heyy, soap?
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Thread Topic: heyy, soap?
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Could you start us off?
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Sure!
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Farrim was practicing hand-to-hand combat with his trainer, Sita. “You keep going for the bite by instinct. Your fangs are gone Farrim, going for the bite will be your end.” Sita lectured, knocking him to him to the ground once again. “It would be one thrust for them to stab you through the stomach! One swing to grab you by the neck! Or, if fighting a vampire, you expose your own neck to them.” She continued. “I know... I know...” Farrim muttered, getting up. “Again.” Sita ordered, throwing her punches. Farrim, as usually, fought with extreme skill and strength, easily knocking her to the ground. He began to go for the bite before stopping himself and quickly turning into a bat to dodge her attack. He then returned to his true form from behind, grabbing a sword from the wall and placing the tip firmly against her back. “Can I go back into the field now?” Farrim asked with a confident smirk. Sita turned to a bat and dodged the falling sword before turning to her normal form. “Actually, you are needed. This will be a mission to prove yourself. If you succeed, you’ll be reinstated as the head of the Royal Gaurd.” Sita told him. “And if I don’t?” Farrim asked. Sita hesitated, taking back the sword and putting it away. “Sita... what happens if I fail?” Farrim asked. “If you’re on the king’s good side, retirement.” She told him. Farrim sighed, knowing he’d have to take the chance. “So What is this mission that the King cares so much for, yet is simple enough for a trial run?” Farrim asked. “You won’t like it.” Sita chuckled, handing him a folder with the information. Farrim groaned for eternity as he left to prepare for what would be his most annoying mission yet.
Meanwhile, Princess Tania was ignoring her tutor’s history lecture while drawing in a scetch book. “Why am I getting the feeling that you aren’t interested in how Count Dracula met with King Richard to create peace between humans and Monsters?” Her tutor asked in a mutter. “Very interesting.” Tania replied, having been giving responses like that throughout the lecture. “Tell me one thing King Richard did during the war.” Her tutor ordered. “Declared war.” Tania replied. Silence. “Well played, Princess Obvious.” The tutor muttered. “I’m bored. We do the same stupid boring thing every day. When can my father die already so I can be Queen!?!” Tania huffed. “For your information, Princess, you can only be Queen if you marry a Prince. Which brings me to my next bit of news.” Her tutor snapped. “I beg your pardon?” Tania asked, now fully attentive. “The King of the Human Kingdom has offered his son as a suitor for your hand. We are bringing you there so that the Prince can court you.” The tutor explained. “Well, to hell with that! He’ll have to get my will for it first! Which I will not give.” Tania snapped. “Who knows, upon meeting him you might fall in love.” The tutor teased. “I’d rather die!” The Princess whined, storming off. “God have mercy on me...” The tutor sighed, falling tiredly into his chair.
It took a lot of struggle, but soon the Princess was dressed and in the cart, muttering to herself as Farrim, exhausted from forcing Tania into the carriage, rolled his eyes at her. “You are very immature for a Princess.” Farrim muttered. “You are very fangless for a vampire!” She hissed. Ouch. They rode on in silence, Farrim watching their surroundings carefully in case danger might come. Unknown to them, two hidden figures in the nearby forest whispered to one another. “That’s him, Farrim. I hear he lost his fangs long ago.” A voice whispered. “Should we-“ Another voice began. “Not yet... I want to see where this goes.” The other concluded. -
Ta'ahine had welcomed the company of the forest critters, and the life the forest often provided to her. The Princess of a Kingdom, not quite far from Pemoux, had been scheduled to arrive soon. The servants hurried down the halls, cleaning and prepping the castle for the royal guest. Ta'ahine, spent her time lingering within the castle's garden, often times, inching closer and closer to the castle's stone walls that separated the luxurious garden from her home, the forest. "Ta'ahine!" Called a servant. The woman bore brown hair, lifted into a bun and tied in place with ribbons of white. Her chestnut eyes scanned the garden for the Dryad. "Ta'ahine?! Where have you gone this time?!" The young woman giggled at servant's attempt to lure her from hiding. "I'm not quite frankly in the mood for your games!" Theodosia called once more, rubbing at her temples. "The King had requested you to tend to the castle garden, not to play your games!" Theodosia continued.
