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Denise Territurari was in all a matter of words, a simple, two minded girl, a woman who believed that power was achieved through work and fealty, through honor and strength, not a simple inheritance of popularity, wealth nor favor. She is, in every way, a single minded person, a woman who has prestigious power throughout the provinces of Jenrak. Her name has rung deep with admiralty, with great power. However, she is, approaching at nearly the age of 25, a venerable age for the typical marriage. In accordance, unknown to her, Illuminaatrix, the Watcher of Jenrak, ruler of it’s borders, has opened up a small, competition, to see whom may win the zealous Denise’s hand, and her love.

The daughter of Nahk Territurari, recently deceased, a brilliant commander, a skilled assassin and at times a ruthless fighter, Denise is trained in the darkest of Jenrak’s art of warfare, yet she keeps her air under an aura of calm fairness, her grace and her accent luscious and seemingly divine. Many of the courts have worked and irked as hard as they could muster, using resources in their grasp to win her fair heart, yet she still has not found a single love for which she deems able to be everlasting. She has yet to find a true love, and while she stays the shrew, loveless and tiny in the world, Eln Illuminaatrix will play her cupid. For he bids to any nations, any body whom seeks a wife through love, not politics nor title nor money, shall be given a chance at finding whether they could meet to her standards.

For the successor, a dowry of 250 million dollars awaits those who can tame her heart, and the recognition of Jenrak on it’s behalf for her love. Illuminaatrix gives a chance, to anybody willing. Will they be try to tame her soul? Anybody willing to try and have Denise, the daughter of Nahk Territurari, fall in love with them for everlasting?

OOC: I’m pretty much ‘marrying’ off Denise, but in a crazy competition sort of way. Anybody looking for a marriage, come ahead and give it a shot.

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We wish to ask a few questions about Denise Territurari:
Could you provide a bit of information about Denise, her likes, appearence, dislikes, hobbies ect. A picture would be appreciated, but is not necessary.

This is directed at Eln Illuminaatrix:
What sort of man is he looking for as a possible husband of Denise, a soldier, an noble, a commen man ect?

This is an OOC response, since I'm not sure if yours is OOC or IC.

Questions directed towards Eln:
He doesn't care much of whom marries her. Titles of Nobility are strewn enough in Jenrak, and Denise herself has enough Military competence for enough people. So, summing it up, doesn't matter whom.

Questions towards Denise:
Closest Picture I can find of anybody representing her:
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Denise is stubborn, to her ideals, to say the least. She's been known to stick to a single ideal before turning to something else, but she keeps on a certain path. She would like to grow up to be similiar in power to her Father, Nahk, whom controlled Jenrak's naval forces, also being the most influential person in the military. A devout captain in the league of special riot and anti-terrorist units called the Sword Bearing Police, she was placed in since the age of 9.

She likes talking to children, wild flowers and reading foreign bibles. She hates flying, and prefers to keep her feet on the ground.

Currently, the only hobbie she has is fencing.

Hmmmmm....Using Shakespeare is always tricky, but I do believe he hit the nail right on the head when dealing with agressive women:

Petruccio: " Come, come, you wasp, i'faith you are too angry."

Katherine: " If I be waspish, best beware my sting."

All suitors...beware.....

Hmmmmm....Using Shakespeare is always tricky, but I do believe he hit the nail right on the head when dealing with agressive women:

Petruccio: " Come, come, you wasp, i'faith you are too angry."

Katherine: " If I be waspish, best beware my sting."

All suitors...beware.....

OOC: Lol. Yes, suitors, beware.

OOC: What TL are you?

I'm MT and FT. This is MT.

OOC: Ah...nutter-butters...I'm FT. Sorry. >_<

We have found someone who may be of interest to Denise and is certainly interested in her. Ricardo Veccii is likewise interested in fencing, as well as a bit of an interest in compartitive theology. He is also a fan of horticultural works, especially flowers. Inclosed is a picture of Ricardo.

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General Illuminaatrix has no worries on what whatever the man may look like, and Denise Territurari, upon agreeing to seeing what may, has worries on what he may look like as well. If Ricardo Veccii wants to meet Denise Territurari, please state on what terms and when.
-Aughrithaus, Foreign Minister

Ricardo is interested in meeting Denise on the land that she would prefere to meet upon, likewise with the time.

((OC- Tag for flat out interest. =^^= ))

Denise is fairly well with any place, but if need so, then she will suggest the port-city of Ouridna, as the location of where they will meet. Any time Ricardo wishes to meet Denise between now and tommorrow night would suit her best.

The cool desert night air hit the face of a man as he walked out of the back of a cargo plane, Timber Wolf Inc. on both sides. This nice dressed man was Lord Remy Barrilleaux-Saint Clair (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/RemyBarrilleaux.jpg), son of Prince Calvin Saint Clair and grandson of the God-Emperor Count JWolf.

Six men in white and black tiger striped Transylvania body armor walked behind Remy. Each soldier had a Magnum Research Desert Eagle on the ride side, Korth Revolver (.357 Magnum) on the left side and a FA MAS carried in the arms. These six men were members of the White Tigers, the private army of Lord Remy.

He smiled as he got into a black armored sedan and his men got into two black hummers. The vehicles heads towards Evergone Castle, Remy want to see Uncle Edward before he meet with Denise.

Ricardo shall arrive in Ouridna shortly, he wishs to know where in the city Denise would like to meet?

The International Airport would be a fairly easy to find and good palce to meet.
-Illuminaatrix.

Ricardo stepped off the plane and began looking for Denise. He was interested in meeting her, and if all the factors aligned, forming a relationship with her. He was wondering what she'd be like in person as he continued to look for her face in the crowd.

Denise only stay there, on the bench, as she looked at him carefully, wondering on what he would say, how he would talk, and what terms does he think he would work on. It would not be up to her to walk to him, but he would have to find her himself.

Ricardo spotted the lady he thought was Denise. Walking over, he asked, "Are you Denise Territurari? If so I am Ricardo Veccii."

Denise only squinted her eyes in curiosity. "And if I'm not? Would you continue your search? For how long?" She asked.

"Until I found her." Ricardo replied

OOC: Theao, if you MSN, can you TG me yur msn? I just need to talk to you.

IC:

"Very nice. But what if you never find her? Could that mean you'll keep going? Would you miss your chance of another person? But where are my manners." She said, holding out her hand to shake his. "Denise Territurari. Nice to meet you Veccii. Are you here for business? Or pleasure?" She asked, as she began to sound annoyingly as if she was head of the Jenrakian visitors and tourist board.

"I would have kept searching, but no I wouldn't have missed a chance with someone else if I couldn't find here. I'm here to meet you actually." Ricardo replied,

ooc: MSN = vc_64@yahoo.ca

To whom it may concern,

The young Prince Ali has recently come of age being that he is now 19 years old. As such, he has decided to pursue a relationship and marriage before he comes of ruling age at 20. He has taken notice of Denise Territurari and would like to meet her with all due haste.

Ali was born in the Dominion's colony of Eborall when it was first being established and so I decided to settle there. The Supreme Ruler of DMG decided to allow Ali to rule the island colony when he came of age, but until then it is being ruled by minister William Stryker (ret). In less than one years time, Ali will claim the title of Prince Governor of Eborall and he would like to do so with a lady by his side.

P.S. Ali has been educated by the finest tutors in the Dominion his entire life. He is an accomplished world traveler with a passion for sword fighting (Slu'awl, a popular sport of real sword fighting in the Dominion) and horseback riding. He lives in a marvelous palace secluded to the countryside of Eborall where he can ride his fleet of horses as far as he likes without being interrupted.

Signed,
Princess Cordelia
On Behalf of
Prince Ali

To whom it may concern...

To the ones on behalf of Prince Ali,
As tedious as it may seem, Denise Territurari is in another meeting with another seeming bachelor, and should things not escalate into a sheer romance, than perhaps a meeting could be set up between Ali and Denise. Take that as no offense, but it would certainly be rude to interrupt a meeting between two people merely on the whim of another. Surely you understand, and surely you have the patience?
-General Illuminaatrix, Watcher of Jenrak

"I would have kept searching, but no I wouldn't have missed a chance ...

"Very nice story. Very human, and I expect nothing else." Denise confided, getting up, wiping what seemed to be bagel crumbs off her coat. "Let's go somewhere less inauspicious." She claimed, as the clamoring people looked at her eerily, for so long she had been with another man, her life in solitude before.

