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Post by emayex on Feb 2, 2010 10:07:01 GMT
Rasiel skidded around the corner, a grin alighting his face as soon as Bel came into view again. As usual, the older prince had been right. There were many servants bustling around after all, and although being small usually didn't work in Jill's favour, this time the tables were turned - it was Bel who would have a hard time getting through the crowd.
"Shishishi," [/b] Rasiel laughed softly, starting forward again. Almost immediately he stopped, hands in his pockets and staring in front of himself in wonder. The wires were all but invisible, of course - no sunlight touched them, and positioned ever so carefully, even with such little planning time. However, that didn't stop Rasiel from noticing the many knives embedded into the stone walls. Pathetic. He started forwards again, towards the wires, until he was nearly on top of them. One of Rasiel's hands came out of his pocket, a single finger outstretched to gently touch one of the wires. Immediately he felt a small sting as the wire cut into his skin. A soft splash of blood welled out, a single drop falling to the floor. An insane grin quickly spread onto his face, a giggle forcing itself past his lips. "Ushishishi~"[/b] Rasiel brought the bleeding finger to his mouth, his tongue swiping over the small wound with ease. All the while, he was walking away, although still facing the trap Bel had set. When he was a metre away, Siel's hands plunged once more into their pockets, a moment later coming back out, lazily spreading his arms, each hand letting go of a whole heap of knives. The knives didn't go slicing towards the wires - no, instead they went for the knives suspending the wires in place, loosening their hold embedded in the walls. With an eerie smile, Rasiel noted the fact that the wires were now starting to sag. Spreading his arms again, although without any knives flying out unexpectedly this time. His hands were empty. "Be~l,"[/b] Rasiel called out, walking forwards confidently once again. "How long are we going to play this game?"[/b] Behind his fringe, Rasiel's eyes glinted malevolently. "Ushishishi.[/b][/blockquote] [OOC: CRAP IT'S REALLY LONG ]
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Post by C.C. on Feb 3, 2010 9:40:00 GMT
[OOC: That's cheating, THAT'S CHEATING! Oh wait, Siel doesn't have PtR mode. And you said 'shishishi or ushishishi' three times for no particular reason ^^] After setting the trap, and making sure the positioning was perfect, Bel dashed into the crowd. Hopefully, Siel would be cut by those wires and into pieces, and when that happened, he wanted to be there to see it. That was why he positioned himself behind one of the food trolleys in the corridor, quietly waiting.
It was to Bel's extreme surprise when Siel dispatched his trap with ease. That was something not expected. He was about to duck and run down the corridor, when Siel spoke.
"Be~l! How long are we going to play this game?"
Behind the trolley, Bel's grin, which previously had faded, widened again. Siel's purpose was obviously to pin-point his position with his voice. Well, let that happen.
"Until you die, obviously, Siel,"
[/color] he grinned, before kicking the trolley towards his brother's direction. Now, you must remember that 6 year old boys are not very tall, and it was remarkable already that Bel could push something so large with so much force behind it. Then, to be safe, he let loose a dozen knives before running back into the crowd.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [OOC: Tiny post, but no muse T_T]
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Post by emayex on Feb 5, 2010 12:33:44 GMT
[OOC: Ah shush. You yell at me every day about Princest, anyway, and set people in my class on me so you shouldn't be complaining! And why is there a...food trolley in the...corridor?] Seeing the trolley rocket towards him with a speed he hadn't expected, Rasiel's grin faded slightly. He dove to the side, the heavy trolley whizzing past him with centimetres to spare. The knives following behind it sliced past where he had been standing mere moments ago.
That had been unexpected. With the danger past, Siel allowed his smile to take over once more, looking more dangerous than ever. So his younger brother had managed to catch him off guard with a hearty push of a trolley. He wouldn't get a second chance.
But now, Bel had disappeared into the bustling crowd of servants and the like; what a waste of effort it would be to try and find him. Siel's mouth tightened at the thought of his twin escaping.
"Get out of my way," [/b] he hissed to the crowd, wincing internally at what he was about to do.[/blockquote] [OOC: LOL, I'm even more museless than you. Complete piece of crap... ]
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Post by C.C. on Feb 12, 2010 6:51:14 GMT
[OOC: Because of reasons that I don't remember, (something about Max not listening to me and me threatening her countless times with princest) I now declare that Princest is canon in this thread as soon as Max gets on again so I can tell her.] Bel heard the deafening crash as the trolley smashed into the wall, but no sickening crunch of bones. Serves the servants right for treating a prince like that. Although, of course, they did serve to create good hiding places. He dared to peak out a millimeter from where he was concealed, noticed that Siel's tiara was still on his head, scowled, and continued on his way.
A glint of silver caught the light as Bel hurried back into the crowd, throwing knives left and right in no apparent pattern. He threw them low, so that the wires were almost invisible and close to the ground - anyone who walked into them would trip, and hopefully get their feet sliced off. So what if a few hundred servants had to be fired for loss of limb, and therefore were unable to keep working? That didn't matter to the young prince one bit.
