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Wilhelm
Firstborn. That probably meant he had birthright privileges. Such trivial matters could not touch the gulf of rank between them, either widening or narrowing it. Wilhelm nodded politely but shrugged mentally.
At least “High Commander” sounded like an active role, unlike the lazybones titles some people used. Jasper was also armed, and he acted like he was familiar with his blade. The shape almost distracted Wilhelm, but he managed to keep his gaze fixed on the lordling’s eyes. He wasn’t sure he liked Jasper’s expression.
“Good to meet you, Wilhelm. Why did your father send you here?”
That was easy. Remember, easy and dignified.
“To prepare for holy service.” He tapped his own weapon’s hilt. The Kemp Arms were engraved there on the pommel, although it was really too small for anyone to notice. He smiled slightly. “Why were you sent?”
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Lois
“Yes. My mother and father and baby sister.” The way he had framed the question seemed a bit odd to Lois. “Don’t you have one?” he asked, slightly worried.
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I haven’t written for this in so long… loops I feel like the crow in your pfp.
Flax
Flax toys with the buttered bread on his plate. Roughly half of the plate had been eaten, yet a dull ache still throbbed in the pit of his stomach. The tables noise had only gotten worse, and a by glance out the tall arched windows of the hall, night was obviously approaching. Dishes clanked further down, a pieces of others conversations could be heard. Talk of home, the journey ahead, and nerves of starting at a new school.
“Do you like your home?”
Though not aimed at him, the question pulls Flax out of his blank observation. He glances up to watch Moth converse with Lois.
“Yes. My mother and father and baby sister.” He frowns, looking slightly worried. “Don’t you have one?”
Flax listens in, pretending to busy himself with stacking his dirty dishes in a neat pile for the servants to take. The teacup inside the smallest bowl, the bowl on top of the next plate in size, etcetera.
"Past or future... let them be."
Jasper
“To find rivals.” Jasper gazed at Wilhelm for an extended moment. Something told him this kid was more useful than the rest of the new rabble. Maybe it was instinct. Or just wishful thinking. He tapped an empty chair, next to where he stood. “You must have arrived late. Dessert’s still on the table, if you want it.”
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“No. I was just curious because I heard most people did. They are still in Linmaus, right? Does your sister go to school yet, or is she too small?”
Wilhelm
It took an inordinate amount of control to keep his face neutral. Did you and to come all this way just to find someone on your level? But there are so many just like you in this world.
“You must have arrived late.” Jasper indicated an empty chair not a foot away. “Dessert’s still on the table, if you want it.”
Wilhelm looked at the desert spread. He really considered it. But he would be sitting while the rest of the group stood, which was awkward enough. The table could also place him with his back to Jasper. He could attempt to withdraw himself to another side of the room, but he had hardly been talking for a two minutes. It would be an obvious slight to leave now.
“Thank you. Another time, perhaps? I have eaten already.” He dipped his head in an almost-bow and ignored the invitation to sit. “But do not let me keep you from partaking if you have not already.”
He stepped back, indicating he would politely remove himself should Jasper wish to eat more. Honestly, he so wished that he could be left to himself, that his expression warmed considerably all on its own. His green eyes were as placid as green eyes can be. He was really almost friendly. Jasper could congratulate himself on the effects of his civility.
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Remington
Wilhelm declined the prince’s offer.
Remington made a little stuttering sound. He watched helplessly as the two other boys faced each other.
“You sure?” Jasper asked. “There’s just enough here for you to join us.”
Wilhelm declined again, pleasantly, but firmly. He began to walk away as if he didn’t care at all. Horror of horrors, he did not seem to understand the gravity of the situation.
Jasper shrugged one shoulder, toying with his sabre hilt. He wasn’t looking at Wilhelm anymore. He called out, “Well then. If you ever have a chance to join us tomorrow, we could use another body for fencing practice. I hope your first day was revelatory.”
People flooded in and out of the dining hall as the full table began to wane. Remington found himself blocked by other boys as he tried to keep up with his self-appointed charge. He caught up and tried to think of something to say. Maybe Wilhelm wasn’t alright in the head; maybe he didn’t get enough sleep the previous night and forgot everything he had learned about propriety. Remington understood sleepless nights; this was forgivable.
”You know what? You can try again tomorrow!” he chirped.
This is splendid. I like Remington.
