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Post by Prince_Endymion on Oct 6, 2014 9:31:57 GMT -5
It happened in a mere instant, the stands were suddenly erupting with life, every seat filled by excited citizens of Earth. He glanced towards the crowd, watching their enthusiasm grow as the announcer began to explain the rules of the Spar Tournament. There weren’t a great deal of rules; the winner from each round would face off against the next winner, until the two brackets were completed and the two remaining warriors would then face off against each other in the final round.
Lord Roland Damke was his first opponent. He was an honorable judge and a member of his Father’s Court, it was always an privilege to face off against someone who was a friend of his father’s. As Prince Endymion stepped into the arena it was impossible to ignore the roar of the crowd.
He stood adorned in his traditional Earth Kingdom Armor, dark navy pants and shirt beneath the gleaming silver breastplate and shoulder plates. The wind picked up the black cape with its red interior, playing with it, as the Prince looked to his opponent, bowing his head in respect. Lord Damke bowed his head as well and drew his sword. Endymion smirked, drawing his long sword from it’s sheathe at his left hip, settling his stance into a guard flourish.
The bell signaling the start of the tournament sounded which Lord Damke responded to rather quickly. Advancing. Advancing. The other man charged at him with the blade of his sword upheld, striking towards him almost instantly. Meeting the other sword with his own, knocking the blade aside as he retreated back into the arena.
There was an uncertainty lingering in Lord Damke’s gaze as their eyes met as he came towards him again going into a fore swing and following immediately into a backswing. Skill showing, he evaded the first and countered the second once again with his sword. This time the force of Endymion’s counter threw the opponent stumbling back to recover for a moment. Not enough to knock the sword from his hands. Not yet.
Taking advantage of the lull, Endymion rushed the other man, striking quickly, to which he was barely able to react in time. But Damke took advantage of the Prince’s closeness and swung wildly, the sword missing its mark, not quite close enough to eat the fabric.
Lord Damke was a formidable opponent, but he was better and allowed the angst of the battle to fill him. Two large swings of his long sword, the first one countered, but the immediately following second strike knocked the sword from his hand. The metallic clatter sounded as Endymion immediately took his sword to point at his opponent’s neck. Then he lowered the sword and sheathed it in one fluid motion.
The stands erupted with pleasure at their Prince’s victory. He took a deep breath, allowing the excitement of the fight to settle down as he reached out to shake Lord Damke’s hand. “You’re a fair and formidable opponent, Lord Damke. Thank you.” The Lord accepted his hand, holding it for a moment as he spoke. “It’s an honor to lose to a warrior such as yourself, Young Prince Endymion.” Both men then turned their backs on each other to exit the arena to allow Kunzite to begin his bracket.
Endymion sighed heavily catching his breath, dropping into a seat nearby as he sat by to allow a couple of brackets to go by, before he was to fight again. Kunzite easily took his first couple of opponents, to which he carefully watched the fervor which the silver haired man fought. It seemed although great warriors had come to battle today, that he and Kunzite would be facing off very shortly, a thought that brought a wry smirk to the Prince’s face.
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Oct 6, 2014 21:09:33 GMT -5
Serenity’s shoulders were nearly pressed to her ears as she pushed her way with the rest of the crowds into the arena. She let out a sharp breath, her lips pursed in frustration. She wasn’t used to so many people about her in close proximity, nor was she used to having to fight for a good spot.
Perhaps one of her lessons rang true, however. With one fluid motion, she lifted her neck, chin raised. Her eyebrows rose and posture straightened. Whether it was the pretentious, entitled airs that she put on, or luck, she was able to move within the arena. She tapped a person on the shoulder confidently with a polite: “Hem, hem.” And within moments, she had a pretty decent seat for the event.
As she settled down into her seat, her posture and facial expression softened. She couldn’t believe such a thing worked so easily. She wondered who those around her thought she was, but at the same time, she preferred to not bring too much attention to herself.
As the first spar began, she watched. As the two men seemed to dance to their own music – fired along by the metal in their blades, her eyes were transfixed. It was confusing to her and slightly barbaric. Why would so many people all come to this place to see public displays of violence? On the Moon, violence was a last resort. People quietly and independently trained, but public displays of power were not welcome. Unless of course, it would protect the Kingdom and its citizens from unjust harm.
At the end of the spar she could hear the crowd cheer on the victor. “Prince Endymion?” She questioned under her breath. “He’s allowed to spar?” She thought again, a renewed interest sparked.
She craned forward, bringing a hand to the top of her head as she readjusted her hat, trying to catch a better glimpse of the Prince. But, he had already gone and the next two men began to fight. “People here are so fascinated by such violence.” She sucked in an uncomfortable breath as she continued to watch the tournament unfold, surprised by so many men willing to put their pride on the line in front of so many people.
[Tag Generals, Endymion]
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Oct 10, 2014 12:55:46 GMT -5
“You fought well, Endymion.” A voice said gently from behind the young man who seemed already recovered from his battle.
Coming from humble beginnings, she had invested her all into the Earth and it had invested in her. Diligent in her understandings of nature and its history, she had risen to be a trusted ear of the King. She wore a casual gown, with puffed sleeves and scooped neckline. The bodice was a deep lavender that slowly motioned into a flowing tan skirt. Large white stones from the Earth that she loved and respected adorned her ears and neckline. One day, she knew, the Earth kingdom would know and respect the legacy she would foster. They would know Beryl.
