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Post by Alexander Frexton on Mar 9, 2014 19:27:01 GMT -5
"They truly are just like Dad and I, aren't they?" Alexander couldn't help but speak aloud, the young king rubbing his temples tiredly as he watched Shanira and Mahila bicker between themselves in their angelic tongue. What was it about this time, anyway?
At this point he didn't care, and at the moment it wasn't something he felt like stepping in between. The king had quite an agenda to follow as of late and chasing them around wasn't on it. Since the end of the war things had been just as hectic that for awhile he was worried it hadn't really ended at all. His only assurance was the return of one of his captains, Zeke, his love. Bitter words were shared between himself and Alex Darkend, the senior captain and his friend before he went into battle with their military but even after all of this time the man had still not returned and as such was now presumed dead. Where one able-bodied soldier was lost however Zeke returned to his king with another in tow. Mahila, or as Alexander had once known her, Prisma, his father's celestial guardian who'd been pulled from her prison and sent to Allorum to help them fight Duo's forces.
The Chromatic Order had been especially useful during the battle, and Alexander hated the idea of losing their backing so soon. As such, he had a special invite today for Liatris, "The Prism" to join them. He needed a second captain and he feared to ask one of the angels that pranced about his castle as they fought over absolutely everything.
Every. Single. Thing.
This was the first part of his to-do list today, and probably the easiest. Turning his back to the girls, Alexander began to make his way toward the throne room at a hurried pace. He'd hate for his guests to come in today and be greeted by the angels barking at each other.
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Post by Liatris "The Prism" on Mar 10, 2014 3:24:15 GMT -5
Never having been a women to waste time, Liatris, along with her usual entourage of Chromatic Followers, kept a hastened stride as she made her way towards the young Kings throne room. Delivered unto her that very morning was a request from King Frexton himself requesting her presence, and with the war's passing not that far behind Santo-Luce, Liatris mind couldn't help but feel that perhaps there was more to come regarding such matters and steeled herself for the meeting.
As her footfalls fell harshly against the castle floors, a sharp pivot around the ensuing corner put her facing the throne room and, as luck would have it, beside the young King Frexton himself.
"Ahh, good morning, Sire," Liatris began whilst performing a quick bow as she kept pace with Alexander; her followers moving ahead to open the large double doors so the two might continue unimpeded. "I am glad to see that I have not kept you waiting. What matter has arisen such that my Lord requires my assistance?"
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Post by Alexander Frexton on Mar 11, 2014 17:05:25 GMT -5
((sorry, i wasn't sure if he should actually know what her name really is or not |D; I'm going to kinda assume no yet?))
Her presence came as a sudden surprise to Alexander, more because of the exact moment instead of expecting her appearance at all. Having the woman by his side calmed him significantly as she posed as quite a welcoming distraction from the drama that he'd been set between earlier, the Chromatic Order was something of a pause in his day that he appreciated.
"Good morning, my Lady Prism," Alexander greeted her warmly, unsure of what exactly she preferred to be called but if he made it sound flattering enough he was sure he'd passed, "come in, have a drink."
The king waved a gloved hand to whatever servants he met eyes with first and they instantly moved to bring out a few glasses and what was probably a brandy to pour into them. He lightly took to the couple of steps before his throne and in very smooth motions turned and sat himself upon it, one leg crossed over the other and hands folded before him as he smiled up at Liatris. He wasted absolutely no time getting right down to business.
"I've a couple of items to discuss with you today, the first being a very heartfelt thank you to you and your Order for your efforts in the war against Duo his forces. I plan for us in Lux Lucis to have a few days' celebration and I personally invite you and all of your followers to join us as we honour those who served proudly and those we may have lost..." he regarded her carefully as he spoke, bringing his hands up just under his chin as he leaned in towards her.
"This already brings me to my next item with you, as we've sadly lost our military's senior captain, Captain Alex Darkend. It's fitting that Captain Zeke Omoihake must move into that position, but we are left without his second and where I have many loyal, very able bodied men and women who could fill the boots, I would personally extend this offer to you first. It would honour me to have you as an officer by my side, and of course to have direct control of our military and resources for the good of my whole nation. If you were to accept, I'd make the arrangements for a ceremony to be had for you during our celebrations. What would you say?"
He wasn't sure if she would keep to her order or leave it, if she would accept it or not. He would be disappointed if she didn't, though he had other ideas if she thought to do differently. As he awaited her answer he let his hands fall back gracefully into his lap and gave a patient grin.
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Post by Liatris "The Prism" on Mar 19, 2014 1:31:34 GMT -5
Liatris took another sip of the strong amber brew in hand, it's almost overbearing taste becoming more palatable with each small embrace, all whilst drinking in the young King's words. With a brief and almost coy smile, the woman took one final tip of her drink, passed the cup to one of her entourage, and then met Alexander's enthusiastic gaze.
