[color=6ecff6][b][h3]Reverio Galand [/h3][/b][/color]


There were things which he wanted to discuss in regards to Nightman however, but also learn more of Ken and Chinami. If they had all been selected at random, or if they were chosen. Then the looming question, was Nightman working alone? The blonde unlocked the door leading into his humble apartment, he wanted to take a shower but he decided to take one in the morning instead, not wanting to sleep with his hair all wet.

As he undressed and slid into his bed, which was not a mattress on the floor. Those Izumo people really made some bad choices with their beds and their kitchen utensils. Despite having won the battle of the day, why did it also feel like a defeat? He had not wanted to kill Nightman to begin with. But the doctor had made him remember that which he had tried to keep locked away in his mind.

[color=6ecff6][i]'Why do I still feel doubt. Is there still hope for humankind?  I don't know anymore. Indecisiveness is a terrible thing...'[/i][/color] The blueyed young man placed his arms above his head as he lay down in his bed, his eyes fell on the ceiling.

[color=6ecff6][i]'Some things were so much clearer back then...'[/i][/color] Rev allowed his eyes to close as his mind traversed back to memories of a not too distant past.





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[color=fff200][b]"The master of the mask"[/b][/color] [color=fff200][i]Reverio backstory part 2/3. Starring: Liger du Main, King Marlan Maressan, Princess Lalamarie de Cloverhart and Lord Gilbert, the duke of D'Contre.[/i][/color]

[color=fff200][b][i]In the King's private dressingroom[/i][/b][/color]


[b]"Here we go again..."[/b] The King sighed out deeply, overlooking the attire that had been chosen and designed by the court officials. Like most other things of the Kingdom of Vauquelin.

[b]"Look at the bright side, your majesty. You will be the most colourful thing in the room."[/b] The peasant prince said in a jesting tone of voice, amusement written all over his face.

[b]"That's what I feared. Who ever thought to mix pink and green together? Most royals end up wearing red or yellow, and in some cases blue. But this?"[/b] The King said in a highly disapproving manner, as he indicated the intricate but snot green and baby pink masquerade attire.

[b]"At least the mask is golden."[/b] The king's brother replied, as he helped the king tie the ribbons of his shoes.

[b]"If only I could live every day of my life wearing another mask, that would have been a dream come true..."[/b] The king blew some air out through his mouth, causing his hair to flicker upwards, slightly ruining the perfectly arranged hair which they had styled for him for hours.

[b]"Don't you believe it would become a sad existance being a person without a face, your majesty?"[/b] The peasant prince smiled softly as he rose up from his kneeling position, to help the king with the unnecessary corset which came with his attire.

[b]"Ahh.. my brother, can't we swap costumes? Yours does look much more comfortable, not to mention it isn't green or pink. Or both!"[/b] The King said aloud in a gasping manner, but there were a joking tone to his voice.

[b]"But your majesty, that would mean you would miss out on your dance with the princess."[/b] The brother turned servant said in a reminding manner, as he tied the last strap on the King's attire. [b]"Speaking of which, she should be heading into this room at any moment, your majesty."[/b]

[b]"You are right, I can't abandon her in this, and it is my duty to bear this crown, not yours. Have you ever thought of yourself in my place? What would you have done differently?"[/b] The King asked, as curiousity got the better of him. His brother was known to always provide him with an answer, usually one which sat very well with him. Though at times he had no doubt wondered if they were truthful.

[b]"Your majesty..."[/b] The peasant prince stopped mid-sentence. [b]"I have never imagined myself being in your place, but If I were, your majesty. With outmost respect. I would have done precisely what you've been doing."[/b] Liger du Main offered a respectful bow to the King. 

[b]"But what have I done? The common folk are unhappy with me, the nobles are only concerned with grabbing more political power and wealth. War with Yekaterina is a potentiality not to be overlooked, if one is to believe Lord Gilbert."[/b] The king lamented. Lord Gilbert was an influencial man in the Kingdom of Vauquelin, a rich man, both in material and political matters. Yet he was a strong supporter of the royals. In the common people's view, he could even have been considered to be the regent for the young king.

