Early Mornings -open-

[Talon]

((just trying to get in the groove of things, you can join if you wish, kind of willing to go anywhere with this. More practice than anything but replies would be awesome))

Already he had been up for two hours. This morning he had already traveled twelve miles. Today he had already accomplished something. Today he had beat the sun and done something productive before it had even begun to show its face. Now as it the morning stretched into his third hour awake Pravus could see the faint light appearing in the east. Darkness was falling back from the snaking tendrils of the sun’s rays. There was a faint pink glow on the bottom of the sparse clouds. It was a subtle sunrise, nothing magnificent or awe inspiring. Just a gentle glow of pink and orange on the clouds before the bright light peaked over the curve of the earth. Within the span of a few minutes the pink was completely gone and the ground was lit with pure light. Pravus was unaware of any sunrise. It was there like any other image in the background. Had it any weight on battle or training it would get some note, but not this morning. Too much had to be done. There were too many weak new entries into this pathetic excuse for a unit. “Back straight soldier! There will be no corners cut in the Empire’s army!”

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His voice carried throughout the courtyard, echoed off the great stone walls of the castle and most likely woke more than a few petty nobles. They would complain but that was a simple matter compared to getting these lazy slobs into shape. Now when the Empire needed strong committed soldiers all Pravus received was weak out of shape farm boys. That or grandfather’s with muscles so deteriorated they could barely hold their backs straight while standing. Pravus was disgusted. They had been exercising for a mere hour and already they were useless, worn out. Had the Varden attacked at this very moment his men wouldn’t be able to do anything. They were such a pathetic group. “I just told you maggot…” Pravus strode over to the struggling new recruit. The young man’s back was dipping low to the ground, his arms shaking as he did everything within his power to continue the push-up. Pravus kneeled next to the kid, and put his lips a mere inch from the recruit’s ear. His words came out like a venomous hiss, “…get your back straight…”[/color].

The young man gave a heroic effort as his breath came out in short ragged gasps. His arms shook as he lowered his torso to the ground. For a few seconds he fought valiantly and began to rise again, but then his arms gave out. His face in the ground, dirt already clinging to his sweat soaked face. Pravus’ reaction was immediately. The tall man snapped up to his full height, towering over the exhausted recruit. For a split second he simply glared down at that quivering lump of flesh. A look of murderous intent written in his red eyes. A flash of anger crossed his face and suddenly his foot smashed square into the young man’s back. There was a loud crunch and a groan of pain as the recruit was driven further into the dirt. Pravus did not look back down. Instead he scanned the other recruits. Not one of them was in better shape than the one below his foot. They were all looking his way, fear on every face. Rage began to shake Pravus and he found his foot couldn’t keep from digging into the flesh beneath his heel.

“Everyone up, NOW!”[/color] The recruits did their best, but they were agonizingly slow in his eyes. They fumbled around like idiots, some even fell as they tried to gain their feet! What would happen in the middle of battle when some Vardener knocked them on their back? Did they think they only had to fight for ten minutes? No, Pravus expected more. The Empire would need more. If they couldn’t exercise for this long they would never last in battle. They would be dead from exhaustion; the Varden would simply walk over their corpses. Either he got them in shape now or they would be dead the first time they walked onto the battlefield. Even if they got some muscle on them Pravus didn’t think they’d get very far with their swordwork…training took years…oh who was he kidding he had mere weeks to do this. As much as he hated to admit it the Empire needed these new recruits, he needed them. If the line was weak in any spot it could collapse. The army was only as strong as the weakest soldier. He could care less about the dragons. Let the Empire’s riders worry about those bastards. Pravus was going to make sure the Empire had the better trained army. Even if it killed these young recruits. Finally they were formed into some kind of ranks around him. All were standing…or at least attempting to…save the man under his foot.

“This is unacceptable!”[/color] He continued to shout, his voice echoing across the courtyard once more. There was a degree of rage in his voice and yet there was also an underlying calm that meant business. “Do you think you can fight the Varden when you can’t even lift your pathetic selves from the ground?”[/color] The famine wasn’t helping the situation. There wasn’t enough food for these soldiers. How was he expected to make an army out of starving farm boys? They would never gain any muscle on their bones while their stomachs were empty. The entire situation was infuriating. Pravus had to stay focused on training, forget the famine right now, drill the home the fact that they needed to improve. “What happens when you are forced to fight for hours in full armor!?! Do you think the Varden are going to let you take a water break?!? NO!!! You will have to keep fighting…or DIE!”[/color]

Pravus lifted his foot and delivered a swift kick to the young recruit’s side. “Get back in line…”[/color] His voice came out in a grave whisper, so only the young man and a few nearby could hear. Then Pravus proceeded slowly to the front of the formation. There he paused for several long seconds. He took the time to pace and think. Keeping his sharp eyes on the ground as he listened to the heavy gasping and shuffling movements of the exhausted men before him. The sun had claimed its place in the sky now. There was no more sunrise, the day had started and there was still so much to do. “None of you were better than the man pinned beneath my boot.”[/color] Pravus spoke sternly and loud enough for all to hear, but he did not yell.

“Every last one of you was broken. All of you were no better than dead if it came time for battle.”[/color] As he spoke he paced in front of the group, his eyes sweeping over every last one of the men. He didn’t know what else to do right now. They would hear from him later on. Quickly he signaled one of his lieutenants, “Get them to breakfast and dressed decently for the formation later.”[/color]
Pravus felt like he should say more, but he feared the rage building once again. If he started berating them he would start training them again. They would end up on a five mile run and miss breakfast. Those recruits needed what food the Empire could spare right now. They would have to fight soon, too soon for most of them. Frustrated Pravus headed up to the castle a separate way from the recruits. There were administrative things to take care of and he needed to clean himself up. Too much to do in such a short day.[/blockquote][/size]

[ARWEN REDFERN]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Arwen took a swing of her water from her flask. Wiping her mouth with her green sleeve, she let out a sigh. Looking up at the bright sky, she wondered how it would feel to fly. Chucking to herself, Arwen began to believe she was going mad from staying in the Empire. She had taken the time to get up in the morning to have a nice run. Murtagh was already out of bed when she had woken up. He had even left a mess in the bathroom, which Arwen had to pick up after him. Letting out a small growl, she remembered how gross some of his clothes were. They stunk like a skunk. It was nasty to even though his clothes sometimes. Shivering, she walked towards a large green hill and looked around. With her hair tied back, she wore a green tunic and black leggings with a pair a nice black boots. She looked like a natural warrior. One of the soldiers, even. Humming softly to herself, she walked towards a large field and watched as a man yelled at a group of men. Poor guys. She felt bad for the group.

She nearly skipped over towards them, but held her dignity as she watched one boy limp and hold his back. Feeling sorry for the lad, she quickly ran towards him.