"It would seem that both you and I are like minded as of late, Sire." It was true that ever since they had forced Duo's army back and Santo-Luce seemed to have gained a moments reprieve that Liatris had been thinking of the her Chromatic Orders' place amidst the rest of the Kingdom. "The shadows really are no place for the light, are they..." her question leaving her lips rhetorically more then anything as her eyes trailed downwards. Clearing her throat and aligning her gaze upon Alexander once more, Liatris smiled once again, something a bit more genuine this time, almost as if you reassure her Sire that all was well.
"I would be honoured to have my Cromatic Order initiated as a permanent residence of your military, and would be more then honoured to take up arms with my kinsmen as a Captain here in Santo-Luce. For too long has the Chromatic Order separated itself from the world, and with the seemingly worsening state of things, I feel now is not the time for us to be bound by old rituals and practices. Besides, I too would like to experience much of what the world offers. So much have I only heard in tales and myth about the world I live in; it is time I and my brethren of the Order be able to see wonders for ourselves." Her eyes trailed once again, a sense of wonderment and excitement taking the woman for a moment before she snapped back to her usual stoic visage.
"That said, should his Highness feel it necessary for such a lavish ceremony to be held for my advent as Captain, I along with my Order would be beyond honoured." Liatris couldn't help but let a bit of pride and excitement show through her usual stony expression. This morning her mind had been fixated upon the possibility of a continued threat against her people and homeland, but now such thoughts washed away, and in their stead the ensuing excitement of festivities and celebration sang through her thoughts. Heck, she even let her mind wander to thoughts of dancing, but it was just a thought...she'd never actually dance or anything as such. She was the Prism, and such an emotive display would be most unbecoming and naughty...but she could at least wonder of such things and indulge in her own little secret naughty fantasies.
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Post by Alexander Frexton on Mar 21, 2014 13:12:02 GMT -5
Alexander sat and studied the woman carefully as she delivered her answer, and catching what he thought was a bit of a twinkle in the eyes and a proud smile he felt an assuring force inside of him telling him he made the right choice.
"There are indeed greater threats these days than those our fathers lived in and so changes, as big as some may be, will do all of us good. Your acceptance pleases me greatly, I will be sure you and the Order have proper living arrangements right away," the young man spoke and rose from his throne then, stepping down to face her on a more personal level, "we'll celebrate our victories together and each day drink, feast, ceremony and dance in honour of our men and women here, for our returning Hero and Captain Zeke Omoihake, and for your Order and our new Captain...would you prefer 'The Prism'? Prism of the Order and Captain of Santo-Luce?"
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Post by Liatris "The Prism" on Mar 26, 2014 0:14:45 GMT -5
"I shan't waste your time with the trivial formalities of my Order, Milord. Simply call me Liatris." With a swift motion, the woman rose from the ornate seat in which she presided and, with a silenced motion, excused her followers from her presence. "I do apologize, Sire, but with the sudden changes taking place, it would be best for me to return to my people and prepare them for the coming events. Not all shall be as favourable about these changes as I am, and I shall have to quell their worries and zealous rebukes before your plan can come to fruition."
With a poised bow, Liatris prepared her departure from the chamber, resting her eyes upon Alexander once more and presenting him with a phrase he should be used to from their times in the war room.
"Should you need me for anything more, Sire. Do not hesitate to call."
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on Mar 26, 2014 1:34:52 GMT -5
"You damned angel! This is the last straw!" A bellowing echo cascaded throughout the grand halls of the Frexton castle within ear shot of Alexander and Liatris' meeting. The hurried clap of leather against polished stone drew closer till at last Zeke Omoihake rounded the corner to the throne room's entrance, his face contorted with anger. "Alexander this is the absolute last..." His tone dropped off into a hushed hanging silence the moment he saw the King was not alone in his chambers. Embarrassed and immediately remembering himself in the presence of not one but several official looking warriors, Zeke skidded against the hewn floors till his came to a rest just outside the throne room. "I...my apologies my King, I didn't know you were entertaining so early this morning." The Chromatic Order! Right! How could I forget? Zeke scolded himself internally for being so groggy as to gloss over Alex telling him about the day he had today. This was when he was suppose to induct the new Captain into his position. Wait....his? Her? Scratching the bristly underside of his chin he looked over the standing guests, all of which looked ready to depart. Well that's no help. If only one of them was with Alex I could easily just slide right into a natural introduction. Zeke kept his usual sociable grin as he surveyed the Chromatic Order, doing his best to hide how completely lost he was.