Ta'ahine lurked within the shadows, simpling easily through the hedges, walking around and about. "But, that's no fun," Ta'ahine whined. "Work, work, work," She complained. "There's no more room for fun!" She continued. Theodosia scoffed at her whines, looking through the tall hedges to find her. "When I wanted to join you, I wanted to make friends and have fun; I quite frankly didn't expect for this to be all professional and formal," Ta'ahine said. "Well, the Prince is too soon go through a courtship with the Princess from a neighboring Kingdom. It's quite obvious to impress the maiden who would possibly become the new queen of the Kingdom," Theodosia said. Ta'ahine used the branches of the hedges to lift her upward. Resting on her stomach, she laid still her hands cupping her cheeks.
"What do you think she's like?" Questioned Ta'ahine. "Do you think she'll loosen up and let us have fun for once?" Ta'ahine questioned with a board smile. "No," Theodosia sighed. "I heard from the other servants who had come from her Kingdom that she was selfish, a cruel princess," She mumbled. "God has mercy on our Prince," Theodosia said softly. "Now, Ta'ahine would you please get down from there and back to work?" She snapped. "Okay, okay," Ta'ahine said, letting out giggles of joy.
The Prince paced around his chambers; back and forth did his feet collide with the soft white plush carpet. "How am I supposed to do this?" Barin had questioned. His friend, the son of a Lord within the Kingdom merely hummed to his question. "As you normally do, Prince," Franklin had said. "With the kindest of your heart, respect her and show her how Pemoux is not only strong and intimidating but, full of kind, and loving people," Franklin continued. "But, she's the worst of the bunch. She's head-strong and stubborn. She-She's," The Prince stammered. "You're thinking too much of the rumors that have been spread about her," Franklin said. "She might not be that bad, relax Barin," He stood from the Prince's soft mattress heading for the windows. The curtains had been drawn to conceal Barin from his fate. "What if she is? She'll make me look like a fool in front of my own Kingdom if I were to marry her. A King who is too soft to control his Queen," He laughed at the mere thought. "Barin," Franklin sighed, drawing the curtains. "You think too much, you talk too much. Just go with the flow," Franklin returned. Barin looked to the outdoors, his chambers having quite the wonderful view of the forest, of the Birch trees that lingered close to the stream. "Go with the flow," He mumbled to himself. "What if that doesn't work either?" Barin asked.
"Well, there's plenty of other Princesses who are willing to ask for you hand in marriage, Barin," Franklin hummed with a smirk. "Oh, how about we go get you something to eat?" Questioned Franklin. "Or-" Franklin looked to Barin who seemed uninterested with his suggestions. "Or we could stay here and let you freak out about meeting the Princess," Franklin huffed, sitting upon the mattress worse more. "That sounds much more preferred at the moment," Barin said, laughing nervously. -
Soon the carriage entered the grand gates into the kingdom, the streets lined with brick buildings all the same. The Main Street was full of shops and crowded sidewalks, at the end of the road, the large castle of marble, quarts, and other beautiful stone. The grand oak doors opened as the carriage parked and the Princess, deciding to show some elegance and intimidation if she must go through this, accepted help out of the carriage. She walked majestically with intimidation, confidence, and dominance in each step, her chin held high, her eyes glaring over the crowd as she stopped and stood, waiting for the Prince, wondering what ways she would use to make this day a living hell for him. “All I have to do is keep her safe. And keep others safe from her.” Farrim muttered to himself as he left the carriage to stand relictanly by her side. Upon a glare from her he instantly stepped back slightly as well as standing a bit further to the side, not too keen on being close to her.
