Orlouge threaded his fingers through the girl's green hair idly, his eyes staring against the
wall of the carriage disinterestedly. Ildon sat with a foul temered expression on his face, mostly
due to the fact the Ciato had fallen asleep and slumped over onto him and was now currently
using his lap as a pillow. After what seemed an eternity Rastaban gave a brief call to the horses,
pulling back on the reins, slowing the great beasts and then halting them. The sound of footsteps
was shortly after met by Rastaban opening the door of the carriage onto the path up to the main
gates of the great Chateau Aiguille, castle of Facinaturu.
"Your Lordship, we have arrived." Rastaban prompted and Orlouge nodded to his azure
haired servant, slipping his arms around the girl and getting up, stepping out of the carriage.
When Ciato didn't wake up Ildon gripped the blond man by his hair which was pulled back into a
ponytail and jerked him sharply upward and shoved him against the other side of the carriage,
then getting to his feet and climbing out of the carriage.
"Ildon! What in the name of the gods was that about?" Ciato spat, following after the tall
green haired man who had moments before jerked him around.
"It was about the fact that we've arrived and you were still quite asleep using me so
convieniently as your cushion." Ildon replied flatly and started to hurry after Orlouge who was
already quickly striding toward the large gates.
"Well, it was completely unnecessary to wake me in such a manner." Ciato said, glaring at
Ildon's back and walking after him. Rastaban summoned some of the stable keepers to manage
the horses and carriage and then followed after his Lord and the other mystics. Orlouge stood
before the gates for a moment which at his very presance opened, and he strode forward moving
toward the stairs leading to the throne room. Coming to the top of the stairs they crossed the hall
adjacent to the throne room, stepping across the rose mosiac that decorated the floor toward the
second set of gates.
"The Charm Lord Returns!" Ildon said loudly and the gates screeched open into the large
throne room illuminated by the many shining crystals perched on high metal brackets. The
various lesser mystics materialized upon their arrival, the females dressed in elegant white
dresses, the males in black or blue uniforms or elegant coats, those of both genders who had
wings were fluttering them slightly in excitement.
"Charm Lord, what is that you have there?" One of the females spoke up, peering at the girl
lying unmoving in his arms.
"This is the new Prince of Facinaturu." Lord Orlouge announced and the court mystics
crowded a bit closer.
"But... That looks like a human.." a male said. A slight gasp shot through the group of
mystics and Orlouge's eyes locked on the offending speaker.
"She has my blood, can you not feel it? This is the Prince." Orlouge repeated firmly, making
it clear that there were to be no more questions of her human appearance.
"Ildon." Orlouge summoned, and the the group of mystics who had been crowded about the
Charm Lord parted to make way for Ildon who strode to kneel before his master.
"Take the Prince to one of the empty rooms in the castle, and then go down to Rootville and
request that from now on once a year until the Prince awakes that they make a suit of the finest
material they can afford." Orlouge commanded, and Ildon got to his feet, gingerly taking the girl
from Orlouge's arms and nodding. Ildon turned and strode from the hall and then teleported to
the upper rooms of the castle where there was one empty chamber. Ildon stepped through the
small room of glass coffins where the mystics slept that came before the empty room. The small
room was lit only by the light of a few luminous pink and gold crystals giving the room a ghostly
and haunting look. Ildon strode toward the bed and placed the human on it, stepping back and
crossing his arms to gaze at the green haired girl.
"What an odd twist of fate that Orlouge chooses an ordinary girl to rule one day.. Odd
indeed." Ildon said and then teleported from the room down into small dark village of Rootville
that existed just outside the gates of Chateau Aiguille. Striding through the dark narrow street he
made his way toward the tailor's shop which was in the center of the small town. He stepped
through the door and the proprietor who was preparing to greet him cheerfully froze, jaw hanging
slack and moved against the wall behind the main desk.
