Succession: Rebellion

Nix and Gaita

"Thank you for your hospitality." Gaita said taking a seat. Nix took a seat next to her and leaned the chair back so that it rested on two legs. "Now...Why exactly were you in the Arena?" Nix asked, curious as to why this seemingly harmless kid was sentenced to such a harsh punishment. 'Not that the empire has ever needed a reason to unfairly imprison someone.' He thought bitterly.

Savina

"Yeah...So I've heard." Savina replied as she held her hands behind her back. Savina desperately wanted out of this conversation, but she began to realize that that seemed unlikely. ...Unless. "I saw you die. That's why I collapsed." Savina randomly stated, hoping that the Kaleesh would react like people always did. Tell her to leave, state that she's lying, or of course, just lose their minds and start crying. Any of those things would be excuse enough for her to go.
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Katie

"Great." Katie replied before sitting down straight and comfortably.
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Cyril

Cyril and Ana arrived back at the Suite his Father had been given after arriving in the Capital. Luckily for them, Cyril's Father wasn't home. Yet, at least. The boy arrived in the main room, laughing as he led Ana in. "As you can-hic see, the Empire spares no expense for the Subjects whom they like." Cyril stated as he waved his hands dramatically, tripping as he did so.

The rooms were well furnished, with Carpets and furs laying on the ground to soften the mood. The walls were colored...somehow. Cyril wasn't sure what substance had been used, he never really cared.

The boy rolled over and looked up at Ana, a goofy grin on his face. "Come lie down on here with me, this fur is really, really-hic soft." Cyril said before giggling.

Maul

"Oh? How curious. If you do not mind me asking, how did I die?" Maul inquired, not the least perturbed by Savina's admission. Order members had been drilled, since the time they were trained, that they would one day die, whether it be from disease, battle, or old age, and had been trained to accept the inevitable. They had also been trained to not let the fear of death stop them, either, epsecially on missions that nearly guaranteed one's death.

Maul had mostly asked out of curiousity, but he knew it also wouldn't hurt to know as much details about his death as he could, so the Kaleesh would recognize it when it came and possibly prevent it, if he had to.

Savina

Savina inwardly groaned as she realized that the Kaleesh was the curious type of person. "Well it sort of had a lot of circumstances to it actually....." Savina explained as she clasped her hands together. "It sort of looked like you had killed a lot of people, and there were a few feathers in you chest. And then a giant fireball came down and sort of hit you and the vision stopped and that's all." Savina explained, saying the last sentence so quickly it was practically a blur.

Ana stumbled towards Cyril, laughing softly at the way she couldn't walk in a straight line. She paused just before him, staring down at the boy. Something about his words triggered a warning in her muddled mind. Her brow furrowed. Something was wrong.

She remembered an offer like this before, and that it had been followed by a beating when she had accepted. It had been... training. Yes, it had been part of her training, to... to... It was too hard to remember, and so she gave up trying.

"I... don' think..." She collapsed into a sitting position beside him, the giddiness gone as soon as it had come over her. Instead, mistrust could be seen in her orange eyes.

Maul

"I see. How interesting." Maul said. "How long have you had these visions?"

Savina

"......Six years." Savina replied after a long moment of silence.
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Cyril

Cyril didn't notice the change in Ana's demeanor. His sense still being dulled by the Dwarven Ale from earlier. Along with his general foolishness, of course. "See...I told you that it was nice." Cyril said as he sat up and looked at the girl, an unpleasant look in his eye.

"You know, you are really pretty when you don't look so-hic mean."

She didn't respond at first, aside from the flushing of her cheeks, but grabbed her cloak with trembling hands and pulled it more securely over her body. Her gaze remained focused on Cyril, watching him for any sudden movements, though with the ale in her system, she never would have been able to respond fast enough.

"Wha...? -Hic.- Whaddya want?"

She was trying to focus, trying to get the right words out, but it was as if her body and mind were half-asleep and unwilling to respond.

Maul

"I see. Well, I do hope we meet again. I must go check on the progress of the investigation of the escaped Heirs." Maul said suddenly, standing up. He bowed to Savina before leaving.

(Tis official, Cyril is one of the many horrible people in this RP.)
Cyril

"I just want to have some fun hic with you." Cyril stated while chuckling lightly, still not entirely sure what was going on around them or that Ana was obviously uncomfortable. The boy slowly rose up onto his knees before leaning in towards the Girl for a kiss.
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Savina

"Yeah....." Savina replied before turning around and walking away quickly, not caring if he saw her tattoo at this point. It wouldn't exactly change anything now, he knew almost everything about the visions....

(This is what Ana gets for allowing herself to get in this situation. Normally she doesn't drink quite so much. Of course, doesn't change the fact that he's horrible.)

Her hands hit his chest and she shoved him back with as much strength as her trembling arms could muster, which wasn't much. Her mind was clearing a little, the adrenline rushing through her body sobering her up some, but still she was far from full capacity.

"Get away!"

Nebi frowned, pausing for a second to think of a suitable cover. With a shrug, he replied nonchalantly, "I was a political prisoner. Let's just say that I had the wrong parents and I was deemed a potential threat to the Empire."

