by Maristela » Mon Feb 24, 2014 7:38 pm
by Osterlais » Wed Feb 26, 2014 9:49 pm
by Maristela » Sun Mar 09, 2014 1:50 am
Osterlais wrote:Snip
by Maristela » Fri Apr 11, 2014 8:39 pm
by Akktur » Sat Apr 12, 2014 2:50 pm
by Maristela » Tue Apr 15, 2014 9:26 pm
Akktur wrote:Salatik,
Akktur Dominion
“I can’t… leave,” the young girl said, her eyes were wide at the very suggestion of it, from their place in the courtyard, her eyes could easily spot the tall wall that stood around the Children’s Home, it served as their only layer of protection against the outside world, which she had faint memories of, cruel and vicious was the outside world. “Who will see to the flowers? And little Unkandai is always forgetting to wash his hands, who will remind him?” The older man smiled at her, and placed his hand reassuringly on her shoulder, he had grown to appreciate her as a girl who had grown in wisdom and in stature. Caretaker to the other children when he and his Brothers could not be present with them, she was widely considered the little mother of the younglings, and rightfully so.
“I will see to the flowers in your absence, and also to Unkandai’s hand washing,” the monk replied warmly, “I know that it can be a scary thing leaving these walls which have nurtured and protected you,” in the center of the property there was a large mansion where a wealthy man had once lived- upon his death he donated his estate to the Cult of Sokkar, and they had turned the premises into an orphanage. However, as more and more children came to live with them, the entirety of the home had been filled, stripped, converted to more dorm rooms, filled again. Today, almost all of the land was filled with tents and lean-tos to accommodate the ever growing number of children. The parts of the land that had not become, effectively, a compact slum where used as gardens where they grew as much food as they could, forming the staple of their diets.
“I can’t board a plane,” the girl said, moving a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear before crossing her arms, “I don’t have any papers,” she stated. The word carried a lot of weight in the Dominion, here, papers were the passport into life, and without them it was nearly impossible for one to do anything. Healthcare was only provided for those with papers; education was only provided for those with papers, free travel required papers, staying in hotels required papers, and gods help you if you were stopped on the street by the Constabulary or the Dominion Enforcers without papers. Even forgetting them at home was a crime of some merit.
“We’ve spoken with the government, they’ve agreed to permit you leave the country and we’ve arranged transport,” the man responded, it wasn’t about the papers he knew- this had been her home for so long, and even if what existed beyond these walls was so many times better than what existed within them, how did someone leave what they had grown to know as home? “The woman you are going to meet is a very powerful woman, a very wealthy woman- she can provide for you far better than we can here; imagine, a meal every day, being able to study, having a mother who cares about you.”
Eventually the Brother had managed to coax her into a tearful goodbye with the other children at the orphanage, though she promised she would return eventually, and she swore that she would make her best efforts to write to them, despite the fact that she was not overly literate. She was led out of the gates, and carefully escorted through the crowd surrounding them- there were always protests just outside the gates, locals angry at the Children’s Home for keeping so many, they were seen as a major drain on limited food supplies, despite the fact that they mostly ate what was grown on the grounds- it was more the principle of the matter. They had first gotten the seaman on a small fishing trawler to agree to take the girl into the port of a neighboring nation, from where they had found volunteers to escort her to the airport that would eventually take her to Maristela City, her ultimate destination.
It was a frightened little girl that emerged in the Maristela airport, nearly an hour late due to a flight delay, she was dressed only in a simple blue gown falling from her shoulders to her ankles without any style or decoration, a small shawl covered her shoulders and her head- it had once been red but had since faded to pink, and on her feet where simple sandals made by hand at the Children’s Home. Her light brown eyes glanced around at massive modern airport with wonder, she was told that much of the Akkuti lands were like what she had seen coming in, but she had never been to the Akkuti nation and capital of the Dominion, though this was hardly surprising considering her lack of papers made it impossible to move about the nation. She was greeted by a nice man, who seemed only slightly surprised when she informed him that all she had she wore on her now, and soon she had been whisked away to a number of fine vehicles forming a motorcade- she could hardly fathom the extreme luxury of the things, she’d never been in such a vehicle before. She stared in quiet awe at the beauty of the city as they drove through it, eventually arriving at the Palace, she couldn’t imagine that this was the destination, it was far too large, far too magnificent for one such as herself. What had she gotten herself into?
