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Alexander Duodecim

"I'm sorry, but I simply can not lose or risk letting my comrades down."

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a character in “Soulchess: Revival”, as played by 0neTailedf0x

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Name - Alexander Duodecim
Title - Genius King
Faction - Plenoran
Role - Black King
Race - Human
Gender - Male
Appearance -

Alexander is slender and always smiling calmly. He isn't too tall, but he isn't short. His hair is brown and thick, but he makes sure to not let it mess with his vision. His is slightly pale and he has pianist fingers, but he can still fight if he has his gloves on. He either wears a white jacket with no buttons and a zebra shirt or a black jacket with a reversed shirt. He wears black pants with deep pockets and a belt over his pants, since he doesn't wish to worry about his pants falling down in the middle of a battle. He has tools for lock picking hidden in a compartment behind his belt, so he can easily escape confinement. His posture is perfect and he is slightly muscular. His crest is located on his right palm, so he can easily wave at someone and tell if they're his ally. He has a crown, but he doesn't wear it due to that giving the opponents a strategical advantage. He will usually be deep in thoughts and have his eyes closed, but his eyes are always open when he is being addressed or when he is done thinking. He seems to be in a different world when using his ability for strategizing, but this look will disappear shortly after he is done thinking. His sleeves end in cuffs, except for his right sleeve which is cut. His natural eye color is black, but he wears brown contacts to allow him an advantage.

He has another form which has darker hair and black eyes. This form is wearing royal attire and his clothes are lined with gold. His shirt's left side is pulled over the right side of his chest and it is buttoned. He has black pants. His smile is much more competitive and his eyes are piercing. His hair is not combed, but it isn't messy, either. He appears to be much more confident and blunt, but this is simply a well-played act.
Personality -
He seems to always be calm and composed. He takes his time when coming up with a strategy, since it's impossible for him to waste time. He is very competitive, but he wont let this fact show and he'll always look calm on the outside unless he is dealing with the people he considers friends. He can easily lead people and be seen as a natural leader, but he doesn't know this. He is intelligent and agile. He knows that he can't win this game on his own, so he tries communicating with his allies the most that he can. He knows that you should know what your allies and enemies are capable of, since little details can mess up any plan. He always has a backup plan in case his first plan fails, and he usually relies on his backup plan more than the first plan. He always listens to what his allies have to say, since they sometimes know things that he doesn't know and that information can help him fix little flaws in his strategies. He is calm and confident in battle, but he knows when to retreat and he doesn't care about hurting his pride. He will not risk saving someone, if that person can be saved later on without permanent death. He will try to protect himself, but only due to the fact that his whole group will lose if he is defeated. He is skilled in swordplay, so he always carries a sword with him. He does not like fighting with his fists, but he will if it is absolutely necessary. He does not push away romance, but he believes that his duties are more important and that he will be a terrible lover. He knows to not blatantly believe any information given to him, since information can be proven false. He always analyzes everything in his vicinity before making a choice, since even the slightest thing can prove useful. However, he does trust his allies and he it will be extremely hard for him not to sacrifice himself for them. He can crack under pressure, but he can use as much time as he wants to calm himself and think things over. His communication power is a one way transmission, so he can not hear the replies of his allies and this can prove a hinderance. He has other weaknesses, but those will be revealed as the story goes on.

Weapon(s) -

- A sword resembling a royal british saber. This sword can't conduct electricity.

Fighting Style-

Alexander fights with a very distinct style, since his family has passed down this swordplay style for generations. It is mostly used for counteracting attacks and fighting while constantly moving, so it is a perfect style for Alexander. Alexander uses a lightweight sword and he is naturally fast, so he can counter most attacks directed at him. However, he isn't trained too well and he can be defeated by swordsmen who know of the flaws in his fighting.
--Abilities--
Role Abilities)

Sense presence - Can feel the spiritual presence of the other "pieces".
Augmented power - His abilities and attributes are increased.
Contract of Royalty - exchange crest with allied member of your faction.

1)
Ability Name: Time Stopper
Description: This ability simply allows him to stop his sense of time and think of a strategy. He will not be able to move and the world will seem as if it froze to him, so he can't use this for physical fighting. This ability can be used to think of strategies and to give him time to analyze any situation. He can not affect the physical world and the physical world can not affect him, since his sense of time is stopped. He can not move his eyes, so he can only see what is directly in front of him.

2)
Ability Name: King's courier.
Description: This ability is simple. It allows Alexander to communicate to his comrades without having to be in their vicinity. This can only be used without any other abilities being used, since it would be quite painful to listen to Alexander's thoughts while he is using his first ability.

3)
Ability Name: Dragon's fang.
Description: This ability allows him to make his sword nearly indestructible for a limited time. He can block most attacks with his nearly indestructible sword, but he can only block those he manages to deflect. However, this is mostly meant for defense and this wont affect his attacking power. He can only block the attacks themselves, so he can still be pushed back with kinetic force or have his hands broken by the mere weight of an attack.

4)
Ability Name: Royal Weapon
Description: This ability allows him to shoot golden bullets from his right hand. These bullets are fired at a rate of one bullet per second. The bullets are extremely reflective and they are not made to penetrate. They carry kinetic force and they can disperse that force onto the target. These bullets can be used to stun someone by simply shooting at the head, but this ability can not kill. This ability also allows him to convert his blood into gold, so he can not shoot too much or risk bleeding out. Every time he says "Fire", some of his blood is converted into gold. Then the gold will be shout out in the form of a bullet.


History- He was born into a family that led a country. This family had a monarchy, but the family was benevolent and the citizen's of the country were happy. Alexander was born in a time of war between his homeland and another country, so he was secluded from a lot of the kids his age. He was a calm and happy child, so he easily learned to read at the age of five. His father was strict, but he was also kind. His mother was kind and happy, so it was natural that Alexander's father and mother got married. The name of Alexander's father was Daniel Duodecim and the name of Alexander's mother was Alexandra. Alexandra was named after his mother. He was privately tutored and he was learning complicated things by the age of six. He was still happy, but he was much more calm and quiet. He had been particularly interested in reading books of drama, warfare, strategy, or love. He enjoyed seeing what tactics generals employed in warfare, but he didn't quite grasp the concept of death until later on. He simply thought that death was nothing more than a person going to sleep, since that is what he observed. The war ended by the time he was ten, but there were still harsh feelings between the two countries. Alexander was loved by the citizens, since he went out and visited many of the citizens when he could. He was allowed to leave his family's mansion due to the fact that the war ended and all threats on his life dissipated. He took up swordplay as a hobby, since his father seemed to be extremely good at it. He wanted to be taught by his father, but his father was busy handling political matters and things like that. Alexander didn't mind that his father didn't have time to teach him how to use a sword, since he could easily learn from a general of his family's army. He began getting lessons in using a sword from a female general, but he wasn't very strong and it was hard for him to learn to wield a sword properly. This general was also his sister, so it would be impossible for there to be any romance. His sister eventually managed to drill the ways of swordplay into his head, but he was fifteen by the time he managed to learn swordplay. The training he received strengthened his bond with his sister, so they were both closer as a family now.

However, a grudge from the earlier war escalated into a new war and his fun times were now over. He now understood the concept of death and he knew that this war would be dangerous, but he was still naive enough to try and be a part of the war. His sister was allowed to partake in the war, since she was a general in the army. He was not allowed to take a part in the war due to it's severity and his inexperience. There was a fight to be had soon, and his family knew this due to one of their spies reporting this information. A war conference was held and they discussed their plan to ambush their enemy, so Alexander listened in from his room. He left for the location discussed as soon as he had the chance to, so he could be a part of the action and see what warfare is really like. He arrived an hour before his family's military arrived, but the enemies military was soon to come. He was on the top of a cliff and the enemies army would soon be coming through the middle of the cliff he was on and another cliff opposite of him, so his family thought it would be best to ambush the other army there. Both sides eventually clashed and he finally could see what warfare was really like. He wasn't prepared to fight and he vomited on the top of an enemy soldier, so he was soon discovered. He was too scared to fight, so he ran and tried to escape. He was stopped by his sister and slapped in the face, since he stupidly decided to come and be a part of this war. His sister was impaled by a sword, and he finally understood that he did something wrong. His sister didn't die, but she was now paralyzed from the waist down and she would not be able to be in any wars. He took over for her and he was somehow calm. He gave orders and eventually decimated the enemy army, but he passed out as soon as the enemy army was destroyed. He wouldn't have went home if he was awake to run away, since he thought that he had gotten his sister killed and he wouldn't be able to face his family with that guilt. He was brought back to the castle while unconscious and the medical team managed to allow his sister a bit of feeling in her legs, but it would be years before she fully regained the use of her legs. He blamed himself for his sister's injury, but no one blamed him due to the fact that no one told him not to interfere with the war and the fact that he helped them win the war. His sister wasn't mad, instead she was proud that he managed to defeat the enemy army. This made him feel worst than he already did, but he was whisked away to the game of Soulchess before he could talk about what happened with his family.

His first response was to question why he was here, but he was suddenly flooded with information and he then knew exactly why he was sent here. He stayed calm and analyzed the situation. He had no memory, but he still knew his name and day of birth. He immediately wanted to find his comrades, since they might know more than he knew and he could possibly have an advantage if he knew their abilities and personality. He began thinking of many ways to win and possibilities there could be for the game, but he quickly stopped himself from thinking too much and decided to get back to the task on hand.


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Alexander felt vertigo as he fell from the sky, but he did not know what was happening. His eyes were closed and he was still a bit dazed. The cold jutted him to his senses and his eyes quickly opened. He heard a clock tower, but he paid no heed to the sound being made. He felt the prickle of rain on his body, and the dampness of his newly wet hair. He was looking up, so it was inevitable for rain to enter his eyes. He managed to turn his body and look down, but this view was very unappealing. He saw that ground, growing? He was perplexed by the fact that the ground could grow. He quickly noticed the way the rain was falling, his features contorted into a face of shock. He reached for his sword and prepared to fight, but there was no way for him to fight gravity with brute force. He decided to try thinking logically, since strength would be of no use without a strategy to back up the strength. He held his sword in front of him and he tried steering himself, since he would prefer to not land somewhere dangerous. He felt the strain on his hands increase as his speed increased, but he didn't stop trying to steer himself. He was distracted by a crest on his hand, a king's crest. He was no longer a prince, but instead, he was now a King. He felt an influx of information enter his mind. He now felt an obligation to fulfill his role, but he would have to survive this fall before doing anything. He felt much more courageous and determined to survive than he before. His eyes scanned the city of Gardenia, since he would need to figure out how to safely land. He was not going to lose this early, since he still felt a nagging at the back of his head. He felt as if he had something to accomplish back at his home, but he didn't even know where his home was or what he was supposed to take care of. He dispelled the thoughts about his history and focused on the task on hand, since the ground was getting much more closer.

