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It is said that when an irresistible force collides with an immovable object, the end result is surrender…a stalemate…a deadlock.
The world would not exist as it does without the presence of assassins, subordinate only to the king.
There was a storm on the horizon as she walked up the palace stairs, as she walked down the labyrinth of halls to the throne room, as she knelt obediently before the king. Her brain worked rapidly as he asked her forbidden questions. Forbidden questions that must only be answered in lies. Why do you serve loyally under the King? What is your purpose to me? Would you ever dare to renounce your loyalty and your purpose? She answered them with graceful deceit, learned from years of observance and practice. She would appease his majesty and continue with her mission, living to kill yet another day.
Wrong. The answers were wrong. Are my loyalties not acceptable, dear King? Have I faltered in your presence? No. My lies were perfect; but it was the truth he wanted. The truth.
“You know why you have sworn allegiance to me, little girl. As do I. You know as well as I that you would love nothing more than to renounce your loyalties, your purpose. Yet you cannot. ‘Tis a shame…isn’t it?” The cruel smile sickened her. “I offer you freedom from your past, from your mistakes. From those chains that bind you to me and this nation. It is yours, should you fulfill one condition…”
“And what condition would that be, Your Majesty?”
He produced a cold, merciless laugh. “You have a new target, my dear. But I will require more from you…You will show me just how cruel you can be. You will destroy every aspect of him. You will build him up, gain his trust, his love. Then, you will tear him down; you will kill him slowly, one bloody piece at a time.”
She did not hesitate. “As you wish, my King.”
Little did she know of the journey that awaited her…
She was not aware that the boy was also an assassin…and that he had received the same offer from the King, not fifteen minutes before she. So tell me, what happens when the irresistible force meets the immovable object?
This is a dedicated RP. I want someone who’s on fairly regularly, so that this will go at a pace faster than five posts a day. You don’t have to be on all day, every day, and it’s fine if something comes up and you miss a day or whatever.
Loosely literate. Your posts must make sense, have decent grammar, good spelling, and understandable punctuation. Okay?
Mature Romance. There will probably be some of that in here. So, you must be comfortable with it. I’m not the best at it, so I understand if you want to fade out in certain situations. Basically, I’m as mature as you are. Please note there may also be violence and profanity.
I’m okay with either gender, so I leave the choice to you.
I'll do it. If you'll let me, of course.
Certainly, I’ll give you a chance. :)
Bio and/or why you want freedom (Optional):
Name: Kache Pouva
Appearance: Kache has sandy blonde hair that often falls into his cat-like dark forest green eyes, giving him a somewhat mysterious look. His skin is lightly tanned and he has a somewhat athletic build that he knows how to use to his advantage. He has high cheekbones and a strong jawline, his lips more often than not pulled into a faint, almost sadistic, smirk. He's about 6' 1" in height.
Bio/Why You Want Freedom: TBD
Other: None that I can think of right now
Name: Roselle Noiren
Appearance: Straight black hair reaching the small of her back; usually tied in a messy side bun. Silver/grey eyes with flecks of yellow and blue. Tall and slim, about 5’8”, hourglass figure, fair skin. Easily outmatched in physical strength.
Bio and/or why you want freedom: TBD
Would you like to start?
I can if you want me to, but I'm not all that great at starting.
((I’ll start, then.))
There wasn’t any time to waste…Roselle had to find this guy and get the mission underway and over with. She walked along the stone streets, ignoring the rain that had started to drip down and encase her in a wet embrace. The King said he was going to be in the square…So, she just has to figure out a way to convince him to like her. See her often. She let out a sigh…This next month is going to be such a pain…
Kache was waiting, just as he'd been told to. He didn't seem to mind the cold rain. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it, wearing hardly any protection from the water falling down on him aside from a thin black cloak. The waiting, though... That was something he did mind. It had been over fifteen minutes and still there was no sign of his target.
Roselle had never had to gain the trust of anyone before. How was she going to do this? Her heart rate increased slightly as she entered the square. She saw him. Kache Pouva, 21, male, 6’1”, blonde hair. She couldn’t make out his eye color at this distance, but she knew it was him. It had to be. Now what was she supposed to do? Think of a plan…think of a plan…
She thought of something. She had to appeal to normal human emotion…So, sympathy, kindness, maybe the will to protect? She walked a good distance into the square before clumsily slipping. She hit the ground harshly; the contents of her arms flopping everywhere. That should do it.
Kache gets to his feet, walking over. It was her, he was certain. If it wasn't, well... It was too late. "Are you alright, ma'am?" he asks, trying to keep his tone even as he holds a hand out to help her to her feet.
Roselle inwardly sighed in relief. It had worked. She looked up at him and timidly took his hand. "Y-yes, sir. Thank you."
"Of course, ma'am," Kache says, pulling her to her feet. Careful. You don't know what she might do, he tells himself, stepping back and pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I'm Kache Pouva."
Upon reaching a standing position, Roselle brushes some wet strands of hair behind her ears. “I’m…Roselle, Roselle Noiren. Nice to meet you, Mr. Pouva.” This almost seems too easy...
Kache nods, watching her somewhat warily, though his hair had yet again fallen into his eyes. "A pleasure to meet you," he murmurs, frowning up at the sky. "What is a lady like you doing out in this sort of weather?"
Roselle bit her lip slightly. “It’s…a long story, actually,” she said hesitantly. She had to weigh her options and spin some lie that couldn’t be cross referenced with anyone here. It would take a minute to do.
"No matter." Kache waves a hand dismissively. "Let's just worry about finding you a place indoors to get dry," he adds. Maybe then you'll be willing to talk more.
Starting to get an idea of her act, Roselle looked around distressingly. “Oh, yes. Would you mind informing me of the inn’s location?”
"I can take you there. It's a bit out of my way, but it would be unkind of me to leave you out in the rain." Kache gestures vaguely for her to come with him, keeping an eye on her all the while.
Roselle dropped in a slight curtsy. “I apologize for the inconvenience, but it really is a great help.”