Are you alright? She touched his back gently. He stopped and yelped in pain. Grimacing, she gently touched his back and murmured, Waiise Heiil. A small light emitted from her hands as she could hear a small snap and the boy looked at the dark haired girl in awe. Arwen stepped back and grinned proudly. He gave her a low bow and looked back up at her and smiled brightly, “Thank you so much, lady! Thank you!” Arwen gave a giggle and waved at him. It’s alright. Just remember not to stress yourself too much. You’ll hurt your back again. The boy’s smile faded before he softly said, I’ll…do my best. He quickly then walked away without another word. Arwen blinked at the form that faded away. What did he mean by that? He looked so sad all of a sudden. She frowned slightly before walking towards the field. She didn’t follow the crowd of boys, for she knew that they were probably headed towards the men’s bathing area. Instead, she ran up a little green hill and saw a man walking up the walkway. He looked familiar. Wasn’t he the one yelling at the group earlier?

She decided to bump into him, since he probably didn’t see her. Going behind him, she ‘accidentally’ bumped into him, pushing him down to the ground. With a small ‘oof!’ she slowly got up while looking at the man. Biting her bottom lip, she blinked at him with her blue eyes. She needed to look as sweet as possible, she reminded herself.

Oh, my! Are you alright? I’m so sorry. Are you hurt anywhere? Alright, maybe she was overdoing it just a little bit. With a small hesitant smile, she offered him a hand, bending down to look at him. He was alright looking, not someone she would exactly go for. Tucking a strand of hair behind her pointy ears, she waited for him to take her hand and apology. She also hoped that he would at least introduce himself to her. Making things much easier for the girl.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • dunno
T A G G E D • TALON
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • ...i have no idea what these two are gonna do.

[Talon]

As he approached the castle Pravus allowed his mind to wander as he tried to take in the events between the Empire and the Varden. His entire life had been training and fighting. From the time he could stand his father had begun to test him. Pravus was thankful for this, because now he was ready. He could take down any of those Varden fools. There was one fool in particular that he had his sights set on. This so called Roran Stronghammer. What kind of primitive weapon is a hammer? What farmboy took down all of those Imperial soldiers? It was pathetic! On both parties! The Varden had to rely on such a worm and the Empire folded before him! Pravus knew he could take down this Roran. This brother of Eragon fought with a hammer. He would have to get in close to strike at him, and Pravus would let him. The Captain would let the farmboy get close and strike, the wards and armor itself could deflect numerous blows. As a matter of fact the wards wouldn’t be needed. The armor was thick enough, strong enough, to withstand at least a single blow. And once Pravus let the little worm get close enough to hit he would never escape the range that Pravus had with his sword. He could lock in that sad little hammer and cut this Roran in half. No more rallying behind such a worm, no more hammer for his soldiers to fear. Galbatorix had not let Pravus get close yet. He wasn’t sure why, but he obeyed. When the time was right the Emperor would let him destroy Roran.

These matters and many others swam through his head. How was he supposed to get his new recruits in shape in time? What would happen now after the disastrous summit? And what had happened to his brother Capio? Immediately Pravus felt a pang of deep hurt and depression. And then came the tidal wave of extreme jealousy. Captain Capio Corripio, now General Corripio…now Rider Capio…Fury raged through Pravus’ veins and there was a slight shake in his arms. Capio was getting weak. Once his younger brother had been strong and thought only of the Empire. Pravus had been proud to call the master of the twin scimitars his brother. Capio had been going places…and then he decided to team up with that pathetic dragon! Of course the dragon that hatched for his brother was weak and kind! That maggot Anira had made his brother a coward! Now Capio forgot the Empire and the true mission, he became merciful and stupid. All he cared about was that pathetic, miserable…SMACK!

Pravus’ anger had clouded his head too much and now he found himself headed towards the ground. Quickly the large man twisted and crumpled carefully to the ground. The fall had been unintentional, but Pravus made sure it was he who hit the ground. Minimizing any and all damage that might have happened the soldier used his training to immediately prepare to sweep out his opponents feet, even as he fell. Already his body was twisting for a roll to his feet, it would be mere milliseconds…and then he spotted her…the attacker and Pravus let himself simply crumple to the ground. Despite his expertly made landing there was a loud thud. Pravus was no small man, at 6’3” and made entirely of muscle there was no falling quietly. His mind was already racing for a possible explanation as the dust rose into the air.

This girl couldn’t be more than 5’7” and little over a hundred pounds. Had she simply knocked into him she would have bounced off and landed on her butt. Pravus was a full grown man that towered over normal soldiers. He could pick this funny looking girl up with one hand. There was no way this slight creature had simply ‘bumped’ into him. Otherwise he would have felt a small jolt and would be helping a lady from the ground. But that was not the case…so there had to be force behind her blow. She had intentionally run into him and fallen back herself to appear innocent, what a sneaky little wench. A wry grin flashed across his face, quickly replaced by a look of shock and discomfort. As she slowly stood up he cradled his arm and groaned. Pravus did not immediately try to stand, taking time to nurse his ‘injuries’ instead. As she moved towards him fumbling through an apology he nodded gently and looked up her offered hand with nothing but thankfulness in his eyes. How such a slight girl thought she could help him up he would never know, but none of those concerns showed on his face. He had to be hurt. “Aw, I’m alright…You should really watch where you’re going…,”

[/color] Pravus’ voice was friendly and understanding as he slowly reached up his hand to clasp with her outstretched arm. Instead of grasping her hand he quickly shot grabbing her wrist and yanked her to the ground. As he did he pulled her down with all the force in his arm he brought himself standing to his feet. It was kind of funny, his hand easily wrapped around that skinny little wrist…it would be so easy to break. However he decided a faceful of dirt is what she deserved, not a bone sticking out of her flesh. So he simply sent her shooting for the ground. It was easy to do this because as he pulled her down he pulled himself up.

Pravus dusted himself off as he let the slight girl sail headfirst into the ground. His back was to her for a second and then he turned sharply to face her. Pravus’ eyes were gleaming with a furious rage. His voice came out like an enraged lion’s roar.“And size up your opponent before defying the laws of physics. Do you really think a tiny thing like you would send me to the ground by accidentally running into me? Get a brain maggot!”[/color]

((on a sidenote we did a bit of godmoding here. Didn't know if you quite understood what it was so prepare for a short explanation! When you force another person's character to do something against the author's will or control that's godmoding. Like when you said Pravus was pushed to the ground, I am supposed to be able to let him dodge or get knocked down. I godmoded slightly in return by sending Arwen flying as well...just wanted to make a small note for future reference!))[/blockquote][/size]

[ARWEN REDFERN]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Yes. I'm really sorry...I'll rememb--

The girl yelped as she was pulled down by the hand she thought was friendly. What? Her blue eyes were filled with confusion. She was abut to land face first, but turned her head just in time and landed on her side. It dirtied her green tunic. She snarled at the sudden impact. Her eyes then locked on with the eyes of the man who had thrown her down. Her blue eyes suddenly were filled with fire while she used her legs to trip the other man. Her hand was still caught and for the first time, Arwen nearly flt helpless. Shit. She should of brought out her weapons. No matter. She had a dagger close to her thigh.

