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Toxic and Neko's Prince&Knight RP
CHARACTERS
Once upon a time, in a land far away... ~~~ There were two young men; A seventeen year-old named Seth, who was quiet (except when angry) and the King's son: http://i543.photobucket.com/albums/g...oleplayboy.jpg And A twenty-one year old who served the King. A knight, obedient but stubborn, named Michael Gabriel: http://i722.photobucket.com/albums/w...ter_bimo_1.jpg |
Plot:
The young prince gets kidnapped in the dead of night. It is up to the loyal knight to save him. |
Once upon a time, in a land far far from his King's home palace, a knight snuck through the dark corridors of an abysmal, quite foreign palace. This place was far to the north of the knight's homeland, and it was both cold and damp from the snow that leaked into all the crevices from the outside. Normally, no knight would be sent into this strange territory, but Micheal was both experienced enough for this particular quest and desposable enough for there to be no distress if he died from it.
~~~~ "Michael Gabriel! I, King Nathaniel the Third, do henceforth send you on a quest to our Northern Enemy's caste, where you shall, under the cover of night, find my child who is being held ransom for my Title, and save this member of the Royal Lineage from distress. Go forth, knight, and you will be rewarded, by me and surely by God!"~A month previous~ Distress? Like a damsel in distress? My! The king's daughters are all beautiful... I hope I'll get to rescue the eldest. She would be quite the reward! "Yes, my Lord, I accept." ~~~~ And so, now, here was Michael, opening yet another doorway to find... Another identical room, with another identical bed. If it kept up like this, it would take longer than the month it took to get there, just to find the damned Princess! But wait, there was a body in this bed, sleeping. It faced away from him, but it had the proper slim shape... The right color of black hair... This must be that eldest daughter that the knight had been searching for! Michael crept to the bed and shook the sleeping figure's shoulder. "Princess, princess, do not be alarmed, I have come to save you..." |
Seth was dreaming of the last thing that had happened before he was grabbed. He had been sitting up late with his sisters Leah(age 19) and Sarah(age 17 and his twin). They were discussing what to do about their youngest sister, Chloe's birthday, which was coming up soon. Once their talking got boring for him, he bade them goodnight and headed to his room.
Deciding he wasn't tired, he took a walk through the gardens. About an hour later, he headed up to his room. Upon entering, he was hit upon the head and was instantly unconscious. The next thing he knew, he was here. He woke when he felt someone shake him. But the person was calling him princess. That wasn't right. "Princess? I'm not girl." he muttered. |
Micheal smiled, shaking his head-- not thinking for a moment of the king's male heir. "Princess, you are indeed a woman, and perchance you had been dreaming of being Queen? But that doesn't matter, now. Quickly, m'lady, we must embark away from this wretched place. I am your father's knight, come to save you." he murmurred, kneeling and bowing his head.
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"I am not a girl! I am my father's only son and heir to the throne. If you call me a girl again, I will have to hurt you. And I can't believe my father would send such a stupid knight." Seth said.
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"I apologize, my liege," the knight said, blushing and backing away from the bed. "But we really must hurry, elsewise we might be caught."
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"Alright then. Lead the way." Seth said, standing. Down the hall, a guard was coming to check in on him. Just to make sure he hasn't moved. He stopped in the doorway, looking in.
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Michael stood straight, feigning calmness behind his helmet. "Captain! I'm already checking up on the prisonner. I'll cover for you this evening, do not worry." he said, with all the gung-ho he could muster, praying internally that it would work.
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The guard studied him for a moment. "All right soldier. Continue." he said, walking off. He didn't notice anything wrong with that. Seth watched all that silently.
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Micheal drew the cross across his breastplate, muttering to himself for a moment, religiously. He then turned back to the Prince. "The coast is clear," Micheal affirmed. "Follow me." He nodded and turned, leading the Prince out the door and down the hallway.
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Seth followed after him silently. As soon as they were gone, the guard realized that wasn't one of his men and came running back. Seeing they were gone, he raised the alarm.
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"Run." the knight hissed, an impudent-- but necessary-- order. Micheal grabbed the prince's arm and ran-dragged him down the half-familiar hallways. There would be time to apologize and be gentle to His Majesty later.
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"Stop dragging me!" Seth exclaimed. The guards ran after them, intending to kill the knight and take back the prince. They needed him back alive, so they wouldn't hurt him.
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Micheal hoisted Seth up onto his back, doing three jobs at once-- preventing the guards from shooting at them or immeadiately swinging any swords at them, as well as stopping the Prince fom slowing them by dragging and stopping the Prince from complaining further (hopefully). Micheal ran harder-- if he could reach his horse, they'd be safe.
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The guards chased them down. They wouldn't risk hurting the prince, so they couldn't attack. But they did continue chasing. Seth glared at them for a moment. Then he started glaring at the knight. He already didn't like him.
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Finally, Micheal reached the beauty that was the tree outside the dismal castle, where he had tied his steed. Micheal shoved the prince onto the nervous-looking beast, jerked the reigns out of the tree, and without hesitation hoisted himself up and dug his heels into the horse's side. The knight didn't bother to right himself or make sure that the Prince was sitting properly, choosing to instead tighten his legs around the horse and shout "Hold on tight!" as they bolted away from the castle.
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Seth instantly grabbed on tight to the knight when the horse started moving. Though he hated to do it. But he didn't want to fall of the horse. He then continued glaring at the knight. But the sooner they got home, the sooner he was rid of the annoyance.
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The knight did not give them a break, refused to stop until nightfall. By then, they had just gotten over a large hill, which Michael decided they would set up camp behind. Micheal dismounted, tied the horse to a lone tree and then glanced back at the brooding prince.
Silently, Micheal bowed his head and offered a hand to Seth. "I apologise for the difficult escape, my liege. I was doing only what I had to in order to assure your safety." he muttered, offering his humble service to the royal. |
Seth glared at him. He got down on the other side of the horse. "You didn't do a very good job at that. I'm sure it could have been done in a different way." he told the night. He went and sat down on a fallen log. "So. What is your name knight?" he asked.
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"I am Sir Micheal of Leeman, your highness." muttered the knight, shaking his head. And you did such a better job of escaping, your highness? Micheal began to grab fist-sized stones from around them and arrange the rocks in a circle with about the diameter of his arm.
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"I see." Seth said. He watched the knight gather rocks. Which was really boring. But there really wasn't anything to do. He just really wanted to get home. But he wasn't going to speak with the knight unless he had to.
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Once the knight had created the circle, he started gathering various sizes of sticks and branches scattered across the ground, doubtlessly snapped from the sparse, barren trees in a high wind. Micheal would have asked the prince todothis earlier -- it would have made the whole job faster-- but the man was a prince. Micheal didn't want him to have to dirty his delicate hands gathering firewood. Heaven forbid he got a /blister/!
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"How much longer is this going to take?" Seth asked, annoyed. He was starting to get cold. And hungry. He wanted the knight to hurry up and get the fire started. It was taking forever.
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For an answer, Micheal dumped the sticks into the circle and grabbed some flint from his saddle bag. Then, he grunted "As long as it takes, your highness."
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