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Indeed. I think we're almost set. Now that we have the vague set of this, unless you wanna add more, I think we can do characters now.
Heheheheh, I can't wait to see what you come up with! Glad you liked the speech :P
LMAO :P Man, that was one of the most fun posts! I really can't wait to see Enasi's response :P What do you think of Harper's little speech?
Seishu sits quietly, a calm look on his face. However on the inside he begins banging his head against a wall. 'He really is the most CLUELESS guy I've ever met. How can a guy like him run an entire realm, I ask you, how!? Then again, I'm not actually completely sure I can help him. I don't absorb his emotions the way I do the others. But, I think if he can direct them to me, we may be able to get SOMEWHERE here. I can see the tangled mess in there now, and he really needs to do something about it' The silence begins to stretch a bit and Seishu resolves to just flat out smack the guy, verbally if not physically, if he can't figure out what Seishu's offering. 'I know why I'm offering, but this feel weird, and if he makes me actually say “Let me help you” I'm going to just barf' His eyebrow twitches at the thought, but finally the other man's head comes up again.
A smile comes to his lips, one that isn't exactly friendly, but it isn't threatening either. 'Ah, this is priceless. I can't resist' With a faint cough, his smile still in place he gives Enasi a rather amused look. “You don't know how? Well now, when you say it like that you make it sound much more intimate than I was thinking. It's almost like you think I was asking for sex.” He's careful to not look mean as he adds, “I was only thinking about having you vent, but if you think sex will help you to channel out all that confusion, frustration,and stress, I suppose we could give it a go.” His tone is completely serious as he keeps his gaze locked on his counterpart. His eyelids drop to half mast and he murmurs half to himself, “I suppose it would be a rather unique experience. . . .” He keeps his gaze steady, not moving a muscle as he waits.
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Down in the barracks Harper paces slowly back and forth in front of the few soldiers involved in the assassination attempt. The rest of the party is locked securely in the jail cells one building over as Lord Enasi instructed, but Harper is determined to find a more fitting punishment for his own men. 'I'm sure that being locked away and stripped would be very unpleasant, but these are my men. I trust them to watch my back in battle, to follow my orders. That they did such a thing, knowing very well that it is against out lord's wishes to do so. No, they need something else' The silence from their commander makes the soldiers more uncomfortable than if he's been yelling at them. Something about the quite sets them on edge, but they refrain from looking to one other, or moving at all for that matter. However, beads of sweat begin appearing on their foreheads and they all mourn internally at their plight.
At last he stops, his gaze turns to look from one set of uneasy eyes to the next. He turns, the five soldiers before him seeming to come even more to attention than before. He trails down the line with his sharp glare to the one on the far left. “Mado.”
“Sir yes sir!” the dream bear says on reflex.
“Mado, do you believe that what you intended to do was right and for the good of the realm?” His voice is cool but open, He want's the dream's honest answer.
Mado nods, “Sir, yes sir.”
Harper repeats the question down the line, and each soldier gives the same response. The rabbit man lets out a long sigh, a very tired look crossing his features. “You are all fools.” He says softly. His eyes snap up, all signs of tiredness gone from his visage. “I can not have fools in my army. You are all hereby stripped of your titles, ranks, and powers you have earned.” The decision is met with looks of hurt and disbelief. His glare however keeps them all silent. “I will try to rectify my mistake of letting fools into my army be retraining you. The training will be three times as harsh as the first time around,since obviously it wasn't good enough.” A smirk pulls at the corner of his moth, exposing his pearly white front teeth as he adds, “Though, the army is voluntary. If you do not want to undergo the training, you may leave now. However, this will mean that you are unwilling to follow the laws of this realm and you will join the others in the jail until Lord Enasi sees fit to release you. Afterward you will be unable to re-join the army at any time in the future, because I will know from your reluctance I can't trust you.”
Returning to his pacing Harper clasps his paws behind his back and continues speaking. “Should you decide to take up the training, know that along with being much more difficult, there will be extra training. It will be hard, fierce, and most of all, educational. I may even ask Seishu for some pointers, since his army seems to be for better trained than my own.” He recalls vividly how with just simple hand motions how the Guardian's second held complete control over his team. 'Perhaps I should ask Lord Enasi is I can make a team like that. It would mean less work for me in the long run' Stopping once again he turns to those assembled and barks, “So, what is it going to be? Who will step up and pull their heads out of their backsides?”
