Kingdom Of Eloral {{Semi-Advanced}} discussion

Castor sighed as he closed the doors behind him. He closed his eyes and let his head droop. I'm not ready for this... He moved forward to his bed and fell face first into the covers. I'm not ready for this kind of responsibility. It wasn't long until he felt strong emotions filling his aching heart and began to hold his breath to stop the sobs. The stress of his future was heavy, but he refused to let it show, especially to his father. He knew the man was kind and wise, but... He lifted his head slightly to see his precious feline companion wandering over to him, to comfort him. "Bru-Bru..." He murmured and moved to sit up. "What if I fail?" He gently hugged the large tabby tom.

Ajax ran through the hallway on the upper floor, hidden by the slight cover the night gave him as he led the royal guards on a chase. He took a turn and then another one, sure that there was an opening there... but it was a dead end. Hearing the urgent thuds of the clunky football he looked around and burst into the nearest door, shoving it closed behind him. He turned around with a fast heartbeat, sure that he had gotten to safety, only to see a man with tears on his smooth and pale skin, protected by a small but fierce cat. A quite cute one at that, but the problem was that the infamous ex-Sky Rider recognized him from his days as a young trainee memorizing the features of a handsome male he saw walking behind “His Hardass-ness,” The esteemed king of Eloral. He didn't know how his luck had managed to stoop this low, but all he knew was that this was Princ . And even though he had gotten over that silly crush of his (*scoffs*), guards were searching for him and the stolen possession hidden in his pocket. He couldn't let him escape. “Well hello there Prince.” He drawled, quickly putting on his usual contrived and flirtatious smirk. “Mind hiding me for a bit? I promise it won't take too long.”

(("His Hardass-ness" ACCURATE THO-))

When Castor head a loud slam from his doors, he quickly pushed his feline friend behind him and manifested his scythe. This was pure instinct from unfortunate events from his past, and from the thorough training he was given. To be found in a state of sorrow was something that Castor feared greatly. What if this intruder called him out on his crying? Would his siblings that he had never truly interacted with before laugh at him? What would his father say? He pushed the worrying thoughts away and brought his focus back to the present.
Just as he had opened his mouth to speak, Castor was forced to shut it to listen to what this intruder had to say. In all honesty, he only half listened to whatever this stranger said. He was far too intrigued by the form of this male. Oh no... A soft pink took its' place on Castor's cheeks as he took in the muscular outline and stunning face. "I- I..." He attempted to respond, but failed, much to his own dismay. "Wh-why should I do so?" He stood up straight and held his weapon in an offensive stance. Although his voice shook, his position was sure and well trained. It was no surprise, though. He was, after all, the heir of the Eloralian throne. "Why shouldn't I sound alarm?"

((XD

I am currently listening to my Jax playlist as I'm writing))

“Well why should you sound it?” He asked in return, taking a step forward and placing the pad of his pointer finger lightly against the sharp tip of the scythe. He looked into the prince’s eyes and looked sure of himself even though a plan was brewing in the back of his mind to escape if things didn't go as he planned, having the window clearly in his view. He noticed his blush and boldly stepped closer, carefully tucking away any pesky emotions or thoughts. In that moment, he needed to wait them out until he could escape back to where Lilith stood waiting for him. “Am I bothering you? Somehow harming you? I don't make very many promises Prince, but I'll promise you this, ” He started as if it was a gift to evenhave him say the words (... arrogant asshole). “I won't lay a single finger on you if you don't call your little guard dogs. If you don't want me to say a single word, I won't. Easy as that. If you want something in return, I think we can strike a deal.” He pretended to think out loud, coming into his territory; deals, trades, whatever you want to call them. He made a promise, something he doesn't like to do EVER. But if he could make it a trade, something he knows the rules of very well, then there would be a set of boundaries; things he could find loopholes in. Vows however? Those made him feel uneasy. At least with a trade, both sides are getting something out of it. He was a bit less than a foot away from him, taking the quick seconds used for waiting for his response to study him, not being able to help it, particularly coming back to his eyes after Jax’a own flickered to Castor’s other features.

Castor's heart fluttered when he realized he had to 'suffer' with this gorgeous man getting closer. Oh no, no, no, don't come closer, go farther way! Go back, go back, go ba- His thoughts came to as stop when he felt the slight pressure against his scythe. Is he insane? He's actually cra- oh God no, step back! Castor, do something! Push him away! All he could do was tighten his grip on the scythe and instinctively pull the weapon back closer to his side. He couldn't remember the last time he spoke to a man his own age that wasn't serving under him. "I..." ...think you're really pretty and should actually get the hell away from me! He turned his head to the side when he noticed pale blue eyes gazing into his own grey ones. "I- I guess it depends o-on what you're doing here..." He mumbled. The closeness was not helping the heat on his face die down. If anything, if felt like it was getting worse.

