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Tħə Шзαvєяѕ (A Fantasy Adventure! Now Accepting)

The Weavers

The Story...

When the lands of the world were untainted by man’s oils, and the water was uncontaminated, magic existed. People weren’t reliant on vehicles to get to the store and the people who lived in Utopia didn’t have to worry about taxes because their king, Xavier was benevolent and didn’t lust for the riches of man, but wanted harmony to be between the people of his kingdom and the land. Magic users were called Weavers in those times, and King Xavier had six working for him in the kingdom: Weaver of Healing, Weaver of Flame, Weaver of Waters, Weaver of Rock, Weaver of Storm, and Weaver of Pain. These people possessed great powers, and were the best in the kingdom. Each person excelled in one form of magic.

In another land, magic was dwindling. Their king, Damask was an ambitious ruler who believed a kingdom was only as strong as its economy. His beliefs spread the thoughts of industrialization. And when they decided to start stripping things from the earth greedily, they began to lose their magic. Damask expanded his kingdom ten times its original size. He saw years later that even though he had many people in his kingdom, none had magic. He also saw that Xavier’s kingdom was still thriving in magic and had six magic users among the people there.

And so, the wheels of his mind turned and he came up with a plan. If he didn’t have the advantage of magic, he wouldn’t be able to defeat other kingdoms and make them his own. He wanted to be all-powerful—to have the world under his thumb and to have the many riches man craved. Damask had demanded that Xavier succumb to him and give to him the six Weavers so that he could steal from them their powers. Xavier refused firmly.

Knowing that Damask would not stop until the magic was his, Xavier asked of the Weavers to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the world. He had them split Damask’s kingdom up by splitting the continent so that his influence was lowered to the earth at his feet (boats were not invented then). After that was done, Xavier had their magic bound in six books. Using the only bit of magic he had, he put a spell on the books and vowed that the Weavers would rise once more when the world needed it most.

The setting is England, 1782. This used to be the center of Xavier’s empire. Many years have passed since the kingdoms of those times fell, and magic is practically nonexistent. The time for the Weavers to return has come as the magic users from Damask’s kingdom are sent into the future to find them. The six books were locked away in different parts of Yorkshire (but all are in the same vicinity), and the souls of the Weavers were reincarnated near their corresponding book. Once they find their books, their old powers will return and some of the memories of their past will as well.

But in regaining their powers, the other magic users will know where they are. How will they deal with their newfound responsibilities? Will they be as self-sacrificing as they were in Utopia? Or will they try to flee?

The Rules...

•This is a literate role-play. Therefore, I expect at least four or five (4 or 5) good sentences per post. I understand writers block, but that does not mean you can’t think of one freaking paragraph. Plus, it annoys people when they post a good paragraph and then the next person posts a one-liner. Come on! Give them something to work with!

• Make sure to use correct punctuation and capitalization. No chat speak! And when talking in OOC use some kind of brackets such as: {} (()) [ ] (())

•Follow the TOS! Title the PM 'Muffins!'

•Do NOT give me orders! Dx I would understand if you made suggestions, but if you attempt to command me, you will receive one strike. Get three, and you are out. ^^

•I am the creator of this rp. Obey me!

•If you’re going away let me know or post it.

• No Godmodding, auto-hitting, power-playing, or killing another character! If you think that someone has done any of those things, tell me FIRST. I don't want a big commotion over something that could have been prevented, okay?

•Do not quote another person’s post unless it is three pages back or more. They will probably get who your talking to if you use their names.

• Always check the front page! It may have new announcements or something important on it. I’m not going to keep reminding everyone about checking. If you miss a new rule and break it, it’s your fault, not mine.

•Pm me your profiles! Do not post them! Put a cat emote in your profile somewhere.

•Highlight the rules to find hidden messages such as what to add and the title of your pm.

•Be active! Don’t join the rp, post once, and then leave. Nor should you join and then not post at all (it has happened to me before).

