Royal Engagements {Paused/Open}

[Consulting_Angel]

Nicholas Rainier
18|Male|Bisexual
Golden Champion
Tagged: Marcel, Phoebe,
Desmond

As another prince approached the group, Nicholas glanced over at him, hesitantly. Although the prince's outfit was respectable for a prince, he could quickly tell that this prince - Desmond, as he'd introduced himself as - was definitely closer in personality to Marcel. He wasn't too sure how these princes could be so carefree and energetic - they were here to represent their kingdoms and prepare to take the throne when it was time, weren't they?

He was slightly embarrassed by how Marcel had introduced him to Desmond, but he quickly, yet calmly, made his correction. "My name is Nicholas. It is nice to meet you, Prince Desmond." Nicholas said, and then he held out a hand towards the Prince, hoping that this time he'd be successful in getting a handshake. "I had been suggesting that we take a look around the Palace a little more, or we go to the dining room early, to make certain we're there in time for the feast."

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 "𝐃𝐄𝐒" 𝐌𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘
xxxxexplorer • cismale • twenty • bisexual • tags: marcel, phoebe, and nicholas • location: in the halls

Turning to the taller male as he offered to make conversation, genuinely amused at the prince's carefree attitude, Desmond had no trouble feeding off of the black-haired male's chaotic energy. "Oh, you've no idea, doll. It takes time to look this good." Playing off of the remark on his lateness, Desmond shot a teasing air-blown kiss to the stranger before cracking a laugh, offering a charming smile as the male then introduced the small group. Scoffing in amusement at the introduction of a new nickname, Desmond playfully rolled his eyes and decided to yet again play along, offering a nickname of his own "Pleasure to meet you as well, Marcy." Turning to the other two standing beside Marcel, the prince grinned and temporarily ignored the troublemaker as he offered a friendly retort to Nicholas' self-introduction "Pleasure as well, Nicholas. And while I'm certain that this one here didn't give your name justice, same goes to you, miss." Motioning back to Marcel, Desmond let out a chuckle and gladly accepted Nicholas' handshake, then responding to his statement about roaming the palace on their own "Oh, cool, sounds good to me! To be completely honest, being early to a meal is never a bad thing; call me dramatic, but I'm famished from the day's work."

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Nicholas

Marcel laughs, seeing the game Desmond is playing. He smiles and winks "I dunno, Marcy has a lovely ring to it." He laughs again and pushes himself off the wall, and running his hand through his hair. "I agree. Meals are always fun. But I wanna scope out this new area. Especially if Nicky is up to it haha. Imagine the mischief." he sighs wistfully at that last word....as he says Nicky he smiles and blushes ever so slightly, amused with another nickname for the proper prince

[Consulting_Angel]

Nicholas Rainier
18|Male|Bisexual
Golden Champion
Tagged: Marcel, Phoebe,
Desmond

He did not know the name of the princess that was with the group, otherwise he would have also made corrections on her name as well, but he assumed that she'd go ahead and introduce herself soon anyway.
He was a little exasperated at the fact that chaotic energy that was surrounding both Marcel and Desmond was clearly not going to let up, and he was rather concerned that neither of them took their positions or roles as princes seriously... or the fact that they were here seriously either.
Still, he was glad for the handshake, so at least not all manners were lost, and he withdrew his hand after the shake. "You don't appear as though you've been starved. Have you had food withheld?" Nicholas asked, the metaphor and dramaticness of the statement entirely going over his head, and becoming rather concerned. Was that a normal practice in other kingdoms?

The mention of mischief made Nicholas tense up a little. "I don't think anyone should do anything dangerous or rule-breaking." Nicholas said, cautiously, folding his arms across his chest. He didn't want anyone getting into any trouble. "I was just thinking a simple walk around to get our bearings, and then going to the dining room to wait for the feast." he explained.

