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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 10:13 pm
 ☆Contents☆
So the catacombs from hell are over, but some people still find themselves bound both by magic and by duty. Lets what the repercussions for one special group…
☆Credits☆
Dorian - Mariana Saravan
John - Eternal_Alice
Tyberius - Inuyisha
Martin - Banethebone
Gregoir - Manozz55
- THREAD LOCKED TIL IC POSTS ARE MADE -
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 10:37 pm
Dorian's Chambers{Best Viewed as a Slide Show}
 Dorian looked around at the servants who seemed to be there to tell them just what they didn't receive. It was almost like they were happy to do it too - Veritas had a very twisted sense of humor and it must have progressed into the servants he kept. The thing that was mainly on her mind was...who had won it? Dorian swept her eyes over the groups, taking not of everyone in a very listless and tired fashion. Naedira was missing...which meant that another one of the elves whom she met at the first breakfast had won as well.
To be honest though that wasn't the thing taking up most of her attention, no. Actually the Angel, literally, was part of it. He was still apparently attached to her by magic for at least another hour. There went the nice hot soak, or even a cool one, she was looking forward to. The other people who kept her interest were Martin...the new comer with so much energy and oh so willing to give her some...Tyberius who seemed to want to believe that a guard duty meant she got meal times with him too...and Gregoir simply because he was funny with his hallucinations. However, she doubted Gregoir would be conscious enough for any type of conversation anytime soon. Not only was he under hallucinogens but he was obviously drunk.
"Would any of you gentleman like to join me in my room to escape the clutter?" Dorian asked, fuly intending to at least not make waste of the food and water that they'd packed that wasn't needed.
And even if she couldn't soak because of John still being attached, she could at least get behind a curtain and use that water and fabric to get the feeling of that disgusting, horrible place off of her.
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Ten minutes later found Dorian behind a curtain to separate two rooms so she and John could be within four feet of each other and still be relatively decent. A small basin was on the floor, the water pouches were nearby, and she was standing in another small one with a bit of fabric. And yes, that meant she didn't have clothes on as she took the time with droppings of water to at least make herself feel clean again.
"Prince John, how is your head feeling?" Dorian decided to split the quiet atmosphere. "Was any one else injured in those catacombs and need anything we can have sent for?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 1:42 am
Swaying slight where he stood Tyberius could not help but bring up a hand to cover his mouth as a sudden feeling of nausea swept over him. Perhaps it had been the sudden, magical change of their surroundings. Maybe it was the lightning;going from the dimly lit catacombs where his eyes were best to a richly bright room. It could have easily been the air; the sudden burst of fresh air filing his lungs, cleansing the toxins from the gas from before. No matter what the reason was he felt sickly. It did not help that he was being pressed on all sides by members of their group, flaring up his previous anger and further pushing the bile up his throat. Giving a growl Tyberius, only paying half attention to the announcement to their 1 hour bondings, shouldered his way forward so that he could have a bit more space.
With the space and given the time to collect himself, his mind much more clear now, trailed his eyes every which way, taking in everything and everyone. The biggest point of interest for him was that he did not feel that familiar bonding pull at his wrist, and with further investigation that there was no Bianca attached to it. Though curiosity peaked slightly he gave it no more then a wondering thought, quickly dismissing that she had been removed for some reason and/or since they were not to be wed their bond was not needed no more. "Good riddance." He had cared little for the woman first off; he was glad he was "free" once again. Least now if he wanted to go somewhere he did not need to drag someone along.
Course with that idea slowly easing him into a more tolerable state, Dorian had to open her big mouth. Well perhaps he should not say big, but rather suggestive. Almost immediately the same furious look he had not too long ago was back and he reeled to give both Martin and Gregoir a glare. With John as he was, and the Princess' future husband, Tyberius could care less what he did - as long as it was in reason - but the other two were a completely other story. Those two would jump at the offer just given. And he would jump at being given a reason to actually ring someone's neck.
