freedom {open}

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It was one of those days where they would let Zephyr out. Despite being a prince he spends most of his days inside bored to death. That is to say if he doesn't find some means of escape anyway. Still his family knew that he couldn't be kept in the castle all the time despite how big it was. After all he would have to see his people and learn how they are. The kingdom of light wanted to be kind to its citizens. With a big grin on his face he continues to walk down happy to finally be able to stretch his legs without having to go too far or rather worry his bodyguard. He knew that he caused her a lot of trouble. Despite how he acted he wasn't as stupid as he leads on. Although not too many knew that and usually see him something of a lost cause. He stretched his hands up in the sky as he started to head to the market place. He wasn't so sure if he was going to buy anything though. Whenever he wanted something to buy one of the servants would just do it for him so he never had to go and buy anything himself. Still he figured he might as well head there since there were lots of people. He prefer crowded places, that is if he could blend in to it anyway.

The prince stared ahead walking on the concrete road. Walking around aimlessly was rather normal for him. He never really had to go anywhere in town unless his parents had decided to give out some speech but then he would mainly sit back, day dream or maybe sleep {since it wasn't like anyone would see the difference} and wave from time to time. It wasn't much work but people didn't expect him to be able to do much which was the way he wanted things to be in the first place. Years spent of breaking down the high expectations people set for him truly paid off. Of course there were lots of looks of disappointment that stung but still as long as they no longer have expectations that he might fail at he was rather fine with it. No, he was more than fine, far more than content. If anything he was ecstatic to not have any but yet there would always be some that would expect him to be able to help lead the people or take care of them. It was only natural and it came with the position.

As he walked passed the people he can see them stare at him. A presence of a noble wasn't uncommon at least not in this city anyway. No it was just the presence of the silver hair prince. Due to the fact that he had a weak body he was rarely ever allowed out. He really hated his weak body since it created lots of limits. It was easy for him to get sick, he got tired easy and most of all it caused trouble for others. Most of the time though it was for the servants. There was only one good thing about his body and that is the fact that it lowered expectations. People didn't expect him to be some strong prince that could outclass any knight {which is good because he was sure he couldn't even defeat a squire}. Although that didn't stop them from teaching him fencing from time to time just for self defense though. Still he was sure that he didn't need it because he had a bodyguard to protect him but one can't be too careful, especially with how he tends to run away from home a lot.

The male entered a book store he spotted. He wasn't sure what he wanted here though but since he had ran out of books last night he might as well get something. He didn't really trust anyone to pick out books for him. They would probably just pick something from some big author and expect him to like it. Most of the time he didn't mainly because there would already be too many spoilers. He would much prefer small unknown books that he would usually stumble upon by. That is as long as it does not end in a tragedy. There was not many things Zephyr despise in life. Actually he was a rather tolerable person most of the time. Sure he would get mad but he would rarely ever act on anger, simply smile and forgive. It was how he was raised, to be able to see past the faults of others. Yet in the end he couldn't always see through it but at least he was able to act like he could.

Tragedies though was something he absolutely despised. Aren't books suppose to take you some place else where everything would be happy and far away from the harsh cruel world called reality? Yet tragedies come at a cost of someone or something dear. That was why he hated it. It was too much like how reality was. He didn't want to face reality too much. It was harsh and cruel...especially after the incident. His eyes slightly narrowed but no one could really see the small detail. His hand reached over to grab a random book but it seems like he wasn't the only one who had his eyes set on it. No the moment he held onto it another hand came and placed it over his. Looks like he might have to fight for the book. Nahh, "Sorry there I'll just go find another one." he spoke to the person slowly turning his head to see who it was.

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❚notes: always so close but never there T___T❚

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[ODD NAGEL]

LIVE A LIFE LESS O R D I N A R Y

"You blew away my storm and strife
and shook the bones of me"

He came to Central from the Western mountains, playing exorcist for a frightened women in Western City who found herself haunted by a crotchy, old husband who was convinced she killed him. (It took quite a bit of explaining to get him to believe that she did not murder him over dinner, was not a naggy old hag, was not his wife, and no, Odd probably wasn't either.) Although he refused her payment, she pleaded that he at least let her take him over the mountain passage—and so here he was, awkwardly manuvering cobblestone roads and loud passerby behind the protection of the city wall.

