thekingsgambit: (completely broken in)
[Is leaning against tree SOMEWHERES, going once more over those oh so special invites from camp... He's already pushing it enough with just being here and besides he's not going to leave Nunnally and Suzaku to wonder again where he's gone, especially after the work Nunnally has gone through in attempts to rebuild her family. Besides, he still has to be prepared for whatever might happen to Kallen's own time line while she is gone...

Closing his eyes, he quickly rips the letter in half.]
thekingsgambit: (Default)
[Ah, it is a fine winter afternoon in camp. And over at Cabin Britannia aka Boys 4, there seems to be some happenings. One loli princess seems even more excited than usual as she calls into the common room as loudly as she can before rushing outside in her wheelchair. As can be expected, her sudden exit is followed by an unruly collie and several cats.]

Oh, big brother! Big brother! Wake up. Rolo and Suzaku-san are finally moving in!
thekingsgambit: (♚ distance in your eyes)
[Having left his sister in the company of those he deems trustworthy, Lelouch waits by the outskirts of the woods, nearer to the barrier than most care to venture -- probably for fear of accidents. He appears in better spirits than he had the other day and twirls one of his chess pieces idly in between his fingers, as he mentally counts down the minutes. Lateness is a non-issue.]
thekingsgambit: (♚ seas would rise when I gave the word)
[This late at night, most people would be sleeping contentedly in their cabins. But as such sleeping hours and Lelouch have long been beyond speaking terms, the hour finds him busying himself exploring the darker parts of camp in search of new information. Current location: the swamps. And though his goal is to analyze his surroundings, his attention is not entirely with them, as it has not been for several weeks.]
thekingsgambit: (zz you saw nothing)
[cont. from here. This d'awww moment is being interrupted by a very loud and possibly jealous yowl.]
thekingsgambit: (britannia's next top model)
[In one of the hospital beds, a confused ex-emperor is gradually coming to, blinking amid the poor lighting and grasping his side as he tries to sit up a little too fast. The skin around one underside of his jaw appears slightly swollen and darker than usual. Other than that, the only thing that stands out is the strained look of thought on his face as he tries to sort through the afternoon's events.]



((Note, with the exception of the Black Knights, threads are not occurring at the same time.))
thekingsgambit: ([c] now we're grown up orphans)
[And here we have a little chibi, reading a book under a tree. His ever-mischievous but faithful cat napping beside him.]
thekingsgambit: ([c] did you lose yourself somewhere)
[After a long day of story-telling, dragon-baiting and generally being a contentious little chibi, we find young Lelouch waking up in the wee hours of morning with a parched throat, a result of the weather and his lousy constitution. Following a quick check on his little sister, curled close beside him, he cautiously slips out of the bed to make his way to the common room. Stealthily. He even makes it all the way room -- before a pair of early riser kittens find their way underfoot and his grab for the chair is rather poor planned. It soon finds its way down with him. This is why it's always such a great idea to attempt a "midnight" snack in a cabin full of hair-trigger sleepers. orz]

... we didn't have that many cats...
thekingsgambit: (bees are not taking me out)
[In their oh secretive way, one student-cum-terrorist and one gray witch have arranged an impromptu meeting in the uppermost level of Boys 4. Luckily for them, most of the cabin residents fail to even note the vertical annexation exists half of the time. This particular day, Lelouch is placing a hand lightly against his left eye, having been plagued by an insistent prickling sensation in the back of it for the better part of the morning. He regards C.C. as she sits on the bed, idly running her hands through her hair. Lelouch removes the hand, blinking slightly and glaring at his accomplice for answers.]

