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by Gigaverse » Thu Jul 10, 2014 6:28 pm
Art-person(?). Japan liker. tired-ish.
Student inlinguistics???. On-and-off writer.
MAKE CAKE NOT stupidshiticanmakefunof.born in, raised in and emigrated from vietbongistan lolol
Operating this polity based on preferences and narrative purposes
clowning incident | clowning incident | bottom text
can produce noises in (in order of grasp) vietbongistani, oldspeak
and bonjourois (learning weebspeak and hitlerian at uni)
by Evraim » Thu Jul 10, 2014 8:38 pm
by Gigaverse » Thu Jul 10, 2014 10:47 pm
Art-person(?). Japan liker. tired-ish.
Student inlinguistics???. On-and-off writer.
MAKE CAKE NOT stupidshiticanmakefunof.born in, raised in and emigrated from vietbongistan lolol
Operating this polity based on preferences and narrative purposes
clowning incident | clowning incident | bottom text
can produce noises in (in order of grasp) vietbongistani, oldspeak
and bonjourois (learning weebspeak and hitlerian at uni)
by Nuridia » Fri Jul 11, 2014 10:00 am
by The Polarian Empire » Fri Jul 11, 2014 10:47 am
Nuridia wrote:"Well thank you." Charlotte told Alyse. The silver haired girl was not known for being straight with people and even though Lottie knew she could sing she saw Alyse smile a bit when mentioning Clovis. The younger princess was notoriously manipulative and Lottie didn't know if the compliment was genuine or some attempt to butter her up but Lottie didn't really care much. "Your viola would be a good accompaniment, but you have to stay still so I can do your hair properly." Charlotte told her sister gently and then heard Cornelia and Euphemia come into the room. "Hey guys, how's things going!" she grinned at her two full sisters. "Things have been okay so far, but not for Jamie I'm afraid." she explained to the other two pinkettes before she heard Alyse's voice select a hairstyle. "Well a little more elaborate than I'm used to but I can do it." Charlotte said as she began to braid the somewhat elaborate hairstyle into Alyse's silver strands.
New Caledonians are prompted to vote in the upcoming referendum to grant the state of Bennu greater autonomy or not. Elections for the Chancellor of the Dominion has the whole nation on edge.
by Evraim » Fri Jul 11, 2014 4:01 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Snip.
by Gigaverse » Fri Jul 11, 2014 6:01 pm
Art-person(?). Japan liker. tired-ish.
Student inlinguistics???. On-and-off writer.
MAKE CAKE NOT stupidshiticanmakefunof.born in, raised in and emigrated from vietbongistan lolol
Operating this polity based on preferences and narrative purposes
clowning incident | clowning incident | bottom text
can produce noises in (in order of grasp) vietbongistani, oldspeak
and bonjourois (learning weebspeak and hitlerian at uni)
by Nuridia » Fri Jul 11, 2014 6:10 pm
by Gigaverse » Fri Jul 11, 2014 6:19 pm
Art-person(?). Japan liker. tired-ish.
Student inlinguistics???. On-and-off writer.
MAKE CAKE NOT stupidshiticanmakefunof.born in, raised in and emigrated from vietbongistan lolol
Operating this polity based on preferences and narrative purposes
clowning incident | clowning incident | bottom text
can produce noises in (in order of grasp) vietbongistani, oldspeak
and bonjourois (learning weebspeak and hitlerian at uni)
by Jordslag » Fri Jul 11, 2014 8:24 pm
by Inquilabstan » Sat Jul 12, 2014 9:12 am
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by The Polarian Empire » Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:40 am
Evraim wrote:Oranmiyan Palace - Bedchambers
Lagos, Britannian West Africa
The Holy Britannian Empire
"Thanks, Lottie," Alyse chirped, closing her eyes. She sometimes liked to enjoy the sensation of another person's hands running through her hair. It was nostalgic. Her mother used to do it all the time when she was still small, whenever she praised her or even in random moments of intimacy between mother and daughter. Besides that, she didn't want to catch a glimpse of her hair in the vanity's mirror until her sister had put the finishing touches on it. Alyse had a truly baffling number of eccentricities, and this was just one more to join the treasure trove which already existed.
