Lyle had just begun to doze at his table, his compiled data of the competition acting as his pillow, when a light knocking sound roused him. Walking to the front door and opening it, he discovered that his guest was a Delibird toting a letter for him. After taking the envelope and wishing the Pokemon a safe journey as it flew to its next destination, Lyle returned to his table and began to read Macbeth's invitation.
"...Well, I sure would've loved to know about this a few hours ago," Lyle lamented to himself, glancing back at all the research he'd had his squires gather and deliver. On the bright side, going to this dinner would allow him to judge his fellow Knights by their actions and personalities, rather than mere notes on a page. However, there were a few guys that Lyle really didn't want to be in the same room with, such as their host and the Black Knight. The former was apparently quite pompous, and while it might not be the same guy under that armour, mom had told him that the Black Knight was the reason that she lost her leg. Such a factoid had a tendency to make conversations turn awkward quite quickly.
Deciding that he would be at that meeting tomorrow, Lyle decided that he'd better get to bed before falling asleep at the table again. Leaving the note in plain sight for when his mother awoke, Lyle turned out the lights and went up to his room. Making sure not to awaken Mackenzie, Lyle managed to get under the covers and snuggle in beside her. Placing his hands between his head and the pillows, Lyle tried picturing himself as the new king of the land (an unwanted position, but certainly a possibile outcome of the war), and quickly drifted off to dreamland.
Being more ambiguous.
The Magenta Knight shuffled through a number of reports from the other magenta knights, each an assessment of the capabilities of his fellow Knight Leaders. Many were sparse and vague, others proliferated vast speculation.
"He killed his predecessor, they're actually sisters, she is their cousin, he is actually a she, bah!" He through the papers before the floor. "I care not for simple gossip! What I desire is fact: definitive, absolute fact! And besides," he scoffed, knowingly, "who would believe these rumors? Preposterous." He sighed, his breath almost as vitriolic as his partner's. "Whosoever hands me another useless sheet of paper tonight shall regret it."
"I think you should refrain from such harsh language, Arcen," Hareton yawned, awoken by the rustle of papers and wings. "You have one more useless sheet of paper coming your way." At that, he pointed Arcen to the approaching Delibird, now apparently shivering from the Magenta Knight's threat.
"A peon of the Gold Knight, hm." The Magenta Knight scowled, his night sufficiently ruined. "Well then, bring it here." Petrified, the Delibird remained planted in the doorway. "Come now, that bit about releasing my inner wrath was merely a temper tantrum, I assure you."
"I don't believe you ever said anything about 'releasing your inner wrath'" Hareton so matter-of-factly added. "Your words were, I think you said that 'whosoever hands me another useless sheet of paper-'"
"I know what I said, Hareton." He sighed again; between the upcoming war and Hareton's moronic wit, he wondered if the world was conspiring against him ever leaving his position. "Hareton, while our dear visitor is still paralyzed in fear, could you just go and pick up it? Should I approach him, he would abscond in terror, no doubt."
"As you command, my liege," Hareton responded, the sarcasm dripping like, or rather, with, poison. At that, Hareton flew over to the other side of the room, gently lifted the Delibird with his small, but talon-like feet, and flew it over to Arcen.
"I meant the letter, Hareton," he muttered, stifling his annoyance.
"'It' means many things, Arcen. I interpreted 'it' to mean the messenger."
"Well I meant the letter! You and I both know that I commanded you to retrieve the letter!" The Magenta Knight burst, slamming his desk as Hareton flapped above him, Delibird still in his grasp. "Right, well, give it hear." Not caring as to whether or not the messenger would actually hand him the letter, he snatched the magenta envelope right from its wings and greedily extracted its contents.
"Hosting a dinner? Right in his castle?" He crumpled the letter to fit the rest of his meaningless reports. "Hareton, I believe that you may release our guest- we have caused him enough trouble today." When the room was devoid of all souls but the two toxic companions, the Magenta Knight stuck his desk. "Damn that Macbeth! He has invited us onto his territory, for his battle, for what he most likely expects to be his throne. Well, I may compete as well."
