Orrick nodded and hurried off to wake his uncle. Things seemed to be getting under way, so he'd want to be informed. His uncle wasn't happy to hear that Orrick had wandered off, even if they were Noble he shouldn't be too trusting. Orrick idly sculpted one of his bracelets into a dog, and practised walking it by holding the other.
Before Farren finished getting ready, Orrick grew impatient and decided to return to the meeting room. The metal dog melted into a crude snake which Orrick wrapped around his wrist like a normal person would a ribbon. He quickly told his uncle where he was going before walking quickly back to the meeting.
You must agree, my plan is sheer elegance in its simplicity! My TumblrViolet started with a shrug, which turned into a stretch followed by a yawn.
"Hey I said I was sorry! I took the fastest wagon I could sneak onto just to be here. Besides, I only decided to come a couple days ago. Well, not that you want to hear my life's story. What's this shindig all about? ... and where's that cake? Seriously, I haven't eaten since yesterday."
Sigh
Alice sat in the house dinning room, mixing the sugar she just added to her tea with a little spoon. This travel wasn't going the way it should... Actually it had been an almost complete disaster from the get go. She had not even been able to discuss things with the man Tarot last night due to that psychopath showing up.
She was also unused to this level of independence... The change from being a child in a family, having people to rely upon, to make the choices for you... to having nobody else to look after her. Sure, there was Ajit to tend to her needs, but he was a servant... in that way more of a child than she now was. From this day forward... her fate rested sorely on the choices she made.
All of that piling upon the fact that she was wrecking herself trying to put the fate of her father and aunt out of mind... locked deep inside of her so that she could think objectively...
Thankfully, before Alice could think too much about it, Ajit came to her side to inform her of something. Even though the man could not talk the two of them had managed to learn a way of communicating years ago. She read his lips, watched his gestures carefully... and most of all knew and understood the man who made them.
"I see... very well I shall meet with him now" Alice said, turning her teacup slightly before bringing it to her lips for a sip.
Delicious tea, it was.
Ajit moved quickly outside the room and gestured the young knight that he could now meet with his lady.
"Sent me?" Violet scratched the back of her head. "Nah, nothing like that. See the thing is, I mean- no offense your princeliness- the thing is my folks weren't too interested in stopping by to reminisce about the good old days." She glanced around at the various people who seemed to be piling into the room. "Or whatever it is you're doing here. They only talk like that when they want to complain, which they can do without all the travel."
"Sorry to disappoint, the fact is none of my family actually knows I'm here. I'm not really clear on the why of it myself, your letter was kind of vague and drawn out, you know? If someone could fill me in, or fill me up, that'd be swell."
"So, you want to be filled in sweetie?" Rostov muttered, his eyes falling on Violet in an almost piteous manner. "Alright, here is the deal. We, nobles, are being rounded up and cataloged like plants. Sounds cute? Then we are to be exterminated like rats. Not so cute? Odds are they will pillage our homes after we are dead, and make sure to use them as their own personal brothels. How is that for cuteness?" He finished as his lips curled slightly. "What we are going to do, is get out of here before they get to do anything of the like. We will head to the Island Nations, although far be it for the trip itself being easy enough..." He lifted his cap and set it on the table, rubbing his forehead wound softly. "One of those children got me for my blood, although for what vampiric purposes I do not know..."
edited 24th Feb '11 8:56:05 PM by romanmyth
Pokedy Poke-pokeViolet cocked her head, looking at the old guy with the mustache spouting doom and gloom. A week ago she'd have dismissed his ramblings out of hand.
"Look, I know they've been cracking down on us lately. There's the thing with the military and all that, and I saw those NP jackasses wandering around outside. So something's up, yeah. But death camps? Vampires? No way, I don't buy that. We've been keeping our heads down for a generation now, we helped turn the tide of the war..." She thought back to her meeting with Major Petardier. Drunk out of his mind, rambling on about being forced into retirement and waving a letter from the rightful prince; the letter she now had with her. Were things worse than even he'd intimated? "I hope you have some sort of proof."
