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Post by final_wolf on May 28, 2014 1:36:03 GMT
Amelia smiled hearing that they were going to take a small break. He was right though, she was thirsty herself. She had even sweated and personally she could not wait until she could bathe. "Thank you, Sir Thomas." Surprisingly she was actually putting sir in front of his name. Perhaps she was starting to see a little bit of respect for him, though she was never going to fully admit to it. From what she could see he was not clearly out for her nor her brother. She liked that. He was actually trying to treat her as an individual and not care that she was a spoiled princess. She took a small sip at first before she followed and took a seat. She drank a bit more and looked up at Thomas. "I want to know more about you. I could care less about this place. I have made quite a few mental notes on who I like and who I will stay away from. However, you are my 'mentor' so to speak and I think I deserve a right to know a lot more about you."
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Post by sempai ratte on May 28, 2014 2:32:28 GMT
Thomas nodded "Very well, that's a reasonable request." he said evenly, "To begin my full name is Thomas Harken, I am a member of clan harken and a fifth generation soldier. I joined the military at the age of 15 and soon after completing the very same training I'm now putting you through I found myself on the front lines." he added before pausing for a moment. "For nearly five years I fought there before I was transferred to a training position after I was badly injured in battle, I've been here for the last four years even though I've healed up from my wounds." he added in a even tone.
After letting he consider what he just said he continued "Aside form my military history, which I'm sure you find boring, I'm a fairly even tempered person as you will find." he said with a thin smile, "You'll find I'm a work is work and fun is fun type of person, so work hard for me and I'll be willing to let you have some fun. Just don't get me or yourself in trouble." he added referring to the captain's earlier speech. He sat and thought for a second about what else to add "I enjoy a drink every now and then but I'm far from a drunkard, In order to maintain the needed discipline a soldier requires you have to have your wits about you. That's important to keep in mind, a great many soldiers returned from the front find the bottle a means to forget the horrors they've seen." he said in a somber tone, "But in truth the bottle will only keep them away for as long as your drunk, only by facing it will you be able to deal with it." he added realizing he'd said to much.
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Post by Miya on May 28, 2014 17:16:33 GMT
Markus [Estellé] Barret Henry didn’t seem to believe Markus was really ill, and it made since to him as he did his best to overcome the sickening feelings that had left him on the verge of tossing everything he had ate at lunch. He tried to pay attention to the information that Henry told him, but the truth was that Markus was self-absorbed in his own problems as he tried to refrain from tossing his lunch all over Henry’s dirty boots. His blue eyes stared at Henry’s boots for a long while, trying to determine when the last time it was the man cleaned them before he looked down at his own boots. Despite his royal-like appearance, he had managed to keep some of the key items from his Knight uniform that he incorporated in his own attire. The boots he was wearing today were from his uniform, and he frowned at the mud that now caked the bottom part of them. He made a mental reminder to clean them later before he heard Henry say Markus could rest in his room.
Before Markus could even think about it, he was being led away into the private room of Henry’s. Markus couldn’t recall even venturing into Henry’s bedroom when he visited his home once or twice before, nor did he ever think about going into the other man’s room before, but standing there he could see that being in a real man’s bedroom was nothing too special at all. He waited until the bed was in a more decent condition before he moved over to it and sat down, removing his boots and coat. He folded his jacket neatly and placed it over Henry’s pillows before lining up his boots to the side of the bed, making sure the toes of the boots were pointed facing the door like he had been trained to do.
