The inspection went great! The only things that need to be replaced are the window glass in a couple places ^^ The contractor also gave us the OK to remodel the bathroom we wanted to redo. As long as nothing goes weird with the appraisal, it looks like we'll be moving forward with buying the house.
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Name: Taylor
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Age: Mid 20s
Relationship: Married (happily, I might add)
Time Zone: Arizona (we hate daylight savings, so it's MST year-round)
Writing History: I've been on a number of different roleplaying websites for over a decade and a half
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Format: 1x1s only. Maybe I'll try a group RP again someday, but I've never had one last longer than a few months
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Favorite Genres: Modern, Historical, Romance, Action/Adventure, Horror/Dark, Fantasy, Slice of Life, Dystopian, can be convinced to write some Sci-Fi
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Okay! And thanks! We're getting our appointments all out of the way today, so as long as we don't have to call any specialists, I'll probably start to have more time again after this ^^
Very ^^ It looks like the inspector will be meeting us at 11, and the contractor will be there at 12 (it's a little after 10:30 right now for reference), so I'll probably be back home and able to write in two hours or so.
Yeah, I'm excited to write when Jacob tells Atlas that Caspian is alive :)
Nice! I have to meet with the house inspector in two hours and also a general contractor at some point today, but I'm planning to work on some writing other than that
Nice! I have to meet with the house inspector in two hours and also a general contractor at some point today, but I'm planning to work on some writing other than that
We could go with the latter then! Gives me the chance to fill in what Jacob and Atlas do while Cas is in surgery
I figure I'll end up skipping ahead to when Cas wakes up after surgery at the hospital. Either that, or I'll write Jacob's POV while Cas is unconscious if you want to have Iris be interrogated pretty quickly after she's locked up. I could see Cas freaking out if he finds out they've been treating her like a PoW while he was under the knife.
This wasn’t going at all the way that Caspian had thought it would. Watching in horror as the soldiers restrained Iris, his mind felt like it was spinning as he raced to think of a way to get her away from them. He’d allowed her to come with him because he’d thought he could protect her from the military, but it was quickly becoming apparent that any authority he’d had had been rendered useless. If the men were obeying his father’s orders above his own, there was nothing he could do to change their minds, and he wasn’t in any condition to get up and stop them from taking her away by force.
Dismayed, he barely even registered that the ambulance hovercraft had landed near the base of the tower. He shifted to try to get up one more time, but Jacob placed a hand on his shoulder, the guard’s gentle pressure more than enough to prevent him from rising. Keeping the prince from straining his injuries, Jacob glanced down at him before lifting his gaze to meet the soldier’s thoughtfully. Atlas had been clear in his demand to capture any of the rebels who had been involved in the kidnapping, but there was nothing to be gained by killing the girl right away. She was a member of the Scourge and therefore a potentially valuable resource to the crown in the civil war.
His unreadable eyes drifted to her, deftly taking in the fear that was written on her face without empathizing with it. She may have looked like an innocent woman, but she was a rebel, so he didn’t trust her. “Take her to the penitentiary for now,” he said decisively. “I’ll alert His Majesty to her arrest, so he can assume responsibility after you lock her up.” He paused, considering something else before he added, “And give her something to drink.”
“Yes, sir,” the soldiers replied, turning to take her with them to the other side of the fence, where a car was waiting that they could use to transport her to the prison. As they walked away, Cas followed them with his eyes, trembling slightly with mounted frustration that he could do nothing to stop them from taking her away from him. He scarcely even had a voice left to call out after them. Instead, he turned his head toward Jacob with a desperate look in his eyes.
“Don’t let them kill her,” he pleaded hoarsely. “She’s the reason why I’m not dead.”
Jacob met his gaze and then looked away without a word, watching as the paramedics sprinted toward them from the aircraft. He was unable to make any promises as long as her fate laid in Atlas’s hands, so he concluded that it was better to say nothing at all.
Caspian understood his silence perfectly. His throat felt tight as he watched the soldiers disappear from his sight. Regret began to wash over him, and he closed his eyes, hating that he couldn’t protect her and that he couldn’t even summon the strength to tell her that he loved her one more time. He could do nothing but lay immobilized on the ground, drowning in his remorse and pain until the medical workers reached his side.
Jacob rose to his feet and stepped aside while they set out a stretcher and carefully lifted the prince up to place on the mobile surface. The sensation of being jostled around by more hands made Cas grit his teeth, and a low moan escaped his throat. He felt a little nauseated too, but with nothing in his stomach, he couldn’t have brought himself to vomit even if he became sick.
“He needs to be sedated,” one of the paramedics said as they carted him off to the waiting ambulance. “Have the isoflurane prepared right away.”
“On it,” another paramedic replied.
Cas was distantly aware of what was happening as they brought him on board the hovercraft, but he was too disoriented to pay full attention. He saw that Jacob had come with him when he opened his eyes at one point. Then the feeling of a heavy mask proceeded, covering his mouth and nose. Wearily, he opened his eyes again to see a red-haired woman standing over him inside the vehicle, and he heard the sound of hissing gas. The combination of foreign sensations stressed him inwardly, and he tried to shift on the gurney.
