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Post by mobsterlicous on Sept 5, 2012 13:44:10 GMT -5
Alexander picked up Ritta cradeling her. "Damn these Wind Calgors's." He ran down the flight of stairs quickly making sure that no one was there. "Just stay awake Ritta I'll get you out of here." Alex was within eye sight of the stables now. 'Were almost there just a few more yards.' He ran on quite feet to the stables quickly shutting the door behind them.
Maxmillian walked into the master chamber nodding his head in thanks. "You are most gracious Ninnatta.... these quarters are exquisite. You have my thanks from me and my councilors."
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Post by zombiekiller on Sept 5, 2012 18:19:14 GMT -5
Serena walked down the corridor trying to find Ninnatta. 'Damn these politicians.' She sighed as she finally found Ninnatta and the King in the master chamber. "King Maxmillian." She bowed and turned to Ninnatta. "You demanded my presence."
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 7, 2014 16:55:12 GMT -5
Mxmillian bowed to the head of the defense force. He then turned Ninnatta. "It appears you need a word with your guard, we may speak of further interactions of our two nations later if you are willing councilor." He bowed once again to Ninnatta this time before silently walking into his room. "May you two have a pleasant evening." Maximillian spoke with the utmost respect he could derive.
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 7, 2014 22:27:57 GMT -5
Ninnatta bowed as the king retired to his chambers. "All records on that prisoner." She demanded, an frozen sharpness in her voice. "Ms. Serena, I am to understand that man's past in it's entirety within the week, understood?" She didn't even offer the woman a passing glance as she walked down the corridor.
Irena remained in her submissive stance awaiting orders and the arrival of her second charge.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 7, 2014 23:08:05 GMT -5
Alexander gently placed Ritta down onto the ground. "Ritta can you hear me?...." He shook her softly. "Listen you need to stay awake. You might have suffered a concussion, if you pass out theres a very real chance that you might die." There was a sense of urgency in his voice as his mind raced as to how he could help her in such a state. "Just stay awake." He spoke softly hope dashing very quickly from him.
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Post by zombiekiller on Feb 7, 2014 23:42:05 GMT -5
Serena nodded as she walked away. "Right." She turned to Irena. "Irena I need you to find Damion and tell him to meet me in the barracks as soon as possible. He's most likely at the bar, so that would be the first place I would look for him." She turned and ran down the hallway to find the records she needed.
Miranda sat at the bar awaiting for her contact from this city to give her information about the whereabouts of the Prince. "This Alexander is going to be saving me a whole lot of trouble." She smiled as she downed her red drink and ordered another.
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 8, 2014 1:54:04 GMT -5
Irena imediately complied with the calgor's comand, heading to the hub of all information. the servent's mess. someone ther would know where he was.
Ritta sighed as the daft prince remaned in her room, foolishly fretting over such a petty beating. "Not stupid." She mumbled. "head wounds mean weeks of dizzy spells." I'll prolly be taken to mistress' lock up tomorro. she added silently. 'bet he'd faint at seeing what goes on in there.' she thought, scoffing weakly.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 8, 2014 2:24:32 GMT -5
Damion walked into the bar massaging his temples. "I hate these bureaucrats." He sighed as he walked up to the bar table ordering a drink. "Make it dry please." He told the bar tender not noticing the red head he had sat next to. "Still I wonder if that guy really did do what they accused him of." He wondered loudly.
Alexander was stunned to say the least. "Ritta you're seriously hurt... You need medical attention." He got up looking for anything to soak up some of the blood from her head wounds. "This will have to do." Alex found a rag next to a pale of water and gently dipped it in before applying it to Ritta's wounds. "There's no real way I can help you is there?" He knew if he helped it would only make things worse for her already horrible life.
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 8, 2014 2:51:50 GMT -5
Ritta, didn't know how to calm this man down in the least. she'd never had someone fret over her before and though she knew she had to stop him and make him go away she felt she'd regret his absence. "someone needs to report the prisoner's escape." was her chosen reply. She knew her wounds couldn't be tended. "If mistress finds out from a third party she will be very cross." Her voice was weak but even. She seemed resigned to the pain and was able to separate herself from it.
Irena held out her slave pass to the overseer at the entrance to the distract known to cater to the vices. Slaves and servants without orders were denied entrance as they had no such freedoms. She'd been directed to the bar her query frequented after asking the servants that tended to the protection detail's topmost members. She entered the pub and located the man immediately. She silently posted herself to his left and bowed. "Miss Serena wishes to see you." She uttered quietly and without influx.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 8, 2014 3:12:35 GMT -5
Alex nodded in acknowledgement. "That seems the logical thing to do." He couldn't help but feel for this defenseless girl laying before him. She was battered and beaten, and she seemed content with this. "I will find your.... mistress and tell her the news of the prisoner." Alex refused to call that woman by her name. He stood to leave. "No person deserves what has happened to you. I swear if I find a way to help you, I will." Alexander left to find the woman who his father came to speak with.
