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Ella Brie
Location: Palace
Tags: Alastair
Date: Day After Fivana Fiasco
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Ella beamed as the Prince agreed to join her for a picnic, knowing she was one step closer to home. She hoped the 'princenapping' would go quickly and painlessly, for the Phoenix Squad but also for Prince Alastair. Once he'd been captured she was sure it would be easier for everyone if he was unharmed and, though she might deny it, from what she'd seen of him so far she wasn't sure she wanted the chivalrous prince to face any unnecessary cruelty.
The sound of footsteps followed by an apologetic look by Alastair and the Emperor was in the room with them. Ella did her best to ignore the feeling of dread that crept up inside her whenever he came anywhere near. If she slipped up, if he had any suspicion of what she really was, she knew it would be her head that rolled next. The Prince immediately dropped back into his exhausted act when his father entered the room and Ella shuffled a little to the side to be out of his way but the towering man didn't even aknowledge her. When an execution was mentioned Ella's stomach twisted into knots. What had she missed? Who was it this time? Traitors were executed and those traitors were usually rebels, with familiar faces and familiar names. Perhaps not people she'd ever spoken to, but often those that she'd passed in the earthen corridors of HQ as a child. Every time she had to watch an execution she would end up dreaming about one of her friends or her siblings or her parents down there and awake shuddering in the night. She couldn't help but feel a little panicked at the thought that perhaps one of the Phoenix Squad had been captured during their mission in Fivana. What if it was Lanette?
When Alastair began to speak Ella realised that perhaps she knew why he was putting on this show but the Emperor's reply, though slow and measured, was threatening enough to make her take another step back. Alastair was persistent though, and continued talking in his polite, well thought-out manner that made his father's reply seem even more shocking in comparison. Ella knew that Alastair and his father often didn't agree but for all the evil Emperor Brungard held within him, she never though he'd strike his son. Her hand shot to her mouth to stifle a tiny gasp as the sound of the slap echoed around her. Still, even that was less shocking than hearing the familiar name of the person who was to be executed. Hope. Arrietta's father and the son of Samuel Brie, her mother's cousin, who was being tortured for information. Or at least he had been, another shot of panic went through her when she wondered if he'd finally caved in and revealed the location of headquarters to the Emperor. Why else would they be executing him now? But the sound of the door closing and Alastair's voice reminded her that she couldn't afford to feel right now, she had her own mission.
The Prince seemed angry, even as he apologised and offered an explanation.
"I don't think it's me that needs worrying about." She reached up and turned his head, carefully to avoid smudging the make-up, checking to make sure that the slap hadn't broken the skin. It wasn't a romantic gesture, but that of a healer worrying about even the smallest injury.
"I have all I need here." She gestured to the hamper she still held in one hand, "Leaving soon sounds like a wonderful idea."
Ella couldn't wait to leave the palace, especially with the Emperor in such a mood, and leaving early would perhaps give the Prince a chance to actually enjoy the picnic before the Phoenix Squad arrived. She couldn't help to feel rather guilty once more about what she was about to do to him. Especially since it seemed that he had just saved the life of her best friend's dad, or at least preserved it for another day.
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Brenn Lucast a
Location: Train Tags:
Onyx
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Brenn chuckled as Onyx spoke their thought process aloud and came to the conclusion as to why the wheelie bin was used. He nodded at the idea of extra credit for the buffet.
"Oh, but I wish I could have brought you something back. They had real meat, Onyx, none of that bug powder. And actual fruit, in every colour you could possibly imagine."
When his friend found themself a comfy position on next to him on the train seat Brenn also brought his knees up, mimicking Onyx's position. The train felt so much safer and more comfortable than the mission they had just been on that he almost hoped that the train would be delayed and they could stay here for the rest of the week.
Brenn made no comment as Onyx quickly switched their words to prevent from calling the woman who birthed them 'mother'. He knew she was an unpleasant lady, even if Onyx didn't often display the emotions to show it, and couldn't help but feel anger that anyone could show anything less than love and warmth towards his best friend.
"You would revolutionise Sixney." Brenn informed them, "Perhaps I would be mayor of Fivana." He decided, "It's where Dad is from, and I'm kind of going to miss all these colours. We would be neighbours! I'd probably want to teach the Fivanian's a little common sense though." Despite his mother being Twodorian, and perhaps Twodor and all its hugs being a little more Brenn's style, he barely contemplated it. Perhaps because for as long as he'd known his mother, Ceri Lucasta was not very Twodorian. She was too angry, focused only on vengeance for her 'eldest' son. She may have had Brenn and his sister but they were born as tools for the rebellion and she'd never love them as much as she had loved her first-born. Still, Brenn could never claim that she didn't care for them and perhaps he would change his mind if they ever visited Twodor.
When Onyx asked about them being late back for the mission Brenn began chewing his lip before bursting out with, "Caleb died." He'd had time to think about what had happened now, but it didn't seem to be getting any easier to cope with. "Obviously not permanently or anything." He clarified, since Caleb was quite clearly not dead. "But James hit in the neck with a knife and we had to watch him bleed to death, there on the floor. He appeared right back behind us but.. but I can't see anyone else die, Onyx! Not Lanette, not Gavotte, not Naevys, not even Jen and certainly not you!" He shuddered just at the thought, speaking softly so as to not wake anyone despite the emotion in his voice. "But we're rebels, that's what we're supposed to do. We're meant to be willing to die.. to die for our cause. And what can we even do about it? If we don't do it, people will die anyway under Emperor Brungard." He relaxed a little after his outburst of emotions, some of the weight on his chest lifted. "Sorry, I guess it was a little traumatic." He looked sheepish, "It's Caleb that should be stressed out. Not me."
