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 Scheme A Little Scheme With Me :: PALOMA, Peregrine and Paloma discuss plans
Paloma Alexander
 Posted: Jul 16 2017, 10:24 AM
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It wasn't the strong agreement that Peregrine had wanted to hear. Paloma knew that all too well, but it was the best she could do, considering the weight of guilt that be on her shoulders. The decision behind that single word was already weighing upon her...

Peregrine had no idea what she was capable of any more. He hadn't for years. Even while their father had been alive, it didn't seem that any of her brothers had even the slightest inkling of knowledge that she was able to defend herself. Paloma knew how to handle a bow and arrows, and twin swords. She was not a helpless little damsel, though she preferred greatly to avoid situations where she needed to fight her way out. It was for that reason alone that the princess had suggested using the back door.

No, Paloma had never been to this tavern before. But all taverns had a back door. After all, Brocair was a known hunting ground for thieves and assassins alike. Just being here was dangerous enough.

Not caring about the state of her dress, Paloma slunk out of her chair and onto the floor, crawling across the ground to crouch behind the bar. Though the barman gave a questioning look between the two people hiding behind his bar, and the guards, the man said not a word. He merely carried on with his work, wiping a tankard with a cloth that he pulled out from being tucked into his belt, acting as if nothing was amiss. The man's behaviour made Paloma wonder for a moment... how often did he have people sneaking out the back door?

Passing her brother, Paloma made a crouched run for the door, keeping herself low, and hopefully out of sight of the guards. Reaching the door, Paloma looked back to see if her brother was following. No matter how different they might have been, he was still her brother – she needed to know that he was safe.
“Come on!” she mouthed the words at him silently as she opened the door... right before a pair of hands grabbed her, pulling her out into the alley. The hood of her cloak was ripped from her head, revealing her face... to some shocked gasps of the men that had grabbed her.
“It's the princess...” one of them stated the obvious in disbelief.

Paloma looked around... she hadn't even screamed, though she was deathly afraid now. By the gods! It wasn't just the five guards inside... there were another five here in the alley.
“What on earth is she doing in Brocair at this hour?”
“Let me go!” Paloma commanded, shaking off the hands that held her, though most of the men just laughed. Gods help them... Peregrine was better off hiding at this point! It was at that point that two hooded figures dressed in brown and green, flipped off the roofs and down into the alleyway. If it was the advantage of shock that they were after... they had it.

The guards were scrambling to draw weapons.

One of the younger guards grabbed Paloma's wrist, pulling her away from the others and pushing her behind him, his weapon already drawn. The only difference was... this guard wasn't glaring at the hooded intruders, but rather at the other guards!

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:44 PM
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He said nothing else on the subject, even though he felt he had made his feelings on hiding abundantly clear. Had it been up to him, he would have rushed Pandion's guards and probably managed to kill plenty of them before he would have been forced to give up in and flee in a spectacular and destructive manner. But now Paloma was involved. Paloma didn't live outside. Paloma didn't chase down the king's riders on a regular basis and launch a series of unsuccessful “raids” in an attempt to take back a crown that had never been on her head. In other words, Peregrine didn't see his sister was fragile, exactly, but as not being “used” to his pastimes.

He looked up in time to make eye contact with the barkeep. He engaged his lips in a terse sort of smile and nodded his head. The barkeep understood – it was the sort of greeting that men gave to each other when they didn't want to say hello and had nothing of substance to say anyway, but were forced to acknowledge each other. He didn't have to sit awkwardly next to the barkeep for long, for Paloma had opened the back door and was silently calling for him. He was on the move at once, using his elbows to pull himself along, his feet and knees taking up the slack. He moved at a surprising pace, given that he was wriggling around like a snake.

That was the point where it went to hell.

It didn't take a genius to see that Paloma had been snatched from outside the door, but Peregrine was used to sneaking and avoiding being snatched – the sort of activities that the paranoid among his camp sought out – so, him. He had rolled through the open door and was back on his feet in an instant, drawing his dirk out from the top of his boot and sinking it into the leg of the closest soldier and the man fell with a cry. Eyes wild and weapon flashing in the moonlight. He had heard someone mutter something about the princess and his weapon came to meet the speaker in the throat and the man fell without a word.

By then, the assembled thug had come to realize that there was a member of their company who wasn't one of them and he had killed one of them and wounded another before they had the presence of mind to circle him, weapons drawn and pointing at him. In all the kafuffle, Peregrine's hood had come off his face, too, but his feathers were splattered with mud and dirt, he was moving at speed, and his long, unruly hair would cover his recognizable features at any given time. Besides, his was a face less frequently seen at court than the princess'. He didn't know if they would recognize him and if they did, he didn't much care. He had become an urban legend, anyway.

The men circled him and his dirk remained out and at the ready, but his eyes were fixed on one man – the one who held his sister. He stared him down, raising his weapon at him and when he spoke, it was slowly and clearly.