He entered the knights' quarters of the base, rapping excessively on the door until a still half asleep knight allowed him inside. "My knights, I have just received word concerning tomorrow's war. We are first to dine with our enemies before slaughtering them. First brigade, you are to dine with me at the Castle Crawdant. I imagine that the Golden Knight can feed a few more." Most likely, he could; the first brigade, composed of only a dozen or so knights, was probably one tenth the size of the other knight army whereas it was one half of the poison knights. With the first lieutenant's soporific consent, he continued. "Then, second brigade, proceed as commanded. First brigade, know this; before I become king and you my loyal knights, we will dine with the man I shall kill!"
Just own everything, and the rest will come to you.
Lord of the Avians
Pierre read his recently-obtained letter, and leaned back, rubbing his temple.
"What is he going to do, poison us?" he thought.
Soon after, Pierre's boat landed.
"Get a Zebstrika over here!" he called, "I'll be headed for Crawdant."
When the pokemon(trained for traveling, not for battle) was loaded, Pierre mounted, and a Vaporeon jumped onto the saddle behind them.
"Ah, Paladin, so glad you made it!" Pierre said, before slapping the Zebstrika into a gallop.
"Master Edwin wishes not to be disturbed while he is training," Stumpy told the Delibird. "Just leave the message with me and I will give it to him when he finishes."
The penguin Pokemon nodded and passed along the green colored card to the Breloom and flew off.......out of the window that was right next to the one it broke through to enter the building. Said second window was closed as well.
Stumpy face palmed.
Breath in.......breath out.........
Edwin steeled himself as he stared down the target dummy in front of him.......he went into a battle stance. He then ran straight for it, roaring at the top of his lungs. He raised his hammer and then struck the ground. He used the hammer to flip himself forward, creating a windmill action, flinging him forward the make a second strike. A second time to spun forward, and then finally he hit the dummy on the third strike, smashing it......
But in trying to stop himself, he stumbled forward and fell, he landing his side. He yelped and then groaned in pain. "Dammit, I can never get the third landing down!" the Knight Leader said, painfully getting up. He picked himself up from the floor of his personal training room. He went outside.
"Message from you," Stumpy said, passing the letter over to his master.
"A message?" Edwin parroted. He took the letter. "Its from Mac Beth," he said. Edwin opened up envelope and read the contents. "Huh, so he's having the battles over in Crawdant," he said, "that's understandable since he's the one who organized the whole thing. And dinner with the others? Sounds nice, but better to be safe then sorry. Better asked the medic to whip up some antidotes just in case. OOOOO, a nice map! CONVENIENCE! I know where it is anyway, but still. And judging by the fact that there's no date, I'm assuming this dinner is gonna be tonight."
..........................................
A beat.
"Tonight?" Edwin said, the implications finally hitting him. "TONIGHT?!? FARK!!!" he yelled. "Its an hour to get there, and I only got an hour to prepare! C'mon Stumpy, we gotta get movin'!!!"
Edwin then ran down the hallway in a mad dash to get prepared with Stumpy relunctently following behind.
edited 21st Jun '12 9:51:14 PM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
Planet-Killer
As Joshua was finishing his pint of beer (finally), he heard tapping on the window he sat next to and and saw a Delibird tapping it's beak on the glass; seeing that there was nobody else but him inside the Inn as of now, he opens the window and lets the parcel-carrying Pokemon in.
"Joshua the Yellow Knight?"
"Yes."
The Pokemon takes out an envelope from it's pouch.
"A letter from sir Macbeth."
Joshua narrowed his eyes, intimidating the Delibird slightly; but he gently took the envelope, reassuring the avian mailpokemon that he wasn't the type to shoot the messenger and tore it open to read the letter inside of it.
"A banquet with the other leaders?"
Joshua folds the letter and stores it away before heading towards the Innkeeper, paying him for the beer, heads out of the Inn then whistles in the manner of a call. Soon enough a Zebstrika gallops out from behind the inn and comes to a stop next to the Yellow knight.
"Perun, We're heading to Crawdant to meet with the other leaders."
"I hope that their Pokemon are up to my caliber."
"Verily, victory would be hollow if they proved to be weak."
Perun simply snorts and waits as Joshua mounts him like a horse before they ride off towards their destination, moving faster than even some flying-type Pokemon thanks to Zebstrika's natural speed and agility move. As they sped, Perun voices out his opinion to Joshua.