"Alright." Ricardo replied, "Do people follow you often?" He asked as he looked at those who she was refering to.

"I'm not going to say I'm a simple person. I never strive to be. I will bury my thoughts and feelings under layers of blood and war, and I will keep it that way. When you have power, you have ones who will sacrifice anything to have a some of your power. But yet, while the people see me as rich, powerful, and fairly auspicious, I have not yet a boyfriend, nor a husband." Denise chuckled softly. "What undisputed irony." She claimed.

"So they are wondering what you are doing talking with me then?" Ricardo asked as they walked, "And perhaps I will be your first boyfriend, in time."

"Perhaps, but time is always changing. Whenever you change something, something else changes." She sighed, exiting the large marble doors as the glass panes shook in reverence, the lights swinging as the bustling people walked past. "I've taken the liberty to arrange transport, if that suits you." She said calmly.

"Yes, thank you." He replied as he followed out after her to the car, "Do you have any activities you'd be interested in doing?"

To the ones on behalf of Prince Ali,
As tedious as it may seem, Denise Territurari is in another meeting with another seeming bachelor, and should things not escalate into a sheer romance, than perhaps a meeting could be set up between Ali and Denise. Take that as no offense, but it would certainly be rude to interrupt a meeting between two people merely on the whim of another. Surely you understand, and surely you have the patience?
-General Illuminaatrix, Watcher of Jenrak

Prince Ali read the letter over twice as he sat on the balcony of his royal room. Pulling out a pen and piece of emaculately designed parchment, he began writing his response.


I understand completely and indeed will wait with patience until further notice. Though, I regret to tell you that one such as myself can not wait forever as we have certain customs and rules in my homeland of Eborall. To tell you the truth, I have never liked them but I must abide by them for the sake of the colony and the people.

Today I am nineteen years of age and ninety-one days. In exactly nine months to the day, I will be the age of twenty and so comes the days of Ali. I will become ruler of Eborall and will no longer be able to take a wife. You see the predicament I am in - if I am to find true love, it must be before I marry.

Sincerely,
Prince Ali
'til Eborall

...

I understand entirely, that you are pressed for time, but as things go, we do not entirely expect it. It is not up to I, but up to Denise on choosing whom she feels greater with. Unless you feel as if beneath you, perhaps you be so pertinent as to change her mind yourself?
-Illuminaatrix

"Yes, thank you." He replied as he followed out after her to the car, "Do you have any activities you'd be interested in doing?"

"I highly doubt you are here to intrigue upon my hobbies and my past times. I presume you know enough of me to take this date up? If not, then why are you here?" She asked him, her brown eyes suddenly a deep piercing shade of mahogany, as she began to dwell deeper and deeper, wondering on what he was getting to.

"Ah, but I am here to learn about you, even thought I know somethings about you already?" Ricardo replied as he looked over at her to see what she was thinking.

"Charming." She merely replied, turning around to the door, opening it up. "Are you hungry?" She asked him.

After reading the message Ali sent his response.


I would hate to impose upon her by showing up at an inopertune time. Besides if she is currently enjoying the company of another lucky man that I am bound by my own ethics not to interrupt them. If it so happens that she does not take a liking to the man, I would be thrilled if she called upon me.

Sincerely,
Prince Ali

...

Of course, you are a mature, patient man. I do not know how well or badly they are doing, but it you might get your chance soon, if Denise is...herself.
-Illuminaatrix.

"I'd have to say yes, airline food not being very filling or good." He replied

"Good. But you'll have to wait until tonight. Save your appetite. I would not be very impressed if you kept your stomach without bounds." She said coldly, entering into the car and opening the other side. "Get in." She said, urging him to enter the passenger seat.

"You don't have to worry on that regard, I am pretty good at self-control when needed." He replied with a grin as he took the indicated seat.

"What a disturbing smile you have." Denise said, with a concerning look on her face, as she placed the car into full gear, and blazed it out of the parking lot. It was a warm, slightly windy yet still humid day, and she opened up the windows of her car for mroe air to ventilate. "Do you have family?" She asked him.

"Why thank you." He replied, "As to family, both parents are still alive and I have an older sister and younger brother. How about you?"

"Father's dead. Mother's dead." She replied, without a single shred of remorse nor a single change in her voice. She seemed to be as if she never knew them at all, as if they died before she could find out whom they were. However, Denise, apparently, did know them quite well. "My mother was unemployed, a homemaker, traditionally. She fell heartbroken a few years before my father's last insurgence." She only smiled slightly, turning around a corner. "My father was an asshole. He was the Red Patriarch, the strongest title of power in the Jenrakian military." She twitched her jaw.

"Imagine. Parents at both ends of the spectrum. A mother, unemployed and disgraceful. A father, at a job any father would kill to have." She said, licking her lips.

"What about you? Anything about your parents?"

"No, nothing like that, both are, or were average. Mom was a lawyer, Dad ran a daycare center." He replied

"A man working a daycare center?" She laughed loudly, in mock of what he said. "What kind of man works at a daycare center? Does he want to be a woman?" She laughed, turning another corner.

"Not works at, runs and owns." Ricardo replied, "He actually makes as much if not more than my mother."

Ali's plane was scheduled to touch down in two hours.


I am to notify you that the royal Prince Ali has decided to visit the nation of Jenrak on an extended vacation. He is currently scheduled to be in Jenrak for three weeks if his plans don't change.

If there is ever a chance, the Prince would be thrilled to meet Denise but has not planned it to be so and is not expecting it to be unless she decides her current acquaintance is not suitable.

Regards,
Luke Samnos III
Advisor to the Court
On behalf of Prince Ali

"How amusing." She shook her head, smiling. "What an interesting set of parents." She said. "I hope to meet yoru family one day. If you, have the patience. But I'm not sure if your mind will keep it's stance for so long."

"Oh I'm sure it will." Ricardo replied, "And I'm sure my family would like to meet you as well."

Ali's plane was scheduled to touch down in two hours.

The Lord Viraranaar Exthralaus, one of the darkest and most influential in the Jenrakian courts, the most powerful man in North Jenrak, was forced to be the escort for the Prince Ali, Illuminaatrix's respect for foreigner royalty. Dressed, as always, in his glazed black armour, the light refracting off it's smooth and glossy surface, the robe, black in void and toned and ripped, dangling out majestically as a sword lay perched in chains, wrapped on his arm.

He would wait, patiently, for the arrival.

"Oh I'm sure it will." Ricardo replied, "And I'm sure my family would like to meet you as well."

"Well, get ready to meet my only form of family." She replied, going onto the highway, towards the glittering and polluted city of Haasdra; the capital of Jenrak, and home of the Sadists.

"I'm sure they'll be interesting to meet." Ricardo replied, wondering what they'd be like.

“They’ll like you. You’re still here.” She said annoyingly. “You have more guts than half of the men who’ve tried to talk to me. Pathetic bastards.” She swore, her strong accent finally showing, before being revealed once more.

"I'm not that easy to scare off." He replied, "But I agree, those not willing to endure for what they want don't deserve it."

Ali stepped off his royal private jet with two guards in tow and two servants carrying his bags. When he had been on the ground for a minute, the plane closed up and prepared for departure - after recieving the okay from the control tower, it took off back to Eborall, though it remained on alert if the Prince wanted to leave.

"It seems that you are waiting for somebody... and you look quite important," Ali said as he greeted the man in black. "Allow me to introduce my self. My name is Prince Ali 'til Eborall," he said as he bowed and extended his hand in greeting.

Viraranaar only looked calmly, his hand wrapped in over a few metres of steel chain, his blades preciously held and wrapped tight. Finally, shaking the man’s hand, he only nodded. “My name is Viraranaar, and I am your guide to the sands.” He said quietly, as if it were a shameful prospect he would not have wanted others to know. In his armour, covered by a black steel helm, and his feet still bearing gauntlets, people were surprised at his appearance, in stark contrast from the others there.

“If you seek to see Denise, then she is headed towards the Necromarnen. I can bring you there if you want.” He said, waiting for an answer.

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“And you think you can deserve me. Others have thought that as well, and I have shown them their patience doesn’t last long.” She said, her face straight and her face flowing quickly in the wind, her left hand dangling out of her car holding her police hat. As they approached the great stone bridge in the heart of Haasdra, policemen and women in the same uniform as Denise prowled around the streets, watching as the wary civilians traveled in groups, looking at the sword that was held in their hands. “Fear is a powerful tool, if you see. My brethren keep them under their fist. Keeps them quiet.” She murmured.