((CASTOR IS ADORABLE))

((ISN'T HE THOOOOOO))

"Is that what you want in return?" He questioned and shrugged, taking a step back to lean against the wall, picking up a little bobble sitting on a table and playing with it, playing with the thought of stealing it but deciding not to. He usually would've stolen it without a second thought, but he just didn't feel the need to. OR that was just what he was trying to convince himself of... but I guess you won't know. Again, not a big deal; he just needed to focus on the very important item he was hiding. "Just taking something I've had my eye on. Don't worry, nothing I can harm your pretty little head with." He reassured, noticing the crimson tint appearing across Prince Cassy's cheeks and he found it quite adorable. Guess you can't quite get rid of past feelings. No matter, it's not like you can act on them, young dumbass He felt someone remind him in a mocking tone, growling mentally when he realized it was Lilith. Now are you coming or do we have to have another "set everything on fire and then I can be even more of an idiot and almost get burned and impaled 17 different times" moment where I narrowly save you? She asked, obviously tired. Both mentally and generally. Hold your horses Grandma. Is it time for your nap time yet? He taunted, still letting his eyes wander, carefully away from the cat. He felt her about to just leave and groaned in his head, saying Fine, fine, I'm sorry. He conceded but he didn't seem very remorseful whatsoever. Just stay there Lilith, okay? Take a nap or whatever. And with that he heard a faint grumbling sound, triumphant now that she had decided to take a nap. He then was reminded of one thing that for some reason, he found very important. "Why were you crying?" He asked suddenly, arms crossed as his expression became distinctly more serious.

"I do not want anything in return," Castor responded, wishing the scythe away and moving back to sit down and calm the wary feline that stared at the intruder the angry, icy blue eyes. "I am Castor Khaasey, next in-line to the Eloralian throne... I have everything I could ever want..." He gained a sorrowful expression. "Or at least, there's nothing that a petty thief could possibly give me," he added for his own amusement, wondering how long that man's calm temper could hold. "Whatever you stole is probably a fake. My father is smarter than he looks," a soft smirk creeped to his lips. "Although, his childish streak does get in the way sometimes," as the heir, Castor had been given multiple chances of seeing the not-so-respectable side of his King, and he cherished each experience. "It's rare to find anything legitimate in his palace, unless you know the correct person to talk to," and it was clear that he himself was one of those people ge spoke of, but with the amount of lies he has been put through in his past with his ex-lovers gave him a stronger resolve than most.
Castor's smirk was wiped off his face when he heard that question. He pulled Bruno closer to his chest and dropped his gaze to the floor. "Th-that's none of your business," he responded softly.

((*looks at big tower of text*

Whew, I'm on my phone but LETS DO THIS))

((Hehehe))

((To get into character, I always listen to the songs I've deemed express Jax's... "Jax-ness" well; rn it's Hello Kitty))

Jax just laughed and tilted his head at him. "Like I don't already know who you are, Little Prince? I do disagree with you on the second part however. I'm much more than your average petty thief. I did get here, didn't I?" He asked rhetorically, still very much flirting.
"Oh please," He protested. "Your father may not be as entirely dumb as a rock, but I have been here before you know. Too much time of my life wasted here training to be another puppet. I must say, I'm a bit offended that you don't recognize me, but I wouldn't say that I'm surprised." He chuckled to himself, placing the item back only to grab another one, playing catch with it and rolling it around in this smooth but hardened hands. "I wasn't as good-looking or as charming as I am now." He winked, a bitter undertone to his smooth voice.
"You're right, and if I hadn't already paid off another one of them, I would've loved to ask you, adorable as you are Cassy. A shame that you're always guarded by those jerky bodyguards of yours. I don't actually think you'd give me any information at all, however. Would you?" He asked teasingly.
His gaze was slightly softened, and *gasps* is that actual genuine consideration in his icy eyes?! "It's not." He agreed and shrugged. "But if you can't tell a perfect stranger, who can you tell? I find that it's much easier to tell people you've never met before -or don't remember meeting at least- things you can't bring yourself to tell people that you should feel happily inclined to tell; less things you can lose I guess." He explained but remembered himself and quickly back-tracked. "But if that's nothing like the situation you're in, then feel free to tell me to shut up. No reason to trust me, but I only trade in stolen goods, not feelings and thoughts. Trading information gets a lot more risky when its about things going on in someone's head that can be used against them for daring to trust someone. Not really my thing... Jax trailed off, wanting to get himself to stop talking.

