by Folaisia » Tue Mar 10, 2020 3:37 am
by Vrijstaat Limburg » Tue Mar 10, 2020 6:38 am
by Champagne Socialist Sharifistan » Tue Mar 10, 2020 12:36 pm
by Danceria » Tue Mar 10, 2020 2:17 pm
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Tue Mar 10, 2020 2:35 pm
Danceria wrote:Larsa Solidor
Gran Archades Intl. Airport
~0600hrs, Local Time
It was a dreary autumn morning, the urban nerve of international commerce glittered slightly under the gentle flaking of rain. As far as the princeling was concerned, it was far too early and too dreary to be flying. Yet he trusted the pilots of the small jet, as his elder brother-the esteemed Prince of the Ancient and Austere House of Solidor-had placed his trust in him.
Yet in spite of such grandiose plans, the execution was done with little pomp and circumstance. The sixteen year old lad surveyed the transition between dreary downpour to resplendent dawn with a scowl, and buried himself in quiet activities. There will be no servants of which to aid him, and his stature as a Prince among Princes was barely noted in St. Peadrus. Something that Larsa wholeheartedly welcomed.
Sleep would be sporadic, as if to preemptively combat jet-lag, and much of the flight was kept in silent meditation. He was at a crossroads in his life, and though priding himself on mathematical understanding...he found himself reluctant to take on his brother's place while his ambitions soared ever higher. Prince Larsa was finding that it was easier to follow someone else's passion rather than his own.
Yet what passions could be unearthed in this new adventure? Only time and the Divine could tell...
by Camelone » Tue Mar 10, 2020 9:56 pm
by Cybernetic Socialist Republics » Tue Mar 10, 2020 11:22 pm
Champagne Socialist Sharifistan wrote:Khalid Ali Khan walks slowly to the school with his head held high.
“Salaam” ,he says to most people he meets though to attractive young women he says “hi cutie.”
Camelone wrote:Athelhart Kin-Cenfrith
Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia
5 PM
For Athelhart the flight over to Folaisia wasn't that bad at all, the High Kingdom of Camelone was rather close to this nation so the flight was quick and painless. Honestly if he wanted to he could have taken a boat over and still showed up to school on time but he could see the reasoning to make things easier for their hosts, even if they were hosts that he had no voice in the matter of imposing himself on. Yet there was no need to cause any frustration for these people yet, they haven't done anything disrespectful or stupid though he highly doubted that would last for long, on the flip side though seeing the poorly controlled teasa squirm under some good old fashion Camelonean insults will be hilarious. Teasa from what he has heard were generally a more soft-skinned people compared to the emotionally hardened and jolly Camelonean stock, anyone who has to hide their emotions behind a facade of control wasn't worth his respect. Laugh and be jolly at insults and challenges, why else care about anything else, fight when you want to fight, drink when you want to drink, eat when you want to eat, sing when you want to sing, but obey the conventions when you have to and bring honor to the family. Athelhart pushed some air out at that last thought quietly as he sat on the bus, bring honor to his family, from what he can gather they're ashamed of him and for a Camelonean that stung, it stung like nothing else he could think of. Family was everything in Camelone, the High Kingdom was a natural outgrowth of the family itself and even though he did not go against the faith or the folk he still felt that burden of shame fall upon him. It's been on his mind ever since he was told that he would be leaving his hometown, something that he knew was not normal. If they think some teasa school was going to change him well they were horribly mistaken, he'll show them, he'll be the way he has always been, nothing will change him. He is a Camelonean.
Though all these thoughts were raging around Athelhart's mind he still couldn't help to pick up on a few things around him, for one he knew for a fact he stuck out like a sore thumb, he had his normal clothes on because his school uniform was in his bags. Trousers, undershirt, and a tunic with a scarcely jeweled decorated belt and boots, a flat cap was pulled over his face with his cloak rolled up next to him and his family brooch placed in his cap for safe keeping. Compared to those around him he knew he stuck out and he was silently proud of it, even if he was here by the shame his family saw he will make his folk proud by representing Camelone as the beautiful nation it is compared to the rest of the world. He also picked up on the low hum of chatter, some he could pick up others he couldn't though he couldn't help pushing some air out again at the attempts of one of the guys to flirt, at least he had the courtesy to greet him. Though the opportunity was to good to pass up, pulling his flat cap down a little bit he called out to the dude.