•Try not to do anything racy on this thread. :O You can cuss, but don't drop the F-bomb every two sentances, mkay?

• The limit of characters for one person is three. :]

•I will add rules when I think of them. xDD Baha.

Characters...

Full Name: Rosaline Lenore Parson
Appearance:http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g9...incess-1-1.jpg
Age: 17
Gender: Female, obviously.
Occupation: Opera Singer~♪
Weaver/Villain/Other (if so, explain, please. ^^): Weaver of Waters
Personality: I am considered sweet and kind by my family members, but I can be rather ambitious. I care not for the prospect of marriage, even though my father wishes to see me married off before I’m eighteen. I am independent and love music and art. I am loyal to my friends and would do anything to keep them safe. Fickle to the end, my mind often changes during different situations and I find it hard to come to decisions when I’m under pressure. My curiosity matches that of a cat. We all know the saying about cats, no?

OH! And I do so love to sing! It is one of the things that I can do for hours on end without getting bored. Did I mention I have a short attention-span? I can be talking about one thing one moment, stare off at something in the distance the next, and then say something that is completely off-subject, thus turning the entire conversation around. It’s a little strange really. The only time when I feel like I can truly think straight is when I am bathing or swimming.

That’s me in a nutshell.

Biography: My father is Daniel Parsons, and he owns the theatre that I perform in. I was born into a middle class family in Yorkshire, neither rich nor poor. I had a good education and our trips to the coast were most pleasant in the summer. I traveled to the new world once, but I found the boat ride more appealing than the continent itself. Seriously, why go to the place when there was much more interesting things in the ocean?

I have always loved the water, even when I was young. My mother used to have to force me out of the tub as a child. My Governess said that I was unruly for that, but found quickly that she could bribe me to do anything by promising we would go to the spring located in the forest behind my house after lessons. She got me to learn French and German that way. =3

Anyways, my father discovered my singing talent when I was fifteen. Even though my voice wasn’t fully developed, I was good enough to perform. At first, my father had thought that would be a good way to get me noticed by the wealthy men, but none of the men who were interested were what my father wanted. I’m going to have my coming out party this month. It’s exciting.

But—there is part of me that has always longed for something more than what I had. Something was missing, but I didn’t know what. It might just be my imagination. Who knows?

Powers: she can manipulate any liquid that contains a percentage of water in it. Even in a desert, she could condense the water in the air and use it to fight. With the water, she can control its properties as well. It is her weapon in battle as well as her defense.

Played by: Mistress of Puppets

Full Name: Damien Vash Aligherty
Appearance: http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g9...ys/argoth1.jpg
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Occupation: First in command
Weaver/Villian/Other (if so, explain, please. ^^): one of Damask’s Magic-users.
Personality: Damien is quiet, mysterious. He doesn’t really speak his mind, nor does he really answer when spoken to. The only time he talks is when he has something to say, or if it is important that he speaks up. Damien is strong willed, but is not loyal to just one person. He does not really like Damask, but because it looks like Damask is winning the battle, he decided to stay on his team. Damien doesn’t really care what the outcome of things are; he is just following his orders.

Bigraphy: Damien, believe it or not, used to live in Xavier’s kingdom. He was a skilled magic user, one of the most promising in his kingdom. When it was announced that the King was going to choose the most promising magic-users and give them positions in his castle, he was very much excited. Being close friends with the Weavers, Damien was certain that all of them would be chosen together.

However, the day that the king announced who he was picking, all of his friends were chosen and he was cast aside. When he confronted the king about this, he stated that there was something about him that bespoke a thirst for power. “That lust will corrupt you if I give you power, dear boy. Please, do not resent me for not choosing you, but you just are not as strong as the others.”

Feeling looked down upon and over shadowed by the other six, he left Xavier’s kingdom and traveled east, to a neighboring kingdom. When Damask spread his rule over that kingdom, he saw Damien’s potential and appointed him part of his army. This was the closest thing to a weaver Damien ever got.