He tried to make himself fall towards a building, since he could lessen the impact he would soon have to face. He grabbed his sword with both of his hands and stuck it into the wall of a building. He was cutting through it quickly and a line was appearing on the building. His sword would have broken, if he wasn't subconsciously using his "Dragon's Fang" ability. He quickly came to a halt and he felt the abruptness of the stop. He wondered why he wasn't splattered on the floor, then he noticed that his sword was...glowing. His sleeve was stuck on a part of the building, but he didn't notice. He pulled his sword out and he noticed that he would fall, but his sleeve managed to allow him some time to think. He jumped towards a ledge, tearing his sleeve in the process. He looked into a puddle of rain and saw this he looked different than he normally did. He used his newly found knowledge and knew that this was simply his form used while in Gardenia. His hands hurt, but he ignored this pain and focused on finding his comrades. He wasn't too far from the ground, so he gracefully jumped and landed on the ground. He barely made any noise when he fell, since he timed his fall perfectly. He walked up to what appeared to be a stranger, but it was simply the shadow of a building. He walked into a building which seemed to be open. It's only inhabitants were a waiter and a simple customer. This building was a restaurant of sorts. He ordered a simple drink, so he could clear his mind. The drink wasn't alcoholic, so he didn't have to worry about having muddled thoughts. He didn't know how thirsty he was until after he saw the drink being poured. He drank it quickly, but he was still civilized and not barbaric.

"Okay, let's see. I'm in a world, but I don't feel as if I'm originally from here. I don't seem to have any memories, but I'm guessing my subconscious holds those memories. I appear to be a king..." He was talking to himself. His thoughts continued on to him trying to figure out his situation. ", I guess I should probably find the rest of my comrades." He finished his thoughts with this. He set down his drink and left a bit of gold on the table. He an idea of where he got the gold from, since he had the crest of a king. However, this gold was simply brought with him from his kingdom. He left the building and went out into the streets, then he went to a library. He guessed that one of his comrades would him eventually, so he decided that he could spend time reading upon the history of Gardenia. He waved at the librarian, wondering if the librarian was one of his comrades. The librarian didn't notice the crest on his hand, so he assumed that she wasn't one of his allies. However, she did wave back and she had a smile, so he guessed that she was simply an innocent civilian. He would have started a conversation with the female librarian, but she seemed to be enjoying reading. He sat down at a table and took off the wet part of his upper clothes. Both his normal and Gardenia forms had one of his sleeves cut, but he would get his Gardenia form's sleeve fixed later on. He sighed and relaxed a bit, since his life was not in mortal danger. He stood up from his chair and grabbed a random assortment of books from the shelves, since he decided to pass the time by reading. He hoped that someone from his faction would find him, instead of someone from the rival faction. He sat back down and tried to focus on reading, but he was too excited to read. He eventually gave up trying to read and decided to instead wait for a member of his faction to find him. "This waiting is probably going to be the hardest thing I've ever done." He joked to himself, since he knew that this game of chess would be the hardest he has ever played.

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Midnight

Heavy Rain


Connor

Gardenia




The rain Poured down on Connor as he laid face down in the mud. The body that was Connor slowly rolled over onto it's back, Raising it's self back up into a siting position.
"Where in the Hell am I" The words came out smoothly but hurt to Speak. A sharp pain cut into his neck he couldn't let out a cry from the pain. He froze as his neck felt as if it was being slowly cut off and skinned, he couldn't breath he was being held in place by something he couldn't see.The hands were soft and Small but as strong as a Demon leaving him helpless.

Suddenly his eyes shot open and he jumped out of the mud landing on his two feet facing a wall. He attempted to speak but all he could say was "H-Help" no matter what ells he tried to say all that came out was "Help". Now his knees started to tremble as Someone walked over " Excuse me...Sir are you Alright? " The voice Echoed in his head. "Sir?" The voice repeated walking over cautiously to reveal a Woman Dressed in a military outfit of some sort. When the Female got within a foot of distance Connors head shot out sideways to look at this with misty eyes. While his knees still tremble he walked towards her with his head now straight and Proper. "Help" Connor exclaimed once more almost falling into The Woman, She extended her arms to catch him to no avail. Her face changed to being horrified and with a single tear she Vanished into thin air.

Connor reappeared behind where the Female stood standing up straight Grinning he said "What ever would you do without me?" The new voice seemed Darker and more Destructive than before and with a simple close of the eyes felt much better began walking down the street With a frown.
What just happened? Connor asked Himself like he had no clue what happened.
"Whatever" He decided that it wasn't important at the moment as his eyes turned back to being Light Blue.
His mind started wandering about how he got here and what day it was but he couldn't recall.

"Great...Just Great" Connor yelled down the empty street Kicking a wall and having Daggers appear in holsters on his waist."Well that's Wonderful I'll just keep these hidden" He tucked the Holster under his shirt hiding the daggers from sight.Wait if I have these shouldn't that mean im here to kill something? Or...Whatever im here to do I'll figure it out.
WAIT....That girl...Where? Where'd she go? Did I....NO! His heart sank into his stomach as he relived what happened just moments ago.
Flash back
As the woman laid out her arms to catch Connor he saw a Figure in darkness the Size Of a child behind the Woman Facing Connor. He was frozen and the pain returned but only felt like a small pinch around his neck, the small girl was facing Connor with a Devilish Smirk. The girl then Opened her eyes to Reveal the Purple Sapphire like eyes, Connor suddenly became helpless when he saw the Little girls eyes. He started being controlled and was forced to stand by as his body acted on it's own accord. He then effortlessly cut through the Woman's body with his hand as her spirit and soul Sunk into it's palm flowing towards the center of his body.Suddenly then he felt rejuvenated and Restored.
Again a Voice from his body mixed of two beings started speaking unanimously, One voice was his and the other was a Girl speaking.
"What ever would you do without me?" The voices loomed around in his head as if they'd been there before.

Flash back End

"Damn me" Connor Cried to himself against the wall. "Of course I would kill an Innocent Person. DAMN ME" He thought in his head unsure of what to make of what happened. W-Who was that Girl? The question Haunted him as he tried time and time again to Remember what she looked like, But only saw her Eyes and Smirk he was left with nothing.... And yet he Still felt as if someone was with him.
He Stopped his Crying and Started walking determined to make sure that Woman's soul Wasn't wasted. And so Connor Walked down the Street Ready to do whatever it takes to Complete his Mission even If that means consuming more souls of the Innocent to become a little stronger with each Consume.

"This is Connor Going to the Library to understand more of this World" His thoughts and Ideas remained Silent on his walk to the Library until he stood in front of the Library When his skin started to crawl and Spine had a Chill shot down it.This person must know something. I can feel their obviously apart of whatever it is that's happening. Connor decided Walking into the Library As quite as A gentle Breeze of wind. The "Essence" Grew stronger as he drew closer to The Piece housed in this Library. Connor Sat down Gracefully at the table of the King that sat Beside him Along with a stack of books.

Unaware of how to start the Conversation Connor simply looked at Alexander Duodecim And asked May I? Gesturing to the stack of books using his hand that would Hold his Piece Role.

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G A R D E N I A





Found him.

It had taken a few minutes for the crimson-clad shape who now stood atop a tall building overlooking a large portion of the city, but she had done it, nonetheless. Her mantle fluttered about her in the wind like a scarlet cloud as she swiftly dropped down the slanted side of the building, sliding along its rain-soaked surface, then leaping and, flipping head-over-heels in midair, landing on a neighboring roof. Rolling, she rose in an instant, and then leaped again, landing on another building and then passing from that to another, all the while following the tug on the edge of her senses coming from nearby, like a voice calling out to her to come and behold her new master.

It was less than a minute before she found herself standing across a square from a large building that was quite obviously a library. Although it was odd to see such a place opened at what seemed to be a very late hour of the night, that establishment was, without a doubt, where the one she sought was. Her king. And yet, her senses were picking up another notable being inside that place, as well. She couldn't place the presence she was sensing as a piece of either her side or that of the enemy, but this entity unmistakably held power.

Her king might have been in danger. She needed to hurry. In an instant, she'd withdrawn her pistol from the bag at her side, and, concealing it beneath her cloak, had leaped down from her vantage point, landing in a shadowy corner of the square opposite the library. Darting across the open space, she rushed up to the door, and, opening it, entered at a fast walk. She needed to locate her king immediately, but she didn't want to tip off the possible threat to the fact that she'd noticed him or her. And so, she entered purposefully, but not in a way that made her seem overly suspicious. The librarian glanced up, raising an eyebrow at the somewhat unusual outfit the Queen was wearing - tattered, full-body crimson cloaks had evidently gone out of fashion some time ago - but apparently rationalized it as some kind of poncho or another, for she returned to her reading without a second thought.

It wasn't hard, then, to determine who the others in the room were. The only two people there other than herself and the librarian were a young, well-bred looking gentleman seated at a table - she immediately identified him as her king, the source of the compelling presence she'd followed to this place - and a more roguish looking man standing over her lord, evidently accosting him for some reason or another. As it was, she was standing behind this man, meaning she wouldn't immediately be seen by him, while her king would be able to see her with ease. She gave a slight nod, hoping he'd understand the gesture, and then began to glanced around her at the area, trying to look like she was pondering the books on a nearby shelf while actually analyzing the surroundings in case a battle took place. Unnoticed by everyone, she also readied her pistol, taking aim beneath the concealing fabric of her cloak in a manner that couldn't be seen due to the obscuring garment. If that man made a move against her king, then she would eliminate him without a second thought.

The man, however, didn't seem interested in fighting, for he seated himself across from her king and asked, apparently, for some books to read. Very well, then. In any case, there was no time to be wasted. Lowering her weapon, she slowly, methodically crossed the wide, cavernous room, heading also for the table.

"Excuse me," She said quietly, her words escaping from the hood, the shadows of which concealed every detail of her face, like a soft breath of wind. She spoke politely, yet calmly, her speech being methodical and soft, hiding whatever emotions might have lingered within it. Unlike the others, she remained standing rather formally, like one might expect a servant to remain standing at the side of her master. "I've been looking for you." Her quiet statement was, this time, directed quite clearly at the cultured-looking young man who had first occupied the table - her king. Her head turned beneath her hood towards him, and she gave another slight nod, the light momentarily shimmering through the black tresses concealed beneath her cowl, but illuminating nothing else as she moved. As though all that needed to be said had been, she simply stood alert, as though awaiting an order. Actually, that was exactly what she was doing. Although it was too risky to bow and swear her allegiance in front of an unknown such as this, she could always do that later. For now, she would just serve as best she could without revealing her king's identity.

