Man is but Boredoms Plaything [Aria]

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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: 14px; 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 walked down the long corridors that made up the elegant east wing of the Royal Castle. The pictures, tapestries, and other fine arts that adorned the walls did not capture his attention. He had seen them all before, they didn't change, and each was still as boring as the next one. He had no idea where the Heir was, which was probably bad as he was his charge. Although if he knew the Heir, and he did, them he was probably with some women somewhere, showing off the Crown Jewels. And no I do not mean the gold, diamond, and other gem type of Crown Jewels, if you catch my drift. So let him have his fun, he deserved some every so often. After his old man finally kicks the bucket he won't have time for all that. He'll be way too preoccupied with fixing all the blundering mistakes his old man has made. Jesu reminded himself at this point to keep all those thoughts to himself, of any of that got out, it wold be his head on the chopping block. With the Heir gone, and no chores or work to do, Jesu was reduced to a state of utter boredom. Forced to aimlessly walk the halls with a fed up look on his face. A guardian like himself, reduced to this! It was a bloody farce. He should be fighting and killing, and doing all that heroic shit. Not lazing about in a castle all day with no one but servants for company. Not that servants weren't great...it's just...their not the same as the nobles that Jesu had integrated with. He carried on walking the corridor. The sound of his clinking armour was the only thing that filled the abyss with sound. It was an irritating noise, but it was all he had. Sigh. Looking at the paintings made him realise really how much he wouldn't care if the whole place burned to the ground. Then he thought about the waste that would be. Would be much better to sell the place and make a fortune. Scowl. But who would buy something like this. See. This is what boredom did to Jesu, it turned him into a lonely philosophical, hypothesising, loser. It made him want to scream out and yell. I am here! Give me something to do world! But as always, it didn't. And so he went in search of excitement, in the form of the barracks, and more importantly, the practice rooms. Jesu strapped on his gauntlet quickly, and began walking the arenas, there was all kinds of lessons going on, fighting with swords, pole arms, whips (Jesu called them sadists, but one unto themselves and all that). Finding a nice little spot, he set up his exercises. Beginning by taking off the linen top and stretching his muscle covered body, he soon lapsed into a regular routine of thrusts, slashes, parries, and other finesse filled moves to defeat his shadow opponent. WORDS! 499 TAGS! Jessi NOTES! Sorry about its disjointedness [/style]

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[ARIA KEL FABRE]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; padding: 1% 2% 1% 2%; text-align: center; margin-left: 30%;]Here you are hun. [/style][style=float: left; border-right: 6px #485c1a solid; border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; margin-right: 2%; padding: 180 10 10 10;][style=background: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/natalia_l_k__l_chibi_blinkie_by_mieuchan-d2q6s3a.gif); width: 100px; height: 151px; border-radius: 5px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;] [/style] She was getting the tingle, the thrill, the high that she felt every time that she strung the bow and pulled the string back. She felt the rush as she touched knuckle to lower cheek. With a deep intake of breath she steadied her body. Closed her eyes momentarily, and focused. Aria was the type who liked to visualize what she wanted, as though seeing it mentally would make it happen. The deep breath was held for several seconds before her eyes snapped open, and as she released her breath, she let the arrow fly. She did not play with the air this time, rather she let the arrow fly on her own. She stood perfectly still, admiring the shot as it went several inches deep into her target. To be honest, few people could shoot like she could. No she was not conceded. Rather, she had spent a lot of time perfecting and strengthening her shots. She had no idea what she would ever need it for. However, she was more then willing to do it just because. She enjoyed this activity more then any single princessly type of activity her people would have her do. Sure, dancing could be fun, but she had to wear a dress for that. It was only proper. Speaking of dresses, she was obviously not wearing one. Rather, she was in a pair of knee high black boots, black tights continued on where they stopped, and covering her from thighs up, was a fancy lavender base, silver trim tunic. Her quiver was on her back, where it typically always was. The bow had a holster attached to the quiver so that she had the bow always on hand, but never in her way. Over top of the blades at the top of the bow, were leather sheaths, they could easily be removed if necessary, but they fit snug so that they would not fall off on their own. She had nothing going on, that much was obvious. Otherwise someone would be pestering her right about now to get to work, or go to some class or function or something else. With a sigh, she let her gaze jerk around. She blinked several times against