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by The Emerald Dragon » Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:33 pm
by Kytalan » Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:37 pm
by The Boundless Legion » Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:47 pm
by The Emerald Dragon » Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:53 pm
Kytalan wrote:"I'm afraid not, Mr. Nesar. Nor do I have an excellent recollection of how my party arrived here, but I'm just going with it. Uh, nice robe you have." Fjúri himself had one on, of course, along with a matching shawl, but though both were neatly embroidered the material quality was well below that of the Roanian's garment. "And greetings to you too, Lady Daeri." He felt a strong urge to touch her breasts, not out of sexual interest but rather of pure curiosity, but resisted the temptation. "Of course, this being a high-society event, what spot of importance do you hold in Roania? I myself serve as deputy governor of a... reputed... province in my homeland."
Cimma and his wife, Selu, heard the loud shattering of glass from across the garden and jumped to their feet. "Is there a fight going on? I love fights!"
Selu stepped on top of her seat to look above the crowd. "No fight, dear." Soldiers. All the same. "Just someone important getting very upset."
"Let me see!" Cimma climbed onto his own chair to get a clearer view. He saw Selevar tensing up and screaming at Wilson, then being pacified by the Empress as the apparent offender was dragged away. "Someone important? That's, wow, those are the rulers of Roania. Wonder what upset him so." He pushed through the crowd to get to Wilson and Malhim. "I'll be back in a moment, love. Just trying to figure out what's going on."
I'll just get another drink, she thought, and started making her way toward the bar. Though she didn't care much for the taste of peaches, alcohol was alcohol across the universe, and she just needed something to suppress her quiet loathing of the situation she was in.I felt tempted to use bold to get WER's attention, but then I felt like you old people would think I was being uppity trying to copy your style.
by Roania » Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:05 pm
by The Emerald Dragon » Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:12 pm
Roania wrote:Tiburon
ArchChancellor Kouran beamed. The incident with the Grand Duke and the stranger had been noted, of course, but he had pushed it to the side as so much political clutter. "Well, this is an ancient ceremony, originally directed to the Spirits within the Peach Trees. In the days of the ancients, of course, it ended with a virgin being sacrificed; now it's merely a ceremony as you saw. The idea is to welcome the beauty of summer with the most beautiful creature within the empire... the ne... the Princess," he corrected himself with a visible effort, "the Princess NaiLin has been chosen for that role this year. Hardly much of a surprise, I suppose." The line moved forward ever so slowly, while the ArchChancellor continued with the lecture; bringing up fertility rites, the spirits, the importance of peaches in the various cultures that made up the Roanian state as simple symbols of femininity and youth.
He reached up and pulled a peach free from a branch, chewing it thoughtfully as he continued. "The peach, to the ancient Nah culture, was of course..." That was how he talked; long great gulfs of information with pauses to fill his mouth with food (though he was polite enough not to talk with his mouth full.) By the time the impromptu lecture ended, everyone nearby knew more of the history of the Empire and peaches within its culture than they had previously; and they were somewhat close to the buffet table; this automatically drew Kouran back to a more interesting topic. "Now, as to what to serve yourself?" What followed was a potted explanation of the various dishes on offer, coupled with "You probably won't care for the eggs, they'll be somewhat bitter..." and "Try the lizards, they're splendid this time of year."
Dread Lady Nathicana, Zero-0ne, Scolopendra
Damalin nodded in recognition. "I am sure the Grand Duke can handle whatever problem arises." He clicked his heels together and smiled a cool smile. "I am, as you have no doubt been advised," His eyes twinkled, but only slightly; there was neither approval nor disapproval there, only a recognition of the facts, "Asen Damalin, the crown prince of this Empire." A smile played on thin lips. "A new title, I'm afraid, but one I will grow into, I'm sure." His cool eyes appraised the three 'barbarians', and his eyes wandered to 'Fulanah al-Fulaniyya'. Where they stayed.
Of course, part of it was the usual teenage curiosity about an attractive female form. But something flashed in his eyes, and his smile grew somewhat plastic as he bowed ever so slightly in greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet such charming ladies, and so excellent a servant of the grand Dominion." There was no question of awarding Iballa Ipolla her claimed title of 'Supreme Emperor'; the thought of doing so didn't even cross Damalin's mind. He nodded to her again, though, regardless. "Your Eminence," Nice, neutral, hopefully not stepping any toes. "Lady." That was to Fulanah. "Lord." Mancuso. "And what did all of you think of this evening's performance?" He asked, without further preamble, a curious tone coming to his voice as he asked.