"I doubt that Lord Macbeth has pure intentions gathering all of the leaders in one province, especially the one which he governs."
"It matters not, what does matter is that the coming war is at the very least contained in that province only; and if Macbeth does try to slay us all in one fell swoop, it is doubtful that it will be easy or swift for him as the we, leaders are the best knights in the realm."
"Your simplicity and optimism is astounding master, it must be by the will of Arceus that you have not fallen yet. And yet that is what makes you so worthy of my respect."
edited 21st Jun '12 10:18:03 PM by Strigon
Shameless Self-promotion ho!
Joan la Pucelle
Joan la Pucelle, daughter of Jecht la Pucelle and daughter of Morgan la Pucelle who once belonged to the Pen Draig family. She stalked along a lone pathway. She could have sworn she passed a handful of playing children just moments before. Joan threw the thought away, and looked to the Samurott that was following close behind. "Auron," she called his name and he lifted his head.
"What is it?"
"Hm.. nothing, I'm only wondering is all. Bless Arceus for this day, yes?" Joan smiled and placed a hand on the surface of the Auron's snout.
"Hmph, you're nervous, aren't you?" Auron immediately caught onto Joan's own worries. He's been her partner for as long as he can remember. It was easy, reading her like a book. Plus, he was there when she was raised. "I'll protect you, Joan, you can be sure of that."
"I trust you with my life, Auron, I know you won't let me down." Joan then continued on her walk. Time passed, and eventually she caught sight of two familiar faces. Lily and Arturia. "Ah, if it isn't a sight for sore eyes!" the young Knight Leader walked in on the practicing Arturia and the lonesome Lily. "Lily, Arturia, a pleasure!" she said with a smile, giving them both a curtsy. Well, that was certainly out of character for her. Maybe she was nervous?
Auron merely sighed and followed her in before sitting on his rear.
She had a letter in hand, scrunched up of course from a Delibird that she just meant only moments ago. It was the source of her worry.
edited 21st Jun '12 10:37:47 PM by RagnaTheSaviour
It was usually difficult to awaken Mackenzie once she had started her slumber. Give her a soft pillow and reason to believe that Lyle would be right beside her, and it would be easier to fight a Tauros with your bare hands. However, she could not ignore the constant motion that she now felt, and the Mawile awoke to find that she had been removed from her bed. Instead, she was being given a piggyback ride by her master, and the silhouette of the greatest castle in the land was just over the horizon.
"Hey there, partner," Lyle said with a light tone, once he noticed that Mackenzie was awake. "Sorry if I interrupted a good dream. I received an invite for free dinner at Castle Harmonia, and it just seemed wrong to go without the number one lady in my life."
"Spending my waking moments with you is far greater than any dream," Mackenzie told her master, a smile evident. "You were up all last night; please tell me you've at least napped a little since I fell asleep after training."
"Got a few hours of snooze time after the Delibird came. Amazing that he simply knocked at our door; I doubt the other Knights will have all their windows intact by the end of the day. I plan to just crash at a local inn once our stomachs are full. Oh, and I left the invitation on the table so mom knows why we left."
"Was your rest beneficial?"
"Any rest is good rest. Had that strange dream again, though. The one where I'm fighting the Orange Knight, and get melted into a pile of pink goo," Lyle said, shuddering as the scene once again played out in his mind. "I really should talk to a Munna about that."
"Indeed you should; you're far too great a man to become paranoid over something so ridiculous," Mackenzie told the man she loved, before her eyes closed once again. Without a steed to call his own, it would still take Lyle some time to reach his destination, and no harm would come from her napping for a few extra moments.
Figure of Hourai
"A party? What are they like?" Arturia asked, thinking. She didn't remember going to any parties before. Balls, dances, weddings, wakes, official functions... but no parties. She wasn't sure what a party was supposed to entail; she only hoped that it was as nice as wakes. It was weird to be celebrating the passing of a loved one but... that was what they did around her area; things were supposed to get so much better from here on out.
... Why was there a bug-type in the doorway? This was... annoying. Rin had just wanted somewhere to stop for the night and now there was a giant insect that had misjudged the size of the door and was stuck in it. Fine, then, she'd just have to get it out of the way. It'd be a bit mean to get Chill to attack it, so that left her one option.
