Adalynn_
The Wanderer
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Adalynn_
The Wanderer
The kingdom of Aria is mourning, People everywhere are devastated - particularly the people in Lunaris and Astrakane. It has been an order by the king that every person in Aria be present for Princess Aaliyah's funeral held today. Those who do not attend will be put to death. This will partly help reduce the rebels' numbers. If you look even somewhat suspicious, or you give the wrong look to any of the royal family, rest assured you will be arrested... then probably killed. Do not screw this up. Attend, act if you must... survive.
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madame moiselle
❁ listening to lullabies ❁
Isaac Robinson of Tykanos
Isaac had heard of the funeral. The invitation was not so welcoming unfortunately; anyone who did not attend would be put to death. Isaac thought of his mother, Martha, who was safely hidden in their hidden camp back in the forests of Lunaris. The poor woman was crippled; she couldn't walk two steps if she tried. Isaac felt tears come up, not for the princess, but for his mother. She had worked so hard for him all these years, had sacrificed so much; Isaac didn't know how he would ever repay her. She was his motivation, an inspiration, a reason to keep going in these dark times. The kingdom was on the brink of war, and tensions were running high. Hate was thick on everyone's tongue, whether it was for the rebels, or the royals.
The sky was dark with clouds, as if the heavens themselves knew that this day was a mournful one, that someone important had died an untimely death. Isaac was among the masses that had gathered here today, every being adorned in black, their faces cast down. Isaac himself had worn a dark grey, tattered shirt, with trousers so dark brown, they almost seemed black. He had worn a ragged black cloak, that didn't completely cover his dusty, bright blonde hair. Even with his face cast down, Isaac could see guards crawling all over the place, their gazes alert and set in stone. He knew they were looking for the slightest hint of rebellion. Isaac knew this was a trap for rebels, a way of disposing and arresting them. Isaac had to be careful, Isaac had to be cautious. He knew that.
But he wasn't alone.
The boy was a part of the Free Hawks, a strong, independent group of rebels that lived in a discreet camp site in the forests outside of Lunaris. They mostly consisted of young, headstrong men and women like himself, with the exception of a few past their forties, but fit enough to catch on. In fact, Isaac wasn't only a part of the rebel group, he was the leader. Isaac was often told that he had the characteristics of a leader; headstrong, dutiful, commanding...
But it didn't mean he wasn't cocky and arrogant too. These traits came from years of standing up to his bastard of a father, and Isaac had a confidence that made people hate him and adore him at the same time.
And so, Isaac was definitely not alone. Fellow members of the Free Hawks were also in the mix of people somewhere today, and as soon as the mourning had ended, they were to regroup and head back to camp. Isaac knew it wasn't as easy as it sounded; the amount of guards stationed here today were triple times the amount that were stationed on other days. Isaac could only hope the mission back to camp came about as a success. If not, they would all be paying the price, especially him.
Isaac stood in the line that lead up all the way to the front, where men and women could place countless flowers as tribute to the fallen princess. Isaac had brought a cluster of wildflowers. He had never known the princess Aaliyah, but he knew the King and Queen had loved her dearly. So much so that they'd arrest and kill anyone who'd show even the slightest hint of rebellion, rebel or not. It made Isaac sick, but what could he do?
He kept his head down, but couldn't help but glance at the guards every now and then. At one point, apparently some unfortunate soul had been suspected and everyone could hear as the man was arrested, his protests echoing out into the chilled air. A moment of panic arrested Isaac for a second, and he glanced over just to make sure if the man arrested wasn't one of his own, wasn't a member of the Free Hawks.
Thankfully, it wasn't, but Isaac's gaze lingered, despite his instincts telling him to stop. And yet again, he couldn't help it; anger began to boil inside of him. The King had no right to arrest innocent people. Even if that man were a rebel, it makes no difference. The rebels are just a desperate people who need help, and rebellion is the only way to get it.
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Isaac had heard of the funeral. The invitation was not so welcoming unfortunately; anyone who did not attend would be put to death. Isaac thought of his mother, Martha, who was safely hidden in their hidden camp back in the forests of Lunaris. The poor woman was crippled; she couldn't walk two steps if she tried. Isaac felt tears come up, not for the princess, but for his mother. She had worked so hard for him all these years, had sacrificed so much; Isaac didn't know how he would ever repay her. She was his motivation, an inspiration, a reason to keep going in these dark times. The kingdom was on the brink of war, and tensions were running high. Hate was thick on everyone's tongue, whether it was for the rebels, or the royals.
The sky was dark with clouds, as if the heavens themselves knew that this day was a mournful one, that someone important had died an untimely death. Isaac was among the masses that had gathered here today, every being adorned in black, their faces cast down. Isaac himself had worn a dark grey, tattered shirt, with trousers so dark brown, they almost seemed black. He had worn a ragged black cloak, that didn't completely cover his dusty, bright blonde hair. Even with his face cast down, Isaac could see guards crawling all over the place, their gazes alert and set in stone. He knew they were looking for the slightest hint of rebellion. Isaac knew this was a trap for rebels, a way of disposing and arresting them. Isaac had to be careful, Isaac had to be cautious. He knew that.
But he wasn't alone.
The boy was a part of the Free Hawks, a strong, independent group of rebels that lived in a discreet camp site in the forests outside of Lunaris. They mostly consisted of young, headstrong men and women like himself, with the exception of a few past their forties, but fit enough to catch on. In fact, Isaac wasn't only a part of the rebel group, he was the leader. Isaac was often told that he had the characteristics of a leader; headstrong, dutiful, commanding...
But it didn't mean he wasn't cocky and arrogant too. These traits came from years of standing up to his bastard of a father, and Isaac had a confidence that made people hate him and adore him at the same time.
And so, Isaac was definitely not alone. Fellow members of the Free Hawks were also in the mix of people somewhere today, and as soon as the mourning had ended, they were to regroup and head back to camp. Isaac knew it wasn't as easy as it sounded; the amount of guards stationed here today were triple times the amount that were stationed on other days. Isaac could only hope the mission back to camp came about as a success. If not, they would all be paying the price, especially him.
Isaac stood in the line that lead up all the way to the front, where men and women could place countless flowers as tribute to the fallen princess. Isaac had brought a cluster of wildflowers. He had never known the princess Aaliyah, but he knew the King and Queen had loved her dearly. So much so that they'd arrest and kill anyone who'd show even the slightest hint of rebellion, rebel or not. It made Isaac sick, but what could he do?
He kept his head down, but couldn't help but glance at the guards every now and then. At one point, apparently some unfortunate soul had been suspected and everyone could hear as the man was arrested, his protests echoing out into the chilled air. A moment of panic arrested Isaac for a second, and he glanced over just to make sure if the man arrested wasn't one of his own, wasn't a member of the Free Hawks.
Thankfully, it wasn't, but Isaac's gaze lingered, despite his instincts telling him to stop. And yet again, he couldn't help it; anger began to boil inside of him. The King had no right to arrest innocent people. Even if that man were a rebel, it makes no difference. The rebels are just a desperate people who need help, and rebellion is the only way to get it.
