Last Cab to Darwin

 

In LAST CAB TO DARWIN, Jeremy Sims (Beneath Hill 60) directs Australian acting legends, Michael Caton and Jacki Weaver against the backdrop of the stunning Australian outback and alongside the outstanding Mark Coles Smith, Ningali Lawford-Wolf and Emma Hamilton. Caton gives the performance of a lifetime as Rex, a Broken Hill cab driver who, when told he doesn’t have long to live, sets out on an epic journey to Darwin in a bid to die on his own terms. Along the way he discovers that before you can end your life you have to live it, and to live it you have to share it.

Filled with hope, humour and heart, LAST CAB TO DARWIN takes us on a journey in cinemas from August 6, reminding us that it’s never too late to start living.

Time stops – Hell’s Kitchen : SS

~They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops – and that’s true.~

iMoo

Narcissa was more or less lost on everything that had just taken place. She resorted to standing idly by, silent as everything was handled by the Doctor alone. More or less, anyway. Everyone had parted on their own without her having to see them out, or ensure that no detours were made. She would simply look after them each time they went, eyes following them curiously before they turned back to Wilhelm. The room was silent again without anyone left to make demands to the man. Narcissa, who had began to look dull, perked up enough that light seemed to flash back in her eyes and the corners of her lips turned up slightly. This was the face best worn for the others in Hell’s Kitchen. It didn’t last long though. The sound of the lift having been silenced in the distance, it was only when the frankensteinian girl began walking toward Wilhelm that he staggered and clutched a work bench. “Doctor?” Her smile faltered while she slowed midstep, reaching out as though to help steady him from where she stood. Everything…I did, I did for love. Narcissa didn’t know what the Doctor meant as he continued speaking, but the tone of his voice and his expression concerned even her. The girl’s usually smiling face was now sporting a frown. The tear that rolled down his cheek as he looked at her caused her to freeze further; this was not the Wilhelm she knew. But she understood he had deeper feelings than happiness, like everyone in Hell’s Kitchen. Narcissa would stare back at him as he stood before her and patted her shoulder. “Wilhelm…” The monster never said the Doctor’s name. Not ever. She did now, but without knowing what she wanted to say to him.

Not that it would matter in the end. She looked in the direction that he turned, and as he walked away to a control panel. From here the monster took a step toward him and stopped again, as though she was unsure what to do in their current situation. Narcissa was obviously confused to what situation was being brought up, but she had a gut feeling that it was bad. Was Wilhelm in the right state of mind? Had the deal he just made meant something bad for him? Something bad for Hell’s Kitchen? She had barely heard his whisper before the sirens started blaring around the pair, red lights flashing over the originally green lit room. There was no answer for that question, as she couldn’t begin to guess what his secret might have been. Even remembering the short moment from the previous night while he helped her pick out a mask, she could come up with nothing. Her mind wouldn’t delve that deep while she recognized that the Doctor was in low spirits now and saying weird things. “Doctor, I don’t…” Narcissa’s eyes dragged away from him, shooting toward the lift when she heard the hunchback scream for him. His continuous calling only frightened her before she looked back to see Wilhelm swaying on his stool. He would kill himself with blood loss… But why wasn’t she moving to remove the IV needle from his arm? “Doctor, please!” She clutched onto her white coat nervously, looking deeply concerned for him. It felt like her feet were stuck to the ground. She could always reach the lift and attempt to get out, but she didn’t know the code either. What did that mean for her? Narcissa looked to the insulators that were bubbling; the first one finally broke and something hideous fell out. One of the Doctor’s creations, no doubt. Was there any hope to control these things? For her? She tried to pay no mind to the way it roared at her, baring its terrible fangs. Normally, she wouldn’t be bothered by this sort of thing, but she was always in company of the good Doctor and the rest of the team. Now she was alone, and Wilhelm seemed crazed…at least compared to his normal personality and ideas. But the set up here was planned; this had been his way to bring his army to life, so he was thinking clearly. “Doctor!” she cried out, despite the heaps of goopy bodies falling to the ground around the tomb. Narcissa had to lunge forward to catch him before he hit the ground, sobbing. Her cries were dry, as her tear ducts didn’t work. “Don’t be dead! I like you alive!” She pulled the IV needle form his arm at long last, if the fall hadn’t done so for her, and she stood up to look at the standing undead, shoulders shaking as she clutched onto Wilhelm with the hope that he was only unconscious. Narcissa would begin to back away toward the lift, one hand reaching for her rod that she kept tucked in her coat pocket while she propped the Doctor against her shoulder.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – Cardis Tomb

