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Post by Nathalia on Dec 2, 2010 19:01:24 GMT -5
((Elodie heard the footsteps get closer and closer until someone stepped into the room she was in.
Tall, handsome, and suave looking; he has an incredible waxed mustache and looks to be some sort of Donkey hybrid. Huh, don't see many of those around, do you? His Realm is very clearly of the Veldt and his rank is a King of Diamonds!
Finally, some member of the Court must have come to rescue her!))"Anyone in here?" His voice had a soft accent to it, as though he'd worked hard to be rid of it. "I was just- oh." His eyes fell on the Feline. He dropped into a half bow, short cape sliding over his shoulders as he extended a hand to her. "Ah, lovely lady, what are you doing out here? Do you need help?"His long ears laid back in concern as he glanced around the room for hints of others. "Ah, manners; I am King Yarrast of the Veldt, who might I have the pleasure of addressing?"He glanced at the vase in her paws and winced slightly. "I'm hoping that isn't intended for me?" He said with a hopeful smile, gesturing to the vase. "I'm also hoping you aren't the reason for the horrible screaming I heard a few seconds ago?"
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 4, 2010 21:18:11 GMT -5
Horror. Stark, incomprehensible horror greeted the pair of Kings when they returned to Ez's personal chambers. He would have been far more relieved to see Ceren - an in truth, he was - if the situation had not suddenly spiralled so far out of everyone's control.
Zane seemed misshapen and in agony. Then he was reduced to little more than a gory smear across the bed, and a moving... creature... on the floor in front of him. The fact that the man remained alive for several minutes following the unspeakably gruesome ordeal only made everything worse. He remained frozen a few steps inside the doorway.
He had seen blood. He had seen death. He had not seen birth, up to this point, but... sweet, merciful God...
It took him a moment to snap himself out of a genuine frozen state of shock, something he had not experienced in well over a decade. Since that Tulgey creature, that... he wasn't even thinking it right now. No.
Each breath he took was laden with the saturated stink of blood. He wished dearly that Mirriam had not rejoined them in this room. He wished it more than he wished many things. And despite himself, the political entity in his mind was already cursing the repercussions that would doubtlessly fall on them for this trajedy.
For a second time, the King was frozen in his movements mid-turn to leave the room and marshall the servants. Because the thing that came out of King Zane? It had spoken. Clearly. Distinctly.
All of his feathers began to unsettle themselves and he stiffly stepped closer to the long-necked girl. Girl? It had sounded like.
He stood several feet behind Mirriam, eyes glued to what he could only assume was the King's child. "What are you?" he asked very clearly, very slowly, and very carefully.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 5, 2010 13:59:21 GMT -5
Mirriam swallowed, hard, trying desperately to distract herself from what was happening over on the bed mere feet away. Someone was dying, and there was no way she was prepared to deal with that reality. So instead she stared at the child in front of her, wincing when the poor girl slipped in the...-stuff-...covering the floor. Nausea rose up, but the little Bat forced it down. And then the girl responded and...oh dear. Yes, she was definitely not a baby. So how had she gotten into Zane, then? Or was she born older for some reason?
None of her magical studies had taught her anything about anything like this. "Hello," she responded weakly after several attempts. "No one will hurt you! My name's Mirriam. What is yours?" She attempted a smile, but it probably looked pretty pitiful. Oh, wait! She switched on her Diamond charm. Now maybe she'd look more friendly. Her ears twitched as she heard Khushrenada behind her, and she was suddenly scared for the long-necked girl in front of her. She half-turned to look at the bird behind her. "Oh, please, Your Highness, I don't think she's dangerous! I don't think she did that on...on purpose!" She swallowed again.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 5, 2010 16:13:49 GMT -5
The sparrow was crying as he stared at his brother's limp body. This was actually happening. He whimpered. How the hell was he supposed to cope with something like this?
