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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Dec 24, 2009 0:24:31 GMT -5
[This is what she's wearing for those curious.] This is ridiculous. Eve thought to herself as she leaned over a rail near the edge of the park. Why in the world are we doing a show here?!Of all the places Eve had modeled in fashion shows, this was by far the worst location. In her own opinion of course. There were tons of kids running around screaming like little banshees. Although the company did manage to section off the area where the models were rehearsing for the planned show the following day, it was hard to focus as the stage was outside with all of the screaming kids instead of inside away from them. Eve felt a migraine starting to form. This day just kept getting better and better. Not only was she literally forced to do this show last minute by her agent, she was also crammed into the longest dress the designer had created. To make things worse, it was a wedding collection. So here she leaned against a rail, in a floor length wedding dress, complete with train on a rather hot day. "How many times do I have to tell that idiot?" She growled aloud more to herself than to the people passing by. "No wedding shows. White completely washes out my complexion!"The blue haired model kicked an empty cup on the ground in frustration. At least, she thought it was empty. Much to her surprise and misfortune it still had enough contents left to leave a decent sized stain on the bottom of the dress. All her anger now became focused on herself and her own carelessness. She bent down and attempted to "beat" the liquid off the dress, hoping that it would prevent it from staining. "You idiot!" She cursed at herself. "Now you'll be lucky to be doing high school shows!"
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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 Jan 4, 2010 20:08:25 GMT -5
Euric wasn't someone too eager to spend his time in an amusement park. Yet, he was someone very eager to attend anything when it was about art - invited or not. Mostly invited though. As a well known lover and supporter of arts and as well a patron of many artists, it was only natural for him to have received an invitation to an occasion like this one. Along with painting, writing or dancing, could skillful dressmaking also be called 'art' as well. It did not matter that Euric would never have actually worn many of those 'fashionable' pieces of clothing himself. His own clothing for the day was something clearly out of a royal wardrobe, though as simple as he still preferred to keep it. The general attire of his, though without the cloak (which he wore quite rarely, anyway) and for such an occasion, sans the sword.
Though the show set only but the next day, the First Prince had already took the opportunity to come by, curious as he was, and could now be seen wandering around the restricted area. Of course his oh-so-undeposable unit of guards were never too far away, but being scolded, ordered and whatnot number of times enough, they had finally began to learn to keep themselves at a suitable distance. Though in his mind, Euric could but sigh. Won't be long enough until they'll replace the men again, and I'll have to train them all over again to standoff... But for the time being, there was some actual space and freedom for him to breath and live in. He kept wandering around, of course answering to salutes as well as waving in response for anyone to not care about his presence but to go on with whatever they were at. So, it was a wedding collection, and not a bad-looking one at that.
The First Prince laughed a little - it indeed wasn't rare for him to receive invitations even to fashion shows, but this one was the first one of its kind. Now with his half-brother, the 4th Prince, having found himself a date, some whispers had began to go around the palace - whispers due the fourth prince having found a consort before the first one. Sure Euric had been mentioned to about the matter already before, and definitely not to any kind of waning extent after he had passed his 20th birthday, but now looking at all those dresses and suits, he could hear a certain Sensei chuckling somewhere. Sure he could take all of it as a hint, once more. Well, great job there, here's the clothing - all I am missing now is a bride to wrap into such garments. (Oh, if they only knew, including Euric himself...)
Continuing to walk around and observing dresses and people around him, it didn't take too long for Euric to notice one of the models bent down next to a rail. He didn't see exactly what she was doing, and such a position could mean a lot of things happening. Was she alright? Without further thoughts he walked over and gently laid his hand on her shoulder. "Excuse me, miss - I couldn't help but notice and wonder - is everything alright?"
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Jan 4, 2010 22:26:37 GMT -5
Eve continued her futile effort at "beating" the stain off the dress. Her slapping became more frantic as tears began to prick at the corner of her eyes. She fought them back, not noticing the footfalls behind her. The model was snapped out of her frenzied panic as a hand gently reached out and touched her shoulder. Her breathing stilled for a moment as she heard the person behind her speak.
"Excuse me, miss - I couldn't help but notice and wonder - is everything alright?"