the light of the suns before walking towards the section that housed those practicing swordsmanship. She always liked to watch. Perhaps she would have made a good one, but she preferred her arrow over the pretty little blades that she often saw toted around. It was there that she found Archibald's guardian. Her gaze followed him as he worked through the process. Quietly pulling herself onto the fence and dangling her legs over. The bow was clenched in her grip as she watched. Really she should have just continued on her way to do something more worthwhile of a princess, but she did not feel like it. Besides, she was -quite secretly- enjoying herself. No, not because the man before her was good looking. He wasn't really, not to her anyway. She didn't even find him much charming. It was because she enjoyed watching the art of the sword, and that alone. [style=clear: both;] [style=font-size: 20px;]the path of idleness made by amb tanz [/style] ➔ [/style][/style]

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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;]His step faltered as he felt the eyes bore into his back, but masking the mistake he used the opportunity to leap into the air, and drive the blades of his gauntlet into the head of one of the straw dummies. The straw life force of the dummy spewed everywhere, and Jesu relished in its bloody-strawry death for only moments, before flowing onto the next target. Who was watching him? It was bugging him. He felt their origin was close and glimpsed them out the corner of his eye. A bow. He scowled at himself, the elder princess. Obviously. If it was a person with a bow, it would be her. Well that ruined his mood slightly, there was no chance of conquest there. Such a waste. Like a...beautiful pastry, that one could only watch, and never indulge upon. The Energy swirled in Jesu's hand. It shot forth in a great fluttering plume of billions of blue particles, then it solidified. A great blue claw coated Jesu's off arm. There was the slight shimmer of his actual arm beneath the claw, but apart from that he had essentially swapped his arm for a daemons. The claw slashed straight into the doll and proceeded to explode dramatically, flaming bits of straw floated from the sky, and the dolls remains, (of which there were few) lay on the ground. "My Princess you are far too blatant in your observations. You may be quiet with a bow, but that's where your silence ends I'm afraid. Hasn't your teacher done something about this." He smirked, he was of course, teasing her. Although he didn't expect much to come of this encounter, he would have liked to talk relaxed with the Princess. He looked her up and down. Not much of a specimen. Looked like she could handle herself long range, but Jesu knew with his speed and stamina, he would be up and close before she could take more than five shots. Then it would be a matter of seconds until her defeat. He sighed. That was merely an observation of course, if he wanted real data on that situation...well it wasn't possible and he'd leave it at that. He rubbed the back off his head with his hand, blue particles still coming off it, and steam spiralling up from the arm and the burning straw. "What brings you to this neck of the woods then Princess? Practicing your killing technique that a women needs so desperately?" It was a low, sexist blow, but done in joking humour. He hoped she took it jokingly. If not...well...he'd come to that hurdle when it reared it's ugly head. WORDS! I lost count at 6 TAGS! Aria NOTES! 1 word - awks. [/style]

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[JESSIKINS]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; padding: 1% 2% 1% 2%; text-align: center; margin-left: 30%;]Bahaha. [/style][style=float: left; border-right: 6px #485c1a solid; border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; margin-right: 2%; padding: 180 10 10 10;][style=background: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/natalia_l_k__l_chibi_blinkie_by_mieuchan-d2q6s3a.gif); width: 100px; height: 151px; border-radius: 5px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;] [/style] She watched him, her gaze following intently. She actually noted the stumble, she had watched enough practices to know when something was done right, and when something was done wrong. Sure, she hadn't had any need to learn the technique herself, but if she wanted to she could. She just did not want to. If she were someone else, she would have flushed wildly as he began to show off. Instead, she simply tilted her head with a frown and waited until he was done. His words caused her to open her mouth, shut it, frown and then finally speak again. "Was that even human talk?" Obviously she did not understand a word he had just said. She was fairly certain he was pulling her chain and talking in some sort of language she simply did not know. She was about to say something, when he flung his rude comment forth. Her gaze narrowed, and lithely she slid from the post of the fence to the grown. For a moment she simply stared at him, before something in her face changed. Her lips curled into the ever polite smile of the princess. As a guardian, someone who had enough encounters with the royal family, he might actually sense the danger as she stalked towards him. There was no hesitation in her steps, and her bow was kept against her side, though she looked every bit relaxed, she was ready to pull an arrow out and shoot. She had one of the fastest - if not the fastest, shots in the palace, if not the rest of the land. "And you dear guardian. Where do you think you will need to show off in such a way? You will never see a battlefield, my brother has no knack for such things. This exercise of yours was simply pointless. Unless of course you wished to draw the eye of some foolish female who you hoped to bed. In which case, again foolish. They have far better things to look at in any one of my brothers. Chances are, most of them are off ogling Archibald right now." She let the fake smile slip into a frown, and her free hand raised to her mouth and she let out a gasp. "Perhaps that is it isn't it! You cannot handle the competition and had to leave his side. That's it isn't it? You poor thing. Having to settle for a woman who desperately needs nothing you have to offer." She stopped a few feet from him and rolled her eyes, her face falling back to her normal bored look. "Really though, you should be careful what you say. Let one of the royal guards women hear those words, and you might have a knife in your back." Not that she would care, but then who would protect Archibald? She raised her hand to shove through her hair coolly. "I do not practice because I wish to be able to kill anyone. I do it because I like it. It would be like me asking you why you have to flirt.. It isn't as though you have some inferiority complex and flirting is the only way you can get over it, it's because you like it. Or so I assume." She shrugged, and drew an arrow, she didn't go through her stages, simply shooting one of the dummies several courts over. The arrow lodged into the dummies head and went right on through. She took the bow and offered him it. "Let me see your shot?" She was curious to see if he could even pull the string on her bow. It was tough, it had taken her a long time to build up the muscles for it. [style=clear: both;] [style=font-size: 20px;]the path of idleness made by amb tanz [/style] ➔ [/style][/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;] Fair enough he had been out of line first but it needed to be said, she was out of line. Talking that way about showing off and being flashy? About not killing, and fighting for fun. It may be easy for a simple Royal to feel that way. But someone like him, a man that may one day be forced to kill to protect his charge, a man who must have no thought of safety for himself. He could not stand by and act simply flashy. Every move he had made was accurate to his own instruction. They all had reasons, but to her, they will have not seemed appropriate. Hmm what a presuming little Princess. "Not all of us, Princess, can afford to think that way. Imagine if one day a man attacked your brother, a rebel commander lets say. Let's assume they have a strong grasp of magic too. Your brother may fight that man, he may win. But with me there I would fight that rebel scum, and I would destroy him. See the difference? May. And will. He may, I will." She had irritated him, but her next comment made him laugh. The royal guards? Hah. He had probably 'bedded' half of those women, drawn in by the very moves, and strength she had just rejected. Although he was expecting a knife in the back from most of them already, they weren't too happy with him. He chuckled. "Your brother can have all the women he wants for all I care. I get my share of lady friends. And most are more...approving than you my little Princess." Next though she surprised him. Handing him the bow. He raised an eyebrow as he unclipped the gauntlet. He dropped it into her hands and took up the bow. Just waiting for the clatter as she dropped the lead weight arm of metal. He remembered bows, he had been taught them, forced to. He hadn't forgotten it, they drove everything about weapons into him, and he was good at it. Just because he favoured close quarters combat, didn't mean he couldn't shoot straight. The bow was taught, and strong. It must be highest quality, nothing better for the Princess of course. He tensed his shoulder and arm muscles to draw back the string. It moved apart of the tattoo on his back, the branch of the tree elongates. With an intake of breath he brought his elbow up and high behind his head, the arrow levelled straight. He let the arrow fly with an breath out. It thunked into the chest of the doll. Not good enough. He would have to practice some more. "Now my cute little Princess would you like to try your hand at my weapon of choice. Feel free to try and attack me. It's fine you can't kill me, I will fight with Energy. Hmm? Yes? No?" He chuckled she wouldn't take up the offer, the weapon was specifically fit for him, not her. It was a custom weapon, she would barely be able to hold it up in defence. Summers Wrath was his, unlike her bow, which could be anyone's. WORDS! I lost count at 6 TAGS! Aria NOTES! LALALALA. [/style]

