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Post by ash on Aug 29, 2016 19:05:02 GMT
Roan grinned. He knew he was shit at flirting. He knew he was not good at it. He never learned it and would probably never learn it. He was brought up to be a prince, to marry whoever his mother chose. He never had to think about dating anyone. He technically didn't want to date, still didn't, but he was bored and she was pretty and from what he experienced here, with her and her friends, she was open minded for a little fun. Even if that little fun was entertaining an injured, terribly helpless Azgeda king, who couldn't even flirt to save his life - literally. The term of angel was unfamiliar to him, but he remembered it, from his youth. It was not even what he meant, but it could have turned out worse.
"Apparently the king needs better flirting skills." He laughed. None of it worked. Then again he didn't necessarily need it to work. He wanted to talk to her. This place was boring, but some people here were interesting. Not many, but this Harper was one of them. She seemed innocent, but far from it at the same time, friendly, but she had seen horrors. "I just needed to get out of there." They helped him, but at the same time they were boring as hell in there. "I gotta say your leader is a good shot, but there is next to no humor in this sad sick place." Most f the people in there weren't about to die, but they acted like they were. "At least you know humor, beautiful."
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Post by ash on Aug 28, 2016 14:40:35 GMT
His disguise was good, it seemed. His disguised being a dirty beggar. Who would have expected that of a prince? Not many, naturally. But that was, what he was been forced to become. He was a beggar now, banished from the land of his people, of his father. He ahd not even been given the chance to properly say goodbye, couldn't bare to even attempt to say goodbye to Ontari back then. The idea of leaving her, leaving all of them was jsut to painful for him to bear. Finally she noticed him, recognized him. Ontari pulled out the knife again and he couldnt blame her. Not just because if someone would recognize her, they would expect her to do what his sentence would require her to do: Kill him, end his life because he was tresspassing on lands that were no longer his. But he wanted to come home. He was tired.
"Ontari, I can explain." Not jsut his appearance but why he left without a word, without ever saying goodbye to her. It was done. He could not take it back. "I need your help." That alone was gutsy to say. She would probably expect the worse, and not without good reason. He was banished and left without a word. People could expect him to be pissed at his mother, but he was a lot more pissed at Lexa than his mother. Still he wanted to come home, but he was in no position to do this on his own. Ontari, though, was in the position to help him. "I am sick of this. I want to come home. But I need your help."
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Post by ash on Aug 26, 2016 22:53:08 GMT
She was right, probably on case of the Skaikru more than in Azgedas. Azgeda was, after all a monarchy, has been for quite some while. He didn't have to justify anything to his people, that didn't mean he wouldnt. he was well aware of the risk of coup d'etats. He wouldn't risk it. His intentions were pure and honest: he wanted the best for Azgeda, just the best. The best included the attempt to peace and an end to the pointless killing between them and others. In the end what did the act in Mount weather do? Apparently it just killed innocents. He was done with that, truly done. Constant war was not good for a kingodm, it was a waste of resources in his eyes. He learned that not from his mother but from his banishment. Maybe in part he should be glad for it, it gave him experiences he never expected.
"I'm the king, my people don't need to agree with me. They are sworn to follow me no matter what. The difference is, I want to choose a cleverer path than my mother did. War might bring a leader glory in our country, but it wastes resources and lives. I want my kingodm strong. I can only have that with well fed and healthy people. I'm sure none of you knew, that our lands technically produce more food than we could even dream of needing? Our people could help each other."
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Post by ash on Aug 26, 2016 22:03:05 GMT
Having been banished, the other prisoners did not take kindly to Roan. Many recognized him, not many were happy to see him. He felt it, with ever punch they strategically dealt to him. Grounders, specifically the warriors he was locked up with, knew how to deal out punches and cuts, that would not openly be seen, but leave pain. All the marks they had given him, future scars to join the ones he already had, were easily hidden by his clothing. How wonderful. And nobody bothered to even check on the wound inflected on him by wanheda.