It was not long before Tyberius found himself sitting in his usual spot in Dorian's room; his living space that was made up of pillows and blankets in a corner. He was really not happy if his face did not show it already. There could not be a single moment that he could take a break. Sure he was free to roam all he wanted - not like he wanted to bathe himself and get some rest - but it was his a** on the line if something happened under his watch. And the King would have his a**. Literally.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:07 am
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Entrance Hall and then Dorian's room. This is just akward! White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((I think Lincoln had a injury, but I can't remember exactly where. That's why John can't remember is because I can't. XD)) John rubbed his head. At least now I know how long the bonding will last. An hour. A whole hour of being attached to a woman(Dorian) that he didn't know. This is going to be interesting. As he thought this, a shimmer of something caught the corner of his eye. However, the rest of the group showed up and the shimmer disappered. I must be going crazy.
His head turned towards the others in the group. It seemed the drunk man(Gregoir) was still out of it. I feel sorry for him. The black haired woman(Bianca) seemed to have disappeared. The scary man(Tyberius) and the horny man(Martin) were still around. Great. I didn't want to deal with either of them! Though, I guess if I had to choose, it would be the scary man. Because then I wouldn't have to worry about seeing what I saw in the strange dark place.
John's memory had still yet to return. It became less foggy, but still needed time to become clear. If I ever do this again, remind me not to get this head injury. A tiny spike of pain went through as he touched the wound. He felt stupid for doing that, but he wanted to make sure it was healing. John couldn't remember how he got it. However, that wasn't on the top of his list of things to remember. I feel like I forgot something important...like something involving the woman(Dorian) in front of me...but what?
Then, the woman(Dorian) suggested that they go to her room. Like I have much of a choice. He started walking, noticing Altonair wasn't around. I hope he is alright. As they made their way to her room, John swore someone was watching him. Someone he knew all too well.
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John felt his face still blushing. This is so embrassing! His mind worked in overdrive as usual, thinking way too much to himself. John noticed the scary man(Tyberius) and the horny man(Martin) had come as well. Why did they show up? They didn't have to. So, I guess they wanted to? John could understand the horny man(Martin) wanting to, but why the scary man(Tyberius)? He felt he shouldn't ask if he wanted to stay alive.
The woman(Dorian) soon asked him a question and he nodded to her, the sting of his head slowly fading away. However, some sharp pains went through occasionally. It wasn't anything John couldn't handle. "Yeah. I'm fine." John answered the first question. When she asked the second question, he had to think about it.
He had only taken a quick glance at the people in the other groups. Thus, he had to rack his brain to remember anyone in particular "I'm sure there is, considering what we had to go through. However, I think I saw a shoulder injury on the prince of Wraith(Lincoln) . But I could have been seeing things." John told honestly.
He had nothing against the man specifically, but John had everything against Wraith. I'm still borthed to Mishka right? Why do I get a feeling I'm not? He wished he wasn't. John would prefer anyone that wasn't from Wraith. He had many reasons to hate them and his hatred wasn't going to leave until the war did. A war that didn't seem to have an end. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 11:17 am
Dorian's Chambers{Best Viewed as a Slide Show}
There was a moment when Dorian almost had to laugh. Almost. The fact that John thought she had been inquiring over the others who were not present in the room was cute. Naive of course, and foolish. What did she care if the prince of wraith was injured? Well, unless she wanted to care about the political spectrum of it all. While an open kingdom's line of secession was instantly changed was interesting...it was also extremely dangerous. Hopefully he didn't die too soon.
"Yes, injuries did seem to be common," Dorian said in a mild tone as the idea of Lucien's form played into her mind.
Dorian stared off to the distance as she tried to figure out what could actually hurt him. As far as she knew, her "brother" had always been...well...he was the one to literally destroy the assassin that had come after her so recently. So the idea of him being injured was strange.
"But I meant to mind over you," the Avarician Heiress said in a slightly pointed manner as she scrubbed down her arm. "Prince John, forgive me...but was it not your own head that split to color your hair red with blood?"
She paused, her eyes catching over to Damon as he entered from the servants entrance in a room or two over. He seemed to pause, as she stood there, moving her hair to over her shoulder. He may have been around her the longest, knew what to expect from her the longest, but he was still very male. A fact that Dorian knew more than well as he moved over to her. The princess gave no indication other than a pointed stare as Damon approached that he was in the room with her while she did a very quick cleaning. It wasn't every day, despite their unusual relationship, that he caught her without clothing on...she tried to keep that to herself actually. And it didn't help that he was very comfortable with what she needed. In fact, she realized when he took the cloth from her, he realized her weariness more than she did.
'That does feel good...'
But she was not about to let others know that so to distract even herself, Dorian spoke up once more so her voice could penetrate the think curtain between herself and the other men.