“It’s alright, Your Highness,” the woman assured him soothingly, resting a latex gloved hand on his shoulder. “Just relax and sleep now.”
Cas furrowed his brows, wanting to tell her that he couldn’t relax yet—that there was something that he was still worried about. However, as the anesthetic flowed through the mask and filled his lungs, he found it harder and harder to remember what he was concerned about. His eyelids drooped heavily, and his head lolled. The sounds of voices around him faded into a monotonous hum as he succumbed to the drug and faded into darkness.
Dismayed, he barely even registered that the ambulance hovercraft had landed near the base of the tower. He shifted to try to get up one more time, but Jacob placed a hand on his shoulder, the guard’s gentle pressure more than enough to prevent him from rising. Keeping the prince from straining his injuries, Jacob glanced down at him before lifting his gaze to meet the soldier’s thoughtfully. Atlas had been clear in his demand to capture any of the rebels who had been involved in the kidnapping, but there was nothing to be gained by killing the girl right away. She was a member of the Scourge and therefore a potentially valuable resource to the crown in the civil war.
His unreadable eyes drifted to her, deftly taking in the fear that was written on her face without empathizing with it. She may have looked like an innocent woman, but she was a rebel, so he didn’t trust her. “Take her to the penitentiary for now,” he said decisively. “I’ll alert His Majesty to her arrest, so he can assume responsibility after you lock her up.” He paused, considering something else before he added, “And give her something to drink.”
“Yes, sir,” the soldiers replied, turning to take her with them to the other side of the fence, where a car was waiting that they could use to transport her to the prison. As they walked away, Cas followed them with his eyes, trembling slightly with mounted frustration that he could do nothing to stop them from taking her away from him. He scarcely even had a voice left to call out after them. Instead, he turned his head toward Jacob with a desperate look in his eyes.
“Don’t let them kill her,” he pleaded hoarsely. “She’s the reason why I’m not dead.”
Jacob met his gaze and then looked away without a word, watching as the paramedics sprinted toward them from the aircraft. He was unable to make any promises as long as her fate laid in Atlas’s hands, so he concluded that it was better to say nothing at all.
Caspian understood his silence perfectly. His throat felt tight as he watched the soldiers disappear from his sight. Regret began to wash over him, and he closed his eyes, hating that he couldn’t protect her and that he couldn’t even summon the strength to tell her that he loved her one more time. He could do nothing but lay immobilized on the ground, drowning in his remorse and pain until the medical workers reached his side.
Jacob rose to his feet and stepped aside while they set out a stretcher and carefully lifted the prince up to place on the mobile surface. The sensation of being jostled around by more hands made Cas grit his teeth, and a low moan escaped his throat. He felt a little nauseated too, but with nothing in his stomach, he couldn’t have brought himself to vomit even if he became sick.
“He needs to be sedated,” one of the paramedics said as they carted him off to the waiting ambulance. “Have the isoflurane prepared right away.”
“On it,” another paramedic replied.
Cas was distantly aware of what was happening as they brought him on board the hovercraft, but he was too disoriented to pay full attention. He saw that Jacob had come with him when he opened his eyes at one point. Then the feeling of a heavy mask proceeded, covering his mouth and nose. Wearily, he opened his eyes again to see a red-haired woman standing over him inside the vehicle, and he heard the sound of hissing gas. The combination of foreign sensations stressed him inwardly, and he tried to shift on the gurney.
“It’s alright, Your Highness,” the woman assured him soothingly, resting a latex gloved hand on his shoulder. “Just relax and sleep now.”
Cas furrowed his brows, wanting to tell her that he couldn’t relax yet—that there was something that he was still worried about. However, as the anesthetic flowed through the mask and filled his lungs, he found it harder and harder to remember what he was concerned about. His eyelids drooped heavily, and his head lolled. The sounds of voices around him faded into a monotonous hum as he succumbed to the drug and faded into darkness.
Definitely. Every time they think they're free, something else goes wrong
Upon hearing the rough voice of a soldier, Cas tilted his head just enough to watch the team charge toward them with their weapons drawn. They looked hostile, but at least they were coming closer rather than firing at them right away. He also recognized one of the men: Jacob, the head of the royal family’s security. The sight of a familiar face was shockingly relieving to him. It was a guarantee that he would be recognized and that they were finally safe from their enemies. They finally had skilled guards to protect them from the rebellion and bring them into the sanctuary that was the capital.
However, his initial relief was dampened when one of the men planted his feet and fixed his weapon on Iris, apparently pegging her as an enemy. Why? He wondered dazedly. She helped me get here… She isn’t an enemy. He wanted to call out to them that she was on their side, but before he could, a shadow fell across his head as Jacob knelt down next to him. The guard had a concerned expression on his face as he looked over his broken body, his features laced with curiosity as well. He wanted to know who had left his future king in such a state, but there was no time for questions. Getting answers would have to wait until after he was given medical attention.
“I already sent for an ambulance, Your Highness,” Jacob informed him. “It should be here within the next few minutes. Just try to stay awake until it arrives.”