"L-Lord Ildon, what b-brings you to my humble tailor shop that so happily serves Chateau
Aiguille th-this lovely evening?" the owner stuttered and from the upstairs room peered the
live-in maid to see what the fuss was all about.
"Enough with your groveling, tailor. I have orders from Lord Orlouge himself." Ildon said
calmly.
"What have I done? I haven't offended his Lordship, have I? Please don't put me to death!"
the tailor pleaded and Ildon rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"If you will be silent I will be quite happy to explain. The Charm Lord has ordered that this
tailor shop must once every year make a suit of the finest material for the Prince until he awakens
from his sleep." Ildon ordered and the tailor blinked a moment and then sighed, obviously
relieved that he had not angered the Charm Lord, for truly angering his Lordship meant great
suffering and death. Especially for a commoner like himself.
"Of course Lord Ildon, I will begin on the first suit this very moment and for every year there
after until the Prince awakens! I will make a suit annually for the rest of my life if it takes that
long before he wakes up!" the tailor said and Ildon nodded, turning and stiding from the shop
walking back on the path toward the castle.
"So, what was that being that Lord Orlouge was carrying about earlier?" a voice asked and
Ildon looked up to see Zozma levitating several feet in the air to the side of the path that bridged
the distance between Rootville and Chateau Aiguille.
"Zozma, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here." Ildon said and Zozma rolled his
eyes, levitating downwards to stand on the railings.
"Oh don't start that Ildon. Just because Orlouge is playing at the game of being a hard ass
publically we both know it's all just a game of reputation. He knows I'm here, you know that
much. The Charm Lord can feel the presance of every mystic." Zozma replied.
"Well, not every mystic..." Ildon said and Zozma then nodded in agreement.
"Ah yes... I forgot about Princess Rei. He still hasn't ever found her has he since her suicide
and human reincarnation?" Zozma asked and Ildon shook his head in a confirmation that she had
not been retrieved.
"Yes, but I'm sure you'll remember not to mention that in front of Lord Orlouge, he's still
sorely angered over losing her." Ildon said.
"Do you think I'm dumb enough to mention Rei in front of him? Not like I want to be
violently tossed around the room by his psychic abilities or have any limbs severed on her behalf.
You never answered my question though Ildon." Zozma reminded the green haired mystic.
"Indeed. I got distracted... That girl Lord Orlouge brought back with him was a human that
ran out in front of the carriage and was crushed by the horses and wheels." Ildon began.
"She didn't look crushed.. I mean she was bloody but she looked intact otherwise." Zozma
interrupted, quirking an eyebrow and taking a moment to tighten the ponytail that his fiery red
hair was pulled back into.
"Yes, well... There was a bit of a transaction. When Rastaban couldn't stop the horses from
hitting the girl Orlouge got out to see her and then on the spur of the moment decided to transfuse
some of his blood to her and deeming her to be the Prince of Facinaturu." Ildon explained and
Zozma crossed his arms over his chest sighing.
"Typical, he must've been growing bored with the typical so he decided to add another piece
to the enigmatic puzzle that makes up mystic society just to spice things up." Zozma said.
"Quite so... It was rather amusing to see Ciato so flustered though. He was lucky Lord
Orlouge didn't decide to play the "toss Ciato about like a rag-doll" game. I guess he was so intent
on the girl he didn't bother to waste his powers or time." Ildon said smirking at the thought of
Ciato being angered.
"You're always so quirky, you and Ciato. It's hard to tell most of the time wether you love
each other or hate each other's guts. That's what makes watching the two of you fun." Zozma
said and Ildon laughed quietly.
"I think it's a mix of both. I do appreciate you're presance though because it's nice to have
someone who doesn't anger me with every other word they utter." Ildon said and it was Zozma's
turn to laugh as he leapt down from the railing to stand by Ildon.
"Well, that's endearing. I think you and I, not to mention Rastaban, Ciato, and Lord Orlouge
are quite an odd bunch aren't we? And the court is so easily fooled by the theatrics that we have
going on." Zozma said and smirked, tossing an arm momentarily about Ildon's shoulders and
gave him a brief kiss on the cheek before levitating upwards.
