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actually earning their crowns could help us out when the plot is lacking. Idk how they earn them but it could be a interesting side plot if things get slow.
"Past or future... let them be."
Really? Come to think of it, I don’t know where I got it. It’s not really a common phrase where I grew up. XD
But hey, if bats aren’t a good description of mildly erratic feelings frustrated madness, I don’t know what is.
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I’m posting here to knock this back up to the top of the forum. It’s been little while, but I think we have a good setup if anyone feels like continuing the story. 🙃
Sorry to leave Wilhelm hanging! This must be remedied
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Ah! Yes, poor thing.
I can bring him into the food area if I need to. I think he’s very lost at the moment.
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For context, this character is basically this roleplay’s version of an NPC. That’s not the right word, but I can’t be bothered to think of a better one. 😛 He’s part of the world itself and isn’t from any of my stories.
Remington
It was a fine night for a student to explore the school grounds by himself – which was exactly why Remington was not going to be alone.
To be alone was to be a loner. Who wanted that? Of course, there were people who didn’t know what they truly wanted or needed. And they needed a little help.
Footsteps echoed on stone steps. Someone was going upstairs instead of heading for the dining room. Perhaps this unknown young man was a little out of sorts.
Remington quickly put on a smile, knowing full well that his huge, bright teal eyes could shock anyone into stopping in their tracks. He trotted down the stairwell and – sure enough – there was a surprised face in his way.
“Well, well! Wilhelm Kemp, isn’t it? You’re out of bounds!” Remington laughed, dimples twinkling as he suddenly grasped Wilhelm’s hand. “You ought to be in the dining room! You know – strutting up a storm with that group that arrived earlier this morning. I must say, what are you doing all alone? Don’t tell me you’re lost?”
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Moth smiled at Lois’ reprimand, and returned to his seat as the conversation moved elsewhere. He continued eating, head bowed, and listened carefully. It was probably best not to be outspoken.
Alhoth. Linmaus. Neither of those places sounded familiar. He glanced at Lois, one hand idly flicking in the air as he spoke. “Do you like your home?”
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Lois
“I suppose so.” Lois tilted his head slightly to the side. He hadn’t really thought about it before. “It’s… Well, I don’t have anywhere else to compare it to, do I? I’m content.” He adjusted his glasses and politely asked Moth where he was from in an attempt to keep himself from slipping into a thoughtful silence.
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Remington sounds fun. I am probably too tired to be doing this but here goes lol.
Wilhelm
“I…” He swallowed back whatever words were forming on his tongue. The stranger was an impressive figure, cheerful and domineering. His eyes almost glowed in their intense suavety. Wilhelm squared his shoulders. “Then what should I say? Merely out for a stroll in the stairwell?”
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intense suavety
That’s a pretty good choice of words, I must say
Remington
Remington brandished his free arm in the air, his excessively laced sleeve waving about. His jacket, also laced, was cobweb gray, and helped him blend in when he needed to. It was also fashionable. That, the holy aim of all clothing, had no choice but to be a fact.
“I don’t know what I expected you to say.” Remington’s laugh was shriller than a squeaky door hinge. “But a stairwell is not the place for exercise in the late evening. The squealing floorboards will wake everyone up!”
It was a stone stairwell.
Remington realized this and took no more time. He hooked Wilhelm’s arm in his and began trotting down the steps. “We must go to dinner. Now – Wilhelm, my dear friend – or shall I call you Kemp? It is fun to call people by their last names. Kemp! Heehee! Hear how satisfying that is? You have important goals tonight and tomorrow. The friends you make will influence the rest of your year. You must. Make. Good. Friends. Will you promise that? Society is such an important part of our lives, you know. You must consider everybody’s titles and put yourself in good standing with the right people. Aim for the kids with the gold buttons, I always say. Do you like soufflé?”
He said everything so quickly, that Wilhelm could not interject until the end.
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“I come from a land with no sun. I passed through a cave into a place called the United Kingdom. We didn’t take the land from the humans on purpose; it just sort of happened.”
There wasn’t much else to say before Moth had to think about Faerie Land – and thinking about Faerie Land always hurt his head.
“Do you have a family?” he asked curiously.
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Thanks. 😁 Remington is an interesting character. Likeable but also disturbing lol.
Wilhelm
Was this boy a lunatic? Wilhelm tried to draw his dagger, deeply regretting that his more impressive weapons were in his room, but the stranger kept dragging him on too quickly for Wilhelm to coordinate his own movements. That might have been for the best, he remembered after a minute. Knifes usually escalated situationsn. Wilhelm caught the stair railing for balance, and held on for dear life as they when on and on down the stairs.
“Who are you? And what is soufflé? He gasped at the first opportunity. His head spun, although be wasn’t sure if it was from the stairwell or the stranger’s tirade.
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Was this boy a lunatic? Wilhelm tried to draw his dagger
XD That’s the perfect reaction
This character is sort of shallow but really wants to help out new students, so he’s very useful when we need him
Remington
“I am Remington LaCreux. You may call me Remington. Just Remington.” The young man’s expression softened. Poor Wilhelm, so unsure and naive. “Don’t worry. Just because you don’t know what a soufflé is, doesn’t mean you won’t be accepted by high society.”
