Advisory Unneeded (semi-lit+)

[Noel]

Ren was being, justifiably, paranoid. Even when talking with what seemed to be just another street child, one of a forever growing number, he assumed the other boy was plotting the worst for him. And he was forever glancing around occasionally, as if he would be able to see assassins or thieves coming in the darkness. Hah, like he would be able to. More accurately, he was watching Mark, to see if the other boy gave any sign of noticing someone else coming. Not actually a street-child, he wasn't as used to having to be constantly attuned to that sort of this. For the past year or so with even just the sound of a mouse running sent him into a panic, Ren had gotten far better about that sort of thing. Upon seeing Mark's dark grin widen, he sneered in response, entire body tensing to be ready to move at any moment. "Be my guest." He answered. If this boy could actually sneak through the palace and kill everyone of importance, even if it included himself should he not be able to talk the street-child out of it should the moment come, Ren would happily encourage him. It seemed almost like ordinary chatter to him; everywhere he went there were always people talking about killing him. At Mark's speech though, Wren barely managed to keep his face from paling, and screaming. Was it his fault that his 'advisors' and other high-ups were draining the kingdom? Was there anything he could do about it. Would he not die if he tried to do anything to stop them? No, no, and no where the three answers to those questions. There was no missing the sickly boy tense even more, and give a hopefully invisible shiver. Nonetheless, after a year of practice, he kept his tone cheerfully blank when he responded to the unblunted insult to everything that was his life. "Ah yes, our great king Ren who is bringing this damned kingdom to the ground. He's completely paranoid though, so sadly I haven't found a way to kill him yet, as, obviously, you haven't either." Well, that showed he was a bit more then the starving, unhealthy boy Mark thought he was. Hopefully not enough for Mark to make the recognition between himself and the person they spoke of. Ren had deliberately mispronounced his own name, which he knew most of the people in his kingdom did as well not knowing it wasn't said like the 'ren' in the word 'wren'. "You know, even if you did say some treasonous thing, like 'What I would do to kill the king', which you were about to, there isn't anything I could do about it."

[Sapphy.]

( Wow. Thats a lot to read. Can I have a little recap? I never got to write for Natsumi, so I'll introduce her in my next post. I'm going to take a bath, and then I'll be right back with an epic post. x3 )

[ElementalInsanity]

Everyone in this damned place could justifiably be paranoid. Ren could be, because of everything in his life. Just nearly everyone was out to kill him, because they didn't know he was being forced to do things with a gun at his head. Or they were out to kill him so that they could get to the throne. He watched as the boy kept glancing around. Something Mark didn't do. No. That didn't mean he was oblivious to his surroundings. Mark just didn't show everything as much. Didn't want to look suspicious around people. Mark's smirk forever grew at this boy's reactions. Just amusing. "Is that a challenge I hear? Hm. Perhaps I will." Mark replied calmly. Not like he would actually do that. Heaven knew how many guards there were always around the castle. Simply going near there, looking like him, was suicide. But perhaps he could manage one kill. No one of significant importance. But something good enough to shake everyone in that castle up. Make them scared. Carefully noting the boy in front of him, he kept his face blank, giving a small twitch occasionally as he tried to read his reaction. Sometimes he would go off on small rambles, talking about nonsense, because he was gauging the person's reaction. Not right now, but he still liked watching for small details. And this boy seemed far from happy. And, he was tensing. Something that was making Mark on guard. He tensed himself, casting a casual and small glance around him. No one else was here or watching. Half-expecting someone to come out and kill them both, he jumped slightly upon hearing the person speaking again. "No. I haven't. No one has, or probably will. I don't see why they guard him so heavily, when he is so terrible a king. He has ruined many lives, including mine." Not necessarily true, but if you look at the events that lead to his street life like this, yes it was. But it was far from being Ren's fault. Mark shrugged at hearing the boy's next words. "That is true. Partly. But having led a life like mine, you know to be careful."

[Noel]

( Wow. Thats a lot to read. Can I have a little recap? I never got to write for Natsumi, so I'll introduce her in my next post. I'm going to take a bath, and then I'll be right back with an epic post. x3 )

((It's just been me and Cavie. (: Ren and his character, Mark, ran into each other. Ren was sneaking out of the castle for a few hours, and dressed like a street child. Mark hasn't recognized him. They're talking. And yeah.... that's it.))

[Sapphy.]

