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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Feb 9, 2010 13:13:48 GMT -5
Eve gasped as the man grabbed her wrist and spun her. Who is this guy? There's no way he's a member of the GD. I would recognize him. As he released her wrist, she stumbled a bit before she regained her balance. Turning quickly, she glared at the man again.
"You are, of course, perfectly welcome to try again, but now I wonder what kind of runway model has that kind of right hook. Maybe I should be asking you again what your business is here and what is your interest in our good Prince Euric Qi Britannia.”
The model's eyes widened at the question. I have to be careful with how I word this. The wrong phrasing could reveal my mission and put me in great danger. Taking a deep breath she answered the so called reporter. "I had to learn how to defend myself growing up. What with a body like this, who could resist? And I'm just a model after the man of her dreams. Women tend to be very... territorial when it comes to laying their claim on a man."
She slowly side-stepped around the man, waiting for an opening to present itself. Eve was still being controlled by her anger. Even though she knew he was a better fighter than herself, she had no intention of letting him leave without giving him a present in return for his kindness.
Now! she called out mentally. She charged, fist raised, again at the irritating man, hoping to succeed in breaking his jaw this time.
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Post by vierre on Feb 9, 2010 18:07:59 GMT -5
"I had to learn how to defend myself growing up. What with a body like this, who could resist? And I'm just a model after the man of her dreams. Women tend to be very... territorial when it comes to laying their claim on a man."
“The man of your dreams? If that were true, I would applaud your devotion to blind love. It’s touching. Yet why feel territorial? I assure you I am no threat in that regard.”
The woman’s answer was not convincing in the slightest. But neither was his answer. So there they were, two individuals lying to each other and both of them knew it. Vierre narrowed his eyes again, focusing on the model when she began to circle to his side. She was actually going to try again. This was absurd. This woman was absurd. “In fact,” he continued. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I was the one leaving. Leaving you to your prince. And you are the one chasing after me. I should be flattered.”
Then she launched another attack, this time without an audible warning. Though Vierre, with his guard ready, was able to dance back out of harm’s way once more, the woman’s punch was closer to hitting its mark this time and the Black Knight decided against trying anything cute again. In his rapid back steps, Vierre spun and smoothly slipped behind a row of food stands, hiding from public view. This was getting out of hand and he wouldn’t allow the people enjoying their day at the amusement park get involved.
“Now, hold on just a second, miss,” said Vierre, holding out a hand. “I suggest you calm yourself down. I’m really not interested in a fight. At least not until I’ve decided if you’re friend or foe.” He tilted his head to the side, stretching the muscle at the base of his neck. This wasn’t such a dull mission after all.
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Feb 9, 2010 18:38:20 GMT -5
Growling as she missed, Eve watched as the man slipped behind some food stands. Untying the ribbon from around her waist, she quickly hiked the dress up and tied it in place around her waist. It probably wouldn't hold for very long, but she didn't see this fight lasting too much longer. Eventually someone would noticed something and they would be forced to end prematurely. She quickly followed the man behind the food stands.
"I assure you, I am no friend of yours." She paused momentarily to tighten the ribbon around her waist. "You're a threat to the prince and I cannot allow that." Without a moments hesitation, the model ran towards her opponent. "But more importantly..." She rose her arms and flipped gracefully over him, hoping to catch him by surprise. "...You're a threat..."As she landed behind him, she crouched and swung her leg out attempting to take his legs out. "...To my mission!"
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Post by vierre on Feb 9, 2010 19:16:03 GMT -5
”I assure you, I am no friend of yours.”
“That is sad to hear. You didn’t even try,” retorted Vierre.
Vierre shook his head sadly at woman. She had re-adjusted her dress and secured it in place as to not hinder her movement. It seemed she would not be deterred, which meant there was only one course of action for him. His fist clenched and then relaxed, several times. She rushed him, and with a steel gaze he watched, unwavering but at ease. Still she pushed forward and abruptly propelled herself high into the air in a splendid arc. Vierre had been expecting something. Perhaps not the flip specifically, but definitely something more vigorous. Her dress rearrangement gave that away.
But Vierre did not move. His head rotated upward, watching her soar, and he fought every instinct to avoid evading or even countering. He clenched the muscles in his legs to hold back the reaction, only until he heard her land softly on the other side did he relax again. With a smile he braced himself.