Once everything was perfectly set in Markus’ mind he laid down on the bed and sighed as he closed his eyes. It wasn’t often that Markus took off his jacket, mostly because it aided in tricking others into thinking he was a male, but he did so today since he liked the extra cushion for her head. So as he laid there on Henry’s bed, his form looked more like a female’s than it normally did. He didn’t even think of Henry noticing such a thing though, since the two had been friends for a long enough time that Henry noticing anything about Markus was completely out of the question. Guys, Markus had learned over the years, tended not to look at other guys as closely as Markus had previously assumed. They didn’t notice the button’s missing on another man’s uniform, nor did they notice how much thicker their necks were compared to Markus’. It was only Markus who noticed such things, and it was to protect himself from others. However, in Henry’s company he knew that he was completely safe. The man only had eyes for Catherine anyways.  Lena Komarine Lena walked with Meinard into his office, and once they were inside he took a seat in his chair while she sat opposite of him in front of his desk. He truly did look worn out, and she watched as he debated with himself on if he should drink the problems away or not. She was somewhat proud to see he decided to save the drinking for later, watching him as his eyes glanced at a torn letter on his desk. She listened like a supportive confidant as Meinard went on a somewhat long rant about the ‘kids’ and their various behavioral problems. To Lena, it seemed that the royals just took their normal attitude to the army with them, and were unable to separate or find a difference between the barracks and their own bedrooms. However, as Lena listened to Meinard she couldn’t help but feel jealousy come over her with how this Elisabeth person was gaining almost all of Meinard’s attention. She was a sex junkie, had a cruel father that wanted to pawn her off to Meinard, and she was making Lena’s beloved Captain frustrated. Lena wish she had arrived sooner, or rather she wished she hadn’t left at all, seeing as how Meinard was focusing all his attention on the other woman. He hardly felt such passionate emotions towards her, and that frustrated look on his face was so appealing to Lena. He was the perfect man, really he was, in Lena’s eyes. When he said her name, she wanted to melt away since the order he gave her was not one she wanted fulfill. It also stung a bit when he insinuated she always knew the whereabouts of Chaos. Despite the reputation Lena had of her own with sleeping with men at the fort, what wasn’t known was her pickiness when it came to who she slept with. Chaos was an intense person, and such a thing made for a wonderful sex partner, but the others that she had enjoyed over the few years she has been at the fort were merely for her own safety. She slept with the males that were most dominate and in charge at the fort, even sleeping with men that they hated so she wouldn’t get caught in any crossfires. All of it was to secure her ‘respect’ and admiration when she rose in the ranks. She didn’t need men to fear her, all she needed was for them to be willing to do what she asked. Such requests were not often met by female Lieutenants. Not really wanting to go fetch the woman Lena now secretly called her enemy, Lena took her time with standing and heading for the door. Whenever she was upset with her Captain she did him the unjust service of acknowledging the orders he gave. It was childish, yes, but it wasn’t as if the Captain would care about something she did. As she opened the door to leave, and found herself frowning at the door as another task was added on. However, Lena turned and smiled to the Captain before giving him a small flirtatious wave and then leaving him, making sure the door slammed good while it shut before she marched off down the hallway. She wasn’t a messenger boy, and certainly not one that got other women to go to the Captain’s office, but disobeying him was not in her blood as she headed for the bath house where Chaos tended to take select women as if it were a secret location. As if no one else in this damn base fucked in the showers. She rolled her eyes as she moved in on the place until she was there and saw a rather tall dark-haired woman attached to Chaos’ arm. That must be Elizabeth, she told herself as she closed in on Chaos before the pair could enter the area. Her hand reached out and grabbed onto his free shoulder before she jerked him back. “Okay, that’s enough you smooth talker.” She teased him as she easily pulled him away from the other woman. Once she made sure to step in-between them, Lena made eye contact with the royal woman before pointing in the general direction of where Captain Meinard’s office was located. “Captain Meinard would like to speak with you now, Lady Elizabeth. He’s waiting in his office to discuss…personal matters with you.” Even saying such words made her want to hit the other woman, but she smiled and acted pleasantly as she waited for the woman to do what was asked of her. She glanced over her shoulder then at Chaos, giving him a stern look that told him he wasn’t off the hook just yet and to remain where he was. |
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Post by iliaroseraine on May 29, 2014 0:31:26 GMT
Harmony thought things were starting to fall back on track since the slip between her and Catherine just several minutes before. She was caught off guard when the noble refused to wield a weapon. She caught it dropping her own blade as Catherine so visibly shaken by something shoved the blade back towards her.
She wasn't sure what to say when she felt the weight of the blade back in her hands. She was instructed to train the noble. She could understand the desire not to kill, she had the same desire herself, but life mad the choice something she couldnt have.
If Catherine had the choice, she shouldnt have to kill. But life was never that simple. she should at least know how to defend herself in case she needed to.
"Alright," she muttered putting up the blade and picking up the one she dropped. "I will not force you to train with a blade... but I must stress that you should learn some thing to defend yourself with. " she bit her lip. "There may come a time that you will need to know it."
