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Lucretia Narrow

"My loyalty belongs solely to my Lord. Anyone else might as well be an insect buzzing in my ear."

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a character in “Caelum Fatales”, as played by Starlight Keeper

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"Will you be needing my assistance?"


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.:Full Name:.
Lucretia Narrow
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.:Nicknames and Aliases:.
Lucy~Luce

.:Blessed or Ordinary:.
Blessed

.:Role:.
Blessed Child 1
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.:Gender:.
Female
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.:Age:.
18
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.:Sexual Orientation:.
Pansexual



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.:Blood Magic:.
Lucretia has been noted to have a very powerful form of Magic. She is able to control blood, solidify it and shape it to her own ideals. On top of that, she can control the blood within another person in an almost puppet-like way, although their movements are jerky and obviously not their own. In addition, Lucretia can also consume someone else's blood to strengthen herself and heal her own minor injuries or stop someone else's bloodflow, effectively killing them.


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.:Hair Color:.
Violet
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.:Eye Color:.
Violet
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.:Height:.
5'5"
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.:Weight:.
120lbs

.:Tattoos:.
She has a tattoo of her Master's name on her left arm as a symbol of her servitude.
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.:Piercings:.
N/A
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.:Scars:.
A few from a couple of fights.
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.:Oddities:.
Her eyes change color when she uses her Magic, a rare trait for the Blessed Children.



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.:Personality:.
{Polite, Quiet, Loyal, Unpredictable}
Dear, quiet, reserved Lucretia. Nothing to hide. Nothing angers her. Nothing ever breaks her. Lucretia, the perfectly peculiar one. At least, that's what most people would think when you mention the name Lucretia Narrow. There is some truth to the words. Lucretia is a calm and quiet person. She is known to be very polite and at times, unusually formal, referring to most people as Miss or Sir. To be honest, Lucretia is nothing to gawk or gaze at when set in a normal environment. She reached the point of being so unusually normal that it sometimes seems to good to be true. However, very few people notice the blank look in her eyes when she speaks to them or the furrow of her eyebrows when she smiles.

In truth, Lucretia is a fairly unpredictable person that is barely in control of herself. She is known to abruptly leave {with a short apology, of course} and at times, disappear for hours. When her Master is questioned about it, he usually won't respond. Consequently, Lucretia is loyal to one person and one person only: Bellay Noihaus, her long-time Master. She is the only person she looks at with more than a blank stare and she is the only person she will actually follow the orders of, even if it means risking her life. She is comfortable around him and loves him dearly, although her actual feelings towards him are a bit muddled for her.

On the battlefield, Lucretia is eerily calm and ruthless. She will kill others without a second thought, especially if Bellamy tells her to. Some of her methods can be considered inhumane, but she will use them if the need arises and she will complete her task efficiently. This also translates into almost any other work. She will not question a task given to her and will do it to the best of her abilities. In this way, she is both a good friend and a good comrade.

Hobbies:
Reading: Despite being self-taught, Lucretia is an avid reader and she will read virtually anything she can get her hands on.

Cooking/Baking: Although she isn't the best cook in the world, Lucretia is madly in love with cooking and baking. She especially loves to bake sweets when she has the opportunity.

Sewing: Simple, but useful. After all, there were more than a few times Lucretia had to patch up her Master's clothing.
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Habits:
Biting her lip~Running her fingers through her hair~Chewing her nails~Reaching for Bellamy
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Likes/Loves:
Bellamy~Purple~The Sky~Animals~Butterflies~The Stars~Music~Sweets~Cooking~Books~Daydreams~Fruit

.:Dislikes/Hates:.
Her Parents~Bitter Food~Alcohol~Dark Nights~Crying~Her Magic~War

.:Strengths:.
Her Magic: Lucretia is very good at controlling and manipulating blood to fit her own needs. However, she prefers to use her own blood to create weapons.
Basic Medical Knowledge: Although not extensive, Lucretia is able to do basic first aid.
Blades: Aside from using her Magic, which can take a lot of physical exertion, Lucretia can wield various blades with accuracy, usually daggers and small knives.
Multi-Tasking: Lucretia can multi-task with ease, doing several things at once without messing one of her other tasks up.