"Proof?" Rostov repeated, frowning for a moment. "We are hear. Us. All nobles, and all ready to head out." He sighed softly, remembering how crazy it all sounded the previous night. In part, he did want to get back at them. Something to make them all feel his fury... But he was too old for that. He would just have to be bitter and drown his misery in cheap booze and prayer. He thought back to the subject at hand, looking around quickly. "Surely we all aren't crazy? Some more than others, sure. But we aren't all cultists or satists or whatever. I'm just a cynic." He added, sighing as his eyes lazed over Violet.
Pokedy Poke-pokeTrue to his character, Amil woke up rather late, somewhat confusingly for someone without intricate knowledge of his power, one of him woke up a good five minutes before the other. As the first one finished with the stretching, yawning and scratching, morning rituals as good as any, the second one opened his eyes and got up. "Mornin' all." The first one said as the second went through the same little morning routine.
Liveblog | DeadblogAlexander tried to recall the image of the meeting room from yesterday into his mind. He visualized it, trying to get a feeling for it and then appeared in the middle of the room. Apparently the rest were already up, though the Legion boy was still stretching.
He heard loud voices from the hall. It seemed, this time around, he hadn't miss the debate. Time to introduce himself the the host of the this gathering. He found him in the hall, arguing with another old man and a younger girl.
"Good Morning Sire. I hope you can forgive the interruption, but we hadn't had the pleasure yesterday, due to my unfortunate late arrival. My name is Alexander Tayallard and I am, to the best of my knowledge, the last remaining member of my family in Serrani."
Rostov looked at the clone child for a moment, his gloved fingers interweaving softly as he harumphed at the child before turning to a new voice. It took him a while, but he finally recognized this one as the boy he bumped into the other day, the late arrival. However while trying to figure this out, he wasn't listening to the introduction and only got "...the last remaining member of my family in Serrani." registered in his mind. Rostov chuckled for a moment, shaking his head as he looked at the boy. "That makes two of us, doesn't it? Keep hoping that we may find your folks in other lands then at the least though, I know for certain mine are dead." Rostov tipped his cap while smiling in an almost drunken fashion. "Cheers to the history of this land. I can't wait to get off it."
Pokedy Poke-pokeMaou kicked open the door to the house. He had his left arm hooked around a bundle of at least a dozen spears, tied together with a rope. In his right hand was a bag which, unbeknownst to everyone, contained a pile of sheathed daggers. Needless to say, this was quite unwieldy and Maou stepped into the house, the spears dissuading anyone from stopping his passage. He dropped off both in the corner of the meeting room, then spoke to the gathered group as a whole.
"Hey, nobles, both old and young. I picked up a few weapons from my stockpile. I'm not sure how many of our group can handle these things but better to have them than to not, eh? Hehehe."
The place was certainly jumping. People were showing up from every direction in a big disorganized mess. It was kind of cool. Violet glanced over the gathering mob, waiting for something concrete from the deposed prince. Her gaze lingered on what looked like twins, waking up on a couch.
"Double the pleasure, huh?" She murmered to herself with a grin.
Rostov glared at Maou, his eyes taking a glance at the spears before nearly slamming his fists into the table in frustration. "Oh goodie! Let us go parading from town to town with spears in our hands! Hell no one will think anything suspicious of that, oh no it's just a bunch of children and old men passing through! I mean, sure they look like they are a pile of bandits but..." Rostov gasped for a few seconds and clutched his head, taking the moments to silently glare at Maou while he tried getting his head back together.
"Look... we need to be inconspicuous. Spears are... not that bad, but we have to keep them hidden. Now, we need food, small swords and daggers. Things that will get us from point A to point B, among other things we may need..." Rostov groaned again as he clutched his head, shaking it slowly.
Pokedy Poke-pokeMaou chuckled. This involved his default expression widening a bit and him mouthing "hehehe".