With one hefty kick, it was forced through the doorway, scraping it a little but permitting entry for everyone else.
"Sorry about that," the blue-haired female said as she entered.
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"Of course, Satsuki-sama."
"Well, a party is getting together with a lot of friendly people to have fun and eat good food, cousin," replied Lily with a smile. Her cousin was so silly sometimes, but she was a very good person. "It'd be much nicer then a stern, serious meeting, don't you agree? It would be time to get to know the other knights better."
She smiled cheerfully on that note.
Annalina was excited. Maybe it was a bit odd to be so excited about visiting this seemingly-random tavern, but she had never been to a tavern before, so... why not be excited? This tavern was also hers. Not that she did anything there, or had ever been there before, or would do anything after claiming it as her own, but it was most definitely hers and therefore her naming rights were even stronger with it! With Puffs the Snorlax in tow, she entered the tavern behind a blue-haired girl(with Puffs waiting outside). Putting her hands on her hips, she smiled, and then spoke up.
"I hereby claim this tavern in the name of Beatrika Fraziskabella Wolkenkastanets! Which is me!" she declared.
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."
WHAT HAS SCIENCE WROUGHT
The Scolipede got up and shook itself off, thankfully barely harmed by the kick due to typing. It took a mug of honey Sentus had ordered for him and held it with the legs near its head, drinking it quickly.
"Thanks, miss. I-"
Then the little girl came in and Sentus stared before beginning to put on his helmet. Tausend was too busy edging closer to try petting the little girl.
"Oh sweet Arceus you are the cutest thing."
"Right, is this soom new bandit trick oor soomthing?"
edited 22nd Jun '12 12:21:23 PM by Krautman
...and that's terrible.
Who are you calling short?!
Derek, atop the Mamoswine, noticed a castle rising up in the horizon.
"Here we are. Be on your guard,sister."
Camellia laughed. "I should be the one saying that, brother."
The Cyan Knight and his partner continued on. "We're a bit early, aren't we?"
"....We are. I hate being late."
Master of the Cliffhanger! Fire Emblem Elibe LP!
Distracted by a song that popped into his head during the last leg of his trip, Lyle almost crashed into a very large creature when their roads intersected. It was big, with tusks and fuzzy brown fur, just like a Pokemon mom had apparently encountered when visiting the colder parts of the land. Trying to stare at the highest point of the beast, Lyle could make out the figure of a human and a floating thing, which was probably another Pokemon that called the tundra its home. Since coincidence had brought Lyle to this man now, he decided that it would be wise to have a little pre-dinner chit-chat.
"Hey there, buddy!" Lyle called to the rider, trying to keep pace with the Mamoswine while still giving Mackenzie a smooth ride. "You're a Knight Leader too, aren't you? I'm just assuming so by your direction and the big lug giving you a lift. Beautiful creature, might I say...oh, but where are my manners? My name's Lyle Gizagiza, I'm the Knight of Steel, and...I'm annoying you, aren't I? Please stop glaring at me like that."
Who are you calling short?!
Derek sighed. Oh great, an idiot. Why the hell has Arceus decided to subject him to this?
....Wait. He's a Knight Leader. Could it be? No. He doesn't seem like the type to attack unprovoked. This was really irritating.
"I'm the Cyan Knight. If you ever address me so casually again, I shall freeze you to death."
Camellia promptly smacked him.
"Derek! Um, I'm sorry for my brother's rude behavior. I'm Camellia. Nice to meet you, Sir knight."
edited 22nd Jun '12 8:21:59 PM by DeathChariot
Master of the Cliffhanger! Fire Emblem Elibe LP!
Cyan Knight...well, it appeared that his guesses were correct. Lyle tried recalling one of the few technical aspects of a fight that mother had taught him, pretty sure that Steel was strong against Ice. He really didn't want to get into an argument with this guy, with dinner being right around the corner and his partner asleep, but it was a good thing to know in case Derek followed through with that threat.
"The pleasure is all mine, Madame Camellia. So, are you and Sir Derek, noble Cyan Knight, as intrigued as I when it comes to Sir Macbeth's sudden hospitality?" Lyle asked, actually being sincere when it came to addressing Derek. "Having a feast before a fight is nice, but a 'mood whiplash' is inevitable. It's one thing to fight a stranger, but another to fight a man you've broken bread with. It'll be a nice way to get a heads-up on the competition's strategies, though."
