I just want to point out, that the interactions between Lethonal@cubix and Alistair are amazing! I find it so unimaginably heart warming for some reason! I think both him and me are really doing a good job to show off a loving brotherly relationship! x333 it's cute!
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The mere moment Lethonel fell, Alistair's heart almost stopped in shock, he knew his younger brother wasn't the healthiest, and as such, was always on the alert for just when these things take place. To see his younger brother, a brother he loved very much collapse into a coughing mess scared him. Alistair had hurried back to his side in a split nanosecond, kneeling down instantaneously to assist him, he wasn't just going to stand by and let his brother face his illness by himself, that wouldn't be the humane thing to do, he needed to make sure he was safe.
"Easy brother...! Do not overexert yourself..."
His hands gently grasped as Lethonal's waist when he spoke, hoping his younger brother was fine. Sure, his brother had these moments many times, but even so, even if he were alright, that didn't stop Alistair from taking every precaution imaginable, just to be on the safe side, sure, Alistair may display himself as cold to his soldiers and others, but to his family? His sister, his brother, mother and father? They were the only people he would ever let see his kinder, more gentle side.
"I... apologize..."
"You shall not..." Alistair retorted in an instant, there was no need for him to apologize for something out of his control, and Alistair, no matter how many times his younger brother says "I'm sorry", Alistair will always be there to correct him, that his illness is not his to apologize for. Alistair gave a small helping hand, but let his younger brother do most of the work getting up onto his feet, after all, he had to stand on his own two legs, and show his own strength.
"I've told you time and time again, you have nothing to apologize for, you are a strong man, who can do many great things even in this condition..."
Letting his hands go of his brother, he watched as Lethonal stood up perfectly, a sigh of relief escaping mentally through his mind, feeling better as a result, though when the Servants approached Alistair's expression sharpened into an almost malevolent glare, a sure sign for the servants to cease their motions and stay back to let his brother take care of himself, though he ceased his glare when the prince spoke to defend himself, and nodded, agreeing with Lethonal's statement, he walked beside his brother once more, smiling as he took the time to take in the wonderful architecture of the castle, he always enjoyed watching his younger brother act pensive, and always tried to think about what he was thinking... Never the less, they arrived at their destination.
Walking into the dining hall, the older brother noticed their sister was nowhere in sight, deciding to take this moment to jest once more with his brother.
"Aaaah, perhaps the cheese has turned her into a mouse, and she's scurried off to conceal herself away from our sights, brother...?" he smirked slyly, before resting his back against the wall, with his brother shortly ahead of him.
"You think that father and mother will be available for us to be able to dine together? Usually, one of them is busy... or one of us. This is the first time in months since we last saw each other in the same room, Alistair. I would hate to miss this."
Alistair thought about it for a second, it was true that it indeed had been months since the whole family has been around the table for supper, a rare sight indeed, though he wished for the whole family to be together here too, a nice quiet morning together would be the perfect start to the day, and a joy before his meeting with father later on...
"As would I brother" He spoke when his younger brother expressed himself about hating to miss a morning with the whole family. "Though i'm sure our Lady Mother and Great Father will arrive in due time... As will our ... little mouse." He finished with a smile, his hand clasped onto a small pouch on his hip.
"However... On the chance our lovely sibling and parents are not all here together at once... Perhaps this will cheer you, brother."
Pushing himself off the wall, Alistair placed a small silk pouch, about the size of a hand into Lethonal's own, a sweetly scent escaping from behind the fabric, some form of sweet treat it seemed! All for him!
"I know how much you love your... Confections, though do be good and hide it for after breakfast, last thing I would need is a scolding from our loved ones...!" He spoke kindly, signaling his brother to hide the sweet food pouch.
"Easy brother...! Do not overexert yourself..."
His hands gently grasped as Lethonal's waist when he spoke, hoping his younger brother was fine. Sure, his brother had these moments many times, but even so, even if he were alright, that didn't stop Alistair from taking every precaution imaginable, just to be on the safe side, sure, Alistair may display himself as cold to his soldiers and others, but to his family? His sister, his brother, mother and father? They were the only people he would ever let see his kinder, more gentle side.
