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Aww. I love him. He looks like a slightly snarky sweet heart with a big destiny.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
I’m wondering who is going to win this….
Wilhelm
He was in the middle of fitting his sheild onto his left arm. He kept his gaze on his work, but his eyebrows were rising into his hair. They were more trouble to keep in order than either his sword or his shield.
“Heavy weapons prepare us for pitched battle. Strength must be built by long trial in peacetime.” His shield and a polite expression now firmly in place, Wilhelm looked up at his new friend. “I have never seen a style like yours. I would be curious to see your sword.”
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
right?! lol
Wolfgang
He deposited the heavy weapon on the table with a clatter. “You’d win straight off if I tried with that–– Or I might actually knock your head off. I’m going to get my sword… just don’t hack at it if you please.”
He sped to the door and vanished. Racing down the corridor he leapt in the air with a whoop before throwing himself against his door and entering the room with a bang. He seized his training rapier and sped back. He crashed back into Wilhelm’s room with the same force with witch he had entered his own and kicked the door shut with a crash. Lifting his left hand again, he shuffled forward rapidly with several flickering thrusts and spins of his light blade. “On guard!” he cried with a laugh.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Eek! Lol.
Wilhelm
He had been on the verge of telling Wolfgang that he wouldn’t aim for his sword – Wilhelm’s target would always be his opponent, not a weapon – when the boy vanished.
That door had a rough time of it that night. Wolfgang’s reentry rattled the cups left on their table.
“En garde!” Cried the madcap creature as he advanced on Wilhelm, brandishing a long, ridiculously narrow blade. Wilhelm met the attack, his laughter lost in a shout.
Forward. His shield rose to divert Wolfgang’s thrust. His own sword was in his hand the next moment, already darting for an opening. Wolfgang leapt back with easy agility, and Wilhelm filled the gap, pressing the fight back toward the door.
Speed was obviously Wolfgang’s best strength. As the ruling factor of most fights, Wilhelm had to admire the choice. Afterall, that was why he had been trained to fight by reflex over mind. Some things were too slow.
He parried another thrust and struck his first attack.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Wolfgang
The swings of the bigger, heavier blade almost frightened him, but he was too excited to stop. Dodging left and right, shuffle forward shuffle back. Their swords had only touched once or twice and for that he was grateful. He blade was slender, but not so slender as the swords used by the Olympic fencers. This blade was almost flexible, yet retained a needed firmness. The speed and recklessness of his attack had put the other boy on the defense, but, contrary to his normal behavior, when Wolfgang fenced, he was totally locked in, and he didn’t miss the moment when Wilhelm shifted to offense. Wolfgang retreated in front of him for several steps, trying to learn his opponent’s fighting pattern. It was unlike anything he had ever studied, and he frowned as he moved back several steps. Well, the one who dared nothing won nothing. Wolfgang jumped back and to the side, then shifted his foot forward and leaned toward Wilhelm, stamping his foot with every thrust, but holding his position. He did this three times, then suddenly jumped at him.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
*awkwardly waiting in shadows*
*eats another potato chip*
*continues waiting, awkwardly*
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
I love this so much. Sorry I didn’t reply before now. Work has been insane. For a week. I’m typing this up on my lunch break.
I’m thinking of doing a Men of Iron move with Wilhelm’s battle reflexes… It would be a completely different approach than typical modern fencing based on getting points.
Wilhelm
His opponent was holding his own. The challenge had Wilhelm’s blood running high in his ears. A smile gleamed in his eyes though it never reached his lips.
Wolfgang’s sword flashed toward him. Wilhelm had no time to think. He pivoted, striking the blade away from himself with his own. The swords rasped against each other, locking into place for a split second.
Everything happens in the moments between seconds.
Wilhelm leaped forward. His shield raised before he had a conscious thought to do it.
Thud
In want of an offensive weapon, defense can become offense. His shield connected with Wolfgang’s collarbone. The other boy was thrown back against the door.
“Oh!” Wilhelm stepped back He let out a breath.”Are you all right?”
I don’t think that would cause serious injury. He will probably have a bruise though. Boys. Lol. Do what you like.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
*Watches you from the shadows as you eat potato chips*
*Steals the potato chip can*
Would you like it if I come up with an excuse for Moth to meet Ari?
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Yes! I would love interaction. You also can move Ari around if needed. Get him in trouble. Whatever.
*Absently reaches for chips*
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
lol, glad you’re back!
Wolfgang
The unseen blow sent him crashing back against the door, the breath knocked out of him. Wolf, you never watch for the unexpected attack, came Reinhard’s chiding voice in his ear .
“Oh!” Wilhelm stepped back.”Are you all right?”
“Am I alright?” Wolfgang managed, his voice odd and breathy as his lungs struggled to regain control. “Never better! Nice hit!” He scrambled up and leapt at the boy again, sword flashing. “I’m not beaten yet! Not by a long shot!”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Here. I’ll move him into the hall.
Ari
Mother, you seem to show great concern for my well-being. Know that I am currently breathing. —Your son, Ari
He folded the note, creasing the edges to crisp sharpness. His archer’s ring left an odd wing shape in the blob of plain beeswax he spilled as a seal.
The runner came to attention as he opened the door. Ari held out the note.
“Take this to the Lady Clotilde.”
The man took it with a slight bow and stepped back. Ari watched him go.
Other boys–princes– drifted along the hallway. Voices rose and fell in rolling waves of conversation. Ari leaned against his doorpost, absently watching the passing tide. A few glanced at the tall boy then quickly looked away. Lamplight didn’t seem to reach beyond the ragged black hair hanging over his eyes.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Must write. Must write for Wilhelm
For Wilhelm!!!!