Who are you calling short?!
Derek laughed, a short, mocking laugh.
"Hospitality? Ha! You know as well as I that this "Gold Knight" would sooner poison us than feed us. I have no intention of..."breaking bread" with any of you. Tomorrow, all of you are my enemies. I kill enemies, not dine with them."
Camellia sighed. "My brother may be rude,but he does have a point. Be careful, Sir knight."
Master of the Cliffhanger! Fire Emblem Elibe LP!
Planet-Killer
And soon enough, Joshua; The Yellow Knight nears his destination: Castle Macbeth. As he and Perun rode like a swift, violent gale, The Knight catches the sight of a Knight in Bone-white armor mounted on a Mammoswine talking with another and his Bawile. Naturally, Joshua and Perun assumed that they were their rivals-to-be.
"It isn't courteous to ignore them."
Perun doesn't verbally reply and opts to just gallop up to the two Knights and as soon as both were close enough to the two for a proper conversation, Joshua greeted them with a short, curt voice all while keeping a neutral yet serious expression.
"Hail."
Shameless Self-promotion ho!
"Poison? Oh, yes; how ever did I not see it coming? Step one of our host's diabolical plan, tell the kingdom that the only way to find a suitable replacement for a peaceful king is to fight for the throne, according to a tradition that I doubt most have heard of. Step two, rather than prove to be a noble protector through public combat, murder all the competition at once by using the irresistable and completely original bait of a free meal. Step three, of course, is to profit! Why, such a manouever certainly wouldn't lead to the hundreds of squires across the land, the thousands of villagers, and the...something...of clergymen to revolt," Lyle sarcastically speculated, no doubt earning him more of Sir Derek's ire. "...That came off as arrogant, didn't it? Sorry, m'lady and Sir Derek; in all honesty, though, I doubt that we have much to fear until the sun rises tomorrow morning."
It was then that a third Knight and his partner entered the picture. "Hail! I'm Sir Lyle Gizagiza, the Gray Knight, and Sir Derek, the Cyan Knight, is the man with the mount. Let me guess; you're the Yellow Knight, right? I'm already getting goosebumps from the static in the air."
There was a frantic hour of Edwin grooming himself, getting dressed, ingesting various antidotes, packing some supplies, and saying goodbye to his mom*, the Green Knight leader was finally ready to leave......all he and Stumpy needed now was a proper steed......
At the stables where many of Stamford's pack animals and Pokemon are kept and raised, Edwin and Stumpy went straight for the stables reserved for the one Pokemon that only authorized knights are allowed to use, out of both tradition and the time and care needed to take care of the great beasts.......the Tropius.
Edwin flung open the door, practically slamming them open in a dramatic fashion.
"'Ello master Edwin," the elderly stablemaster greeted the Knight Leader.
"Hey Bernard," Edwin greeted, "I need a Tropius that'll get me to Crawdant! NOW!!"
"A Tropius? Now?" Bernard said. "But why now?"
"Its a matter of national security," Edwin responded*.
"Okay then," the stablemaster said. "Unfortunately most of the knights are using the able-bodied Tropius at the for their patrols and most of the ones here are in their scheduled rest periods."
"Come on, are ya sure?" Edwin asked.
"Yes, I am completely sure." A beat. "Although.................naw, you're probably better off," he said.
"You have another one?!" Edwin said, brightening up.
"Well......yes......"
"Look, I have only an hour, I'll just take it!!"
"Really, I highly do not recommend - "
"That's a direct order," Edwin said sternly.
"............okay," Bernard shrugged. "You're funeral." He then let out a high pitched whistle.
One Tropius poked its head out from one of the pens. It leaped over the fence and came running up to Bernard, Edwin, and Stumpy, running around the three of them in a circle a few times before stopping and standing in front of the Knight Leader, panting. This one was slightly larger than average Tropius.
Edwin looked at the Pokemon in puzzlement while Stumpy just looked annoyed. He started to ask: "Uh, why is it panting like - ?"
