Divine Princess!

Hello! My name is L'Arachel! ... What, you've never heard of me? How rude... but ah, where are my manners! Let's talk a bit more then to get to know each other!

[latrollachel-blog]

[ l'arachel / hector ]

[armads]

“I got some cash left.” Hector said, searching in his pockets. “It’s not much, but it should be enough for— Wait. What do you mean, “who”? You’re a princess… Right? Aren’t you supposed to have money with you or—”

But before he could set for the town square, she had already started taking it out on the wooden door… again.

And this time, she had a sickle.

“—Whoa! What— Hey! What do you think you’re—”

Nope. She wasn’t listening. She kept on whacking the door, and it was clear the poor thing wouldn’t hold for much longer.

And another thing that wouldn’t hold for long, was Hector’s patience. “Hey! Cut that out! Hold it!” He snapped, ignoring her ramblings and trying to restrain her arms from behind. “You’ll get both of us in deep trouble if you keep at it! And I got no plans of ending up behind prison bars, you know!”

But alas, too late for the door: even if he stopped the crazy banshee from shredding it to pieces, it was too mauled to keep on standing, and it fell right as he blocked her. He stared at it dumbly for a second, then realized they had no time to waste: they had to get away. Now.

Without giving her any warning, he clutched her and picked her up like one would pick up a box, grasping tightly her stomach as her limbs dangled in the air, and then started running away from the door-less house.

“Man… Do you do that with all the ‘abominable things’ you don’t know how to use?” He snorted at her baggage as he ran.

[latrollachel-blog]

"Put me down again, you!! Hey! I'm not finished with that poor lost little soul!" she smacked him in whatever place she found first. "Besides!! Why are you stopping me? Experience is the best teacher! That wretched being should at least spare some hospitality!! Am I even invading his house? I'm not, right?! I'm simply knocking---there---and did you even see his face?"

Pausing to take a breath, she whined again. "... Don't you see... even I, the lovely-as-ever L'Arachel, was rejected like that... like some gorilla knight---"

"---I'm hungry," she cut her own words just like that. "Hey Hector, Sir! Where are you taking us again??"

She heard a group of people rushing. Among them some men shouting angrily, "Look, there they are!! That must be it, as described by this poor old man! That must be the culprit, that big man over there!"

Then a loud gasp.

"He is kidnapping an innocent little girl!! A DANGEROUS MAN!! Proceed with caution!! Call more men!!"

"I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL, EXCUSE YOU!!" she shouted, sticking out her tongue at them. She heard Hector mumbling some herpy-derpy swear words for being mistaken for a psycho---first, they thought he was the one attempting to assault the old man. Second, what, kidnapping again? Although he really wanted to applaud those who described her as an innocent little girl!

"I AM FREAKIN' PRINCESS L'ARACHEL OF FREAKIN' RAUSTEN AND YOU SHALL ADDRESS ME AS HER HIGHNESS MADAME L'ARACHEL AND NO LESS THAN THAT, GET IT?! NOW TAKE ME FROM MISTER HECTOR AND BRING ME TO YOUR LORD, IMMEDIATELY!!"

"She must be delirious... poor girl is shocked and not knowing what to do! Heaven bless you, little missy! Men, charge!!"

"HEAVEN BLESS YOUR FOOLISH FOOLERY!!" she shouted again in frustration. Now she wasn't sure whether it was okay to be with 'these fools' or 'the lunatic Hector', but...

"Hector, run faster, oh my God! Why are you even wearing that? Who gave you an idea to forge son of a giant's lunch box into an armor?"

She heard him grunting, she knew she taunted him too much, but she was in panic. If they got caught and they asked who she was, would it really be her advantage from there? If she her identity was questioned? Alas, how could she even trust people who mistook her for a boobless little girl? What if they sent her to a monastery or orphanage instead?

"Alright Sir Hector, I'm only joking! Do take me with you! Strip if you must, and run faster than a pegasus!!"

... That was said out loud.

[latrollachel-blog]

I'm writing the 30 day character development. Also, oooohhhh I'm so awesome but my mun is such a potato. She'll have to reply everything this weekend, or I'll fire that orange-addict imp.

[latrollachel-blog]

(non ettavia)☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

I'm not cute, don't worry, I stole this from Mission Board. When answering these questions, you may answer in third or first person, but third person would probably be better-- you can give more detail that way. Go get to know one another!

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[latrollachel-blog]

[L'Arachel-Lyon]

[princeofmisery]

She seemed to have calmed down slightly and for that Lyon was grateful.

“The twins are precious to me too. Perhaps they will not hate me so greatly if I am in your company,” he concluded, If you appear to believe that I have the best intentions and bear no ill will, perhaps they will accept so too.”

What was this? Interest in heresy from the princess of a holy country? Lyon was surprised though, and he wasn’t going to admit this aloud, his opinion of her had improved slightly. The bishops in the temple were far less lenient in their views yet someone from Rausten could consider it. How intriguing.

