Five Word Challenge #11

[Kitti]

Five Word Challenge
Presented by: Kitti!​

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This challenge is to help strengthen your vocabulary. You'll learn new words and how to use them in roleplay posts, stories, poems, etc!​

Instructions:
1. Aim for a minimum of 1-3 paragraphs. If you'd like to write more than that, then go for it!
2. Make sure you use each word in your post. Be as creative as you'd like.
3. Style the writing like you would for a story. It can be describing a setting, or written from the perspective of a character. Whatever you feel would work the best.
4. Have fun with this, of course!

The Words:

• Quisling (n.) - Someone who collaborates with an enemy occupying his or her country; a traitor.
  [*] Emblazon (v.) - To deck in glaring colors; to set off conspicuously; to display pompously.
  [*] Sedulous (adj.) - Diligent in application or pursuit; steadily industrious.
  [*] Pule (v.) - To whimper; to whine.
  [*] Manse (n.) - A large and imposing residence.
  

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[Duffy Bracken]

The quisling was sedulous in her application of guile, wit, and deception. Without faltering she strode across the lawn of the manse, did away with the guard's suspicions, and made her way up onto the veranda, and into the ballroom. The run of her dress flowed like a river in her wake, soft satin spirals undercut with red ribbon and a bodice support that was as sultry as it was uncomfortable. Nothing about her attire suggested that beneath the elegance of the regent style, there were two daggers and a vial of poison.

"You are, madame?" enquired the usher, appearing by her side with no fanfare or noise. He wore a perfectly ironed, spotless, and newly tailored tuxedo. She bowed politely to him in response, a curtsy she was informed would allay no doubts as to the right she had to be there tonight.

"My name is Mira-belle Von Hart," was her natural response. It was not, suffice to say, her real name at all. It was so long since she last used her birth title, she would have had trouble recalling it on even the clearest of days. "I am here to escort the Duke to the amphitheatre." The second part of her introduction, on the other hand, was true as could be. The greatest patrons of espionage would always tell a pupil to hide devious lies in perilous truths, masquerading a thousand faces behind a thousand names.

His short, sharp nod indicated to the quisling that her rouse had been successful.

"Do follow me," he said sharply, as if everyone in the room, especially her, offended his every sense.

As they trailed through the cluttered hall, narrowly avoiding flailing arm and tress in time to the poor man's excuse for a rhythm, Mira-belle pictured the scene they would encounter the next day, when they discovered the Duke, quite dead. All night, she would make him pule. All night, she would make him suffer. For each assault on her good name he tried, she would emblazon the truth in his blood, and his blood would emblazon the walls of the large, imposing residence that had oppressed the common folk of Rodham for so long.

 

[Juneberry]

Brady was certainly a unique fellow. He had always seemed sedulous, thus Razen felt he would be perfect for the job of capturing Rakuto and taking him in for experimentation. However, no one would have expected the man to become a quisling. No one realized just how sly Brady was. Especially not his boss, whom was already mad with power. Brady was not loyal to the Dark Army itself. He was merely loyal to his personal feelings towards the scenario.


When he first took Rakuto to the manse and locked him in a jail cell in the basement, he was surprised to find how fiery the boy's temperament was. Yes, it was known that Rakuto had some psychic power. However, even Grover didn't think that the boy would accept being kidnapped without trying to pule. No, instead, the boy tried to gain insight as to why he was being hunted. He tried talking with his own captor calmly, not even worried about escaping! A unique scenario indeed, and one that was only going to be Grover's downfall.


On a day after the event, Rakuto had left Grover's pretend workplace after another meeting for information. Lately, Rakuto had become a regular at the bar, coming when it was empty to talk to the cynically cheerful man about the girl 'protecting' him, and her father who seemed to want him at all costs. When he'd left, Grover was sure a familiar feeling had come over him as one he'd recognized before. However, it was too late for him to notice as the shadow of a plate he was cleaning pulled him in. When he had disappeared without a trace, a dark figure emerged from the shadow. Without a word, he found it easy to emblazon from the bar, easily noticed, yet not bothered by the people around him as he disappeared into the distance, waiting for sirens to arrive when blood and a broken plate were found in the still open establishment.