The little giraffe found herself a good deal confused as she stared at the young bat girl. The whole matter of suddenly existing and horribly murdering her Mommy seemed to have thrown everything in utter chaos, and the little person in front of her seemed to have everything together. Her ears flicked as she slowly tried to at least get onto her knees. It didn't go very well as she slipped on the gore again. With a frown she said, "Okay...." she was still looking like she was about to jump out of her own skin. "Hi... M-Mirriam. I don't have a name."
At the other Avington's words she squeaked, her head shooting downwards as she tried to cover her face with her hooves. It didn't work very well considering the length of her neck, and she ultimately ended up covering her neck and cowering.
"I-I'm a giraffe."
She knew that much at least. Tears threatened to spill again.
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Post by Greenie on Dec 7, 2010 18:13:03 GMT -5
Elodie tensed, swinging the vase up in preparation to smash some brains into the floor before she was raped or serial murdered or whatever other shit was going down in this Court. Her arm dropped slightly as she peered at her attacker, and she stared blankly at him for several moments before slowly lowering it to give him a serious glance. Veldt King of Diamonds. She couldn't help but be mildly suspicious - why wasn't he also presiding over the screaming torture of his comrade? - but if he was going to kill her he didn't appear to be doing so with blatant force. She much preferred the anesthesia cut-em-up method, herself.
"I'm a lost cat in a big house," She said flatly, any initial humor in her words lost in her cynic wariness. "but nice to meet you, Your Highness. You may call me Elodie," She replied, briefly placing her paw in his hand.
She raised her eyebrow at the vase, which she slowly pulled in to her body in the event she was entirely wrong and he was out to murder her. "It certainly was intended for you, and still is should you turn out to be a serial-nasty something or other." She curled her paw around it again, one toe at a time, then shrugged. "As for the screaming, I do believe it is King Zane, but why he's screaming or even where he's screaming I can't inform you of. I have no bloody idea where I am."
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Post by Nathalia on Dec 7, 2010 20:28:03 GMT -5
"Lady Elodie." The King mumbled after she spoke, giving the paw a gentle touch that seemed more out of habit than anything. "I would ask what a Heart is doing in the Diamonds Court when it's in such a state, but honestly...the screams disturb me."
One of his long, thin ears twitched in the direction of the sound.
"It stopped, but I can still hear...something. Ah, yes...this way. My Lady, I assure you I am nothing serial at this point except for perhaps serially paranoid about the situation at hand...I think it best that we stick together for the moment until we can locate whoever is in...trouble."
He sounded uneasy, but firm in his decision; he may not have wanted to attend to the possible scene of a crime, but the servants were nowhere to be seen...so...
"Bring the vase if you wish...we may run afoul of somehting yet." Hooves clopping on the marble floors, he stalked off in the direction of Zane's yells, checking every now and then for sound.
Within ten minutes, they had both arrived at the scene.
Yarrast drew back, aghast at the sight of such gore and revolting horror spread before him.
"What is all this?" He demanded, voice speaking clearly of bred nobility. He scanned the group and seemed to balk momentarily at the sight of Ceren...or maybe it was at the mangled corpse of her brother. He seemed to falter from haughtily demanding, to utter confusion at the sight of the other King of Diamonds.
"What...is going on here?"
He asked a second time, much more softly and much more lost, the Cat at his heels.
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Post by Greenie on Dec 7, 2010 21:08:27 GMT -5
Elodie quirked a smile, one eyebrow raised. "All for the best, as I can't adequately answer that question," She replied vaguely. The cat didn't comment on the screams; she didn't particularly want to think about what her new 'companion,' as it were, was screaming about.
"Serially paranoid?" She repeated in a mutter, giving him an odd look. Clearly he'd not been in this situation for long, and he was paranoid already? Questionable. "I agree we should stick together...." She paused to allow him to finish, "... and the vase is definitely coming with me." Possibly for whatever was coming, possibly for him and his questionable statements.
She lifted the vase into her grip and followed him, the way back not any more clear than the way out had been. She held back for a moment at the door, then tentatively peered around him..... and simply gaped.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 7, 2010 21:58:53 GMT -5
A... giraffe. Yes, he remembered having seen those creatures before in the Hisstor, or very near it. Long necks for tall trees. But that hadn't been what Khushrenada meant by his question, and he now had some measure of the girl's state. He would not receive a satisfactory answer, he knew. Looking at the face, covered in disgusting gore as it was, the overwhelming confusion and fear, the cowering posture...