"Ey, wannabe prince charming." He started to get the guys attention "I don't think the lass' want to be bothered with that nonsense at the moment. Let them adjust first before you try to get into their damn pants." The Camelonean accent was present, though he did have a heavy rural accent on top of that, but he knew he was clear enough to get the point across and the smirk on his face was giant as waited for the reaction, seeing if this was a soft teasa or not.
Vrijstaat Limburg wrote:Dominicus Schmeetz
GRANGEMOUTH INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
1700 LOCAL TIME
Niek gazed out of the large window besides him. He could hear and feel the engine of the bus starting up, and tried to think of the last time he'd been in a bus like this one. Public transport had become a scarcity, a mere relic of the past, after the war for independence. The new Limburgs army needed its transports, and thus many buses and automobiles were commandeered by the troops, often without any payments or reimbursements. After the war, the factories that still produced cars privately were ambushed by a set of economic sanctions from neighboring countries, and so the governor-general had to step in and nationalise the failing businesses. The lack of cars and buses wasn't something that irritated Niek, though: The roads were much quieter, and there was a distinct lack of pollution. Any physically capable person could hop on a bike and enjoy the hilly Limburgian countryside. Those that claimed to 'need' cars were either too lazy or too caught up in their senseless cosmopolitan admiration for anything automobile, so Dominiek thought.
The longer he looked out the window, the more weary he became. He could feel his eyes closing occasionally, a result of a long flight with a cheap company. The Schmeetzes were "rich" as far as Limburgs wealth went, but if compared to any other country in western Europe, their income would be considered middle-class at best. The airline's "economy class" offered up a luxurious lack of legroom, as well as obnoxiously noisy co-passengers. Dominiek couldn't get any sleep on the way to Folaisia, but he was determined to stay awake till the evening. Falling asleep just like that would be a sign of indiscipline and ingratitude, and it would simply be impolite to get some shuteye, even if 5pm in Folaisia was about 10pm back home. So, with great determination, the young Limburger forced his eyes open, and before he could concentrate on the beautiful nature that surrounded Grangemouth, he fell asleep.
by AHSCA » Wed Mar 11, 2020 11:59 am
by Danceria » Wed Mar 11, 2020 4:42 pm
Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:" 'Scuse me." he whispered. "You mind if I sit next you ya?"
by Camelone » Wed Mar 11, 2020 10:49 pm
Cybernetic Socialist Republics wrote:Verity Nicholas,
5:00 PM
Road to the Hostel
Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia
Verity decided before she'd entered the bus sure that she'd secured a seat toward the back of this bus. This wasn't out of any shyness, rather, she do this so she might have an easier time surveying and sizing up the other students on the bus as inconspicuously as possible.Champagne Socialist Sharifistan wrote:Khalid Ali Khan walks slowly to the school with his head held high.
“Salaam” ,he says to most people he meets though to attractive young women he says “hi cutie.”
As she made her way to the back of the bus, she saw an arab looking kid that had been giving an arabic greeting to the boys ahead of her as they walked based him, when she finally got close to him, his greating for her was different.
"Hi cutie" he said.
Still walking, Verity turned to the boy and gave him a nasty stare, before continuing past him toward the back. She also caught herself clenching her fist at her side, before she quickly released it.
