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Almost upon leaving the station we saw looming above us our future prison: beautiful, serene, majestic, and yet forbidding enough to make our hearts sink into our boots. It towered above us, dominating the whole village; a magnificent Castle built on the edge of a cliff. ...To friendly peasants and tradespeople in the houses nestling beneath its shadow it may have signified protection and home, but to enemies from a distant country such a castle struck the note of doom and was a sight to make the bravest quail.
- One of the prisoners who bared witness to the beauty.

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"This place is an atrocity. How long do you intend to keep me captive here?" A voice complained from the figure laying on the guest bed in the bedroom, there eyes looking over the odd figure that was riffling through the belongings of one of the chests with interest, pulling out a shiny looking coin, his eyes completely drawn to it. As his eyes were lit though, he made a muffled 'mroar' sound as he fell back due to a pillow being chuckled at his face. Sitting on his ass now, he then glanced innocently at the white haired figure that was seated on the bed, glaring at him intensely with almost his signature look. Though as carefree as he was, he didn't take the king's actions too much to heart and teased, "Whats wrong? You've stayed in worse places before. Unless you're just nervous staying at a queen's residence. Didn't know you could act so bashful, Alarice." "Idiot," He complained irritably but not angrily, "I do not care for this place nor anyone that is here. I simply wish to go back home." While he was speaking, his accomplice seemed to be humming to himself idly, not paying too much attention though nodded in agreement like he actually cared what he was talking about.

The neko then poked at his cheek and smiled brightly, "Liven up will ya? Just take a few days to relax. Then we can start heading back home from here." As he said that, he blinked seeing alarice head right out the bedroom slamming the door behind him and blinked a few times with a blank expression before smiling, "Dang that prince is pissed. Must e that time of the month again."Moronic cat... Alarice complained to himself, placing his hands in his coat pockets as he wandered the halls of the castle. He glared up at most that passed by him, making sure they kept there distance as he continued to examine the foreign place, hoping he could find something to occupy his interests in the mean time.

Devara wore a mischievous smile as she hung from the rafters above his bedroom door, listening to their conversation closely and with much interest. She jumped from rafter to rafter before throwing her skateboard beneath her and slamming into the floor only a few feet behind him, "So you sit in piles of sugar often? Cause you got a pretty sweet ass" She smirked as she stopped and held the skateboard with a fierce grip, looking him over. This dude looked like Hitler's autistic cousin. Or maybe someone who was kicked out of a Sephiroth cosplay contest because the professionals weren't allowed to participate. It was sexy, in a weird, stoic kind of way. Her mindset was definitely much more esoteric than some thought. But dayum this dude was hot. She analyzed him silently as she waited for his reply. He probably had some kind of superiority complex, or maybe some form of mass genocidal tendency. All the hot ones did. Such a pity. She wondered if he was ripped, or had some kind of sick battle scar. That would be rather intriguing to see. If she could even get that far anyways.

Devara's eyebrows were raised expectantly, the right one being adorned in a single silver ring, both being perfectly shaped. They seemed to also hold a bit of seduction in their stature as well. Though it would seem that even if she were to change her expression, they wouldn't cease to hold that same quality. Perhaps it was intentional, or maybe Devara was born to be a whore. Either way, it was pretty hot. Or at least that's what she thought. Her blue and pink painted nails tapped idly against the enchanted wooden board in her hand that was propped steadily on it's front rim, the wheels were transparent, but it was clear they would glow up in a magnificent light show when she used the board itself. She was rather flashy, and that's how she intended on keeping it.

She wasn't necessarily too keen on entertaining this guy if he were to bore her. Boring people weren't worth her attention. They never would be. But he didn't look boring. Maybe he'd be fiesty. The feisty ones always seemed to intrigue her. Especially when they fought against her. The corner of her blue painted lips perked up in sinister glee at the thought, momentarily revealing one of her razor sharp, overly large canines that tended to protrude over her bottom lip from time to time.

For a few brief moments, he just stood there blankly trying to register who or even what this girl was, since she had never properly met Devara. Regardless, he seemed to not care for her too much and only rolled his eyes at her entrance, poking her forehead and pushing her aside with disinterest, "Is that why you're being such as kiss ass? I don't need others to tell me the obvious. Now get out of my way." Alarice continued to walk through the halls by himself, keeping wary in case the girl followed, although there was nothing he could do about it. At least not at the moment. But he could always keep quiet to himself and imagine such things happening.

