Scarlet Rain ||Medieval Rp||

[mewmew.]

•Luka•
•Luka Delancy / 25 / Informant / Darkness•

Luka looked to his feet as he felt a change. He smiled as he took notice that this girl was very extravagant when it came to her magic. He fallowed the faint trail of butterflies with his eyes till they ended at the rooftops. A dark shadow glided gracefully across them and Luka shook his head in disbelief. Did he really want to extend all of his energy on one single chase like this? It seemed like he did. He made his way to his carriage and took off his cloak placing it in the hands of one of his servants. Then he ordered them away. Informing them he had other ways of transportation. Which meant walking. Something he realized he did not do enough. He studied the way Ysmay had taken and started to crack his fingers contemplating one last time if he really wanted to follow. He kept his place near his carriage till it jerked and rolled away leaving him behind. He had no choice now. He forced his way through the crowd. At times he would ruthlessly have to push someone out of his way. He kept his eyes up. Unlike her, Luka wasn't as talented as running on the rooftops. That was probably why he wasn't an assassin. He could do his job as a spy easily by just fooling the king and his trusted men. Once or twice Luka lost sight of the shadow and fear struck him. But then he would see her bounding over a small gap and he would take to the turns and twists of alley ways.

[The Logical Rattie]

Ysmay smiled as she suddenly stopped and glanced behind her. She led him towards the center of the city, towards the huge garden, full of trees and flowers- even rare ones. The heart of the city. As she came to the ending of the houses she simply let herself fall backwards, sliding down the slant of the roofs until she could catch herself on the edge. She dropped to the ground, landing in a puff of dust. She smiled to herself, listening for Luka as she slipped into the trees and settled on a bench, pulling her hood down to expose her face, flushed slightly from the run. Here, she decided, would be the best place to show Luka how the little stone in his hands worked.

[mewmew.]

•Luka•
•Luka Delancy / 25 / Informant / Darkness•

As she slipped down from the roofs Luka stopped to watch from a distance. She had moved with a grace that was strictly only for those like her. Killers. Assassins. Luka took in a deep breath to try and even his breathing before he moved on. He took shame to think he was as fit as he use to be and knowing that that run had severely winded him. He walked the rest of his way till he came to a secluded area. As he came to it he looked around in awe. This place full of beauty. A garden that seemed to just walk out of a child's fairy tale story. As he looked around he smiled. He really would like to paint this place. Maybe one day when it was over. ALL of it was over. He would return to this garden with his canvas and paint so he could capture this beauty. When he had taken in enough for the plants he turned his attention to Ysmay. She was sitting on a bench and her cheeks where flushed under her golden speckle skin. "You are a very hard person to follow, milady." He commented amusingly. He rubbed his thumb over the emerald once again and it brought his mind back to more pressing issues. "Why should I have followed you?" It took him long to think his words over before he actually spoke them.

[The Logical Rattie]

Ysmay Rowantree tilted her head and nibbled at her lip "Hm... well, my lord, do you know what you have in your hand?" she murmured, relaxing back as she drank in the sun, much like a flower. Her hands were placed on the bench out beside her and her ankles crossed in a very elegant manner. Delicate vines had begun to eagerly crawl towards her, drinking in her magic as if they were beggars being thrown money. In all honesty they were depleting her magic stores... but... oh well. Who cares, right? Ysmay sure didn't. The young lady offered a small smile and tilted her head the other way, wispy bangs falling over her eyes, the green orbs glimmering as she waited for him to answer. Perhaps he did know and he had followed her for nothing? "Would you like a hint?" She asked teasingly, leaning forwards slightly, after a small moment's pause. Her tone was carefree, light and airy and her lashes half-lidded her eyes.

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

(anyone free for Aniya to go and visit or is she just lurking??)

[correlate.]

Tamesis Leonard

"I'll try not to be a bother," Tamesis said, smirking at Louella. "But I think what a bother is often comes down to individual definition." He winked, staring at her with a fire in his eye for a moment more.
Turning his head about, he surveyed the rest of the tiny room. Well, it wasn't tiny, but it was... Tiny. It was well-organized, but it had what, in his opinion, was little room to move around.
"Raise your hand if you like your current set-up," he said suddenly to no one in particular, jumping to his feet in one swift motion. "Come on now, don't be shy. Raise it."
He wondered how many would say they did, whether out of fear or actual truth. It didn't matter to him either way.