Eve slowly turned her head to look at the man. Her eyes were still filled with sadness and tears were still forming at the corner of her eyes. She barely recognized her target standing before her in his ordinary looking clothing. His eyes were what gave it away to her.
The model usually forgot appearances, and hair color was impossible to go on in this day and age since changing hair color was rather simple and cheap. The eyes of a person could tell you all about their soul just by looking into them. However, with Euric's eyes, Eve couldn't decode him at all. She only saw what he wanted her to see. Perhaps this is what attracted her to him the most.
Rather than speak, and quite possibly embarrass herself further, she moved her body so that the stain on the bottom of her dress could be seen by the first prince. Her gaze never left his face as she moved. A sudden wave of embarrassment consumed her emotions and a tear slipped down her left cheek making her feel even more pathetic.
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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 Jan 6, 2010 21:38:32 GMT -5
Euric saw the stain, but seeing her expression and those teary eyes made him halt for a moment. To tell the truth, such a response to his question was most likely to be expected, but it just made him realize he had no idea how he would go on. He could think of nothing - how could he help her? Should he try to search for someone if the stain could be cleaned? Or just give her a pat on the shoulder? And very much of help would that be... The prince made no move at first, but clearly he was now a bit embarrassed - for his lack to be able to help her, that is. He had asked if she was alright, and now there was virtually nothing he could do. Of course he could just take his leave like a good noble not too much bothered by commoners' needs - there were always those who showed some interest to others' problems like this just for some appearances - but Euric wasn't someone to do so, definitely not. Nor would he become one, up to him or not.
So, now, he kneeled down next to her and gently rubbed her shoulder. If for at least something he could do, he would try to erase that distressed face off her. "Now, now, don't worry - sure there must be something which with we can save that dress of yours. Is there anything I could do?" Well, close to the 'pat pat' option, basically the same. Though calming people down and comforting them was something he could do. At least he always tried.
Not too long after he had kneeled down he did notice some movement at the corner of his eye - some movement he did know oh so very well. But to them he gave a slight gesture with his other hand to not come and bother him, everything was alright for him. Maybe he should have himself a knight? At least it wouldn't be attracting as much attention nor distracting in the matter of everything in general, as the group of those men in black tuxedos now playing the roles of the average of four extra shadows for him. Sheesh.
But without concerning himself with his guards no longer he turned his attention back to the model and offered her a gentle smile. "Your tears aren't probably going to do that, are they? Now, brighten up, don't be afraid. I'm sure we can find some way to clean that..." He glanced towards the stain. "...or get rid of it otherwise." He smiled anew.
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Jan 7, 2010 2:29:20 GMT -5
Eve wasn't prepared for the prince to be so kind and gentle. Most Britannian's seemed to almost treat her like she was invisible. And most guys only wanted one thing from her. But this prince, he had actually truly and honestly wanted to help her. Here is where her second problem arose. She had no idea whatsoever on how to get rid of the stain without someone else finding out. The model wanted to keep everything hush hush so that she was unlikely to be fired or worse, demoted.
Her brain froze as Euric knelt down beside her. She felt the heat increasing in her cheeks, but she tried he hardest to fight it back. No way was she going to blush. If he says anything, blame it on the heat.
After a few moments of just staring, she sniffled a bit as she remembered the designer talking about the collection.
"What makes this wedding collection stand out from all the others is the uniqueness of the fabric. All materials used are stain resistant. It's only common for a bride to be nervous and spill her drink during the reception. Once the drink is spilled on the gown, all she needs to do is wipe the stain away with water. However, there is a time limit. The material will stain after it's left to sit for about ten minutes or so...
"Water!" she called out as a large smile crossed her face. "It's all stain resistant material! All I need is some water to wipe it off with! I have maybe a few more minutes before the material starts to stain." She jumped to her feet and started looking around, trying to keep her panic and fear from showing. Out of the whole park, she could not see one restroom with which to get water from.
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Euric Qi Britannia
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Post by Euric Qi Britannia on Jan 8, 2010 13:24:05 GMT -5
Eve worried for nothing - Euric had no time to notice her blush before the change in the winds. Apparently she did remember something, but still her yell and springing from the ground did give quite a startle to the prince. "Water"! A-ha, so simple was the answer. Which was good since water was something they could find anywhere - well, almost anywhere, though Euric also noticed no restrooms or such were anywhere in sight. The prince had risen shortly after her, now glancing around as well. Though he couldn't help noticing the slight nervousness, if even anxiety in her moves. Well, he could understand it - ruining a dress was one of the worst things for a model to happen, accidentally or not. But now, they could save it, with just some water...