(Yeah, drinking with a stranger probably wasn't smart. But still, date rape is gross and completely immoral.)
Cyril

Cyril looked up at Ana, dumbfounded. "Wha is it!? I thought we hic had something." Cyril stated as he slowly picked himself back up. "I mean, we had fun at the bar and hic stuff." He stated, chuckling nervously as he finished speaking.
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Carlisle

Carlisle sat on the mat in his room. The Doctor had been alone for almost an hour now, and he still hadn't entirely coped with the fact that he was finally free. But now the Doctor needed to figure out what he was supposed to do next. The Prophet had told him that he would travel, see familiar faces, and then decide to fight Tsuba. But why? What was the point of bringing him here?

Carlisle collapsed onto his back, spreading his arms out and staring up at the ceiling. "Gods, if you have any more signs or messages to give... I would really appreciate it."

(Yeppers)

Ana's left hand reached down, searching for her staff that was not there--she never took it to taverns with her. Panicked, she tried to scramble backwards, but collapsed partway through the attempt.

The world was spinning around and her body was swaying slightly in response, making it hard for any kind of coordinated response. Hiccups continued to plague her and she felt so sick inside, from the mixture of horror and alcohol.

"Tha... That was... -hic- diffrent." She tried to say more, tried to say that she didn't want this, but she couldn't form the thoughts, the words, the sentences.

Nell looked down a hallways and he saw Katie and C.C. He wasn't sure what they were up to, but he felt that since he was done with his work that he might follow them. But he didn't actually approach them. Nell just stayed behind so he wouldn't be noticed if they were doing something he wasn't suppose to get involved in.

Cyril

"Well, the fun doesn't have hic to end." Cyril replied as he stared at Ana. There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other, both drunk, both disappointed in how things were going. But then, Cyril rushed at Ana, aiming to steal a kiss from her. And possibly much more.

Chris entered the room Carlislie was staying in, dropping a shirt at her feet since she wasn't sure where the boy was to hand it to him. She nodded at where she thought he might be and then turned and left the room. Mab was waiting for her near the room.

"Why Chris," she asked, speaking to her like she always did when no one else was around.

"I thought I taught you not to question everything?"

"Well you did, but..."

"Have patience Mab. The answers will become clear soon."

Katie

Katie walked out of C.C.'s room, shutting the door behind her. It was late now, and she was exhausted. Still, it had been nice to get in a decent conversation with C.C. That didn't happen very often these days, Katie knew.
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Carlisle

"Thank you!" Carlisle shouted after Chris had left the room. The Doctor got up and walked across the room, grabbing the shirt and quickly throwing it on. It was a bit small, and tight, the Doctor noted. Still, there was no point in complaining, at least her was finally fully clothed.

Alquonde smiled as he looked around the temple. What god were they worshiping? He looked around and caught a look at a statue holding an orb in his hand. Ah. Apollo; he was quite the young buck. So were most of the Olympians, come to think of it. That pantheon had only recently come into existence and, in the old god's opinion, it wasn't a particularly good one with Zeus praying on young mortals left and right and the other gods destroying mortals' lives in their petty feuds.

Alquonde smiled as he reached the room he was looking for. One of those who shared his bloodline was behind the door. With a flick of his hand, the door opened and the old man stepped into the room. He nodded approvingly at Carlisle.

"Ah, you escaped. I was hoping you would. To tell the truth, it was a pleasant surprise when I saw you weren't killed in the Coliseum."

Carlisle

Carlisle looked up at the Elderly man, surprised to see that there was someone else in the Temple. Christmas hadn't mentioned there being a third person who worked in the Temple. But as the Doctor looked up at at the Elderly man he realized that he did not work at this Temple. There was something entirely too familiar in how he spoke of Carlisle, how he talked like they knew each other. It scared Carlisle, and comforted him at the same time.

"...Thank you."

"You are welcome. Not to say death is a bad thing, though," Alquonde added as an after-thought, "The All-Father welcomes the righteous in His halls and there they await the Renewal of All Things."

He paused in his musing and once again directed his attention to Carlisle, "Anyway, it's good to finally meet you."

Carlisle

Carlisle stood up slowly. He was confused now, and still scared as well. The Elderly man's presence, his gaze, the way he spoke.... All of it made the Doctor feel entirely vulnerable. "So we haven't met before?"

"Well, not in this manner. I've been watching you and you've perhaps felt my presence, especially when you drew upon the power of the Royal Bloodline," Alquonde mused with a shrug, "And we are all connected through the Spirit of the All-Father."

Ana's hand had already started towards her trousse scabbard, where her two throwing knives were hidden, when Cyril rushed forward. She brought one of the blades up, nearly losing her grip on it as she did so. Her other hand had to grab hold, to steady it, and then Cyril was there, his throat meeting her blade just as his lips met hers.

Carlisle

Carlisle's eyes grew wide as he suddenly realized that he was speaking to a God. "I see, the royal bloodline...." He muttered, mostly to himself. He wasn't exactly proud of being a part of the royal bloodline. Far from it, actually.

Carlisle bit his lip as he studied the God before him.
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Cyril

Cyril coughed as he felt a warm liquid feeling go down his chest. For some reason he couldn't breathe, why the boy did not know. But suddenly he fell onto Ana, his blood dripping onto her. Cyril wasn't sure why this was happening. Heck, he wasn't even sure what was happening right now. But he knew that it hurt, and that he was quickly becoming scared as the life drained out of him.