HEY! What was that for? You bastard! Arwen swore at him with a large snarl. Getting up on her feet quickly, she readied herself as if he was going to attack her again. Narrowing her eyes, her pretty face turned into a dark scowl before her hands turned into fists. She wanted to kill him. if she had her equipment, she would make sure that he died a very painful death. How dare he do that to her?

You're the maggot, you piece of vermin! How do you know that it wasn't an accident? Where's your proof? Her hand readied for her dagger that she kept well hidden. With a cat like smile she sneered at him,

To throw a girl down is cowardly. You should be ashamed to even show your face, coward! she spat at him, her blue eyes glaring daggers at him. She sensed that she would run away from him, but she knew she was strong enough. She knew magic. She was technically stronger than him. Arwen then glared at him and spoke in a very cold tone.

What's your name, bastard? I don't even need to tell you why I want to know. Her lips curled into a smirk before giving him a large scowl. There was no way she was going down without a fight. Hell, she was not going to leave without an apology from this son of a bitch fucking loser bastard. She got up slowly, her chin lifted up. Her pretty face was now dark and angry. She was having a nice day and this guy ruins it. Was everyone in the empire always so horrible? She was already up and her tied back hair was all messed up now. Tearing the band out of her hair, she let her hair free. Arwen was pissed and she did not like feeling pissed. The girl was an assassin for crying out loud. When angry, she would go on a killing spree.

Fuck. Now my clothes are dirty, thanks to you. She glared at him with a look of disgust on her face. Now, she was standing tall and looking as proud as possible, she folded her arms and glared hard at him. He was disgusting. Who would honestly ever like him? Oh, right. His mother. Wait. Perhaps she was dead? Then, he would have nobody. Good for him. Her bright blue eyes looked at him with a burning look of hate in her eyes.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • dunno
T A G G E D • TALON
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • watch out arwen is real angry. and omg, sorry for the godmodding. totally didn't mean it. >.<

[Talon]

At first Pravus still felt the rage left over from the initial attack. On a good day he would have acted out against such an act, but when he was in a foul mood and stirred from his brooding…well he couldn’t be blamed for his brash actions. After all, she had been the one with the nerve to knock him to the ground while he was going about his business. What for? He had never seen her before, and he had been working for Galbatorix for years. Her legs came out in a sweep, much in the same fashion that he would initially used had she not been female. Naturally from his position it was a simple matter to step aside. He noticed in the movement, however, that she was incredibly quick. No human moved like that, and Pravus knew Galbatorix was collecting more elves…but no, this little thing was too short to be an elf. Her face was not as shocking, especially with that ugly look of rage. This special case had to be half elven, which meant that he must tread with care. Elves were incredibly strong; they would overpower even him no matter how hard he trained. A half-elf he could deal with, but it would be a tough match. Without his armor he felt naked, the fighting style required without it was completely different. Besides, despite his anger and rage he simply didn’t feel like a full out brawl. Already he had been up for several hours and working out for most of it. He was fit to fight, but his muscles were tired.
So he crossed his arms and sneered as she stood up. Pravus had been right about one thing, the girl was short and young even for a human. He towered nine inches above her and had a difficult time stifling his laugh as she ranted and raved. The girl would have to look up at him to meet his eyes and he was having a fun time of it looking down at her. Now Pravus had been furious but this display in front of him was almost calming. He was dropping into a battle mindset whether he wanted to or not, and that meant calm, not rage. Rage can give you raw power, but it will also cloud your mind and get you killed. So he mentally brought himself back to his calm center. Sure he was furious at the world for its problems and he was angry at her for having the nerve to push him. However, in his eyes they were even. She had knocked him down and he had paid her in return. So get on with your life.

Pravus’ was coming back to peace, but couldn’t help break out of it to laugh at her angry comments. Had she just called him a maggot while standing in his shadow? Of course her shouting for proof was ridiculous. They both knew the truth of the matter. So why fight over it, she knew what she had done and Pravus was no fool to think differently. And then the little hissing kitty decided to unsheathe her claws when she brought out the dagger. Naturally she played the girl card as well. This half elf didn’t realize that Pravus didn’t care if she was a girl, once you start a fight expect to get hit. Already the soldier had killed dozens of women Vardeners. You couldn’t discriminate in battle, so why discriminate now?

He had to be careful though. This was one steamed up kid and she meant business. Pravus wouldn’t have been worried, but this girl was a half-elf and that led to the possibility of magic. The soldier kept a special enchanted medallion in his pocket for such occasions as this, but it was only a few weak wards so he could take out a magician and not be so quickly overwhelmed. This was different though. A half-elf could be very powerful when it came to magic. The girl’s tone dropped, and Pravus might have been intimidated if she had looked over twenty or been his height. As it turned out she was neither… and that look of death written in her eyes just seemed well…childish to a degree. He knew better than to underestimate her, but it was difficult at the moment.

And then she asked for his name…what was she looking for? And why the heck would she ask without giving her own? Besides all this smirking and scowling made Pravus think she had some big plan racing through her head. He wasn’t about to give her what she wanted when she was behaving like this. Thankfully he had found his center calm by now and his face was a blank slate. There was a glimmer of acknowledgement in his eye but no amount of emotion was on his face. When things got serious one had to be calm. Training recruits was the time to yell and rage about. Not now in front of this steaming child.

Pravus had a hand on his emotions…until she complained about her dirty clothes, and then his eyes began to laugh. He shook slowly and chuckled for a few long seconds before able to regain his calm. The laugh was low, and not so jolly as it was shocked. “You’re worried about clothes?”

[/color] Pravus couldn’t help but laugh shortly once more. “I thought you might be slightly grown…but you still think like a child. Worrying about clothes when your face gets in the dirt.”[/color] Then he was done with the laughing and dropped back into his deadly calm.