When Roan saw the door open, he expected someone to either come for one of the lowlifes in his cell, or for him. He expected punishment. It wouldn't surprise him if Lexa had him executed for trespassing on lands he was banished from, nevermind that he acted on her orders. Why else lock him up? If she had no intention of letting him go or undoing his banishment, the only other logical reason was to make an example of him, to show his mother, that she would indeed kill her only child. Roan barely recognized the people coming in, but the importance was't lost on him. He got up, slightly dragging a leg, favoring one due to pain.
"Have you come to kill me then? Get on with it! I'm bored!"
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Post by ash on Aug 26, 2016 21:46:25 GMT
Roan couldn't help but laugh. What Wanheda had told her was apparently putting things very lightly. Understadn her people. That was not the only thing why he wanted, no, needed a skaikru ambassador in Azgeda - the word alone raised many questions with the new king. He knew other cultures names were often considered defamatory. Was it the same way with skaikru? He had no idea.
"That is part of it, yes. As you might have noticed by the big mountain blowing up -" Again putting it simplified and lightly and not even remotely close to what happened. Her people were massacred by orders of his very own mother. Then again the very same woman had her own son banished, would anyone really be surprised? Probably not. She was ice cold. "- our people have not exactly had the best start, and due to my placement, I probably don't even know half of it. I do know of the massacre ordered by my mother, though." He had to acknowledge it as war crime. It had to serve as one of the many first steps he had to initiate. "I'm tired of war, but peace can't happen without an understanding of your people. It can't happen without knowledge of your culture, which is obviously very different from ours."
Nina Eaton
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Post by ash on Aug 26, 2016 21:24:04 GMT
"They already are with their knives at my back." Roan pointed out. There was only one reason why one of them wouldn't stab him: If he gave her what she wanted, which might actually coincide with his interest to secure Azgeda and give his people stability. He might manage to get her off his back by at least pretending to fully support her cause, which was only to better herself. He did support it to better the others, his people, the ones he actually owed. Or well he was raised to owe them. His mother might very much disagree with that - or would have. She was dead. And part of him wondered if he, as her son, should feel more.
"Tell me, what would you do now, Echo" He needed her advice. He didn't know how to proceed, how people thought of his mother, of him. He was banished, damn it. A banished prince returned a king. Not too great. He needed someone with a better idea and that was her. Roan stood from the throne, striding away to a window. "Do the people expect me to mourn her?" He hoped now. He couldn't mourn a woman willing to have him killed, her only heir - well biological heir. He sighed. If he wanted peace he needed strength. "I'll have the last mountain man locked up. He's too risky."
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Post by ash on Aug 26, 2016 16:06:27 GMT
King. It still sounded wrong. It still was wrong. He had given up on succeeding his mother on the throne long ago. He had known for so long, that as long as he was the prince, his mothers son, he'd always be used for her schemes and games. He was never meant for a throne. But he had it now. He was king and he was unprepared. And he had to appear like he was mourning. But how could he mourn someone he barely knew? His father, when he still lived, showed Roan more love than Nia. He suspected that was where he got the idea of not always needing to put people down from.
"Just Roan please." he said, calm, kindly, wanting an open and honest talk. He wanted a good base for all of that. That meant hard work, not only with skaikru, but with his people. He was the king after war, but also during war. It was his job to make sure his people had a good life. It would be a hard job.
"What's your name?" He asked her. He needed to know in order to, well introduce her to people and justify her being there. It would be a hard fight, but he was determined. War needed to stop. At least for Azgeda.
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Post by ash on Aug 24, 2016 18:51:03 GMT
@harpermcintyre It was actually quite beautiful. Roan wore only a thin shirt and thin pants as she walked - or wobbled - outside of the medical station in Arkadia. They had, to his luck, decided to treat him there. He was feeling already surprisingly well considering he had been shot. He still couldn't put his full weight on one side, but he was certainly getting there, day by day. The crutches were no longer necessary, so on top of that, his legs were still shaky from no longer being used to walking.