((hehehe, yeh, I gotta do that sometimes if I haven't used the character in a while. owo ))

Just when Castor was sure his blush had gone away, he burst to a bright red yet again. This cocky bastard! He childishly crossed his arms and looked a different dirction with a pout. "Yeah, well... I- I've had to meet a lot of people, one can't expect me to remember everyone! A-and I don't care about appearance" He attempted to defend himself and ignore the comment on physical appearance. I couldn't care less for what someone looks like. I just want to be loved for who I am, not my status. Of course, that's obviously too much to ask for, so why even bother trying anymore. He tightened his grip on his arms and clenched his jaw. "W-well, that's why I got a cat..." he looked to said feline. "Bruno's a normal cat. He can't say a word to humans," he picked up the cat as if it was an infant. He took no notice of claws pulling the tie that held his hair together. "Though I do wonder what someone would say if they had a hint of what went on in my head," he he started at the flames that lit the lit the room. "I'm tired," he blurted without a single thought. His voice decided to do its' own thing, apparently. Again. "Of life... Of living... My duties, the expectations. Tired of being hurt, tired of the same damn day being repeated," he sighed and stood up to lay his feline in his own bedding that clearly stated that the prince spoiled the tabby. "And very tired of hoping for..." He decided to draw the line there. He was not just going to reveal those problems. The subject of his non-existent love-life was off limits. "Ehh... Never mind," he muttered and discreetly hugged himself to try to push back his emotions. Not until whatever-his-name-is is gone. Remember what your governor said... 'Showing emotion is weakness, keep it buried at all costs.' Heh, easier said than done.

((How do you guys write such long posts?!))

((For me it just depends on how detailed the other persons' reply is. ;u; Well, that and I've got around 9 years worth of online role-playing experience... So I guess that says something? I think? I hope?
It's difficult for me to role-play with those who are not used to semi-advanced role-playing. I do my best to have 4+ sentences, buuut if the other role-player is at a lower level, there's a higher chance I take a lot longer to respond. My responses also depend on the personality of the character (which I temporarily adopt as my own as I write my replies) and the interaction of my character and the other persons' character. If there is a lack of interaction... Well, I'm screwed. xD ))

((whelp, time to build a ship, guys. theifxprince (is that right i just read this, help me if I'm wrong) letsgoooooo))

Birdsong231 ♀ Asura ♊ Hawkfrost ♋ Tayah ♌ wrote: "((For me it just depends on how detailed the other persons' reply is. ;u; Well, that and I've got around 9 years worth of online role-playing experience... So I guess that says something? I think? ..."

((*blinks*))

((Uh honestly, I'm petty and refuse to write any less than my partner 😅

But yeah, I agree with Birdy; I have to thoroughly enjoy RPing with my partner to put effort into it and keep going.

Also, I love Castor and Birdy is AN AMAZING roleplayer

I only have about a year under my belt though))

✨just kylee.✨ wrote: "((whelp, time to build a ship, guys. theifxprince (is that right i just read this, help me if I'm wrong) letsgoooooo))"

((HELL YEAH!))

((TYYYYY ^////^ (( YESYESYESYESYESYESYES))

Fiel knocked gently onto the door, she had been given some food to give the prince so she was doing that now. It's not fair that they all get wonderful food and the only food she gets is rotten lettuce and maggot filled meat.

Castor instantly shut up and froze. Crap! "One second!" He called as he stood up and grabbed the unnamed stranger by his wrist and pushed him into his closet. "If you don't want ti be arrested, you'll stay quite," he whispered before closing the doors. He then rushed over to the entrance ti his room and composed himself before opening it. Seeing the girl, he gave a genuine smile. "Good evening, Miss Fiel," he had made it his duty to personally remember the names of all staff, even the ones technically considered lower than staff.

"Hello prince." She said, handing him his food before bowing. "I hear somebody in your closet." She stated.

Ajax opened his mouth to reply and jolted at the sound, not protesting at all and practically jumping into his huge closet fit for a Prince (Hehe..hehe...he... I’ll show myself out now). He took that as a sign that the Royal wouldn't sell him out, placing a hand on his dagger sheath just in case he needed it. He sent him a quick wink before the doors were urgently shut and he was enveloped in shadows. He wasn't nervous, but rather anticipating that something would go wrong. When you were Jax, with all of his “Jax-ness”? Life tended to do that to you... A lot. It was dark but he could still see to an extent, moving as little as he could to find a place where even if the doors were open, he wouldn’t be seen. He picked the first place that would do the job, silently placing himself behind a bunch of drawers at the back.