She thought to herself "I'm only just getting on this bus and I've already been cat called." It's not that she was uncomfortable being complimented for her looks, she just hated it as a greeting to someone you're not friendly with. Calling a peer, not even someone significantly younger than you, a 'cutie', like this was incredibly demeaning, some might even consider a statement such as that to be fighting words, she had definitely done so before. Though in a foreign land, she intended remain on her best behaviour, for the foreseeable future.Camelone wrote:Athelhart Kin-Cenfrith
Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia
5 PM
For Athelhart the flight over to Folaisia wasn't that bad at all, the High Kingdom of Camelone was rather close to this nation so the flight was quick and painless. Honestly if he wanted to he could have taken a boat over and still showed up to school on time but he could see the reasoning to make things easier for their hosts, even if they were hosts that he had no voice in the matter of imposing himself on. Yet there was no need to cause any frustration for these people yet, they haven't done anything disrespectful or stupid though he highly doubted that would last for long, on the flip side though seeing the poorly controlled teasa squirm under some good old fashion Camelonean insults will be hilarious. Teasa from what he has heard were generally a more soft-skinned people compared to the emotionally hardened and jolly Camelonean stock, anyone who has to hide their emotions behind a facade of control wasn't worth his respect. Laugh and be jolly at insults and challenges, why else care about anything else, fight when you want to fight, drink when you want to drink, eat when you want to eat, sing when you want to sing, but obey the conventions when you have to and bring honor to the family. Athelhart pushed some air out at that last thought quietly as he sat on the bus, bring honor to his family, from what he can gather they're ashamed of him and for a Camelonean that stung, it stung like nothing else he could think of. Family was everything in Camelone, the High Kingdom was a natural outgrowth of the family itself and even though he did not go against the faith or the folk he still felt that burden of shame fall upon him. It's been on his mind ever since he was told that he would be leaving his hometown, something that he knew was not normal. If they think some teasa school was going to change him well they were horribly mistaken, he'll show them, he'll be the way he has always been, nothing will change him. He is a Camelonean.
Though all these thoughts were raging around Athelhart's mind he still couldn't help to pick up on a few things around him, for one he knew for a fact he stuck out like a sore thumb, he had his normal clothes on because his school uniform was in his bags. Trousers, undershirt, and a tunic with a scarcely jeweled decorated belt and boots, a flat cap was pulled over his face with his cloak rolled up next to him and his family brooch placed in his cap for safe keeping. Compared to those around him he knew he stuck out and he was silently proud of it, even if he was here by the shame his family saw he will make his folk proud by representing Camelone as the beautiful nation it is compared to the rest of the world. He also picked up on the low hum of chatter, some he could pick up others he couldn't though he couldn't help pushing some air out again at the attempts of one of the guys to flirt, at least he had the courtesy to greet him. Though the opportunity was to good to pass up, pulling his flat cap down a little bit he called out to the dude.
"Ey, wannabe prince charming." He started to get the guys attention "I don't think the lass' want to be bothered with that nonsense at the moment. Let them adjust first before you try to get into their damn pants." The Camelonean accent was present, though he did have a heavy rural accent on top of that, but he knew he was clear enough to get the point across and the smirk on his face was giant as waited for the reaction, seeing if this was a soft teasa or not.
Soon after the comment, however, a boy in a rather feudal looking garb spoke up.
She appreciated that he recognized the cat calls were inappropriate, for one. Perhaps it was her own biases clouding her interpretation of his words, his accent was unmistakably of rural flavor, she didn't like the paternalistic undertone that as a 'lass' she needed to uniquely 'adjust', to this environment. Nonetheless, it didn't stop her from uttering a quick "thanks" with a smile in his direction as she made her way to the back.
No so long after she sat down, the bus started rolling away on its journey.Vrijstaat Limburg wrote:Dominicus Schmeetz
GRANGEMOUTH INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
1700 LOCAL TIME
Niek gazed out of the large window besides him. He could hear and feel the engine of the bus starting up, and tried to think of the last time he'd been in a bus like this one. Public transport had become a scarcity, a mere relic of the past, after the war for independence. The new Limburgs army needed its transports, and thus many buses and automobiles were commandeered by the troops, often without any payments or reimbursements. After the war, the factories that still produced cars privately were ambushed by a set of economic sanctions from neighboring countries, and so the governor-general had to step in and nationalise the failing businesses. The lack of cars and buses wasn't something that irritated Niek, though: The roads were much quieter, and there was a distinct lack of pollution. Any physically capable person could hop on a bike and enjoy the hilly Limburgian countryside. Those that claimed to 'need' cars were either too lazy or too caught up in their senseless cosmopolitan admiration for anything automobile, so Dominiek thought.
