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Alaire Diabolo

"Humans? How interesting...."

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a character in “Fated Wings”, originally authored by angelwolf123, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name Meaning: "The meaning couldn’t be less important, really."
Joyful/Happy Accuser/Slanderer

Appearance: "I wonder if you’re asking because you’re somehow unable to conduct a simple observation, or if you’re curious as to how I’d describe it for myself."
Alaire is a tall, lanky sort. His muscle is appropriate for a seventeen year old, but it doesn’t go much further than that. His face is framed by cloud-like, fluffy, ashen hair that ranges from white to brown. Alaire is a pretty pale dude, and might even be considered an albino when his deep red eyes are taken into consideration. But he’s not. Alaire isn’t quite that pale, and his hair isn’t quite that white. Red, gouged scars circle his neck, and his wings are about a foot long and are little more than a mass of feather, bone, and poorly healed scar tissue.

Theme Song: "Music? I like it as much as the next person...."
Of Monsters and Men- Your Bones

Age: "The length of time that a person has lived or a thing has existed."
Seventeen years.

Role: "While I don’t intend to actively participate in the contest, I have signed up so I suppose I do have a function of sorts to serve."
I have no idea.

Race: "The difference between the races go no further than skin deep, in any case."
Angel, though he keeps what's left of his wings under his shirt, so it could be anyone's guess.

Gender: "Congratulations. Your sheer stupidity has managed to impress even me."
Male.

Personality: "If you’re looking for someone with character... you’ve come to the wrong place.”
Alaire, to put it simply, is a depressing person. He’s pessimistic, clinical, contrary, antisocial... you get the picture. He’s capable of souring the mood just by entering the room. Though he may be manipulative, he’s not openly aggressive in the least. Under the firm belief that relying on brute force is for the weak, Alaire is a pacifist through and through. Alaire is easily irritated, but it would take something big to inflame him to the point of anger. He’s very patient. Alaire makes a point to avoid contact with people, but if someone were to actually catch him and engage him in conversation, he’d talk for as long as they could put up with him. Alaire likes to debate and challenge other’s beliefs and actions, make them doubt themselves. If you’re unsure of yourself or don’t have any conviction, it would be best to avoid him. Alaire is very observant, and he can sniff out such insecurities and denial a mile away.

Though difficult to be around, Alaire can actually be quite cooperative and is willing to help people out... for a price. It would also be wise to mention Alaire has a way with words. Just as a warning.

Likes: "My preferences are trivial. These are only a few things that I find vaguely agreeable."
Alaire doesn’t really like many things. He’s too neutral, too passive. However, he does like good tasting food. Anything with a rich flavor, as long as it’s not too sweet, sour, or bitter. Alaire is secretly a pretty sensual guy, so anything that would appeal to his five senses. Basking in the sunlight, a fluffy blanket or stuffed animal, warm cocoa on a chilly day; stuff like that.

While hopeful and over-optimistic thinking pisses Alaire off, if a person is optimistic despite having been through tough situations, they would earn his admiration instantly.

Also, cold things tend to energize but irritate Alaire, while warm things tend to make him lethargic and easier to get along with.

Dislikes: "Hostility... where is the use in that?"
More than anything, Alaire dislikes it when people are stupid and/or weak. Violence, unnecessary cruelty, rash decision making; all of these things would merit either a facepalm or a verbal smackdown. Being more serious minded, he also dislikes frivolous thinking and shallow emotions. The typical modern day teenager would be the epitome of this.

History: "And here we’ve only just met. Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself?"

Other: "Is there anything so strange as the existence of luck?"
Alaire’s power is “luck”. While sometimes it can be controlled, for the most part it’s reliant on his emotions and subconscious. Alaire pretty much is extremely lucky. If he were to enter into a raffle, he’d most likely win. But not even in contests, everyday life is a breeze when everything just kind of always goes in your favor. People who wrong him are most likely going to have their wrong-doing flung back at them three times harder, while those who work in his favor will be rewarded some time or another. However, for either of these to be activated Alaire has to feel truly wronged or grateful. The only time this power can be controlled is with one-time things, rather than cosmic workings. If someone is irritating him, or someone he cares about needs assistance, Alaire can will misfortune or good luck onto a person for a short period of time, even influencing the things that happen to them.