“Your interest is verging on heresy,” he informed her, his tone light as if such a topic did not bother him, “Though admirable. I and those I studied with were always of the opinion that following the ‘Light’ never took much understanding. I know all the prayers I was taught as a child but if I ever asked why the gods did something I got a heavy scowl, or a slapped wrist if I persisted. Religion seems to be an instructional How. If you study the arcane, you look at Why.”

[latrollachel-blog]

"Nonsense, nonsense," she blurted it out at his face. "Heresy! Oh, what is heresy? If an enemy bishop wields his staff to heal an evil knight, isn't that also called heresy! And if I attack you with Light tomes when you attempting to save a life, who is the one to sin anyway? Doesn't matter, I'm a little bit hungry."

"Now tell me more about the arcane," her tone was curious yet a bit demanding... if not commanding. "Religion gives me a reason---I exist to serve divine objections. To walk in the path of righteousness! To banish everything evil! Restoring peace! This world is corrupted---"

"---says those old clerics. But really, sometimes all I do is drinking Rausten's finest tea. Or sometimes we import from other countries and lands too, or in other case, I import a bluenette princess to accompany my exquisite tea-tasting experience. You too can come when we get back to Magvel!"

L'Arachel. Well, she was one quirky fellow, but just then she did mock something that was a part of her creed, no?

Perhaps the princess was indeed the most selfish person on earth to be living at the moment?

"---My wallet is corrupted! Good gracious I left everything in that sweet, sweet place. Ahem! Better to fill my thoughts with nice things or else I'll state to cuss around... oh gosh, sandwiches. Prince Lyon, aren't you hungry?"

[latrollachel-blog]

[ l'arachel / hector ]

[armads]

“”Grant me permission’, eh? Such the honor. I’ll take that as a sign you won’t keep on hitting me, I hope!” he replied in a playful mocking tone. “And do I— Wha— Grace— Uh……..”

He didn’t understand a word she was saying. Aside her name? But regardless, she kept on twirling and talking and— Did this girl ever stop talking?

“Um. Whatever you say. Just keep walking.”

Diplomacy skills… Yeah, right. But he guessed he should consider himself lucky, right? At least he wouldn’t have to— But the moment she started slamming on that door, he knew there was something off with that village: it was barely twilight, and there was no one around. Literally no one. He turned around to check a little more, when his companion’s gasp made him turn to the house again: this one greepy guy had come out of it, holding a sickle!

It startled him, but he didn’t flinch. “Whoa, old man! What’s with the— Hey!!” he barely moved in time to dodge it as he man shot the tool at him and slammed the door shut.

“Man… Talk about hospitality. Hmph!” he grunted. Hector slammed his fists a couple of time on the door, but nothing. No one would come out of that door again. “Looks like we’ll have to find another place to stay. Don’t they have inns here? Granted, if they’re all this friendly…” He picked up the sickle. …At least it’d do some good as self-defence? He roughly shoved it in her hand. “Here. Take this. It’s too short for me anyway. See that you don’t get yourself hurt, you hear?”

[latrollachel-blog]

Inns?

"And who is going to pay for two rooms?" she looked indignant, thinking the possibility of her, being a holy woman, having to share a room with a stranger---and a man! If only she didn't sneak out. If only she didn't force herself pursuing the rabbit. If only she didn't wake up here in the foreign land unknown to man. If only...

But it was too late for ifs; the best she could think of would be hows.

Or perhaps she was being indignant because she was rejected!

What is this? Nobody has ever turned down L'Arachel before! I, the divine princess of Rausten! I, the holy woman traveling on horseback in the name of righteousness! I AM L'ARACHEL! RAUSTEN'S CROWN PRINCESS!

Ignoring Hector who was about to answer she knocked---no, punched the door furiously. "Hello there!" her tone was sharp like the sickle she was holding at the moment. "If only you would allow yourself a little chance to communicate nicely, for a moment, please?"

There was no answer.

"Hello?!" she shouted again. She heard the man growling from inside, probably telling them that the house would not welcome strangers (especially with funny clothes... oh wait, perhaps the house was closed only to divine people?) at all cost.

She felt Hector's large hand touching her shoulder, probably telling her to give up. Enraged, she turned at him. "I've never used this... what is this abominable thing even called---to defend anything," she hissed under her breath. "Or, let me put it like this---being rejected and having to beg like a peasant, you know?!"

It was the moment when L'Arachel thought she heard Hector about to say "Hey cut it out---" instead, she ignored him again, brushing his hand off gracefully, mumbling a not-so-faint "This is getting me insane. Even divine princess whose patience rivals that of a saint can be angry too!"

Hector could only drop his jaw seeing the princess attempting to break the wooden door by chopping it using the sickle the man previously tried to attack them with.

"Hello~~~!" what in blazes, she smiled and her tone was as sweet as a wren? Wait, was that a smile?