"I... apologize..."
"You shall not..." Alistair retorted in an instant, there was no need for him to apologize for something out of his control, and Alistair, no matter how many times his younger brother says "I'm sorry", Alistair will always be there to correct him, that his illness is not his to apologize for. Alistair gave a small helping hand, but let his younger brother do most of the work getting up onto his feet, after all, he had to stand on his own two legs, and show his own strength.
"I've told you time and time again, you have nothing to apologize for, you are a strong man, who can do many great things even in this condition..."
Letting his hands go of his brother, he watched as Lethonal stood up perfectly, a sigh of relief escaping mentally through his mind, feeling better as a result, though when the Servants approached Alistair's expression sharpened into an almost malevolent glare, a sure sign for the servants to cease their motions and stay back to let his brother take care of himself, though he ceased his glare when the prince spoke to defend himself, and nodded, agreeing with Lethonal's statement, he walked beside his brother once more, smiling as he took the time to take in the wonderful architecture of the castle, he always enjoyed watching his younger brother act pensive, and always tried to think about what he was thinking... Never the less, they arrived at their destination.
Walking into the dining hall, the older brother noticed their sister was nowhere in sight, deciding to take this moment to jest once more with his brother.
"Aaaah, perhaps the cheese has turned her into a mouse, and she's scurried off to conceal herself away from our sights, brother...?" he smirked slyly, before resting his back against the wall, with his brother shortly ahead of him.
"You think that father and mother will be available for us to be able to dine together? Usually, one of them is busy... or one of us. This is the first time in months since we last saw each other in the same room, Alistair. I would hate to miss this."
Alistair thought about it for a second, it was true that it indeed had been months since the whole family has been around the table for supper, a rare sight indeed, though he wished for the whole family to be together here too, a nice quiet morning together would be the perfect start to the day, and a joy before his meeting with father later on...
"As would I brother" He spoke when his younger brother expressed himself about hating to miss a morning with the whole family. "Though i'm sure our Lady Mother and Great Father will arrive in due time... As will our ... little mouse." He finished with a smile, his hand clasped onto a small pouch on his hip.
"However... On the chance our lovely sibling and parents are not all here together at once... Perhaps this will cheer you, brother."
Pushing himself off the wall, Alistair placed a small silk pouch, about the size of a hand into Lethonal's own, a sweetly scent escaping from behind the fabric, some form of sweet treat it seemed! All for him!
"I know how much you love your... Confections, though do be good and hide it for after breakfast, last thing I would need is a scolding from our loved ones...!" He spoke kindly, signaling his brother to hide the sweet food pouch.
Watching Prue take care of the enemies Eminence asked for her to handle was like watching wind firing through the air, almost untraceable from the way she flipped and stabbed, like some form of deadly butterfly with a vengeance, that just so happened to shoot fire! It must have been her semblance, as Eminence had seen her use those black flames before, no flames he's every seen from any normal individual, he found the semblance impressive!
It was then she shot ahead to take care of the beowolfs, relieved that she could offer him a chance to recover his stamina, using such a large sword plus his semblance so quickly took a toll on his energy, and she offered him the chance to get a breath, so that he could jump back into the fray. Watching her transform her weapon into so many different styles made him a little jealous, wondering if she made the weapon herself, and if so, how she managed to do it! Eminence sure enough made his own weapon, after his late mother, but it wasn't as versatile as hers were! With little issue Prue had already eliminated enough Beowolfs to make the final motions easier for him, having recovered enough stamina to finish the job, and on her command, Eminence rushed ahead, no need to say anything else.
With two beowolfs being pelted rather horrifically by the burning limbs of its comrade, Eminence made sure to use the distraction to quickly run around and flank one of the beowolfs from behind, with a loud grunt he performed a rising upward slash, from between the legs of the first beowolf, allowing the blade's high frequency vibrations to activate, allowing it to shred through the beowolf with ease, like a knife through butter, like a thousand slashes, all it took was to motion the blade upward to completely severe the beowolf in half, separating it right infront of the last Grimm, though not giving the Grimm a chance to fight back, using one half of the dead beowolf as cover, eminence kicked the half of the Grimm into the other to make it lightly stagger, which granted Eminence the time he needed to leap up off the ground, and drive his Zweihander straight through the Grimms face, the size of his sword allowing him to pin the Grimm down, and absolutely destroy its facial features in one motion, destroying the final grimm assaulting both him and Prue@Onewayout.