Over the years he honed his powers and developed new ones as well. He was going to show the Weavers his power; he was going to show them that Xavier had made a mistake in overlooking him. Damien was set on defeating them in battle, but the damned Weavers had to go and kill themselves like the ignoramuses they were.

Damask, having heard from one of his spies in Xavier’s kingdom, found out about the books, and ordered Damien, the two other magic users, and a few soldiers into the future to seek out the Weavers and bring them back. He saw this as an opportunity to see what powers the Weavers had after being dead for many years. He didn’t know how disappointed he would be.
Powers: Damien can make and control plants at his will. He can also shape-shift into different people and animals.

Played By: Mistress of Puppets

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Full Name: Zachary Cunningham
Appearance: [Zachary]
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Occupation: Butler
Weaver/Villian/Other: Weaver of Pain
Personality: I'm not what you would call a nice person (in fact people call me a sadist). Usually I'll be the type to make some sort of criticism or smart remark to a person and not care if they get hurt or insulted over it. Actually scratch that, I kind of like it when people are in pain. I mean if you can't take the pain stay at home or don't run into me. If you catch me in a good mood I'll be nice, but that's pretty rare unless you are a close friend of mine. If you are though, then more power to you. Still, that won't stop me from making the occasional jab (in jest). I'm also a flirt and if I find a girl I like I'll still flirt with other people (see I'm not into the whole commit thing). I mean we're not married so why should I tie myself down?
Bigraphy: When you first look at my family what do you see? A nice couple with three kids in a picket fence home? Well you'd be half-right. My parents meant well, but alas we were pretty poor so they spent most of their life working and being thrifty when she could. Unfortunately, neither or them were home for very long. Since I was the youngest I was always watched over by my older brothers (Joshua and Peter) and I would "play" with them. Only playing meant being wrestled down to the floor and having to tap out (actually when I was younger I would always cry when they hurt me).

Even with that in mind, I ended up learning how to fight, which I found was very rewarding, especially since they were always full of fight. I had actually gotten good to the point where they would tap out because of how much it hurt. The first time it happened when I was around fourteen and they, fifteen and sixteen respectively. I was able to get Pete on the floor and bent his arm back while I stepped on his back, pushing until he was to the brink of tears.

My dad caned me that day, but secretly I had enjoyed causing my brother than pain (though I didn't know why) and continued to wrestle, but restrained myself from doing that again. As much as I liked causing pain, I didn't want to receive too much of it. When I was eighteen, I moved out to find my own place as well as a job. I had a bit of trouble at first with a job hunt, but my mom, who had worked for the Valentine household for a few years was able to set something up. So now I'm working as a butler to Sophia Valentine.
Powers: He can manipulate any living creature's nervous system and inflict pain both physically as well as psychologically and magnify it ten fold. Just as well, he can manipulate a person's nerves so that they don't feel any pain sensation. His point of contact comes either from looking at an object or touching it with his skin.
Played By: Cows Go Moo

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Full name: Sophia "Sophie" Valentine
Appearance: Sophie
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Occupation: A mere heiress to her family's wealth, and an avid fencer.
Weaver/Villain/Other (if so, explain, please, ^^): Weaver of Storm
Personality: Sophie is a very fun young woman for the most part as she is carefree. Even though extremely wealthy, she doesn't fit the part and sees everyone as an equal. She is also very friendly, treating her maids and butlers as if they were friends, which can be displeasing to her father at times. The only traits she managed to gain from him (aside from the unique silvary hair) was his temper, and intelligence. Although she rarely gets upset, she uses her brain rather than brawns in most instances.
Biography: Being born as the only daughter into a wealthy family, Sophie was an obedient child for the most part. She apparently was brought up in a strict household, her not being able to have as many male friends as she would have liked to; her parents were very overprotective. Her father did promise to her though, that by the time she was eighteen, she'd be married. Eighteen came and went, so her father decided to let her choose who she would marry -the only good decision he's made since her existance.