A servant of the castle nervously knocked on the doors of the kitchen, having been told to find the Prince in there. “Your Princess is waiting outside for you my Prince.” The servant informed him, attempting to sound formal and to keep the dread from his voice. -
The Prince fidgeted nervously at the call for him. Franklin laughed to his friend, a small smile adorning his features. "You'll be fine," Franklin reassured. "If you say so," Barin mumbled. "Oh, thank you, you may go," Barin said, excusing the servant. "I'll hold your hand if it calms you do, little baby," Franklin teased, heading for the door. "Shut up, Franklin. I don't need that from you right now," The Prince grumbled. He walked the halls, pushing back his black hair and his gaze fixated forward. As the two came closer and closer to approaching the castle's gates did he freeze up at the large grand oak door. "The princess is just outside the door," Franklin said. "You can't back down now," He hummed. The Prince nodded in agreement.
The Prince opened the grand doors, revealing to him the carriage that lingered upon the path, and the two figures standing near. He smiled broadly to the two, hoping to mask his nervousness. Barin walked forward, stepping down the stone steps. "Hello Princess," The Prince greeted with a smile. "It's quite the pleasure to meet you," Franklin by his side stifled a laugh. Barin glanced to Franklin who merely shrugged in turn. Barin bowed soon after, his hand reaching for the Princess'. Once in his grasp, he pecked her on knuckles softly. "I hope what you've seen of Pemoux so far had been a pleasure," Barin mumbled, straightening himself. He held her hand gently, smiling down to her. She seems intimidating but, she is a bit cute Barin thought as he eyed her. She doesn't seem so bad He had thought.
"Theodosia! Theodosia!" The garden doors were burst open, as Theodosia had settled herself within a seat, to watch over Ta'ahine, making sure she had actually done her work. "Yes, Melanie?" Questioned the brunette, turning to the blonde. "The Princess has arrived, the King requests to see you," Theodosia nodded to her words. "Ta'ahine," Once hearing her name, Ta'ahine's lips curved into quite the mocking smile as she droned out. "Yes, Theo?" She questioned. "Try impressing the Princess please, that's all the King asks of you," Ta'ahine laughed. "Yes, yes, I know," Ta'ahine mumbled.
"And no fo--" Theodosia began.
"And no foolery, I know. Do you not trust me, Theo? Oh, how your lack of trust wounds me," Ta'ahine laughed.
Theodosia shook her head sighing. "That girl will be the death of me," The woman mumbled. Melanie and Theodosia took their leave. Ta'ahine worked with the flowers, being sure to have their stems long, wishing for the flowers to show their beautiful petals to the world. With the mere waves of her hands did the flowers grow; beauty masked the garden and it was quite frankly thanks to Theodosia. Ta'ahine looked to the garden, not quite sure what to do with the natural beauty of the flowers and the hedges. "I say a job's well done," Mumbled Ta'ahine. She looked to the gardens; adoring the natural beauty of it all, she didn't need to work much. "Hm, Ta'ahine," The Dryad mocked Theodosia. "Did quite the spectacular job," Ta'ahine stepped upon the flowers, it holding her weight as if she was as light as a feather. "I suppose you can have some time to yourself, relax and have fun," Ta'ahine laughed. "Don't mind if I do Theodosia," Ta'ahine plucked a sunflower from the ground, twirling the flower between her fingers as she laid across the flowers. Twirling the stem of the sunflower between her fingers, she thought of what to do for fun. -
Though she masked it excellently, Tiana erupted in nervousness when she saw the Prince walking towards her. She was thankful for his respectful manor, sort of relieved he wasn’t a fumbling fool nor a high mighty lord that would mock her for her non-feminine intimidation. However that didn’t mean she was going easy on him, just that she would try to be more respectful about her escape rather than humiliate him as originally planned. After all, what’s the fun in humiliating someone who would just laugh at themselves and move on? Tiana questioned herself for making excuses to change her plan, then remembered she never exactly had a plan, she just did what she wanted when she wanted to. Right now, she felt like going with the flow. However she knew to keep her gaurd up, her future depended on it. At his words she looked around, taking in the beauty of the kingdom and the lush forest that surrounded it. “Yes, your kingdom seems fair, and you seem respectable enough. Know however that it doesn’t mean I’m letting my guard down. Your father’s kingdom shows nothing for your character, and anyone can seem respectable at first impression, especially Royalty.” She finally spoke, keeping strict stubbornness in her voice for the people around them to hear but offering him a small smile for his eyes only so he would know she was open minded about this, despite not wanting others to know that. Her father would jump on it as consent in an instant if she was caught acting friendly to the Prince.