by Nuridia » Fri Apr 18, 2014 9:15 am
by Maristela » Sat Apr 19, 2014 2:35 am
Nuridia wrote:Alright dear Anne, be on your best behavior and remember everything you've been taught." "And be careful, make sure that you write to us every day." Hermione Fitzgerald was helping one of her students get ready for a trip to Maristela, where she could possibly be adopted by the Queen herself and made heir. Mostly, she would have a better life there than being with a bunch of other girls could provide for her. "Yes ma'am, I promise." Anne said, her red hair pulled back into a neat Dutch braid and tied off with a blue and gold bow. She was dressed in red, navy and black, the colors of House Maristela, the family she hopefully would one day gain. Around her neck, brown like the rest of her skin was an amulet with half a golden sun and half a silver moon, her house amulet that had once been her mother's. It was the only thing she had left of her family and a few tears leaked from her eyes at the memory that she had quickly wiped away. Hermione saw her cry and hugged the girl. "It's alright love, you'll do great." "I'm sure the Queen will love you and even if you aren't chosen you'll make some fine friends." Anne hugged back her teacher/mother figure. "Bye Miss Fitz, I'll miss you." Anne said, picking up her suitcases. Meanwhile there was a group of girls waiting outside to greet her, her friends Kary, Sarah and Orianthi, a lovely Greek who was orphaned. "Bye Annie, take care!" "And remember to write to us won't you?" "Of course I will!" "Goodbye all, I'll miss you!" Anne said, hugging her friends tightly before the chauffeur announced her car was ready. Anne and Hermione had gotten in together, waving to the other girls until they disappeared form view. Anne then got to the airport and boarded her plane, giving Hermione one last hug and waving until she was gone. As Anne sat on the plane, she wondered how this would go. She hoped it would go well for her, and hopefully she would have a new permanent family she could call her own. This was the first time she had ever been on a plane by herself and to be honest the child was a bit frightened. The child clutched her necklace and said a quick prayer as her plane landed, Anne stepped out of the plane with all the confidence she could muster and saw a car with a man in it that said she would be driven to the royal palace. Anne stepped inside with her things and looked in wonder at Maristela as they headed to the royal compound, her destination. What would the Queen and secretary think of her? Would they like her, would they get along? Anne did what she always did, held her head up and hoped for the best.
by Nuridia » Sat Apr 19, 2014 8:19 am
by Maristela » Sun Apr 20, 2014 12:09 am
Nuridia wrote:Anne turned when the door on her side was opened and he was dressed in the same colors she was, the royal livery no doubt. She dipped her head to him in thanks as she got out of the car with her suitcases in tow. When her feet landed on the sidewalk in front of the compound, she looked up at the palace structure. It was impressive and quite large, she actually had never seen anything like it before save her queen's palace when she was five. After she had looked upon it for a while, she blushed in embarrassment to realize that she was staring and looked down to see two gentlemen waiting to greet her. One had thick eyebrows and a cut nose and she walked until she was a few feet away from them and didn't know whether she should curtsy or not. They would probably take of fence seeing as she could already tell they weren't royalty so she settled for bowing her head to them in greeting. "Gentlemen." she said, her Nuridian accent prominent. "I am grateful that you two could wait in such earnest to greet me."