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Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
Bump bump. The carriage rolled along the rocky, gravel paved roads. Followed with a solemn, angry silence. The air was thick in the carriage as it rolled along, towards Aaliyah's corpse. To her funeral. Killed by rebels. Bramble fumed with anger.
Her lips pressed so thinly together, they were hardly visible, her ice eyes were blazing, and her jaw clenched. When Bramble had heard to announcement the King had made, her own father, Bramble had openly, and angrily objected. It was a stupid plan, and a stupid idea. Of course, he hadn't listened to her. Nooooooo, he ignored her.
Bramble had hit him. The King. She'd slapped him in the face before she'd been forced to be stuffed in the stuffy carriage. She'd lost her anger, easily done with her stubborn behavior. Couldn't he see it was his fault? Of course not. He didn't know what it was like in the poorer villages, as Bramble had seen. Bramble had no sympathy for the rebels. Not since Aaliyah's death. But she had seen the innocent people suffer for nothing. And now he threatened them. They were forced to attend Aaliyah's funeral.
Bramble glared out the window as the carriage moved on, she did not cry in front of others. She buried it inside, where it twisted into something ugly. Anger and hate. Clearly in no mood to talk. Bramble dressed in her black, corseted gown for mourning. She didn't bother do her hair as elegant as she should have, but Bramble was always too wild to be confined in jewels and heavy gowns with fancy hair styles. It wouldn't change for her dead sister either. Her nails dug into her knees, glaring at the outside scenery.
Emberskull
Fish-shaped ethylbenzene
Cynthia Theroulde
Cynthia was miserable.
She was nearly as miserable as Bramble, who was seated next to her in the carriage that, try as it may not too, bumped and swerved to avoid the pool of gathered citizens.
Bramble, stared out the window with an expression that could easily lace the window with glittering frost, even on a warm day like this.
Cynthia miserable, but she hid it under a stone facade. She was used to such things, and they came as naturally as maternal instinct. Her hair was neatly braided back and a long velvety black dress that flowed behind her like water. Uncomfortably enough, if used in a literal sense, that meant the crumple of black around her was a puddle.
The cart screeched to a halt when it became impossible to navigate the throng. There were millions, gathered not for remembrance of Aaliyah's life, but in fear of joining her. From the thick insulation of the coach, Cynthia could hear a mere fraction of the ruckus outside, as people uneasily shared their thoughts on Princess Aaliyah's sudden passing.
As the two remaining Princesses were helped out of their carriage, silence rose upon the crowd like a fast spreading epidemic.
And they bowed to it.
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madame moiselle
❁ listening to lullabies ❁
Isaac Robinson of Tykanos
Just as Isaac had placed his wildflowers down next to the countless other bundles of blossoms, low murmurs began to ripple throughout the people, as more and more men and women began to turn around at the sudden commotion. A royal carriage had appeared into the scene, silencing those whispers and murmurs died down immediately. All faces were on the carriage, the silence almost foreboding. Isaac caught the glance of a fellow Free Hawks rebel; a man named Lawrence James, who was a few years older than Isaac. They both shared a brief look, and Isaac could tell Lawrence shared his unease.
Isaac's gaze returned back to the carriage, and by then, the two princesses had stepped out.
Now, Isaac had never seen the princesses up close. Only snippets and flashes of them when he was in town and so were they, but that was it. And that's all there would ever be. But, as so it seemed, Isaac was in the front row, standing right in front of the coffin of the now deceased Princess Aaliyah. He had a full view.
Both princesses were adorned in garments and fabrics Isaac knew he could never afford, their fiery red hair smooth and tailored into various hairstyles. Princess Bramble Eve was dressed in a black, corseted gown, her gaze stone-cold and filled with hate. Princess Cynthia adorned herself in a soft, velvety black gown that flowed behind her like a river. Her expression was expressionless, set in stone.
Isaac was frozen in his place, not knowing that he was right in front of the coffin, and right in the princesses's way of getting to their dead sister.
He couldn't help it.
No one had ever told him that the princesses were beautiful.
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Just as Isaac had placed his wildflowers down next to the countless other bundles of blossoms, low murmurs began to ripple throughout the people, as more and more men and women began to turn around at the sudden commotion. A royal carriage had appeared into the scene, silencing those whispers and murmurs died down immediately. All faces were on the carriage, the silence almost foreboding. Isaac caught the glance of a fellow Free Hawks rebel; a man named Lawrence James, who was a few years older than Isaac. They both shared a brief look, and Isaac could tell Lawrence shared his unease.
Isaac's gaze returned back to the carriage, and by then, the two princesses had stepped out.
Now, Isaac had never seen the princesses up close. Only snippets and flashes of them when he was in town and so were they, but that was it. And that's all there would ever be. But, as so it seemed, Isaac was in the front row, standing right in front of the coffin of the now deceased Princess Aaliyah. He had a full view.
Both princesses were adorned in garments and fabrics Isaac knew he could never afford, their fiery red hair smooth and tailored into various hairstyles. Princess Bramble Eve was dressed in a black, corseted gown, her gaze stone-cold and filled with hate. Princess Cynthia adorned herself in a soft, velvety black gown that flowed behind her like a river. Her expression was expressionless, set in stone.
Isaac was frozen in his place, not knowing that he was right in front of the coffin, and right in the princesses's way of getting to their dead sister.
He couldn't help it.
No one had ever told him that the princesses were beautiful.
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riptide131
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Shane Finnegan
Shans had been granted release from his guard duty for the funeral. With all of the guards from the surrounding towns in attendance, he was allowed to be with his family and mourn the death of Princess Aaliyah. It was extremely tragic. Shane knew that the killing of the princess would do so much harm to both sides and not bring about anything good. He was also uneasy about the King forcing everyone in the country to attend. It was a trap to catch enemies of the state but also a good opportunity for the rebels to do something seriously stupid. "Today should be a day of mourning." He thought.
When the royal carriage arrived, Shane's mother went to greet the two princesses, offering comfort as best she could. Shane felt so sorry for them. He knew that this was their fathers fault and so did they but there was nothing anyone could do about it. Shane wanted to offer them his condolences as well, but he couldn't stop himself from scanning the crowd for potential rebel threats. Even if he was on their side, he would stop anyone trying to disrupt the funeral ceremony. Despite his training, he was still nervous about what would go down today.
Eventually, he mustered up the courage to offer his condolences to the two princesses. He walked over to the girls that he had known, but not had a particularly close relationship with all of his life. "Cynthia, Bramble- I mean my ladies, I am so so sorry." The young man's voice was soft and compassionate. "I know how it feels to lose a loved one and if you ever need to talk about it, please, come find me."
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Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
~Bramble Theroulde~
As the two princesses stepped out of the carriage, Cynthia first then herself, Bramble grimaced at the sight. The silence was deafening to Bramble as she took on the many who were forced to be here. Too many. Some sick, and could hardly stand, some quietly cried out of fear, others gazed at them, full of hate. She couldn't blame them. Bramble shook her head, angry at the sight.
