Upon hearing the request, Yui absent-mindedly played a few chords on her guitar for her to hear. To anyone's surprise, after a few quick tune ups, her chords all hit perfect pitch with no problem at all. Her friends, of course, knew better.
"She has perfect pitch," Azusa mused, feeling envious about her senior's talents, "even when she didn't know what it was."
"They said I'm a human tuner, Rebecca-chan," blubbered Yui, "I can play a tune, no problem!"
"Yui, please don't call her that," Mio pleaded, "we only just met. It's rude..."
Stellar, however, was a lot more apprehensive. She felt very guilty to let the delegates perform for them.
"I don't know, Miss Hanover," Stellar stated awkwardly, "it's not that I doubt your skills, but I don't feel comfortable letting the audience, especially dignitaries, perform for us. It just doesn't seem right."
"Oh, come on," Green justified, "just give her the chance! You seem eager, ambassador... Not to worry, I suppose I can get that cheapskate to put you in. By the way, Stellar," he questioned, "why didn't you tell us earlier? I know the midget is not the kind of girl to miss a detail like that... unless... someone forgot to tell her..."
"Umm..." Stellar stalled for a moment, rolling her eyes to the side, "I have no idea, Captain. It just... came to my mind..."
It was very obvious to anyone who was responsible. But it was not in Stellar's ego to admit to making mistakes. To her, Wolfeners, especially from a distinguished family like hers, do not make mistakes. She did not think she could live it down. But watching the accusatory gazes of the people around her. She had no choice but to relent.
"Look, I'm sorry," she apologized, "it slipped my mind. I was busy working on the scheduling of the events that I forgot to put in a note. I told Fye to put in the note for me but... Fye..."
That done it. Green's face immediately turned pale as he watched the dignified young woman brim with anger. The girls, too, similarly backed away slightly at her simmering temper. As Stellar struggled to contain her rage, she struggled to speak out a single, calm sentence.
"Excusez-moi," was all she said as she marched off, "J'ai un frère à vérifier sur. (Translation: Excuse me, I got a brother to check on.)" Green could only shake his head over her reaction. It was always like Stellar to put others up for blame before herself. But then, Fye was hardly any more clean-cut as her.
"Oh god..." Green griped, tapping his forehead, "I'm real sorry about this, ambassador. I really have no idea..."
As he glanced back at the girls, he asked again, "so... you need the girls to play as accompaniment for you, right? You wouldn't be asking about their skills otherwise. What about you five? You think you're up for it?"
"Well..." Mio mused for a moment, clearly unsure. But as Ritsu popped from behind and hugged, the tomboy howled, "just leave it to us! We'll take care of the music. Just give us some time!"
"It'll be fun," Tsumugi blurted, holding up her keyboard.
"I could agree more," Yui confirmed.
Watching her friends express such confidence, Mio finally relented, stating, "we'll try... take it we're making it up to you."
"Can't say no, can I," Azusa mused, looking down at her guitar.
"So it's settled," Green confirmed, "so, what do you think, Miss Hanover? You think they're up for it?" However, before she could respond, Green's notice suddenly shifted outside, turning his head to face the open window. Confused, Azusa asked, "umm... is anything wrong, Captain."
"No..." Green uttered, his answer fairly unsure, "it's nothing... just the wind..."
But in his opinion, something was off. He had checked the winds earlier, and they were not moving against the typhoon's current at the time. But Green had other concerns at the moment, he would have to deal with the winds later. Little did he know that these winds were a product of a race against time to reach the coast...
"She has perfect pitch," Azusa mused, feeling envious about her senior's talents, "even when she didn't know what it was."
"They said I'm a human tuner, Rebecca-chan," blubbered Yui, "I can play a tune, no problem!"
"Yui, please don't call her that," Mio pleaded, "we only just met. It's rude..."
Stellar, however, was a lot more apprehensive. She felt very guilty to let the delegates perform for them.
"I don't know, Miss Hanover," Stellar stated awkwardly, "it's not that I doubt your skills, but I don't feel comfortable letting the audience, especially dignitaries, perform for us. It just doesn't seem right."
"Oh, come on," Green justified, "just give her the chance! You seem eager, ambassador... Not to worry, I suppose I can get that cheapskate to put you in. By the way, Stellar," he questioned, "why didn't you tell us earlier? I know the midget is not the kind of girl to miss a detail like that... unless... someone forgot to tell her..."
"Umm..." Stellar stalled for a moment, rolling her eyes to the side, "I have no idea, Captain. It just... came to my mind..."
