Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Aug 5, 2009 13:47:18 GMT -5
Ayame continued to smile pleasantly at the elder woman in front of her as she waited for a response to her question. Who the heck was this lady? Ayame was certain she was someone important…she gave off the ‘you should know me’ vibe. Problem was: she didn’t. ‘Watch. She turns out to be Alastair-niisama’s fiancé or something…’ Ayame thought to herself, chuckling at the thought. Funny idea. But that was impossible, right? Surely the future Empress would be more obvious to spot out, right? Yeah…there was no chance in hell…right?
“Lady Arella Destiny.” Ayame froze, face still in smiling position. ‘Eh?’ Ayame’s eyes glanced to the right to see Sylvana dipping into a curtsy. An eyebrow slowly arched slightly and Ayame felt her face pale slightly. ‘Holy…shit.’
You had to be shitting her. You simply had to. How was it possible, that this woman, out of all unrecognizable faces at this shebang, turned out to be the freaking future Empress!? ‘Bloody karma…’ Ayame thought as dread filled the pit of her stomach. Surely this woman would be offended by a member of the Imperial Family not knowing who she was! Surely she would go off and tell Alastair what an idiotic sibling he has! Surely Alastair would then go off and blab to sensei and tell the old bat that Ayame needed more lesson time!
Ayame shuddered slightly. Surely the woman would pounce at the suggestion.
“It's also a pleasure to meet you…princess..." Ayame stared blankly at Arella for a few seconds, her mouth dropping slightly as an eyebrow arched in a surprised manner. Oho? What was this? Was it possible that the future Empress…had no clue who Ayame was? Ayame felt the corners of her mouth relax into a more sincere smile. Well…that made her feel a lot better about herself, didn’t it? At least now the chances of Alastair finding out-
“Ayame such a lovely surprise that you would be in a dress. I really think you should consider it more often your quite the looker.”
“Eep!” Ayame squeaked out as she jumped at the suddenness of the voice. Spinning on her heel, Ayame craned her head up to see all decked out in royal garb, the Emperor himself: Alastair. Relaxing slightly, Ayame cracked a grin up to her brother before punching him lightly on the shoulder. “Mo…don’t scare me like that Nii-sama!” she stood up straight, hands on her hips. “Do you want me to screw up and have sensei kill me?” she said, putting on a fake glare before smiling widely, her head tilting southwards whilst her body dipped into a curtsy. “Good to see you here, Nii-sama.” she said before turning her attention back to Arella. “It was nice meeting you too, Arella-san.” and with that, Ayame turned on her heel and walked over back to where Euric and oo! Nia was here! Ayame fought the urge to fly tackle her elder sister. But no, she must maintain her proper princess mode if she wanted her days off. So far she had 3 days going for her…would suck major monkey ass if she screwed up now and lost it all. “Good evening, Nia-neesama! You look lovely, as expected.” Ayame greeted with a polite curtsy before giving her sister a warm hug.
Seeing a faint look of pain and a hearing a slight groan coming from his mouth, Ayame smiled apologetically at Euric, a hand going up to the back of his neck. “Finally gave out on you, did it?” she asked as she began to rub his neck, trying to relieve the pain. Poor guy. Heaven knew how many times this guy had to do the ‘smile and nod’ move in a day. “You wanna sneak out for a bit? I’ll tell ‘em that you’ve gone to the bathroom or some-
"Dance with me!" Ayame turned her head back to see in front of her and Euric a beautiful young woman dressed in red, her head cast down. An eyebrow slowly made its way upwards. Hai? She blinked once. Who the heck was this lady? Ayame bit her lip in thought. Crap. Another person she didn’t recognize. Well this was going swell, wasn’t it? Within the timeframe of 5 freaking minutes, Ayame failed to recognize two people, one of them turning out to be the bloody future Empress! Who was this one? Queen of Sheba? Ayame blinked dryly to herself. Yeah. That’s all what she needed right now.
However it seemed Ayame’s worry was short lived for the woman vanished as quickly as she had popped up. Ayame blinked twice at the spot where the lady once stood, her eyebrow still arched. “Well. That was random.” she said bluntly before tilting her head up to look at Euric.
“Sorry 'bout that, I didn't mean to—
“Hmm?” Ayame’s head rolled to the left where her eyes fell upon a strange sight. Apparently some dude had bumped into Sylvana. And…looked quite surprised by it. Or so it appeared.
Ayame blinked twice.
“Quack-san?” she mumbled, her head tilting sideways.
