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by Bentus » Thu Jul 03, 2014 12:27 pm
"Though I fly through the valley of Death, I shall fear no evil. For I am at the Karman line and climbing." - Bentusi SABRE motto
North America Inc wrote:13. IfFinland SSR or Bentusanyone spams the Discord with shipping goals, I will personally tell your mother.
by The BranRiech » Thu Jul 03, 2014 12:33 pm
by Inquilabstan » Thu Jul 03, 2014 1:08 pm
INQUILABSTANI TRIBUNE: Jamshedpur: Students protest alleged medical exam paper leakage. Matrapuram: Onset of rain excites farmers. Laltara: ILEL unveils new low cost tablet. Bishkek: Security forces kill four militants following two hour firefight. Laltara: Foreign ministry holds talks with Emmerian ambassador regarding conflict in Suafrika.
by Jordslag » Thu Jul 03, 2014 1:25 pm
by Ghondra » Thu Jul 03, 2014 2:46 pm
Exelia wrote:It's all good till you have to wear a badge.
by Jordslag » Thu Jul 03, 2014 2:49 pm
Ghondra wrote:"Mein Name ist Werner Brühler." Werner said, despite being a fluent speaker of English. He began to calculate the time it will take for him to grab his Tactical Knife, and take the Royal Bastard hostage.
by Ghondra » Thu Jul 03, 2014 2:51 pm
Exelia wrote:It's all good till you have to wear a badge.
by Jordslag » Thu Jul 03, 2014 3:08 pm
Ghondra wrote:Werner grunted in pain, holding his Knee in a tight manner, blood seeping from it like a waterfall, he struggled to reach his Pistol, but it was kicked away by one of the Britannian guards. "BRITANNIAN SCHWEIN!" He said, as he was dragged out of the Bedchambers.
by Evraim » Thu Jul 03, 2014 7:57 pm
by Jordslag » Thu Jul 03, 2014 8:27 pm
Evraim wrote:Oranmiyan Palace - Bedchambers
Lagos, Britannian West Africa
The Holy Britannian Empire
"An admirable checkmate, little brother," Alyse la Britannia cooed, emerging from a secret compartment under her bed's frame. Her silvery hair was knotted and her evening gown was ruffled, but otherwise she seemed as carefree as usual. "The Nigerian Guard have already secured the grounds as well," the princess informed him, "Nayram reports that we have captured a dozen or so co-conspirators. I was expecting more of a challenge. How dull." A pout formed on her pretty lips, as she shot Werner as disappointed glance. With that, she flung her arms around Jame's shoulders, grasping him in a gentle hug from behind. "Will you be my knight?" she squeaked teasingly, pecking him on one cheek, "You'd look so adorable with the insignia and cloak."
Releasing the boy, his half-sister peered out through an open window onto the port whose construction she had overseen several months earlier. It was a lovely piece of infrastructure, blending the utilitarian aspects of functionalism and the aesthetic appeal of classical architecture. Motifs of lions and elephants, unicorns and dolphins, and giraffes and gazelle embellished open spaces, and a mural celebrating the accomplishments of Nigeria greeted all passersby. No weary soul who ventured ashore would fail to glimpse Obàtálá's rooster kicking up the dirt that served as the foundation for the world, nor an artistic rendering of the great chain of Àtúnwá, what some might call a form of filial reincarnation. Thousands upon thousands of men and women were linked hand to hand, faces fading from one generation to another, as the circle of life pressed into eternity.
The girl, for she could not perceive her own greatness in that moment, being more an insect than a princess before the sheer power of the sloshing ocean, whose trill held sway over her ears even from this distance, lost herself in the brilliance of the moon, that pearl which seemed so stark against the ebony veil of night. Then, she was in a world of her own making, detached from the concrete, mundane realities of governorship and palatial life. Alyse was genuine in her sentiments, in her awe, but that was not to suggest that this was not also a component of her machinations. With almost tender movements, the girl gripped her brothers hand, her silky soft skin brushing against his own in an intimate manner that only siblings who had undergone mutual suffering could comprehend.