I am thinking I visualized the scene a little differently for some reason, as if the boys were standing. This makes more sense. XD
Wilhelm
The offer, however curiously stated, of fencing could not be refused. Wilhelm paused and turned just enough to know Jasper was watching, and nodded.
“T’would be an honor.”
Then he was slipped off to find a decent thinking space.
”You know what? You can try again tomorrow!” Remington had caught up with Wilhelm. The squire glanced over at him. He felt more sure of himself after that encounter. He could postpone hitting this strange guide for a better time.
“Uh, thanks for the… help. Just…” Wilhelm found a wall and leaned one shoulder against it. They had reached the outskirts of the mob, near the door but not in the way of the passing students. “Why would I want to do that?”
He turned his head so only Remington could see the absolute confusion in his face.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
I am thinking I visualized the scene a little differently for some reason, as if the boys were standing. This makes more sense. XD
I pictured them as standing or sitting, each doing his own thing, but still noticeably part of the group. I should have been more clear about that. But we made enough sense to reply to each other, so it’s fine. 😛
Remington
“What? I… I’ve explained it to you already!” Remington flourished his lace-sleeved wrist again, in an attempt to give Wilhelm something to look at. “You saw how Jasper is. There are only so many friends who can offer you security. He didn’t… ahem… shred your self image to pieces. So he must see something in you. Hang out with him and his friends, and you’re set for the entire year. Isn’t that grand?”
He gazed over the busy room. The chandelier candles flickered in their sconces. The clattering of forks and knives hushed, until the ambience was mostly made of talking and scraping chair legs. Lots of the students finished eating, but that did not mean they went to bed. Instead, they either spread through the academy grounds or lingered at the table. Laughter echoed against the vaulted ceiling.
Remington spoke in a different tone. His voice fell in pitch, changing into something more natural. “These are royals from different countries and kingdoms. Countries attack each other over very small quibbles, you know.”
That works. XD
Also, currently writing emotional/random/philosophical poetry. We’ll see how well I switch gears into roleplaying.
Wilhelm
Politics. Why was it always politics?
“Ah. I think I see now.” Wilhelm rubbed his forehead. “Would you mind telling me what the itinerary is for tomorrow?”
He would have to prepare himself if he had to play the role of a diplomat. That was always Otto’s finesse. Tall for his age with the personality of a prized hawk, the eldest Kemp boy was destined for greatness, or so the castle women said. They didn’t say much about Wilhelm other than, “curious boy” and “he has a clever mind for sure, if he can use it.”
He would have to learn how to use it.
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Lois
No family at all? Were all fairies like that? Lois glanced sideways at Flax. At least that was better than something bad happening to them. Though now that he considered it, he wasn’t sure if it was better.
“She takes private tutoring. As did I before I came here. She’s very advanced for her age. I have no doubt that she will catch up to me in a few years.” Lois loved using any excuse to brag about his sister.
He looked around and saw that most people were done eating, and servants had begun to clear away dishes. He forced himself to eat a couple bites off his own untouched plate before pushing it to the side.
“Are the two of you finished eating?”
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*resisting the strong urge to add a new character to this even though I’m currently struggling to keep up with other rps*
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The struggle to not overcommit is real
with the personality of a prized hawk
Lovely description!
Remington
“That’s up to you! Nothing is required, but everything is encouraged. This place costs quite a pretty penny. And you only have so much time before your older family member -” he imitated slitting his throat, “and the position must be filled! Until that time, educate yourself!”
He pulled an ivory-colored sheet of paper from his pocket. “You may have my guide. There’s cultural geography and self defense tomorrow. They always start self-defense demonstrations early. Oh, and you can request a tutor for anything.”
Remington is fantastic btw why is he so weirdly lovable
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Hehe, well, I made him up on the spot and he’s already grown on me. He’s a brown-noser but he’s determined to help new people. Which is perfect for this setting
Thankee.
Wilhelm
“For anything?” Those words rattled out every other thought in his head. Out went the complicated explanation about how he his inheritance had nothing to do with his father’s death. Out even went all remaining desire to sock Remington’s nose. Wilhelm flushed a happy pink as he studied the sheet. “A thousand thanks and everything. I…”
Anything
And his father had put him here. The kindness in the action washed the bitterness from that last exchange with Sir Artur. He looked up at Remington with a grin. This was bliss!
Oh, Remington had been saying something. Was still saying something, in fact. Wilhelm latched onto his words with a desperate focus and hoped he hadn’t missed anything important.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
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