Cas ignored him, his dull eyes fixed on the soldier who was pointing a gun at Iris. Before now, he’d desperately wanted to receive treatment for his various injuries, but he was more concerned with making sure she made it out of this alive too. She’d come all this way to make sure he got home, and he wasn’t going to let them kill her for her efforts. Taking as deep of a breath as he could manage, he forced himself to rasp a command, “Lower your gun! She’s with me—” He couldn’t say more before pain wracked him chest, and he groaned.
Jacob frowned, his eyes flicking to the shirt that covered the prince’s torso. He couldn’t see the injury there, but he suspected there was one if he couldn’t even talk. “Your Highness, I would suggest you stay quiet, so you don’t worsen your condition.”
Cas glanced up at him, panting tiredly, “Not unless… Not until I know she’ll be taken care of.” He tried to gather enough breath to go on. “She saved me… I want her taken to my home to rest while I’m at the hospital.” He squeezed his eyes shut as a deep ache resonated in his body, unable to speak again until it passed. “Have someone take her there… when the ambulance arrives.”
Jacob studied him contemplatively. Under different circumstances, he might have followed the order. If the girl had in fact saved his life, then it was worth hearing her out. However, he couldn’t do it this time. Unbeknownst to the wounded royal, his father had already given a far different order that superseded the word of a prince, and he was obligated to follow through with it. “I’m sorry, Your Highness,” he bowed his head respectfully. “But I can’t. His Majesty issued a warrant for the arrest of every rebel involved in your abduction, and security footage shows that she was there that night.”
Cas’s eyes widened at the revelation. He’d thought that the military would listen to him when he arrived because he had so much authority, but he couldn’t override his own father’s wishes. “No, she’s not—” he scrambled to defend her, only to bite his tongue as pain coursed through him again. Helpless, he could do nothing but watch as the guard turned to the remaining freestanding soldier and commanded him to restrain Iris before she could get away. As much as he wanted to leap up and stop them from arresting her, he couldn’t move or speak anymore.
While the other two men dealt with the rebel, Jacob lifted his gaze to the sky as the sound of an aircraft filled the air. The ambulance had arrived. “Just lie still,” he told Caspian firmly but gently. “You’ll be alright soon.”
However, his initial relief was dampened when one of the men planted his feet and fixed his weapon on Iris, apparently pegging her as an enemy. Why? He wondered dazedly. She helped me get here… She isn’t an enemy. He wanted to call out to them that she was on their side, but before he could, a shadow fell across his head as Jacob knelt down next to him. The guard had a concerned expression on his face as he looked over his broken body, his features laced with curiosity as well. He wanted to know who had left his future king in such a state, but there was no time for questions. Getting answers would have to wait until after he was given medical attention.
“I already sent for an ambulance, Your Highness,” Jacob informed him. “It should be here within the next few minutes. Just try to stay awake until it arrives.”
Cas ignored him, his dull eyes fixed on the soldier who was pointing a gun at Iris. Before now, he’d desperately wanted to receive treatment for his various injuries, but he was more concerned with making sure she made it out of this alive too. She’d come all this way to make sure he got home, and he wasn’t going to let them kill her for her efforts. Taking as deep of a breath as he could manage, he forced himself to rasp a command, “Lower your gun! She’s with me—” He couldn’t say more before pain wracked him chest, and he groaned.
Jacob frowned, his eyes flicking to the shirt that covered the prince’s torso. He couldn’t see the injury there, but he suspected there was one if he couldn’t even talk. “Your Highness, I would suggest you stay quiet, so you don’t worsen your condition.”
Cas glanced up at him, panting tiredly, “Not unless… Not until I know she’ll be taken care of.” He tried to gather enough breath to go on. “She saved me… I want her taken to my home to rest while I’m at the hospital.” He squeezed his eyes shut as a deep ache resonated in his body, unable to speak again until it passed. “Have someone take her there… when the ambulance arrives.”
Jacob studied him contemplatively. Under different circumstances, he might have followed the order. If the girl had in fact saved his life, then it was worth hearing her out. However, he couldn’t do it this time. Unbeknownst to the wounded royal, his father had already given a far different order that superseded the word of a prince, and he was obligated to follow through with it. “I’m sorry, Your Highness,” he bowed his head respectfully. “But I can’t. His Majesty issued a warrant for the arrest of every rebel involved in your abduction, and security footage shows that she was there that night.”
Cas’s eyes widened at the revelation. He’d thought that the military would listen to him when he arrived because he had so much authority, but he couldn’t override his own father’s wishes. “No, she’s not—” he scrambled to defend her, only to bite his tongue as pain coursed through him again. Helpless, he could do nothing but watch as the guard turned to the remaining freestanding soldier and commanded him to restrain Iris before she could get away. As much as he wanted to leap up and stop them from arresting her, he couldn’t move or speak anymore.
While the other two men dealt with the rebel, Jacob lifted his gaze to the sky as the sound of an aircraft filled the air. The ambulance had arrived. “Just lie still,” he told Caspian firmly but gently. “You’ll be alright soon.”
Thanks! I'm proud of it cx I'm not used to writing more than one character at a time, so it was fun to experiment with bouncing between Caspian and Jacob
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