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Post by Corvo Dufour on Dec 13, 2017 21:24:36 GMT
The rustling with armor, dishes, boots, and voices. Most of the underground area was filled with contestants who were either eating, keeping to themselves or talking amongst themselves. In one of the few corridors build into the system of rooms and tunnels teh dark-haired prince moved with haste. His armor clinking softly and his cloak fowed after him like a shadow. A few paces from him Fell was sniffing at the floor and walls. Corvo had asked the guards to search the rooms in search for his sister or anyone who shouldn't be here. He highly doubted she would be here, but he had nothing else to focus on at the moment. The sight of his father falling thorugh the air and being engulfed by flames was still fresh... The sound of his scream was almost audiable for him. As if it echoed around him. He felt his troath tighten and his heart beat quickened. A quick glance over his shoulder told him none was there or in sight. He started to trace the wall with his fingertips. His dark eyes incredible focused on the ground ahead of him. He wanted to go to Victor and ask his advice. What did you do when your sister dissappeared and your father was dead? Because he was dead. He had seen it with his own two eyes.
Corvo swallowed, but found his mouth was dry and as his thoughts started to circle around his father. His face. His voice. The times they had spent together. The things Corvo still wanted to say to him, all the experiences he wanted to share with him. His father would never see him happiy married, never see his grandchildren...
The young prince found and open door into what looked like and empty room. He entered without much thought and closed the door after him and the black wolfdog. He needed to be alone. Just for a couple of minutes. He hadn't expected to need this so soon. He had to look for his sister... What would.. Was this not what he needed to do? Should he stay with his mother or would it portray him as weak? She had her youngest son with her. Yes that had to be enough.
So he closed the door and leaned up against the wall a few paces from it. Exhaled. Inhaled. And then the tears came. His hands quivered. His dark eyes were filled with sorrow and pain. His heart beat fast and yet he felt as if he couldn't breathe. His breath was barely drawn in before it was escaping his lip again. Fell lookd up at him and whined. A long, low sound. Corvo brought his termbeling hands to his face. Brushing away his tears with a shadow of the anger he had used to fuel him. Then a hand lightly covered his mouth as a helpless, low whine left his lips. "Dad..." It was barely a whisper. Corvo wasn't one to cry often, but the way his father had been ripped from this world while Corvo still had so much to share with the man... it overwhelmed him. It was selfish and he wasn't ready. The though kept repeating over and over until it became a white noise in his head.
Slowly he sat down with his back against the wall. Fighting to breathe. His head was spinning. His chest hurt. He ran a hand thorugh his dark curls and looked up. As he drew his hand from his hair the string holding his hair back in a ponytail fell and the curls managed to hide some of his face as he sat there. He tried to regain control of his thoughts, but to no avail. Fell had found a spot beside him to lie and tried to get him to focus on him, concerned about his master, who was clearly in distress.
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Dec 16, 2017 15:42:02 GMT
Khaal felt quite content, happy even, with the unfolding events of the battle royale. Not only were the fights entertaining, but now there had been two murders to boot, and everyone was panicking. The immortal, never in any rush, let others try to escape the barrier before long before he even bothered to. It was a surprise to him as well, when he failed to teleport himself out. There was some strong magic involved, and the chaos that spawned around him delighted the ancient man.
Still, Khaal was no fool, so when he wasn't fighting, or healing from that, the immortal spent his time walking the corridors, memorizing interesting nooks and crannies that he could use if things became too dicey down here. Through his taunts, he certainly wasn't making any friends, so he wouldn't be surprised if someone came for his head, once it sank in that there weren't really any rules down here. This time would be perfect for vanquishing enemies, and then pining the murders on the existing culprit.
Back in the more violent days of his life, that is exactly what he would've done.
Tsking at that train of thought, Khaal went along a corridor, heading for the chamber they had allotted him. He had eaten, made his memorizing rounds around the place and now it was time to let the new information sink in. The ancient man walked, not giving much of a sound thanks to his light leather armor. Even his blue cloak whispered after him quietly, as though too respectful to interrupt his master's thoughts. One Khaal's hand held a lit lantern in it, to ward off the darkness of the catacombs, another carried a small, leather-bound notebook, its parchments filled with charcoal sketches of places and people.