Eminence quickly yanked the heavy blade out from the face of the now destroyed Beowolf, before stabbing it lightly into the dirt beside it. Taking a black cloth from within his pocket using his right hand, Eminence ran it up and down along the large blade, to wipe the Grimm's blood off the surface.
"You were amazing, Prue!" Eminence complimented, giving the Faunus a smile. "I don't think I need to be reminded not to anger you! I'd rather not end up on a side of Beowolf steak...!" He finished in jest, before completing his blood wipe, returning the blade back into the metal sheath on his back.
"But I think we'll make a great team! Did you make that weapon yourself?"
It was then she shot ahead to take care of the beowolfs, relieved that she could offer him a chance to recover his stamina, using such a large sword plus his semblance so quickly took a toll on his energy, and she offered him the chance to get a breath, so that he could jump back into the fray. Watching her transform her weapon into so many different styles made him a little jealous, wondering if she made the weapon herself, and if so, how she managed to do it! Eminence sure enough made his own weapon, after his late mother, but it wasn't as versatile as hers were! With little issue Prue had already eliminated enough Beowolfs to make the final motions easier for him, having recovered enough stamina to finish the job, and on her command, Eminence rushed ahead, no need to say anything else.
With two beowolfs being pelted rather horrifically by the burning limbs of its comrade, Eminence made sure to use the distraction to quickly run around and flank one of the beowolfs from behind, with a loud grunt he performed a rising upward slash, from between the legs of the first beowolf, allowing the blade's high frequency vibrations to activate, allowing it to shred through the beowolf with ease, like a knife through butter, like a thousand slashes, all it took was to motion the blade upward to completely severe the beowolf in half, separating it right infront of the last Grimm, though not giving the Grimm a chance to fight back, using one half of the dead beowolf as cover, eminence kicked the half of the Grimm into the other to make it lightly stagger, which granted Eminence the time he needed to leap up off the ground, and drive his Zweihander straight through the Grimms face, the size of his sword allowing him to pin the Grimm down, and absolutely destroy its facial features in one motion, destroying the final grimm assaulting both him and Prue@Onewayout.
Eminence quickly yanked the heavy blade out from the face of the now destroyed Beowolf, before stabbing it lightly into the dirt beside it. Taking a black cloth from within his pocket using his right hand, Eminence ran it up and down along the large blade, to wipe the Grimm's blood off the surface.
"You were amazing, Prue!" Eminence complimented, giving the Faunus a smile. "I don't think I need to be reminded not to anger you! I'd rather not end up on a side of Beowolf steak...!" He finished in jest, before completing his blood wipe, returning the blade back into the metal sheath on his back.
"But I think we'll make a great team! Did you make that weapon yourself?"
@Absolis HOW FUCK DARE YOU U WANNA FITE BRO DO YOU EVEN LIFT PLEB U MAD
Shin decided to sit down and watch this fight with popcorn on hand, nonchalantly.
@Cultural titan @Cubix @Cuccoruler
"As you wish" Alistair accepted, giving his father another small smile before the door to Lethonel's room swung open, and out came the youngest prince as polite as ever, bowing in respect, it was only right that Alistair did the same, bowing to his little brother with the same respect he was sharing to him, it was only fair in Alistair's eyes.
Hearing these words from his brother just as he revealed the stack of parchments made him happy, his selfless kindness always was a loving quality of his, something Alistair has told him many times before. The intelligence he possessed at such a young age was undoubtfully impressive, and at times, though he never showed it, has been somewhat envious of that intellect, though in a respectful, proud way. One brother handles the blade, and the other handles the pen, a good ying yang, opposites attract, and are stronger because of this, atleast, that's what Alistair likes to think.
"I can never beat your zeal for service, brother. I could only dream to attaining the same glory as you."
