Voltus_Ventus

Collision Point: Steam, Magic and Blood

From painful haziness to sharp consciousness the whole world slowed down, Jarmin was on top of him her lips softly planted on his, he pulled her close and returned the kiss each precious second speeding up as gravity took hold.
He wasn't going to let her die.
As they tumbled through the air Voltus spun himself so he would be receiving the ground instead of her bit the fall wasn't as long as he expected he hit the rooftop of a building that was meer yards below him ad he watched the flaming zeppelin smash into the building adjacent. Through all this Voltus clutched this small woman in his arms letting her perfume bathe him in a twisted serenity.

Collision Point: Steam, Magic and Blood

Darkness, all he could see was black. 'is this what it's like to die?' he asked himself, feeling bad for all the people he's killed. Suddenly a flash of white appeared in his vision, accompanied by another, his ears started to pick up sounds of shouting and beeps and a pain lanced through his chest, his whole body convulsing with each ignition of the shock paddles.
"he's regaining consciousness!"
He opened his eyes to see the interior of an ambulance zeppelin.
"we have to get him out of here! The whole city is turning to hell!" a doctor barked at a paramedic.
Suddenly the flying vehicle rocked violently and the walls burst into flames leaving a gaping hole. The zeppelin tilted steeply and Voltus felt gravity pull him off the stretcher into the night bellow.

Collision Point: Steam, Magic and Blood

"if you feel you must go I won't stop you" he replied letting go of her lands "and I'll take you up on the honor of watching you preform because everyone is special" he smiled at her and walked her back to the courtyard, acting as if they were talking about wine and vocal chords. He watched her get back on stage and begin singing again, each rise and fall of pitch and volume throwing him from emotion to emotion. He watched her sing for about 10 until he felt a tap on his shoulder, one of the party staff was holding a note in his hands.
"note for you, your highness" he said looking at his feet.
"thank you Marcus" he replied with a curt nod, he unfolded the note and read through it :'good evening your highness, I would like to discuss with you matters of arrgency outside your chambers. Yours truely, a fellow soldier.'.
Voltus looked between the note and the singer and with heavy heart mouthed 'I'm sorry' to her and walked off towards his room on the opposite end of the palace, which was cordoned off to visitors. He saw a man standing outside his room dressed in a military guard's outfit.
"you sent a note?" he asked the unknown man.
"yes," he replied "and I'm sorry."
The sound of a single gunshot and the falling of a shell echoed throughout the palace followed by running and the clattering of a gun. Voltus fell to his knees, blood pouring out of a shot to his chest. He started to cough the coppery tang of blood in his mouth. He hit the floor and everything went dark.

Collision Point: Steam, Magic and Blood

"I don't mind." he smiled at her fondly, taking her hands in his, "it's been a while since I've had a hug, with the queen passing away and all" he looked at her hands clasped in his, so soft, so delicate to touch. He looked into her black eyes, watching them shimmer even more intensly then the gems around her neck.
"you are stunning" he whispered look her up and down, from her small feet to her flowing locks, "absolutely stunning".

Collision Point: Steam, Magic and Blood

"no need to stutter" he replied with a ghost of a smile "I'm not going to be king for a very long time", he continued to walk down the path, the singer by his side. "I never did get the chance to thank you for performing at my birthday last month" he beckoned her forward, into a hallway adjacent to the foyer. Voltus slipped his hand into his suit and pulled out a velvet box. Opening it Jarmin gasped, a necklace gleamed in the light of the electric chandeliers, a string of diamonds culminating in a deep blue sapphire, embeded in a silver pendant.
"a pre-war piece" he said looking at it fondly "I found it in a ruin during the northern campaign and it's all yours now." he took it from it's box and stepped behind her draping it around her neck, softly working his hands on the closing mechanism.

Collision Point: Steam, Magic and Blood

Yeah!!!

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Howard slung his rifle behind his back and stood to attention.
"who are you and what are you doing in Ventian Territory civilian?"
He eyed the unknown man with suspicion, has hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

"or we could both put our rifles before I put a nail in your face." he replied calmly, the rifle raised in the unknown persons direction. He stood there tense, every strand of muscle rigid, his finger already applying slight pressure to the trigger. He waited for a response as the two men faced off.
"I don't want to kill you ous-ider." he he said studying him and the girl behind him.

Collision Point: Steam, Magic and Blood

8:21pm, Ventium, Royal Palace.
Voltus walked down the the long hallway to the foyer, the sound of his shoes stepping on the ornate, marble floor reverberating through the corridors of the palace complex echoing off the mosaic ceilings, resonating through the crystal chandeliers. It was night of the anniversary of Ventiums founding and voltus was dressed for the occasion, leaving his leather trenchcoat for his formal Black suit, with a blue shirt underneath, his medals of war gleaming on jacket, like pearls. The guests were already starting to pour in and a wave of chatter ensued, ranging from the war, to fabulous dresses, to the appearence of Jarmin Jalson as entertainment for the evening. He went around greeting all the guests, hand shakes and compliments.
Voltus decided to leave the frey of people into the courtyard where the festivities would be held, people where setting speakers and tables and chairs, blue bunting was being strung up between roof top to roof top and at the centre of it all, Jarmin. Her black hair flowing in locks about her, the blue dress draped over her white delicate figure. He approached her each step bringing him closer to the stage but then a loud squeak. The whole courtyard stopped, Voltus stood still, his pale skin turning infinitely paler out of embarrassment, he reached down and adjusted the kneebrace he wore on the inside of his trousers, everyone continued to stare at him.
"it's an injury from war, the doctor says it will never heal." he gave a small bow to Jarmin and turned around and walked controlled down the path back towards the foyer.

Collision Point: Steam, Magic and Blood

Accepted. -just await my first IC-
P.S. She's might want to have a weapon, like a little feminine pistol tucked away somewhere.