The woman’s legs swung around and he felt them swing into his own, taking them out from under him. Time moved at the pace of a laboured crawl, as he felt himself fall, suspended in the air if only for a fraction of a second. Down to the ground he tumbled, purposely controlling his descent to take the brunt of the impact on the flat of his back and not snap his head back.
Vierre landed with a dull thud. On the ground, he tilted his head back to look up at the woman. He still showed her a smile. “Are you happy now?” he asked Eve, who was now upside down from his point of view. “I must not be that much of a threat, eh? And might I add you’ve ruined a perfectly good blazer.” Lying on his back on the ground was hardly a strategic position, but he thought it might be unexpected enough for her to hold off. On the other hand, Vierre was running out of non-violent countermeasures.
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Feb 9, 2010 19:31:18 GMT -5
The model's eyes widened as she watched the man take the hit and fall to the ground. Why did he stand there and take it? What is his motive? she thought as she stood up looking quite perturbed. I must kill him quickly. If this continues for too much longer, my cover will be blown and I will have failed my father once more! I cannot let that happen!
"Are you happy now?" Her eyes narrowed into a glare once more.
"No! You took that hit on purpose! I will not be underestimated!" She stormed over to his face and raised her foot, preparing to strike again. "I foolishly revealed information to you. Your existence is a threat to me and my mission. Unfortunately for you, I have no other choice, but to terminate it!" She slammed her foot down aiming for his throat and hoping it would hit it's mark. Otherwise, things were about to get complicated.
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Post by vierre on Feb 9, 2010 20:14:10 GMT -5
It was true. It was impossible to win with some women. He swore under his breath.
"No! You took that hit on purpose! I will not be underestimated!"
“Hold on a second! No I wasn’t underestimating-” Vierre called back, both of them trying to speak over one another at the same time.
”Unfortunately for you, I have no other choice, but to terminate it!"
Vierre raised an eyebrow. Maybe it was just his imagination, as they struggled to be heard over one another. Had he heard that right? “Wait, wait… What’d you just say? Termina-??” There was no time to finish even the final word. She was hovering above him, now angrier than ever, but worst of all was the heel closing down on his throat with an intent to crush.
Vierre’s hands shot up, both of them slamming up against her stomp and gripping her foot to a stop inches above his throat. He gritted his teeth. A couple of punches and even a neat sweep kick were one thing, but actively trying to kill him was an entirely other matter. “I… happen to like my existence,” he snarled and pushed back with force. Promptly he rolled to his side and swept his legs out, around, and back underneath himself to hastily rise back onto his feet.
There would be no more games played. He could not allow her to continue attacking him, but neither could he strike back. “Listen,” said Vierre slowly and deliberately. “I offered you a chance to end this without a fight. Consider that losing to me here and now doesn’t help your so-called mission.” He advanced slowly towards the woman. It was a bluff in essence, but he was prepared now to act on her attacks without fooling around.
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Feb 9, 2010 20:31:32 GMT -5
Eve stumbled a bit as he pushed her back preventing her attack from connecting. Quickly regaining her balance, she fell into a defensive state as she waited for the idiot to make his next move. He spoke to her again instead of fighting her. It mattered not if he would fight her. What mattered was that she intended to fight him and that would be his downfall. The model held her ground as he advanced on her.
"I will not lose to the likes of you!" she yelled as she charged at him yet again. This time she chose to aim at his chest as he would have a much harder time dodging. As she punched rapidly she yelled at him once again. "What's the matter?! Afraid of losing to a girl?! Fight back you pansy!"
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Post by vierre on Feb 9, 2010 21:03:32 GMT -5
“A pansy, am I? Well then a pansy I’ll have to be, but let it be known that I’m a pansy who doesn’t resort to childish name calling.” At the moment the Black Knight captain’s tongue was probably sharper than his willingness to actually fight the model in open combat. The woman seemed frantic now, blinded by either rage or stubbornness or possibly even some mixture of both. She charged recklessly with a flurry of strikes, though ‘reckless’ was something Vierre understood and knew how to deal with.
He smirked, no longer hiding his quickness and agility. Those who charged forward on the offensive usually expected their opponents to fall back, as he had been doing so far. This time, however, Vierre sprinted forward, moving directly towards her line of attack. At the last moment, at close range, he snapped his dominant hand to the right and rapidly back over to the left deflecting her blows as he planted his foot and launched himself passed her. A light burst of air ruffled her hair and he skidded to a stop several feet behind her with small clouds of roused dirt gathered at his feet.