"ISAWSOMEDOGSPANTINGLIKETHISSOIDECIDEDTOTRYITOUTANDTURNSOUTICOOLDOWNFASTERWHENIPANTSOMAYBEICANALWAYSPANTANDWHENIALWAYSPANTSITMEANSICANRUNAROUNDLONGERANDTHATMEANSICANGOOUTSIDELONGERANDRUNAROUNDWITHTHEDOGSIWANTHUMANSTORIDEMEBUTTHEYWANTTORIDEMEFORREASONMAYBEITSBECAUSEIMWILD - *gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasp* - BUTIREALLYWANT......"
"You remember that plantation where we are growing our own batch of those really strong tea leaves?" Bernard asked.
"You mean the ones that makes someone who drank a single cup stay awake for for a full 24 hours?" Edwin asked, not liking the implications.
"Welp, some idiot decided it would be funny to steal a few of those leaves, crush them up, and put it into the usual fruit mash and give it to this poor girl," the stablemaster said, pity in his voice. "Who knows how long it would take to get it all out of her system......"
Edwin looked on, becoming very worried as the Tropius continued to ramble on. "Ugh........." he grunted. "I'll take it anyway. Can't be that bad."
Stumpy growled in barely contained frustration.
"Just find the guy that did this to her while I'm gone and have the guards hold him in the dungeons until I come back and fire his ass personally!" Edwin ordered as he and Stumpy climbed onto the hyperactive sauropod, Stump behind him. "Alright!" Edwin said. "Let's get this show on the road! HEE-YAH!!!"
The Tropius just kept on talking, not having heard its rider.
A beat.
".................uh...."
"Try saying something that would usually get a Tropius moving," Bernard advised.
"Really? Ya sure? Cuz I don't think she would actually hear me," Edwin said. "I mean, I yelled and she just kept on talking! Its not like all I gotta say is 'Oh look, a mouse!' and she'll just - "
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEKAMOUSE!!"
The Tropius then zoomed off at speeds only possible from having an overdose of caffeine.......
edited 23rd Jun '12 5:19:00 PM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
Who are you calling short?!
Derek raised an eyebrow. Huh. Perhaps he wasn't as much of a fool as he thought.
Before he could speak,though,another Knight appeared.
"Why me?" he mumbled.
"Hello,sir Yellow Knight! Pleasure to meet you..I am Camellia."
Derek sighed. "Enough of this idle chatter. Let us be on the move."
He urged his mount onward.
"Wait! Good sirs, would you like to travel together?"
WHAT.
"What? Why?"
"Because I want someone to talk to. Hush, Derek."
Oh,Arceus,why me?
Master of the Cliffhanger! Fire Emblem Elibe LP!
Planet-Killer
Joshua did not speak but merely gazed at Lyle and Derek impassively, not revealing to them that he was actually gauging their personalities. The Yellow Knight believed Lyle to be the frivolous and outgoing sort, good with earning the favor of the common people; but not so much with the nobility or the military, thus making him unworthy of the throne in Joshua's eyes. Derek however, was deemed even less worthy than Lyle; as he was the splitting image of a nobleman in the eyes of the average commoner: Brash, Arrogant and Rude but at the very least, he seemed to be the no-nonsense kind of Noble who values hard work. Although mere competence is hardly enough to be a worthy king.
Perun on the other hand, merely sneered at Lyle before turning towards the Froslass that considered itself it's master's sibling and answering her question in a fairly blunt manner.
"Don't waste your breath or your optimism, Attempting a conversation with my master is like doing so with an empty suit of armor. And besides, cavorting with the enemy-"
Perun was interrupted by his master placing a hand on his head, knowing Joshua's body language like no other; the Zebstrika shut it's mouth.
Shameless Self-promotion ho!
"...Well, isn't that nice to know," Lyle uttered upon hearing the Zebstrika speak. Turning to Lady Camellia and Sir Derek, he added, "Methinks we'll have quite a show once our host starts making his own character observations."
As the group continued to press onward, Lyle let his mind wander. To one side of him, there was an imposing beast. To the other, a majestic steed with an attitude problem. Up above him, he was sure he briefly saw a green streak and heard a distant scream. And here he was, not just without a mount, but being a mount to Mackenzie. If he hadn't received a sore backside the last time he tried to ride Silverwing (a saddle offered no additional comfort whatsoever), Lyle figured he would be rather envious of his peers right about now.