A smile comes to his lips, one that isn't exactly friendly, but it isn't threatening either. 'Ah, this is priceless. I can't resist' With a faint cough, his smile still in place he gives Enasi a rather amused look. “You don't know how? Well now, when you say it like that you make it sound much more intimate than I was thinking. It's almost like you think I was asking for sex.” He's careful to not look mean as he adds, “I was only thinking about having you vent, but if you think sex will help you to channel out all that confusion, frustration,and stress, I suppose we could give it a go.” His tone is completely serious as he keeps his gaze locked on his counterpart. His eyelids drop to half mast and he murmurs half to himself, “I suppose it would be a rather unique experience. . . .” He keeps his gaze steady, not moving a muscle as he waits.
~~~~*~~~~
Down in the barracks Harper paces slowly back and forth in front of the few soldiers involved in the assassination attempt. The rest of the party is locked securely in the jail cells one building over as Lord Enasi instructed, but Harper is determined to find a more fitting punishment for his own men. 'I'm sure that being locked away and stripped would be very unpleasant, but these are my men. I trust them to watch my back in battle, to follow my orders. That they did such a thing, knowing very well that it is against out lord's wishes to do so. No, they need something else' The silence from their commander makes the soldiers more uncomfortable than if he's been yelling at them. Something about the quite sets them on edge, but they refrain from looking to one other, or moving at all for that matter. However, beads of sweat begin appearing on their foreheads and they all mourn internally at their plight.
At last he stops, his gaze turns to look from one set of uneasy eyes to the next. He turns, the five soldiers before him seeming to come even more to attention than before. He trails down the line with his sharp glare to the one on the far left. “Mado.”
“Sir yes sir!” the dream bear says on reflex.
“Mado, do you believe that what you intended to do was right and for the good of the realm?” His voice is cool but open, He want's the dream's honest answer.
Mado nods, “Sir, yes sir.”
Harper repeats the question down the line, and each soldier gives the same response. The rabbit man lets out a long sigh, a very tired look crossing his features. “You are all fools.” He says softly. His eyes snap up, all signs of tiredness gone from his visage. “I can not have fools in my army. You are all hereby stripped of your titles, ranks, and powers you have earned.” The decision is met with looks of hurt and disbelief. His glare however keeps them all silent. “I will try to rectify my mistake of letting fools into my army be retraining you. The training will be three times as harsh as the first time around,since obviously it wasn't good enough.” A smirk pulls at the corner of his moth, exposing his pearly white front teeth as he adds, “Though, the army is voluntary. If you do not want to undergo the training, you may leave now. However, this will mean that you are unwilling to follow the laws of this realm and you will join the others in the jail until Lord Enasi sees fit to release you. Afterward you will be unable to re-join the army at any time in the future, because I will know from your reluctance I can't trust you.”
Returning to his pacing Harper clasps his paws behind his back and continues speaking. “Should you decide to take up the training, know that along with being much more difficult, there will be extra training. It will be hard, fierce, and most of all, educational. I may even ask Seishu for some pointers, since his army seems to be for better trained than my own.” He recalls vividly how with just simple hand motions how the Guardian's second held complete control over his team. 'Perhaps I should ask Lord Enasi is I can make a team like that. It would mean less work for me in the long run' Stopping once again he turns to those assembled and barks, “So, what is it going to be? Who will step up and pull their heads out of their backsides?”
As he moves deeper in a faint tingle sets up along the back of Dorian's neck. 'Closer to town than I thought it would be. It is definitly what we thought it was' He keeps walking, his head turning this way and that. Eventually he feels eyes on him. He follows the feeling but keeps his own gaze at eye level. 'This smell. . . Not even the salty breeze can cover up this much blood. Not to mention all the filth. This creature has no refinement' His pace is uneven as he leaves the path. Another peal of thunder strikes at his ears from overhead, the flash of the lightning muted by the thick branches high above. The static in the air adds to his own tension, his muscles prime for action. However none of this is reflected in his expression or movements.
'Do not need to spook it before I am close enough to grab it' His eyes snap to the ground as a small furry something darts past and down a hole at the base of a large tree. He stalks slowly after it, keeping his gaze down towards the small dark spot among the roots. When at last he reaches the tree he pauses. Reaching out he presses his fingers against the rough bark and as another bolt of lightning flashes overhead he looks up. Silhouetted by the blinding light the hunched figure of something high above draws a faint smirk to his lips. An instant later the light fades and his eyes adjust back to the darkness. He can see it more clearly now, the messy hair, the tattered clothing. 'Beneath that filth I suppose is a young man of twenty, or close to it. I wonder how long he's been out here. The rumors started around the last boat in, but did he come here on it? Or has he been traveling over land. . . Either way, he needs to come down so we may speak'
The faint pitter patter of rain reaches his ears before the first drops begin falling around the elder. His eyes remain locked on the figure above, his expression relaxed and patient. 'If he is young and just untrained, I do not suppose he has any idea what is going on with him. Being turned is often times very disorienting' Raising a hand he motions for the young man to come closer. 'I could go to him just fine, but it would be better if he would come to me. That and I an just not dressed for climbing today' He motions again, stepping back to clear a spot at the base of the tree should it desire to come all the way to the ground. The rain turns from gentle to torrential in less than a minute and Dorian prays that Horace is already in the stable.