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Barin listened to her words and stared down to her. His mind raced with a simple response to her words. He smiled down to her and hummed delightfully. "Of course," Barin said. He allowed for her hand to slip from his soft grasp, glad to let go, afraid his slightly damped palms will show how nervous he was. "My character isn't seen through my father's Kingdom, nor is it shown with first impressions, Princess," He continued. "But, I can assure you, with a little more time, you'll see that I'm quite the respectable, kind Prince I'm rumored to be. Perhaps, once you get to know me more, you'll allow your guard down, even just for a bit," Barin hummed. "Oh, allow me to show you around the castle; not some boring tour of the castle to the common rooms, rather to places I enjoy spending my time at," Barin said, soon after. "Should we start with the garden, then Prince Barin?" Questioned Franklin. Barin thought for a mere moment, his glance shifting down to his feet in thought. He heard of the playful, and outgoing Dryad who took care of the garden and could only pray she wasn't there to make a fool out of him. "Y-Yes of course," Barin stammered a bit. "A Dryad takes care of the garden; she does quite a splendid job in making the beauty of the garden shine. She's one of the best of the best here within the Kingdom," Barin mused. "Shall we go to the garden, Princess Tiana?" He offered his arm. "Oh," Barin soon turned to the vampire, standing near Tiana. "And what is your name, sir?" He questioned, with a gentle smile.
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The princess nodded and smiled as she looked to a Farrim with a frown. “This is Farrim. My body guard.” She told him. “He doesn’t talk much, and has too much pride to say it, but my father threatened to fire him if he doesn’t follow me around, making sure no one kills me.” She chuckled, never being fond of Farrim or his pride. “Or to keep you from killing others.” He blurted under his breath, realizing his mistake and going slightly pale. Luckily the princess was humoured by him actually standing up for himself. “Isn’t it funny when a knight loses their cool? They realize it and look like they’re going to wet themselves.” She chuckled, taking the Prince’s arm and gesturing for Farrim to follow.
As Farrim followed them into the garden, his eyes peered over the large flowers, curious and appreciative of them, although no emotion showed in his face or in his movement. He remembered the day he lost his fangs, the terrible fight.
It was the battle to end war for the kingdom, thousands of lives were lost by the instant. Farrim lead his team with great movement and wisdom, it was the prime of his life. Just the age of 18, he was head of the Royal Gaurd and one of the most skilled warriors his kingdom had ever seen. Farrim was destined for great things, but then as a roaring battle cry like thunder bounded over the horizon, the army froze in their tracks. It was the finale wave, the final attack. This would end it all. His army fought valiantly, defeating the army of their enemy, quickly sent to nursing while Farrim dealt with the leader of their foe. The fight lasted hours, neither warrior giving in. Then it happened. Farrim had a clear shot, and went in for the bite. However he was stopped by the enemy’s sword. Farrim broke his fangs out, generating enough force to cause his enemy to drop the sword. Swiftly, Farrim picked up the sword with the swoop of a hand and triggered the sweet cry of surrender from the lips of his foe. It was only then as he dragged the soldier to imprisonment that he tasted the cold, metal tasting blood in his gums and realized what had happened. -
Barin looked from the Princess to Farrim. He smiled to the guard and hummed. “Farrim, a pleasure to meet you,” Barin said. Franklin walked along, distancing himself a bit from the other three. “The garden is rather beautiful and spacious,” Barin said. “It’s rather quite since we had quite a few people working around the garden. However, mostly, Ta'ahine works on the garden,” Barin continued. “She might be somewhere around he—” Barin mumbled.
