Scarlet Rain ||Medieval Rp||

[honeyhues]

Summer nodded and waited for him, when he came back she gave a quick smile back. "Thank you very much" she said, Summer wasn't the best at conversation. So she nodded and walked back towards her patient getting the wraps ready. Sheep put the lasts of the wraps on his arm and sent him on his way.

[The Logical Rattie]

Princess Tori smiled and tilted her head as the man left. I could say the same to you. If I was anyone different you would've pried the information out of me. She thought to herself, gazing after him. She nibbled her lip. Oh... that had been fun. Perhaps they could talk again? She smiled to herself and turned towards the General. She broke into a grin. "Oh, a visit from the General? Am I in trouble?" She asked, biting her lip to hide a grin, feeling a bit impish at the moment.

Blake Cooper padded into the infirmary and glanced over to see Tamesis he grinned and laughed softly to himself before his eyes searched for Summer. When his eyes fell on her he broke into a smile and walked over to her with a clipped pace. He tapped her on the shoulder gently and dipped into a bow "My Lady... I have something for you, though I would prefer if you read it in privacy." He said with a grin, his eyes dancing as he looked her over. He smiled at the woman's patient before settling his eyes once more on Summer. He held out the slip of paper and offered another grin.

[honeyhues]

Summer jumped when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned around to see a man. "Alright" she said softly listening to his words. "What's this for?" She asked motioning for him to follow her. She walked towards the exit starting to open the paper up. Summer saw it was from the princess.
(Sorry wb)

[The Logical Rattie]

Blake Cooper grinned and The Messenger dipped into yet another bow as he followed after her "its from the princess. She is calling a meeting of the war leaders. You know in our usual place?" He murmured, his voice low and nearly inaudible. He didn't want anyone to hear. This was strictly business.

[vav.]

((sorry for not posting ono been p busy ^^;))
|Alice|Elite|19|Wandering town
Alice walked around the streets of the city. letting herself wander around, not having a real destination. She felt relaxed. With the problems of the throne and the city whispering 'rebellion', a bit like smoke, easy to sense, but almost instantly gone.She's been alert, and therefore more tired than usual. She bit into a pear she bought a little while ago, and her mind wandered. Alice's mind wandered to the thought of food, wondering if she forgot anything. Realizing she didn't she sat on the grond, touching the ground, she grew a bit of ivy, which she let climb onto her hand as she indulged on her own thoughts.

[S Y L A R]

Percival Gray
Percival was quite surprised when Tori's voice echoed through his head via magical connection. He sent his own message back, understanding her situation. Of course, my Lady. It seemed, however, that her shady guest had caught on, for the door opened abruptly and Riley slipped out, not sparing Percival a glance. Entering The Princess' study, he smiled broadly at her opening question. " Of course not, My Lady; if you were in trouble, I certainly wouldn't be the one accusing you." He cleared his throat and glanced back towards the door. The General was familiar with Riley, as he had seen him at the stables when tacking up Artemis for a ride. A foxlike man, always in other's business. "What was that all about?"

[honeyhues]

Summer nodded opening the parchment fully now. "Now?" She asked Summer read it over twice just to make sure she didn't miss anything. "I have a lot of patients but I guess for the princess I can leave for awhile" she murmured to herself but loud enough to hear. She folded the parchment and put it in her pocket turning her attention to the Messanger, awaiting for what he would say.

[The Logical Rattie]

(I've Killed off The Assassin! The person playing her has not responded to my messages. I will not be looking for a new person, but all of the Elite falls under the command of The General Now!)

Princess Tori smiled slightly and sat down in her chair, sliding the letter and the answering message from underneath her book, as well as gathering the several other letters she would have to discuss. She stood again and slipped the letters into a pile, sliding it into an envelope. She looked up at Percival and tilted her head. "He wanted to know what I was writing to the neighboring king." She said, quite simply. "I'm sure he also wanted to know what I am writing to the lords in this and the four surrounding kingdoms. I'm fairly sure, that is 'what it was all about'." She sighed and looked at the General offering a true smile, that was brief, but bright "Too bad he had forgotten that from birth nobles are created to lie and trick." She said. She blinked and suddenly stumbled as the room spun before her eyes. She caught herself on her desk and eased into a chair, trying to play it off as nothing. Now is not the time to tell.

Blake Cooper shook his head and smiled "No, My lady. Tonight. At our usual place. Midnight. I will tell the princess that you will be there." Blake bowed once more wit a charming smile before he turned abruptly and walked wit measured step out the door. Now... for the assassin. He started towards the young woman's study but was stopped abruptly by one of his own messengers, bearing a sad message that made him pale. The Assassin had been killed.

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.

[mewmew.]

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

Luka nods and slips it into his pocket. He quickly whipped his mind of his memories and soothed his anger. He could feel the warmth the stone had gathered from his hand through the fabric of his pants and focused on it as he calmed himself. With a sigh he waits a few seconds considering an answer before he replies to Ysmay's comment. "The Princess?" He asked and looked at Ysmay. "Well I like to know all the up to date information on who I am working for." He shrugs a shoulder as if it was nothing at all. "Its been awhile since I've heard about any new news anyways." He laced his fingers behind his head and leaned his head back, looking at the sky. He felt very relaxed sitting here. Actually more relaxed then he have ever felt in his life. He had never had the time even as a child to just sit down and breath. Maybe it was the beautiful scenery that made him feel so at ease? Or the company? Luka closed his eyes and listened to his breathing. "Why should it matter?" He was surprised that there wasn't a sharp tone at all to be found in his voice.

[correlate.]

Tamesis Leonard

Tamesis's mind lit up, and he meandered over to Louella's station. He'd like to call her Ella, sure. But he liked her given name much better. He just couldn't decide if sticking to it would be seen as unnecessary formality (likely) or if it would make him stand above the crowd (less likely). Footsteps startled him out of his brief reverie, and he stiffened as Blake waltzed into the room.
Another hurried exchange. More secrets.
He was fine with secrets. They always led to something delicious: jealously, hatred, suspicion, grudge, revenge. He kept Blake in his periphery and watched Louella tend to another patient. The former was difficult to do with such an attractive darling in front of him.
Tamesis wasn't an expert in flirting, no. It was more sport than vocation, and he quite enjoyed falling headfirst into the expressive doorway of girls' eyes only to land on the prickly tangle of their soul. He didn't want to start a ruckus in the infirmary -- not even in within the ranks -- but his mind ached for another game.
"Your magic... It reminds me of a painting I once saw on display at a street fair of the Mediterranean Sea. Do you know it?" he said quietly, pulling on a thoughtful mask just as Blake exited the room.
Hmph.