Sightles

Walking Dead Roleplay

Amazing! Alright, I'm going to probably wait for about one or two more people before starting up. :D

When the Flames Die

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When the Flames Die

Thomas stepped into the room, locking the door with a key as he did so, which then promptly hid amongst his clothes, with his back to Lexine. The room held a small table, with two chairs, along with a smaller table with a pitcher and three glasses. Along with a comfy couch situated in the corner of the room, "Well, so why don't you just give me the basics of what your real intentions are." Thomas said, still holding his same soft smile. Thomas did not take a seat, and instead opted to stand next to the table, near Lexine, with one hand on the table. Thomas was sure the girl was still armed, it would be stupid of her to completely disarm herself in this situation, just as it would be for Thomas to completely disarm himself, "And let's try to be completely honest, shall we?" Thomas added, with a slight smirk, as he remained standing. He didn't trust the girl, and knew she would no doubt try to lie her way out of the situation, but Thomas had all day to question her, and had the patient to wait for her to decide to talk.

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Thomas watched on as many of the guests, including nearly every knight of the Order of the Thistle fixed their eyes on the king. In a moment, Thomas released one of Lexine's hand, and held her other in his hand, leading her on. The way he led, anyone that wasn't paying attention to the King, would simply assume that Thomas and Lexine were friends, or lovers, and were simply leaving the party. Entering the Palace without Order knights seeing either one of them was easy, as nearly everything was focused on the King. After entering the Palace, Thomas released Lexine's hand, gave her a moment's look, before keeping on with his pace. Eventually, they arrived to a large metal door, with many braces. Thomas unlocked the door to the closed off room, then undid his belt, placing it outside the door to the side, "Your weapons, too, please." Thomas asked, with a soft smile on his face, "I appreciate you coming to talk to me, and I appreciate your trust." Thomas added, holding his soft smile, as he awaited Lexine to enter the empty room.

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"No, Miss Lexine." Thomas replied, his grip still tightening, "I expect you come along with me to the interrogation room. If you do, I swear on every God on this continent, you won't be held here against your will, and I will not alert the Order of the Thistle to my suspicion of you." Thomas began, his voice growing slightly more somber, and darker, "Right now, I have every right as a King's knight to arrest you, on multiple accounts, actually." Thomas added, trying to level with the girl about how dangerous her situation was, "I just want to know what is happening. You don't have to tell me everything, but it's not safe for us here." Thomas finished, as he continued to lead the dance. Thomas had no idea who had already heard their conversation, and it'd be much better to talk in private, where no one would be able to bother them, "You wouldn't be armed right now, unless you knew how to use those weapons. I'll even disarm myself, if you do the same." Thomas added in, trying to reassure Lexine that all he wanted was knowledge, and had no intention of arresting Lexine, or alerting his fellow knights.

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Thomas serious demeanor faded, and was replaced by a smile that looked less than genuine, "You know, you make a much better politician than bodyguard. You're better at lying than half the courtiers here." Thomas said, his smile turning into a fairly cocky smirk. Something about the smirk gave Thomas' visage a certain edge to his demeanor, something that made him seem dangerous, and off-putting. Thomas did not appreciate the situation. A bodyguard who seemed more interested in telling people that she lost her charge, rather than looking for him. Coming to a party armed, which was not allowed, even though her charge was nowhere to be seen, which did not warrant her being armed, and coming to the party in the first place when her charge was missing. Thomas had doubted Karl's intentions the first day he had walked into the courtyard. There was no reason why Karl had came for the coronation. He had not came to Aripert's, and he had only worked for Arduin, "I have a feeling we're getting ready to have a lot of misunderstandings soon, if you don't come clean, a little," Thomas spoke, his hands slightly tightening on Lexine's, not enough to hurt her, but a precaution to make sure she didn't bolt, even though Thomas doubted she would, "Ma'am." Thomas added, as an after-thought formality.

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When the Flames Die

"Bard II does things on his own time, when he deems fit." Thomas answer, rather in a huff. In the short period of service to Bard II, Thomas had learned the man was still learning to keep on time with things, and seemed to always move at his own pace. Quite the difference between Aripert, who moved at a lightning pace, and Arduin who moved at such a weird pace that no one could follow. Thomas simply chalked it up to Bard II still trying to learn how to be a king, "The king is always in safe hands, however. Wherever he goes, two Order of the Thistle knights follow him. We have to run the tightest security here for Bard II." Thomas said, referring to how precious Bard's life was to the realm. Suddenly, as if a surge of energy had taken Thomas, he preformed a rather fast underarm turn on Lexine, nearly perfectly, before resuming their normal dancing pattern. "For a person who has been a bodyguard for a while, it seems, you pick up on courtly dancing fairly fast." Thomas said, with a small smirk, "Maybe you belong in court along with the politicians more than with bodyguards." Thomas added, his tone growing slightly serious.

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Thomas' head tilted slightly, as he pondered the question, but kept up with leading the pair in the dance, "I suppose not, but it was fairly odd to seem him in Mullen with guards. I would think a place he was comfortable in would ease him." Thomas began, as he duo's dance continued on, "I also didn't take Karl Lied as the type of man to take things seriously enough to warrant protection. Karl is a very easy-going man, at least when I knew him." Thomas added, as himself was sent into a brooding mood. His mood uplifted, though, once he came upon a realization, "However, Karl isn't the kind of man to make enemies. Karl isn't a particular threat to anyone in Mullen, nor is he a highly valuable target." Thomas said, injecting his own two cents. This kind of thinking, however, went against the way he taught by the Order of the Thistle, and Thomas knew something possibly wasn't right, "Perhaps he simply decided to attend a brothel for some nighttime fun, rather than attending the midnight feast." Thomas added, as he continued to ponder Karl's whereabouts.

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Thomas smiled as Lexine took his hand, her hand surprisingly rougher than Thomas imagined, but it was still unmistakeable a ladies hand, "Excellent, a lady should not spend her time distanced from the party." Thomas replied, with a grin. Thomas gently led the two of them to the dance floor, as he had been taught to. Once they reached the dance floor, Thomas took Lexine's other hand in his, and started the traditional ballroom-like dance that other guests were doing, and that was typical of courtly dances, "So, how did you come into service of the great and modest Karl Lied?" Thomas said with a slight smirk, as he led the dance. It was almost perfect textbook Keilaud courtly dancing, while impressive, it was rather bland compared to other courtly dances.