"Ahhh, excuse me a moment. Urgent business and all." With a quick gesture towards Liatris and her entourage he briskly took to Alexander's side and leaned in close to the svelte young king. "Sorry sorry a million times sorry, I'll totally explain once you have a moment. So, uhhhh... which one's the new captain? Did they say yes?" He whispered to Alex, doing his best to look like he was relaying an important message to Alexander.
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Post by Alexander Frexton on Mar 26, 2014 12:09:03 GMT -5
"Ah, of course. You see to your Order, I'll see to...my own here, I suppose. I appreciate your stopping by here, Liatris..." Alexander's voice trailed off then as he heard the commotion echoing down the halls and for a short moment his heart almost stopped as he began to think 'So help me, if they've brought their quarrels in the main halls...!'
Afraid that in those seconds he'd shown some kind of distress on his features, Alexander forced a kind smile and glanced back into Liatris's eyes mere moments before Zeke made his presence known in ways he may or may not have wanted to. Having Zeke come in as flustered as he was seemed to help Alexander display more composure than he actually felt, and he folded his hands before him and gave the Captain a warm, patient smile as he approached him with his 'urgent business'.
"The woman closest there to the left. Liatris. Yes, she did," his whispered response to Zeke was short and so soft it was like he hadn't spoken at all.
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on Mar 27, 2014 9:32:35 GMT -5
Offering the King a quick bow Zeke pivoted on his heel to face the Chromatic Order and zeroed in on the the one called Liatris. Flashing the lady his patented smirk he strolled up towards her with a friendly wave. "Sorry for the commotion m'lady. Things here have a way of getting a little hectic, even on days that are suppose to be super peaceful. Still, nothing I'm sure you're not up for." Reaching the warrior maiden he extended his hand out towards her. "Zeke Omoihake, looks like we'll be working together from now on."
So this is what the Chromatic Order looks like huh? Weird, I was thinking they'd be more...colorful. The artistic side of Zeke came out as he examined the uniforms of Liatris and her entourage. The only thing he'd heard about them was the rumors coming out from the battles they'd taken part in against Duo, yet turning colours into weapons? The idea intrigued Zeke. Some of her guards clearly had a motif, and yet his future co-captain was clad in black, white and gold. What did her uniform mean? Zeke leaned back to give Alexander an inquisitive look, before something sly took over his expression in only a way that Alexander would pick up on. Addressing Liatris once more his carefree smile had once more taken over, leaving no trace of what plan he'd concocted for the lady. "Well, hey hey I'm sure you're busy and all, but I don't suppose you'd care to stay a while and take the grand tour? We should take a little time to know each other, catch up on war stories, who knows?"
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Post by Alexander Frexton on Mar 28, 2014 20:48:45 GMT -5
And right on cue with "grand tour" as eyes were facing the general direction of the open throne room doors a burst of bright, golden light zipped by like a shooting star pulling several decorative vases, suits of armor, wall tapestries, and a maid carrying freshly cleaned linen to the floor, tumbling, crashing, smashing, screaming, and exploding in varying degrees. Deadpan went Alexander, hands balling into tight fists as he kept his eyes on the commotion, waiting for--oh there she was, right on time several seconds later.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
The blue-white coloured angel, Mahila screamed down the hall as she charged onward, heels clacking against the white stone and fired off arrow after arrow after never-ending arrow that she materialized out of nowhere. Long after she'd passed the throne room Alexander briefly caught her screaming in their native tongue at Shanira, the one she was currently chasing of course. The king let out a very heavy sigh and turned an unimpressed look to Zeke and Liatris.
"...Welcome to the family, Liatris," he said and then pointed out the door but it was obvious his next comments were directed to Zeke, "I'm not chasing them. I'll deal with them when they're brought to me. I have a multitude of soldiers for a reason."
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on Mar 28, 2014 22:02:06 GMT -5
"Hmph, no problem boss. I've got a bone to pick with one of them anyways." Zeke shot the king a thumbs up. Placing his other hand on the Chromatic Knight's shoulder he gave her an encouraging pat. "Well, Liatris was it? What say we put that tour on hold? The king just gave you your first official command as Santo-Luce's Captain." Not quite what I had in mind, but this is as good a chance as any to see what she can do. I'm coming for you Shanira, and boy do I have a surprise for you.
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Post by Liatris "The Prism" on Mar 29, 2014 3:02:45 GMT -5
Liatris had no time to prepare for the nonstop onslaught that tore it's way through the castle's halls. Held in awe by the cacophony that ensued, her eyes went wide, unable to hide the woman's surprise and confusion with the torrent of action and emotion that seemed strangely natural to all in the castle. It seemed like nothing could quell such an uproar, and, to Liatris, it almost felt like nothing should. It was a thing her eyes had never beheld before, and in her trying to comprehend the why's that consumed her thoughts, she secretly hungered to see more unfold. Alas, orders were orders, and if her Sire deemed that such a thing should be put to rest, then so be it.