"What a rotter," Bramble commented as she looked at the crowd, grimacing. "He's a rotter of a king. I'll be amazed if he comes out alive." Bramble said bluntly, loudly enough for multiple people to hear, receiving some gasps from some people, even a few snickers that were quickly muffled. She didn't care. They were all thinking it.
Bramble glanced at Cynthia, who looked as miserable as her, retaining her grief-hiding stone expression. "Can't wait until he turns our funerals into blood baths." Bramble said to her sarcastically, arching a thin eyebrow as if to say 'Can you believe this?'
Bramble's icy eyes flared up as Shane greeted them. Formally. She'd known him most of her life, not that they were close. Bramble desperately wished she was in disguise. People would treat her normally then. Bramble hid her scowl. But her eyes hardened, and she looked up at the dull, cloudy sly for a moment, blinking as she pushed down her grief. Bramble was always close with her sisters. But she'd become so distant, Bramble hated the way it ended. She'd never got to tell Aaliyah.
Bramble snorted. "Today has been full of condolences." Bramble said, grimacing and looking back at Shane. After a brief second she said, "But thank you, Mr. Finnegan." Bramble said much softer and kinder. With that, she quickly maneuvered herself around Shane, leaving him with her sister. Bramble wasn't the most sensitive, and it was always hard for her to be king
Bramble made her way down the pathway. She didn't walk. She glided. Bramble was an amazing dancer, she often awed many people with her dancing at balls and such. She looked like a black blossom. Skirts dragging on the ground behind her. She stared at the ground, avoiding the hateful stares or fearful ones of the crowd. Bramble stopped short as she saw a pair of feet in front of her, she looked up-
and her heart stopped.
In front of her deceased sisters coffin, was a man. He had blonde hair, a structured face. He wasn't of particular wealth, which was no problem for Bramble. He had deep eyes. Bramble had never seen anyone so...beautiful.
Of course, there was always the suitors The King tried to throw on herself and her sisters. Some were handsome, others were not. Bramble would avoid suitors when she could. Generally locking them in places of the palace, the parlor, storage closets, etc. Depending on how well she liked them. Or she'd throw them on her sisters and take off. They were always so blasted boring to her. Bramble sought life outside the boring politics and snobby noblemen. Bramble always managed to see a number of flaws in the suitors. Besides, she was too dowry. Too much mouth. The King would be lucky if anyone took her hand.
"Who are you?" Bramble asked him, arching an eyebrow. Simply curious as to why he stood at her sisters coffin, blocking her path.
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Rhino Schneider
I'll make you an offer you can refuse.
Yao Yu of Tykanos
Yao Yu saw this coming the death of a child can drive a man insane Yao knew that from experience so when the king stated anyone who doesn't turn up for the princesses funeral be killed, Yao found it stupid the king must seem to forgot that the poor are full of sickness due to the lack of medicine does he really think that everyone can make it it just reminded Yao Yu why he became what he did. Yao Yu was used to hiding who he really was often using a hood to cover his face whenever preforming his rebel duties, just like the slaughter at Tykanos he was apart of it and the person who got the information to set up the slaughter he wanted to king to know what it's like to have one of the only things he cared about ripped away from him just like Yao did but Yao wouldn't be happy until the King had lost everything.
Yao looked around he saw fellow rebels around him not that they we're obvious no far from it to everyone else they would just look like the poor, see an upside with being a rebel but mostly being poor is that your invisible towards the nobles and rich so they don't even pay attention to you. All the rebels have agree that today nothing should happen it's too risky and they refused to get this many innocents killed because the kings army would slaughter everyone. However that made Yao think if one person did something shot an arrow tried killing one of the other princesses the kings guards would begin an attack which would rally the people in fear the rebels numbers would grow massively, Yao stopped himself from thinking and shuck his head it would be way to risky.
This might be the only time Yao can say that he is happy to be at a funeral the king deserves this but it would just be the first of three, the best way to kill the king isn't to go after him it's to go after everything he loves and then once his children are dead, his wife is dead he will make mistakes leaving himself unguarded out of pure rage. Yao's eyes looked straight onto the royal carriage as it arrived and then his eyes glanced over to the coffin where he saw someone he knew someone who was blocking the princesses way to the coffin he was going to get himself killed. Yao couldn't do anything if he shouted he would be killed or if he tried snaking through the crowd to get to him he would also be killed he could do nothing only watch.
Yao Yu saw this coming the death of a child can drive a man insane Yao knew that from experience so when the king stated anyone who doesn't turn up for the princesses funeral be killed, Yao found it stupid the king must seem to forgot that the poor are full of sickness due to the lack of medicine does he really think that everyone can make it it just reminded Yao Yu why he became what he did. Yao Yu was used to hiding who he really was often using a hood to cover his face whenever preforming his rebel duties, just like the slaughter at Tykanos he was apart of it and the person who got the information to set up the slaughter he wanted to king to know what it's like to have one of the only things he cared about ripped away from him just like Yao did but Yao wouldn't be happy until the King had lost everything.
Yao looked around he saw fellow rebels around him not that they we're obvious no far from it to everyone else they would just look like the poor, see an upside with being a rebel but mostly being poor is that your invisible towards the nobles and rich so they don't even pay attention to you. All the rebels have agree that today nothing should happen it's too risky and they refused to get this many innocents killed because the kings army would slaughter everyone. However that made Yao think if one person did something shot an arrow tried killing one of the other princesses the kings guards would begin an attack which would rally the people in fear the rebels numbers would grow massively, Yao stopped himself from thinking and shuck his head it would be way to risky.
This might be the only time Yao can say that he is happy to be at a funeral the king deserves this but it would just be the first of three, the best way to kill the king isn't to go after him it's to go after everything he loves and then once his children are dead, his wife is dead he will make mistakes leaving himself unguarded out of pure rage. Yao's eyes looked straight onto the royal carriage as it arrived and then his eyes glanced over to the coffin where he saw someone he knew someone who was blocking the princesses way to the coffin he was going to get himself killed. Yao couldn't do anything if he shouted he would be killed or if he tried snaking through the crowd to get to him he would also be killed he could do nothing only watch.
Adalynn_
The Wanderer
(I will play the king, but he will not have a character sheet.)
The king, dressed in a gold and black outfit, crown shined to perfection, stepped out on a platform, swarmed by guards. He had arrived an hour or two before his wife and the princesses arrived. His eyes squinted as he looked out among the crowds... everyone was here... the rather dirty and poorly dressed people of Myralli... the blank faced residents of Woodhaerst and Tykanos... and of course, the crying, well dressed people of Lunaris and Astrakane. He looked for any sign of insincerity or any hint of a glare in the crowd, and he instructed his guards to do the same.
Queen Laila was escorted out next, her long brown hair neatly tucked into one long braid down her back, and she wore a black and gold dress to match her husband. She was obviously where Aaliyah got her looks from. The brown hair, the icy blue eyes... but it was difficult to see them... the queen simply hung her head, face still red from crying all night. A guard tried to consolde her, but she gently pushed him away.
Then, King Audric cleared his throat, trying to silence the anxious crowd. His brown eyes looked around till he spotted the coffin which held his dear Aaliyah. His rather emotionless stare gradually turned into fury as he spotted a commoner right by the coffin. He growled. These useless peasants were supposed to stay back a fair distance, front row or not! His voice roared through the crowd. "Guards! Shane! Arrest this man and get him away from my daughters!" The queen flinched and shook her head, beginning to cry again.