“You dare ask my name after this childish tyrade? You want something to call me? Then call me Vren.”[/color] Naturally Vren had nothing to do with his name. Pravus Corripio was proud of his name and family where it came from, but he wasn’t about to hand it out to trash like this. So he gave the half-elf a dirty dwarf word simply meaning war. If that didn’t satisfy her then she would simply have to deal with it. If anything this angry half elf was entertaining. Still, Pravus had the distinct feeling that if he was not careful this girl would pack a pretty powerful bite. “As for cowardly, I am a soldier. You attacked me, and I retaliated. On the battlefield if I hesitated because you were a little girl I could easily be dead. I may not be chivalrous or prideful, but I am no coward. I do what must be done, so stop your complaining.[/color]

Pravus still stood with his arms crossed, peering down at the young woman. He was ready for her to strike at any moment, but his stance would not betray that sense of readiness. He remained completely placid, a look of absolute peace on his face. “Oh, and as a side note, I wouldn’t be calling a normal human bastard when you’re the product of some unholy union between a filthy elf and some worm of a man.[/color] Perhaps that was a bit far, might make her angrier than necessary, but Pravus simply couldn’t help himself.[/size][/blockquote]

[ARWEN REDFERN]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Don't kill him. Don't kill him....yet. She was chanting in her mind. Arwen was shaking with rage. It had started out innocently until this...guy decided to make things more personal. There was no way in hell she was going to leave. That would be basically telling him that she was backing off. Grinding her teeth together, she uttered a low growl. That, she would not do. She cursed in her mind as he side stepped her small attack. Dammit. He was some sort of training guy so he should know. Was he like Randal? A person who trained others? If so, he would be considered a tough opponent. But, no worries. Arwen knew how to defend herself. Hell, the king himself taught her a few tricks! He was the one who taught her the magic. The dark magic which she embraced fully even though some stupid elves thought it was 'evil'.

Alright. Back to reality. So, she knew he was probably a lot stronger than she was and a whole lot heavier. She glanced over at his arms, not wanting to gulp at the large muscles he had. Okay. So he had muscles. It didn't necessarily mean that he would win, right? She was quick, like an elf and had rather good reactions. What she wasn't good at was controlling her emotions when she got a little bit too worked up. She breathed deeply in closing her eyes, to try and stay calm. Re-opening them, she looked at her opponent with an icy glare of her own. Sure, she was probably tiny in her eyes, but little did he know that she was probably a whole lot quicker than he would expect. She sheathed her dagger back and placed her hands behind her back, looking as calm as possible. She needed her mind back. Anger would just lead to madness. The king, the old man, was a big example to that. With a sweet smile that would usually charm men, she sweetly replied,

Of course I worry about my clothes! I'm sure they are made out of finer material than yours. As for my face, it'll heal in time. Besides, it's honestly not that dirty. she wiped away the bits of dirt that clung on to her face. It wasn't so bad. It was just a small red mark that was there. Sure, it hurt. That's where her revenge came in. Her blue eyes looked cold while staring at him. She was good at staring matches. Whenever she was with Murtagh, she would win. He would end up rubbing his eyes and muttering how 'insane' and how 'creepy' her eyes were. Arwen had only smiled at those comments. It was clear that he, this man, did not care if she was female or not. He had no respect for anyone. Except for the king probably.

In the same innocent and sickly sweet tone, she responded back, Why would you think it's childish? I'm only asking for your name. Besides, I'm sure we both know that 'Vren' is not your name. You didn't hesitate when you said it. Besides, I figured you would be called, 'capitain' something of some little groupie that the king allowed. Unwillingly, of course. she gave him a grin before giving a little sigh and rolling her blue eyes. Making excuses. He was horrible, through and though. Totally pathetic.

Correction. This is not a freaking battlefield. This is a castle, which the king owns. A place where we all know will not have enemies here. She gave him a pretty mean smile, as if talking to someone younger. Her voice had rose just a little bit, to give it a small bit of laughter in her tone. She continued to smile in a sweet way before adding, Fine. I guess you might not be a coward, but you sure are a rude and a horrid person. she almost snarled at him again, her anger sparking up. She folded her arms, while looking at him with a look of boredom on her face. Che, he was annoying. Sure, he was probably older than she was, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be able to kill him, right? She stiffened and the cool looking Arwen was gone. How dare he say that? What gave him the right to mock her like that? She strode up to him and let out an angry snarl before hissing at him,

How dare you! Are you really calling me a mutant? At least my parents created me out of love! Unlike you. You were probably something that your mother never wanted. A mistake. Her blue eyes had narrowed into slits as she proceeded to kick him in the shin swiftly and she also tried to slap him on the face. Hard. The kick was most likely going to work, but she wasn't sure about the slap. The distance between them were quite close and Arwen could see that he was really tall and in her eyes, he was ugly. Compared to her, he was just an ordinary ugly human man that she wouldn't usually waste her time talking to.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • dunno
T A G G E D • TALON
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S •watch out. this little kitty has claws. >.<

[Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress]

My peaceful morning of contemplation was rudely interrupted by primitive bellowing.

After putting up with Pravus Corripio howling orders at the recruits like some kind of restless spirit for the past little while, the high-pitched screeching of some little adolescent girl was more than enough to put me off my morning tea. I put the oversized cup down, eyeing the open spot in the courtyard where Pravus Corripio- immediately recognizable by his monstrous height and wild orange hair- appeared to be verbally ripping apart some young girl with too much pride for her own good. I raised one carefully trimmed eyebrow, allowing the little battle to go on for a short while before the sheer stupidity of it began to wear down even my disciplined nerves.

“Will there be anything else, madame?” asked the serving boy beside me.
“No,” I said quietly. “My breakfast is finished. You may clean up.”

I rose from my chair, carefully adjusting my parasol to avoid the sunlight. Though Alagaësia’s sun was not nearly as strong as Nihon’s, it still gave me reason to worry. The last thing I needed was my makeup melting all over my face. I had meetings, negotiations, and formal parties- what was that ridiculous term they used here?- ‘out the wazoo’ today. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble with dressing myself so early in the morning. This kimono was sporadically printed with bright orange fire blossoms and purple orchids on black fabric, while my hair, carefully brushed and tied into its little bun, had an ornate orange hairpiece. My face was painted chalk-white and my lips were bright crimson, while my eyes were outlined and winged with the black kohl I was so fond of. I was far more regally dressed than the snoring pigs of nobles who rolled about in their beds with their dogs and their whores at this hour.

Carefully stepping out onto the cobblestones of the courtyard, I approached the twosome as they bickered, taking in their appearances. Pravus Corripio was very well-known throughout the Empire, although I’d never met him personally. His eyes were alight with fire, and he was clearly massively restraining himself from killing the girl right on the spot. His temper was even more well-known than the man himself. My diplomatic training immediately pointed that out as a very powerful weakness, although I had to admit that the man’s anger could give the most hardened warrior reason to pause. The girl, meanwhile, had nothing impressive going on for her. Small, not particularly attractive, and shrieking and swearing profanity at Corripio, I eyed her with disdain. I noticed, however, that her features were much higher than most humans’, and her ears were pointed. Ugh. This would have to be that worthless half-breed that was always following Murtagh about. I pondered letting Corripio kill her, but that would be loud and gory, and I was looking for some peace. I stopped some distance away from them.

“Sir Corripio?” I said smoothly, only too aware of my accent, which I had yet to lose even after nearly twenty years in this godforsaken country. He broke off whatever insult he was about to screech next to give me a hot glare. “Would you like to come with me for a moment? My father, Colonel Kichirou, has need of you. You may bring your little..” I eyed the mongrel beside him, “pet with you.”