I have not even used it recently. Nothing that would have provoked this sort of reaction. What aren't you telling me?
thekingsgambit: (who needs the alex dino sunglasses)
[Having tasked another with arrangements for his sister, our ever-unsatisfied failprince is making his rounds around the more frequented areas of camp, armed with a notepad already a quarter full of various measurements, problem scenarios and a few less than beautiful sketches. His steps are paced with the manner of one reluctant to miss a single detail, but his expression, normally just as deliberate, is agitated. The writing, still more defined and precise than most, shows the slightest hint of unsteadiness, as if his mind is not entirely on his task. He turns his head for just a moment and then flips to the next page, walking forward once more.]
thekingsgambit: (the road to hell is paved with)
[To most, a day of remembrance is a somber occasion. And Lelouch has already filled that requirement, having spent the majority of the day where he is now, in his room. For perhaps the second time, his laptop is closed and shunted to the side to make room for box containing Marianne's necklace. The box is open, although he has yet to touch it this entire time. Instead his attention is focused on an overturned jar of origami stars on the upper end of his desk. Some spilling onto the papers and schematics that crowd the desk's edge and tumble softly to the floor.

Another star bounces off his leg and falls onto one of pages already cluttered on the ground. Absently, his gaze travels to it, briefly reading the writing. Suddenly he jerks his head up from where he had been resting it on his palms, elbows doing their best to dig into the table. Lelouch snatches his jacket from the chair, not bothering with the mess he has made for the moment.

Eventually, he finds himself on a course only briefly trodden but one he has studied well enough to know his way. It helps that his destination is not a place. His walk is brisk and immediate, and it doesn't take him long to find what he's after.]



Should we be concerned?
thekingsgambit: (don't need your authority)
[It is midday in Camp Fuck You Die, the time when one fail prince is usually delving into texts at the library or making his usual inspections of camp. But instead, the afternoon finds him at his desk, laptop relocated to the far corner, replaced by a manual of some kind and an ornate necklace. A necklace, which has seen better days, as one of the two diamonds that hang from the main chain has apparently detached itself completely. As Lelouch peers at the necklace, glancing away from his page, he hears a soft mew from the bed. Its occupant rolls to her side, stretching lazily and watching him with her half-open eyes. He addresses her while keeping his gaze on the task at hand.]

I certainly hope you are proud of yourself.
thekingsgambit: (fill your dry mouth full of sand)
[continuation from here

Winces again, though this time more due to Suzaku's sudden determination than any actual strain to his hair. Also lowers his voice.]

More so, he is continuously evasive.
thekingsgambit: (running from these masquerades)
[Ah, early morning in the gardens. A time for simple reflection, rest from an overly complicated week, nostalgic appreciation of the flowers -- and a curious fire-duckling who has wandered into the scene to watch. And what is he watching? Why a well-sobered noodleprince walking among the rows, examining a plant from time to time, with a very distant look in his eyes.]

Am I just fooling myself?
thekingsgambit: (ps suzaku is a stalker)
[away from some of the post-holiday mingling, one emo exiled prince is spending some quiet time inside his cabin, sitting at the table in the common room. the table is decorated with various multi-colored shapes designed from folded paper and a reasonable stack of not-yet-folded paper sits near his elbow. he starts making the creases for his next creation, expecting to be uninterrupted for the next hour or so...]
thekingsgambit: (zz you saw nothing)
[OOC Note: So I bet you're all wondering what zany scheme I have for inducing a gender-switch since we know I'm so terribly fond of complicated scenarios. Well, if you just want the cause, you can find it in the third thread, but be aware that it is subtle. The rest of these threads are just chronological snapshots/logs to show that Lelouch had this coming to him.]
thekingsgambit: (*cue green day lyrics*)
[following his encounter with cornelia, one ill-fated prince who really has had better weeks is in route to the sewers to seek assistance from the only person he can really ask right now]


((OOC Notes: Because I screwed up my timing, the top and bottom threads are about a week apart. We are assuming after talk with C.C., Lelouch chilled in the sewers for a while and later ran into Suzaku while the knight was Zero-hunting. Just go with me here. o/))
thekingsgambit: (student council is very dangerous)
[amid the Zenon curse, a certain prince-cum-terrorist-cum-camper is doing his usual survey of the campgrounds and currently battling one hell of a headache...]

All of the sudden...

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