forum Hear me out, anyone up for a Selection based rp? (10/14 spots taken)

Started March 01, 2019 by @gracehustle

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“They’re very impressive,” Sonia said, smiling. “And thank you. I would never be able to train myself, and my sparring buddy is in her room.” She shrugged.

"It's more amusing to blame inanimate objects," Zaera said with a laugh, "But if you insist on saying you are, then I won't stop you."

Beatrice smiled. "It's true. I'm fully expecting to be the first one sent home, but," she shrugged, "it will have been a fun experience.

"I say do the most you can before being sent home," Zaera responded, "I figure I won't last long either, but it will be a nice break."

"That sounds like a good plan to me," Beatrice said, chuckling weakly, "I've already crossed get injured off my list."

He nodded and smiled, “Its no problem miss Sonia. Would you like to practice now? Or would tomorrow work better?”

Talin sighed once he reached the stairs and stood at the base of them for a second, trying to summon the willpower to walk up the steps. He stood there for a minute before sighing and starting up the steps, knowing he had a whole list of things he had to finish before he went to bed.

"What's next?" Zaera asked the other girl with a slight tease, "Get injured further?'

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Sonia said. “I’m willing to do it whenever, as I have nothing better to do. And let’s face it: I’ll never be Selected.”

Beatrice sputtered. "I certainly hope not!" She cried before bursting out in laughter. It was a bubbly, musical noise that she didn't use often.

“Not true Miss Sonia,” Evan replied, “Talin doesn’t even know you immensely well yet, you never know who’s going to get chosen in the first two days.” He looked at the supplies in his hands and then nodded, “Meet me here tomorrow morning, whenever you have time and I’ll show you some techniques and styles. Bring your learning mind.” With that, he bowed as best he could to her and left without causing any scene.

After he left, Sonia gave a quiet whoop of excitement and crept back to her room. She threw herself on her bed and grinned. “I get to fight tomorrow,” she whispered to the air, though there was no one there to hear her. “You’d be so proud of me, Mom.”

Once the prince got to his door, he pulled it open and promptly flopped on his bed, not even bothering to close the door again as he slowly sat up and made his way towards his desk. He smiled slightly as he pulled out two sheets of paper and an envelope for each, trying to decide what he was going to say.

Beatrice sputtered. "I certainly hope not!" She cried before bursting out in laughter. It was a bubbly, musical noise that she didn't use often.

Zaera laughed with her, her face splitting into a wide grin, "Do you mind telling me what else you would like to do?"

"Well, for one, it'd be nice to talk to the prince without sounding like I lost my brain in a tragic squirrel accident," Beatrice said, laughing.

"I might be able to help with that," Zaera offered, "I know a few tricks on how to not make an absolute fool of yourself."

Beatrice sighed. "I could certainly use that," she said honestly.

"Well I'm happy to help," Zaera grinned, "We could head back to my room and we could start your 'lessons.'"

Soon, after a little brainstorming and hoping it didn’t sound too formal, he finished the two letters, one for Jade and one for Sonia. He sealed them and scribbled their names on the front before slipping out of his room with the envelopes in hand. Somewhat nervously, he asked one of the maids where both girls rooms were and was soon on his way to deliver the letters.

"That sounds fantastic," Beatrice said earnestly, pushing her chair away from the table.

Zaera stood up as well from the table and began to walk towards the entrance to the hall, "Then let us go."

Beatrice flushed, momentarily pausing. "I, er, I'm not sure how to get up the stairs in this," she motions to the wheelchair, unable to remember how she came down the stairs in the first place.

Sonia stood and changed out of her loose clothes into a simple dress. It that she wanted to wear it, but she didn’t want to arouse any suspicions. She sighed, staring at herself in the mirror. How could anyone like her? She be the first one out. But at least she might learn something of how the trainer fought.

Zaera blinked and thought for a moment, "I, we could ask the guards for help moving you up. I'm sure there is some other way."

Beatrice nodded nervously, but she knew she wouldn't be able to speak if she tried to talk to the guards. She opened her mouth to say so, but found she had lost her voice at the mere thought. Wonderful.

Zaera heard Beatrice's silence, "Do I need to be the one to talk to the guards? It's fine I do".

Beatrice nodded briefly, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She wanted to curl up on the spot and disappear, but unfortunately, no such miracle occured.