“Put. Her. Down.”

@Paloma Alexander

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Paloma Alexander
 Posted: Dec 12 2017, 12:17 AM
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“Put. Her. Down.”

Though the words were spoken clearly, and with a calm voice, Paloma was almost certain that her brother had been on the border of growling the words. Threatened as he was, the guard that held her wrist did not back down, remaining steadfast, with his sword drawn and raised before him.

The princess was uncertain of what surprised her more. The appearance of what she assumed to be two rebels that had flipped off the rooftops, or the dangerous sense of calm that she had heard in Peregrine's voice. He had always been a tad 'flighty', so hearing her brother sound so... low-key was somewhat shocking.

One of the hooded rooftop rebels moved closer to Peregrine, their own weapon raised.
"Captain", the voice sounded rather feminine at that, though they spoke in rather hushed... and hurried tone. "He's one of ours. Robin Bly is on our side... he's been spying for us".
The two rebels that had almost thrown themselves from the roofs spun on the spot as extra guards rushed into the alley from all sides. The sound of drawn steel could be heard in all directions. The guard that held Paloma by the wrist could do little more than back up and place her between himself and a wall.
"Let go of me!" Paloma insisted, trying to shake the man's grasp from her arm. She'd run for her life if she had to, but she desperately wanted out of this alleyway.

Her efforts to shake off her guard (quite literally) became increasingly insistent the closer that the reinforcements approached, and more desperate in her actions when a fast-moving guard rushed her brother. With a surge of adrenaline fuelled strength, Paloma removed the hand from her wrist and wretched the sword of the turncoat's grasp, rushing forward to block the strike of a sword aimed at her brother. The princess grunted at the effort, struggling to force the man backwards.

Fortunately for her, she was not forced to end his life as Robin ran forward and thrust a dagger into his former comrades' eye, killing him in an instant. Paloma stood there dazed for a moment, looking at the man that now lay dead at her feet. Robin gently extracted the sword from her grasp, swapping his dagger into her hand. The turncoat nodded in greeting to Peregrine.
"Captain".
Why did everyone keep calling her brother 'Captain'? Did none of the rebels address him as prince when they were in the city?
"Glad to finally meet you. Though I think there are more pressing matters to attend to..." Robin commented with some urgency, though there was the slightest hint of a laugh behind his voice.

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Dec 28 2017, 09:02 PM
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When the man in question did not release her, he ground his teeth and gripped the hilt of his sword so hard that his knuckles shone in the moonlight. He could see Paloma struggling and it was all he could do to keep his feet on the ground and his wits about him. Had he been younger, he would have made a run for her, but experience had made him a wiser man. He had seen too many skirmishes downhill because of bad decisions and by that he meant his bad decisions. As much as he would have loved to have bashed their faces in, he was going to content himself with talking through this one.

The voice could have been the leaves shaking in the trees on a snake making his way through the brush, but Peregrine heard a whispered name in his ear and perked up. He didn't recognize it, but that was beside the point. Names should never be uttered during a skirmish and having a name was as good as having the person. He had expected to hear something along the lines of, “in the name of the king!” and he had to admit, it was refreshing to not have to put up with such a phrase. Still, the introduction of this Robin Bly puzzled him, but there was no time for that now.

Paloma had wrenched herself free and was hurtling toward another soldier. Peregrine whirled around to see a giant of a man above him – at least half a foot taller than he was – bringing his sword down on him. He reacted by raising his dirk and shoving it into the man's stomach, but he knew he was going to pay a heavy price for his wandering thoughts. There was no escaping the enemy's sword, but even as he stood there, bracing himself to feel the weapon pierce his flesh, nothing happened. He looked up to see the big man falling, a knife embedded in his eye.

He stared at the giant man's killer like a feral horse eyeing a humanoid. He had just killed for him, but that was a classic move when it came to gaining someone else's trust and Peregrine was not falling for it for a minute. The other thing was that she called him “Captain”, a title he to which he had never answered to.

He moved to Paloma – now mercifully free – situating his body so that it was subtly between her and this Robin Bly person and eyed him. He decided not to correct either of them on his rank and simply go with it. His face fluttered in the breeze on wanted posters throughout the kingdom and the stories about him had been around for so long that his likeness may have very well been expanded into tall tails. Then there was the matter that he didn't look all that unusual – there were plenty of men with long dark hair, of his build and countenance. Perhaps Robin Bly was mistaking him for someone else. He liked that. He spent a good portion of his time coming up with disguises and backstories for him and this person had done all the work for him.

“Thanks for...” He jerked his head in the direction of the dead man. “Now, I daresay we should take cover before more of them show up.” He was keeping it vague for now as he had no idea what this “captain” did or sounded like.

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Paloma Alexander
 Posted: Feb 27 2018, 11:04 PM
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“Thanks for... Now, I daresay we should take cover before more of them show up.”
Robin Bly nodded his head in agreement to the prince's suggestion, jerking his head towards the two rebels that had appeared from the rooftops moments ago. The pair of them scaled the walls of the buildings, scrambling onto the roofs and out of sight.

