Devil in Disguise || Jesu

[caeius fabre]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style,width:350px; background-color:#2c2d2e; border:4px solid #ececef,bTable][STYLE=float:right; color:#f1f1f1; font-size:24px; letter-spacing:-4.4px; text-transform:uppercase; font-weight:bolder; margin-right:-10px; margin-top:-5px; font-family:arial narrow]carry on, carry on[/style][STYLE=color:#f1f1f1; font-size:14px; font-style:italic; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:1px; margin-top:-10px; margin-right:-10px; float:right; font-weight:bold]like nothing really matters[/style][STYLE=float:right; width:200px; height:210px; background-color:#818181; overflow:auto; padding:5px; font-family:georgia; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:0px; margin-right:-2px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify]After no small measure of persuasion, bribery and flexing of hierarchal status, Caeius had managed to sneak out of the castle yet again. No thanks to Klaus, that louse. Honestly the man was about as useful as a stone in the middle of the ocean! How he ever managed to acquire a Guardian who was as expressive as a stone wall was beyond him. No matter, he’d achieved his goal without that useless sack of skin hadn’t he? Granted at this rate he was going to be beyond what decorum would classify as fashionably late but hopefully his stool pigeon wouldn’t fly the coop too early. Bugger was a skittish thing, paranoid as a field mouse and not nearly as intelligent, however that feeblemindedness was precisely the reason he’d chosen the man at all. Breathing an irritated sigh the young prince tried to concentrate on anything else but his potentially botched meeting. Toluwi city, it was as grandiose as Skara and then some but the atmosphere was noticeably lighter than the oppressive haze that seemed to linger in his homeland. For the first time in months he could breathe without feeling the constrictions of his status as either prince or illegitimate offspring of the King. And the best part? Nobody would recognize him. The change to his physical appearance was drastic, necessary for such illicit activity as conspiracy and conversation with those of ill repute. He caught enough flak for simply existing, having loose-lipped citizens gossiping about a royal caught whispering to a criminal and filling his pockets with coin wasn’t the sort of attention he needed added to what he was already hampered with. Caeius played his fingers through his now aqua-hued hair as a sudden onset of nerves overtook him. Was he camouflaged enough? Was his mark visible in these clothes? He shook his head reproachfully as he started mindlessly smoothing his collared shirt and vest, forcing himself to relax as he moved toward the square where he’d hoped to see his informant. Thus far not a soul had given him a second glance so he was safe for the moment. He’d worn this disguise enough times to not make careless mistakes, or so he hoped. He could easily pass for an Elim nobleman though the addition of the harp clutched under his right arm depicted him as a bard. Still his disguise wasn’t flawed and if it was all the more reason to get this meeting over and done with, the sooner the better. As the winding city streets gave way to an open, white-tiled plaza, Caeius – or Harpe as he called himself – moved quietly toward it’s center where the alabaster and marble stature poured water into a number of basins. The artistry, had he not been wholly focused on locating his mole, would have been something to look at. He enjoyed art; the creativity of a single person was always surprising since he himself had no talent for it. Aside from playing the instrument he carried and that hardly qualified. Suppressing another sigh he let himself sink down to sit on the rim of the fountain, trying to look as innocuous as possible while searching the crowd for a familiar face. [/style] [STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; border:2px solid #f1f1f1][/style][STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#818181; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:10px; padding:2px;]tags: jesu[/style] [STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#818181; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:10px; padding:2px]words: 535[/style] [STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#818181; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:10px; padding:2px]notes: not too much here.[/style] [STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#818181; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:10px; padding:2px]credit to ALPHA! of BTN and GS! [/style]