Some show workers passed by - Euric moved just slightly that they wouldn't notice the stain in Eve's dress even by accident. It took just a moment of realization, when the prince saw one of them carrying a bottle - a bottle filled with water. Not bothering to think what the public eye would think - as he often had done before, though more seldom nowadays - he hurried to catch them. The guards made a move again - but a firm glance from the prince kept them at distance. He was alright, so no reason for them to move. "Ah, wait! Please excuse me- That's quite unnecessary, please." He began, having quite effectively caught their attention - with now a group of people slightly bowing before him. Some of them still kept their stance albeit his words, the other straightened more or less hesitantly. Euric continued. "You, miss. Yes, you there in the back. Could I kindly ask for some of your water?" The woman he referred to blushed deep - something many did but the prince just didn't understand. He was glad she had not (he thought as he had just not noticed it.) "Y-your Highness... I-I possibly can't-" Euric smiled a bit uncomfortably. "Please. It's fine. It's urgent -" He made up something, though not totally untrue. "I need it to take some medicine which is to be taken regularly - it's about time but I forgot to take water with me and couldn't find a restroom or anything. Please, if it's not too much trouble for you, miss." The woman blushed even deeper and almost rushed to give him the bottle. "I'm terribly sorry, Your Highness, I-I didn't know-! Please, here!" Euric accepted the bottle and gave her thanks with a truly grateful smile. "Really, it's fine. No need to apologize - I'm truly thankful. My apologizes for bothering you with such a matter, miss." "Oh, no, really, Sir, I mean- Your Highness-" "Thank you." Euric said with a tone he somewhat disliked - at least in situations like this, but it made clear to the young lady that she really needed not to say more. And lady deep blush understood the hint, which made her blush even more furiously, bow very deeply and run back to the crowd, which soon left with proper salutations, yet Euric could hear them mumble under their breaths as they went. He sighed. So much trouble for one bottle of water... Which reminded him of what he originally needed the water for. Hopefully it wouldn't be too late, though he had tried to be as fast as it was possibly polite. He turned around and returned to Eve, on his way gathering some condemning looks from his guards who definitely didn't like their prince keeping them at distance when he was once more reckless as ever - at least from their point of view. For Euric, it didn't matter. Though he did guess that a knight might have been even worse in such a situation. Or not.
But away with knights, he offered the bottle to the young model. "Miss, here. I hope it'll do."
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Post by vierre on Jan 8, 2010 21:07:37 GMT -5
“Surely, you can’t be serious? Right?” Vierre had asked the young Black Knight that stood nervously at the edge of his quarter’s door. He looked directly into the boy’s eyes, entirely unimpressed, and handed him back the electronic data pad. “Seems like a bit of a waste of time, doesn’t it? Certainly a waste of my time. Don’t you think?”
The boy, clearly junior in his time with the Black Knights, shifted on his feet and stammered. “Oh umm well I… I don’t know.” Feebly, he tried to hand the data pad back to the First Division Captain.
“Come on now! Speak up! You can’t force fate if you have a voice a mouse could ignore!” exclaimed Vierre with a grin, slapping the boy’s shoulder hard and completely ignoring the fact that he was trying to hand the orders on the pad back to him. “Now, you have to have some kind of opinion, no? Do you believe these orders are an effective use of Black Knight personnel?”
“Sir, I, umm… I mean, with Clovisland and uh… you know, the bombing and… and like you heard what they said on the uh… uh news right? I guess, I think…”
“Oh? You guess that you think? Ah such conviction! With this boldness how could I refuse?” Vierre took the pad from the young man’s hand and tapped him on the forehead with it.
“I-I’m sorry, sir. I was just supposed to deliver the uh… your orders.”
Vierre laughed, boisterously, now obviously enjoying himself. “That you were. I suppose you did an adequate job. Perhaps a bit more confidence next time. And relax a little too, eh? You’ll make me nervous. Well no, not me, but you might make someone nervous.” Vierre shrugged. “Thank you for delivering this. Adieu!” He grinned and shut the door, leaving the junior Black Knight to contemplate what had just happened.