Vierre turned to face the model once again, holding up his left hand where he held the ribbon from her waist. On cue, her dress cascaded back down into place. “It looks better on you that way.”
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Feb 9, 2010 21:27:13 GMT -5
Eve opened her mouth to shout at him as he literally flew past her. However, she quickly closed it as her dress fell back into it's original state. She turned around to face him and immediately saw the ribbon in his hands. When did he-
Her thoughts were interrupted as he complimented her. "I admit, your skills are far superior to mine, but..." She trailed off as she reached into the top of her dress. She pulled out a small knife, meant purely for close combat. "There are other ways to win."
The model winked slyly before taking the knife up to the dress and cutting it open a bit at the top. She then threw the knife aside and grabbed hold of the split edges. Pulling, she ripped the bodice of the dress open a good deal. She then bent over and patted some dirt stains onto the expensive gown. When she stood straight again, a smirk crossed her lips.
"For example."
She again rushed at the man, but instead of taking a swing at him, she grabbed his arm and twirled. The result was him holding her in a rather questionable way. Taking a deep breath she screamed loudly.
"Someone please help me!"
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Euric Qi Britannia
Britannian
First Prince of the Imperial Family[M:4566]
"Neck 2 - Euric 0."
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Post by Euric Qi Britannia on Feb 9, 2010 22:31:05 GMT -5
//Not exiting after all, it seems.//
Euric hadn't got too far. He as well as well as his guards (though, the prince more subconsciously than really intendedly) now alerted, the little encounter including a certain model and a certain fake reporter was indeed not likely to be left unnoticed. Even more so, when the nearest exit, to with the First Prince was naturally being escorted towards to, happened to be at the same direction where the two had left. Perhaps Euric had not realized it when they began moving, but their route would pass very much past the spot where the two currently held their 'conversation'.
For the moment, the prince was really more occupied with his thoughts than what was happening in his surroundings. Sure, a Black Knight appearing in broad daylight just like that was one thing, though how harmless for the moment, but as well he couldn't just shake off the thoughts of the model's sudden disappearance after him either. He couldn't help the feeling irk him - why would she have just ran right off after him like that? She could have been indeed just busy, yes, but considering all it just seemed to be too much of a coincidence to be just that. So he pondered. She couldn't be a Black Knight, too, now could she? ...But no, she didn't seem pleased to see the other man, and from what Euric could gather her demeanor towards him had seemed genuine. So. Who was she?
Yet, Euric's thoughts were soon to be disturbed by a noise of an apparent commotion ahead. And quite a wake up it was for him - a sight that snapped his eyes right from seemingly staring to nothingness, instead to now follow quite a familiar pair to disappear behind some food stands. And not in a very friendly manner as far as the prince could see. Which wasn't good. Was she in trouble? You stupid. Quite clearly. Which, then again, was something Euric could not just let go on happening right before his eyes - metaphorically speaking or not.
Time for him to act before thinking. Bad thing was, he wasn't much of a fighter with bare hands, and for this particular trip to the amusement park, he had not seen it necessary to take any weaponry - let's say a sword - with him. Of course it was not to be expected he would have perhaps needed it. But time to pout about it was not now.
Of course his guards had also noticed what was going on. The prince wouldn't wait for any longer, but back up wasn't a bad thing either. So, with few selected words they began advancing, rushing moderately enough through the crowd before reaching the food stands. And so did the prince followed by the two guards rush around the corner, only to find...
"Someone please help me!"
A sight that made Euric halt the moment he witnessed it with his eyes. There was Eve, her dress ruined, a knife on the ground and the Black Knight, standing, also him having some marks of dirt on himself. Euric's eyes narrowed. What was going on here? Mind that later. The supposed Black Knight was there. He gave a signal to the guards, whilst himself rushing to Eve, they headed towards Vierre.
He knelt beside her and offered her the green outer coat of his, laying it onto her shoulders. "Are you all right? What on earth is going on here?" Just to be sure, the knive from the ground had vanished.
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Post by vierre on Feb 9, 2010 22:53:55 GMT -5
Dirty tactic. Dirty, dirty tactic. Vierre had considered this turn of events a possibility, but did not think the model would stoop this low. He yanked his arm free from her grasp and stepped away. In desperation she sacrificed her own dignity. He looked at the Prince, in all his inopportune timing, then glared back at the model, his face contorted in disgust.
