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| Wandering the Streets; ic: Selene // iso: OPEN! <3 | |
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| Mishtishi ✲ | Sep 13 2009, 04:00 PM Post #1 |
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Helanne, the capital of Tritonia, with its beautiful marble pillars and buildings that could capture the heart of many an artist or romantic. It was enough to captivate anybody, let it be hardened soldier or small child. Why did nobody ever appreciate its beauty? Oh, that's right. Tritonia was a giant fortress of a country where everything was war, fighting, and blood. Selene grimaced as she thought of this. Well, she'd have to put a stop to that image when she became queen! Everyone should see her beloved country as it should be seen, but of course she didn't want them to be seen as weak either. It was so hard to find a balance between the two, and the young sixteen-year-old princess was hardly ready to find some way to understand such matters yet. However, that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate it. The Tritonian princess maneuvered her way about the crowded streets of the capital, her eyes smiling at everything and everyone with love for her country, hiding the amounted pressure that built itself as she knew that their hopes for their own lives and well being would one day rest on her shoulders. Oh, why couldn't her parents have had a son? Everywhere she went, people immediately bowed, curtsied, or just stood there and stared. It was hard not to gain attention when you were royalty....and the four or so bulky armored and armed soldiers surrounding you wouldn't help either. "You all don't have to crowd around me. I'd like to be able to see things while outdoors," she crossed her arms and sighed as a couple of the men shuffled and clinked their way only maybe an inch or so away from her. "I don't see why I need to be guarded anyway. These are my people, after all. What could go wrong?" "We've been over this, your highness. The king wishes his child's utmost safety. If any of us leave you, something terrible could happen....it's not as if you blend in either -- with respect, your majesty. You look lovely," one of the older knights explained, quickly changing his tone as he didn't want to make the sometimes fussy young girl angry with him. "Well, it's not as if I blend in with four behemoth soldiers around me ready to swing their weapons around either," she pointed out with a grin, her tone rather triumphant as she felt she had won the argument. Then again, the soldier did have a point. She did look lovely. No, no -- the point was that she stood out because of her...well...rather overdone attire. She was a princess, thus she dressed like a princess. This often came to Selene's dismay. A large, rather poofy red dress made out of the finest cloth and silk fit around her maturing figure; her was body adorned with priceless jewelry. Oh, and then there was the rather fancy, sparkling gold tiara placed on top of her head. That last one might just be a dead giveaway. The soldier only sighed at the princesses words and shrugged, clunking his armor together as he let the young, unknowing child have her way. She was so curious about everything, but would she ever actually learn? Yet Selene was unsatisfied. She wanted to be treated as an individual, not a child. Though she was aware that the protection was for her own good, there were mere children running around the streets of Heleanne and she did not see them being guarded even by their parents! Just because she was a princess...did that mean she could never world through their eyes? Understand them? Appreciate them? If she didn't understand the people, then how could she become queen? Was she even ready to become queen? "Where are we headed?" she asked the guard curiously. "To the house of one of your potential suitors, I believe. If I'm not speaking out of term, your highness, he seems to be in great favor with your father," the knight explained. Oh, well that did it. Selene froze. She despised suitors. It was always the same. They'd kiss her hand and bow and go on and on about politics and war strategies. Three-quarters of the time Selene was on the verge of going to sleep or, if she was in a particularly awake mood, would beat them at their own suggestions, putting them directly in their place. After every meeting, when asked for her opinion of the young man in question, Selene would always reply, "I am not sure." Now as she seemed to drag her feet with the guards around her, she knew that she'd have to get out of here. But....how? She formulated a plan. Ah, those strategy studies worked out to her favor! It'd be the old "distraction and retreat" maneuver. "Excuse me, before we go on, could I....Ah! I just saw somebody grab that lady's bag!" She let out a yell and pointed in a random direction. "Go, hurry! Catch the thief!" Immediately the guards disbanded to search for the imaginary bag snatcher while Selene took off, having no sense of direction. She pulled her skirt off the ground with her hands, part of it dragging behind her as she ran. People yelled at her to watch where she was going as she bolted through the crowd, though the majority never caught on to what this lavishly dressed young girl was doing running anyway before they could even recognize her. She heard yelling from behind her. Was it the guards? Oh, she couldn't be caught! She couldn't get in trouble -- and most definitely not be dragged to that suitor! Her breathing was heavy as she made a quick turn, going from street to alleyway to street. She quickly took a look behind her shoulder to see if they were following her. She didn't know where she was going, but she had to get away. That's all that mattered at the moment. Why in Vaenice was this young princess so impulsive? ((ooc: XD Okay. Selene's debut! She can run into a character, whatever. Up to you. Sorry for the length, but it's my first time playing with her.)) |