My father, of course, had not called for Corripio. I was merely going to keep them busy and away from where I’d be holding some particularly important negotiations later this morning, and the last thing I needed was two brutes upsetting ambassadors from distant countries. Granted, all of Alagaësia was built by and lived in by barbarians, but I wanted to maintain at least some civil air while securing trading agreements. Obviously, I wasn’t about to bring harm to the knight, but some temporary injuries might cure the adolescent of her hormonal rage. I was going to make a little offer. But first, I wanted them both out of the courtyard, and someplace a little more clandestine.

Words;; 687. Omg fail. x.X
Muse;; Really bad. D=
Thoughts;; No ideas whatsoever and I totally rushed it. But I'm really eager to RP with Talon!!

[Talon]

This girl was simply too much. Capio wasn’t sure how to respond to all of her little quips. Had he known she would bring this much pain to his ears he would have simply let her keep walking. This wasn’t worth slamming her face into the ground. If he had been fully armored right now he would have simply would have knocked her over and stepped on her. Muddied her clothes and bloodied up her face a bit more. What did it matter that her clothes were made of a finer material? Could it turn away sword blows or stop arrows? Than it was useless cloth. As her icy gaze locked with his raging red eyes he had to laugh. “A staring match kid? You like my pretty eyes?”

[/color] His voice came out in a low rumble.

Personally hers would have looked better puffy and black from a well aimed punch…with a gauntlet on the fist. Well, that might kill her. His own gaze was actually not so beautiful, anger never made anything pretty and rage was almost permanently stamped on his irises. Besides, the creepy reddish color was reminiscent of a shade, except this shade was monstrous cared little for magic. Now she was insulted that he hadn’t told her his name. So on second thought he should have just told her his name. Would have been less of this utterly gut wrenching tone in her voice. How in the world did she know he wasn’t Vren? Sounded like a fine name to him. Well better that she called him Vren then Pravus or Corripio. Having those putrid lips spelling out his name would sully it. Pravus wanted no dishonor brought to the house of Corripio, however insignificant this was. He decided it was better than to remark on her being childish. Those stuck in the ways of a kid would not see the error of their ways until they matured. Pravus figured there was a long wait before this girl grew out of her immaturity.

He would have to argue with her argument for the castle not being a battlefield. Was she so overconfident and stupid to not see that one day this place could be a battlefield? The Varden were spineless but they were not so weak in battle. Did she not know that the Empire had lost most of the major battles? Obviously she did not have to worry about assassins either. Such creeps were nearly a monthly occurrence for Pravus. The curious thing is it usually wasn’t the Varden that sent some poisoning worm his way. It was the freakin’ nobles. They all despised how he conducted himself and thought he was a poison of fury among the troops. Of course they knew nothing of his success. Galbatorix knew that Pravus gave results, as a matter of fact the Captain was close to becoming or a Colonel, or even a General. If this little girl tought the castle was always safe because the king was here…if she didn’t think there were enemies among friends…let her. When she died from a dagger in the back there would be little weeping.

Pravus actually laughed at her next comment, not a coward but rude and horrid. He had certainly heard such things before. Nobles…the entire filthy bunch…were always filing complaints against him. Yes. Pravus was rude and he was incredibly horrid to many people, but it was necessary. If that was the role he had to play to keep his King safe then so be it. Pravus still gave results he won his battles and he destroyed the Varden. All without his own magic or stinking lizard. Not a speck of elf blood either. He was entirely human and knew that if he lost a battle it was because he had not prepared. Pravus knew he could kill an elf, hell he waited for the day he could try to slay a dragon. As a matter of fact he had already started practicing daily with spears and lances for such a day…but that was beside the point. Pravus was where he was today because of his hard work and dedication. If that made him horrid and rude so be it.

Yeah. A mutant that was exactly what she was. A nasty grin on his face Pravus listened with glee at her silly little words. Her parents created her out of love, oh how sweet! Funny thing was Pravus barely knew his mother, it was his father that had trained him. The greatest love ever shown him was the wonderful training Malus had given him. He owed his father everything for raising him right. His mother was a wonderful noble woman these days. Saying his parents didn’t want him was like saying teenagers didn’t want sex. But he had made her a little too angry…in came the kick for his shin. Pravus accepted the blow, and was surprised to feel some pain. Obviously the elven blood had helped this girl out a bit. The captain took hard hits all the time from humans without a flinch, but this kick actually smarted. No pain flashed on his face however, he was practiced enough to keep that away…filthy half-breed.

The pain in his shin sparked the rage and the warrior mindset kicked in. Kill or be killed, strike first or die. Pravus controlled it, but it also immediately put his senses into overdrive. This was a good thing because he immediately caught the hand coming in towards his face. His burly hand was up in a flash. Millimeters from his face he caught the skinny wrist of the bastard girl once again. This time he did not throw her or immediately let go. He simply held onto the wrist in a vice-like grip and squeezed as a warning. Pravus leaned in close to her face, keeping her wrist held tightly, “You dare try…”[/color] his voice was so low and deadly it could have silenced a babe…but he was rudely interrupted.

Pravus immediately threw the dirty wrist and hand from his face, releasing Arwen from his grip and turned in that same moment. Snapping his head to look with all the rage and anger he had towards Arwen and focused it at this filthy noble. Lady Renn Kuran…Pravus had not seen much of this women, but she was unlike anything he'd seen before. A heart-shaped face and small almond shaped eyes. Her nose seemed too flat and her lips just a bit too thin, strangely enough it made her beautiful. All the exotic elements wrapped into a foreign but gorgeous face. Pravus had not had too many problems with this particular Lady, but it would make sense that his yelling had upset her.

Was that parasol thing really necessary though? There wasn't a cloud in the sky, no need to protect against rain...then again perhaps she was worried about her skin. That would make sense. Pravus still didn't understand the strange clothes it seemed impractical...then again everything in court was. This was simply a different craziness. Pravus was no fan of nobles, but it seemed one of the few things a woman could do well. After all, woman should be the ones getting dressed up and pretty, attending balls and social events. So he held no great ill will towards Renn. She was simply doing what she must. That didn't mean he had to like her occupation...or enjoy going anywhere with her. The Captain thought it funny that nobles always asked for something, as if he had a choice in the matter. A nobles request was as good as a command, so he would be visiting Colonel Kichirou. Not the worst request actually, he could stomach that.

