Pluto

The Sprawl

i'll see what i can do here in the next day or so. I'll try to find time on my trip next week too to be involved in the rp. Might have to hold off in involving my character until I get back. We shall see how the trip goes ;)

Secrets

Kat smiled at him as he spoke. "You're an idiot then." Then she rolled her eyes as he gave a grunt. She pushed her hair from her face then moved to help him get comfortable. "So you've been framed in other words. Though I'm not sure if I believe you." She stared at him accusingly, then suddenly shrugged. "Not like the royal family cares about a peasant like me, so what do I care? In fact you probably did us all a favour. She would have ended up just as twisted as the magicians that move the king like a puppet. If you've been gone for a bit you probably don't know but since the princess died all of her knights were slaughtered. Suppose that would make you the only one that lived. I always wondered if maybe one of you killed her to save her." She sat next to him now so he could lean against her. "She was supposed to be kind hearted. But I don't even remember it. No sense in dwelling on the past any ways."

"You plan on staying or do I have to go back to the boss empty handed?" She grinned, not giving him a chance to respond to her, "Oh yes I was sent here on purpose. Most people tend to make noise when someone like you comes around. Who knows maybe my boss knows who killed her or can help you figure it out." He could feel her fidgeting as he rested against her. Then she kicked out her legs and leaned back, closing her eyes. "Let me know when you're head stops spinning and we'll go out. There's a farm house not far that we can spend the night at. Then from there it's about a half days walk to our destination."

Secrets

"Kat," She whispered as well and moved to keep him from hitting his head. "You should rest for a moment, but please try to focus you hit your head." She looked him in the eyes and leaned in close. But it wasn't because she was trying to get close, it was rather cramped in here. "Look at me and talk to me ok?" He could see her better in the dim light now. She was young, at least by the look of her face. Her body said a fully grown woman but her face was still young. It was hard to judge her age. "Once the world stops spinning we will go but not until then." She put a hand on his shoulder, almost to comfort him. Then she pushed herself back to a sit so she huddled in the small space there was and watched him. "What's your name? Why are the kings men after you? Keep talking to me." She tilted her head as she spoke trying to get more comfortable.

They were alone but moving right now was probably a bad idea. A rain was starting to pick up but that would help hide them even more from anyone trying to find them and the men would then want to return to the palace not be out in their armor to rust.

Secrets

The sound of an arrow hit a tree. He had been found. Deep in the night hidden in darkness they were still able to find him. It was that damned mage, he could see everything in the darkness. Years had passed and still they hunted him for failing to defend the princess. Someone who had been held so high in respect to defend the princess was now considered scum of the earth. The kings ear bent to a man that had probably aided in her murder was leading the attack. But there was no proof, he couldn't bend the Kings ear back in his favour.

More arrows would follow if he didn't run. As he ran he could hear the hounds that hunted him. The yelling of the men and the galloping of horses growing closer. He had been lucky so many times to escape their hunt but this time it was seeming hopeless. Out of no where came a root and it tripped him, leaving him falling face first into the snow. The snow was soft but even now it didn't absorb the pain of the fall. Though he had plenty worse happen with many close calls, and it seemed now his luck hadn't given up on him yet. A hand grabbed the back of his his heavy cloak and yanked him down under the tree that had just tripped him, or maybe it had been a foot.

When he recovered and could see who was looking at him he saw a dirty faced woman. Her eyes were icy blue and her hair seemed to be brown, it was hard to tell. She was dirty and smelled of coal. She smiled at him though and rubbed her thumb on his forehead, her hand coming away smudged with blood, his blood. Then she put a finger to her lips and pulled him deeper under the tree. It was warm under here, he could feel straw under him. There was a dim light as well letting him see her before she turned and turned off the light. Her hand held his arm, seeming to let him know she was still there. Then he could hear the thundering of hooves and hounds running past. Before long the sound faded away into nothing, they had passed by and not noticed them hidden under the tree.

