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@AsgardianLord19; I made a character who has... certain ties to that house, and to Thor both personally and intimately... heh. If you wanna look over what I've done, her CS is in the Character tab- it's Enchantress

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@TheUnknowable; it will be oh so satisfying, but at the same time, she wants to kill Wade herself thanks to him annoying her more times than none... I believe I referred to him in her CS as "the brother she never really wanted" x'D

But then on the other hand, Scott is one of her weaknesses too... so double edged sword on that one x'3

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@TheUnknowable; this tournament that House M is gunna be hosting- it's gunna be a real conflict for Jean right off the bat xD

On one hand she'll wanna go cause, well, it's him, loll, but on the other hand, she's done what she can to cut all ties with his house...

Jean: Gods damn it to hell -throws invitation to the side- why does he have to make getting over him so damn hard..!

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@TheUnknowable; I'm really looking forward to the interactions between Scott and Jean- its going to be so much fun..!

♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

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Simba Lionhart, Kidagakash Nedakh and Aasim Folami

♦ Atlantis - Rivenspire ♦

Interacting With: Each other.

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Squinting his eyes tighter before letting them slide open slowly, Simba lifted up his arm, using his forearm to cover up his eyes as the afternoon sun filtered in through the cut-out windows that weren't covered up by the nearly transparent curtains. Resting his arm down, he jerked it back away feeling something cool and damp connecting with his skin. Furrowing his brows, causing the skin on his forehead to move, he suddenly became aware of a soft pressure resting on his head; what felt like a wet rag to keep his otherwise warm body temperature at a tolerable level. Groaning a bit as his eyes re-opened, his stomach muscles flexed on his bare abdomen - his shirt had been removed at some point - as he raised himself up to a sitting position. The wet rag slid down his face, covering up his eyes for a moment before his mind was able to register what was going on and used his hand to take the wet rag off.

The first thing he noticed was the fire crackling in the stone hearth a couple of feet away from him, his brown shirt hanging over a wooden pole laid horizontally to dry, his white pants still on his person (which he was eternally grateful for) but practically dry from his close proximity to the flames. It was then, after noticing the fire, that Simba realized that he was inside, and not just in a cave.

Like a ton of bricks, everything came down on his mind with impenetrable force. The girl, the hidden city, the bond, the... memories that were not his own. Blinking his bright blue eyes, Simba's head spun on a swivel, trying to place where he was (though he had a pretty good idea already) and where the girl had gone off to.

Lifting her hand up, Kida allowed her slender fingers to run back through her long pure white locks, pushing them back and off her face as she once more crossed the room she called her own, her hips swaying lightly from side to side; the woman no longer looking like the warrior she had been, but as the Queen she was expected to be as she extended her arm, using it to sweep away the material hanging over the door so that she could duck under, her bright crystalline blue eyes falling upon the outsiders figure as she stepped further inside, a small smile playing over her lips causing her features to soften with the knowledge that he was indeed alright.

"You are awake- I hope you are well; you have been out for quite some time, Tarzan."

Moving further into the room, she wandered past him, her bare feet carrying her over to a table which held a bowl full of different fruits and a pitcher with a few goblets to go with it and its contents; reaching out towards it, she grabbed up the jug, being sure to pour each of them some water before she returned to his side, extending one of the goblets out for him to take as she held his gaze, the sash of her outfit swinging lightly from side to side with each and every movement made, "Your attire was soaked through by the waters of the cave. I did all that I could to dry them, however, I had Kerchak fetch you a change of clothes should you wish to make use of them."

The corner of Simba's eye caught a glimpse of white. Turning his head to spot the woman, who he now just understood was named Kidagakash Nedakh (apparently she wasn't swearing at him earlier) but more importantly than that, he noticed her clothing... or lack thereof. He could feel his ears filling with blood, turning them into a brilliant shade of red that was thankfully covered up by his long mess of blonde hair, though he didn't have the same luxury for hiding the blush on his cheeks that ran down his neck and into his chest. As a boy, Simba didn't really remember being around women enough to know what, well what a woman looked like, and frankly his child-like mind hadn't even stopped to think upon it as the years turned him into a man. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but this... this wasn't it. And thirteen years of being away from people altogether, let alone females, just drove him into more confusion... and curiosity. All he knew was that women, back in The Pride Lands, were regarded with grace and beauty, their bodies to be embraced and left little to cover as clothing would disgrace what the Gods had given them. But to a child, it was simply second nature, and not another thought to their bodies. Until now.

Her word were completely droned out. Simba hadn't heard a single syllable she had said to him as all he could do was stare, feeling very much like the curious little boy he had been before being banished to the wilderness but his adult mind stayed his tongue. She wasn't acting any differently, from what he could tell, and now that he was awake and their closeness opening up their bond again, he could feel her calm demeanor, helping to calm down himself... a little... so he pushed past it and forced his eyes to look up and at the woman.

"Kidagakash... that is your name..." He said with a new wave of understanding. Sitting up on the bed a bit straighter, he looked around the room with more interest now, taking in the size and it's contents rather than just looking for a single thing and then happened upon the man standing there. He was slightly taken aback, startled, but Kidagakash trusted him. He could feel it as though it were his own trust for the man he did not know. So he continued to survey the scenery, listening to his heart and mind, making sense of the pieces she was giving him through their bond. "And this... this is your home... Atlantis..." Moving his blue eyes back to her, his eyes lowered down the strong lines of her neck, coming to rest on the blue crystal resting between her breasts (somehow managing to keep his eyes on the crystal). "And that... that is your life source, or at least... a small part of it..."

Simba raised his hand to his head, rubbing his temple as he felt his brain beginning to pulse, though not quite the same thing as a headache. He had experienced this only once before with his friend Timon when he was on a rant on the smell of the buffalo herd and he had severed their bond then to keep his own sanity for a couple of minutes. But that was very small-scale compared to this. Bonding with another human was turning out to be a very, very bad idea...

"But then... you're not human, are you? You really are four-hundred and seventy-two..." He stated, following his train of thought and speaking it out loud after a small pause.