With fluidity accomplished only from constant practice and muscle memory Pravus swiftly went to the position of attention and gave a very kurt bow in respect to the Lady Kuran's status. When he stood straigh again he nodded sternly. “Yes Lady Kuran I can come for a while. As for this creature. It can come along if it so desires.”[/color] He didn’t even turn to look at Arwen as he spoke of her. Filthy half-breed didn’t deserve the notice after her horrid actions. So Pravus would follow the Lady Kuran…despite the many pressing duties he had to take care of.[/size][/blockquote]

[ARWEN REDFERN]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Actually, they are a funny looking color. Never thought eyes could look so red. I bet you haven't been sleeping very well, haven't you? She told him without even snarling at him. Well, it was true. She said in such a matter in fact sort of tone, she almost stopped being angry. Alright, maybe she was over reacting just slightly. She was a kid in his eyes. He was pretty old and tall for that matter. He could be as old as her father, for crying out loud. When he caught her hand and gave it a squeeze like Murtagh would usually do, she winced. That was probably going to leave a mark if he held it any longer. Without crying, she glared at him with the same anger he had in his eyes. She gave a small smirk, triumphant that she had managed to kick him in the shin.

With their faces almost inches apart, she had an urge to use her head to smash into his. He suddenly let go when he heard a voice. It was a female, she heard. It was a...person? She blinked and looked around to see a woman? She was dressed in a very pretty outfit. Although she believed that the face was a little bit too much. Arwen just sort of stared at the face with disbelief before snarling at the man/woman.

Who's that...? She has alot of white stuff on her face... She trailed off, almost as if speaking to herself. She blinked for a moment, looking blank before she looked insulted. Pet? She was a pet now? She preferred being called a kid than a pet. She shouted at the person, I AM NOT A PET! I'd rather be called a kid by him than a pet by you. She pointed at the other man. The look on her face showed how angry she was when she called her a creature. How dare she? Wasn't he calling her a kid earlier? When did it switch to creature? Did he just call her an it? She crossed her arm, looking very pissed. Alright, that was just annoying. They were calling names right in front of her face and it was not so funny anymore like how they were sounding.

Oi, Corrie! Mind if you talk as if I'm still here? You sound stupid when you do that. Just being truthful here. Arwen smiled at him, shrugging She now looked over at the woman and told her in a sweet tone,

Lady. Pet is not exactly something I like being called, thanks. I'm sure you use a lot of people to your disposal, but I'm not not one of them. So, it would be ever so nice if you actually called me something else than some funny name like that. Arwen gave a small bow before giving the person another sickening sweet smile. Her lips were beginning to hurt from smiling like that. She also added with a careless voice,

Oh, and your makeup is slightly smudging. Right over on the right cheek. She pointed out and showed it out on her own face. She gave a mischievous grin before looking as innocent as possible.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • dunno
T A G G E D • TALON
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • ...i have no idea what these two are gonna do.

[Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress]

I patiently waited for Corripio to snap to attention. Though high-ranking soldiers like him were anything but the pawns of nobles, they still acted like them, and I was never short of some sucking up or breathless compliments from them. Corripio, however, simply stood straight, looked me in the eye, and listened attentively. I was intrigued. He obviously wasn’t the manipulative, backstabbing sort. He was blatantly open, relying on fear and his martial experience to earn his way through the ranks. He doubtlessly had ulterior motives behind all that armour and blunt language, but he didn’t use manipulation. Interestingly, I’d seen him at the secret coalition between the Varden and the Empire several days ago- it had been impossible to mistake that height and bright orange hair, unless, of course, it had been his Rider brother Capio, but I’d seen no dragon around- and had been placed on Purging the Wound, the fourth operation. I got to thinking.

“I AM NOT A PET! I’d rather be called a kid by him than a pet by you,” snarled the half-elf.
“Yes, Lady Kuran, I can come for a while,” said Pravus immediately. “As for this creature, it can come along if it so desires.”
“Oi, Corrie! Mind if you talk as if I’m still here? You sound stupid when you do that. Just being truthful here.” Her smile was bittersweet. She turned towards me. “Lady. Pet is not exactly something I like being called, thanks. I’m sure you use a lot of people to your disposal, but I’m not one of them. So, it would be ever so nice if you actually called me something else than some funny name like that. Oh, and your makeup is slightly smudging.” Her grin became vicious as she beckoned to my face, and then to hers. “Right over on the right cheek.”

I turned towards the girl, noting that she was about the same height as me, so we stood eye-to-eye. I found myself bored and annoyed by her attempt to rouse me into the same temper that she had likely put Corripio in before my arrival, and refused to comply. Though she was probably smarter than the average Imperial citizen due to her elven blood, I was older by maybe ten years with far more experience than following a Rider as unintelligent as Murtagh around. Unfortunately for her, having a short temper was probably the worst weakness one could have in diplomacy, and I’d gotten rid of it when I was perhaps twelve years old, something the half-elf clearly hadn’t done. Knowing full well that my makeup wasn’t smudged, I stepped towards her, my kimono crinkling softly with the movement.

“Then allow me to be apologizing for the comment.” I gave the smallest possible bow. “I am Lady Renn Kuran, consul to the king. And I believe you are… Arwen Redfern, one of his assassins?” Seeing the surprise in her face, I added, “My position requires me to be knowing each and every regular face in Imperial court. Your… unique species… makes you well-known.”

In reality, the name had just hit me after I remembered seeing her at the secret coalition as well- she’d been the very first volunteer for the Surdan fortress infiltration, the first operation. Before, I’d just known her as Murtagh’s tag-along. Our duties were entirely different. I had and never would see her in a meeting room, and she probably wouldn’t ever find me on one of her missions- unless, of course, Galbatorix grew tired of me and wanted me permanently disposed of. Luckily, I probably wouldn’t have to worry about that for some time. I decided to use this against her, though- flattery was the number-one weapon used against those of weak will and lesser intelligence. If that failed, at least it might silence her less-than-witty comments. With my foreign looks and dress that I vehemently refused to give up, I had heard them all from the uncivilized inhabitants of Alagaësia. At least she wasn’t mocking my accent and the grammatical mistakes I still managed to make after fifteen years. However, the fact that she was in the coalition made her useful to me, and I suddenly found myself not minding that she would probably be tagging along when I ‘led’ Corripio to my father. Remembering this, I turned back to the enormous soldier.

“Is refreshing to see manners among the troops, Sir Corripio. Come along. As may you, Miss Redfern.”

I stepped away without looking behind my shoulder, knowing full well that they’d be following- unless, of course, they decided to shake each other up a bit more, which I hoped wouldn’t happen. Rounding on them and cutting them up verbally seemed so uncivilized in a situation such as this. However, after nothing more than a few heated words, I heard the stomp of Corripio’s boots and the light pattering of Redfern’s shoes, and allowed a faint smile to settle itself on my face. I walked across the courtyard, which was currently full of nothing but servants scurrying to and fro as they prepared their masters’ breakfasts, as well as the occasional sparring pair of guards. Nothing out of the ordinary was up, so I headed towards a small door intended for nobles in want of discretion, and patiently waited for Corripio to scurry forward and open it for the half-elf and me.