And so here Vierre was, in the middle of Clovisland as per his orders. Doing what exactly? He wasn’t too certain. The orders referred to it as reconnaissance, but he was fairly sure there would be nothing worth noting. He imagined that whoever had set off the explosion in Clovisland several weeks ago, attempting to pin it on the Black Knights, had long since moved on and he didn’t see them repeating their targets. Nonetheless, some kind of fashion event was being held that day that was drawing the public to the amusement park.
Deftly, Vierre sidestepped and pivoted around a pair of children that barreled past him with sticky candy apples in hand. The one child being chased, hurtling down the path while his head craned backwards to watch the chaser, oblivious to what was in front of him. He sighed. It was a close call. The last thing he needed was a candy apple mashed onto his clothes. He was casually dressed, in a pair of dark pants and an untucked button up shirt, underneath a light beige blazer. A pair of sunglasses shielded him from the bright sun on a warm day.
While he was supposed to blend in and not draw attention to himself, there was only so much that could be expected of a person like Vierre, especially when there was another person present that did not blend in at all. Princes in royal attire tended to stand out in a crowd. Princes in royal attire, trying to politely rush through a crowd with a bottle of water, doubly so. And of course, this was a tale Vierre could not resist, despite what he assumed to be a number of guards watching the First Prince’s actions from a distance — though from what he knew, probably more of a distance than they cared to be at.
Further more, it appeared that the Prince’s rush was for the benefit of a young blue-haired model. Vierre grinned to himself and decided a stroll in that general direction was in order. As he passed the pair, his eyes flitted back towards the numerous guards before he came to a stop and quickly scanned the two, now noticing the stain on the model’s dress and the Prince’s purpose.
He looked to the woman. “Ah how fortunate you are miss, to have a gallant prince at your side to serve you.” Drawing the Britannian prince’s attention, Vierre offered a haphazard bow. “Forgive my intrusion, your majesty. I am a writer with a small Britannian local newspaper, and I believe it would be a warming tale for our readers to see that their noble prince remains in touch with his people. And that he has time to even help a young woman with a stain on her dress. A modern day damsel in distress, hmm? Of course they say chivalry is dead, but you good Prince are a testament that says otherwise.”
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Jan 9, 2010 1:01:55 GMT -5
Eve was taken by complete surprise as she watched the prince run after a woman with a bottle of water. She smirked as she watched the woman get all flustered as he talked to her. It was quite amusing. Judging by his reaction though, he got blushing flustered women quite a lot. Pushing the thought aside she couldn't help, but smile as he returned to her and offered her the water. It was a genuine smile. Normally the model faked most of her smiles because of her training with her father, but this man actually made her honestly smile. The only other person who had managed to do that was her father. She graciously took the water.
Eve unscrewed the lid and just as she was about to pour the water on the stain a man wearing sunglasses approached them and began speaking. It took every ounce of strength she possessed not to walk over and punch the man interrupting her objective. She ground her teeth together as he continued speaking about an interview. When he finished speaking, she turned to look at the man, glaring viciously, but made sure the prince could not see the death threat in her eyes.
"As enticing as that sounds, I don't want to be part of some silly news piece. Thank you, but please find someone else to write your fluff piece on."
Her gaze returned to the stain on the dress and she poured the water onto the stain. Relief washed over her as the liquid came off with the water leaving a damp spot in it's wake. She sighed before turning back to the prince.
"Phew, real heart pounder that one was." Eve couldn't help but smile at the prince again. "Thank you for your help. It's been a while since someone has been kind to me." She paused for a moment so that she could organize her thoughts. "Eve Neuschwanstein," she said as she bowed slightly. "You can call me Eve though. I'm the number one model here in Area 11. I hope to some day be the number one model in the world."
Eve instantly realized how childish she sounded and looked away to hide her embarrassed face that had turned slightly pink. That sounded so stupid!
Okay, so introductions weren't exactly her forte. Hopefully the prince wouldn't think she was weird or anything. After all, it was her mission to "seduce" him (in the crazy woman's words) and gather as much information for the directorate as possible. She couldn't afford to screw up now. This meeting was going to determine how difficult her mission would be. The model had to make sure it went according to plan.
