Rose felt slightly reassured by Adrian’s words, but he still thought that he would have to keep an eye out. He followed Adrian to the library, and he looked around in complete awe. He loved reading and had a strong passion for learning. This was perfect to him. “This is really great,” he said with a smile, looking up at Adrian for a quick moment.
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"I'm glad you like it. We'll get you a key to this place once you've seen everything. Now, onto the next stop." Adrian turned around and started back down the stairs. The three people below were absorbed in various stacks of paper, so he didn't disturb them. Their next stop would be the weapons house. He was pretty sure Alexander would be there, so he could tell him that someone else had taken his dream job in person. Alexander probably wouldn't blow up on the Crimson Lord– anyone else would probably be in a fair amount of danger.
Rose gave a bright smile and a little nod of his head when Adrian said he would get him a key. It was so different for someone to just be offering him material things like that. He followed Adrian further down the stairs, glancing at the three individuals who were reading alongside as they passed. Guess they were busy and couldn’t talk- not that he minded, he was quite shy around new people.
Adrian hurried out of the room, locking the door once Rose had exited. "We'll be going to the place where we keep all the weapons next. Even if you never touch one, it's still important for you to know where they are. Just in case you need them." He heaved the first door open and stepped out. The area was, as usual, empty of anyone. However, he could hear some shouting coming from the direction he wanted to go. Normally, he wouldn't mind having to deal with that, but he had Rose to think about as well that day. "We'll be taking the long way there today. I'll show you the proper way some other time."
(Hey, I have no clue if you are still active, but I had gotten busy with starting college and all, but now I am back and have found the motivation to write with others again. If you are still around, I would love to either continue this or start a new storyline. Whichever you are more comfortable with would work)
(Hi and welcome back! I kind of forgot where I wanted to go with this, so if you're cool with it, I can propose a new idea. :)
(Hey, yeah! If you have a new idea you can go on ahead and throw it out there)
(Alright. I have this world that might be very interesting, but you can decide on that. And please ask me if you have any questions, I'm bad at explaining myself. Basically, here's what I'm thinking: there was a civil war in this country, with most of the people of the country fighting against these people from another country who came in and took over because they wanted the resources that country had. The people of the country managed to win the war, getting rid of the old queen and king. Their child, however, was deemed okay to live by the new rulers on account of the fact they had no idea their parents were so terrible. The new queens' choose one of their favorite people to keep them company, and those two slowly become friends while also finding out that they hadn't totally gotten rid of the old royals' followers. So, to sum it up: enemies to friends (or maybe more) finding out plots and then trying to destroy them. I have a child for the favorite person, so you would have the child of the old rulers.)
(Oh wow, that is super interesting! I like that idea a lot. Could you tell me some about your character so I get a general idea of them before I make mine?)
(Ok, great! I looked that stuff over, he seems like a really interesting character! Any tips on how I should create mine- like social class/how related they would be to the royal family, if at all)
(Thanks! Ah, well, ideally they would be the child of the dead queen and king. So they would have grown up with everything, basically. They would also probably be pretty angry at the new queens and anything to do with them since they are believed to be the ones who killed their parents. And other than that, go crazy! :)
(Ok, ok, sounds great! I’ll come up with a character!)
(Cool! :)
(Ok, that took me a bit but here is my character! Let me know what you think! Kenji Creed)
(Ooh, wonderful! Shall I post a starter?)
(Im glad he works for this! And yes that would be great :)
"I'm going to be doing what?" Kuno stared at the queens, his eye widening.
"Keeping the prince company. Showing him around. Making sure he isn't going to do anything stupid." Elia leaned forward. "We can count on you to do that, right?"
"Well, yes, but why does it have to be me? I mean, I'm literally the worst person to do this." Kuno took a step towards the queens, frantically trying to think of a good excuse to not do this. "I mean, I was the one–"
"Not another word." Laini interrupted, narrowing her eyes at him. "From now on, you had nothing to do with that. Just stick with him. Maybe try and slip some actual history in your conversations."
"Right, because that's going to work wonderfully. It won't be suspicious at all." Kuno sighed, rubbing his forehead. He couldn't believe that the queens would pick him to do this, of all people. He was supposed to be done with everything! He'd finally gotten used to normal life, and now they had to throw this on him? By Sol's name, he loved the queens– he would give his life to them– but this was insane.
"Kuno…" Elia pleaded. "We don't have anyone else we trust enough to handle this!"
"Fine! Fine. I'll do it. When am I supposed to be meeting the prince?"
"Today. Right now, actually. We told him to wait in the library for you." Laini gave him a smile. "Thank you." Kuno let out a breath.
"Very well. Solunei." He gave them a quick but respectful bow and turned towards the door. This would be absolutely terrible.
Kenji’s aura was absolutely black at the moment. If possible, it would be as endless as a black hole and as solid as the pavement. That morning, he had been in the pub with Atticus, sipping from a glass. It was the morning, sure, but it was eight at night somewhere. Currently, he was chatting up a dark haired and skinned woman. He was introducing the woman to the main lady in his life, Brazil. The two and a half foot long snake was rested across his shoulder and down his arm, it’s head brushing along his hand.
He was soon interrupted by a voice, telling him to get up and follow them. He didn’t know the individual, but was visibly annoyed that he was interrupted. When he was informed that he would be going to the palace to meet the queens’ right hand man. At first he was vocally resisting, telling the individuals to get out of the pub, Atticus laughing in his bar stool.