Especially now that the king sought it wise to put all the nobleman heirs in one location that anyone seeking power might consider easy pickings.
But that was something that she felt wise went unspoken for the time being. Harmony had not voiced this concern to any other of her comrades she knew that there were likely precautions all ready made. But she always felt a need to be prepared for the worst case scenario.
(Reply done from cellular device at work during break.... sorry its not pretty.)
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Post by final_wolf on May 29, 2014 1:42:35 GMT
Chaos frowned a bit when Elizabeth mentioned that he was much too eager. Perhaps he was but he couldn't help himself. Though he would not mind working on her kinks though. He was just about to take her into the bath house when Lena stopped them. Chaos gave an annoyed look at her. He had just been cockblocked. That sucked. Lena informed Elizabeth that the Captain wanted to talk with her. Then, Lena looked at Chaos which he knew that look. He wasn't off the hook but maybe this could turn into some sex after all. Not everything would be loss and that was good enough for him. "So," Chaos put his arm around Lena's shoulders. "You want to speak with me." He grinned.
Thomas appeared to be from a family that was dedicated to the soldier ranks. She wondered if any of them had ever been knighted. "I am glad that you wounds healed. I might come off as brash, but I do not like soldiers dying in battle. I know everyone has a family and it's sad when they lose someone. Especially due to fighting." Amelia looked softly at Thomas. Part of her wall was starting to come down. "To be honest, I haven't had an alcoholic beverage yet." She laughed slightly. "That wine you promised will be my first. I'm looking forward to it." She smiled, but frowned slightly when he mentioned that many soldiers took up drinking to forget their battles.
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Post by sempai ratte on May 29, 2014 22:01:41 GMT
Thomas smiled at her comment about her feelings regarding soldiers "I'm very glad to hear you feel that way, A leader with humanity will find people follow them out of respect not fear or duty alone." he said with a comforted smile, "I must say your much different from what I expected to encounter, your file painted a very.........shall we say unflattering.....image of you. I'm glad to find that it was an incomplete image." he added before finishing his cup of water. "Just do me a favor and don't tell your father I'm corrupting his daughter with the temptations of spirits, he may not appreciate that." he said with a chuckle before he saw her frown, "Don't let my ramblings get you down, not all find themselves in such a state. It's just that the human mind can only withstand so much." he added as he stood up. "we should probably get back to training, dinner will be soon and I'd rather not be caught sitting about by the captain." he said in a more serious tone.
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Post by Miya on May 30, 2014 5:58:53 GMT
Who Am I Really? Markus opened one eye when he heard Henry’s comment about how strict they were at the castle. Perhaps it wasn’t the knights just being strict, but more they were proper when it came to how they handled themselves. There were many things that were engraved into Markus’ head by his father even before he joined the knights training program, and that was to always be aware of one’s surrounding and that a soldier’s attitude is shown through the way in which they dress. All knights dressed as neatly as one could be, and if they were missing something or if a shirt stuck out in the back that was their personality showing. Markus thought about that for a moment as he realized that his personality was based around what a knight was supposed to be…Who was he really? Obviously not the woman that he born as since that woman was killed before she even got a chance to feel anything.
Slowly Markus looked up towards the ceiling as he took full note of the situation he was in. He was alone in a room with his oldest friend, a man whom he had known since his teens, and it was at this very moment that he realized that the two of them had never truly been alone together before. Since Henry was a lieutenant in the Helios Army, and Markus was a knight for the royal family, the two met only on socializing occasions. That was how they met, and that was how they remained friends. Markus, along with a few other knights, often joined Henry and his soldiers when he was near the castle for drinks and women (although Markus never truly left with a woman like the rest of the men did).
