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Post by kimcora on Sept 3, 2011 21:54:55 GMT -5
“Prince Cearúil, son of King Vervaine, Lord to the kingdom of Atlantica. You are charged with crimes of treason, conspiring against the crown, and murder of the highest degree…” A powerful voice thundered above Cearúil from the highest throne at the top of a jury stand made of coral that surrounded the circular room. The high ceilings of the place caused the voice to echo down to him, making the words “How do you plead to these charges?” ring hollowly throughout the room. Cearúil looked up at the origin of the voice, a somber looking Mermidian that showed his age to be past a millennium of time with his white hair and beard and cold, wise eyes. Cearúil met that intimidating stare with a narrowed eyed look of rage, his teeth gritting as he sneered at them. “For the last, damn time I’m innocent!” He snarled, trashing against the chains around his arms and neck that held him in place. His tail tried to push away from the floor so that he could get enough power to break through these bonds but it was useless. He was trapped in this place, to be looked down upon by a room of the kingdoms most honored Council, so that they may decide his fate. He gave another equally useless tug at the chains letting out a loud shout of defiance when a pair of guards, men who had once fought beside him, approached him. The room filled with sounds of murmuring, Cearúil’s cursing and the guards struggle as they tried to get a handle on him. However, the head of the council seemed unshaken by Cearúil’s lack of protocol, and simply continued to speak in a monotonous boom, “The High Council finds you guilty of your crimes. The highest degree of punishment shall be given as atonement for your crimes. He is stripped of his titles and honors and is sentenced to death in the surface world.” Cearúil’s eyes widened, and his struggled became more frantic as more guards seemed to appear out of nowhere. “This-You can’t-I didn’t do it!-“ He shouted as the hands grabbed him and started dragging him out of the Council’s chamber. No one said a word, none of their faces showed any sign of remorse as they hauled Cearúil off to the cliffs on the outskirts of the city’s walls. There the Execution Tower, a tower so tall it broke to the surface and was built by the Meru as a reminder to how treachery was dealt with. But an execution like this was rare, which explained the crowd that had gathered, Meru and Human’s wearing their specialized gill masks, alike. Time seemed to travel at an alarming rate before he was thrown into the rusted, grate cage attatched to a long chain that he couldn’t break out of despite all his fighting. Everything seemed incredibly bleak and for a moment he realized once in his life that there was no way out…he was really going to die. He pushed and pulled against the bars his tail thrashing in assistance in his attempts to get free. Before long the people bellow him seemed like specs and he could feel the water growing warmer and lighter when he reached the shallows of the surface world. He felt his panic rising as the cage broke the top of the water and slowly but surely he was out in the open air. Instantly he felt his fins shift to feet and his eyes dull as the sunlight burned into him. He was drying out, he could feel it deep down in his skin past his scales, and at a quicker rate than he did in the air pockets that surrounded the city. Sure, it would be a day or two before he would actually die, but it would be a slow and painful death. Cearúil felt his shoulders slump as he let his head fall to his chest, looking grieved as well as terrified. He thought back to earlier today, when things had seemed so much better, when he had had hoped. Then he thought back to when all this began and the sequences of event that brought him here… ~~**~~ It was a bright day in the capitol, Atlantica, a beautiful day that promised the beginnings of the spring months. It meant clear, blue, and fresh waters, a peaceful feeling about the kingdom and more days to come of prosperity. After all, the battle with the Sirens of the North had ended in a victory for Atlantica, thanks to their army’s strength and prowess and their commander Prince Cearúil. The whole palace was alive with festivities, getting ready for the large celebration in honor of their victory later that night. Everywhere servants buzzed around, prepping the palace for the royalty and citizens that would be attending the party. Most were at work in the kitchens, preparing the feast, but others still worked diligently on clean up. A human servant that had been dusting one of the gold statues standing outside the throne room, looked up from her work when she heard footsteps echoing down the halls. Her eyes widened when she took in the man clad in armor, his face beaming with a prideful smirk that everyone in the palace could distinguish. “Prince Cearúil!” She squeeked in surprise, dipping her body in a bow so quickly she got whip lash. Cearúil let out a quick chuckle at the girls reaction but didn’t pay her much mind. His business was with the men in the throne room. He pushed the double doors open, his gait purposeful as he entered upon a meeting of officials with the king. On normal circumstances such a thing would have been a major insult, but Cearúil was no normal circumstance. The whole room, once silent, was now roaring with conversation