However, this power in general comes with a backlash. Every person has a specific luck to misfortune ratio, and since Alaire is pretty much never unfortunate, all of the misfortune originally meant for him is projected onto his surroundings. As a result, things will break after he uses them, people who live near him will have bad things happen to them, and so on and so forth.

Also, for the record, Alaire isn't particularly interested in winning. Not this kind of contest. However, he is participating, simply because he's extremely interested in studying one of these humans. He's also likely throw his support to a certain couple, and manipulate events in their favor while working to sabotage the others at the same time.

So begins...

Alaire Diabolo's Story

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Prince Raphael Jefferson


It was clear that Raphael was opposed to all this as he stood behind the other competitors for the throne, all vying for control which was rightfully his. He had dedicated the last few years to aide his father to prepare himself for the future when control would be passed to him, instead the fate of them all hung on the balance of this contest. It was wrong, but should he not put his own foot forwards, then the right to rule which rightfully was his, would even more likely not come into being. It seemed that after the death of his mother, the Queen of Angel Central, that things had started to get out of his hand while his father, King of the Shadowlands, remained supreme. Clearly he thought this was a good idea, though perhaps secretly he wished for another demon to take the role as King rather than an angel like himself.

Sure Angels and Demons lived together and there was peace, somewhat, though clearly there was some resentment and some distinctions between the two that continue to shine. Raph only hoped that this whole fiasco would not get out of hand as he listened to the advisor, "Thank you all for coming here today. I hope you all have heard the news about the six human girls. We will be starting a contest today! The six of you will try to win the heart of an assigned human girl, and might I add that the throne will be the prize! The first person who gets their girl to willingly marry wins. You start today", before the advisors divided to each one to tell them who they were assigned to. He simply closed his eyes to catch the names of those already assigned so as soon as his advisor came, he merely responded, "I am aware".

Usually Raph would be standing at the front proudly, but how could he be proud of this venture where his brother and his cousins are all in this to compete against him as rightful heir, fighting over it like vultures. That was not the only problem Raph felt, but the fact they were all 'assigned' a girl, meant that they themselves could not divert from who they had been assigned to, so he feared that if things didn't work out with those they were given, things may get out of hand. Raphael stood still in the chamber as his brother and cousins all left one by one to meet their assigned girl while his advisors kept hassling him to do the same but each time he told him no, before ordering his silence. No longer being hassled, he then raised his voice so that his fellow competitors could hear before they left, "No violence will be tolerated. No doubt your eyes are on the prize, but if your assigned girl refuses or wishes to return home, accept it and not dispute it".

It was certainly a serious matter and one that Raph was concerned about, so after warning his now-competitors, he approached the advisor who had spoken before, "I do hope you will keep this in mind. I find your lack of foresight disturbing, so I highly suggest guards at report stations. I will not have my parents' work destroyed by your games", before turning around and storming out the chamber. It was only when he was out that he dropped his guard a little and sighed, before turning to the advisor who remained with him, "Right, you can lead me to the girl now...". The walk thereafter certainly helped cool Raph down, but it certainly did not make the situation any better. Raph wasn't sure how he should proceed competition-wise, so he simply would be taking part and not playing, solely not wishing to mislead the girl, nor decieve them which is what this whole competition was doing, as he arrived outside the doors of one Izumi Aki, knocked upon it and then waited, being courteous and not wishing to be rude and barge in.





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Kimberley Lane


It had happened all too quickly. The last thing that she remembered, last real thing she remembered, was the old man infront of her as she ran away from her brothers' flat to see Yoh in the hospital, but instead she ran round the old man, only to find herself tripping over and slipping over. As you stood on the ground, you had the evidence clearly infront of you that if you sat down, you'd be sitting on the same ground you were standing on. The same expectation was what Kimberley had, as she expects to fall onto the ground in no time at all, but instead she felt like she was falling in a bottomless pit until she suddenly appeared in what looked like a mystical lands from a story book.

Not knowing where exactly where she was or if she was alive, she checked her pulse and noticed that it was still going so death hadn't knocked on her door, but now she found herself trapped with no way back, no way out to see how Yoh was doing, but at the same time she was worried for him, worried what exactly her brother had done to him and if he would come out okay. Now she was truly alone and even more so in this strange place. The only comfort she had held onto was five other girls who appeared out of no-where like her, girls who too had a strange experience and hadn't the foggiest where they was before they were led to this palace and told about this world being full of angels and demons. Wasn't they supposed to enemies or something.