.:Weaknesses:.
Bellamy: Lucretia's loyalty is first and foremost to her Master. She will risk her own life to protect him and follow his instruction without fail. She will also risk her own happiness to make him happy.
Control: Lucretia does not have as much control over her Magic as some may think. Her thirst for blood may accidentally come out and she is unable to stop it.
Physical Contact: Lucretia tends to flinch away from any kind of physical contact.
Swimming: Lucretia is unable to swim. Because of this, she is afraid of large bodies of water.



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.:History:.
Lucretia was born to an average family with average parents. She barely remembers the majority of her past, but she does know that she had several older siblings. She knew from a young age that she was different, so she never mentioned the Light Spirits to either of her parents. However, when Lucretia was nearing the age of seven, she was attacked by a drugged man. In a flash of fear, she stopped his heart. Terrified, she ran home, hoping that her mother or father might help her. Instead, to her utter horror, they gave her up to the guards that came for her. She later learned that they received a hefty sum for their cooperation. Thus, her seed of hatred grew in her heart for them.

For a long time, she was kept in a prison with other Blessed Children with nowhere to go. She practiced her Magic there until she became especially skilled at using it. She was ten, she was sent to live with the Noihaus family. They were kinder to her than anyone had ever been and she became immensely grateful to them and their son. When Bellamy was picked for the draft, Lucretia went with him without a second though. She has remained loyal to him and refuses to leave his side when she can.



.:Face Claim:.
Touka Kirishima
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So begins...

Lucretia Narrow's Story

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Errond Station|Drafting Selection|8:43 AM
The air was stifling and uncomfortably warm. The scent of sweat and general odors hung in the air like a cloud, choking Lucretia's other senses. She pulled her collar over her nose, breathing in her own scent of flour and strawberries, mixed with that undeniable twinge of iron that came with blood. It comforted her, if only a little bit.

Lucretia dropped the fabric, but her smell lingered in her nose. A man bumped into her and she shifted uncomfortably. There were too many people jammed into the small station, each hand clinging to a ticket and another piece of paper with the word SUMMONS printed in large red letters. Soldiers would have been more fitting... she thought absently as she tucked back a piece of her short violet hair. In the dark light of the underground station, it looked black and almost shadow like. "Western Combat Unit Six." Lucretia's ears perked up and she turned towards the burly man that had said the number. "Car 14."

He began rattling off names, but Lucretia already knew what Unit she was in and now, she knew where she was supposed to go. She turned to the taller boy next to her. Only a year older in age. "My Lord, I believe that is us," she said in a curt and quiet tone. The announcer had already moved on to the next Combat unit and she could see a few people filtering towards Car 14. If they missed their train, they would be put on the front lines without training. Thus was the law of Tilt. "Shall we go?" she offered him a small, but tentative smile. To most, it would be considered "polite".

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Bellamy glanced about the station he was in. The smell alone was positively revolting. Too many unwashed bodies pressed together in a small area, well anyone would be able to divine that. Bell looked over to his shorter companion, his right-hand, Lucretia. She was also suffering from the stench. The mention of WCU6 drew Bell's attention right away, even before Lucretia mentioned it.

"Let's go." Bell stated as he took Lucretia's hand in his and made his way towards Car 14. As he walked, dragging her with him, Bellamy's mind wandered off. He felt a pain in his eye bringing him back, his free hand instinctively went up to cover it. His grip tightened on Lucretia. It didn't matter how much this "gift" of his hurt, it only drove him further towards his goals.

Once they arrived at Car 14 Bellamy helped Lucretia inside and sat beside her, making sure she was near him at all times. He felt assured whenever she was beside him. A calm presence letting him know he was supported. Her hand still in his, Bell looked over to her, observing her with judging eyes. No matter how many times he observed her, it always bore the same results. She was totally content and devoted. Nodding to himself Bell spoke.

"Well Lucy, what do you expect to find upon arrival? More incompetence? Or perhaps something of interest for once in a great while?" Bellamy chuckled a bit, he always liked hearing her opinions, she was the only person besides himself that he listened to. After all, on his chess-board she was the Queen to his King. His loyal servant, friend, and executioner. Out of all the people in his life, Lucretia was the only one he could ever truly trust. Making her his strength, but also his Achilles heel. If anything were to happen to Lucretia, Bellamy knew he would lose himself. It was as if at times she was the only thing holding him together. The small violet haired girl had a special place within him, and he hated to admit it but he truly cared for her.