[b]"Not all things happening in the world is because of your majesty. Sometimes things spiral out of control and all you can do at the time is to go along with it and make the best out of it. Perhaps you should consider taking up more time writing poems and rhymes? It won't solve said issues for the kingdom, but it may temporary relieve your majesty's worries."[/b] The peasant prince suggested, knowing fully well that the King himself wasn't as fond of those things, in stark comparison to his servant brother.

[b]"Hah! I am not that desperate, dear brother. Those things give me headaches, mostly because I do not know what they should be about."[/b] The King said with a slight chuckle, looking at his both hands, and how every finger had been decorated with the finest of jewelry.

[b]"It's easy once you get the hang of it, your majesty. It is all a matter of getting into the feeling of it, try to think of experiences you've had and your feelings about them."[/b] Liger explained while he brought a handmirror to the King so he could inspect his appearance.

[b]"What experiences? The dull seven hour dining banter with those emissaries from Albion? Come to think of it, I would rather have eaten the poisoned pastries which I was told they brought with them. If only to not having to listen to their culinary massacre."[/b] The king shook his head as he thought about it in horror. Pudding. A thing which could be used as a weapon in the right hands. The King allowed his focus to shift to his handmirror. "Do you know why I dislike seeing my reflection, dear brother?" The King asked.

[b]"Your majesty, surely the Albion cuisine isn't that bad. But they do smell bad. As for why your majesty is displeased with the reflection? Could it be because it reminds your majesty of his illsuited brother?"[/b] Liger asked with a fake smile on his lips, his hands behind his back as he looked into the same mirror the king was.

[b]"Certainly not! It is because I cannot stand to see the sight of myself. How despite having this crown and scepter, I am unable to qwell the problems of my Kingdom. Sometimes I cannot help but feel that someday they will all be fed up with me."[/b] The King had a solemn look on his face as he put down the mirror on a nearby table, before rising out of the royal stool which he had been seated.

[b]"Your majesty, you must not worry, if such a day will come I will be there for you. I am, and shall always be your shadow."[/b] The peasant prince raised his right hand to his chest, right over to where his heart were before providing a butlerlike bow to his royal brother. The king, who was often moved by his brother's very reassuring words was about to reply, when there was an announcement at the double-sided doors leading into the chambers. 

[b]"Announcing her royal highness, Princess Lalamarie de Cloverhart."[/b] A pious sounding and high strung guardsman announced, while another played a small trumpet. Two other servants opened the doublesided doors and in strode a young lady with determined steps.

[b]"Your majesty, your bethrothed has come to meet you~! I am so lucky to have such a handsome King~ Ohohoho~ I see your majesty still have a tail."[/b] The princess said aloud, while waving her fan at herself, her long blue and white dress was large enough to likely fit three people under it. Her red eyes scanned the King's attire. Soon she was accompanied by two female servants which each carried two big fans which they used to help the princess feel cool.

[b]"You are beautiful, Lala. Are you ready for the dance? And what do you mean with tail?"[/b] The King blinked and looked over his terribly designed attire for any sign of a tail.

[b]"Him."[/b] The princess said in quick succession, pointing a finger towards the King's brother. Liger du Main. [b]"He is constantly tagging after you as if he was a tail, It makes me wonder if he is going to be there when you invite me to your royal chambers. Fufu~"[/b] The princess waved over a male servant which was carrying various refreshments. Whereof the princess quickly grabbed two sticks with tasty treats and a soft drink.

[b]"Lala, he is my brother. He is my royal aide and friend. I trust him with my life. Surely the princess won't mind that he is going to also accompany us to the ball."[/b] The King explained with a soft smile, as he turned to give his brother a slight wink. There was a sense of playfulness getting the better of him, despite all the worries and problems the King and the kingdom he was serving had.

[b]"Ara ara~ Well I hope he will not steal your majesty for the dance? My you are so handsome~ But who did your attire? You may have to banish someone after tonight."[/b] Lalamarie laughed softly as she went closer to the King, taking hold of his hand while giving his servant brother a look which clearly read. 'Back off'.



