Past regrets [Sol/Rev] (Read 342 times)

[Isaac Fenrir]

What the hell was he doing back here? Issac figured that he often did stupid stuff but now this was really stupid. Not only did he leave this place and not look back, he also as of late been up to things that would probably be frowned about if he was caught by anyone. He had to know though, he had to know if they were alright, if they were safe. He knew not if anyone had taken his place but that didn't matter, no one knew them like he did, no one could keep them as safe as he could. So far he had managed to get this close to the palace without being spotted, hopefully he could keep it up.

This sadly wouldn't be his first time seeking around like he is right now. In his youth he did this all the time to escape the responsibilities that were thrust upon him. All he had to do was follow a familiar path and he would reach his destination. There was a lot more guard here than Issac had remembered normally being position. They most have increased the amount of guards since his departure, this wouldn't be a hindrance though. Issac could take any Fiore guard that came at him, hell, most of them at point worked for him.

"Sneaking past these guys won't be so hard," Issac muttered to himself as he started making his way across the gardens that separated him from the palace. He kept telling himself in his head that all he had to do was not get caught, that was all. Run there, duck over here, move over that way. All these different directions and movements ran through Issac's head as he continued to move from one spot to the next, making his way to the palace ever so silently.

After Issac had made his way over a wall and landed gently on the ground he dusted some dirt of his clothes and smirked. "Too easy," He scoffed as he then cockily shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking toward the palace. Even at this point if he was spotted it would be hard to tell who he was seeing as he was wearing a jacket over his normal outfit and had a hood over his head. He also wore a bandana around his neck to over the lower part of his face, he totally looked like a thief right now. It didn't take him long to hear the clanking of armor and soon he was surrounded by guards.

"What do we have here? Some low life rat who thinks he can sneak into the palace? HA! Not on our watch!" Issac was familiar with this voice and quite frankly was extremely annoyed by the sound of it. God damn it, it was Rex, a douche bag of a guard that Issac used to work with. Not only did this guy have the most egotistical name that Issac had ever head in his entire life, the guy was a huge dick waffle.

Without a word Issac summoned his two side blades, holding one pointing forward and the other he held more like a dagger facing back. He wasn't going to kill anyone but beat the crap out of them he would surely do. "Oh?! Looks like this punk wants a fight! Let's show him what we're made of," The dick waffle said as he drew his blade. Issac was going to have too much fun kicking his ass up and down the gardens. All he had to do was make his way past the six or so guards and he'd make his way to the palace, easy day man.

[CYNISCA DURAND]

It was fucking late.

Hence, Cynisca was standing in her chambers getting ready for bed. For a technical heir to the throne such as herself, she retained just as much responsibilities as her almighty sister. She did not complain, nor did she procrastinate work. With punctuality, she completed everything she needed to do. That did not change the fact, mind you, that by the end of the day it drained her of all of her stamina, and several bits of her soul.

Currently, she was wearing a long pink nightgown that reached near her ankles. It had white flower designs peppering it. Other than that, she resolved to wear her equally pink, and considerably fuzzy slippers. She was perched upon her bed, brushing her hair with an absent expression.

Since throughout the day it was about thirty degrees Celsius (really hot), she had her window open. It was for that very reason she heard Rex hollering outside. This encouraged her to look outside from her window, at whatever commotion was stirring below. Concern immediately bombarded her golden eyes. Without further ado, she grasped hold of a small lacrima jewel, and headed out of her room. Always the forward one despite her role, she intended on finding out just what was going on out there.

[Claire Durand]

Claire Durand It was still late. And it had been very, very hot. On days like this, Claire really wished to have some kind of summer residence. In the woods preferably. Those were really nice in the summer, and one could always find some nice shadows. IT was quite the contrast to sitting in that stupid hall for half the day. Having it full of windows was nice, usually. Made for nice lighting during the day, was nice to look outside, but on days like these, it meant pretty much no escape from the sun. And the acting regent could hardly seek the shadow behind her throne, now could she? Not that she would have had a throne there, but a very comfortable chair. Same thing. Whatever the reason, when that day had finally ended, Claire had simply slid out of the most uncomfortable of her clothes, taken a bath, and then thrown herself into her bed to take the well-deserved nap of royalty. And from nap came actual sleep, a sleep deep enough to not really notice the then current level of ruckus outside, as she just dozed, dreaming of dark, dark dungeons to talk to merchants. Because not only would those be way better climatic, no, she could just put them away when they got as annoying as today.

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