"I'm the marked princess. . ." She sighed, fiddling with the buttons on her jacket. "They'll just cover up the streak in my hair and probably put some powder in yours."
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( sorry, I haven't been on for a while. Everyone's rp characters look great )
(It’s all good! Glad to have you back.)
( thanks! )
( is thatcher at the gates? )
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A young maid opened the door, but frowned when she saw his eyes and hair. “Ma’am,” she called, “there’s a marked man at the door!l
Thatcher’s polite expression almost faltered. Not man, but a marked man. He resisted the urge to frown as he fiddled with his gloves.
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( is thatcher at the gates? )
(Yeah, I’m just trying to get him introduced to the other characters.)
She heard the call and walked towards the gates, frowning at the maid's comment. Riann was marked too, and there was no point in calling people that. She made it towards the door, her deep blue eyes changing colors as she looked at the man.
"And, who is this?" Riann asked.
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Thatcher cleared his throat, but was noticeably taken aback at her appearance. She was marked too? He thought all marked people were usually on the streets.. he smiled politely at the woman, though, not wanting to bring it up. “My name is Thatcher Wain, and I would like to offer my services for food or money,” he said.
(How should I introduce Bec to the others??)
Raven walked through the city, hood over her head, bow in hand.
( Well, people can be in the Militia. But, I think Riann's going to go down into the towns soon )
Riann nodded slowly, still studying Thatcher. "Of course, follow me." She motioned for him to step into the palace. The maid had already began to walk down the hall, probably going to find Riann's brother or father. Great. . . She sighed, glancing towards the man. They already had many maids and servants, but all of them were scared of her. It would be nice for once to have someone like herself.
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“Thank you, ma’am,” Thatcher said, stepping inside. He looked around, still amazed of how a marked person could have so much. Her family must be very accepting, he thought. He looked back at the woman with a smile. “You have a lovely home.”
"Thank you." She nodded, looking out into the halls. "It's a little much for me. . . I would rather use it on something useful. " Riann mumbled.
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“Oh?” Thatcher raised an eyebrow at her in question, glancing down only to adjust his gloves.
"It's nothing." Riann replied, shaking her head. The strand of white in her dark hair glowed in the light as she continued to walk down the halls with Thatcher. "Just thinking out loud."
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“Alright, ma’am,” Thatcher responded, following her through the different halls. He wondered what she would have him do. He rarely got this far in his ‘work’.
"You can call me Riann. Ma'am seems a little too formal to me." She said, glancing at him. "What do you usually work with?"
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Thatcher nodded, giving Rainn a polite smile. “I tend to do anything. I’ve been told to do things like clean, tend to a garden, or run errands in the town. Anything that gets me a little bit of money, at least,” he explained.
(How should Riann leave the palace exactly. I was thinking she would start her own rebellion with Hayden and Thatcher maybe, like the Daggers. )
"Well, you can start in the garden if you'd like to." She explained, motioning towards it. "After I'm heading down towards the town."
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(They could hear of an execution that would be happening soon and try to stop it?)
Thatcher nodded. “Great, I will get started on that. And if you need me to, I can help you in town,” he suggested. He had a feeling that he may have been overstepping his boundaries, but then again, he needed all the money he could get. It was hard to tell because of his layers of clothing, but he was starving most of the time.
"Yes, that'd be great." She smiled, her blue eyes shifting shades. "The gardener is out there. He can show you what to do."
(Becca is part of the resistance and maybe she can meet Riann in the town??)
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“Okay, thank you,” Thatcher responded. He noticed the shift in her eye color. He found hers to be much more interesting. His were just black, and it left no white in his eyes, just straight black. He stepped past her and went outside to talk to the gardener.
( yeah, that sounds good )
After that, Riann continued to walk down the halls. Her older brother, Aylo, ran up to her, his blond hair glowing in the sunlight. They had often been compared to the sun and the moon. Riann's dark hair and his blond one.
"Who was that?" Aylo asked, readjusting his grip on his sword. He carried it everywhere.
"A boy." She replied.
"I noticed it was a boy. But, a marked one." He said, watching Thatcher leave.
Riann frowned. Aylo had never accepted Riann's markings. Even at a young age, they would play games with his friends. Riann always played the marked enemy and they would all chase after her.
Becca walked down the streets, hood up to hide her hair, Beni hiding as the size of a mouse in her sleeve.
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Thatcher chatted with the gardener, a friendly smile on his face. The gardener gave him a few instructions and Thatcher nodded, jogging to a small shed to grab a few tools.
She didn't answer, looking down at her hands. Aylo continued to talk.
"He's marked, Riann." He started, his voice cold. "We don't need another one of. . ." He stopped. She knew what he was going to say. Another one of you.
"I don't care what he is, Aylo." Riann replied, looking up. Her blue eyes were icy and cold.
"Father won't approve." He answered, adjusting the grip on his sword. "And you of all people should know what happens to the marked when Father finds them."
Riann glared at him, then turned around and began to walk down the halls again.
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Thatcher carried back a few gardening tools, giving the gardener the one he had asked for. He crouched down, helping the gardener first pull weeds.