[Luna~tic]

Male
19
Healer
Tired|
Annoyed
Infirmary

Jack Goodwill

Jack nodded his thanks to Ella, taking a bite of his pear after washing his hands, before turning to the next patient. Hearing Tamesis, his blood boiled slightly, the man had come in hear to watch for some reason, and now he was distracting them from their work, Look, we're trying to work here, we don't want any silly questions asked, there are sick people we need to stop from dying. He said harshly. slightly out of character yet he was tired from not having a break all day, and the fact that Tamesis could just waltz in here made him quite annoyed. He grumbled under his breath as he turned back to the patient, his hands swiftly wrapping up the boy's sprained ankle, while entertaining him with swirls of blue magic. The magic turned once more, before gathering around his bound ankle and slowly sinking in.

[mewmew.]

(@Moonorchard's Legacy: there was another person in the common room with you.)

•Luka•
•Luka Delancy / 25 / Informant / Darkness•

Slowly he made his way to Ysmay as she spoke. "Enlighten me love." He raised an eyebrow and studied Ysmay. He admired how her magic pulled in the nature around her. It was like they had to touch her to live. They striven to. He wasn't blessed with such a pure magic. His wasn't as equal when it came to purity. But what else would you expect from darkness? Luka stretched out his hand towards her, palm up. The little emerald sat in his hand and it was cool against his palm. He was extremely interested in this little stone. What did it have to do with the Princess and the rebellion? Did it have anything to do with the tense feeling that seemed to be spreading within the army?

[Paíntedwínd]

(Sorry for absence. Any replies to Riley or Hanna?)

[The Logical Rattie]

Ysmay Rowantree smiled, her green eyes flicking to his face as she reached out to grab the small stone. She smiled and tapped the seat next to her. "Would you sit?" She murmured. She grinned and used her other hand to trace it over her stone, as her fingers ran over it, the rough parts suddenly fell away and the stone grew. Now in her hand was a palm-sized sphere. "Its a memory orb." she breathed, her eyes on the stone, as she spoke, green magic made her words animated as it dragged over the stone. Suddenly, memories began to flutter across the stone, seeping out to dance around Ysmay's head. "You can use it to see your own memories, to show someone, or you can use it to find out the memories of others. Its a very good tool to use." Ysmay murmured. The scene began to morph into the memories from moments ago, when Ysmay had first seen Luka. She offered the stone to Luka. "All you need is for the other person- or yourself- to use magic in the presence of the stone. You try." She murmured, cutting off her magic.

Princess Tori hesitated for a moment, startled that he could guess things so easily. How did he do that? After a moment, Tori slowly pulled her hand from his (she wasn't fond of being touched so casually. Particularly by men. She was a princess after all.), trying to be as polite as possible while still asserting herself, all the while watching him carefully from underneath heavy eyelashes. She didn't know what he was playing at. And that worried her a bit. But she would play along. "Why... your concern is quite..." she searched for a suitable word. The one her mind came up with, made her cringe a bit mentally. Oh how she loathed games like this, where two persons (usually nobles) were merely batting back and forth such little and useless nothings. "...endearing. But, I'm afraid I have not a notion of what you are speaking of, Sir Matthews. Stress is a common factor in everyone's life. From the poor to the rich. You learn to live with it or crumple under its weight." She murmured in her airy way. Seemingly perfectly at ease. Suddenly her mind switched to a brilliant idea and after a long moment, she dropped her head and slumped her shoulders, her neutral 'mask' crumbling. Suddenly looking like the perfect picture of a stressed out and almost defeated princess that had been hiding behind a noble's pride. She sank into her chair, her forehead falling into her palm, her dress dancing about her ankles with a soft, whispering sounds "And I suppose I would fall under those whom are crumpling." She whispered, just barely loud enough for him to hear, her eyes on the ground. "I just don't know what to do..."