She tossed her long red locks behind her shoulder, diligently tucking an unruly strand of hair behind her ear as she smiled to him, giving a simple nod in respect as the entourage of advisors and she parted ways. “I know your father is excited to watch you today.” She said, leaning against the barrier between the first set of stands and the greater arena. She folded her arms along the structure, setting her head down near them to hear the Prince above the chatter of the crowds.
“You seem affixed on your teacher today.” She smiled. “I have no doubt that you’ll both meet at the end of this tournament.” She offered. Her posture was straight and words pointed. She was calm, wise, and diligent always. This was the air she carried from the wisdom and experience she fought so hard to accrue.
[Tag Endymion]
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Post by Prince_Endymion on Oct 11, 2014 10:30:11 GMT -5
Turning to the sound of the kind voice, the Prince’s eyebrows raised in curiosity at the informality of the speaker. A polite smile graced his face as he saw Lady Beryl; a rather influential member of his Father’s Court from what he could tell. Rising to his feet, Endymion turned to face her, his hands coming to rest upon the railing. “Good afternoon, Lady Beryl. Thank you for the compliment.”
Endymion leaned his head to the side at the mention of his father, his gaze searching the stands. “…My Father was able to attend? Marvelous…. I was under the impression he’d be away on business for this. It’s good to hear otherwise.” It seemed strange, that the members of his Father’s Court knew when he was attendance, when he truthfully had no idea what his itinerary was.
For father and son, they seemingly led very separate lives. On occasion they would dine together, their conversation almost exclusively regarding his future as King of Earth and how he was to prepare every day for the role. It was terribly exhausting to be in his father’s company and sadly, he was grateful that he wasn’t speaking with him during the spar. For it would have been more of a drain than a blessing. Beryl on the other hand had achieved a balance between conversation and formality, certainly a pleasant enough woman to converse with.
Glancing over his shoulder back at Kunzite as he battled a new opponent, he smirked slightly at Beryl’s remark. “Ah, indeed. General Kunzite has taught me everything I know. I look forward to the chance of fighting him at the end.” Looking back to the red-haired woman he was never surprised by her composed and poised demeanor, but she certainly seemed particularly complimentary of him today. Nodding in gratitude. “I appreciate the faith in my abilities, however, Earth has some rather fine warriors that I have yet to reckon with.” He was forever a humble prince, not willing to accept complacency in all things. Wanting the best for his own life, whatever that may entail.
“So, how are you doing today, Lady Beryl? I do hope you are enjoying the spar thus far?”
Tag: Beryl
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Oct 13, 2014 18:13:37 GMT -5
“You’ll get no easy compliments from me, Endymion. Your fighting abilities speak for themselves. Consider my words an earned statement.” Beryl said matter-of-factly.
She lifted her head from her arms, choosing her next words carefully. “I don’t think your father would miss this for anything. He speaks so highly of you, quite often. He’s very impressed with your growth and where you’ll take this Kingdom, when the time comes.” She offered. As she stared into his sapphire eyes, she lost some focus.
Endymion was complex. Perhaps a result of his upbringing and status, but a great deal of his thoughts, desires, and will were unknown to her. He kept a very tight circle of confidants. But, she had watched him from afar for so long. And finally, she was coming into a position where he could finally see her. Hopefully, he would one day let her into his circle. They could share secrets and continue to propel the Earth Kingdom as a force to be reckoned with — far beyond the other Kingdoms in the universe. They simply did not shine as brightly as Earth.
“It’s wonderful to see talent on display, showing the unwavering strength of this Kingdom.” She mused. “And it’s certainly nice to get away from the palace and my duties.” She chuckled. “Speaking of, I’m actually working with advisors from the other Kingdoms. We are trying to share more texts to develop some cross-cultural awareness. Are there any topics of interest you’d like me to request, or Kingdoms you’d like to learn more about?” She questioned.
Though as she raised her gaze, it was met by one of the other advisors who looked to her pointedly. There was always something to do and someplace to be. Advisors roles were precarious, and she had to maintain her positions. "Ah, it looks as if I'm needed, Endymion." She frowned. She gently brought her hand over his, patting it twice. "Best of luck on the rest of your matches. And please let me know if any texts interest you. I'll have them brought to you." She added, before bowing her head and taking her leave.
[Tag Endymion]
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Post by Prince_Endymion on Oct 17, 2014 21:44:40 GMT -5
Endymion found himself caught off guard by the strength of her words and the sudden intensity of Beryl’s gaze. A gracious smile crossed his lips, the thought clearly musing the dark haired man. It wasn’t that he thought ill of his father, quite the opposite, he respected him greatly. However, through the Prince’s life there were a great many events that The King of Earth was unable to attend. He brushed his hand over the ebony hair, effectively pulling the stray hairs from his eyes as he spoke, “Ah, please don’t misunderstand, I’m delighted that my father was able to attend today’s match. It’s an honor to have his support in the stands.” He paused and nodded to her pleasantly, “And his trusted advisors support as well…”
Casting another sweeping gaze over the stand, he caught sight of the dark haired man, garbed similarly to himself in the stands. His father appeared to be enjoying himself in the company of his closest companions. Currently he was deeply preoccupied by some advisors conversation, so Endymion’s passing glance went unnoticed. Sighing, he looked back to Beryl as she spoke of her investigations into other kingdoms.
A fascinating thought and intriguing notion, for the royalty of Earth, they did so rarely interact with the other planet’s monarchs. The lady’s comment did not go unnoticed, where he would take the kingdom someday. Thoughts like that often troubled him, he felt so incapable of making his own life choices, how was he to someday break free of this mentality and choose for his entire kingdom, for all of Earth? As disconcerting the thoughts, now was certainly not the time or place for such contemplations.
