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Post by KiaMii on Nov 30, 2009 21:04:17 GMT -6
Amanda Bree - Regnum Ruler
Amanda was, in lack of better words, annoyed. Irritated. Angry. Disbelieving. Whatever you wanted to call it. She just couldn't believe someone had the... balls to kidnap her. HER the Regnum RULER. And handcuff her to a freaking BED. AND then leave her here, stranded. She growled, very much wishing to murder this idiotic brat who dare do this.
Struggling against the bonds, she grumbled and sighed, looking around for any means of escape. Seeing none, she closed her eyes in exhaustion. This was annoying, as she had said earlier.
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Post by epikwonder on Nov 30, 2009 21:11:56 GMT -6
Wicked- Regnum Commander
Daydreaming as he walked down a hallway, he was going to the barraks to see what the other soldiers were doing. He had his sword by his side, his small pocketful of coins. As bad as it was, he never made enough money, but he was a good gambler, so he usually used the money he won to buy the bare amount of food and clothing he could afford.
You would think, living in a castle, directing the military would make you pretty rich. He snorted a little. Not here. Sighing and raising his arms above his head, he stretched. As he passed by a doorway, he heard growling, stopping him. Curious, he stopped to see what had made the noise. Pausing and quietly putting his ear to a door, he felt it open just a crack. It hadn't been closed all the way. Pushing the door open a little further, he prayed he wasn't going to open the door on some awkward scene.
And boy, was he wrong.
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Post by KiaMii on Dec 1, 2009 6:53:40 GMT -6
The door cracked open and Amanda turned disbelieving eyes to see that it was a boy, one of her commanders. Her face turned bright red. Glory... this was a scene to see. She was tied to a bed and she was wearing her casual clothes that she was never seen in public with. Jeans and a casual tee was okay but for a ruler, she had to wear her royalty formal every time she met with someone. Great. Just perfect.
Amanda looked at the commander with a quirked eyebrow, daring him to say anything.
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Post by epikwonder on Dec 2, 2009 23:17:54 GMT -6
Looking in, Wicked's observant eyes quickly took in the situation. He saw a girl handcuffed to...a bed. Lying there, quite helpless. She turned to look, perhaps a little surprised. But just as quickly, she started glaring at him.
From where he was standing, he couldn't quite make out who she was, the light wasn't lit. But, whoever had tied her up had done a good job of it. No one ever really entered these hallways, the deserted corridors of an abandoned building now. So who would do this?
Wicked couldn't stop smiling just a little, a bit amused at the situation. Coming into the room and closing the door behind him, he asked, "Need a hand?"
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Post by KiaMii on Dec 2, 2009 23:35:49 GMT -6
Amanda's cheeks flushed in indignation at the situation she found herself in. Maybe the commander wouldn't recognize his ruler. That would be good. She had no intention on letting it be known that the 19-year-old Regnum Ruler had been taken so easily and TIED to a BED!
"A...er... A hand would be nice," She muttered while keeping her voice strained. She was glad she wore casual clothes and her hair was cut in a different way, the REASON she had left the safety of the castle and probably had her army out looking for her. Er...
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Post by epikwonder on Dec 5, 2009 0:23:38 GMT -6
Laughing a little under his breath, he stepped farther in to help the girl in distress. Walking in front of the bed, he bent down and cut the two handcuffs from the bed easily with his knife. The knife certainly wasn't standard issue, slicing through metal clean through. Smiling once more, he slid his knife back into its short scabbard and straightened, helping the girl sit up.
"You should probably stretch slowly. It's best after being stuck in one position for long periods of time." He said, knowing from experience. It was a lot worse being stuck in a dark, empty, chamber with god knows what in... Shaking his head, trying to clear his head of the memories, he looked back at the girl on the bed. Looking closer, he realized with a start who it was. "Y-You?"