Vierre spoke clearly and bluntly. “I offer you no false stories, your Majesty,” he said, keeping himself, most important of all, composed. He saluted in the style of the Britannian military, the sharp movement perfected to a practiced precision. “I spoke only half seriously when I warned you previously of this one. It seems now I may have stumbled upon something quite close to an ugly truth. Your Majesty, she refers to you as part of some, and I quote, ‘mission’. She is a talented manipulator, focused on this apparent mission, to the point of being treacherous.” He delivered his report as a soldier would, regardless of the fact that he no longer served the Britannian royal family.
Vierre’s eyes darted past the Prince to see his guards approaching. “I can only assume you assigned your guards to watch me after we spoke. If so, then they would have seen this woman attempt to strike me, not once but twice while we were out in the open.”
It was a difficult situation. Even Vierre would admit that. But when the situation looked impossible, the Black Knight captain did what he always did. He faced it head on. If the model was going to rely on deceit, then he would offer honesty. Black Knight and Britannian royalty be damned… The model represented something else.
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Sakura Shizuka
Administrator
Commander-in-Chief[M:419]
When the game is over, the King and Pawn go into the same box.
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Feb 9, 2010 23:25:45 GMT -5
The sun streamed brightly into the office, brightening Sakura’s mood greatly. If there was one thing (apart from tea or pocky) that was a guarantee to make Sakura happy, it was sunlight. Stretching widely in her chair, the young Commander picked up the file she was looking at, eyes scanning the contents one final time.
“Yosh.” Apparently satisfied with it, Sakura stood up and exited her room. Passerbys immediately saluted and pressed back into the wall, for fear of meeting her rage. They expected one of two responses from their Commander. Either the curt nod of acknowledgement, or the ‘go burn in a fire’ glare.
“Good morning Kaji, Nami. Wonderful day, is it not?” A full verbal greeting with smile was not one of them. If anything, it was more frightening that the normal responses. As Sakura walked past the two men, a slight bounce to her step, they slowly turned to one another, faces pale.
“She…smiled.” “Yea…” “S-She…said ‘wonderful day…’” “Yea…” “She…seemed perky.” “Yea…” “She’s never perky.” “Yea…” “Scary…” “Yea…”
The two soldiers looked in the direction where Sakura had walked and gulped. If there was anything scarier than an angry Sakura, it was a perky one. The men gulped again. Yes…most scary indeed.
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Sakura hummed softly to herself as she strolled down the streets, a faint smile curving the edges of her mouth. Today was simply marvelous~ She finished that bitch of a report, the sun was shining and she was about to get herself a cup of tea! Yes, today was simply marvelous…simply marvelous.
The sound of rides and the faint laughter of children reached her ears. Sakura turned her head to the right. Clovisland. If she remembered correctly, Vierre DeMara had been sent there today, hadn’t he? After that little incident with the explosives, Sakura had decided to have the First Division Captain go out and just make sure all was well in the world. The little ones back at Base were getting a bit antsy, fearing that someone from the inside was trying to get their asses killed. She thought they were being paranoid drama queens, but then again-what did it matter? Majority rules. So she sent the first person who came to mind-the first division captain.
Sakura titled head slightly. It was a rather stupid reason to send him out, wasn’t it? The smile widened slightly. Yosh! She was in a benevolent mood today. She supposed the man had been out long enough. Might as well invite him along for tea.
Entering the amusement park without so much as a second glance, Sakura began to look for her potential tea buddy. It had been some time since she left Britannia-her appearance was not exactly what it used to be. Her hair style was different, she had grown, her eyes sharper, and her facial features had matured. In reality, the only sole defining trait of hers that remained the same was the tattoo on her right collarbone. But then again, it wasn’t an uncommon tattoo-a cherry blossom was worn by many. Maybe it was because she was used to having a bounty hanging over her head, but Sakura was not in the least worried about being caught. And even if she was, it was nothing a little punch here or there wouldn’t take care of. Today was simply to wonderful to let something at petty as being caught ruin it…
The bounce returning to her step, Sakura’s eyes continued to scan for the First Division Captain. How hard could it be to find that man, anyways?