"Besides, it would be good to see the Frexton's Guardians in action, not to mention my fellow Captian Omio...Omiom...Omama...Zeke." Even in thought she struggled with the boys strange last name, but such things would come with time. Before her laid a brief respite from the quiet days that had beset her since their victory over Duo, and Liatris had to admit that she missed the thrills of combat on occasion, not that she would ever say such aloud. It was the one chance when her emotions could flow free and she could feel the exhilarating energies surge through her and fuel her Chromathurgy. She imagined few would understand, but for Liatris, to fight was to feel.
Trailing the room with her eyes, she set them upon any and all colours that she could find to feed her magics. She was lucky that the Frexton's Guardians choose such vibrant outfits, for they themselves provided the woman with almost all she needed for the spectrum, picking up the sparse bit of blacks and whites from the Castle's stark design.
"Very well...fellow Captain," she replied, trying carefully to dodge the boys last name in the most professional way possible. "Let us quell this uproarious display." Focusing upon the two bickering Angels, Liatris calls out to them genteelly, "You hear that, Angels? You're Lord demands silence, and should you refuse to heed his commands, then we shall be forced to end this disturbance by force," her soft voice undoubtedly failing to even reach the two over their encircling racket.
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Post by Shanira on Mar 31, 2014 10:58:54 GMT -5
For a moment it might have seemed that Liatris's words actually worked, Mahila suddenly coming to an abrupt stop shortly after they were delivered. She froze in position, bow readied and she stared down the next corner in the hallway, and for several moments the place was at peace.
And then the flash of gold light zipped around the corner into her, Mahila was thrown backwards into the wall behind her, and it continued back down the hallway from where it had come from only moments before. An angry yelp was heard from the blue angel down the hall who scrambled to her feet and at the same time a stumbling, "wha-ah-ah-aahhhooo!!" came from the other angel on the opposite end, Mahila's heart elated at the sight of an opportunity. While tearing down the hallway she'd already destroyed several of the linens that the one maid was carrying ended up wrapped around one of the speedy angel's ankles and took her down for a trip for a few moments.
Quick and deliberate, Mahila launched an arrow that hit Shanira in the lower leg.
"What?!" the blonde angel shrieked, tearing it out of her messily and made to get up, the wincing that her face made when she made to speed off again--and hesitated--was enough to please Mahila as she cackled, giving chase again.
"Ha ha HA!! How does it feel to be knocked down a level?!"
Shanira's red eyes glared and determined to not lose, drew her sword and readied herself for anything that her superior had to throw at her.
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Post by Liatris "The Prism" on Apr 7, 2014 3:49:12 GMT -5
"Then force it shall be," Liatris announced, her serious tone belying the hint of glee in the woman's eyes. With a hastened conjuration, the woman outfitted herself with two small crossbows, each one customized in design and allowing the contraptions to rapid fire several bolts per shot. With a second display of her Chromathurgy, the white and slightly opaque bolts found themselves knocked and ready as the woman scooped them out of the air and directly into her armaments with a motion that looked strangely natural. Setting off down the hallway, Liatris followed after the angels with her weapons at the ready, taking cursory shots at the two when chances permitted, hoping that her icy bolts might bind either of the celestial beings long enough so that she might properly pacify them.
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on Apr 19, 2014 1:12:15 GMT -5
Zeke followed in the lady's lead, not just to observe her skills personally but because he knew Alex's familiars were not know to play light and he couldn't afford to be looking behind him when they engaged the two. Watching the weapons and materials materialize before him caused Zeke to feel an immediate connection to the woman. It wasn't just the conjuration, but the detail behind her crossbows. The blend of colors was odd though. He cleared his mind for now, expecting the answers would come soon.
As he'd been watching his body was already reacting to the coming encounter. As if burnt to cinders the tips of his fingers blackened, the color flowing downwards till every inch of skin up to his wrists were like charcoal. The pain wasn't like it had been in the battle against Duo, but he still felt as though his bones were receding and stretching as shape of his hands changed. By the time his strides had taken him into the hallway his hands had been replaced with two smooth barrels, both wide enough to look as though they were ready to hold cannonballs.
"Shanira, you've got some 'splaining to do." Zeke snickered as took the outside edge of the wall. Just before hitting the point where the hallway broke into a three way Zeke kicked off the support column and dove towards the direction of the girlish cries. Seeing the two engaged in battle the window of opportunity was too good to pass up. A hiss slithered out from his sleeves as an ember of flame ate at the fuse beneath before a burst of gunpowder sent two weighted nets towards the angelic duo. The force threw him back, yet practise with his new armaments had taught him enough to compensate for the recoil and by the time he landed he was already on his feet.
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