Prince Raphael Jefferson
Raphael was concerned, not only for his own future and the state of their Kingdom which encouraged deception to flow through its veins, but mostly concerned for the human girls that now dwelt in Purgatory. His brother and his cousins all were competing to get their hands on the throne when they were all so incompetant. Did they not realise the huge task that would entail, for ruling a Kingdom did have its disadvantages as well as its advantages, for Raphael himself has had a taster as he aided his father. It was through the love of his mother with the King of the Shadowlands that brought Angels and Demons together, but now without his mother, it seemed that all she had done was falling apart, much like Raphael's case. There was no reason at all as to how the court could not pick between himself and his brother when he was the eldest and took his duties seriously unlike his brother and his cousins.
He couldn't help but sigh. He had no aspirations to become King as he grew up, but he understood his responsibilities and separated himself from his life of freedom to one of servitude, for it was the royals that lived to serve their people, or at least that was Raphael's viewpoint. Nevertheless, despite his opposition, there was little he could do to end the competition if it had his father and his advisors' backing, so if Raphael succeeded as he should, then clearly changes would need to be made. For now, he would have no choice but to go through it, while his mind thought about his brothers and his cousins and what they were doing, to get close to such vulnerable girls so that they fall in love in order to become King and then the girl would no longer be on their priority list.
As Raphael stood by the door, a guard informed him of how she had been screaming to get out before Raphael knocked again and heard a voice at the other side, "What do you want?". Having been recognised, Raphael opened the door slowly, only to close it once again for it to act as a shield as the girl threw an ornament towards him. Raphael could understand what she was going through, sadly she did not know even half of it, that this whole process was torturing him, which made him wonder what Alaire thought with him being an angel too, or was it merely him with his convictions that was driving him in such a way.
Wishing to help her calm down, he entered the room and closed the door behind him and began to walk twards her as he saw her slide between the bed and the wall, as she told him, "Stay where you are" as Raphael obeyed. "Who are you? What do you want with me?", she asked before he heard her yelp when she dropped something heavy, no doubt something else to throw at him as she attempted to pick it up again. Having been told to stay, Raphael held out his right hand towards her and lowered his head as a sign of humilty as he spoke, "I understand how you feel, but you are in no danger here and I shall not harm you", which was the least that his 'competitors' would do if they lost and no longer wanted their 'assigned girl'. Such still sickened him.
Nevertheless, Izumi was a guest in Purgatory and will be treated as such. He may be a Prince and be the one usually to give orders, but he had no problems taking orders, which is why he remained in his position and not took another step. "I understand how you must feel right now, that I do not even have the words to accurately express my feelings towards your predicament. I do not know if you have been told anything by anyone, as surely all this is overwhelming to you as such is the way I would feel if I was in your place and afraid of what was to come, but I assure you that you need not fear and need not harm yourself...", as his eyes glanced to the heavy object, concerned that she may do herself injury.
Having made his concern clear, his right arm folded in so that it was across his chest as he offered a bow to introduce himself, "My name is Raphael", before straightening his back and casting his eyes back to Izumi, "No doubt you have questions and I shall do my best to answer them, for I am here to accomodate you, so if there is something you need, please do not hesitate to let me know. You are our guest here", wishing to help her feel better, but at the same time, he did not wish to overwhelm her at once. It was one thing to be in a strange place and have a strange guy before you, but even more so to learn that he is a Prince, hence why he refrained from mentioning too much.
He couldn't help but sigh. He had no aspirations to become King as he grew up, but he understood his responsibilities and separated himself from his life of freedom to one of servitude, for it was the royals that lived to serve their people, or at least that was Raphael's viewpoint. Nevertheless, despite his opposition, there was little he could do to end the competition if it had his father and his advisors' backing, so if Raphael succeeded as he should, then clearly changes would need to be made. For now, he would have no choice but to go through it, while his mind thought about his brothers and his cousins and what they were doing, to get close to such vulnerable girls so that they fall in love in order to become King and then the girl would no longer be on their priority list.
As Raphael stood by the door, a guard informed him of how she had been screaming to get out before Raphael knocked again and heard a voice at the other side, "What do you want?". Having been recognised, Raphael opened the door slowly, only to close it once again for it to act as a shield as the girl threw an ornament towards him. Raphael could understand what she was going through, sadly she did not know even half of it, that this whole process was torturing him, which made him wonder what Alaire thought with him being an angel too, or was it merely him with his convictions that was driving him in such a way.
Wishing to help her calm down, he entered the room and closed the door behind him and began to walk twards her as he saw her slide between the bed and the wall, as she told him, "Stay where you are" as Raphael obeyed. "Who are you? What do you want with me?", she asked before he heard her yelp when she dropped something heavy, no doubt something else to throw at him as she attempted to pick it up again. Having been told to stay, Raphael held out his right hand towards her and lowered his head as a sign of humilty as he spoke, "I understand how you feel, but you are in no danger here and I shall not harm you", which was the least that his 'competitors' would do if they lost and no longer wanted their 'assigned girl'. Such still sickened him.
Nevertheless, Izumi was a guest in Purgatory and will be treated as such. He may be a Prince and be the one usually to give orders, but he had no problems taking orders, which is why he remained in his position and not took another step. "I understand how you must feel right now, that I do not even have the words to accurately express my feelings towards your predicament. I do not know if you have been told anything by anyone, as surely all this is overwhelming to you as such is the way I would feel if I was in your place and afraid of what was to come, but I assure you that you need not fear and need not harm yourself...", as his eyes glanced to the heavy object, concerned that she may do herself injury.