Though, she could say that he made another good decision in hiring his daughter an abundance of butlers, all of which were fired because they weren't sitting well with him. Sophie got him to settle with her new and latest one since he was the only that seemed to understand her and became a good friend as well.
Powers: The rain is like Sophie's emotions, when she cries, it sprinkles; when she's angered it thunderstorms. During these storms, she is able to control when and where thunder and lightening strike.
Played by: robochicky

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Full Name: Christian David Valuid
Appearance: Click (( but has brown eyes))
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Occupation: Musician
Weaver: Weaver of stone
Personality: I am very quiet and hardly ever talk. People look at me and think that I am sometimes mute since I don’t talk. But in truth I just don’t think that talking to strangers is any good. But when you get to know me I turn into a completely different person. When you get to know me, I am a very nice and kind person most of the time.

My parents could never keep me in one place for long and I always had to be going somewhere. I always felt like I had to be moving or going somewhere. But people feared me for my anger. My anger would explode and it would be so bad sometimes that I had to lock myself in a room till I calmed down.

Biography: I was born in a small place called Bodmin, my parents where middle class but where on the verge of being poor. My parents owned music shop and taught many people how to play. But they never noticed my natural talent with music. Right when I picked up a violin, I seemed to be able to play beautifully.

After a while, they noticed how I could play but my best work was done when I was outside. My music just seemed to come out of me, as if it was my way of being able to show every emotion I have. But when my parents tried to send me off to play at a theater, I would run. I liked to play for fun and wanted to explore the world and not just stay in one place and play forever like that.

When my parents saw that they wouldn’t be able to control me they just let me go. They just let me do what ever I wanted…and I loved it. When I turned 17, I set off to play my music anywhere I wanted. All I knew was that I wasn't able to stay in one place. So I now travel from place to place playing my music and having fun.

Powers: He can control the earth and stone.

Played by: Palmoun

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Originally Posted by Amelia

Full Name: Shane Jeremiah Sullivan
Appearance: Shane
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bartender at a tavern
Weaver/Villian/Other (if so, explain, please. ^^): Weaver of Fire
Personality: He can be a little loud and obnoxious. He's always up for a challenge, and he loves to fight. At first he can come off as being kind of cool and collected, but the more you pry into him you see that he has a natural spark that can sometimes cause him to do very reckless things. He's actually kind of arrogant, and sometimes says things without taking into consideration how rude it really might be. He's very outgoing, and doesn't really have any respect for boundaries or personal space.
He loves to sit around infront of fire places because it normally relaxes him, and he has found he has a high tolerance to heat.
Biography: He comes from a poor family, with three brothers. He always fought with them, which in turned helped him learn basic combat. They cramped themselves into a tiny home, so there wasn't any real privacy. His father was a butler and his mother cleaned houses. He never had any real problems with his family, they were actually very close, when you have no money all you really have is family. Having no sisters came his slight disregard for women's feelings, mostly because he just doesn't understand them.=3 When he was eighteen he moved out of the house, despite his love for his family he found himself thriving for something more. He bounced around a lot, staying where ever he could find a bed for the night. Eventually he took a job at a local tavern, bartending as well as keeping drunken fights under control. The owner of the place lets him sleep on a cot in a back room, which is where he has stayed since.
Powers: He has complete control over fire. He can take the heat in the air and create fire with it. Once the flames are raging he has the power to shrink it or make it grow as large as he wants.

Full Name: Scott Vincent Tylend
Appearance: Scott
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Occupation:
Weaver/Villian/Other (if so, explain, please. ^^): Villian
Personality: Scott is very cocky, and doesn't really care for anyone. He is completely arrogant, and often finds himself thinking he is the best. He is a loner, and does not care to work with any sort of group. He is also quite greedy, which is mostly what causes him to help the King of Damask. He doesn't like to speak much, because he thinks that most people will not be able to match his intelligence, therefore they aren't worth his time. Basically, he is an all around modern day jerk.
Biography: At a young age his mother died, and he was left alone with his father. His father spent day and night training Scott to be the best, making him be completely on top of studies as well as being a skilled fighter. His dad never showed him any love nor compassion, he only strived to work his son to be the best. When Scott was fifteen his father sent him off on his own to take care of himself, thinking it would be one last lesson to be the best. Scott quickly found himself working for the King for a lavish amount of money because of all his fine tuned skills. With the King's help he also discovered he had the ability to use magic.
Powers: He has some control over shadows. He can make them take a physical form and manipulate them to some degree.
Role Play Sample: (I'm going to assume the sample up there is the only one needed. ^^ )

The Skeleton of the Characters...