The longer he looked out the window, the more weary he became. He could feel his eyes closing occasionally, a result of a long flight with a cheap company. The Schmeetzes were "rich" as far as Limburgs wealth went, but if compared to any other country in western Europe, their income would be considered middle-class at best. The airline's "economy class" offered up a luxurious lack of legroom, as well as obnoxiously noisy co-passengers. Dominiek couldn't get any sleep on the way to Folaisia, but he was determined to stay awake till the evening. Falling asleep just like that would be a sign of indiscipline and ingratitude, and it would simply be impolite to get some shuteye, even if 5pm in Folaisia was about 10pm back home. So, with great determination, the young Limburger forced his eyes open, and before he could concentrate on the beautiful nature that surrounded Grangemouth, he fell asleep.
She observed one, wispy haired boy, peering out his window, who, judging by his head bobbing, was fighting a hard battle with sleep that he soon decisively lost.
She also observed a blonde haired boy take a look up and down the bus at the other students, before deciding to get up and make his way towards setting next to a brown haired boy.
She took out her phone, to take some notes, filling a habit she'd picked up since 9th grade of keeping a dossier on everyone she met. You didn't want to give anyone the same compliment, or insult, twice, if you could avoid it.
It was less than ideal that she had to try to keep track of these students without knowing their names, that'd wait until she spoke with them or attendence. Not to worry in the meantime she'd give them nicknames, that'd she'd make sure to keep to her self,
Firstly, she nicknamed the arab boy that cat called her, "Backpfeifengesicht", while she had yet to learn german, she was aware of a few useful compound words that expressed feelings more efficiently than english.
The sleepy wispy haired boy she nicknamed "cotton" on account of that hair.
The blonde haired boy, she nicknamed "goldilocks", and the brown haired boy he went to sit next to "chestnut" both on account of their hair colors.
Satisfied with those nicknames, she kept quietly observing the students as the bus headed on.
by Vrijstaat Limburg » Thu Mar 12, 2020 12:02 am
by Hanoverian Great Britain » Thu Mar 12, 2020 2:57 am
United Kingdom of Great Britain, Hanover, and Northern Ireland
"By God and By the People"
HM ALEXANDRA
by Champagne Socialist Sharifistan » Thu Mar 12, 2020 5:46 am
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Mar 12, 2020 9:02 am
Champagne Socialist Sharifistan wrote:OOC: has the bus arrived yet?
by Champagne Socialist Sharifistan » Thu Mar 12, 2020 9:27 am
by Vrijstaat Limburg » Thu Mar 12, 2020 9:44 am
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Mar 12, 2020 9:53 am
by Cybernetic Socialist Republics » Thu Mar 12, 2020 10:01 am
Camelone wrote:Athelhart gave a smile back to Verity "Don't sweat it at all." he replied with the mirth rolling off his tongue as he spoke overall enjoying his time already. After that he sat back down in his seat for a little bit trying to return back to his original state of relaxing and thinking things over but in the end he found that his little act of fun has thoroughly distracted him. With nothing better to do, he didn't possess one of those interactive phones beyond what he left in his luggage, he gingerly made his way to the back stopping for a little bit at the other girl in the group. Patting the top of the seat she sat in "Don't you fret lass, any fear you have you'll hopefully have a friend in me to talk to if you wish... or if you feelin queasy and need to start hurlin hopefully you got quick feet to the trash, cause I may just be dumbass with readin faces. Either way you'll for the most part be fine." His tone was upbeat even when he paused to think for a bit. Moving on he passed some of the other boys giving a tip of the head for politeness, they looked to be talking and he didn't want to interrupt.
Finally reaching the back Athelhart touched his forehead with two of his fingers and he pointed at her with the same two fingers "Names Athelhart Kin-Cenfrith, proud son of Camelone, at your leisure ma'am. I better be that is or else the lads back home would rip me a new one for not upholding the tavern oath like I'm expected to. Mind if I inquire your name?" He asked making conversation as he stood in the middle of the bus aisle leaning on the seats nonchalant.