Devara giggled, rolling after him and poking him in the shoulder, "You're funny. I mean, if you wanted me to kiss your ass you could have asked a little more politely" she winked. "And anyways, I was tellin it like it is. Maybe you should take a nice piece of humble pie, and eat it. Or maybe I could just shove it down your throat. Either way, you'll have to do something like that if you wanna continue stayin here" she giggled, a sickly sweet tone. "Now mr.Alarice, it's a bit rude to storm into someone's castle without properly introducing yourself isn't it?" she said, her sharp canines in full view now as she gave him a challenging, yet oddly charming look.

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"I have the impression that you would do more than just kiss my ass, since you hardly even know who I am and used such a dreadful pickup line..." The young man had scoffed snatching her hand as he was poked glaring back at her. Oh I'll shove something down your throat you damn bitch, he thought though narrowed his eyes suspiciously when he was addressed by his name. He stood up a bit straighter, releasing his grip around her wrist and pushed her arm away," And I didn't storm in here. I was dragged by slave labor as a situation occurred that I couldn't retreat home, disappointingly... And what more so I need to say? You already are familiar with my name, I'm not running down a whole fucking bio. Do it yourself." As they were walking he managed to kick the board away from her and up into his hands, examining it and mocking," Such a classy lady you are. I didn't know this castle was run by an immature brat." He peered over at her challengingly, as if wanting to start a fight of some sort for sheer boredom purposes.

Devara giggled, "You're so funny. You Sephiroth looking motherfucker. I mean come on, your so full of yourself. If you were any more full of yourself you'd morph into two sephiroth lookin motherfuckers. Then we'd have a real problem." She pinched his cheek, taking her board back. "And anyways, aint you a king or some shit like that? You bein here sounds kinda like a you problem, as you were the idiot that got caught in the first place. Maybe if you weren't so busy jacking off to yourself you wouldn't be here" she retorted, sticking her tongue out at him before rolling in circles around him, "By the way, that pickup line was fucking boss" she smirked.

Alarice crossed his arms," Me? Sephiroth? That must make you lightning then. Only difference between you two disappointments is that she actually has a rack compared to that brick wall you call a chest. Makes me question if you're really just a crossdresser." He kept his arms tightly crossed seeking to continue speaking though had winced and stepped back once she touched his cheek and barked out a bitter sounding growl," Don't touch me with your filthty hands! I'll snap all your appendages away and feed them to my starving slaves if you attempt to do so again." He grumbled under his breath quietly," Go eat a dick. Bet it wouldn't be the first time you did today." Alarice continued walking," And your pick up line was atrocious. I could do better..."

Devara watched him mindlessly bicker. She did have a chest, and it wasn't average sized either, sports bras did wonders. She was just modest. "You done throwin your little hissy fit mcnubbyshouts?" she asked. She giggled to herself, "Man you would be real fun to torture, too bad you're on the off limits list" she said with a sad sigh before walking up to him and smacking his behind, "Wow. You really are tight. You must have a stick up there are somethin" she teased before beginning to circle him on her board.

"The only one that would be tortured would be you. There's no way that anyone could be able to break me. You my friend though can be snapped as easily as a kit kat bar." He had blinked when he was touched and grabbed her hand," Will you stop talking about my ass woman??" He kicked the board away from her angrily, hearing a distinct yip of a pain from one of the guards that had been hit in the face with it knocking him out. Alarice blinked a few times before shrugging," One less mouth to feed I guess."

Devara giggled, "Oh that's sweet" she said with a sickly charming smile before suddenly gripping his wrist, which had a stern grip on her own wrist, and throwing him to the ground without much thought, holding her hand out and capturing the board that had come flying back at her. "But touch one of my guard again and I will end you faster than you can sneak out on a one night stand." she smiled a sinister, sharp smile, glaring down at him, "So watch your fucking back" she said, removing the sharp heel of her boot from his chest and stepping away, "Dinner's at nine" she chimed, already zooming far away from him.

