Scarlet Rain ||Medieval Rp||

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

calling me moon is fine guys and I don't think she's on at the moment so me and Aniya will simply lurk for a while.)

[S Y L A R]

Percival Gray
Percival rubbed his temples, contemplating the question at hand. He, too, thought it useless to try to force the princess into the infirmary. He shifted his weight, taking another moment to ponder his options. "Well, I suppose we could just wait and see what she's like at the meeting, and then decide for ourselves if we should seek medical attention for her. She may feel better after she's told us what's on her mind..." Percival couldn't help but doubt his words. However, it was the best thing he could think of. Any suggestion of having Tori checked on by healers would most likely result in her locking herself in her quarters; and that was something he actively tried to avoid.


Louella Gale
Louella whipped around when she heard Tamesis' voice, hair flitting around her face. She was confused to why he was even asking such a question. The infirmary was quaint, and rather crowded; but it was, to Louella, home. She opened her mouth to explain this to Tamesis, but was interrupted by Jack's rather irritated comeback. oh dear, please don't start arguing, she silently wished. She sent a brief, but pleading glance in Jack's direction. She was the one who brought Tamesis here, and she felt responsible for Jack's annoyance. She turned to Tamesis and adressed him in a gentle tone. "I suppose it's a little crowded, but we honestly wouldn't want to work anywhere else..." She held eye contact, hoping he would understand.

[Paíntedwínd]

(I have Hanna free if anyone wants to RP)

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..."

Riley Matthews

Princess Tori flinched at his touch and gently withdrew her hand. But his plan wasn't totally at a loss. After Tori explained to him that she was stressed, yet must learn to cope with it, she contradicted herself and slid into her chair, her calm air falling off and the stress behind the situation evident on her face. Soon, Riley would have his information; if Tori wasn't so smart he might not have to be all that charming. He stepped closer to her but didn't touch her this time. I understand that stress comes daily. But, it should not be the only thing in your day. You need to get whatever is on your mind out, so that you might not be so burdened. If Milady is in a state of doubt, perhaps I could be of assistance. He said with false humility, his gaze not meeting hers and he dropped his shoulders in what appeared to be a submissive manner. He was quite the fox, and he knew all about body language and charm. If he looked and played the subordinate, just wanting to help his sovereign, maybe she would spill the beans. Milady, you have been tossed out of your kingdom, had your throne stolen, had an enemy king write to you, and you have no idea how you shall reclaim your throne. It is a terrible hardship you are facing and if there is anything I can do, please let me know. Riley said, feeling most proud. He had slipped his intention right in the middle of his sentence where it would not be noticed. He was determined to find out what she was writing back; purely for the purpose of gossip. His deep, amber eyes then flicked up and gazed at her reassuringly.

[The Logical Rattie]

Princess Tori looked up at him and offered a tired smile "You're mistaken." she murmured "I am merely fighting to place my brother on the throne. I have to free my brother and then kill my other one. Women can't rule." She stated, quite simply. She stood and tilted her head "How do you know a enemy king has written me?" She asked, a bit sharply. She frowned and shook her head. Though, everything was falling into place. She was toying with the man. She would give him something useless that had come from the same lord. She turned away and walked towards the bookshelf in her study. She pulled out a letter. "But... now that you mention it... I do... have a big decision to make..." She murmured slowly.

Blake Cooper nodded slowly and sighed "I agree. I should... I should probably send these letters out." He sighed and bowed to the general, two papers in his hands "Is that alright with you?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow. He knew it would be 'okay' but he asked for respect reasons. Blake suddenly blinked as he felt the princess's magic. He frowned and glanced at the general "Perhaps you could talk to the princess before the meeting? She might tell you something..." He trailed off.

Oliver Cromwell glanced up and frowned, watching and listening. "It doesn't matter if we like it or not, sir. Its not like we could do anything but. This is the only way we can heal the commoners as well." He said simply, rolling his eyes as he turned back to his most recent patient. He didn't mind the other male... but he was still annoyed by the man's question.

[correlate.]

Tamesis Leonard

Tamesis flinched, eyes darting from the dark-haired boy to Louella and back again. "I am sorry to disturb," he offered this time to the entire room. "However, I did not shout, so I hope at least that is in my favor."
I'm just as I was as a child, he thought, a wave of self-pity rolling over him. He usually waited his turn, obeyed social graces. But occasionally he reverted back to his days as an only child, when he had all of his mother's love and attention, and shouted mercilessly for the entire world to hear.
A shadow passed over his face.
Quickly, however, it was overtaken by his trademark grin. "Thank you for your opinion, Louella. I just wanted to make the room a bit brighter, you see. I want you all to be happy."