His head then turned back to Henry, staring at his back as his chest suddenly felt tight and heavy. He could hear his heart pounding in his head as a wild stream of thoughts entered his mind of what he could do to the man that they were alone…However, one thought stood out more so than any other: Markus wanted Henry to know the truth about him. He weighed the pros and cons of doing such a thing, taking up a good half hour just debating with himself as the man of Markus’ affection went about writing documents without noticing. Henry was a good man, and if he knew that Markus was a girl it would be the first time Markus had an ally he could rely on to help him keep his cover, but if Henry rejected who he was…If he looked one look at the woman he was and started to distance himself, what would Markus do? He wouldn’t be able to tell his father about it because that would mean the end of their family legacy…
Suddenly, Markus decided what he wanted to do and sat up on Henry’s bed, facing the man’s back with a determined look. “Henry.” He called out to the other man in a hesitant voice that he hadn’t meant to do. He cleared his throat a moment before running a hand through his hair. “Henry…You’re my oldest and best friend, you know that right? We’ve known one another for many years already, and I trust you…” His gaze shifted from Henry’s face to the floor for a moment before his training kicked back in and had him facing the man once more. “I want to tell you something that I’ve kept hidden since I was a kid because I need your help…You see, I wasn’t born Markus Barret…” He explained before raising a hand to his chest to cling to the fabric. “I was born Estellé Barret. I was born a woman, I am a woman, but I’ve been hiding my gender…” He said as the pounding in his heart became louder. He had no idea how Henry would react, but he was prepared for anything…At least he thought he was. |
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Post by iliaroseraine on May 30, 2014 23:24:51 GMT
 Harmony Adams__________________________________
Harmony noticed that her words seemed to have struck hard for Catherine. From the way the young woman grew silent Harmony knew that she probably brought up some bad memory for the young woman. Then she spoke her mini rant, it took Harmony a moment to comprehend the meaning of her words. She was not going to press the matter, but she knew that she was right for insisting that the woman learn to defend herself. She seemed to have done well so far, but Harmony felt like before they were through there was a chance that Lady Catherine might need to rely on a little more than luck.
Harmony had been blessed in a way when she was born the only girl with two older and two younger brothers. Her two elder siblings made it a point that she knew how to defend herself from the advances of men since the time she could walk. They were why, even now she carried a dagger sheathed in her boot. With her wit and training she had fared better than most women in her position. But she did have to used her blade from time to time to pull her from situations that she was unable to avoid.
"Women are expected to be many things." She responded. "But they don't have to be an easy target. Even the goddesses, when they fail, do not do so with out a fight." She was not insinuating that Catherine was unable to take care of herself, It was actually the opposite. "You are smart and capable, but the more you know the more likely you will come out on top of a situation." Her tone hid of her own hurt. Especially as she thought of her own trials to gain her status. She had said her peace and would let the noble woman decide if she wanted to learn to fight at least to defend herself. She knew that she should not press the issue, Catherine would make the decision herself when she was ready.
"It seems that some are calling it quits for today, I think if anyone has earned the right you have." She spoke looking around and seeing that Elizabeth had been dismissed knowing besides making the noble woman run more laps they had accomplished for the most part what they needed to. Henry and another Noble that had seemed to arrive at some point today had wandered towards the soldiers rooms. She felt at this point it was safe to call it a day and she knew that she could could justify it. Elizabeth had caused far more trouble than the other nobles and she knew if the captain had an issue she would explain her reasoning for giving the noblewoman what she earned.
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Post by Miya on May 31, 2014 0:03:24 GMT
Who Am I Really? Markus had kept his gaze on Henry, watching and waiting to see how his friend would react to him before he spotted a smile on Henry’s face. Quickly Markus looked away, ashamed of himself as Henry went on about how elaborate his friends were when it came to pranks. Yes, Leo was the type to pull of such a joke especially he was the only man that was convinced Markus was “too beautiful for a man.” Markus’ gripped tighter around his shirt as Henry laughed and asked who better he would ask to see what. In all honesty, if Markus was a bit more confident in his female body, he would strip down and show the man his true form, but such a thing was out of the question.
“Henry.” He said in a rather annoyed and serious tone, his face flush and full of embarrassment as he rose from the bed to face his friend. “I am not being put up to any such thing. Do you really think I would joke with you? And for God’s sakes we were teens when I stole your clothes. It didn’t harm you any!” He found himself shouting before he looked away and cleared his throat. The past was a touchy subject for Markus since he wasn’t a raging hormone young man, but instead a woman who was too curious for own good and nearly got herself caught a few times.