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[JESSIKINS]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; padding: 1% 2% 1% 2%; text-align: center; margin-left: 30%;]Bahaha. [/style][style=float: left; border-right: 6px #485c1a solid; border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; margin-right: 2%; padding: 180 10 10 10;][style=background: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/natalia_l_k__l_chibi_blinkie_by_mieuchan-d2q6s3a.gif); width: 100px; height: 151px; border-radius: 5px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;] [/style] She watched him, her head tilted. "Do you really believe Archibald could fight anyone? Do not get me wrong, he is an alright guy, but...he has not the stomach for combat. You are more likely to catch me fighting somewhere then him." She frowned at the thought. Really such things were not good for a future king. However, she also should not talk so about her brother. She was fond of all of her siblings, but was very certain that of them all, excluding the younger princess, he was least likely to take care of himself properly. She rolled her eyes as he told her of his conquests, shrugging her shoulders, obviously not interested. It was only when he took her bow, and handed her his gauntlet - which yes, was heavy, but no, she refused to drop. Rather she shifted her weight and hold on it. She had a stubborn streak to her when she wanted to. Her head tilted as he took aim, and shot. It was an alright shot, could have been better. "You were too rigid, relax. Let the bow become your body, and the arrow become your breath. Or...that's how I see it." She suddenly was warm, looking away. Talk of archery got her excited, excitement was more emotion that she usually showed, it made her wistful and happy, and she was not used to that in the presence of people. So she was hiding it by looking away. He obviously did not think much of her, nor she of him for that matter. He did not realize how much she cherished her bow, and she was more likely to burn it, then let most people use it. She had only allowed him to because he was a guardian, he was obligated to protect the royal family. Even if he was not her guardian, he was still one. She turned her gaze down to the weapon in her hand, head tilted slightly. "I..." She glanced at him, gaze narrowed. "You laugh at me, and I will most definitely beat you up." She muttered, shifting her grip on the gauntlet. Nevermind that it would be too big for her. Nevermind that it was far heavier then she was used to. She was not giving in to this blatantly arrogant of a man just yet. She shifted the air around her, leaving the air near him untouched. Her hand slid in, and she filled the gauntlet with air that solidified slightly to hold the gauntlet in place. She bit her lip as she shifted, holding it still with her other hand. She could get one attack in...even if she knew she stood no chance using this weapon. She was cheating - obviously, but he had stated earlier that those who attacked might use magic. Why should she not if she was attacking him? She turned her gaze to him. "Don't bother going easy on me. I really do not expect you to, but if I tell you not to, you are not held accountable for whatever you may do to me." This was her way of being nice. If he hurt her, she was pretty certain at least two males in her life would be irritated. So she was releasing him from fault here and now. Not that such things would matter. Once more she shifted the air, she was using it to help take some on some of the weight of the weapon. She was also not playing with the air around him, thickening it to make it harder to move in. Rarely did she use it offensively like this. Usually it was just used to glide the arrows to their destination. However, he was trying to humiliate her, she just wanted to prove a point here. That she was not so weak and useless as he seemed to think she was. She flew forward. Not her normal speed by any means, but still faster then should be normal for someone not used to such a heavy weapon. If he did not notice the cheat before, he would now. She slashed out towards him with the weapon, aiming for his stomach, since to be honest, it was the easiest accessible place for her. After this attack, she knew for a fact that she would be tired. She also knew that after this day, she was definitely practicing more offensively with her wind. She would be damned if she was letting this man continue to make a fool out of her. [style=clear: both;] [style=font-size: 20px;]the path of idleness made by amb tanz [/style] ➔ [/style][/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;] Was that, warmth in her voice? Archery was the Princesses qwik spot then. The point to which she could not scold or speak harshly. He understood completely, it was similar with him and his own weapon. He placed the bow carefully in one of the weapons racks provided in the areana. He was intact suprised to see her uptake on his offer. Combined of course with a small mutter of words that could be misinterpretation as a threat. He watched her intently though, as she put the gauntlet on, too big and yet seemed to fit perfectly. Foul play? Possibly. He took a stance and began releasing large amounts of Energy from his body. He felt the air thicken. She was using magic, he could almost smell it thick in the air, weighing him down. Tricky she devil. He released even more Energy. Demonsbane: SEETHE. He felt his body weight almost lessen, and his strength increase. The air seemed less heavy, and yet hotter. Blue particles spiralled wildly in a vortex and hellbent fury. It was what your would expect before a great demon king to appear. Then the rate approached. Jesu had gotten better at suppressing it. But there was always side effects. He had to control it carefully this time. The slash came fast. But his eyes followed it down, and when the gauntlet was on level with his arm it shot out with an inhuman force. His arm was touching the gloved hand, the blades about three inches from his arm. They both halted. "Energy. Mine tops magic at close range dear Primcess." He used all