Alarice had blinked once he was flipped on his back to the ground and suddenly glared up at her. It wasn't really her words that agitated him but more so that he had been pinned by her. The notion drove him completely mad internally and felt an urge to get up and strangle her for doing so. But before he could even conceive doing do, she was gone from his sight. He arose to his feet quickly rubbing the spot on his chest and thought, stupid whore. What gives her the right to flirt with me? Its supposed to be the other way around. I guess she ain't too attractive to begin with.. He shrugged, heading in the other direction to attempt to keep his mind off of what happened.

Cry floated aimlessly through the hall, his blank faced mask pointing forwards, towards Alarice very slightly, as Alarice was the only person in the hallway now. He was kind of looking forward to dinner. Dinner sounded nice. Food was nice. Yes. Fooood. He stopped once he reached Alarice, tilting his head. He hadn't been noticed. He tapped softly on Alarice's shoulder, "Sup" he said quietly in a voice that was almost to velvety to belong to an earthly creature. Even if it was only above that of a whisper.

Alarice was deep in thought once he did, seeming to suddenly take out his frustrations on him,"What the fuck do you want?! Leave me alone you mask wearing freak!" He quickly pulled himself away from Cry, not even seeming to look back to really acknowledge who it was and seemed completely blind by his own anger. He sat further away at the end of the hall with his arms resting on top of his knees as he grumbled bitterly to himself, hanging his head low and sighing, almost similar to bratty pouting in a way.

Broken had watched the two's interaction with interested and decided to follow after Devara out of curiosity. Once he had finally caught up with her rolling away, he panted and called out, "Hey wait!" He looked at her and smiled brightly, "What you did back there was amazing miss! Though I don't think master alarice is going to take that all too well. It-" Though with his five second attention span, his gaze soon feel to the board as he exclaimed, "Woah. You got to teach me how to use one of those. Ive tried before, but i always end up failing."

Devara stopped, raising an eyebrow and smiling wide, giggling at his low attention span. "Sure dude. And yea, I don't think master Alarice takes anything nicely. Especially when it doesn't include him bein the center of attention" She retorted as she fixed her hair idly, tilting her head faintly as she averted her attention to him entirely.

Cry blinked, pausing, his arm still extended to where it had been when he touched his shoulder. He slowly lowered it, "What a pedestrian way of insulting someone." he murmured, "You silly silly toaster" he shook his head softly in disappointment. "You've lost your muchiness. You're much less muchy. Fix that" he said as he patted Alarice's head.

The neko grinned playfully, "He is a hard ass. But a nice hard ass. Has one too," he kidded though with his tone, it was unsure whether he meant it or not."And besides, hes just upset i brought him here. Its a long story. But there was a sort of raid that would have threatened his safety so i brought him here. Im sorry if we kind of intruded." Broken looked down bashfully for a few moments before continuing, "But ok... dude! Lets totally rock this board! yo!" He attempted to sound more casual and similar to Devara but it just sounded odd with his accent and hesitation.

He stared up at cry bitterly scoffing before murmuring, "The hell does muchiness mean?" Alarice stared him over more closely now seeing that he looked rather familiar, though no one he would know the name of right away.

Devara raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes, "Cool it there. Mr.Radical" she snickered before pulling the board up below her feet and setting it in front of him, "Show me watcha got then." she said.

Cry stared down at him blankly, "Shhh.." he patted his head, "It's okay." he said monotonously. It honestly sounded really awkward coming from him. His movements were smooth, yet slower than normal. Almost as though they were careful. Not to break Alarice. He tilted his head, "Is it your time of the month?" he asked.

He smirked slightly and nodded, "I got this!" The moment he tried to step on the board, his leg slipped and he faceplanted right in front of her, making a small oof noise as he did. The neko blinked and laughed nervously, "I meant to do that. It was a trick i was working on!"

"Its not ok." He complained yanking his head away and staring away. Alarice rolled his eyes at the question, "Such an original insult there buddy. Though i can make it so its yours when i shove a longsword up your ass." He smirked to himself at the though. Possibly thats what he needed. Something to fight to make him feel better about being pinned down earlier. He quickly stood up and poked cry's shoulder, "You. Fight me. Now. Got it?"