"Prince John, Would you like me to take the time to return your hair to its natural state when I am done attending to myself?" Her voice showed little to no indication of the fact that Damon had taken upon himself to slowly feed her some energy as his lips trailed over her collarbone.
Someone would need to remind her to stop him before he really started to loose it...
"There was no one else injured between the rest of you, was there?" She pipped up again, referring to everyone on the other side of the thick curtain - Martin, John, Gregoir, and Tyberius.
She pushed Damon's hands away lightly, trying not to make a sound as she grabbed for her long chemist while stepping out of the bucket. While she could have enjoyed it a bit longer, trying not to make a sound or indication while doing such was much harder than necessary. Especially with the fact that she was getting to the point where she might not want him to stop...an image of her mother's face popped up in her mind giving her enough concentration to lightly push Damon away.
"And what of you lord Gregoir? How is your head fairing?" He'd been afflicted in another way, but still heavily afflicted.
Dorian ducked away from Damon and pointed over to where she'd laid out clothes on the bed. And with a sigh to show he gave up (to which Dorian had not chance to cover up) from Damon, he helped her finish getting dressed within the matter of minutes. There was a light Stay to go over her chemist before she put on her first layer of the dress done in a bright white. And while it might not be as ornate as she could get, the outer dress she had on was still lovely, a soft shade of purple - like the sunset - that showed the brisk white tones of her first layered dress at the sleeves and a the softly rounded neckline of the white under layer was clearly viable under the V shape opening of the outer layer that stayed open till the waist.
After he'd finished, Dorian hurried him out of the room to at least hide out in the actual bathing chambers till she no longer had company. Closing her eyes for a moment and taking in a breath out of sheer habit to calm herself, Dorian started back through the curtain.
Staring at the men in tow, Dorian gave them a light smile. There was a small comfort in being clean and having clean clothes back on, and the fact that Damon gave her a very impromptu snack (enough to last her to night time she hoped) made it much more comfortable to be around them. Though, she was still going to have to mind herself in their presence. A hunger that was only fed through snacks was never satisfied, and she knew that lesson well.
"Thank you for waiting so patiently - dirt and grim are things I try not to let sit too long. Now, what would you gentlemen like to do or talk about?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 12:00 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Dorian's room. Was that just me or.....Never mind. White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead (()) John didn't expect her question to have been aimed at him. Thus, he felt embrassed when he interpated it wrong. Then, the woman(Dorian), asked him about his head. He had to stop himself from rubbing it out of habit. "Yeah. That would be me alright." John commented back, feeling more stupid by the second.
His eyes thought he saw a servant coming in the room. Then again, John wasn't so sure. It could have been his mind tricking him. John wouldn't be surprised if his mind got a bit of brain damage from the injury. Though, if it had, John thought it would be more obvious. However, John didn't know that much about injuries to the head. This was his first.
John almost didn't hear the woman(Dorian) asking him about his hair. His mind seemed a bit dazed and sleepy. I hope I didn't get a concussion. "Yeah. That would be nice. Thank you." John told honestly and rubbed his neck.
When she commented on the injuries, John looked at the rest of the group. None of them seemed to be injured. Thus, he just shook his head. Looks like I'm the only one. Though, since when did that man(Gregoir) come in here? His eyes looked at the man(Gregoir) that appeared to be drunk. John tried to remember who he was, but nothing came into his mind. He was still trying to remember the woman(Dorian).
His eyes looked foward, trying to keep himself awake. If he had a concussion, John knew going to sleep would be a bad idea. Thus, John didn't look up when the woman(Dorian) came back from behind the curtain. However, he did hear her question. "I can't....think of anything...to talk about." John told in a tired mental voice. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 1:20 pm
During the process of Dorian's cleaning Tyberius found himself splayed across his makeshift bed. While it was not unusual for him to actually lay down - some people seemed to be surprised that he could relax - he was just surprised to find himself in the position without him being actively aware of it. Shrugging it off to his weariness, both mental and physical, he made an effort to get himself more comfortable. Various pillows were snatched from where they had been tossed to be built up and blankets askew from his motions, the whole process being near silent minus the sound of moving fabric. With everything set up Tyberius allowed himself to lay on his stomach, upper body angled upward by the pillows and giving cushion under his hands which were currently beneath his chin.