As she pulled her car in, the massive stone castle, Necromarnen, the Mausoleum of the Lords as it was translated, hung over the city as a great shadow in the lands, it’s grueling menacing appearance seeming to stab itself into the sky, as the thick clouds gathered around like the frothing blood it detailed. Windows upon windows gathered around the lower sanctums of the massive structure, turrets and tower dotting the building in large numbers. A great causeway and massive river-like moat was shown, as the guard immediately let Denise in, nodding and laughing to her companion. “Another one, eh Denise?” He said, opening the gates.

“Lay off him, Esrel.” She commanded, as the man nodded. The giant arch, and the great garden loomed over the bridge, a great adamant gate, with iron bars crossed into a massive statue perched on it’s top. Tall, thin, gaunt and monster-like men, deformed and hungry, walked around the outer boundaries of the castle, as they licked greedily at Denise’s companion, Ricardo. Held back by leashes on their feet by a beautiful woman, in white robes and a silver shoulder plate, Denise only nodded in reverence.

“The Sadists are awake.” She said, worried.

"I may not deserve you now, but I intend to prove my worth." He replied

As they walked, he took the buildings in, studying them. As the people and he used that term loosely licked their lips at him, he glared with a steely gaze at them. It also held a light promise of that if they bothered him, they'd get kicked. "What are the Sadists?" He asked as he wondered what the woman's position was to earn the respect of Denise.

"Rashkta, the Blood Lord." She replied. "As much as she doesn't look like one of them, she is the strongest of the Sadists, and they all fear only her. If people find me unbearable, then they have not talked to her." Denise explained, still carrying on.

Finally, past the gates, after the gnawing Sadists, Denise parked the car finally in the massive garage, stopping the motor. “Let’s go.” She said, opening her door.

"Alright." He replied as he exited from the car and wondered where they were now headed.

"Let's get a drink first." She said, walking towards the elevator.

"Sure, what kind of drink do you drink?" He asked as boarded the elevator.

"Water. Alchohol is too risky for someone in my profession." She said, unbearingly, as she got into the elevator. Holding the button for only a few seconds, she said, "Hurry up."

A solid black sedan pulled up to the gates of the Necromarnen, darken black windows all around the car. Nobody could see in…until the driver side window went down. The face of Prince Edward Darkholme (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Edward%20Darkholme.JPG) looked at the guard. Next to him was Remy and in the back was his sister, Princess Selene Darkholme-Annirak (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Selene%20Darkholme.JPG), and a brown haired female, Persephone Choiseul.

“Can we enter?” asked Edward.

"Ah, I didn't realize that prevented you from drinking." He commented as he hurried up.

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"Its a pleasure to meet you Viraranaar," Ali said as he stood to his full height. "May I ask what position you hold and why you were assigned to escort some like myself..."

"Oh and what is the Necromarnen, if you don't mind me asking?" asked Ali inquisitively.

...

"The Mausoleum. It's where the kings are buried, and where the current ruler lives."

...

"I'm not prevented. I just don't find drinking the amusement people make it out to be. I pity their blatant souls."

...

Entering into the courtyard, a man only opened the iron gates, beckoning them to enter.

"Yes... I think I would like to go there then - only seems appropriate," Ali said as he beckoned to Viranaar to show him the way.

"THen we will go there." He replied, walking out the door, holding it open. "I've prepared a limousine, and I hope that you enjoy it."

The black sedan pulled through the gates, heading towards the front door of the castle. Passed the Sadists on the edges of the road. Making into the massive garage, Edward pulled the car into a parking space.

Edward got out, wearing that damn Eskimo coat with the dried blood on it. Selene and Persephone
both got out, wearing the same tight black and pink leather suit. Selene was back to her normal size because young Searus was already born.

Remy got out last, wearing a dark blue suit with black boots and blue tinted sunglasses.

Illuminaatrix only watched them from above, in the tower of languish, as a woman named Elhar, a tall, blonde haired, woman in the typical uniform, carrying a blade at her uneasy side. "This way, foreigners." She notioned.

"THen we will go there." He replied, walking out the door, holding it open. "I've prepared a limousine, and I hope that you enjoy it."

"Thank you very much..." Ali said as he bowed to the man and entered into the limousine. His servants piled the bags into the trunk and the two guards got in next to Ali.

"Quite comfortable in here... very lavishly designed. I think I will like Jenrak during my vacation," Ali said.

Looking around to see that his guards had entered, Ali took his seat and said, "Lets go."

Edward smiled after hearing her call them ‘foreigners‘. Foreigners with a lot of power in Jenrak he said to himself. “Okay.” he said as they followed her.

...

Viraranaar went, closed the black, cold door and ordered the driver to turn on the air conditioner. Chuckling slightly, he poured a small glass of wine and offered it to the Prince. "This is Jenrak. A hostile wasteland full of death, gas, gold and war. Nothing beautiful here that's not man made. The only thing any tourists would come here for is the castles."

...

She walked up the stairs, the large statues of the ancient Lords leering in darkness, seemingly to snicker from beyond their graves, the stone statues within held up by long twisting stones, as she talked. "The tombs of the previous rulers of Jenrak. The tomb of a recent ruler, Arcarum Dreskisk, is there." She pointed, to a medium sized tomb, marble and silver like the rest, yet slightly smaller than the previous tomb.

"Tomb size is determined by cruelty to the people." She said, looking at the largest tomb, the sleeping corpse of Ciraranaar Arkszen perched within.

“We are not tourists, lady.” said Edward. “Jenrak has been my home for almost two year already. I saw Arcarum died by eating a flame grenade.” The other three just smile and tried not laugh.

“What is your name, miss?” asked Edward. “I’m here to have a nice little chat with Lord Vira. My nephew is here to met with the lovely Denise. The other two, I don’t know why they’re here.”

"Well, then sorry for the insult." She replied, leading them to another completely different set of stairs, to a dark and dank dungeon. "Lord Viraranaar's chambers are empty, and he will be back soon." She said.

“Hunting down terrorist or rebels, is he?” asked Edward. “Or training some new recruits?” Remy waited to hear, if he could met with Denise.

"Lord Viraranaar is currently busy with other things right now, which of I do not know."

“Oh…well, I ask him later.” said Edward. Remy step forwards, “Can I see Denise or is she busy with other things, too.” he asked with his Cajun accent.

"Madam Territurari is currently busy at a cafeteria. If you wish to meet her, she is in the second quarter."

“Well…if she is meeting with somebody else, I will wait.” said Remy. “But some thing to drink sounds good. Can you lead me to the cafeteria?”

Viraranaar went, closed the black, cold door and ordered the driver to turn on the air conditioner. Chuckling slightly, he poured a small glass of wine and offered it to the Prince. "This is Jenrak. A hostile wasteland full of death, gas, gold and war. Nothing beautiful here that's not man made. The only thing any tourists would come here for is the castles."

"Quite different from my homeland," Ali said. "Though I suppose it would be as it was founded to be the antithesis of the Dominion (DMG), which is an industrial world run by economics and power."

"Though I believe eye is in the beauty of the beholder... so I may find the change of scenery interesting. I am sure the castles will be a nice sight... I have been thinking about building a castle for fun back home - though I haven't found the right design yet," Ali said as he made small talk until the ride was over.

"I'm not prevented. I just don't find drinking the amusement people make it out to be. I pity their blatant souls."
"Ah, I'm not against the occasional drink thought I don't often or to excess." Ricardo replied

...

"Of course." She replied, heading towards the cafeteria.

...

"There is no beauty here. Only blood to stain the sands." He sighed, looking out a bit further. "We boast to have technology rivalling others in hte world, yet it is only for war. Our greatest things are for battle, and our theocratic nation has survived millenia on blood." He chuckled. "Now there is no place in the world for my kind, my people. No place in the world for honour."

"Do your lands speak of honour? To live and die by it?"

...

"Well then drink to your excess, and in your hopes, you will leave drunkard and unwary, for the vultures to peck at your innards." She retorted.

"I think I'll avoid that, it sounds rather unpleasent, I'd much prefere your presence than that of a vulture." Ricardo replied

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Ali listened closely as the man spoke his mind. He was quite intrigued and interested at what the man had to say and the distain he spoke with his country about.

"Aye, that they do," Ali replied. "For what is life without honor?"

Pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts, Ali spoke slowly with a tone of seriousness. "I believe from what I hear, that the Dominion is quite like your nation. It lies in times where power is sought by all and held by few. A time where the traditions of old are forgotten and pushed aside so as to make another dime or climb one rung higher on the social ladder," Ali spoke the words solemnly.