“Someone please help me!" Turning on her heel in the opposite direction of where the sound came from, Sakura began to walk as quickly and discretely as possible. Someone calling for help usually meant authorities would come. As small of a chance it was for her to be recognized, she did not want to push her luck. She continued to walk when a voice caught her ears, stopping her dead in her tracks.
“I offer you no false stories, your Majesty.” Vierre. It was Vierre. Sakura whirled her head around. Fuck. Vierre was involved in this apparent trouble…and worst of all? So was the freaking royalty. She could only pray that it wasn’t some princess who had just screamed for help.
Cursing under her breath, Sakura bolted in the direction of the voices, despite her instincts telling her not to, that doing so would mean shitsville for her. ‘Knew today was too good to last…’ She thought darkly, noticing a small crowd gather where a fashion show was being held.
Taking a deep breath, Sakura bent her head so that her bangs her covering most of her face. Not the best way to cover oneself, but she was going to try to do this as painless and as quickly as possible. Pushing her way through, ignoring the protests, Sakura quietly made her way up to the mid-front. “Sorry. S’cuse me. Coming through. Gomen ne…” Sakura only managed to get to the middle of the crowd, but what caught her eye made her freeze in fear for a split second.
‘Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me…’ Out of all the possible royals, it simply had to be the First Prince, didn’t it? Couldn’t be, say, some useless 4th or 5th could it? Nooo, had to be the freaking first! Sakura fought the urge to groan loudly.
Her eyes fell onto the woman. Some model. But why would she…and why was Vierre…?
Several thoughts ran through her head. ‘What the hell is De Mara doing here? I swear if he did anything to her…no, he wouldn’t do anything like that…doesn’t have the balls for it…I swear if he’s done anything stupid, I’ll- “…if so, then they would have seen this woman attempt to strike me, not once but twice while we were out in the open.” Apparently not.
The wheels in Sakura’s head began to turn and eyes narrowed to slits. So was that it, eh? Little model using her DeMara as the scapegoat, is she? A smirk began to crawl up the edges of her mouth. Interesting~
Slinking to the side, Sakura wormed her way around the crowd until she ended up at the front, right behind the First Prince’s guard. “Gomen.” was all she said before cuffing both in the back of the neck, rendering them unconscious. Hearing the gasp of the crowd as the two forms slumping to the ground exposed her completely, Sakura only flashed a grin at the model and Prince before grabbing Vierre by the wrist. They were in shitsville. So much for tea.
Her eyes rolled over to his. “You’re so buying me tea after this.”
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Feb 9, 2010 23:47:43 GMT -5
As the man threw her, Eve landed roughly and clung to the bodice to keep it from opening and exposing her chest. Seconds later the prince was at her side and had covered her up with a rather nice and expensive coat. She released her hold on the bodice and clung to the jacket instead. She blushed lightly at his hospitality and instantly felt bad about what she would eventually be forced to do.
The model was instantly brought back to the situation at hand as the man spoke highly to the prince. Indigo eyes widened and snapped over to look at him. He wouldn't! she thought.
She felt her stomach sinking as he revealed her as a fraud. Granted, she was truly a model and always had been, but it would take quite an elaborate fairy tale to get her out of this new situation. As she was about to speak to defend herself, Eve was surprised to see a girl emerge from the crowd and take out a few guards. She watched silently as she grabbed the idiot and ran off with him. Hopefully this would make explaining herself a bit easier.
Looking to the ground she spoke softly to the prince. "I have no idea what he's talking about." She cursed inwardly to herself. That has got to be the lamest lie you have ever concocted. He's sure to see through it and question you endlessly! And if his guards were indeed watching, I'm screwed for sure!
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Euric Qi Britannia
Britannian
First Prince of the Imperial Family[M:4566]
"Neck 2 - Euric 0."