“I am not lying to you, and I truly do need your help if I am to remain here. You felt outrage with the ladies sleeping in the men’s barracks, but just imagine if those men found out that a woman has been lying to their faces? They’ll tear me apart.” She admitted, which was a hard enough thing for her to do. She was the strongest woman that she knew because no other females were allowed to join the knights due to the rigorous training. However, being alone in a large room with men and having to constantly watch herself shook her to her core. Being cautious was one thing, but to be a willing prey to the wolves was another.
“Henry…I am a woman. This is a fact.” And she undid a few of her shirt’s top buttons enough to show the bandages that were wrapped around her chest, holding her breasts down, but it still showed the form of them hidden beneath. “I know you’ll understand me not being willing to show you more than that.” She said softly after she covered herself back up once she was certain Henry got a good look. Her face automatically turned a brighter red, and her gaze fell to the floor as she became subconsciously aware of the woman she was. |
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Post by Miya on May 31, 2014 1:05:45 GMT
Lena Komarine Lena watched as the dark-haired woman went from internal secret enemy to internal possibly-soon-to-be-public nemesis as she proved to have a quick tongue on her that spewed venom. The first words they exchanged were supposed to be acquaintance-like and give Lena a feel for the woman that Meinard was way too interested in for Lena’s liking. However, Lena’s friendly-like demeanor was rejected with a quick remark of how she addressed the man she adored. Her smile vanished, and she nearly raised her arm to slap the woman across the face, but then Chaos’ arm was suddenly stretched over her shoulders and stopped her. She glared at the woman until the royal was gone before she turned on Chaos and shoved him away. “You sleep with that woman, and you’ll never sleep with me again.” She threatened with a hiss before she turned back to where Elizabeth’s figure had vanished.
If it were possible, flames would be surrounding Lena at that very moment as her annoyance for Elizabeth began to manifest itself within her. “I didn’t know you were on a first name basis with your superiors.” Lena mimicked in a high-pitched voice with her fisted hands firmly pressed against her hips before she spat on the ground in disgust. “What does she know, huh?” She grumbled to herself more so than to the man who was trapped her in energy, as she turned back to Chaos and wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down to vent out some of her violent nature. “I should just kill her tonight and save Meinard the headache of having to deal with her.” She chuckled menacingly. “Marriage? More like she would make herself a widow during their honeymoon. Poor Meinard would kill himself.” She contemplated aloud to Chaos before releasing her grip on him to glare back at the spot the woman once stood. It was very possible that horns and fangs would pop out at any moment too while she stood there plotting the demise of the royal Lady Elizabeth Quartremaine.
Things went on like that for another few minutes before Lena finally calmed enough down to feel self-pity for herself and wrap her arms around Chaos’ waist as she held him tight. Lena was a tall woman, but still she didn’t compare much to Chaos’ height as she rested her head against his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Chaos. Don’t let your soul become corrupted by the evil that resides in Lady Elizabeth. She’s the type that knows how to steal a man’s soul.” She said softly before pulling enough away to capture his eyes with her own. “How about tonight you come by my bedroom and ease some of this tension in my back?” She asked him seductively as she moved her face slightly closer to him. “Or, we could go to my bedroom right now and fool around a few minutes to ease both of our tensions away?”
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Post by Miya on May 31, 2014 1:43:50 GMT
Who Am I Really? Standing there in front of Henry with her hand firmly clasped over the opened part of her shirt to keep it shut, Estellé stared firmly at a speck on the floor as she waited for whatever it was that Henry was going to do after seeing the undeniable proof she gave him. She heard him speak, but ignored it as she was sure she had recently fainted now and was in some sort of delusional state of being where Henry was understanding. She had double check herself a few times before she looked up and saw Henry pointing at her breasts. She turned her body to the side and covered up a bit more. “I’m…” She lost her train of thought as Henry’s sincere words sank in. “Thank you.” She said softly before she turned around and buttoned herself up. “I know you’re a good friend…A little frustrating at times, but a good friend…And I couldn’t have told you before.” She explained before turning back around to face him, taking a seat on the bed as she realized how limp her legs were feeling.
“I’m my father’s only child, and every first born son of the Barret family serves the king as a royal knight. When my mother passed away, my father decided I could continue the family legacy…It’s to keep the honor, and if someone else found out I don’t think my father would tolerate it. However…I do need your help, Henry.” She said before stretching her legs out slightly to make sure they were getting back to normal as her heart calmed down considerably. “As a friend, I’m calling in a favor to help me out if I happen to get stuck in some situations where shirts are coming off or something similar to that…” Markus explained as he got back into the right mindset as to why he was even telling Henry his secret.