He again paused before continuing on. "It is... it is a fallen world. A world of distain, greed and corruption. A world where the brightest of diamonds is marred by the coal surrounding it."

Again, Ali remained silent for a moment before speaking. Though when the words flowed out of his mouth, they were lighter and not filled with so much despisement. "That is why my homeland was founded... why it was established. It stands for everything that the Dominion doesn't. It stands for humility, honor and demureness. It was risen to heal those who had fallen..."

Ali's words trailed off as he stared out the window with a mistifying detatchment. "Forgive me... I have been rambling."

"Ah, so you are comparing myself to a vulture? How crude." She frowned.

"No, I am ranking you so much above a vulture there is no scale to compare it with." He replied

...

"That is fairly reasonable to understand, for you grow up in the court of honor. But there is a great difference between us, what makes us unique from anybody else. For we are not a true nation; we are part of an old and ancient empire, one that could crush this pitiful world with a glance during it's strength. Jenrak," He chuckled slightly, in mockery, "is merely it's corpse. Ascherach is our father, and it's empire stretches into boundaries unknown."

...

"Such diffusing compliments, or a blank mind showing no thought. I am on a scale, for nobody is perfect to deserve the title. Are you not thinking?"

"Yes I am thinking, thought there are times when scale is incompareable." He commented

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"I understand," Ali said quietly, "A shell of your former selves... a blunt knife..." Ali's voice drifted off again as he stared out the window.

After a moments silence, Ali attempted to change the subject. "I hope it is not rude of me to ask, but I was wondering about yourself. Here we are talking about the pains of our fallen worlds and yet we know little more than each others names."

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"Incomparable? I do not understand."

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"We are less than a blunt knife. Merely the bottom of a gold hilt on a silver blade."

But he notioned. "Where are my manners. My name is Viraranaar, the Last of the Black Patriarchs." He held out his hand to shake the Prince's.

"Ali," responded the young prince as he met Viranaar's hand with a firm hand shake. "First of the House of Eborall. Prince 'til Eborall and Heir to the throne."

"Though mere titles they are," Ali said with barely a break in his introduction. "I want to know about your history. About what you do in Jenrak."

"Incomparable? I do not understand."
"There is nothing I have ever seen comparable to you." He replied

"Of course." She replied, heading towards the cafeteria.

Remy began to follow the lady. “You don’t have to tell her I want to talk with her, if she has another suitor she meeting with.” he said. “Understand?”

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Viraranaar only lifted his eyebrows in curiosity, in surprise. "The entire history? It would be a long time to wind that, and my occupation is barely apt in hte slightest bit." He retorted.

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"To me? How flattering, but save it. Realism is the best charm." She replied.

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"Of course." The guide replied, pointing in the direction, before leaving them.

"No, no - not all of it. Just a brief summary or excerpts of important parts," Ali replied. "You know... so I can get a better feeling of the place and the people who live here."

"Alright, thought you are lovely." Ricardo said

"Of course." The guide replied, pointing in the direction, before leaving them.

Remy headed into the direction the lady pointed as his uncle, his aunt, and his aunt’s female lover headed towards Vira’s camber. They would wait for him there.

Fifteen minutes later…

Remy entered the cafeteria, he scanned the room looking for his vixen with brown hair. Oh…there she is. With somebody else. he said to himself. He walked to an open table and took a seat, one eye on Denise the whole time.

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Denise only sighed strongly. "Somebody is watching, and I do not feel at ease." She said, tapping her fingers, impatiently. "I suggest we go someplace else."

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"A simple history? Alright, what do you want to know first?" He asked carefully, the sound deafening in the car.

Denise only sighed strongly. "Somebody is watching, and I do not feel at ease." She said, tapping her fingers, impatiently. "I suggest we go someplace else."

Remy locked in on Denise's heartbeat before picking up the book on the table. It was something about Jenrak histroy or that was Remy though when he picked it up. He started reading, not watching Denise anymore.

Denise only sighed strongly. "Somebody is watching, and I do not feel at ease." She said, tapping her fingers, impatiently. "I suggest we go someplace else."
"As you wish, I don't particularly like being spied upon either." Ricardo commented

"A simple history? Alright, what do you want to know first?" He asked carefully, the sound deafening in the car.

"Well... for one, what cataclismic event triggered your nation's fall to only a shadow of their power," Ali asked curiously.

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"I suggest the courtyard. Do you have a better suggestion?" She asked.

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"Ah, Ascherach's death? The rise of Nuir Enkur, the corruption of the Vizi-Lords, and the strength of Herrissian Karbulia. It's very long and winding. But I will tell you that scientifically, Ascherach was created around 6,000 BC. It outshadowed everything east of the golden sea, and it consisted of Methronn, Sanduras, Ssessloth and Eaurchaus." He sighed slightly, preparing himself.

"The lands of Ascherach stretched from the bottom of modern day Rithman-Naar, the Technology Lords that live just south in their own kingdom from Jenrak, to the Lush, tropical lands of Sanduras, our neighbour to the north. In the east, it held power in Hsac and Minimurn."

"But not everybody was happy with the empire. Barbarian tribes from the western coastlines have marauded Ascherach. The blood of the Ascheran people are strong, and initially the waves of enemies were nothing to them. But as generations weakened, and in breeding caused mixed ideas, it began to crumble not from corruption, or invasions, but from cultural imbalances. It began clear that Nuir Enkur, our great Lord and the creator of Ascherach, formed it out of the mind, not the blood and sword."

"But it still kept power until Herrissian Karbulia arrived." He said, nodding.

"Ah," Ali commented as Viranaar finished. "Now I understand more clearly."

Ali did not seem like he wanted to know any more as he stared out the window of the limo.

I wonder how much further?

"The courtyard sounds very nice." Ricardo replied

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"Let's go." She said, smiling for the first time. What went on in her mind, nobody knows, but it couldn't be pleasent when it was so early in the date.

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"Almost there." Viraranaar stated, slumping. "I took the longer way, the safer way, because of your political status. We wouldn't want anything to happen. An armed escort only draws attention, and in this country, that's never good news."

Ricardo wondered whether the smile was a good smile or a bad smile. Either way he was willing to take on the situation.

"Almost there." Viraranaar stated, slumping. "I took the longer way, the safer way, because of your political status. We wouldn't want anything to happen. An armed escort only draws attention, and in this country, that's never good news."

"Alright," Ali said though he wondered why the people would be so hostile to an armed escort of a foreign dignatary. It almost seemed as if the people of Jenrak were uncollable by the government.

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"Let's go." She urged, getting up, leaving the tray, and walking towards the great stone walls that belied only a simply wooden door, sunlight hewning through it's cracks.

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"Never a good thing. People don't like foreigners. Anyone who is not Jenrakian is a foreigner to us. We're a proud people. We don't foreign people, foreign customs, or any form of invading cultures. We want to stay a single entity, alone and strong. But every day, that becomes harder, and harder. Barely anybody here is pure Jenrakian blood anymore, and the ones who are, most of them are dead, leaving behind no heirs or heirs whom are already meeting foreigners. Like Denise.” He said, as they pulled into the grizzling copper gate, past a marble bridge and a stone wall, as the metal gates only showed slightly a massive anti-aircraft turret, alongside it a great bevy of iron fences and an adamant wall in their way.

“We’re here.” Viraranaar said, slowing the car down. The gaping giant castle, the dark marble stone and the massive tower that crept up it’s carbon neck, Zarazego, only sneered in the defiance of the large city of Haasdra, the island it dwelt on surrounded by a massive wall and the lurking figures only sneered and snickered, licking their lips and wiping the thirsty saliva from their mouths, chains and leashes on them relatively long. “Sadists. I suggest you not make eye contact with any of them; they’re not the friendliest of people.” He spoke quietly, as the car pulled into the garage.

Looking at Denise’s car nearby, Viraranaar only nodded softly. “Looks like Denise is here.”

Good play, Denise. said Remy to himself. Going somewhere I can’t go. But he continued reading the book.

Ali marveled at the grandeur of the place as he looked up at the massive walls.

Quite nice... perhaps I will have one built in this style, back home.

As they passed by the sadists, Ali could help but staring at them - though he was careful not to make eye contact. They were the kind of people you didn't want to meet in a dark alley, or anywhere for that matter. Ali saw that they were chained, "Why do they have those chains and leashes on them?" Ali asked though he added, "What do they do?"