Kytalan
"I've always thought that the best parties are the ones where you don't remember how you arrived." Nesar nodded, a smile coming to his pleasant face. His wife rolled her eyes, but slipped her arm around his anyway. "My wife is, of course, the... in your tongue you would call her the Great Secretary of Justice and Law. I... I am a man of no importance." He bowed slightly.
Daeri rolled her eyes again. "My husband is the cousin of the Lady of Ten Thousand Years, and Duke of the House of Cheruv. He's a surprisingly important person, actually." She covered her plump lips to hide her smile, and rolled her shoulders back, causing those ripe breasts that had drawn Fjúri's attention to bounce once or twice. Daeri was well-aware that she was being stared at, of course, and completely accepted it; it was par for the course, she believed, when you were as beautiful as she was.
OOC: You can use any style you like, Kytalan.
Kytalan, Western European Republic
Malhim was having a nervous breakdown as the newcomer approached. "I don't know what you think you were doing, but I just saved your life! I mean... yes, of course the Princess is very pretty. She'd be flattered to hear you thought so. Maybe I can arrange a meeting. But I'd have to know you weren't going to put your life, and more importantly, mine at risk!"
The Boundless Legion
"And it does you credit, gentlemen." Selevar returned to his previous task with barely a sniff of fury; the insolent fool had been withdrawn from his presence, and therefore there was more important matters to attend to. "I have always believed that valor should be honored..." His eyes searched the captain's thoughtfully, and he smiled ever so slightly. "But perhaps you could do me a bit... more personal problem. Tell me, captain... are any of you three fine men married? Or do you have children? You see, I have a daughter."
"Yes." Selevar repeated, half-to-himself, "I have a daughter. And it isn't a bad thing, by any means. But... well, you can see what it leads to. People demanding her hand, people..." His eyes wandered over the field until he found his errant child, talking to that... kitsuite. "Taking advantage of her... people who perhaps are not best suited for her." His eyes drifted back to the captain, weighing the man thoughtfully. "And perhaps there is a better way. Do you follow me?"
by Kytalan » Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:43 pm
by Dread Lady Nathicana » Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:53 pm
by New Naggoroth » Mon Jun 02, 2014 1:30 am
by Scolopendra » Mon Jun 02, 2014 3:50 am
by Zero-One » Mon Jun 02, 2014 3:52 am
by Roania » Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:16 am
by The Emerald Dragon » Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:29 am
Roania wrote:Scolopendra, Zero-One, Dread Lady Nathicana
Damalin looked... disappointed. That was the word for it. He was good, but he wasn't good enough to keep it from entering his voice, either. "My... 'sister'... has a way about her." The use of the familiar term for another member of the imperial family was a tell, even if it wasn't alone. There was a moment where there was absolutely no concealment of his feelings; utter distaste came into his eyes and his lips visibly curled. Roanians generally wear their emotions lightly, as it wouldn't do to truly commit oneself to a position like that. But something had Damalin truly rattled, and it wasn't necessarily Fulanniyah. Once the emotional moment passed and the usual expression of bored superiority reasserted itself, he did watch as Fulanniyah devoured the juicy peach; his expression growing a bit more vacant as warring considerations entered battle in his mind. "I... yes, I suppose there's a certain... association with fertility." Obviously, Damalin was usually an eager observer at this ceremony, though he'd not admit it under torture.
"The Lady of Ten Thousand Years believed that it would be an excellent opportunity for my 'sis'... I mean, the Princess to be introduced formally, as she has now attained her age of majority, and the Princess agreed. The Grand Duke didn't initially, but he changed his mind." Something about Damalin's tone indicated he disapproved on multiple levels, and the slight shrug (something Roanians are excellent at) conveyed that he was well aware no one had bothered to ask his opinion, and was somewhat resentful of the whole thing.