Nodding her head lightly in understanding to what it was that he was saying to her, Kida let the soft smile that already played over her lips to grow ever so slightly, her gaze dropping to look at the goblet she had been offering before she brought it back, placing both of them down onto the table behind her- there had been a slight change in his expression... in his emotions... she could feel it; the strange feelings seeping through the bond they shared with one another causing her own cheeks to take on a soft red tinge as she let her eyes flick back up, her gaze lingering upon his bare chest for what felt like a lifetime... He was just so... different to the men she knew from the city...

"..my name is Kidagakash Nedakh; Queen of Atlantis. I brought you to my palace, Tarzan, so that you may rest, and be well again." Pausing for a moment, she brought her hand up, pressing her fingers lightly against the crystal that hung around her neck, "..I had attempted to use its power to heal your wounds; however, I soon came to the conclusion that you were merely sleeping, and suffering no pain..."

Moving herself away from where she stood in front of the table, she let her arm fall back to her side before she moved, her body gracefully kneeling down beside him over the cushions before she brought her hands together, resting them gently in her lap, "..and you are correct; though I am still only young- nothing more than a teenager... In truth, my mother and father should still be within rule, and I only now beginning to learn what I must to take their place on the throne; however, they are no longer with us... so responsibility falls to me as their only child."

Simba was doing a good job of paying attention to what it is she had to say, as well as feeling the serenity she herself was putting out there through the feeble bond that he could still feel holding on. But then, she said his name. Well... not his name, but the name he had given himself after he had run away from The Pride Lands. He didn't recall ever giving her his name. Their communication had been so brief before he had tried to bond them... So perhaps that was it. She had learned his self-given name by the bond. It was remarkable, really. Her mind-power was much more advanced than a meerkat and a warthog. But there was still so much to learn about her, so much to learn about this place she had brought him to.

"I, uh... a teenager...?" He was just repeating words now, he didn't know what they meant, or what she was trying to imply until she brought up her parents and how she was still learning how to rule the city. The sudden connection to his own past life calmed his mind once more, helping him to relax despite the man in the room quietly spectating. "I... I'm sorry to hear that..." He replied earnestly, unable to help the dip in his head as his own mind traveled back to the night he had witnessed his own father's death; by the blade of his very own uncle, though the mental walls he had built up about those memories and everything beyond were impenetrable, she would not be able to read them even if she had the know-how like himself and even Rafiki. Even after thirteen years, his own two best friends Timon and Pumbaa didn't know who he was, not really.

Shifting slightly in place, Kida lowered her gaze down to her hands as she began to play with the end of the sash that was rested over her lap, her fingers lightly thumbing at the light blue material while he spoke, the young woman doing what she could to give him the space she believed him to need until few of his words managed to catch her attention causing her to lift her gaze up to meet with his.

"You need not apologize..." Dropping her gaze once again, she lifted her shoulders ever so slightly before dropping them in a light shrug- there was no need for him to apologize for such things; especially when they had happened over three hundred years prior, and at the hand of a disaster none had seen coming, "..it was something that could not be stopped. The ocean... it grew angered and attacked the city; there was nothing we could do..."

He was quiet for a few moments, letting the new information sink in with the learned information from the bond they shared. Then, something struck his mind. She was royalty... just as he used to be. And by living as a royal for the younger part of his years, he had been (forcibly) taught the proper way to greet another royal.

Standing from the bed and extending his hand, Simba offered it to her for her to take, making sure to reach out with his mind to make use of the bond that was now instilled to help her understand what it was for, and took her hand in his in a light shake.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your Majesty." he said softly, though firmly, having to rack his brains for the proper way to greet royalty that used to be embedded into his mind like second nature so many years ago, when he had thought it was pointless, boring and dull. Remembering then that there was still one more thing he needed to do, he hesitated before turning her hand in his and kissed the top of it. He half expected his tongue to hang out with a "yuck" as he had done so many times before back home. But to his surprise, the reflex to want to gag never came, and instead it felt... right.

Widening her eyes as she felt his lips pressing softly against her skin, Kida's soft pink lips parted ever so slightly from one another, her already red cheeks flushing a brighter shade as she felt her heart freezing in her chest leaving the young woman unsure of what to make of just what it was he was doing, "..u-uh..."

Lingering in the moment for slightly longer than she probably should, she pulled herself away, lifting herself back up to her feet and causing her hand to slip from his own in the process, her free hand lifting to press lightly against her cheek as she turned her body away to instead present him with her profile- she was flustered by the situation, but why..? What about him had her reacting in such ways..?

"..there-... there are clothes upon the table for you to wear... should you wish to change your attire that is..." Biting down softly upon her lower lip as she caught Kerchak's gaze from the other side of the room, she furrowed her brows, doing what she could to understand just what was going on within her mind as she turned herself away, allowing her feet to carry her out the room and into the hall. They would join her... but only when they were good and ready to do so...

Turning his neck a bit, bending at his torso, Simba looked back over his shoulder at the pile of blue and gold cloth that she had laid out for him at some point. Turning back to nod and thank her properly, he instead saw her backside, watching her hips sway as she exited the room quietly.

Kerchak stood by and watched over his Queen as she spoke with the stranger. He had to hold back his instincts to come between them when he reached for her hand. It would take a lot of willpower for Kerchak to treat Tarzan so that the Queen would not experience his discomfort. He stood by the door and waited for Kida to leave the room before approaching the outsider.

“Kida may welcome you warmly, but I do not share her welcome. If you didn’t bond with her you would be dead right now. For centuries our people have protected this city from outsiders like yourself; you’ve been given an opportunity that they weren’t. If you betray our people, or our Queen, your opportunity ends.”

"Um..." Simba's eyes opened a bit wider, the soft blues looking Kerchak up and down a few times as if trying to gauge if his threat were genuine. Simba swallowed back the lump that was growing in his throat when he realized the man wasn't bluffing. He had seen that same look in the eye from his Uncle... back when he had been young enough to think that he wasn't serious. Gods, how wrong he had been...

Fighting the memory image of watching mass amounts of blood spurting from his fathers chest where his Uncle had run him through, Simba shook his head, closing his eyes a bit to help right himself and then looked back to Kerchak.