by Nuridia » Mon Apr 21, 2014 8:50 pm
by The greater Vakolicci Haven » Wed Apr 23, 2014 1:33 am
by Maristela » Wed Apr 23, 2014 8:26 pm
Nuridia wrote:Anne looked around and curtsied to the men, then chuckled at their little conversations. "Thank you Mr. Cartwright, and you good steward for your assistance." She was escorted to the Royal Drawing Room where two of the courtiers were waiting for her as the majordomo explained she would wait for the Queen here. "I understand, thank you good sirs." Anne said, looking around the elegant room and at the two men that were standing with her. "Sirs, are there any books around here that I can read while waiting for her majesty?" the redheaded eleven year old said. "Any old ones will do, though sciences and languages are my favorite." "I'd be most grateful if I could be lent a few volumes to pass the time with if you two don't mind." "I've never read any books from Maristela before and figured now would be as good a time as any to start." "I've brought some myself and would unpack them but I've read them all before and dread then making a mess of the parlor as these suitcases are full and took a dreadful amount of time to close." the child said to the courtiers. She then spotted a Maristelan flag inscribed with the Royal Motto. "For Our Lady, Star of the Sea." Anne said carefully, pronouncing the motto loud enough for the courtiers to hear as she read from the flag. The child's language lessons came flooding back into her mind, and such a bright child couldn't resist the opportunity to show off her knowledge, but of course she did it politely without any airs. Anne turned to the cupbearer and the blond gentleman to speak to them. "Correct me if I am wrong, but I was just thinking of your motto." "Your country's name, Maristela." "If I am not mistaken, it comes from the Latin phrase maris stella meaning "star of the sea", one of the many monikers of the blessed Virgin Mary." "Sometimes the Holy Lady is known as Maria Stella or Maris Stellae which also means star of the sea, does it not?" Anne asked the adults, wondering if she was correct.
by Nuridia » Wed Apr 23, 2014 8:38 pm
by Padiskria » Wed Apr 23, 2014 10:56 pm
Padiskria wrote:YPRT a movie about your nation's government collapsing starring Tom Kenny, Mae Whitman, Samuel L. Jackson, and Emma Stone.
Valisteria wrote:
I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MOTHERFUCKING AUTHORISTS IN THIS MOTHERFUCKING PARLIAMENT
>Cue spongebob laugh
Padiskria wrote:Start the betting pool and pocket 20% of the profits regardless.
YPRT a musical movie about psychic time travelers starring Tim Curry, Mae Whitman, Tom Kenny, Emma Watson, Samuel L. Jackson, and Sara Bareilles.
by Maristela » Thu Apr 24, 2014 4:10 am
The greater Vakolicci Haven wrote:"Well it's better for us whichever way," Alena said, grabbing Joanna's arm. The 13-year old turned to look into the eyes of her best friend, who was chatting at the fast rate that only a Celari teenager could possibly manage.
"Because if you come back," she said, "We'll see you again. If you don't come back, you're on the fasttrack to becoming a queen."
"A queen of some tiny nation noone's heard of," she countered. "When they had me studying Maristela, I couldn't help thinking that I was studying somewhere that it's a good thing noone's heard of." She looked around the airport before hushing her voice down to a whisper.
"It's...religious." she said the world as if it was a dirty thing that noone would ever want to think about.
"Are you sure?" Alena asked her. "Actually religious?"
"Yes. Something called 'Roman Catholicism." She finished as her friend started to laugh beside her.
"Oh I heard about them. They're that crazy cult that thinks that bread and wine turns into some dead guy. At least their'll be funny."
"I Suppose---"
"Joanna," a growling voice seemed to roar. It was General Legorde, walking with Alex Gordavris. Nothing more friendly than a big white thing in power armor she reflected.
"You must go!" he growled in that same monotone he used when ordering that people be executed. "The aircraft is almost ready to depart."
"Bye," Joanna said, embracing her friend. "See you soon."
And then it was off into the expensive interior of a Celari-designed plane.
The plane itself was the cause of a major argument. Following from the Celari diplomatic traddition, in which diplomats travelled escorted by what looked like half the navy in an effort to show Celeria off, Lord Gordavris was insisting that his young charge travel in a rather old battleship of the Gordavris clan Navy, the 'Pride of war.' Joanna had, however, reminded Gordavris that she was atempting to show herself oooff as a good potential daughter, and from the tone of the communication they had received, she doubted that the queen was one of the types who believed that young girls captaining thousands of tonnes of metal armed with very precise weaponry was a good plan.