Kytalan, Western European Republic
Malhim snapped to attention the moment Cimma approached. "Nothing out of the realm of the ordinary. I'm Vice Presi... I mean. He's Vice President Anthony Wilson of the Western European Republic, and I'm Malhim Fell, Great Secretary of Foreign Relations." Despite the claim that there was nothing out of the ordinary going on, Malhim was so rattled as to be visibly sweating -- something no noble Roanian mandarin would under ordinary circumstances be caught dead doing. "Everything with the Illumined Princess is quite fine. Quite fine! Isn't that right, Mister Wilson?" Without waiting for an answer, Malhim bowed low to Cimma. "It is an honor, a pleasure, a delight to meet you, Governor. I'm sorry to hear you don't understand your presence, perhaps I may be of some assistance in this question?"
Kytalan
Nesar laughed. "I could tell you all sorts of things about Ailies..." Daeri gave a strangled growl in the back of her throat, and Nesar now rolled his eyes. "I mean, the glorious Lady of Ten Thousand Years. The Lady of Ten Thousand Years and Her husband, the Grand Duke, have three children. You no doubt saw the Princess," Something about that word caused a slight gloss to cover Daeri's eyes, and she disengaged herself from her husband and went to grab her own drink from the bar. Nesar smiled smugly. "The Crown Prince is no doubt wandering about. I'll see if I can arrange an introduction to both of them if you like." Nesar shrugged, this shrug indicating that it would be a matter of supreme ease for someone as important as he was to arrange anything for anyone. "And the younger Prince is no doubt wandering the place with my daughter."
Daeri returned with a peachy drink, her glazed expression long gone. She joined Selu over by the side and smiled slightly at the other female. "I'd be careful. Those have a nasty kick, even if they do taste sweet."
The Emerald Dragon
"I don't think you should be up there." A young voice said from the bottom of the tree. "Mother says it's terribly rude to the spirits to climb their homes like that." The speaker was a young boy dressed in bright blue robes, holding the hands of an equally young girl. The boy was bright-haired and blue-eyed, the girl's hair so black as to be almost blue.
by Scolopendra » Mon Jun 02, 2014 9:00 am
by Zero-One » Mon Jun 02, 2014 9:01 am
by Sunset » Mon Jun 02, 2014 11:24 am
by Dread Lady Nathicana » Mon Jun 02, 2014 12:39 pm
by The Prism Fleet » Mon Jun 02, 2014 9:21 pm
by The Boundless Legion » Tue Jun 03, 2014 3:58 am
by The Emerald Dragon » Tue Jun 03, 2014 11:43 am
by Roania » Tue Jun 03, 2014 1:12 pm
by Zero-One » Tue Jun 03, 2014 1:27 pm
by Scolopendra » Tue Jun 03, 2014 1:42 pm
by Oyada » Tue Jun 03, 2014 3:26 pm
by The Emerald Dragon » Tue Jun 03, 2014 5:46 pm
Roania wrote:The Boundless Legion
Selevar's eyes widened, then narrowed. He was unused to having his requests or suggestions be refused, especially when they seemed as eminently reasonable as his current one did to him. "I see." His voice lowered for a moment, and he spoke almost to himself. "I wonder..." The Grand Duke stroked his chin for a brief moment, studying the good Captain and his aides. All three of them now entered his calculations. "Such a shame. Her dowry could be very useful to men in your occupation. Payroll for a good five, maybe six years. And of course a minor title of nobility for when you retire... you needn't stay with her, it would be enough merely to have her contracted, or perhaps she would accompany you?" The Grand Duke dismissed it with a shake of his head. "No, I suppose buying your interest in her is no more acceptable than some no-name lout taking her hand. Wanting more is not incompatible with wanting her happiness." He stroked his chin one more time, his eyes drifting over the three men. "Leave it to the side for a moment. You've not even been introduced to her, after all."
The Emerald Dragon
The kids were not so easily eluded as all that. They were easily bored by all the pomp and circumstance, and someone trying to hide from them was enough motivation to follow. The thought of calling the guards had not, in fact, occurred to them. There was certainly curiosity in their actions, and the complicated thoughts running through Aata's brain found a decidedly simpler echo in the heads of Prince Tonen and Cheruv Rihyl, both of whom latched onto his arms. "We caught you!" They said in almost-unison.