Castor took the tray and laughed nervously. This probably seems really weird now. "Oh, that? Just a friend of mine being strange," he explained with an exhausted sigh. "Both them and I would probably get in trouble for it, so..." He put the tray down and brought his hands together in a prayer(?). "Please don't tell anyone?" He begged, and was absolutely ready to go a step further and beg on his knees.

"I won't tell anybody, all of you guys have people in your rooms, I was more just trying to let you know that for people with great senses its obvious. However I am supposed to kill any intruders sooo." She said walking past, unsheething her sword, poking it through the cabinet door and suddenly slamming it right through, she intentionally missed him for the most part. She grazed his side, it bleed a ton for that wound. She made sure the sword was bloody and she pulled it out. "That's what happens."

Castor manifested his scythe and confidently walked after her and lifted his weapon to press it against her corroded artery. "You dare disobey the wishes of your future King?" He narrowed his eyes and gained an intimidating aura that held strong authority. "As I said, this is a friend. They did not intrude. It was an unexpected visit," it was known he was skilled with the scythe, and had a habit of besting his own teachers. One accidentally called him a reaper, and of course Castor had ended up crying for the rest of the day. That didn't stop him from continuing his mastery of the weapon, though.

Ajax swung out his blade, catching her in the cheek right as she attacked. He forced himself to jump up and hit her again with the pointy side of his weapon, hitting her right in the chest because DAMN KEEPING THE PEACE WHEN SOMEONE JUST STABBED YOU! He snarled and grabbed her sword by its blade, not caring that it cut him, and threw it across the floor, about to kill her but Castor’s voice stopped him. His offensive stance did not falter, still more than happy to stab her in the throat, but- well, he didn’t actually know why he stopped; if it was anyone else he would’ve done it anyways and jumped right out the window before he could second-guess himself like he usually did... STUPID HEART! YOUR JOB IS TO PUMP BLOOD. THAT IS IT. STOP SCREWING ME UP He screamed mentally before getting back on track, his expression serious for once.

((SDJFNAKEJ))

((... Do you wanna know what he stole?))

Birdsong231 ♀ Asura ♊ Hawkfrost ♋ Tayah ♌ wrote:
"it was known he was skilled with the scythe, and had a habit of besting his own teachers. One accidentally called him a reaper, and of course Castor had ended up crying for the rest of the day."

((AWWWW POOR BABY))

Ava | I'm walking on sunshine wrote: "((... Do you wanna know what he stole?))"

((I DOOOOO))

((I'LL PM YOU))

((OKIE))

Birdsong231 ♀ Asura ♊ Hawkfrost ♋ Tayah ♌ wrote: "Castor manifested his scythe and confidently walked after her and lifted his weapon to press it against her corroded artery. "You dare disobey the wishes of your future King?" He narrowed his eyes ..."

"As you can see he is officially 'dead'" She said with a sigh. "Now if you will act as if he is dead we can say I did my job and thusly avoid execution. If I had wanted he would be on the floor, his intestines on the floor." She could easily knock away his scythe with some magic if he tried to do anything, but it was already over one of the thicker parts of her armor.

Jax just scowled at her. "Oh please, you seem even more cockier than I am. And that's VERY hard to do so I guess good job." He sarcastically congratulated. "If he wasn't here, your head would be on floor next to them if you even got that far." He snapped, holding the side of his torso with his right hand protectively, not moving his left one. "... I guess thanks." He reluctantly commented, the words seeming as if they had been forced through his mouth. "You know we could've done like ANYTHING else, yes?" He asked, feeling very petty even though her logic matched up well. "You could've just, oh don't know- not stabbed me?! And we all just could've pretended as if I wasn't even here? No one saw me come in. I made sure of that." He explained, his tirade becoming more calm as he went on.

Ava | I'm walking on sunshine wrote: "Jax just scowled at her. "Oh please, you seem even more cockier than I am. And that's VERY hard to do so I guess good job." He sarcastically congratulated. "If he wasn't here, your head would be on..."

"Smells last for days somebody would have noticed, the smell of blood would make them assume you died." She stated.

Castor's scarred eye began to twitch with annoyance and he moved the scythe so he could lean against it like a staff. "I've had enough things to deal with today, I don't need more problems on my plate. My temper is beginning to run thin," he warned as he tapped his index finger against the metal. "I can deal with the rest myself," he glanced over to his feline, who had slept through the entire ordeal. I mean, I've had enough patching experience to last a lifetime... He closed his eyes and tilted his head down to be sure the scar was temporarily hidden from sight. Can't I have one day without thinking about or remembering something negative? Is that really too much to ask?