[gunny]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Jesu had been away from the city, and the Heir for about a day now. He had reached Toluwi safely and had met a few friends there, exchanging a few owed favours he had gained all the necessary money required to get the provisions required for his journey. Walking out of the shop with a piece of bread in one hand, and a coin in the other he walked without purpose through the town, he would leave tomorrow so as to make sure his journey didn't take too long, he didn't want to leave the Heir for longer than he had to. He took a big bite of the bread finishing it off with one fouls swoop. It was sweet bread, sugared on top with a cream filling, the absolute delight of the modern day world in Jesu's opinion. Jesu had not changed his look since the other day. People everywhere could notice him by the tattoo on his back. The large white tree that no one had ever seen growing in the wild. It was the immediate symbol for Jesu. In fact he was especially known in Toluwi, his fabled tattoo combined with his gambling luck in this city was enough for most people to recognise him. Now he was just innocently walking along without a care in the world. In all fairness sitting on a fountain was completely legal and shouldn't have worried Jesu at all. Only...he tripped. It wasn't so bad. It happens every so often doesn't it? A simple trip? Only, it just so happens he tripped into the water. Was that even possible? It seemed so. Jesu was walking towards the fountain so he could simply sit down, next thing he knew he was over, head coming incredibly fast towards a stone edge, he couldn't move as fast as he could think, so he pushed off with one foot to avoid an unfortunate injury. He launched over the fountains seat and into the water with a splash, soaking an innocent bystander. Shaking the water from his hair he stood up in the water. People had stopped and were staring. "Sorry. Um..tripped." That was when he noticed the man who had been sitting by the fountain next to where he was planning to sit. The water had headed straight towards him. "Crap. I am so, so sorry about that, it was never my intention." He stepped out of the fountain and used SEETH to dry off quickly. "My friend is there anything I can do to make this up to you? Anything at all just name it!" WORDS! @£$%^ TAGS! Cae NOTES! Sorry is so retarded and pretty shit [/style]

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[caeius fabre]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style,width:350px; background-color:#2c2d2e; border:4px solid #ececef,bTable][STYLE=float:right; color:#f1f1f1; font-size:24px; letter-spacing:-4.4px; text-transform:uppercase; font-weight:bolder; margin-right:-10px; margin-top:-5px; font-family:arial narrow]carry on, carry on[/style][STYLE=color:#f1f1f1; font-size:14px; font-style:italic; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:1px; margin-top:-10px; margin-right:-10px; float:right; font-weight:bold]like nothing really matters[/style][STYLE=float:right; width:200px; height:210px; background-color:#818181; overflow:auto; padding:5px; font-family:georgia; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:0px; margin-right:-2px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify]He had been sitting on the fountain edge for the better part of a half hour and had yet to catch sight of his squirrelly informant. As much as he would have liked to dismiss the tardiness as a casualty of daily life in a bustling metropolis Caeius could not ignore the less than favorable implications. In all likelihood his spy had made a misstep, apprehended by the syndicate for which he worked and snuffed out like a cigar. Should he be worried? What if they had tortured the man? Not to say that the smarmy prick didn’t have it coming but if they had put him under enough physical duress what were the chances that he had disclosed this meeting to his captors? What if they knew he was here, waiting for him and… Caeius was rather glad that he didn’t have to finish the thought, too many variables to calculate with many of the prevalent outcomes being confrontation. He was not happy however with the manner in which his train of thought had been interrupted. Water, startlingly cold, splashed over his backside and shoulders. The young man gave an undignified yelp of alarm as he launched himself off the wall and gracelessly stumbled away in a hopeless attempt to escape the sensation. But the damage was done. The ends of his hair dripped generously, the back of his vest and shirt had already begun to grow heavy as the fabrics absorbed the liquid. And who had he to thank for this? Some drunken buffoon who’d fallen into the damn fountain? Oh, if looks could kill the man would have been buried at the center of the earth with the intensity of the masquerading prince’s stare. Honestly! How did anyone, inebriated or not, miss a god damned fountain?! It was in the middle of the bloody square for All Mother’s sake! Huffily straightening his sodden clothes into some semblance of seemliness, Caeius made a valiant attempt at ignoring the attention now directed at him and the fool. He made no gesture to help the man; if he drowned it would not be a loss to society. Or at least, that was how he figured until he caught movement in the corner of his eye. The man had started picking his way out of the fountain and had produced a weapon – Caeius couldn’t be sure from where but he stiffened immediately. Was he about to be attacked? Had the trip and fall been some ploy by the crime syndicates? Nervous, and rightly so, Caeius edged away from the man an instant before he looked at him, truly looked and almost wished he’d been later to the rendezvous point if only to have avoided the encounter. The stranger was no stranger at all – albeit he still hadn’t determined whether he was drunk or not. Jesu, his elder brother’s Guardian, was wielding his blade and drying himself off, trying to play off the spectacle he’d made of himself before he focused on the ‘victim’. ‘Oh Lord on High you are cruel.’ He swallowed convulsively as he was assaulted with apologies and a plea to make amends for the accident. Caeius mustered up an impressive scowl, mostly because he was truly angry at the Guardian, and proceeded to act as any bystander who’d just been doused would. “Is it your policy to get wasted before noon or something? How do you miss a massive, water-spewing ornament?” There was no need to fake the surliness as he glared down the bridge of his nose. “I’d like to be dry but I don’t see that happening and I’m certainly not going to let you cast some blasphemous hex on me an attempt to do so.” [/style] [STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; border:2px solid #f1f1f1][/style][STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#818181; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:10px; padding:2px;]tags: jesu[/style] [STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#818181; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:10px; padding:2px]words: 621[/style] [STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#818181; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:10px; padding:2px]notes: not too much here.[/style] [STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#818181; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:10px; padding:2px]credit to ALPHA! of BTN and GS! [/style]