Feeling more relaxed he merely stared off towards where John stood, looking rather awkward. If one was not to understand there was an invisible string attached to him and Dorian the Prince would have looked much like a pervert trying his best to seem casual as he kept his back turned to a curtain that blocked off the sight of a young lady's body. Well if that had been true John probably would have found himself with another crack in his skull thanks to yours truly. But as it was Tyberius was just staring at the man, taking more time to look at everything that was offered for viewing; the angle of a chin, the curve of a hip under pants material, the shifting of weight from one leg to another, the flex of muscles, etc. It was obvious he was scrutinizing, he made no effort to hide what he was doing in instances like this. It probably was this obvious and piercing stare that made people uncomfortable - if they even noticed. Or maybe it was the deadpan leer that constantly changed, often either looking as if he was furious then lustful and back again.
It was the tattle-tale sound of door opening and closing that forced his eyes to snap away from John and immediately narrow to stare at the part of the curtain Dorian was standing behind. While the curtain was indeed thick, the steam aiding it with blocking out a decent view, you could still see a soft silhouette if you were able to focus right. And for Tyberius it was not hard for him to pick out the second blob of soft black forming behind the curtain as it drew closer before disappearing behind the first. A light "tch" escaped his lips at that, knowing full well what the noise had been and who it had been. The little pet Damon had come out to play. No surprise there, but still it irked Tyberius a bit, this time at least being that they were with guests and they were doing their feeding session. Not like anyone else would really notice because of the curtains and water running. He was just built to be dangerously aware of the smallest of things like this.
Tyberius' back muscles rippled as he adjusted his weight, much like a panther, and allowed his head to lower just a bit when Dorian finally emerged from behind the curtain; fresh, clean, and dressed. Frowning lightly he simply gave a snort before eying the rest of their party. "If you're offering I would say the rest of us could do with a cleaning ourselves and then patching up whomever needs it."
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 3:03 pm
▂▃▅▆█ɕregoir Ƀascov█▆▅▃▂  What? My Title? - Prince
This is where I am Drunk - Outside the Dining Hall
What am I doing? What are you doing? - Running into VesperIf only they knew...
The pain I've been through...
...They Might Understand me ╔════════════════╗
Gregoir stumbled up and out of the catacombs drinking from his last flask that he had brought with him. The hallucinations had all but stopped, thankfully, but now it was an entirely different matter. Gregoir was drunk... really drunk. And he was totally misunderstanding the situation. Instead of hearing the sadistic laughter from the welcoming party, he heard cheers instead. He went around shaking hands, hugging people, even letting a few tears of joy slip, "I wuve you alls. Your... your all my bestest friends. I-I'm so proud to be heresh tonight and... I love wuve you guys." He wiped away a few tears and began trying to spot out his group again.
Finally he noticed them a bit off to the side and he swore he saw them waving to them. But his vision was a bit fuzzy so he could've been wrong. Regardless he still stumbled and bumped his way over to the group, "Thesesh people are so nice. I wish we all could've won." He began to chuckle lightly and then draped an arm around Tyberius' shoulders. Mainly to balance himself, but he was feeling affectionate in his drunken state. So he wanted to show Tyberius he was appreciative, "You four right here wiff me. You- your my closest friendsh... I love you guysh."
But before he could go on any further his attention was drawn by Dorian... of sweet, sweet Dorian. How he is so vexed by her very presence, "Counts me in my... precious jewel." Then for no reason at all he began laughing and falling towards the floor. He was lucky that Tybs was like a stiff and he didn't drag him down with him. But soon he was standing and felt a push come from Tybs. So he stumbled away and waited for the group to move so he could follow.
Now, once on the stairs the weight of the armor really started to bare down on him. Multiple times he tripped, laughed, slid down, and got helped up the stairs. The group had already made it a good ways ahead and into her room. So Gregoir had a servant show him the rest of the way to Dorian's room, "Thanksh you madam, join me in my quartersh later and I'll pay you prop-per-ly" He sounded out the last word making sure he said it right. Then opened the door to Dorian's room.
He missed Tyberius over in the corner as his gaze instantly went to the curtain that was in the room instead. John was on one side of it and he could only guess who was on the other side. Seeing as Martin was over here as well it could have only been two people. And he was sure John wouldn't be there if Tyberius was standing naked behind the curtain.
