(Oh right)
As Valerie would make her way down the medical wing, she would come across one of the other arch magicians. This one, named andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer), was undoubtedly one of the stronger arch magicians. He walked out with his signature blue butterfly on his index finger.
Vincent was confused at first before he saw the pocket watch.
”A time manipulator…?” the assassin whispered to himself. He glanced around and realized that he was probably right.
”State your name and want…” the man nearly unsheathed his blade but decided to listen first. After all, the sniper on his back should be enough to intimidate the magician.
( @Coffee I’m getting Tucana and Pasha flashbacks for some reason…)
(That’s what im going for! Also, I’ll have to respond on my break, I’m sorry)
(That’s fine, I need to sleep as well XD)
(Damn, I leave for a few hours and come back to two freaking pages of stuff that I missed!)
Mara rolled her eyes as the assassin left, following at a distance. He was probably trying to be subtle, but the bullet hadn't been very quiet.
She felt her blood thrumming in her bones, at the thought of the fight. Wiping blood from her face, she headed to the castle walls, splitting up from Vincent as soon as she could. He could be so bossy. As she slid to a tree overhanging the area, she pulled herself up easily to perch atop the wall, and surveyed the area.
"Now where are you, little magicians," she sang quietly, sounding haunted and slightly insane. This is what fighting did to her. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
Then, she spotted movement, and, looking closer at it, recognized the figure of Vincent, practically eating someone's face. The uniform of the person wasn't from Cershestin, in fact, it almost seemed as if she was from… but no, Vincent wouldn't…
She gagged in sudden disgust, her stomach roiling with disgust and rage. Had he betrayed her? Why was he associating with an Atruxiavir, of all people. Would she have to get a new assassin? Probably. She couldn't let him know, though, that she had seen him. Or maybe she should, to publicly humiliate him.
Her counselors were right, she reflected sadly. He really was no good, and she should let him go. Mark him as a traitor to the crown. Closing her eyes to hold back tears of sudden sadness at the thought, she took a deep breath. "Hail and farewell, my friend," she whispered quietly, tears sliding unnoticed down her cheeks. You have done me a great service, and for that I thank you." With that, she stood, silhouetted for a moment against the bright sky, before she tapped her mouthpiece.
"Vincent has betrayed us," she said emotionlessly, to her counselors at the other end. "Kill him on sight. And prepare for war. Real war. We are going to eliminate Atruxiavir"
(What the hell happened? I couldn't be on the computer and now I'm 3 pages behind!)
(I know, right!)
(I’ll be responding later)
(I was just sent home sick from work, so I’ll have my responses up as soon as I can)
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Kreuger listened through his badge, hearing his princess's words of Vincent. He knew this voice of hers, it was the voice that had gotten his best scientist killed once. He cut off his radio badge and kept quiet as he continue his journey back to Cershestin.
Soon enough, the ship started to descend. It flies into an open socket in a small tower which connects right into the lab. The scientist retrieved the video and audio files and head back into his working space.
Phoenix listened to the princess and went still. She stood up and began making her way towards the scientist tower. Maybe Krueger knew what had happened. She had heard the chilling voice before, but never directed at the assassin. She spoke into the mouth piece slowly as she made her way, "Are you sure you aren't being rash? It could be one of his misunderstandings again your highness. You know those happen quite often."
(Holy shit… why does everyone seem to want Vincent…)
Vincent hadn’t had his earpiece in so he didn’t exactly hear what the Princess said about him. However… the time sphere that he was being kept in was still and motionless.
”Oi… time mage… are you just gonna stand there…? If so, can you let me go? I need to return to my kingdom…” the assassin mentioned.
(He's just one of those characters.)
"Because," Mara said bitterly, jumping down from the top of the wall, and turning back for the castle. "I just saw him associating with a royal guard from Atruxiavir. I know what I saw."
When she got back to the castle, she immediately washed up and changed into her ''queen clothes,'' which were clothes that made her look more intimidating, and made her seem more of the Crown Princess that she really was. It was the perfect outfit for intimidation.
Phoenix met up with the princess once she was back at the castle. She looked almost done with her highness, but kept herself calm and complacent, "Are you sure he was aware she was from Atruxiavir? You know how he can be sometimes. Of course, he could completely be aware and just not realize the consequences of his actions." Phoenix let out a sigh, "I would put money down on the latter."
Kreuger stayed in his laboratory with his evidence for starting a war. He couldn't bother to argue with the princess. Not like last time where he messed up and got his comrade killed. He turned his radio badge back on as he sat down in his chair, thinking.
Wissian came closer towards Vincent, keeping his hands by his sides. He stopped just in front of the man, his eyes narrowing as if he was searching the assassin’s face for something. “Tell me.. Who hurt you?”
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Maerda’s smile shone as her people came forward and cheered. There was hope! Not a lot of it, but still it was something. Now she knew for a fact that a lot of her people had nature based abilities, but with the right knowledge they could easily use those abilities to fight. They needed to learn quickly, war was approaching.
The assassin gave Wissian a confused look. He did not fully understand ‘hurt’. Did the magician meant it physically? Mentally? Figuratively? He didn’t know. So he just referred it to the meaning he knew most about; mentally.
”My kingdom as a whole… would probably be my answer” he mentioned.
He stared down at the badge on his collar and sighed.
”To be honest, working with Cershestin is hard” he answered, sitting down on the ground and sighing again.
(I’ll pause for Atruxiavir for a bit)
The magician nodded slowly. “I understand the feeling all too well.” he gave the man a soft, almost sympathetic smile. “Why do you stay?”
Wissian knew all too well the pressures of a kingdom. He himself was not allowed to completely hone his powers for the threat of being executed. Time is such a dangerous thing to play with, and it could tear the entire universe apart. If Wissian’s powers grew stronger than Cynthia’s… that was him done for.
”Money. What else would it be?” the assassin answered almost immediately. He’d been paid for killing people all his life. The harder the kill, the higher the pay. He had been saving up money to get him his dream house and earlier this week, he had completed the process of building it. He, however, wanted someone to live with. Either a roommate or something along those lines. Living alone in the woods can be quite lonely after all.
“Perhaps there was someone in Cershestin you needed to stay for.” Wissian shrugged. “I don’t know your whole circumstance.”
That was the reason Wissian stayed in Setriutan, he needed to stay for Cynthia. He was both terrified and awed by her, though he was good at hiding that he feared her. If he felt like he had a way out, he would have left ages ago. “You don’t live within the castle, I know that much for certain. Have you spent all your time, alone, in the forest?”
"If you had just seen yous prize assassin eating the face of the Atruxiavia royal guard, you'd think the same thing," Mara said with finality. Her tone left no room for argument. This is a warring kingdom, not a kingdom of prostitutes."
”To be honest? Yes” the assassin answered with much confidence.
”I’ve lived alone in those woods since I started working for Cershestin” he added.
He wanted to know where this was going…
(And to fuel Mara’s rage even more, IriDes made this :D—)
A sudden curiosity flew to the front of Wissian’s mind. “Have you always been a Cershestin citizen?”
There was a point to all the questioning. In reality, Wissian aimed to soften the assassin just a little bit, just enough to try and persuade the man to come back to Setriutan with him. It was Cynthia’a will after all, and Wissian had no desire to die today.