Meanwhile, Corliss and her mother had arrived at the funeral. Her poor mother could barely stand, but Corliss had managed to carry her partway through the journey to Lunaris. She kept a straight face as her mother shook, the energy used to get here had made her dehydrated and weak. Corliss tried to comfort her, but she was startled when she heard the king's voice boom through the area.
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The king, dressed in a gold and black outfit, crown shined to perfection, stepped out on a platform, swarmed by guards. He had arrived an hour or two before his wife and the princesses arrived. His eyes squinted as he looked out among the crowds... everyone was here... the rather dirty and poorly dressed people of Myralli... the blank faced residents of Woodhaerst and Tykanos... and of course, the crying, well dressed people of Lunaris and Astrakane. He looked for any sign of insincerity or any hint of a glare in the crowd, and he instructed his guards to do the same.
Queen Laila was escorted out next, her long brown hair neatly tucked into one long braid down her back, and she wore a black and gold dress to match her husband. She was obviously where Aaliyah got her looks from. The brown hair, the icy blue eyes... but it was difficult to see them... the queen simply hung her head, face still red from crying all night. A guard tried to consolde her, but she gently pushed him away.
Then, King Audric cleared his throat, trying to silence the anxious crowd. His brown eyes looked around till he spotted the coffin which held his dear Aaliyah. His rather emotionless stare gradually turned into fury as he spotted a commoner right by the coffin. He growled. These useless peasants were supposed to stay back a fair distance, front row or not! His voice roared through the crowd. "Guards! Shane! Arrest this man and get him away from my daughters!" The queen flinched and shook her head, beginning to cry again.
Meanwhile, Corliss and her mother had arrived at the funeral. Her poor mother could barely stand, but Corliss had managed to carry her partway through the journey to Lunaris. She kept a straight face as her mother shook, the energy used to get here had made her dehydrated and weak. Corliss tried to comfort her, but she was startled when she heard the king's voice boom through the area.
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Emberskull
Fish-shaped ethylbenzene
Cynthia Theroulde
As she did her best not to trip over the hem of her dress, Cynthia responded to her sister's comment with a forbearing grimace. When looking out upon the crowd of the tearful, the solemn and the sick, she wondered what would be considered rebellious. At worst, someone would most likely double over coughing during the obsequy. When approached by anyone who offered condolences, she merely answered with a strained smile and a well-practiced 'thank you'.
She allowed Bramble to lead, lagging behind with unhindered timidness, her green rhinestone eyes surveying the crowd emotionlessly.
Granted that she did nearly bump in into her sister after their sudden halt, she easily regained her posture. Standing before them was a sandy-haired ban with brilliant blue eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Brambled, which to Cynthia seemed odd. For she had the exact same question on her mind, just before the Guards came to seize him.
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As she did her best not to trip over the hem of her dress, Cynthia responded to her sister's comment with a forbearing grimace. When looking out upon the crowd of the tearful, the solemn and the sick, she wondered what would be considered rebellious. At worst, someone would most likely double over coughing during the obsequy. When approached by anyone who offered condolences, she merely answered with a strained smile and a well-practiced 'thank you'.
She allowed Bramble to lead, lagging behind with unhindered timidness, her green rhinestone eyes surveying the crowd emotionlessly.
Granted that she did nearly bump in into her sister after their sudden halt, she easily regained her posture. Standing before them was a sandy-haired ban with brilliant blue eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Brambled, which to Cynthia seemed odd. For she had the exact same question on her mind, just before the Guards came to seize him.
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madame moiselle
❁ listening to lullabies ❁
Isaac Robinson of Tykanos
Isaac had never known that Princess Bramble had hated the King too. Her own father. But then again, Isaac could relate; he hated his own father as well. The bastard was a scoundrel, a drunkard who cared about nothing but himself; left his wife to do all the work, and drown in blood, sweat and tears as she struggled to raise her son and bring food to the table.
Bramble's poisonous words echoed throughout the clearing, and gasps could be heard. Almost everyone here in this city adored the King; after all, the King let the minority have all the riches and comforts while the rest of his people starved and died.
Isaac kept his surprise to himself. He had never known the King's own daughter could hold such hate against him. Isaac knew he viewed the King as an enemy, an oppressor..but his daughters? Isaac wasn't sure. Bramble's little outburst certainly expressed her feelings towards the King. Maybe...just maybe...she could be an ally, and so could her sister.
"My apologies, Princess." he began, bowing low. "I--"
Unfortunately, Isaac's response was rudely interrupted, as the King's mighty voice boomed across the glade. Isaac looked up, seeing the King and his Queen dressed in royal clothes. The Queen kept her face down, flinching at her husband's outburst. Isaac's heart skipped multiple beats as guards began to trickle in, rushing to get him. Isaac thought of running, but shook that foolish idea out of his head. He couldn't run. Besides, where would he go? If he went back to camp, he would lead the guards straight to it. Isaac gave a quick glance of panic to Lawrence, who was staring back at him, his eyes troubled. Isaac's heart relaxed for a moment; at least he knew he could trust Lawrence to bring their members back to safety, lest something unpleasant happened to Isaac.
With that in mind, Isaac didn't run, but he did shoot the King a brief glance, a fleeting look, one filled with venom and hatred. No matter what happened to him, the Free Hawks would survive, and would fight to the end.
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Isaac had never known that Princess Bramble had hated the King too. Her own father. But then again, Isaac could relate; he hated his own father as well. The bastard was a scoundrel, a drunkard who cared about nothing but himself; left his wife to do all the work, and drown in blood, sweat and tears as she struggled to raise her son and bring food to the table.
Bramble's poisonous words echoed throughout the clearing, and gasps could be heard. Almost everyone here in this city adored the King; after all, the King let the minority have all the riches and comforts while the rest of his people starved and died.
Isaac kept his surprise to himself. He had never known the King's own daughter could hold such hate against him. Isaac knew he viewed the King as an enemy, an oppressor..but his daughters? Isaac wasn't sure. Bramble's little outburst certainly expressed her feelings towards the King. Maybe...just maybe...she could be an ally, and so could her sister.
"My apologies, Princess." he began, bowing low. "I--"
Unfortunately, Isaac's response was rudely interrupted, as the King's mighty voice boomed across the glade. Isaac looked up, seeing the King and his Queen dressed in royal clothes. The Queen kept her face down, flinching at her husband's outburst. Isaac's heart skipped multiple beats as guards began to trickle in, rushing to get him. Isaac thought of running, but shook that foolish idea out of his head. He couldn't run. Besides, where would he go? If he went back to camp, he would lead the guards straight to it. Isaac gave a quick glance of panic to Lawrence, who was staring back at him, his eyes troubled. Isaac's heart relaxed for a moment; at least he knew he could trust Lawrence to bring their members back to safety, lest something unpleasant happened to Isaac.