Nah~ That was stupid! There was no way this dude was that Quack of a doc, Anderson. What would he be doing here of all places, anyways? Ayame mentally laughed. Yea. Stupid thought. Shaking her head slightly Ayame grinned up at Euric. “Well that makes person numero 3 that I fail to recognize.” Her grin grew. “What about you?”
"Come on kuro, I would like to see the knightmares for a while. Ayame’s ears twitched and she turned her head to see Frilly-san drag her darling Kuro-niisama away, blabbing something about the air being stuffy or something. Ayame scoffed (politely, of course), a smirk gracing her face. “What’s this? A few taunts and she’s gives up? Tch. Not much of a rival is she?” she took a sip of her drink, eyes flashing in a competitive manner, a slight frown etching the corners of her mouth.
“How disappointing.”
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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 Aug 6, 2009 18:57:03 GMT -5
Trying to rearrange his face muscles anew to an expression much less a grim one and trying not to attract too much attention - now, the First Prince of the Imperial family twisting his face in the middle of a (at least somewhat) formal party wasn't exactly something preferable for someone of his status. Euric spent a good moment just listening the others - fortunately he wasn't even spoken to for a while - but even as he finally got his expression back closer to a more civil one, the sudden stiffness was something more difficult to hide.
As if he could've even been capable of doing so. If he tried to move his head, whatever the move was nonetheless a no-no. The pain was there too, sure, but now whether it hurt or not, his neck seemed to call quit for any kind of co-operation with him. Well, surely he had been more than happy - also with himself, quite obviously - to have dragged Sylvana away from her work even for a while, but once again some cold facts where showed also right against his face: while he usually was more concerned about others' well-being, in reality he should have taken better care of himself first. Or, the result was, for the least, this.
But while struggling with trying to normalize his appearance, slightly following the conversation of his siblings' and possible or soon-to-be relatives of his from the side made him but smile softly. Seeing them like this - relaxed, at least somewhat, and chatting with each other. It wasn't really something he had been able to witness, or take part in for a good while. “Work is going to be the death of you, Euric." Well, that probably being the reason he hadn't. Nothing for him to argue with her on that - had he not even used nearly the exact same words earlier when trying to get her to come? A small mental laughter coloring the thought of his. Are you sure you’re alright to stay?” A small smile, now a bit embarrassed one, now curved his lips. "I wish I am - not that we have some moments of free time and occasions like this too often nowadays..." He sighed, his following words coming out as a mere mumble, barely at the borderline of him just making the remark for himself only. "...Though seems that this particular 'day off' hasn't done me now any better than a usual day at work..."
“Good evening. Forgive me for not remembering, but you are….?” “Lady Arella Destiny.” He had not really paid attention to their surroundings for a while, and thus with his sisters' voices mentioning of the future Empress drew also his attention fully back to the people around him. Snapping his head up - a slight groan again - a one glance at the direction of where his older sister had turned confirmed that Her Highness Lady Destiny had indeed showed up at their vicinity. Euric would also be one of those to actually recognize her - after all, he also had his own fair share of the wedding arrangements, thus having bumped to her name and appearance at work. Euric waited for Sylvana to do her courtesy, but when she brought in the subject about the security of the wedding, the First Prince frowned under his mask. Well, seemed like none of them was ever fully able to escape work, after all... Too much talk of it, though, would make Euric to do something for Vana get out of it again - it wasn't like he'd have went through all that trouble just have her change to a dress and continue working at a buffet table instead of her own desk, or so to speak.
But before Euric had time to greet the future Empress after Sylvana, a new voice yet joined their presence in form of his oldest brother - the Emperor. Albeit what he had just told Sylvana about being formal, Euric couldn't help but still greet Alastair - he would have preferred just a nod, then, but as it was out of the question for some reason, the First Prince had to settle it with a slight bow when he came by. ."Euric, Kuro I never really see you since we use to play games in the Britannian garden when we were little, i miss those times." "Ah, I miss that too, brother... Nowadays, I can't even remember when I would have actually played something last." A tiny laugh, slightly nervous. "Well, that'll be settled soon, though - I trust you've heard of what Ayame has planned -", a slight smirk made it's way carefully back to his face, [color=A7B2D5"- to cure us from this thing called 'being an adult'."[/color] He smiled at his older brother. "If you just have the time, it would be nice to play with you also."[/color]
Hearing Arella and Sylvana having ended their short discussion, Arella also having greeted Ayame in the middle, had Euric finally a proper moment to give her his greeting also. He bowed to her like he had bowed to Alastair a moment earlier. "My pleasure, too, Lady Destiny. Euric Qi Britannia, First Prince of Britannia, at your service."