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Alexander methodically tapped his fingers on the table, since he had no other way of using up time. He had a slightly bored look on his features, but he was paying attention to every detail. He "felt" another piece approaching him, so he instantly composed himself and prepared for battle or a conversation. He wouldn't blindly fight the "piece", unless he was forced to. He saw the other piece(Connor) sit down at the table. Alexander knew that this was another piece in the game. He used his ability named Time Stopper to analyze the other piece. Alexander seemed to stop moving for a split second. This split second seemed like minutes to Alexander, so no one would notice unless their vision was good. He couldn't move his eyes, but he didn't need to. His eyes were already upon Connor's person. He noted every detail down to how many hairs Connor had, since he couldn't risk not having information. He couldn't deduct any information from physical appearance, so he decided to simply analyze the actions of the "piece". He knew that the person in front of him had a bit of grace, so fighting would probably not be a plausibility unless either party started a fight. Alexander also guessed that this person would rather get answers, then fight and lose a chance for information. Alexander knew this, since this is what he would do if he had a chance to. However, he guessed that this person probably only knew as much as everyone else in the game did. He stopped analyzing and stopped using Time Stopper. "May I?" The other piece(Connor) appeared to be trying to start a conversation by showing interest in the books Alexander was going to read later on, so Alexander decided to get to try wasting as little time and get to the point. "I doubt you simply want to ask for a book, but you can have the books anyways." Alexander had picked a book that the library had multiple copies of, so the other piece wouldn't need to ask Alexander to read the book unless the piece hadn't seen the extra copies. "If you're looking for answers, then I cannot help. I am sure that I am as blind as every other piece in knowlede, but I plan on getting answers. I will not reveal what piece I am, since that could prove a weakness if we become enemies later on." Alexander picked up the book and calmly passed them to the other piece, since he wasn't going to read them at the moment.

He felt and saw another piece come into the library, so he tensed his hand and prepared to fight. The other piece seemed to be wearing what would seem as strange attire to most, but it seemed to be normal attire for Alexander. She nodded towards him, so he guessed that she was probably one of his allies or someone looking to become his ally. He moved his hair to the back of his head, so he could reveal his crest and reveal that he saw the other piece. He revealed his crest with subtlety, but the female piece would probably be able to tell that he was a king. "Excuse me," She had a quiet voice, and he couldn't see the details of her face. Her voice reminded him of someone, but he didn't have any memories and he couldn't tell who it reminded him of. He stopped thinking of what the voice sounded like and put his attention back on the situation. He would have said something, if he was asked a question. He decided to wait a bit before saying anything, since she seemed to be looking for someone or something specifically. "I've been looking for you." She finally revealed what she wanted. Any doubts concerning the girl were now dispelled, since she seemed to be in his faction. She seemed to be waiting for an order, but he thought it best to not reveal his rank to the piece sitting next to him, and he quite frankly had no idea what order to give. He smiled calmy and turned his attention back to the person sitting next to him. He thought it convenient that he had met two pieces in such a short time, since he wouldn't have to look for pieces until later on. (Still in library)

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Lotton Cromwell

Gardenia

Lotton wandered the streets, remaining on the side-walk. The occasional raindrop that hit his eyes no longer bothered him. By now, he was completely drenched, and dipping water from nearly all of his clothes. Lotton realized that if he did not get out of this weather soon, he would likely get a cold, or hypothermia, if the storm clouds felt especially mean. That would not bode well if he was going to fight well. From the extremely little he could tell, he assumed that several of the people in the war were either not human, or were like him, but still highly dangerous, Whatever the case, a sickness couldn't be helpful in a war, if he was the one who had it. As a result, he ran out of the rain and into a nearby building. He checked to make sure he was out of the range of the other pieces, and then looked at where exactly he had ended up. The building seemed to be a cafe of sorts. "May I please sit there? I'll go after a minute," Lotton asked to the cashier. "Sure thing. Just leave if we get full and a customer who actually bought something asks for a table," the cashier replied. This was reasonable enough. Lotton could not buy anything, as he had no money, so he just thought while he sat at a table for a very brief moment. He felt a piece in a library. That didn't necessarily mean anything, but it was a mundane area for a piece to be in. Since Lotton sensed it, it must not have been a bishop. Since a piece could be sensed by other pieces, the fact that this was a mundane area could mean that the piece was not very able to maneuver around easily to harder-to-reach places. Either that, or at least one of the pieces on that team were not very mobile. But Lotton had no idea when they met, or where they met first. This was pointless. The entire train of thought was now ruined, with nothing left to salvage it. Oh well. Besides, None of the things Lotton thought of were necessarily true anyway. He simply did not know enough about what he was getting into, or who else was getting into it as well. Lotton had a brief excursion to the rest-room, where he dried himself with Talos by placing his hands on his outfit, and forcing the water to stick to his gloves before dumping it in the sink, and left the building.

Since information was key, Lotton decided it would be best to get to a position where he could easily gather intelligence. Maybe he could do something interesting. He checked his surroundings to make sure nobody was watching, and adjusted his position accordingly. Making sure nobody was around, he focused on the library. The portal he was making now didn't have to be too big. Just enough to be seen through, probably. He concentrated slightly, his features no moving as the portal opened. It was circular, and opened directly to the front of the library. It's border was completely black, and it's diameter was enough to stick his head or hand through. Stretching his black-sleeved hand into the portal, he felt the tingling in his skin again. There were more pieces in the library (Alexander Duodecim, Alaysia Dunoir, Connor). Lotton could sense them through the portal. Acknowledging the scene unfolding, he withdrew his hand as the portal shut. Hopefully theydid not sense him. That was something Lotton did not know if they could do. Then his skin went cold, or colder than it was in the rain. Queens had higher sensory powers than the others. He could not tell if there was a queen there, but it was possible. Hopefully nothing bad would happen, but Lotton had to make sure.

The taller structures in the city shimmered in the light-refracting rain. The lights present everywhere in this city were able to easily able to capture Lotton's imagination. He wished he could remember what type of world he used to come from, but, judging on the technology he was aware of, it was probably more advanced than this world. That didn't matter, however. Lotton was alone. If he was attacked, there would be no one to help him. Lotton began to feel more paranoid. But then, he paused. He was really just being paranoid, and nothing more. Earlier, he had even thought that the members of the war would probably going to be diplomatic upon meeting him. That would likely be the case, but he did not know. He couldn't without meeting the others participating in this war. Lotton stopped his train of thought. He needed cover of some sort, and he had a good idea as to what kind of cover he wished for. Preferably somewhere he could gather more intelligence, very easily. looking to the higher points in the city, he squinted his view. The rain made it too difficult to see where he would be teleporting to. A high-place seemed out of the question tonight. Lotton spent a short time thinking about it, before deciding to head to the inn he saw across from the library. Having no way to pay, he looked for a coin on the ground, before finding what he thought looked like an expensive one. Entering an alleyway, he dropped his suitcase on the ground and looked for random metal debris he was sure nobody would miss, and placed on of his black gloves on some of the metals. His other glove was on the coin, and, after examining it closely, transformed the metals into more of the same coin, and stuffed them all into his coat pocket before picking up his suitcase and leaving. Wandering to the inn, he strode inside. He was drenched again. Inside was a simple, non-descriptive, wood inn. It felt comfy. There was even a functioning fire-place. The man at the front desk said, "Hello. would you like a room? It would be 50 dollars for a night." Lotton removed all of the coins, and placed them on a table. "I'm not from around here. Is this sufficient? Also, I did not rob a mint, if you thought so," Lotton mentioned. "I don't think it would have been that bad if you did. Go on ahead. A good-enough forgery can sometimes work instead of the original," the man said as he tossed Lotton his room key. His was room 23. After moving up the stairs, he found the room he rented, and dried himself with his gloves again, and laid down on the bed after entering. Lotton didn't bother to lock the door. He could still sense the 3 pieces in the library across the street from him (Alexander Duodecim, Alaysia Dunoir, Connor), but for now, he did not care. He was not anybody's enemy yet, if he was correct. He fell into a shallow sleep.

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Connor


Gardenia


Connor then Finally felt another pressing Presence Nearby upon this small girl saying "Excuse me" Sending another Chill down his spine causing him to sit with a straight posture. His eyes turned to this elegant figure of a girl that almost reminded him of...the other. And so he lowered his Hand once she said " I've been looking for you." Confirming his beliefs that these two are apart of whatever's happening here. Connor momentarily sat there in silence Examining the two people that appeared in front of him.

"A medium sized Brown hair male....And a Elegant Shorter Female" For a second his mental note seemed appalling and rude but that's mainly what he had to go off of. "And so she awaits standing ready for anything...Interesting" His eye caught how she was standing out from the corner of his eye. Connor began wondering if he should ask if she always stands so formally but realized that would be rude.


"Pieces? And Roles?" Connor was Curious at this point in time with a grin that came from the words of knowledge that could await.
"I have no Knowledge of anything here. I awoke without a clue or a Hint towards what I'm to do or Suppose to do here. He was trying to ovoid What happened Earlier with the Female and Girl.
"I do believe we should start with formalities though" Connor smiled "I'm Connor, And it's a pleasure to meet you" Connor said quietly but Nicely To both people who were in front of him.


"At least im getting somewhere" He thought happily awaiting to hear more from the person in front of him. Connors posture remained perfect and his eyes Slowly bouncing between the people in front of him (Alexander And Alaysia) Awaiting a Response when he Feels him skin crawl a-lot less then it did the first time but still enough to make him feel weird. Connor did not care for this Feeling and new presence Going back to the task at hand which was talking to these two for Information.

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ALAYSIA DUNOIR

G A R D E N I A





The Homunculus' senses were keen. Consequently, when two subtle happenings occurred, she did not fail to notice them. Firstly, as she approached her King, she caught a glimpse of his hand. Sure enough, an emblem momentarily became visible - a stylized black crown confirming his identity. It seemed her own more unique and symbolic crest was the exception and not the rule, but that hardly mattered, as, the way things were, she couldn't afford to show it. Revealing the emblem now marked upon her upper chest would mean removing her mantle, which would, in turn, mean revealing her identity. Although she had judged by now from the other man's words that he was not a piece of either Plenoran or Seramel, it still wouldn't do to show exactly who she was in front of him. Were he hired by the enemy at a later date, then her identity would be revealed to the enemy, and, at the beginning of a game such as this, concealing herself would be of the utmost advantage. But, on the other hand, simply refusing to give her name would be an improper procedure when she was holding council alongside her king. So, thinking quickly, she took the first, middle, and final letters of her first name to create a quick alias.

"Call me Aya," She said quietly, her voice sounding somehow ethereal as it exited the concealing shadows of her hood. But, at the same time, Alaysia noticed something else. Namely, a small surge of power from closeby, and the momentary presence of an as-of-yet unknown piece. (Lotton.) Although it vanished with scarce a trace a moment later, it was enough to alert the Queen. They were being watched. This place was not safe. But, as of yet, the enemy hadn't made a move. If Seramel was planning to attack this early on, then perhaps it would be best to wait? If this neutral piece was caught up in things, perhaps they'd be able to earn his allegiance more easily. And, it might provide an opportunity to pick off isolated enemies away from their castle. But if only she could warn her king about the danger...

Deciding not to risk her king's safety, she turned back to him, so that the side of her hood would obscure her face from the view of the other piece. Then, raising her head ever-so-slightly, she allowed her mouth to come into view. Then, she mouthed just a few words instead of speaking them aloud, hoping her new master was a skilled enough lip reader to pick up on the message.

"We're being watched."