It was very obvious to anyone who was responsible. But it was not in Stellar's ego to admit to making mistakes. To her, Wolfeners, especially from a distinguished family like hers, do not make mistakes. She did not think she could live it down. But watching the accusatory gazes of the people around her. She had no choice but to relent.
"Look, I'm sorry," she apologized, "it slipped my mind. I was busy working on the scheduling of the events that I forgot to put in a note. I told Fye to put in the note for me but... Fye..."
That done it. Green's face immediately turned pale as he watched the dignified young woman brim with anger. The girls, too, similarly backed away slightly at her simmering temper. As Stellar struggled to contain her rage, she struggled to speak out a single, calm sentence.
"Excusez-moi," was all she said as she marched off, "J'ai un frère à vérifier sur. (Translation: Excuse me, I got a brother to check on.)" Green could only shake his head over her reaction. It was always like Stellar to put others up for blame before herself. But then, Fye was hardly any more clean-cut as her.
"Oh god..." Green griped, tapping his forehead, "I'm real sorry about this, ambassador. I really have no idea..."
As he glanced back at the girls, he asked again, "so... you need the girls to play as accompaniment for you, right? You wouldn't be asking about their skills otherwise. What about you five? You think you're up for it?"
"Well..." Mio mused for a moment, clearly unsure. But as Ritsu popped from behind and hugged, the tomboy howled, "just leave it to us! We'll take care of the music. Just give us some time!"
"It'll be fun," Tsumugi blurted, holding up her keyboard.
"I could agree more," Yui confirmed.
Watching her friends express such confidence, Mio finally relented, stating, "we'll try... take it we're making it up to you."
"Can't say no, can I," Azusa mused, looking down at her guitar.
"So it's settled," Green confirmed, "so, what do you think, Miss Hanover? You think they're up for it?" However, before she could respond, Green's notice suddenly shifted outside, turning his head to face the open window. Confused, Azusa asked, "umm... is anything wrong, Captain."
"No..." Green uttered, his answer fairly unsure, "it's nothing... just the wind..."
But in his opinion, something was off. He had checked the winds earlier, and they were not moving against the typhoon's current at the time. But Green had other concerns at the moment, he would have to deal with the winds later. Little did he know that these winds were a product of a race against time to reach the coast...
Deck, The Ydrageía - Agarian Delegation
Striding across the vast Alphirion ocean was an ancient 'galley' hundreds of years old. One of many in the service of the Emirate's navy, the Ydrageía, with its vast sails, swiftly cut its way into the waves. Seemingly obsolete, the ship could easily be torn apart by the cannons and missiles of their neighbours' advanced vessels. But the galleys of Venusiya were not built for bombardment. They were built for boarding, and as the unfortunate crews of the Vinchian navy would say, nothing brings a nightmare to the fore faster than a galley eluding their barrages to dispatch their ravenous crews onto their ships. Sea battles may not be the elven warriors' greatest strength, but against a virtually militarized population, the mortal Vinchians were absolutely no match without their advanced weapons. The Vinchi built powerful weapons for their people. Venusiya turned their people into weapons. As the outline of the resort appeared into view, an African-esque man in a pressed suit and tie could not help but express his amusement.
"I must say, Your Eminence," he remarked, turning to an extraordinarily beautiful woman draped in a violet cloak, "the extent of your people's magical abilities never ceases to amaze me. But if you're able to control the winds so easily, why did you do nothing to remove the typhoon?"
"To put it simply," explained the elven girl, "because it would be against Her will, President Esson. Actively trying to disrupt the environment, no matter how destructive they become, run against the teaching of Emeraldia. We're not controlling the winds here. We're shifting with the flow of them. We dare not defy the mandate of heaven. I do hope you understand."
Esson simply chuckled at the elf's reply. He could never get tired of their lyrical speech.
"Think nothing of it, Your Eminence. I mean no offence," the head of state of the Agarian Federation stated courteously, "still, I can't help but feel surprised... I wouldn't think the president of the Republic (of Vinchi) would have the balls to step on board such a 'primitive vessel'."
The statement, while a joke in itself, was a jab at the man sitting in the corner behind then. Dressed in a similar business suit and hiding behind a pair of thick sunglasses, the man simply took a puff off his cigarette, much to the disgust of the elven crew. Beside him was another man, a blonde dressed in combat fatigues, held a lot less contempt for his Venusiyan rivals.
"Well, push comes to shove, we don't really have a choice, do you?" the Vinchian guard justified in a lax mood, "don't want to be late for the big party this evening! Besides... who could say 'no' to hanging out with the goddess' greatest creations?"