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The sound of an arrow hit a tree. He had been found. Deep in the night hidden in darkness they were still able to find him. It was that damned mage, he could see everything in the darkness. Years had passed and still they hunted him for failing to defend the princess. Someone who had been held so high in respect to defend the princess was now considered scum of the earth. The kings ear bent to a man that had probably aided in her murder was leading the attack. But there was no proof, he couldn't bend the Kings ear back in his favour.

More arrows would follow if he didn't run. As he ran he could hear the hounds that hunted him. The yelling of the men and the galloping of horses growing closer. He had been lucky so many times to escape their hunt but this time it was seeming hopeless. Out of no where came a root and it tripped him, leaving him falling face first into the snow. The snow was soft but even now it didn't absorb the pain of the fall. Though he had plenty worse happen with many close calls, and it seemed now his luck hadn't given up on him yet. A hand grabbed the back of his his heavy cloak and yanked him down under the tree that had just tripped him, or maybe it had been a foot.

When he recovered and could see who was looking at him he saw a dirty faced woman. Her eyes were icy blue and her hair seemed to be brown, it was hard to tell. She was dirty and smelled of coal. She smiled at him though and rubbed her thumb on his forehead, her hand coming away smudged with blood, his blood. Then she put a finger to her lips and pulled him deeper under the tree. It was warm under here, he could feel straw under him. There was a dim light as well letting him see her before she turned and turned off the light. Her hand held his arm, seeming to let him know she was still there. Then he could hear the thundering of hooves and hounds running past. Before long the sound faded away into nothing, they had passed by and not noticed them hidden under the tree.

Super-grungy cyberpunk

I'd be up for this ;) still planning a character. Might have to have some fun with this and discuss it in private :3

Demeritorious

Alaera did her own work. She started blaming her maids for making her feel sick. She would frequently throw tantrums and purposefully stopped her beauty regiment to make herself look ill. She was clever, finding new ways to blame her maids. A few simply vanished. Lex had never seen any bodies though, even though more than likely they were dead. But they had no family so no one would come looking. She was doing very well for herself. She was bringing in her own women now, women she could trust. She was even bringing her own doppelgänger in. But she wasn't here yet and that was becoming a problem.

She sat that night at the dinner table next to the king. She was forcing herself out for the funeral of the captain. She had done herself up with the aid of her new ladies. Of course now that she had replaced most of them she couldn't be as sick. An unfortunate matter. She could feel the king undressing her with his eyes and she cringed inside. She was running out of time. The hall had been open to everyone, servants and nobles. Nobles sat up on the upper level of the dinning hall and the servants and peasants down in the dirt bellow. Alaera's eyes drifted over the men bellow them, she sat only second to the king. She was in black today, but the red pendant around her neck sat between the curves of her chest. She let her eyes fall on Lex, careful not to smile as she made a sort of knowing look at him, catching his eyes before moving on to look at all of the men and women.

Before dinner was finished she was pulled away from the table by the king. The men laughed and raised their glasses to the king, knowing what would happen behind closed doors. Alaera looked over her shoulder as she was pulled away to Lex. But she looked confident before she vanished into the kings chambers. A sweet little maid approached Lex once Alaera had vanished. "M'lady asks for your presence in her chambers. She requests you bring her fresh blood." She whispered in his ear as if she was flirting with him. This maid was one of Alaera's, she was a very good actress.

In the kings chamber Alaera watched the king making out with a large pillow and tried not to laugh. Her focus had to remain as she weaved her spell. She made sure this ended quickly, spells like this were difficult and took too much concentration. When she was finished she left his chambers, slipping through the back tunnels. When she was but a few feet from her door she dropped to her knees. She gasped and held her chest. That spell had taken too much, she couldn't even reach her room. She felt her head spinning and her vision blurred. "Lex.." she whimpered and struggled for air, grabbing her pendants, she couldn't use magic to call for him.