Personally, Kimberley could care less but as long as she knew where she was and that the ground she was standing on wasn't going to fall through, a luxury she had taken for granted, she felt she'd be okay as they were led to their rooms and it was they that she rested until waking up and finding clothes prepared for her on the side. Fat chance she was going to wear those, so it was a good job she was leaving home when all this happened since she had her bag of belongings with her and therefore had the luxury of wearing what she liked, holding onto who she really was. Her experience so far had been that the trust she had in others was misplaced with her father beating her and her mother, her mother doing nothing and then her brothers' advance on her. How can she trust these guys?!

Taking matters into her own hands as she did last night when she insisted to wear her own pyjamas, regardless of how rich and nice the ones offered were, so when she woke, she sat up and saw clothes offered once again, but still stubborn she rejected them and merely just sat up in bed and laying her head on the pillow behind it to merely gather her thoughts together as she closed her eyes and took some silent breathers.

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When the advisor gave the run-down of the competition, Alaire lost what little hope he had left in the future of the demonic and angelic kingdoms. It was silly, to put it lightly. Humans inexplicably appear out of nowhere. Although the strange race had been considered fictional, instead of conducting appropriate studies, they are delivered to the palace. The rightful heir to the throne is usurped, and with the king on his sickbed, the rest of the male royalty is assembled. The rules were simple. Make a human fall in love with you, and you win the crown. Don't use force, and don't tell her about the contest.

Alaire scoffed under his breath, steps echoing as he followed his guard down the otherwise empty hallways. Admittedly, there was more going on than what was immediately obvious. With the king dying, the moral of the people was reaching new lows. This competition was a way to entertain the masses, and keep them from revolting. It was a desperate move. The ex-crown prince, Raphael, was an ideal heir. Nell and perhaps himself could be suitable replacements, but why would anyone prefer a second-rate ruler? And furthermore, if not Nell or himself, the other options would be too horrific to even imagine. Colton made a good prince, but was too friendly and trusting to become any sort of king. And then there was Dax and Lucifer. Alaire involuntarily shuddered.

Suddenly the escort stopped in front of a seemingly random door. He bowed. "This is it, my lord."

The seventeen year-old eyed the golden handle warily. To be honest, this was a little too good to be true. Though he certainly wasn't interested in any sort of seduction, the opportunity to study an actual, live human.... He couldn't just pass it up. Alaire excused the guard absentmindedly. A thought was forming in the back of his mind. What, he wondered, would her reaction be if I were to simply enter without introduction? Alaire's lips twitched upwards in a ghost of a smile. Without pause, he reached forward, an the door swung open.

And, of course, she was sleeping. How boring.

Alaire sighed, and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Violet Valenti Hyde, huh? He stepped closer, but froze when he spot a little white fluffball on top of her coverlet. The angelic being stretched out an arm, being careful not to startle it. A cat? He hadn't been aware that humans kept pets. Fingers cautiously began to scratch the top of the head.

Though he was reluctant to admit it, the feline was simply too adorable. Alaire began to murmur under his breath. "It's a shame you're going to expire in a few years...."

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Violet, who had been sleeping peacefully with Present next to her, woke up to the sound of someone entering the room. Her mother always told her to pretend to stay asleep if someone came into her room without permission, so that's what she did. She didn't move much, and even when the figure came over to the side of the bed she didn't open her eyes. However, when Present began to purr, Violet's lips curled up slightly. Guard animals cats are not.

[b]"It's a shame you're going to expire in a few years" the figure- who's voice was decidedly male- said, and Violet immediately sat up and grabbed Present, hugging him to her chest and looking up at the man, who appeared as if he should be in quite a bit of pain, due to the scars along his neck and- even though she had no knowledge of the subject- his wings appeared to have been almost completely gone.

"Don't say things like that about Present," she said softly as she patted the cats head before letting him go. Present scampered over to her side and began to rub against her, causing Violet to giggle before she stood up and looked over the male who had so rudely entered the room only moments before.

"Why are you here?" She murmured as she fixed a strand of her hair that had fallen out of her left ponytail. She tucked the strand behind her ear before turning her head to the side as she tried to destinguish why anyone would be visiting her. Was he here to take her home? She honestly hoped not. Sure, her mom would be worried but this was an adventure- her mom could wait. Was he here to take her to a prison or something? That was a slightly scarier thought, but she was pretty sure that wasn't the case either.