With that in mind, Isaac didn't run, but he did shoot the King a brief glance, a fleeting look, one filled with venom and hatred. No matter what happened to him, the Free Hawks would survive, and would fight to the end.
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Yao Yu of Tykanos
Yao Yu listened out closely to everything around him even when at a funeral people talked often giving away little bits of information his eyes kept flicking to the front right by the coffin he needed to do something to help the young rebel, Yao himself was old especially for a poor person and his old age gave him wisdom into matters of helping people he had a plan quite simple as long as the young rebel would play along. Yao knew the rebel as Isaac a boy similar to Yao himself hunter by day rebel intelligence by night. Yao bit his lip as he came up fully with a plan he started making his way slowly towards the coffin he made sure not to make a big scene.
That's when Yao heard it the kings voice ordering Isaac to be arrested chances are he would be interrogated and due to his age wouldn't be experienced with pain, Yao Yu however was he had been caught three times each time for 'hunting' in private land but just in case he was interrogated in case he was a rebel and all three times he didn't crack mind over matter he always thought. Yao pace kept getting faster and faster now that the king had ordered Isaac's arrest they was only one thing Yao could do and it was lie. His plan was to act as Isaac's father and beg for Yao Yu to be arrested instead after all mistakes of the son are the fathers fault for not being a good teacher, he knew they didn't look anything alike but for all the king knew he got it from his mothers side.
Yao finally made it right to the front where he groveled before the king on his hands and knees if this didn't work the rebels would be down two members if it did at least the younger member was free and age it's was an advantage. "My lord please do not take my boy, he is young and does not understand his place in this world." Yao said before shooting a quick glance towards Isaac and mouthing the words play along. "If you must take someone please I beg of you show mercy to my boy and take me." Yao quickly added replacing his head on the cold ground.
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Yao Yu listened out closely to everything around him even when at a funeral people talked often giving away little bits of information his eyes kept flicking to the front right by the coffin he needed to do something to help the young rebel, Yao himself was old especially for a poor person and his old age gave him wisdom into matters of helping people he had a plan quite simple as long as the young rebel would play along. Yao knew the rebel as Isaac a boy similar to Yao himself hunter by day rebel intelligence by night. Yao bit his lip as he came up fully with a plan he started making his way slowly towards the coffin he made sure not to make a big scene.
That's when Yao heard it the kings voice ordering Isaac to be arrested chances are he would be interrogated and due to his age wouldn't be experienced with pain, Yao Yu however was he had been caught three times each time for 'hunting' in private land but just in case he was interrogated in case he was a rebel and all three times he didn't crack mind over matter he always thought. Yao pace kept getting faster and faster now that the king had ordered Isaac's arrest they was only one thing Yao could do and it was lie. His plan was to act as Isaac's father and beg for Yao Yu to be arrested instead after all mistakes of the son are the fathers fault for not being a good teacher, he knew they didn't look anything alike but for all the king knew he got it from his mothers side.
Yao finally made it right to the front where he groveled before the king on his hands and knees if this didn't work the rebels would be down two members if it did at least the younger member was free and age it's was an advantage. "My lord please do not take my boy, he is young and does not understand his place in this world." Yao said before shooting a quick glance towards Isaac and mouthing the words play along. "If you must take someone please I beg of you show mercy to my boy and take me." Yao quickly added replacing his head on the cold ground.
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Queen of SHIIIPS
Bramble awaited the blondes response, and just as he was about to, The Kings voice boomed through the crowd, and he ordered the poor blonde arrested. Bramble' ice blue eyes flared up, looking even angrier and colder then before. Bramble whipped around and pushed her way through some of the guards that came to seize him, trodding hard on his foot, and the guard howled in pain and anger, Bramble rushed on, fists clenched at her side.
Until she came right up to The King, where a man begged for the blondes lide, claiming to be his father, although Bramble saw no resemblance. Bramble' eyes flared in anger, her face a touch pink from anger.
"Sir!" Bramble cried, horrified, her face defiant. "You cannot! You mean to take him away?! He did nothing!" Bramble snarled angrily before continuing, "How dare you! How dare you turn Aaliyah's funeral into something monstrous!" Bramble shook her head, as if he were a child to be scolded, or something disgusting. "You can't do this. Let them go. Let these people go." Bramble pleaded, gesturing to the entire crowd. Her eyes cold and defiant as she challenged The King, her fists clenched at her side.
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The Wanderer
King Audric saw the older man claiming to be the boy's father, and he rubbed his chin in thought. He simply mumbled, "Then arrest them both." The guards grabbed both Yao Yu, as well as Isaac, and held them firmly, started to take them away. That is, until Princess Bramble began to protest. They stopped in their tracks and looked at Bramble and the king in awe. Someone was daring to stand up to the king?
Queen Laila's reddened eyes caught Bramble's as she rose her head. She shook her head and mouthed 'no', trying to warn her to not bother her father when he was mad and depressed. It was a bad combination. The king gave a loaded glare to Bramble. He started to respond to his daughter's outburst in a quiet but very firm voice. "Bramble. You would be smart to follow the lead of your sister and keep... your... mouth... shut." The last word was pronounced particularly sharply. He stared at his daughter, trying to warn her that another word from her could result in punishment.
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Queen Laila's reddened eyes caught Bramble's as she rose her head. She shook her head and mouthed 'no', trying to warn her to not bother her father when he was mad and depressed. It was a bad combination. The king gave a loaded glare to Bramble. He started to respond to his daughter's outburst in a quiet but very firm voice. "Bramble. You would be smart to follow the lead of your sister and keep... your... mouth... shut." The last word was pronounced particularly sharply. He stared at his daughter, trying to warn her that another word from her could result in punishment.
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Shane Finnegan
Shane was not surprised by either princesses reaction. When his father died, he wanted to push everyone away as well. He stopped when he heard the kings orders. Shane could see that Isaac meant no harm and the king had ordered him to arrest the rebel.
He he followed the guards that were taking Isaac away. "I'll take this one. Maybe I can rough him up and find out some information about my father's death." He excused the two guards of their duty and tied Isaac's hands together. He pulled Isaac in tightly. "You are gonna get yourself killed. Don't try to fight your way out of this. I'll get you out of the city unharmed but don't do anything stupid. Not today. It's about Aaliyah and royal or not, she didn't deserve to die." Shane shoved Isaac forward to make it look like he was taking him off to prison.
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Cynthia Theroulde
As soon as Yaoi stepped out as Isaac's father, it was clear something was wrong. Cynthia had seen Isaac's reaction firsthand to Bramble's disgust for her father. He understood. He had a terrible father as well. And a terrible father would not sacrifice himself for his son. There was something else going on here, and Cynthia couldn't help but assume it was rebel related.
Cynthia placed a gentle hand on Bramble's shoulder, silently urging her to cease her revolt. "It's not worth it," Cynthia whispered urgently. "If you continue to rebel, Father will no doubt lock you in your room... You'd miss Aaliyah's funeral and be useless to the man." She said, willing her sister to see reason.
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As soon as Yaoi stepped out as Isaac's father, it was clear something was wrong. Cynthia had seen Isaac's reaction firsthand to Bramble's disgust for her father. He understood. He had a terrible father as well. And a terrible father would not sacrifice himself for his son. There was something else going on here, and Cynthia couldn't help but assume it was rebel related.