Finally, Khaal came upon his door, and without thinking opened it using one wrist. The rusted hinges creaked in protest, and it was then that he remembered having left the door open in the first place. Ancient blue eyes fell upon two figures, and at first he didn't recognize the prince, what with the dim light of his lantern and the miserable state of the young man.
"Your highness..." Khaal murmured, rarely so stunned, though it didn't stop him from closing the door behind him with a gentle motion. "My apologies for the intrusion." He said, tone smooth and seemingly worried. The man didn't move however, not knowing whether he had startled the lad bad enough for something foolish, or the canine at his side for that matter. And yet, despite being caught off guard and having to be cautious, his posture remained relaxed and confident.
After a moment he dared to shift a little, reaching aside to hang the lantern upon a hook on the wall with an elegant motion worthy of a nobleman. "You seem distressed, if I may notice." He said, and left the comment hanging in the air, tilting his head ever so slightly at the young prince.
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Post by Corvo Dufour on Jan 18, 2018 16:44:02 GMT
Corvo Dufour...
The prince's breath hitched as the sound of another voice crawled into his ears. His black dog had been at his side, the next second it was up and standing between his owner and the stranger, who must be renting the room they had wandered into. That or... The thought barreled through his anxiety and a cold feeling spread from the base of his neck and down his spine. Fear.
His hand reached for his sword with panicked motions, cold-sweat breaking out on his skin as his thoughts uncontrollably spiralled down around the thought that the stranger could have followed him, waited to get him alone and get rid of him. It was the perfect opportunity after all. His death would be blamed on whoever had pushed his father and the Humans would be one royal less. Was he going to die here at this stringers hand? His brown eyes looked at the strangers face with wild, panicked eyes. His breathing was ragged. His hands were shaking and his heart was beating so fast it just might jump through his chest.
He tried to swallow but his throat and mouth were parched.
He wanted to get up, get up and defend himself but this stranger with his calm expression seemed too great a threat for him to even move at the moment. His eyes fluttered between Fell and the stranger. Should he call the dog off? Should he...
His head was spinning. His mouth couldn't form words. He closed his mouth and noticed his lips were buzzing. He was breathing but the breaths were shallow and superficial. He had felt like this before... But... He couldn't seem to remember how he had dealt with it last time...
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Jan 27, 2018 13:02:11 GMT
The young prince wasn't just distressed, but downright spiraling. Khaal could hear his breath getting shorter, and could see panic settling in with every motion. His hand even went for the blade at his side, his loyal hound putting himself between the two of them. Both went ignored by the ancient man, his blue eyes flicking over the prince's form, an expression of false concern on his face. For the young man's wellbeing that is, not for his own. Khaal didn't consider him or the wolfdog a threat, per say. The boy was too scattered to wield a blade properly, and if push came to shove the immortal could vanish off to safety.
So unperturbed he was, that he actually considered doing the very thing the young prince feared he might be here to do. Oh, what chaos would erupt if both the king and the prince were killed in one day. The thought delighted him, but he had a taste of hesitation as well. He could teleport throughout the place, yes, but he couldn't wholly escape should a hunt on his head commence. That and perhaps this would be a lovely opportunity to slither in and plant some tiny seeds of chaos into the prince's head. Fresh loss was usually a grand time for such things.
None of these thoughts made it into his expression, of course. The ancient man stood still, seemingly stunned and worried about the prince using his rented room to, apparently, have a complete meltdown. "Eaaaasy now," Khaal said, voice soft and smooth as he raised his hands to show he meant no harm. That, of course, wasn't going to make the man's frightened state go away, but maybe it would stall the boy from going for his sword.
"I assure you, your highness, I mean you no harm." The immortal went on, voice hushed as though he was about to sing a lullaby, or read the prince a bedtime story. Still, there was an undeniable confidence in his tone, one of an old soul that guided countless others through the worst of their lives.
"Now, I need you to name five colors for me, and a few things you can see and hear." Khaalius said, a soft, reassuring smile appearing on his face. "Breathe in through your nose, and out through the mouth." He went on, demonstrating it a few times in a rhythm he thought the young man could manage in his current state. The immortal kept that up, seemingly with infinite patience, as he slowly crouched to the ground, his mind focusing on the other problem at hand. Gingerly, he offered the back of his hand to the hound if he cared to sniff it, all the while not making eye contact with the animal.
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