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Character Portrait: Gregor Wysecrow Character Portrait: Alexander Duodecim Character Portrait: Ormir Character Portrait: Eri Soluce Character Portrait: Kael Skye Character Portrait: Alaysia Dunoir Character Portrait: Connor
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Alexander Duodecim

Gardenia


Alexander wondered if the two pieces near him were human, but he wouldn't ask at the moment. He didn't even know if the male piece(Connor) was an enemy or an ally, since Alexander didn't know much about the other piece. Alexander noted that the male piece(Connor) was studying both him and the female piece(Alaysia), but he didn't show that he noticed. "A medium sized Brown hair male....And an Elegant Shorter Female" Connor seemed to speak his observations out loud, so Alexander held onto this information. This information could be useful later on, if this piece would become his enemy later on. "And so she awaits standing ready for anything...Interesting Connor managed to see Alaysia. Alexander knew that he had the upper hand here, since he had an ally present and the male piece(Connor) did not. Alexander appreciated the fact that this female piece(Alaysia) was formal, but he didn't know how to show his appreciation, without revealing that he is a king to the male piece(Connor). "Pieces? And Roles?" Connor didn't seem to know much about the game, so Alexander had a questioning look on his face. He wondered how a piece could not know about the game, but he decided to not pursue the subject unless given permission to.

"I have no knowledge of anything here. I awoke without a clue or a Hint towards what I'm to do or supposed to do here." Connor said this. Alexander's suspicion that this man was a Plenoran piece was now mostly dissipated. "I do believe we should start with formalities though" Connor smiled when he said this, seeming to forget the fact that this was a war and that death could come at any time. "I'm Connor, and it's a pleasure to meet you," Connor introduced himself, so Alexander though of introducing himself as well. However, he stopped himself before saying anything that could compromise him later on. "Call me Aya," She said her name or what she wanted them to think her name was. He didn't think that she would reveal her name so easily, since names could be a dangerous and powerful thing. He wondered if Seramel would be foolish enough to attack without carefully planning. Alexander could easily make a detailed plan at a second's notice, for obvious reasons.

He noticed that the female(Alaysia) began doing something strange. He prepared to use his ability for observation, but it wouldn't be needed. Alexander read a strange sentence on the lips of Alaysia, so he was quite puzzled. He wasn't very good at lip reading, but he did find it peculiar that she used such a strange form of language. He quickly noticed that he probably misinterpreted what the queen was trying to say. After a couple of seconds, he managed to successfully figure out what she was trying to commune to him. He didn't know how to respond, so he didn't. He knew that the odds were no longer in his favor, so he decided to act quickly and try to get the mysterious piece on his side. He could probably not hold his own against the Seramel faction, yet. He didn't know what abilities they possessed, so he couldn't do much about them at the moment. He decided that he would try to get information on the other faction as soon as he could, so he wasn't blind when fighting them. He guessed that the king of the Seramel faction was probably stronger than he was, so he would probably have to begin training his body. However, he would try to keep his agility, so he wasn't slow. He knew that death would be with consequence for him, since he couldn't be revived at his castle. He would see if any of the maids at his castle knew anything about the war, since the maids would probably have been here the longest. He wasn't good or bad, he just simply didn't want to let his comrades down. He turned to the male piece(Connor) and began speaking. "I'll share what information I have, if you share any information you may come across. I'd discuss further, but I think I should get to the castle now and meet my allies." Alexander had given an offer. He decided to not waste time and prepare to meet his allies, since wasting time could get him killed. "I await your response, Connor." Alexander stood up and walked towards the door, then he used King's Courier He could now communicate with Alaysia and not be heard by the other piece(Connor). "We should probably go to the castle. I doubt we would be able to hold our own without knowledge of our enemies skills and or abilities." He was careful to not force Alaysia to come with him, since she didn't give him permission to order her around.

He then tried communicating with the rest of his comrades, not knowing who they were of course. "I don't know your names or who you are, but we are all in the same faction. My name is Alexander, do not worry about surnames. Do not let on that I am talking to you, since it could be inconvenient for our enemies to know that I can communicate to you without being in your vicinity. This message is being sent to everyone in our faction, so do not expect a personalized message yet. I will be coming to the castle, so I can prove that I am who I say I am." He then stopped using his ability, King's Courier. He didn't expect to be welcomed with open arms so quickly, but he thought it best to alert his allies of his arrival. He didn't want to be thought of as an enemy and attacked on sight.

He didn't want to rule with fear, since that could be a dangerous way to rule. He knew what happened to tyranny, and he quite frankly didn't want to be killed. After all, he was only human, and he didn't know what came after death. He smiled competitively, since this war was going to be a fun time. He planned on winning and not disappointing his comrades, since it would be his fault if his faction lost. He exited the library, and headed for the castle he was to rule.

He didn't worry about the memories he didn't have, since the memories were still a part of his subconscious. He would know if he lost his memories completely, since the memories he had shaped his personality. He guessed that the memories were hidden from his immediate mind, but he didn't plan on unlocking them. He decided to take this chance and forget his past, since he probably wouldn't be able to leave this place.

He wondered what the king of the other castle was like, since Alexander would probably be forced to face the other king. Alexander did not particularly enjoy war, but he knew when it was necessary. He wouldn't grow attached to his enemies, since it would be hard to kill them if he became attached. However, he would allow the enemies to become attached to him, so he could have a strategical advantage. He didn't care much for pride, and he would bow before anyone if it meant he wouldn't let his allies down. He would probably grow attached to his allies, but he probably wouldn't notice. He was now outside the library, so he ran as fast he could towards the castle, not knowing if his ally was following him. He was slightly worried about the unknown presence reported earlier, but he wasn't going to stick around to find out who the presence belonged to. He hoped that his comrades wouldn't simply ignore what Alexander told them to do, since it would be quite annoying to be ignored. He wouldn't force people to follow him, but it would be convenient to not have to spend time convincing someone to do as he says. It was still possible for someone to follow him, but he wouldn't pay attention unless something important was happening. He needed to reach the Plenoran Castle immediately. (On the way to Plenoran Castle.)

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Gregor Wysecrow

Gardenia


He had been walking for fifteen minutes following the tasty aroma he smelt before. Until he came across a small building with huge numbers glowing in blue neon lights: 24/7 Store. Gregor went in, feeling awkward under the stare of the girl behind the counter. He suddenly saw it, the source of such tasty thing. A small oven, with hot-dogs rolling inside. He just knew the name, but wasn’t sure of how. The sense of the other pieces coming and going made him want to retch. How could they go around without having any of these? He put the thought aside.

Somehow, he had managed to charm the girl into giving him some food. He had already eaten three hot dogs and drank four sodas even stolen on some chips until the boss of the girl came in to the store and started shouting at her when he realized he had no coin. Gregor knew he had no currency. So he gave the girl a small gemstone that had been in his pocket. He had left with the man, still angry, and shouting curses. From the entrance he had promised the girl he would come back. He waved a hand and left.

He was exploring the surroundings when a voice intruded his thoughts. "I don't know your names or who you are, but we are all in the same faction. My name is Alexander, do not worry about surnames. Do not let on that I am talking to you, since it could be inconvenient for our enemies to know that I can communicate to you without being in your vicinity. This message is being sent to everyone in our faction, so do not expect a personalized message yet. I will be coming to the castle, so I can prove that I am who I say I am."

He yawned. “Sounds more like a kiddo than a king to me. The time is ripe.” He went on running until the shadow of the castles came into his view. He sensed this so called king and other pieces, his comrades. He followed the way straight into the shadowed castle.

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Ormir & Ekuro

Gardenia: In the city - 1:15


Ormir watched curiously as the bishop (Eri Soluce) stepped closer and extended a hand. Ormir stared at it a moment, her own hand resting lightly on her lips as she puzzled over the motion. 'What could she want?' She only received a bemused curiosity from Ekuro in reply. Ormir glanced behind to see if the woman wanted Ormir to give her something, but saw nothing of interest and Ormir had nothing with her but the clothes on her back, which at the moment consisted of a drenched white top and short tights.

Finally, after only a few seconds had passed, she guessed the woman must want to see Ormir's crest as well. Deciding this must be the case, Ormir carefully rested her arm, wrist up, in the woman's outstretched hand. Lifting her eyes, she cocked her head to the side with a questioning look, as if wondering if that would satisfy the bishop.

To Ormir's surprise, the woman laughed pleasantly. She was not mocking Ormir, as far as Ormir could tell. The woman shifted her hand so she was holding Ormir's and lightly shook it. This only caused more confusion, since Ormir could find no meaning in the gesture.

"Maybe we should save the introductions until we're a bit dryer," the rook (Kael Skye) said. With that, Ormir realized that the woman might have been trying to introduce herself, though she had no idea what the odd shaking gesture meant. She would have to figure it out later, because the rook apparently wanted to get out of the rain. Ormir had already forgotten about the pouring rain, the pleasant coolness a welcome feeling on her skin.

The man motioned toward the castle, which was closer than Ormir would have guessed. Ormir had not gotten her bearings yet in this strange city of light. It seemed she would have to do some exploring later. She walked beside Kael and Ekuro as they progressed toward the castle.

(Leaves to Plenoran Castle)


As they arrived at the castle and quickly made their way inside, Ormir heard an odd voice (Alexander Doudecim) in her mind. She froze, looking around to make sure there were no other presences nearby as she listened to the message. It seemed this Alexander would soon be at the castle. She and Ekuro stood in near the entrance, waiting for his arrival. It was not long before Ormir felt a presence approaching.

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Eri Soluce

Gardenia


Eri’s facials faltered slightly as her handshake went completely unanswered. However, a neutrally amused smile flickered onto her lips as she watched the woman with curiosity, obviously having made the connection that she didn’t understand her gesture (Ormir).

As the dragon woman finally placed her own hand onto Eri’s, it wasn’t too much of a surprise. A pleasant, cheerful laugh passed through smiling lips at the woman’s queer actions. She quickly corrected her misplaced idea, and shifted her hand to clasp the woman’s and shake it.

"Maybe we should save the introductions until we're a bit dryer." Eri looked back at Kael as he spoke, and shrugged nonchalantly after dropping the dragon girl’s hand and walking back over to him. As she did so, she shifted her left hand- which had been holding her fedora pretty much the whole time- up to her head and tipped her hat back onto her head. This time she would be ready if the wind kicked up again.

As Kael pointed over at the large looming castle, a faint smile impressed upon her mouth at how he seemed to know just when the lightning was going to strike. But before she could elaborate more on her thoughts, he spoke out again. "I saw a white one like that earlier. I'm guessing they have something to do with this amazing game we're all so excited about." A grin wriggled onto the bishop’s face at his comment, and she nodded quickly. “Yep, it should be fun. Hopefully it isn’t as dreary inside as it is outside. I might just go crazy if I have to stare at black the entire time.” Her voice was definitely exaggerated; it probably wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

” Maybe we'll even get there before we catch some odd undead hypothermia." Eri let out another laugh, and smirked good-naturedly. “Ah, wouldn’t that be a sad way to end our game?” The bishop mused, striding next to Kael as he began walking towards the Black Castle.