"It hurts doesn't it?" she asked softly, her expression sorrowful, more so than the waves that chanted their lamentations for all to her in a plaintive voice that had existed from the beginning of time and that would exist until even the greatest mountains had crumbled to dust, bustling in the wind. Her very sorrow was beautiful. Her gray-blue eyes became pools of unadulterated emotion, so deep that they stole the breath away, and her smile, far from being mischievous, communicated something that words could not, an inexhaustible melancholy afflicting the spirit of mankind itself. "I know," she whispered sadly, "I can feel it too. This ocean breeze reverberates with solitude. Did you know, James? The Yoruba have a myth about the ocean. They say she is the loneliest of their goddesses, that her melodies are the wails of someone who has been abandoned by god himself."
"You see," she continued, speaking the falsehoods as though they were obvious truths, "Her brother was the prince of the deities who dwelt on the savanna. He wore a golden crown, and was much beloved by his people. Whenever he spoke to the ocean, she felt his affection in each word, and she loved him in turn. She also had a husband whose beautiful eyes drew the envy of every other goddess, and one thousand children, no less fair. Her husband was a kind man, who never raised his voice to her or dealt with her roughly, and he worked hard, coming home exhausted each day. Despite this, he never shied away from entertaining their children, or holding her close to his bosom." Alyse felt feigned tears welling up inside her eyelids, then wetness against her cool cheeks.
"One day," she murmured weakly, "Her brother and husband, acting in accordance with their duties, went off to make war on a neighboring tribe, taking all the young man of their nation along with them. The ocean waited a week for news of the outcome, and the return of her family, whom she loved more so than life itself. A week turned into two weeks, then a month, and then half a year. After a certain amount of time had passed, she donned a widow's garments, spreading ash and mud across her brow, and weeping in the streets. She wept and wept without end, until her tears flowed like rivers through the land. So strong had been her love. Seeing this display and taking pity on the goddess, the creator Olòrún made her spirit one with that of the ocean so that she would not perish from weeping."
"He then set the bodies of her bright-crowned brother, husband, and children in the skies so that they would have a burial befitting her passion," Alyse said, "Her brother became the golden flower of the sun. Her husband was memorialized as the blinking radiance of the moon. Finally, her children became stars, each a prince unto his own domain. However, the creator had misunderstood what the ocean's reaction would be. Upon observing the distance between herself and those she loved, her grief became boundless, as boundless as the waters that now comprised her. This has been her state since that time, with no consolation. Her waves, like arms, beckon and reach up to cradle her husband's head, but to no avail."
I suppose I should complete my acquisition of another piece, the princess reflected, pulling the boy closer to herself. "Look," she ordered him, tilting his head until he could see the moon, at the zenith of its loveliness, "And listen. Listen to her mourning cries. I swear to you that you will never know such pain, not so long as I still draw breath. Not you, my sweet brother. I will remain by your side until we are both withered and gray. I won't abandon you." Gingerly, she kissed his hair, then mussed it with one hand. "Let's go to the dining hall," she prompted him, "You might catch a chill if we stay in this chamber too long, and I'm not truly tired."
by Escalan Corps-Star Island » Thu Jul 03, 2014 10:04 pm
by Urran » Fri Jul 04, 2014 3:17 am
Jordslag wrote:Tsuyoi laughed. "I think you had too much to smoke." He said. "For, while he is a horrible man, how are we better then him unless we let him live? Killing him is pointless. It dosen't achieve anything, and only gets blood on our hands. But, what you believe is what you believe. Our next mission is to take over an Airplane. We are headed for North Africa, after this. Just wanted to liberate a few Japanese P.O.Ws before I go. Lost 6 men though." Tsuyoi sighed. "Conflict like this will always happen on this imperfect world. By definition, a law a binding persons goals and views conflict with that of a criminal. Of course Conflict will happen. But if we make it as perfect as we can while retaining our Humanity, one day, all of us can go to heaven. That's what I believe." He then continued running, far over to his resistance group's camp.
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 Tenenza » Fri Jul 04, 2014 6:02 am
by Jordslag » Fri Jul 04, 2014 7:05 am
Urran wrote:Jordslag wrote:Tsuyoi laughed. "I think you had too much to smoke." He said. "For, while he is a horrible man, how are we better then him unless we let him live? Killing him is pointless. It dosen't achieve anything, and only gets blood on our hands. But, what you believe is what you believe. Our next mission is to take over an Airplane. We are headed for North Africa, after this. Just wanted to liberate a few Japanese P.O.Ws before I go. Lost 6 men though." Tsuyoi sighed. "Conflict like this will always happen on this imperfect world. By definition, a law a binding persons goals and views conflict with that of a criminal. Of course Conflict will happen. But if we make it as perfect as we can while retaining our Humanity, one day, all of us can go to heaven. That's what I believe." He then continued running, far over to his resistance group's camp.