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Post by Euric Qi Britannia on Feb 10, 2010 10:06:28 GMT -5
“I offer you no false stories, your Majesty,"
Hearing the man's voice made Euric rise up from beside the model, yet this kind of answer coming from somewhat unexpected direction left him standing and to listen, the salute making him reflexively to respond to it and nod to the other man for him to continue. “I spoke only half seriously when I warned you previously of this one. It seems now I may have stumbled upon something quite close to an ugly truth. Your Majesty, she refers to you as part of some, and I quote, ‘mission’. She is a talented manipulator, focused on this apparent mission, to the point of being treacherous.” Euric listened, his face serious. The more he heard, though, the more his eyebrows furrowed. He made a glance towards Eve at his feet - she stared at the other man, yet making no move. His delivery certainly was one to be called plausible, and just because he'd be a Black Knight, didn't mean the First Prince would ignore his words. Definitely not so at all. This prince wasn't someone to judge a person just because he was an opponent, to be called an enemy. Albeit how much he had lied earlier, this time the prince sensed no falsehood. The model also still not doing a thing was one thing telling its own story. Though her turn to explain would come, no doubt of that. The First Prince lifted his gaze now look straight to the other man's eyes, his look being very thoughtful, but telling one thing for sure. Whoever the man was, the prince would return his rectitude with his respect. Slowly he nodded to Vierre, accepting his words to be heard and not left without regard.
It, on the other hand, what he had shown in his previous speech proved him very much worth to be captured, though now, the prince also doubted he would be as upright to fall silent about anything he might be questioned. Still, it wasn't something why he would let the man go. “I can only assume you assigned your guards to watch me after we spoke. If so, then they would have seen this woman attempt to strike me, not once but twice while we were out in the open." Euric simply nodded. "You assume right - though I'm sure you understand my doing so. I will hear them whether or not they can verify your factorial. In the meanwhile, though, I- " Euric didn't get to finish his sentence when a new surprise, another person appeared. And who, of all people. Though quick as a flash, she was familiar enough for the prince to recognize her right away. The red hair, the green eyes, the sakura tattoo - though how matured since last seen, he couldn't be mistaken. Which proved the Black Knight man's worth - though now utterly lost as he saw his guards knocked down and the man disappeared along her in that same flash - if he was someone to be saved by her, he truly was worth something. The prince made a firm mental note of his face and all he had been able to gather of their encounters - intentional or not, fine enough a business card they were. Definitely not something to be called 'nothing'. Though the prince still had to wonder, just what he could have been the means of his actions.
But Euric would dig on him later. What was up there for him now, was the figure still sitting at his feet. No smile was left when he looked down at her, only very much neutral and civil expression on his face. "Miss Neuschwanstein, please do explain."
"I have no idea what he's talking about." Not a slightest change in the prince's expression. She didn't look at him, nothing was needed to tell it was the weakest lie she could offer to him. Which definitely didn't make her standing any better in his books now. The moment stood still for a moment, but then more guards rushed trough the crowd to surround the two. "Your Majesty!" Euric gave them a signal that everything was fine with him, directing them with few orders to help their unconscious colleagues as well the most of them to try and capture now the two Black Knights known to be on the run in the park area - though he highly doubted they'd be able to catch them anymore. With another signal, the rest of his guards following him he turned to leave, but not before stopping once more before taking any step away, but not giving her even a glance. "I'm certainly looking forward to your show tomorrow." No emotion in his voice. With it, he dropped the knife from his sleeve back to the ground, and walked away.
[Exit]
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Post by vierre on Feb 10, 2010 15:35:13 GMT -5
With his free hand, he flipped his sunglasses from his inner pocket out and slipped them on. Like Sakura, he too grinned at the Prince and the model. “Well, I tried to warn you!” Vierre called out as the commander of the Black Knights pulled him away.
Darting through the crowd he followed closely behind Sakura, the bystanders whipping by in a blur until he stopped abruptly and ducked. A baton, swung hard by a tall guard, sailed cleanly over his head while he observed another, shorter guard close in from the other direction. It was, thankfully at the moment, too crowded for the guards to use a sword or worse. Pivoting strong on his foot, he pushed off and drove an open palm up under the guards chin, then pulled down on his collar while bringing his knee up sharply into his stomach. With his first target doubled over, Vierre whipped the body of the guard around just in time to intercept the shorter guard’s attack with a thick, thudding block using the human shield. Vierre released the taller guard letting him crumple down unconscious. He side-stepped efficiently towards the next opponent, twisting his body to fuel the torque behind the right elbow he smashed into the guard’s temple, knocking him flat on the ground.
Vierre paused and rubbed his elbow. This was why he did not prefer close range combat. He looked inquisitively at Sakura. “What? It’s not fair if you have all the fun, you know.” Vierre shrugged and proceeded to slide his way through the crowd. “By the way… did I hear you apologize to those first two guards?”
[Ready to exit]
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