'Do not need to spook it before I am close enough to grab it' His eyes snap to the ground as a small furry something darts past and down a hole at the base of a large tree. He stalks slowly after it, keeping his gaze down towards the small dark spot among the roots. When at last he reaches the tree he pauses. Reaching out he presses his fingers against the rough bark and as another bolt of lightning flashes overhead he looks up. Silhouetted by the blinding light the hunched figure of something high above draws a faint smirk to his lips. An instant later the light fades and his eyes adjust back to the darkness. He can see it more clearly now, the messy hair, the tattered clothing. 'Beneath that filth I suppose is a young man of twenty, or close to it. I wonder how long he's been out here. The rumors started around the last boat in, but did he come here on it? Or has he been traveling over land. . . Either way, he needs to come down so we may speak'
The faint pitter patter of rain reaches his ears before the first drops begin falling around the elder. His eyes remain locked on the figure above, his expression relaxed and patient. 'If he is young and just untrained, I do not suppose he has any idea what is going on with him. Being turned is often times very disorienting' Raising a hand he motions for the young man to come closer. 'I could go to him just fine, but it would be better if he would come to me. That and I an just not dressed for climbing today' He motions again, stepping back to clear a spot at the base of the tree should it desire to come all the way to the ground. The rain turns from gentle to torrential in less than a minute and Dorian prays that Horace is already in the stable.
Yer guy is cute :P What do you think of mine?
Oki doki, I'll get my reply up soon. Just letting you know though, this is a lot quicker than I normally respond(Due to RL constraints) so don't get use to it :P Oh, and yer intro is good! I have this vision of my guy knocking him out of the tree with a rock, but I'm not going to do that :P It was just a funny little thing in my brain :P I do :P a lot :P
I like the idea of the adviser/s trying to take over secretly. Maybe a few of them in cahoots, or just one of them, with connections to his/their own supernatural force/s. Maybe not a vampire, but something else that'll give him/them an edge.
'Why be modest now? Well all this nudity was involuntary and I may have been shy about this before but now it brings up unpleasant memories? That's why the modesty' Amano looks past the demon out the window. 'He'll go get me clothes? That'll be nice. He really seems to be full service' The young man shakes his head at the foolish notion, covering the tender flesh of his new brand with his palm. 'It's as big as my hand' He muses absentmindedly. Amano begins thinking desperately for something for Illiendi to do that wouldn't seem menial when he chokes slightly at the man's words. His body flushed and he looks to Illiendi. The tone in his voice sends Amano's mind to rather different places than he's use to and he bites his bottom lip softly.
“My, um, my address is 401 Crescent. My rooms on the second floor looking out over the alley. I, um, don't think anyone will be around aside for the servants.” Scooting over to the bed he yanks off the blanket, the sheet having been commandeered, and throws it over his shoulders. Pulling it tight he clears his throat. “I would be very grateful to you if you would retrieve some clothing for me, yes, and um, while you are gone I will try to think of something for you to do. . .For me. . .That won't bore you to death, heh.” He swallows hard, looking to the room's other occupant with a sort of sheepish half smile. “I don't know what kind of. . Mast. . . I will make either, but I will do my best.” Taking a deep breath he kneels gently on to the bed and turns so he can sit with his back against the headboard. One hand comes out from under the blanket and he rubs his temples firmly. 'This is so weird. . . .'
“My, um, my address is 401 Crescent. My rooms on the second floor looking out over the alley. I, um, don't think anyone will be around aside for the servants.” Scooting over to the bed he yanks off the blanket, the sheet having been commandeered, and throws it over his shoulders. Pulling it tight he clears his throat. “I would be very grateful to you if you would retrieve some clothing for me, yes, and um, while you are gone I will try to think of something for you to do. . .For me. . .That won't bore you to death, heh.” He swallows hard, looking to the room's other occupant with a sort of sheepish half smile. “I don't know what kind of. . Mast. . . I will make either, but I will do my best.” Taking a deep breath he kneels gently on to the bed and turns so he can sit with his back against the headboard. One hand comes out from under the blanket and he rubs his temples firmly. 'This is so weird. . . .'
Don't worry, it gives me more to answer my many other role plays :P
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