~They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops – and that’s true.~

The scene in Cardis tomb was now apocalyptic. Blasts of electrical energy, sparks pouring out of so many machines, the bright flashing of warning lamps that signaled the great danger that had been unleashed by the actions of the Doctor. One by one, the vast army was collapsing out from the insulated bubbles that had kept them suspended for near to ten years. It was the sight of nightmares, one of the scariest things imaginable. In the middle of all this, a terrified and confused Narcissa was struggling to save the doctor, who had collapsed due to sheer blood loss. The secret ingredient to the Doctor’s masterpiece….his own blood. Pale, and barely able to keep his eyelids from closing his figure was limp against the female monster. But while his body seemed to have all but given up on life, in his mind’s eye…..he could see….her.

The scene was all black and white. That same street where they last saw each other. The night that Wilhelm was to give her his ring. There was no cars, no other people. Just Missy standing on the other side of the road. God, she looked beautiful. Wilhelm looked down and saw he was wearing his usual lab gear however. Was this what death was like?

“Wilhelm!” She cried out, almost shocked to see him in this place. Was it the afterlife? It certainly wasn’t hell, but it wasn’t heaven either.

“Missy?” Wilhelm started to run across the road and Missy did the same, till they both reached the center and hugged each other. Missy was crying as she kept stroking Wilhelm’s head. The world was all but frozen, as though they were the only people left. Wilhelm hugged her as if his very life depended upon it. Missy put her hands to cup his cheeks and kissed him repeatedly, though now both were crying. It had been so long. For all the horrible things that the Doctor had done in trying to keep her alive, he had never again seen her spirit, till now.

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Breaking the kiss, they stared at each other. Lost in each other’s eyes and this very moment. “I’ve been with you all along, Wil. I saw what the Dark one did. He tricked you. Of all the ones you could never bring back, it was me.”

“Why….why couldn’t you come back to me?’ He blubbered, fighting to get the question out. The one that had plagued him for so long.

“Someone had to be your angel, Wil”

It was then that it all started to make sense. Doing a deal with a devil like Shamus brought only a cruel and sick joke in the form of what he thought was his beloved Missy. The Dark One wanted the Doctor all along. To be the creator of the army that would ruin the balance of Hell once and for all. Dangling the carrot that he could have his love back. Missy brought up Wilhem’s fingers to her lips and kissed them.

“But now….now we can be together.”

Wilhelm started to smile as his eyes shined with tears. it was what he wanted…what he wanted all along. Just to be with her.

Just then a hollow sounding voice rang out through the empty street.

“Doctor!”

Both the Doctor and Missy turned – their faces hit by a strong wind that was the world starting up again. Time had stopped, this was true…but on the other side, the female monster was in great danger.

“Don’t be dead! I like you alive!”

Her panicked screams were now growing louder, as the force of wind was turning into that same storm that fell the night that Missy died. It was like he was about to watch a repeat of history.