Beryl’s reassuring touch brought his attention back to her, “Lady Beryl, thank you for your continued support. As for the texts, I shall consider it and let you know... I certainly do appreciate the offer. Enjoy the rest of the spar and good day…” He watched as she so quickly flitted back into her role as a lady of the court. An advisor, a position that so many people cleaved for. Some seemed so desperate to carve a piece of Earth’s monarchy for themselves, in any capacity. And yet? Here was the crown prince, so wishing to cast it all aside. How disturbingly ironic.
A chatter rose up amongst the crowd as Kunzite won the final battle in his bracket. A pleased smirk came to his face, “Ah, it appears the real challenge… is now.” He muttered to himself as he turned away from the railing and headed back towards the arena to face General Kunzite.
Tag: Kunzite
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Oct 19, 2014 17:10:10 GMT -5
Jadiete’s fingertips clawed around the course material of a man’s jacket as he growled. “You will conduct yourself in a manner befitting the public, or you will leave!” He growled, pulling the man toward him and then shoving him from the other he fought with.
The two men stared each down, silent for a time. But, Jadiete knew compliance when he saw it. He turned on his heels maintaining his cold gaze as he moved his way to the other checkpoints.
The crowd only grew in its animation as they were finally at the end of the spar match; yet, he continued walking, seemingly emotionless. He let out a short breath, leaning against one of the wooden separation planks as he addressed his fellow general who maintained order at this check point.
“Kunzite and Endymion meeting at the end of this spar is of no surprise.” He commented quietly. “The real question will be whether Endymion earns this win or if Kunzite hands it to him by throwing the match.” He shrugged his shoulders and then straightened his posture.
“Zoisite, will you redirect some of the guards posted at the exits to the upper levels of the arena?” He questioned. “With the King attending this event unannounced, I’d rather have more support and focus within his perimeter.” He added.
[Tag Zoisite]
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Post by General Kunzite on Oct 20, 2014 23:33:00 GMT -5
Kunzite had watched Endymion sweep through his bracket with all the strength and grace Kunzite had trained him in and then some. He had truly blossomed into a gifted fighter who knew finesse just as much as power. His blood boiled in anticipation of crossing swords with him in a more authentic way, though Kunzite kept the fire chilled with his cold logic and sense of duty.
At long last, the two were called to the center arena for the grand final match. The cheers of the crowd indicated that this was a fully expected and anticipated match up. Although Endymion's name rang from the stands, Kunzite was surprised to hear an occasional shout of his own name. It was hard not to be appreciative of the support, but he wondered bemusedly if he would have considered that treason outside the stadium.
General Kunzite faced his Prince with a genuine, if muted, smile. "I'm glad to see you have owned every lesson I taught you, Prince Endymion. Let me see if I have anything left to teach you." he threatened, drawing his sword.
"One last encouragement for you, my Prince," he continued, looking sidelong at Endymion and marking his reaction carefully, "Among us Generals, we have decided that, should you win, you will be awarded a prize - the 'gift' of the exertion of your authority. You may demand anything of us for your personal indulgence and we shall allow it for you. So choose carefully...but first, you must wrest it from my grasp!" he shouted resolutely, and leap toward his Prince with the force of a hurricane.
He slashed heavily at the Prince's left side, an opening that Endymion would be fully familiar with from their regular practice, but then wheeled around his body, thrusting the hilt of his sword into Endymion's back.
Tag: Endymion
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Post by Prince_Endymion on Oct 20, 2014 23:37:21 GMT -5
A few beads of sweat were scattered across his forehead as the Prince of Earth re-entered the arena gracing a pleased smirk. Opening his arms emphatically as he met Kunzite in the middle, “So it appears you’re as good as you’ve been telling me all these years…” Endymion took the compliment graciously, nodding as he accepted it. The irony of the moment was that he would be nothing without Kunzite’s constant guidance and passion to teach him throughout his life.
His left eyebrow piqued in curiosity at the prospect of choice. A notion that was such a rarity in recent days that the idea took the sting of attempting to defeat his friend away. Granted, he was always ready to try his hardest in any battle, regardless of the opponent. A true warrior, he had spent much of his life being trained to battle hard in all circumstances. Certainly, the Earth Prince would not disappoint his people today. The seed was planted, that acquiring a win today would be just a bit sweeter than before.
Drawing his sword from its sheath at his left hip, he wasn’t taken aback from Kunzite’s first move, it was as familiar as the dawning of the new day. However, the impact of Kunzite’s back attack threw his balance off. He recovered by turning with the momentum, and upon the completion of his rotation, dropping to one knee, bringing his sword up towards Kunzite’s left side.
Tag: Kunzite-Joint Post
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Post by General Kunzite on Oct 20, 2014 23:40:50 GMT -5
[Joint Post - Kunzite and Endymion]
Kunzite brought his sword down hard to halt the slash and decided to take advantage of his Prince’s lower center of gravity by thrusting his forearm into his face, trying to knock him on his back.
The swords meeting rang out a shrill, metallic cry, before the arm of his general descended towards him. Endymion scarcely evaded the attack by throwing himself to the right, wasting no time in pulling himself back to his feet. He immediately lunged forward into a fore swing of his blade towards Kunzite’s.
Kunzite took Endymion's recovery as a chance to put some distance between them. He leapt backwards and readied himself for the counterattack, which came just as quickly as Kunzite could react. He threw his energy into the tip of his sword and smacked it against the tip of Endymion's with a twist of the wrist, hoping again to parry his Prince's attack and leave his flank exposed.