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Suddenly the cat was yanked away from his touch. Alaire's fingers froze, arm still outstretched. Of course, what was he thinking? The creature wasn't his. A soft voice came from behind the range of his lowered sight. "Don't say things like that about Present."

Moments passed.

Slowly, slowly, Alaire withdrew his hand, returning it to the safety of his pants pocket. The angel straightened, red stare lazer-scanning the human before him. "He'll be dead by the time you've reached thirty-five." The boy informed the girl in a quiet deadpan.

To be honest, the purple hair had led Alaire to believe Violet wasn't worth much in the brains department. However, if she had the sense to "sleep" when an unfamiliar person entered her room, perhaps she was smarter than she looked. "Why are you here?" Violet murmured, voice equally quiet. The tension was practically tangible. Did she truly think he was there to do her harm? Then again... the girl was in a strange place, and Alaire was aware he wasn't exactly the friendliest character.

The angel exhaled, tilting his chin upwards to gaze at the ceiling. That was a good question. However, it would be best to answer it as honestly as possible, to avoid future drama. Alaire swung forward, leaning closer to the purple-haired girl without moving from his spot at her bedside. His blood-colored eyes were fixated.

"To study you."

The angel pulled back just as quickly, straightening and returning to his lazy yet perfect posture. Alaire stepped away, continuing his reply without missing a beat. "Of course, don't be mistaken. My interest in you is purely of a scientific nature." But then he faltered, pausing thoughtfully. "For the most part, anyways."

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Violet watched the man at her bedside's every move as he returned his hand to his pocket. "He'll be dead by the time you've reached thirty-five." he informed Violet, and even though the girl was not truly violent, she huffed and kicked at him, not really intending to hit him. She didn't really want to cause harm to anyone, though the man did deserve it.

"I'll have you know I'd have been dead long before today if not for him. Don't say things that make it hurt worse- I'm fine being unaware" she said in as mean of a voice she could muster, though it wasn't exactly mean at all- it was more sad than anything. Violet asked why he was here, and he didn't seem to be very interested in sugar-coating it, simply saying "To study you." and, for the most part, being done with it. He followed it up with "Of course, don't be mistaken. My interest in you is purely of a scientific nature." and "For the most part, anyways.", but that didn't really lessen the fact she now felt like a caged animal.

"Wonderful. I guess it could have been worse- I could really be a caged animal. Though I guess seeing the strange creatures in as close to a natural habitat you could muster was decided best for your agenda?" she mumbled, looking directly at the man. "Well, most scientists name the creature after it's discovery. Sadly, you can't give me a name. I already have one. It's Violet. Violet Valenti Hyde. I'm human,and I have a cat that saved my life. I have purple eyes due to the colored contacts I wear and purple hair because I needed another reason for people to alienate me. There. Half your study is over with"[/b] Her voice gained more tempo as she spoke, but it remained no louder than a normal person's voice, and no lower than her normal voice. Slowly, she slid off the bed and grabbed Present as well, not trusting the man to be around her best friend at all. She looked down at her clothing, not remembering what she had put on before as she had just grabbed the first thing she saw. It was a sleeping outfit, so she couldn't just go out in it. She went to the wardrobe and grabbed the first dress she saw before turning to the bathroom and slamming the door behind her, changing as quickly as possible. She slid on her light pink flats she had been wearing when the portal opened. She ran them under a bit of water to get as much of the grime off, but even then they still looked dingy. She sighed to herself before walking out the door again, Present at her heels.

"I'm going out" she said as she walked to the doors, opening them and putting on a smile as she did so. She couldn't have people looking at her like she was anything less than happy she had the opportunity. She walked a for quite some time before realizing she had no idea where she was going. She bent down to pet present and looked at him, smiling a true smile and twirling around once before she set him down again. She imagined that in any other case- in almost every storybook with a setting like this- the girl met her prince right after she fell down- so she imagined that that had happened to her. Real life wasn't nearly as much fun. Slowly, she sank against the wall in the empty hallway, scratching her fingers through Present's fur.

"Well, we're lost. But I'm sure they have guards everywhere- someone will find us. I don't want to risk getting even more lost and moving" she said as she crossed her legs and decided to spend her time singing. After all, someone would hear and come over to help.

"You are my child of moonlight
You call the angels down.
There is a peace within my heart
Whenever you’re around
The stars at night they all shine bright
And darling so do you
You are my child of moonlight and I’ll always love you

You are my child of shooting stars
You are my wish come true
My heart had never held such love
Until my arms held you

The stars at night they all shine bright
And darling so do you
You are my child of moonlight and I’ll always love you.
The stars at night they all shine bright
And darling so do you
You are my child of moonlight and I’ll always love you."