As they pulled into the garage he heard Viranaar say that Denise was here.

Lovely. Perhaps I will get to meet her after all.

Ricardo stood and followed Denise, wondering what she had in mind.

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Bastard. He comes in when I have the time to think about it. She thought, walking with Ricardo to the courtyard.

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"They are the best of our military. They are a group of mentally ill, theologically fanatic and primal killing machines, employed only by the Watchers and the King. They feel no pain, no fear, they see death as a natural thing. They are nothing but beasts with weapons." He said, in anger.

"Denise should be in the castle someplace. If you want to meet her, you can follow me. If you feel adventurous, feel free to explore the castle. If you meet Illuminaatrix, be careful." Viraranaar advised.

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I wonder how he is going to last this, but the outcome could be amusing either way. Denise thought afterwards, entering the courtyard, it blossoming flowers and perfectly cut hedges running along a golden sundial, as fountains sparkled and the benche nearby seemed inviting.

Ricardo walked beside Denise, wondering as well, "I wonder what she's planning and what's the next step in her attempts to drive me away?"

Ricardo walked beside Denise, wondering as well, "I wonder what she's planning and what's the next step in her attempts to drive me away?"

"As you know, and which is why you came here, I'm looking for a capable man to spend my life with. Marriage in my culture is a very binding, strong tradition, so I don't want to make a single mistake." She continued, waiting for a reply.

"As well you should, making a mistake in a lifelong commitment is never a good thing, it only leads to trouble for all parties involved." Ricardo replied, thinking of a friend of his's parents. They were very staunch roman catholics and thus wouldn't get a divorce, but hated each others guts, which made life hellish for both them and their children.

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"That's why I need your help. I need you to go to my estate in Erges, and pick up my necklace." She said, eyeing him carefully. "How you will get there, is up to you, but I will not help."

As Denise and that man left the room, Remy put the book down and gone from the room. A black cloak was missing from the rack next to the door. Remy was theft at heart and a good one at that. He placed the black cloak on, hiding his face before finding another way to enter the courtyard.

"Might I ask where it is and get a letter of permission to get the necklace?" Ricardo asked

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"My estate is on Dwelvdark Avenue, the largest one on the block. It's my father's house, and he's dead now, so it's mine. Tell them Denise sent you." She said.

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A nearby guard, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, saw Remy in his 'borrowed' black cloak, and prompted him to stop. "Excuse, but identification or permission with an identified and licensed Jenrakian is only allowed in the courtyard." He stopped.

"Would you mind telling me what it looks like and where on the estate it it." Ricardo asked, "As I don't think you'd like me having to rifle throught your underwear drawers."

A nearby guard, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, saw Remy in his 'borrowed' black cloak, and prompted him to stop. "Excuse, but identification or permission with an identified and licensed Jenrakian is only allowed in the courtyard." He stopped.

Remy stopped, his face seen hidden. Looking the soldiers in the eyes, he said “I don‘t have you show you anything, my dear sir.” His hypnotic charm that cause others to trust whatever he says was one of his best mutant powers. If he is allowed to pass, Remy would not have to go to plan B.

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"Just tell them, and they'll tell you where it is." Denise said.

...

The soldier nodded, looking up. "I guess you can go. You don't look too bad." The soldier replied, standing back.

"Alright, do you have a car rental agency nearby?" He asked

The soldier nodded, looking up. "I guess you can go. You don't look too bad." The soldier replied, standing back.

Remy smiled but the soldier could not seen that smile because of the hood. Damn that was to easy. he said to himself. He walked pass the soldier and enter the courtyard. He scan to see Denise on the other side of the courtyard. He saw that man with her. Damn, he is still here. he said to himself. He continued to look around the courtyard, when he stopped on the sun dial. He started walking over to the sundial. Something called to him, it was the gold.

"They are the best of our military. They are a group of mentally ill, theologically fanatic and primal killing machines, employed only by the Watchers and the King. They feel no pain, no fear, they see death as a natural thing. They are nothing but beasts with weapons." He said, in anger.

"Denise should be in the castle someplace. If you want to meet her, you can follow me. If you feel adventurous, feel free to explore the castle. If you meet Illuminaatrix, be careful." Viraranaar advised.

"I think I will follow you," Ali said as he thought of the menacing picture of the sadists. "I am afraid I would get lost otherwise."

He turned and singaled for his two guards to remain in the car and watch over his personal belongings.

"All right, lets go," Ali said Viraranaar when he had finished communicating to his guards.

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"You can find anything in this city. Just look." She said impatiently.

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"If I am not mistaken, she would be in the chamber of glass. Let's go." Viraranaar said.

"Alright." He replied, "I'll be back soon." He then set off back to the cafeteria to request to borrow a phone book.

"If I am not mistaken, she would be in the chamber of glass. Let's go." Viraranaar said.

"Chamber of glass?" Ali said curiously wondering what it was. He walked next to Viraranaar as he asked, "What is this chamber of glass and why would she be there?"

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And now, we'll see if he has the mettle. Denise thought.

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"The place of worship. A large room built out of glass."

Ricardo arrived at the cafeteria and requested a phone book, the buisness phone book, and if he could use the phone.

"Ah... then I would like to see such a structure," Ali said as they continued walking.

It sounds most impressive... and if I could possibly see Denise, all the better...

Ali was lost in thought as they walked on towards their destination of which only Viraranaar knew.

Remy looked back over at Denise location at his spot next to the sun dial. Good he is gone. he said to himself. Now, I can talk to her. He walked over to her and stood by her. “Scare him off?” he said.

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Denise only sat there, not taking a glance at Remy yet. "No, why? Are you trying to get me to scare him off?" She got up, without looking at him. "I'm going somewhere, and whether you follow, I have no care." She said, walking into the halls.

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In the massive chamber of glass, the sparkling fragments and the glistening pieces of cut glass only twinkled into darkness of the candles, the cold stone pillars only slightly showing the short and thin slice of brutality beneath the contempt and divising beauty of the large, everlasting room, the massive ceilings and the only person in there were the two of them.

"It seems Denise isn't here." Viraranaar said, the chains chattering as they crinkled along his arm. "Let's go back." He said, as he stopped, turned around, and in his amazement, he saw Denise walking down the opposite end of hte hall.

"Denise!" He yelled to her, as she only gave back a swift glance of malice.

"What?!" She yelled back, strong and impatiently.

"Somebody's here to see you." Viraranaar urged, as she slowly walked forwards.

...

The Ladenel only pointed to the nearby telephone, as a clean and clear phone book laid perfectly on the stall nearby.

Ali turned to see the lady of much recent discussion approaching. His gaze was locked on her as she walked fowards towards them. She is beautiful...

As Denise approached, Ali bowed slightly and then introduced himself, "My name is Ali 'til Eborall... and I expect you are Denise Territurari. It is a pleasure to meet you..."

Ali panicked on the inside though he remained calm and composed on the outside.What do I say? Where do I begin?

"So... I hear you are interested in the art of sword fighting." he said.

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"Of course, Ali 'til Eborall. It is simply odd that a person whom works with blades must be different? Is that what you are implying, or is the pleasure of my presence enough to pleasure you?" She said, watching him carefully.

Denise only sat there, not taking a glance at Remy yet. "No, why? Are you trying to get me to scare him off?" She got up, without looking at him. "I'm going somewhere, and whether you follow, I have no care." She said, walking into the halls.

“Nope but he did run off like you did.” said Remy as he followed behind her. He shadowed her and stay behind, acting more like a bodyguard then a person wanting her hand in marry. He had many question going through his mind.

At the glass chamber, Remy walked out of the shadows. “You better watch out for her blades. You could lose your head.” he said to Ali. Almost like he was trying to scare him out.

The Ladenel only pointed to the nearby telephone, as a clean and clear phone book laid perfectly on the stall nearby.
Ricardo nodded and taking the phone book, began searching for a car rental agency.

"Of course, Ali 'til Eborall. It is simply odd that a person whom works with blades must be different? Is that what you are implying, or is the pleasure of my presence enough to pleasure you?" She said, watching him carefully.

"Well in a sense it is your presence that is pleasing. As I have said it is a pleasure to meet you as I have heard so much about you and too finally put a face to the person is nice," Ali explained. "As for working with blades... I wouldn't say you were different at all. I grew up my whole life practicing with blades - it was one of the my daily lessons. I find it quite interesting and even informative to sword fight... you can tell a lot about a person by how they carry themselves and how they fight."

