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Post by S-to-the-T on Aug 28, 2007 18:01:40 GMT -5
Valiente smirked, folding his arms without notice, "Deal."
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Post by S-to-the-D on Aug 28, 2007 21:57:33 GMT -5
Kratos' grin widened.
"The hunt begins..."
He vanished in a swirl of darkness.
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Post by princessaria on Aug 29, 2007 21:39:08 GMT -5
It was all to simple to hide from her own creations, for she knew where they were at all times. She could watched them from anywhere, even when sitting on a mossy tree branch courside a children's schoolhouse. Aria was also able to transport anywhere, at anytime, and in any condiotion. If Valiente somehow got a little to close, it was easy to whisk herself to a more suitable location. Sadly, knowing Mister Val and Kratos, they would be up to some bet or challenge. Whether it was dangerous or humiliating, she wasn't sure. A sigh escaped her lips, it was most likely both. To pass the time, the teenage princess would create flowers in the branches of the trees while peering around with her emerald hues. Her hair blended in with the rest of the tree, as did the colors of her dress. One after another, she created pink blossoms and gave them human names. "Naria, Casandra, Oswald, Tyrin, Marina..." her whispers were so soft, they were possibly only audible to her.
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Post by TheAberrantOne on Sept 2, 2007 21:54:53 GMT -5
Orstead had felt the Chosens' movements, he wished for an audience with the Princess, however, she seemed to have been slipping away from him as of late. He was aware of her omniscience, however, he was sure the Princess was not purposely avoiding him, or at least, that is what he kept telling himself. In a flash of crackling yellow light, he drew himself into the location where he knew two other Chosen were interacting. He was sure that perhaps one of them knew of the Princess's location. He stepped out of the terrifying light, his heavy armour clanking with each footstep, his expression as unreadable as ever, veiled by his crested helmet, the visor shut.
He gripped his golden broadsword tightly in his right hand as he saw the familiar figure of Kratos dissapearing in a swirl of dark energy. If Kratos was here, the Princess was not far off, hopefully she had not already left...
He saw Valiente, but he decided that it would be rude to disturb his solitude with his own problems, so he simply gave the Chosen a nod and walked away, his shining golden armour sending out streaks of lightning as he walked.
He eventually spotted a beautiful tree with five beautiful blossoms, almost shining their colour was so vibrant. It stood out almost as much as he did in this school yard, and he was drawn to it.
"Well..." he said to himself in his deep, commanding voice, "I suppose it would be assuasive to rest in the shade of such a lovely tree."
He pointed his sword downwards, and leaned against the tree, easing himself down into a sitting position, leaning against his sword as if it were a cane, and took a deep breath. He cleared his mind, as if readying himself for battle, becoming more and more increasingly aware of his environment, he could feel the energies of all of the Chosen perfectly, but as soon as he thoughts went to the Princess, his serenity was shattered.
He bowed his head...he felt horrible for envying any of his Chosen, they were comrades, equals, and they all deserved their chance with the Princess. So why did he feel so angry, so jealous whenever he thought of how close he saw Kratos becoming with the Princess? He felt a powerful shame envelop him, the lightning bouncing along his armour losing vigor and power...
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Post by S-to-the-T on Sept 3, 2007 11:06:14 GMT -5
((>.> We were on a roof.... Doesn't really matter though.))
Valiente watched the man go, turning from him and facing the other way to hide the amused look that always crossed the boy's face when he saw Orstead. I really don't understand why he has to wear that armour... He glanced over his shoulder at the disappearing shape, then found his way down off the roof.
He needed to find Kratos.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 3, 2007 18:08:21 GMT -5
Too late to stop himself, Kratos was gone before he even realized another Chosen had arrived.
He looked back just as he appeared on the far side of town, frightening a large contingent of townsfolk who had gathered for some reason or other.
With a few hurried but sincere apologies, he made his way toward a more secluded part of town.
Orstead...He hadn't gotten a good look at the man, but he didn't need one to recognize that traditional shining knight's armor. Torn between going back and remaining hidden for Valiente, he slowed to a stop in the middle of a small street.
He's been growing distant to me as of late...It feels as though he is apprehensive with my strengthened allegiance to the princess...
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Post by princessaria on Sept 3, 2007 22:47:57 GMT -5
As soon as she saw the glint of armor, and head the familiarly distinct sound of clanking, Miss Aria grinned almost ear to ear. Her petite hands that had a light, like that of a miniature star exploding, about them pulled away from the tree. The beautiful magic breaking, and flowers stopped blooming about the leaves.