Cynthia placed a gentle hand on Bramble's shoulder, silently urging her to cease her revolt. "It's not worth it," Cynthia whispered urgently. "If you continue to rebel, Father will no doubt lock you in your room... You'd miss Aaliyah's funeral and be useless to the man." She said, willing her sister to see reason.
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Queen of SHIIIPS
Bramble flared up, and when she was angry, her mouth wiped like a viper. Bramble was reckless, and fiery. She was too stubborn, too defiant. Deep down, Bramble of course feared the King. You'd be stupid not to. But Bramble's fire did not extinguish from fear, nor would it ever. The tone of the King made Bramble flinch, but she refused to back down from the issue.
"That's the problem, isn't it?" Bramble's tone was cold, her blue eyes flared up in anger. "Everybody keeps there mouth shut. Nobody speaks up to their King. Some rotten King you are." Bramble snarled. The words flowed freely from her. She wasn't using proper mannerisms anymore, using commoners tongue, normal, and not etiquette. Very improper. Bramble had picked it up as a second language, when using it on the streets.
Her voice continued to rise. "Aaliyah would have never-" Bramble was cut off as Cynthia placed a hand on her shoulder, and she went silent at her sisters words. Her lips pressed so thinly together, they were white. They didn't understand. Her entire family had no idea what the poorer villages went through. Bramble did. She snuck out in disguise. Every night. She'd heard and seen things. Things Bramble wished she hadn't. And half the reason she hated The King. He killed Aaliyah. It was all his fault.
Bramble considered Cynthia's words. Which was very rare for her. Bramble knew how to get out of her room when it was locked. But she couldn't miss her sisters funeral. And The King would not relent. After a lengthy pause, the tension freezing the air around them, Bramble clenched her jaw, and with great effort, stopped talking. Her eyes burned with anger and her face set in stone as she met the Kings glare defiantly. Bramble was grieving. Which made her angrier then usual. Bramble wanted to make sure her own father, knew she was the one person who didn't fear him, that she too, was a force to be reckoned with. So she made one last comment. Being her reckless self.
"Aaliyah wouldn't have wanted this. She wouldn't have let you do this." Bramble hissed in a ice cold tone, matching her icy expression, meeting the Kings glare.
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Isaac Robinson of Tykanos
Before he knew it, Isaac's hands were put behind his back in an iron grip, and despite his mind telling him it was useless, Isaac tried to fight back, each attempt painful. But the guards' clutches were like granite. He couldn't believe it. He was going straight to prison. Isaac desperately tried to search out any familiar faces among the stricken crowd, but he found none. It seemed his fellow Free Hawk teammates have disappeared, probably taking advantage of the distracting situation. Isaac knew they were going to come back for him. Even if it were ten times dangerous than any other mission they've carried out, they would come back to rescue him. Half of Isaac felt relieved, but the other half felt anxious. Worried. The risks of rescuing him would be over-the-roof high, and Isaac didn't want his entire group to be arrested just because of him.
Then, someone else arrived into the scene. A man of Asian roots, looking a bit over his forties, was on his knees, begging to the King. Isaac almost gawked as he realized the man was trying to help him, pretending to be his father. The idea of Isaac's father caring so much about his son that he would go on knees and beg to the King was alien to Isaac. His real father would never do that. He never did, he never would, and he never will. Nevertheless, Isaac hid his shock under a stone facade, deciding to follow in the trick when the man looked his way.
Unfortunately, the King had other ideas. Try as he might, the man was arrested along with Isaac, and soon enough, they both had their hands behind their backs, in an iron grip, ready for imprisonment.
But then suddenly, the guards stopped. Isaac turned to see Princess Bramble, standing in front of her father, eyes flared with fury and knotted fists at her sides. Isaac bit back a shocked gasp; she was defending him. Isaac blinked, the surprise on his face evident, confusion swirling inside. Bramble was indeed a hater. A royal in flesh, but rebel in spirit. Isaac watched as Bramble spewed out her verbal attacks in a frenzy, indicating her fiery spirit. Bramble standing up to her father reminded him of his own defending against his drunk papa, protecting his mother. A river of memories suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, bitter ones, and he tried to let them fade. There was no need for that now. John, Isaac's father, was dead. He died just over a year ago, from alcohol poisoning.
Good. He deserved it.
Isaac clenched his jaw as the King threatened his daughter, a steely look in his eyes. The Queen, tried to shake her head, indicating to Bramble that it wasn't a good idea to fight back.
Of course it wasn't a good idea. It's a stupid, irrational, repulsive idea.
But it's one you take when you've got guts.
Suddenly, someone else was behind Isaac, another guard. Before he could resist, he realized it was Shane. Isaac almost grinned in relief; Shane was a fellow rebel, a source of inside intelligence, and he's been serving the royal family for years. Shane wasn't an official member of the Free Hawks, but Isaac was considering of letting him join. Shane's voice whispered in his ear, urgent and harsh. Isaac gritted his teeth in annoyance but grimly nodded. He knew Shane was a rebel, but maybe all those years of being in the palace and near the royal family has softened him. Made him doubt his allegiances. And maybe eventually, with enough time, Shane could switch to the Royals's side, and become a traitor. Isaac certainly didn't want that kind of man in his group. It was just a hunch, but you never know. Isaac kept his suspicions to himself, as Shane led him away, hearing Princess Bramble's last words, before stopping abruptly.
Isaac glanced behind him, seeing her sister, the graceful Princess Cynthia, whispering to her in urgency. Isaac blinked in surprise as Bramble immediately calmed down, her demeanor changing a few moments later. Isaac glanced at Princess Cynthia in wonder, wondering how she could've done it. She could silence even the fieriest of spirits. For a moment, Isaac considered: the Free Hawks could definitely use someone like her as well...
But before he could ponder on it any more, Shane had led him farther and farther away, away into silent freedom.
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The Wanderer
The king cleared his throat... his fiery red hair, very similar to the princesses', glimmered in the sun that briefly peeked through the clouds before disappearing again. His eyes, glued on his daughter's coffin, showed obvious signs of anger and grief. He began to speak. "My loyal subjects... people, of Aria... we have gathered here today to mourn the loss of my daughter... your very own Princess Aaliyah Loreida Theroulde... of Lunaris." The king paused, gathering his thoughts. "I asked you to gather here with a heavy heart. My Aaliyah was taken from us at too young of an age and at too soon of a time. The kingdom grieves her departure. Her life was, unfortunately, taken by one of our own, but I assure you... we will find this wretch. We will find this pathetic, heartless man who has the gall to call himself a human being."
The king's stare turned from one full of sadness, to one of no emotion, accompanied by a bitter, biting coldness. His raised his voice. "We will not stop there, however. We will kill every last person who poses a threat to the ones we love, to the kingdom, and to this beautiful land, Aria, which we call home. Consider, rebels... consider yourselves warned. Your wicked ways will not survive in this kingdom!" All of a sudden, one, then two guards dropped to the ground, people in a corner of the crowd started screaming. Two rebels had smuggled in weapons, and were now taking their anger about the king's words, out on the guards and nobles. Guards quickly rushed to the royal family's side, weapons drawn. The king saw this and pointed, voice shaking with rage, "Kill them!!!"