A wide smile appeared on Gregoir's armor as he realized who was behind the curtain. His curiosity got the best of him, like he wouldn't of anyway, and he started to make his way over towards the curtain. He paid John no mind nor the fact that he was about to take a peek at John's future wife. Instead he casually edged his way to the side of the curtain so he could peer around to the other side. Once there he began to lean backwards until his eyes could see around the edge. He eyes went wide and his smile grew even bigger. But he forgot about the weight of the armor and leaned back too far and ended up falling. The loud crash was sure to draw Dorian's attention so he had to think quick, "No needsh to push me John. I onlys wanted a hug." He finished by casting an apologetic gaze to Dorian and scrambling to his feet.
Once he was back on his feet he put a little distance between the curtain and himself. Dorian might be a little angry at him for the stunt he just pulled. But before he walked too far he saw Tyberius sitting in the corner. With a look that could kill and Gregoir just froze where he was. But then he ended up laughing so hard he fell again. Then cursed at how heavy the armor was and began to strip bits and pieces off right in the middle of everyone.
His ears perked up when he heard Dorian's melodies wringing against his eardrums. He couldn't help but beam another smile towards the curtain, "Weeelllsss, I thinksh I pulled a mushle in my upper thigh. Maybes you could kissh it and makes it all better?" He started laughing again and began to wobble some more. Cursing again he began to strip off more of the armor. He had skin tight breeches underneath and a tunic. Who knows, maybe Dorian would like the view he could even take off his shirt if she wanted him too.
He heard Dorian's voice ring out again this time aimed at him asking him how his head was. Did he hit his head down there? What was she referring to? Man was he drunk. But he shouldn't keep her waiting so he would make something up, "Oh, the pain ish almost unbearable. Me thinks I needs to be held and nursed back to health." Again that lovable smile came to his lips and he did his best not to burst out laughing.
Gregoir had removed half of his armor when Dorian stepped out from behind the curtain. He was already focused on one area of her body. Granted it was all beautiful. And he so wished he could just rip all of her clothing off. But she was showing off part of her body now and that would just have to suffice, "For you love, I'd wait a thousand years." He was slurring his words so bad that he repeated himself once to make sure she heard him.
╚════════════════╝ ...and I'll wash away the pain
so bring me a drink...
But no one will know...
((Oh Orange Cookies razz lease tell me if i need to edit anything. ))
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 2:22 pm
Dorian's Chambers{Best Viewed as a Slide Show}
Dorian looked over to John wearily. She knew that he still have plenty of energy, nothing had actually taken it, but he seemed to be slowing down. Not that it was unusual for people to not be able to think of conversational topics around her, that she was used to, but there was something almost…timid about him. Something like he’d been hit around – there was life, but it seemed that his mentality on the subject of such was slowing down. Maybe they really should fetch a physician for him…
“The wound on your head, sir, should be looked after by someone more qualified than me. Unless you can self heal?” Oh she was tempting fate if healing made his energy swell…she was really going to have to ask him to leave if it got too good to stand.
Despite her thoughts she smiled lightly at Tyberius when he made the remark of them all getting a little washed up. It was refreshing when someone wasn’t stubborn against the idea of a clean body – sure it could be dangerous in the cold weather to the point that people could catch their death, but she liked to think that her room was warm enough to stave off the death that followed with prolonged exposure to water.
“I am sure that we could summon people to bring enough water for the three of you. They have yet to disappoint with hot water, but it may take time to heat it if you would be contented to wait for heated water.”
Looked like she was going to have to send a waiting Damon back through the servant’s quarters…he was going to be a little grumpy. Still – he knew his place and while he was still treated very well, Damon was still a servant. She took a moment to call Damon out from where he was. And yes, she could instantly tell how reluctant he was by the fact that he didn’t even care to make friendly with the guest. He knew well his place, knew her actions well enough, but there were some things in nature and the nature of man that could not be changed no matter the level of training. Besides, Damon was naturally shy anyways. So the fact that he walked out to send word for the hot water without meeting her “guests” wasn’t really a bother.
“And to you, prince Gregoir, I do believe you have indulged in a little too much drink to be doing much waiting,” there was a tease to her smile, and a soft, indulgent color to her naturally alluring voice.