When he assumed that he had thrown enough knives, Bel paused where he was, crouching, and stabbed a knife into the ground with all his might. He then grabbed the trailing wires and wound them securely three times around the knife, before tying a knot. Behind him, he could hear screams of pain as the stupid servants walked into his traps. Bel scowled. They were intended for Siel, not the servants. If this continued, it would be easy to spot where the wires were.
"Another step closer and you'll be lying at my feet,"
[/color] young prince Bel commanded, holding up an array of knives threateningly. It was ironic that both princes kept throwing death threats (which they would most likely carry out) on the servants. And then Belphegor turned and ran.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [OOC: Max, msn me if you don't get this. (WOOT, MUSE)]
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Post by emayex on Feb 17, 2010 11:20:36 GMT
[OOC: Aggh, it's been such a long time that I don't even remember your explanation anymore. Wait. I'm dredging it up..it's there somewhere...Now to kick my muse to life. *lifts foot* And I've just realised that it's extremely strange to have that many servants just randomly walking around. Like, in a bunch like that. Don't you find it odd too?] Rasiel let out a disappointed huff as Bel ran back into the crowd of servants. A handful of knives dug themselves into the floor before him and he twitched slightly.
As soon as the servants began crying out in horror, the answer flashed into Siel's head. One of the unlucky commoners crashed onto the ground only a metre away, blood pooling on the ground from various slice wounds, all near the feet.
"Another step closer and you'll be lying at my feet." [/b] Had that statement been aimed at him? Rasiel wasn't sure, but just in case another shit eating large grin spread over his face. "Come on, Bel~"[/b] he crooned, a hand reaching out for the trolley that had nearly smashed into him mere moments ago. "We're not running away again, are we?"[/b] Ignoring the servant lying in a bloody pool of blood, Siel suddenly moved, throwing all of his weight behind the trolley and launching it back into the crowd again. The smile turned a notch arrogant. Those stupid commoners. They didn't move when he told them to, so they would die. Probably. It all depended on the trolley's course, but a thought like that didn't faze Rasiel. "Ushishi, Bel, stop running,"[/b] he commanded imperiously, watching the trolley smash through the prone form of the lone servant before tipping onto its side, its forward momentum still propelling it. Rasiel watched in satisfaction as it slid further down the corridor, the trolley bending some of the wires suspended along the ground into the light. "The King isn't pleased."[/b][/blockquote] [OOC: Oh. Hey, my muse returned temporarily. The post was still full of failness, though...] CC Edit: Spelling Error
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Post by C.C. on Feb 22, 2010 9:29:30 GMT
[OOC: Shut it.] "Ushishi, Bel, stop running."
After a while, it occurred to genius prince Bel that running away from his stupid brother and setting down traps may be considered a little too cowardly for a prince. Yet he knew, somewhere deep down, that he couldn't win in a one to one fair battle. But naturally, young genius prince Bel ignored that feeling. Consciences were for commoners.
"Ushishishi, I'm right here. Something wrong with your eyes, dear brother?"
[/color] The last two words were spat out as sarcastically as possible. He stepped out of the shadows dramatically, and heard a gasp from the nearest servant. He was ready now. Taking a step forward, Belphegor flung a dozen knives (he had been hiding them behind his back) with full force at Siel. Then, expecting a counter-attack, he threw himself to one side, flipped, and landed back on his feet. Both hands grabbed knives from hidden pockets and he grabbed them, ready for any knives (or otherwise) which would come his way.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [OOC: Urgh, so museless]
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Post by emayex on Feb 24, 2010 13:00:42 GMT
[OOC: Are they just going to run in circles around each other for the whole duration of this, CC? I feel like radically changing this NOW And WHAT'S WITH THE SERVANTS.] "Shishishi." [/b] With a dozen knives of his own appearing in his hands, Rasiel flung them at the ones descending on him, pushing aside their trajectories so all of them (including his own) clattered to the floor beside him uselessly. However, Jill made no move for a counter attack, a childish grin lighting his face at the way Bel went through an acrobatic act. "There's nothing wrong with my eyes, brother."[/b] Instead of drawing out more knives, Rasiel merely stood where he was stock still, fingers not even twitching towards hidden weapons. Had he succeeded in unnerving his brother enough? Rasiel wasn't quite sure, but he knew Bel was probably quite wary by now. The older twin paused for a moment, before swiftly turning on his heel and heading back in the direction that both of them had come from, making sure that there weren't any errant knives on the ground. "See you, Bel!"[/b] Siel called back cheerfully, although he didn't turn around. Let's see what Bel would make of that. Siel's mouth cracked into a self satisfied grin. "Ushishishi~!"[/b][/blockquote] [OOC: Okay, have I succeeded in confusing you enough yet? I don't really know what to make of this, but there has to be a change...randomly chucking knives at each other DOES get monotonous after a while...and Rasiel wants another chance to throw a teddy bear head at Bel!]
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Post by C.C. on Mar 1, 2010 9:30:14 GMT
[OOC: LOL! I just realized you started and ended your post with a 'shishishi' xDD] As Rasiel turned around and began walking back the way he had come, Bel tensed. If he knew his brother as well as he thought, this was a trick. There would be an attack coming, from the side or above, most likely. Although he kept one skillful eye on the retreating back of his brother, Belphegor was also analyzing the situation.