That's right! The Character Skeleton! :'D This must be filled out and sent to me in order to be accepted into this roleplay~♪ Be sure not to leave any blank spaces out. ^~

Full Name:
Appearance: (either a picture or a detailed description, please.)
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Role Play Sample: (It can be from a previous rp, or it can be off the spot. Just show me you are at least semi-literate. :D No worries.)
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Memo on Weavers

In the beginning of the rp, the reincarnations of the weavers have no powers and no memory of their pasts. They might have an affinity towards the element that they had control over in their previous life (i.e. The Weaver of Water likes swimming in water, or Fire likes watching candles flicker...). Once they touch their book, the magic inside the book will go into them; however, it will not fully unlock their powers until they open the book and read it. If you are confused, PM me.

A Few Words about our Villains

Well, for one, they were sent into the future to capture the Weavers and bring them back to Damask or kill them. These are magic users gathered from all of Damask's kingdom, where the magic grows ever so thin. Though there are few, they have unique magic styles and can handle combat. Killing might be easier, but Damask would prefer that most be brought back alive, for he needs them for his plan.

Others...?

Well, you may be a normal person who just managed to get tied up in the mess. You could be a person from the past who came to aid the Weavers. Who knows? I just thought it would be nice to let you guys use your imagination. :)

Reserved for announcements and whatnot. ^^

((Since we have some members, I'm going to open the thread to posting. :D
Dun Da Da Daaah~ *snips ribbon*

This rp is officially OPEN))

CHA! First Post~♥

”Quand je vous aimerai?
Ma foi, je ne sais pas,
Peut-être jamais, peut-être demain.
Mais pas aujourd'hui, c'est certain.”

The words from La Habanera drifted lightly through the cool air around the Parsons’ residence. It was a nice, crisp spring day; dew clung to the blades of green grass on the lawn in the front of the medium-sized, Gothic-styled house. Rosaline sung to herself as she cantered through the small garden out back towards the thick forest ahead. The dead leaves left from winter crunched under her feet as she walked. She had finished her lessons for the day, and her Governess had permitted her to go outside. She knew where Rosaline was going to go.

Like clockwork, Rosaline reached the spring as the sun reached the horizon. Removing the clips from her hair, a cascade of golden-brown locks flowed down her back. The waters in the spring sparkled in the light iridescently.

“L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,
s'il lui convient de refuser.”

Moments later, Rosaline slipped into the waters, her clothes folded neatly on the smooth rock nearby. She liked how secluded the spring was because she didn’t have to worry about people seeing her. Besides, the spring was on her family’s land. Why would someone want to walk through it and risk getting into trouble?

Poachers tried to hunt on her land, and many of them ended up getting caught and hanged the next day on one of the tree branches to warn intruders. Rosaline found that a little barbaric, but she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Arching her back, she dipped her head under the water to wet her hair and stayed under for a few moments, reveling in the cool feel of the cool liquid against her skin.

For the past couple of months, she had been tormented with the same reoccurring dream of sitting on the top of a cliff overlooking a lush vally with a bustling town in the center. She would just be watching the wind blow the trees below when a person came up behind her and rested a hand on her shoulder. It wasn't exactly a bad dream, but she always awoke with a feeling of sadness afterwards. Now more than ever, she had the feeling that the dream meant something—something important that she had to do. But what was it? Rosaline burst up from the water, filling her lungs with much needed air. Her friend was supposed to visit her that morning, yet she had yet to come. Idly, she pondered the wherabouts of her said friend.