Inside her mind, she wanted to burst into a fit of giggles for such an odd consequence. For heaven's sake, her beloved Sir Orstead hadn't even noticed yet. The poor male must be worried sick about her for him to look so upset, or at least of what she could feel of his aura. She bit on her pink lower lip, and outstretched her arm above the Courage Chosen's head. Her eyes glimmered with mirth, as she tried not to reveal herself to Val, who was bound to be around somewhere.
Pretty yellow blossoms fell atop his armor, and she even added a gust to blow in his armor. She often felt like Orstead was awfully steamy in there, and felt he needed a bit of a breeze every-so-often.
The Dark Princess wobbled; all seven of her bracelets jingled, and she was sure that her golden anklet casted a light from the sun. Her legs locked onto the branch to steady herself, as her hair danced around her back.
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Post by TheAberrantOne on Sept 4, 2007 7:31:12 GMT -5
Orstead felt a gust of gentle, cooling wind within his armour, and heard the familiar jingle of the Princess's various braclets, and saw a glimmering light flash from the temporary reflection of the sun's light off of her anklet. He grasped one of the yellow blossoms upon his armour, and looked straight up, and instantly his burden was lifted, the sparks of lightning were now vigourous and powerful.
"My lady..." he said happily as he gazed into her eyes, his usual aura of vigour and power flaring back to life. He sat there, waiting to hear her speak, relieved to know at least one of his concerns were unfounded.
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Post by princessaria on Sept 4, 2007 16:07:40 GMT -5
The girl's eyes shifted back and forth to see if anyone was coming, and then she settled her gaze back to the Electricity Chosen. Her long eyelashes batted, for she had blinked a few times, and then she let them close and crease softly. She had began to giggle quietly at the Chosen. Her lips parted to let out the joyful sounds.
It brought back memories of an beautiful woman; Aria's mother. 'Your laughter is that of an angel basking in a summer breeze, My Lovely.' The words echoed across her mind, before she stopped laughing at the Chosen.
"Mister Orstead, there is no need to be so formal. I do consider you a close friend, after all." She whispered breezily with a friendly smile. "And you don't want to give away my position, since I'm hiding from someone."
Knowing this particular male, he would be concerned about her hiding. She remembered times where he carried her down from a tree, thinking that she would fall if she had tried to climb down.
The Princess held back another stream of laughter at this memory, and decided to shower more pink blossoms onto the tree instead. The branches began to fill with flowers, and soon all green was replaced by white or pink.
It was so beautiful outside, and the breeze felt good against her hot flesh. Her eyes closed against her peach-colored skin when a strong wind tousled her hair. Thoughts of feathers danced around her mind, as she wondered what it was like to fly among real clouds in a true blue sky.
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Post by TheAberrantOne on Sept 4, 2007 20:57:01 GMT -5
Her fears were certainly not unfounded, at the mention of hiding, the Shining Knight immediaetly sprung up, his blade at the ready to fight off whatever foul beasts his imagination had conjured, and whispered to Aria, his back turned to her as to not give away the fact that she was there.
"What horrid man, disgusting creature, or unearthly being dares to force you into hiding, my lady? Simply utter its name, and I shall vanquish it! It will regret its foolish actions!" he said in a forced whisper, his aura of lightning sparking dangerously as he continously scanned the horizon.
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Post by princessaria on Sept 4, 2007 21:08:47 GMT -5
The Dark Princess had to steady herself from falling, for her giggles burted from inside her. Her hands latched onto the branch, as she shuddered from laughing so hard.
She tried to calm herself, and opened her eyes to peek once more at Sir Orstead. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and twinkled as brightly as the stars themselves. Even the atmosphere around her seemed to dance and sway with happiness, as the Princess tried to hold her emotions in.
"T-the ho-horib-ble cr-eat-ture of f-fire, the Ch-Chosen of Fla-Flames, Mis-ter-er Valient-te himself-f!" She choked out between her fits of laughter. Aria even added a minature crack of lightning as effect.
As soon as she calmed down, she looked at her large dress. It was so big, her hair was so done up, and even her jewelry was intricate. She waved her hand, and felt her clothes change form.
She had changed into a white, off-the shoulder top. It had many green vnes crawling up the flowing material. The vines matched the color of her green skirt, whick had small red stones scattered about the bottom. Her gold belt lay upon her hip sideways, and she adjusted the gold choker around her neck. She still had the white ribbons on her arm and leg, and the seven golden bracelets.