"You forgot your sickle!" she called sweetly again. The farmer growled, but the insane divine princess did nothing but being a wood-chopper godforsaken maniac for chopping the door... 

... Mercilessly.

"Ahahaha! Oh, my, my, what a good sickle! You don't mind giving such a fine tool to a stranger?" 

One more chopping and the door would break for sure.

[latrollachel-blog]

[L'Arachel-Lyon]

[princeofmisery]

His expression of shock at her sudden racket turned to one of disbelief. He had never really met any other royals apart from Eirika and Ephraim however he did remember Princess L’Arachel from the battlefield. She had…a presence about her (or a volume, Lyon was inclined to think) that made him notice her on more than one occasion. He also had noticed she seemed to have two servants that followed her everywhere and seemed to end up protecting her. There was no way, and no form of holy redemption, that would ever make him her servant. He was no one’s servant! Well maybe if…if they forgave him and E… That was irrelevant! He hastily pulled himself together.

“Yes I can heal,” he began his response, starting on a neutral note, “And yes the fundamental aspects of your plan seem good. However you must know two things. Firstly, I am a necromancer, the entire arcane discipline is to study in defiance of blind religious faith. So I’m not doing this for any sort of holy reason…I just want to do something that is morally good so the guilt will go away. Secondly…”

He didn’t quite know how to word this politely and respectfully, so didn’t.

“Secondly, I know you are fond of cavorting about with…companions who serve you. I’d like to say that if we are to travel together, let’s do so on a level footing. Let us both work in equal measure. It seems my path to redemption and your…holy mission…have coincided. However you have not committed an immeasurable wrong. Do not get in the way of what I am trying to achieve.”

Now they had stopped talking of Eirika and Ephraim he wasn’t as desperately pessimistic, however that didn’t stop him getting annoyed at her. Why did she have to touch him so much! First his cape and now his arm!

“Please let me go,” he managed as she seemed to want him to escort her through the trees, the way she was holding his arm was reminiscent of being escorted into a civil dinner. He already started to feel a headache might be brewing. Whatever she said, this seemed unlikely to be anything like fun.

[latrollachel-blog]

"Whoops. Sorry," she let him go, however a childish smile appeared on her face now that she stuck her tongue out at him. Why this sounded like he was bargaining with her, making clear the do's and don'ts while they were together.

"Oh anyway. You're a prince from Grado! You're the Twin's dear friend, they are precious to me, so I will take good care of someone who is precious to them too," her tone was firm like his when he stated that he was no servant. L'Arachel had not much chance to speak with Lyon even before things turned out to be nasty, but based on Eirika's stories she concluded that Eirika held a faith about him and for that, she'd respect Lyon no matter what.

"... You know, I'm interested in your field," this time it was as if she was mumbling to herself, probably surprised that she, as the holy princess of a theocratic country, said something that sounded positive about dark magic. Lyon frowned upon hearing her, so she continued, "... Not for---reviving the dead," barely escaping from his gaze, she quickly added before he could say anything---"But to understand the Light more. As you know, Prince Lyon... our fields are that of opposite of each other. However, I..."

Inhale, exhale.

"If I know nothing about the Dark, how am I able to understand the Light?"

[latrollachel-blog]

[ l'arachel / hector ]

[armads]

“Yup. What did you expect? My Brother has always been Marquess but… Not much ruling you can do when you’re dead. I’m the only one left so… I guess I am. But drop the ‘Marquess’ part, Princess. Just call me Hector, all right?”

As they approached the first houses on the outskirts, he wondered about dropping her or not: she did seem to have calmed down, true… but he didn’t trust her that much. Women — women! — always get to have their way… Bah.

Hector hesitated a moment before putting her down, but so gruffly she almost lost her balance. “All right. Here you go. …Let’s get moving now. Just don’t lag behind, got it?” Somehow he doubted that… But he kept quiet. He then turned to the road ahead. “…We gotta get some medicine. Or a staff— Maybe no. I’m no magic user, so no point in that anyway.”

[latrollachel-blog]

It was the first time she had a 'normal' conversation with the big man---who introduced himself as Hector---and she swore he looked sorrowful when mentioning his brother. "I know it! You don't look like you enjoy that job anyway," she responded frankly.

"... However... Sir Hector... I'm so sorry to hear that. He's in a better place now," this time, unbestknown to him---she tapped his shoulder gently without any sense of awkwardness or cautiousness, different from what she appeared to be some minutes ago. "However! Since you spare me from formality, I grant you permission to call me L'Arachel! Everything happens for a reason, right? Say---do you believe in the Divine One, Sir Hector? Hmmm, not important---He works in a such amazing way, oh, my faith is restored somehow! Don't mind me, Sir Hector---feel it, feel the grace flowing around us---yes, now that we are companions and I bear no flag of Rausten with me, I shall be L'Arachel---at least to you, for you are Hector to me as you mentioned!"

He looked puzzled.