Cry gazed at him silently, "So you enjoy shoving things up people's asses?" he asked with a slightly tilted head as he stared at him blankly behind his already stoically designed mask. He floated in mid air, almost like a statue. Only he moved up and down very faintly, almost too difficult for one to notice.

"I'm sure you did. Face planting. Such a difficult trick to learn" she replied simply, snickering at the comment and watching him, "So ya wanna try again?" she asked.

"Only if they deserve it, "He smirked slightly, his statement being able to be interpreted a few other ways. He then walked closer to cry, "Did you not hear me? I said the both of us, right here and right now."

His ears perked at he nodded, "Yea. Ill try again. I just have trouble keeping the board steady." He placed a foot on the board, moving it slightly back and forth cautiously.

"I just got my nails done" he said blankly, his voice holding such a stern and monotone voice that one could almost legitimately believe he was being entirely serious. He continued to tilt his head to one side in an almost mocking manner, taking a candybar out of his pocket and lifting his mask just slightly to take a bite.

She watched him, a devious thought coming to mind. She walked up behind him, holding his shoulders, "Both feet on the board" she commanded.

Alarice stared at him blinking before murmuring, "Kinda assumed you would be one of those types of guys..." He crossed his arms, "Well fine pussy ass. If i cant fight you, who can i fight?"

Broken nodded cluelessly and did as told, struggling to stay still on the board as he called back, "Ok, now what?"

"My lawyer." he pointed out, "The wall..." he continued to think out, "John Cena" he continued, "I think kangaroos would be formidable opponents" he added once more as he stared at Alarice calmly. He had not gotten his nails done, he didn't really care for that kind of stuff. What, being an immortal and all.

Devara smirked, "Now go with the flow my hasty motherfucker" she said, suddenly pushing him at top speed down the long hallway.

He stared at him blankly before shaking his head, "You're not too helpful, are you?" Alarice shrugged and began walking away, not caring if he would follow or not.

His eyes widened with fear as he yelled loudly while shaking, "I cant move it! HELP ME!!!" He smacked straight into the wall, falling backwards and slowly sinking to the ground pouting, "You make it look easy... and fun..."

Cry followed after him, continuing to munch on his candy bar, tapping his shoulder, "Where ya goin?" he asked blankly, watching him closely, analyzing him, but somehow making it look innocent as he waited for an answer.

"Cause it is" Devara replied with folded arms, "Come on dude. It ain't that hard. You're making it out to be that hard. You just got to go with it" she added.

"Away from you, "He complained, "Since you are being too much of a baby to actually fight me." He crossed his arms while looking around murmuring, "But theres nearly no one here... Maybe i can beat up more on that guard i found earlier..."

"But it is!" He mewed innocently at her folding his ears back. "Im not a pro yet! Its hard for me."

She giggled deviously, "We're gonna make you fucking Tony Hawk." she said with a sinister expression. "So.. what's your name kid?" she asked.

Cry sighed, "Are you going to continue throwing this fit or are we going to chatter idly like dignified fellows?" he asked, a monocle suddenly appearing over his mask.

"Who's Tony hawk? A bird?" he inquired dumbly to her, looking genuinely confused. He then smiled, "It's Broken. At least thats what everyone calls me."

Alarice scoffed and glanced back at him raising an eyebrow, "Im not throwing a fit idiot. I am just bored."

Cry placed a hand on Alarice's face, "Do not fear Dovah, as we will defeat Alduin. Swiftly, gracefully, majestically" he said, as if he were announcing some kind of insanely important thing.

"Tony Hawk is a three legged pony that can play the electric guitar while riding a skateboard and beating the shit out of random llamas with hats" she explained.

He smacked his hand off cringing and growled at him, "Stop that! Stop it right now! I dont know about you, but i am completely straight! Dont be touching my face like that! Its creeps me out."

Broken blinked before nodding in slight understanding smiling, "Ooh ok. He sounds like Mr. numbles sorta."

Cry blinked, looking down at his own hand, "Ouch." he said blankly, directing his attention back to him, "No I don't think you're very straight. See you've got a circular head.. and some square looking body. If anything, I think you're square." he nodded confidently.

"That's like... Okay yea. We'll call em that. Now get back on that board and break a leg. Not literally. That would be bad" she said.