For now, he took a couple of steps back, leaving a polite distance between himself and the Imperial Couple - soon feeling a hand touching his neck just at the sore spot of it, soon beginning to rub it. “Finally gave out on you, did it?” Hearing her words, Euric turned a bit to give her quite faint, yet very thankful a smile. Her hand was quite cool, and it felt quite soothing against the aching muscles. Maybe he should ask for a bit of ice for it from some maid later... “You wanna sneak out for a bit? I’ll tell ‘em that you’ve gone to the bathroom or some- "Dance with me!" Euric blinked. Suddenly, again while he hadn't concentrated to his surroundings at all - further than Ayame, anyway - without him noticing a young woman had appeared right in front of him. Now that was unexpected - least to be said. Well, not that he would mind dancing - what just was left to wait and see was what his neck would like it, though... But wouldn't hurt him to try, at least? Euric thought about it a while. No, actually it could. Pretty much would. Still... But before he got to answer to the girl, she already mumbled something - face all red, the prince noticed - and ran away as quickly as she had appeared. "Ah, wait...!" Euric tried to call her back, but in vain. It was too late, she had already disappeared to the crowd. Well, maybe she would come back at some point... Thought Euric couldn't help it, but somehow she had seemed even familiar to him. But from what or where..? Not to be known for him, at least for the moment.
Sighing slightly he turned then back to the younger sister of his. "“Well. That was random.” Mentally, Euric shook his head. "That it was..."
Wasn't it then the moment for another random person to bump into their group right after the strangely familiar woman. If Sylvana was surprised, somewhat was also Euric. He frowned under his mask - he could have sworn that something about the man also looked quite familiar. But... He heard Ayame to mumble something, but didn't hear it clearly. "...what did you say..?" But she just gave him a wide grin. “Well that makes person numero 3 that I fail to recognize. What about you?” Euric would have shrugged, but didn't want to risk for such a move to hurt him either. So, he glanced again at the direction of the seemingly unfamiliar man, then shifting his gaze back to Ayame. "Numero 2, I guess. Lady Destiny is, after all, someone I'm quite aware of thanks to my work..." He smiled slightly.
Noticing some movement at the corner of his eye, Euric turned around just to see the host pair leaving - the sibling part of it seemingly very pissed, not that his avec looked too pleased either. Slightly lifting his eyebrow Euric watched them go. Had he missed something? ...Surely. He saw no reason for them to leave - though he hadn't heard, or rather just not listened that carefully what the others had said around him while he had fought with the certain body part of his. “What’s this? A few taunts and she’s gives up? Tch. Not much of a rival is she?” His eyes returned to Ayame. Ah. The competitive one on the move. He stood a moment quiet, then it dawned upon him. He knew this Miyuki had made many of the dishes served at the masquerade. Euric, too, had certainly noticed right away that the pastries, too, were not the usual Ayame quality common to any royal ball or such. Summing these two things wasn't too hard. He sighed slightly. Miyuki's cookies hadn't been bad either, but hey - it was about Ayame, the master baker of the Royal Kitchen. Cookies. He thought to himself. Figured. He had utterly missed all the ladies' comments about their dresses.
Well, for Euric, the host pair leaving was in a way a pity. Now that the First Prince would have had the chance, he could have as well fulfilled his younger brother's wish for playing chess with him. Not that Euric was any good at it, but as Kuro had asked for it and he had not had a better moment for it back then, the party could've served the purpose of a free moment for it too. Well, Euric could always try and search him anew a bit later and then ask for a game.
But for now, Ayame's suggestion about sneaking out for a while didn't sound half a s bad as in some other situation. For finally being able to see and talk with his siblings properly - in what? Weeks..? Days? Months?? - leaving their company even then was not something Euric would have done very willingly. But now... Maybe a small break wouldn't be that bad. And, he could as well ask for the ice, too, he remembered. "Thank you for the offer, Ayame. Maybe I could use a moment outside after all..."
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Aug 6, 2009 20:36:21 GMT -5
I smiled and inwardly cursed myself for being so stupid once my question was answered. A masquerade ball! How could I be so stupid?! Or course people wear masks at one of these things! It took a lot of my strength to not cry about my embarrassing moment. If I cried, even shed a single tear it would show weakness. Of course out of all the family members gathered, I was the most sensitive one.