only to be silenced by the King rising. The King straightened as Cearúil bowed slightly to him, his soldiers behind him dropping to their knees. “Everyone, we’ll continue this at a later date. Leave us.” The King said, and instantly the men of power were to their feet and making their way out the door. When the room had cleared out, the king turned his gaze back to Cearúil. “Rise my son.” The King said, a smile appearing on his dry lips, “This celebration after all is for your acheivements.”Cearúil smiled at the praise from his father, though he had anticipated it. After all, he was the best warrior in the kingdom, even better than the Crown Prince himself, his older brother Daire. The knowledge elated Cearúil, made him feel the rays of pride warm his core. He didn’t harbor any hate towards Daire of course, they were brothers after all. He just wished to prove a point. A point that even though he was not Crown Prince, he could still do better. That he was fit to have that title. “Thank you father. But, I am honored to serve you and our people.” Cearúil said just as his mother, the Queen, rose from her throne and hurried over to her son. “Cearúil you’re home!” She cooed, hugging him close to her for a long moment before she pulled away to get a better look at him. “Oh my, you’ve got another mark.” She let her fingers lightly trace the tattoed mark that crawled up from his neck to the side of his face. “My son, a hero.” She whispered then gave into a giggle before hugging him again. “Yes, mother its nice to see you as well.” He said, squirming in her grip till she had to let him go before he looked to his father. “Where is Daire?”“Your brother is off with the Council, speaking of the plans to be made for the future of our city. He has been busy with preparations since you’ve been gone.” Cearúil nodded slightly and his mother let out a sigh. “You’ll see him later tonight. But for now, you must get ready for the festivities.” She said and the King gave a quick nod of agreement. Cearúil looked at his parents and then at the throne room around him. The sight was nostalgic, calming to him. “I’ll meet up with you later. I have a few things to take care of till then.” He watched them leave, waiting for the sound of the door shutting, before he gave a sigh. He turned on his heels and walked to the throne. He flopped down onto the large regal seat of gold, his legs draped over one side in a lounging sort of way. The throne felt confortable a perfect place for him….that he knew he could never have. Refusing to dwell on bad thoughts when he was in such a good mood, he looked out the large arched windows of the round open water throne room. The force field of air that kept the water away was invisible, leaving a magical flow to the water that surrounded him on all sides. It was peaceful, enough so that he felt his lack of sleep catching up with him. His eyes shut and soon he was fast asleep, listening to the lull of the waves. He didn’t look like a prince at the moment; in fact he looked more like a common soldier snoozing on the king’s throne, an easy mistake to be made for anyone passing by…. (((Lol *hint hint* Gosh I don’t like being so obvious but had to leave some kind of opening if someone wants to take it. This is kind of past leading to present progression story. Right now it’s starting from the past, hence the second half of the post. As far as a character goes, you can create any character(s), any gender but between three classifications Human, Meru, or Mermidian. Information about each is in my character bio underneath OTHER. It’s open to everyone and however many people want to join. If you want to join go ahead and have fun, just provide the character bio. Happy postin!))
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Post by vamperious on Sept 5, 2011 13:18:27 GMT -5
On his rounds he sighed as he watched the people pass by, not really noticing them. The prince had gone off to talk to the king. He wasn't in too much of a mood to listen to talk. Walking by the thrown room he just happened to glance into the room and saw a solider sleeping in the kings' royal thrown his dark armor stick out against the bright gold. He let his mind's voice echo around the room it calling tot eh water-it penetrated the beerier. It sat in fat stacks of swirling razor waves- it began at a clam slow pace till he raised his hand- it began to swirl at a turbo speed and turned tot he intruder. Who was about to be woken up in a very unpleasant manor. "At attention Meru!" he said as it echoed from the water stacks. The water approaching Cearúil, the Mermidian got a sick smile on his face.
BIO: Name: Vin 'Swirl water' Vero Age: very old, appears to be around 20 Race: Mermidians Sexuality: Straight
Description:Has long red hair, unusual for sea dewling creatures of old. Pale skin, handsome, quick Liquid black eyes. Muscular, fit, thin framed. Hated shirts they feel too restricting so he wears an open jacket usually. His tail is a dark black with little ripples of red in it. Keeps a katana on his hit at all times- including when he is sleeping.
Personality:Vin is a very protective being. He is old so he is wise in the way of battle. He observes to the extent of knowing about the spider under the thrown. Liking a good fight that is evenly matched he never finds a worthy one so he doesn't humor them- he kills quickly. Liking to be left in silence he avoids large groups unless killing is the object.