Wilhelm
“Ach!” Wilhelm twisted away from Wolfgang’s attack. The rapier stung his arm.
The fight was now almost over. Of course, it might have been over already if he had advanced on Wolfgang when the boy was down. That was the problem of a soft heart in battle.
Always a problem.
He gritted his teeth and flipped his sword around. The speed brought more force to his strike without expending as much energy.
Wolfgang’s sword was flashing in the corner of his vision. He left it there and focused on Wolfgang’s face. Reckless laughter filled the boys eyes. He was clever look too. It was easy to defend against his sword, but what about his will?
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
@koshka (@loopylin and @mineralizedwritings too, just so y’all know I’m moving my character)
I meant to reply right away, Koshka. I am sorry for the delay. But alas, many things happened this week. :’)
Also this rp is rather long, but it is what it is.
Moth
Lois and Flax left the table, and Moth almost followed them. But someone blocked his way.
It was a short man, a man clothed as a higher ranked servant. He had a handsome face, although it was marred somewhat by his resentful expression.
“The higher-ups say I’m to bring ye to yer room tonight. You’ve been called to go now,” the servant declared.
“Oh. Why, may I ask?”
“You’ll know soon enough.”
Curious at the vague words, Moth followed the servant. He glanced at Lois and Flax hopefully, but they were caught elsewhere in the river of people. Their dinner conversation was over.
They seemed like good people to be friends with, especially Lois. Flax only seemed half as friendly, but he was the only other person with wings Moth had spoken to. Talking with them was something to look forward to in the next few days.
The servant paid Moth no heed as he trotted quickly through the academy. Moth struggled to keep up, distracted by everything around him.
The architecture within the academy was just as beautiful as outside. It was Moth’s third time walking through the main rooms, and it was easier to take in the details this time. Ebony and mahogany, precious metals, and warm-colored stones were laced together intricately in every conceivable place. The staircase rungs, by themselves, were carved with flowers and fantastical creatures. Windows and mirrors sparkled, and paintings hung on the walls, colors glowing under warm lamplight. Busy voices echoed in the vaulted ceilings.
A young man with a blue jacket, the same prince as before, stood on the staircase. He stopped chatting with people and looked Moth up and down. This time, the rest of his group looked, too.
Oh, right. I look strange. For the second time that day, a twinge of discomfort touched Moth’s stomach.
But instead of looking away this time, Moth held the young man’s gaze. Why not think of it as a staring contest?
Blue Jacket started, and his casual look turned intense. There was something sharp about his eyes. He stared, one hand frozen in the act of adjusting his sleeve cuff.
“Come on! Move it!” the servant called, already at the top of the staircase.
Moth turned away from his made-up contest with the stranger, and headed up.
When they reached his room, the servant trotted through the doorway. He crouched down and drew something on the floor with his finger. A visible silver line began to glow. It lay on the door threshold.
“What is it?” Moth asked. The silver line glistened beneath his feet. As he stepped over it, a pulse of light shot through it. It was only noticeable if someone was looking for a tripwire.
“We’ll know every time you enter and leave this door.”
“What?” Moth’s face burned with a mixture of feelings. “But… I know when curfew is. I wasn’t going to -”
“It’s been a long time since a faerie slept within these walls, and we’re not taking any chances with ye. A pack of tricksters, the lot of ye. The professors commanded me to put ye in this bind.”
“I can talk with them, right?” Moth challenged.
“Those men? They’re educated and they know what they want for their students. Don’t question them.”
“Please tell them that I will do anything they ask. Tell them I always understand the rules.”
When the servant’s back was turned, Moth let his politeness slip and blew a silent raspberry after him.
Tracking a faerie in and out of his room? The whole thing was so infantilizing.
But as long as Moth didn’t do anything wrong, the spell didn’t even matter. If he obeyed, that was a way to prove that he was just as reasonable as everyone else.
He sighed, and was about to retreat back into his room, when something caught him off guard.
A boy with wild black hair stood silently in the room across from Moth’s. He watched the rest of the hall. At least, it seemed as if he was watching people. The shadow over his face made it difficult to read him.
Moth put a hand on his chest and extended the other. A common gesture where he came from.
Nice to meet you.
The other boy saw him.
Moth cocked his head, one antenna falling over his forehead along with golden locks, and smiled.
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That’s alright! This last week has been nuts for us too.
Ari
The strange golden headed boy gestured a greeting and…smiled. Ari blinked, then slowly reached up to brush his black curtain of hair from his eyes. Hesitated.
Probably a new kid. He’ll ignore me tomorrow.
Still. Might as well be polite.
Ari pressed a fist to his heart, then swept it out in an open palm of greeting.
Now you’ve done your part. Time to retreat to your room…
He frowned but didn’t move to escape. How bad could one odd looking kid be? Not like many of the other boys paid this one much attention.
Or rather, much friendly attention. He’d seen the… conversation in the room across the hall. His blue eyes darkened.
“You going to let them lock you in like that?”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Moth
Moth’s smile became less pronounced until only a faint quirk in the corner of his mouth was left. “No. I won’t.”
This prince was tall and a touch older. He looked like a wild creature. Not physically, of course. But his eyes and demeanor barely repressed a dark energy underneath. Perhaps he was a wildcat, passively flicking his tail as he waited for something to cross his path. Or perhaps he was a storm spirit, determined to leave his kind and live in unexpected places.
“What’s your name?” Moth asked, pointedly stepping over his own threshold.
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