"This place is starting to feel more and more like home..." It may have come across as sarcastic, but Simba meant it. He was wanted dead back in The Pride Lands as well. And already, here in Atlantis, he was overstaying his welcome. "Words are well received. I shall keep them in mind." he added on, this time much more genuine sounding.

“Good. So long as you understand.” Kerchak glared at him for a moment before turning around to leave this room and meet his Queen. He saw pain in the boy’s eyes while he was in there, but it made him feel no different. He walked up to Kida in the hall.

“Now we wait for our guest” Kerchak said reluctantly.

Wolves of Red Lake (Closed ignore this thread)

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Syleste Astrea Nioré

Location: Red Lake Music School.
^{Interacting With: Cleo D'Nile (@Damo021), Kim Hansson (@Zhaliora).
Songs: None.}

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Erik-… Erik spoke about her..?

Lifting her head back up so that she was able to look over in the direction she could hear Kim’s voice coming from, Syleste listened to what it was the woman had to say, her soft pink lips parting ever so slightly and her cheeks taking on a gentle pink tinge at the compliment- so Erik believed that she was able to play at an advanced level… he’d mentioned it to her a few times before, but she’d only ever though he was being nice- encouraging her to do better like any other person would. It was just what everyone did- her teachers… her friends… her mother… She had always taken it humbly; tried not to let it get to her head. After all, she was nothing special.

Almost forgetting completely that Cleo was even in the room; she jumped, the sound of her friends voice filling the room catching her off guard and causing her to turn her attention back down to her hands, her shoulders hunching over ever so slightly as she nodded her head lightly in understanding- of course Cleo was in trouble… but then again, when wasn’t she..?

“..you aren’t interrupting anything, Cleo- but I’ll wait for you here. Heh… I should probably try and get some more practice in anyway.” Lifting her head up, she couldn’t help the gentle smile that crossed over her lips at her words, letting her friend know that it was okay before she turned her attention back over to where Kim was once more addressing her, the light pink waves bouncing lightly upon her back as she nodded her head in agreement, “Of course- feel free to stay as long as you like.”

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♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

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Isabella De’ fortesque and Adam Potts

♦ Lupinis Castle - Lupinis, Rivenspire ♦

Interacting With: Each other, and Queen Mother Agatha Potts (Mrs. Potts).

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The journey had been a long one… though the very sight of the beautiful castle looming overhead was a godsend in both her heart and mind- she was tired… and was more than sure that Phillipe was just as in need of a rest as she was. Letting go of the reigns with one hand, Isabella lifted it up to the hood of her cloak, holding the material for a few moments before she pulled it further down over her face, shielding it almost completely from view before she continued onward, gently nudging her horse in the sides with her heels in an attempt to urge him forward and through the gates that led up to the castle itself.

She couldn’t say exactly what had drawn her to the Kingdom of Lupinis- the constant dreams showing her the exact path to take… the rumors of a monstrous beast roaming the lands... maybe it was just a combination of the both of them; she couldn’t tell, but there was just something that had pushed her to make the journey... and whatever it was, she was going to find out.

Slowing to a stop once she was at the foot of the stairs to the castle, Isabella drew her leg back over the horse, stepping down before she turned to look up at the stunning grand structure standing tall in front of her- it was daunting… It wasn’t as though she hadn’t been to other Kingdoms before; she lived and worked in a castle that once used to be her own… but this-… this felt different somehow…

Turning her gaze over to a few men from under her hood as they approached her, she hesitated but a moment before reluctantly handing the reigns over to them so that they could tend to Phillipe; letting her attention turn back up to the castle, Belle lifted her head up, her hand coming up to slowly lower her hood down off her head so that she could get a better look at it- even if she didn’t get the chance to hunt down the beast that roamed the Kingdom, then maybe… just maybe she might be able to get some answers about the dreams she had been having for as long as she could remember…

"Hey hey hey! Easy! Take proper care when receiving the animal, especially from a guest!" a lone voice rang out. Though not entirely reprimanding, it was full of passion. Clearly the speaker showed more concern for Isabella's horse than the guards did.

A man hurried towards their location, tall in stature but even underneath the scarves and layers of colorful cloth, it was clear that he was built well. He approached the armored guard who held the reigns and began to point things out on Phillipe.

"See there? The ears are back, and the tail is swishing... you're causing him a lot of stress guiding him like that. Relax your hold on his reigns - don't sneer. Horses are to be respected and will respect you in return."

Adjusting one of his scarves, watching on with bright blue eyes, the man sighed softly as the guard and a few others resumed by taking Phillipe into the stalls.

"And get him a bushel of apples!"

Those eyes…

Staying silent through the exchange, Belle let her gaze flick from the man who had come to intervene in her horses care, and the castle guard whom had come to take and care for Phillipe after their long journey across both Kingdoms and waters, before she once more settled her attention upon the man standing before her- but there was just something about those eyes of his… they were so perfect, so blue; so-… so familiar…

“..détendre mon cher, Phillipe…” Her voice was soft… gentle as she spoke out to the creature, taking another moment to just stare at the man before finally, her attention tore away from him, settling on her horse who had calmed down enough to stop and look back at his master, “..I shall tend to you soon at the stables; until then, be patient and be good…”

"He's a fine steed, miss." the man admired, still watching the horse until it was out of sight before turning to look at her fully for what seemed like the first time. "Rest assured, he will be taken care of well while he is here." Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave her a firm nod.

There was barking in the distance, causing his gaze to break with hers and for his head to turn back, watching as a rather large dog came bounding their way, kicking up the snow as it plowed through it. The barks were happy, and it's prancing joyful as he finally came to the man's side. The small tail was wagging furiously, and the happiness in its eyes gave no indication that the hound was cold despite clumps of snow clinging onto sections of its thick fur.

"I was starting to wonder where you went off to... find some squeaks, didja boy?" the man asked the animal, taking a minute to ruffle the fur on the top of his head. He was then met by a simple, singular bark before the dog ventured off towards Isabella, sniffing at her feet.

