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Şedinţei ((OPEN RP- Attention: Voltairian Prospects)).

A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]
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Şedinţei ((OPEN RP- Attention: Voltairian Prospects)).

Postby Nanatsu no Tsuki » Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:45 am

"Reika-chan, Reika-chan!!"

Fleeting thoughts, half awake half asleep she slowly incorporated herself on the tatami mat and tried to remember the last thread of her dream. Someone had been calling her, a male voice with soothing tones. A male voice she was almost sure she knew, a peaceful voice.

Running her right fingers through her long, black tresses, Kokonoe Reika finally opened her ebony eyes and focused them on the distant wall, the dance of the tress making horrid shadows against the wall and papered door. It was the middle of the night, a howling storm raged outside. But her room, aside from the dancing shadows, was quiet.

It had been 4 months since the parting of Chiharu-hime to the outer lands. Nanatsu no Tsuki was in a tense calm and the royal house of Agatsuma didn't know what to make of their lady sovereign's sudden desire to travel. Reika knew, deep down, troubled times were in the horizon.

The royal seal had been stamped with wax and silver against Lady Chiharu's chamber doors. The consort left with her, leaving another empty seat at the Cabinet Hall. Lord Kohei seemed distraught most of the time and irritable, but Reika didn't know what she could do. Perhaps just strive to wake up and think.
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Postby Voltairian Prospects » Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:58 am

Rickardo had grown up in the poor country ruled over by the Newly appointed Republic of Voltairian prospects. Rickardos country men hardly knew peace and frequently killed their own, the young diplomats family even fell victim to the violence within the fledgling republic.

Though his family had recently departed from his life Rickardo was determined to do well on his fathers wishes and bring peace to the republic through any means necesary. He had worked under the chancellor for seven and through his career Rickardo had lost his most beloved wife Sophia as well.
The young diplomat had nothing left to him but his own Charisma, and a face in the mirror...
-...After all, 'advice' is just a 6-letter way to say "Okay, here's how I fucked up"-Grave_n_Idle
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From what I'v tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire -Robert Frost

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Re: Şedinţei ((OPEN RP- Attention: Voltairian Prospects)).

Postby Nanatsu no Tsuki » Thu Jul 09, 2009 10:09 am

The incessant pat of feet was the only sound heard as Reika walked down the hall. It was the only sound she could hear. She was tired, so tired, and the fog of dreams hadn't left her. Tea could wake her, provided she could find the jar of green tea in the huge kitchen of the north wing of the Agatsuma estate.

A blind flash and a boom made her go down on her knees, covering her face and letting out a silly, school girl scream that reverberated all through the hall, echoing like a sad ghost down and bouncing off the walls like a childish sprite. Cursing under her breath, Reika shook her head and looked up. A phantasmagorical vision flickered like deffective lights against the far mirror, making her start and then cover her face.

A face in the mirror...
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Postby Voltairian Prospects » Thu Jul 09, 2009 10:27 am

Rickardo, almost refusing to recognise the face he saw in his bathroom mirror,was in great distress after losing his beloved. However, the job of such a highly regarded magistrate was never done.
After his daily revelry of the love he had lost, Rickardo had recieved a summons from none other than the chancellor himself.

Though he was considered too young(in political stance) Rickardo, was possibly the chancellors favorite magistrate.

As he continued to the capitol building, Rickardo witnessed an arial display of the Republics globaly feared air force, but this display was not in celebration. Rickardo leapt for cover as the jets mowed down the protestors directly outside the capitol building. The young government official picked himself back up, whiped off his wears, and proceded into the capitol building to await his next asignment...
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-Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
From what I'v tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire -Robert Frost

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Re: Şedinţei ((OPEN RP- Attention: Voltairian Prospects)).

Postby Nanatsu no Tsuki » Thu Jul 09, 2009 12:02 pm

... a face in the mirror...

Reika narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, the initial trepidation of the booming thunder having passed. She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, realizing that the face in the mirror was probably a trick of the light. Standing straigh she moved slowly towards the kitchen, and suddenly came to a stop. There, on the silver platter by the door there was a big envelope.

Curious hands setteled over the cream colored missive and she deftly turned it over to see a red seal with two eagles, tied by the talons with a red ribbon. Very softly she whispered, "Voltairian Prospects..." and proceeded to open the missive. It was addressed to Lady Chiharu, but since she was gone, it fell upon Reika to read all her letters. Not even Lord Kohei could do this. On a careful and elegant caligraphy, on which she repaired as she unfolded the parchment, she read the folowing:

-Lady Chiharu
F/o: Arkady Rabanus Kelles

**Incurring your wrath, I must, humbly ask to take under your wing and agree to our negotiations of peace, this young man, our chief advisor, Rickardo, by understanding of Lord Johannes Corenios.

**Lady Chiharu, this alliance is of benefit. The skill of young Rickardo may very well serve us both.

))Awaiting answer.((

Earl Arkady Ranabus
House Chancellor of Voltairian Prospects Royal House
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It had begun.
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Postby Voltairian Prospects » Thu Jul 09, 2009 12:32 pm

...walking up the massive stairway that lead to the main hall of the parlimentary building, Rickardo caught a glimpse of one of the fallen protestors. The glimpse he caught was not the face of a man, or a woman, but it was the face of a child. The exiperd child in front of him brought many painful memories into Rickardo's mind.

Remembering back to the days when the Republic was in it's infancy, Rickardo remembered holding his fallen sister, just as he now held the child. He remember his mother's voice as she screamed to him in her last moments before the Republic's elite guard took her life.But most of all he remembered his fathers last words.
"Rickardo... For the sake of your mother and your sister... you need to get away... If they catch you, tell them that you only serve the Republic... and promise me, that you will join them, it is the only way to survive in this world now Rickardo... NOW RUN!!!!"
And that he did Rickardo ran just as fast as his little legs could take him... until he ran into none other than the chancellor himself.
"well... what have we here?? what are you doing all the way out here boy?"

And just then the memories ceased... but the chancellor's voice did not. As Rickardo glimpsed up from the fallen child he was handed a letter from the chancellor's body guard... and the aged mans voice rang in a hissing tone to Rickardo's ears.
"My son, this assignment is more important than you can ever understand. Now please do not fail me in this task".
And as Rickardo took in the environment around him... all he could muster out of his mouth was...
"I will not fail you"

And with that he ventured home to prepare for his flight in the morning. He sat in his bath and opened the letter, In which he read the words...

Assignment location:Nanatsu No Tsuki
Assignment goal:Improved relations

Rickardo muttered to himself...
"Sophia what do I do now?"
and he glanced up to nothing, but a face in the mirror...
Last edited by Voltairian Prospects on Thu Jul 09, 2009 1:33 pm, edited 3 times in total.
-...After all, 'advice' is just a 6-letter way to say "Okay, here's how I fucked up"-Grave_n_Idle
-Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
From what I'v tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire -Robert Frost


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