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Corliss heard a body of a guard drop next to her. Her eyes widened and she looked at her mother, who was panicking. Corliss realized something... she was wearing a cape that had the royal insignia embroidered around the bottom edge of it. She had worn it to show that she was not of any threat to the kingdom, that she had actually worked with the royal family before to heal their soldiers.... but now? She was a target. As soon as she realized this, it was already too late. One of the rebels had saw the signs and had snuck up on her. He thrust his sword directly through a sign that was near her thigh. Corliss shouted in agony, feeling the blade go almost all the way through, then she fell to the ground, crying. She knew it was in her best interest to stay calm, but she was already getting dizzy... the shouts of the people around her were echoing. She looked at a guard who had been stabbed in the chest. His dead stare haunted her. Was this how wars started?
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The king's stare turned from one full of sadness, to one of no emotion, accompanied by a bitter, biting coldness. His raised his voice. "We will not stop there, however. We will kill every last person who poses a threat to the ones we love, to the kingdom, and to this beautiful land, Aria, which we call home. Consider, rebels... consider yourselves warned. Your wicked ways will not survive in this kingdom!" All of a sudden, one, then two guards dropped to the ground, people in a corner of the crowd started screaming. Two rebels had smuggled in weapons, and were now taking their anger about the king's words, out on the guards and nobles. Guards quickly rushed to the royal family's side, weapons drawn. The king saw this and pointed, voice shaking with rage, "Kill them!!!"
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Corliss heard a body of a guard drop next to her. Her eyes widened and she looked at her mother, who was panicking. Corliss realized something... she was wearing a cape that had the royal insignia embroidered around the bottom edge of it. She had worn it to show that she was not of any threat to the kingdom, that she had actually worked with the royal family before to heal their soldiers.... but now? She was a target. As soon as she realized this, it was already too late. One of the rebels had saw the signs and had snuck up on her. He thrust his sword directly through a sign that was near her thigh. Corliss shouted in agony, feeling the blade go almost all the way through, then she fell to the ground, crying. She knew it was in her best interest to stay calm, but she was already getting dizzy... the shouts of the people around her were echoing. She looked at a guard who had been stabbed in the chest. His dead stare haunted her. Was this how wars started?
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Queen of SHIIIPS
Bramble tore her icy gaze away from her The King, and fixated it on the coffin, her stare hardening, and Bramble pushed down the grief that threatened to show itself. Bramble looked up at the sky, blinking, fumbling with her fingers on front of her, as The King spoke behind her, listening to his speech.
As the first part of his speech finished, Bramble snorted. The King had the guts to call someone else a "Pathetic, heartless being." Bramble thought The King was describing himself for a brief moment.
Bramble did indeed hate the rebels. She hadn't before, until Aaliyah's murder. Then she did. As The King's tone shifted, Bramble felt the familiar boiling sensation stir back through her, while his tone got louder and louder. Was he trying to get himself killed? Bramble flinched as his tone rose into a yell, promising to kill the rebels. Bramble spun on the King, angry, but she never got to open her mouth.
Bramble looked back back at the crowd, alarmed as people started to scream. Bramble faintly heard the King yell in rage behind her, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The entire crowd moved like water, a flurry of people, screaming in panic or battle cries, bloodshed erupting, guards, nobles and rebels clashing and dropping.
Guards had surrounded the Royal family before Bramble could even blink. A guard dropping nearby snapped Brambke out of her horrified stupor, she was pale, and felt as if her knees couldn't support her. She'd never seen someone murdered. Or so much blood. In truth, Bramble was terrified. But she was a fighter. She'd vowed to avenge her sister, and harm a revel anyway she could.
The guards wouldn't let her through. There was no chance in getting through. So instead, Bramble bent down, adrenaline coursing through her veins, and picked up a rock, her eyes blazed, searching for a target.
Nearby, a rebel stabbed into a guard, and the guard fell back into the ground, clutching his wounded stomach. The rebel raised his sword, ready to stab roughy through the guard-
and was soundly hit in the jaw with a rock.
Bramble had thrown the rock. The rock hadn't killed the rebel or such, but distracted him enough for another guard to impale the rebel through his sword, saving his comrade.
Bramble's eyes blazed with determination, her jaw was set. If she couldn't pick up a weapon, Bramble would have to use any other methods to hurt the rebels.
The guards squeezed in closer to Bramble, in an attempt to protect her, and stop her from throwing rocks, but of course, nothing deterred Bramble.
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Shane Doyle
Shane hastily guided Isaac towards his house. They arrived just as the fighting broke out. He handed Isaac the rope he had been using as restraints. "Take this. I have to go back out there. If anyone comes in here tie yourself to something heavy and tell them that you are my prisoner. If I'm not back before nightfall, do whatever you can to get out of the capital alive."
Shane darted towards the center of the fighting, searching for any the princesses as it was his duty to protect them. He couldn't find either one but spotted a girl who had a severe stab wound in her leg. Shane struck the rebel who had stabbed her with the butt of his sword. He didn't want to harm the rebels but he had no problem stopping them if they tried to kill innocent people. He knelt beside Corliss. "I need to get you away from here. You need to apply pressure to that leg. And let me help you up." He gestured as if he wanted to pick her up but his duty-bound nature prevented him from doing so without permission.
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Cynthia Theroulde
Cynthia stumbled backward with a startled shriek, pulling Bramble back with her, just avoiding the spray of blood as someone's throat was slit in a brutal frenzy. Bramble lunged forward with murderous intent, only to be blocked by a barricade of soldiers. Cynthia watched in horror as she saw what her beloved sister's funeral had become.
It was a bloodbath.
First came the sensory overload. The stampede of terrified people, war cries of attacking rebels, and the screams of the dying. The splattering sound of blood on cobblestone. What came next should've been silence, but Cynthia wouldn't allow that silence to swallow this sacred ground.
It could not let it take the only sister she had left.
So Cynthia, for the first time in her life, she made a move without considering the risks, without calculating her every move. She charged into trouble blindly. With the saber of a dead man. Bursting through the wall of guards, snarling, lunging, impaling, dismembering.
She was a flurry of well-timed moves, jabs in the direction of the enemies, blinded momentarily by fury that ended up being her downfall.
In the end, she had only killed two rebels, a severely maimed one when she was caught in a chokehold.
She scratched at the arm, spurting insults and scrabling to escaped the hold, her feet scuffing the floor with a sound that signified defeat.
It had been all too easy to get her worked up, and to use that rage against her.
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Cynthia stumbled backward with a startled shriek, pulling Bramble back with her, just avoiding the spray of blood as someone's throat was slit in a brutal frenzy. Bramble lunged forward with murderous intent, only to be blocked by a barricade of soldiers. Cynthia watched in horror as she saw what her beloved sister's funeral had become.
It was a bloodbath.