History: He was a loner in the wide ocean until the Siren-Mer war began a few years ago- he of course came out of his wanderings to help the Mer side win- they all gave him weird looks and treated him like he was a bomb ready to go off- since he technically was. the royal family took him on as a guard on the Kings personal shift. he was good there, he also liked to observe the humans as they stood next to the barrier as they reflected. He liked watching the reflections so he decided to stay in the populated area. Confusing many and making many military personnel angry at his presents since they can't advance when he is taking all the important jobs as well as showing them all up- the only one he hasn't been showing up was the prince- since he was the the warrior prince's body guard. He killed the last one since he was plotting against him.
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Post by kimcora on Sept 6, 2011 16:55:54 GMT -5
Cearúil grumbled in his sleep something unintelligible before tilting his head in the direction of the disturbance. He at first only acknowledged the blurr of water with a bleary eyed look of apathy. Till of course he realized that it was heading straight for him in a frenzied cyclone. "Shit." Cearúil hissed, swinging his legs up and over the side of the throne so that he landed in a little less than graceful roll on the hard floor. He slid to a stop catching himself in a crouch, his left hand drawing the ornate dagger at his waist. His eyes wide and excited for a conflict, they darted in the direction of the water than had come at him. To his surprise it was a Mermidian that was responisble for the attack. Cearúil stood, his grip still firm on the dagger as he looked him over. He wore royal colors, a sign that he was one of the king's most trusted guardians. There were very few Mermidian's his father associated with, so it wasn't much of a shock that Cearúil found this one familiar, possibly from his days at war. He lowered the dagger as he took on a cocky smirk. "That was rather cold... It's rude to attack a sleeping man, don't you think, Mermidian?" He said, his eyes narrowing slightly in half annoyance and sarcasm. He didn't take kindly to someone waking him so rudely, but he knew better than to take his father's guards lightly. After all he'd fought with most of them before, and he knew they were powerful though Mermidian's were a different story. Though that didn't mean he would take being talked to like a commoner. He would put this Mermidian in his place if thing's got any worse. He was itching for a fight anyways, after a long days travel back to the palace.
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Post by vamperious on Sept 7, 2011 9:01:37 GMT -5
Vin looked at him, his red hair swirling in the air currents that the water's swirling were forcing back, he had been advancing towards the thrown til the man woke up and jumped-rolling to a little further area and smirking. Seeing him lower his dagger he looked a little closer at him- but the voice hit home. He put his hands down and instead of the water hitting the floor it was sucked back threw the barrier. Leaving an now empty thrown room before them both. The silence rang a bit from the loud swirling pools to a silent air of tenseness. "Well, If it isn't the warrior prince...My apologize. I thought you were a guard-slacking on his royal duty to protect the royal family." Bowing his head but not his body, in apology. Mermidians' never bowed to anything that wasn't their own species- they thought it was highly insulting for them to have to bow to half breeds or even human scum. He stood there looking just behind the prince studying his refection such as how the dagger glittered as a light passed under the water and it gave a faint glow as well as his silhouette and how it changed colors as well. He was always fascinated with reflections. Letting his actual glance meet the prince's eye he gave him a nod, for him to know he wouldn't attack him again as any warrior would know.
((BTW my other chary will be part in a little bit- I gotta get to a good part lol))
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Post by kimcora on Sept 7, 2011 15:34:05 GMT -5
Cearúil’s shoulders laxed when the Mermidian nodded to him, a common signal he was used to by now. He was also on Cearúil’s better side for referring to him by his title, something he esteemed himself highly on. He put the dagger away taking in Vin’s appearance once more before he sighed. “I guess it is rather dull compared to the king’s armor.” He muttered before his smirk fell a little. “It’s no surprise my father has such honorable men still around here. Though your face seems more familiar than most of guards. Perhaps we met before…” He said, then gave a stretch of his arms behind his head. Every guard chosen to work for the palace was hand selected after all for their skill. It didn’t come as a shock that they would take the initiative to deal with slackers. ‘As of now, I’m no better than a guard slacking. I still have to go and prepare for this stupid event later tonight.’ He thought and was fully against it, he didn’t like big events. None of the glitz and glamour of their society appealed to him. He only wanted to live the way he preferred, not at the other end of petty cocktail chats and high society protocol. Luckily it would be in the open water in the large open water ball room, since it was gathering of Meru, the Council and even some of the most respected Mermidians. It would be easier to escape such an event quicker in such a setting, giving a bit more linience for even attending in the first place.