Endymion could see the coming parry in Kunzite’s body language, but he had already committed to the momentum, so he loosened his body as to be not be jarred by the change of energy. Endymion threw himself into the off-balanced maneuver and flew past Kunzite before his faithful General could counterattack.
When Endymion turned around, Kunzite was smiling as the bloodlust and joy of seeing his pupil perform so well got to his head. He nodded approvingly and with a quick motion of his wrist encouraged his Liege to try again.
Endymion was more wary this time as he lunged towards his opponent. He feigned right horizontal slash, then suddenly slashed upwards. The energy that Kunzite had been gathering to block a lower blow was worthless as he readjusted to catch the blade with hilt of his own. He pushed hard and leapt back recover from the shock of the poor block.
Taking a slightly longer pause than would have been expected, Endymion’s eyes narrowed inquisitively, meeting the gaze of the other man. Suddenly, like the sun breaking through a morning fog, he realized exactly what was happening. For the general’s previous move was familiar; a move he had practiced exhaustively in years of training. And yet, Kunzite’s action went against the techniques he had taught him. Frowning slightly, he held his sword still for the moment, his fingertips twitching against the hilt as he readjusted his grip in frustration.
“Don’t insult me with a forged victory, Kunzite-kun.” Swallowing hard, the intensity across his expression unfaltering. “If I lose today, then I am honored to have fought the best that the Earth Kingdom has to offer.” A smirk found its way to his lips, “…Now fight me with your all. I demand it!” Endymion hated throwing his power around the Generals, but if they were going to decide allowing him to win out of pity would be better, then he would force their hand.
Kunzite looked at Endymion sidelong and stoically, as if trying to discern where the General had tipped his hand. Or it was perhaps to take in the sting of his Prince’s reprimand. At length, he gave a flat chuckle and shrugged, “It is as I should expect from the man who will be King. I have sworn my life to protect your honor…and yet even as I offer you a prize for victory I treat you still as my young prince. What honor is in a play match indeed? Very well. Prove to me that my life is sworn to a man who can take it!”
Again Kunzite threw himself at Endymion with sword outstretched, but his demeanor had entirely changed. Whereas before Kunzite’s body language spoke of throwing off his opponent, it now spoke of beating him down. His attacks were genuinely fierce and danger was in his blows.
Endymion quickly realized the gravity of his command to his top general. The man was many more years experienced than he was and the Prince was hard pressed to keep from completely overwhelmed by the fighter before him. Parrying was impossible, and each block rang through his bones. He knew then that he was up against the true Kunzite. Instead of chipping away at his spirits as it might have done to a lesser man, this realization fired up his blood. He had such men who pledged their lives to him. He would prove he was worthy of them.
The Prince dodged again and again, trying to give his shaken grip a moment of recovery as he scanned carefully for an opening. Kunzite’s training was at work, allowing his body to react so that his mind could calculate. As the sweat began to pour down his weary limbs, he realized that Kunzite’s form and guard was perfect; there would be little chance for a true counter. The ferocity of his blows would easily knock him away if he was hit by them. With a spark of insight, he saw his victory.
A metallic clash rang out as the two swords met once again, real effort and desire to win now fueling his master in the ways of battle, Kunzite. He felt slick beads of sweat drop from his forehead as his general truly challenged his swordsmanship. Kunzite threw another horizontal blow with Endymion ducked under. Kunzite considered this an opening and threw his weight into an overhead swing, expecting his Prince to block from above with his sword. However, he was surprised when Endymion rolled into a dodge swept his feet from under him. Before Kunzite could regain his balance, he was falling with an added swing from the Earth Prince sent his blade spinning out of his hands. Kunzite began to move, but before he could the future King of earth’s blade tip hovered inches from his neck. The fight was his.
The general straightened up slowly and smirked. Though he would have expected a flush of embarrassment and wounded pride, what he actually felt was true pride. For the first time, he thought, he saw his Prince as a man and he silently pledged his loyalty to him anew.
Tag: Endymion
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Oct 22, 2014 5:46:27 GMT -5
[Joint Post For Serenity and Endymion]
One after another, warriors entered the arena to meet a similar fate—a loss at the hands of either the Prince of Earth or, as she had learned, his top General. While other spar matches were full of random jeers and cheering, as these two very different men met, it was silence. The stark contrast of the Prince’s ebony hair to that of his companion’s ghost white was jarring as the two began to twist and lunge one another. Serenity could hear the breaths of those seated around her. This battle seemed different to her. Their movements were so in-sync, even playful.
Though as her mind began to wander, she wondered where all the women fighters were. She thought about Makoto and her other guardians, such strong and prideful women. She knew each of them and their unique skills could put any of these respected men to the test. She frowned as her mind lingered on her friends—no her family. They had grown up together, learned together, and had a shared understanding that kept Serenity grounded to some semblance of the person she wanted to be, rather than what she was advised or her title declared her to be. She hoped to make them proud, to be strong like this Prince in front of his entire Kingdom.
Her fingertips began to fidget about her lap, fingertips interlaced and pulled apart only to fumble back together. She needed to accept the duty and responsibility that came with her position. There was no running away from that, none of her friends would. They’d just left their homes to support Serenity. Was she being childish and selfish in this moment?
The crowd connected in a shared gasp as the white-haired General came to life with a renewed ferocity. Her eyes widened as she watched the man pound away, but the Prince seemed stable and calculated throughout. Her fingertips clenched the thick material of her gown, posture straightened as her eyes locked onto the scene play out below.