by Champagne Socialist Sharifistan » Thu Mar 12, 2020 11:21 am
Camelone wrote:Athelhart Kin-Cenfrith
Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia
5 PM
For Athelhart the flight over to Folaisia wasn't that bad at all, the High Kingdom of Camelone was rather close to this nation so the flight was quick and painless. Honestly if he wanted to he could have taken a boat over and still showed up to school on time but he could see the reasoning to make things easier for their hosts, even if they were hosts that he had no voice in the matter of imposing himself on. Yet there was no need to cause any frustration for these people yet, they haven't done anything disrespectful or stupid though he highly doubted that would last for long, on the flip side though seeing the poorly controlled teasa squirm under some good old fashion Camelonean insults will be hilarious. Teasa from what he has heard were generally a more soft-skinned people compared to the emotionally hardened and jolly Camelonean stock, anyone who has to hide their emotions behind a facade of control wasn't worth his respect. Laugh and be jolly at insults and challenges, why else care about anything else, fight when you want to fight, drink when you want to drink, eat when you want to eat, sing when you want to sing, but obey the conventions when you have to and bring honor to the family. Athelhart pushed some air out at that last thought quietly as he sat on the bus, bring honor to his family, from what he can gather they're ashamed of him and for a Camelonean that stung, it stung like nothing else he could think of. Family was everything in Camelone, the High Kingdom was a natural outgrowth of the family itself and even though he did not go against the faith or the folk he still felt that burden of shame fall upon him. It's been on his mind ever since he was told that he would be leaving his hometown, something that he knew was not normal. If they think some teasa school was going to change him well they were horribly mistaken, he'll show them, he'll be the way he has always been, nothing will change him. He is a Camelonean.
Though all these thoughts were raging around Athelhart's mind he still couldn't help to pick up on a few things around him, for one he knew for a fact he stuck out like a sore thumb, he had his normal clothes on because his school uniform was in his bags. Trousers, undershirt, and a tunic with a scarcely jeweled decorated belt and boots, a flat cap was pulled over his face with his cloak rolled up next to him and his family brooch placed in his cap for safe keeping. Compared to those around him he knew he stuck out and he was silently proud of it, even if he was here by the shame his family saw he will make his folk proud by representing Camelone as the beautiful nation it is compared to the rest of the world. He also picked up on the low hum of chatter, some he could pick up others he couldn't though he couldn't help pushing some air out again at the attempts of one of the guys to flirt, at least he had the courtesy to greet him. Though the opportunity was to good to pass up, pulling his flat cap down a little bit he called out to the dude.
"Ey, wannabe prince charming." He started to get the guys attention "I don't think the lass' want to be bothered with that nonsense at the moment. Let them adjust first before you try to get into their damn pants." The Camelonean accent was present, though he did have a heavy rural accent on top of that, but he knew he was clear enough to get the point across and the smirk on his face was giant as waited for the reaction, seeing if this was a soft teasa or not.
by Champagne Socialist Sharifistan » Thu Mar 12, 2020 11:22 am
Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Otto Knight A-C-1
GRANGEMOUTH INT. AIRPORT
1700 HOURS
The familiar old tune of I vow to thee, my Country played through Otto's cheap plastic earbuds as he rifled through his bag, ensuring he had all of his possessions.
2 rolls of toilet paper, a small, thin, laptop(plus charger), various books he would need(including his most prized possession; a copy of The Outlaws, by Ernst von Salomon), pens, pencils, his multitool, (tightly packed)clothing, 2 tins of corned beef, a tin of lemonade powder, a reusable mess kit, 1 Imperial Army 24-hour combat ration(with a flameless heating element), a canteen topped off with distilled water, and a small bundle of letters from his sister, Otulissa, as well as a few pictures of her-mainly her standing on top of or in front of tanks, and occasionally images of her platoon as well.
In short, the necessities of life for a cadet.
He had, of course, switched into the uniform of the school he was liasoning with beforehand. However, his original, British-style, uniform was in his pack, just in case.
He zipped up his bag, and stared outside for awhile.
He was no stranger to the wild-cadet school ensured that. Every other weekend, the cadets would participate in wilderness survival and navigation training in the massive deciduous forests Duchy A-A-1 was known for. Still, he had always been so focused on where his next meal would come from, or how to get out of the woods, that he never spent much time to look around and enjoy the scenery. Now that he was on a bus and viewing it from a distance, he supposed they looked pretty enough; the issue was that it was no use of a man trying to guess whether or not the berries he was examining would make him shit his guts out.