He paused. “Well… That’s a lie. It’s very, very important to know these things. But you have me. So you’re basically set for life.”
He went on to explain what a soufflé was – gesturing emphatically with his free hand. He yanked Wilhelm into the dining hall.
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*helpless dolphin noises* I love this.
Wilhelm
Remington. Lacreux. Lacough. Lacoo. Just Remington, Remington, Remington. Wilhelm nodded vaguely.
“Don’t worry.” Remington went on, beaming benevolence. “Just because you don’t know what a soufflé is, doesn’t mean you won’t be accepted by high society.”
A pause. Wilhelm trapped and would have gone hurtling down to the rapidly appearing bottom of the steps but for Remington’s iron grip on his cote sleeve. The stranger boy went on, undisturbed.
“Well… That’s a lie.” Black dots were dancing in the corner of Wilhelm’s vision. “It’s very, very important to know these things.” Wilhelm blinked them away. Remington was still talking. “But you have me. So you’re basically set for life.”
“For life?” Wilhelm squeaked. His body was beginning to warm up to the unexpected exercise. If only his shoes would stop slipping out from under him, he might have been able to gather his wits. Remington didn’t seemed to notice his question, however, and began describing some sort of desert.
A soufflé. Remington was describing a soufflé. Soft, fluffy, egg stuff. It sounded fairy-made. Not that Wilhelm believed in fairies.
They reached the bottom of the stairs. Wilhelm had survived without breaking his neck. He let out a breath of relief.
That breath was torn from him as Remington jerked him into an entirely different direction, right through a doorway.
It was the dining hall. The two boys stood by the door a moment, Remington obviously looking for something. Wilhelm saw an empty chair and would have made for it, but at that moment Remington’s face lit up.
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Hehehehehe 😁 Poor Wilhelm. So much information in so little time.
Remington
Remington lit up. Across the room stood a group of richly attired young noblemen. They were all laughing very hard about something – it didn’t matter what. They looked perfect.
“See those guys?” Remington hissed in Wilhelm’s ear. “They’re probably talking about hunting or politics. We have to talk to them. Come on.”
He pulled Wilhelm. Wilhelm, however, didn’t budge. The boy seemed to be bracing himself for a sudden bout of dizziness, his feet firmly planted on the floor. He gave Remington the faintly reproachful look of a child forced to play his new piano piece in front of his parents’ friends.
“Tsk tsk.” Remington got behind his new protege and shoved him, inch by inch, into the group. “This – is – good for you!”
It was! Couldn’t Wilhelm see that? He just needed a little push.
One of the princes saw them coming. It was instantly obvious that this prince was the group’s leader. Something about his smile was gentle and carnivorous, like a dozing wolf. He stood tall – taller than almost everyone – and his blue jacket and eyes shone as bright as a clear sky. His heels clicked sharply on the floor, gold metallic against marble.
He beamed and lifted his glass. “Hey! Look what the cat dragged in. Who is this?”
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REMINGTON. NOOOO. XD
Wilhelm
For a moment, he was too overcome with horror to do anything more than resist Remington’s barbaric friendliness. If Wilhelm had been a cat, his tail would have dwarfed all former levels of panic, and his claws would be making inroads into the marble floor.
“Nein, nein, nein.” He hissed under his breath. But denial didn’t make the situation suddenly reverse. They were approaching the stranger’s whether he wanted to or not.
The leader of the new group turned to look at him. He was a tower of refinement and prestige. A veritable paragon of cold-blooded aristocracy. Even his voice was polished.
Wilhelm allowed himself one moment to close his eyes and sigh the deepest, most frustrated sigh he had yet. Beside this princling, he felt like a mut off the streets. His cote and hair were rumpled from his race down the stairs. He hoped there were no cobwebs on his sleeves.
Then he imagined his father would think of him calling himself a cur. Well, it was unthinkable. His spine straightened. What if, instead of lanky Wilhelm Kemp, he was Sir Artur Kemp of the iron gaze and legendary skill at arms? Wilhelm stood to his full height and set one hand on his dagger’s hilt. Easy, dignified. Surely he could be that. He would graciously ignore the offhanded way he had been thrown into the group.
“Good evening. I am Wilhelm Kemp, Esquire of the Order of the Lighted Ones. Who are you?”
He was going to punch Remington the first opportunity he got.
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Wilhelm, my boy, you got this. You’re tough. You’re confident. NOT a cur.
Jasper (the prince in blue)
“Jasper, son of the High Commandant himself. Firstborn.”
Thunder above, did Jasper love to say those words to someone for the first time.
People’s faces shifted – from curiosity, to eventual realization and respect. It never got old. It was like watching the sun burst out of the clouds.
The boy standing before him, Wilhelm Kent, did not react much to the title. That meant he was ignorant. He was not much younger than the rest of Jasper’s friends. Freckles sprinkled his face, and he owned a wheat-colored head of hair. A squire.
Jasper absently traced the hilt of his sabre. He found himself smiling. “Good to meet you, Wilhelm. Why did your father send you here?”
The other boys stopped chatting with each other and listened.
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