Seeing that Ali was not listening him, Remy walked passed him with playing card in his gloved right hand. Ace of diamond was the cards. but something was strange about it. The eerily purple color the card had became. “Swords mean nothing in card fight.” he said as the card return back to normal.

Remy head over to Vira, “Uncle Edward is waiting to talk with you.” he said.

"As cards mean nothing in a sword fight," Ali responded.

“Not these cards.” said Remy with an evil smile but nobody can see it because of the hood over his head. He charged another card until it was pulsing purple. In one move, he spun around and send it flying down the hallway. It was three feet away from Denise and Ali, so they were not in any harm.

As the card hit stone wall at the end of the hall, stone was send flying like grenade hit it. “Can do that with anything.” said Remy with a little laugh. “Lord Remy Barrilleaux-Saint Clair is my name. Big name ain‘t it?”

Ali watched as the card flew by and hit the stone wall. How immature... trying to show off with needless destruction. "Aye. That it is..." he said in response.

He looks like servants raised him. I bet he has never seen battle in his life time. said Remy to himself. He would never survive in wasteland like Jenrak. Young punk. Remy could be Ali’s great-grandfather because of his age. He was 100 years old but still look maybe twelve.

ooc: lol, I would respond but that would be GMing.

OOC: Lol! TM what you were going to say.

Denise only looked with a fervent, and uncertain look upon her face. "Very nice, sir, but you're paying for the damage." She said coldly to Remy. "Such arrogance."

Ali only winked and grinned as they were on the same thought level. Indeed... what a waste and a needless show of... "macho-ness"

Ricardo found a car rental agency and having rented a car, headed toward Denise's estate to get her necklace for her.

“Denise, you know my family. So the damage will be paid for.” said Remy. “But it gives the wall some…character.” Dumb little girl. he said to himself. Killing her own father and not knowing it.

“So…young Ali, you think you can handle a lady like the lovely Denise.” he asked.

"On how you think handling is seen as." She replied. Denise thought for a second, wondering on what could be a perfect testament. "How about a friendly competition, Mr. Ali? I'll face you here, with what I have, and you do the same. Unless you are weaponless? Then dear Viraranaar can give you his blade." She pointed to the lurking man, whom only looked back quickly.

"My blade? It can be held by you, but you must be careful." He replied.

Oh shit. said Remy to himself. What have I started. Remy stepped back to where Vira was at. “Remember he is prince or something. Can’t have him get cut up, can we?” said Remy.

Ali smiled pleasantly, "Only in name..."

He took the blade that Viraranaar had offered and carefully weighed it in his hands. Bit heavier than I like... but it will have to do/ "All right then..."

Viraranaar only shrugged. "He is, after all, I'm assuming, competent. He knows that should he fail to accept the challenge, his chance of winning Denise's hand would be nearly zero, by failing to prove himself when a chance comes along. However, if he accepts, he can't put her to blame at whatever cost because he already accepted it." He whispered.

Denise only stood there, watching intently. "So, Mr.Ali, will you show me your skill?"

"But of course," Ali said as he held the sword to his side in his right hand. "Whenever you are ready..."

“Viraranaar, up to a little stake?” asked Remy. Being a master theft, betting was another way to get money. If I wanted, she would be mine. he said in his mind.

"I'm placing my money on Denise. A thousand dollars is all I have to spare right now in my pocket. It's not a matter of Ali's skill, for I do not underestimate him, but he is held back. He has a less need to harm Denise than vice versa." Viraranaar replied.

"How crude." Denise said, walking to the front of the door, only a few meters away from Ali, getting into her stance; left leg out, right leg in, blade held upright as it's golden gleam shown in the stark light.

"Let's see your skills, Mr.Ali." She said, waiting for his reply.

Once on the open road, Ricardo wondered what sort of reception he'd receive at Denise's manor, unpleasent most likely, and he wondered what, if anything she was doing at the moment.

"I'm placing my money on Denise. A thousand dollars is all I have to spare right now in my pocket. It's not a matter of Ali's skill, for I do not underestimate him, but he is held back. He has a less need to harm Denise than vice versa." Viraranaar replied.

“Damn, I was going with Denise too.” said Remy. “Can’t bet on the same person, can we? Well…maybe next time.”

"How crude." Denise said, walking to the front of the door, only a few meters away from Ali, getting into her stance; left leg out, right leg in, blade held upright as it's golden gleam shown in the stark light.


Damn, she is hot woman. said Remy to himself. Who can kick some ass, too.

"Crude?" Ali responded. "I hardly think my skills or form is crude - I simply don't wish to raise my sword into an offensive position until my opponent is ready."

He then got into his stance. Right leg extended foward with his sword arm direclty over it - his left foot was slightly behind him and to the side, creating a 110 degree angle between his legs. He held his sword in his right hand with the blade at a forty-five degree angle to the floor. When he was ready, he lowered himself so that his knees were at a 110 degree angle. "Ready"

"I'm not calling you crude, Mr. Ali. Only the bet that Viraranaar has offered." In a swift shock of speed, she lunged towards him, and it seemed that their distance has immediately shrun.

"I'm not calling you crude, Mr. Ali. Only the bet that Viraranaar has offered." In a swift shock of speed, she lunged towards him, and it seemed that their distance has immediately shrunk.

"Ah, I see. My apologies then," Ali responded as she finished her statement. Not soon after, she had lunged at him, closing the distance between the two. Ali was ready for her move and seeing that she wan't to take the offensive, he was content to defend.

His blade began to cut through the air as he parryed and blocked her thrust.

"To block an attack of power, you must leave another spot open." She replied, lunging into the air and flipping behind him, as she swung.

"Typical." Viraranaar said. "The Aurax. The two-stepped duel. This could go on for a fairly long time."

“I think she is show off like I did.” said Remy. “But mine was cooler.”

"Tactical simplicity." Viraranaar replied smoothly. "She's wearing him down with the least amount of different attacks. It would be risky to show an enemy many of your attacks."

“It still is a one sided fight, if you look at it.” said Remy. “Your sword does not fix with the young man. And I think Denise was born with a sword in her hands.”

As Ricardo drove, he finally found his turn-off and drove up to the gates of Denise's manor. Parking the car, he got out and approached the gateman.

Ali's stance gave him the maximum flexibility in blocking and adapting to his opponent's moves. When Denise flipped over him, he simply readjusted his weight so that he was facing the other way - as she came down with her blade, Ali's was already waiting and easily blocked it away. Ali was barely using any energy at all as he didn't have to move that much. She is wasting a lot of energy with her moves... flipping and such...

...

"Sorry, sir. But this is private property, and you cannot go anywhere near here." He said, holding his hand out.

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"Ah, but the defenceman is winning. The amount of effort used for the side-swipe and the lunge is already ten times as much as the single turn that Ali had already used." Viraranaar said to Remy.

Denise flipped again, but this time she placed her sword at it's tip on the hard concrete ground, and swung up and kicked at Ali with both feet.

"Oh? Using centrifugal force to build up an assault that would cause a powerful blow to the enemy. I believe that was one of Nahk's created abilities. Truly an attack expectant from the Territurari clan." Viraranaar replied again.

"Sorry, sir. But this is private property, and you cannot go anywhere near here." He said, holding his hand out.
"I was instructed to fetch a necklace from this manor by Miss. Denise Territurari." Ricardo replied, "She said that I should tell you and you'd know where it was."

"Umph," the blow hit Ali in the chest and forced him backwards a few feet. "Very nice move," he commented as he regained himself quickly and again dropped into his defense position. Fancy move... I will remember that...

"I was instructed to fetch a necklace from this manor by Miss. Denise Territurari." Ricardo replied, "She said that I should tell you and you'd know where it was."

"Ah, you are the man she must be talking about!" He said, with a lighter tone in his voice. "I do not know of where the necklace the lady wishes is, but I'm sure any of the servants in the house would know. I'll open the gates for you, but if you steal anything, we will know." He said with a warning.

...

This gave Denise some space, as she went back into her position, and lunged forwards once more.

"Ah, you are the man she must be talking about!" He said, with a lighter tone in his voice. "I do not know of where the necklace the lady wishes is, but I'm sure any of the servants in the house would know. I'll open the gates for you, but if you steal anything, we will know." He said with a warning.
"I can assure you that I'm not interested in stealing anything, I wouldn't want Miss. Territurari mad at me. Truth to tell, she frightens me a bit." Ricardo replied as he entered the manor and walked up to the front door and knocked(or ringed the door bell).