She moved closer to them, further in her small sitting room. A good portion of it had been claimed by Tyberius but there was still plenty of space for them to be – a whole soft rest for them to sit on and enough room to stand if they so chose. Thankfully she could even go half of the room without really going past the four foot rule if she was indeed careful.
“Still the body is resilient and you will regain enough of yourself to do more sooner or later I suppose,” her words seemed to be directed at both John and Gregoir.
Dorian slowly sat down on the couch, trying to keep best in mind that there were three new males around her and that spreading out as she was so comfortable doing might not be the best of ideas. If anything, it wasn’t a proper hostess position. This may have been Tyberius’ stay place as well as her own, but it for anyone else. Even if she hadn’t heard from Martin in the last few minutes she could still feel him in the room with her. And for now that was good enough.
“If you believe your head pained enough, prince Gregoir,” Dorian spoke up from her spot on the sofa, “to require comforting on your part, then by all means…make yourself comfortable as you see fit. There are two beds in the room just over if that is indeed where you think you will find the most rest. As for you, prince John – would you be so kind as to let me see the wound myself?”
She didn’t have training in the medicinal field, at least not the kind that dealt with wounds, but she was sure that she could at least make an assumption if it was just a wound that bled or if it was a wound that inflicted things for a later time. She’d not be happy touching the blood matted hair, but…still…it would look very bad if her betrothed ended up dead within the day.
So there she was, clean and sitting her comfortable padded seating that could fit a few in her sitting room waiting for the actions of the males around her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 3:03 pm
If no one heard the growl that escaped his throat then he would believe everyone deaf. The noise had started low when Gregoir had decided to open his mouth. It was annoying in the catacombs and it was annoying now. To say Tyberius did not like Gregoir was an understatement. Rather now he was trying his best not to lash out on the boy for just being there after all that touching he had done downstairs. While his personal bubble was near nonexistent he had disliked this particular man to be near him in any sort of way. He doubted he would have done so if Gregoir was any way sober, using the man's drunkenness as a stopper to his fist. As of now though that excuse was just as good as ash in the dirt. So here he was sending Gregoir the dirtiest of looks after witnessing the fool's perversion and foolishness.
He would have been at the man's throat for that if Damon's little entrance had not distracted him enough to let it slide. At least not to get up at that second and throttle him into unconsciousness. So he opted for just glaring at the man, the look promising pain. And Gregoir had seen it, freezing for just a second before bursting into laughter and falling to the floor, proceeding to remove his armor. That had not helped much to calm Tyberius' nerves, his knuckles going grey with how hard he was clenching.
Again he tried to calm himself focusing more on Dorian as she moved across the floor to the couch. She was taking all they said at a whim, easily mulling over everything and giving responses, his own receiving a smile. Course with that his mind quickly wanted to add in that all the men to do such things in their own living arrangements and get the hell out. But with the growl still in his throat he kept his mouth shut.
Of course everything came crashing down when Gregoir had to push it with his perverted antics, complaining of being in pain and wanting Dorian's attention to "nurse" him back to health; actually it was the part with kissing his upper thigh that did it, but saying he wanted to be pampered just flipped the switch. "That is it!" Tyberius was on his feet and half way across the room in seconds, eyes trained on the figure laughing and undressing on the floor. Despite how livid he sounded and looked Tyberius' steps were still near silent as he stalked over to stand over Gregoir. With another growl his hands were quick to snap out, free of the daggers he wish were in them, and grabbed hold of the man by the front of his shirt, hoisting him up so that he could look at him better. Tyberius gave Gregoir a single shake before he turned and started to drag his victim across the floor to the opposite side of the room, to one of the beds Dorian had referred to not too long ago, the armor screeching just a bit on the hard floor.
The room was no where near being a small space, but still compared to home it could not compare, and Tyberius had Gregoir to the side of the bed in no time. Once they both had crossed the first bed post he unceremoniously shoved the drunk so that he was now laying on the floor next to the side of the bed. "I am appalled to have to even believe that you are royalty, but because of some sort of luck you are. For that I stay my hand from even doing half the things I can do and have done to others who have committed similar crimes." His head snapped over his shoulder to regard the rest of the group to dare them to say anything about what he was doing before looking back to Gregoir. "The Avarician Princess is NOT here for your wondering eyes or lude tongue, and I will not stand idly by as you talk to her like she is some wench to do dirty things with you. Prince, beggar, drunk, sober; none of it is an excuse for your poor behavior to any woman. I'm all for throwing your a** out of this room, but I know Miss Dorian will stop me. So you have a few choices: get on the bed and keep your mouth shut, get on the bed and call your own servants to nurse you, or I will personally restrain you."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 7:11 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Dorian's room. He's angry! White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead (()) John looked up at the woman(Dorian)slowly. He was trying to conserve his mind's energy. After all, it felt like he could pass out any second now. "Yeah....That would probably be a good idea." John told wearily, trying to keep himself set straight.