Shrugging his coat around his shoulders, Odd knew that he felt uncomfortable behind its stone and concrete. Walls were such personal things—they created a barricade around an already incredibly small world, letting the common man be lost in himself. (Or, at least, it felt rather tiny to him. Plains and forests were impassable because they stretched on forever, but towns had walls specifically to tell them where things ended.) His lantern jangled while he slipped away from the crowd, tugging the door open and dusting off his glasses before pocketing them. The room was built of crumbling brick, with wood floors that screeched in protest whenever he walked and compromised completely of shelving—they were laden with dusty tomes and air was heavy with the smell of must in the pages. He paused, amused by the sleepy young lady managing the counter with books piled to her knees, and relieved by how unpopular it must have been. (Which, Odd thought vaguely, was probably more than 'almost' impolite.)

Tapping the lantern's iron hood—it had sharp angles and the grooves fell like waves from the hook, colored a ruddy brown—Seppel murmured a dry, "Yeah, what. Want something, kid." Odd shrugged, well-aware that he kept silent in the capital to avoid attracting attention unless he wanted it, and smiled brilliantly.

"Thanks," it was simple, his fingers against the spine of a book as he read its title, "I know you hate it here." It fell to silence again, interrupted by a grumble of "tch!" and he laughed—very low, a curt sorcerer muttering about how strange it was that he talked to himself and how the nobility was falling apart, particularly if they put that lazy prince on the throne. Dodging that row, he slipped into the next in search of a different distraction and an emptier corner. Anyone or anything taking note of him was enough to feel suffocating, and he swept the hair from his eyes bashfully before ducking into the back of the storeroom.

"Eh, the nobility was always screwed,"

[/i] Seppel shot furiously, voice floating above a whisper, "Never could fight off us demons, heheheh. No point sayin' otherwise, kid—“[/i] and his frown deepened, “Don't get sentimental on me with that stupid face, I'm being nice givin' them any kind of points at all."[/i]

Odd made no effort to reply for a moment, contemplating what it meant to rule a countryside, and offered an easy-going, "I think they do okay. Keeping any demon at bay is not easy." Seppel would not take his argument to heart, but he had no urge to force him to accept humanity—he could hate it if he wanted to, as long as no one died in the process. Odd often found himself in the company of all kinds of creatures, and had long since abandoned the idea of preaching goodness.

"Well, far be it from to correct your stupider beliefs—I never got you people, anyway—but good to hear you remember who's better off here," it was proud and haughty, Odd tugging another free from the shelves and thumbing the pages before pressing it back in its place again. Cautiously, he managed to escape a tangle of parchment on the floor before grabbing a third, focusing on keeping things from catching flame as Seppel sparked and cackled in his lantern.

A hand underneath his surprised him, and he jerked backward clumsily before catching himself in a nervous flail. Straightening, he was shaken as he forced a, "Uh—no, it's yours. I don't mind." Seppel—accustomed to his strange affinity for crashing into bystanders, fountains, barrels, and nearly anything else—mocked him with a quiet, "Smooth there, kid."[/i]




OOC: Sorry! I'll work on making them longer. >< Hope this is good enough. And, once again, I'm rping two different people at once. just so you know :'D[/div]

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[ZEPHYR SYNC]

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Zephyr stared at the person who was obviously a male with vibrant blue hair who had withdrew rather clumsily. Did he not like being touched by strangers? He suppose he can empathize with that if it wasn't for the fact that he was used to it. He was known to be the friendly prince after all. The one that despite rarely being ever out, was still close to people. At least from faraway it would look like that. In truth, he might know them but they surely didn't know him well, that is to say if they even bother to. "Uh—no, it's yours. I don't mind." He had replied back. Looks like neither was going to get the book if they weren't sure. He scratched the back of his head. He suppose he could continue the argument but that would lead to nowhere. He was not one that liked to argue but to take something as well was not on his list of hobbies either. He was going to need to come up with some kind of compromise. The only question though was how he would do this.