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Post by KiaMii on Dec 5, 2009 0:47:04 GMT -6
Amanda cursed in her head and trying to look confused. Great. Just Great. She had been grateful to be out of that horrible position and now she wished he never came to rescue her. She had been alright! Honestly, as a Ruler they protected her like she was in some sort of plastic bubble. She had left the castle and managed to make it to the towns and had dressed in slim dark jeans with a tight teal shirt and her hair had been cut finally (no longer long as anything) so that it rested lightly at her upper chest and she had let it be curled and part of it be put up.
"Who?" She asked innocently as she stood up, stretching so that she wouldn't be cramped.
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Post by epikwonder on Dec 5, 2009 0:52:31 GMT -6
He pursed his lips like a mother who wasn't being tricked. "C'mon. I'm not a fool," He laughed. "What are you doing out here anyway? It's dangerous out here, anyone could have come and snatched you away somewhere without people noticing." He winked, "The world isn't as nice and pretty as you think it may be."
Plopping down upon the thin bed, he drew his sword and started polishing it with a cloth he drew from a small pouch he carried. Old fashioned, sure, but he could wield this sword better than anyone could hold a knife or gun. Whistling contentedly, he continued to rub the sword lovingly.
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Post by KiaMii on Dec 5, 2009 0:55:38 GMT -6
Amanda glared at him. Stupid guards and their stupid attitudes with their stupid, stupid swords. She leaned against a wall, crossing her arms and scowling at him.
"I know that." She said with a huff, "I appreciate the rescue, but I'll be leaving now." She quickly turned to leave this stupid hostage situation and hopefully find a better place to relax. She really was in no mood to go back to her prison that was her home.
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Post by epikwonder on Dec 5, 2009 1:01:19 GMT -6
"Hey," Crossing without so much as a sound or blink, he blocked the girl's way. He leaned in close to her, "You do know that guys will take advantage of such a pretty little girl like you, don't you?" He asked innocently, opening his eyes wider, studying her.
He personally didn't like her attitude. It was the standard I-don't-need-help-ever-because-I'm-so-independent-and-grown-up attitude. He sighed. Some kids just never grew up. Sheathing his sword, he waited for an answer. "Well?"
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Post by KiaMii on Dec 5, 2009 1:05:45 GMT -6
Amanda glared at him. She felt that he was doing this to irritate her further. Of course he was older and bigger than she was, but she was rather feeling her age of 19 at this moment. She knew what he was implying with that comment and she chose not to answer, feeling as if she was two feet tall again, yet she showed nothing. She didn't need help. At least... She always said that. She didn't need help, did she? Amanda faltered almost when he continued to wait on her reply and she fixed her blank stare on him. She hated being treated like a kid and being made ruler, she was treated as if she was made out of glass. She wasn't fragile and while she knew she couldn't do a lot of things, she knew she could at least be a young adult like her age gave her to be, instead of that boring and adult persona she put on at the castle. Here, in her casual clothing, she was someone else and a total teenage girl.
"Personally, I don't see why you're bothering with me," She said flatly, inwardly wondering why he would.
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Post by epikwonder on Dec 5, 2009 1:13:42 GMT -6
A tiny bit surprised with her answer, he had expected the old "I'm not a kid anymore" speech. But her answer was interesting. Much more interesting... Smiling, he replied. "Isn't the little princess's knight supposed to take care of the little princess?" He mock bowed to her, lowering one knee and his head, holding one arm across his chest.
This girl, she was thrust into the Ruler position quite young, reminding him a little of his past. Nobility, royalty... he wanted to get away from it all, but everytime, it came back to haunt him no matter where he ran. So in the end, he just gave up. If death was going to come and collect his debt, then Wicked would welcome him with pleasure. But meanwhile, he would enjoy life to what certain, limited extent he could. Living...enjoying... it wasn't exactly the same as other people would interpret it as.
For example, say...falling in love. Eventually, settling down, having a few kids. Raising a family. And... living happily ever after. The thought almost made him laugh. There was no "happily ever after," and he wasn't even sure if there was "love." To him the world was just a mass of bitter, empty people. Not even one person, one person, who had true compassion, to accept him...