"I suppose I'll see you around later?" Ildon asked and Zozma nodded.
"Of course, what else? But for the sake of the game I'd best be going before the patrol guards
show up. It might be interesting for you to throw in a breathless report of trying to chase me
down. See you!" Zozma said, turning in the air and dematerializing. Ildon shook his head but the
idea of putting on a little show for the guards and the court amused him and he considered it
would make a nice first game in celebration of their return to Chateau Aiguille. Taking his hands
he tousled his hair as much as possible and jogged quicky in place for a few minutes until he was
breathing a bit hard and then roughed up his clothing slightly. Smirking he ran forward up the
stairs of the palace and across the rose mosaic into the throneroom, pushing through the milling
crowd of mystics to stand before Lord Orlouge panting.
"Ildon, what is the meaning of coming in here looking so disheveled? What were you doing
that left you in such a condition?" Orlouge asked, eyeing the green haired mystic.
"Your Lordship... As I was returning from the tailor I encountered the rogue mystic Zozma...
I tried to fight and capture him but he gave me the slip after a bit of a chase... I lost him in the
alleys of Rootville..." Ildon panted and the guards crowded in, spears gripped angrily in their
hands at the mention of the red haired rogueish mystic who had eluded them on many occasions.
"Well, go after him!" Orlouge commanded, glaring at the guards and then looked to Ildon
who addressed Orlouge questioningly.
"Should I chase him as well?" Ildon asked and Orlouge tilted his head in thought a moment.
"No, the guards can do so well enough on their own. I assume by your lack of mentioning the
placement of the Prince in his chambers and the orders to the tailor that all went well. For now
the main thing is that if you were to clean yourself up a bit and then come back here." Orlouge
said.
"Yes sir." Ildon said, catching Orlouge's knowing gaze, Ciato's glare, and how Rastaban was
disguising his laughter behind one hand. Ildon turned and strode calmly from the hall.
wall of the carriage disinterestedly. Ildon sat with a foul temered expression on his face, mostly
due to the fact the Ciato had fallen asleep and slumped over onto him and was now currently
using his lap as a pillow. After what seemed an eternity Rastaban gave a brief call to the horses,
pulling back on the reins, slowing the great beasts and then halting them. The sound of footsteps
was shortly after met by Rastaban opening the door of the carriage onto the path up to the main
gates of the great Chateau Aiguille, castle of Facinaturu.
"Your Lordship, we have arrived." Rastaban prompted and Orlouge nodded to his azure
haired servant, slipping his arms around the girl and getting up, stepping out of the carriage.
When Ciato didn't wake up Ildon gripped the blond man by his hair which was pulled back into a
ponytail and jerked him sharply upward and shoved him against the other side of the carriage,
then getting to his feet and climbing out of the carriage.
"Ildon! What in the name of the gods was that about?" Ciato spat, following after the tall
green haired man who had moments before jerked him around.
"It was about the fact that we've arrived and you were still quite asleep using me so
convieniently as your cushion." Ildon replied flatly and started to hurry after Orlouge who was
already quickly striding toward the large gates.
"Well, it was completely unnecessary to wake me in such a manner." Ciato said, glaring at
Ildon's back and walking after him. Rastaban summoned some of the stable keepers to manage
the horses and carriage and then followed after his Lord and the other mystics. Orlouge stood
before the gates for a moment which at his very presance opened, and he strode forward moving
toward the stairs leading to the throne room. Coming to the top of the stairs they crossed the hall
adjacent to the throne room, stepping across the rose mosiac that decorated the floor toward the
second set of gates.
"The Charm Lord Returns!" Ildon said loudly and the gates screeched open into the large
throne room illuminated by the many shining crystals perched on high metal brackets. The
various lesser mystics materialized upon their arrival, the females dressed in elegant white
dresses, the males in black or blue uniforms or elegant coats, those of both genders who had
wings were fluttering them slightly in excitement.