This time Ali knew what her move would be. At the same time that she lunged forward at him, he stepped to the side and went on the offensive - thrusting out and stabbing at her unguarded left side.

...

"Don't worry about it. She's just playing 'hard to get'." The guard replied. Apparently, he seemed to know alot about Denise.

When the doorbell was rung, a relatively average height woman opened hte door, her blonde hair up in a tight bun, a washing cloth in her hands. "Who are you?" She asked crudely.

"I am Ricardo Veccii and I am here to pick up a necklace that Miss. Territurari has requested I get." He replied

...

Licking at the bleeding wound afresh in her side, she only spat the blood out of her mouth as it desecrated the gleaming seat. "Now we have a fight." She said, smiling slightly, Leaping up into the air, sword drawn.

"Theur style, a Sadist offense. She's playing a different game entirely now." Viraranaar smiled.

Licking at the bleeding wound afresh in her side, she only spat the blood out of her mouth as it desecrated the gleaming seat. "Now we have a fight." She said, smiling slightly, Leaping up into the air, sword drawn.

"Theur style, a Sadist offense. She's playing a different game entirely now." Viraranaar smiled.

Ohh... Ali didn't know how far he was supposed to take the fight and was surprised when he actually made Denise bleed. "My ap-" he was about to say sorry as she lept into the air for a counter-attack. Ali was caught off guard as her blade came straight down at him - he was barely able to get his blade up in front of his face before her blade struck. The force knocked him off balance and caused him to trip backwards.

“You messed up now, boy.” said Remy with a little laugh. “And you can’t talk during a duel.” Remy watched the duel in front of him. “Should we stop her, if she gets to wild.” he whispered to Vira.

"No, she knows where to draw the line." Viraranaar replied.

Denise walked back, hands down, her blade at her neck, seeming to be in the open, as she placed her sword back at it's hilt. "This seems relatively new. I've never seen this." Viraranaar replied.

She only stood there, waiting.

ooc: I am confused about her action. How is her blade at her neck and sheathed?

edit: Theao wants me to remind you of this post (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10060048&postcount=177)

“I hope.” was all Remy said. His eyes on Denise, watching every move she did or would make. He was studying her like book. Nothing would surprise him, if she wants to have a little sword fight with him.

ooc: I am confused about her action. How is her blade at her neck and sheathed?

edit: Theao wants me to remind you of this post (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10060048&postcount=177)

OOC: Old, old style of kenjutsu. Used for the left handed people. You held your right arm out holding the sword (despite the requirement of being left handed), while it's in it's sheath. So she's pretty much holding a sheathed sword on her left shoulder. Sorry if I worded it wrong.

And I forgot about Theao's post. Sry bout that.

IC:

"Pardon me?" The servant asked again.

"My name is Ricardo Veccii and Miss. Territurari has requested that I get a necklace from here for her." He reiterated

"Ah." The servant replied, still holding the cloth tightly. "Come with me." She urged.

"Alright." Ricardo replied as he entered after the lady.

Quite odd... Ali took the time to regain himself as Denise sheated her sword. I assume we are to continue...

Ali had refocused himself and had proceeded to use a more mobile stance in which his right foot was just barely foward of his left. And as quick as lightning, he attacked. Lunging foward and launching into a series of slashes and cuts at Denise.

...

"Madam Terri keeps her things in the library. I'll escort you there. It's easy to get lost here. Her father wasn't the neatest of people." The servant said jokingly.

...

Denise worked the blade out, strongly slashing the air around her, in a blazing fury, defending herself from the assault. As forceful as it was, it could only barely defend her slightly.

"Madam Terri keeps her things in the library. I'll escort you there. It's easy to get lost here. Her father wasn't the neatest of people." The servant said jokingly.
"Ah, I can relate. My roommate in collage was a bit messy." Ricardo replied as he followed her to the library.

In the massive labriary, textbooks strewn across, and relics abound, it was a glittering sparkle of gold, the silver dangling at every corner as diamond was as common as the tinkling lights upon the windowsill.

"The necklace is somewhere. Help me look for it, will you?" She asked, looking around.

In the massive labriary, textbooks strewn across, and relics abound, it was a glittering sparkle of gold, the silver dangling at every corner as diamond was as common as the tinkling lights upon the windowsill.

"The necklace is somewhere. Help me look for it, will you?" She asked, looking around.
"Alright." Ricardo replied as he began looking for the necklace.

Ali changed his mode of attack. He continued to swipe at Denise with his sword but as he saw an opening to make his move with her being force onto the defensive, he took it. He hit the ground quickly and proceeded into a sweep kick at her legs.

Denise felt the full force of the attack, and she fell, but her instinct kicked in, her hand on the ground, lifting her back up as she punched at him, her sword still in her hand.

Denise's punch landed in Ali's stomach but barely got a reaction out of him. Instead he regained his stance and pressed the attack - swinging and thrusting at Denise.

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Blade in her hand, she twisted and slashed him, in spite of his attacks upon her. “Very nice, but that’s not enough. You can’t reach the breaking potential with a sword like that.” She said.

As her blade nearly came in contact with his face, Ali bent backwards and dodged the blade. "It is not the blade that matters... merely the skill of he who wields the blade," Ali replied.

"But skill will not save you alone. Or are you thinking you may best my blade with a twig?" She sneered, twisting up, blade ready at his throat, as she stopped, only a millimeter from his flesh. Sheathing her blade, she said, "The battle is not a battle of death and destruction. It's a battle of test. I apologize. I will clean up, and hope that you will forgive me." She said, turning around and heading out the door.

"Well, what do you think?" Viraranaar said, behind his dark, black cape, his ripped trenchcoat and his chains. "What do you think of the wondrous Denise?" He said sarcasticly.

"Alright." Ricardo replied as he began looking for the necklace.

"Ah, here it is." The servant said, holding up a relatively plain looking necklace, a few beads connected. "Here it is, but be careful. It has some poisonous qualities. I'll get some gloves for you."

"Ah, here it is." The servant said, holding up a relatively plain looking necklace, a few beads connected. "Here it is, but be careful. It has some poisonous qualities. I'll get some gloves for you."
"Thank you, I'll be sure to be cautious." Ricardo replied as he looked at the necklace, as well as examining the rest of the room.

"Thank you, I'll be sure to be cautious." Ricardo replied as he looked at the necklace, as well as examining the rest of the room.

"Here you go." The servant replied, handing him a pair of gloves, her cloth holding the necklace still. "Be careful."

"Here you go." The servant replied, handing him a pair of gloves, her cloth holding the necklace still. "Be careful."
"Thank you." He said again, taking and putting the gloves on, then taking the necklace.

"But skill will not save you alone. Or are you thinking you may best my blade with a twig?" She sneered, twisting up, blade ready at his throat, as she stopped, only a millimeter from his flesh. Sheathing her blade, she said, "The battle is not a battle of death and destruction. It's a battle of test. I apologize. I will clean up, and hope that you will forgive me." She said, turning around and heading out the door.

"Well, what do you think?" Viraranaar said, behind his dark, black cape, his ripped trenchcoat and his chains. "What do you think of the wondrous Denise?" He said sarcasticly.

"If he who held the blade could not wield it... than yes I do believe a twig could best a blade," Ali replied as she head out the door.

"Well she certainly is interesting, thats for sure," Ali replied as he turned to Viranaar. "Makes for good conversation."

...

"Good luck." The servant said.

...

"Very interesting indeed. There's a party tonight, and I'm sure she would be interested in you joining, unless you need to return."

"Well, what do you think?" Viraranaar said, behind his dark, black cape, his ripped trenchcoat and his chains. "What do you think of the wondrous Denise?" He said sarcasticly.

“Almost like her father.” said Remy. “Am I right, Lord Vira?” He heard his favorite word, ‘party’. “I’ll be there.”

"Well, there's one response." Viraranaar chuckled.

"Very interesting indeed. There's a party tonight, and I'm sure she would be interested in you joining, unless you need to return."

"No, no. I would be delighted in coming to the party - I had planned on staying another couple of weeks so I don't have to return any time soon," Ali responded. "Might I ask what time of party it will be and what would be appropriate to wear?"

"Good luck." The servant said.
"And the best of luck to you as well." He said taking the necklace and returning to his vehicle.

...

"A party to commemmorate the coronation of Alledrias Serptine. She'll be officially signed in as the Ruler, once she hits the age." Viraranaar replied.

"Quite elegant I would assume then?" Ali responded.

"Well, there's one response." Viraranaar chuckled.