Nodding softly in understanding to his words about her horse, Isabella turned her attention down to the dog sniffing about at her feet, the large canine’s antics and tail whipping back and forth quickly out of its excitement causing a small smile to play over her lips as she crouched down, bringing herself down to its level before she reached out, allowing it a few moments to grow used to her before finally, she began to shower it with attention, her hands rubbing over its fur as she once more spoke out loud, her voice keeping the soft bell like tone to it as she did.

“..I shall be sure to hold you to your word; Phillipe is my pride and joy… it would break my heart to see him treated as anything less than family…”

Waiting a few moments longer after she had finished speaking, she lifted her attention up from where she had been looking at the dog, her gaze once more meeting with that of the man in front of her before she stood up tall, her arms once more returning to her side and back under her cloak as she let her head bow lightly in respect, “..you have my gratitude for your kindness.”

The man held up a hand, as if to stop her words.

"No thanks are necessary. I know what you mean. I've a horse of my own I would consider the same. Traveling here and there... he hasn't been tended to with the respect and provisions he deserves. I simply can not stand by and watch while I witness another's being treated in the same way."

Shifting in the snow a bit as a brisk breeze suddenly blew through, though only to die off again, the man returned his hand to his chest, tucking it under his opposite arm.

"Where do you travel from, Miss-?"

“De’ fortesque.”

Lifting one of her hands up from where it was rested down by her side, Isabella lightly brushed some stray strands of her long and wavy dark locks back off of her face, neatly tucking them back behind her ear before nodding her head in respect of the introduction she was making, “My name is Isabella De’ fortesque- I travel from the Kingdom of Avonlea.”

Something lurched in his stomach then. That name... The man found himself staring at Isabella even more intently than he had been before, his ice-blue eyes almost piercing her browns as though he were trying to see through her.

"You don't say..." It was a single, almost empty reply, but before either of them had much of a chance to stew on it, the man uncrossed his arms, pressed a fist to his chest and bowed slightly to her.

"And I am Prince Adam Le- uh- Potts..." Adam winced at his own stupidity. Thirteen years of being the adopted son of the family he now knew to be his, even having taken on their name, and now, of all times, for that fractional second he almost reverted to his birth-given name.

But it couldn't be. Belle? His Belle that belonged to him the duration of a single day before... No. He wouldn't think about what happened. Not again.

His eyes met intently with hers again, looking for a fraction of recognition to his name, who he was... something! He didn't want to believe the stories to be true... didn't want to believe that everyone from his past had forgotten about him.

But when there wasn't anything, Adam held his face and pushed forward. It was entirely possible that he wasn't asking the right questions.

"What brings you to Lupinis, Isabella of Avonlea?"

His eyes looked over her once more, though much less steely. This time, he took a moment to simply look at her, trying to find the soft, fourteen-year-old girl he had fallen in love with. It was difficult - her face held strong lines, her complexion almost hard. Her body had filled out to a woman's (not that he minded) making him wonder for that brief moment just what the hell Gaston had done to her to make her this way.

“I have heard tale of a fearsome beast which roams these lands… I am the Kings ward; however, I am also a head Knight by occupation, and a hunter by trade.” She couldn’t help it… the small smirk that then played over her lips at the thought of such a magnificent kill- one that she would proudly remove the head of, before mounting over the mantle in her study as a trophy, “How could such a challenge not draw my attention..? I have learned everything I know from the best- both the current, and late Kings of Avonlea; and I never miss a kill…”

Her smirk grew, her arms both lifting up to cross over her chest, pride seeming to emanate from every inch of her very being as she thought over the years of hunting she had been put through; all the hard work, all the training… it had all been worth it the day she had first been taken out only to return with her first kill, “I look forward to mounting another head upon the mantle of my study.”

It would be glorious- the look upon Gaston’s face when she returned victorious to Avonlea; though the feeling remained short lived as thoughts of her ever occurring dreams filled her mind, causing her smirk to falter slightly and for her to turn her head down and away from him, “..I have… other reasons for finding myself in your Kingdom, Prince Adam… though I fear you would not believe me should I speak them aloud…”

The beast? Of course that's what would bring the two of them together again - the very thing that drove them apart in the first place. Adam tried not to react to her reply, though his mind was reeling with the new information she had just given him. Clayton, Gaston... they had trained her, molded her into the person they had lost. Though he couldn't help but to believe that this would of happened anyway if she had chosen Gaston instead of him.

Finally, nodding his head, Adam relaxed his arms back down to his sides, another brisk breeze picking up, causing the soft snow to flurry.

"Come inside and out of the cold. You can tell me more over a hot pot of tea." He extended his hand out for her to take off towards the castle before he did the same. "Come on, Sultan." The dog, who had become enamored with a patch of yellow snow, barked happily and bounded after them.

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The warmth of the castle was a welcome reprieve from the otherwise bitter, cold air from outside. Snow was already melting off their boots and Sultan's fur as Adam led Isabella through the halls and past a few on looking guards. Eventually, they arrived in a cabinet room, a fire already roaring in the hearth and illuminating the walls of filled bookshelves and few select lounge chairs. There was even a desk tucked into the corner, a mess of papers sprawled around with the ink pot and quill lain askew. Sultan pushed forward to cuddle up on the over-sized, red, plush pillow by the fire.

"Le Palais des Thes Melange du cap." Adam stopped at the door frame, speaking to the servant that was stationed there, though his voice was rough, demanding even as he continued. "And tell them not to overuse the vanilla again. My tongue has yet to recover." His blue eyes narrowed a bit as the servant nodded again, hurrying off to fetch their tea.

Sighing, Adam looked back to Isabella and gestured for her to take a seat.

"Please, make yourself comfortable."

She had almost forgotten that she was in the company of a Prince… her eyes had been drawn to the many bookcases that surrounded them, the sound of his voice becoming little more than background noise as she slowly but surely made her way over to one of them, her hands both coming up to unclasp her cloak and to remove her gloves, placing both items down onto one of the armchairs as she passed it by, her eyes sparkling with a slight excitement and curiosity as she drew to a stop, her touch hesitant… delicate as she reached out, allowing her fingertips to lightly brush over the beautifully bound covers before her.