"Of course, Satsuki-sama."
It was a moment before Lily noticed that yet another one of her cousins had appeared. She smiled cheerfully at the older girl, turning to face her entirely. "Hello, Joan. I hadn't expected to meet two of my cousins on a walk. It really is a pleasure to see you again."
As she spoke, Lily returned the curtsy.
"A bandit?!" Annalina's eyes widened. Why would anyone ever think she was a bandit? That was just... that was just a weird thing to think! "Of course not! Beatrika Fraziskabella Wolkenkastanets doesn't need to resort to theft, especially when I already own something!"
By 'own' she meant 'strolled in and immediately declared it was hers without actually having any real ownership of it', but in her mind that counted.
edited 23rd Jun '12 10:56:06 AM by AnnoR
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."
Being more ambiguous.
With the Magenta Knight leading his troop, the baker's dozen of knights and the baker's dozen of beasts traversed the swampy marshlands that encompassed their base and rode on to the Golden Castle of Crawdant. For a small party, their company was, diverse, to say the least. Snakes, insects, plants, what have you, all knighted by the toxic blade, all equally detestable by the populace. Silently, the ignoble knights approached the castle like a snake upon its dinner.
Breaking the silence, Hareton noted, "We're rather close to Crawdant, aren't we? Rather, closer than we are to other dozen and a half castles of the kingdom."
"Do you really think," Arcen asked, disdain infecting his face, "that the lofty nobles of Harmonium would want wretches such as us mucking up their pristine palaces? That the toxin-laced killers of irrefutable sin could resist slitting their so heavenly necks? No," he continued, ignoring Hareton's apparent answer to his rhetorical question, "we're located in the most isolated section of the kingdom that isn't a tundra."
"Well, why are we so close to the Golden knight's castle?"
"Legend has it that in days of old, one of our earlier kings stationed the magenta knights nearby Crawdant, should he ever want the lord dead." The Magenta Knight spoke without hesitance or shame.
"Oh."
"Yes." As far as he knew, the legend was false, an old joke passed down by the Magenta Knights to poke fun at the nobility. Still, as he looked upon the back of the castle, facing the sunset with its weak points exposed entirely to the troop's path to it, he wondered how false the story could be.
He coughed. "I believe as we are not here to kill the lord of the castle, at least not immediately, and under the shadows, we should enter through the front door for a change." And so, the various venoms of knightly manner approached the castle, expecting their victims to politely let them in.
edited 23rd Jun '12 5:25:47 PM by MonopolatedLight
Just own everything, and the rest will come to you.
WHAT HAS SCIENCE WROUGHT
The Wild Roserade
Sentus sighed and crouched to get closer to eye level with the girl. Even now, the centipede leaned over her and reached out to pet the adorable child.
"Da ye have the deed? Last Ah checked, The Wild Roserade belonged ta Erzy over there."
Sentus hiked his thumb over to the bar, and the tavern's owner.
"She puts a lot ay wark inta th' place, sa yoo'd best na claim ownership withit bein' able tae back it up."
Pede Fort
As the Delibird left, the large man took the letter inside and opened it. It paid to keep others ignorant of the fact that not only could he read and write, but he also had enough beeswax to re-seal any correspondence that came his way for his son and hope it involved a grandchild. He yelled into another part of the house at the center of the fort.
"Lia! Gie in here, Sentus got a letter!"
"Aye, and who's it from?"
"...Tha Gauld Knecht. Ah was hopin' it woods be frae a girl."
Alexander, chief of the Pede Highlanders, read the note and proceeded to laugh.
"Sentus? Gang tae one 'a these fancy meetings? By me Buffalon's afro, he barely left fur th' king's funeral! We've got tay many bandits wanderin' aroond reit noo fur this meetin'."
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...and that's terrible.
Derek read the letter. Then he laughed, a laugh without mirth.
"Well, now I know where to go. But..."inviting us to dinner"? Ha! Inviting us to our deaths more likely!"
Camellia nodded. "It seems that the Gold Knight is being painfully obvious in his intentions...Be careful,Derek..."
"Don't worry,sister. We'll be there, but I'd sooner stab myself than eat from his table!"
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