"I'll dismiss myself now." She stated with a bow, her head slamming into the floor, knocking her out instantly.

Castor looked up in surprise. He blinked twice, and stayed still until he brought up and hand to smack his own forehead. "This is why I'm so antisocial..." He sighed and threw his scythe back into nothingness before picking up the unconscious woman and quietly leaving the room to find someone who could take care of her. Some of the, really do go above any beyond... That's not always necessarily a positive thing. He kept walking until he saw someone, and bent the story just a little bit, leaving out the part of violence. That should work... Time for clean up. He easily wandered back to his chambers.

((That's the best I could come up with. xD ))

Ajax just groaned as he watched Castor leave. "Well now they'll want my dead body won't they? To go with the BLOOD?" He grumped, having a temper tantrum because she had gotten the better of him and may have doomed him... but mostly because she had gotten the best of him. It wasn't really helping his already Kingdom sized ego. He went back when the door closed, finding his way to the bathroom and rifling through the cabinets for bandages and medicine. He found a kit and pulled it out, pulling off his sticky shirt and starting to apply the hazy gel to his wound, hissing as he did but again, this wasn't the worst thing that had happened to him.

(Soooooooo... We all agree that Fiel's a badass?)

((heheheh, ye))

Castor entered his room yet again, and repeated his actions before his pity party was interrupted, which consisted of closing his eyes and allowing his head to just...hang. But this time, he didn't have his hair-tie to keep his hair from completely covering his face.This is exhausting. He looked up and noticed that the injured and nameless man had disappeared. Oh God, where did he go?! Horrible scenarios flashed in his mind and he looked around in a wild panic, until he noticed a light from the restroom. Oh thank God, there's not a bleeding man running around palace grounds. He knew the sentence sounded a bit rude, but at least it was his head, right?
He walked up to the doorway and leaned against the frame. "How bad is it?" He asked softly.

She had grazed him just bad enough to make him bleed, a wound that would heal in a day at most. Also she is not a badass, she just does what she feels needs done.)

Ajax left his shirt sprawled on a small wooden stool, pulling his hair back tightly in a high ponytail. “Not too bad.” He answered with a wry smirk, glancing back slightly over his shoulder at the handsome prince. He stared for a moment before turning back, ripping a bandage off of the roll and applying his to the stab wound. “Of course I’d prefer it if I didn’t get stabbed by a Palace maid.” He deadpanned, chuckling sarcastically to himself. “Do all of the servants get trained in combat?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, taking his shirt and kneeling down to the tub to wash the blood out before it dried.

“Let me just clean this and I’ll be out of your way.” He said quietly, face hidden since his back was to Castor. “The guards have probably moved on by now, but they might come back since the maid was unconscious when she left, so I’ll leave in a moment.” He thought out loud. When he got most of it out, he pulled it back on. It was wet but that didn’t matter much since flying in a windy night like this was already cold before. He rather liked it anyways. Jax stood up and stretched, turning back around to face the Prince, walking over to him. “Word of advice before I go, next time a thief just appears in your bedroom and tells to you help them, maybe make sure you get something out of it. You might be the heir to the throne, but you never know what a stranger could offer.” He instructed, just saying whatever would stop him from leaving at that moment. “And only because being helped without the other person having an ulterior motive makes me uneasy, you have an IOU from someone who managed to infiltrate the palace. Does that sound alright to you?” He asked with crossed arms in that pompous stance of his.

(Sorry it took so long!)

((No worries!))

Castor shook his head. "Miss Fiel isn't a maid, she's a knight," he responded. "I'm not sure why she'd act as one of the staff, though..." He tailed off to attempt to understand the elven female. His train of thought came to halt when he heard the thief speak. The last sentence felt almost broke him, as he was forced to remember one thing he wanted. A wave of mixed emotions collapsed on top of him, and he felt his depression take over again for umpteenth time today. "You can't do a damn thing about what I desire," he slid down a wall he had pressed his back against. "It doesn't even have a physical form. If you think you have the power to fix a broken heart, go right ahead. Do whatever the hell you want," he stared at the floor beneath him. "But just know you'll always fail. You can't fix anything beyond repair. I've already tried," he pulled his knees close to his chest and buried his face into them. "It gets exhausting after six years,"

Ya, Fiel is just the type you just won't understand. Her actions seem random and arbitrary at times, cold, calculated and important at the next moment. Good to have on your side, if nothing else so your plans are not interrupted by somebody impossible to predict)

(My brain is blankkkk)

((I don't know how to respond to my post either, tbh xD My brain backfired on itself itself.))