~The Numbering~{Private-ish}~{Open!}~

[Clowesia]

((I'm waiting for the meeting to start. ._. ))

[BlissfulFarrago]

((I was going to wait until everyone did their intro, but I guess now is fine. x3

Also, I uploaded a couple of pictures of Adrien and Hallia. ^^ To see them them, you'll have to tilt your head and/or your screen(my scanner's fault). Adrien. Hallia.

They're also pretty good examples of the styles of Seravah. :3))

"Welcome all," called out the leader of the Resistance, Ayare. Hallia turned her head towards him. At last!

From the way Ayare spoke, you'd think he was addressing a ballroom full of nobles, not a bunch of renegades dressed in rags and living in the woods. He believed in the Resistance and it's cause, and didn't doubt that one day, the oppressive king would be removed from power.

"I believe," he continued. "That within a year or two, the Resistance will be ready to remove the king!"

After this announcement, there was a brief silence of shock, and then everyone started cheering wildly. Even Hallia joined. This was great news. Finally!

The cheers quieted and a dull roar started as people began to talk to friends and others about the news.

Hallia stayed silent, because there wasn't anyone she especially wanted to talk to. And if she did talk, they'd probably just look at her oddly anyway. She crossed her arms.

((Oh, by the way, anyone can control Resistance members that don't belong to anyone. ^_~

And slight writer's block. >.>))

[omori]

(( I used this translator. ;3 ))

Miguel moved his feet in a quick motion as the man dragged alsong behind him. He knew the meeting had began, and he would be in deep trouble for missing the entire thing. His heart pounded with the thoughts of being removed. Would they suspect that he was a double agent? He hoped not, because he really wasn't. He blinked out the thoughts and when he finally regained his mind, the castle stooped over he and the man.
"At last!" Miguel sighed. He turned to look at the man, whom was still lagging behind a bit.
"You know, not all people can move as fast as a messenger!" he snapped. "Now which way must I go? I really do not know my way."

Miguel's face had to have turned as red as a tomato under his hood. He slowly breathed as the anger began to fade away. "I will lead you," he said slowly, "if you promise to keep up this time." Miguel's eyes stared blankly at the man, his thoughts roaming again. He knows my business.. He knows I'm in the Resistance. He's trying to stall me. He wants me to be late. Miguel "awoke" again with a shake of his head, realizing that the old geezer probably had never heard of the Resistance. The old man sighed.
"I will try."
Miguel nodded his head, grabbed the man's arm, and began to walk through the door. The man made Miguel release his arm.
"Now that is quite unnecassary!" the man cried.
"Inutile? Vos paroles sont inutiles! Maintenant déplacer le long avant que je vous forcer à!" Miguel called, not realizing he had spoken in French. He tended to do that when he was angry. It was a rather good thing that he could speak fluent French, because it came in handy when calling people names without them knowing. The man stared blankly at Miguel not understanding a word. And Miguel pushed him through the castle without another word from the man.

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"Inutile? Ha! Les gens n'ont aucun respect de ces jours, même à ceux avec rang qu'eux! Bien que tous ne sont pas mauvaises, et afin qu'ils méritent le respect retour..." Miguel mumbled to himself, as if carrying on a conversation with himself. He was finally making his not-so-merry way to the Resistance meeting, which he had bet himself was already over. "They will not be happy with me. Not one bit. But I do have an exaplanation; and it is true, too. So if they don't believe me, well then I guess they are confused over whom to trust," he whispered to himself.

His feet carried him swiftly through the woods. They lightly touched the ground and only made small noises. Almost there, he thought to himself. Thank goodness for nothing else to stop me. And just at that moment, Miguel came to a dead stop. He cursed at himself, and hoped he had not been spotted. Because there sat his brother, eating his lunch, right in the path of the meeting. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Miguel's quiet cover soon lifted as a pile of ead leaves crunched under his foot.

[BlissfulFarrago]

Adrien sighed happily, and hummed a bit more of the song. He tilted his head upward, the scattered sunlight falling through the leaves and across his face. He took another bite of his sandwich, savoring the flavor.

Suddenly, a noise caught his attention.

"Que?" he murmured quietly. Although he did not typically speak long sentances in French, as his mother and brother did, he did tend to throw French words in now and then. More so when he was nervous, afraid, or angry. The noise had been slight, very slight, the crunch of dried fall leaves. Adrien quietly covered his sandwich again, and tucked it back into his bag.

He stood up, wondering if someone was sneaking up on him, or if it had just been an animal or the wind. Who would hurt Adrien, an innocent messenger? Still...he remembered he was in the Resistance territory. He shivered slightly. They weren't violent, were they? He bit his lip and felt around in the bag, looking for something to protect himself. He gribbed a folding knife and drew it out, glad that he had something.

He ventured forward slightly, craning his neck around a tree. He caught a glimpse of clothes...it had not been the wind or a creature after all! He fell back against his side of the tree trunk and tried to collect his thoughts. The little of the person he had seen flashed through his mind again. Was there something familiar about it...?

"Que?" Adrien whispered again, confused and unsure if he could trust himself.