With a tiny nod of acknowledgement as he did so, I stepped through it and into the darkness, bringing my parasol down from my shoulder and closing it before allowing it to swing gently from my wrist. Though I didn’t live directly in the palace, the king had been kind enough to have his slaves construct a hall leading to the nearby manor. I walked down the hall, up a flight of spiral stairs, and down another hall, ignoring any braying comments from the bickering twosome behind me and responding to direct questions with a mere ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer. Though they definitely interested me and I was going to prod further, they weren’t nearly close enough to me to engage in bantering, and I wasn’t about to waste my breath. Once we arrived at my little château through the palace entrance, I paused, turning towards them. Redfern looked annoyed, probably at the long voyage, while Corripio stood tall and unmoving like a proper soldier.

“Please to be waiting a few moments. I must make sure my quarters are in respectable state.”

With another slight bow, I opened the small wooden door leading into my manor and immediately closed it behind me. Ignoring the regular maids and house servants doing their dusting and rearranging, I headed straight to my lady-in-waiting Sizura’s quarters, knocking briskly on the door. After an absent “Coming!” and the sound of rustling skirts, the blue-haired elf approached and opened the door, looking dazed. She was clad in a see-through robe, so I knew she’d been doing one of those odd religious rituals of hers again. Annoyed, I hoped she was at least coherent enough to do my orders.

“Where’s Belisari?” I asked immediately.
“Not even a hello? Uh, I believe she’s off doing that little recon job on that lord… wutsisname… that you asked her to do… um…”
I sighed despairingly. “Can you function enough to fetch my father?”
“Oh, sure! What for, or is this another surprise?”
“What do you know on the half-elf Arwen Redfern and Sir Pravus Corripio?” I spoke quickly, to get it over with as fast as possible.
She thought for a very long moment. “The half-elf… was raised with Eragon Shadeslayer. Nothing is known about her parents; at least the Empire knows nothing. She’s an assassin, was captured with Murtagh right before Thorn hatched for him. They… they’re always together…” she leaned close to me, so close that I could smell something on her breath that was faintly alcoholic. “And they’re in love. Isn’t that just the sweetest thing?”
“Interesting. And Corripio?”
“Even the matter of love in an object of business with you? You can’t be all manipulation!”
“Corripio,” I said again, my voice nearly rising.
“Very well… his father is Malus Corripio, one of the greatest soldiers in the Imperial army. His mother is Lady… Lady… Lady…” I raised an eyebrow. “… her name escapes me, but she’s some well-to-do noblewoman. Keeps her head down, though, and doesn’t have much of a relationship with either of her sons. Pravus’s brother is Capio Corripio, a Rider, and his dragon is Anira, our oldest one besides Thorn and Shruikan, obviously. Capio is very strategic, thoughtful, etc… Pravus loves cruelty. Both passionately hate the Varden. I really do need to get back to my praying…”
“Fetch my father and I will not bother you again today.”
“Thank you, milady.”

Completely uncaring of her naked state, she strutted off, disappearing through a tiny hidden door in the wall. I watched her go. Sizura was my interior spy of sorts. Though completely alien with her religious pacifism and half-insane due to years spent in the Imperial dungeons, she was highly intelligent and very well-versed in knowledge of the Imperial Court- when she wasn’t involved in some spiritual ascension or whatnot, which I suspected often involved alcohol or some sort of hallucinogenic drug. Either way, it kept her happy, and she was very loyal, so I was happy. Satisfied with the information I’d received, I went back to where Redfern and Corripio were waiting, opening the door and beckoning them inside without a word. Corripio probably hadn’t been listening in due to his high sense of honour, but Redfern might have caught something with her advanced hearing. Luckily, nothing in my conversation had insinuated anything suspicious. Just a suspicious noblewoman looking for dirt on possible enemies, nothing more.

They glanced around a lot as I led them into the room where I held my discussions, knowing that a few comments would be awaiting me. After inheriting this estate from my husband Devon when I’d murdered him, I had filled it with exclusively Nihonese furnishings- low tables, rock gardens, ivory sculptures and the like. I wouldn’t settle for any of that cheap barbarian Alagaësian decor. Once I’d taken my well-deserved revenge on Devon, it had been my first order of business to send the tapestries of naked women and rusted victory trophies straight to a fiery purgatory. I’d left the meeting room purposely unfurnished- just a low table with hot tea set out by the servants, and whitewashed walls, floor, and ceilings. The bare emptiness often made my visitors uncomfortable, and they tended to make mistakes when out of their element. I seated myself on the floor at the head of the table, tucking my legs underneath me, and beckoned to Corripio and Redfern to do the same. Once they’d awkwardly copied me, I spoke.

“My father shall be meeting us here,” I stated primly. “In the meantime… why do not the two of you tell me about the operations you’ve been stationed inside?”

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Muse;; Great!
Thoughts;; I actually really love this post. ^^

[Talon]

Pravus was hoping that this Arwen girl would decide to run off and do her own thing. Her presence was…how should he put it? Suffocating? Yes that description might work. He could feel his blood turn hot with anger as she tried to insult the Lady Kuran. Pravus did not care for nobility, but he was irked when people forgot their place. He would have smacked her again, but that would simply make more problems at the moment. That and the lovely Renn was incredibly practiced at dealing with situations like these. She kept her emotions and check and very easily diffused the situation, while still adding insult to the half-elf. Pravus had to check himself and make sure he wasn’t grinning. He would try to smack Arwen for the insult later. Such ignorance deserved punishment. It was funny, because as rumored…the Lady Kuran kept speaking strangely. Her heavy accent disguised it somewhat, but she was mixing the words and speaking in a strange tense. The fact that she could still remain so composed and be successful in court with a tongue like that was an accomplish in itself.

Then he began to wonder what display his soldiers had made of themselves. She was complimenting him on his manners…Pravus expected such little things to be common among the troops. If they were making fools of themselves in front of nobles they would pay for it. Let them have fun in bars, as long as they remembered to pick up the tab, but do never act like a monkey in front of those you serve. The soldier was glad that the Lady turned her back then, because his eyes were gaining a familiar glint of frustration and anger. Day in and day out he worked those soldiers, trying to make them the respectful sort. Now he could see it, you simply couldn’t beat the cow shit from the farms out of their veins. A farmer’s son will grow into a farmer and he’ll do what he wants in front of nobility. Holding back a sigh Pravus kept his composure before the Lady. This new comment of hers only added more to his plate. Now he would have to inspect his entire squadron. Let them know what was expected, and then he would have to find someone that had screwed up…and make an example. They were to have manners, perhaps he had been making them exercise too much…not enough training when it came to how they should behave. Of course Pravus never thought that would even be necessary, he grew up in a home that exacted punishment for rudeness. Obviously the farm brats had not.