( Okey. I'll type something up, and correct me if I get anthing wrong x3 )

Sapphire -

I escaped the busy, scandulous scene easily enough. Gaurds where slow at least, and they didn't really expertise in their job, now did they? I sighed, finally slowing down and joining the crowd, the golden coin burning in my own pocket. Not from greed or guilt, but of how dangerous it felt holding so much money. Growing up and raised by the with humble farmers my Mother and Father were had taken its toll on me. Of course, they weren't my real parents. According to them, I had been abandoned at a young age, and they happened to find me. I dared not ask anything beyond that. I suddently stopped, my eyes narrowing when they landed upon two boys. Street children, about my age, quite scrawny looking was one, though he was stil taller than I. He was a bit pale, more on the sickly side than the natural side like me. However, why was it that my heart skipped a beat when I saw him? He wasn't anything special, okay, maybe a little handsome, but I could fetch myself finer looking men, with my talent and looks, even though I poor. I seemed to have taken the road of the cat today, because curiousity was killing me. My feet moved by themselves, and soon I was evesdropping on the two.

Though I could rob a robber, and step catiously enough to miss any traps set in my way, like a fox, I was shamefully clumsy when evesdropping. My fatal flaw you could say. In my failure of an attempt to edge nearer, I ended up tripping on my cloak, and rolling my way right in front of them. With a frantic, ungraceful charm, I managed to raise myself, attempting to remove the dust off my clotheing. It only took a few more moments for me to realize the hood of my cloak had moved away from my head, revealing my flowing dark hair and pale face with it's large blue eyes. I always hated when my hood failed me. It wasn't only regarded as a weakness revealing ones feautures when you where evesdropping, but an extreme weakness when you where a mere girl. Girls are suppose to stay at home and helpout with the chores and learn to be a propper lady and what not. ' But then again, these people where raised on the streets like I, its won't make much diffrence. ' The thought occured to me, and I let a sigh of relief. "Hello, I'm Sapphire." I found myself saying, against all my frantic thoughts.

Ediquitte was my weakness... so where cute guys.-

( Must... add... Natsumi later. But I have no where to put her now, so I guess she'll appear when she's needed x3 )

[Noel]

((Great post. I can't get myself to actually write older-style. Anyways, you got everything right. (: I look forward to seeing Natsumi appear.))

Ren jumped a half foot in the air when the newcomer appeared tripping and falling to roll right between him and Mark. It was almost funny how tense he became, but not so. Ren was overly worried about any stranger, and as usual his grip on the knife in his hand tightened, and he stood after a long moment. He gave Mark a slow, questioning look, wishing he could ask out loud if he knew this person. He was moderately surprised to see that the cause of the interruption was a girl, and did not appear to be a street-child like Mark was and he was pretending to be. If she was pretty to the normal person's eye, it was not so to Ren. What with so many people out for his hand in marriage and therefor the crown, he had made himself not notice things like that anymore. He had actually become colder to females for that reason, even if it was no fault of their own. Safety first; he was not going to let himself fall for anyone, and stick a worse ruler then his manipulated self on the throne. Or worse yet, a baby heir. True, this was just another commoner who didn't even know his identity, Ren guessed, but looking away from members of the opposite gender was habit to him. When she spoke, Ren took a long moment to answer.
"Then tell me, Sapphire, what are you doing here?" He asked quietly, and coldly. He never rose his voice much nor let it show much emotion, for fear that someone would recognize his voice or even just the accent of the upper class. Both of which would be very bad in that situation, especially with royalty-hating Mark not far away. Ren might not have long to live, but he did not want to die there. No surprise, that much true for just about anyone.

[Sapphy.]

( I actually prefer older-style [ Though I think its called first person officially ] over the more common type which is referred to as third person. I used to do third person, but after doing serveral stories first person, you get used to it ^^ Thanks, I'm looking foward to developing these characters even further with you guys! )

Sapphire -

I was taken aback by the boy. Most street children like I, and clearly the boy standing not to far away from us, wheren't keen on conversations, but didn't typically react like the boy had. It arose my inner knack for being suspicious of people, for it was only natural. "What am I doing?" I repeated to myself, tasting the words in my mouth. They tasted, in there own way, sweet. "I guess I just happened to stumble on two street children, and my curiousity got the best of me." It was half true, so there was no harm done if he was special or something and could detect lies. The only reason my heart was thumping faster was because of the boy's own presence. At this pace, the only thing I would succeed in was making the boy even more wary of my presence. A sudden thought occurred to me, and i turned around, grabbing the satchel that was hidden by my dark cloak. Opening it, I pulled out three oranges, a rare treat that I had manage to earn not over and hour ago by flirting with the merchan's son and in a brief moment, snatching them away. I was rather gifted in the area of desception, though only used it to benefit myself as long as it wouldn't hurt others. It was another flaw of mine. I was too aware of my own emotions, and that gave away to a weakness.