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| Luminele ✦ | Sep 13 2009, 04:49 PM Post #2 |
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Tritonia, it was the first country to be formed from a human civilization, and it was the most changed place that Lenna had been to. It had been roughly 1000 years since its formation, and it had been the place that evolved into something completely different then it was all those years ago. It was a bit painful to remember all those she fought with during that time of the City States War, since somewhere along the land they lay buried under years and years of soil. Nevertheless, Lenna had a role right now, and that was to observe under the very command those people had given her years and years ago. So here was the ageless girl now, walking down the streets of Tritonia with her staff in hand. The brunette highly doubted anyone would recognize her, since it had been over a thousand years since her appearance in the country. Needless to say, the capital city of Helanne was a paradise for her! Despite its militaristic appearance on the outside when compared to other nations, Lenna had came across a miracle of food stuffs that made her almost want to drool with hunger as she glanced upon each stand. There were various fruits, with well off merchants pondering their exquisite wares. Unfortunately for them, Lenna wasn't a very materialistic person and only spent her money on things that were edible. Currently, the teleportress was munchign on some Tritonian bread with a sweet cream, and was taking tiny bites of the morsel as she savored its taste. Tritonian food was always one of her favorites, since they were usually hearty and made you feel full for long periods of times. But even so the large piece of bread didn't stand against Lenna's voracious appetite, and already she was spending her money on an apple donut. As she chewed the fried confection, the sounds of plated boots hampering against the ground caught her attention. The armor of Tritonia had definitely underwent a serious change since her last appearance, Lenna noted how the steel clad armors looked far advanced to the "primitive" ones a thousand years ago. She blinked in surprise, the soldiers passing by her, muttering something about a princess, then a thief. It was obvious that they were mad, and she felt that it would be better if she just avoided them to prevent any trouble. As she continued to nibble her donut, the rift user stopped to see that the main street was busy, hundreds of people filled the streets, all living out their daily lives while some children played in the background with one another. It was unfortunate, since in reality the children would be forced some day into the military, and she could only feel sadness towards them. Seeing that the main road was too busy to go through, the donut holding girl turned into a nearby alley way, hoping to see the other side of the main street by going through a different path. She stopped eating her donut however, holding it with one hand while her left hand gripped her staff. Emerald orbs glanced at the person walking in front of her, a woman near her physical age seemed to be in a hurry, sporting a big poofy red dress with an alarming sight of jewelry all over her. But the tiara was something that she caught sight of, for it was the symbol of the Tritonian royal family that caught her attention. C-could she be related to Yulam Athanasios? Wait... of course she can, Yulam has been dead for over a thousand years now anyhow.... Lenna recognized the design on the teenager's tiara, although it was a bit interesting to see how they used that symbol for its design. If the princess stopped walking, she would see another teenager before her dressed in an intricate robe, with a donut in hand that made Lenna look completely silly. "Um... Ms. Athanasios, won't you be noticed going out here?" |
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| Mishtishi ✲ | Sep 13 2009, 05:30 PM Post #3 |
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The princess stopped her attempt at jogging, coming to a steady walk as she stared around those around her, and they seemed to stare back. These heels sure didn't make getting away from guards easy. Yet, it seemed, that she was triumphant in her attempts to get away from them. Good-bye mister pathetic suitor, hello...wait...where was she again? She had gotten away from the guards before, several times in fact. It was rather known that the princess had a knack for taking a little "stroll" away from whomever she was supposed to be with in order to be on her own. Still, the majority of people were shocked and awed at the young princess being on her own. Shouldn't she be doing...well, royal things? Had they even been this close to royalty? People immediately moved out of her way as she wandered aimlessly about the crowded streets. Her eyes were in the midst of a slight panic. What was she going to do now? Where was she going to go. She clutched onto the ends of her dress skirt, pulling up the layers so she could move about. Her neck swerved left and right, keeping an eye out for the guards as well as just seeing what was around her. 