Damion took notice of the slave on his left. "Thank you Irene." He downed his drink before standing to leave. "What happened to getting some R&R after we killed that lunatic Jack." He murmured to himself as he raced to go find Serena. Damion slowly came back to the bar mere seconds after he left. "Yeah, probably should have asked where she wants to meet up shouldn't I?" He mentally slapped himself as he chuckled softly.
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 8, 2014 3:56:07 GMT -5
Irena scurried her way back to her proper post via the slave ways. She would be whipped if she was found away from the earthen royals, though she would have been whipped for disobeying a direct order as well.
Ritta was relieved the prince had finally left though she did feel a little regretful. she wanted to ask about his deprinthus. She also knew some of his points were valid and decided that though she was tired she couldn't sleep. To keep herself awake, she began to sing. Her voice weaving a gentle melancholy tune into the air.
“Oh, her father led her down the stair, Her mother combed her yellow hair. Her sister Ann led her to the cross, And her brother John set her on her horse. ‘Now you are high and I am low, Give me a kiss before ye go.’ She leaned down to give him a kiss, He gave her a deep wound and did not miss. And with a knife as sharp as a dart, Her brother stabbed her to the heart.”
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Post by zombiekiller on Feb 8, 2014 16:48:12 GMT -5
Serena sat in the darkened barracks looking through the documentation for the man Ninnatta asked for. "Let's see... caused a few issues with the local delegates a few years ago. Something to deal with radicals, and the protection of our city." She remembered the day. "He was demoted that day if I remember correctly." Serena scowled as she kept reading through the information. "He would be the one to pull off something like this." He quickly stood grabbing the documents. "Where the hell is Damion?!"
Miranda followed the man she had kissed earlier in the day. She pulled her cloak around her concealing her face and red hair. "I want two men to come to my location now." She whispered into her device on her wrist. "Gotta love human ingenuity." She smiled speaking to herself. "Just lead me right where I need to go." Miranda made sure to stay a safe distance from the man she was following so she would not be seen.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 8, 2014 18:32:47 GMT -5
Damion walked the halls absently searching for Serena. "She's probably in the barracks right now if anywhere." He turned a corner blindly as a solid force hit him dead in the chest. "Hey watch where you're going." He looked up finding the prince staring back at him. "Well if it isn't his princelyness." He stood up smirking. "It's not very noble to knock into a man without so much as an apology."
Alexander quickly stood glaring at the man he head met earlier the day before with Miss Black. "You were at fault fool. I'm looking for the councilor who my father came here to speak with. Where is she?" He didn't like this man very much.
Damion shrugged his shoulders and held his hands up. " You mean Ninnatta. How the hell am I supposed to know. Ask one of the slaves they probably know." He walked off waving him away. "Now if you excused me I have some very serious business to deal with Serena."
Alexander glared at the man and clenched his fist. The fact that "That man escaped from your incapable guards you fool." He turned and continued to run searching for that vile woman.
"What why didn't you tell me sooner." Damion turn and ran towards the barracks quickly reaching the entrance. He scanned the room finding Serena standing at a desk lit only by candle light. "Serena the prisoner is missing."
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 8, 2014 19:04:02 GMT -5
Ninnatta threw her counsel robes on the floor. "Slave!" she demanded, to no answer. "Where is that ignorant louse?" She muttered. Her temper had flown into a seething rage as became increasingly obvious to her that there was a growing faction among her people that craved war. "Why do they desire conflict when we have no military organization?" She wondered aloud. "No, dismiss that, we haven't even the base materials to go to war." She pondered the steps she'd have to take if she failed to avoid the coming fighting. "No trained forces, no weapons, no armor... And forget trading for them now. The other nations will be wanting to stockpile such wares." the only option would be to depend on trading with the humans. and she hated the very idea. "My people will be decimated." She knew what she needed to do. She would need to convince her counsel to accept an alliance. 'The Earthen government is readily available.' she thought to herself. 'but my people fare better with the water.' She knew she'd get little rest as she pondered her next move.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 8, 2014 19:39:51 GMT -5
Alexander heard yelling coming down the hall. "That's her." He ran and stopped at the door before knocking. "Miss. Hawk'orn! I'm sorry to interrupt at such an hour, but your prisoner has escaped!"
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