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Euric Qi Britannia
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Post by Euric Qi Britannia on Jan 11, 2010 22:06:02 GMT -5
The sudden appearance of a third person definitely did not please the prince's guards. Euric did notice them moving slowly closer. Euric also knew better than not be of suspicious of such a random person, but nonetheless he answered the man's bow with a benign smile and a polite nod. As such was interesting enough, when he noticed that Eve definitely didn't seem too pleased with the intruder - even less than he was. Though he, too, listened the man speak - now, a writer? Well, it was easy enough to believe for the man to have succeeded to access the restricted area - though also a profession easy enough to be faked quite easily. It was true that press nowadays was quite everywhere and probably such a fashion show would attract them, but though with the prince himself disliking himself for it, it was only more than right of him to be doubtful. With nothing to distinguish the 'writer' from a commoner, he could be just about anyone just claiming to be press. This time, the prince did let his guards be as they were. Without his sword, he himself had quite little means to protect himself if this writer were to be something else what he claimed to be. And with him having not even introduced himself nor the paper he was from, Euric did highly doubt it was just so. Anyway, a writer or not, if with something, even Euric was careful with any kind of press. He had learnt his lessons of royals and press along with 'press' put together.
But before the prince had time to answer, the model had already made her opinion of it very clear. Well, in a way a pity - if he had agreed to it, he could have at least made sure if the man was telling the truth or not. And of course, he wouldn't have wasted an opportunity to express that not all nobility and especially royalty was that bad they were so often portrayed to be. But with Eve's answer, Euric could but agree her words, with bit of an apologetic tone. "It's okay, mister. But I'm afraid that if she declines, I cannot take up your offer alone either. Please accept my apologizes to not be able to please your readers this time."
"Phew, real heart pounder that one was." The model's words drew the prince's attention back to their original problem. Or more likely to a problem gone, or so it seemed. "Thank you for your help. It's been a while since someone has been kind to me." The stain gone from the bottom of her dress, he sighed, a light smile beginning to curve his lips, him sharing her relief clearly showing off his face. "I'm happy to hear that, truly. Glad to have been of assistance - no trouble at all."
Her making her introduction, Euric couldn't help but keep smiling. Somehow, he found her cute - though a bit childish, but just the kind of cute the prince just couldn't help but grow fond of when it came to people. Maybe it was the bit of naivety and how she seemed to show off her emotions so clearly and freely what he attracted him or, yet at the same time, she seemed to show dignity and traces of diligence far superior to many of her age and even older. And. No 'Your majesties' or 'Highnesses' and that ramble, nor even a bow, nothing. Which was good - very good. Well, the prince wasn't exactly sure what it was in the end, but to him, it didn't matter that much either. She attracted him, that's it.
Now, she had bowed to him only now, and he responded to her with courtesy. "I'm pleased to have made acquaintaince, miss Neuschwanstein. ...How rude I have been to not properly introduce myself." He made a deep bow - "Euric Qi Britannia, at your service." - giving her a warm smile. "I'm looking forward to your show tomorrow."
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Post by vierre on Jan 11, 2010 23:54:42 GMT -5
((The colour codes for Euric and Vierre are really similar visually ><))
The Prince was, of course, right to be suspicious. Though he was not just correct, but correct for the right reasons. He was observant to pick up on the fact, or more accurately lack of facts, in Vierre’s introduction. The Black Knight captain would have likely slipped a grin had he known the caution signs that ran through the Prince’s mind, personally pleased that his believability teetered precariously. His delivery had been a risk, and that suited him just fine.
“As enticing as that sounds, I don't want to be part of some silly news piece. Thank you, but please find someone else to write your fluff piece on.”
The woman, however, was disappointing. Anyone so quick to shut down a civil dialogue fell into that category for Vierre. A shame too. His initial impression from a distance suggested that she might have been better sport. But instincts were not always accurate, he resigned in his thoughts. Still, it couldn’t hurt to prod a little. At least short of actually being punched in the face, which wouldn’t be the first time.
“ It's okay, mister. But I'm afraid that if she declines, I cannot take up your offer alone either. Please accept my apologies to not be able to please your readers this time."