As they walked, Eri suddenly heard something unusual in her head (Alexander Duodecim). "I don't know your names or who you are, but we are all in the same faction. My name is Alexander, do not worry about surnames. Do not let on that I am talking to you, since it could be inconvenient for our enemies to know that I can communicate to you without being in your vicinity. This message is being sent to everyone in our faction, so do not expect a personalized message yet. I will be coming to the castle, so I can prove that I am who I say I am." She paused, confused at first, but soon understanding as the message went on. It was definitely something she was not used to, and reasonably so. There seemed to be all sorts of surprises in this game of chess.

The black bishop quickly made her way back to Kael’s side, the dragon girl trailing them a few feet behind. “You heard it too, right?” She questioned with a half grin, it sounded like such a little kid’s question to her ears. But hey, it’d probably be good anyway to reassert she was not crazy.

(Leaves to Plenoran Castle)

As the trio entered the gates, Eri’s gaze shifted over the grounds, taking in the dark attire of the courtyard. “Do you think something terrible would happen if we were to lighten the place up a bit?” Her gaze stopped on Kael once more as she spoke the question with a sideways grin. The dragon girl stopped a little ways off for some reason or other, her dragon settling next to her. Eri didn’t really take much note of it, as she always seemed to do weird things.

However, soon enough, there seemed to be a voice that came from somewhere behind, who also apparently knew what a dragon was, and who talked like one would in medieval times. Yep, more and more surprises. It'd be entertaining to see how the woman reacted, to say the least.

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Kael Skye

Plenoran Castle




"I heard it." Kael confirmed in answer to Eri's question. The message from the man calling himself Alexander was vague to say the least. The only real information of use was that he was on his way to the castle himself and that he was supposedly their faction's king. Kael absorbed the bit of information and mulled on it for a second as the trio made their way up the short road up to the dark castle's entrance. Glancing at the dark lake nearby, Kael watched as the surface was battered and the calm surface was destroyed during the downpour that continued. Alexander huh... he thought silently, The king is the most important piece in a normal game of chess. When your king is taken, you lose.

“Do you think something terrible would happen if we were to lighten the place up a bit?”

Eri's voice snapped him out of his thoughts as they came up near the entrance to the castle. Looking up at the castle, Kael studied it for a minute. It really wasn't all that attractive to look at, though he imagined it wouldn't look half as bad once the rains let up or the sun came out. If there is a sun... This world looked similar to a few places from before his death, but he wasn't the type to just bet on assumptions. "Afraid you'll get too bored of my winning smile and have to stare at a bunch of rocks now?" He laughed.

Stepping under the overhang before the entrance, Kael shook out the water in his hair in a slightly comical fashion. Turning back to look at Eri, he noticed the dragon woman was no longer with them. Casting his gaze about, he spotted her a little further back the way they had come, apparently waiting on something. As his eyes settled on the woman and her large lizard friend, another movement not far off caught his eye. A man strode up and addressed the woman and her pet (Gregor Wysecrow). Kael listened and caught a bit of his voice for a brief few words. At the appearance of the man, he thought that their 'King' had finally made their appearance, but the voice that he had heard earlier was much different than this man's.

The man drew a sword hilt a moment later and a sword seemed to materialize out of the shadows to form a complete blade. kael could sense a bit of the same feeling from this man as he did from Eri and the other woman, indicating he had some part in this game as well. The way he seemed to be interacting with the woman and her pet, Kael figured he must be a part of their faction as well.

Leaning over, Kael whispered to Eri, "Is it just me, or does it look like that guy is about to get eaten by an overgrown lizard?"

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Lotton awoke with a start. There was not a cold sweat, nor anything to denote surprise besides his wide-open eyes. They remained fixated on the ceiling fan, while it rotated slowly. It obviously had not seen much repair for a while. Then, Lotton looked around for a tool he could use, and found the best one he could hope for: a piece of string that was long enough to reach the ceiling fan. He grabbed the end of the string with two fingers, and, while lying down on the bed in the same position he had been in when he had awoken, he activated the Talos Apparatus, and sent the charge through the string. A small blue spark danced from the tip of his gloved fingers to the string, making it straight and less flexible. He precisely held it against a spot on the fan, and attached it to the fan with another spark. From here, he could manipulate the fan easily and efficiently. And so he did. Within a matter of about a second, he had sent another spark into the fan, and discovered what pieces were there were using a radar-like function of matter. A simple resonating wave. The rest of the second involved him causing a rusty piece in the fan to become as good as new. The string, having fulfilled it's purpose, fell limpid and detached itself from the fan, falling to it's original location on the night-stand. After checking to make sure his suitcase was still there, he looked towards a clock on the wall of the room. A very short amount of time passed since he had begun dreaming. His dream was not necessarily long, but he didn't enjoy the subjective time-difference, He researched it once, and he eliminated it in a human, before reverting the experiment back to it's previous state. Of the many things Lotton did in the name of science, or in the name of killing boredom, he rarely re-did anything, He was never wrong in his studies. There were only a few times where he did not know almost exactly what was going to happen. He had only altered the man's dreams to see what would happen in the man, whom he did not know what reaction he would have. The reaction was only minor psychological stress changes, but Lotton changed the condition back because the time-difference in dreams was important to him. To the mentality of any human, whether they knew it or not. After all, who wants to be in a dream that lasts as long as they sleep? Only to wake up and deal with a different dream called reality? To someone like Lotton, who cherished science but also cherished violence and other unacceptable things, his dreams were a haven of blood, gore, and travesties. But he found it comforting to be in. The loss of a sense of time only exacerbated his resting, before he entered the waking world again.

This time, his dream was tame, being simply about the city he had just entered. It probably did not last long, but it was a welcome change. He felt like he knew what he would normally dream about, but without his memories, he had nothing but this city, at least for that short nap. The thought irritated him. He wished he knew more about himself. He knew he felt guilty, but at least he wanted to know why he felt so guilty. Then, he stopped himself. He really did not want to know. Not now, anyways.

He rolled off the bed, and landed on his side, on the floor, before getting up and turning to the window. He looked outside of it. It pointed to the library across the street, where the other pieces were. Seeing as how he had not died yet, he felt it safe to assume that he was not considered enough of a threat to be attacked, Or maybe he was considered such a big threat that the pieces would move. He felt there presence for a little while longer, before someone exited the building. It was one of the pieces. A young human male with dark hair, and peculiar clothes (Alexander Duodecim). He looked human, but Lotton knew better than to judge others based on appearance alone. The young man was definitely a piece, though. Lotton watched as he turned and walked down the street. Deciding to do a little reconnaissance, he looked up towards the sky, through the window, and focused, opening a portal of a small size in front of his left eye, and having the exit being facing downwards towards the city, from a high-height. The portal was angled so the rain did not fall into his eye, and he watched the young man heading for what he saw to be a castle. A large, Black castle. This would be an intriguing thing to observe, definitely. Maybe he could have some sort of influence in this world if he allied with a castle. Maybe then, he could conduct more research... A pang of memory shot through him, and he decided that maybe it was better not to. Although, he could barely keep the spark of excitement within him. The excitement of learning all there was about something, and then moving on. But it wasn't necessary. His excitement died down as he watched the rain, and the library. If anyone else came through, he might as well be friendly and wave. Not that the pieces could trust him, with his role, but they could probably find his motivations if they asked him, once he found out what they were, himself. Until then, he would probably refuse to join a side, at least with full devotion. He smiled like a snake, his thin lips curving into a sinister half-circle, his eyes slightly more open than usual, revealing their bright-amber colour. Adjusting his tie and placing his hat on his head, he stared out the window at the library, waiting to observe what pieces might exit, if they left from the front of the library. He pulled his gloves on tighter as well, seeing nothingin being lightly more prepared.

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The Homunculus was already by her commander's side, preparing to leave even before he spoke within her mind. Knowing the dangers of remaining within the library now that they'd been spotted by someone, her first objective was to get her King to safety. Making a mental note of his power to speak within the minds of others, Alaysia nodded in response to his suggestion, and then hastily followed him out the door and into the rain. As the water from the heavens poured down all around them, the Queen spread her senses outward into the night, searching for any nearby presence that might hint at a continued threat. And, sure enough, she found it. A faint, flickering power in the sky above, almost too weak to be sensed unless one was either specifically looking for it or simply incredibly aware of one's surroundings. In any case, this time, Alaysia had a little more time, for the surveillance ability, whatever it was, remained active for longer. And, this time, she could also sense an identical energy distortion at another location. That had to be where the enemy was. Looking up, Alaysia found her eyes caught by a black shape across the street, standing idly at a window and staring down into the empty square. Her keen eyes caught a hint of a smirk on his face before a cascade of water from the roof flowed down over the glass, obscuring him from view. She grimaced. Although her identity was concealed by her cloak, it wouldn't do to have an enemy spotting her commander so soon. But at the same time, he'd done nothing to expose his identity, and if she tried to eliminate the target here, it would draw too much attention to herself. So, it seemed that retreat was the best option. Besides, she couldn't afford to tarry and leave her master to his own devices. And so, after a moment of hesitation, she broke away from watching the window, and rushed after her King. With her speed, it took little more than a few seconds to catch up to him.

"Master," She said quietly, her voice's volume carefully calculated to be audible only to the young man running alongside her. Beyond this, her words were drowned out by the wind and the storm. "The enemy piece is still tracking us. He is using a surveillance ability of some sort that leaves energy distortions at both the viewpoint, and his location. Currently, it seems he is not pursuing. He was, however, posted perfectly to watch the library. I believe he might have been sent to watch you. If so, and he is with Seramel, I would venture to guess that we just encountered the enemy's Bishop." Giving this dutiful report, Alaysia lapsed back into silence. However, Alexander might notice that her words told more than just their exact contents. They told him about her. Her demeanor was calm, and collected, her manner servile and obedient. She addressed him as "Master," and did not seem to see fit to question his authority. And, furthermore, given her remarkable perception, he might now also know enough to venture a guess at what piece she was: his Queen.

In any case, there would be a time for introductions later. Right now, what was important was getting to the castle, and out from under the eye of a potential enemy.

(Leaves to Plenoran Castle.)

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Alexander Duodecim

Gardenia


He never revealed that he was king to his allies, but he guessed that the way his voice sounded gave off the feeling of royalty. He wondered what his allies would think of him leading them, since he would soon be introduced to them. He decided that it would be best to simply go to the castle, and learn the abilities and personality of his comrades. He would try to not lose his temper, since that could prove fatal. He didn't want to force his allies to betray him, and he understood that some people were different. He knew that not everything he knew was universal, so he couldn't judge anyone without going deep into philosophy. There was no good or evil, since evil could be seen as good by some cultures. He quickly dissipated this train of thought as soon as he remembered that there was another piece with him. He cared nothing for the fact that it was raining, since the rain was a steady and calming noise. He made sure to analyze Alaysia's every movement, so he could figure out what piece she was without having to ask directly. He raised an eyebrow as he saw her look up, but he didn't use his ability to analyze closer. He wouldn't fight if anyone was still following him, unless the person attacked first.