The point of his sword promptly came to aim at Kunzite’s throat, thus signifying the end of the sparring match. A frenzied roar rose up behind him as he’d claimed victory. However, the humble prince ignored it to sheath his sword, then stooped to help his friend to his feet. Firmly grasping Kunzite’s forearm, he helped pull him to his feet, a proud smirk finding its way to his face as he roughly smacked his general’s shoulder. “Ah Kunzite, my friend… a worthy and incredible adversary… once you truly decide to fight...”
Endymion snickered slightly, before pausing to inhale deeply. Wiping at the perspiration upon his brow, his dark sapphire eyes cast a sweeping gaze over the crowd who reacted wildly to their Prince’s victory, swiftly storming the arena’s exits. He scratched his head slightly, wondering what piece of freedom he would choose. The seed Kunzite had planted before their fight hadn’t gone unnoticed. The idea of choice thrilled him, but he was glad to have taken fairly.
At the battle’s conclusion, the crowd burst into raucous celebration. People pumped their fists, some cheered with their neighbors, and others delightedly saluted the victor. Children jumped about in uncontainable joy. It was almost difficult to process the scene as it reached its fever pitch. And suddenly, like a wave running on land and then sliding away, it was silence.
Serenity leaned forward, blinking. Was she suddenly the only one left in the stands? She stood, brushing off the front of her dress. Her ears continued to ring with the memory of the sounds that overloaded her senses.
Raising a humble hand to attempt to quell their chatter, something caught his attention. The sight of a young woman wearing a pale pink hat sat alone in the stands long after the other spectators had vacated. The maelstrom of chaos continued its assault on his senses, but for a moment he felt frozen, unable to tear his gaze away from her, for even from a distance he could tell she was lovely.
More than lovely, really.
Beautiful.
Gaze catching hers for a briefest of moments before something behind him caught his attention. Turning to glance back over his shoulder, he saw his Generals at the exits, attempting to control the masses as they squirmed and pushed closer still.
Serenity’s fingertips bent at the knuckles as she brought her left hand up to her lips, covering a light chuckle. She realized what was happening. The Prince had to leave one way or another. For some to see him so close would be a privilege. Others, women especially, were probably looking for more. Her gaze fell back into the fighting arena as she smiled lightly. ‘So he knew what it was like living in a fish bowl.’ She mused.
She pulled out her pocket watch, being soothed by the calming melody that escaped. “Eight more hours of freedom I’d estimate.” She said snapping it shut and admiring the sun for a moment more. And while the crowd continued to grow, awaiting a glimpse of their Prince, she moved against the current, carefully holding her hat as the winds picked up. She ducked and turned sharply left and then right.
As he looked back towards the lovely young woman, he saw the pale pink hat bobbing through the crowd away from the event; certainly a rather unusual sight, as every other patron was clambering towards all possible exodus options. A mischievous smirk found its way to his lips as he noted that his Generals were quite effectively distracted for the time being. Reaching up to unclasp his cape, he took hold of it as it fell from his neck. Gathering it into a ball, he heaved it in the opposite direction from him, into the throng of people, much to their excitement.
With that, he leapt effortlessly over the barrier around the arena, rather than involving himself in the proper exits. Endymion broke into a brisk run in the same direction the elegant girl had been traveling in, pausing only long enough to ensure he had escaped efficiently; indeed no one had noticed his swift departure. How refreshing to know he had a few minutes of precious freedom, no crowds, and no keepers. Just himself and the stranger in the pale pink hat, should he be able to locate her. Slowing as he turned left about the same corner she’d turned at just moments before.
Now in the next alleyway over, the prince was wildly looking both ways, attempting to decipher which way the young maiden had rushed away to. Breaths came over him in heavy waves, as he was still attempting to catch his breath from the match.
Serenity slipped forward with two stumbling steps as she let out a content sigh. She had made it through the pool of humanity.
Her heart began to race at the thought of spending time in the forests and lakes. ‘The tall trees and clear water…’ She thought as she quickened her pace. But suddenly, her thoughts came rattling back to reality as her head made contact with another object in motion.
Instinctively, he chose to head right and began running again, until his tall armored frame collided with the young lady in question. A look of horror lit up the prince’s face. Immediately his gaze softened, “My Lady, do forgive me, I… I didn’t intend to crash into you.”
She brought a hand up to the side of her head, carefully rubbing it without allowing her hat to move as she regained her posture. "I'll be fine." She began to say, waving a hand, before her ocean blue eyes locked with his gaze.
In the moment she looked up at him, Endymion felt his breath hitch in his throat, but not out of exhaustion. No, instead he was taken aback by her beauty up close. Composure faltering for the briefest of moments, before he caught himself and bent his right arm at his waist to bow to her, looking up at her through his eyelashes as he greeted her.
“My lady, where are my manners. I am Endymion.” His reasons for following her sounded awkward as they rolled off his tongue, but he spoke before he could call them back, “…I noticed you fleeing from the match… hmm…May I ask your name?”
"Your highness." She said in a startled tone. "I know who you are." She added, sweeping into a formal curtsy. Her eyes remained on the ground for a time before stealing back to look at him. Her heart raced and cheeks flushed. He was a true warrior and even being within steps of him only reaffirmed what she had seen previously. There was a bright light and warmth within him. Rather than get caught up in his victory, he helped the man he sparred with, and now he was trying to escape the gilded cage that bound him.