The throbbing in his eye became more intense. "My curse is acting up. . .We must be getting close to something great. Don't you think Lucy?" Bellamy asked looking to her, his cursed eye flickering red. Only Lucretia knew about his curse, only she knew of the burden he carried.

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The station was just about as unglamorous as they came, royalty and commoner treated the same. Loathe as she was to admit it, Mei had gotten used to life behind the high walls. She forgot that a good portion of the population didn't have access to proper amenities, and a large number of them were within the confines with her. She kept a hand on her charge's back, body blocking for her as the brunette paved a way for them both. Now where were they supposed to go?

"Hold our papers for a bit, Miss Athena, since I'll be handling our things." Since this was a summon to war, they were only asked to bring basic items hence the manageable amount of baggage. A bag hung over her shoulder, another on the hand that was near Athena. When she heard someone call out the details of their unit, Mei immediately started herding the much younger girl towards the correct car. She heard both their names, almost calling out an instinctive "here!" before realizing they didn't care either way. If you didn't make the train, you'd still get sent to war. Might as well get some survival tips if the result was still going to be the same.

The brunette made sure Athena was properly seated before she figured out anything else, finding an empty booth. "Save the seat beside you for me, alright?" She gave the girl a pat on the head, then grabbed their luggage off the seat. She could hear others settling down, conversing amongst themselves. No one she recognized. Unfortunate, but expected. Athena wasn't very social to begin with, so Mei's own social circle never expanded beyond the estate walls. When she'd managed to stow both their bags, she returned to Athena, taking the seat beside her.

"Do you recognize anyone, Miss? I'm afraid everyone's a stranger so far." Mei fixed the bun in her hair, the style coming loose during the crowd on the station. She used a short strip of ribbon to keep it in place, using her power briefly to create a tight knot. Not that anyone would see; her hand was blocking the view and to others it would simply appear that the brunette used her hands to tie her hair. If one decided to take extreme notice, they'd realize she had a large number of ribbons on her person. One in her hair, another bound around her hands, and then another acting as a belt around her waist. Even the laces around her shoes, if one counted those. It's unlikely Mei will ever use those though. She's not that desperate. "I could hold the seats across us if there's anyone you know."

"In any case, we'll have to share with at least two other people." She briefly peered out to the walkway, where she saw others still climbing in from the entrance. "Let's try not to make enemies of anyone on the way to there, alright?" The statement sounded rather cheeky, but considering how Athena acted sometimes... not exaggerated. And Mei really did want some peace before she got forced into fighting. "While there will be some people in WCU6 we won't agree with, it won't do us any good to start fighting before we even get off the train."


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The life of a double agent isn't for the faint of heart. You have to both keep people at arms length, not allow yourself to get attached, all while making it seem you're not. The odd man out is always the first to be looked at if it's learned there's a spy. So you have to make friends. After all, who would accuse their best friend of treason? But then, unless you're a complete, and utter sociopath, you'd find yourself getting attached to certain people. That's the real trick. Having to betray your friends. People who've place their lives, and trust in your hands, and people you've done the same for. That's when you hav to remember what you fight for. For Alastor, it's his family, his freedom, and his country.

The hustle, and bustle of the station was rather unnerving for Alastor as he walked through the crowd a little ahead of his mistress. He's already nervous as it is with being soon forced on the frontlines, but he also has to figure out a way to safely relay messages to the rebels, and worry about protecting his mistress Sylvia, whose combat experience is little more than a fluffy white bunny. He didn't understand why these young lords and ladies were being drafted. They were born with silver spoons in their mouths, they aren't warriors. Just glorified rich kids that know nothing of true struggle.

The smell of the station was rather strong, but Alastor didn't mind it, and barely noticed it. He was after all raised on farm, this is rather tamed compared to home. In fact he rather enjoyed the smell of sweat like this. As it smells like honest hard work, it's something he's missed. It may seem a tad strange, but he rather dislikes the smell of the castles. Always smelling so good, and so fake. But this was real. He wondered how Sylvia was handing all this. If anyone knows what it's like be uprooted from your home, and forced to do something you don't want to do, it's Alastor.

He stopped in his tracks, and turned to his mistress. "Are you ok Mistress?" Al asked with genuine concern, as his eyes darting around the station, as if expecting trouble, which he always does. He hated having to address someone so properly, though he supposes that he could do worse than having to serve Sylvia. He could have been assigned to one of her bastard of a brother. Al clinched his scarf, and began lightly rubbing it.