He wasn't stupid enough to fight without knowing the enemy's weaknesses and or strengths. He waited for her to catch up to him, then he continued on his way to the castle. "Master" She seemed to instantly refer to him as a master of hers. Alexander wondered what he did to deserve her loyalty, but he didn't question it too much. "The enemy piece is still tracking us. He is using a surveillance ability of some sort that leaves energy distortions at both the viewpoint, and his location. She just gave him important knowledge. He guessed that this ability of the other piece was tied to another ability, but he didn't have enough information to be sure. He would kill a whole town of innocents, if it meant allowing his faction to win. "Currently, it seems he is not pursuing. He was, however, posted perfectly to watch the library. She said this. Alexander guessed that the piece was part of Seramel, since the piece didn't seem to want to confront him. Alexander also guessed that the piece would probably not attack, unless the piece knew of Alexander's abilities. "I believe he might have been sent to watch you. If so, and he is with Seramel, I would venture to guess that we just encountered the enemy's Bishop." She seemed to deduct this theory, but Alexander wouldn't rely on this unless he had solid proof. "I would agree with you, if I knew the enemy's members and their abilities. We could simply be facing a pawn. I have a couple of theories, however, I have not finished them yet. I'll finish them a second after I reach the castle." He could finish it in a mili-second if he stopped his sense of time, but he wanted to be in his castle. He guessed that she was a Queen, since only a Queen could sense a Bishop. And, she wouldn't think that the other piece was a Bishop, if she couldn't sense a Bishop. He wondered how he had adapted to the game so quickly, and if the other pieces had adapted. He decided to save that thought for later and hurry towards his castle, since he didn't want to keep his allies waiting. He hoped that his allies were not pitiful, since he could not win the game on his own. He stopped abruptly and looked up at the sky, and smiled. He let the water fall on his face and make his clothes heavier than before. He walked towards the castle, and tried to estimate how much blood he would need to convert to gold for him to be rich. He didn't want to die from blood loss, since that would be an unfit death for a king. "What purpose do I have for playing this game?" He asked this to the rain, since it would not answer. He knew that no one could answer that question besides himself, yet he still wished to know. He managed to quickly get near the Plenoran castle, so he could probably be seen by those with good eye sight. He would have fought the piece who was spying on him earlier, if he had enough information to not get surprised by any abilities that could prove pesky. He didn't plan on telling anyone besides the queen of his powers, since he would need to fool his allies to fool his enemies. He instead planned on telling his allies and enemies of powers that he didn't have, but could easily mimic. (Near Plenoran Castle Entrance.)

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"Very well, master." This was the only thing the quiet Homunculus said in response to the king's dismissal of her theory. After all, what more needed to be said? It was not her duty to try to convince her master of a possibility of which she herself had no proof save for the fact that the individual who she'd sensed happened to have been concealing his presence at least partially. He was right, in her opinion. It very well might have just been a pawn, or some other piece. She'd merely been speculating as to the piece's identity, not actually arguing as to what it was. Besides, she was a servant. It wasn't her place to argue, least of all with her king.

Through the rain, her keen eyes had already caught sight of the castle, and she, like her commander, slowed her pace, stopping and glancing curiously at him as he abruptly halted, looking up to the rainy sky. The loyal Homunculus waited in silence, watching inquisitively from beneath her all-concealing hood, but not giving voice to her lack of understanding of her king's sudden halt. Still, it seemed not to be very important, for he soon took up a slow, yet brisk walk toward the castle gates, and the Queen followed closely by his side. Sliding her pistol back into her bag - she hadn't sensed any presences following them, and having a weapon drawn amidst one's allies had a tendency to break up teams rather quickly - she made her way up to the gates by her king's side. Glancing about her, she bit down on her lip slightly. Was this to be her king's dominion? She didn't know about him, but she didn't exactly like the look of it. The darkness of the courtyard and of the castle's construction seemed a bit off-putting, or perhaps unnatural. And, besides, having the place this dimly lit would reduce visibility, making it easier for infiltrators to enter unseen. Still, it seemed this was the hand they'd been dealt, which meant they'd just have to play it.

Just before they entered, she heard the king speak quietly, asking a question to nobody in particular. She wasn't sure if this was an invitation for her to speak up, or if it had been rhetorical. On the one hand, she didn't want to seem either impolite, rude, or stupid by speaking up when she wasn't supposed to, but she also didn't want to seem ignorant by remaining silent. Opting for a somewhat middle-of-the-road approach, she answered his rhetorical question with a short, indirect reply.

"I was wondering the same thing. I suppose I'm lucky. My purpose here is obvious. Speaking of which," The Homunculus said quietly, a slight smile visible beneath her hood as she abruptly stepped in front of the king, turned, and then knelt before him, bowing low as though unaware of the moisture soaking into her mantle and the stockings beneath from the drenched road beneath her. Then, speaking with a reverence that belied her quiet voice, she said what she'd meant to since first encountering her king.

"I, Alaysia Dunoir, Homunculus and Queen of Plenoran, hereby swear allegiance to you, Alexander, King of Plenoran. Until this body turns to dust, it will exist only to serve you, even unto the end of my existence. Furthermore, I pledge unto you my heart, my mind, and my soul, so that even after my form has returned to the earth, my spirit will yet linger to march with you and your followers to whatever fate awaits us." As the Queen looked slowly up to her king's face, her hood slipped back slightly. At the same time, a ray of moonlight pierced through the clouds above, shining directly down on her dispelling the shadows of her hood, revealing her youthful, earnest face as twin amethyst eyes gazed up upon their master.

"I ask of you, your majesty: will you accept me as your servant?"

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Alexander Duodecim

Gardenia


"Very well, master" She didn't seem to care much about his sudden dismissal of her theory, but Alexander cringed a bit at the thought of being rude. He didn't want to seem as if he was cocky, but he didn't think it would help to apologize. He didn't particularly like discussing, but he would do it if it was necessary. He didn't yet know the piece's personality, so he couldn't judge anything she said without having a flawed view.

He didn't notice that she slowed down as he did, but he would have paid no heed to her since he was too busy looking up. He didn't particularly like the colors of the castle, but he would work with what he had. Perhaps he could use the dark color as an advantage, but he didn't have any possibilities in mind. He felt nothing eerie from the castle, since it would not be filled with those who had ill intentions towards him.

He probably shouldn't have voiced his simple question, but it was too late to take back the question. He didn't notice the vagueness of his question, since he was not as observant as before. "I was wondering the same thing." She seemed to reply to his question. He was a bit confused as to what she was referring to, but he quickly noticed that she answered his question. "I suppose I'm lucky." She said. Alexander didn't believe in luck or chance, but he guessed that she did. "My purpose her is obvious." She seemed to be more sure of her position than he was. He wasn't completely used to the situation, but he wouldn't waste time getting settled. "Speaking of which," She continued. She abruptly stepped in front of him, turned, then kneeled. He was a bit confused as to the suddenness of the action, but he quickly regained his composure and turned a questioning gaze towards her. She was bowing low, so it was inevitable for water to soak her clothes. He would have mentioned this, but he didn't want to interrupt her for something so unimportant.

"I, Alaysia Dunoir" She told him her true name. He guessed that the name he was given before was simply an alias, and that it was simply used due to the other piece being in their vicinity. "Homunculus and Queen of Plenoran," She had just answered two questions that were swimming in his head. The first question he had was concerning her species, and the second was concerning her rank. He had a smile on his face. " hereby swear allegiance to you, Alexander, King of Plenoran. Until this body turns to dust, it will exist only to serve you, even unto the end of my existence. Furthermore, I pledge unto you my heart, my mind, and my soul," She seemed to be quite determined to server him. Alexander wondered if it was even possible to pledge a soul, but he didn't particularly have any use for souls. ", so that even after my form has returned to the earth, my spirit will yet linger to march with you and your followers to whatever fate awaits us." She said this. Alexander looked at the face of the Queen of Plenoran and smiled a calm smile. He was not going to lose this game of chess. " I ask of you, your majesty. Will you accept me as your servant?" She finally asked the question she seemed to have wanted to ask since she met him. "I would have a more formal approach to this, but I seem to have forgotten a lot of my memories. I am sorry for this hindrance." He paused a bit. And to answer to your question, yes, I will accept you as a comrade, but I doubt I will be able to treat you fully as a servant." He didn't think it would be possible for him to treat the Queen as a servant, but he would instinctively act as a king would, even if he didn't know how to act like a king or wanted to. "Anyways, we should probably get going, we wouldn't want to keep the others waiting or get sick from cold." He rarely worried about relationships or emotions, but this was simply due to to him usually being worried about being an effective king and not letting down his faction.

He looked at the gates and slowly began walking towards them. His posture was perfect and he was not nervous in the slightest. He then noticed a piece(Gregor) and all his attention was fixated on this piece(Gregor), so he wouldn't notice any other pieces immediately.

He quickly stopped his perception of time and began to think of ways to approach. The only intelligent way would be to approach with humility and not order the other piece(Gregor) to do anything yet. The world stopped moving for Alexander, so raindrops were standing still, and there was no noise. He couldn't see anything through the rain, so he stopped trying to observe anything and returned his sense of time.

He would no longer assume that every thing was human, since he could die if he assumed such things. He guessed that being greeted with friendliness would probably not be a plausibility, but this didn't discourage him. He had a calm smile on his face and he was not hurried as he approached the gates, since he had an abundant supply of time. He approached Gregor quickly yet calm. He approached a piece(Gregor) and began to speak. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Alexander, your name is?" He cared nothing for appearing powerful, since appearing weak would be a tactical advantage. However, he wouldn't go out of his way to appear weak. He would try to keep his relationships with his allies good, since betrayal could have him killed easily. (Plenoran Castle Gates)

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Eri Soluce

Plenoran Castle


"Afraid you'll get too bored of my winning smile and have to stare at a bunch of rocks now?" A wry smile found its place on Eri’s lips as Kael laughed, and she shrugged, looking at him with the best ‘honest’ face she could manage. “Good sir, my whole existence depends on that smile of yours; but alas, it’s much too dark to view such a spectacle easily.” She rolled her eyes with a humored look to her facials, repositioning her fedora with her index and thumb on her right hand.

Another grin flickered to her lips as Kael shook his hair out. “Yeah, you probably smell like a wet dog too,” The black bishop paused for a few moments before lightly putting her finger to her chin, “then again, I’m probably not exempt to that either.” A soft chuckle easily passed her lips, and that grin reclaimed its position once more. “I hope they have showers in this place.”

Turning her attention to the guy who had just arrived, Eri gained a keen look to her eyes and set to her lips, watching the tension going down with a spectator’s interest. "Is it just me, or does it look like that guy is about to get eaten by an overgrown lizard?" Eri leaned back against the cold stone of the castle’s exterior wall, crossing her arms loosely with a bright smirk. “Wanna place bets?”

Unfortunately, she had hardly said it when things went tranquil again. The dragon definitely heard the man (Gregor) and was obviously displeased with him. But the dragon lady had quite a good control over it, and she departed from the group a ways. Eri let out a fake, disappointed sigh and then rolled her eyes with a faint grin.