“I know my Uncle would be there, too.” said Remy. As he said that, he could see his own breath like was cold outside. And the temperature did drop to almost freezing. He looked up to see a man enter in the room with large coat a Eskimo would wear. Behind him was two women with gold hoods. “Speak of the devil.” said Remy.

"Nice Coat." Viraranaar said. "Fairly large isn't it?"

"And yes, Ali. A nice suit would do."

"Nice Coat." Viraranaar said. "Fairly large isn't it?"

“It works.” said Edward. “Who made Denise bleed?” Remy did not say anything.

"Not a problem," Ali replied. "I think I have an outift that is fitting for such an occasion."

OOC@DMG: The temperature did drop to almost freezing in that room because of Edward’s mutant powers. Ali would be feeling it.

OOC@DMG: The temperature did drop to almost freezing in that room because of Edward’s mutant powers. Ali would be feeling it.

ooc: my bad. I was not aware that Edward had mutant powers.
IC:

"Did it cold in here or is it just me?" Ali said as he began to feel quite cold... freezing would be a better word for it.

OOC: FYI All the members (The ones I created) of the Dominion’s royal family have mutant powers. Edward is like the X-Men’s Iceman but he has more control over his powers then Bobby has.

IC: Remy just laughed as the glass walls began to fog up. “”It is my doing, young man.” said Edward. “I always like to surprise people.” The room began to go back to normal. “It is a good way to take of your enemies.”

Ricardo got into the car and headed back to where Denise was.

"And am I your enemy?" Ali asked.

"Don't know you. So, you are not my enemy." said Edward. "I need to relax my powers a little bit. It was just for fun.”

"What's going on?" Illuminaatrix asked, bellowing from the front doors, in his suit and uniform, his blade still dangling by his side.

"Just chatting," Ali said as the newcomer burst in. "I assume you are Illuminatrix. I am Prince Ali... it is nice to meet you."

"Watcher Illuminaatrix, pleased to meet you, Mr. Ali. I assume you've had a fairly interesting stay in Jenrak, no?" He said, looking at his scars.

"You could certainly say that," Ali chuckled, "Though it fails to grasp my experience today."

"No wonder, you're using a mediocre sword." Illuminaatrix said mockingly. Viraranaar stood up in a righteous fury, his hands clenched.

"Mediocre? I sincerely doubt that, as this was the only sword that Arcarum fell under." He said, nodding. Wish I had my staff-"

"Your staff is old news." Illuminaatrix said, throwing the massive blade to Viraranaar, who caught it with angry hands.

"If it's so old, and I have such mediocre weapons, then how about a match? A little friendly fight between friends to see whom's is better." He asked Illuminaatrix, who shrugged.

"Sure, but don't blame me." Illuminaatrix said, simply standing there.

"My day just keeps getting more interesting," Ali said as he stepped aside so give the two combatants room.

Ricardo arrived in down, returned the car to the rental agency and returned to the compound to find Denise and give her the necklace.

"Don't underestimate me." Viraranaar said, taking his sword, and hooking his chain to his hilt, and helt it high with both hands, and smashed it onto the ground, as the blade dug into the ground, his body standing in a vertical pike, his legs apart as his arms aimed at the ground.

"Pitiful, you can't fight me with a Exkra stance." Illuminaatrix said, his hand twitching as it's flat palm above his handle, still not touching the sword. "Come on."

Edward and the others stood back. “This is going to be good.” said Edward.

Well not everybody was in there, Remy was on the hunt and left the room when Eln arrived. He was tracking Denise’s blood through the castle.

Viraranaar kept his face sullen and still, as so did Illuminaatrix, as both of them tried to stare each other down, their aura of their impertinent stance still strong and unbroken.

"Are you afraid, Viraranaar?" Illuminaatrix asked, his hand still twitching above his blade.

“Why would he be afraid of you?” asked Edward.

Remy was still on Denise’s path, he would catch up with her in a little bit.

Ricardo was still holding the necklace in a gloved hand as he searched for Denise.

“He is not afraid of me, only to die, am I right?” Illuminaatrix said, mocking him, his hand still twitching with a fervent glaze, his muscles tiring out from his alert status.

“I’m not afraid. I’ll prove it.” Viraranaar said, smiling with a thick smile in his face, throwing his sword, as Illuminaatrix slightly dodged, narrowly missing the blade as it swung harmlessly by. “You’re forgetting things, Illuminaatrix.” He said maniacally, twisting his fingers as the sword lunged to the right immediately, similar to Arcarum’s puppet-master techniques, the massive sword seeming to glide through the air effortlessly as they pummelled forth.

In a switch, single move, Illuminaatrix lifted his hand, and blocked the attack with the tiny sheath on the round tip of his hilt, as the blades flickered inside his sword, a blazing fire forming around it’s edge. “You learned the Harku Zakku from Arcarum?” Illuminaatrix asked in surprise, bending down, his hand twitching once more over his sword, as Viraranaar’s flying blade fell back onto his gloved hands.

“No. Arcarum learned the Harku Zakku from me. But this is not the style of the Puppeteer. This is the style of Hypnilith, the Illusionist.” Viraranaar replied angrily, twisting his fingers again, as the sword flung out to meet his foe, as another sword seemingly flung at him from the side, towards Illuminaatrix.

“Two blades?” Eln said in surprise, lunging up his blade to strongly hit the first one, but it merely died off as a paper decoy, harmlessly falling to the ground, as the extra force Illuminaatrix gave off to fend it lunged him dangerously forwards, the other sword smashing him into the chest, and then the face, as he flew into the church seats.

“Checkmate.” Viraranaar only smiled, sheathing his blade.

As Denise walked along the halls, she finally reached her chambers in the large Mausoleum, and shook her head as she dropped a bottle full of alcohol on her wounds, as she yelled, “Anybody here?”, and without a reply, she resumed.

“He can fend himself, but his mind is still not yet developed.” Denise only said about Ali.

Ricardo heard the sound of Denise's voice, thought it was echoing, and he began trying to find her by tracing it.

Denise heard footsteps nearing her room, and in a loud burst she said, "Who's there?"

Hearing Denise's voice, he replied, "It's me, Ricardo. I've gotten the necklace you asked me to get."

"Just wait." Denise replied, getting her shirt back on. "I'll be there soon enough."

"Alright." He replied, a couple, quickly squelched, naughty thoughts running throught his head at her comments.

The wooden door opened slightly, revealing her leering left eye through to him, as she watched carefully. "Do you have what I asked?"

"I have the necklace I was told you wanted." He held it up in a gloved hand. "I was also informed it was poisoned, and required handling with a glove."

Denise had a skeptical look. "It''s not poisoned." She said, taking the necklace and putting it around her neck. She seemed unharmed. "There's a party tonight at the castle. If you want to come, feel free. There's free food and wine, so you would be missing out on alot of things." She smiled.

"Alright, formal dress?" He asked, "And I guess the staff at the manor where playing a trick on me." He added

"Perhaps. Or maybe it wasn't the necklace they thought it was."

"Both possible, so is it formal dress or casual?" He asked

"Formal dress. You'll be shot if you wear Casual."

“Good show, Vira.” said Edward as he clapped his hands. “And you too, Eln.”

Damn, he is back. said Remy as he rounded the corner, to see Ricardo at Denise’s door. I could kill him right here, if I want. But he walked pass him and continued down the hallway.

"Alright, formal it is." He replied, he noticed that a guy was giving him a eyeing, but decided to simply ignore the man unless he attempted to make an issue of something or other.

As Viraranaar curled up the chains in victory, the chair lit up ablaze, as Illuminaatrix emerged in full fury, his sword in a reaping swath of fire, as he sheathed his sword back into it's cover, and he held it out, his left hand twitching once more. "Your style is broken." Illuminaatrix said, waiting.

"Such arrogance." Viraranaar replied, lifting his hands as six adjacent blades lunged at Illuminaatrix, at different positions, but in a swift movement, Illuminaatrix let go of his sheath, and twisted a small metal wire in a centrifugal force, as a ring of fire for only a second appeared, but set loose blaze to all decoys, revealing the steel original, and he dodged it, and lunged towards Viraranaar, smashing him into the wall.

"Takedu Style. The master format of the Sword Bearers."

“Damn it, Eln.” said Edward in powerful tone. “You need to chill or your best soldier is going to kill you.”

"Believe me, if either of us were intent on killing, we'd be alot more aggressive." Illuminaatrix said, sitting down to pray.