The sunrise painted the area in a wonderful warm light. But it didn't only paint the area. His eyes fell onto gold, pure gold. The woman standing by the wall was gorgeous and he had seen her before. It was mesmerizing, the pureness of her hair. Slowly he let his body walk to her. The closer he got, the clearer he saw her. She was gorgeous. And he knew her. He had seen her before all of this went down, before Polis.
"Working so early?" He asked her softly. "I could have sworn you were sent by the heavens when I saw you. Now I remember you are."
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Post by ash on Aug 24, 2016 18:08:37 GMT
He was the king now. King of Azgeda, ruling over the kingdom he was banished from for the last years. How ironic that felt. The people around him, ambassadors from Azgeda, warriors and diplomats also didn't know how to handle it. Regardless, he knew, immediately what he wanted and needed. He knew their people had wronged Skaikru. He was too new a king to risk open war. Roan was aware of the lack of backing among his people he still had. He was the banished prince, lived in the wilderness for so long. He knew he had to be careful and calculated among his own people.
But in order to at least feel like Skaikru might be given the justice they deserved despite him being unable to actually do so, he had approached Wanheda with a wish. He needed a skaikru ambassador. He needed someone to make him understand how the hell they ticked, because to him they were aliens, still, thinking completely weird and not understandable at all. He needed to have someone around to explain their antics to him, so Azgeda wouldn't react harshly to some cultural misunderstanding.
Roan looked up when they brought the ambassador in. She seemed young, but as Wanheda had proven to him: Young didn't equal stupid in case of skaikru. "YoU're the ambassador then?"
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Post by ash on Aug 24, 2016 16:49:02 GMT
Roan had once been forced into survival. He had become quite good at it. Roan also knew of the shortcomings of his mother. As such, he knew he owed the twelve clans something. He owed them the effort to join firmer than his mother ever did. He owed some of them justice he couldn't give them. But most importantly: He owed Azgeda. He was their king. So he owed them to find a way to minimize the collateral damage in this and maximise the number of survivors - whatever it took. Being his mothers son, he had grown up with the need to be opportunistic. And he would not get rid of that habit anytime soon.
He was in a way glad Echo was there, but at the same time he was unsure of where she stood with the skaikur. Her role in his mothers plans wasn't lost on him and so he remained sceptic towards the friends safety. He would protect her from them, if he had to, without a second thought, from any form of harm they might want to bring to her.
Bellamy he had gotten to know, despite the stories that one heard, he found him a protector so far. He could work with him, but that did not mean they were friends. However, as far as Roan was concerned the shot was well deserved and so he held no grudge against this skaikru man.
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Post by ash on Aug 18, 2016 18:47:43 GMT
How the tables were turning on him. How fast his life turned from bad to worse. One moment he was banished, homeless and alone, with his friends ordered to kill him, should he ever set foot on his native homeland again. He was banished for being a son, a warrior like a prince should be, for being an heir and through all of that a threat to a system he supported even less now. Azgeda saw man and woman as equally capable, if anything women were higher regarded as they created and gave life, he had no way of defying his mother in her decision, no way of defending himself from the commander. He was merely a prince, a son to someone determined to make their position better, cowards in their own right, scheming and plotting instead of facing it with diplomacy and the willingness to compromise.
Well any thought of that was for nothing as he was chased through the forest by warriors of his own clan, apparently set on killing him and bringing his body to his mother as trophy. Roan had no choice but to run. He was outnumbered. The forest was unfamiliar to him. More than once he stumbled. More than once an arrow graced him, cutting through fabric and skin, leaving a trail of blood on some leaves. He was done for. There was no way he could survive this anymore. He was completely in the disadvantage. That was until a clearing. He was far enough ahead that turning to another direction would throw the warriros off for a bit, potentially long enough to get away. He kept on running then, as fast as his limbs would carry him until he thought he had lost his attackers. Roan let himself fall to his knees at a stream, needing water. He all but put his head into the stream as he got the cooling liquid into his aching malnourished body.
