T A S T E - O F - S A N D (sample rp)

[CrimsonMoon]

" Puramids, temples, cities, etc," He muses," I've taken over for my father... When he passed on to the afterlife.."

[Light]

"Ah..." She clicks her tongue a bit, "so you really have no choice in the matter, then? Or are you doing all this out of the goodness of your heart for your father?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Both, but how can you say my descendants wont take back the slaves if i free them?"

[Light]

She gives him a look, her lips twitching ever so slightly before she sniffs and turns away, "I would rather not answer that; but if I did I would say something along the lines of 'your defendants would have a mighty hard time doing so.'"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Most likely, but who can say? We pluck the Babylonian's Princess straight from his castle, it shouldnt be much more than that." He muses as he stops the chariot in front of the temple of the Nile

[Light]

Ace looks at it, a shiver crawling up her spine despite the warm air, "This place... Why are we here?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" You don't want to visit your own fater? Indeed we are very much alike..." He holds his hand out to help her down

[Light]

"I don't mind my father," she whispers, climbing down. "Something here..." She hesitates before shaking her head a bit, "lets see it then."

[CrimsonMoon]

" hmm... Something? Probably more like someONE, Chione..." He murmurs, brushing past her and into the temple

[Light]

Ace trails after him, her amber eyes focusing on the ground. It made her sick--it felt too humid here, like at the pyramids... Her eyes widen as she catches a smell--THE smell, but brushes it off and puts a look of indifference on her face. Many more would die if she messed this up.

[CrimsonMoon]

He waits for her next to the large statue of (OMG-I-FORGOT) and glances back at her

[Light]

(Ershat I forgot toooo)

Ace steps up to it, her head tilting to the side as she analyzes it, "Well..." She muses, her arms crossing as she rubs he hands up and down her arms.

[CrimsonMoon]

" you're father not look like this?" He asks," Well that would make sense.."

[Light]

"It's interesting though," she nods her head, smiling a bit nervously, "To see what you think him to look like."

[CrimsonMoon]

" We see him as our artisans depict him," The Pharoah points out, once again placing her under a scrutinizing gaze

[Light]

"Yes, yes," she waves her hand a bit, her back straightening as she refuses to shrink under his eyes, "Hmph."

[CrimsonMoon]

" you seem nervous... Why?" The Pharoah comments casually

[Light]

She presses her lips in a thin line, "I'm not nervous," she slowly says, "it's more of disgust; don't pretend you don't feel it, because I know I can smell it."

[CrimsonMoon]

The Pharoah tilts his head," Death?"

[Light]

"Yes," she nods her head, "my father may become displeased to have had such an act performed so close to him again." Giving herself a mental pat on the back, she steps back from the statue, feeling eyes bore into her from afar.