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Old 03-19-2017, 04:57 AM

This is a private rp between myself and Arc Angel.
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Things had always been had for Valerian, or Vale to his close friends. On the outside his family life had seemed beyond perfect... he'd had the best tutors and trainers, though looking back the only classes he enjoyed where the ones where he learnt to pick locks and things like that, and his archery lessons aswell. He'd left home the first chance he got and it hadn't been easy. He'd lost his right eye leaving his home, but he couldn't feel more free once outside the stone walls.

Hunting for his own food, building his own shelters, and making his own money, all things he wouldn't have been able to do his way if he'd stayed home. Picking up the lifestyle of a thief came easy to Vale, a group of pickpockets found him doing work on their turf... and he was surprised and thrilled when they offered him spot in their group.

"This is gonna be a good haul Vale, we need our master lock-picker, and sniper." The leader had said when pitching the idea of robbing this kingdoms royal treasury, a plan that had been years in the making.

Vale was no longer in his birth kingdom so his father wouldn't be able to find him. He'd cut his once long ginger hair short and messy, his single bright green eyes stood out under the ginger locks, and he now sported a simple black eye patch over where his right eye used to be.

So Vale had dawned his best sneaking gear and stuffed his quiver with as many arrows as he could before the group had set out into the night towards the castle.

Now Vale was wishing he'd chosen to stay back and look after the new whelps in the 'guild'.
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The chains where heavy on his wrist and ankles as the two guards in clunky armor griped the ginger thief's arms tightly as they marched him down into the deep dungeon. Vale's bow and tools had already been stripped from him before they had chained him and he had watched with anger and shock one one guard had snapped his bow right in front of him.

Heist gone wrong was a understatement, someone had tipped the guards off to the thievery. There had been a ambush waiting for them in the supposedly secret entrance into the treasury. Vale had acted as a distraction so his fellow thieves could escape into the dark night.

"You'll wish you never came out from the filth you came from thief." One guard spat at him as they shoved the slim ginger thief into a cell and the sound of the lock locking echoed around Vale in the tiny dark cell.

Dread and a familiar feeling began to crawl up Vales spine at the small confined cell. Memories of a similar closet, which was much smaller then the cell but the lack of light currently made the cell feel very tiny and confined. Vale swallowed thickly taking a few deep breaths after he'd heard the guards leave, it wouldn't do to have a panic attack now... he had to calm down, slowly he moved to the back wall of the cell, the furthest away from the bars at the entrance.

With his arms chained behind his back and his feet not able to make their normal sized strides it was a uncomfortable slide down the wall to sit, but Vale needed the discomfort as a focus. Closing his eye Vale focused on the pain in his limbs and his breathing.
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It felt like an internet before Vale opened his eye again, he heard faint footsteps getting closer and closer. "Maybe they're gonna just hang be after all." He said with a small dry chuckle in his voice as he tried to blink the sleep away from his one green eye. He focused his eye now on the bars that where the entrance to his cell, part of the thief curious about just how was coming down to see little old him, after all he hadn't seen any other prisoners in the cells that the guards had pulled him past.

Vale found himself beginning to think of his late mother, he'd wanted to at least go back to his birth kingdom to place a flower on her grave when he'd heard that she had passed on. The ginger haired male had his suspicions on how she died yet with no word on how it actuality happened he could only think the worse. "I might be seeing you soon mum.... I hope you aren't to angry with me..." He whispered with chapped lips that he wetting slightly with his tongue.

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Old 03-20-2017, 04:50 AM

The only sign of movement in the broad, open air room was the gentle flowing of the light curtains in the ocean breeze. If he was going to be kept indoors, he may as well make it a room with sunlight and the sea air flooding in. Alistair lounged casually on the many-pillowed sofa of his quarters, eyes closed peacefully as he tried to forget the headache that this attempted heist has caused. His parents were, of course, up in arms about it. They were agreeable for the most part and allowed him many freedoms compared to other royals - meaning he often traveled, enjoyed hobbies, and even got to choose many of his tutoring subjects - but, under threat, they were quick to reign him in. Which meant today he'd have to stay indoors.

Sighing softly, he tried in vain to clear the news from his mind. If a thief had caught sight of his family, would they have harmed them? Why had they been targeted? Was it someone from their kingdom, or another? Would they have travel stories to share with him, given the chance to ask...? Alistair let his thoughts run wildly, shaking his head at the concept of listening to a thief's stories. Regardless of how much he adored travel and stories of adventures, this was a criminal we were talking about. Sitting up, restless, he'd frown slightly. But maybe they wouldn't be the worst. No. If he questioned the thief, it should be about his accomplices so they could be found and brought to justice. It should be to find out their motives, if others would come-- that sort of smart strategy.

Hearing a knock at his door, he'd hop up as his father came in.