[gunny]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Jesu could tell from the moment he saw the lad that he was an annoying little twerp. He found the yelp of alarm uncalled for and girlish, he would expect it from a little girl, or even an older women, in fact, Jesu could have sworn he had made a women make just that sound the other night. That comment made him smirk to himself. The man looked the part of a insignificant traitorous rat, his previous solemn, melancholy mood replaced by what seemed to be annoyance, and his glaring, almost sadistic face staring at Jesu. He irritated Jesu to the point that he regretted his apology, he replied to the mans glare by relaxing his eyes, and knotting his brow, in an expression of confused annoyance. He blinked slowly and gritted his teeth, the lad was not happy at all it seemed. Steam still poured from Jesu's body, and his skins was hot to the touch, it was a pleasant sensation, but it didn't half make him irritable towards the man. "Look, I apologised didn't I? What more can I do, its only bloody water, it'll dry in a few minutes." He had suddenly lost feeling for the man, and couldn't care less about how wet and cold he was. Funny things first impressions were. "And as a matter of fact, I'm as sober as a longsword. That is to say, I'm not drunk at all. So if you would have the kind sense to stop being so bigoted towards a man you barely know, I would kindly appreciate it. And for your information I tripped and jumped to avoid hitting my head. Im so sorry if my head is less important than your beloved cloths, but thats just the way I arrange things in the world, whats most important first yes?" The man was getting to him, he wanted to wipe the smirk off his face with one bastard of a punch. But he wouldn't, he needed his self control, and his composure. He wouldn't make it anywhere near his destination if he didn't. "Im, not part of any group coming to...'hex' you, I'm just a passer by. Who would even want to 'hex' a simple annoying brat like yourself anyway? Don't be such a conceited fool. I bet theres no one in the entire city that was looking to kill you." Except Jesu...that was a good point actually, Jesu would be happy to rid Toluwi of this foul excuse for a human being. "Wait...you seem similar. Whats your name?" WORDS! @£$%^ TAGS! Cae NOTES! Still a tad short, but anyhooo. BTW: Even if u tell Jesu that its Cae the prince, Jesu will do sod all he is more interested in his QUESTY THING!!! [/style]

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