Ella Brie
Location: Palace
Tags: Alastair
Date: Day After Fivana Fiasco
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Ella beamed as the Prince agreed to join her for a picnic, knowing she was one step closer to home. She hoped the 'princenapping' would go quickly and painlessly, for the Phoenix Squad but also for Prince Alastair. Once he'd been captured she was sure it would be easier for everyone if he was unharmed and, though she might deny it, from what she'd seen of him so far she wasn't sure she wanted the chivalrous prince to face any unnecessary cruelty.
The sound of footsteps followed by an apologetic look by Alastair and the Emperor was in the room with them. Ella did her best to ignore the feeling of dread that crept up inside her whenever he came anywhere near. If she slipped up, if he had any suspicion of what she really was, she knew it would be her head that rolled next. The Prince immediately dropped back into his exhausted act when his father entered the room and Ella shuffled a little to the side to be out of his way but the towering man didn't even aknowledge her. When an execution was mentioned Ella's stomach twisted into knots. What had she missed? Who was it this time? Traitors were executed and those traitors were usually rebels, with familiar faces and familiar names. Perhaps not people she'd ever spoken to, but often those that she'd passed in the earthen corridors of HQ as a child. Every time she had to watch an execution she would end up dreaming about one of her friends or her siblings or her parents down there and awake shuddering in the night. She couldn't help but feel a little panicked at the thought that perhaps one of the Phoenix Squad had been captured during their mission in Fivana. What if it was Lanette?
When Alastair began to speak Ella realised that perhaps she knew why he was putting on this show but the Emperor's reply, though slow and measured, was threatening enough to make her take another step back. Alastair was persistent though, and continued talking in his polite, well thought-out manner that made his father's reply seem even more shocking in comparison. Ella knew that Alastair and his father often didn't agree but for all the evil Emperor Brungard held within him, she never though he'd strike his son. Her hand shot to her mouth to stifle a tiny gasp as the sound of the slap echoed around her. Still, even that was less shocking than hearing the familiar name of the person who was to be executed. Hope. Arrietta's father and the son of Samuel Brie, her mother's cousin, who was being tortured for information. Or at least he had been, another shot of panic went through her when she wondered if he'd finally caved in and revealed the location of headquarters to the Emperor. Why else would they be executing him now? But the sound of the door closing and Alastair's voice reminded her that she couldn't afford to feel right now, she had her own mission.
The Prince seemed angry, even as he apologised and offered an explanation.
"I don't think it's me that needs worrying about." She reached up and turned his head, carefully to avoid smudging the make-up, checking to make sure that the slap hadn't broken the skin. It wasn't a romantic gesture, but that of a healer worrying about even the smallest injury.
"I have all I need here." She gestured to the hamper she still held in one hand, "Leaving soon sounds like a wonderful idea."
Ella couldn't wait to leave the palace, especially with the Emperor in such a mood, and leaving early would perhaps give the Prince a chance to actually enjoy the picnic before the Phoenix Squad arrived. She couldn't help to feel rather guilty once more about what she was about to do to him. Especially since it seemed that he had just saved the life of her best friend's dad, or at least preserved it for another day.
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Brenn Lucast a
Location: Train Tags:
Onyx
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Brenn chuckled as Onyx spoke their thought process aloud and came to the conclusion as to why the wheelie bin was used. He nodded at the idea of extra credit for the buffet.
"Oh, but I wish I could have brought you something back. They had real meat, Onyx, none of that bug powder. And actual fruit, in every colour you could possibly imagine."
When his friend found themself a comfy position on next to him on the train seat Brenn also brought his knees up, mimicking Onyx's position. The train felt so much safer and more comfortable than the mission they had just been on that he almost hoped that the train would be delayed and they could stay here for the rest of the week.
Brenn made no comment as Onyx quickly switched their words to prevent from calling the woman who birthed them 'mother'. He knew she was an unpleasant lady, even if Onyx didn't often display the emotions to show it, and couldn't help but feel anger that anyone could show anything less than love and warmth towards his best friend.
"You would revolutionise Sixney." Brenn informed them, "Perhaps I would be mayor of Fivana." He decided, "It's where Dad is from, and I'm kind of going to miss all these colours. We would be neighbours! I'd probably want to teach the Fivanian's a little common sense though." Despite his mother being Twodorian, and perhaps Twodor and all its hugs being a little more Brenn's style, he barely contemplated it. Perhaps because for as long as he'd known his mother, Ceri Lucasta was not very Twodorian. She was too angry, focused only on vengeance for her 'eldest' son. She may have had Brenn and his sister but they were born as tools for the rebellion and she'd never love them as much as she had loved her first-born. Still, Brenn could never claim that she didn't care for them and perhaps he would change his mind if they ever visited Twodor.
When Onyx asked about them being late back for the mission Brenn began chewing his lip before bursting out with, "Caleb died." He'd had time to think about what had happened now, but it didn't seem to be getting any easier to cope with. "Obviously not permanently or anything." He clarified, since Caleb was quite clearly not dead. "But James hit in the neck with a knife and we had to watch him bleed to death, there on the floor. He appeared right back behind us but.. but I can't see anyone else die, Onyx! Not Lanette, not Gavotte, not Naevys, not even Jen and certainly not you!" He shuddered just at the thought, speaking softly so as to not wake anyone despite the emotion in his voice. "But we're rebels, that's what we're supposed to do. We're meant to be willing to die.. to die for our cause. And what can we even do about it? If we don't do it, people will die anyway under Emperor Brungard." He relaxed a little after his outburst of emotions, some of the weight on his chest lifted. "Sorry, I guess it was a little traumatic." He looked sheepish, "It's Caleb that should be stressed out. Not me."