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Post by vamperious on Sept 7, 2011 20:47:55 GMT -5
Looking at him with blank face he thought about where he was familiar from then a smirk came over him as he remembered the blood bath. "We met on the Battle field sir. I was in the archery unit- in the past war I believe it was the battle of The Great Barrier. I helped you take out a rather large Calvary unit. You said you would achieve victory with such conviction so I fought with you-rather than just letting you die...You fight well for a Meru."Looking him over once more he smiled then, "Armor is just a material it doesn't matter who wears it- Its how you wear it." He turned but stopped as he saw a refection coming down the hallway of a girl. She was pretty with her hair down, as the air currents swirled around. Her eyes were reflection off the water barrier like little jewels. Vin cocked his head to the side as he was fascinated with this for the time. As she passed by she looked into the room and saw the two of them. She bowed low to both of them and a smile appeared on her red lips. "Are you going to the ball?" She asked in a soft voice. The girl was curious as to who they were, interred by the warrior feel tot he room as both of them gave off that aura.
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Post by kimcora on Sept 8, 2011 14:29:08 GMT -5
When the Mermidian turned from him, Cearúil took it as they were done speaking. It was interesting that he hadn’t remembered his face, he usually made a point to remember the face of men he respected. Those that really captured interest for what was in their hearts in a sense. But that was for another day to concern himself with. If he was lucky enough he could still get in a good swim before he was forced in the monkey suit for the public. That was of course till footsteps come from behind him and turned to look at the girl that approached. She had a fair face, a nice complexion, long dark hair and vivid eyes that stood out with the pairing of her red lips. He admitted that she was quite lovely but he wasn’t in the mood for this. ‘Then again..this is a reason to be running fashionably late.’ He rolled his eyes at the human terminology and looked to her with a small raise of one eyebrow. “Regretably, yes.” He answered her giving her a fleeting look as if his mind was completely elsewhere. “And my guess is you’ll also be there, miss..?” He said though he didn't have a name to go by for her.
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Post by vamperious on Sept 9, 2011 11:40:57 GMT -5
Cocking her head a bit to the side she smiled at him," Regrettably? Don't you like grand balls that are being hosted in the great Warrior princes' honor?"Vin looked at her and smiled," It is a great honor to go, however I'm guesting your eyes have never seen what war was like- am I correct?" She looked at The man with red hair. Pursing her lips she put on another smile, looking back at the other boy. "No, would you rather scare a pretty woman with the tides of war? It's Miss Marie Bellsario..."
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Post by kimcora on Sept 9, 2011 19:07:05 GMT -5
Cearúil looked at Marie, his smirk returning. She made a good assessment, the party was technically in his honor, but not without honoring the men who served in this cause. Cearúil may esteem his abilities highly, but he knew better than to disregard the strength of his men. He may have been a mind and had a hand in the victory but it was the man power that was the driving force behind the Siren’s defeat…And it was that fact alone that this may have been one victory for the people, but one very small for him. He folded his arms, now interested by Vin’s comment about war and her own response. Scared, the people didn’t need to feel that way when he was in charge of protecting them. Her response and that thought left a chuckle in his voice as he said, rather amused, “I believe that is the case for most of the citizens, Miss Bellsario.” He said, giving a small shrug. “But I also believe that parties are rather boring, just a boast to our society rather than for our pride.” He said, though feeling his own pride at a job well done still boiling in his blood. He realized that suddenly his thoughts made him feel annoyed, almost as much as they did remind him that he had no choice but to sit through something like this very soon. “Then again, that isn’t quite fair to say to someone looking forward to the event. My apologies.” He said though he didn’t sound sorry at all for speaking his mind.
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Post by vamperious on Sept 10, 2011 16:16:56 GMT -5
Lips still pursed, she looked at the other man, obviously a Meru from his appearance unlike the Ancient one. His unusual eyes and hair gave him away but also his presents. "Well, My brother was lost to the war, I'm hoping to honor him in this way. I know the rules of war and how they are run from our history. I was a child born of the surface. I know their history and ours. Its a very bloody yet awe inspiring affair, I will agree it is less exciting then this ball I'm sure." Vin smiled at her words, knowing that war was more entertaining then this party was but it was enough to get him through the evening back into the city. After having only the royal's to talk to he was getting bored. "Would one of you gentlemen want to escort me to the ball this evening?" She asked as he took a step out of the room, making like she was wanting to leave. Sher still had a lot of things to do before the ball. her dress and hair and make up would take hours, so she had to get a head start. Vin smiled and looked a the prince," Well sir?"