She seemed unaffected by Cornelia's question, her ears perking up only slightly as her reveries were rudely interrupted. "Why?" she asked airily, a secret smile brightening her features, "I'm not telling." A sneer animated the last three words, with Alyse's stuck-out tongue belaboring the point. Her tones, gestures, and even the words themselves all suggested a childlike petulance, though this was merely another aspect of the princess's strategy. Revealing too much too soon would not suit her objectives, namely the unmasking of her clandestine opponent and the retrieval of her wayward little brother. Of course, her spoiled demeanor came with its own set of risks. Cornelia, while clever in her own way, tended to prefer direct confrontation and violence to the subtleties of political machination. Alyse had anticipated this, and fixed the game in her favor in the opening moves.
The knights who owed their loyalty to Britannia had been dispatched to retrieve James, without open-channel communicators. This meant that Cornelia would need to pry the communicator from Alyse's own, albeit feeble, hands to order a withdrawal. Furthermore, the only soldiers remaining in the palace at this point were members of the Amazigh-Tuareg Liberation Army, who swore their oaths directly to her. Several of them were clustered at strategic points, prepared to lurch into action at the slightest provocation. Cornelia would have a difficult time employing coercion under these circumstances, making it unlikely that Alyse's plan would be foiled. The current odds of success stood at about five-to-one, boring but safe. Taking on more risk during the opening stages would have been a folly.
Finally, the princess had amassed substantial intelligence records, including immediately available information pertaining to James's phone call and the two mysterious interlopers at the airport. She remained unsure of their identities, but the appearance of two ostensible nobles at a time like this couldn't result from mere coincidence, could it? Her theories regarding this matter were of a far more tentative nature, and would not have withstood a test of statistical significance. Nonetheless, Alyse was not perturbed. These facts just meant that she could garner more entertainment from the speculations. As the princess was in the process of ignoring her sister's pending outburst, her communicator began ringing again. Baltaser. Have we proceeded so quickly to check? she wondered.
She answered. "Your Highness," his voice hinting at befuddlement, "We have ascertained the identities of the two suspicious persons at this time. They are Sir Lucius Kingsley, the Knight-Commander of the Order of Saint Gabriel, and Lady Alice Henrietta Highland. The Knight-Commander has requested an audience, princess." A smirk flickered on the girl's face. Is that who has been cowering behind the curtain? she thought. Alyse might have laughed. This was going to be more interesting than she had anticipated. "Inform Sir Lucius that I will accept his request," the princess commanded, "Please, provide the gentleman and his companion with a worthy honor guard to ensure that they make it unmolested to the palace. This afternoon's tea will not disappoint!" She could practically feel Baltaser rolling his eyes. "As Your Highness commands," he allowed, his tone stoic.
"What of my brother?" the girl inquired, the purr of her hair-based contentment flowing into her tone. "We have deployed the Nigerian Guard and pinpointed His Highness's location," the officer explained, "We should be able to take him into custody within the hour. I will provide an update when the mission is accomplished." Alyse gave a curt nod, resulting in the brush tugging more forcefully against her hair than expected. She grimaced, but said nothing. "Lovely," the princess murmured, "Invite the officers involved in this operation to tea too. I want to torment Cornelia." She hung up before Baltaser could process this order and protest.
"It seems like we'll have some high notoriety guests at this afternoon's tea," she remarked idly, pretending as though she hadn't deliberately antagonized Cornelia seconds before. Her eyes fluttered open as she glanced back at Euphemia. "Tell me, Euphie," she questioned, "Are you familiar with Sir Lucius Kingsley? I've heard they call him the Phantom of the Frontier in Siberia. He sounds fascinating, doesn't he?" While her comment sounded like gossip, Alyse wanted to assess her sister's reaction since she had been the one who handed the phone over to James according to the pair of witnesses. Alyse wanted to corroborate her suspicions about who the caller might be.
Japanese Black Army Bunker
Tokyo, Britannian Occupied Japan
The Holy Britannian EmpireThe BranRiech wrote:Snip.
As Yuri scuttled through the relative safety of the back alleyways that functioned like the veins of Japan's destitute underworld, the din of battle grew more and more distant. At the same time, the faces that peered out at him from the darkness grew more Asiatic in their features. Distrust hung palpably in the air. These people had been wronged by men who looked like Yuri in the past. They had grievances beyond counting, all of which coalesced then in that poignant moment, as the soldier ran from the war that had determined the course of his life up until that point. Four people, ostensibly civilians from the settlements who had wondered into the ghettos inadvertently in their desperate attempt to escape the carnage, still sprinted at his heels. All of the sudden, the force of a collision jolted through Yuri's body, knocking him to the ground. This was followed by the sound of rifles shifting to focus on him and his companions.
