Pondering things

[Luella Vi Britannia]

“Do that again and I'll blow your head off you bastard!" “Sakura control your damn pet or I'll put him out his misery and don't think I'm bluffing and also if you think about attacking I'll have the guards over here in a moments.” Luella’s face furrowed as she frowned. Kuro nii-sama had definitely lost his sense of humor. She rethought his words. And it seems that old etiquette teacher hasn’t been working very well.

Luella studied Sakura’s reaction as she strode over. “Firstly: it’s ‘Shizuka’ to you.” Sakura Shizuka then. “Secondly…don’t order me around like I’m one of your slaves back at the Pendragon.” Luella watched as the knife placed itself on Kuro. “Thirdly: who are you calling whose pet?” a slight smirk joined Luella's face as well as Shizuka's. “You see, dear Prince, I (unlike you) do not see fellow humans as inferior to me. But I suppose that Oba-san didn’t teach you that back home, now did she?” Luella let a small smirk on her face as she replayed those words. That sounded about right.

“Excuse me, miss,” Luella’s attention turned as she looked up.“Are you alright? I could not help but notice you slip from the tree. I’d suggest that sitting in trees is a dangerous thing for a young lady to do, but how awfully hypocritical that would be of me. I wish I had thought of it first really… It’s a much more interesting seating arrangement than a mere bench.” Luella smiled back at the man. “That it is.” She said as she slowly made her way to a standing position.

“Darcy is more of a man than you could ever be.”

Luella chuckled lightly at that. At this very moment Luella could actually think that possible.

“But I must sincerely apologize for interrupting,” the man continued to talk to her.“Are you with them?” She opened her mouth to reply.

"No, mister, she is not."

Luella turned her head to look at the girl who had answered for her.

“Don’t worry, pup. I would never judge you.” The man who had kissed her nii-san spoke. “Just give me a call if you ever want to play. I’ll train you to be a good bottom since I’m too feisty for you to top. Like Sakura said, you’re not man enough to handle me… even with your little entourage. But feel free to bring them. It’s always more fun with an audience… especially with audience participation.”

Luella smiled as a small chuckle escaped. These sure were some interesting people.

[kuro]

Kuro didnt flinch when he saw the knife go near his head and he sighed a bit as he put his pistol away and he suddnely smirked a bit at hearing her talking about treating others inferior"Sorry "Shizuka" but I don't treat eveyrone like an inferior except those who deserve it" he said simply putting emphisis on Shizuka but his tone wasent mean then he muttered under his breath"Like the first princess and Anderson" he strightened up and caught Sakuras next comment and Darcys behind it and he started to chuckled a bit"I'm am more then man enough, not that I'm trying to put you down at all no offense" he said before looking at luella and he looked at her for a moment he felt like he knew this person"Um miss can I ask where you were born at I'm just curious" he asked her hoping to get an answer that would help him figure out why he had this feeling on knowing her

[Sakura Shizuka]

“Sorry "Shizuka" but I don't treat everyone like an inferior except those who deserve it" Sakura’s eye twitched. Ugh. Typical royal. Always justifying their actions with the classic ‘he asked for it.’ Was enough to make her gag. Little Royal muttered something under his breath, and Sakura was unable to hear most of it, but one word rang as clear as day: “…Anderson.” Sakura’s eyes widened slightly. Anderson? What about him? Princy-boy over here knew him? He knew where Anderson was? He knew something that she hadn’t been able to find after months and months of paperwork and searching?! Sakura opened her mouth to make her questions publicly known, but the presence of another individual caused her to turn her head to the left.

“Are you with them?” Vierre. Sakura looked at him, her face neutral. How long had he been here anyways? And what was with all the BKs suddenly coming to the Lake? Since when had this place become a hot spot for them? She mentally shrugged. Well, it didn’t matter. Vierre had played his cards correctly by feigning unfamiliarity with them. Also, should Princy-boy over here pull a wuss and call for his little bodyguards, then it never hurt to have more members for backup. Though, judging from brief observation, Sakura could safely deduce that this Prince wasn’t exactly a smart cookie.

"No, mister, she is not." Sakura shrugged lightly, giving Vierre an ‘I-don’t-know’-who-the-hell-you-are-so-why-are-you-asking-me-questions?’ look before turning her gaze back up to the Female Blonde.
“Never met her before.” She eyed the girl for a few more seconds, her eyes flashing back down to the Secretary General. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought. She did not look too pleased…as if something was plaguing her mind. Sakura mentally shrugged. Well, there was something odd about this Blonde…something about her reeked…almost like a royal. Almost, but not quite. Perhaps she was some high ranking noble? Sakura clicked her tongue in annoyance. Royal or noble, either way it meant the same thing-Britannian scum.