I chose not to say anything as everyone else continued to talk for fear that I would cry at any moment. The moment my eldest brother Alastair approached, I knew things between us had still not healed. I could tell just by the way he seemed to ignore my mere existence, that he was still very upset with what I had done weeks prior. The glare I received confirmed that.
The glare and the short comment my way sent my emotions overboard. It took everything I had not to cry, but even then a single tear fell down my cheek as I politely excused myself from the party. I calmly walked over to an empty corridor and hid myself in the shadows. I let out all the frustration and sadness that had been building up over the past few weeks.
"If only I had controlled my jealousy! Elder brother wouldn't hate me so... I did it out of love for him... for us..." The dreadful memory had managed to resurface itself in my mind. I tried to block it out, but it was useless.
*Flashback* The deed had been done for some time now and Lady Arella had just discovered something that no woman would ever want to find in their true love's room. A unidentified pair of women panties. I had swiped it from Sylvie's room since I knew she would never find out. It was from her secret stash that she thought no one knew about, but of course I did. I had hidden myself carefully behind a pillar in the same hallway that Lady Arella and Elder Brother now stood in shamelessly arguing with each other.
Insults were thrown back and forth and it looked like they were about to permanently separate when one of the servants showed up and welcomed Elder Brother back from his trip. My plan, all the careful planning and execution was destroyed in mere seconds. It wasn't long before Elder Brother figured out it was me that had done it. I tried to explain to him, but he wouldn't listen.
"I did it for us! I love you Elder Brother and I won't let some whore come between us!"
I should have kept my mouth shut, I wish I would have kept my mouth shut, but I didn't. I said what my heart truly felt and it couldn't be undone. Right at that moment, my dearest Elder Brother walked out of my life... Forever...
"If Elder Brother no longer cares for me, I have nothing left to live for. Sylvie's too busy with the wedding planning, and Ayame is busy with schooling. Euric has work to do and Kuro is too busy with Miyuki." I sighed as I felt the floor rush up to reach me. I folded my arms over my knees and placed my head in the makeshift pillow. Rather than trying to hold in anymore tears, I simply let them fall at will. I did my best to not make a sound. The less attention on me the better.
"If I just disappeared, everyone would be so much happier." The tears stopped flowing as I thought of an idea. "That's it! Tonight is my last night here. Tomorrow night I leave the Britannian Palace forever."
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Sylvana Li Britannia
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First Princess of the Imperial Family[M:-2237]
A lonely fairytale princess longing for her prince.
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Post by Sylvana Li Britannia on Aug 24, 2009 18:20:16 GMT -5
"I wish I am - not that we have some moments of free time and occasions like this too often nowadays...Though seems that this particular 'day off' hasn't done me now any better than a usual day at work..." That was a very true statement, and Sylvana couldn’t blame Euric for wanting to stay despite the trouble his neck was giving him. Relaxing moments were few and far between, and Sylvana would admit to herself only that she had let several willingly pass her by simply because she couldn’t afford to get any further behind in her work. Now that they were both here, it would be a shame for either of them to have to leave.
"It's my pleasure to meet you Sylvana li Britannia, First Princess of Britannia." The first princess gave the future empress a respectful nod in response to the younger woman’s answering bow. Already she preferred Arella to Kuro’s consort. This woman at least had some idea of how to treat royalty regardless of whom in their family she was dating. "Ah, the security..." Sylvana watched the woman carefully, not sure what caused her hesitation. She had assumed that Arella knew enough about the family that she was marrying into to know that a high level of security was required for the wedding, so Sylvana doubted it was surprise that caused her to pause as she had. Catching herself attempting to analyze the woman, Sylvana stopped and just gave her a slight smile. Despite the fact that she was talking work, Sylvana didn’t want to get herself too far into her commander persona if she didn’t have to. "I wish you good luck on that." A fair answer. Simple. Apparently the woman didn’t wish to talk about it any more than Sylvana herself did, and that was fine. It meant that Sylvana could in fact put work aside for the time being.
"Sylvana you really don't have to do all that curtsy stuff. We’re all family here, and I really don't think it’s necessary among-st us to really do that." Sylvana turned to her older sibling and gave him a slight smile even as she dipped into a curtsy for him as well. Despite whatever he might say it was in Sylvana’s nature to show respect where respect was due. Sylvana was nothing if not proper, and propriety dictated that one honor the Emperor, even if one was the first princess.