“NO!” The Doctor was torn from Missy’s hands and was now seated in the restaurant, the ring box in his hand. Missy was back on the other side of the street, about to cross the road. The look of horror on Wilhelm’s face was apparent, as the street filled again with cars and people. Wilhelm shot up out of his chair and smashed his fists against the glass window of the restaurant as Missy stepped out onto the road……

The tomb was now alive with the roars and sound of the undead army finally awakening. It was led by the first of the creatures to break out from its insulated bubble of goo. Wilhelm’s fingers twitched slightly, as he placed it into his pocket, only to pull out a key card that fit into the slot under the lift control panel. If Narcissa could get the card into the slot before the monsters attacked, it would activate the lift – which would open on the top floor to allow Loc and Igor to enter and come to their rescue.

 

~RB~

 

IMoo

With all the sparks and electricity being unleashed from the machines around the room, Narcissa jumped back toward the wall leading to the lift. Her body was highly conductive; metal everywhere, even on her lab coat. She frantically looked from the electricity to the Doctor in her arms. There was no choice to pull out her weapon while holding him as well; she merely backed toward the lift further while the undead continued to drop onto the floor one by one. Taking a moment to look at his face, the girl could at least see that his eyes weren’t completely closed. They seemed to be fluttering; it was a sign. Her calls were continued until she noticed his fingers twitching. She would give another dry sob, looking relieved and somehow still panicked. “Wilhelm, you’re alive!” she called, rejoicing. His hand was dipping into his pocket, pulling out a key card. Narcissa’s eyes widened slightly before she grabbed it from him quickly and held onto him tighter. Looking up in time for one of the undead to lunge toward her with a massive growling roar. She jumped back, using her enhanced movements to increase the distance until she was next to the lift. The key card was pushed into place. The lift wouldn’t be on her floor, sadly…due to the leaving of the prince and his allies… Now Narcissa would have to wait, holding the Doctor tightly while keeping an eye on the undead not far off from them. “IGOR! HURRY!” she screamed, ensuring they heard her above. The girl was shaking, despite everything she had done…and was doing…for the sake of the Doctor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory

Up in the foyer, the lights were flickering on and off as the power systems were taking a beating. Down below the harrowing screams and vicious sound of the awakened army was the very thing of nightmares. Igor was still beating on the doors when all of a sudden with a loud whoosh they opened as though by magic. Igor fell forward and landed on the interior of the lift with a splat, and down through the elevator sharft you could hear Narcissa scream for him to hurry. The hunchback had to scramble to get to his feet and could see Loc just outside the lift, his hands pressed to his ears as he continued to scream in protest to the noise below.

“LOC!…LOC! Get your arse in here. They need us!”

The creation was like an over sized child. Terrified of what was happening and not paying the hunchback any attention. His eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets, and the screams he made grew louder. There was no time for this. Each second that they lost meant that the Doctor and Narcissa would not be able to make it out of Cardis Tomb alive. The hunchback having no idea what the Doctor had done, or if he or Narcissa were injured.

“LOC! THEY NEED US NOW!” Never before had the hunchback shown such courage under the circumstances. But thankfully, the words he just yelled struck a cord within the massive creature. Even though he himself was terrified, he ambled into the lift, and this was when Igor slammed his hand on the close button. The lift now rocketing down to the special tomb, where all hell had truly broken loose.

Down in the tomb itself, the leader of the undead army was roaring at Narcissa who was doing everything she possibly could to get out of the monster’s reach. The sparks of electricity in behind him were now raining down from above. The smell of burning flesh was stifling to the senses. Being held tightly by the female creation, the Doctor groaned and tried to mumble something, but it was incoherent due to the loud noises of all the creatures breaking free of their cocooned shells. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The injection of his blood was to be done under controlled conditions. The fact that he did what he did, by practically giving all his blood in one go was a death wish. The reaction by the many creatures was a shocking catalyst. With barely enough energy to open his eyes, the Doctor reached out with his right hand towards the leader of his army.

~ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!~

~Whooosh~ The doors to the lift tore open with Igor gasping at the sight before him. Never…had he seen anything like this before. All the bodies they had harvested for over ten years, all coming to life at once.