((he doesn't have too- Vin can do it I just left it open 4 u in case you might lol))
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Post by kimcora on Sept 10, 2011 21:58:06 GMT -5
(Lol since you offered I shall. It would make for some chuckles later. Omg soooo long. Sorry, sorry I got carried away.)
‘Well, what?’ Cearúil wanted to retort, but kept his mouth shut. He mulled over the thought looked her over again and realized this might be an interesting venture. After all it wasn’t common for a girl of the palace to just walk up to a man she hardly knew and leave an open invitation for him. She was attractive and besides, it would be funny to see the look on Daire’s face if he did show up with someone. The last idea was the seller of the idea, it made him smile to himself and give her a small inclination, not enough to be a bow. “If would allow me to Miss Bellsario . I’d have loved to ask you more properly, but I must leave. I’ll see you tonight, a bit after the music begins in the ball room.” He said before turning on his heels and walking off towards the interior of the palace. ~~~ Time seemed to pass slower than Cearúil had first anticipated, something he couldn’t stand. He had always been impatient, especially with petty things he found unimportant. Things such as the protocol in which a prince must live by in this place and the need for constant supervision. He rarely got a moment to himself it seemed. There was always a servant hanging around or a guard posted at his door. Even when he was out of the bath and had pulled on the pants he had intended to wear, a servant girl was already ushering him to a new set of clothes, be it that she was blushing brightly and left to the adjoining bathroom to grab a few things so he could at least get dressed properly. He sighed when she left, pulling on the clothes despite his annoyed look. Normally he would have ignored the servant girl, done what he wanted and walked out of the room without another thought. But this time things were a bit different. It had been two years since he had been back in the palace atmosphere, a big shift for him from life on a battle field to being back to the old days. And besides, this would be the first time in months he was really going to spend with his family. His older brother would be troubled if he didn’t act properly today…
Cearúil gave a ‘hmph’ at the thought as he fidgeted with one of the buttons adorning the sleeveless black blue shirt that have a silvery trim and detail to it (It looks kinda like the outfits you would see in the manga Meru Puri. You know the all almost Arabic but fantasy quality clothes. Lol casual but detailed and refined enough to be formal)
‘Daire couldn’t have changed much…probably still the same stupid older brother I left.’ He felt his smile returning only to have it disappear when he was swarmed by the servants again. It was like listening to a cat being thrown in water with the fit he was pitching over their constant worrying and flitsing with his clothes and jewelry, to the point they finally gave up and let him storm off from the room in a foul mood, his mood only worsening when he realized he was feeling particularly dry at the moment.. ~~~
“Ladies and Gentelmen of Atlantica, esteemed members of the High Council of Old,” A wiry human servant, wearing a specialized gill mask called out to the audience of waiting people. All were gathered together and turned in his direction to watch the event begin, “I give you the King and Queen of Atlantica.” He bowed and took a step back allowing The King and Queen to enter from a sectional covered by a large cloth in the underwater ball room into the room of high vaulted ceilings, colored with the different blown glasses and rare gems casting an odd auraish light on the half fish people in this special room. The ball room was designed so that as soon as you stepped down from the platform type area of air, where the food and a separate dancing area was set off for later, you then entered another area that was separated by a massive arched entrance, that led into the water filled ball room. In a way the design seemed to be so divided for those who couldn’t breathe air or water, but quite the contrary it provided free mobility for all, just enough space that was visible from all angles that no one ever really was left out from the festivities. ((Okay picture like two circular rooms practically side by side, one covered by a large water fall type effect that is totally full of water *for Mermidians and Meru who prefer the water* and also a waterless ballroom that looks the same just without water *for human guests or Meru.*. In the center is a large coming off of those two is another room *also waterless, that holds the entrance, a stage type platform and the food *mermidian’s usually don’t eat human food out of custom*))
The King and Queen stood right before that entrance into the water, their human like forms clearly visible to their subjects that watched them. The people gave a bowing gesture with their fist over their hearts, a sign of great respect, and the King gave them all a small nod. “People of our kingdom, we have come here to celebrate not only the valor of our men in combat against our longtime enemies of the North, but also to welcome back a Prince that has proven himself once again as a protector of the pride of all Atlantian’s. I present to you Prince Cearúil.” Cearúil let his name hang in the air for a moment, taking his steps from the cloth covered entrance, with an air of complete confidence and forward pride. When he came to rest beside his family he welcomed the cheers of the people with a self-confident smile, giving a small bow as etiquette required him to. “I also would like to welcome, another hero to our fair home, one that has been restoring our city to its previous infamy, Crown Prince Daire.” The instant the name left his father’s lips, Cearúil felt the static form in his body as his eyes darted to the opening behind him.