It wasn’t the average citizen that she despised; after all, Sakura herself was half Britannian. How could she hate her father’s people? It was the royals. The royals and all other nobles that composed the bulk of the Britannian government; those were the ones she wanted to see crumble. The commoner was as innocent as a newborn babe as far as she was concerned; it was the others that weren’t. They were the ones who used innocents, abusing their statuses to satisfy their own greed. They were the ones who did not understand the meaning of hard work. They were the ones who deserved the guillotine.

“Don’t worry, pup. I would never judge you.” Lucien’s voice snapped Sakura out of her thoughts. Turning her eyes over to the fellow redhead, Sakura couldn’t help a small grin that had made its way across her face. Typical Darcy. Bounces right back. “Just give me a call if you ever want to play. I’ll train you to be a good bottom since I’m too feisty for you to top. Like Sakura said, you’re not man enough to handle me… even with your little entourage. But feel free to bring them. It’s always more fun with an audience… especially with audience participation.” This time the chuckle escaped her throat. Atta Darcy. Not letting some Royal dampen his spirits. Shaking her head at Lucien, but unable to keep the amused grin off of her face, nor able to suppress the vague feeling of pride bubbling up inside her, Sakura stood up from her kneeling position, brushing herself off along the way.
“Don’t you think it’s a little early to be inviting people, Darcy? Usually you-
“I'm more then man enough, not that I'm trying to put you down at all no offense" Emerald eyes rolled down to Kuro, followed promptly by a snort. Princy-boy? Manly? Ha. Cute one, wasn’t he?
“Right. Because punching the man in the face really proves that you’ve got the balls to handle him.” Sakura said, blinking dryly at Kuro. Walking over to Lucien, Sakura patted him twice on the cheek, cracking him a crooked grin. “That’s my Darcy. Never letting a pup get in the way of your fun, huh?” She allowed a bit of the pride inside her make face.

“Well done.”

[vierre]

((>< Sorry I totally have no excuse for the delay on this one. I didn’t even realize it was my turn. Even worse, I guess I don’t really have much to add either.))

Vierre half-smirked at the platinum-haired girl, one corner of his lips peaked slightly. She was not with the Britannian prince. Or rather, she was not with him according to the Secretary General. However, behind Vierre’s casual smile, he could not dismiss the notion that she was not a mere random bystander. It was particularly bold to perch herself in a tree and listen in on the conversation. Perhaps though she simply recognized the Prince, and could not resist herself in some odd twist of celebrity curiosity.

“That was, by the way, very impressive,” remarked Vierre to the girl, referring to her graceful, though somewhat accidental, fall from the tree branch. He bowed part way to her, with a distinct, if not a little odd, mix of regal military formality and a half-hearted casualness. Still, he carefully made sure that with his movements, the firearm concealed within his coat remained unseen. “Ah sometimes I do remember my manners for a proper introduction. My name is Victor Sinclair.” Yet another one of his false names tossed out haphazardly, courtesy of his lengthy list. “And yours, if I may be so daring to ask?”

He turned to the others, but gave the girl one final glance from the side. ‘The question remains… who are you?’

Apparently the girl truly was a mystery though, as the Prince also looked at her with a look of unfamiliarity. Or at least, one of mostly unfamiliarity. There was something else about the girl, whatever it might be, that seemed to pique the Prince’s attention. Enough so that he would notice it despite being accosted by Darcy, quite aggressively in his own way.

"Um miss can I ask where you were born at I'm just curious."

Vierre’s eyes slid back over to the side, eagerly awaiting the girl’s response as well, though his face remained otherwise apathetic. She was clearly not Japanese, but then again, that wasn’t so unusual given the people present. With the exception of Sakura, everyone else seemed to be of full Britannian or European descent. Nonetheless, the reactions from the others the unknown girl garnered spoke volumes, even though the actual reason was obscured and incomplete.

[Aloysius Drebbel]

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Sakura Shizuka: (7481 Words, Normal RP) 758 Exp, 758 Credits [+10]
Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy: (3119 Words, Normal RP) 322 Exp, 322 Credits [+10]
Yekaterina Tsurugi: (2032 Words, Normal RP) 213 Exp, 213 Credits [+10]
Luella Vi Britannia: (1772 Words, Normal RP) 187 Exp, 187 Credits [+10]
Vierre DeMara: (862 Words, Normal RP) 96 Exp, 96 Credits [+10]

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