But soon he was removed from the pub and taken to the palace. He was close-to-shoved into the library before the doors were shut behind him. They hadn’t even given him enough time to put Brazil back in her tank, so she was still curled around his hand and bicep.
That was how he was stuck in that current situation. He didn’t know much about what would be going on, but he already was scowling as he looked at a shelf of books.
As Kuno walked, he tried to straighten out his appearance somewhat. Hair got pulled back into a braid, and clothes got smoothed down as much as possible. He normally didn't care, but it was always polite to look decent when meeting someone new. Kuno's hands stilled. This was no ordinary person, however. Why did he need to make himself look presentable for his sake? Kuno tugged the tie out of his hair and put it back into his usual, very messy bun. All he had to do was act nice. And it didn't even have to be that nice. He would aim for tolerable, at least.
"Meli," Kuno greeted the two people guarding the doors to the library. They nodded at him and let him pass. Kuno opened the doors, closing them softly behind him before looking around. There was a man with what looked like a snake wrapped around his arm glaring at a shelf. That must be the prince.
"Kenji Creed." Kuno resisted wrinkling his nose in disgust and instead walked closer to him. "I suppose you're wondering why you're here?" He stopped a good distance away from the prince, not wanting to get any closer on account of him being the prince. Honestly, if it had been up to him, Kenji would have been killed along with his parents. But no. The queens had insisted that he was innocent. Kuno couldn't imagine how that could be, but he trusted the Laini and Elia.
Kenji turned on his heel to face the individual that came into the room. Kuno. He sneered before tilting his head away again, properly ignoring the male. He brushed two of his fingers against Brazil’s head gently, clicking his tongue softly in a rhythmic manner. Unlike Kuno, he had no moral responsibility to be polite to anyone in the palace. Why would he be? This should be his palace.
Kenji tilted his head to look over at Kuno, his rings glinting in the slight as he lifted his hand in a dismissive manner. “Save the fancy talk, I don’t give a shit,” he hummed, lowering his hand. “I was in the middle of doing something important when I was so rudely interrupted by the her majesties little men.” The way he addressed the queens was obviously in a sarcastic and mocking sort of manner.
“I could be getting laid with a pretty stranger right now, but instead here I am, with you,” he smirked wildly as he laughed, rolling his eyes. Oh well. He would have that chance another day. “Now tell me, Kuno, why am I here?”
"I'm terribly sorry you were so inconvenienced by the queens' summons," Kuno said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But they have decided, out of the kindness of their hearts, to let you move into the palace." This move, contrary to Kuno's words, had more to do with keeping an eye on the former prince. After all, he was sure to be resentful. They simply couldn't let him run around, planning things against them. "You will have to put those plans on hold for the time being." Kuno let a small smirk appear on his face for a second. "Out of their concern for your safety, they have decided that you will not be allowed to leave the palace without both their permission and my presence." This situation, while inconveniencing both of them, was probably much less favorable to Kenji. "People are getting your things as we speak. Shall I show you to your new rooms?" Kuno gestured towards the library doors, another small, satisfied smile flickering across his face. Although this imprisonment couldn't even begin to compare with what Kenji's parents had put him through, it still felt good to get even a little bit back at them.
"Move into the palace?" Kenji repeated, arching a brow. He should already be living in the palace. It was supposed to be his in the first place. "Who says I even want to live here with you snobs anyways?" His voice was dripping with obvious disdain and annoyance. When it was soon revealed to him that he would not be allowed to leave without asking for permission and bringing Kuno along, his jaw dropped. "You kidding me, right? Tell me you're fucking kidding. You people can't just imprison someone in this hellhole!"
Kenji crossed his arms over his chest, being mindful of Brazil. "I have a home- I have a life. Taking all of that from me is just inhumane," he spat. He might be forced to stay, but he sure as hell wouldn't make it easy. He vowed to himself to cause as much trouble as possible- for the queens, for Kuno, for literally anyone who agreed to keep him at the palace.
"It's not up to you to decide," Kuno said, sighing loudly. Kenji was taking it just as well as he'd thought he would. A little better, actually. His mouth turned down at Kenji's next words. "I am not kidding you. And if you are so naive to think this," he spread his hands out to indicate the palace, "is a hellhole, then you've obviously never been to Hell." Kuno started to turn, but quickly paused. "Everyone has had a home and a life at some point. Your parents managed to take one or both of those things from a lot of people in their conquest for power and control. And they were called heroes. You aren't allowed to decide what is and what isn't right in this world." He bit out the words, seriously considering killing then man then and there. But his orders strictly prevented him from doing that. "Now, are you going to follow me willingly or am I going to have to drag you out of here?"
Kenji seemed to visibly seethe at the mention of his parents. "Keep their names out of your filthy goddamn mouth," he snapped. "You don't know shit. You don't know it like I do. And who are you to judge what's right and wrong? Think your some kind of high and mighty god?" He scowled heavily and scoffed out a dry laugh as he tilted his head away from Kuno, looking back up at the shelves of books. At the threat of having to possibly drag him out, he sighed in a purposefully dramatic and mocking way, looking down at Brazil and stroking her head gently. Her tongue flicked out, brushing against his rings a couple of times. "You're a prick, you know that? But you're lucky I have my little ange with me, or else I'd kick the shit out of you," he hummed, not looking at Kuno as he stepped towards the door.