“You may not find it necessary, Alastair,” Sylvana said as she rose from her cursy. “but I do. So I must ask that you humor me in this.” Sylvana had been a bit surprised to see the Emperor here. Last she’d heard, Alastair had been tied up in diplomatic affairs. He’d had several such trips recently, and the last thing she had expected was to see him at Kuro’s ball. She’d thought he would be too busy. Of course, the same could be said of her. Technically Sylvana herself didn’t have the time to be here, but here she was. (Although the credit for said feat was entirely due to Euric.)
"Ayame, such a lovely surprise that you would be in a dress. I really think you should consider it more often. You’re quite the looker. Sylvana, I hope your doing well."
“Eep! Mo…don’t scare me like that Nii-sama! Do you want me to screw up and have sensei kill me?” Aha. There is was. So Ayame did have some kind of deal with her teacher. Not that Sylvana didn’t like seeing her sister acting like the proper young lady she knew Ayame was capable of being, but she had no doubt that her rebellious sister would be doing so without getting something out of the arrangement. Sylvana turned her eyes back to her beloved sister with a knowing smile. Now, she was just curious as the the precise details of the arrangement.
The comment about Ayame was a bit… odd, but Sylvana let it go with a fond glance back at her sister. A moment later, she returned her attention to Alastair. “I’m doing well enough. As well as can be expected, I suppose.” A short, sweet answer. Sylvana had a feeling that if she started talking work with Alastair, that talk would continue, and she wasn’t exactly in the mood.
Alastair’s eyes narrowed on Nia, and Sylvana tilted her head confused. “I trust all your affairs are in order sister.” What had happened between her sister and her elder brother to warrant such a cold reaction? She would be the first to admit that she hadn’t been keeping as close of a watch on them as she would have liked to, and she certainly hadn’t been spending much time with them, but Vana had thought that they would come to her if something was troubling them.
Concerned, Sylvana turned to look back to Nia. Blue eyes softened with worry, seeing just how close to crying her sister was. The remark had stung. That much was clear, but Sylvana still had no idea where it was coming from. “Nia…” The first princess instantly sought to comfort her sister. She didn’t want to confront Alastair about his attitude without knowing the reason behind it, and that could wait until later. A tear slipped down Nia’s cheek and Sylvana reached a hand out to wipe it away, but her sister excused herself from the party and turned away, heading out of the ballroom. “Nia, w-”
"Dance with me!"
Sylvana whirled around to the blue haired woman demanding a dance of Euric. The first princess’ eyes narrowed a bit. How dare she demand anything of the royal family? Sylvana doubted that Euric knew the woman, but considering how the rest of the evening was going… maybe he did. The woman ran off as quickly as she had appeared, however, and Sylvana turned back to look the way her sister had gone, only to find her already gone. The first princess frowned. She hated that her sister was hurt; she hated more that she didn’t know why. Why hadn’t Nia said anything to her? Sylvana knew that she’d been busy, but she’d always put work, school, anything on hold for her sisters. They both knew that… didn’t they? Vana slowly turned to look at Ayame. She did. Didn’t she? Sylvana hoped so, but didn’t let herself dwell on the fact that they had grown apart recently. Instead, Vana trusted that her sister would be alright and hopefully come to her when she was ready to talk, and she turned her attention back to her family and their guests.
“Good evening emperor; I have been anxious to meet kuro's family, and I am happy to finally meet everyone- well, most."
Respect and insult in two sentences. Blue eyes narrowed a bit. No, Sylvana did not like this girl at all. True, she had greeted Alastair with a proper title and curtsy, and tactful or not, implying that she was not grateful to meet the royal family (whether she liked them or not) did not sit well with Sylvana after the girl’s earlier disrespect.
"Come on, Kuro. I would like to see the knightmares for a while. The air is starting to become stuffy."
The commander liked this even less. Although, Sylvana did get the impression that the girl was military (although she could just be fascinated with those who were…) and therefore might have some reason for wishing to see knightmares, Sylvana wasn’t very comfortable with Kuro showing her such weapons before it was her place to see them. A soldier followed orders and was shown things in due time. They did not get ‘sneak peeks’ and they certainly did not get to know the ins and outs of their superiors’ personal armaments. Not only that, but the girl was nothing short of dragging Kuro away from his family. She most certainly did not know her place. She was a guest, and considering the fact that Sylvana didn’t recognize her (although she had yet to be supplied with a family name to help her do so), she couldn’t be a very high ranking noble; that made her a trivial guest. Even considering that she was the guest of the host did not give her the right to be rude especially not to the royal family. She would do well to learn her place and learn manners, or Sylvana would see to it that she taught them to her personally.