'Why is everyone staring at me like that? Then again, I do kinda stand out...but...they should be happy to see me! They should be willing to help me. Why are some of their jaws open? It's not as if I'm some sort of monster; I'm a princess! W-where am I going...where am I?' her thoughts rushed wildly as her green eyes darted to and fro. Then a voice caught her ears, causing her to freeze mid-step. Somebody, rather, a robed girl spoke to her. Wait....what did she call her? Miss Athanasios? What?! She had never been addressed like a commoner. Never. It was unheard of! Yet there she was, this other teenager with a donut in her hand, addressing the princess as if she knew her personally. Who in Vaenice did this woman think she was? No matter. She had a point. She immediately made her way over to the girl. "Ssssh! I'm trying to get away," she whispered to the girl within her earshot. "And that's Princess Anthanasios, by the way, peasant, foreigner...um...whoever you are. There's these armored men looking for me, and it's of the utmost importance that they do not find me. The future of the country depends on it!" Okay, that was definitely exaggerating things, but then again, who knows? Maybe this "suitor" could be some evil mastermind who wanted to take over the kingdom. Perhaps the guards were paid to set up a trap for the princess and take her for ransom. Indeed, there were many possibilities that popped into Selene's head that could spell out doom for Tritonia. In reality, though, she didn't want to face the wrath of her father for running away....again. |
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| Luminele ✦ | Sep 13 2009, 06:03 PM Post #4 |
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In all honesty, Lenna meant no harm in addressing the girl by "Miss" instead of "Princess", for she called everyone with respect by either mister or missus. But here she was, calling the princess as if she was simply another person that she had met. Among all of the Athanasios members that she had met in her life so far, the current Athanasios was a complete 180 degree turn in terms of personality compared to the Athanasios family of the long past. Clutching onto her donut for dear life, Lenna didn't bode well with feisty people in general, and no less a princess with such a personality! Gulping, she finished the rest of her donut with agile speed and stood there dumbfounded by the princess's anxiety. The corner of her mouth twitched nervously as the princess suddenly approached her, whispering into her about her "reasons". Now Lenna wasn't that stupid, she could clearly sense an underlying message through the princess's rather "dramatic" reasons. "B-but Miss Athanasios, how would you running away from those people determine the future of Tritonia?" already Lenna had forgotten to even address her as Princess Athanasios, curiously wondering why she was so uptight about being caught by the men earlier. Her hands gripped her staff uncomfortably, for some reason she had the stark feeling that there would be some kind of trouble resulting from her meeting with the king's daughter. In her antics to look around for an exit to avoid the princess, the brunette slipped on her leather moccasins and lost her balance, her staff dropping from her grip and landing on the ground. Unfortunately for the princess, Lenna tried to prevent herself from falling and gripped onto the lower cloth of the girl's dress, essentially bringing the royal member down with her as both of them fell. Luck was on Lenna's side sometimes, yet at times it could bite her in the ass and make her feel pain for the rest of the day. Lying on the ground face first, the teleportress gathered herself and began to stand up, some dust lying on the front of her nose as she picked up her staff. The dust however fell and landed on her upper lip, and accidentally the brunette took in a sniff of the dust. What would occur next would create a chain reaction of events that would surely pose more problems in the future! Scratching her nose to get the dust off, the ever tingling sensation of a sneeze began to manifest, and to her horror she realize the consequences of an "innocent" sneeze. Raising her head up to the sunny sky, she wrinkled her nose in attempt to stop it before finally she gave up. Sucking in air, Lenna let out a large and potent sneeze that echoed through out the alley. Much to her luck, and to the princess's dismay, a large white portal erupted next to them, creating a vortex that sucked in both of their forms. Both of them would be sucked into the portal, before it collapsed. In only a few seconds, another portal opened up near the main street, next to the same guards that were looking to the princess! Much to their alarm, the white portal manifesting put them on their guard, but what the portal spat out was even more surprising. Out first came the princess with her puffy dress who still lay on the ground, followed by another portal appearing a few feet above their heads. Out of the portal came Lenna, who found herself being warped in the air before landing humorously on her bottom with her staff in hand. Lenna sat there, looking at the guards, then to the princess, and she kept repeating her stares for a few seconds until a single thought hit her. Uhh... ooops! |