At least the Prince was more diplomatic about it. Vierre frowned, feigning an unhappy regret. “Mr. Lavier,” Vierre informed the Prince. “Vincent Lavier. Well, that is unfortunate. I did not particularly need anything specific from her, but I understand if you do not wish to be separated from your… lady friend.” Vierre was by no means a well-versed expert on royal gossip, but he was fairly certain that the First Prince was unattached, at least according to the media reports.
“And Miss, I assure you it would not be a ‘silly’ piece. On the contrary actually, the work my organization does is really quite serious,” he let his choice of words hang for a moment, no longer even suggesting some nameless newspaper. “There is a purity to the Black and white print that can bare open a simple truth to all, undeniable like the progression of Night and day.” Vierre offered a gracious smile, his last statement meaning nothing at all but veiled word play.
“Euric Qi Britannia,” Vierre addressed the Prince one final time, purposely using his full name. “Should you change your mind, please feel free to contact me. Here, allow me to give you my…” He reached into the inside pocket of his blazer, stopped, and then searchingly patted down his other pockets. “Oh, it seems I’m out of business cards. What inconvenient timing! Well, I suppose you could always have one of your guards hunt me down. I will be in and about the park grounds.” Vierre waved nonchalantly at a number of watchful eyes and ready arms hovering in the nearby crowds.
Vierre performed a final casual half bow to the Prince and the woman. “I’d watch out for this one,” he commented with a light-hearted tone, still speaking to Euric. “She’s rather good at hiding cold, threatening glares from otherwise observant princes. Au revoir!”
Vierre turned to leave, though it was his intention to find a suitable vantage point and observe the Prince from a distance. Not that that wasn’t easier said than done now, especially with the royal guards on heightened alert. ‘Oh well’. He sighed mentally. It had been worth the gamble to come face to face with the First Prince.
[Exit – unless anyone would like to stop him]
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Jan 12, 2010 0:20:34 GMT -5
Eve couldn't help, but smile as the prince introduced himself to her formally. He was sweet and kind and she suddenly felt her stomach twist as she realized that in the end he would most likely have to be disposed of. That is, once his usefulness had reached it max. Eve prayed that her father wouldn't force her to do such a thing. Perhaps he would allow him to live. She pushed those horrible thoughts aside for the time being.
"Thanks," she said to the prince as he wished her luck. Not that she needed it of course.
The model suddenly felt her left eye twitching again. The news reporter had started talking again. She tuned out a good deal of his little speech, but one comment struck her deep. This guy seemed to know something. Perhaps he was there to blow her cover.
“She’s rather good at hiding cold, threatening glares from otherwise observant princes. Au revoir!”
Her eye seemed to be twitching non-stop lately. She managed to get it to stop before she turned to face the prince again. Bowing quickly, she excused herself before hiking up her dress and jogging over to catch up with the man. Growling she cut him off and glared angrily at him.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded. "I find it hard to believe that you conveniently ran out of business cards. I know you're not a real reporter. So tell me, what business do you have here? I'll warn you though, if I don't like your answer, then... Well, I'm sure you have a lovely imagination." Her expression quickly changed from a glare to that of a disturbing smile.
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Post by Euric Qi Britannia on Feb 6, 2010 19:54:44 GMT -5
//Yeah, Vierre.... These things do happen, eh? ^^'//
The more the man spoke, the more was the First Prince sure he was indeed lying, just a fraud for a journalist. And the more words leaving his mouth, the less he seemed to even try to cover himself up. It all, though, made Euric wonder - he had yet to offend the prince in any way and (even though it was never to be trusted he yet wouldn't) he seemed not to even be up to such. But then again, he was nothing he had claimed to be, and him not even trying to hide it did surprise the prince. Why would he..? What is he up to..?
As Eve thanked him, Euric returned her a smiled - perhaps she didn't need his words, but politeness never hurt. Of course he meant every word of what he had said, but he also believed that she didn't look that confident for nothing. Though the news reporter continuing his speech, his smile faded to that of a neutral expression.
“Mr. Lavier, Vincent Lavier." Well, finally a name, but it surely was a false one since he didn't even bother to come up with any name for his supposed newspaper. Now, he already called it an organization, which made a chill run through the prince's spine. Of course there were many options from which to choose, but the most obvious was naturally the first one to come to his mind. The prince still didn't move, but was ready to step back for almost anything the other man could do next. Could this man be...?