He turned his eyes away from the window and took stock of his soon-to-be classmates. A varied lot, apparently, including an arrogant-looking Arab who strutted around like a peacock, to whom he applied the point of his elbow to the ribs as he passed along, as well as a harsh, but quiet "Keep your damned pecker in yer damned pants!"...Danceria wrote:Larsa Solidor
Gran Archades Intl. Airport
~0600hrs, Local Time
It was a dreary autumn morning, the urban nerve of international commerce glittered slightly under the gentle flaking of rain. As far as the princeling was concerned, it was far too early and too dreary to be flying. Yet he trusted the pilots of the small jet, as his elder brother-the esteemed Prince of the Ancient and Austere House of Solidor-had placed his trust in him.
Yet in spite of such grandiose plans, the execution was done with little pomp and circumstance. The sixteen year old lad surveyed the transition between dreary downpour to resplendent dawn with a scowl, and buried himself in quiet activities. There will be no servants of which to aid him, and his stature as a Prince among Princes was barely noted in St. Peadrus. Something that Larsa wholeheartedly welcomed.
Sleep would be sporadic, as if to preemptively combat jet-lag, and much of the flight was kept in silent meditation. He was at a crossroads in his life, and though priding himself on mathematical understanding...he found himself reluctant to take on his brother's place while his ambitions soared ever higher. Prince Larsa was finding that it was easier to follow someone else's passion rather than his own.
Yet what passions could be unearthed in this new adventure? Only time and the Divine could tell...
...And a Dancerian.
The young lad coughed and tapped him on the shoulder.
" 'Scuse me." he whispered. "You mind if I sit next you ya?"
by Folaisia » Thu Mar 12, 2020 11:38 am
by Camelone » Thu Mar 12, 2020 2:13 pm
Cybernetic Socialist Republics wrote:[spoiler=Cameron]Camelone wrote:Athelhart gave a smile back to Verity "Don't sweat it at all." he replied with the mirth rolling off his tongue as he spoke overall enjoying his time already. After that he sat back down in his seat for a little bit trying to return back to his original state of relaxing and thinking things over but in the end he found that his little act of fun has thoroughly distracted him. With nothing better to do, he didn't possess one of those interactive phones beyond what he left in his luggage, he gingerly made his way to the back stopping for a little bit at the other girl in the group. Patting the top of the seat she sat in "Don't you fret lass, any fear you have you'll hopefully have a friend in me to talk to if you wish... or if you feelin queasy and need to start hurlin hopefully you got quick feet to the trash, cause I may just be dumbass with readin faces. Either way you'll for the most part be fine." His tone was upbeat even when he paused to think for a bit. Moving on he passed some of the other boys giving a tip of the head for politeness, they looked to be talking and he didn't want to interrupt.
Finally reaching the back Athelhart touched his forehead with two of his fingers and he pointed at her with the same two fingers "Names Athelhart Kin-Cenfrith, proud son of Camelone, at your leisure ma'am. I better be that is or else the lads back home would rip me a new one for not upholding the tavern oath like I'm expected to. Mind if I inquire your name?" He asked making conversation as he stood in the middle of the bus aisle leaning on the seats nonchalant.
Verity watched as the medievally dressed boy left his seat and made his way down the bus toward her. She watched as he stopped to talk to a girl some seats in front of her, while she couldn't exactly hear what he said, she figured that it must be some words of comfort, as the girl had been hugging her bag for comfort for much of the trip.
As he approached Verity, she turned off her smartphone screen and held it face down on her left leg.
The boy, Athelhart, was hos name, introduced himself. While she didn't find his joke to be all that funny, she humoured him with a smile before responding.
"My name is Verity Nicholas, from the Union of Cybernetic Socialist Republics"
She watched the boys face for any reaction. As child of two very educated politically active parents, she was always aware of the uniqueness of her experience in her home country, in comparison to others. She'd been taught to expect that people from other countries would make certain assumptions about her and her beliefs based on her nationality, some largely true and others wildly inaccurate. Though she didn't really know what to expect from who's exprience, if his clothing was anything to go by, was largely pre-capitalist.