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| Mishtishi ✲ | Sep 14 2009, 06:00 PM Post #5 |
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Who cared whether or not the fact that someone was following her probably didn't spell out doom for Tritonia? What was up with this lady? She should just go with what she was saying! After all, she was princess of Tritonia, and nobody would dare question her logic unless of a higher or equal authority than herself. This donut holding peasant was definitely not of that standard. And why did she keep calling her miss? Was she hard of hearing? Selene's rather hectic and rather rude attitude was probably due to the fact that she was as nervous as could be. Her head was whipping around, scanning the area surrounding her and donut peasant. Butterflies set her stomach ablaze in an explosion of fluttering, and her face began to feel hot as she felt that she heard the sounds of clinking armor. She had to do something! Why was she just standing here. Did she actually think this girl could help her? Or were Selene's impulsive tendencies biting her in the rear end again? "Just hurry!" Selene continued to whisper, her tone sharp. Yet her presence was already known by those around her. As the soldier had mentioned before, she didn't necessarily stand out in the crowd, and not even women of nobility went around adorned with such jewels, let alone the royal tiara. That and it would probably be unpatriotic to not recognize one's kingdom's royal family members. Selene was practically a national celebrity, and already people were starting to crowd and stare. More attention grabbing. Perfect. She might as well hold up a sign that says "come and get me soldiers", but then again, that might not send the right message either. Selene rolled her eyes at the thought. However, her attention was grabbed away immediately at the sound of a rather loud sneeze and a pull of her rather large skirt. The air seemed to suck itself in around her as she fell, and before she knew it, her face downward on the ground with the peasant woman falling with a thump only a little away from where she now lay. 'What was....that!?' She inhaled sharply as she stood up, her eyes widened with shock. Psions, or even Elementalists, were not beings that she was used to. Tritonia focused mainly on armed combat, not magic. So the fact that Selene had absolutely no idea what had just happened left her rather shell-shocked. Her eyes stared rather blankly at the clinking soldiers that soon surrounded her. Well, she didn't need a sign now. The taller, much bulkier men made their way to the teenagers. They seemed to be rather shocked as well. "Who is that with the princess?" "Well, we have to get her highness!" "But should we take the other girl?" Clunk, clink, clunk, clink. They moved closer. It seemed that reality finally dawned on Selene, who immediately rose to her feet, struggling due to her dress and hills, and quickly grabbed the petite robed girl by the wrist as she sat on the ground, pulling her with her quickly. She didn't necessarily know why she was bringing her in yet another escape attempt, but Selene was impulsive, as always. Maybe she didn't want her to be captured or accused of kidnapping. As often blunt and fiery as Selene was and often could be, she still had a heart....something often seen as a tad bit of weakness by her father. "Come on! What in Vaenice did you do? Run, run!" She shouted, holding onto the girl's wrist. ((ooc: D: Fail attempt. But an attempt.)) |
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| Luminele ✦ | Sep 15 2009, 09:26 PM Post #6 |
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There was that time in the world, where it just sucked for you. There was a time in the world, where your day would just get worse with each passing moment. This time, was now, and Lenna felt that she was going to be in a world of hurt for what she had unintentionally involved herself in. While it was clear that the princess was avoiding the guards, she had originally intended to just honor the teenager's wishes and leave her be to continue on her way. What she came to Tritonia originally for would have to wait, for now she knew that this would be a very... interesting day. After all, who wouldn't want to be involved with royalty? Certainly not her! She gulped nervously, emerald eyes staring in shock as the guards game to a decision and decided to capture her too for some unknown reason. The teleportress bit her lip, she could simply flash her way out of the country, but that would cause a great commotion due to the extent of her powers. Sending a worried glance at the princess, Lenna felt guilty for bringing her to the people that she was trying to avoid, and was about to apologize to Selene when a strong grip wrapped around her wrist. Letting out a sudden shriek, she was surprised to see the princess holding on to her wrist like a vice grip, before she was suddenly pulled up from her feet and was forced to run along side the princess. Lenna at the very least, was instantly amazed at the grace, agility, and strength that dragged her along, but then again the women of Tritonia were certainly as strong as the men, or at least she thought so. Something was missing however, her free hand felt empty, and the teleportress mentally screamed in fear of losing her world staff. Looking behind as they ran, her staff lay idle against the ground, the guards hands hovering over it as