The room seemed to ease into complete awe, of course for none other than his older brother. They were all captivated by him, entering in the room so quietly and fluidly he seemed to even float on the land as in the water. Even his expression was perfect, calm and put together with the slightest of smiles that seemed to hold the most warmth. When he reached his place at the King’s right hand, the people bowed forward in respect to him, not with their fists over their heart like for the King but a respectful gesture all the same.
“Now, let the celebration begin.” Instantly the music began after his words drowning out the cheers and clapping of the people that fell into a party scene. Cearúil took that moment of pause between everything to turn to Daire. The two stared each other down for a moment, before Daire’s smile grew and he took the first step to close the distance between them.
“Cearúil , long time no see.” He said, hugging Cearúil , “Ah but, This can’t be you little brother. You look so tough.” Daire laughed, pulling away from Cearúil to look him over. “Same goes for you Daire. You look so old.” Cearúil quipped and Daire gave a chuckle. Cearúil even felt a smile coming to his features at Daire’s laugh and even joined him after a moment’s pause. “Yes well, after dealing with the Ancients for so long, they must have rubbed off on me.” Cearúil gave a small nod, “But thanks to you I have the freedom tonight to enjoy myself. It seems like forever since we’ve had anything fun to do around here.”
“Well enjoy it, brother. But I must leave you for now.”
“And go where?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrow.
“To escort a guest.” At Cearúil’s words Daire blinked. He seemed almost shocked, his eyes wide and his lips drown in a surprised frown.
“Well, this is new. I thought you found the women of the courts annoying.” He then sighed, “But I guess it’s true, people change Daire, as do their interests.” Daire smiled slightly at him, though Cearúil could sense something underneath Daire’s words. It was just the faintest hint of something, that was gone as quickly as it had been shown, disappearing from his voice as he changed the subject. “Well I hope to meet her before the night is over…”
Cearúil shook his head but a smile betrayed his good mood as he walked into the open water ball room. It always felt nice to talk with his older brother, something he had oddly missed while away. Despite their differences, the brothers were actually very close something that both prided and no one outside their family quite understood. But Cearúil didn’t wish to think about bonds at the moment, he just wanted to flirt a little then leave and enjoy the rest of his night without this annoying disturbance. When he set foot into the water he shifted instantly, the shirt staying but in a blur his legs shifted to a tail. Like “magic” of course when he stepped from the water again his legs would return still clothed, as many of the humans had always wondered. He found Marie off to the side of ball room her dress glowing under the moonlight that pierced through the ballrooms ceiling.
“Well Miss Bellsario, you look quite amazing...” He offered her instead of a hello. She should by now if she hadn’t already, realized he was one of the princes and knew that they were on two very different levels. ~~~ Daire watched his brother disappear into the water and felt a small smile coming to him. “You’re still the same little brother.” He said, rather relieved by the thought before he was pulled to the side by a Meru official to talk to a couple people relaxing on the air breather side of the room.
((Alrighty party party. You're open to jump in Elfy! Also since the way the place is set up you can chose to either have everyone in the open ocean area or the air area.))
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 11, 2011 1:01:01 GMT -5
Deep breath, count to three. Ready Set Go
A soft announcement rang throughout the adjoining ballrooms; the entertainment was beginning if any should wish to watch. Niamh was the first to go, her odd dancing style seeming fitting for a party to celebrate a war won. The Blue Sun, her stage name, fitting as she walked out in a medley of blue and gold, her top nothing more covering than a swimsuit top, blue with golden charms hanging off of it. Her bottoms long flowing golden skirt that was cut at the hip with blue gems dangling from her hips. A blue veil covered her face, underneath of her eyes, causing their color to pop as a vivid deep and dark blue. Long blue hair, golden strands intertwined, fell over her shoulders as she started with a bow, an odd looking amulet falling away from her neck.