A group of men and women, plainly Japanese, were clustered around the entrance of a dingy building plastered with rotting graffiti that consisted of a peculiar mix of expletives and anti-imperial slogans. Faded reds, chalky blues, and piss-colored yellows all drew the gaze, not to mention the revulsion, of the casual passerby. The Japanese glared at Yuri, their dark eyes flickering with annoyance. "On the ground! Now!" a woman shouted coolly, methodically, "We won't hesitate to shoot!" At first glance, one would not have mistaken her as a career soldier. Her eyes were too lively, even in their fierceness, and her voice too measured. Another oddity was her age. She couldn't have been any older than twenty. Glancing around, Yuri would have observed that few of the Japanese who had surrounded his group were older than thirty.
"You shouldn't speak so harshly, Hinata," a man's voice interjected. His tone was laid-back and casual, though his words held a ring of charisma, of sagacity. "After all," the man continued, "Martin Buber argued that there were three principles in a person's being and life: the principle of thought, the principle of speech, and the principle of action. The origin of all conflict between a person and his or her fellows is that we don't say what we think and we don't do what we say. Remember, the tongue like a sharp knife kills without drawing blood, and murder is a sin in every nation that has ever been." The owner of the voice strolled from the entrance of the ramshackle building, a machine gun cradled in his spindly arms. He was bespectacled and handsome, though dark rings had formed around his eyes.
"But Kazuki!" the woman who was called Hinata protested, "They just saw a crucial weapons depot." The man smirked softly, stroking his chin with his right hand. "I suppose you're right," he conceded, "All the same, they shouldn't trouble us too much, and I am loathe to emulate the policies of our oppressors. We'll take them into custody until it is safe to release them. Make sure that they are fed and sheltered. After all, they are our comrades." With this comment, Kazuki, who seemed to be the commanding officer, turned his back on his new guests. The remaining Japanese, who seemed to be members of a resistance cell, quickly pulled the civilians, including Yuri, to their feet, blindfolding them and marching them towards some unknown destination. "Don't scream," Hinata instructed them, "Or we'll gag you. We'll also gag you if the Britannian army shows up."
New Caledonians are prompted to vote in the upcoming referendum to grant the state of Bennu greater autonomy or not. Elections for the Chancellor of the Dominion has the whole nation on edge.
by Nuridia » Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:50 am
Gigaverse wrote:Upon Princess Charlotte's entrance, everything beside the piano keys still remained quiet. He played for two more times, before he finished, and would rather only feel the piano than playing them. He could hear little hiccups coming from the voice behind him.
"Are you crying, Lady Highland? Was my music too soft?"
"No... It's just... me imagining things..."
Charlotte must have recognized the voice by then.
"Please don't. Live your life as meaningful as possible, and you will not come up with things like this. Sadness is not a virtue.
... Princess Charlotte, please excuse our rudeness for not reporting our identities."
Alice turned around to see another woman peaking on them.
by Jordslag » Mon Jul 14, 2014 9:48 am
by The Polarian Empire » Mon Jul 14, 2014 12:57 pm
Nuridia wrote:Gigaverse wrote:Upon Princess Charlotte's entrance, everything beside the piano keys still remained quiet. He played for two more times, before he finished, and would rather only feel the piano than playing them. He could hear little hiccups coming from the voice behind him.
"Are you crying, Lady Highland? Was my music too soft?"
"No... It's just... me imagining things..."
Charlotte must have recognized the voice by then.
"Please don't. Live your life as meaningful as possible, and you will not come up with things like this. Sadness is not a virtue.
... Princess Charlotte, please excuse our rudeness for not reporting our identities."
Alice turned around to see another woman peaking on them.
"Oh that's quite alright." "I recognize your voice though, Master Kingsley." "Or should I say, creep on the phone?" the princess joked somewhat snarkily. She then heard Euphemia yell from upstairs. "Excuse me, I've got to go now." "Goodbye." Charlotte said, running upstairs. "What in the blue, green, red and purple hells is going on here?" the princess asked when she saw Euphemia hold Cornelia back from attacking Alyse.