The grimace worn while she tended to the side of her head was soon pulled into a smile as their gazes locked, her fair cheeks now awash with a warm blush. Naturally she knew who he was, wincing at the formality.
She tilted her head to the side for a moment, smiling lightly. "Trying to shed your guard detail aren't you?" She questioned, raising a brow.
A light chuckle rose from his chest, as he scratched at the back of his head, looking elsewhere than into the mysterious woman’s intense sapphire eyes for the moment. “Hmmm, was it that obvious? They’re fine men, they’re just always… there. The unruly crowd was the perfect distraction. It’s terribly rare that all four of them are preoccupied at once. “
“I know what you mean.” She sighed and then her eyes widened, realizing the words that slipped out of her mouth before she could recall them.
In some way, she felt she was looking at a reflection of herself. Deep in those sapphire orbs she could read a story much like her own and feel his desire to rewrite destiny. She watched his chest rise and fall, fresh from his victory. But, he was also energized at the opportunity for adventure. And in that moment there were so many questions she wanted to ask him, conversations she wanted to have. Finally, she met someone who could truly understand her. A strong, gracious warrior. He was magnetic. And with every moment that she tried to plot out her next step away from him, she felt more drawn into his gaze.
But, he was a dangerous reflection. If she drew too much attention—and if who she was and where she came from were to be revealed—she was unsure what would happen. As her cheeks began to flush, she turned away from him.
"I mean no offense to you, Endymion." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "Someone of your status tends to bring an entire entourage with them, and I was hoping to have a relaxing and quiet afternoon at Kosuke Lake."
Though she was dreadfully coy, safely guarding her words against him, he felt helplessly drawn to her, hanging on every word she offered. His eyebrows raised at the mention of Kosuke Lake’s reprieve and the obvious claim of his tendency to draw a crowd. Endymion scoffed slightly at the remark, “I suppose that would be putting it mildly, My Lady.”
Part of her thought to draw attention to him, allowing the crowd to swarm so she could be on her way. Her mind screamed at her of the dangers involved; she knew of the limited contact between the Moon and Earth. It was a gentle and strategic alliance. She shouldn't be near him.
But, being in her own moment of freedom, she could not refuse him of his opportunity. She turned her head back in his direction. A few unruly strands of her hair fell in front of her face as the winds picked up. "My name is of no importance, but if you want to maintain your freedom, you best keep moving." She advised.
Not oblivious to her attempts to steal away, the prince grinned at the mysterious stranger, refusing to be so easily evaded “Well, fortunately I was seeking solace at Lake Kosuke just this morning, until I was found by my keepers. Luckily for you I know a shortcut.” Endymion’s bright blue eyes twinkled with pleasure, as he gestured down the next street, allowing her to pass first.
Her lips curved into a grin, ocean blue eyes beamed at his suggestion. “I believe I’m a bad influence on you.” She said softly as she passed by him. But as the two continued on in silence, she could tell how aware of his surroundings he was. There was something forbidden and adventurous in ever step they took together. She felt so alive.
He couldn’t disagree time was of the essence, the multitudes would notice his absence soon. Following her down the street, the duo twisting quickly down a myriad of paths and streets until the serene landscape of Lake Kosuke and its elegant gardens came into view. Surely this would be the last place his Generals would seek him.
“My nameless Lady, I present Lake Kosuke in all its glory.” Glancing down at her, feeling compelled to watch her reaction to their destination. “What drew you here today? Anything in particular? Seems peculiar to watch the Spar and then seek out something so calm…”
[More Joint Postness to Come!]
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Oct 27, 2014 21:01:11 GMT -5
[Joint post by Endymion and Serenity]
Electric eyes drank in the lush green grass and the calm clear waters. She clasped her hands together, as the expression on her face softened. “Beautiful.” She said breathlessly.
Four walls, four guardians—it didn’t matter—nothing could hold her in that moment. Endymion’s next words were foggy.
And suddenly she was off. The flowing material of her slate dress bounced and waved at her every movement. Fingertips slipped along flower petals as she closed her eyes, energetically moving from one area of the garden to the next, taking in their sweet scent. Kneeling down, she plucked a red rose from its resting place, staying for a moment with this flower. She examined it carefully, as if it were something altogether new to her, treating it with great care, like a treasure. She curved the sturdy stem into end of her braid, letting the flower remain with her as an accessory.
Upon their approach to the oasis, her face brightened with a childlike joy. Endymion was taken by the unique mannerisms of the lovely woman. His face softening in gentle curiosity as she breathed the word 'beautiful' before running off her dress billowing about her like an elegant cloud. Slowly he traced her steps, following her deeper into the serene landscape.
Watching this perplexing young woman was intoxicating, he didn’t dare tear his gaze away from her, even though he figured he’d been staring too long already. The way she moved about the flowers was as though they were dear friends, whom she respected greatly. Did she live each moment of life like this? Each moment filled with fervor and passion?
Next, she moved to the water’s edge. She sat on the ground, unlacing her boots, setting them haphazardly to the side. Her fingertips daintily tugged up at her skirt from the waist to keep it from sinking into the water. She took a few steps into the lake, closing her eyes as she felt the cool water flood her senses. Her head lifted, shoulders curved at the feeling.
Over his left shoulder was the view of his balcony, his elegant cage where he often watched his life from afar. Watched others live their lives, while he just waited upon the next moment, and here with this magnetic young woman, he realized he’d never lived this much in the moment. No one taking him aside back to his palace, to his list of duties. In one surprising moment he felt as though she’d woken him up.