[color=fff200][i]Later in the evening...[/i][/color]

The ball had proceeded as planned, there had been music, drinks and food in overflow. The ballroom had been affected by a zone of gift negation, projected by the most elite of guardsmen. To prevent unnecessary accidents or gods forbid. Assassination attempts. The various display of coloured outfits and masked dancers filling the great hall's floor. Nobles had been invited and even their servants, for those were considered accessories rather than actual people to most influencial people.

Lord Gilbert had his grand speech about the grandeur of the royal family, how the kingdom was prospering and how the future would be bright indeed. Both the king and the peasant prince couldn't help but to disagree. It was a true masquerade, a deception. Yet those which had all the things of the world didn't care, for they couldn't be bothered with problems other than those affecting themselves. The King had taken his eleventh dance with the princess when suddenly things would take a change of turns. The peasant prince himself was not found on the dancefloor, he was standing in the front row line watching all the dancer, but more specifically the royal duo. That someone like Liger du Main, which had the same status as servantfolk was permitted to stand next to the nobles in the line was something most of the nobles found horrid.

They looked upon him as if he was a disease or a disgusting piece of art, their furrowed eyebrows, wrinkled noses and raised napkins was signs enough for it. The peasant prince however chose to ignore them, he had other things on his mind than having to care for what some nobles thought of him. King Maressan and Princess Cloverhart was in the spotlight of the evening, not only for the nobles, for the peasant prince, Lord Gilbert and the guards. But for one dark clothed and black masked man which strode into the crowd of dancers just as the music had come to a pause.

From his pocket he drew a dagger and then shoved a dancing woman out of his pathway as he made a quick dash towards the King and his princess, as they just turned around to spot the assailant. But he was approaching so fast. The brother of the king ran out from the line of people and managed to trip the man, but the masked assailant quickly rose back up and was about to resume his charge. That's when Lord Gilbert stepped forth and drew his foreign 'handcannon', sending a single round metallic ball into the masked assailant. Shooting him dead on the spot.

[b]"Your majesty! Are you allright?!"[/b] Lord Gilbert yelled, as he holstered his weapon and leaned down to confirm the assailant was indeed dead. Guards began to swarm the floor, and began to form a protective formation around the king and the princess. Amidst the ensuing panic of the nobles running off in various directions, and the servants being pushed out of their paths, the peasant prince was shoved back and down on the ground by two guards.

[b]"Keep your distance!"[/b] The guard yelled in his face. The peasant prince gave a narrow eyed stare towards the guard, then it fell upon Lord Gilbert which now was the one with the majority of focus on him.

Soon the ballroom was back into order and the would be assassin was taken out of the place by order of Lord Gilbert. King Maressan and princess Lalamarie found themselves watching their evening being completely ruined. The King's eyes then fell on his servant brother, which he could recognize by attire alone. [b]"Dear brother, over here. Let him through!"[/b] The King demanded to a few guards which were not eager to let the peasant princce near their sovereign.

[b]"Are you allright, your majesty? Your highness? I managed to trip the man. Sorry, I should have been the one to take him down. Good thing Lord Gilbert was present."[/b] Liger said, yet the King knew that Liger did indeed not like Lord Gilbert the slightest. To the peasant prince, Lord Gilbert was one of the reasons why the kingdom was in peril. It was his constant meddling in the royal affairs that kept ruining everything.

[b]"I- I think so. Lala? Are you allright? What about you dear brother? Did you get injured?"[/b] The King asked in quick succession.

[b]"Ohoho~ Your majesty, with you by my side what could I possibly be worried about? Some good for nothing ruffian trying to interupt our dance, good riddance to him and all like him."[/b] The princess was brutal, but honest in her opinion, as her gaze shifted to the peasant prince. No doubt the prince felt that in her eyes, he was just another one of those ruffians.

[b]"I'm unharmed your majesty, thank you."[/b] The prince nodded deeply.


Little did Reverio know, that this was the last ball he, his brother and the princess would attend. Soon the ultimate betrayal would find it's aim true.
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