She-… she had never before seen so many books…

It was a magnificent sight- so many titles that she could choose from… so many worlds that she could lose herself in... Barely paying attention to anything that was going on around her, Belle slowly began to move around the room, going step by step so as to allow herself the time to read over as many of the titles as she possibly could in the moment, “..mon Dieu… it is beautiful…”

Adam watched her carefully. Truthfully, he hadn't brought her to his cabinet to show off his books - he would have taken her to the library for that. But the moment he saw her gravitating towards the shelves, he couldn't help the flickering smile. He had almost forgotten about her younger self's obsession with books. With everything else that had changed about her, he was slightly surprised to see that spark lighting up within her again.

"You like it?" Adam crossed the threshold and into the cabinet, moving to stand behind her, watching her fingers brush against his private selection of favorites he kept in that room. "Do a lot of reading in Avonlea?"

“..not since I was much younger…”

Shaking her head lightly from side to side in answer to his question, Isabella continued to gaze almost longingly at the books that were so neatly lined before her very eyes, though at her words, a flicker of sadness crossed the iris’- it was something that Gaston had long ago tried to stamp out of her…

“..’it is not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking’…” Sighing softly and almost inaudibly, she took another moment to herself before finally, she turned her head back so that she was able to meet with his gaze from over her shoulder, a small and rather shy smile playing over her lips though it was clear that her features were tainted by sadness, “..the King does not like my reading… the library doors have been sealed; the book keep is no longer to send books to the castle… though what books I do possess are hidden away within my chambers…”

Lowering her gaze from his, she brought it back around, her head and (in turn) her smile dropping both as she brought her hands together in front of her stomach, her fingers playing with each other as she spoke softly, “..though I am kept busy with my work- I have no time for such childish hobbies…”

"Hmm..." Adam was quiet for a few moments before retreating from her backside and casually sauntered over to the desk in the corner of the room. "I found a passion in books when I was very young. A childhood friend of mine got me into them, got me into their stories. For a while, I'd just let her read out loud to me, pretending not to be interested..." he paused to chuckle. "she saw right through that. But eventually I got my own books, read them quietly to myself when I had moments to be alone." He turned back to face her and gestured towards the bookshelves. "These are my favorites I've collected over the years, but one has always stuck out to me..." He turned back to his desk, spreading the papers around until he found a book. It was well read; the spine was flimsy and the edges worn. The paper had even taken on a yellowish tint from the age, but it was clear that any and all damage given to it was nothing more than being read time and time again.

"But... if you're no longer interested in... 'childish hobbies' as you called it... ah, well forget it..." He shook his head and turned to look away from her again.

The moment the words left his lips, she was already hooked on the bait; her head lifting up and turning back over to look at him, hesitating for only the briefest of moments before she made her way over to his side, seemingly not even allowing herself time to think as she reached out, her touch gentle as she let her hands both come to a rest over his arm.

“..Adam… please show me…”

The sparkle was once more back in her eyes as she met with his gaze, her fingers curling lightly over his skin as she took a step closer in her curiosity, her head tilting lightly to the side, “..please…”

Adam. She said his name. It was the first time in thirteen years he had heard those words slipping through her lips. He turned his head to look back at her, his eyes once more meeting with hers intently for a few moments. Did she truly feel nothing? Had he really been so easy to forget? An entire childhood of memories, gone. Pain tugged at his heart. There had to be a way. He was just hoping...

Adam picked up the worn book and handed it over to her.

"You're welcome to read it during your stay here, Isabella from Avonlea. Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a Prince in disguise..." A brief smile lit up his face. "Childish, perhaps... but it's our inner child who keeps us who we are..."

This book… she knew this book..!

Reaching out slowly with one of her hands, Belle took a delicate hold of the book, drawing it into her body so that she could look at it for a few moments- he was right… far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, and a prince in disguise; this was…

“..my favourite book…”

The grip she had over his arm tightened slightly, though remained soft to the touch as she turned her head to shoot him a quick look, her eyes filled with her excitement and gratitude as she held the book in close to her chest, practically hugging it into herself as though she never wished to be parted from it again, “Oh, is it not amazing..!”

Pulling her hand back from him, she dropped her attention back down to the book, quickly thumbing through the pages with enthusiasm, seeming to search for a certain part before holding it out so that he could see exactly what it was that she was talking about, “..this is my favorite part because; well, you know… it is where she meets her Prince charming- but she doesn’t discover that it’s him till chapter three..!”

Pulling the book back into her, she once more hugged it into her chest, her expression seeming to light up completely as she allowed he mind to wander almost dreamily over what it would be like is she was the heroine of some grand tale such as the one she held, “..I have not seen this book since I was fourteen years of age… Gaston-… the King; he confronted me about something while I was reading… I do not remember the nature of the argument, but he took my copy and threw it away… I was never able to find it…”

He had been right. The very copy of the book she held in her hands was one in the same with the copy that Gaston had thrown out. It was the last thing Adam saw of his childhood before being cast from his home. Being that it belonged to Belle, he simply couldn't part from it. He needed something to remind him of his past... of her... So he cleaned it up of the mud it had been thrown into, and held onto it fast as he was cast into the forest, to be hunted down like some kind of animal...

Smiling softly, though not entirely into it, Adam crossed the room to sit down in one of the lavish chairs, kicking his feet up on the stool in front of him and relaxed back. Slowly, his fingers worked off his scarves, tossing them to the side by the fire without much care.

"If you like it so much... its yours." he offered. Really, it was hers to begin with... but it seemed she couldn't remember even that.

He… was giving it to her..?

Unable to hide the way that her smile seemed to grow even wider over her features, Isabelle couldn’t help herself as she hurried after him, her legs folding up underneath her as she took up the place at his feet, her eyes seeming to sparkle happily as she reached up, her hand resting softly upon his thigh as she looked up at him, her other arm hugging the book close against her chest, “..oh, Adam… do you really mean that..?”

Her dark eyes met with his own, searching the beautiful blues for any sign that he was jesting with her in some way, though when she saw nothing but honesty behind his gaze, she turned her body back to the front, her hand slipping from his person to instead drop down to the book she held, lowering it to her lap as she flipped open the cover, her attention dropping down to the first page as she began to read the words written before her.