And so, it was the aircraft that Gordavris had put her in. The aircraft was enormous, almost like a cruise ship in the air. 'Rendos future' had been comitioned only 3 months before her parents had died: ironically when the aircraft Rendos Future was replacing crashed into the Selca ocean.
But now she was ready to take off, and was enjoying a fine Celari whiskey, at a table, while a slave read out her newsfor the day. She was Celari, she reflected, and Celari by definition were either very very rich, or very very poor. She was not poor.
After 5 hours in the air, she was getting tired, and curled up on one of the double beds that had been placed in the sumptuous passenger cabins, only to be woken up by a the pilot over the intercom, informing her that she needed to get into a chair with a seatbelt on it in order to land safely.
Rendos sat up iritably and hit the intercom with a definite force.
"Cabin B to Bridge. I do not need to do anything, this is my aircraft. Out."
No further protests were heard from the captain as she took half an hours rest and was awoken by the small jolt of landing.
"We have landed," came the unnecisary call of the pilot.
The car had been provided for her by the clans, and it was not as she had expected. It was a large limozine, with a smiling driver, an ample supply of alcohol, and a very well-stocked security system. On the roof was emblazened in gold 'Kondura vehicles. Luxury courtecy of the Superior state.'
The 'Superior state.' The official pretitle of Celeria, guaranteed to annoy every foreigner. Joanna groaned as she got in, and the unspeaking driver proceeded to make his way towards the pallace, slowing down to allow what counted as 'Royal security' to come in around them.
by Maristela » Thu Apr 24, 2014 6:26 pm
Padiskria wrote:"Run that again, from the top. You're not only representing yourself, but Padiskria as well," Laura advised Elizabeth.
Elizabeth performed the classic (and rarely actually used anymore, except among the military) Padiskri bow- crossing her left arm across her chest, then bowing from the waist so that her torso was parallel to the ground. After that she cleared her throat. "Hello, Your Majesty. My name is Elizabeth Grayson. I would be honored if you were to take me in, and I will do my best to prove I am worth adopting." She let out a quick breath, and looked at her sister. "How was that?"
Laura nodded. "Good, good. But, as is the Foreign Affairs Department's motto, good-"
"-is never good enough. I know, I know." Elizabeth finished for her. "But I don't know how to make it any better without coming off as a brown-nose."
Laura's mouth was a grim line. "Excellent point. I know you'll think of something, you always do."
"Not always," Elizabeth muttered.
The Padiskri jet pilot called over the speakers. "Fasten yourselves in, we'll be landing momentarily."
Elizabeth took a glance out the window to the beauty of Maristela. She whistled. "Why don't we have neat avenues like that in Faustum Lux?"
"The Padiskri capital is a very old city. The haphazard layout came from the necessity of building around hills and rivers and such. Neat, rectangular avenues weren't an option way back when," Laura recited, as if from a textbook.
The sleek airplane began its descent. Elizabeth simply couldn't wait.
by Padiskria » Thu Apr 24, 2014 7:57 pm
Padiskria wrote:YPRT a movie about your nation's government collapsing starring Tom Kenny, Mae Whitman, Samuel L. Jackson, and Emma Stone.
Valisteria wrote:
I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MOTHERFUCKING AUTHORISTS IN THIS MOTHERFUCKING PARLIAMENT
>Cue spongebob laugh
Padiskria wrote:Start the betting pool and pocket 20% of the profits regardless.
YPRT a musical movie about psychic time travelers starring Tim Curry, Mae Whitman, Tom Kenny, Emma Watson, Samuel L. Jackson, and Sara Bareilles.
by Maristela » Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:46 pm
Nuridia wrote:OOC: Oops, sorry. I just figured a royal family would have its emblem and motto all around its palace as a symbol of royal power. Sorry for such a short post, it's late and I have to sleep.