his current strength to wrench off the gauntlet, he was pulling directly back so there was little chance of being cut with the blades. If the Princess let go he would have her disarmed, and in that case he would call the bout over with. There was no honor in an unarmed opponent, which was kinda ironic when he looked at the previous situation. If she did not let go, the likely hood was that she would rocket towards him, at which point he would let go of the gauntlet, go behind her back and drop her to the ground with a little bash to the back of the knee. No physical harm to her either way. He didn't want to be too mean to her. He looked at her kindly. "I'm sorry Princess but it is a dozen years too early for you to be defeating me at my serious fighting. I would however enjoy that fight one day. I would agree about your brother too. That is the reason I protect him, the same reason you all are protected by guardians. I am sorry about my previous rudeness too. I did not respect you when you deserved it, and I would very much like for you to help me reacquaint myself with a bow once again." She deserved that much he guessed. They all deserved common curtesy to some extent. WORDS! I lost count at 6 TAGS! Aria NOTES! yeh....kinda controlled the flow of the fight, but yeh if u wanna go against wut I said feel free. (kicked yo princessy butt). [/style]

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[JESSIKINS]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; padding: 1% 2% 1% 2%; text-align: center; margin-left: 30%;]Bahaha. [/style][style=float: left; border-right: 6px #485c1a solid; border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; margin-right: 2%; padding: 180 10 10 10;][style=background: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/natalia_l_k__l_chibi_blinkie_by_mieuchan-d2q6s3a.gif); width: 100px; height: 151px; border-radius: 5px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;] [/style] She felt the shift in the air as he used his powers, she expected no less. Offensively, her magic was weaker then his. She needed to work on it so that one day she could work that smug little smile off of his face. However, she refused to let go of the weapon just yet. No, he did swiftly move behind her and knock her to the ground. She did not mind so much, rather she was a little happy to be sitting. She took several deep breaths, waiting for the air around her to shift back to normal. She really did not have the strength energy wise to shift it herself. So for several minutes she waited until it returned to normal on its own. Her gaze followed the man as he talked, she really said nothing just yet. Letting him get his arrogant spew of words out of the way before she opened her moth and spoke. "It obviously was not a serious fight. It was simply me being too stubborn to let you have the last word and make me look a fool." She rolled her eyes, the princess was known for her blunt words, even if they regarded her own actions. She was a prideful being, but was not afraid to admit herself weaker in some areas then those who have had the training since early on. To be honest, only felt real confident when it came down to the bow, the rest of the activities in her life were simply play acted to seem as though she were some confident being. Take her bow away though, and she felt pretty naked. She finally shifted, shoving herself from the ground with one hand, she held the gauntlet out to the man when she finally stood. "I accept your apology." She glanced away, her hand reaching up to rub her hair back down. "I suppose I apologize for provoking you. Even if you did deserve it." That was definitely the best he was going to get from her, it really was him expecting too much if he wanted anything more. For her to say as much as she had was a miracle. With the gauntlet out of hand, she walked to where her bow was, she retrieved it and clasped it in her hands before her. She turned back to face him again a brow raised. "So where is my brother anyway?" [style=clear: both;] [style=font-size: 20px;]the path of idleness made by amb tanz [/style] ➔ [/style][/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;] Well, she was rather blunt about herself, that was certainly one thing. He had heard of the Princess criticising others before, and now to criticise herself too, well it was insanity in his eyes. A prideful beast like the Princess shouldn't be forced to admit to her faults. It was a good trait of course, but that still didn't make it a common one. Self-criticising. He certainly couldn't do it well, he got the assessing the faults in his combat and magic ability and then...well after that he just gave up really. He attached the gauntlet on, it was the easiest way to carry it, and followed the Princess to her bow. "Nonetheless, it was a good clean match, I must still congratulate you Princess, especially for having the bravery to hold on." Now he was bordering kiss-ass, the only thing that went against this attitude, is the fact that he looked completely indifferent to what he was saying. The neutral look on his face, made it blatant that he was purely complementing her for complements sake, and not for kiss-assery. And now she popped the question. Where, was, her brother? Well. He'd rather not know if he was brutally honest. But it was his job to know, and so he did. "Dear Princess, your brother, the Heir, lives a very...laid back life-style. You of all people recognise that right? So as to answer the question of where he is..." Jesu was beating around the bush, a lot. Which ironically was probably one of the ways you could describe what the Heir was up to. "If I'm honest with you the last thing I saw of him was his backside halfway out the covers of his bed, mouth agape, and some blonde women - she looked like a maid - looking exhausted and having her breast groped. Your almighty, brave, daring, Heir. Is once again stuck in bed with a maid. Whose going to fix this mess? Probably me. If not...then god only knows who." He shook his head in exhausted exasperation. "And where exactly is your guardian?" WORDS! I lost count at 6 TAGS! Aria NOTES! RUMPY PUMPY [/style]