“Adam..!”

The sound of a woman’s voice seemed to fill the room, causing Belle to lift her attention up from the book before she had even entered the room, the woman's lips pursing slightly in disapproval as she let her gaze fall upon her son's figure lounging in the armchair; shifting her grip over the silver tray she held in her arms, the woman made her way forward, stray strands of her greyish-blonde locks falling down over her face as she placed the tray down, moving over to stand in front of where he sat so that she could begin to fuss over her adopted son, “Adam; you are yet to decide on a partner for this years ball… It is traditional; and I will be seriously displeased should one of my sons embarrass the Kingdom in any way…”

Seeming complacent with what she had done with the front of his top, the woman reached out to run her fingers lightly through his hair, trying her best to flatten it before she turned back to the tray she had brought in, picking up the tea pot and using the hot contents to fill up two separate tea cups as she continued to speak, barely even noticing the young woman sitting at her sons feet with her face hidden behind a book, “..and do not think to give me the ‘I do not dance’ spiel; I have already heard it from your brother, and I know you both to be lying. You will do what is expected of you; so be sure to get yourself a partner.”

That voice... Adam sunk lower into his chair, hoping that it would simply just swallow him up so he wouldn't have to hear his mother's fussings. He should of expected that once she caught wind that he was home, she would take it upon herself to see to his needs. After coming to Lupinis, Adam could want for nothing - could do no wrong. He was the perfect child in hers and the Kingdoms eyes.

But now she was going off on him on a subject he had specifically left the Kingdom for the day for - the ball. When would his mother get it in her tight-bunned head that he simply wasn't interested? Oh sure he knew how to dance, she saw to that herself by bestowing lessons on him almost immediately. Didn't mean that he liked it...

"Mother..." Adam warned, sinking even further into his chair. "...we have a guest..."

“Adam; do not test me, dear boy…” Pausing in her actions, Agatha turned her head sharply so that she was able to look over at her son, her lips seeming to purse even more than they already were, and her eyes narrowing slightly as though trying her best to tell him that she wouldn’t be budging or letting him get out of the conversation as easily as he seemed to think he would be.

“The noble house of Potts has commanded the respect of this Kingdom for centuries- I will not have you and your brother, in a single night, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons..!”

She couldn’t help herself- the very moments that the words had left the woman’s lips, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it to herself any longer. Lifting the book up from where she had been holding it rested in her lap, Isabella did what she could to hide herself behind the worn and well-read pages, a soft and rather amused giggle slipping out through her lips as she listened to the conversation going on between mother and son- she could understand… hell, she could sympathize with the guy… her own father had been the very same way with her after her mother had passed away; fussy, overbearing… but above all, pushy about keeping the De’ fortesque blood-line alive by continuously speaking with her about suitors… it had grown old quite quickly.

"Yes mother." Adam answered in a monotonous tone, shifting his eyes down to look at Isabella for a moment. He could have sworn he saw a flickering smirk on her face before she once more disappeared behind the book. God... if only he could do the same...

Sitting up in his chair, Adam took his cup of tea Mrs. Potts had poured him and inhaled the scent deeply before taking a sip. It was perfect. Which meant she had made it for him specifically.

"If you want to scold a parade of baboons, mother, look to the greeting guards. I caught them mishandling our guests steed as she came in." He paused to clear his throat, one hand gesturing to his feet where Isabella was positioned. "This is Miss Isabella from Avonlea, Province, by the way mother." he finished in an almost scolding tone, reprimanding her for not noticing sooner.

“Well, thank you for that assessment, Adam dear.” Standing up straight, Agatha brought both of her hands together in front of her body, her lips pursing as she looked down her nose at the young man giving her attitude, though her attention only lasted a moment longer upon him before she turned her gaze down to the young woman curled up contently at his feet with a book in her hands- curious… the one time he brings home a woman, and he hides her from the rest of them…

“I should have known… Dark hair, beautiful eyes, and a nose stuck within the pages of a book- you most certainly are the type to give my young Adam here a run for his coin. I cannot begin to fathom how he has managed to draw you across the seas to our little Kingdom…”

Pausing for a moment, she allowed her gaze to flick back up to meet with her son’s for only a moment before it was back upon Isabella, watching on as the girl lowered the book back down to her lap, “..I know it cannot be his charm, for he has never once spent an evening with the same woman twice…”

Chuckling softly as she listened to the older woman speaking about her son so openly, Isabella shook her head lightly from side to side, the smile never once fading from her soft features as she gazed up at her from where she sat, “I find your son to hold a certain charm that many a man lacks within the Kingdom of which I hale… however, I cannot say you are not correct in your judgments my Lady. I sit here before you now with the excitement of the hunt filling my being, and-… well, and with the hope that I might find answers I have been searching for now for quite some time…”

Adam's face flushed a soft shade of pink that extended all the way down his neck and to his chest, though it had nothing to do with the warm tea he felt soothing his chilled skin. Shifting in his seat, Adam cleared his throat and gestured for his mother to hand over her cup of tea, since there wasn't a third.

"The two of you would have been introduced sooner, but I'm afraid I was too busy undergoing damage control from your guards' incompetence." Adam retorted with a bitter bite. Really, how could she simply let something like that go?

Though talk of the hunt... of why she had told him she was there... he couldn't help the sideways glance he gave Mrs. Potts. The subject of the Beast was a touchy one in the castle, and most tended to ignore it altogether. But she would find out sooner than later...

"Isabella is Province's head knight, and quite the Huntress to my understanding." Adam paused to take a sip of his tea. "She's here for the Beast." he then finished, as casually as though he were discussing the weather.