Kuro, however, seemed to have no problem with his consort demanding that they leave, and Sylvana’s eyes narrowed as he dared to threaten Arella. "This isn’t over. Mark my words." The boy left quickly, which was in his best interest. At least Sylvana now knew where his concubine had gotten her manners from. True, Arella herself had been overly harsh and her remark had been rude, but the future empress was most definitely in a better place to be blunt than Kuro’s consort and even Kuro himself. Respect was required to those above you; it was optional to those below you. Even with family.
Sylvana shook her head as she watched the girl escort the host from his own party before looking to Ayame with a softer expression and the hit on a smirk on her lips. “You may very well end up with company for your etiquette lessons.” Vana gave her sister a warm smile before looking back to her elder brother, hoping to get some kind of clue as to what had caused the tension between him and Nia. “Alastair, did something ha—ah.” Sylvana took a sudden step forward.
"Sorry 'bout that, I didn't mean to--"
The first princess turned to the man who had bumped into her. Very few people chose to wear full face masks to the masquerade. They certainly helped to conceal one’s identity better, but most nobles did in fact prefer to be recognized. They couldn’t get the respect they deserved otherwise. This man… He was vaguely familiar to Sylvana, and she stared at his eyes for a moment.
“Quack-san?”
Vana blinked and glanced back to her sister before looking back to the gentleman. She saw Anderson in this man? Sylvana studied him for a moment. His eyes were very similar; she had to admit that. And his carriage was similar, Anderson had a much cockier, arrogant air of self-importance about him. Plus, why on earth would that traitorous doctor show his face at a masquerade where the royal family was likely to be in attendance. Mind, of course, that Alastair was here, and the two were closer than Sylvana was comfortable with. They shared plenty of secrets that no other was privy to. That alone would guarantee the man an ally at the masquerade, but Alastair was a busy man. It was quite a gamble for the doctor to take that he would be in attendance… unless the two had discussed it. It wasn’t a stretch, but what possible interest would Anderson have in attending a fête thrown by the youngest prince as a way of introducing the royal family to his current consort? What kind of twisted pleasure could Anderson possibly gain from getting himself into such an event? The first princess could think of nothing at all. She didn’t claim to know how the (to use Ayame’s description) quack of a doctor’s mind worked, but it was too much of a stretch. That, and she certainly didn’t want to think that Anderson was here. She was trying to get away from work, not think that her work was following her.
With a slight shake of her head, Sylvana offered the man a small smile. “No, it’s quite alright. No harm done,” she told him with a polite nod of her head in greeting. She had decided that he couldn’t be Anderson, but the mask still prevented her from determining who he was. Still, to be at the party at all implied that he was nobility or a guest of a noble. She eliminated the second simply because he seemed to be away from his date. In her experience, guests did not wander far from the one who had invited them. And while respect was optional to nobility below her, but Sylvana rarely denied to give it.
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Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Sept 5, 2009 21:32:33 GMT -5
Ayame continued to stare at the random man who had bumped into her Sylvie-neesama, her nose crinkled in thought. There was something about him…something that reeked of fish.
Ayame hated fish. A frown curved the mouth of the Third Princess. If she had Pon-Pon right now, and not at some shebang, odds were she’d fling it at the man just to see his reaction. But here she was: at some shebang, Pon-Pon less. Ayame felt her eyes water at the thought. While she was being pounced on by the army of killer maids armed with pins and corsets, Sensei had taken the liberty of swiping Ayame’s beloved panda plushie of doom. And kept it hostage. According to sensei, it was to make sure Ayame acted like a ‘true princess’ and not like some ‘tomboyish hooligan from the slums.’ Needless to say, the fact that her beloved companion was currently kept hostage was part of the reason for Ayame’s good behavior tonight.
‘Pon-Pon…’ Ayame thought to herself, biting her lip in worry. How long had it been since she had been separated? Ayame’s stomach suddenly knotted as an unpleasant thought filled her. What if sensei got rid of Pon-Pon? What if the woman saw this as the opportune moment to throw her beloved plushie away!? She always did complain about how dirty it was and how Ayame shouldn’t be seen carrying a stuffed toy like some four-year-old. Ayame’s mouth quivered. No…she wouldn’t…would she? Doing so would be lying. Lying went against the rules of proper etiquette, as decreed in chapter 143 paragraph 72 line 56 of A Guide to Royal Etiquette and Mannerism (Deluxe Edition). No…surely sensei would not go against her bible…
Right?