Striking her beginning pose, she held a thin bladed sword out strait, caressing it with her other hand. A chord of strings rang out before the sound of drums came and she began. Slow at first, her body moved with the beat. As of now she had feet, staying in the aired ballroom for the beginning. Perfect timing, moving the blade in what was considered very good form. As the music sped up, so did Niamh.
Her body twisted and rolled, moving the blade faster, exhilaration piling in her body though her eyes stayed serious and composed. The beat of the drum rocking through her body, she made her way through the portal and into the oceanic ballroom. Her dance didn't slow, in fact it sped up even as her legs shifted into a dark blue and gold tail. Her motions made it seem as though she was in a beautiful battle, spinning the blade and pausing, bending down and snapping back up. It was a mixture of martial arts and dancing, perfectly melded to create something unique.
Hips moving now, she seemed to be in her own world. It was sexy in a way, a women dancing the way she was with a blade, however it was obvious that she knew how to use it as well. This was not something she had been taught to do, but rather something she had done herself; it was something she enjoyed.
As the music suddenly stopped, Niamh seemed to float to the floor, blade outstretched in hand. The thin gills on her sides pumped furiously now as she breathed deeply, a thin smile on her covered face. She hoped people had enjoyed it as she had enjoyed preforming it. Dancing gave her such excitement, it calmed her and made her feel elated at the same time. It could make her happy after having a horrible day.
Standing up, she bowed to the crowed and then walked off the stage. She could now go and enjoy the party as she wished. Putting on a more appropriate top, she removed her veil and put her hair up into a simple knot. She looked almost completely different though her tail gave her away, the deep blue with shimmering patterns of gold laced through it wasn't a very common trait. Her eyes surveyed the crowed as she entered the main festivities, everyone chatting or watching the new performers on stage. Of course the music now was intended for others to dance as well, if they wished.
Making her way towards the outer edge of the party, she sat on a rock, her deep eyes surveying everyone else. She wasn't a huge fan of loud affairs unless it had to do with music or fighting. She was used to shouting and the sounds that seemed to come from nature itself. The water was warm this evening, her eyes bright, though her face not smiling, she leaned back and looked towards the . From where they were you could barely see the light from the sky. Her favorite times of the day were sunrise and sunset, when the water was tranquil and the fish came out looking like beautiful sparkling gems floating throughout the wide ocean.
((Little disappointed in this post but oh well. This is kinda what her sword movement looks like And her dancing it kind of like mixing belly dancing and martial arts....Hope this is alright I can change it if I need to.))
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Post by vamperious on Sept 12, 2011 10:14:43 GMT -5
Her dress was a pale Green but her dress had black lace to make it stand out, the low cut neckline was just for an attention grabber. Her mother insisted. She wore Opals on her ears and around her throat, making them glow from the moonlight. She had been reclining against he wall in the water ball room, Her parents not in attendance of his ball, they back at the apartment keeping calm as their daughter went to her second ball, it was like the first day of school all over again. Before she looked at at her name she had a smirk on her face ," Why hello Prince Cearúil...Its lovely for you to accepted my offer. Its my pleasure to be escorted by a prince of such reputation and standards." She said with a smirk and a low bow. Knowing she was on a totally different level then what she first thought, but she could change that if she tried hard enough. Vin come into the ball room with Prince Daire, he was assigned to escort him till he left on his own accord. Meaning he could stay and follow him till he joined the party then he was released for the evening. When he was introduced and completely entered the ball room to talk to his brother, a little smile slid on to his face. He loved being social-especially in a room full of mirrored surfaces. How ever one in particular caught his eye. In a swirl of Blue and gold he was transfixed on it till his eyes found the real source. It was a dancer with a deadly blade in her hands. Taking a step closer out of fascination he watched her move with the beat, Each bladed thrust or swirl was made with precise yet deadly accuracy. This made his smile a bit more now but as he watched hill her legs switched form into a tail he noticed she was a Meru with a very unusual color link to that of a Mermidian, like himself. His own suit was a white like a shell and his tail a black however, he had a swirl of water around his tail so he could travel out into the air section-if only for a short time-he got too dry. Watching her till she came to a stop and went back off stage, she eventually emerged in a slightly different attire- how ever her tail gave her away. Approaching her he straightened up is face to get the smirk off of it and nodded to her, " Hello, I enjoyed your performance earlier. I am Vin Vero." He brushed his red hair our of his face as it was starting to float there. He hated it when his hair got into his face.