When Al heard the announcement for the WCU6 from the burly man he instantly turned towards the direction of the man. His eyes narrowed on the man. "This way, apparently, Mistress." He stated as he lead the way towards the car. Al cleared the path through the crowd for Sylvia by pushing people, rather rudely, out of the way. Once they reached the car Al helped Sylvia in before he got in. Inside two were already waiting. From their looks they were Bellamy, and his slave Lucretia. Al's eyes narrowed at Bellamy, with a look of equal disgust, and contempt. He quickly stopped as soon as he realized it. He turned his attention towards his slave, and looked her up and down.

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Caterina pushed her way through the throngs of people ambling about the train station. She'd be given the wrong directions twice now, and she still hadn't found the train she was supposed to get on. Some of the draftees around her were complaining about the smell, but Caterina rolled her eyes at this; the prisons and hovels she'd visited to carry out the King's Justice had made the station seem like a breath of fresh air.

After several minutes of struggling through the crowd, Caterina considered pulling down her hood to bank on the fact she was the Headman's Pride to part the sea of people. Then again, it was doubtful that all of these peasants would know what the Headman's Pride looked like. More likely than not, the peasants only knew of the Headman's Pride as a name to scare children. She sighed with this realization; it would be nice if she was more well known as the one who carried out justice and upheld the laws of the land.

As she continued through the station, Caterina thought back to the events that brought her here. Shortly after the death of the late King, the Lords of Tilt began squabbling over who would now rule the Kingdom. She had never particularly cared about supporting any one claimant, but she'd removed those she deemed unworthy to succeed the King. In the end, her pruning had drawn the ire of many lords , and enough of them had banded together to kill her along with many of the former advisers of the King. Only the intervention of powerful lords who either wanted to protect her for a variety of reasons, or have leverage in the future, managed to nail out a compromise to have Caterina go rebel hunting and likely die in the process. Now, the corruption of the Kingdom would have to be dealt by others who still believed in justice and the Royal Family.

Now, thanks to both her previous occupation and her "friends" in the capital, Caterina was the leader of one of the new units drafted up for war. She'd received the dossiers and photographs of the a few nights ago to peruse at her leisure. This motley collection of lords, peasants, and the oh so blessed children were supposed to be here by now, but then again it was a very crowded station. It took her a while to finally reach the train, but she was inwardly relieved to see that some of the members of her unit were starting to arrive. If there were no shows, Western Combat Unit 6 would be under strength and unable to carry out any orders. After getting on the train, she attempted to find the cart or carts that were supposed to hold her unit.

" Cart 14..." she breathed as she looked into each one, looking for just about anyone from her unit. It occurred to her that perhaps she didn't want to sit next to some of them based off of what she had read in the dossier's she'd been given. Shuffling through the stack of papers as she walked, Caterina decided to find the daughter of Lord Fausta; he'd been one of the lords kind of enough to help her get far away from the mess of politics in the capital, so his daughter couldn't be all that bad.

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Out of everything in her life, Fable never expected to be forced into this... stupidity. What a plot twist. In this war, Nova wished nothing more than to dissolve into thin air, and there was no amount of Archer's 'comfort' that could aid such a desperate wish. Her mother and master were now her enemies, and her father? Well... That was a relatively difficult topic. Obviously, it was in favor of the late king, much like---

"--y! Hey!" Archer's voice boomed next to Fable's ear, waiting outside the door of the empty blacksmith house. There wouldn't be anyone inside it for quite awhile besides the neighbor. Her eyes grew cold as she glanced back to it, simply snapping her head back to Archer as they began to walk to Errond Station. "You know, you're going to be fine, Fay..."

What a bunch of--

"Sighh. I know, Archer. You can stop babying me." Sword secured around her body, her pace had picked up as she refused to leave it behind. The white haired adult could only laugh and sprout some nonsense about her dearest possession-- she wasn't exactly the happiest camper.

It sounded like she had made it just in time, as the moment she stepped inside the station, "Western Combat Unit Six, Car 14." rang out. Waving a good bye to her friend shyly, almost, Fable jogged to that of the car, watching as a group of nobles had already entered it. Ahh...