"Charm Lord, what is that you have there?" One of the females spoke up, peering at the girl
lying unmoving in his arms.
"This is the new Prince of Facinaturu." Lord Orlouge announced and the court mystics
crowded a bit closer.
"But... That looks like a human.." a male said. A slight gasp shot through the group of
mystics and Orlouge's eyes locked on the offending speaker.
"She has my blood, can you not feel it? This is the Prince." Orlouge repeated firmly, making
it clear that there were to be no more questions of her human appearance.
"Ildon." Orlouge summoned, and the the group of mystics who had been crowded about the
Charm Lord parted to make way for Ildon who strode to kneel before his master.
"Take the Prince to one of the empty rooms in the castle, and then go down to Rootville and
request that from now on once a year until the Prince awakes that they make a suit of the finest
material they can afford." Orlouge commanded, and Ildon got to his feet, gingerly taking the girl
from Orlouge's arms and nodding. Ildon turned and strode from the hall and then teleported to
the upper rooms of the castle where there was one empty chamber. Ildon stepped through the
small room of glass coffins where the mystics slept that came before the empty room. The small
room was lit only by the light of a few luminous pink and gold crystals giving the room a ghostly
and haunting look. Ildon strode toward the bed and placed the human on it, stepping back and
crossing his arms to gaze at the green haired girl.
"What an odd twist of fate that Orlouge chooses an ordinary girl to rule one day.. Odd
indeed." Ildon said and then teleported from the room down into small dark village of Rootville
that existed just outside the gates of Chateau Aiguille. Striding through the dark narrow street he
made his way toward the tailor's shop which was in the center of the small town. He stepped
through the door and the proprietor who was preparing to greet him cheerfully froze, jaw hanging
slack and moved against the wall behind the main desk.
"L-Lord Ildon, what b-brings you to my humble tailor shop that so happily serves Chateau
Aiguille th-this lovely evening?" the owner stuttered and from the upstairs room peered the
live-in maid to see what the fuss was all about.
"Enough with your groveling, tailor. I have orders from Lord Orlouge himself." Ildon said
calmly.
"What have I done? I haven't offended his Lordship, have I? Please don't put me to death!"
the tailor pleaded and Ildon rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"If you will be silent I will be quite happy to explain. The Charm Lord has ordered that this
tailor shop must once every year make a suit of the finest material for the Prince until he awakens
from his sleep." Ildon ordered and the tailor blinked a moment and then sighed, obviously
relieved that he had not angered the Charm Lord, for truly angering his Lordship meant great
suffering and death. Especially for a commoner like himself.
"Of course Lord Ildon, I will begin on the first suit this very moment and for every year there
after until the Prince awakens! I will make a suit annually for the rest of my life if it takes that
long before he wakes up!" the tailor said and Ildon nodded, turning and stiding from the shop
walking back on the path toward the castle.
"So, what was that being that Lord Orlouge was carrying about earlier?" a voice asked and
Ildon looked up to see Zozma levitating several feet in the air to the side of the path that bridged
the distance between Rootville and Chateau Aiguille.
"Zozma, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here." Ildon said and Zozma rolled his
eyes, levitating downwards to stand on the railings.
"Oh don't start that Ildon. Just because Orlouge is playing at the game of being a hard ass
publically we both know it's all just a game of reputation. He knows I'm here, you know that
much. The Charm Lord can feel the presance of every mystic." Zozma replied.
"Well, not every mystic..." Ildon said and Zozma then nodded in agreement.
"Ah yes... I forgot about Princess Rei. He still hasn't ever found her has he since her suicide
and human reincarnation?" Zozma asked and Ildon shook his head in a confirmation that she had
not been retrieved.
"Yes, but I'm sure you'll remember not to mention that in front of Lord Orlouge, he's still
sorely angered over losing her." Ildon said.