"So, these, 'lads' in Cameron..." she continued, attempting to conceal any trace of condecension that might be in her voice.
"...expect you to uphold a tavern oath? Do you mind explaining to me what that oath is, or is it a secret pledge?"
by Champagne Socialist Sharifistan » Thu Mar 12, 2020 2:20 pm
Camelone wrote:Cybernetic Socialist Republics wrote:[spoiler=Cameron]
Verity watched as the medievally dressed boy left his seat and made his way down the bus toward her. She watched as he stopped to talk to a girl some seats in front of her, while she couldn't exactly hear what he said, she figured that it must be some words of comfort, as the girl had been hugging her bag for comfort for much of the trip.
As he approached Verity, she turned off her smartphone screen and held it face down on her left leg.
The boy, Athelhart, was hos name, introduced himself. While she didn't find his joke to be all that funny, she humoured him with a smile before responding.
"My name is Verity Nicholas, from the Union of Cybernetic Socialist Republics"
She watched the boys face for any reaction. As child of two very educated politically active parents, she was always aware of the uniqueness of her experience in her home country, in comparison to others. She'd been taught to expect that people from other countries would make certain assumptions about her and her beliefs based on her nationality, some largely true and others wildly inaccurate. Though she didn't really know what to expect from who's exprience, if his clothing was anything to go by, was largely pre-capitalist.
"So, these, 'lads' in Cameron..." she continued, attempting to conceal any trace of condecension that might be in her voice.
"...expect you to uphold a tavern oath? Do you mind explaining to me what that oath is, or is it a secret pledge?"
Athelhart raised his eyebrow and his face become sullen for a second before he recomposed himself at the name of the country that Verity hailed from "Union of Cybernetic Socialist Republics, the UCSR? I've always been told any shade of red ain't the best to have, especially with the body count they built up back in the fatherland, but as long as you don't start preachin to me we'll be fine." He said thinking about the history he learned about the 30 odd year civil war that ravaged Camelone from '67 to '93 where the socialists and communists plunged the High Kingdom into a war which killed off 10% to 15% of the population. "Regardless of that it is a true pleasure to make your acquaintance." Another sincere smile forming on his face.
"Now as for the tavern oath from the lads back in Came-LONE" he stressed the last part to correct her pronouncement without being a jerk about it. "It is more or less open to the public as a whole as each tavern, or network of taverns, has them posted somewhere in the building or available online and the like. Mine is the Stanstir Hornet Tavern, which you can probably figure out that is a part of a network of tavern's. The tavern oath I have sworn goes as such. I solemnly swear upon the name of my clan, and my dignity as a man, to uphold all things that I hereby utter and swear, so that all my deeds and words may bring honor to you my brothers and to the reputation of my clan. Now I pledge that even though I be small in the great game of life I shall not let my spirit be conquered, I shall let my voice spill forth mirth to foe and friend. By my father I shall stand strong in spirit, my words as sharp as a beautiful blade, my restraint to delight in the victory of causing my foe to become a slave and strike me first with no retaliation from my soul. By my mother I shall treat any lass and lady as if they were my kin, to instill fear in the hearts of the pervert and fornicator, to be kind and courteous to them so that they may live their lives peacefully. By my community I shall brawl with you my brothers and all my violence shall be directed towards defense, entertainment, or the protection of honor. I beg of each and every one of you my brothers to support me in this endeavor, to be a man who riots and brawls for the sake of the folk, to honor the ancestors with our mighty deeds, to kneel to Christ alone and acknowledge the proper lords and officials, holding them to the fist and gun if they forget who they are dealing with. Let the poems of my heart and the songs of unity and conflict bellow through these hallowed walls of fellowship now and forevermore with the clink of tankards and a flood of mead. To victory and mead." Athelhart recited from memory, his eyes closed in concentration, and explained "Before every night of merriment we recite the oath together and conclude the night with one of the three Christian creeds."