“OH GOD!” He screamed, as he then turned to see Narcissa with the Doctor just to the side of the lift entrance. “I got you!”The hunchback clamored out and tried to help Narcissa with the Doctor, to drag him into the lift, when the leader of the army made a swipe for the trio………except…..

“FATHER!!!!” Loc roared, as he threw himself into harms way. Loc’s fist connecting with the undead army leader’s jaw, knocking him back. It was enough to give Igor the chance to help Narcissa and the Doctor…..but at great cost.

“GO!” the creation screamed as the trio were about to be safely inside the lift. Igor couldn’t believe what Loc was doing.“GET IN, LOC!” But instead of getting in, Loc slammed his hand on the lift panel, so that the doors would shut and the three could get away.

The last thing they would see, would be Loc’s determined face….as the undead leader drove his fist right through Loc’s body, ripping out his stitched heart.

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~RB~

 

The Palace. – Fable of Swords.

Royalty reside here, obviously. A place for major events such as balls and parties. Heavily guarded as expected; you must request an appearance with the royal family in order to enter. Servants, knights, and other staff around the palace are the only exceptions.
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A new series in which I introduce Ravina Direwolf; a ranger.  The opening scene is the Castle of the King.

This is written with Moo, Kiri, Fu, & Nhal.

 

Moo: Today was peaceful for the kingdom so far. Zoura had woken to a dull light filling her room through the large windows, and the almost silent bustling of her maid. Her morning was dull and routine, as expected. Nobody was as heartfelt lately with the King’s illness. While Zoura couldn’t speak for her brother, she was definitely not in the mood to do her lectures or training, nor walk around the kingdom for her campaign. But she had to. Fixing herself with her armor as usual, she looked in the mirror. A woman who would take the throne in name of peace and prosperity. Sighing briefly, she put on a thin smile and made her way to the throne room, and would undoubtedly cross paths with her guardian there if not sooner. He had a habit if staying close, though she never minded; Zoura enjoyed the company in times like this, and it ensured her safety from the likes of her brother or other possible threats. Not that she was entirely sure of what he was doing or thinking anymore; the prince was just distant and…more withdrawn than she remembered. The tapping of her feet against the floors of the palace echoed down the halls, moving formally as she passed the staff who cared for her. It was too early for them to be dressing in black… Her eyes turned down while she finally entered the King’s current chambers, where she and her brother were called just a short while ago.

 

Fu:  It was quiet, or so it had seemed for most. The sound of simultaneous feet clicking and clacking against the floor from outside the King’s chambers were heard for quite awhile , closing in and increasing with each sound until the door opened and a group of people appeared clad in black and red.

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– They surrounded the entrance and had bowed their head as well as lowering their stance while one set of feet slowly made his or her way towards the front of the group from the back most end of the formation. Slowly the person made their way to the room and stood at the entrance with a melancholic expression upon the person’s face , at this point the person was seen. It was the Elder Prince ; Bleidd Pearce. He gave a quick glance at his younger sibling but that was all he had done before returning his attention to the reason why he was there in the first place. The air suddenly got alittle cold , the kind of cold where a person could feel a shiver go up their spine from some sort of sensation that was hard to truly tell why it happened or where it had came from. –

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” Hello…….. Father . Is everything alright ? ”

 

Kiri:  