“I know it’ll be a burden on you to keep an extra eye on me, but it’s part of your job anyways soldier.” He smirked as he leaned back on his hands on the bed as he felt suddenly more comfortable. “I’ll happily give you some of my share during meals as a way of compensating you, and of course continue to help you will all of your genius plans of getting Lady Catherine to fall madly in love with you.” He added without realizing his smiling was diminishing in size. Things wouldn’t change between them it seemed, and Markus was happy with that right? It wasn’t like he wanted things to change drastically…So why did he feel depressed about it? He was used to this, Henry picking Catherine over him…A frown fought its way to his face, but Markus continued to smile happily at his friend. |
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Post by iliaroseraine on May 31, 2014 3:06:53 GMT
Harmony Adams-----------------Harmony felt bad for making the young noblewoman so depressed. That was not her intention. She sighed and then she felt her temper flare when she heard that Catherine had to spend the previous night in the men's barracks.
"If that situation appears it will arise again, tell me. I would rather you noblewomen share my room than risk that indignity." She was surprised at her tone and that she was giving the noble woman an order. She did not know what the captain was thinking of late. from what she was told she thought he was much more capable than what she has seen. She watched in silence as Catherine walked towards the stables. Maybe she would have her spirits lifted. She would offer the girl the opportunity to change and rest in her room. ----------------------------Alexander Essex
The essex household was in an uproar since the moment the servants attempted to wake the noble son. He did not wish to get up thatt morning for he simply did not want to go to the training camp. When it became apparent that he was not going to sleep the day away from existence he demanded to see the bags that had been packed for him the night before. It was with their contents that he realized that he found his reason to make their morning as hellish as they planned to make the next few months of his life. They neglected to pack any of his lovely dresses.
He protested for three hours, yelling and tantruming, acting out in every way except with violence he could, till his mother snapped and demanded the servants packed his dresses. Surely for one that would have been enough, but Alexander was not happy. He in many ways never was when his parents gave into his wants. So he moved to his next item on his checklist of tantrums. His breakfast was not grand enough for the fact his mother planned to send him away. This lasted an hour before his mother decided to pull out her trump card and offer him one of her most expensive dresses if he promised to give them no more trouble for sending him away.
It was an offer Alex found hard to resist. He ate his breakfast in peace and nearly jumped in joy when a servant brought the garment as promised. The second his eyes landed on it, he knew that it was what he would make his grand entrance with while wearing. By the time he was dressed and ready, He looked far more beautiful than 90 percent of the noble women. He smiled at this thought when he realized it to be true.One of the reasons he did this was because he could only be proud when the noble women looked at him with jealousy. There was something in the manner that they responded to him when he dressed like this to be truly addicting.
The carriage ride in comparison to the morning was relatively short. especially coupled with the many different thoughts that ran through his head. He did not know what was in store for him, but he hoped and prayed that the rumor that men and women would train separately from each other. He could not stand the Idea of being separated from the pleasing figures of the other sex. Even if it ran the one risk that he would run into the one woman that he to this day could not bring himself to face.
The carriage stopped abruptly and he realized it was for the final time. He knowing that it would be in the middle of the stables he exited the confines of his transporter. The carriage ride had been hard on the horses and they were in the process of being stabled to rest for a few hours before they would make the long journey home. He watched the servants start to pull down and unpack his luggage. He needed fresh air.
But his eyes wandered and landed on something else. A young woman, dressed in uniform, was a few feet away from him. From his location it was hard to see her face, but he knew from her bust that he was sure that she was indeed a she. But something in his mind did not sit right. He thought that the genders were going to be separated. Surely this was not his mind playing tricks on him. He acted before he could take a proper moment to think about what he planned to do as the woman now walked with her back to him.
He could not believe what he was seeing and stood there dumbstruck for a moment before a sinister plan developed in his mind. He knew the perfect plan for the attention worthy entrance that he desired. It would also make sure that his presence would bring the promise of shaking things up.