"Ssssh. Stop making an expression like a gorilla just proposed a marriage to you. Since you are not refined in the art of conversation, let me just do this and you, consider yourself lucky since I, Princess L'Arachel of Rausten, is more than willing to share my diplomatic skills to you! Oh, behold. We're going to eat hot meals tonight!"

Confidently, she balled her fist and knocked the wooden door softly. The house looked very modest---it was a wooden one, small, with a red roof and a chimney on the top. "Hello?" she called, in the sweetest tone ever, and she had to glare at Hector so he stopped laughing.

"Hello, kind people! If you be so kind to open your door for poor travelers here?"

There was no answer. L'Arachel knocked the door louder, thinking the occupants probably didn't want to see stranger and they were making it known since nobody blew the candle to make as if the house was left abandoned.

"Hello? Good evening?"

The sun began setting and L'Arachel started feeling desperate. Would she have to spend a night outside, in the forest again?----

The door creaked, showing a very old man holding a sickle. His expression was dark. "Yes?" his voice was low and coarse, which represented a demonic whisper in a kid's nightmare. And what was that sickle for?!

She gasped, reflexively taking a step back.

[latrollachel-blog]

[ l'arachel / hector ]

[armads]

Hector’s patience was reaching its limit. “I TOLD YOU!!!” He snapped. “I’m Hecto— Man… Why do I even bother. And, hey! What do you mean, “who sent me”!? I sent me. No one orders me around and lives to tell of it, you got it? And give me a break. You think I’d turn somebody in for money? I’m not that vile, you know!”

…Although he couldn’t deny he had considered that, especially after all those slaps. Damn, those hurt… Does she get frying pans as hands or something?

“And I doubt either you or I are worth that much here. Crown princess or Marquess, we’re no more than commoners here. Let me guess, you woke up in this forest with no recollection of how you got there, right? I thought as much— Hey, look! Those are roofs! See, I was right! I told you there was a VILLAGE there!”

As a result, Hector sped up his pace, uncaring of the person he was carrying: the sooner he got to the village, the sooner he’d leave her there, with a clear conscience. He hadn’t had the heart to abandon her before — she had been in his same situation: what was he supposed to do?

[latrollachel-blog]

"Hn---WHA---HEEEEY!!" 

She thought he'd give up! And oh in the name of anything holy wasn't he so persistent?? And he didn't come from any clan, so why did he bother to go this far just to...

... Wait, was he trying to save her by getting both of them out of the forest? 

And...

"Crown princess or marquess? YOU ARE a marquess?" she shouted her question louder than she planned it to be. "You don't appear like one! Hmmm! Did this forest swallow nobles? And gosh, yes, those are roofs. Painted red, not made of candies," she said sarcastically. "If you really don't have any ill intention towards me, then put me down. It's not like I can run away so swift with legs like these?"

He looked reluctant, but she snapped. "Thank you, Marquess, Sire!"

Waiting what he'd probably doing she saw light inside the house. Roofs, L'Arachel, roofs, she thought to herself. Would there be possible for a village consisted only... bandits? If that was true, one of them would get her first yet all she saw was him. She was weary, a perfect target for bandits mugging travelers passing by, and her case was no different.

... And that means perhaps this marquess dude was indeed, different.

[latrollachel-blog]

[L'Arachel-Lyon]

[princeofmisery]

“If they are here, they hardly need to see me again,” Lyon replied, “They’d be confused enough being in such a place, they don’t need to see someone they thought dead on top of that. I’ve caused them enough trouble. They’ve had to reconcile the thoughts of what I did, the fact I died and if they saw me again…they may not even believe it”

There was something she was foolish to think otherwise about.

“I cannot believe they would want to see me as a friend again. I would like to see them…but I don’t want to see their hatred. I’ll just keep the memories and use them to fuel my guilt.”

In all honesty he didn’t want her company on his search for redemption however she did seem sympathetic and could act as a negotiator if it turned out he was right in thinking Ephraim and Eirika did in fact hate him now. In the end, he did have to be polite and a flat out refusal would be rude. Perhaps he could put her off travelling with him over time.

“I haven’t really worked out how…well what I have to do to atone. Come if you must, though you should I will be wandering with no idea of my direction.” He wasn’t sure exactly mean with those last words. It was true he was lost in this new land but…did he even know what redemption was? How did he know when he had achieved it? What he had to do was pretty much lost to him as well.

[latrollachel-blog]

"Really? Wow! I know you're a kind person after all, Prince Lyon! Everything is going to be alright! You've made it this far anyway!" she willfully tapped him in the shoulder, a bright big smile on her face, hoping that she finally touched his soft-side and... at least he allowed her to travel with him.

"Hmmm... where do you think is the best to head from here? Ah, you know healing magic aren't you, Prince Lyon! We can learn more by helping people around! There goes your atonement, wouldn't it feel warm inside when you are able to make people smile again? Hohoho~~ and THERE goes my holy mission, yes! An unknown beautiful maiden coming from a land nobody has ever known before, traveling around to attend the sick! Oooh my! How thrilling! And absolutely fun!"