Certainly he had never encountered someone so captivating.
“Thank you for bringing me here...even if you ask too many questions." She said suddenly, bringing her focus back to Endymion. "Your armor looks very heavy," she noted, sharply turning her head to the left to meet his gaze.
Standing just a few feet from her as she turned to address him again. A smile broke out across his face as he lowered his head, pulling his watchful gaze from her for the first time since they’d arrived.
“It is my pleasure to be your escort, My Lady.” Stormy blue eyes rising to meet the intensity of her twinkling sapphire orbs. “Too many questions? Do accept my apology, it’s merely because you’re unlike anyone I’ve met, so I’m afraid I find myself perplexed by you.”
Looking down at his armor, he nodded, “Indeed, my generals have to ensure that I’m not wounded during fake battle.” With that, he unclasped the heavy breastplate, setting it down beside him and untucking the navy shirt beneath allowing it to catch the wind. Stooping down he untied his boots and stepped out of them to wade into the shallow water beside her.
As he took his first steps into the water, her posture straightened for a moment, cheeks flushed slightly. “At least you get to battle at all. Imagine if you never had an opportunity to fight for your kingdom.” She cautioned. Her fingertips dug into the thick material of her dress, as she took two careful steps backward.
“I can honestly say that I’ve never done this, even though I've watched people do it a thousand times.” Pointing to the balcony upon the horizon, “That’s my balcony, where I’ve watched so many others live their lives...”
“Is this the first time you’ve snuck away from your guards?” She questioned, shoulders curved as she kept the edges of her dress away from the water, turning a bit as she did so. Her head tilted to the side, lips pursed. “Would you ever attempt to sneak away again?” She questioned, carefully moving with the flow of the water to be near him.
“Hmm, certainly not. I’ve managed to get away quite a few times. They’ve merely adapted entirely too well; sometimes they catch me before I can decide where I’m escaping to. Freedom to choose has been a limited luxury.” Noting the way the exquisite woman gracefully slinked closer, he felt his heart race for seemingly no reason at all. He felt as though he could tell her everything and she’d understand; a familiar spirit.
In that moment, his eyes seemed so sad. She completely understood how he felt. So many people were directing every step of his life and it could feel so trapped. She bit the tender flesh of her lower lip, wondering how much time had passed, how much time she’d have left. There was a realization of the mortality of their time together and she wished she could find another way to stay in this moment. She had so much that she wanted to ask him.
Looking down at her, he grinned playfully, “So, indeed you are a bad influence on me...”
“A bad influence?” She questioned, with a clear ‘hmph.’ In one fluid motion she released her hold on the lower half of her dress, letting the fine fabric slip into the water. Her shoulders curved as her upper body bent forward, fingertips plunged into the water as she splashed large waves in Endymion’s direction.
“Why certai-“ the phrase was stopped short as a wave of water caught him by surprise. Eyes widening, he accepted her watery assault before responding. It wasn’t often that anyone toyed with him, played games like a child. There was something brilliantly compelling about her fire and light-heartedness that he felt himself strangely cleaving for a thousand more simples moments like this with her.
“For a Prince who hates formality, you are quite serious.” She chuckled, continuing to splash water his way hoping to bring the warmth back into his eyes instead of sadness. “Your Generals would be jealous that you’re having so much fun!” She smiled brightly, feeling suddenly free in that moment.
Though she quickly tugged at the layers of fabric of her dress that had grown quite heavy absorbing all the water. She picked up her legs with great effort, taking a few steps to the side, prepared for his retribution.
The laughter elicited by her was both endearing and full of joy as she pointed out the obvious; he was notoriously serious. Granted, he was a product of his strict upbringing, and yet she seemed to know there was more to him, that beneath the Prince - there was Endymion.
Being around her was exhilarating. He couldn’t recall a time in recent years where someone wasn’t intimidated by his crown; in fact was there even a time when someone saw him for who he truly was?
She paused momentarily, thinking that she might have offended him by her actions. Her fingertips twitched against the thick fabric of her gown cautiously.
Mock injury struck his darkening expression as he spoke, “Quite serious, you say? Perhaps. But I’m afraid I’m rather skilled in the art of retaliation My Lady…” he hunched down and cupped his hand into the water to send a splash her way, watching as the water darkened the elegant gray fabric she wore.
As the cool water splashed up against her waist her body jerked away from the point of impact. Her braided locks swung to the other side of her neck, snapping into positioned nestled against the side of her neck. Her head lifted, eyes squinted and a deep chuckle emitted from her lips. “Retaliating like a true warrior.” She laughed, trying to quickly retreat from his advances.
His expression became more animated, a crooked smirk drawn across his face as he pursued her, another fist full of water released toward her as she attempted to escape. Endymion laughed as she evaded the second wave, “My generals would certainly frown upon any fun. I somehow doubt they even know of the word…”
“I assume your generals are like my mother.” She said quickly, turning on the balls of her feet as she scooped her hands into the water once more to send another splash his way.
“You assume much don’t you?” Standing before her he leaned down a bit closer, the gaze of his dark blue narrowing as he questioned her, knowing his closeness would fluster her once again, “That I’m having fun, enjoying your presence, Hmmm?” Staring down into her captivating gaze he felt his heart race without permission again. His smirk softened into a warmer smile, “It’s true, though. I would sneak away to see you again in a heartbeat…”
[More joint postings to come!]