This was some kind of newborn. He shuddered at the curse that must have produced such a thing. Someone had not wanted the King to live.
An authoritative voice ringing out through the madness brought the man back to his senses and he straightened, eyes casting back to find its source. Another King? One unknown to him. This day truly could not grow any stranger.
"Sir," he said, his voice quiet, formal, and stiff, "if you could please refrain from overdone speech, there has been a death in the family of two of our Kings. Recently. As well as the... birth... of a niece. Have you by any chance passed a physician on your way to this room?"
He knew that the answer would be 'no'. He knew it as surely as he knew that this whole mess wasn't finished, whatever was going on with the Queens and the servants and now... now this. "Also, I don't believe that I have ever made your acquaintance. Who are you, sir? You happen upon us at a strange hour."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 7, 2010 22:55:24 GMT -5
The sparrow was preoccupied with crying, that was until he was suddenly interrupted by someone demanding to know what was going on.
His feathers fluffed up as his head snapped around to glare at whoever had entered the room--his room. His beak was clamped so tight that he honestly thought he was going to break his own jaw as he stared at the King in the doorway. He narrowed his eyes at the sudden change of tune. Was he... where was he looking? And why was he acting so damn entitled?
The sparrow looked back to his brother, he was still squeezing Zane's hand. They weren't going to have time to properly mourn. The Court of Spades was still in distress.... his own court was in distress as well. With a strangled sob the sparrow reached out and carefully closed Zane's eyes.
He briefly glanced at the girl on the floor before giving Ceren a pathetic look. Maybe she could handle... whoever this was and he could just take care of the kid? The kid that was far bigger than it should be,
The giraffe was utterly terrified by the sudden demanding voice. More people. More scary things. More yelling. She would have loved to desperately cling to something and cry until her hearts content but that didn't seemed like it was going to happen.
She wailed before skittered under the bed partway, her back half sticking out quite a bit.
Ezekiel watched as the girl shot under the bed, "Oh... dear God...." he muttered. He was just going to have to suck this up. He gave Ceren a glance. Honestly he wanted to break down and hug her, but he refrained. He trotted across the room and through one of the doors that lead to the connected bathroom. Shortly after that everyone would here water running.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 8, 2010 1:10:15 GMT -5
Slowly, piece by piece, Ceren felt her world crumble. She shook as she clung to her brother's hand, trying to swallow back the desperate sobs that threatened to completely overcome her. She knew when her brother had passed, she could feel it down to her very soul.
Zane. Zane, who had always been so steady, even when the rest of their siblings were in crisis. Zane, who was the most of both of their parents, in both Realm mix and personality. Zane, who she had stolen away to explore the very location of his death when they'd both been so little she had only the vaguest memories of it.
Zane, who in his death, had become a mother.
Forcing herself to look away from the man's corpse, her eyes swung down to his bizarre little daughter. Ceren felt some pang of guilt, but it was completely overwhelmed by her confusion. This girl was far too large for a newborn, and she spoke as well as a much older child. What should she say? "It's okay" seemed meaningless in the face of the terrible gore presented before them, and really, she wasn't feeling okay in the slightest. She swallowed hard, and opened her mouth to speak, and then...
Someone else burst into the room.
Ceren's feathers fluffed up and she took a deep breath to steady herself. She was still feeling very much out-of-sorts, and it showed. She didn't recognize the man, but he seemed to recognize her? At least, something odd had gone through his expression. "Sir, I apologize for your confusion, but now... Now is not the time. My brother is...[/b]" She felt the tears sting at her eyes again. "I have been a Noble in this Court for all my life, and I have never seen you before, so please tell me - who are you, and what do you want from us?[/b]"
It wasn't court-appropriate behavior, Ceren realized. She also realized that she didn't give a damn about that.
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