After the explanation he turned his head to the attempted prince charming "Yep perfectly fine." Keeping the exchange curt and crisp, there was no need to expand any further with the lad, though the use of kid was hilarious his mind. The guy didn't even recognize what he did.
by Camelone » Thu Mar 12, 2020 2:41 pm
Champagne Socialist Sharifistan wrote:Camelone wrote:Athelhart raised his eyebrow and his face become sullen for a second before he recomposed himself at the name of the country that Verity hailed from "Union of Cybernetic Socialist Republics, the UCSR? I've always been told any shade of red ain't the best to have, especially with the body count they built up back in the fatherland, but as long as you don't start preachin to me we'll be fine." He said thinking about the history he learned about the 30 odd year civil war that ravaged Camelone from '67 to '93 where the socialists and communists plunged the High Kingdom into a war which killed off 10% to 15% of the population. "Regardless of that it is a true pleasure to make your acquaintance." Another sincere smile forming on his face.
"Now as for the tavern oath from the lads back in Came-LONE" he stressed the last part to correct her pronouncement without being a jerk about it. "It is more or less open to the public as a whole as each tavern, or network of taverns, has them posted somewhere in the building or available online and the like. Mine is the Stanstir Hornet Tavern, which you can probably figure out that is a part of a network of tavern's. The tavern oath I have sworn goes as such. I solemnly swear upon the name of my clan, and my dignity as a man, to uphold all things that I hereby utter and swear, so that all my deeds and words may bring honor to you my brothers and to the reputation of my clan. Now I pledge that even though I be small in the great game of life I shall not let my spirit be conquered, I shall let my voice spill forth mirth to foe and friend. By my father I shall stand strong in spirit, my words as sharp as a beautiful blade, my restraint to delight in the victory of causing my foe to become a slave and strike me first with no retaliation from my soul. By my mother I shall treat any lass and lady as if they were my kin, to instill fear in the hearts of the pervert and fornicator, to be kind and courteous to them so that they may live their lives peacefully. By my community I shall brawl with you my brothers and all my violence shall be directed towards defense, entertainment, or the protection of honor. I beg of each and every one of you my brothers to support me in this endeavor, to be a man who riots and brawls for the sake of the folk, to honor the ancestors with our mighty deeds, to kneel to Christ alone and acknowledge the proper lords and officials, holding them to the fist and gun if they forget who they are dealing with. Let the poems of my heart and the songs of unity and conflict bellow through these hallowed walls of fellowship now and forevermore with the clink of tankards and a flood of mead. To victory and mead." Athelhart recited from memory, his eyes closed in concentration, and explained "Before every night of merriment we recite the oath together and conclude the night with one of the three Christian creeds."
After the explanation he turned his head to the attempted prince charming "Yep perfectly fine." Keeping the exchange curt and crisp, there was no need to expand any further with the lad, though the use of kid was hilarious his mind. The guy didn't even recognize what he did.
The young nobleman, whose faced turned into a snarl like his Alsatian, thought for a while of a response to match his curt tone.
He read his adversary’s face to ascertain the strength of his heart and then said
“You didn’t say thank you. Where I’m from people are mostly grateful to me.”
by Champagne Socialist Sharifistan » Thu Mar 12, 2020 2:43 pm
Camelone wrote:Champagne Socialist Sharifistan wrote:
The young nobleman, whose faced turned into a snarl like his Alsatian, thought for a while of a response to match his curt tone.
He read his adversary’s face to ascertain the strength of his heart and then said
“You didn’t say thank you. Where I’m from people are mostly grateful to me.”
Athelhart stood up and turned around "Listen right now lad, get off your damn high horse. I'm not going to be grateful for your mere presence, I'm a Camelonean, I'm a fuckin freeman, even our nobility and lords have to earn the respect they are given in some way. I have no ties to you, your family, or your country so no I'm not going to be grateful for your presence when your first response to seeing our female classmates was not an introduction and a hello but a flirt. Instead of reacting to me you say 'you ok, kid?' which I was fine with, just meant you were oblivious to what you said and that can be forgiven but now you demand respect without doing a damn thing to deserve it. I will apologize for this due to you coming from such a vastly different part of the world and not to be a giant asshole but I think you need a major culture check. Now if you would excuse me I would like to put this behind us." He said, his voice was calm and clear though there was an edge of aggression in his tone. With that said Athelhart sat down in the seat across the aisle from Verity, keeping his eyes on the guy.
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