So the knight walked in silence as he followed Renn Kuran. His mind filled with the many things that would have to be done with his troops and then he began to wonder what further job was planned for him by Kuran’s father. Another duty might just overload him…perhaps he should call on one of the younger knights. He knew of one, a previous squire of his, which might have the spine to help train the troops. Just a matter of contacting him now. All knights and high-ranking soldiers were very busy at this time, but Pravus knew the young man wouldn’t be as overwhelmed, he simply hoped the young knight wasn’t off on some errand. The walk went much faster with all these worries dancing around his head, and before he knew it they were standing in front of the Lady’s quarters. She quietly took her leave and Pravus gave a very slight nod. Straightening up a room for company was common for these nobles. The knight had to entertain at times, but he never had a problem with getting the room in order for guests. He already lived in a sparse and very clean room. After all, he was a soldier, a knight, and filth would not be tolerated. These nobles though…they lived in extravagance and he imagined their parties might get out of hand. Still, he could not see Kuran getting drunk like many of the others. As a matter of fact he believed that right now her living area was incredibly clean. Perhaps she just needed to set a few things up or make room? What did it matter, he had waited for a noble longer than this. Before he knew it the lady had returned and beckoned them inside. Pravus immediately became self-conscious of his mud caked boots and smell. After all, he had not been able to clean up after the workout this morning. He might keep his uniform looking sharp, but there was filth that could not be avoided and it stuck to him now. Normally when it came to nobles he did not mind offending them, but Pravus found that he could respect Lady Kuran and her father. He did not wish to look like a slob in front of them.

There was nothing he could do about it, so keeping his face stoic and calm like any good soldier he entered the extravagant room. Strange decorations caught his eyes and he could not help but look at them curiously. These were not items that Alagaesians would keep. The strange rock gardens and some white substance that made up sculptures were like nothing he had ever seen. And what was with the tables? There was no way you could put a chair by any of them…did the land were the lady came from just sit on the floor? Why would someone be so inclined to eat and meet like that…ah well it was not for him to question. Then he noticed that he was staring at the décor, something a good soldier would not do, so he went back to looking forward. Now as not the time to admire these foreign sculptures. However, he could feel his heart sink as Renn finally brought them to the meeting room. Compared to the rest of the estate this area was incredibly sparse. White walls and one of those low tables with tea set out. Pravus would prefer to stand...but then the Lady Kuran sat down in a strange fashion and motioned him to do the same.

Oh bother this might be difficult. Pravus did his best to copy her style, but truth be told his muscles were tired from the exercise this morning. He made sure to give a hundred percent every time he worked, so his legs complained as he slowly lowered himself to the ground. Then with further difficulty he was able to work his large legs underneath his body. It felt very strange sitting in that fashion, and he felt like he was towering over the small table. It seemed to fit the Lady pretty well, but Pravus’ legs were built for holding immense weight. The muscles on his thighs and calves were not so small, and this position he was forced to sit in now was not one they were accustomed to. But Pravus was a soldier, a knight, and a proud captain in the Imperial army. Though he felt awkward and somewhat pained his face registered none of it. The shock came from the Lady’s comment.

Eyes going wide Pravus quickly went through his mind, trying desperately to remember if he had seen Renn Kuran at the secret meeting. Perhaps…no he couldn't remember...too many people had been there, he just couldn't know for sure. As far as Pravus knew she was trying to root out some rumor heard in court...Galbatorix could have received word of the event and was trying to stop the operations. Well, that could be the case. He simply couldn't know for sure. So he would keep all information light, he would not speak of the coalition or the filthy missions he had to take part in. She had never specified what she was talking about, so he could do with it what he wanted.

“Operations? Well lately Galbatorix has me training the new recruits for the new offense against the Varden. Beyond that I have heard whispers of a rebellion needing some taking care of at the edge of the Empire.”

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[ARWEN REDFERN]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Arwen glared hard at the woman. She knew that woman wasn’t really apologizing. Arwen hated nobles. Expecially people like her. This woman reminded her of Kyou, another assassin. She hated them all. With a scowl on her face, she was able to manage out, Of course. Lady Renn. I know you. A look of annoyance crossed her face. Alright, so she was just slightly surprised when she heard her name from the woman’s voice. Her blue eyes went slightly wide, but she didn’t say anything at the fact that the funny looking woman knew her. Soon after those words where Arwen had become surprised, she was filled with anger again. How dare that woman insult her like that? She remained silent. This woman was close to the king as she was but perhaps this Renn woman was more in favour. Best if she didn’t say much. So exactly why did Arwen chose to follow her? Was there any reason she really needed to tell anyone? Rolling her blue eyes, she heaved a sigh. Well, there was nothing else to do anyways. Why not?

Going through the long corridors and following Pravus, the man that she was glaring at, she stood infront of a large door. Blinking at it, she was told to wait. The bastard beside her deserved a smack. Sure, he was way older and taller than she was but he was probably laughing when the woman insulted her. Gritting her teeth together, she managed to ask quietly,

So she’s a noble, huh. What is she known for? she wasn’t quite talking to anyone in particular but it would really be great if Pravus told her. She doubted that he would even bother talking to her. Arwen bit the inside of her cheek, wondering if she should just leave. I mean, what’s the point if I stay here? I’ll just get bullied anyways. Screw this. I’m leaving.. Her mind thought and she was just about to walk away before the doors opened and they were ushered in. As soon as they stepped in, Arwen’s cool curious nature rose slightly. The room was amazing. Her eyes roamed everywhere, blinking in amazement. Never had she seen a room like this. Everything was so different and it looked almost…beautiful. Like another world she had never seen. Arwen loved to travel and Arwen loved learning about new things. This room was something she wanted to learn about. As she was brought to a low table, she sat the way she was Renn sit. Unable to control herself, she burst out.

Where did you get all of these things? They’re so pretty! Her eyes were bright and the sea blue eyes looked at Renn with a new look of amazement. Alright, so forget the mean woman. Think about what sort of things were in the room now! With her back straight, she listened to the woman’s question. She stiffened. How did she know? Perhaps she had been there? Arwen’s defensive mode was on now and when she heard Pravus tell her where he had been stationed, she whipped around and looked at him with confusion. Wait, wasn’t this man loyal to the empire or something? Her blue eyes mixed with confusion and annoyance, she then faced Renn and asked stiffly,

Excuse me? Stationed? What do you mean by that? Her sea blue eyes hardened slightly. Arwen was nervous now. Sure, she exactly knew what this woman was asking about but she wasn’t going to give up the information up this time. Not this time. She wasn’t going to betray anyone this time. Not like that time where she had been so scared she had sold Eragon out. No. This time was different. She wasn’t going down without a fight. Her hands turned into fists under the table, and she had to grip the cushion under her to keep herself steady.

Are you part of this sort of… operation too? I don’t quite remember the king asking us to go to any sort of operations. I’m sure Pravus has some sort of reason why he’s going but why would you really care? Her voice turned cool and daring almost. Arwen had no idea what she was going at. Whatever Pravus had admitted to, she wasn’t going to admit it so easily. Was she challenging this woman? Maybe. Arwen wasn’t shaking with fright, but she didn’t want her cover blown so easily.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • dunno
T A G G E D • TALON
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • arwen's a rebel.