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Post by KiaMii on Dec 5, 2009 1:18:20 GMT -6
Amanda couldn't stop the scowl from rising upon her face as she heard herself be called "the little princess"... It was something she had been called as a little girl before she had been given the position of Ruler of Regnum. The thought caused a falter again and she struggled to gain her mask back. With some difficulty, she managed to do so and looked at him with a heavy arched eyebrow.
"You're impossible," She grumbled and moved away from the door to rest against the wall, pulling out a phone she had purchased and messing with it. She had always wanted to get one, but of course, they wouldn't allow her. So many rules, so many restrictions on her as a girl. She was alright with being Ruler, she just didn't like being suffocated by being forced to grow up so much.
"Then what is your plan now that you have kept me away from leaving," She asked him with a sulk coating her tone.
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Post by epikwonder on Dec 5, 2009 1:26:38 GMT -6
Laughing quietly inside, Wicked couldn't stop himself from smiling at her reaction. "Impossible? Hardly. Plan? I have no plan, whatsoever, really. How could you possibly think someone like me has a plan, or plot?" He asked, with mock indignation now. But smirking once again, he said, "But if the cute princess wants to leave, then she is free to go. Her knight will not stop her." Crossing his hand over his chest again, he inclined his head to her.
But leaning back against the wall, he lazily pulled out his knife again, throwing it up into the air and catching it again once more. "If you want my advice, the whole stubborn girl image doesn't really work for you. And... if you run into trouble outside, don't expect a lot of help if you keep it up." He hung out with those soldiers everyday. He knew what they were capable of, especially when they were drunk. Closing his eyes, he continued twirling the knife in his hand.
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Post by KiaMii on Dec 5, 2009 1:31:54 GMT -6
Amanda said nothing, choosing to remain silent at those words. She refused to give into that temptation of letting her be herself. She hadn't been so since she was first named heir to the throne. She hadn't allowed herself to do so. It wouldn't end well. She just huffed and straightened up and looked at him for a long time, her eyes narrowed, before she took a tentative step towards the door, mindful of the guard, wondering if he would stop her or not.
"I see no image, just me," she said flatly, though she knew it was a lie, "and I do not plan to run into many people. I only intend to get OUTSIDE. Something you guards never let me do. Have any of you guards who keep me wrapped up like a china doll ever considered why I am so pale? Ever considered that I wouldn't have tried to leave if maybe I could see the outside world ever now and then?" Amanda was getting flustered and she looked away, cursing herself for letting this slip from her mouth.
"Never mind, I'll be going then." She said with a quick pace towards the door once more.
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Post by epikwonder on Dec 5, 2009 1:41:59 GMT -6
"Have you not ever thought about the people?" He asked, completely relaxed, still playing with that knife. One wrong move, he could slice off his whole arm.
But the girl's words provoked him. "Do you not think about who you rule over? What do you think would happen if you went outside and got assassinated? If your military were too weak to protect you? If your kingdom was leaderless, what would happen? Crop shortages lead to famine. No riches would lead to poverty. And all that leads to eventual death." He spat out. Cursedly familiar with what happens to a wasted kingdom, he knew that the girl had only thought of herself, not who she resided over.
But had he gone too far to say all that? No... he had a right. His words were a casual warning, nothing more. If this ended in bloodshed, it would only stack his debts to Death even higher. The gamble? His life. But if he won, then what? "Go if you will. If you get killed, it won't be over my conscious." He ended. Catching his knife firmly with one hand, he slipped in back into his scabbard and continued leaning against the wall, one eye opened to watch the indignant little princess leave, and be eventually forced back into her gilded cage of luxury.