“Well, there’s always next time.” She joked, turning back to look out towards the gate once more. Movement finally caught her eye after a small amount of time, and her facials perked up with cheerful interest. Two figures appeared, both definitely having a sense of ‘regality’ if it could be called so. Either way, Eri knew immediately that the man (Alexander) had to be the king.

However, his full interest was currently on the dragon kibble (Gregor), and he appeared to be ignoring the fact that the rest of them were just lingering out of his line of sight. His presence definitely peaked up with her abilities, and because her sense was perked up, she could see him, even through the less-than-keen circumstances. Or at least she thought that was what he looked like, again, less than keen circumstances.

A playful pout etched on her lips, and she walked over to the King. “Hiya, Chief!” A happy go lucky grin was on her face, and she stiffened and saluted to him. She then relaxed, and then scanned him over. “Y’know, it’s hardly fair of you to obsess over Meat-(Gregor)-, here, while the rest of us are standing around getting soaked to the bones~” Her tone was teasing, and held no real anger or discontent. She tipped her hat down in further greeting. “You can assess over us once we get inside, no?”

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Kael Skye

Plenoran Castle




Kael's lips parted in a small grin as Eri's answer came laced with more than a little sarcasm. He didn't glance over to check the expression of her face however, and kept his eyes on the figures a little bit away and continued appraising the situation (Gregor and Ormir). He still wondered what the outcome of the gate's impasse would be. The man pulled a weapon out on the woman and her lizard. From the sound of the man's accent, 'chivalry' and his current actions probably held separate meanings. Maybe he's just frightened of the creature... Kael thought. Wouldn't be too surprising, considering the look the lizard was giving the man at the moment. Kael would feel the same way as the lizard no doubt. Pull a weapon on me, and I'd want to take your head off too...

“Yeah, you probably smell like a wet dog too,” Eri's jab caused him to release the others at the gate from his gaze and glance at her for a moment as he let out a short and quiet laugh. A wet spider would be closer to the truth. But he kept the thought to himself, remembering the female annoyance with spiders. Eri appeared to be human look wise, but then again so did he. Better to be safe than sorry, right?

Kael's vision returned to the gates as the woman and her pet ended their little standoff with the newcomer and headed off in the direction of the lake. To be honest, he was a little disappointed to see her just walk off from the confrontation. Even if they didn't get into it, she could have at least said something. Kael had yet to hear her talk still, and was getting a little bored with referring to her as the 'lizard lady'. But his vision returned to the newcomer now that that awkward standoff was over. Or rather, just above the man's shoulder at the approaching figures to his rear (Alexander and Alaysia). Immediately, he had a small familiar sense about the taller of the two approaching figures. The King... Kael had already known the conclusion before the thought formed in his head. Like there was more of a pull toward this certain individual than any of the others present, even Eri. The game was the only reason he could think of. In a normal game of Chess, the Rook safeguards the King...

Eri left his side quickly enough and walked over to the gates to greet their 'King'. Kael on the other hand figured it was time he reverted back to the style he was used to and stayed where he was to study them from a distance. The man (Alexander), wore an easy smile on his face and was as slender as Kael himself as he paused at the gates of his castle. The woman (Alaysia) that accompanied him was a little of a different story. She was shorter with long, dark hair and stuck close to the man. She was so slight in appearance, Kael thought her more of a girl than actual woman. Sticking so close to their King would normally mark her as their Queen, but Kael had made enough assumptions for the present and would find out more information later.

Turning from the small group at the gates, Kael faced the doors of the dark castle and stepped close enough to rest his palms on them and push. For a second, they didn't move and held fast. The crest on his hand pulsed for a slight moment and then the doors began to swing inward by themselves. A loud groan echoed from the hinges over the front of the building as the doors opened wide. The moisture in the air from the rain being the possible cause. Either that, or the castle is as creepy as it looks... Taking a step into the doorway out of the rain, Kael built up the current he felt inside himself and discharged it outward through his clothes, body, and hair quickly, drying his person almost instantly. The display sent bright arcs into the air in a small area around him for a moment as it contrasted with the dark surrounding.

"Well," he took another step into the castle, "where the hell is the kitchen? I'm freaking starving..."
(Enters Plenoran Castle)

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Gregor Wysecrow

Plenoran Castle Gates


The King had approached him and said “It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Alexander, your name is?” Gregor had been pondering if this was one of those kings of old who arrived too early to their thrones. “A King must address himself as King. “He said, using his most humble tone. It wouldn’t do any good to sound arrogant.

“Gregor Wysecrow…” He was about to speak the rest of his speech as a shout came from behind him. “Hiya, Chief!” “Y’know, it’s hardly fair of you to obsess over Meat, here, while the rest of us are standing around getting soaked to the bones” Gregor wondered what she (Eri) meant by meat. “You can assess over us once we get inside, no?” The echo of her voice was absorbed by the rain.

“Gregor Wysecrow is my name. My Sword is at your service.” He said with a solemn and deep voice. He looked at the king’s eyes, but didn't bow nor kneel. He threw a quick look at the queen. He sensed it and tried to locate her crest to no avail. “It must be under the clad.” He thought.

“It would proper to end this talk inside. There are some things that are better unspoken whilst it rains." He looked at the king, then the queen, looking for consent. He turned around and walked to get inside the castle.

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Ormir + Ekuro

Plenoran Castle Area


Though Ormir gave off a sense of calm, Ekuro's intense suspicion of the man (Gregor Wysecrow) was making her tense. Slowly the dragon began to relax as his attentions left them, attracted by something much more critical than a unnecessary unease about Ekuro. It seemed their king (Alexander Duodecim) had arrived. From that strong, royal, and seemingly magnetic presence, Ormir knew it could be no one else. Alongside the king was another piece that was most likely the queen (Alaysia Dunoir). No other name would come to mind, so she figured she was correct.

She stood for a moment at the edge of the lake, her face turned toward the gate as she sensed the bishop (Eri Soluce) and the man (Gregor Wysecrow) approach the arriving royalty. She could just barely make out their shadowy figures through the driving rain. She was reluctant to approach them, due to her last interaction, but this did not temper her pleasure at the king's arrival. She wished to greet him and give him an assurance of her loyalty, but she also felt the urge to scout the area to make sure no threatening presence was approaching the castle and its king.

Ekuro, already eager to take to the skies again, opted for the latter and Ormir leapt into the saddle. Without a wasted moment, Ekuro sprinted toward the castle and began scaling it. There were many decorations that served to make the climb easy, and soon they were perched on the highest turret as a solitary flash of lightning boomed in the sky somewhere behind the castle, the first Ormir had seen in several minutes. It seemed that the storm was beginning to lose strength.

Ekuro launched himself off, and they swooped down several feet above the small group at the gates before silently sweeping into the city. There did not seem to be any presences in the immediate area, but Ormir felt someone (Lotton Cromwell) just on the edge of her range, someone who felt neither threatening or friendly. Deciding they were not an issue at the moment, Ormir and Ekuro turned back toward the castle.

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Lotton looked through the portal before the male piece(Alexander Duodecim) he was viewing from above seemed to stop, look up, and smile. Lotton's smile grew wider as well. His body began to quiver in anticipation. This war might be really good, especially if that piece could deduce Lotton's location. Maybe it was the king. That made things even more interesting, before Lotton stopped smiling for a moment. He doubted the piece could see his nickel-sized portal while looking straight into the rain. It didn't matter. Lotton already felt happier. Looking at the male and the hooded figure (Alaysia Dunoir) behind him, along with numerous other figures making their to the black castle, he could only assume these were Plenorans. The hooded figure (Alaysia Dunoir) stooped to a bow before the male figure (Alexander Duodecim), as Lotton re-focused his vision on them. He would rather not move his portal closer, for fear of his own safety, nor would he want to project his voice, for there was no reason to, at the moment. It would be best if he let them know once they were all in the same spot. Lotton turned his attention to the castle they seemed to be approaching, and moved his portal closer. From here he could see the dragon and the woman it seemed to be protecting (Ormir and Ekuro), as well as a man dressed in a somewhat-knightly garb (Gregor Wysecrow). He seemed to be playing with his sword and making the dragon on edge. Usually, Lotton could not care less for most people, how they conducted their business with friends and allies. He doubted he could even share feelings with the other pieces. At least, not yet. He hadn't made a friend of any of them yet. There was also a white-haired youth(Kael Skye) and a girl with a black fedora on (Eri Soluce). Lotton pushed his own hat up, relishing it's feeling. To Lotton, it felt like someone else had a good taste in hats. Lotton couldn't help but to smile fondly.

As the dark haired male(Alexander Duodecim) and the hooded piece(Alaysia Dunoir) made their way to the castle, and introduced themselves, Lotton observed. He could see the greeting seemed to have gone well, although he could not hear anything, to be honest. The rain, and the distance of his portal made it difficult. That was fine, though. He turned the portal 90 degrees to face horizontally from it's downward-facing orientation, as he had the non-descript circle move around the Plenorans, simply watching them from different angles, before the portal decreased in size until it vanished. Lotton took his suitcase and played one of his sleight-of-hand tricks and made it vanish using his House of Cards. It simply swung it behind his back, and let go of it. Once his self stopped registering it's existence, he knew it was located in a safe place he could always retrieve it from. Before causing his portal to vanish, there was something his brain did not register as important at the time, but he decided to look at it anyway. He returned the portal to a bird's-eye-view, and looked down at the library again. There was a figure(Connor) at the top, doing nothing at all. Lotton remembered times when he would sit, motionless for days on end, absorbed in his own thoughts. During those tenures of frozen time, he would always try to think of something meaningful, but would always lapse almost immediately into something practical. Maybe that was why he remembered those times: because they were practical, instead of meaningful. This realization saddened Lotton, slightly. But, it didn't matter. After storing away his suitcase, he did the same with his other supplies, and left the inn, wandering out into the rain after a farewell to the kind bartender. Without even walking very far from the area, he could still sense the piece on the rooftop. It was neither Plenoran or Seramel. It must be another neutral. Lotton had no idea that there was another neutral in this game. Despite the logic being extremely fallible, he decided to theorize that, if he was not the only one, then there may be a 3rd. Welp, another theory for another day. It was not meaningful to him, yet. Besides, a neutral doesn't really have to do anything if they do not want to. But Lotton was too excited to ignore this opportunity.