“The beast..? I see…”

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Agatha kept her gaze fixed upon the young girl that seemed to have taken the interest of her son in some way or another- of course this was why she had come… she was not the first hunter to try her hand at ridding the Kingdom of its beastly issues, and it was clear by the look in her eyes that she knew for a fact that the girl wasn’t going to be the last either, “..many have tried and failed; I fear you might be out of your league with this one young Lady…”

It was Belle’s turn to go red- the moment he had turned the conversation over to her, the very moment he had told his mother why she had come to Lupinis in the first place… he was making her out to be some mighty huntress that was only in it for the kill… the thrill that came with ending a life…

That just wasn’t who she was…

“..you make it sound as though the beast is my one and only reason for stepping foot within your most beautiful Kingdom. I give you my word that is not the case- it is not even the main priority…” Sighing softly though mostly to herself knowing that if she went into her reasons for being there they wouldn’t believe her, Isabella dropped her gaze down to her lap, her thumb lightly brushing over the cover of the book that he had given her earlier as she fell into silence- what was the point..? It wasn’t as though they would be able to help her anyway; this was something she had to figure out on her own…

Adam tried to suppress a chuckle from his mother's reaction by taking another sip of his tea but ended up sputtering a bit as it went down. Using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, Adam sat up properly in his chair, set his teacup and saucer down on the end table and reached forward to pluck his mother's from her hands. God, did he have to do everything here?

Sitting back, Adam handed Belle the cup and saucer before picking his back up again.

It was true. For thirteen years now he had been hunted. Hunters from across all Lands, even his own father back in Avonlea... but no one had managed to bring him down. They were lucky enough to even see him. Mostly, it was a week of shutting himself away in the dungeons of the castle, away from prisoners. His friends, Cogsworth and Lumiere - servants - his only company during the otherwise isolated time. Mrs. Potts would check on him once on a while, but never to stay. He knew she loved him, unconditionally, but he also knew she feared him. Why wouldn't she? His temper was unruly, the beastly nature forcing him to do things he did not want. Once in a while he would work up such a rage he would leave the castle and take to the villages or surrounding forests. It was these times that gave those hunters hope. It was those times that created stories - the very same stories that brought Isabella back to him. Though it wasn't with open arms and a warm kiss like he had always dreamt. It was to kill him.

"Yes... you mentioned that before..." Adam noted, biting his tongue from making a bitter remark on how all hunters were the same. If Gaston and Clayton had trained her... it most certainly was about the kill, the bragging... the trophy.

She could hear it in the tone of his voice… the way that he spoke… he didn’t believe her. But why would he..? Even if she told them the truth about why she had actually taken the long journey from Avonlea to Lupinis, she knew it would do no good. They would just think her insane or over-imaginative.

“..it matters not… I shall not burden you long with my presence…”

Closing the book slowly, Isabella slowly lifted herself up so that she was once again standing, her actions reluctant as she reached out towards him, placing the book he had allowed her to read down upon the arm of his chair before she moved to collect her cloak and gloves, holding them folded over her arm as she bowed her head to the both of them out of respect, “..forgive me; I made a promise of which I intend to keep... my steed awaits me. I apologize for having wasted your time; it is clear that those of my trade are not welcome in these lands. It has been a pleasure, my Prince… my Lady…”

Standing up straight, she shot another quick glance over at the Prince before finally, she turned on her heel, holding her things close against her body as she began to cross the room, doing what she could to remember the path that they had taken when they had first come into the castle.

Adam closed his eyes softly, exhaling a short breath and relaxed further into the back of his chair. Sultan perked his head up, watching Isabella leave and let out a few short whines of not understanding.

She was leaving, but what could he do to stop her? Short of coming across as a madman, forcing her to listen to his tale of how they knew each other and belonged together, he could do nothing but let her go.

Quietly, he finished his tea and sat up from the chair, setting the empty china down on the end table and stood.

"No mother. I don't yet have a partner for this year's ball. And I don't think I ever will."

Whistling to Sultan, Adam left the cabinet to retreat into his chambers for the rest of the day, the large dog quickly catching up to him. "Have supper sent to my room." He pushed open his door, waited for Sultan to go in first, and then followed, slamming it shut behind him.

MarvelThrones: A Tale of Spidey's and Hulk's.

~ The Mother Phoenix ~

"I threw myself into that fire... threw myself into it- into him... and I let myself burn."
~ Lady Grey.

~General Information~

Name: The Mother Phoenix.
Real Name: Jean Grey.
Gender: Female.
Allegiance/ House: House Grey.
Place Of Origin: House Grey; Crownlands (Kings Landing).
Age: Twenty-Three Years Old.
Social Class: Lady/ Queen.
Faith: Unknown.
Desire: To find love.
Personal Philosophy: "As the sun rises over the horizon; we are nothing more than embers in the wind".

Appearance - Twenty-Three Years Old:

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Hetereosexual/ Straight.
Partner: None.
Love Interest/s: Scott Summers (King; House M), Logan Howlett.
Father: Lord Ellion Grey.
Mother: Lady Mara Grey.
Siblings: None.
Pet/s: Given to her when it was nothing more than an egg; Jean owns, cares for and cherishes a beautiful phoenix which she calls Ignacia, meaning "flame".
Other: None.

Detailed Relationships

"Each one of us has a fire within our heart for something; it is our goal in life to find it, and to keep it lit."
~ Lady Grey.

⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure

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~Personal Information~

Personality:
♦ Extremely Resourceful ♦ Outrageously Stubborn ♦ Brave and Selfless ♦ Violently Explosive ♦ Exceedingly Strong ♦ Slightly Manipulative ♦ Natural Survivalist ♦

Once seen to be a sweet and gentle young lady, Jean tends to close herself off to others doing her best to hide the kind and caring girl she once was deep inside of her, the now young woman strongly believing that she is long past the ways of saving; though on the rare occasion her old good intentions and nature slip through the cracks causing her to unintentionally show affection and even genuine helpfulness towards others. A very multi-talented person, Jean can be quite persuasive leading her to be very influential to those around her. Though loyal to only a few, Jean has issues when it comes to trusting others, both causing her see this as both a weakness and a strength.

Also brave, selfless, extremely resourceful and highly intelligent, Jean Grey has a very strong and independent survivalist instinct fueled by her difficult past causing her to be quite good at thinking outside the box. Very strong, often stubborn and unwittingly determined, Jean will most times act first before asking questions later, the woman learning from her past that she needs to do whatever she can to survive though she has a base instinct to protect those who are weak and have no skills or methods in which to protect themselves. Usually a very logical person, Jean sometimes has trouble controlling her emotions when things become quite stressful around her.

