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Post by lana on May 13, 2009 18:17:25 GMT -5
Lana was about to argue, about to make herself as heavy as she could and cling to her chair, telling him "Haha, make me..."
But then she remembered what way she actually came in from to the party to begin with and she grinned. She raised her hands up in a half-surrender, getting up from her chair and sighing.
"Fine, you want to be a jackass? Fine, I'll leave," she said with a slight glare, "not like I wanted to chill at your stupid party anyway with your retarded king."
And she walked about ten steps away from the table...before she tore down the hall away from the exit, but still through the very way she came in (however not through the window she came in, she ran past that) - her goal was to make it to the kitchen, now.
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Post by Alex of Santo-Luce on May 13, 2009 18:19:19 GMT -5
Alex glared after her. Something wasn't right...
He got up and followed, pulling his cloak around him tighter. Once again, a force that wasn't the wind shifted his cloak ever-so-slightly.
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Post by lana on May 13, 2009 20:12:38 GMT -5
Lana bolted down the hallway, occasionally leaping into a corner or hugging a wall as she tried to sneak by...forgetting that there were no shadows for her to hide in.
"Dammit!" she cursed as she continued running, checking over her shoulder every now and then for the Santo-Luce captain. She rounded a corner and ran down a flight of stairs to where she could smell was the kitchen, and she grinned as she came up to the double doors that led into it.
"Awesome, I think I lost him..." she said to herself as she kicked the door open and ran inside.
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Post by Alex of Santo-Luce on May 13, 2009 20:36:41 GMT -5
Content to follow at a more leisurely pace, Alex found the open door and looked inside, wondering what the Nerezzan was up to.
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Post by lana on May 14, 2009 10:44:33 GMT -5
"What are you doing in here!? Get out, get out!"
"Don't touch that!"
"Hey! I worked all day on that cake!"
Angry outbursts of all types were heard from deep inside the kitchen as Lana tore through it, grabbing a knife as she ran and leaping into a large pile of vegetables in the corner of the room. Angry and terrified chefs all around grabbed knives themselves and tried to scare her off, which...totally didn't work.
She grabbed a potato and started carving into it, grinning as she said, "What are you all freaking out about? You should be paying attention to this, it could save someone's life someday!"
"Potatoes don't save peoples' lives!"
"They do if you make them into a bomb," Lana laughed, "and no one would ever suspect it, either!"
She cackled away happily, then, thinking how awesome it would be for her to sneak this thing back into the party, slipping it either in a cake or on some tray of food somewhere...how hilarious it would be when it went off!
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Post by chika on May 14, 2009 11:37:48 GMT -5
Taking her chance, Chika strode up to Alexander as Seigmand was leaving.
"King Frexton," Chika greeted him with a respectable curtsey, or the best she could do in the dress she was in, "you probably wouldn't care for it, but I am one of the Guasto captains, Chika Herrlock. It is an honour to meet you."
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Post by alexanderthegreat on May 14, 2009 11:41:23 GMT -5
Alexander's eyes widened when he saw Chika, and his heart leaped as she spoke to him.
"AH! My dear lady, of course I care for it," he said as he took her hand and kissed it gently in greeting, "Captain Herrlock...please tell me the women of Guasto are all just as beautiful as you are!"
He laughed, but then shook his head. How silly of him, forgetting his manners like he was.
He gave her a bow before then asking, "My lady, would you care to dance?"
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Post by Alex of Santo-Luce on May 14, 2009 18:07:56 GMT -5
"And what are you going to do with a bomb... Nerezzan?"
Alex stood in the doorway, blocking it. His black cloak over his long, white tunic and black pants cut an imposing figure, and the look on his face was not pleased. His arms were crossed as he glared at Lana.
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Post by lana on May 17, 2009 12:43:03 GMT -5
Where Alex glared, Lana grinned, and she remained sitting quite comfortably in the corner of the room.
"Livening the party up a bit," she simply shrugged at the Santo-Luce captain, "you see, you stick this thing here in the cake, and it creates a wonderful scene. Very eccentric, very cool..."
She rose back to her feet finally and stepped a little closer to Alex - sadly, she hadn't thought this out fully, he was blocking the only exit. She wouldn't use her sword at all, she'd punch him in the face first or throw his ass into the ovens before she actually attacked the guy with a weapon.
Besides, she wasn't here to actually fight, she was just here to screw around.
"Hey uh...buddy, you're kind of in the way," Lana said, there wasn't an ounce of hatred in her voice, which would have surprised many as both the Light and Dark kingdoms hated each other with every fibre of their being.
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Post by chika on May 17, 2009 13:15:20 GMT -5
Chika's eyebrows widened at the eccentric king. Everything from "my lady" to dancing now, apparently...he moved quick.
She smiled politely, however, and gave him a respectful nod.
"Why not," she answered and held out her hand.
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Post by alexanderthegreat on May 17, 2009 13:33:02 GMT -5
"Great!" Alexander replied and quickly grabbed Chika's hand. Just as he was twirling her into a quick, light-footed dance, his eyes widened and he tripped and fell over his own feet.
Laying on the ground where many gasped and stood to see the fallen king, Alexander's eyes widened as he stared under the refreshment table.
"There's something under there!!" he yelled, pointing. Someone nearby took the liberty of foolishly lifting the table cloth - a chicken with a painted number "2" rushed out and onto the floor. Not following long after that one, "5" came tearing into the room.
And from there, the entire room exploded in a frantic frenzy of people rushing around to avoid stepping on the chickens or having their ankles pecked away by them.
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Post by Alex of Santo-Luce on May 21, 2009 16:11:41 GMT -5
Alex was slightly puzzled by her hateless demeanor, but still didn't move.
"That's the point," he replied. "You know... you don't want this to get ugly."
Too many would dismiss him as just some rash kid, captain or not... but he was sure he could outmatch any fighter in Santo-Luce or Nerezza of his rank or lower.
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Post by lana on May 21, 2009 16:38:45 GMT -5
And Lana was silent, staring Alex, almost like she was waiting for him to do something. Of course, she was also irritably impatient and so without further hesitation she suddenly kicked at his knee, hoping to take him out.
"Maybe I do want it to get ugly - at least until you're out of the way!" she laughed.
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Post by Alex of Santo-Luce on May 22, 2009 14:51:52 GMT -5
He smirked. He was, admittedly, a bit of a hothead, and he liked a good fight.
"Brightshine's been itching to taste a little dark blood," he said, loosening his sword in it's sheath. "I wonder what His Majesty will think when I tell him I caught a Nerezzan assassin here."
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Post by lana on May 23, 2009 15:18:55 GMT -5
Lana couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Brightshine? Really? You certainly are 'special', aren't you?"
She hucked the potato at him, which was only half cut at the moment, and then swooped in to throw a punch at his gut.
"The problem here is you actually have to catch me, first!"
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