She hummed the last line over and over again, remembering her father teaching her the song when she was very small, before his death. She picked up Present and sat him in her lap, petting him as she hummed, her eyes closing tightly.

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"Wonderful. I guess it could have been worse- I could really be a caged animal. Though I guess seeing the strange creatures in as close to a natural habitat you could muster was decided best for your agenda?"

Alaire blinked. When she put it that way, he really did sound like a horrible person, didn’t he? Well played indeed, but it wasn’t that far off the mark. That was pretty much it; only that she wasn’t here to be studied.... However, he listened intently as she explained her unusual coloring. 'There. Half your study is over with."

Honestly, Alaire had to stifle a half-smile. Did she think he was merely interested because of her unusual pigmentation? That was almost funny. His studies were to be far more of a cultural and psychological kind. Appearances? Hah. Only important when factored into other things. For example, why would Violet need to alienate herself from people, using such drastic methods? Was that a common human practice, or something unique to her? The mysteries kept piling up.

He watched as Violet slid off the bed, and stalked to the bathroom with dress and cat in hand, slamming the door behind her. Ah. So he had angered her, after all. Well, Alaire supposed that any normal person would have been irritated to learn they were being studied by someone. The angel sighed, leaning against the bed post.

"I'm going out" Violet said as she walked to the doors, opening them and putting on a smile as she did so.

Alaire sat up. Why was she smiling? More importantly, why was she leaving? What made her think it was okay for her to wander around by herself? There were all kinds of people in Purgatory, and the palace was infamous for being overly-complicated. She was going to get herself hurt. How irritating.

After a few minutes of contemplation, Alaire finally built up the resolve to find her. It would be bad if she ran into one of his cousins, or if an advisor caught either of them on their own. With any luck, she would have wandered into one of the less inhabited parts of the castle.

He stepped out into the hallway, and began walking. Alaire knew from experience that it was best to not think too much about it, and let his power guide him. Pretty soon, though, a melody began to drift through the passages. Violet. Was she singing? Why?

The angel let out an annoyed huff. The girl was smart, but apparently still had her moments. He turned a corner, and there she was, sitting against a wall and humming away. Hmm. So she couldn’t see him? Opportunity.

Alaire stepped besides her, and slid down as silently as ever, settling into a sort of crouch. He sat there for a while, just listening, before finally interrupting her.

"Don't just suddenly run off. It's annoying." He monotoned, not even looking her way.

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"Don't just suddenly run off. It's annoying." Violet quickly opened her eyes at the voice, frightened out of her wits. A scream was lodged in her throat, but once she saw who it was she calmed slightly. She was still angry, but at least it wasn't some strange person- well, a strange person she didn't know.

"I will do what I want. I'm used to being alone, and that shouldn't stop here- And to think I thought I'd find someone who cared about me down here, and never want to go back," Violet giggled before standing up, forgetting the other person entirely. She picked up Present and held him to eye level. "No, of course not. This isn't a fairytale" she whispered before turning back to the man, realizing she was talking an awful lot. Truthfully, she had always wanted to talk more than she did, but at her home, and at school, everything she said was met with ridicule, so she just didn't anymore unless she was singing. Well, half that and half her daydreaming got in the way of talking. She concluded she was talking more now because she had fallen into a place more fantastical than anything she could dream up, and she was more her true self because of it. She nodded to herself before looking back at Alaire.

"Go away" she muttered before brushing past him, her false smile now completely gone. She rushed back to her room, closing the door and holding her hand out to lock it, only to be faintly annoyed there was no lock. She grumbled before grabbing a chair and sliding it up against the door handle. That would work in a pinch. She sat back down on her bed and smiled to Present, who was currently threading his body through the legs of the chair. She put her hair down again, not intent on going anywhere else the entire day, and besides, the ponytails were starting to hurt. She grabbed a brush and began to pull it through her hair, yelping a bit every time the brush pulled against a knot. She was blessed with long hair, but that only meant it knotted up three times as fast. Every once in a while she would look at the door, just to make sure the chair hadn't fallen. She wanted peace and quiet, and she would get it with any means necessary.