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Of course, normally most people wouldn’t expect for a presence to have already been in the room other than the king himself. And that sense of security was obviously going to stay unbroken by the male who was sitting the shadows of a corner not six feet from the door. Silent and foreboding, however invisible to the ones in the room as well. Satoru, one of the Senior Rangers of the kingdom’s own Ranger Corps, was sitting in the corner by request of the king himself; his mottled cloak making him invisible to even the keenest of eyes, including that of supernatural creatures surprisingly, so much so that even with their other senses supernatural creatures could not find them so long as they sat still; though the supernaturals can sense them, it normally confuses them by not being able to hear or see them, making them twice as deadly. It was one of the reasons the Rangers were looked at with fear by the general populace as Dark Arts wielders who make themselves invisible using such magics; even though the reality was that Rangers relied on nothing more than their own training. Satoru had been talking to him, the king, only seconds before Zoura had arrived. Satoru was watching because of the king’s request for him to do so, for Zoura’s safety more so than anything. The reason for Satoru having even been there at all, was actually because the king wanted him to keep an eye on Zoura and help keep her safe from the shadows. It was generally known, though not entirely official, that Satoru supported the princess and her rise. But he himself would never admit that officially unless given reason. Satoru’s face was hidden in shadow, but the hood over his head, and even as he sat there, he was ready to pull his bow from his back and fire should he must; and being behind the two heirs only made it easier for him to take Bleidd and Zoura by surprise if he must. Even if he’d rather avoid it entirely.

 

Moo:  Zoura glanced up toward the armor with a small smile, feeling oddly out of sorts today. She was a little uneasy, questioning as to why the King would request her presence, as well as her brother’s. She had only just gotten into the room when she heard a distant marching of feet, which meant she had to move away from the door and further into the room. Zoura took her place beside her father, sitting on his rather large bed before taking his hand into her lap. The King had been a good father to her, though it seemed he had some darker nature within him as well. Some that reminded her of Bleidd. The King’s hand moved from hers and caressed her face, gently pushing back strands of hair before brushing his thumb across her cheek. Only then did she realize she had let herself tear up. She blinked several times now, clearing her throat as the marching grew louder. The King smiled while his hand rested in hers once again, before both turned their heads to look at none other than her brother. His greeting felt cold, and the presence he brought with him was unsettling. Zoura’s expression sobered until she was nearly frowning, gazing up at him. “…We were suppose to come unaccompanied, Bleidd.” She sighed briefly before she squeezed the King’s hand, hearing the man clad in armor greet the two of them. Zoura recognized his voice, leaving her to tilt her head slightly. But she gave him another thin smile and nodded her head slightly. “A pleasant morning.” Wasn’t that a lie? Here she sat on the edge of her father’s bed, who was so ill he looked as though he were skin and bones. Turning her attention back to the King, she looked over his aged face.

The King was silent for a time, having let his daughter speak her peace before he cleared his throat. It ended with some coughing into a cloth he happened to be holding in his free hand. “Send them off, Bleidd,” the man ordered in a deep and raspy voice. He somehow still had enough energy to sound like a King; powerful and demanding yet calm patient. “This matter is for us alone.”

 

Fu:

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” Oh ? Then why are there others in family business ? ”

– Was what Bleidd had said in reply to his younger Sister after Sera ; the Legion Captain rushed to his side and spoke in a extremely low tone but Bleidd had caught the entire thing. He would nod gently towards the person who announced themself by greeting before returning the gaze at his Sister. She was more understanding of the surroundings then him as she herself was born and understood the dark much more then he had , so he found her talents useful and valued . He was inept at that area , and would be in trouble if she wasn’t around but then again that was not his only lifeline whether he liked it or not . His arm had proven to give him a curse but also something much more useful . That ‘things’ guidance, awareness and intuition. Sera would then speak up and talk to the King outright her conditions. –

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Sera:” Drop the others hidden here , and we’ll go. You don’t trust your own family that you need others monitoring the conversation Your Highness ? ”

 

Nhal:  Children please, hush. This is no time for conflict…” The massive dragon like creature strolled into the room with a surprising softness for his size, the only sounds were of the light decorative chaincoat he wore jingling softly and the old blade from his guard captain days tapping against the side of his leg. Moving up to the pair he gave a rather frightening grin as he looked towards Sera. “I apologize if I may sound rude captain… But I will have to ask you to leave Miss Sera…” He lifted his head and directed his snout towards a shadowy corner of the room before giving a short few sniffs in the direction. “That means you as well Mr. Matsuo…” He shifted his weight a little and tucked his hands behind his back, clasping them together comfortably. “I won’t be having either party misbehaving… Not today… Isn’t that right….” He turned his head towards both the prince and the princess. “…Lady Zoura, Lord Bleidd…

 

Kiri:  

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“Hmm… normally, I could be rude here. However, I will not. I shall only state a simple fact.”