Kytalan, Western European Republic
Malhim's eyes widened, but the prospect of quick profit occurred to him. He smiled slightly. "Well... my salary is not... large." He said, thoughtfully. Also, lying through his teeth. "This lowly servant could perhaps see his way to arranging an interview, but I would have to ask for a minor consideration. After all, you would be asking me to take a great risk..." He considered. "Say, one million universal standard dollars, payable... well, now would be best." He coughed. "After all, receiving an interview with a member of the Lady of Ten Thousand Years' own family is not for everyone. Surely a man of your resources could easily provide this sum?"
The Prism Fleet
NaiLin smiled and took his hands now that they were somewhat more alone, and somewhat more private. She didn't kiss him, but it would be obvious to anyone with eyes that she longed to do so. "I feel pretty." She murmured in response, her plump lips breaking into a smile. "It feels so good." She giggled and leaned in, almost to kiss him, but then thought better of it. Instead, she squeezed his hands and smiled. "I'm glad you came. I was worried... oh, I don't know why I was worried. It's been so strange since I came back. Everything felt so simple when I was on the ship with you, that I allowed myself to think it would still be simple when I got here. My father's furious, my mother is absolutely delighted... my siblings... I don't think Tonen cares, and Damalin... well, he's the crown prince now."
NaiLin smiled slightly. "It's a bit of a relief, I suppose, but everyone has so many questions and answers and demands and whatnot... and I'm just me." She did lean in and kiss him gently on the cheek. "And you see me as just me." She lowered her voice. "But part of me... oh, Lain..." She turned red, a soft sigh leaving her, her elegant shoulders shrugging. "I wish I wasn't a princess. I wish I was just a just a girl." This got a little giggle. "Just your girl, maybe. But there's so much they want me to do and so much pressure they put on me. And father..." She sighed. "He finally accepted it, and that terrifies me, because... well, it's obvious. And I don't know what he's thinking of doing with me now." Her eyes conveyed more than she intended. She was worried about what Selevar was thinking of doing to him.
Dread Lady Nathicana, Scolopendra, Zero-One
Damalin's eyes fluttered for a moment in confusion. He was hardly prepared to speak about himself, and for a moment he lost his usual confidence. Just a moment, and then the charms of his race reasserted themselves and he smiled beatifically. "Truly, there isn't much to tell about this lowly person. I have the honor of serving the Lady of Ten Thousand Years as a cadet in the Fifth Banner Legion." A routine intelligence check would reveal that was Selevar's old legion before he'd joined the guards. "My tutor is the Academician Kouran." He considered. More seemed necessary, but he was at a loss for words. Barbarians were hardly supposed to know or care about such details, surely. For a moment, he became focused on a point to the left of Mpolla's head. "Finally, and least of all, I am the potential bearer of the Imperial Diadem, assuming my ancestors and the Light find me worthy of such a role, which I can hardly dare to expect."
Sunset
"Please, don't call me that." Ailiese shuddered dramatically. "'Your Majesty' sounds so much more formal than even what my subjects normally call me. I would invite you to call me by name, as I understand some western monarchs are in the habit of doing, but I'm afraid even the suggestion would cause my husband to suffer a severe heart attack." She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Rimeil has a vaunted opinion of my time; or perhaps he fears that I would reverse some of his decisions if more people came to met with me. Or both. He's a good servant," She spoke in a light, unaffected tone, "but far too eager to spare me the pain of ruling." She grinned and lowered her voice, speaking conspiratorially. "Sometimes I wonder if that's why I keep him around. Light knows more than one of my ancestors has gone mad from over work."
The illustrious Empress of the galaxy (in Roanian iconography, at least), leaned forward and rested her head in her hand, a smile on her lips. "I would have told him I would be happy to meet with you. I'm eager to learn how Sunset is doing. I have fond memories of my time in Toconao, playing at escaping from the University. How is the terraforming going? I get reports from my Viceroy, but they're always so dreadfully dull that sometimes I think she doesn't know any more what's going on there than I do."
Dread Lady Nathicana
Naiya was hardly to be left alone. Rimeil was moving in her direction, gladhanding and backslapping everyone he came across. Scoring a meeting with the Imperatrice would be a coup in his credit with the Empress, he had no doubt, but no person was so unimportant he couldn't afford a moment's word.
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