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Post by cassius on Oct 14, 2014 19:41:58 GMT
“ GIMMIE THE BOOTY I WANT THE BOOTY ” If Kamille's smile was plastic, Cassius wouldn't have even recycled it. The man drew backward, letting the air pool in between them once again. He could finally breathe; the disturbing thought that he had just recycled the oxygen betwixt them had drained the pigment from his skin or perhaps it was the moonlight that had paled his zealous features. He was pleasantly surprised. Surprised that he had even acknowledged that there were more "meaningful existences." But to Cassius, he believed everyone to be on the same plane. The rain just happened to hit the elite few earlier. "Even the 'lowliest' of people still have a voice." Cassius barked, "I get what you're saying. In fact, I mostly agree. But imagine if we had a potato famine? Then this whole fucking system could go to shit, am I right?" He stretched his arm out, directing it to the lands before them. "If we go by that logic, maybe the next Exalt should be a potato!" Not that he would have minded. Any semblance of a joke was lost in the hurried frenzy of his voice. Cassius swore he felt a prickling blush come across his cheeks at the mention of his appearance, but he pretended it wasn't there. It was the heat of the argument. The heat of the debate, not some instinctual reaction to a simple compliment—if he had even meant it to be one. "Don't call me cute."He spat on the ground. TAGGED kamilleNOTES Goddd i love kamillelelefe MADE BY ★MEULK FOR SHIV <3
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Post by kamille on Oct 15, 2014 9:51:58 GMT
Kamille merely smiled but his unnatural laughter that once filled the air left an unmistakable stain on the silence. At this point, it didn't matter anymore whether Cassius argued soundly with intelligent points or nonsensical potatoes. Everything that came out from his mouth was a jester's poem to Kamille. “Why not? I'm sure you get it often. Perhaps not from men. They prefer to shove their dick up your ass, don't they? Oh, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not sure how comfortable I am at the idea of fucking a dog.” Kamille chuckled, shaking his head. “My apologies. That was a bit out of the line.” Kamille was put in a pleasantly good mood but he had been entertained for far too long. Besides, he doubted Cassius could keep him amused the entire night. While his spirit was still kind, he should bid Cassius farewell. Kamille turned around, his head slightly turned to the side as he addressed Cassius. “I take back what I said. Your hospitality had been commendable. You should reconsider joining the ranks of the Plegian military. We could use a man with too much time to keep us amused, though I doubt the Steward would let go a rare talent like you,” — Kamille flashed Cassius one last malicious grin — “considering how buffoons suffer early deaths far too often.” He walked away with his back exposed to Cassius as if to emphasize how non-existent his respec for the man was. cassius (You're supposed to be on Cassius' side! Anyway, @rowan can post after Cassius if you want him to react first. Ooor Rowan posts first. Whatever works.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 21:53:56 GMT
Eyes on fire, "Admiral."
Kamille wouldn't get far into his walk away from the scene - perhaps only just fully turning away - before her voice would cut in. The blonde stepped out and brushed bangs back with a lazy sweep, taking the present company in with a silent stare. It was hard to sleep in this country when every inch of her burned to get her Queen back to the 'safety' of Plegia. At least in their home, she knew the foe - she knew the political opponents, the threat of war with the Grimleal, and those that might side with the previous ruler. In this country, she had no home advantage. Any one person her Queen would go on to meet could be her potential end, so it was with a heavy grip that she resided at their encampment on the lookout. It was during such a sleepless night that she, in a spurring fit of a walk, spotted the two conversing.
Naturally, the curious captain of the guard came to take a gander, and it was more or less as expected. Kamille was being as polite as possible to who she suspected was a Ylissean knight - someone of some kind of military stature in order to engage in any lengthy conversation with one of Plegia's finest. Rowan kept her gaze on this stranger for a moment before turning her full attention towards Kamille himself.
"I think it is ill-advised to actively spurn our hosts, you know. We are in this country for a pleasant bit of diplomacy." Keeping stern but fair, Rowan simply wanted to emphasis that the admiral really shouldn't get ahead of what they could handle. She had respect for the man for what he had - and could - accomplish, but there was no use in letting his poor social skills take the field. It was probably time for her to step in. "We wouldn't want to let the queen down, now would we?" | SHE IS HERE WHATEVS |
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Post by cassius on Oct 20, 2014 13:48:46 GMT
“ GIMMIE THE BOOTY I WANT THE BOOTY ” Cassius' potatoes weren't nonsensical—at least in his eyes. He wasn't sure if his potato analogies would hold up in a formal debate but regardless of whether his skills in rhetoric were best left in the ground or not, Cassius could not help but balls his shaking hands into fists as Kamille sneered at him. He kept a straight face at the implications charged towards his sex life. His fists did not stir nor did they shake but when Kamille likened him to that of a mutt, he could feel the circulation in his hand cutting. But he kept quiet. He didn't want to spend words. No, he wanted to hear every little bit of the man's acrid lexicon until he ran out of things to say. To what extent would he bark? To what extent could he bite? That smile twisted his vocal cords, shut them tight and choked them. However, it was the arrival of the blonde Plegian that unleashed the tension in his cords and let him breathe. "Admiral."So, that's how far he had gotten. Cassius had to catch up. Her words were a refreshing breath and if the Mauthe Doogs had sounded right then, their howls would have turned into melodies; Rowan's words were a symphony. Cassius bowed to Rowan after deliberately taking a step to the side to avoid hitting Kamille in his line of greeting. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Cassius." He refrained from elaborating further. "There's no trouble here, to be quite honest." A smile returned to his lips, "We were just having a friendly chat, that's all."TAGGED kamille @rowan NOTES WASSUP ROWAN MADE BY ★MEULK FOR SHIV <3
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Post by kamille on Oct 20, 2014 23:14:04 GMT
Indeed, Kamille had not been able to take another step when a familiar voice stopped him on his tracks. It wasn't the voice itself – the owner of it – that made him pause from the recognition. Rather, it was the tone, the title that had served as the new container for his name. But who? Who had come with them to Pyrathi and could address him like that? Schooling his face to a neutral expression, Kamille turned to the direction of the voice. A woman. Kamille's eyes drifted to the armament strapped across her torso. A bow. Kamille stared at her while she inspected Cassius for a moment before she switched to Kamille. He returned her full attention with his, showing no apparent emotion from the reprimand — her opinion, for, after all, she had no right to try to treat him as if he were her subordinate. The Captain of the Guards stood equal with the admiral. “It's just as the Captain says,” Kamille replied coolly. While Cassius' smile returned, Kamille's vanished. “Admittedly, we shouldn't have been idling either. It seems the Captain's offer to help keep watch had only made both of us lazy. I suppose it can't be helped – though my pledge is with the Queen, nothing can change the fact that I was born an Ylissean.” A small smile found its way again on Kamille's lips. The sentiment made him smile. It was a total joke. “Ylissean knights have a reputation for constant formality but when we speak with each other privately, we like loosening up. It's not an excuse, of course. We apologize for letting you see something so crude.” @rowan cassius
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