((^_^ I feel accomplished.))

Christian walked around the forest enjoying the feel of the earth under his feet and the trees around him. He loved everything about the forest and everything had a nartural beat to it. He had no idea where he was and really didnt' care. He was a wondering musician and that ment he wondered where he pleased. If he got in trouble he would just say sorry and play his violin for them. He then sat down next to a tree and could heard everything around him.

He heard the birds singing and hte groaning of the trees and the whistling of the wind and in the distance he could heard water. It must be a river or a spring or something. It was a beautifull sound and he needed to play with it. He whipped out his violin and started to play. The music brought in all the sounds from around him and combinded them into something beautifull. It was amazing how simple it was and yet how beautifull it was. His eyes started to close and he let the sound of his music and everything else around him take him away. He loved this more then anything and didn't care if someone stumbled upon him. He loved music and the people around him usually fell in love with it when they listend.

It was near noon as the silhouette of a dancing figure came to a complete halt. For the past three hours, Sophie had been practicing her fencing as a match wasn't too far away from happening. Exhausted, she decided to take a break from her stress reliever that was fencing. Taking off her mask, she threw it to the ground before wiping away the sweat from her forehead, and shaking loose her now frizzed silver hair. It wasn't long before she kicked off her shoes as well and proceeded around the place barefoot. Bleh, I'm so tired and hungry... Sophie thought to herself before she found an open windowsill and sat right on it. "Zaaaach!" she called then opened the window before she leaned back against the wall part of the windowsill. "Come here pleaaase!" she drawled then waited.

Noontime was usually a time reserved for brunch, working, or even sleeping in if you were rich (or spoiled) enough. For this brunette butler it was the second option as he watched a silver-haired heiress practice fencing. Well it wasn't really a silver-haired heiress so much as his silver-haired heiress. After all, it was his responsibility to tend to her every need and want, but that didn't mean he couldn't wander off once in a while. He used the small window of time to drink from his flask. You see, Sophie's father didn't like him drinking around his daughter since it'd be a "bad influence" on her so he chose to drink in private.

His ear's perked at the sound of his nickname being called out, wondering what she was calling him for. Closing the bottle, Zachary stashed it away and rushed (by rushed he meant walked) back to where Sophie was fencing to find her without her mask and shoes on, leaning against a wall. Heading over to her, he raised a brow. "Tired already?"

Sophie managed to close her eyes for a bit, that practice really took a lot out of her. She heard familiar footsteps, Zach's specifically, and opened her eyes. What was that strong scent of..scotch? Although, shecame off as the obedient daugther, Sophie had her ways of getting around. Therefore, she had ways of getting her alcohol fix while at the same time seeming completely innocent. "Slightly, but you smell like you have been drinking.." she grinned with a raised brow. Sophie knew Zachary had his urges, she could care less if he was drinking around her, it wasn't like she was gonna go off and end up drunk on he street somewhere. Nonetheless, she only looked at him in anticipation.

Zachary shrugged. And you smell like sweat," he replied. For someone from the help, he had quite the mouth on him, though he knew when to quit (i.e. when his job would be put in jeopardy). Since the cat was out of the bag, he took out his flask an downed a bit of scotch, raising the container to the girl. "Want a swig?" He wouldn't let her go anywhere drunk, but a sip of ethanol wouldn't hurt anyone and she had enough common sense not to drink past her limit. Glancing at her form, he noted her posture and wondered whether or not he'd have to carry her up to her room...again.

Rosaline trailed her fingertips over the surface of the water, causing a rippling effect to distort her reflection. She hummed a light tune as she contemplated how the party that was to be held in the not-to-distant future would be. Her mother had picked out a royal blue dress for her to wear along with a string of pearls to go around her neck. Being put in the spotlight was never something that she was uncomfortable with. If it was, then she wouldn’t have chosen the job of opera singer.