Paloma watched the two rebels leave, swallowing a lump that had formed in her throat. She was still trembling from the adrenaline that had been coursing through her system. The princess was by no means helpless, but she was still terrified by the fact that Pandion's men were seemingly trying to kill them.
"Robin... did my brother send you?" Paloma asked the turncoat guard.
The man shook his head. "Not this group your highness", Robin answered, turning to lead the way out of the alley. His footsteps were quiet, stealthy. The man glanced around the corner of the building into the street before gesturing for the princess and rebel prince to follow him into the open. "Raise your cloak hoods before you step out".

Robin followed his own suggestion, raising the hood of a cloak that he wore about his shoulders, turning to raise Paloma's for her. He took her hand lightly. "Follow me... and stay close".
The turncoat guard, holding Paloma's hand, led them into the street, continuing to explain the situation and what he had learned from his mission of spying on Pandion and the guards from the inside.
"Pandion has indeed sent guards out to find you.... and your brothers. But the group we just escaped... the king did not send them. I heard whispers in the barracks... a plot that neither of your warring brothers would like".

Paloma paled slightly. What plot could there possibly be that neither Pandion nor Peregrine would like hearing?

Robin led their small group to a small dilapidated house, hurrying Paloma and her brother through the door. A small contingent, perhaps a half dozen, of rebels, all wearing the same green and browns that Peregrine was fond of, could be found inside. They were doing various tasks - eating, drinking, writing, or tending to weapons. One was tending to a small fire in the hearth.
"Welcome to our Brocair base... small, but close enough to spy on Pandion without being noticed."
Letting go of Paloma's hand, Robin indicated a small room off to one side, stepping through the door to lead the way. "Please wait here. You will be quite safe. I will organise some food and drink for you."

Paloma lowered the hood of her cloak before rushing to Peregrine, pulling him into a tight hug. "Brother... are you alright?!" she asked hurriedly. "Please, tell me I was in time enough to block the strike of that sword from harming you at all".


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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: May 5 2018, 09:07 PM
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The Robin fellow indicated a run-down house about twenty feet away. Peregrine gave it an uneasy look, but it seemed just the place that his rebels would choose -- old, in desperate need of repairs, and probably harboring rats that carried all kinds of diseases. He thanked Robin with a curt nod of his head and then lead the way into the building, his sword out and his eyes scanning his surroundings. Even though he had scores of men and women working for him on faith alone, he was always ready for the possibility of mutiny. Well, maybe "ready" was the wrong word to use in this scenario -- past the epic fight that would ensue, he had no idea what he would do if his forces turned against him. One might say that he was "emotionally prepared".

It seemed that he didn't have anything to immediately fear, however, for when he walked in, the murmuring quieted to a rumble and people bowed or inclined their heads as he passed them. They had set up what looked like bread and cheese, which Peregrine did not touch until he had seen three other men eat and swallow their food without incident. Robin was right; he had not sent for them, so then what were they doing here.

He embraced Paloma as she came into the room with a rush, his body absorbing most of the shock of her attack. He smiled at her. "You were a perfect. A natural." He said, he indulged her. He hadn't actually seen her fight enough to know if she was a natural, or not, but now did not seem to be an appropriate time to tell her, "you fight like the untrained amateur you are".

He looked at the assembled rebels, then leaned in to speak to his sister. "Did you send for them?"

@Paloma Alexander
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Paloma Alexander
 Posted: May 7 2018, 04:06 AM
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"You were a perfect. A natural."

Paloma gave her brother a curious look. Did he truly mean that, or was he simply being nice about it? She wasn't exactly 'untrained' per say, as she was able to wield dual dao swords with sufficient skill. But she had never been in a fight before. There had never been such a situation before where she had had to fight.

Granted, there was that incident with the King's steward, that Peregrine had to kill in order to save her virtue and dignity. But Paloma hadn't had her swords back then. She had learned the skills of dual wielding two swords at once during her days at Ioralta Academy, but Paloma had not owned her swords until after the steward had attacked her.

Paloma had never wanted to be in danger again. That sentiment still ran strong even now, after ending up in danger after trying to hide from the King's Guard had failed miserably.

"I'm glad you're alright", Paloma breathed, letting go of her brother. Her nerves were still shot, her body trembling from the adrenaline that coursed through her system. Her brother's question kept her mind distracted enough so that it prevented her from having a total breakdown.
"Did you send for them?"
Paloma looked moved towards the door of the room that led out to the large room where the rebels were gathered. Moving back to her brother Paloma shook her head.
"I didn't even know they were in the city", she answered, truthfully. "No, I didn't send for them".

"No... I did", a voice stated from the doorway. Paloma turned and saw a rebel woman, one that she had met before, on numerous occasions. It was that healer mage.
"Khali?"

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