Her hair, which was now perfectly straight, almost touched her knees. It was a midnight black, and somehow stayed behind her shoulders, and danced around her head lightly.
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Post by TheAberrantOne on Sept 4, 2007 22:15:24 GMT -5
Orstead visibly calmed, sheathing his sword and laughing heartily. The Princess had always had her sense of humour, even in these trying times. He waited until all of the laughter left him, unsure of what to say. He had wanted to speak to the Princess, but he did not want to ruin her game, after all, she was especially happy during such events of merriment, and that is how Orstead loved to see her best. He questioned his fears of the Darkness effecting her in an ill manner. How could he possibly have thought of something so foolish? He scanned the Princess, observing her change of outfit.
"You look stunning, as always, my-...erm, Aria." he said, reluctantly replacing his usual 'my lady' with her own name.
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Post by princessaria on Sept 5, 2007 20:34:13 GMT -5
Her lips parted, and a soft sigh emitted from between the pink flesh. It wasn't an exasperated or annoyed unleashing of breath, but a heart-warming sigh.
"And you, Sir Orstead, are as flattering as ever." She paused to fix her eyes completely on the metal-clad male underneath her. Her hand unconsciously pushing a lock of hair behind her shoulder, as she observed the Chosen silently.
"Although, don't you ever get hot in there? I haven't seen your face since the day I created you..." She added in a joking manner, and shifted her position upon the branch.
She wasn't really concerned about the game anymore, since Val and Kratos were probably daring each other. Instead, Aria stood up on the branch, and closed her eyes.
The feel of her people walking, the earth thriving, and the sun pulsed gave her such a magical feeling. It was surreal, like she could experience the essence of every creation it a small amount.
There was a rush of air, as the Princess fell from the tree softly. Her eyes shot open to find herself looking at the sky, and closing in on the ground.
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Post by TheAberrantOne on Sept 6, 2007 16:58:36 GMT -5
Orstead paused for a moment, he had his reasons for hiding his face, he certainly was not afraid that he was physically unattractive, or that he really had anything to hide. Though he was not in a constant state of battle, he felt that he always had to be prepared...but other than that...he truly did not know why he had to remain hidden behind three inches of metal. Of course, these thoughts were all done in a quick succession, for the instant he realized that the Princess was falling from the tree, by a simple reaction, his arms instantly were in front of him, and cradled the Princess as she fell into them, and he gently placed her on her feet. As he did so long ago, he went into his concerned-scolding mode.
"My lady!" he boomed, his tone was not harsh or angered, but it certainly was stern, "You really must be more careful! When I think of all of the danger that this world alone can hold, I simply cannot rest! If you were to be hurt, I cannot even begin to think-"
And he could not begin to think, for a long, echoing cry ressonated, drowning out even Orstead's deep, commanding voice. The ground trembled as a hulking figure came into view, letting out another loud, deep, mournful cry as he scanned the area. The metal monstrosity continued walking in the Princess's direction, his whole body needing to turn in order to look a different direction, due to the fact that his head was little more than a dome welded onto the area above his chest, his hunched back looming over his own head. His three aqua-coloured eyes locked onto the Princess, and he let out one last wail as the last one faded into the distance. As he drew closer, Orstead drew his attention back to the Princess.
"It seems Sir Balornous wishes for your audience as well." he said.
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Post by princessaria on Sept 6, 2007 20:15:12 GMT -5
The Princess looked astonished by the time she had gotten to her feet, but soon broke out into a nervous smile. Her hands clasped together behind her back, as Aria listened intently to what her knight had to say.
Her eyes directed themselves to the loud wail as soon as Sir Orstead was interrupted. She bowed two times, unleashing a whole rainbow of "I'm sorry, please forgive me." or "You really are wonderful, Mister Sir Orstead." and finally, "I must tend to my other Chosen, but I will bring him back with me!"
With a sharp turn, she dashed off to meet her Sorrow Chosen. His wail sent her heart exploding into a million pieces, as tears brimmed the bottom of her eyes.
'Now, Aria, don't go thinking of the darkness, and go cheer up Mister Balornous. He seems to be in his usual state...' Her thoughts quickly pushed away, as she ran up a small hill of grass to reach her male Chosen.
Instead of the normal greeting, The Princess threw her arms around the sorrowful Chosen in a gentle hug. "How I've missed you so, Balornous!" She happily piped out.
"How are you on this beautiful day?" She didn't et her voice get too loud or too soft, but in a friendly enough way. Many giggles escaped her lips in rejoice of seeing her other friend.
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