“Did you see that?” “Hm? You mean that? Oh yes…most disgraceful…” “Must be such an embarrassment to the royal family…” Ayame’s ear twitched and she slowly turned her head to see two older nobles in the corner gossiping behind their fans. “That it must…leaving so early…makes you wonder what they are up to, doesn’t it?” The two ladies chuckled, but there was no sense of good humor in the sound. Ayame frowned. ‘These two hags…they aren’t talking about…my Kuro-niisama, are they?’ “To think, they aren’t even married yet! And yet being involved in such activities…makes you wonder what’s become of the royal family, doesn’t it? I say-
“Excuse me, Oba-sama?” The two women nearly choked on their wine as Ayame’s voice suddenly popped up from behind them. They whirled around to see the Third Princess smiling all too pleasantly, her hands holding a wine glass firmly in her hands.
“H-Hime-sama! What are you-
“Ne, you weren’t talking about Kuro-niisama just now, were you?” The two women blanched as they stuttered, trying to find the right words.
“N-No Hime-sama, w-we were j-just
“I mean, there was no way you were implying that my Nii-sama and his consort are involved in something scandalous, right?” The two women looked nervously at one another. Finally the first woman gathered enough courage and took a step forward to Ayame, her fan poised above her mouth in a ‘tis a secret’ sort of fashion.
“Well Hime-sama, you saw them! Leaving so early like that! What kind of host leaves his own party without informing his guests? Surely it means that Prince Kuro and his woman are ahh!” The woman shrieked as she took a step back, suddenly finding her very expensive shoes very, very, very wet. The smile never left Ayame’s face as she stood there, arm outstretched, wine glass 180 degrees opposite of what it should be.
Placing her cup on a passing by waiter’s tray, Ayame put on a fake look of surprise. “Ara~ Look at you, Oba-sama! I suggest you get cleaned up quickly~ Don’t want your shoes ruined, now do we? Oh~ But I fear it might be too late… oh deary me. Aunty, do help her get cleaned, won’t you?” The kind look left her face and was soon replaced with one of stone. “I suggest you both leave before another accident happens.” The two women got the message and scrambled to leave with as much dignity they could.
Ayame glared at their retreating forms for a few minutes longer before scoffing to herself. Gossip queens. Made her sick. As if her brother would be involved in something as disgraceful as that! She wasn’t sure about that Miyuki character, Ayame was going to give the woman the benefit of the doubt and say that the woman was not some (insert some not so polite lingo here). Ayame mentally nodded to herself. Yeah. No way they would be involved….right?
“Bah, get a grip Ayame. What’s up with you, doubting your own brother? Baka…” Ayame muttered to herself as she walked back to Euric. Poor man still looked like he was in pain.
"Thank you for the offer, Ayame. Maybe I could use a moment outside after all...” Ayame smiled up at her older brother.
“Thought so. Yosh, leave it to me then.” she said simply before she suddenly went limp, collapsing against her brother in what was a very convincing moment of light-headedness. Almost immediately, people came over, asking if she was alright. Keeping a look of extreme fatigue on her, Ayame waved them off in the most gracious manner possible. “No, no, I’m alright…just a little dizzy, is all. I just need some air…no, it’s alright, Euric-niisama will accompany me, M’lord, no need to fret. Thank you, I’m quite alright…just need a moment outside please…”
And with that, Ayame successfully spared the First Prince of what would have been, a very, very painful evening.
EXIT
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Sylvana Li Britannia
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First Princess of the Imperial Family[M:-2237]
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Post by Sylvana Li Britannia on Sept 14, 2009 11:08:18 GMT -5
The First Princess had been dragged away from her work with the intention of relaxing. Euric had kidnapped her to save her from work, but it seemed that she wasn’t doing such a good job of escaping from it. While the conversation about the security plans for her elder brother’s wedding hadn’t exactly been long, it had put Sylvana’s mind back in her office with the plans, sketches, blueprints; back with the video footage of the hospital, the dead end searches, the false information; back with the worry and frustration. It was quickly taking away any enjoyment she was getting from being at the masquerade. The princess in her was being suppressed again by the commander.
The emotions attached to her search were creeping up and threatening to strip away the pleasant smile from her face. Not wanting to appear to be anything other than a perfect princess, Sylvana quickly excused herself from her elder brother and his fiancée. Putting some distance between the glaring reminder of work helped to get her mind off of Tristan as well. The guilt she had been trying to avoid, however, was doing an excellent job of sticking around. She hated that she was enjoying herself at a ball (or at least trying to) when she could be trying to track down Anderson.
