herself dryly. "Let the rest of them deal with it... perhaps he'll be more effective in convincing them that action is the better option than I would be." Now, back to the excuses...
Perhaps she could have caught a contagious disease over the night... yes, that would prevent the majority of the rest of them from visiting... it would just need to be a bad one. [/blockquote]
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Post by _midnight_ on Feb 3, 2008 6:26:09 GMT -5
It did took a while befor Quincy was ready to go too. After Guandio's yelling, he had gone back to sleep, and the lack of decent sleep had shown in the morning. He had done his best not to shreek when he saw himself in the mirror. He could have sworn there was a hint of blue lines under his eyes. But, that'd be easely fixed with the right stuffies of course, and Quincy had lots and lots of them, all different kinds made from plants and juices and things like that.
After he had cleaned himself up a bit, done his hair, his face, his nails and so on, he walked over to his closet and opened it. "ahhh, my beautiful clothies, how i missed you guys!" he whispered before actually massive-hugging all the clothing in the closet.
After that, Quincy chose out a dressed shirt that had a white color with a faint hint of a pink touch to it, and on top of that, a beautifull pink velvet vest, with white phluffy thingies on the ends on the sleeves. It was one of the long sort of vests, which reached almost until the knees on the back side.Of course he took the same color pink velvet pants to match the vest. Very very light pink colored thin gloves were put on his hands and he chose the most elegant shoes he had in his posession.
After quickly checking in the mirror if everything was looking okay, and that his hair was still okay, he jumped up and walked towards the main room, singing. When he reached the main room, he even included Ararur in his song. "Goodmorning, goodmorning to you" he sang while giving her a hug. "Good to see you again." he said and walked on to the dining room, singing the same song over and over again.
When he reached the dining room, he was still singing. "Goodmorning goodmorning, it's great to stay up late, goodmorning goodmoring to you" And when Quincy saw Bella and Guandio already there, he smiled. "To you and you, and y..." than he noticed Scycla wasn't yet here and he turned around in a spin. "Oh, where's scycla? Oh well, she'll come", he said answering his own question with a smile, just before he ran to Bella with a smile, giving her a big hug too.
Ater that, he turned to Guandio, who now knew he was the next victim. "oh nononono," he said, "don't even think about it!" But Quincy wouldn't hear it, "Oh, guandio, you don't smile enough" he said, still jumping up to Gandio and giving him a big hug too, which gave Guandio a horrid expression of torture on his face before pushing Quincy away from him.
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Post by SheWulph on Feb 3, 2008 11:37:42 GMT -5
Ararur stood with her back to the morning sun that was shining in through the windows of the main room. She did get enough sleep but yet her body was refusing the commands from her brain and she was hoping that the sun on her back might warm her limbs up a bit.
She looked of to the door. 'The others must be in the dinning room,' with some amusement, even though it was morning she wasn't particularly hungry. A soft rumble sound escaped from a stomach area, oh her stomach wasn't food but yet she had no desire to eat or drink anything.
In the corner her discarded soaked to the core boots were still laying. To bad she couldn't just make them disappear, she sometimes which she had that power. It would have been so wonderful just to make the king disappear, but yet the best she should do to him with her power was to transform him into a cockroach and step on him like the little bug he is. Yet she needed her circlet back before she could do that. She glanced at her boots again, it would have been nice to transform them into a new pair.
Quincy's appearance left her in shock from the moment she heard his voice, the moment she saw him enter the main room until he hugged her. "Quincy?" was all she could mutter. She only fully came out of shock when he left and then she sighed. "I'll never understand his type."
She sighed again and followed him to the dinning room; her stomach was willing the battle over her will. She was just in time to see Quincy hug Guandio and that almost made her burst out laughing. It was just too funny, but she managed to keep it in and instead turn her attention to see if Bella and Syclya was there.
Catching sight of Bella she needed politely followed with a short good morning and then looked off to see if Syclya was there, but yet no Syclya. She scratched her head a moment over it and thought to herself. 'What is Syclya up to now. Is she even going to come down.'