He let the 'lady friend' comment slip.
“There is a purity to the Black and white print that can bare open a simple truth to all, undeniable like the progression of Night and day.” Perhaps veiled, but the meaning of his words was quite clear - and made the First Prince's eyebrows shot up. No doubt of it anymore. The man, standing right in front of him, was most likely to be... A Black Knight. “Euric Qi Britannia. Should you change your mind, please feel free to contact me. Here, allow me to give you my…” The moment the other man moved to search for something from his pockets, but Euric wasn't going to wait to get possibly stabbed, shot or worse. Sure, 'business cards' could mean every and other thing - usually something fatal anyway. So, the First Prince took a slight step back, not looking like it but also ready to duck or otherwise dodge if he would need to. It was a signal, sound and clear to those who had waited for it. The guards, having remained still somewhat subtle until now, would not just stand by idly anymore.
Nor was the fraud journalist either.
Giving off his last words with half of a bow, he was gone before the royal guards could reach their Prince, let alone him. Euric was left to stare after the man, until he turned his head to glance towards Eve a bit surprised. She had seemed not to have listened most of his speech, but it was clear she had not liked the encounter. Strange enough, almost after the man had gone also she bowed to him, excusing herself - and running off, right to the direction he had gone to. Though it could have been anything, and sure, she must have been busy with him having interrupted her just like that, it made Euric frown.
The first doubt rose to his mind. Could the stranger have possibly... known her? He shook his head mentally. To be careful - was something he should be with everyone. Giving off to people too easily was what was his fault. Though the 'pressmen' made his senses tickle far more easily, he had forgotten that Eve, too, could be just about anyone - albeit the prince had no doubt she was a genuine model. But still, unpleasant but true, he had once more been careless, and a certain shrill female voice did very clearly remind him of it at the back of his mind. But...
The mumbling, sure to include all the 'majesties' and 'highnesses' of the world again, snapped him out of his thoughts. "Sir, are you all right?" Surrounded by his guards made only now Euric to relax. He had been ready for anything, and too busy with his thoughts to have yet realized he was still standing stiff enough to take any blow and not fall. "Yes, I am fine... Thank you, no need to worry anymore. They're gone..." Gone, yes. But for how long..? Euric made an absent glance over the crowd. Should he indeed try and track that man down? Even though he had almost asked for it... But it was a lead... Perhaps to the Black Knights themselves. And a lead very unwise to be left unused. He did say he would stay within the amusement park. Though how reliable were those words, was totally a different matter. Nonetheless Euric made his decision, and gave his guards new orders. With the present possible-to-be-a-threat lurking around, he would have little to do in the park, guarded or not. So, the Prince would leave, leaving behind three of the guards while the two would return with more subtle assistance after they had escorted Euric out safe and sound.
So did Euric begin heading to the park's exit, only capable of wondering what would, could, come out of it all - tomorrow, and in the further future.
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Post by vierre on Feb 8, 2010 19:59:38 GMT -5
Vierre casually slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he strolled away. It was a busy day at the amusement park, lively and spirited. He sidestepped a young boy who came tearing down the path, his head turned back around to keep an eye on the little girl, who Vierre assumed was the boy’s little sister, that was chasing him. A large balloon clamped in the boy’s hand trailed behind him, and he played keep away with his sister. She didn’t seem to mind though, as she giggled in pursuit of her big brother. Both the future and past were distant thoughts to these children. The most important moment to them was this very instance. Vierre doubted they even knew about the unknown terrorist attack at the park only a few short weeks ago. An amused smile curved at the corner of his lips. It was another lifetime, but the Black Knight captain could still remember the times his parents, while on leave from the military, would take him and his brother and sister to the amusement park just on the outskirts of Pendragon.
The smile from the memories quickly slipped away as the young lady modeling the wedding dress cut in front of him, stopping him where he was and clearly very, very angry. Vierre had, to be honest, been hoping that the Prince might have been the one to follow up with him. ’But I suppose it’s no surprise…’ The Prince was, of course, not a stupid man. Vierre quite respected him in some ways, in fact. He looked at the woman without a word for a moment, then glanced over his shoulder back at Euric. The Prince was now surrounded safely by his guards, undoubtedly discussing a course of action. There was no question that Euric understood Vierre's previously chosen words. Vierre made a point to memorize the face of each guard, but knew full well that there were always more than there appeared to be, especially when royalty was present. Was it a risk? Absolutely. Was it enjoyable? Absolutely. Besides, the truth was that his purpose for being at Clovisland that day was something akin to investigative journalism. It wasn't entirely a lie, and he had no intention of being a threat to Britannia today. Black Knight or not, today he was just interested in the reason behind the Clovisland bombing.