She realized Lyon stared at her as if he just saw Ephraim in Eirika's outfit---however she didn't falter. "What? What are you staring at? Oooh come ooon, this is will be fun! Hmmm! Now where to go so I can get a staff on my own?"

She ignored Lyon's attempt to protest, gently grabbing his left arm and there they walked, side-by-side.

[latrollachel-blog]

Winter Ball (Ettavia Open): Princess in Wonderland.

[heroineofthewest]

Echidna had no idea how long it had been since she had first set foot in this stuffy, over decorated hall. All sense of time had completely gone. The only estimate Echidna could easily make was it had been Too Long. She had expected this Van Sol guy to make some sort of speech or appearance, but so far, there had been nothing. Most of the food was decent, but some of it had been way to lavish and extravagant for Echidna’s tastes, and there had been a few dishes that looked as if they’d just been pulled out of a swamp. She’d avoided them like the plague, casting a scornful eye over the rotund nobles who had filled their faces with them.

Then again, many of said nobles who glanced her way had been doing the same to her; avoiding her, or staring at her in mistrust. For her part, Echidna had stared back at these people with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow until they sent their gaze elsewhere. She supposed her clothing had something to do with it. She was wearing her regular gear, having seen no need to wear a dress or anything of the sort. She wasn’t a noblewoman, and as such, didn’t want to be associated with them in terms of dress. The length of cloth that formed her bandana was there too, as well as her simple yet well kept earrings; which were a damn sight better than some of the ridiculous hooped and feathered contraptions she’d seen.

The one downside was that it made the room even stuffier than it already was. Echidna didn’t know whether guests were allowed to venture outside, but she didn’t want to risk it, just in case something interesting popped up, anything at all. For now, the glass of water she’d taken from a maid would have to do. Just as Echidna finished her drink, she heard a voice mutter “Lord help me” from nearby. Something about it intrigued Echidna, and she turned to look at the owner of the voice. A woman, with bright green hair in an elaborate ponytail… thing. Even that would have made Echidna guess she was of some nobility or class. The gold, patterned dress and similar coloured mask only increased that suspicion.

“Well, what d’you know?” Echidna muttered, moving slightly closer to the woman and staring directly at her. “I thought your type were born into doing this. Guess it’s a lot more tiring being all prim and proper than it looks, eh?”

[latrollachel-blog]

It was delightful that at least someone still acknowledged her royalty. At a foreign place like this where nobody even remembered her anymore---let alone her title or in which House she belonged, it felt like a relief.

Her mask concealed her 'YAY FINALLY!' expression and she turned at the person who replied to her.

"My type?" she felt a mixture between bitterness and fun---however it was interesting that a warrior---at least judging from the clothes---saved her from the lonely feeling since she didn't know anyone at the ball. "Oh, don't be silly. I am prim and proper all the time," she chuckled---"Not so much this time, though."

She realized what she wore to the ball, anyway. And just once, she wanted to tell herself to stop remembering that.

"I am called L'Arachel," she said elegantly. "And I find it unbelievable that you're able to identify me as a blueblood like that. Do you work for Lord Van Sol, Miss---?"

The woman before her was tall, had a well-built body so she assumed this lady was a part of an elite guard. Perhaps the lady warrior could take her to Van Sol.

[latrollachel-blog]

[ l'arachel / hector ]

[armads]

“Nah. I can tell human voices from… something… else’s, I guess? What do you mean, ‘from inside’?” Oh, brother... “What, don’t tell me you’re scared of ghosts or something!” …So much for the slayer of zombies. Was it even zomb—Whatever.

But this girl, she was really starting to get on his nerve. He silently cursed himself for approaching her in the first place.

Man, I swear, she smacks me again, and I drop her.

“Hey, look— I told you! I put you down and with you limping we go twice as slow! Man, tomorrow morning we’ll still be here! And I’m trying to help here, you know! I can’t tell you to get comfortable, but— Ow! At least stop hitting me, woman!”

[latrollachel-blog]

"I will stop hitting you if you act more properly! And 'woman'? I am called L'Arachel, PRINCESS OF RAUSTEN, excuse you, and who are YOU again? Not that your name matters!" she smacked him again. What now? If he wanted to drop her, then just do it! Hmmmph! Wasn't alone better than being trapped with a rude person such as him? She didn't know who he was, anyway!

"... Who sent you?" she asked suspiciously. "Perhaps someone sent you to kidnap me. I am Rausten's crowned princess anyway... perhaps the village you are talking about is nothing but a place where your FRIENDS wait for the ransom. I cannot believe someone who looks so evil such as you!"

Ummm wait---"I'm trying to help here?"

Doesn't matter! What help anyway? What can happen in a peaceful forest like this---besides some wild hungry animals attacking for---

L'Arachel gasped. Food? Ugh no way she'd die as some wild animal's food. Still glaring at the big man she questioned him again, however this time her tone was not as intimidating as before.