Alistair lightly shook his head in disapproval of his statement, he didn't appreciate being glorified in such a way, in fact it actually made his skin crawl. He knew many people would revere him should he end up becoming king, however that didn't stop him from disliking his brother's glorification, as if he thought that his bigger brother was better than him.
"Please, there's no need to praise me so needlessly, brother. You are talented in ways that even i'm jealous of, never forget these wise words... Whilst the sword can be the instrument to finish a long bloody war, the pen can end it before it even begins."
Resting a hand ontop of Lethonel's head, he gently rustled his hair, smirking at his younger brother, hoping his words would help give him the boost of confidence he needed, though it was then that father had put his arm around both him and his younger brothers necks rather nonchalantly, Alistair slowly arching his back down to make it easier for him.
"I'll tell you all the details later though. For now we should eat. Catch up with your sister and I'll go get Lucinda. It has been too long since we all ate together."
"Very well father... Come brother, less sister snatches all the cheese...!" Alistair said with relaxed casualness, his expression gentle and loving before Alistair slowly stood upright, the eldest son approached the dining hall, hands behind his waist once more, hoping his brother would follow him into the dining hall where their sister was located.
"I appreciate your concern," the king replied honeslty, "but I do believe we have a few hours to center ourselves before that" Sariel said with a smile.
"As you wish" Alistair accepted, giving his father another small smile before the door to Lethonel's room swung open, and out came the youngest prince as polite as ever, bowing in respect, it was only right that Alistair did the same, bowing to his little brother with the same respect he was sharing to him, it was only fair in Alistair's eyes.
"Pardon my tardiness. I have been sleeping irregularly as of late."
Hearing these words from his brother just as he revealed the stack of parchments made him happy, his selfless kindness always was a loving quality of his, something Alistair has told him many times before. The intelligence he possessed at such a young age was undoubtfully impressive, and at times, though he never showed it, has been somewhat envious of that intellect, though in a respectful, proud way. One brother handles the blade, and the other handles the pen, a good ying yang, opposites attract, and are stronger because of this, atleast, that's what Alistair likes to think.
"I can never beat your zeal for service, brother. I could only dream to attaining the same glory as you."
Alistair lightly shook his head in disapproval of his statement, he didn't appreciate being glorified in such a way, in fact it actually made his skin crawl. He knew many people would revere him should he end up becoming king, however that didn't stop him from disliking his brother's glorification, as if he thought that his bigger brother was better than him.
"Please, there's no need to praise me so needlessly, brother. You are talented in ways that even i'm jealous of, never forget these wise words... Whilst the sword can be the instrument to finish a long bloody war, the pen can end it before it even begins."
Resting a hand ontop of Lethonel's head, he gently rustled his hair, smirking at his younger brother, hoping his words would help give him the boost of confidence he needed, though it was then that father had put his arm around both him and his younger brothers necks rather nonchalantly, Alistair slowly arching his back down to make it easier for him.
"I'll tell you all the details later though. For now we should eat. Catch up with your sister and I'll go get Lucinda. It has been too long since we all ate together."
"Very well father... Come brother, less sister snatches all the cheese...!" Alistair said with relaxed casualness, his expression gentle and loving before Alistair slowly stood upright, the eldest son approached the dining hall, hands behind his waist once more, hoping his brother would follow him into the dining hall where their sister was located.
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I agree with the point he (Tyki) is trying to make.
Writing the character in IC is waaaayy more useful and better for exploring a character.
It is, but then why have a BIO section to begin with?
@The_written_John
you call him a bland character without interacting him. you call him op in the face of both the god emperor (someone that could legitimately turn you into a fully functioning, living dickbutt, and saitama
They aren't even in the rp anymore... I think?
-snip-
Now that's a badass character!
@The_written_John
The difference between writing useless information that can just be left out due to lack of neccessity versus writing for an rp post is that i enjoy writing the useless detail for rping. Also, if you'd kindly stop using gifs it'd be much appreciated. It's starting to get rather annoying, and if you respond with a wall of gifs i'm going to start ignoring you.
Sorry, just find it funny, i'll stop talking to you now though :p
@The_written_John
Mkay. fine with me. too lazy to write it all down, cause i have none of this shit written down... all head cannon...
If your too lazy to write, why join an rp that requires WRITING?
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