Ta’ahine listened closed, vines arising from the ground, holding her close to the four. A small smile decorated her features as she eyed them. “Hello, hello!” She cheered. “Welcome to my little piece of heaven,” Ta’ahine chuckled. “What brings you here, Prince Barin, Franklin and..?” Ta’ahine said, gesturing to the others. “Oh.” Barin mumbled. “Pardon me, this is our guest,” Barin began. Ta’ahine, fixated herself at his words, settling her bare feet on the ground, standing straight despite her playful demeanor. “Princess Tiana, and Farrim,” He introduced. “Please meet Ta’ahine, our gardener,” The Prince said. Ta’ahine eyed the newcomers. These are the people the servants worked so hard to impress, what ever for? Ta’ahine smiled at the thought. “Nice to meet you,” Ta’ahine mused, the sunflower still being twirled between her index and thumb. “What have you been doing, Ta’ahine?” Questioned Barin. Ta’ahine merely sighed, messing with the stem of the sunflower. “Bored, been thinking of playing a game, doing something fun since all the other servants have no ounce of fun within them,” Ta’ahine said. “Want to play hide and seek?” Ta’ahine asked. Barin’s cheeks flushed with a tinge of pink. His brows furrowed as he cleared his throat. “Ta’ahine, please, we’re adults. We don’t have time for childish games,” Barin said, his voice firm. “How boring,” Ta’ahine, sighed leaning back, vines wrapping around her feet and ankles. -
Farrim looked at the girl curiously, almost wanting to scoff. For once, the Princess spoke his thoughts for him. “Fun? Fun is the priority of children, not the priority of young woman. Even a servant girl like yourself- why, when my servants try to have fun my father locks them up for weeks! Even the children get a good whip. Fun, I dare say.” She ranted. However coming out of the Princess’s mouth, his own thoughts seemed obnoxious and rude. Perhaps the outcome of himself having not much fun, and the princess unable to remember a time when she had fun. “And what if you had fun Princess? How did your father react then?” Farrim asked. “I beg your pardon?” Tiana asked, looking confused. “Nothing, Princess, my apologies.” Farrim replied, going stone cold. “No, I want to hear it.” She told him, desperate for Farrim to loosen up. “I you how the king reacted when you had fun miss.” He told her. “Oh...” Tiana replied. “Well, like any responsible King, he taught me my responsibilities as future Queen.” Tiana replied. “What about you Farrim, when was the last time you had fun?” She then countered. “Work is fun.” Farrim simply replied. “Right, I suppose so.” Tiana replied before turning to Ta’ahine. She then looked around the garden, her expression softening slightly before turning back. “Well... You are a bit childish... but... I suppose if it lead to this garden your so called fun might be of some use... However don’t expect me to pin in the foolery.” Tiana told her before continuing along. Farrim stayed silent, stone cold and no sign of emotion. However his eyes couldn’t help but study the Dryad, emotions going berserk inside but none being revealed.
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The Dryad's cheeks turned a dusty red from embarrassment. She blew out a huff of air. "So," She droned out. "I'll take that harsh reply as a no--" Ta'ahine stammered before being cut off. "Ta'ahine, please get inside and get to Theodosia, I'm sure she probably has work for you to do," The Prince said. She was quite surprised at his words. Although never harsh to her or none of the other servants, he had never sent her away from the garden, never in all the years, she worked here. "How boring," Ta'ahine mumbled. "You all are uptight," She said, persistent. "Work, work, work, and no play. Come on," Ta'ahine begged. "Just one game, maybe it'll help you all relax and get comfortable with one another," She said, smiling. Her eyes glanced at the ones of the vampire. Her curiosity flickered in her eyes as she stepped up to him. "It looks like you know how to have fun," Ta'ahine spoke. "One game. Hide and seek, Tag, or even playing around in the stream nearby. Oh, my friends would love to meet a vampire," Ta'ahine said with such cheer.