First came the sensory overload. The stampede of terrified people, war cries of attacking rebels, and the screams of the dying. The splattering sound of blood on cobblestone. What came next should've been silence, but Cynthia wouldn't allow that silence to swallow this sacred ground.
It could not let it take the only sister she had left.
So Cynthia, for the first time in her life, she made a move without considering the risks, without calculating her every move. She charged into trouble blindly. With the saber of a dead man. Bursting through the wall of guards, snarling, lunging, impaling, dismembering.
She was a flurry of well-timed moves, jabs in the direction of the enemies, blinded momentarily by fury that ended up being her downfall.
In the end, she had only killed two rebels, a severely maimed one when she was caught in a chokehold.
She scratched at the arm, spurting insults and scrabling to escaped the hold, her feet scuffing the floor with a sound that signified defeat.
It had been all too easy to get her worked up, and to use that rage against her.
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Isaac Robinson of Tykanos
Isaac clenched his jaw as Shane disappeared, dropping the rope to the ground. He had also heard the sounds of battle; something had went wrong. He wondered, for a split-second, how the princesses were faring in the chaos. Isaac stubbornly shook his head; there was no time to think about that; he needed to escape while there was still a chance. Isaac had wondered if the attack was launched by his Free Hawks. No, that couldn't be possible. Even if they were rebels, rogues of their own kind, they knew what was sane, and what wasn't. Launching an attack midst a funeral, and where there were hundreds of guards crawling around.
Isaac didn't need to wait until nightfall. With luck, most guards will be at the funeral gathering to protect the King and his family, which means a relatively safe passageway to the forests. Isaac exited the home, and began making his way to the outskirts, weaving through tall homes and paved streets,, marveling at how little guardsmen there were.
Isaac's mind was still on the princesses. It wasn't just about their welfare, it was how useful they could be if used properly. If used properly, those two could change the entire wave to the rebels's favour. It would definitely be a game-changer. But Isaac knew convincing the girls to join would be a very complicated and hard task. Isaac knew Bramble hated her father, but wasn't so sure about her sister. He didn't know if they both shared the same sentiments for rebels, but after what happened to their oldest sister, they probably didn't look favorably upon the rebels either. So if convincing them isn't an option, what is?
The idea clicked into his brain a few moments later, and it was indeed a brilliant, if I do say so myself.
A plan began forming in Isaac's mind, an astute plan, a plan so deviously clever, even the King wouldn't expect it. As Isaac neared the outskirts, the plan had been almost fully articulated in his mind. Some may argue this strategy is too cruel, too devilish. It would hurt the King beyond reason. But Isaac simply didn't care. The King had to know how it feels like to be neglected, to be derived of any attention, to know how it feels to really suffer.
Just like his father did.
Isaac, with his Free Hawks, are going to kidnap the princesses.
It hadn't been less then five minutes before Isaac had confronted his Free Hawks, near an abandoned alleyway.
"Isaac!" whispered Lawrence, appearing out of the shadows. Ten other people joined, their Free Hawk insignia of a cross, plastered on their shoulders. For Isaac, being the leader, his insignia was on his chest, a symbol of his position in the group.
"All hell has broken loose," said Isaac, getting straight to the point. "We need to go back in there, and take advantage." Isaac could see uneasy glances pass between his comrades. "What exactly do you mean, Isaac?" questioned Lawrence, almost hesitantly.
"We're going to back in there, and we're going to kidnap the princesses."
Murmurs circled around the men, and Lawrence gazed at Isaac in bewilderment. "Kidnap Princess Bramble and Princess Cynthia? But it's..." he trailed off, deep in thought, not knowing what to say.
"It's a brilliant idea," answered one of the other men, Jacob Danvers, a skilled swordsman. "As always, Isaac, you don't cease to impress. I say it's brilliant. It will be a game-changer for sure." Jacob gave him a firm nod. Isaac nodded back, thankful his plan was supported. The others began filtering in, agreeing. "Freedom is ours," responded Arthur Wayne, smiling. "The King won't see it coming!" cheered the overly-excited sixteen year-old Thorn Friar.
Isaac grinned, knowing this plan will work. "Alright boys, we got this. I'm assuming the rest are at camp?" When Lawrence nodded his confirmation, Isaac continued. "We will all head back into the funeral gathering, all except for one. Thorn," indicated Isaac, looking at him. "You are our fastest runner; go back to camp and tell them to get ready at the gates; we'll be bringing some unexpected treasure. Right boys?" Everyone nodded, some cheering a little hurrah. Thorn got up and sprinted off, leaving the rest to their plans.
Isaac and his Free Hawks separated, and headed back to the funeral gathering, ready to set their plan in motion.
The King won't see it coming.
(Hey @Adalynn_, maybe Corliss can be swept up in the kidnapping too? It's only if you want, but it's just to make sure she ins't excluded either
)(And @riptide131, maybe Shane should consider joining the Free Hawks? Cuz right now, I'm just RPing all of them xP)
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Queen of SHIIIPS
Bramble had thrown multiple rocks, hitting rebels and the occasional guards now and then. She was determined to hurt them. And to protect her remains family. She couldn't just stand idly by and watch as her people were slaughtered before her. Killing each other.
Both Bramble and Cynthia shrieked as Bramble was yanked back by Cynthia, narrowly avoiding a spray of blood from a mans throat, Bramble was horrified. Bramble picked up another stone and threw it, hitting a rebel square in the nose with a satisfying crunch, who had been too close to the wall protecting them.
Without warning, Cynthia charge forward, straight at the wall of guards, Bramble attempted to grab her arm to pull her back, but wasn't quick enough. A guard stepped in her way, preventing Bramble from going after her sister, he was received with Bramble elbowing him right in his face, breaking his nose, which spurred blood. Bramble shoved herself through the wall, and her head frantically searched for her sister among the crowd.
Bramble grew more more frantic when she couldn't find her, feeling her own heart hammering through her corset. Finally, catching a flash of red hair, Bramble's heart stopped cold.
Cynthia was caught an deadly chokehold, her feet scuffling showed she did not have a chance. A flurry of memories ran through Bramble. Cynthia's and Bramble as children, growing up, being close, Bramble dragging her into trouble, all the good and bad memories. Bramble swelled up, enraged. Protective.
Bramble did not remember picking up the saber off a dead guard. In a billow of black skirts, Bramble had charged her way through the fighting masses, and ran the man through with the saber, coming at him from his side, he dropped Cynthia from the chokehold, as both Bramble and him went to the ground, Bramble still clutching the hilt of the saber in him, the man coughed up blood, before lying still. His eyes were full of hatred even in death, stuck open, staring at the sky.
Bramble leapt back from him, her hands stained red in his blood, her face gaunt and ashen. Her blue eyes wide from shock and horror, black dress stained in dirt and mud, and her red hair unbrushed and no longer pinned back, in tangles. She'd just killed a man. Taken a life. But she had to save her sister. She wouldn't lose her.
Bramble snapped out of her stupor and looked at Cynthia, the sound of battle rang out all around them, but despite it, Bramble could still say;
"Cyn, you look like hell." Bramble joked in a hoarse whisper, a faint wry grin on her face as Bramble shakily stood, they had to get out of there, and quickly.
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