His hands acted before his thoughts could warn him that he should find another way to confirm that he was not hallucinating from being deprived the presence of a woman for just a few hours. The drama it would cause jut a secondary bonus. His hands landed on the two orbs that outwardly hinted that she was indeed female. He caught to caught up in the ingeniousness of his plans and his moment of happiness that his did not think about how long his hands lingered.
And then he saw her panicked and horror struck familiar face. His hands could not move away fast enough. “Shit!” he cried and backed up a step.
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Post by final_wolf on Jun 1, 2014 14:23:36 GMT
Chaos' mouth opened as if to speak, but quickly snapped it shut with an audiable click. He wanted to say to Lena in a joking fashion that she was just being jealous and insecure. He knew better though on that one. Besides, she already was threatening not to sleep with him if he slept with Elizabeth. Better not to push his buttons more. It was quite clear to him that Lena and Elizabeth were not going to get along. Lena pulled him down a bit as she vented about Elizabeth. "You know," He smirked. "Maybe it's Elizabeth's goal to see if she can piss off everyone here? She's doing a grand job of it I think. Captain Meinard already is annoyed by her and I'm pretty sure Stray wants nothing to do with her. And now there is you whom would be ever so willing to kill her if she wasn't a noble." Chaos grinned a bit. He knew not to test his luck with Lena, but his mouth often did run off before he had time to think. At least he sometimes thought before he spoke.
Chaos stayed there letting Lena vent out all of her frustration. That was, until she shifted and put her arms around his, holding him tight. He wrapped his arms around her back and held her close. He really did like Lena, a lot. Probably more than he should have, but he trusted her. He liked having a no strings attached situation with her, but perhaps he might want more than just sex. He wasn't sure on that and often kept those questionable feelings to himself. "I wont have sex with, Elizabeth." To actually have Chaos say those words did mean something. He would not. Still, he knew he would find himself caught up in Elizabeth's beauty though and her temptation. "As long as I have your help, I'll stay away from the she-demon." He then arched a brow and placed a grin upon his lips. He looked down at her, studying her eyes. "You know, I'm quite the greedy bastard at times. Why don't we go fool around now and also later." He lowered his head and kissed Lena's lips as he then moved to kiss her cheek, earlobe, upper neck, lower neck, and then her shoulder. If he could have he'd just take her now, for him the place never mattered, but he knew rooms where better option.
Amelia tilted her head when Thomas spoke that she was different from what he expected. "I frankly do not care what they put in my file. I am me. If they do not like me or wish to paint this horrible image, that is up to them." She lied. It did matter, it did hurt. Still she would not show that it did. The way she saw it was they were the ones that had issues, not her. She was perfect the way she was and if they couldn't see it they were idiots. Clovis was the only one that seemed to be fine the way she was. Amelia looked down at the cup for a moment longer before finishing it herself.
Amelia turned and looked at Thomas when he spoke about not telling her father about the alcoholic drinks. She smiled a little. "I would not tell him anything. Right now he and I are not on good terms." She would leave it at that. She did not care if she drank or not. It would upset her father surely if he found out. She however, would never give up a name just so she could see her father be angry. She nodded her head. "I guess, that does make sense that humans can only stand so much. Still it is a shame though." She looked up at him and nodded.
Before they could go back to their training or the chores. Amelia had turned her head and looked over to Catherine being touched and calling him a cad. Amelia just stood there, wide eyed. She was certain she knew that man, he was a noble, she knew that much but the name escaped her. Before she could say or figure out what to do, Clovis approached her. She looked at him and back to Catherine and the noble. "I know his name, I know I do. However, is it normal for a noble to go around touching someone's breasts?" She was being a tad sarcastic on the last part of her sentence. It was clear Amelia was quite annoyed by seeing this. She wanted nothing to do with whats-his-name. She shook her head as she could see Meinard was there trying to defuse the situation. She looked back over to her brother. "How has your day been?" She decided to change the topic and not give whats-his-name anymore thought.