Unlike most who are forced into surviving on their own, Jean is not a natural born healer, becoming quite squeamish and reluctant when it comes to tending her own and the wounds of others around her, instead choosing to focus on things that she deems more important such as expanding her knowledge base by reading. Nevertheless, she knows the basics of first aid, including how to clean and dress a wound to keep it from getting infected and in turn the person getting worse over time.

A fiercely determined and resourceful fighter, Jean is easily underestimated by those who stand against her and almost always finds herself in some sort of disagreement with those in positions of authority, using her own resources when it comes to getting through life, showing that she has the true instincts of a survivor. Though seeming confident and calm in most situations she is forced into, Jean has a nasty habit of biting her nails whenever she gets nervous or anxious, sometimes having to force and consciously stop herself from doing so when she is in the company of others.

Strengths:
An extremely intelligent young woman, Jean has a knack for researching, able to recall almost every piece of information that she has ever read. A great strategist, she uses her talents well and when called upon, catching any flaws in the plans that others tend to more times than none, run by her. Mentally stronger than most and with a peak of durability, it shows that disease and illness rarely affect her in any way, allowing her to keep her keen senses sharp and ready to use at a moment’s notice.

Weaknesses:
Though well-known for being a rather calm, quite level-headed and surprisingly cheerful young lady; once losing control or allowing her emotions to get of her, Jean tends to have an extremely hard time regaining her normal composure and elegance, oftentimes causing her to shut herself away in her chambers, flee the castle ground for extended periods of time on horseback, or to slip away to the archery range for hours on end until she herself feels as though she is ready to return- the young woman having on few occasions needed someone to pursue, and to talk her back down from her slight depression induced isolation.

Holding a strong love and a very deep regard for Lord Scott Summers of house M deep within her heart; Jean oftentimes finds herself second guessing her choices both present and past in an attempt to see just where things went wrong with their relationship, and if there is any true chance of repairing that which is lost; the young woman while keeping her feelings for the now married King locked tightly away, willing to do anything it took to make sure that he was happy- though the heartache of the past still lingers painfully just below the surface of her normally cheery disposition.

Magic Capabilities:
♦ Telekinisis ♦ Telepathy ♦ Phoenix Force ♦

Telekinisis - An extremely powerful telekinetic, Jean has the strong mental capacity to not only influence matter, but to also manipulate and move it with just the sheer force of her mind; the woman, once able to put her full powers to use, is able to "evolve" them to the point where she could control anything at a subatomic level, opening up to her the chance to manipulate an objects physical properties.

Telepathy - Along with her telekinetic powers, Jean also has the strong ability to harness telepathy, allowing her to not only read and sense another person's thoughts, but to also communicate with them mentally by projecting her own thoughts into their mind; if willing to put in the hard work and dedication into working on progressing her powers, Jean also has the ability to imprint on another's mind, creating a permanent bond between the pair, as well as to create illusions, project her astral form from her body, detect the presence of another superhuman mutant, and manifest her telepathy to take physical shape.

Phoenix Force - Along with both her telekinetic and telepathic powers, Jean also has the exceedingly strong ability to control and wield the phoenix force; a cosmic entity which embodies both creation and destruction, and derives its power from those who are yet unborn- while an entity of itself, the phoenix force believes Jean to be its ‘host, body and self’, and as such gives her vast Psionic abilities which allow her to manipulate not only time, but also space, matter and energy for virtually any purpose. Alongside these abilities, Phoenix (Jean) is also able to revive, absorb, re-channel and also preserve any kind of life-form as the Phoenix is the sum of all life-force.

Giving a significant boost to her mental abilities, and allowing her to rearrange matter at a molecular level; when acting as the Phoenix, Jean is able to fly unaided through space, and to create intense heat and thermal energy by stimulating molecular activity to create fire, flames, and concussive blasts- able to create fire under almost any condition, including while submerged in deep water, and able to manipulate thermal energy in her vicinity; Jean can also manipulate the voluntary and involuntary responses in the human body.

The Phoenix Force also allows for her to hold the power to control the whole universe as the ‘One-True Phoenix’, which allows her to change the very future of the universe with her infinite power.

* Having no knowledge of her Phoenix abilities; this particular power lays dormant and untouched within the very core of her being- waiting until the day when it is finally awoken and released into the world around her.

Brief Biography:
Born and raised into the noble house of Grey; Jean was groomed from a young age to be the next great Queen of the Crownlands- taught not only her political duties, but also the art of combat and mystical arts; her parents never once wasting an opportunity to give their daughter nothing but the very best that they could offer… including matters of the heart. Meeting the love of her life at the age of seventeen; Jean fell quickly and hard for the Lord Summers, choosing to spend almost each and every spare moment that she had by his side- it was the first time she had felt happy… the first time she felt in her heart that she had found the man she wished to spend the rest of her life with… But that was when it all happened. Heartbroken as she watched Scott run off and marry another woman in front of her very eyes; Jean shut herself away from the world, throwing herself deep into a depressed isolation and cutting all ties with House M much to her parents dismay. Now years passed, and Queen of the Crownlands; Jean does all that she can to look out and provide for her people- much changed, and unafraid to stand up against, or challenge those that would speak out or defy her rule.

~Other Information~

Other: Though he annoys her, and pushes her buttons to the point of forcing her into (sometimes) violent outbursts involving chasing him down the halls with arrows flying; Jean both deeply cares for, and considers her Knight, Sir Wade Wilson, to be nothing less than a brother of which she never had.

~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
"I See Fire" by Zyrah (Cover Version).

Lyrics:
Oh, misty eye of the mountain below,
Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls.
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke,
Keep watching over Durin's sons.

If this is to end in fire,
Then we should all burn together.
Watch the flames burn higher, into the night.
Calling out father, oh.
Stand by and we will,
Watch the flames burn auburn on,
The mountain side.
Desolation comes upon the sky.

Now I see fire,
Inside the mountain.
I see fire,
Burning the trees.
And I see fire,
Hollowing souls.
I see fire,
Blood in the breeze.

And I hope that you remember me.