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Post by star on Feb 5, 2008 22:36:03 GMT -5
"Bella, Bella, Bella...I see you're just as peace loving as always? I nearly feel sorry for the king if he's to be put in a single room with you alone."She made her cute face. “Will you? Will you let me have my way with him Guandio? Will you let me have my fun?” In an almost child like manner she shovelled one foot against the soft carpet. “Will you let me make him scream his pardons? Make him wish he hadn’t crossed us?” Her playful manipulation was cut short, as she was interrupted by Quincy. She positively beamed when he entered. “Quincy!” She giggled fondly. If there was one person Bella could relate to it was Quincy. “You’re getting old. Look at those wrinkles!” Of course she was pulling his strings, but that’s what she did. Once she was released and Guandio was being mauled she turned back to poke at the fire. But was soon called away from it again by her friend. Ararur. “Morning love. Sorry bout the dress. It’s there if you want it” She gestured at the bundle of silk and smiled fondly. “The fabric changes colour depending on the light. Nothing too fancy, just blue, green and brown” Turning her smile into a small pout she twisted her body slightly, almost as though she was rocking on one spot. “Will you try it on for me?” ((Sorry everyone Been organizing my b-day party. It will be -awesome-))
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Post by _midnight_ on Feb 6, 2008 5:51:44 GMT -5
"Bella!!" Quincy yelled out at her after he let go of Guandio, "Good to see you honey!" After that he let out the high-pitched laugh he always had, with a typical movement with his arm.
He practicly launghed herself back at her, giving another hug, lifting her a bit. "Soo good to see you again. Oh! I looooove the haircut! It's like.. soo magically! It like, fits soo good with your outfit!" He than blushed hard and tried to straighten his face with his hands. "yeah, i know. That biatch of a king gave my skin a horrid torture! All the work i spent on it on months to keep it nice and soft, it's all ruined! Oh don't look at it!"
When Guandio finally managed to get Quincy off of him, he sighed in relief. "Let me guess..." he said to Quincy, turning to him, "you couldn't help yourself.." But before he could even open his mouth to reply, Guandio raised his hand to stop him. "Don't even answer that. Just erm, ignore it.."
He than turned at Ararur, who had only just come in. "Goodmorning" he said to her, with a quick forced smile. "And as for you, Bella," Guandio muttered," It had almost worked, your trick there, but we can't let you do that." he laughed for real this time, "We have to assume he's carrying our stuff. We must take him down with all of us. Besides, we all want a piece of that king."
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Post by star on Feb 10, 2008 5:09:10 GMT -5
Bella was being re-squished, though she didn’t mind, she was also lifted. This made her smile broaden. When released she landed lightly on the ground. She found she was shorter then Quincy (standing her forehead only reached his nose). She didn’t like it. Deciding later she would find shoes with more heals she turned her attention to what he was actually saying. Pretending to blush when he mentioned her hair, then scowling when he mentioned what the king had done. “Well he tried to ruin my complexion! Can you belive that! I would have been a shriveled up, sun burnt prune!” She twisted Quincy’s head so he was facing her. Taping his nose lightly with one of her fingers she continued. “But don’t you worry hun,” She grinned, “I’m sure you’ll still have all the boys after you”
She grinned mischievously, turning Quincy around to face Guandio. Cuddling Quincy around the shoulders (which she found wasn’t to difficult if she stood on her toes) she rested her chin on his right shoulder, which strangely hid her face from everyone but Guandio. “Don’t you agree Guandio?” Something about the way she had said it, gave the impression of a meaning behind it. ‘We may all want a piece of him, but we don’t all want it in our soup’ God knows how, but there it hung. Unspoken on the air. Perhaps it wasn’t in her voice, maybe, just maybe it was in her eyes.
She pouted slightly before releasing Quincy. Then proceeded to rub her tummy and in a rather soft voice said. “Breakfast?”
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