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Nicholas

Marcel gives Nicholas a playful, almost so much to the point its flirty, look. "You worry too much, Nicky. I just was thinking real low level rule breaking mischief~ y'know, ditching guards, leaving the palace, sneaking food. The normal stuff." He gives him a mischievous grin. "There can't be perfect good boys like you without dirty bad boys like myself, y'know.~~" He laughs, putting his hand in his pocket. Something about him changes as he talks about getting in trouble. a weird aura of Joy and Chaos surrounds the tall troublemaker

[Squirrelstar123]

|| Phoebe Castillo | Female | Twenty | Supporter | Location; Hallway | Tags; Marcel, Nicholas, Desmond ||

Another boy joined their growing group introductions were made. Not wanting to be the miss 'I've lied but only will partially admit it'. She quickly jumped in to introduce herself. "I'm Phoebe, and it's a pleasure to meet you all." She said, kind of embarrassed that she seemed so slow at the conversations. When the conversation shifted to what they should do, Phoebe debated if she should join then or not. Marcel seemed only intent on causing possible trouble and she wasn't sure if she is wanted to get into that on her first day. "I think I will settle for some food. Exploring is always better on a full stomach anyway " Phoebe added in.

[hysteria.]

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G E N E V I E V E
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➢ || female || 20
role; social butterfly
location; palace
tags; thea

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➢ Gen grinned and bobbed an exaggerated curtsey, "Pleasure to meet you Miss 'of the Northern Isles'." Turning to look back the way she came, the princess could hear the murmur of voices emanating from the open castle doors. "Well, luckily for you I am just excellent at meeting new people," she said with a smile and comical flick of her hair, returning her gaze to Thea. From first impressions alone, Genevieve surmised that Thea was introverted and rather shy - evidently somewhat of a book-lover as well. Hearing the loud guffaw of her brother's voice, Gen's eyebrows drew together in a small, worried frown as she hoped Marcel wasn't scandalising any of the other royals with his trouble-making attitude. "Right, well you must come and meet my brother at any rate - he's... a bit much but loads of fun." And so, with a beckoning hand, Genevieve turned on her heel and headed towards the palace, hoping her newfound friend would follow.

[Firealone]

Auguste Mcafferty(craftsman)|cismale|17|Pan|Loc:his room/hallway|tags:none

Auguste did not share the same excitement his brother did. If he could he’d marry one of his own inventions really. But he tried to smile for Desmond. He’d always been a little envious of how easily he got along with people, always able to be a part of the conversation. He wasn’t so lucky.

He could barely keep from slipping as his brother dragged him past the ornate gates. Before long, his brother was leaving him, surely to go make new friends and find the perfect suitor to make their parents happy. He rolled his eyes at the kiss and found his room. Auguste thanked the servants that brought his various heavy objects into his room. He automatically missed his work room and the familiar twangy smell of metal and home. He reminded himself that that wasn’t what he was here for. Auguste unpacked his various clothes. Expensive suits and tuxes seemed to look back at him. He shut the case again and opened the largest, heaviest case the servants brought. He would worry about unpacking later.

The familiar smell greeted him as he unlocked the case. He immediately felt better, more relaxed. Auguste took out one of the items: a broken clock and flipped it over. He needed somewhere to work that could get dirty(his tool box was full of greasy tools). Grabbing the tool box from the case, Auguste gently held the clock close to him. He opened the door, hoping to sneak past his brother and the other royalty that had gathered a few doors down. He didn’t feel like interacting with anyone, and he’d be forced to at some point. He might as well hold out for a while.

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Auguste

Marcel spots the prince as he tries to slip by. He looks at him, tenses up and raises his eyebrow, "Hey, you." He looks like hes prepared to attack at any moment. At least Desmond or Nicholas could tell Marcel was anxious. Seeing Auguste try to sneak off made him upset, worried he might be headed towards the garden, which is where his sister was off to. He stands taller and gives him a suspicious look before frowning, "Where ya goin'?"

[Firealone]

Auguste Mcafferty(craftsman)|cismale|17|Pan|Loc:his room/hallway|tags:none

He winced and turned around. Shifting the clock a bit and hiding his tool box behind his legs. “I have to go fix this tock...I mean clock!” Auguste finally made eye contact with his confronter. He was scary, standing a couple inches taller than he was. He wanted to run, but resisted the urge. He was weighed down by his two objects in his hand and wouldn’t get too far in the first place. Auguste looked at his brother, silently pleading with him for some help.