Stray and Cain had been training for the afternoon and then it was off to do chores. They were in the horse stables cleaning up the horse manure. The entire time, or at least most of it, Cain complained at first which had turned into amusing jokes. From what Stray could tell, Cain was not taking this entire situation serious enough. Cain probably just sees this place as a 'day camp' for grown ups or something on that line. Honestly Cain wasn't that bad, he did as told would do as he was told, just Stray knew at night Cain was probably going to get into trouble. Gambling, women, booze. Stray turned his head when he heard someone cry out 'you sir, are a cad!'. Stray ran out of the stables to see what was going on. He saw some man, probably a noble by the way he dressed, touching Catherine's breasts. Stray shook his head but was thankful that Meinard was already on the scene. That was good. He turned to look at Cain and informed him that dinner was going to be shortly so they might as well start cleaning up.
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Miya
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Post by Miya on Jun 1, 2014 17:27:28 GMT
Who Am I Really? Markus found himself smiling at Henry as he continued to remind him that such secrets could have been disclosed to him. If that were the case, then Markus would have told Henry right away…However, he was certain that if Henry knew sooner what Markus really was then he wouldn’t have treated him the same. Friends or not, things were going to be different, and Markus understood that. It wasn’t a woman’s place to pretend to be a man, work in the imperial castle as a knight, and think she would be the head of her family. Even thinking about committing the acts that Markus did would have his closest friends turn on him. Which was what he truly feared, but Henry was at least too shocked now to even think about how everything the two did together weren’t two men bonding, but rather a woman befriending a man.
“Please don’t call me Estellé.” Markus spoke up after he took a few moments to think. “It’s not my name anymore anyways.” He added on in a softer tone before looking more carefully at Henry. “I value your friendship as well Henry. Out of all the acquaintances I had as a young teen, you were the only one that I could ever get along with.” He smirked before moving a hand through his hair, temporarily shifting his bangs out of the way. He wanted to believe Henry when he said that nothing would change between them, but Markus was already waiting for the moment when something was once natural between them became a conscious one. “I can always count on you.” He added before leaning over and moving his feet back into his boots.
“I’m feeling better now…And could always do for a run around the base. It’s gonna be hard pretending I don’t like it.” He said while dusting off the top part of his boots. “Care to take me for a run? Maybe afterwards we could spar a little. It’s been a rather long time since I’ve allowed you to have the upper hand in a sword fight.” He chuckled before standing up off the bed and reaching over to grab his jacket, unfolding it to shake out any dust that anded on it before slipping it on. “Of course, you’re the one in charge of my routines now. So, what shall we do first?” He asked while waiting for Henry to get into action. Lena Komarine Chaos said he wouldn’t have sex with Elizabeth, and the words calmed Lena down more as she stood there in his arms. She trusted Chaos’ words only because he was idiotic enough to follow them. He was a simple man, a man with no other attributes to him other than his appearance and quick emotional responses. He was normal, unlike Meinard who would need a stone thrown at his head to give her any sort of emotion other than annoyed and super annoyed. Today was certainly one of his super annoyed days, and Lena only wanted to throw the emotion right back at him. She was super annoyed with him too. He didn’t have any right to talk about another woman so much in front of her, and dammit he was fully aware of that. Their relationship, that was exclusively in her imagination, was a precious one where he treasured her opinions more than anything.
For another moment, Lena simmered with annoyance at her imaginary fiancé who wasn’t paying attention to her before Chaos’ words cut through the fantasy world. She looked up at him with a bemused smile at his suggestion of having sex now and later. She wasn’t sure about the later part, what with Meinard on the verge of going to war with the royals on base, but now was definitely a good time. She kissed him back when their lips touched, and sighed contently when his lips began trailing down her neck to her shoulder. He could always be a tender lover in bed, something she missed while she was being fondled by another Captain who was only interested in her body. She pulled slightly away from Chaos, looking him up in the eyes with a smile on her face before she raised a hand up and patted his cheek lightly. “You really should be more careful of who you kiss in public.” She chuckled before stepping and turning away from him to lead the way back to her room.
As part of their arrangement, Chaos was supposed to follow at a distance back to her bedroom to make it less obvious as to what was going on between them. Even though most of the base knew that Chaos was a frequent, and loyal, customer of her’s, Lena liked being at least slightly subtle as she walked into her bedroom/office and left the door open, which promptly closed once Chaos was inside followed by a click of the door locking. She moved on him at that point, kissing him eagerly while removing his jacket. “You don’t think that Elizabeth is prettier than me, do you?” She suddenly asked through kisses as the thought came to mind that Meinard might find himself attracted to the other woman more so than her.
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