However, it seemed that Siel really wasn't going to attack. The younger twin almost let out a sigh of relief, but caught his mistake at the last moment. With his guard significantly lower than usual, Bel took a step forward and grinned. "Shishishi, running away like the coward you are, Siel?"
[/color] he asked boastfully in a carrying voice. Bel's hand twitched towards his knives, but he managed to stop himself. Shooting knives at a person's back (no matter how stupid they are) wasn't very...nice. And totally didn't obey the laws of war or whatnot. The prince rolled his eyes. Laws of war? Who obeyed those anymore? "Ushishi..."[/color] One knife would be enough. With a wicked grin, he sent a single knife slicing through the air decisively, making minimal noise as it sped towards its target.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [OOC: OTL museless again]
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Post by emayex on Mar 8, 2010 9:45:33 GMT
[OOC: Here comes a crappy new post..enjoy?] To be honest, Jill hadn't really known what he would do next when he had turned around to leave. He had known that he wanted some food, but the kitchen was for commoners and the dining room was in the opposite direction, meaning that if Jill turned around again...well, first of all there was Bel. And then there was the fact that Rasiel would look like an utter idiot.
And everyone knew that was nonsense. Royalty could never be considered stupid. Except for Bel, of course - he was the exception to that rule, in Rasiel's mind.
There were a few moments of silence as Rasiel began walking back. Tense, but still smiling to himself, the older prince had almost anticipated the literal knife to the back.
Siel flattened himself against the ground, watching Bel's knife whizz overhead. The smile twisted, turning into a light, happy - if not slightly arrogant - grin. His mind was made up.
Throwing a glance back in the case that Bel decided to throw more knives, Jill dashed down the corridor, taking a right turn when the hallway branched into two.
"Ushishishi, Bel," [/b] he sang, laughing openly. Because Rasiel had one destination in mind. And that was the abandoned teddy bear's head, lying on the ground where the twins had first started exchanging verbal insults.[/blockquote]
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Post by C.C. on May 17, 2010 8:13:56 GMT
[OOC: The awesome me is here xD *Bak'd*] Young Prince Bel frowned to himself as Rasiel dodged the knife with relative ease. His stupid brother must have been expecting an attack. But then again, what else could he expect simply by walking away from his cute little brother opponent? Bel to start screaming and shouting and crying and whatnot? ...Unlikely. Actually, he rephrased that to: impossible.
But then Siel's pace picked up, and the younger sibling mentally berated himself slightly for not paying full attention to the situation and rather thinking about how his foolish little brother was. He dug his heels into the ground and sped off after him with a laugh. "What, scared?"
[/color] Bel giggled, a knife poised as he followed Siel down the corridor. "Shishishi, running away?"[/color] The words were phrased as a challenge, and if Siel didn't respond, it would mean he was too scared. It also meant he wasn't fit to be a prince or king or any type or royalty. As they turned right, Bel tensed himself and released three knives with remarkable accuracy for a 6 year old. Tightly grasping the wires, he jerked one of them back just before they were about to hit their target. From there, he flicked them around and sent them hurtling at Siel again, essentially destroying the timing while the other two continued to fly at normal speed.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by emayex on Jul 9, 2010 2:48:16 GMT
[OOC: Gah, museless]
The reason Prince Rasiel did not respond to Bel's challenge was simply because he hadn't heard him...or that was what he tried to tell himself as he dashed through the corridors of the palace. He was simply indulging himself in a childish stroke of inspiration.
After a few more moments of contemplation - to make it sound better in his own mind - Siel decided on his reasoning.
He was simply out to embarrass Bel, of course. (And of course such flimsy reasoning flew way over his head.)
Rasiel could sense Bel just behind him, preparing to throw a handful of knives. Well, no, to make his mastermind plan to work he couldn't allow his younger brother to interfere...and he definitely needed some time to set up. That was putting in consideration his short, six-year-old limbs.
So, no, Bel couldn't - wouldn't - be allowed to catch up to him. Dropping as two knives whizzed overhead, Sil wasn't expecting a third to appear out of nowhere. He scowled, even as the blade sliced very, very thinly past his cheek.
Rasiel sprang to his feet, and he couldn't help the look of shock that came into his face, even though he had been expecting it. A strange look appeared there afterwards, as a small trickle of blood welled out.
Narrowing his eyes, not that anyone could see, anyway. A small hand came up and wiped away the blood, and with lightning quick reflexes Rasiel threw a handful of knives at the younger prince, followed by a second volley. This time there were wires attached to them, and they served their purpose by closing off the hallway.
Rasiel finally allowed himself a smile. "Ushishishi,"[/b] he gloated. "See ya later, Bel. Try and catch me if you can!"[/b]
With a wave of his hand, the prince dashed away, intent on finding several teddy bears fit for his evil purposes.[/blockquote]
[OOC: Gah, I found a muse, but CC! Reply so I can unveil the evilness that is Rasiel!
...whaat.]
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