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Post by Arabella Marat on Aug 22, 2009 6:59:40 GMT -8
Arabella walked around the corner, even her walk exuding the utmost of grace. Her dark curls were half up, pinned in the center behind her head. The champagne gown in which she moved was if flowing silk, covering every virtue on the lady's body, flowing majestically as she travled.
She was exploring the castle, something not many people or age tended to do. She, however, enjoyed finding secret things and prrivate rooms. She has a list, stashed in her dresser drawers, which has the locations of her secret rooms, in which she spent many a hour just hiding from the court life.
She turned the corner, and ran her hands along the next wall, looking for any form of door.
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Post by Malice Malkovitch on Aug 22, 2009 7:13:42 GMT -8
Malice was doing his routine checks of the castle, looking for demons that had gotten lost in the Labyrinth of a castle he had, since the only way to get here without the guards seeing them was to come through the demon gate under the castle. This was guarded by his creations.
But he was on the ground floor where the guards were thinnest, this was usually where he found “lost souls”, it was then he rounded the corner and came across a women wandering the halls of his castle…
”Can I help you with something? ” Malice asked coldly his voice echoing through the halls, he at once reached for and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword with his right hand and held his left hand on the elbow of his right arm.
He was obviously not pleased having someone else in his castle, it was already crowded enough with Juliet and her recent guest.
His eyes glinted in the candle light as he waited for an answer.
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Post by Arabella Marat on Aug 22, 2009 7:19:50 GMT -8
She knew his voice the moment he spoke. It was the King of Divinous, and he sounded angry. She turned to face him, a false grin streching her face. She took herself into a deep curtsy, the skirts of her gown surrounding her as she did. "My Lord." She said, her eyes locked on the floor, when she realized he had his hand on his sword. She shivered as she thought, feeling a tad nauteous.
"I apologize, am I some where I should not be?" She asked, never looking to his eyes.
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Post by Malice Malkovitch on Aug 22, 2009 7:39:06 GMT -8
He watched her as she turned and took on the false politeness everyone did. He had no idea who the hell she was or in that fact what the hell she was doing in his castle, it was not open to the public… although you would not have guessed over the past few days… he really needed to hurry up and find the guard replacements.
”Lets begin with my castle… Who are you, What are you and indeed why are you here” Malice was beginning to growl a little, he was sick and tiered of finding people in his castle to steal from him or attack him… they all ended up dead or worse anyway.
He caused the bone inside of him to wrap its self around his vital organs and re enforce the skin in the forearms, he was sure that she was not harmless, no one in the castle was. |
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Post by Arabella Marat on Aug 22, 2009 7:54:14 GMT -8
"Well, Your Grace." She took herself to her feet, her smile fading. He wasn't just royal, he was rude. If she had been a guest, which she was, then he had no sense of hospitality. But then again, he was the king. He, technically could do whatever he pleased. "I am.."SHe didn't know how he would react to having an angel, especially one as politioclly powered as she was. "I am Lady Isabella Marat, You're grace. I am..a friend of the angel king." She had no Idea what else to say, so she shyed away from his gaze trying to avert her own attention.
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Post by Malice Malkovitch on Aug 23, 2009 8:56:50 GMT -8
”That does not answer me what you are and why you are here.” He said venomously, she seamed to be taking offence… which was strange since she was trespassing in his house, with no invite or even an introduction.
He took the time after speaking to think over what she had said… a friend of the angel king… weren’t they all friends up there in la-la land, well no matter, he had dealt with these kind of people before, they assume political immunity in this troubled time, this was usually and unfortunately for them incorrect. In these troubled time there was almost no such thing.
He began to get rather agitated and so began to mentally communicate with the bones had had placed with in one of his creations and had it march up to where he was… it would take a while. |
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