Then it hit him as he grabbed the book off the shelf. "Are you busy?" he asked his voice filled with familiarity even though this was their first meeting but that was just how he was. He never liked formality and would avoid it whenever he can. Since the guy didn't seem nervous he doubt that he knew the position of the silver haired male. The prince smile widened at that thought. Looks like he could have some fun and without running away from the castle. Ai would be so happy right now to know that since she was always the one that have to chase him down. Not that it was hard since he had a weak body and so he can never get too far before she catches him. The only problem was that he did it rather frequently never exactly learning from his mistakes. Then again that might had been because he rather like getting caught, that was when he can have the most fun with her.

"Since I got the book you might as well get something out of it. Besides I'm rather lonely right now any need a companion so what do you say?" he offered so ever lightly. He hadn't even given out his name yet and now that he thought about it, the guy hasn't given out his name either. He decided there was no point in needing to know each others name since chances are they would not cross paths again. After all with that blue hair, if he had seen the guy before, he would have instantly knew it for sure. That and he pretty much knew everyone that lives in the town. Well actually chances are he didn't know everyone. It was impossible, he just knew those that were close to the kingdom and some store clerks. He might know a couple of the poor citizens but barely any since he was not allow to associate with someone of a lower status. It was just how nobles were taught and he had accepted it. His bodyguard had just been pure chance and that was it. Once in a life time one would say.

"Although we should learn each others name first huh?" he started with a rhetorical question. He didn't even give the guy any time to process the words before continuing. "The name is Zephyr what's your's." he asked trying to make his smile not so fox-like but for him that was rather hard seeing that he was a fox shape-shifter. SO he always did have some qualities of his fox form in his human form such as his silver hair and big smile.

Slowly he opened the book to read through it a bit. "Say are you staying here long? Since if you're not maybe I could give you the book when I'm done with it. I'll make sure I won't take too long." he offered. Yes, now that was a good compromise right? Sure he would be the one to spend his money but it wasn't bad since he was a prince so it wasn't really much for him at all. Also a prince wasn't it his job to make sure that the citizen or travelers like the kingdom? That was how he had always figured it and that was how it would be in his head. Since he couldn't do much on a daily basis whenever he sees a chance why not take it? Although right now he was a bit hungry since he didn't really eat in the morning. He was a bit too excited and had quickly leave. The prince was sure that he would hear some scolding for such impulses.

"First though maybe we should get something to eat?" he asked hoping the guy would say yes since he was hungry. With the weak body of his, he had to make sure that he ate right or else he might faint. To faint in front of a strange...just what would happen?

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❚tagged: odd ❚ words: 858❚
❚notes: no worries i don't always make it❚

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[ODD NAGEL]

LIVE A LIFE LESS O R D I N A R Y

"You blew away my storm and strife
and shook the bones of me"

Odd stumbled over the words, tongue slipping as he pieced together a broken, “I don’t really—” and it fell apart, simply because he had to struggle to make himself heard. As intriguing as books were, his were lessons in speed-reading; he turned to a page, glanced it over, and quickly lost interest unless something grand and wonderful caught his eye in the moment. Picking it up was more a matter of circumstance, and he was not the type to fight for anything, least of all the little things. Keeping the lantern from swinging furiously in his right hand, Odd shrugged it away before toeing a step or two backwards. (Nothing wrong with a bit of distance, since he was never good with people to begin with.)

Seppel whispered a heated, “You are busy, kid, ‘cause what do you know about Central. Don’t get all easy-goin’.”