they were about to pick it up. While they were unwary of the consequences of holding her staff, she knew how dangerous it was to others that her staff didn't perceive as "worthy". Extending her free hand as they ran, Lenna chanted an unknown spell in an archaic language, making the staff suddenly float before dashing across the crowd and landing into her free hand's grip. With her staff in hand, she sighed mentally, before being told to run by the princess. "W-wait, are you sure you want me to come along with you Miss Athanasios!?" she cried out in protest, hoping to avoid problems with the royal family. She could see it now, "mysterious girl kidnaps the King's daughter!" in big bold letters. The very thought made her tremble, she didn't want to have a big responsibility like that! Nevertheless, Selene's vice grip wasn't helping her at all, forcing the physically weaker Lenna to run constantly. The brunette was getting tired, and it was evident on her face that she wasn't as physically adept as the princess of Tritonia. "M-Miss Athanasios, if it helps, I can warp us to a hidden area!" she yelled out, staring behind her as the bulky armored guards chased at them at an alarming speed. |
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| LordWaffles ♠ | Sep 16 2009, 06:33 PM Post #7 |
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A great day, that's what today had started as. A gentle, warm breeze, the sun keeping the ground comfortably chill-free, and the relaxing yet constant thrash of the ocean against the rocky shore. Each day was a symphony of relaxation outside the improvement drills and work shifts. Just an uneventful day to appreciate life. Dromn hated it. He hated every single moment of this boredom like he'd hate being on fire, covered in ants, which were subsequently made of fire. His mind lashed against the inside of his head like a mental patient against the wall, constantly vying to shirk his responsibilities and run out of this structured, excitement-free island. Each day drained more and more of the man's patience, attending meetings, acknowledging the local higher-ups and hat-wearers. Such an existance was such a beautiful waste of his skills and talents, and no damned elder military officer could tell him otherwise. He had been sent to the market to retrieve something or another for his uncle, the youth hadn't been listening when he was told what the mystery object was, and he certainly couldn't recall it now. Maybe a bauble or knick-knack will work instead? Yes. His uncle loved trinkets of undescribed origins and purpose, his entire house was full of the rubble of gypsies and vagabonds. Some day Dromn knew he'd have to reorganize it, but not quite today, no today was the noble bauble-buying day. As he clanked through the market, trying to peer over the heads of other like-height tritonians, speaking of which, that'd be another great reason to leave, he'd finally be taller...yeah. Good times. But regardless, the short half hops to the tips of his metal boots only would see two escaping figures, and a band of guards. "Why would guards be chasing a ragamuffin and what appeared to be a pink muffin...?" Dromn questioned the nearest, faceless anomoly. The woman simply gave the youth an odd look and walked away, very quickly. The kind of walking you only see after someone shouts a racial slur at a family banquet. Yes. Yes that simile will work. Yes. Unfortunately, with no one of interest left to question, and with the youth still terribly misinformed, he'd need to do some more investigating. A few short half-hops later would devise that the muffin was actually some ghastly beautiful woman in a pink dress, and the ragamuffin remained a ragamuffin even after a better view. Surely a royal would have no legitimate business holding hands with guttersnipes? Unless...Something was terribly amiss. And something terribly amiss meant that shirking bauble-buying duty was more than acceptable. Muscles immediately snapped into action, the previously stone-still knight leaning forward before bursting into a solid run, his trajectory to meet the fleeing suspects and their entourage of pursuers. Blackened plates of steel, made to hold close to his muscled frame only emitted any noise as his weight returned to the earth at the end of each stride, plates sliding comfortably back into a nuetral position. Cape fluttered distractingly behind him in the crowd. Fierce eyes locked on the pair as the man would take long, even strides, occasionally giving a boot a solid clack against the pavement to shoot him over the tall, mostly trimmed heads of the faceless crowd. Unfortunately, he would be too late to catch hold of the pair, with them being unarmored the only way to catch up would be to hope the crowd or winding streets slowed them. The lumbering pursuers however... Dromn burst from the side of the parting crowd directly to the four guards flanks. Smiling like a devil, he'd fall in stride to the far left of the four. He could see it now, protecting a royal was easily worth his promition. The only sad part was that he'd never see any real action with these four lunk-headed meatwalls helping. That's usually the problem with Tritonian military law, most fights and high-speed chases just turn into a quick gang beating by the largest officials. No real swordsmanship is ever exchanged. Well, as his uncle would say: "Initiative is the something something." "Guys, I got this." Edited by LordWaffles, Sep 16 2009, 06:39 PM.