"What do you mean by trying to help? For God's sake... who are you?"

[princeinnes-blog]

parties are stupid (event open)

Despite the fact that it was expected for most of Frelia’s royalty to attend parties, Innes always tried to avoid them as much as possible. He figured those expectations didn’t really apply here considering he wasn’t even in Magvel anymore, but he decided he might as well attend, if only in hopes of discovering more information on this mysterious land. For one thing, he would’ve liked to know how the host of this party knew his full name. If he was back in Frelia he could’ve put a few spies on the case and busied himself with something else, but that wasn’t the case here- he had to figure everything out on his own. He tried his best to view it as a nice change of pace opposed to a burden.

The prince sat silently at a table in the corner of the ballroom where he had a clear view of a majority of the party and the dance floor. He absently tapped his fingers on the table, watching for any familiar faces or potential suspicious activity that could hint at just what the hell was wrong with this place.

[latrollachel-blog]

L'Arachel darted her gaze ANYWHERE to see if this Lord Van Sol would appear and greeted his guests. A lord, she thought. Must be the one wearing rather fashionable, if not fancier menswear. However so far she didn't see anyone like that. There were men and women around, some looked like they were knights, but that was all. The butlers, waiters and maids wandering here and there passing food, filling up glasses, but... 

What is this party?

"Why won't Miss sit down there? We'll get you nice things to fill up your starving stomach," a maid approached her. She sounded polite but not very amiable, but L'Arachel didn't have any complaints besides---

"Uh, when can I---we meet Lord Van Sol?"

But the maid already left her alone after saying something like "Also, a nice drink to cheer the night!"

Confused, L'Arachel shrugged that off and walked to a table near where she stood. Perhaps if she was patient enough, she'd see him at last? It would be impossible if Van Sol wouldn't even say anything to the guests, right?

"Excuse me," she said in the sweetest tone possible. "Is the chair vacant or may I, Sir---"

The man who sat there turned to face her when he heard her talking, and...

"YOU---WHAT?!" 

It was very un-gallant of the princess to raise her tone two octaves higher, however----

"INNES?!"

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Into the Hedges [L'Arachel-Eliwood-Seth-Rhys]

Heaving madly, Seth opened the door from the dark ballroom, looking the pathway over before once again facing the small group he’d been running from the assailants with by far. It was disgraceful for him to run, and a disgrace not to think of it sooner… This must all be part of some trap the man called Van Sol set them up for. Yet he found himself faced with no other choice. He was unarmed… weaponless in a situation where he needed one the most, in a castle he was invited to. A ball invitation that he accepted from a man he had not known, whose invitation he accepted despite his suspicion. One that he hoped to meet, perhaps, to find out why he had been sent here.

Only to find that the man would not show, but set up a trap for them instead.

He could think nothing of himself but a fool now.

“Hurry inside!” He opened the door wide, signalling for everyone to move in while there were no guards… no assailants making attempts to stop them from their escape.

[rexaura-blog]

Rhys had told himself at the beginning of the party that he wasn’t going to eat too much, especially too much rich food, but once he actually saw all of the food that idea sort of went out the window. He hadn’t eaten anything so delicious or filling in what seemed like years. It was probably a good thing the lights went out, because it forced the healer to stop eating. The panic that pulsed through him immediately afterwards wasn’t appreciated, however.

He should’ve expected something like this to happen, and although he didn’t, he was as prepared for it as he could’ve been. It was easy to carry a light tome and heal staff with him at all times and he did so out of habit, even on seemingly riskless situations. He was glad he did, because now he could be some use to the small group he escaped with.

Rhys gave Seth a small smile as he hurried past him, eyes widening at the sight of what appeared to be a hedge maze. “Oh no,” he said quietly, placing a hand to his forehead. That was going to be a lot of walking…he had a feeling he was going to regret eating so much.

[latrollachel-blog]

WHAT ON EARTH??

That was a sudden turn of event! And she was unarmed, with the fancy made-of-curtain dress and still, with her mask---hmmm if only she knew, she would have grabbed at least a candelabra before... someone was plotting for the guests' demise? How come! Were they invited to be killed? Yet she didn't notice anything strange before, or was it because she was too overwhelmed by the party since she wanted to meet Van Sol---the one whose name signed on the invitation?

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen, wait," she gasped for breath because of catching up with the other two. "Uh---the Lady Fortune seems to be abandoning us for now. What shall we do? I don't really like what I see... perhaps we should go back?"

Instinctively, she touched the wall.

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Town of trees and wild beasts [L'Arachel/Tethys]

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For someone who had been mildly depressed and almost tearing up just a few minutes ago, L’Arachel now really was surprisingly over the top excited - almost like any normal teenage girl might behave, if it wasn’t for her status as a princess. It was nice to see the other smile as brightly as this though, and Tethys lightly giggled when she took a few steps forward and gracefully twirled around to gesture for the princess to join her inside the shop. “I have no objections, Lady L’Arachel. Let’s find garments fitting for two beautiful women as ourselves.”