Suddenly, a melody caught her ear, and she turned her head to see where it was coming from. The music was beautiful, filled with emotion and skillfully played. A lover of music, Rosaline had listened to many different pieces by a plethora of experienced musicians, and she could tell that whoever was playing the violin had talent. Aquatic blue-green eyes scanned the area for the source of the composition.

It was a man who was not far from her position in the spring that played the violin. Rosaline peered quietly over the bushes that shielded her indecent form from his sight, not that she was worried. The fellow’s eyes were closed. Stretching up on her tiptoes, the curious girl strained her eyes in attempt to get a better look at the man. It was at that moment that one of the smooth stones that rested under her feet slid, and she lost her balance with a yelp of surprise.

Splash!

The impact of her fall knocked the breath out of her lungs. Water filled her open mouth and went down her esophagus. Frantically, Rosaline flailed until she came out about the water, coughing and gasping for air. With shaking hands, she brushed her hair back out of her face. “Well, that was close,” she muttered as she looked back over her shoulder in the direction that the man. A glint of blue obtained her attention, and she noticed a blue book floating on the waters, the leather wrapping on it slowly sliding away. Subconsciously, her hand reached out and touched the book. A feeling of power rushed over her. Only once it was over did she let out a breath and look around.

“Strange…”

"Only if father's not around," Sophie smirked as she took the flask, "you remember the last time he caught you drinking.." and a good enough swig from it. The alcohol burned her throat and she shook her head before handing him back the container. "God, that burns so good.." she coughed a bit, enjoying both the spice and burning at the same time. She hated having scotch, it would always leave her wanting for more. Nonetheless, she had to get up and shower, her father was expecting them both back for lunch. She had other plans however. "Now carry me," the girl demanded, though it was a long standing joke, "I won't lie this time, I'm tired and lazy.."

Christien was startled when he heard the splash and he stoped playing. Everything came back ito focuse and he looked around. He then noticed a girl with a book in the spring. He quickly put his violin away and got up. He smiled as he fent the familiar weight of the violin case in his hands and walked over to her. "miss, are you alright?" he asked, his voice very soft as if it was hardly used and yet strong as a mountain. "I heard a splash and saw you caughing up water." he asked as he looked at her. But as he looked at her he noticed she was beautifull and he knew right away that she was of a higher class then him. But then again everyone was, he was a wondering musicion. Someone who was either looked down upon or who was poor. But in his mind he was rich, rich with music and a love for nature and earth.

But as he stood there he felt a pull to the mountains behind the spring. It felt like something was waiting for him there but he had to stay here and make sure that this young lady was okay. He may be poor but he was taught to make sure that people where okay and to see if they needed assistance.

"No, the vodka washed that away," Zachary answered with a small smile. Half of him was joking as he had forgotten what exactly happened, but got an idea since he had welts all over his back and sides and found out that he'd have his pay docked for a week. Grabbing and then closing the flask he laughed at her reaction. "You're going to need to get used to that," amateur Zach finished in his mind. "Why? Rich girl too lazy to walk?" he asked, rolling his eyes. Still, he scooped her up without warning.

"Oh, I see how it is..." Sophie scoffed, before being scooped away by Zach. She put her arms around his neck and ruffled his hair a bit as she was carried. "Wanna ditch lunch with me?" she asked him then yawned. She wasn't in the mood for hearing one of her father's speeches about her marrying again and if or when she'd make a decision. "You would be able to drink and whatnot.." Sophie taunted in a small singsong voice. Well hell, she wanted a drink too.

"Hey, hey don't touch the hair," Zachary warned with a slight irritation. If his arms weren't occupied he would have likely done the same to her, though it would take her twice as long to (have her maid) redo her hair and he doubted she would care. "Oh I don't know. Where did you have in mind?" he asked at the prospect of skipping out on lunch. He figured that she would want to either go to a bar or some fancy restaurant, both of which was fine with him after all, he hadn't gone to a bar in a fortnight. Walking out the room, he looked around for sign of her father or mother. No one was around which made his job easier. "You want to head head into your room first to change or do you just plan to go in your fencing outfit?"