IC: Anne was a little disappointed when she wasn't all the way correct but happy that she had gotten most of it right. The young redhead smiled when she saw all of the books, she was curious at the dried blood stains on the books but decided not to ask seeing the grim looks on the adults' faces. She wondered what they meant when they spoke about the Tragedy and Massacre but once again, Anne figured it was the best interest for all of them not to ask. "Thank you, these books will do fine." "No information is ever irrelevant, for only by studying the past can we avoid e same mistakes and shape a better future." "That's what I was taught." Anne took down two volumes of astrophysical science, one on theoretical physics and one on extinct animals and plants. "Yes, these will do very nicely." Anne carried the heavy times to a small table in the Drawing Room, placing them there and prepared to sit down to read as she turned to the Chapelmaster and Cupbearer. "If you don't mind me asking sir and madam, I would like to know a bit about what Her Majesty the Queen is like." "If I am to meet her, I should be up to date on what to say and do should I not?" "I'd like to know a bit more about my potential adoptive mother and monarch, but not more than you two or Her Majesty deems fit for one to know." Anne said, opening the volume on extinct animals and plants.
by Maristela » Fri Apr 25, 2014 2:26 am
Padiskria wrote:OOC: I don't see why not.
IC:
Laura and Elizabeth exited the plane, catching their first unobstructed glimpse of Maristela.
"It's kinda cold," one of the baggage-handlers complained.
"Shut up! We're getting paid triple because of this, and we all get a raise if this goes off right!" another reminded him.
Laura shook her head, and walked down the auto-extending ramp, Elizabeth close behind.
Laura executed a Padriski bow, but didn't hold it very long. "Hello there. I'm the Padriski Foreign Affairs Advisor, Laura Driver. It is a pleasure to meet you all."
Elizabeth took a second to catch on, and hastily copied Laura. "A- and I am Elizabeth Grayson. I'm . . . I'm one of the prospective adoptees for Her Majesty. Pleased to meet you."
Laura elbowed her gently in the gut, which forced her to double over in pain- Gregor's Disorder amplifying the pain she felt. Laura winced for forgetting this. This is gonna reflect badly. Shit. Shit. Salvage this. How can I salvage this . . . "As you can see, Elizabeth displays the Padriski mutation of Gregor's Disorder. She has very low tolerance for pain, as well as the white hair and violet eyes associated with the condition. It is of the utmost importance that this is remembered." Please let this work, please, please, I need to get improved relations with somebody, or Draconus Dharc will have my head for this . . .
Elizabeth slowly rose, still rubbing her stomach. "Yeah. That's Gregor's Disorder for you. Second-generation condition carriers lose the amplified pain reaction, and often have immensely boosted mental capacity. In the rare event that someone like me lives long enough to have a child, that child is unfailingly some kind of genius."
Girl did her research.
by Padiskria » Fri Apr 25, 2014 3:32 am
Padiskria wrote:YPRT a movie about your nation's government collapsing starring Tom Kenny, Mae Whitman, Samuel L. Jackson, and Emma Stone.
Valisteria wrote:
I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MOTHERFUCKING AUTHORISTS IN THIS MOTHERFUCKING PARLIAMENT
>Cue spongebob laugh
Padiskria wrote:Start the betting pool and pocket 20% of the profits regardless.
YPRT a musical movie about psychic time travelers starring Tim Curry, Mae Whitman, Tom Kenny, Emma Watson, Samuel L. Jackson, and Sara Bareilles.
by Maristela » Fri Apr 25, 2014 5:16 am
Padiskria wrote:Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, and Laura threw up her hands defensively. "No, no, a wheelchair will not be necessary." Laura leaned forward conspiratorially. "Elizabeth is rather . . . proud. If she believes she can do something herself, she won't want any help."
"I'm hurting, not useless. I can walk," Elizabeth said, confirming Laura's words. She turned to Logan. "However, getting a chance to meet someone new is always a pleasure. Logan Cyrus of Grey, it is good to meet you."
Sensing the confusion this was apt to cause, Laura explained, "There are old superstitions back in Padiskria. I couldn't let her leave the house all that often, for fear that she'd be attacked. Elizabeth refused to dye her hair or wear colored contacts that might have disguised her condition, so I did what I had to to ensure her safety."
Elizabeth gave Laura a cold stare, as if she didn't want that bit of information being known. "I don't like to lie."