"I wonder how the others are doing, Present? Are they being studied as well? I'm sure it couldn't be any worse than this- at least whoever is with them more than likely has emotions," she made sure to say certain words louder, just in case Alaire was outside. She was hurt by the whole ordeal, and she really just wanted to go home. At least up there her mother would cook for her and talk with her like a normal person.

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Alaire listened to Violet carefully, still not looking her way. It was fortunate she seemed talkative; Alaire wasn’t exactly the most sociable person.

"I will do what I want. I’m used to being alone, and that shouldn’t stop here- And to think I thought I’d find someone who cared about me down here, and never want to go back." The seventeen year-old couldn’t help but raise and eyebrow at that. He turned her way. Was she stupid? She was trapped in a foreign environment, obviously things weren’t going to go just as she wanted. Alaire had a contest to wreck. He couldn’t leave her alone just yet.

Alaire watched her get up, and quickly did the same. Maybe she’d actually stick around for once...- “Go away.” Violet muttered as she brushed past him. And off she went again. Of course.

The angel let out a deep breath, turning on heel and stuffing his hands in his pockets. "This again? Can't you be a bit more creative?" He sighed as he began to follow a few paces behind. How Violet knew the way back to her room was beyond him. Wasn’t she lost?

With his easy-going pace, by the time Alaire reached the door, Violet had already closed it off somehow. When he tried the handle, it wouldn’t budge. Joy. More surprises. He thought bitterly as he leaned against the doorframe, glaring at anyone unfortunate enough to pass by. When was this girl going to quit this? It truth, Alaire found this game of tag rather tedious.

"I wonder how the others are doing, Present? Are they being studied as well? I'm sure it couldn't be any worse than this- at least whoever is with them more than likely has emotions.” Alaire’s jaw twitched. That was it.

He turned around, grasping the doorhandle once more. The angel took a deep breath in. He wasn’t sure what was blocking the door, but with a bit of luck it would no longer be a problem. Alaire collected his thoughts, and....

On the other side of the door, the chair suddenly slipped.

This time the door swung open, though it had to knock something out of the way in the process. Alaire didn’t even bother to look, however, directing his full attention towards Violet, who seemed to be brushing her hair. "Now you’re just being childish."

The angel shut the door behind him, pointedly leaning against it. She wouldn’t leave until he was done. "If you really want to know, your friends are under the care of my cousins. Physically, they should be in good health, but anything beyond that is up for speculation." Alaire informed her coolly, adjusting his stance so that his injured wing wasn’t supporting him as much.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "And no, they aren’t being studied. All of you are guests. This is just my personal project." But the flicker of amusement vanished just as suddenly as it came. "However, being a guest doesn’t ensure your safety. Since you’ve been publicly declared my ally, there are plenty who would be happy to do you harm."

Hmm... that should’ve been all... but why did it feel like he was forgetting something? Oh yes. The introductions. Normally it was Alaire’s cousins who were the flashy ones, but considering the situation....

Alaire crossed his arm over his chest, bending at the waist in the ‘When Royalty Greets Royalty’ bow. "I’m Prince Alaire Diabolo, by the way." He added, almost as an afterthought.

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Violet huffed when the chair slipped. She had found her way back by luck, and found a way to barricade the door, and she just wanted to be alone. Was that honestly so hard? Things had been turning her way there for a second. She listened when he called her childish, and she smiled at that. She stuck her tongue out at him and shrugged, running the brush through her hair once more before setting it down.

"If you really want to know, your friends are under the care of my cousins. Physically, they should be in good health, but anything beyond that is up for speculation." Violet smiled at that- at least they weren't hurt or anything, but she said nothing. It wouldn't be useful anymore. "And no, they aren’t being studied. All of you are guests. This is just my personal project." Violet rolled her eyes at that part- she had to draw the short stick, didn't she? "However, being a guest doesn’t ensure your safety. Since you’ve been publicly declared my ally, there are plenty who would be happy to do you harm." he finished what he was saying.

"Can I ask for a trade?" she mumbled, pulling her blankets back. She couldn't be hurt if she just stayed in her room, so he would have no reason to stay if she was perfectly fine. She only had the blanket halfway back before he announced his name, causing Violet to turn around to face him.

"So you're a prince? I thought they taught all royalty manners?" she said bluntly before sliding under the covers, pulling the blanket all the way over her head and cocooning herself. She felt Present, who had ran away from the door when the chair fell, jump onto the bed and sit at the end, pawing at the mattress.