Alexander [Lieutenant]

[ALEXANDER]

OOC Name: Jag or Alex
Character Name: Alexander
Link to bio: Here
Desired Position: Lieutenant [Order of the Frost]

[Administrator]

Your emperor has sent you to spy on the Flame city of Kvatembr. You are alone and without backup. You are nearing the palace when you are spotted by a small group of followers. Then, you notice a Flame lieutenant appearing from behind them, weapon in hand and ready to kill you. How do you handle this situation?


Note: Just make up names for the other people involved.

[ALEXANDER]

Just when he had began to think he had been in worse situations, this had snatched the whole damn cake.

Alexander's face remained placid, calm as his mind worked fervently, green eyes tracing the ever steady movement of the Flame lieutenant as he drew near. What? No Questions first? At least it would give him time to think something up that was better than what he already had planned. Oh well. Might as well give it a shot. If all else fails, at least he might be able to slip away without them discovering his true identity. A few feet and closing, like a heat-seeking missile, broad sword raised and dark eyes glimmering with suspicion and blood lust. Talk about trained to kill.

"Is that anyway to approach someone who is here to help?" his words seemed to catch the Lieutenant off guard, who momentarily stopped to scrutinize him.

"Help, you? Who are you?"

Alexander smiled ever so subtly, "Perhaps is it best we speak without other ears present. I'm sure your Emperor would not pleased if this information... leaked," He lightly gestured for the lieutenant to come closer and away from the group of Flame Followers carefully watching them. The broad man hesitated, now looking more curious than hostile as he passed a glance over his shoulder before slowly coming near, sword still lifted in a defensive stance.

"What are you talking about?" the man growled, dark eyes hard while they ghosted over Alexander's form. He had changed into the clothing accustomed of this nation for the season, because they would probably know right off the bat he was a spy if he would have come garbed in his furs. "There is a disease spreading throughout this region, is there not? I was sent by the Apothecary in Nadseni to help. Don't want the Emperor getting sick, now do we?" he asked, watching the expression on the Lieutenant's face cloud for a moment.

Alexander really hoped he bought it and hadn't ever seen the Apothecary in Nadseni, or he'd be screwed. Some Frost followers had intercepted a messenger on his way to Nadseni and forced him to release the information of his orders. The Emperor, not wanting the disease to spread any farther than it had in fear of a panic breaking out through the nation, ordered the Apothecary of the city to aid them. He apparently had great knowledge of how to get rid of it, so the Frost had kept the messenger and sent Alexander in the Apothecary's stead. The poor Lieutenant had been forced to memorize the procedures the Flame Apothecary used and what exactly he used. That is, after they managed to get it out of the messenger, who had had to have known what to do to know which Apothecary to go to. By the end of it, his poor brain was aching from all the new information, but at least he was able to memorize it, though it had cost him a few days worth of travel.

"What's your name? Apothecary," The Lieutenant suddenly hissed. Alexander didn't even flinch, a simple roll of his eyes indicating a feaux annoyance at the man's petty question, "Ruon, now would you please, stop scrutinizing me as if I were an enemy? I am already late enough as it is without you stalling me,"

The Lieutenant paused, straightening as he looked the young man over again, "Let me see the orders that were sent to you, they were printed on a sheet of paper," He held out his hand, patiently keeping his dark eyes trailed on Alexander as the young man's thoughts spat curses. They sent a damned paper? They hadn't found any paper on the messenger! Crap. Crap. Crap.

"Paper? The messenger did not arrive with one. He probably lost it on his way. You should really get more reliable Followers," he scolded lightly, small but taunting smile appearing once more. The Lieutenant, now thoroughly annoyed stepped aside and slowly sheathed his sword, but not without starring at Alexander for several more minutes. Well, the guy was right, he was already late and the Emperor had begun to grow impatient. If he knew the Lieutenant had given the Apothecary a hard time out here...

"What happened to the Messenger?"

Alexander shrugged. "I don't know, like I said, unreliable."

The Lieutenant let out a gruff snort.

"Alright, come on. But so help me if I find out you're a spy, there is no place on heaven or earth that would save you,"

the older man growled threateningly, even as Alexander swept passed him with a snort.

"Do I look like a spy to you?"

There was no answer as they continued to walk up to the looming castle.

Hopefully his smooth talking would keep him here for a while, or at least long enough to get some information and get out alive.

[Administrator]

Good job. ^^ Definitely a different way to go, showing that he's a level-headed lieutenant who can talk his way out of tough situations rather than relying simply on brawn and fighting skills. Love his cool demeanor; great for the Frost Order. Excuse the pun. >D

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