Maybe he could get something extremely valuable. Maybe he could try and sell some of his things or services for information on the members on each side of this chess game. The results could be interesting. He decided to give it a shot. He heard the thunder, the lightning illuminating everything before the sharp noise rang. He looked up at the sky, and saw a shadow circling around. At one point, it's radius of flight intersected with his radius of sensing. He could feel it was a piece, and judging by the dragon, the Plenoran dragon and woman(Ormir and Ekuro) he saw earlier. She seems to have taken flight, and seems to be patrolling, judging by her flight patterns. Also, judging by her flight patterns, it looked like her patrol route was predictable enough. It did not have to be for what he was about to do. Quickly, Lotton ran into the nearest alleyway he could find and began to find metals. Metals were denser, and therefore, gave him more materials to build with. After musing for a very short moment on how he always seemed to be going to alleyways for supplies, he re-focused on his mission. Quickly grabbing some metal debris, he held his finger on it, as a spark went through his finger and into the metal. It began to form into a metallic bird, with a short-lived, but probably sufficient power source and rudimentary guiding system. It even had a glowing light on it's 2 sides to attract attention from a small distance away. He etched a message into it using his finger, so the message was visible on the outside, in plain English. Maybe they did not understand English, but he didn't really know what else to do. He could try other languages as time went on. He sent the bird on it's way to intercept the patrol route of the Dragon. On the side of the bird was etched the message, "If you want, I can help you with the war, but I might ask for something in return. I'll be in an alleyway somewhere, most likely." Lotton relaxed and smiled to himself. He may change sides later, just for kicks, but for now, he might as well keep himself busy.

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Character Portrait: Gregor Wysecrow Character Portrait: Alexander Duodecim Character Portrait: Ormir Character Portrait: Eri Soluce Character Portrait: Kael Skye Character Portrait: Alaysia Dunoir
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ALAYSIA DUNOIR

G A R D E N I A





"I am honored by your generosity, sire," The Homunculus said dutifully, crossing her right arm over her heart in a posture of respect and gratitude. She smiled with what might have been relief, shutting her burgundy eyes against the rain and lowering her head, her hood falling over her features once more. Idly, Alaysia noticed something odd. The moisture now staining her face wasn't all rain. For reasons she couldn't recall, her heart suddenly felt heavy, as though burdened by an unknown memory, and she had begun to silently cry. Even as she rose to follow her new master, the tears continued to fall, unseen by all as they vanished amidst the shadows of her hood.

It felt like.... she had failed, somehow. She faintly seemed to recall another master, now deceased, who she had greatly loved, and, yet, had been unable to save. She, his servant, had failed to fulfill her vows unto him. And now she'd just made the same oaths to a new sovereign, one who, she realized, she might fail in the same regard. But the Homunculus was not one to wallow in grief or self pity. Rather, this knowledge gave her only one feeling: renewed determination. She must have failed once in the past, but she wouldn't fail again. This time would be different. She would sooner die a thousand times than see her master fall. And so, as she followed the others into the castle without complaint or interjection, she gazed slightly up at the sky, allowing the rain to wash away the last of the teardrops she couldn't understand.

I know not who you are, former master of mine. But, please. I beg of you, wherever your spirit lingers... will you forgive me if I serve another king?

A flash of lightning lit up the heavens, and the roar of thunder resounded through her thoughts. The Homunculus gave a melancholy smile. This answer was more than sufficient.

Thank you.

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Character Portrait: Gregor Wysecrow Character Portrait: Alexander Duodecim Character Portrait: Ormir Character Portrait: Eri Soluce Character Portrait: Kael Skye Character Portrait: Alaysia Dunoir
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Alexander Duodecim

Gardenia: Plenoran Castle Gates


Alexander awaited the response of his Homunculus(Alaysia) ally. "I am honored by your generosity, sire," She said this as if it were her duty to. She seemed to hold him in high regard. Was she smiling? Did he do anything to cause that? No, it couldn't possibly be that easy to make someone happy. Alexander didn't see Eri walk up to him, since he was still busy studying Gregor. He decided to study each piece individually, since studying a group could prove all at once could prove hard. "Hiya, Chief!" She seemed to be having fun and she was smiling, but this could simply be a facade. She saluted him and he replied with a simple wave. He didn't show that he was surprised, but he was internally flustered. He was being scanned, so he let himself be studied. He didn't particularly enjoy being observed like a test subject, but, circumstances called for this. "Y'know, it's hardly fair of you to obsess over meat, here, while the rest of us are standing around soaked to the bones~" Was she.... teasing him? He was surprised that she could be so happy and...he couldn't quite think of the correct word to define her. He guessed that her tipping her hat down was meant as a greeting. He would've done something with his crown, but he wasn't wearing it, and it would be awkward to pull it out just to greet someone. "Hello," Alexander decided to try subtle teasing," I'm terribly sorry for not noticing you, but I am simply studying Meat, as you called him." Alexander didn't actually think the man was named meat, but he knew that there could be different cultures here and that his upbringing was not universal. "You can assess over us once we get inside, no?" She didn't seem to enjoy the rain. "Of course I can. I don't know your name madam, but I wont ask at the moment." He didn't want to continue this conversation while they were still in the rain. He was beginning to finally understand who his subjects were, but he couldn't quite judge them, until he managed to spend more time with them. He didn't notice kael, since he was busy studying the pieces near him.

He heard a groan from nearby, but he paid no heed to it. It was probably one of his allies, and he quite frankly, didn't want to bother anyone at the moment. "A king must address himself as King." The piece(Gregor) he had approached earlier seemed to be humble, but Alexander highly doubted that this was sincere. He mentally slapped himself for thinking such thoughts. He shouldn't be suspicious of his allies. If one of his allies was tried for heresy, then he would have already lost. "Oh?" Alexander seemed slightly amused. "If I were to be too sure of my position too early on, then wouldn't I look like a foolish and mad king?" He would have explained in more detail, but he didn't want to catch a sickness while outside. He wasn't sure how advanced this town was in the science of medicine, and he didn't want too have to find out anytime soon. "Gregor Wysecrow..." Gregor, as he now revealed to be his name, was cut off by the previous talking of the female piece(Eri). "Gregor Wysecrow is my name. My sword is at your service." He had a serious tone to his voice. He didn't kneel, but Alexander didn't expect this. "It would be proper to end this talk inside. There are somethings that are better unspoken whilst it rains." Gregor said this, looking at Alexander and Alaysia for consent. "It would do us good to figure out where everything is located in the castle." Alexander was planning out strategies already, but he would have to factor in different things. He didn't even know what abilities his allies had, he would have to fix this problem. He thought he saw a dragon, but surely there wasn't any here, were there? Weren't they just creatures of myth? Yes, that must have been it. Oh god, was he hallucinating now? He stopped thinking these idiotic thoughts and got back to reality. "I am going to the castle now. You may follow me if you wish."

Alexander began walking towards the castle. He quickly but calmly reached the entrance, then he simply entered. He had hoped that the castle would have it's own library, but it would be highly unlikely. This town seemed to be a strange mix of modern and olden buildings, but then again, how would he know what was normal and what was strange? A history book would be convenient, but nothing would ever be easy. Life, sadly, just didn't work that way. He thought that the castle should have seemed strange to him, but for some reason, he felt as if he belonged here. Sure, the castle seemed eerie and empty, but he heard the occasional servant scurrying around. He would have called out for someone, but he then remembered that he was to be followed by his allies. He turned around swiftly, expecting one of his allies to be behind him.
(Inside Plenoran Castle; near entrance.)

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Alexander Duodecim

Plenoran Castle


A simple dream

He was floating above what appeared to be a... cliff? He couldn't quite make it out. It appeared to be an amorphous shape, but then again, this could just be some sort of heat. "Oh no, not again." He just noticed that he was once again in the air, the last time being when he fell to Gardenia. However, he wasn't falling this time. He guessed that he was being suspended in the air by something, but he wasn't lucid enough to think further. He looked back at the hill, seeing a cocky looking person there. This person appeared to be looking down at something as well, but Alexander couldn't even try to guess what the other was looking at. He didn't think to try communicating, since his mind was still partially asleep. He awoke, slightly intrigued. What was that cliff, and who was that person? Perhaps one of the people in the castle knew, since the people here were tied to the game.

He thought he heard a voice before waking up, but that was probably his overactive imagination. Then again, he has experienced stranger things since he's been here. For example: not having conscious memories, falling from out of the sky, and apparently being a king. He had introduced himself to almost everyone at the Plenoran castle, or at least tried to.

He sat upright and rubbed his eyes, focusing his vision on what was in front of him. Such a strange thing occurence it must be for someone to suddenly be king, yet he felt as if he belonged in a place of power. His vision appeared strange, as if he was looking through some sort of surface. He methodically got out of bed and began to plan the rest of day. He should try getting as much information as he could, upon the three most important subjects: Plenorans, Seramels, and the city itself. He guessed that there was nothing else to the game than what was already explained, but there was still the nagging feeling at the back of his mind. He would check the castle to see if there were any books or documents pertaining to the nature of the game. He saw something dropped in front of a mirror: a shoe he had dropped the day before. He must've been clumsy the night before and accidentally left his shoe out. He didn't consider the fact that servants would have probably cleaned it up, since he doubted they would enter unnanounced.

"M'lord, do you have any requests of me?" A young maid asked, bowing politely. She seemed to be gazing at him somewhat questioningly, as if he were out of focus. "I have knowledge of this city from the short visit I had into town earlier, but I doubt my knowledge is as extensive as yours. From what I have observed: this city is named Gardenia, it appears to be modern from what I can tell, and I'm a part of this game. Is there anything I don't know?" Alexander asked, noticing her questioning look. His voice sounded somewhat foreign and as if it had more cockiness to it, but his words appeared to be formal and proper. He smiled a bit, this must have been extremely confusing to the young maid who had entered his room. "M'lord, as you know, this city is named Gardenia. I as well as the people directly involved in the game, appear to have innate knowledge concerning the game. The mayor, Ozeus, is supposedly the on ewho made this city. However, it is unknown if he has any ties to the game itself." The maid named Maribelle informed Alexander. Alexander temporarily stopped his sense of time and decided to think about the information he was just given. This information was extremely vague, but, he guessed that she must have thought it important. The mayor seemed like an interesting figure to investigate later on. However, he didn't want to waste his time chasing something that might not be there. He was not the type of person to jump headfirst into a fight without knowing his opponent. He resumed his sense of time, and decided to dismiss the maid. "You are dismissed. Thank you for the information." His voice and formality still contradicted each other, but he paid no heed if he noticed this. He returned to the subject of the shoe he appeared to have dropped in front of the mirror, and prepared to pick it up. He would have asked the maid to pick it up, but, he needed to investigate that himself. He walked towards the shoe and picked it up. Nothing interesting about the shoe... he had just wasted his time. At least he managed to kill time.

He sighed, then noticed some stranger out of his peripheral vision. He grabbed for his sword, but it wasn't on his person. He turned to the mirror while doing this, and he then noticed that he was the only person there. He felt his face and noticed subtle differences. He decided not to question what had happened, and instead, he just left the room. He exited his room and closed the door before him. He was prepared to go out to Gardenia. He would have alerted his allies, but he had no idea if they were asleep or awake. He decided to wait a bit, then go and leave the castle if no one appeared to be awake. Perhaps they had the same strange occurrence, but it was highly unlikely. Then again, he didn't know what normality would be. It wasn't infuriating having little memories, but instead, it was inconvenient. he could have used his prior knowledge if he had any, but sadly, life wasn't that easy.

He had waited a minute or so, but no one appeared. He decided to instead go to the exit to the castle. Perhaps someone would find him there, if not, he would leave. He decided to wait at least a couple minutes. (Near the castle entrance/exit)