"Awww, you're no fun.." Sophie pouted before thinking about where she wanted to go. "Let's just go out to eat and drink, then for a walk somewhere?" she suggested as she gestured for him to drop her right at her door. "Give me fifteen minutes to change, and you too!" she told him, "You're not my butler when we go out, remember?" she shooed him before closing her door to shower then for her maids to change her.

"Sounds good to me," Zachary said before dropping her to the floor. "Oh yes, God forbid that something other than your clothes give away your status as an upper class elite," he said with sarcasm before heading towards his own room in the help quarters. His attire wasn't terrible at the moment, but had screamed "the help" when wearing it and when walking with a girl as rich as Sophie he knew what people would think, not that he cared. It was more like Sophie did since he could have easily settled for just dressing like he had now, but alas she had more power. Closing the door to his room, he stripped away his current clothing and put on a dress shirt, a waistcoat, and finally a pair of pants.

After taking a quick shower, and asking rather than ordering her maids around, Sophie was able to finish dressing in twenty minutes. Five minutes late, but who was really counting? It didn't take long before she had on her classic dress with pink-ish bow (she cursed her mother for buying her the outfit some years ago) and was currently on her way towards Zachary's dorm. With a few knocks, she waited for him. "Hurry up, it's almost time for lunch.." Sophie whined in a joking manner.

At the sound of someone rapping (probably Sophie) against his door and whining, he opened it and snickered a bit at her choice of clothing, walking out and closing the door behind him. "God you look like a little girl playing dress up," he said. The dress itself wasn't terrible, but the fact that there was a big pink bow slapped on it and the fact that Sophie was a bit younger than himself made him see her as a young teenager and so he decided to tease her with that fact. Walking ahead of her, he headed to the door, trying to think of a place to go. Perhaps she'd be up for some French cuisine. "So where to, Sophie?"

Once Sophie heard Zach's commentary on her choices of clothes, she only scoffed at and waved him off. "You know I look good.." she snickered and followed him as he walked by. If anything, he reminded her of a junior model. She snickered to herself before she caught up to and linked arms with him. "You wanna pick? Wherever we go it's always my treat..."

With a startled shriek, the girl shielded her body with the blue book. Her heart hammered in her chest as she caught her breath and peered up at the benevolent stranger that stood before her. It was the same person who had been playing the beautiful melody on the violin. A bright flush came to her cheeks, and she averted her gaze from the stranger awkwardly. “I—I’m fine. My foot just slipped while I was reaching for my book and I fell into the water.” It was a small fib, and she hoped it would be efficient, for she did not want to tell him that she had fallen while making doe-eyes at him as he played his violin. It would be too strange.

Rosaline, still clutching the book to her chest, climbed out of the spring and toweled off deftly before sliding on her dress. Her bright eyes peered at him discreetly as she performed this task, taking in his features from up close.

“Thank you for your concern,” she added after a pause. A small smile was offered to the man before she noted that he was looking in the direction of the mountains. “Oh, am I keeping you from something? Do you have somewhere you need to be? I’m terribly sorry, sir. I will not keep you from where you want to go,” she declared in her usual soft voice. If there was one thing she understood, it was the annoyance of being held back from perusing something she was interested in. She would not want to be an obstacle to the stranger.

Christien stoped staring at the mountains and then turned to her. His brown eyes filled with kindness and he gave her a smile, one that made his face lighten and his eyes sparkle. "no, your not keeping me from anything, nothing keeps me." he said as he looked at her. "and I was only looking at the mountains because I feel drawn there." he said softly as he turned back to the mountains and he felt the need to play again. He felt the need to feel the rytham that is all around them and everything. But he shook it off and looked at her.

"and I am sorry for disturbing you, if you want I will leave you now." he said as he looked at her. he knew it was rude to stumble upon a lady in the bath but the splash had made him concerned. But if she wanted him to he would go, it wasn't like he needed to be here with her or anything.