Satoru rose from his spot, seeming to actually shrug the shadows from his body as the effect was lost. One eye was perfectly visible within his hood, being a slightly lighter shade of brown that made them look fiery crimson. The visible eye of Satoru was calm, and honest as he prepared to speak once more, no matter if others had protested or not. Satoru was one of the more well-known Rangers, however that also meant he was infamous as well among civilians. Sera was good if she had known he was there, and the Dragonborn had nothing more than a good sense of smell to him.

“I am here under his, the King’s orders, and last I checked neither of you have the authority to trump him; in Sera’s case however, you are not even close to being high enough rank to set conditions to your king. Or me for that matter. You are a Captain, and you royal adviser. My authority is only trumped by direct members of the Royal Family. And as he is the one who has asked me to stay, stay I shall. Unless of course, his majesty would like for me to go.”

Satoru’s voice wasn’t snobbish, nor was it even insulting. It was calm, polite and factual. As he spoke, he used his hands to gesture at each member in the room that he had mentioned as he mentioned them, and he even added extra emphasis on the word direct when he mentioned members of the Royal Family. It was obvious he had no intentions of leaving. Not unless the king himself asked him to, as the king was the one who asked him to stay. Whether they would continue to argue, then that was up to them. However Satoru stayed where he was, and even as he stood it seemed that he was breaking down into the background because of his cloak. It was eerie in all honesty for those who weren’t Rangers. But then again, Sera wasn’t fazed herself when she had noticed him.

 

Moo:  
Zoura couldn’t believe the nerve of her brother–of this woman–while they stood in front of the King. Eddard looked tired and wary, his sunken eyes and withered face seemingly set in a grimace the entire duration of the meeting so far. The pain must have been immense and hard to endure, leaving Zoura to hold his hand more tightly as she gazed down at him. With the disrespect slowly filling the room, she thought she herself might burst. But it would help nothing, and she knew her father to be a patient man, so she would try her best to do the same. After a soft, raspy breath, the king’s dull eyes roamed from his son’s face to the woman’s, looking rather disdainful. Though as he would actually begin to speak, the final member who was expected to be present in the room finally made his appearance. None other than Soskaal. As usual, he was there to offer wise words while making himself clear; his presence naturally caused others to be wary despite his calm demeanor. Eddard exhaled, looking from the dragonborn to the ranger.

Zoura herself flinched when she saw movement from the corner of the room, turning to look at who had apparently been here the entire time. She wasn’t familiar with him, but she knew what he was. The fact that her father had requested his presence was slightly unsettling. More so than usual, her worried thoughts now turned to her brother. Did Eddard feel uneasy about his son as well? “Enough, Satoru…” His hand holding the cloth lifted, waving it slowly and quietly before letting it rest again. “You’re dismissed to the hall. It seems there is no getting around my friend Soskaal.” The King paused to offer the dragon an amused smile of sorts. “As sharp as ever.”

 

Fu:

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” Sera is the my voice. She knows how to vent out my thoughts so by my permission she is more then capable of speaking on my behalf. Now , Sera you and the others are free to go and moving on. What is the reason that we are gathered here today ? ”

– Bleidd would say to the Male who had spoken out about his orders . Following that moment the Prince would wave at his Second-in-command to acknowledge the Dragonborn and she would nod to him and walk out. She would be the last to leave as the small formation of knights would have went along and shuffled out first. It was only Bleidd left and he would walk closer towards his Father and Sister. He never showed it directly but he had been angered at the fact he had no magic aptitude but his younger Sister did. He didn’t understand why he was given the short end of the stick , but he didn’t wish for others to know but most did considering the events that had happened in earlier years. The only thing he has kept entirely secret was the existence of a certain something , and due to various reasons has worn lengthy clothing to cloak his inner problems , physically and mentally. He waited to see how things would play out , before returning to his own thoughts and going about his day.-