To prevent things from getting too much worse, one of the flight attendants walked up to Laura. "Miss Driver, ma'am, the crew is having a difficult time unloading that . . . thing you wanted to bring here."
Laura sighed. "I'll see to it." She turned to Elizabeth, and whispered just loudly enough that someone paying rapt attention may have overheard, "Don't mess this up, you're not the only one with something riding on this."
Elizabeth stood more rigidly, apparently painfully aware that her short stature wasn't doing her any favors. Laura walked back in the direction of the plane, flight attendant in tow.
by The greater Vakolicci Haven » Fri Apr 25, 2014 10:05 am
by Padiskria » Fri Apr 25, 2014 11:27 am
Padiskria wrote:YPRT a movie about your nation's government collapsing starring Tom Kenny, Mae Whitman, Samuel L. Jackson, and Emma Stone.
Valisteria wrote:
I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MOTHERFUCKING AUTHORISTS IN THIS MOTHERFUCKING PARLIAMENT
>Cue spongebob laugh
Padiskria wrote:Start the betting pool and pocket 20% of the profits regardless.
YPRT a musical movie about psychic time travelers starring Tim Curry, Mae Whitman, Tom Kenny, Emma Watson, Samuel L. Jackson, and Sara Bareilles.
by Maristela » Sun Apr 27, 2014 3:41 pm
The greater Vakolicci Haven wrote:As the footman opened the door, Joanna was reminded yet again of how cold her home for a month, and possibly for even longer, actually was.
She stretched, and turned to the driver.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked.
"Just 14," he said in a clipped official-sounding Celari accent.
"Would that be Dral or something else?" she responded.
"Oh, just Dral. Put it on a stone if that would be easier."
Joanna rummaged through the small backpack over one arm and removed a tiny, yet wickedly sharp looking stylus and a small, round stone. She drew her clans symbol, a falcon in flight, the number 14, and carefully wrote 'Kondura vehicles,' before passing the small stone over to the driver.
"Thanks," he responded, allowing her to leave the car.
Lady Rendos stood, and approached the entrance of...what she had to realise herself was...a truely beautiful pallace. It compared even to the Pallascez Goranduern in Turin back home, where the royal traitor King Althyus lived, and even slightly eclipsed Romagna, where the far more Noble Crown Prince Blacksen lived.
Rendos stood at about 5 ft 9, with long blonde hair that fell about her shoulders, and was brushed straight. Her light green eyes seemed to glow in the tanned face that all Celari ended up getting with the provinces 'too-warm' climate. Her dress, though plain and black, was elegantly designed to the curves of her body, and she wore at her left hip an obviously ancient shortsword, its hilt decorated with rubies and the name 'Kingslayer' written in Old Celari close to the smooth, perfectly formed blade.
Kingslayer...that was what the sword was. 70 years ago, it had killed a king: Althyus' grandfather no less. And then the Vakolicci had invaded, and back came the King, and over was the shortest-lived and most useless republic in history.
As she approached the small entrance party, she bowed the standard Celari bow: her arms crossed in front of her, and her head cocked to the left and bending at the back.
"Odaerna," she said (good day.) "My name is Joanna Rendos. I'm one of the potential adoptees for Her Majesty the Queen. I do hope I'm not late, am I?" My luggage is coming from my aircraft behind me...oh, their it comes."
The large 4x4 was driven by a rugged-looking man with a scar on the back of his neck. He had a weather-beaten appearance, as one might if they had spent a long part of their life at sea, and he drove with an air of one who hates what he is doing.
"Clansmen Panahovaris," Lady Rendos said as the man walked out.
"Joanna," he responded, embracing her. "It's good to see you again. Well...I can't hang around."
Her Clans longtime retainer walked to the cavinous boot of his car, and removed 4 enormous suitcases and a locking box.
"Where do you want the box?" he asked.
"Just put them all in the entrance. I'll sort them out."
She walked confidently up to the 2 men who had quite clearly been waiting for her, before asking "I'm sorry, I didn't get any sort of information. What do I do now?"
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