Raising a rebellion (Medieval fantasy Closed)

[whirlawind]

Emillia, the wisp, Tags-
"You....you have lovely eyes." It whispered. Her eyes widened "m-my eyes? You want my eyes?" She said in shock. The spirit didn't respond as it continued to touch her face and hair in soothing manners, but also seeming to admire the child's features. "You can take them, please I just want my family."
The hands suddenly stopped, and vanished the smoke moved forward forming a different set of hands, made entirely of mist except for the fingers which looked like black shards of glass. "It's a deal my lovely." It cooed the glass fingers traced the edge of her jaw sending chills through her. "The power you seek is that of a god, and the greater the power you seek the more deaths you must experience." He warned its fingers pulling back and moving to in front of her eyes, moving towards the edge of her eye sockets. She wanted to close her eyes at the sight, but for some reason couldn't "This will be painful." It warned.
Her eyes were wide with fear and she let out a shriek of pain-

Emillia jolted upright in her bed with a sharp cry. Her skin was icy and pale as she quickly got out of bed. The sudden bombardment of the memory in her dreams made her tremble and she tore through the bookshelfs contents on her wall till she found a small box with orange dried petals in it. She moved down the stairs with it clutched to her chest and walked over to the fireplace.
She had not bothered grabbing her blindfold, at the moment she was focused on preparing forget me tea. After her exchange she drank forget me tea to erase the memory in a once a month basis, but now the time span between her tea requirements were decreasing, soon she wouldn't be able to wash the memory away.
She was still breathing heavily as the tea stewed. She sat back and waited with a blanket wrapped around herself from one of the cots, she wasn't aware of how early it was or where she actually needed to be, she couldn't focus on it as wails leaked through the walls around her.

[silverlightcs]

| Akiria | Female | 19 | Shapeshifter | Elf | Spy |
Akiria awoke, her eyes snapping open. She looked over to where a small bit of sunlight filtered through into the room. It was not too long after dawn, she knew. Having spent much time here, she could usually tell. With a sigh, she flipped herself into a sitting position, waiting there for a few moments before standing up. It was the day they were going to leave..
Her icy eyes swept over the room before she walked over to the things she'd laid out the night before. As she checked over them, she remembered all she'd been thinking about-- 'No. You can't let that be a distraction. You can think about it later.' she told herself. The elf picked up her small sling bag that she usually carried because it didn't get in her way, and it was pretty good for putting what she needed inside. She put all the things she had taken out before into the bag, then looked to her right where the short sword she sometimes carried lay.
Akiria took up the sword, examining the grey-silver blade before sheathing it. She put her bag on as well and took off a dark band looped around her right wrist, tying up her long hair. Stepping out of the room, Akiria walked towards the town hall where they were supposed to meet. Perhaps she was a little early, but that was fine with her.

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"Good morning, Akiria,"
Vaxas said with a lazy smile when he saw that she had entered the town hall.
He moved to sit down next to his weapons on the bench, fiddling with the loose thread that held the gash in his glove tightly together.

"Did you sleep well?"
He tried to make his inquiry sound serious.
His attempt at directing his question to how well her performance was going to be today,
sounded rushed and full of care.
He disapproved of his own behaviour silently.

Vaxas didn't think that slightly larger age gaps were looked up upon in Frearie,
and if the ages between Vaxas and the girl he was pained for wasn't a big deal,
the fact that he was her superior, certainly would be.
Akiria was a spy.
Just a special soldier who put her skills to work for him.
To please the kingdom, to work for the royals.

Vaxas felt sick.
He couldn't love her, it would be all wrong.

[silverlightcs]

| Akiria | Female | 19 | Shapeshifter | Elf | Spy |
As Akiria walked into the town hall, she gave a small start when Vaxas spoke. She gave a small nod of acknowledgement and replied, "Good morning to you as well." The elf felt a twinge of awkwardness strike her. Though she was formal most of the time.. this bothered her a little. She was a little puzzled at his question's tone, but shook it off. "..Yes," Akiria said, though she hesitated a moment too long. 'What is with you today?' she thought to herself. She normally wasn't this.. the elf wasn't sure how to describe how she felt. It was strange, feeling this way, and she wasn't sure she particularly wanted to have it. Pushing out her thoughts once more, she tried to be as normal as possible. She looked around, breaking their eye contact to see if anyone else was around. There wasn't, so she guessed they'd both come somewhat early.

[MacabreSmile]

A-> Personal Guard to an idiot][Captain of many idiots}{Tagged: Vaxas}
A enters the town hall with an air of purpose. She stands with her spine straight, shoulders back, eyes narrowed. Nothing about her seems different, not really, she always looks this ready to kill, but for something about today makes her look cold. When her eyes set upon Vaxas, she approaches him at a regular pace, stopping in front of the commander with her arms folded behind her back. She nods politely to Akiria, then the commander. "Pardon, Commander Vaxas, but I wish to speak with you." A's voice is its typical politeness, the captain not letting her anger seep through.

Prince Malcolm-> Sleepy layabout][Crouching Tiger Hidden Bad*ss}{Tagged: }
Malcolm shrugs as A leaves him to go talk to Vaxy. He takes a seat by the window and lets himself doze off.

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"Excuse me for a second, Akiria."
Vaxas stands up, facing Captain A.

He had probably done something wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.
Vaxas' other option was thinking that there was something to discuss, though that would not be likely.
He was a 6'4" elf with a lean yet tough stature.
Strong, but not fearless.

"What's the issue, Captain?"

[MacabreSmile]

A-> Personal Guard to an idiot][Captain of many idiots}{Tagged: Vaxas}
"Yesterday I spoke to some of our new recruits about your testing methods." A begins, looking at Vaxas with a steely glare. "I must say commander, you didn't perform to my expectations." She sighs, shaking her head. "I trust you, commander, but this is unacceptable. I'm not angry, Vaxas, but I am disappointed." Her glare hardens, a look so cold it could freeze fire. Now it was obvious how she felt about this.

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Vaxas sighs.
He looks off towards Akiria before trying to explain.
He'd been quite stressed recently, and especially with his feelings fixated on her like that,
this little lecture was going to be a tough one to get through.

"We all have to take our anger out on something,"
He mutters, hiding his bloodied hands behind his back. His knuckles had been scraped up pretty badly, and Vaxas hadn't even been bothered to wash the blood off of them.

"Yes, Captain, I understand.

[balto.]

Mikayla|Female|Civilian|Tagged:

Mikayla let out a sigh as the sun rose, signaling that she would need to get moving. She stayed still for a moment, reluctant to move from the comfort of a bed, then forced herself out of the bed and donned her equipment. Once she was done with that she walked over to where a gold ring laid on a table. She picked it up, inspecting it closely. It had her family's emblem engraved in the center with a small blue gem in the center of that. She put the ring on, recalling how excited she had been when she had first gotten it. With her family dead she found the ring more of reminder how worthless she was, rather then a sign of honor and pride. She pushed the bitter memory away as she walked out of the inn and headed towards the town hall, refusing to acknowledge the emotions that were surging forward.

[MacabreSmile]

A-> Personal Guard to an idiot][Captain of many idiots}{Tagged: Vaxas}
"Vaxas..." A takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment as if she's trying to calm herself down. It's not working. "Show me your hands." She orders, seeing him try to hide them. She feels like she's dealing with a school child rather than a grown man.