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Post by kimcora on Sept 12, 2011 21:16:10 GMT -5
(wait is she not a meru? They can breathe underwater, hense the gills) Cearúil noticed her smirk and smiled himself. She was such a proper thing, not a surprise to him but rather a take for him that he was to get used to this again. When she came back up from her bow he shrugged, unable to help his enjoyment of the complement. He however didn’t let it go completely to his head or at least not yet. “That’s very kind of you, but as my guest you don’t have to be left bobbing up and down like that. Just enjoy yourself.” He said, oddly enough probably the nicest thing to come out of his muddled thoughts at the moment. He was thinking about a lot at the moment, wondering just quite Daire meant by his words about changing… He blinked when he realized the music picked up tempo and a dancer had taken center stage. He watched the dance and felt his own fascination peeked at the way she danced using the sword. It was like a warrior’s dance, the still containing the delicate air of a woman with a deadly precision in each move. It was interesting. When the music stopped and the Meru gave a bow everyone clapped, even Cearúil was inclined to clap. When she left he looked back to Marie for a moment actually feeling like asking her more about herself. After all if he was to be around her for the remainder of the evening he had to get along with her right? “So, now that you know who I am..What’s your story? Your parent’s in the government? Or do you just find these celebrations interesting enough to show up for?” He asked, as the people around them milled around to get back to their social circles or to start in the dance. ~~~ Diare was caught in the official's story, or so he seemed. He was always hard to read, most people just assumed his emotions depending on whatever his expression showed which was most always content with the right amount of compassion is places where it was needed. That was the face of politics after all, since it was a dangerous game he played. "And then I said, the funding for the projects in the city for the beutification agencies was seriously lacking. Perhaps you could put in a good work for my administration." 'Of course, there is always something...' He smiled pleasantly and nodded. "Of course anything I can do to help the citizens of Atlantica." The official looked overjoyed at his response and went back into his rant. Daire internally sighed and glaced to the side so that he may look on at the rest of the party. Something caught his eye, a quick flicker. He blinked and there in his periphrial vision he saw a beautiful woman walking into the crowd, her long green grey hair falling to the floor as she walked. She turned to him, her silvery eyes crinkling at the corners with her humorous smile before she disappeared. For some reason...that smile sent a shiver up his spine shaking him so that he lost his smile. The aristocrat blinked at him and apologized with a panicked bow, and instantly Daire eased his worry, telling him it wasn't his fault, that he thought he saw someone he remembered...
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 12, 2011 23:23:26 GMT -5
Niamh's tranquil setting was thrown away as a presence approached and then spoke, a male by the sound of it. Thick lashed eyes, her orbs the color of the deepest oceans; like dark blue mirrors they turned towards the complementing male named Vin Vero. A soft little smile formed on her full pink lips as she shifted her body to face the new comer. Looking him over, she saw that he was a meridian, though oddly enough with bright locks of red hair. Very intriguing to her.
"Well thank you, Vin Vero." Niamh responded, her voice soft but confident, a coy lilt when she spoke the red haired mermidian's name. "I am Niamh, it makes me happy to meet someone who enjoyed my performance." She added, leaning her head down some so that the few blue and golden strands of hair fell off of her shoulders. The corner of a tattoo was visible on the base of her neck, the foot of something bight, the colorful tip of a cloud as well. However, her shimmering gold locks covered most of the mark that would announce her as a member of assassins family. Most people didn't know what the mark meant though, only higher ups in the military and government were aware of the deadly prowess though, Vin shouldn't have been able to recognize what the tattoo was of just from the small glimpse. After all, it wasn't as though Niamh was here to kill anyone.
"What brings you to this party?" Tail flicking slightly in the warm water she questioned him, a bit intrigued by the mermidian's presence. Most mermidians, at least the ones she met, didn't come up to meru or humans to strike up an idle conversation unless they had caught the old ones attention. thelast time that had happened hadn't been bad for Niamh, however each meridian had a distinct personality. She just hoped his fascination wasn't incredibly lingering. Niamh was in no way ready to go about having her little secret found out. She wasn't sure what the majority of the population would think of a meru who couldn't shift without the use of a magical amulet and she didn't particularly want it to found out. Subconsciously, she fingers the amulet around her neck, thinking that the way Vin's hair was floating was rather attractive. Though she brushed that out of her mind, and let go of the amulet that the old female meridian had made for her so long ago. If it wasn't for it, Niamh's genetic mutation would have been found out years ago.
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