"And you're a fucking octagon. Merry Christmas," He replied before grumbling, "Do i look like a monstrosity out of minecraft to you? I aint square!"

Broken smiled, "I know I know. Ok. So can you at least explain how you turn on it? I dont know how."

Devara nodded, putting one foot on the board, "You maneuver yourself" she explained simply. She was being a little vague about this.

Cry stared at him for a good amount of time, "You... did not just reference... ok. You're not a toaster. You're not even a silly toaster. You are just plain microwave now." he said, shaking his head in sincere disappointment.

Broken blinked, "Ok. But... maybe you should demonstrate." He shrugged suggesting and handed the board to him.

"And you're an air conditioner, "He murmured back not really caring at this point too much of what was said.

Cry let out a loud gasp, "You did NOT" he replied with a wide mouth in obvious surprise as Devara happily took the board, rolling forward and doing an olly.

Adria walked down the hall looking for mischief. She was just about to enter the library when she skidded to a halt at an interesting sight. Queen Devara was trying to teach a boy how to use a skate board. She walked up to Devara "Wazusp?" she said cheerfully

Alarice smirked, "What are you going to do about it?"

Broken glanced at Devara idly before looking over at the unfamiliar newcomer, tilting his head to the side and softly inquiring, "Who's that miss?"

Devara glanced at the new girl with slight disappointment. "Some chick with pancake chest." she said simply, shrugging as she neared. "Don't know how all these peeps are getting in my crib though. It's starting to worry me" she added.

Cry thought for a moment before taking the chocolate bar out of his pocket and throwing it at Alarice's face, not really moving at all when it fell to the ground with a thud.

Adria crossed her arms and smirked "Well aren't you a pure ray of sunshine? Weren't you informed about my arrival? I transferred from that tight-ass Alarice's castle to yours" she said "and I honestly couldn't care less about having a pancake chest" she said with a shrug "I'm still in puberty"

Broken blinked before smiling, "Dont worry. Im flat chested too! Still kind of curvy i guess though." He shrugged before blinking, "Oh yea. I think remember seeing you around there a few times."

Alarice blinked as it was thrown at him before he picked it up an threw it right back at his mask.

Cry frowned, glancing down at the chocolate bar slowly, before glancing back up at him, "Ouch." he said simply, before snapping his fingers suddenly, the chocolate bar exploding into even more chocolate bars, turning into a chocolate bar bomb and throwing Alarice back. Cry sighed, "Now look at the mess you made David." he shook his head in stern disappointment.

Devara glanced over at Cry and Alarice, raising an eyebrow, having completely ignored her. "Yea yea yea, leave a message at the beep" she said, waving her hand dismissively.

Adria smirked and looked down at Devara's skate board "Sweet ride"

Alarice blinked seeing there was chocolate everywhere as his eye twitched murmuring lowly, "I hate you... I really fucking hate you..." He looked over seeing that broken had wandered over to eat some of the chocolate off of the floor and growled, "Stop you idiot!" Broken looked up at him flattening his ears before handing him one of the chocolate bars that were still intact, "But... chocolate is a beautiful thing. It will help with your cramps!"

Cry watched him calmly, "Oh. That's not very nice." he replied monotonously. His head tilted faintly, "We haven't even had coffee together. We haven't even played golf together... We.. we never got to have our honeymoon. These cherishable moments. And you already hate me?" he frowned, though his tone was so serious that he sounded like he meant it.

Devara had completely ignored Adria, his attention on his father, who she assumed was flirting with this new dude. "Dad. Quit hitting on my guy friend! That's my meat!" she shouted.

Broken glanced over at cry and smiled slightly, "I like you though sir. He's just a meany jerk face. We can go on the honeymoon instead!" Alarice glared at him, irritated that he was allowing this to continue though blinked after hearing Devara speak and stared over at her, "So thats what's wrong with you... I don't know whether to say im sorry or i totally knew your family was crazy." Broken looked back at him, "Hey maybe i want the meat! I met the meat first!" "Would you just shut the fuck up already pussy boy?! No one asked for your input!" He snapped back as broken fell silent.

Adria looked at Broken "Why do you still follow Alarice?" she asked wearily. If Devara wasn't going to listen, then so be it.