"Cordial, m’lady?”
The masked princess turned to the server currently offering her a glass and accepted it gladly. Sylvana didn’t make a habit of using alcohol to calm her nerves or drown her sorrows, but this wouldn’t be the first time or the last that she had given in to the temptation. The flavor was sweet on her tongue, and the alcohol burned just enough in her throat to not be unpleasant. The first glass was quickly emptied, and she picked a second off the waiter’s tray before dismissing him. The liquid had settled her thoughts and brought the princess back. She was already here, so she might as well make the most of it. Work would be waiting for her when she returned to Area 11, and seeing that she was at a dead end for the moment, a day or so away from the headaches wasn’t going to hurt her much.
Trying to ward off any and all headaches, Sylvana chose to look the other way from Ayame’s stunt with a few of the nobles. While her method might have been wrong, Sylvana couldn’t blame Ayame for taking offence to the remarks, and her sister could most definitely have come up with worse ways to get her point across. Sylvana could only attribute the young princess’ restrained behavior to the deal she had struck with her teacher that hung over her head tonight. However, while the remarks had been rather tactless, they weren’t unfounded. Even Sylvana found it necessary to harbor some skepticism regarding her younger brother’s actions. The fact that she didn’t particularly like his current consort based on first impression aside, it was very impolite for the host to leave his own party. And when the host left with a woman… it wasn’t hard to figure out why. If the roles were reversed and it was a princess leaving a party she’d thrown with a male escort, if would be a scandal that would bring untold amounts of shame on the family. Kuro needed to be more aware of the image he was portraying of himself and by consequence the family as a whole.
A smile warmed the princess’ face as her sister put on her little fainting act. Vana could admit to using something similar before when she was younger. The damsel in distress act never failed to get attention or provide a perfect excuse for a quick, guilt free exit. As Euric escorted her sister from the ballroom, Sylvana noticed that Arella and Alastair had apparently decided to slip away for some private time of their own, hardly reproachable seeing as they were engaged. It did however have the unfortunate side effect of leaving Sylvana as the only remaining royal family member. Not that Sylvana minded mingling, but she had a nagging feeling that far too much of any conversation she engaged in would revolve around her marital status. Sylvana didn’t deny that she went out of her way to dismay potential suitors from pursuing her, and she had made it very clear that she had no interest in tying herself to someone or ‘settling down.’ As with most things, however, she could say it all she wanted to; it didn’t mean anyone was going to listen.
Picking her third glass of cordial off a table, Vana moved fluidly around the room, pausing to converse often with guests. Since she wanted to keep the conversation off of business, Sylvana reluctantly entertained conversation about finding a suitor. Opening the door to that line of questioning, however, resulted more in nobles trying to court her than simple conversation. And while the princess in her was flattered and responsible for the slight blush on her cheeks, the commander in her was not pleased. Content, however, to play her princess role tonight Sylvana allowed the hand kisses, the flattery, and the company. She didn’t often get (or rather rarely decided to take) the opportunity to be the princess she so wanted to. Therefore, tonight she took advantage of the opportunity, and before the evening was over, Vana would have shared at least one dance with every gentleman in the ballroom.
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Sylvana Li Britannia
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First Princess of the Imperial Family[M:-2237]
A lonely fairytale princess longing for her prince.
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Post by Sylvana Li Britannia on Sept 14, 2009 19:23:21 GMT -5
Topic Complete!
Kuro Vi Britannia: (1697 Words, Normal RP) 170 Exp, 170 Credits Miyuki Asani: (1880 Words, Normal RP) 188 Exp, 188 Credits Arella Destiny: (4266 Words, Normal RP) 427 Exp, 427 Credits Ayame Li Britannia: (6157 Words, Normal RP) 616 Exp, 616 Credits Euric Qi Britannia: (3377 Words, Normal RP) 338 Exp, 338 Credits Sylvana Li Britannia: (5410 Words, Normal RP) 541 Exp, 541 Credits Guardinia Li Britannia: (762 Words, Normal RP) 76 Exp, 76 Credits Alastair De Britannia: (878 Words, Normal RP) 88 Exp, 88 Credits Philip Augustus Anderson: (785 Words, Normal RP) 79 Exp, 79 Credits Eve Neusch von Stein: (680 Words, Normal RP) 68 Exp, 68 Credits
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