[/i] He considered this, keeping quiet as this new face grinned widely and spun him around in a loop of questions—one way and then the other, asking where he was going and if he had nothing to do. By Odd’s understanding of the world, people weren’t friendly so much as there, and he always found himself left wondering exactly who would want to talk to him. (Not necessarily because he felt he was boring company—really the opposite, he was much too interesting for most normal people, but perhaps not in a good way.) As he worked through his answer, he knew that Seppel was lost in the possibility of a legendary fountain of regeneration, but staying in any one place for too long left him uncertain. They lingered in the city for a good two days now, taken in by an older man who needed help fixing his roof and running his business—falling apart as its master grew too old, it was a shack of a place that housed clocks Odd bewitched to sing old folksongs every turn of the hour. (It got him a surprising amount of business, since he’d long ago learned that magic trinkets were rarer than the average—but Odd waved it away as thanks. Room and board were enough to get by with.)

Although he was happy to have company, there were always entirely new worlds lurking in the shadows, and with dangers that he knew far too well were not nameless. It might be better to leave without dragging anyone into his mess, and he offered a simple, “I have nowhere to go. But maybe—” and the man, silver-haired, stately, and altogether attracting strange looks—or was Odd attracting them?—sped to a new angle, giving his name. Zephyr, apparently, and he managed to offer his own in an easy, “Odd. Er, no, that’s my name--not really impressive, I know.” He suffered through the knowledge that his resolve was breaking, and smiled breezily before making another attempt to explain himself. It was less enthusiastic than the first, not because he was irritated, but rather that he didn’t know what to say. Seppel was restless as he played witness, his flames sparking in bright flecks of orange and fizzing against the glass.

“You don’t have to say ‘hell yeah, whatever’,”[/i] he murmured lowly, voice cloaked as the hiss of the fire, “Nobody asked you, remember? Besides, we’ve got places to be, my time isn’t part of a charity, kid!”[/i] Odd shook it carefully, letting him know he heard and to leave well enough alone while he thought things through—”what, you’ve got to make everything a hundred times harder than it actually is?”—before returning to Zephyr. He was not quite immersed, but certainly busy as his eyes darted across the pages, and speaking; first of how he seemed interested in buying it, and then, almost shockingly, he bolted to an invitation for dinner on the town.

“. . .  what, picking you up off the street, Odd—”[/i] and he was harsher, sending the lantern jerking from side to side, “HEY, JUST SAYIN’. Don’t get so sensitive, he isn’t that interested anyway.”[/i] It was grumbled, Seppel’s voice dying again while he wondered if it was proper to just do this sort of thing with strangers. Odd was born and raised in a village out along the western woods, just an ink blot on the maps of Forestille—far too small to be meaningful, with only a few bodies shy of one hundred fifty people. There it was natural to fraternize with your neighbors, your enemies, and your friends, but Central was not so . . . quaint. Pausing for a long moment, he neither decided for or against it, “Why?”




OOC: :'D Except you actually can make it, I just flounder around . . .[/div]

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The guy was rather quiet and actually listening. How strange. Was he even getting the words through his head? Not to say that he was stupid but rather Zephyr really did go fast and would never really stop to wait for people to process anything. That is unless he is teasing them and wanted to get a good look of their expression before continuing on but then that would only be with one person so far and the strange was not that person. That would just be far too weird, to tease and play pranks on a strange. Despite the fact that the shape-shifter was anything but normal, he did have some sort of limitations even if his range was still rather broad. Another thing he was amazed about was the fact that the guy didn't walk away. He was sure that if a stranger came up to you and started talking to you as if you were friends in the capital people would treat it as weird. Although no one dare treat the silver hair male in such a manner but seeing how the guy hasn't bowed his head in respect or anything, he knew that the stranger didn't know of his occupation which was something he was very grateful for. It made things a lot more fun.

Eventually he did get some kind of answer which was mainly a name. Well at least that was somewhere right? “Odd." He tilted his head not sure if he meant odd as if Zephyr' name was odd. Since well it does mean Wind God and in a way that made no sense for the male. For one thing he wasn't an avian shape-shifter and had no power over wind. Second he had a weak body, when someone things of a celestial being they would have the idea of someone powerful, not someone who was mainly skin and bones. Yeah not the right picture for someone with the name at all. If anything the name was rather very misleading. Then again he could also be describing the prince. If so then that made sense as well. After all he was hardly normal. He was too friendly, too outgoing, caused trouble for his bodyguard and he wasn't what most royalty were. After all he was too childish to have the look of a royalty one would expect him to be. Then again he was considered to be a lost cause, something he was strangely proud of. Yes, the word odd did fit him rather well.