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Post by ash on Aug 14, 2016 14:41:04 GMT
Roan stood shakily. The wound was still bleeding, still painful. The bloodloss rendered him unstable, but he was not alone. Despite that, nobody seemed to care much for the fallen king of Azgeda. And why would they? It was his commander that had caused this wreck in parts, as far as he heard. He still felt shocked and torn from what he experienced between being shot and now. It was a shock to his system, painful in itself. Roan all but resigned himself to die in this place. He couldn't get up. Even if he tried his limbs wouldn't carry him by himself.
So he had to cling to a wall and whatever would support him in order to even scramble to his feet. Walking was extremly hard for him in his position. He had to cling to something, which was hardly possible. But he made a few steps. Soemhow he would get someone to notice him, but he had no idea it would be this way. His way was walking until his legs gave in, unceremoniously walling to the ground in front of not unfamiliar boots. It was a Skaikru girl.
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Post by ash on Aug 13, 2016 13:06:46 GMT
He’s been banished for several years now. It’s been too young. Roan had long since forgotten how his life was with a home. Well, of course he still knew how it had been, but places changed, people changed, rules changed and he simply missed home, community. He missed being able to go somewhere and not fear for someone taking his life as he was banished, technically from the lands of the twelve clans, which didn’t leave him much room on where he would go. Most of the time he was around Trikru, Glowing tree and Azgeda lands, hiding in plain sight even, which happened to me the best hiding spot he found.
There was a feast in Azgeda, which was why he was able to easily sneak into the capital. He was hidden under a cloak, limping for good measure, dirt on his face. A beggar was an easy distraction, because who looked twice at those? Hidden among the crowd, his destination was clear. He wanted home. And he had – or used to have – good friends in high positions. He had hope in one person, like his mother, just for different reasons. As the feast caused noises and distractions, Roan slipped into a place he never expected to see again, but then again this was risking his life. He had to try though. He waited in the shadow, knowing not to drop his disguise just yet. He needed to find Ontari first.
The wait wasn’t long. As she passed, all pride and knowledge of what she could achieve, he moved forward, limping. Holding his hand out, a scar she once gave him all to visible. “Do you have water for an old wounded beggar?”
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Post by ash on Aug 2, 2016 19:26:47 GMT
"He was... chipped." Was that the right world? He thought so, it made sense to him, even if it strictly speaking didn't make any sense at all, but this man was clearly under the influence of something. That couldn't be said about Bellamy. But they were more than even, having met as enemies and that was what you did to an enemy. Roan understood that clearly. He had been in his fair share of war, even official fights, as staged as some of them were. He held no grudges against him.
"You have every reason to." Roan pointed out. "After what my mother did." That might even reveal him as the new king of Azgeda. "Or after what the former commander did. If I was in your position I wouldn't trust our kind as far as I could throw an army of us... and as a matter of fact I don't." He only trusted Azgeda because he was leading Azgeda. He would trust a commander if it was his girl. Other than that: Ten foot pole to another commander. "I'd prefer for things to be... easier. But I doubt we're heading in that direction in the near future. A lot happened."
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Post by ash on Aug 1, 2016 18:21:13 GMT
She did it. She honestly did it. But what about Ontari? She was an equally intense ball of rage, but at least Clarke didn't... well no actually she did, he almost forgot about Mount Weather. Both deadly as they were gorgeous. The people were safe from this threat from inside. That was good. If he wanted to, he could close his eyes and let himself slip away, end the fight that was so hard on him for years. But he knew he couldn't. His people needed him. Without him there was no leader in Azgeda. He could smell civil war coming to them as multiple parties would fight over the throne. With that he knew he could not give up on his life. He had to fight so Azgeda could have peace. He needed to handle his damn succession.
"Wanheda did it again." And he still needed to know about Ontari, but now was not the time. This man was trying to help him, so he had to reply. A bullet, that was what they called it, wasn't it? As prince he never really came into contact with the terms used about Mount Weather. As a exiled refugee even less as he was clever enough to avoid that area. "Yes, a bullet." He confirmed. "I believe your leader - Kane is it? - put that one into me. Gotta say they hurt like a bitch. Oh... and there is one in my arm. That one reopened, Clarke treated it."
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