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| Mishtishi ✲ | Sep 16 2009, 08:11 PM Post #8 |
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Selene couldn't help but feel rather impressed with her own athleticism as she sped as quickly as she could with such a heavy dress and awful shoes for running away from guards. Sometimes she wondered if they just dressed her up in these elaborate outfits to make it more difficult for her to sneak away from them. Yet now, it seemed, such things were not on her mind as she gripped the wrist of the strange, now considered magical girl. Perhaps she was holding too tightly; perhaps she didn't want this girl to run away and have the guards get the wrong conclusion about her. They obviously wouldn't think this girl actually kidnapped the princess. After all, wasn't it she that was dragging this girl (supposedly) against her will? "Warp? Is that what you call that?" Selene turned her head around her shoulder at the girl who she was bringing with her. She had caught a glimpse of the girl seeming to summon her odd staff back into her free hand, which, as far as Selene knew, just wasn't normal within itself. Then again, considering she had never necessarily been exposed to magic, everything seemed strange. She was a woman of combat, as was tradition in her country, not funky mystical mumbo jumbo. "I wouldn't. We don't want to be accidentally 'warped' right back there." She motioned her head towards the guards. "And it's not 'miss'. I'm the princess of Tritonia, as you should know very well by my name," she explained once more in a slightly aggravated manner. She wasn't trying to be rude, but considering she was now running away didn't help matters. That and she was impulsive, if such a trait had not already been shown. Selene had difficulty at times keeping her mouth shut or thinking before she spoke. Now that she was somewhat nervous and stressed in her current state, everything that went through the thought process came out of her mouth only moments later. "Anyway, since you already know my name...It's just proper etiquette to know your name too." Meanwhile the guards seemed to be having difficulty keeping up with the two smaller and younger girls. Their bulky armor and large size didn't help anything, and they were definitely not built for chasing people. They were built for killing or beating, causing pain in general. Plain and simple. The fact that they were like giant walking shields made them ideal for surrounding the princess, whom had a habit of running away from things she didn't care for, but it seemed the sharp witted young woman had a way of getting away every time. How would the king react to the fact that his daughter flew the coop again? This time missing a meeting with a suitor? And she just happened to be caught up with a stranger -- some sort of Psion. The only reason that they wanted that Psion was due to the fact that they did not know of what she was doing with the princess. That, and they'd probably need a witness to show that it was her highness that came up with the master plan to run away, not their dimwitted stupidity and gullibility to believe whatever she said. Though the latter was obviously true. A man, of whom one of the guards immediately recognized from one of the elite divisions of Tritonia, came out in front of them and explained that he'd handle it. The four of them stopped and shook their heads, breathing loudly from the weight of the armor and the fatigue of the chase. "I-its the princess," one of them explained in a winded breath. "She's running away again. This time she has some teleporting Psion with her. She has to be safe!" |
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| Luminele ✦ | Sep 19 2009, 10:38 AM Post #9 |
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OOC: Sorry for the late reply, I haven't been feeling well the past few days. The day was just not going well for the poor girl, how did she suddenly go from a food paradise to becoming a "subject of interest" who was involved in the running away of the princess? Lenna wanted to rip the hair out of her head in stress, but she managed to hold in her irritation by simply having a neutral expression painted over her. She wasn't fond of being dragged around against her will, and she could very easily disappear in just a few seconds without any trace. But here she was again, running with all of her might as the lumbering soldiers dashed and attempted to capture the duo. This sight to her brought a very faint memory, it wasn't the first time that the girl was running away, for in the distant past she remembered running away with another Athanasios. Selene held an obvious amount of disdain for her magic, causing the teleportress to give an amused chuckle. It was good to see that the royalty still had its spark, but Lenna didn't know if it was an ego or truly bravery. She glanced quickly behind them, wondering if the guards were getting tired at chasing them. Lenna had activated a small light spell that had reduced her fatigue, making it so that she could keep up physically with Selene's athletic abilities. But she just had to giggle though! It was highly amusing when the princess chided her abilities, making the brunette think of the possibilities if she did have another warping accident. On the outside though, she put on a nervous facade, masking what she felt on the inside. "U-uh, but are you sure Miss Athanasios? I don't fail all the time!" she countered, but was lectured at again by the princess. Her tone peeved the teleportress slightly, as Lenna wasn't the type to refer royalty by some higher title. While she was aware that Selene was of the Athanasios family, she figured that the girl would rather be treated as a person then as a glorified member of the world. She lifted her shoulders in a shrug, her