Forcing that of a small smile, the woman took the farthest seat away, her sword right next to her as she pulled it off her back.

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Amidst the chaos that was the train station, an air of nervousness and sweat was almost asphyxiating to the little noble named Sylvaria. Of course she was anxious, as to the fact that both she and Alastor are going into combat, though she was calm since she'd hopefully be away from her brothers and instead with Alastor, her servant. Yet there was another problem which Sylvia put to the back of her mind, only to let it nag at her is how she had the combat abilities of a fluffy bunny, a white fluffy bunny that cannot do any harm to people, but she had one thing setting her aside from other nobles and even blessed children, she could be a medic to those whom would need it.

Though something had drawn her from her thoughts, Alastor had turned and asked her a question,

"Are you ok Mistress?" his voice cut through the mayhem that was caused by the other nobles, she wasn't fond of them, though brushed the thought aside, and replied with her usual kind tone,

"Yes, Alastor. Thank you for asking." she smiled, it wasn't like smiling was rare for her, but her smile was because of her interaction with Alastor. Though her mind had blanked as she heard her name announced, and then heard the unit she was in, "Western Combat Unit 6" was it's name, and she only had one true thought, I-I'm actually going into combat? It wasn't like she was a coward, but more scared of the fact, it caused the anxiety to well up in her chest and almost choked her as it welled in her throat, she followed Alastor as he said something, though she didn't quite hear him.

Soon she and Alastor reached the train they were to get on, she thanked him as she got on, and looked at the others, some whom she recognized, One being Bellamy and his servant Lucretia, another whom Sylvia knew as Athena and her servant, whom was unnamed to Sylvia, though there were others, two whom she didn't know of, though with a gentle smile, she bowed a bit and spoke to those in the car with her, since she doubted that she was well known, even if she was the second daughter of a Duke, "Hello, I'm Sylvaria Matthas. You can just call me Sylvia, and this is Alastor, my..." even so much as saying the word "Servant" was difficult for her, since it suggested that he was under her. Though she continued none the less; "My servant. It's a pleasure to meet you all" she had taken a breath knowing the word had tasted like vinegar, though it was the best word for the time in sylvia's mind.

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Lucretia tightened her grip on Bellamy's hand at the mention of his curse. She wished he didn't have such a burden. Then, he was only a child determined to help his mother. Now... She glanced at him. "Yes, sir. Something great is approaching. I believe it might be the opportunity we have been waiting for," she responded in the quiet polite tone she always seemed to have. She watched the other passengers shuffle in and was surprised by how small the group was. Her heart sank. An army of children. How many of them would die? Her grip on Bellamy's hand tightened more. "My Lord, you need to promise me you'll stay safe. Your plans are much too important for you to leave this world behind."

She wanted. No, she needed him to promise her. In comparison to his life, hers was useless. Nothing more than a stepping stone for the greater good of the world. She finally turned to look at him, violet eyes dancing with curiosity and hope. She didn't take her gaze off of him for a second. There was too much riding on this simple promise.

The train lurched forward with a loud and mighty growl that gave Lucretia goosebumps. She didn't like machines. They were too empty and impossible to read. Even now, she could hear the thrum of hearts beating around her, including Bellamy's. A soft, steady beat that meant he was alive and healthy. For now, he was still here.

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As people filtered into the train,Bellamy wasn't pleased with the looks of most of them. He figured at least two of them didn't much care for others at all. Granted, most people would say that about Bellamy as well, but they'd be very wrong. He did care, or at least he cared for Lucretia.

Feeling her grip tighten on his hand Bellamy looked down into her violet eyes, they were burning with something, and it made Bellamy smile a bit.

"Yes, sir. Something great is approaching. I believe it might be the opportunity we have been waiting for," With her answer to his question, Bellamy nodded thoughtfully. He knew she only wanted him to achieve his goals and for him to remain happy and healthy, if even possible.

"My Lord, you need to promise me you'll stay safe. Your plans are much too important for you to leave this world behind." As Lucretia looked at him, her eyes pleaded him to just say 'I promise' but he wasn't certain he could. Looking down, refusing to meet her expectant gaze, Bellamy spoke softly just loud enough for Lucretia to hear.