[honeyhues]

Summer looked back real quick hearing a conversation strike up. Usually it was quite in the infirmary not many people liked to talk. She was just about done with a patient as she was hearing the conversation just a little, seeing she was out of wraps she turned back. " Oliver, do you know where there are more wraps?" She asked softly, eyeing Tamesis a little.
(Sorry I havent been on)

[S Y L A R]

Percival Gray
Percival nodded. "Of course. I won't keep you from it any longer." He started towards the door, but halted when Blake spoke again. He turned towards the younger man again. "I will. We'll see if I can't soften our worries. You'll be the first to know the verdict." With that, he nodded once again, and left Blake's study. He glanced over to Artemis. The horse would have to wait. This was much more important. His feet led him down the familiar path to the Princess' study. Once outside, he straightened himself, and prepared a fist to knock on the door. Before he could, he registered voices already inside. The princess wasn't alone. No matter. He was a patient man. Raising his fist once again, he rapped three times and waited.


Louella Gale
Louella registered a brief sadness in Tamesis' eyes, and it suprised her greatly. With his next comment, she smiled. He really did mean well, and Louella couldn't help but like him. "Um, you can call me Ella, if you'd like... And I appreciate it, Tamesis." His presence was certainly a change she welcomed, and she wanted him to feel welcomed, too. She gestured to her work area. "You can come watch closer, if you'd like..." She gave him a friendly smirk, and ushered in her next patient.

[mewmew.]

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.

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

Luka took the stone back. In the shape of an orb now it was strange to his fingers. He quietly focused on the task at hand. Magic flowed from and the world around him felt dark. The magic was a color then blood itself but was nonetheless red. The plants around Luka cringed away at the feel of the darkness.In some ways it might have made him smile. But at this moment he was focused on the orb. The memories that played where simple ones. They went back to the morning before he came here when he was home staring out his window contemplating his life. And went to him walking in the streets brushing past a man with his hands outstretched begging. Luka hadn't even noticed the man fully and it made him flinch now looking at the memories. Something changed in the memories. They grew darker. Violent nights, killings, everything he had seen that was corrupted since he was a child. Things that he didn't even take notice to. Suddenly his magic stopped. He handed the orb back to Ysmay. "I am done." He hissed through teeth. His jaws set. There was one memory in all of that that he did not want to think about.

[The Logical Rattie]

Blake Cooper nodded slightly and slid out of his office as well, locking the door behind him. He stopped and looked around. He felt like someone had been trying to hear their conversation. He shook his head and started towards the infirmary. He knew miss Summer would be there. He sighed and walked with a clipped pace, the letters folded in his hands.

Ysmay Rowantree's eyes had locked on the visions, almost in horror-- although she- at the same moment as the plants- had cringed away from the magic. She was terrified of darkness, even though that was the kind of element she worked in at night. Terrified of not being able to see. Being alone. She swallowed and offered a shaky smile. Some of the memories she had seen in his, she could relate to. Some reminded her of that night. She didn't reach out to take the stone, however. "Its yours. Perhaps it will come in handy in time." she murmured, her hands slipping into her pocket and trailing over her own little orb. She made them, simply enough. She sighed and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "You seemed very intent on getting information about my cousin..." She began, trailing off. Trying to get a conversation started.

Oliver Cromwell looked up and offered a small smile "In the linens closet, Ma'am." He said instantly. He wiped off his hands and dismissed his current patient "I will get some... I need more anyhow..." he murmured, gathering his dirtied cloths and such, as he began moving towards the lines closet. He grabbed three whole stacks and walked back with measured steps. He split up the stack and handed half of it to Summer with a little smile.

Princess Tori's head jerked towards the door and her magic snaked out and fluttered into the General's mind she sent a thought into the General's mind via this magic connection Sorry. I'm acting at the moment, I have suspicions about the man before me. Could you wait there and stop me from doing anything stupid? she thought, her eyes sliding back to Riley.

[Paíntedwínd]

Riley Matthews

You were too forward. He scolded himself. He should have known Tori wouldn't have taken to the whole "it's about you" thing, and he should have known she wouldn't have fallen for the "it's your throne not anyone else's" trick. Tori was far too defensive and she knew what he was like. What a great girl, he thought quietly. A knock on the door stopped his thoughts. By looking at his shoes that could be seen through the gap at the bottom of the door, Riley could tell it was the General. Riley often looked at people's attire and so he knew what the General's shoes were and could tell. Not to mention, the two often went to the stables and Riley saw the General there a lot as they both had horses. Riley turned and then leaned into Tori's ear. Well played Princess. He winked at her, and then opened the door and slipped out, leaving many of her questions unanswered. Now, he would probably go to the Dancing Rose hall (is that what it's called? XD), or to the stables. He would have to find out about the letter by other means.