New Caledonians are prompted to vote in the upcoming referendum to grant the state of Bennu greater autonomy or not. Elections for the Chancellor of the Dominion has the whole nation on edge.
by Titananium » Tue Jul 15, 2014 8:59 am
by Evraim » Tue Jul 15, 2014 6:13 pm
by Jordslag » Tue Jul 15, 2014 6:20 pm
by Evraim » Tue Jul 15, 2014 7:33 pm
by Gigaverse » Tue Jul 15, 2014 8:36 pm
Art-person(?). Japan liker. tired-ish.
Student inlinguistics???. On-and-off writer.
MAKE CAKE NOT stupidshiticanmakefunof.born in, raised in and emigrated from vietbongistan lolol
Operating this polity based on preferences and narrative purposes
clowning incident | clowning incident | bottom text
can produce noises in (in order of grasp) vietbongistani, oldspeak
and bonjourois (learning weebspeak and hitlerian at uni)
by Jordslag » Wed Jul 16, 2014 12:02 pm
by Eaglleia » Thu Jul 17, 2014 1:24 pm
by The Polarian Empire » Fri Jul 18, 2014 1:17 pm
New Caledonians are prompted to vote in the upcoming referendum to grant the state of Bennu greater autonomy or not. Elections for the Chancellor of the Dominion has the whole nation on edge.
by Urran » Tue Jul 22, 2014 4:35 am
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by The BranRiech » Tue Jul 22, 2014 4:59 am
As Yuri scuttled through the relative safety of the back alleyways that functioned like the veins of Japan's destitute underworld, the din of battle grew more and more distant. At the same time, the faces that peered out at him from the darkness grew more Asiatic in their features. Distrust hung palpably in the air. These people had been wronged by men who looked like Yuri in the past. They had grievances beyond counting, all of which coalesced then in that poignant moment, as the soldier ran from the war that had determined the course of his life up until that point. Four people, ostensibly civilians from the settlements who had wondered into the ghettos inadvertently in their desperate attempt to escape the carnage, still sprinted at his heels. All of the sudden, the force of a collision jolted through Yuri's body, knocking him to the ground. This was followed by the sound of rifles shifting to focus on him and his companions.
A group of men and women, plainly Japanese, were clustered around the entrance of a dingy building plastered with rotting graffiti that consisted of a peculiar mix of expletives and anti-imperial slogans. Faded reds, chalky blues, and piss-colored yellows all drew the gaze, not to mention the revulsion, of the casual passerby. The Japanese glared at Yuri, their dark eyes flickering with annoyance. "On the ground! Now!" a woman shouted coolly, methodically, "We won't hesitate to shoot!" At first glance, one would not have mistaken her as a career soldier. Her eyes were too lively, even in their fierceness, and her voice too measured. Another oddity was her age. She couldn't have been any older than twenty. Glancing around, Yuri would have observed that few of the Japanese who had surrounded his group were older than thirty.
"You shouldn't speak so harshly, Hinata," a man's voice interjected. His tone was laid-back and casual, though his words held a ring of charisma, of sagacity. "After all," the man continued, "Martin Buber argued that there were three principles in a person's being and life: the principle of thought, the principle of speech, and the principle of action. The origin of all conflict between a person and his or her fellows is that we don't say what we think and we don't do what we say. Remember, the tongue like a sharp knife kills without drawing blood, and murder is a sin in every nation that has ever been." The owner of the voice strolled from the entrance of the ramshackle building, a machine gun cradled in his spindly arms. He was bespectacled and handsome, though dark rings had formed around his eyes.
"But Kazuki!" the woman who was called Hinata protested, "They just saw a crucial weapons depot." The man smirked softly, stroking his chin with his right hand. "I suppose you're right," he conceded, "All the same, they shouldn't trouble us too much, and I am loathe to emulate the policies of our oppressors. We'll take them into custody until it is safe to release them. Make sure that they are fed and sheltered. After all, they are our comrades." With this comment, Kazuki, who seemed to be the commanding officer, turned his back on his new guests. The remaining Japanese, who seemed to be members of a resistance cell, quickly pulled the civilians, including Yuri, to their feet, blindfolding them and marching them towards some unknown destination. "Don't scream," Hinata instructed them, "Or we'll gag you. We'll also gag you if the Britannian army shows up."
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