Having made his concern clear, his right arm folded in so that it was across his chest as he offered a bow to introduce himself, "My name is Raphael", before straightening his back and casting his eyes back to Izumi, "No doubt you have questions and I shall do my best to answer them, for I am here to accomodate you, so if there is something you need, please do not hesitate to let me know. You are our guest here", wishing to help her feel better, but at the same time, he did not wish to overwhelm her at once. It was one thing to be in a strange place and have a strange guy before you, but even more so to learn that he is a Prince, hence why he refrained from mentioning too much.
Kimberley Lane
It was all too overwhelming and all too strange as Kimberley tried to make sense of it. Portals that had essentially kidnapped six young girls, who now found themselves in a life of luxury and each having a Prince to attend them. It made no sense unless the whole thing was a setup which is what Kimberley was thinking, how they convienantly all girls with all princes at their beck and call. Living the dream was always a dream that was clouded over by reality, but here it seemed everything was in a whole new plain, a whole new reality, yet the constant has always been that things should not be taken for granted, that there is always a price. What was the price for all this royal treatment?
It was her hope that with Dax's open brutal honest that he'd just come out and prove her right, though such a truth was not one she liked but Kimberley valued honesty and truth all the same, which is why she is open with how she feels. If it is not by her words that she acts, it would of course be her actions, wasting no time in her decision making as she evaluated the pro's and con's. So far this place offered a rather different lifestyle to the one she was used to and she was away from those who do her harm, but the con's was that she hardly knew anyone here, nor to what their motivations were, which is where the phrase 'better the enemy you know' comes in. Home was certainly on her mind, but she knew she could do nothing about it right now.
"I'm only here 'cause I have nothing better to do. I may be a prince, But I'm not allowed any of the princely duties usually assigned nor am I pampered", before he adjusted a tiara that was sinking in his hair before adding, "And plus. Mink likes you". Kimberley sighed. She had asked Dax if the other girls had a charge too but there was no response so she assumed that was true since he had not attempted to change her mind with a response. What she also recieved a non-response to was about them going back, which suggested and conveyed the idea that going back was either not allowed, impossible or a challenge. All he decided to tell her was how he don't have any other duties as he's not allowed and how he has not been pampered which suggests a independant self-sufficient life which explains alot.
Kimberely couldn't really blame Dax, but how having him to attend her was going to make her feel any better about the situation was beyond ridiculous. Why his hair was even more bushy with a higher maintenance than her own. "And I like Minx too", as she decided to put her worries aside and picked him up gently as she would to a cat back in the 'real world', as she used her right hand to pull her hair over her left shoulder so that as she leaned her side of her face slightly on him to give him a hug, no hair would get in the way, other than Minx's own of course.
"If only I could kiss you and turn you into a handsome prince like in the fairytales Minx, you'd be more of a Prince than Dax here", before pulling away slightly to look at Dax, "Where I come from, if you are a Prince, you have a duty in one form or another, so I don't believe you haven't got any unless you refrain from doing such or you simply can't do it, but I guess it hardly matters now even if you did, seeing as we've all been taken against our will and that we're stuck here, yet somehow you make it sound like it's all easy when it's not after leaving everything and everyone we know behind".
It was her hope that with Dax's open brutal honest that he'd just come out and prove her right, though such a truth was not one she liked but Kimberley valued honesty and truth all the same, which is why she is open with how she feels. If it is not by her words that she acts, it would of course be her actions, wasting no time in her decision making as she evaluated the pro's and con's. So far this place offered a rather different lifestyle to the one she was used to and she was away from those who do her harm, but the con's was that she hardly knew anyone here, nor to what their motivations were, which is where the phrase 'better the enemy you know' comes in. Home was certainly on her mind, but she knew she could do nothing about it right now.
"I'm only here 'cause I have nothing better to do. I may be a prince, But I'm not allowed any of the princely duties usually assigned nor am I pampered", before he adjusted a tiara that was sinking in his hair before adding, "And plus. Mink likes you". Kimberley sighed. She had asked Dax if the other girls had a charge too but there was no response so she assumed that was true since he had not attempted to change her mind with a response. What she also recieved a non-response to was about them going back, which suggested and conveyed the idea that going back was either not allowed, impossible or a challenge. All he decided to tell her was how he don't have any other duties as he's not allowed and how he has not been pampered which suggests a independant self-sufficient life which explains alot.
Kimberely couldn't really blame Dax, but how having him to attend her was going to make her feel any better about the situation was beyond ridiculous. Why his hair was even more bushy with a higher maintenance than her own. "And I like Minx too", as she decided to put her worries aside and picked him up gently as she would to a cat back in the 'real world', as she used her right hand to pull her hair over her left shoulder so that as she leaned her side of her face slightly on him to give him a hug, no hair would get in the way, other than Minx's own of course.
"If only I could kiss you and turn you into a handsome prince like in the fairytales Minx, you'd be more of a Prince than Dax here", before pulling away slightly to look at Dax, "Where I come from, if you are a Prince, you have a duty in one form or another, so I don't believe you haven't got any unless you refrain from doing such or you simply can't do it, but I guess it hardly matters now even if you did, seeing as we've all been taken against our will and that we're stuck here, yet somehow you make it sound like it's all easy when it's not after leaving everything and everyone we know behind".