"I cannot fully promise that to you. You of all people should know that my plans won't be able to set into motion without your aid Lucy," Bellamy then looked up at her, his eyes burning with passion, his cursed eye turning bright red. "But, I do promise this. . . I will achieve my goals, and you will sit beside me as Queen. That I swear." Bellamy meant every word of that. He intended to keep Lucretia beside him for the rest of his days if she'd have him. She would be his Queen, a right-hand in all his dealings, a solid rock to support him. In turn for that, Bellamy would protect her however he could and keep her happy.

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Alastor folded his arms, and visibly became uncomfortable at the mention of him being Sylvia's servent. Sure, he is, but still even now it's a bitter pill for him to swallow. 'Why intoduce me as a servent? In makes me sound like a maid. Why not call me a bodyguard if you don't want to use the word slave?' Al thought to himself as he made sure everything that Sylvia, and he brought onboard was put away. "Call me Al if you wish. I've also been called Hellstorm as well." Alastor rather half heartedly added to Sylvia's introduction. Hellstorm was a little nickname that Al got when he was first brought in for being a Blessed Child. It was something meant to remind Alastor that he's a monster. But honestly he's taken a shine to it. He wasn't sure if any of them had heard of his nickname before or not.

Al took a seat next to a window, and watched as they pulled out of the station. Once they left Al looked up, and around at all his new 'comrades'. He knew of them all from dossier that have been provided to him by his rebel contacts. He only had the most basic of information of them. Mostly just psychological profiles, things that could provide him with a edge when deceiving them. Al then glanced over at Sylvia. He felt so guilty for deceiving her, as she's the closest thing to a friend he's had for a long time. And yet when she needed him the most he wasn't there. When she was forced into this unit he was out meeting with a contact. And by the time he found out he was too afraid to do something. He feared of what would happen to his family if tried to do anything. No, the only solution he could think of was to allow her be drafted, and protect her in battle. Not to mention the added benefit of being on the frontline for the rebels.

"Mistress...I'm sorry." Al whispered to Sylvia. "I....should have done something to protect you. I was just...afraid. Al added. "Just...stay in my sights, and I promise no harm will come to you Mistress. I will do everything in my power to make up for failing you." Al ordered with a look of determination that made every word even more sincere. While he did mean his words, the intention of them is more than just a mere apology. While he normally wouldn't speak like this to anyone 'above his station', but when it comes to Sylvia's safety he doesn't do this song and dance.

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The comotion on the train was... annoying, for lack of a better word. No one would be able to tell from the passive expression on Lucretia's face though. She had fought down her small blush and was staring down at Bellamy's hand in hers. This was a war, a fact no one really seemed to realize except for Bellamy, Lucretia, and grim-faced Miss Straetus. Yes, Lucretia knew all about the Headman's Pride and her hatred of the Fae. It was true. In society, most saw the Blessed as nothing more than vermin. That was one evil Lucretia was sure Bellamy would rid the world of.

Lucretia was silent as she listened to the mechanical hum of the train, mixing with the natural thrum of the hearts of those around her. The quickened heartbeat of a small girl barely approaching thirteen, her fear as clear as the seat across from her. A young boy, his heartbeat strong and pure, unweighed by the horror of war. Most of the hearts beat steadily, fearful yet prepared for the war to come. A sudden hunger overcame her and Lucretia blocked out the sound. She dearly hoped that the Blessed wouldn't be forced to show off their magic. It was dangerous for them.

The only beat left was Bellamy's. Bellamy, the one person in the corrupted world that she couldn't hurt for more reasons that one. Heer fingers found their way to her mouth and she knawed on the quietly. It was a terrible habit to be sure, but it calmed her in a way.

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"Allow me to pave the way. . ."



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Bellamy sat observing all those around him and Lucretia. Her heartbeat was troubled, he could feel it in her palm. Looking up intensely over to the small girl. She practically was radiating fear, terrified of what to come. Truly unprepared for war. The swordsman and his partner, probably more suited for war, yet totally unknown to them was struggle. They mucked about without a care, maybe it was all a facade, hiding their true fear. Bellamy however, unlike most, wasn't afraid. He was shaking however, with pure anticipation and excitement. Once he became king, he'd let out the order to hunt down and destroy the dark fae, then he'd free the good fae allowing them to roam freely once more.

Bellamy would also decree that the Blessed children were to be honored, honored for their service and honored as fae-blessed. The fae were Bellamy's obsession, he knew he had a problem, a problem he intended to fix. Watching the young girl who stank of fear, Bellamy's purple eyes bore into her. His voice low as he addressed her.