[Metallic Dragon]

Tarrin finished his food and got to his feet. If he was going to make any profit at all on his farm this year, he needed to get back to work. Grabbing an old straw hat, he shoved it on his head and stalked back outside, patting the goat that ran up beside him when he stepped out the door.
"Easy Merith." He murmured, backing up to keep from being pushed over when the goat nuzzled his leg, her strong neck muscles rippling beneath her skin. "Go on." He continued walking, trying to ignore the bleating of the young goat as she followed behind him, acting slightly upset.

He reached the feild in record time and snatched his shovel to continue eating away at the hard earth, but Merith kept running circles around him, bleating loudly with almost panic to her voice. "What is wrong with you today girly?" He muttered, shoving her away again. The goat, however, got even more upset, running at him and knocking him down. "Merith! Knock it off!"
He tried to shove the crazed goat away again, but she wouldn't move. "What is your problem!?" His voice was louder, more irritated now. His eyes drifted to the forest on the other side of the fence. He had heard about a resistance that had their headquarters in there somewhere. Perhaps that was why Merith was so upset right now.

[omori]

Adrien sighed happily, and hummed a bit more of the song. He tilted his head upward, the scattered sunlight falling through the leaves and across his face. He took another bite of his sandwich, savoring the flavor.

Suddenly, a noise caught his attention.

"Que?" he murmured quietly. Although he did not typically speak long sentances in French, as his mother and brother did, he did tend to throw French words in now and then. More so when he was nervous, afraid, or angry. The noise had been slight, very slight, the crunch of dried fall leaves. Adrien quietly covered his sandwich again, and tucked it back into his bag.

He stood up, wondering if someone was sneaking up on him, or if it had just been an animal or the wind. Who would hurt Adrien, an innocent messenger? Still...he remembered he was in the Resistance territory. He shivered slightly. They weren't violent, were they? He bit his lip and felt around in the bag, looking for something to protect himself. He gribbed a folding knife and drew it out, glad that he had something.

He ventured forward slightly, craning his neck around a tree. He caught a glimpse of clothes...it had not been the wind or a creature after all! He fell back against his side of the tree trunk and tried to collect his thoughts. The little of the person he had seen flashed through his mind again. Was there something familiar about it...?

"Que?" Adrien whispered again, confused and unsure if he could trust himself.

Miguel held his breath, wondering what to do in his mind. There were many options to choose from.. But he was already discovered, and if he ran, his brother would recognize him. Fight? It was his brother! With a deep breath, Miguel prepared to show himself. Then he saw a glint of light; a knife? Yes, that's what it was. Slowly show yourself, Miguel thought to himself.

Miguel stepped out from behind the tree, his hands in the air. "Calmez-vous. C'est que moi," he said slowly. "Calmez-vous. C'est que moi," he repeated, slower this time. Miguel eyed his brother and the knife in his hand, hoping that now wouldn't be the time that Adrien decided to get mad at him for something. Miguel had left his bow elsewhere while on duty, but he still had his own knife hidden.

"Adrien, what are you doing here?" he asked calmly, hoping to not blow his cover. "I thought you were running an errand?"

[Metallic Dragon]

Getting to his feet, Tarrin shoo'd Merith away, "I'll be back girl, don't worry." He murmured, starting toward the trees. Perhaps he could learn something about this resistance. That is, if he could even find them. All he knew is that they held their meetings in the forest behind his house. But he didn't know where in the forest or when. He wanted to find out what was going on, perhaps someone was near enough that they were the reason that Merith was so upset.
Hopping the fence, he trotted into the trees, alert and listening for anyone that might be nearby. He was silent, he had always been good at moving without making a sound, and he was grateful for that now.

[Calypso Sky]

((Sorry, but I'm going to have to quit. I don't see how this is going to work and the inaccurate French is killing me. (I'm a native speaker ) Again, sorry))

[BlissfulFarrago]

((All right, then. ))
Slowly, slowly, Adrien poked his head around the tree. There his wondering thoughts were confirmed. It was his brother! Smiling, he came out completely from behind the tree.

"Bonjour, Miguel!" he said happily. "I thought you were someone else!" Adrien examined his brother's face. He didn't look very happy. He looked more worried and strained. What was wrong? It must be the knife, Adrien thought, realizing he was still holding it. He folded it and dropped it into his coat pocket this time.

"I am," said Adrien, answering his brother's question. "I'm delivering a message all the way over here. Something about a family reunion." He shrugged as if to say, People. What can you do?

((Sorry, slight writer's block. D:))

[Gatanitazul]

Isabelle washed her blade in a stream, the cool water flowing over her fingers as she cleaned the crimson liquid from the silver weapon. She slid the dagger back into its leather sheath that was slung over her waist. She slipped her dark cloak back on, raising the hood over her head. She turned from the stream, creeping past the few bushes that concealed it. She walked back through the alleyway that had been her shortcut to the stream. She had discovered this stream a few years ago, knowing it would be a good hiding place. A small cramped cave was also near it, concealed by bushes, trees, and leaves. To the naked eye it looked like a regular rock, and she knew it would become handy if she needed to hide.

Isabelle made her way into the street, walking towards the busy marketplace. She pushed past crowds of people trying to haggle the merchants, and young kids running through the crowded street. She would have to find a messenger to give her message to the king, or go to him herself. She knew that he would not like to be bothered, but she would have to go to him directly if she couldn't find a messenger.