"Come on," Franklin spoke. He grabbed a hold of the Dryad, gesturing her to the garden doors that led inside the castle. "You know you have a lot of work to do and the garden is spectacular," Franklin said. "Maybe Theodosia can have your work on the yard with the rest of the others; perhaps, even the flowers in the castle if you're lucky," He smiled to the Dryad who merely rolled her eyes. "Stick in the mud," The woman mumbled as she was ushered inside the castle. "I'm quite, sorry for that Princess Tiana, Farrim," The Prince said. "She has...Quite the youthful soul and it seems she wants to play rather than work. I won't allow her to be rude within your presence once more," He continued. Now, I feel guilty; shooing her away like that was rude but, if I don't impress the princess...Who knows what would happen. Barin let out a soft sigh, his gaze looking out the garden. The mere beauty of the scenery, lifting his spirits some. -
It took all Farrim’s power to not allow emotion to break into his face or shift his position to or away from her. The girl was driving him crazy with things he never felt before. Perhaps that was just a gift that came with her being a tree nymph. “It’s Alright Your highness. I found it amusing if anything.” Farrim replied, emotion void from his voice. Tiana looked at Farrim curiously for a moment before disappearing again into her own thoughts. Had she been overly harsh? Wait... why did she care? Her father wouldn’t let her care about such things, nor would he care. Looking over her actions again, Tiana decided that her actions hadn’t affected the girl’s playful innocence and continued to reality. “So, Barin, Perhaps you should tell me about yourself.” Tiana began as she looked around the garden, then back to the Prince.
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Barin looked to Farrim, curiosity lacing his features. "Amusing," He voiced his thoughts. "How so?" He questioned. Though, his attention was pulled from Farrim, attention to Tiana. Barin smiled and nodded to her request. He gestured forth to the nearby bench that overlooked the garden. Barin walked slowly to the bench, sure to keep at a slow pace. "Well..." He began. He sighed, thinking truly about himself, his own character. "I'll say I'm rather caring, thoughtful even," Barin looked to the Princess, and could feel his heart race. He kept his demeanor cool, calm and collected, his gaze shifting to the garden. "I'm a kind prince, I suppose. It pains me to be harsh to anyone. Intentional, or unintentional, cruelty is known to the world and with a simple change in character can make the world for the better," He continued. "Though, you can judge my personality as you get to know me," Barin hummed. "What to tell..What to tell," He mumbled underneath his breath, settling on the bench, looking to the garden. He fiddled with the vines that neatly wrapped around the armrest of the bench. "I'm not a fighter, rather a lover," Barin then shuffled into his pocket, revealing the small size notebook. "I keep this with me in case of emergencies," He announced. "Filled with spells to protect others from harm," A small smile stretched on his lips. "I cherish this small notebook," Barin continued. "Anything, in particular, would you like to know?" Questioned Barin to the Princess. Fiddling with the vines, he recalled on his own words, a small tinge of blush on his cheeks. Completely idiotic, this is why no one takes you seriously, Barin His thoughts attacked him as he looked to the book that rested on his lap, biting his bottom lip.
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The princess hesitated before sitting beside him. “You can leave us Farrim. Scout the garden if you must.” She ordered. Farrim nodded before leaving. Tiana then listened to him, softening a bit. She looked to make sure Farrim was out of ear shot before allowing herself to be honest. “There isn’t anything wrong about being kind. Most people see kindness as the weaker choice in life, they imagine life is a battle and cruelty is the sword.” She told him, using a metaphor that her father used to teach her why cruelty was more useful than kindness. “However... What they forget is that a sword isn’t the only thing used in battle. A good sense of humour could be used as a shield, Patience could be a bow and arrow, pretending to be stupid so people don’t put too much on your shoulders is an axe, rudeness is a dagger, we all have different tools in life. We forget that reason and changing sides for a justifiable reason are also options in the battlefield. So we think kind or open minded people would choose to flee.” She reasoned. After awhile of silence, she then decided to change the topic upon realizing she was letting her gaurd down a bit. “Tell me the truth. Was it your insane decision to try to marry me, or is your father making you try as well?” She then teased with a smirk.
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