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Post by KiaMii on Dec 5, 2009 1:49:27 GMT -6
Amanda froze in her spot, "I'm just a figurehead to the castle. I hold no real importance besides that. I find it useless for me to keep trying, when I've given my orders, my commands, my work and I see no results. This kingdom is unmoving and I've already spent my entire years from start to finish trying to rise it up. My kingdom has no real hope for me, they do not see me as anything but a figure. An image while others change my orders, bend my commands, shove away my work," she spun her heel to face him and her eyes stung with a fierce anger of her own in there. She was burnt from no self-esteem for herself and she shook. If she had realized this now, she would know that she had just said what she had never wanted anyone to here, "I know that if I, the image, were to die then chaos would reign over this kingdom. Why do you think I keep myself alive? I would have killed myself purposely had I not thought about how this kingdom would lose from my death. I am Nothing to myself and I only keep living for their sakes. I sacrificed my entire life, my happiness, my love, my personality to give the kingdom what they needed. I am not the true leader, just the picture over the shadows. I am nothing more than a puppet since my birth! This image you say I have? I'll drop it when I'm dead." She said with a near shout and she paled as she realized, at last, what had been spat from her lips and she turned around and ran out the door, mortified by her own words.
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Post by epikwonder on Dec 5, 2009 1:57:39 GMT -6
"Is that so? Is that so...?" Not surprised at all, he quietly looked after her as she ran out. It wasn't as if the guards didn't know what was going on in the castle. Oh, they were well aware. The maids made sure of that.
A mere puppet. Quite predictable. The older counselmen would hardly let a nineteen-year old rule over a kingdom. But what she fails to understand is the people's faith in her. But she is young, she has time. If he trains the military well and there is no successful assassination or annihilation event, perhaps she'll even become a good ruler someday. He had watched countless kings and queens rise to victory, only to fall again, this time, to their deaths. Living as the Black Demon, how could he not?
Wicked sighed yet again. Young rulers, they were simply the worst. He liked the older ones better, nicer, kinder, more understanding, gave him a better salary, and most of the queens had quite a nice figure, too. Unlike... her. Wrinkling his nose a little, he sniffed and could almost smell her catty attitude wafting in the hallway.
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Post by KiaMii on Dec 5, 2009 2:16:33 GMT -6
Amanda found herself perched farther away from the hut where she had been tied up in. She sighed to herself and took a few moments to capture herself. She pulled out the backpack she had with her and managed to find a place to hide around and she changed from her casual clothing to her formal attire. She pulled a mirror from the bag and bit her cheek before she pulled her hair upwards and styled it back to its usual attire. Taking the crown from the bag, she stuck it into the strands of loose hair and managed to get it to stay. With a sigh again she choose to place the bag inside a hidden tree trunk and took out a purse. She was asking for someone to come after her, but she chose this time to not run from it. She was just a stupid teenager according to Commander Wicked. She would rather he stop insulting her and act all-knowing around her. Yes, she knew she was still very much a child, but she was doing things as needed be.
Being young made it near impossible to let yourself be listened to. Amanda had learned this lesson at age five. Ever since, she learned to instead stop trying. It had worked and while she was looked at as if she was a snob by that stupid stuck up conceited Wicked, she knew it should be that way.
Her attire was rather different as a Ruler. She was now in long heels with straps around her legs to her knees, a black skirt with hems of teal sapphires underneath and over. Her top was a light blue blouse with a teal/black robe over it that was represented of her rank. Rulers were non-existant until now. She was the first ever Ruler. While there had been Queens and Kings, Rulers were now the leader of the entire Kingdom. She looked at her clenched hand. The stress of it all had gotten to her, letting her spill her thoughts out. He saw her as immature because of that. That had hurt her and she vowed to never let anything get to her. Obviously she had almost showed who she was and he didn't like her true self. Meaning she would just keep to her mask and stay locked behind it. For good.
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Post by epikwonder on Dec 5, 2009 2:27:11 GMT -6
Setting up onto the windowsill, he saw the young Ruler rush to change and then stuff her things into a tree, converting back to her "normal self," the image the kingdom was used to seeing. He jumped down the two stories and landed neatly at her side.
"So, back to normal, eh?" He asked, raising his arms behind his head. "Right now, an assassin could come at you in 87 different ways. Do you think you would be prepared to fight in any way if there were no people around?" He asked, a little curious as to what she would answer. As the question sparked his own interest, he wondered if the counsel people would let the little princess take self defense lessons... Maybe then he can move on to a different kingdom, one preferably with a better salary, he glanced at his meager change in his pouch, and better looking girls.
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