But now the woman was left without a response as he mentally noted his observations on the Prince and his guards. “Ah sorry about that. Eve, was it?” He turned his head back to the woman. He had not expected her to be so angry, but he also had no idea that his random comments had actually hit close to the truth, and that she too was something behind a façade. This reaction from her in itself piqued the Black Knight’s suspicions. He looked into her eyes and she glared daggers back at him, his own face relaxed and neutral. “Well let me just say, first of all, that there is nothing convenient about running out of business cards. As for why I’m here… perhaps I’m looking to be amused. It is an amusement park after all.” He took his right hand from his jacket pocket and quickly swept it through his hair, combing it loosely back. His eyes narrowed slightly at the woman. “But I think the better question is why does a stage model storm angrily after someone demanding to know why they are enjoying a fine day at Clovisland. What do you think? That’s a pretty good question, no?” He chuckled pleasantly, shrugged and shook his head.
Vierre’s expression returned to a deadpan business-like state. “I will assume you don’t like that answer though, and while I do happen to have a very good imagination, I’m afraid I never imagined anything involving a beautiful young lady in a wedding dress.” Vierre maintained a serious straight face as he spoke. “It’s the wedding dress, you see. I don’t imagine wedding dresses.”
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Post by Eve Neuschwanstein on Feb 8, 2010 20:53:40 GMT -5
As the man answered her questions, she could feel her anger rising. If he hadn't interrupted her mission in getting closer to the prince, then she probably would have ignored him and let him be. For some reason though, she couldn't get her anger in check. Eve felt like an animal chasing off another one that was after her prey.
“Well let me just say, first of all, that there is nothing convenient about running out of business cards. As for why I’m here… perhaps I’m looking to be amused. It is an amusement park after all.”
The blue haired model gritted her teeth, but tried her best to hide her anger. She knew she was about to pop. Why is this guy ticking me off so much? she thought.
Eve opened her mouth to answer one of the questions he asked, but closed it rather quickly fearing she would explode and cause a scene. And with the prince still somewhere nearby in the park, that was the last thing she wanted to do.
“It’s the wedding dress, you see. I don’t imagine wedding dresses.”
The model had done a decent job in keeping herself from bursting out, but with that last comment she lost all control on her emotions. "Oh that's it!" she yelled. "I will not allow you to continue talking to me in such a way!" She swung her fist, aiming for his face hoping it would connect with his jaw and potentially break it.
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Post by vierre on Feb 9, 2010 4:53:12 GMT -5
Vierre tried not to be surprised by things. He really tried very hard at that. Never before had he somehow angered a woman enough for them to actually attack him though. Excluding some of the women within the Black Knights, of course. They didn't count. Perhaps that was hard to believe, but it was an actual truth.
“Oh that's it! I will not allow you to continue talking to me in such a way!”
Eve’s angry outburst was vicious enough to draw the Black Knight captain’s attention and provide enough warning and time to react to her rapidly moving fist. Had she not said anything first, she might have actually landed the blow. Well, if anything, this was now a peculiar occurrence for Euric’s guards to take note of. Vierre quick-stepped back, his left foot dragging lightly across the ground. At the same time he brought up his right hand, caught a hold on her wrist, and rotated around her, spinning her gracefully as if highlighted by spotlight on the ballroom floor. As she spun and he stepped by her, he locked onto her eyes with a momentary glare that said to her that he did not appreciate the attempt to break his jaw.
Out loud however, there was no trace of malice in his voice. “Now Eve… if you wanted to dance, you only needed to ask.” Vierre gently released her wrist, allowing her to regain her footing. “Perhaps we could just maintain a certain level of civility for now, hmm? Besides, it’s not very reasonable of you to try and hit me when I was merely paying you a compliment.”
Vierre removed his sunglasses and slipped them into the inner pocket of his blazer. He smiled at Eve. “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.”
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