 

Nhal:  Soskaal grinned again and gave a soft nod in the king’s direction. “I was simply born with a strong nose your grace… it is only natural.” Turning his head slightly he watched Sera leave the room, then looked back towards Satoru and gave a light smile and a subtle gesture in the same direction. Turning his head back towards king Eddard, his eye shifted towards Bleidd for a moment before he spoke softly. “I enjoy the dulcid tones of marching boots on the pavement as much as the next person young prince, but truly there was no reason to bring a whole unit with you when your father simply wishes to speak to you and your sister…” he then shifted again into a comfortable position and watched over the young siblings silently as he awaited their fathers words.

 

Kiri:  

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Satoru gave a small bow, placing his right hand in a hovering position just in front of his stomach before striding away without another word. It was the King’s will, emphasis on king’s. It didn’t matter if Sera was his voice, she wasn’t a high enough rank. The Ranger’s face was inscrutable, calm and grim as ever, however his thoughts were mostly focused on the fact that the Prince must be a coward in the form of words if he had to rely on his captain, and risk her head in the process, to speak out a condition or term to the king. The prince could be menacing and foreboding and every other word in the book, it didn’t make a lick of difference to Satoru. He’d seen it all, and probably more. The Ranger had been around a long time, and honestly the fact that the prince seemed off hadn’t eluded him. He was a Ranger, it was their job to know things. But he didn’t know very much about the Prince’s reason for being the way he was right now. Satoru rubbed the bottom of his chin, but didn’t really have a reason to fully understand as he didn’t have enough information. The Ranger was just standing there outside the door, not listening as that would have been rude regardless of his curiosity, thinking and going uncaring about the glances of suspicion and fear directed at him by the servants who passed. It was a normal phenomenon after all.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Palace 

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Having been ordered to remain outside in the cobble stoned courtyard with the horses, Ravina was growing restless. Dark whispers and looks from the King’s own guard were starting to annoy her, and as she stood stroking the neck of her horse, loud voices were heard to be coming from the inside of the building. It was hardly surprising with the vast amount of soldiers and nobles that were all now clamoring to make their way in to the Palace, as word of the King’s illness had spread across the realm. There was even a gathering of the clergy. Red hooded old goats carrying large books, and swinging burning incense as they waited their turn, like everyone else. Ravina regarded the priests as being nothing more than parasites, that used God’s word in order to have sway and power that should not have been afforded to them. Whispers also said that the King’s own children had returned to pay homage and listen to the King’s words. There had been rumors that both sought the crown if the King should pass on to the next. This was really of no consequence to the senior ranger. She knew her place in the world, and was proud to be part of the Ranger’s corp.

After another ten minutes of waiting, her patience was at it’s end. Handing the reigns to a stable hand, she drew up her hood and then fully armed, she started to make her way into the Castle proper. Her boots clinking as the spurs tapped the stone with every step that she took.

The corridors were lined with even more of the King’s guard. They really had gone all out with the beefed up security, but as they watched the ranger pass their ranks, they gave her the respect that she had duly earned from years of hard training. Her mottled cloak was like a badge of honor, and one she wore with pride.

The final turn and she could see Satoru up ahead, standing just outside the King’s chamber door. He gave those servants that passed him by a look of no caring, and if ever there was a time that Ravina wanted to smile it was now. She had to admit, he was an impressive man. She both admired and looked up to him, and he respected her for her duty and loyalty to the Corp.

“Let me guess. Ringside seats are only for the Royals?”

One thing about Ravina, she spoke her mind.

~RB~