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Yeah okay how bout I get made into a personal doctor or something? |
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That sounds good! Shall one of us start then? |
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Maybe I could be a personal doctor or adviser ? |
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Good idea! Maybe personal doctor? I could get my character into a few quarrels or training battles where he gets injured. |
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Sure! I don't think we decided on an age range for our characters so I'll just have mine as 21 and you can put yours around that age. If that's ok. Oh- also are we doing this in modern or medieval times?) ~
Charles awoke to the sun peeking into his room from the cracks between his curtains. He sat up with a groan and stretched once he had climbed out of bed. He made his way over to his closet and picked out a white, long-sleeve shirt with frills on the cuffs and chest as well as black pants and boots to go with it. He debated for a few moments on wearing a coat over it, but decided against it since it didn't look too cold outside. |
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Mediaeval Beau walked down the hall to the door of the prince's bed chambers and knocked " Your Highness, permission to enter?" Beau said loud enough for His Highness to hear . |
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Charles looked at the door when he heard a knock and recognized the voice of his doctor. He was confused on why he was here at the moment, since Charlie didn't think anything was wrong with him, but didn't mind the company. "You may enter," he replies as he turns to check his attire in a large mirror. |
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" Your Highness , His Majesty the King ordered me to give you this vial though I am not sure if you should drink it seems to be made of a poisonous root called Dragonstooth Root , I don't mean to offend you or the crown " Beau rambled his eyes not meeting the prince's strong brown eyes . |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