It wasn’t the greatest or most glamorous of stores, but in a place like Sapim that was to be expected. The town was situated in the middle of a forest after all, and from what she gathered, life here wasn’t always easy. Many of its inhabitants worked as hunters or as miners in the quarry and thus had a rather rough look about them. Their eyes mostly had a friendly spark in them though; and they had welcomed the dancer in their midst - for that she was thankful. It would be her new mission for now to make the townsfolk acknowledge Rausten’s pretty princess as well - after all, they were friends now and friends were meant to help each other.

“So, did you find anything that suits your liking, princess?”, the dancer asked after pacing through the store for a while and observing the attires on display. The fashion in these lands was so different from anything she had seen in Magvel, but it wasn’t a bad thing. The gowns and dresses here were unusual, but they had a certain charm to them and Tethys was sure that the cuts used for most of them were just perfect to accentuate her curves - but would L’Arachel feel comfortable in such garments as well? She was a princess after all. Still, if she truly wanted to join her for a dance, it was hardly avoidable for her to wear an outfit suitable for the occasion. Tethys offered her an encouraging smile. “Choose something that makes it easy to move around in”, she suggested. “We want to enchant everyone with our beautiful dance, right?”

[latrollachel-blog]

Ooohohoho, my, she liked Tethys for liking her own beauty. Such confidence! ... Or, because she just acknowledged her beauty. Tethys brought her to a wall full of hanging dresses, to her liking because at least they could shop... normally? Although the dancer told her to choose as like she didn't feel like burdening her any longer---at least with money---since sure Tethys would still have to teach her dance later.

But why were these dresses... so.. sexy?

She was a princess of a theocratic country. Despite considering herself to have a refined taste and loving to look really fine in her gowns, L'Arachel never really wore something her uncle would consider to be revealing since she had to represent Rausten anyway. Being protected and kept pure as a child making her to be awkward even upon seeing a bare-chested man; and poor Ephraim had learned her rich vocabulary in a rather not-so-good experience.

But this was different. There was no Rausten, no uncle, and she agreed Tethys to dance together---otherwise, what could she do? How would she bring her meals and make a living? She needed to sleep somewhere tonight---somewhere with a bed and wake up to a hot breakfast. She didn't want to stay in the forest again, the later it got, the creepier; besides she wasn't so sure she'd be so lucky this time.

"Um," she said nervously, "Let me try... that... one."

"You have good eyes!" the shop owner exclaimed. Taking out a soft fabric that appeared like satin, the sleeveless dress was light blue, thin and somewhat transparent. It had a second layer---grey, but covered only her chest leaving her stomach looked exposed. As she walked around she noticed a high-cut on the left side of the dress, exposing her leg mid-thigh, with some golden leg-bracelet ornaments decorated with laces and golden threads attached to the inner lining of the seductive clothing.

"Um... oh..." she couldn't say anything else. Tethys was right, it exposed her curves as it was important to accentuate a dancer's movement.

"Perfect! Will this do, Miss?" the shop owner asked her delightfully.

She was facing her own reflection, feeling like she was metamorphosing into something---someone different---in a foreign different land she was about to do something different, despite feeling rather nervous for wearing something sexy. 

However that one fit her nicely, and---

"---That color, that hair, you look like sea breeze and your hair shall be the sun; or blue sky, your hair shall be the greens."

She reflexively letting her hair loose. "Who is this?" was the first thing crossed her mind when she saw her new appearance, even something simple such as stretching her arm made her nervous since she was wearingthat.

Perhaps it's better this way. If someone caused this trouble... or someone trapped me here wishing for ill fate to befall me, better that I stick with Tethys and look like this so nobody recognizes me.

"I take this," her voice was firm.

Deep down, her heart wasn't. 

[latrollachel-blog]

[ l'arachel / hector ]

[armads]

Hector snorted, unable to keep his mouth shut. “And here I thought ‘classy’ meant not being such talkative magpies… Uh, actually, never mind. Be… err, classier than me as much as you want, as long as that keeps you quiet, all right?”

Though, despite her undending complaining and picking on his persona, she really did seem to show a genuine worry, or at least, interest in their whereabouts and situation… Not that he would stop ignoring her issues with how he dragged her around because of it, anyway.

“Man, give me a break. See, I thought I heard some voices at the outskirts of this forest before. Thought it might be a village or something… Your screwy head sure looks like it could use one, eh? And that ankle of yours too. It doesn’t look any good, you know!”

[latrollachel-blog]

"SCREWY HEAD!" she gasped as she smacked Hector's head again. "The only one with a screwy head is you, unfashionable cotton candy! Hmmmph! My ankle will be fine when you drop---PUT ME DOWN!" she quickly corrected herself fearing this guy would not hesitate to do that this time. Wasn't he dumb? But still he seemed to know that something was wrong with the forest and at least he noticed her ankle?