It seems that he had caught on though from the second part of his little introduction. Er, no, that’s my name--not really impressive, I know.” Oh his name was Odd...well that was certainly...odd? No pun intended really, he wasn't quite sure himself but he did chuckle a bit. "Odd huh? Well that is certainly an easy name to remember." he commented. Odd...Odd. Yep that is a rather convenient name really. Shorter to write too so it save you time on signatures and letters." He stated. Great, now he wanted a short name too. That way he doesn't have to write such a long name when signing papers. Odd was just a three letter name losing to Ai only by one letter. Some people were born so lucky. Why couldn't he have a short name? Zephyr was starting to sound too long. It was even two syllable and six letters long. That is like writing Odd twice.Then he would be done with the papers so much faster. Still he quickly dispelled such thoughts and continued on talking.

He soon invited him out to eat something since well he was hungry. It would only normal to eat when one is hungry right? “Why?” He tilted his head giving Odd a look that simply asked him if he was alright. Why not? he replied back. It was as simple as that but if he needed actual reasons Zephyr would gladly provide some."Well for one I'm kind of hungry but that's not important. Two is much more important actually since it's boring eating alone. You have no one to talk to right? Besides, since we both tried to get the book we could talk about when to switch the books so both of us could read it." he stated with a big grin on his face feeling rather accomplished right now. If only Ai can see him be such a good diplomat but then again she might just call him childish only using his skills when it comes to unimportant matters such as books and food. "If you want I can treat you." he stated. Of course if that was the case, he was going to need some form of disguise. Well that shouldn't be too hard actually.

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[ZSUZSI HALASZ]

Zsuzsi pressed her back against the wall watching as a few men passed by. Behind her was a young woman who didn't lack in physical strength at all. "I don't know why you saved me," she said not bothering to keep her voice down. "I'm a dark-folk and I don't even like you. Why would you help me?" Zsuzsi gazed back at her. The healer felt it was her job to help people and not to discriminate against what side they were on. If Zsu found someone who needed help, she was going to help them no matter what. Unfortunately though some didn't agree with this and labeled her a traitor. Usually most had no problem with her assistance, she had gotten on many good sides of dark-folk for helping them. There are a few who wouldn't harm her because of what she does.

"Because it's my job,"

[/color] she whispered back. She was slightly annoyed the girl questioned her. Shouldn't she just be grateful? All well, can't win the hearts of everyone. She gazed back over as the men began to search the ally way across the street. She mumbled a curse under her breath and then looked back to the girl once more. "Maybe you should try sneaking aw-"[/color] it took until half way through her sentence to realize the other girl was strutting down the street perfectly fine and confident. "Or that..."[/color] she sighed smacking her face with the center of her palm.

However the guys didn't seem to pay much attention to that girl that Zsuzsi healed. Their heads swiveled over to her and then the spot that she had appeared from. "THERE SHE IS!!" Zsuzsi gasped and turned the other direction to win. She wasn't sure why they'd be so mad if she had already labeled herself as light. She didn't even understand why people had to label themselves at all. Why couldn't people just be mature about things and respect someone who's trying to help people out?

Right now Zsuzsi wasn't sure what was going to happen or what they had planned for her. How did people treat 'traitors' in this city anyways? Was it really that big of a deal? Perhaps so but Zsuzsi still didn't get the point.

Slowly the shapeshifter felt the confidence rise back up. She looked over her shoulder realizing she was a little faster then they were. She let out a laugh and continued forward. The stomps of their feet began to get louder and louder. Her heart was now pumping faster and faster. Her legs began to ache from all of the running. She looked back over her shoulder once more and then jumped forward. In mid air she turned into a small tawny colored cat. Her legs were still hurting however the world seemed to change all around her. She could hear better, smell better, and even run faster. Zsuzsi took off running much faster now. But unfortunately today was just not Zsuzsi's day. She began to hear barking. She looked back. One of the men was now a dog. 'OH. WONDERFUL, just wonderful.'[/color] she thought bitterly to herself.