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Post by General Kunzite on Nov 2, 2014 11:50:21 GMT -5
After Endymion had wrested Kunzite off his feet, general bedlam had broken out among the people. The defeated General barely had time to tell his royal pupil that he was proud of his performance before the swathes of unwashed humanity suddenly descended upon them as a pack of hungry dogs.
Kunzite found their utter lack of patience to be embarrassing. No sooner did the clash of steel cease than they wanted to run off into the town for food and drink and festivities. Surely, many a coin would be exchanged between those who bet on the matches as well. Perhaps some were even hoping to quit the city before their bookies found them. Merchants and soldiers and farmers and philosophers all crowded against the exists, straining for the freedom of the next entertainment....and Kunzite and his generals had to make sure they didn't kill each other before getting to it.
The shouts and bustle attracted Kunzite's attention and he turned his back on Endymion, motioning to Jadeite, Zoisite, and Nephrite to help him quell the fray. He directed Zoisite and Nephrite to cover the other exit while he and Jadeite took the northern one. Surely, the presence of the man who almost beat the Crown Prince would quiet this madness?
Although difficult, after a bit the General tried to find Endymion through the crowd. He berated himself for not providing the Prince a proper way out, since as the victor he was bound to be swarmed with adorers. Yet, the Prince was a strong man and perhaps if he was swarmed, he would better appreciate what his Generals did for him in keeping him from the masses. He thought he spied Endymion's cape among the throng. The lessons never end, my Prince Kunzite thought to himself with a wry smile.
Kunzite also wondered what kind of demand his Prince would make, now that he had won his prize of victory. Although Kunzite considered himself to know the Prince well, it was a little unsettling to be unable to predict what Endymion would demand since this wish would be entirely of the indulgent kind....things that Kunzite rarely considered. Still, it would be a moment of growth and better understanding of the thoughts of his future king and so Kunzite held a secret expectation that it would be in line with the man he knew his Prince to be.
Tag: Jadeite, Zoisite
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Post by Princess Uranus on Nov 3, 2014 20:16:29 GMT -5
The wind guardian took pause, absorbing the strange surroundings of the Planet Earth. It was almost overwhelming, to exist in two extremes so close together. Planet Uranus was a quiet, calm culture, guided by the wind; a place where one must take pause to allow the wind to speak, to absorb its voice. Here, her senses were under the assault of the warmth of the sun, the bright chatter of Earth’s people and a bustling society that seemed unique to its planet.
The blonde woman pulled the thick, navy hood down, allowing the wind to ruffle the short crop of hair. A deep green gaze swept over the horizon, as she allowed the chaos nearby to draw her, surely some clue to Serenity’s location could be found there. Reaching the center point of commotion, she ignored the main event, a couple of men sword fighting. Surely they would surrender in utter defeat to her should she join the fight; the woman prided herself on her swordsmanship mastery. Granted, as an Outer Planet Guardian, she had nothing but opportunity to hone such skills, and the Space Sword was a glorious sword to master. Such frivolities weren’t of her concern today.
Off to the side, a young man in a uniform ruffled the jacket of an Earth citizen, and sent the man on his way. Approaching him, Princess Haruka cleared her throat uncomfortably, somewhat unsure of how to greet the people of Earth. Not that the art of socializing was something she possessed.
“I beg your pardon sir, I fear I have lost sight of my… friend.” The words stumbled out confidence building as her passion to locate her Princess swelled. “She’d be somewhere lovely, filled with trees and flowers.” Pausing again, collecting her thoughts, “I am terribly unfamiliar with this area, can you think of somewhere like that nearby?”
He seemed to be preoccupied, especially as the fight seemed be to be drawing to a close, it must have been the final match, as the crowd was bursting with excitement. If she could garner an answer from him, her mission would be performed beyond Queen Serenity’s expectations, a standard she’d like to uphold. She was rarely summoned by the Ruler of the Moon, but it was an honor to serve the Royal Family in all ways.
Tag: Jadiete
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Nov 3, 2014 21:41:06 GMT -5
Jadiete’s eyes met the stranger’s gaze with fire. In the periphery he could see the restlessness of the crowd. He had miscalculated in his planning and things were getting out of control. He grasped the stranger’s hand as he began moving with the crowd. “I’m not the right person to ask about lovely places.” He said, craning his neck forward to be heard.
He then put his hands outward to control the sea of people about them, carving a small path for the stranger. “Lake Kosuke is the closest body of water to this location.” He said quickly. “To the East.” He offered, waving the person to go along their way.
With a light scoff, his mind began to wander at the oddity of those questions. But, he didn’t have time for that. He had to regain order of his post.
He trusted Zoisite to deal with the King and his entourage, unplanned as their appearance was. He ran a hand through his hair flustered as he pushed through the sea of people, calming some as he rushed others to keep moving. After a time, he made it down to the main level of the arena.
He bowed his head as each of the four Generals to their place. For a time. “Kunzite, I apologize for this. I should have planned to better fortify the exits.” He said, taking responsibility for the chaos. As he followed his peer, he cleared his throat: “The King and other advisors showed up late to the match. I had to redistribute coverage in the arena.” He shrugged.
A silence wafted between the two as each divided to control patches of humanity moving on to their next location. Jadiete frowned to think of some of the later scenes of debauchery that they may need to cease after all the excitement and fervor.
“Well, shall we celebrate the Prince’s victory?” He questioned, drinking the silence with a calm sigh. “Ah, but I assume we’ll have to find him first, correct?” He scoffed slightly, realizing their charge was not within eye sight. “We can’t assume he’d go back to the palace of his own volition, can we?” He smirked.
[Tag Kunzite, Haruka]
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