"Madam. . . Fausta correct? I have heard of you. Please don't fear. This war will end swiftly. Then you can return somewhat unharmed to your home." Bellamy had meant for it to calm her, he didn't want her to fly off into some sort of fear-enduced madness. Which Bellamy had seen first-hand. Although he realized she didn't have much hope in this war, he prayed her Blessed was strong enough to protect the young lady.

He also hoped the duo had enough sense to stay out of his way.

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"Yay....My savior has arrived..."

Athena mumbled nonchalantly, Her fear was still present, But the big man...Errrr, Woman has arrived, to deliver Athena from her misery of being stuck with a bunch of hotheaded idiots, Athena's fear slightly subsided at the thought of safety from the dangers of war, She turned to Caterina and promptly greeted her, "Hello Miss Straetus, There is no need for formal greetings, We are in a war, Aren't we? Athena replied. Athena knew that Caterina owed her, Athena thought a bit about some demands, She needed to make a solid, count, Doesn't she?

Mei was unexpectedly quiet, Athena expected her to say something to Caterina, because of the look of disgust that was shot at Mei by her, However she may be just as scared as Athena is, or...Was. Athena was just as scared as Mei was...But not because of the unavoidable war, But because of Mei's Silence. Was she worried about me? ,Thoughts of distraught flooded Athena's head.

Before Athena could even think of speaking, A skeletal man walked over to Athena, It was Bellamy Noihaus himself, And his servent, "Madam. . . Fausta correct? I have heard of you. Please don't fear. This war will end swiftly. Then you can return somewhat unharmed to your home.", Athena was flustered, She can't keep acting like little kid, She was THE Athena Fausta, Heir to one of the most successful and kindest lords in the the kingdom, She wouldn't be outdone by Skinny man, "Oh? Was that sarcasm in your voice? Sarcasm...is one of the things I dislike the most, Sarcasm is only used when the speaker is applying his dominance, Are you?"

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"Are you hungry?" With how close they had gotten, Mei understood that it wasn't really out of concern for her that her mistress asked the question. It was something to fill the air in an attempt to distract herself. The brunette shook her head, turning her attention to the newcomer in the train who'd taken a seat beside Athena. Apparently, the two knew each other. She remained silent, choosing not to comment on the blatantly disrespectful glance. It indicated Caterina didn't think much of her; or any of the other Blessed, if her observations proved correct. Instead, she let Athena carry on the conversation by herself. Mei wasn't all that certain Athena hadn't rubbed off on her; encouraging the tension between her and Straetus wouldn't be at all beneficial.

A man with dark brown hair and disconcerting violet eyes spoke, and Mei could only feel more drained. No one in this train had proven the friendly sort at all; just how did they expect them all to work as a cohesive unit? Especially with the ostentatious airs that some of the others put up. She kept an ear on the conversation, giving Athena a look at her response to Noihaus. Truthfully, Mei had nothing to contribute to the conversation. But she felt she needed to act before the tensions grew worse.

She lightly coughed, intending to catch the attention of those around her. It's not like she knew everyone's names anyway. "Does anyone want tea? I placed some in a jug with disposable cups, as well as biscuits for the haul ahead." A polite smile plastered itself onto her face, and while it looked a little forced, Mei simply meant to diffuse the situation.


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Lucretia watched the exchange in silence, dropping her fingernails away from her mouth. She knew that Bellamy actually did care about Miss Fausta's well-being, if only a little. It was rude of her to think otherwise. She turned her attention to the Blessed servant next to Miss Fasta and offered her a small, polite smile. "Some tea would be wonderful, thank you," she glanced at Miss Fausta once more. "My Lord meant no harm, Miss. If he meant to be sarcastic, I'm afraid it would be much to obvious. I'm Lucretia and this is my Master, Bellamy. I'm afraid I am not entirely sure about your names?"

Her smile never faltered and she squeezed Bellamy's hand as if to say that it was more useful to make allies than enemies in this current situation. In war, you were never certain if you needed a comrade, one that would help you rather than stab you in the back to save their own skin. Lucretia waited patiently for any reply, hoping that she had said the rightt words to diffuse the growing tension. She knew that the Blessed girl was undoutedly uncomfortable, as was Lucretia. She did not like conflict much.