I offered the oranges to the two boys, holding them out with a smile. A genuine one, unlike the fake ones I would mass-produce at times. " As an offering of apoligies for appearing in a stupid manor." A laugh bubbled out of my mouth, making its why out into the world that had suddently become its stage ever so awkwardly.

Yup, cute boys = weakness. So do cute boys with cute knives hidden with them.-

( Ohhhh, so you think expert Sapphy wouldn't notice? Well, tan tan taaaan. She's an expert in weapons, she knows when someones holding/hiding one. ( I think I put that in her form somewhere... ) Still no Natsumi. Poopsy. Next post maybe. x3 )

[Soul Of Space]

( Michael (stable boy) is open, and so is Tyler; my Royal Guard. )

[ElementalInsanity]

Mark gave a light smirk watching Ren jump in the air. He himself hadn't been terribly surprised by the girl. He had heard her coming, her light and gentle footsteps giving away that she was both, female, and that she had been trying to spy. Of course, her clumsy manner had done away with that. Mark saw the boy trip and fall, and he pushed himself up to stand, leaning down to give the boy a hand if needed, which was not so as he got up on his own after a moment. Mark gave the smallest shake of his head. No. He did not know this new person. Any street child he had previously known was either dead, or soon to be executed. So was the life of a loner, outcast like himself. One got used to losing those near them, and eventually gave up on forming friendships or anything of that sort. And heaven forbid about falling in love. No. Mark just stared at the girl as she offered her name. How idiotic. Not much of a street child, if she was randomly offering her name out like that. Then again, Mark couldn't exactly speak when he had done something similar to the boy in front of him. Thinking about it, he had not gotten the young boy's name in return. Mark kept a dark and watchful look on his face, staring at the girl with not much emotion. As the other boy asked of the girl what she was doing here, he couldn't help but smile slightly. The boy was a very quiet one, it seemed. Not one that revealed a too much of himself. At least from what Mark himself had gathered from being around the boy. Slipping his hand near his cloak so he could whip out a knife, just in case, he continued blankly watching the girl. They were both taller then him, no surprise as just about everyone was. "Yes? Well nowadays, Miss, it is smart not to be letting that curiosity of yours roam. It can get one into trouble." Mark wasn't hinting at anything. Just simply stating facts that he himself had learned. As the girl turned around Mark gave a silent sigh of relief, thinking that she must finally be leaving. However, that was far from the case. She grabbed out something in her cloak, which made Mark on high alert, reaching into his own cloak and grabbing out his knife, prepared to fight if need be. Suspicions randomly popped into his head. Perhaps the other boy was with her? Perhaps they wer- His thoughts quickly stopped as he watched her pull out...three...things. Food items. Mark of course upon seeing this, gave a small smile. When offered free food, especially fruit like this, one did not turn it down. Not at all. Dipping his head in thanks, he grabbed the orange from her. See? This was something to smile about. "No apologies needed if no harm was done. But I shall thankfully take this from you, Miss." Mark flashed her a bright smile, before slightly opening his cloak to shove the orange in one of the many, many pockets. Slipping the knife back into its place, he kept on alert. Just in case. Crossing his arms again, he kept one hand ready. Most people knew that even in 'friendly' surroundings...it was never real. No one, ever, was your friend. It just wasn't realistic to think in that manor. Always be on the ready, because the moment that you weren't, you would die.

[Noel]

( I actually prefer older-style [ Though I think its called first person officially ] over the more common type which is referred to as third person. I used to do third person, but after doing serveral stories first person, you get used to it ^^ Thanks, I'm looking foward to developing these characters even further with you guys! )

((You misunderstood me. ^^; Not what I meant at all, and I think third-person is considered older, or at least it is in my region.
What I meant was you were keeping everything fitting to the time-era, which if you couldn't tell by my posts I'm having trouble with.

Post will hopefully be up later today.))