"Voices... really?" she looked at him cautiously. "At the middle of a forest such as this? ... I hope they are not... coming from inside."

[latrollachel-blog]

[L'Arachel-Lyon]

[princeofmisery]

She let go of his staff and Lyon was on his feet at once. Finally! He could go and pursue his atonement in peace without being pitied, patronised or made miserable. She may not know exactly where she was but Lyon felt no inclination to help her find her way, let alone continue their conversation about such…painful…matters. Lyon was about to head off when suddenly he felt a now familiar strangling sensation.

What was it with her and pulling on his cape?!

“I don’t know,” was his honest answer, “Somewhere where I can redeem myself without dwelling on what has happened and is past.”

He felt his resolution slip as she told him more about Eirika. She could tell him even more about the twins, how they had been, how they had coped during the war. Whether they’d been hurt, whether he’d physically hurt them as well as emotionally… No! He had to atone and therefore he couldn’t think back and dwell on what would only impede his determination!

“I’m not running away,” he snapped, growing frustrated, ”I’m progressing in a manner that means I can cause no pain to anyone other than myself. This is a new land, a land where no one knows what I’ve done and as much as I would like to see Eirika again…I would like to see both Ephraim and Eirika very much…yet I simply can’t. Who even says that they’re here of all places? We may be but it doesn’t mean they are!”

[latrollachel-blog]

"You're right," she said in a flat tone, not showing any sign that indicated she might be aggravated or annoyed by his snapping. "However," her tone was so calm this time, "They too, could be here."

She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry if you feel cornered, Prince Lyon---in the name of the Divine, I tell you; I really wish to meet the twin again. Eirika is a precious person to me too..." her expression looked like a desperate little puppy now. "... And I know you want to see them as much as I do---no, more, more than I do! That's why, you... we... have to face this, Prince Lyon. I sense something is working here and whatever that 'thing' is it gets to our desire. Now that you're back and breathing, aren't you... at least going to try making the twin know about that? They've lost so many things. It would be wonderful to meet an invaluable friend, while they---we---thought that you were---"

Dead. Consumed. Devoured.

"... You know, Prince Lyon, atoning... finding a way back... that can be hard, you know? Why don't we tag along together?"

[latrollachel-blog]

Winter Ball (Ettavia Open): Princess in Wonderland.

“You are free to wander as you wish within this ballroom,” the young woman in dark-white garment said. “As for accommodations, we will escort you to your room when the evening has ended. Lord Van Sol wishes for you to enjoy your stay.”

She nodded and thanked her for the cordiality, trying her best not to 'look around like a peasant'. She watched the young woman disappearing into the same door she ushered her from, and there, completely alone with a grand door probably heading to the great hall where this party was held.

She could not wait to meet Lord Van Sol. After being indecisive whether to attend or not since the invitation had reached her, she decided to take her chance by showing up. She needed to see someone to help her learning the situation---at least getting a clue about what was actually going on. She started doubting everything---for example, was the rabbit she chased really a rabbit? Was she actually dreaming? There must be an explanation about this, right?

And oh, to hone her diplomacy skill! Why of course HER HIGHNESS PRINCESS L'ARACHEL OF RAUSTEN was a good conversant? She should befriend a prominent figure in this place... land... she didn't know. She had never heard of Van Sol's name before if not because of the jewelry dude who bought her earrings.

... Talking about earrings...

It was quite bitter for L'Arachel to start with---tearing a floral curtain from her windowsill for her dress and sewed it herself---with a mixture of thoughts and feeling battling inside, wondering if she had gone too far displaying her wealth back then in Rausten, was she tested, punished, that she was living a life of a poor woman who even---needed to---make a dress out of a rather nice curtain?

Trying her best not to think of everything else she finished the dress in time. It was not the best dress in town, of course, however she hoped it would be 'okay enough' to wear for meeting Van Sol later---wait, she needed to meet him. She ought to speak to him, however she didn't want to appear like 'a guest with a mission' even if he actually was, well, with a mission.

Checking her appearance once again to make sure the dress finely fit her, she drew something out of her purse---a little 'equipment' she accidentally found when  desperately trying to find something for her dress---a rather exclusive golden mask with a flowery design and a butterfly, probably stolen considering the cheap inn she was staying at---but who cares?

She hoped the gold-colored curtain, ornamented with dark red flowers print and some soft-looking silvery circle patterns do the job okay as a dress. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the door, letting two butlers opening it for her side-by-side. 

Poor, yes. But with a class.

Approaching the grand hall quietly, she reached a glass of water offered to her by a maid dressed in little black dress. The freshness and coolness of the drink calmed her nervousness a bit. She could not stand still here all night---she had to mingle with everyone else to learn something. To know something. To write back to Rausten. To...

Closing her eyes, she fixed her mask for the last time.

"Lord help me," she mumbled as she placed the glass on the table.