"Do you think I'm dumb enough to mention Rei in front of him? Not like I want to be
violently tossed around the room by his psychic abilities or have any limbs severed on her behalf.
You never answered my question though Ildon." Zozma reminded the green haired mystic.
"Indeed. I got distracted... That girl Lord Orlouge brought back with him was a human that
ran out in front of the carriage and was crushed by the horses and wheels." Ildon began.
"She didn't look crushed.. I mean she was bloody but she looked intact otherwise." Zozma
interrupted, quirking an eyebrow and taking a moment to tighten the ponytail that his fiery red
hair was pulled back into.
"Yes, well... There was a bit of a transaction. When Rastaban couldn't stop the horses from
hitting the girl Orlouge got out to see her and then on the spur of the moment decided to transfuse
some of his blood to her and deeming her to be the Prince of Facinaturu." Ildon explained and
Zozma crossed his arms over his chest sighing.
"Typical, he must've been growing bored with the typical so he decided to add another piece
to the enigmatic puzzle that makes up mystic society just to spice things up." Zozma said.
"Quite so... It was rather amusing to see Ciato so flustered though. He was lucky Lord
Orlouge didn't decide to play the "toss Ciato about like a rag-doll" game. I guess he was so intent
on the girl he didn't bother to waste his powers or time." Ildon said smirking at the thought of
Ciato being angered.
"You're always so quirky, you and Ciato. It's hard to tell most of the time wether you love
each other or hate each other's guts. That's what makes watching the two of you fun." Zozma
said and Ildon laughed quietly.
"I think it's a mix of both. I do appreciate you're presance though because it's nice to have
someone who doesn't anger me with every other word they utter." Ildon said and it was Zozma's
turn to laugh as he leapt down from the railing to stand by Ildon.
"Well, that's endearing. I think you and I, not to mention Rastaban, Ciato, and Lord Orlouge
are quite an odd bunch aren't we? And the court is so easily fooled by the theatrics that we have
going on." Zozma said and smirked, tossing an arm momentarily about Ildon's shoulders and
gave him a brief kiss on the cheek before levitating upwards.
"I suppose I'll see you around later?" Ildon asked and Zozma nodded.
"Of course, what else? But for the sake of the game I'd best be going before the patrol guards
show up. It might be interesting for you to throw in a breathless report of trying to chase me
down. See you!" Zozma said, turning in the air and dematerializing. Ildon shook his head but the
idea of putting on a little show for the guards and the court amused him and he considered it
would make a nice first game in celebration of their return to Chateau Aiguille. Taking his hands
he tousled his hair as much as possible and jogged quicky in place for a few minutes until he was
breathing a bit hard and then roughed up his clothing slightly. Smirking he ran forward up the
stairs of the palace and across the rose mosaic into the throneroom, pushing through the milling
crowd of mystics to stand before Lord Orlouge panting.
"Ildon, what is the meaning of coming in here looking so disheveled? What were you doing
that left you in such a condition?" Orlouge asked, eyeing the green haired mystic.
"Your Lordship... As I was returning from the tailor I encountered the rogue mystic Zozma...
I tried to fight and capture him but he gave me the slip after a bit of a chase... I lost him in the
alleys of Rootville..." Ildon panted and the guards crowded in, spears gripped angrily in their
hands at the mention of the red haired rogueish mystic who had eluded them on many occasions.
"Well, go after him!" Orlouge commanded, glaring at the guards and then looked to Ildon
who addressed Orlouge questioningly.
"Should I chase him as well?" Ildon asked and Orlouge tilted his head in thought a moment.
"No, the guards can do so well enough on their own. I assume by your lack of mentioning the
placement of the Prince in his chambers and the orders to the tailor that all went well. For now
the main thing is that if you were to clean yourself up a bit and then come back here." Orlouge
said.
"Yes sir." Ildon said, catching Orlouge's knowing gaze, Ciato's glare, and how Rastaban was
disguising his laughter behind one hand. Ildon turned and strode calmly from the hall.