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[ARIA KEL FABRE]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; padding: 1% 2% 1% 2%; text-align: center; margin-left: 30%;]Bahaha. [/style][style=float: left; border-right: 6px #485c1a solid; border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; margin-right: 2%; padding: 180 10 10 10;][style=background: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/natalia_l_k__l_chibi_blinkie_by_mieuchan-d2q6s3a.gif); width: 100px; height: 151px; border-radius: 5px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;] [/style] Her brow raised as he commended her, she shifted a shoulder in a shrug. She had no need for compliments of any kind. What had just happened was pathetic, she had to better herself, though she really had no reason to better herself with close combat. What was the point when all a princess was good for is marrying off? Her father had said as much before. So his words were ignored, set aside, he may as well use them on someone who would be willing to later spread her legs for him. She was obviously not interested. Not that that was what he was trying to do, she was sure he was just trying to make her feel better now, but either way, he could save it for someone who wanted it. Her head tilted though as he went into detail of her brothers escapades. Someone else, someone innocent and with a sex drive, perhaps her sister, would have blushed. She simply frowned and let out a sigh. "He gives royals a bad name, and they really do not need any help." She muttered this, displeasure wrought her tone. Really, he should have something better to do then the nearest maid. She tapped a foot in irritation before shooting the guardian a look. His question was probably a good one, her head tilted though. "I have a theory that he follows me around in secret. He appears when he is either needed or not wanted. That being said," she raised her voice. "I am very grateful to have such a wonderful guardian" She rolled her eyes and muttered just loud enough for Jesu to hear her. "If only he wasn't such a pest." Chances are if he were around, he would hear her anyway. He always seemed to know everything. It was beyond creepy. She sighed, and glanced towards the castle walls. "Perhaps I should go rouse the royal princes. They seem to be of the mind that they can sleep the day away. Not just our beloved heir, but also a certain blonde headed flirt who needs a royal butt kick." Her temper regarding Aidens habits as far as flirting went, was well known amongst the castle inhabitants. Even if he only said hello to a girl, that, in Aria's mind, was considered flirting. Her temper when such things happened was beyond scary. [style=clear: both;] [style=font-size: 20px;]the path of idleness made by amb tanz [/style] ➔ [/style][/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 couldn't help but chuckle at her remark. It was a common one. People always thinking about the Heir and how he lacks the abilities to be a King. And then how the current King lacks the abilities to make him a regular human being. Or something like that. But thats all people do. They just think.vthey don't actually know anything about the Heir, just that he's a bit of a womaniser. To be fair the Princess may know just about as much as Jesu about the Heir. But Jesu was his best friend. It was about as close as you could get without it getting uncomfortable. "Princess...you are right on one thing. He does not show his Kingly, or even Princely pride that befits his position. He would rather end up in bed with a maid, yes that is definately true. However he is still the Heir. As his Guardian and friend I'm here to help him get along, protect him, and make sure he does his duty. Well I disagree with his current duties, so he does whatever he wants. But do not be fooled for a second. If as King he strays to his fathers path. I will give him the most almightiest of beatings to ever befall a King of this realm. And don't you forget it. I'm not letting this place go to the dogs any further than it has already gone." He relaxed a little. It was a sore topic, and not one he enjoyed talking about. Leave the future to its own devises. Now back to today. "As for your Guardian." Her gave her a thumbs up, and winked at her. "At least you don't have me. Feel free to laugh...that was indeed a joke." Her princely brothers too! What fun! He wouldn't mind seein that, some good comic humour for the day. He didn't, of course, know whether he'd be welcome though. "Well Princess I would love to help you. I am always ready on hand for some..." he lifted his leg and pointed at his iron clad foot, "princely butt kickings." WORDS! I lost count at 6 TAGS! Aria NOTES! My foot...your ass...let them have a greeting. [/style]

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