Perhaps she could seek the safety of a building? She took a sharp right turn into the closest building she could find. This store so happen was a book store. She s swayed through the shelved jumping up a few of them and then jumping down. Then she reached a dead end. She quickly took cover by two men's legs swaying behind them staring out at the dog who had stopped in it's tracks with the two men tiredly catching up to him and then stopping at the same point the dog did. The dog's eyes were on the cat as was the man's on the right. But on the left, the younger one who looked more like a boy gawked at the two men wondering if this was the end of the line or if they were no longer were able to catch this cat.


OOC: o.o i feel like this post is too short.... you guys have these like super long posts xD I'll get there eventually o/
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[ODD NAGEL]

LIVE A LIFE LESS O R D I N A R Y

"You blew away my storm and strife
and shook the bones of me"

He realized distantly that he was tired just watching him, and he crossed his arms and listened to his spiel, “It’s that interesting?” Not really, perhaps the guy was easily bored, or trying to make conversation out of nothing. (Seppel summed it nicely with a scoffed, “Clearly nothing.”

[/i]) Caught in the upheaval of his insistence that it was simpler to sign formal documents, Odd paused and—offhandedly, the thought having escaped him long ago—noticed that he really didn’t sign his name on anything. He barely had a reason to, yet alone a good reason to, as his roots were generally more or less lost things. If you had no house and didn’t live in Central, Odd found that most people didn’t care for you too much; background noise, and his lips quirked into a smile.  He sort of enjoyed the freedom that was going unnoticed.

The next revelation came swiftly, and Zephyr went on a tangent that floored him again. Apparently, he was hungry and that was very important to the grand scheme of things, leaving Odd to wonder if maybe he looked like some kind of—escaped hobo-conman-magician thing. In his opinion, he wasn’t poorly put together; a little eccentric, perhaps, but not that bad off that people needed to hand out food to him. Or maybe he really was just friendly, a little too friendly, and expected him to humor him? Curiously, he took in the gold trim of his cuffs and the silk of his suit, and he knew he was well-off, but couldn’t make heads or tails of what that meant to him. Aristocrats were a bit out of it to begin with, but he supposed that was the price of living a different life than most folks. They simply were what they were, and that might be an excuse good enough to let it go and simply hang around. At least for however long he was willing to put up with him, but the quiet, sensible part of Odd had no interest in attracting more trouble than Zephyr wanted.

Managing a stern, “It’s better not t—” he found himself interrupted by the door being thrown ajar, the bookstore’s sleepy manager jerking awake. Watching the shelves tremble in protest, he heard the shifting of feet and the barking of dogs ringing through the room; echoing, the sound growing as though they were inside themselves. Which, as he found out when the cat swiveled around the corner, was more true that he probably thought at first. A lot more true apparently, and Seppel scoffed a dry, “Look at this. More troublesome things.” [/i]

It was a streak of orange and off-gold bolting towards him, frantic while the dogs came to a strangely human stop. Watching in intrigue as it raced through books left abandoned on the wood floor, he heard the shopkeeper yell obscenities and struggle to her feet, losing balance amid the flood of texts and papers. Waving away Zephyr—not because he was rude, but rather that this was certainly a distraction that neither needed—he let the lantern rest precariously on a half-empty shelf and slipped away, waiting before capturing it in his arms. “Can’t,” and he scratched the cat—female, apparently—behind the ears, “People learn to keep their animals under control.” Glancing to the woman murmuring a embittered “Idiot cat. . .” he offered his best apology, and promised to put her outside. She was just a cat, no real harm done.

“Hey,” he addressed Zephyr casually, gathering up a cackling lantern in his free hand, “I'll go with you for right now. Good enough?”



OOC: SORRY, MUSE!FAIL. D8[/div]

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