The girl in the cloak giggled in amusement at the joke. She was all too familiar with the kind of hostility the Vinchian people had for her country. To see at least one who did not harbour such sentiments was a refreshing change. Her sentiments, however, were not shared by the rest of her kind, who looked on with disgust at the mortal man.
"I'd say," Esson agreed with a beaming smile, giving a friendly point towards his ward, "although you might want to keep it down. Your boss man might throw you overboard for that."
While the two continued their small talk, the girl quickly made her way to the bow towards another elven sorceress, her hands outstretched as she continued to steer the winds in their favour.
"Can you take it, Sister Ouránios," she asked her, "it must take a lot to divert the currents against the typhoon."
"Nothing I can't handle, Your Eminence," she replied nicely, "I may be getting on with the years, but it's no problem on my part. Although, I might need some time to recover my strength later on. Hopefully, we won't end up in another worst-case scenario."
"The Wolfen Kaiser has that covered, I assure you, sister," the Venusiyan answered, "if his likeness is of any indication, he would be very careful to keep watch over the events."
"I hope so too," Ouranios replied in a hint of caution, "you'll have your work cut out for you, Leda. I just hope this summit is worth the trip. If the Republic is of any indication, we may be headed down the same path as the mainlanders had."
"War..." Leda uttered, "I'll be fine... I can't allow this madness to happen... not again... I just pray the Mother Goddess feels the same way..."
And so, the Ydrageía continued to cut a path through the high seas, as the Agarians prepared to set foot on an island of fate...
"I must say, Your Eminence," he remarked, turning to an extraordinarily beautiful woman draped in a violet cloak, "the extent of your people's magical abilities never ceases to amaze me. But if you're able to control the winds so easily, why did you do nothing to remove the typhoon?"
"To put it simply," explained the elven girl, "because it would be against Her will, President Esson. Actively trying to disrupt the environment, no matter how destructive they become, run against the teaching of Emeraldia. We're not controlling the winds here. We're shifting with the flow of them. We dare not defy the mandate of heaven. I do hope you understand."
Esson simply chuckled at the elf's reply. He could never get tired of their lyrical speech.
"Think nothing of it, Your Eminence. I mean no offence," the head of state of the Agarian Federation stated courteously, "still, I can't help but feel surprised... I wouldn't think the president of the Republic (of Vinchi) would have the balls to step on board such a 'primitive vessel'."
The statement, while a joke in itself, was a jab at the man sitting in the corner behind then. Dressed in a similar business suit and hiding behind a pair of thick sunglasses, the man simply took a puff off his cigarette, much to the disgust of the elven crew. Beside him was another man, a blonde dressed in combat fatigues, held a lot less contempt for his Venusiyan rivals.
"Well, push comes to shove, we don't really have a choice, do you?" the Vinchian guard justified in a lax mood, "don't want to be late for the big party this evening! Besides... who could say 'no' to hanging out with the goddess' greatest creations?"
The girl in the cloak giggled in amusement at the joke. She was all too familiar with the kind of hostility the Vinchian people had for her country. To see at least one who did not harbour such sentiments was a refreshing change. Her sentiments, however, were not shared by the rest of her kind, who looked on with disgust at the mortal man.
"I'd say," Esson agreed with a beaming smile, giving a friendly point towards his ward, "although you might want to keep it down. Your boss man might throw you overboard for that."
While the two continued their small talk, the girl quickly made her way to the bow towards another elven sorceress, her hands outstretched as she continued to steer the winds in their favour.
"Can you take it, Sister Ouránios," she asked her, "it must take a lot to divert the currents against the typhoon."
"Nothing I can't handle, Your Eminence," she replied nicely, "I may be getting on with the years, but it's no problem on my part. Although, I might need some time to recover my strength later on. Hopefully, we won't end up in another worst-case scenario."
"The Wolfen Kaiser has that covered, I assure you, sister," the Venusiyan answered, "if his likeness is of any indication, he would be very careful to keep watch over the events."
"I hope so too," Ouranios replied in a hint of caution, "you'll have your work cut out for you, Leda. I just hope this summit is worth the trip. If the Republic is of any indication, we may be headed down the same path as the mainlanders had."
"War..." Leda uttered, "I'll be fine... I can't allow this madness to happen... not again... I just pray the Mother Goddess feels the same way..."
And so, the Ydrageía continued to cut a path through the high seas, as the Agarians prepared to set foot on an island of fate...
