Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Dec 13, 2015 9:38:36 GMT -8
Roy pats the furry little creature, pocketing he penny.
"Er...yes sirs two weeks. Got it."
He shuffles around a bit, then walks out. He opens his parasol as he walks out he door, to protect himself from the sunlight. Perhaps he should find an inn or something. Still, two weeks...that'll be expensive.
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Ashani
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Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Dec 13, 2015 10:04:23 GMT -8
"Yes. Of course."
She figured getting in would have its hurdles. She was thankful she was even considered and not turned away, but now the question remained on a sponsor. She didn't know anyone from Gauldin personally.
She followed Royal out.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 16:55:40 GMT -8
A page hurried into Diodorus' office, looking harried and rushed.
"Arch Magus, the Duke--"
His words were cut off as the doors that had been hastily shut behind the page barged open. "Diodorus," said the Duke as he stepped into the room. The page looked frantically between the Arch Magus and the Duke, unsure of what to do.
The Duke, meanwhile, looked steadily at the Arch Magus.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 16:57:46 GMT -8
The Arch Mage wove a hand in the air, and the page bowed deeply to both men and hurriedly left Diodorus' chambers. Celach, who had been sleeping in his little nest looked over the edge and blinked curiously at the white-haired man that stood in the room.
"Maximilien," Diodorus said to the Duke. "I'm not accepting visitors," he told the Duke, and then bent his own white head back to the task at hand. He was not as his desk, but was rather standing at a table within his room, a few beakers smoking lightly, a fair amount of books open to him and all around him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 16:59:21 GMT -8
"I am not a mere visitor," the Duke said, and turned to shut the door that the page had left open. It afforded the Arch Magus and the Duke more privacy, especially since the Duke seemed to be aware of the silencing spell on the lock of the door that tumbled into place as the Duke twisted it.
He walked further into the room. "I'm here about Madamoiselle Ashani, and a few other things."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:01:45 GMT -8
"Then I am not in the mood to entertain unwanted guests," Diodorus shot back from over his shoulder, although the soft rumble of his voice remained as calm as it always was. Even so, a little bit of intensity began to fill the air around him as he continued with his work, the staff that leaned against the wall seeming completely innocuous but for a more intense glow of its gem.
He heard the Duke lock the door, and then set his hands on the table. "Madamoiselle Ashani. Why am I not surprised?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:03:44 GMT -8
"She did a great service to the Queen of Gauldin," the Duke told the Arch Mage, walking further into the room, his hands clasped behind his back that suggested a military background. His gaze, however, was on the books that lined the shelves of the Arch Magus' office. "I want her enrolled at the Academy, preferably within the next week."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:05:40 GMT -8
"She will be enrolled," the Arch Magus told the Duke, going back to his work when he saw how easily distracted the Duke became. He knew it was a game and a political ploy. Maximilien's strolling about Diodorus' office was like a dog pissing on spots previously marked by another. Diodorus had no such mood for social games.
"Should she pass the test. It is the same opportunity afforded to every man and woman that seeks to involve themselves in the Academie Royale."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:07:56 GMT -8
"You misunderstand me," the Duke said, turning to look at the Arch Magus. He was aware that the Arch Magus had purposefully "misunderstood" him so as to make the Duke explain himself.
"I want you to test Ashani personally, and soon. Before the standardized test of all the other students. I want her training to begin soon. Now. Today would be preferably, but I can arrange for tomorrow."
He moved to stand beside Diodorus, and if any other person were in the room, to see them standing so close together, they would see the... family resemblence. But just what was the Duke to the Arch Mage? The Duke was by far the more aged. But if the legends of the Arch Magus were true, perhaps the Duke was the younger of the two?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:08:48 GMT -8
The Arch Magus let the Duke talk, listened to his words.
And when he was finished, the Arch Magus' answer was simple.
"No."
He turned back to his work.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:10:25 GMT -8
"Diodorus," the Duke said, his voice very, very quiet.
He was also very still, and his bright blue gaze seemed to burn onto Diodorus' profile.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:14:00 GMT -8
A flicker of irritation crossed Diodorus' features, and a wind blew, sharply and shortly, through the office with perfect timing to the Arch Magus' expression. It made Celach chirp and duck back within his nest, not wanting to be caught in whatever arguments might pass between the two powerful men.