Since he kept his thoughts on keeping himself awake, John barely heard anyone talking after his reply. His mind heard them in murmurs, picking up on certains words. Admittely, John didn't care. If he was going to pass out, he was going to pass out. But, John wasn't about to pass out if he could stop it. Thus, if that meant being out of it, that meant being out of it.
Because of this, John barely payed attention to the drunk man(Gregoir). He didn't even notice him looking at the woman(Dorian), or even mentioning John's name. To him, the drunk man(Gregoir) was an unimportant blur. Something he didn't need to care about right now.
But, John was able to hear something about looking at his head. He looked around, trying to figure out who said it. John assumed it was the woman(Dorian). "Yeah...Sure...You can look at it." He stood up and made his way over to her. He walked slowly and put all his concretration on it. Then, John sat down as quickly as he could. Admittely, John didn't want to embrass himself in front of the others. Damn...I think the head wound has done something to me.
However, the next events did not go unnoticed, even by him. He noticed the scary man(Tyberius) had been giving more death glares to the drunk man(Gregoir) than before. At first, John thought nothing of it. Now, he started to think something of it. The scary man(Tyberius) got up and walked over to the drunk man(Gregoir), picking him up and taking him over to the bed. Then, John heard some of the words said to the drunk man(Gregoir). I defintely don't want that stuff said to me. However, he did learn the woman's(Dorian) name. Dorian. He had to admit, it was a nice name. But, John could see this wasn't a good time. Thus, he kept his mouth shut and waited for what would happen next. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 5:47 am
Martin Chris Hearthon  Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: willing servant
As the spikes halted their progression, Martin knew something was up. After which he looked up and saw the roof opening up and drawing closer, or was the floor raising to meet the opening mouth. Servants helped them out of the chamber/elevator, and lead them to the main hall. Once there Martin began to understand just how many people were in this place. Though he saw a chaotic response and some people bearing non-fatal injuries, he kept following Dorian. Something about her was different than Vincent. It didn't feel like the same type of person or character. But the way she did things, said things. It was often apparent that she was of Vincent. As she offered to the party to go to her chamber, Martin felt a growing tension building, what was it? Could it be between him and Tyberius? Or Maybe it was Gregoir wearing on Tyberius. All Martin was certain of was that he didn't want a confrontation, but he wouldn't be pushed around. Unless given a command, he would stake as much sense of territory to Dorian as that of Tyberius. When they entered the room, Martin decided he would keep out of line of fire. After all Tyberius was a time bomb, at least that was how he carried himself. Gregoir was a fumbling perverse drunk, and likely a temporary environmental feature. And then there was his greatest confliction John. From what John said he was suffering from a likely temporary memory loss, due to head injury. And for that Martin could be of no true help. And most importantly he could not make a move on Dorian while Tyberius was in the room, without having to confront Tyberius. So he stood next to the door, almost like a statue, using a facade based entirely out of a sense of calm, to disguise his ever present interest in Dorain. He listened, but found few of the words relevant, or worth responding to. He watched as a figure entered and fed both Dorian and an ever present green monster, dwelling within Martin's conscious mind. Though something was happening. There was nothing calling out to him, nothing asking of his energy at that moment and Martin almost felt a sense of relief. His breathing slowed as something very rapid happened. He had been watching with indifference as Gregoir was dragged across the room. But his unconscious mind was focused on something else. His energy had gone abnormally high earlier, and so he was now spiraling down. He noticed it only to late. His legs locked then buckled as he cave down on the floor. Barely conscious he still heard himself hit the ground. But this was hardly relevant when he felt rushing wind blowing against him. And that undeniable sense that he was heading toward an unpleasant surprise. (also I did not catch how they left so I implanted my own version, if someone had previously written a way they got out I am willing to edit that part...) {will add more after things happen in the conscious world}
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