Demeritorious

Alaera frowned just slightly as he pulled away. She knew he was right but she didn't like it. She reached out and squeezed his hand then let it go just as quickly. She was talking of something forbidden for everyone involved. Her eyes closed as she collected herself again. He could see a small tear just as she turned away. She may have been controlling him but she was just as bound. She dried her eyes on the back of her fingers and without looking at him she spoke. "Do what has to be done. I will buy myself as much time as I must from the king. I can not bring myself to have his child." Her stomach was turning at the thought. "I'd rather die." Those words came out abruptly and she covered her mouth as she spoke them. Then her hand moved to the pendant around her neck and she squeezed it.

"I know you're just as bound as me here." Her voice stayed barely above a whisper. "But you've seen what my father is capable of. We both fear him. I wouldn't put it past him to have someone here ready to kill us if we dare turn against him." She looked at him again, she was sad, and showing it. For once she was showing something she didn't show, in all the time she'd been here, all the time she prepared for this, he'd never seen her actually cry. Very quickly she stepped away and grabbed a tiny handkerchief using it to dab away the tears that made her make-up smear.

Demeritorious

Alaera waited patiently for the events to unfold. She looked at herself in the mirror, her soft skin almost flawless. Her lips thick and painted red. She was obsessed with how she looked. But she had secrets, her eyes hid them well but she knew deep down they were there. The king had come to visit her chambers before he had noticed the lack in his captain. She had faked being ill and was glad it had rid herself of him. She didn't love him and being forced into this situation made her hate him. She pulled a dagger from her hair that had been neatly hidden away. She frequently had several daggers on her, small ones but long enough to pierce a man's heart and sharp enough to slit his throat. She was an assassin herself after all, but she was playing a game with an entire kingdom not just a single man.

Just as her hair fell, uncurling from the tight style she had it in before she continued to watch herself in the mirror. She saw the slight shift in the curtains as the door opened to the hidden tunnels from her room. She rose and faced her assassin and smiled. "Hopefully that will keep him busy for a few nights." She spoke softly. Then she walked up to him and caressed his cheek. One of her secrets was him, she hadn't even told him, but it was growing and growing quickly. An attraction to a man she couldn't have, but she had spent her night thinking, debating. Her hand was soft, they weren't hands of a labourer. She stepped closer to him so he could feel her warm body close to his, then she tilted her head. "Lex, give me a child." She almost begged him, a show of her lack in control. Normally she was unshakable in her emotions even in the hate to her father and mother. But when she spoke with him, more and more frequently her real emotions showed. "Give me a child and we will claim it's the kings, I can not bare his child no matter the reason." She bit her lip as she looked him in the eyes before making the move of stealing that first kiss, a kiss she had never truly given willingly.

Demeritorious

Alaera thought carefully, a normal woman would frown but not her. "I'll do that for the first few nights. But I have a desire for that." She stopped looking up at a tree. "I will have to give him an heir, father wishes it." She released his arm, putting a hand over her stomach. "I have no desire to carry such blood in me." She said suddenly, coldly. Her eyes narrowed. "You carry a few features of the king. I didn't simply pick you for your skills." She smiled a little. Of course since she had known him she had been keeping secret of her attraction to him. She had been a princess after all though, she had known her role to wed someone she didn't like every moment of that day. Of course it wasn't hard to have a few features that matched the king, he was a simple looking man with no features that made him clearly stand out other than the crown that sat on his head.

She reached up and stole a touch of his cheek. She knew that it was a dangerous game to play but she also knew where the guards stood and when they were hidden. But there was always that chance. "Come to my private rooms through the back tunnels when you've killed a man for me. Think you could rid me of the captain tonight? He's made every effort to lay his hands on me and I'm tired of his fish eyes." There was venom on her tongue as she spoke, if she wasn't under a watchful eye frequently she would have killed the man herself.