"You may have power over the King and Queen of Gauldin, but you do not have power over the Magi of Gauldin, Maximilien." He continued with his work, his gestures a little more punctuated now than they had been before. "I will not favor a student over another. They are all afforded the same opportunities. In short, Maximilien-- this is not politics. This is arcane. And you do not play games with the arcane."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:19:58 GMT -8
"My daughter was almost murdered on the streets of Travere," the Duke said with a heaviness to the words that implied that to Diodorus, Arianne was far more than just the Queen of Gauldin, far more than just the daughter of a pushy Duke, "and you were not there to protect her. Ashani was. I am not playing games, Diodorus. I am taking steps to insure that our family is protected."
He turned away from Diodorus and towards the door. "I will send Ashani to you tomorrow. And you WILL test her. If she fails, then she fails. If she does not, then she begins her training."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:22:51 GMT -8
Diodorus was very quiet as Maximilien walked away from him and towards the door. He was containing his emotions, lest they get out of control. That little flicker of irritation had already caused the papers on his desk to go sailing onto the floor, fanning out like ocean waves.
"I will do this one thing for you, Maximilien," Diodorus said to the Duke's receding back, "but know that you have used your one opportunity, and I will now afford you another. Do not come to my office again without an invitation."
The Arch Magus turned back to his work, but he did not immediately lift his hands to begin again.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:25:02 GMT -8
The Duke paused to listen to Diodorus' words. When the Arch Magus was finished, the Duke departed as suddenly as he arrived, and the door to the Arch Magus' office closed quietly, but with finality, behind him.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 22, 2016 11:15:20 GMT -8
Royal wanders around the campus, shielding himself from the sun with a parasol. It's a nice day. Too bad he can't enjoy it without getting burned. Looking at his watch, he finds that he has several hours before the next class. Who writes up these schedules, anyway? He decides to look around for his fellow students and try to talk to some of them. Maybe he'll actually make some friends here. It seems like most of the people here are pretty snobby, though...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2016 15:18:17 GMT -8
A young boy, a bit shorter than royal, wearing and eye patch, and with a blue streak in his hair suddenly runs up to Royal. The boy has an eager smile on his face, and he gets right into Royal's personal space, before he starts speaking excitedly.
"HI! I'm Foudre, you don't like you are from around here! What's with the parasol? Do you not like the su- Achooo!"
Suddenly the boys barrage of questions, is interrupted by a massive sneeze right in Royal's face. Such a thing would normally simply be rude, but it is accompanied by a gout of fire, which disappears quickly enough to be harmless, but would definitely be startling. Another near identical boy, though this one has an eye patch on the opposite eye, and a red streak in his hair, comes up from behind Royal. This second boy attempts to steal the parasol, while Royal is startled by the fire.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 22, 2016 15:33:14 GMT -8
Roy smiles at the boy as he approaches. Who knew the academy accepted such young students?
"Heya, I'm Roy. Nice to meet you, Foudre. I have the parasol becau-whoa!"
He jumps back from the flame, reacting faster than any human possibly could. However, his lightning reflexes aren't enough to prevent the other boy from stealing the parasol out of his hand.
"Hey! Give it back! I need-AAAAUUUUGGH!"
As the parasol is yanked away, the sun falls on Roy's pale and unprotected face. The skin immediately starts to smolder and burn, and smoke flows smoothly off any unprotected skin that the light touches.
"AAA! HELP! IT HURTS! SOMEONE!"
He curls up into a ball, trying to shield his face from the sunlight. However, the back of his neck is exposed and is immediately seared.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2016 15:39:57 GMT -8
"Foudre! You weren't supposed to light him on fire!"
"I didn't Feu, I think it's the sun."
"What the sun lit him on fire?"
"Yeah maybe he's a vampire!"
"Cool! Oh he appears to be dying."
"You're right."
"Of course I'm right."
"We should do something, we'll get expelled if we kill another student."
Feu rolls his eyes, and moves the parasol over Royal, once again shielding him from the suns rays. The twins say in unison, sounding almost sincere.
"Sorry, we just wanted to see what would happen."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 22, 2016 15:45:12 GMT -8
"AAAAaaaaahh....ugh."
Roy looks up, and sees, to his relief, his parasol being held over him. He gets up shakily and takes the parasol from the twins. His face, neck, and hands are burned raw and red, although they seem to have started healing already. Blinking painfully, he turns a teary eye towards the twins.
"You couldn't have known...but that wasn't very nice, guys. You shouldn't do that."
He starts heading towards the student dorms, limping slightly.
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