"The blood of millions needs to be avenged." was his simple answer to that. Joining the Japanese resistance was not something that he ever thought that he would do, he never even thought that he would be in the military, but his father had changed all of that. If he had to fight, he would fight for the right reasons against an enemy that had no right to do what it was doing. "Just don't scratch my knightmare." he huffed. He hoped to find another Sutherland and actually do some fighting instead of being crammed into a single seat cockpit with a crazy man.
by Urran » Fri Jul 04, 2014 7:11 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 Jordslag » Fri Jul 04, 2014 7:19 am
Urran wrote:"Hmph." Benjamin grunted and stayed in the cockpit, pulling out his service pistol and he stood up and looked about their surroundings, gunfire and explosions from the fighting could be heard. "What's your plan oh great intellect?" Being a Captain, he did not like taking orders from anyone, but he really didn't have a choice at this point. He had one goal, get the prisoners out. However that was accomplished wasn't up to him obviously.
by Gigaverse » Fri Jul 04, 2014 9:08 am
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 Titananium » Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:09 am
by Nuridia » Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:01 pm
by The Polarian Empire » Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:29 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 Jordslag » Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:42 pm
The Polarian Empire wrote:
Euphemia li Britannia
Third Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire
Pendragon, Imperial Capital of the Holy Britannian Empire
July 10th , 2017
Euphemia li Britannia, the Third Princess of the holy Britannian Empire , has now officially involved herself in the international conflict. Waking up and looking around the palace asking servants, maids and even politicians and officials one question and one question only.
"Has anyone seen my siblings. Do you know where Cornelia or James happen to be at" she asked.
Cornelia li Britannia
Second Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire
Pendragon, Imperial Capital of the Holy Britannian Empire
July 10th , 2017
After hearing of the European spy that James arrested , Cornelia decided to see the European scum for herself.
She was just getting ready when someone following her tripped over a crack in the ground and tripped on the floor.
"God damn, Euphie, what are you doing here" Cornelia scowled
"I am going to Lagos with you , and you can't say no because I already told Dad I was leaving" Euphie declared.
"How did you know.... So thats why Schnizel threatens the servants, Fine you can come. Did you get someone to" Cornelia muttered before she was interrupted by her young and pink haired sister.
"Yup, someone is transporting my new Knightmare Frame "Portman " to Lagos already and I packed my luggage. Lets go! " said Euphemia.
Lagos , Britannian West Africa
"We made it, we have landed. Hello Lagos" said Euphemia
"Pipe down before some assassin hears you" Cornelia advised "I don't want you getting hurt"
They drove up to where James, Alyse and Charlotte are staying at and They both ran up to the front door and Cornelia knocked on the door.
"Its us, Cornelia and Euphemia" said Cornelia
OOC: Nuridia, if Charlotte is at the palace, can you let us in?
by Nuridia » Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:46 pm
by Jordslag » Fri Jul 04, 2014 3:40 pm
Nuridia wrote:Charlotte finally pulled up to the palace. It was a rather splendid place just like most of the things that Britannia owned. When she stepped out of the car and grabbed her bags, she saw a surprising but welcome sight. Her sisters Cornelia and Euphemia were already there, and her brother James had opened the door for them. "Hey Cornelia, Euphie!" Charlotte called, going over to her sisters. "I missed you guys, how's James doing?" Lottie asked, taking off her hat and letting her pink hair fall past her waist.
by Nuridia » Fri Jul 04, 2014 3:47 pm
by Jordslag » Fri Jul 04, 2014 3:55 pm
Nuridia wrote:"What in the hell was that?!" Charlotte shouted as the gunshot rang out and the masked man ran away. The princess went into the palace, her machine gun armed and ready but watching for assassins. "Somebody stop that man, I'll check out what's going on!" Lottie called out, surveying the crime scene and keeping her guard up. She wasn't going to let any assassins kill her that day. This was becoming a problem, the empire was hated around the world. But the princess couldn't say that it was undeserved, the Britannians nearly annexed the entire world and did terrible things to the other nations.
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