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"I can't believe..." He murmured after their conversation, sighing as he walked down the corridor. Bare feet cold against the smooth stone of the floor, he'd cross his arms and huff softly. To think-- his father had gone from keeping him in the dark over the matter to asking for his help in dealing with it. Apparently he felt no threat remained, it was merely his duty left to question the man and then determine what to do with him. More often than not, such a person may be killed, or at least exiled. It was an easy enough job, but having that responsibility pushed at him was a bit... frustrating. Why couldn't he have handled it all to begin with? His father had just wanted to protect him, but still. Now, he was only being handed the duty since the man was locked up and hopefully harmless in his position. That, and his father had war strategy plans to fret over. Relations with the neighboring nations were anything but sturdy nowadays.

Alistair wished he'd be given some chance to prove himself as far as war strategy one day too, but beggars cant be choosers, and Alistair was all but begging for more responsibilities if they'd let him earn more freedoms.

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Stepping down the dimly lit prison corridor, Alistair cleared his voice once he reached the door to the prisoner in question. "You're all relieved of duty for now. Stand watch outside in the halls until I am done here. Given twenty minutes, come to check on me." He requested of the guards, who'd nod their heads and shuffle out as requested. Withdrawing a key from his robes, he'd open the door before him and take a deep breath. Now was the time to prove himself-- do well in judging him, he told himself.

He didn't expect the thief to be nearly his age. Nor did he expect an otherwise decent looking man, despite some dirt and little aspects adding to a somewhat raggedy appearance. Was he missing an eye? Looking over the chained man for a moment, he'd clear his throat. "I am Prince Alistair Aurelie, of Tirelia. You were imprisoned for attempting to... Rob the royal treasury." He ended with a soft sigh, figuring the speech was unneeded. However, looking over the other man, he'd find a little guilt trickle into him. Just a tad-- but even more curious, there was some familiarity. That red hair, that bright green eye... That was hitting a memory. Hesitantly crouching down to get a better look at him, confusion ran clear across his face. "Do you live in town? You seem oddly familiar..."

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Old 03-20-2017, 04:21 PM

Vale looked at the man who entered his cell and blinked his eye, what met his gaze was tanned skin, forest colored eyes and stark white hair that sparked the faintest of memories for the thief. "Not from any where really, I must have one of those faces." Vale said with a small smirk on his face as he gazed at the man who identified himself as the prince of this kingdom, well that put a small damper on any plans to seduce whoever they sent to interrogate him.... he didn't want to get involved with any royalty again.... he'd nearly lost his life getting away from his father and he didn't want to chance his father catching wind of him still being alive. At all.

The more he looked at the prince across from him the more Vale knew that he'd met the prince somewhere before yet the ginger haired thief couldn't brig himself to pull up any memories of his past, lest he remember one that he really didn't want to remember. As long as this prince Alistair didn't guess his full name Vale knew he'd be able to keep up the personal of a cocksure and flirty thief, and while he was flirty most times since he'd gained his freedom form his father he had yet to actually do more then kiss anyone. Mostly just drunken fumbles in where ever happens to be the guilds HQ for that month. He was to fiery for a lot of the other members he'd come to call family over the years, so he was content to just be with himself at the moment.

Despite his efforts to not recall any of his past family moment Vale found himself thinking about the first time he'd ever met another royal outside of his own family.

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A young Valerian Ostwick, crown prince of the rugged kingdom of Binnyne sat on a stool as his mother fixed his long ginger locks into a stiff braid that draped down the back of his dark green princely garb. "Mother I don't want to wear these cloths, they itch every time I move." The young green eye'd boy pouted. His mother, a kind faced women with brown eyes and hair the color of honey smiled softly at her son.

"You must even if they itch my little phoenix, they are the cloths of our family and we both must wear them to shwo our pride in out kigndom. So these visitors can see we are a strong land." The queen said as ehr son turned to her and she kissed his brow with love. The Queen wonderd how her only child could hold hsi fathers features yet not have a ounce of his fathers cureilty, she thanked the stars for this blessing every evening.

The pair have moved from Valerian's room towards the dinign hall that was filled with people from another kingdom, the scent of strange foods made Valerian's nose twitch and itch, yet the young boy kept his face as neutral as he could as he and his mother came face to face with his father, a tall and heavuly muscled man who wore cerimonial armour, his crown and had hsi doubled bladed axe agaisnt his throne at the far end of teh room. The king also had long hair in many braids and a verll groomed beard wiht braids aswell. Bright spring green eyes looked towards the visiting royals and Valerian found himself blinking in shock, their skin was different, and their cloths where so strange. The one who he kept starign at looked around his age. By the fancy cloths Valerian could only guess that the other boy was a prince aswell.


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Vale shook his head softly to pull himself out of his memory and he kept his eye on Alistair in front of him. "I don't have anything to say about the botched robbery....other then my friends will find out who ratted us out and hang them by their big toes over a pit of snakes.....venomous and hungry snakes." Vale said with a lazy smile as he leaned further back against the wall behind him, despite how uncomfortable it was with his hands chained behind him like they where. His arms where starting to cramp up but he kept his face in a mask of aloofness towards his own discomfort.

 


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