left hand still gripping her staff as her moccasins tapped against the ground as the duo continued their flee. Lenna raised a brow curiously, Selene's suggestion making her smile happily before introducing her name. "My name is Lenna Barnesworth Miss Athanasios, a teleportress." The princess would get the idea that reasoning with Lenna would never work, and that she would unfortunately be stuck with the title of 'Miss'. It had been over a thousand years since her involvement with the Athansios family (with the exception of a certain person), and it seemed that her bad luck had turned into something entertaining for her. Lenna didn't like to cause that much trouble, but if she became involved in someone elses, then that was a different story! Even with the bulky soldiers trying their very best to catch up to them, the brunette was inwardly giggling at their antics while retaining her ditsy nature on the outside. What she didn't expect, was for a tall Tritonian man to appear from the side lines, saying that he would take care of them. Seeing as the princess stopped to turn around, Lenna had somehow managed to escape the grip of the teenager, and was simply standing their with her hands gripping her staff. The guards were shocked at first, but started to explain the situation to the man that Selene seemed to recognize. What if the man was swayed by the guards words? Lenna wasn't blinded by hopeless optimism, for she usually thought of the logical outcomes of such events. Emerald eyes glanced at the princess in worry for her safety, before returning to gaze at the events transpiring. The man looked awfully skilled in physical combat, and was the stark opposite of the teleportress who excelled in magical combat. If a fight were to break out, then Lenna would have no choice to use her abilities to the fullest extent. Tapping Selene's shoulders, she whispered something into the girl's ears. "Um... while they're talking, we can always continue running right?" |
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| LordWaffles ♠ | Sep 20 2009, 10:56 PM Post #10 |
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The young man listened intently to the breathless gasped explanation, at the end of it all he waved away any sudden chilling escape attempts as mere child's play. With scoffing tone firmly imbedded in words, the knight shifted his weight to his left leg in a sort of 'really' pose, not seeming threatened by the princesses 376254th escape attempt. "Psh and piffle. She's merely trying our guard routes to check the intensity of her safeguard. Come now, chasing after two lightfoots won't yield results." The knight jabbed a gloved finger at one of the nameless brutes, exhuming authority with every miniscule gesture. "You. Alert the eastern gate to not let anyone out." Dreaded finger jabbed towards another bulky tritonian guard. "You. West gate. The other two of you go for the airdock, and shore, and alert the authorities there. Catching some escaped convict isn't about hoofing it after them, it's about securing where they -could- go. You're all already out of breath and useless in this chase already. Let me try to talk some sense into them, mmn?" Without even pausing to see if his orders were followed, the knight took off in a quick dash, hoping to close the gap with split-second reflexes. His eyes shone a rather ferocious gleam, completely overconfident in his skills, the knight's only departing words to the four would be an almost scornful: "Besides. Rescuing is for heroes right?" With a one-handed sweep of his brightly-coloured hair, he paused long enough to wink at the guards, as if having shared an inside joke. Having zero doubt this chase would be over soon, the man abruptly turned to pursue, bounding forward, grinning ferally as heavy clanking boots stomped the earth with each long stride. While the clunky, armor-ridden guards might have not given either girl a real chase, this man would be a different story, albeit he still announced his presence with the constant click-clacks of one who was saddled with a load of metal plates. "Princess, come now, I'm sure their's a reasonable explaination for all this!" The knight called after in mocking tone. Yes he was smart enough to venture a stab in the psychological dark. Maybe one of them actually feels guilt for having carried this plan out? Maybe that one would turn into an ally in apprehending the other. At this distance, the male could make out the pink princess all the more clearly. Selene. Of course she'd be the one to run, it's almost like a running gag to the guards in the complex: Selene gets hooked up with another potential suitor, or needs to sign a document, and she bolts like a deer. The king raises a big fuss and beats any guards who didn't at least give chase. Although, the one with Selene was a mystery to the young man. Dromn had never seen the girl, nor particularly liked her fashion sense or the stick she carried. Usually canes were for the elderly who's age had weighed them down, or a cripple. This woman appeared to be neither, and that signaled trouble. The trouble that is rarely found in Tritonia. Mage trouble. The young knight held no favor in those magically gifted. Although tritonia had progressed past calling each and every single magically gifted person a witch, it was still a very taboo thing, and that was something passed down to every generation. Dromn was no exception as he recalled the stories from his uncle about the limp-wristed fools of other nations needing magic to withstand the muscled force that was tritonia. If a magic-user had captured the princess, the best way to play this would be to be under a guise of friendly intent, and then wring them like a used washcloth. Edited by LordWaffles, Sep 20 2009, 11:07 PM.
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