"I'm still not sure exactly what kind of operation this is but hey, I came prepared for almost anything." Maou took the bag and poured out the identical sheathed daggers onto the table. These particular items were stolen from a human outpost a good deal away from the town. His spears were 'borrowed' from other sources over the years, and some of the pack were differently designed than the others, indicating seperate sources.
"Can't complain with these, eh?"
edited 25th Feb '11 4:29:48 PM by neobowman
Rostov eyed the daggers as they too spilled out onto the table, still shooting Maou a few stares as this bag was emptied. "Anything else you have there?" he commented as he reached for one of the daggers and unsheathed it, staring at the blade idly. "Maybe you have a stockpile of bows and arrows somewhere? Some leather armor from some foolish pissant guards? Hell maybe you have some human magic?" Rostov chuckled as he re-sheathed the dagger, sliding it back toward the pile. "Well, now all we need is basic necessities like food and water. And we will need to ration it." He added, taking a glance at everyone in the room with heavy eyes.
"Rationing... Odds are these pampered pups would rather die than only eat a certain amount."
Pokedy Poke-pokeAlexander looked at the pile of weapons the young man had just dropped in front of his feet.
"Splendid. I am sure we'll make a fearsome army, a bunch of soldiers, either too young or too old to fight, with used weaponry. Why don't we just stay and start a revolution? Does anybody here, besides me, even have a military education, or any combat experience at all?"
He gave a nod to Rostov.
"No, this fine gentleman here has it right. Supplies and transportation are more important at the moment. Especially since we all have our special talents.
edited 25th Feb '11 4:40:38 PM by eX
"I know some suppliers," Lykouleon said, "But acquiring supplies without suspicion would take time. Buying it all at once would prompt an investigation as to what exactly we were buying them for. Now, if we had some bows, we could hunt. It depends on how many people will actually be coming. My family will likely accompany me if they can, and others as well, I suspect. But if every Noble family is coming, we'll have quite a bunch along..."
Rostov's eyes fluttered over Alexander for a moment before returning to their normal spot, his head shaking softly still.
"Don't call me a gentleman. I've done things with my tongue alone that will make most women shriek."
He then sank his head back into the table, letting the others chat for the time being.
edited 25th Feb '11 4:44:56 PM by romanmyth
Pokedy Poke-pokeOrrick had sat and watched as things happened around him, but when Maou poured a pile of daggers on to the table he slipped off his chair and approached. Ignoring both the young man and the grumpy elder who seemed to be failing to impart the seriousness of the situation to him, Orrick picked up a dagger and unsheathed. It was finely made, too big for his hands. He held the flat of the blade against his palm, feeling the solid hum. It was good steel, stronger than any of his daggers. Curiously, he curled his fingers testing its response to his power. It resisted, not curling easily, and he stopped before he could weaken the metal, flattening it again.
Orrick looked up at Maou, "these are human, where did you get them?"
edited 25th Feb '11 5:09:24 PM by Luthen
You must agree, my plan is sheer elegance in its simplicity! My TumblrMaou didn't flinch at the sight of a kid handling his weaponry. "I got them from a deal with the governent, exchanging a few bars of 24 karot gold for these. Keep one. Or hell, keep three. It's not like I'm going to be using them anytime soon."
He turned towards the adults next. "Enough of the ——ing suggestive talk old men. Food and rations are a problem but don't worry about it too much. Like I said, with me around, stuff like that tends to fix itself."

"Then see he wakes up soon, boy." Thaddeus told Orrik. "I need to make arrangements with him for the tranporting of you all."
He laughed as Lykouleon hobbled in with his usual morning chatter, "Ah, but my last cat died last year. I no longer have a standard to set my waking too."
A young blonde woman suddenly sprang in from the door making a lot of noise. He was about to chastes her when he caught the name. That was his fsther's old name
"Coil did you say? You certainly took your time getting here." he said dissaprovingly to what he assumed was a distant cousin of his.