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tushanshu_logs2014-01-09 01:22 pm
alderwood) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-01-09 01:22 pm
open audience; the alderwood emperor
Characters: The Alderwood Emperor and anyone who seek to speak with him
Date: January 8th
Location: The Palace of Landed Sky
Situation: The expected holding of an audience for any that care to speak with the newly appointed Alderwood Emperor.
Warnings/Rating: N/A; to be updated if necessary
The hall is stark and black, lit with softly glowing lanterns that are strung up high beyond reach. Outside, the sun is at its zenith, and it filters down through the cloudy glass roof to warm the dark room.
The floor is marble, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and ruby quartz. It catches the light, and casts strange patterns on the walls.
There is beauty to it, but the room has been repurposed to function moreso than form. Weapons racks line the walls and there are officers stationed at regular intervals to ensure the safety of their assets and, of course, the Emperor himself. It is but one sign of heightened security, another being that all attendees must be escorted in with the attendance of a pair of armed guards. The rein of Alderwood begins in caution and will not be made victim of as Ironwood's did in its end.
The Emperor himself is seated at a broad table and working his way through cleaning a variety of firearms that range from elegant handguns to heavy muskets. He works with swift precision, dismantling each in turn before proceeding with cleaning and reassembling, then he moves to the next. Like the weapons upon the racks, these vary in age from rudimentary to advanced technology reminiscent of the spectre weapons. He knows each of them as spoils of war gathered over the centuries and now he seeks to repurpose them. To use them against the enemy that had him fight in the first place.
He is dressed in his familiar military cut, having no mind or pleasure in anything of ornamentation or to further denote his rank, and greets each attendee with the curt statement: "Speak to your purpose."
[Actionspam or prose are both acceptable!
Characters will only be admitted into the hall one by one, so there won't be anyone present for anyone else's conversations, and there won't be any 'mingling' in the chamber itself.
By popular demand, we will continue to allow mingling for those waiting for an audience in an antechamber. There is a thread header below to allow for that!]
Audience | Canon Updates | Antechamber
Date: January 8th
Location: The Palace of Landed Sky
Situation: The expected holding of an audience for any that care to speak with the newly appointed Alderwood Emperor.
Warnings/Rating: N/A; to be updated if necessary
The hall is stark and black, lit with softly glowing lanterns that are strung up high beyond reach. Outside, the sun is at its zenith, and it filters down through the cloudy glass roof to warm the dark room.
The floor is marble, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and ruby quartz. It catches the light, and casts strange patterns on the walls.
There is beauty to it, but the room has been repurposed to function moreso than form. Weapons racks line the walls and there are officers stationed at regular intervals to ensure the safety of their assets and, of course, the Emperor himself. It is but one sign of heightened security, another being that all attendees must be escorted in with the attendance of a pair of armed guards. The rein of Alderwood begins in caution and will not be made victim of as Ironwood's did in its end.
The Emperor himself is seated at a broad table and working his way through cleaning a variety of firearms that range from elegant handguns to heavy muskets. He works with swift precision, dismantling each in turn before proceeding with cleaning and reassembling, then he moves to the next. Like the weapons upon the racks, these vary in age from rudimentary to advanced technology reminiscent of the spectre weapons. He knows each of them as spoils of war gathered over the centuries and now he seeks to repurpose them. To use them against the enemy that had him fight in the first place.
He is dressed in his familiar military cut, having no mind or pleasure in anything of ornamentation or to further denote his rank, and greets each attendee with the curt statement: "Speak to your purpose."
[Actionspam or prose are both acceptable!
Characters will only be admitted into the hall one by one, so there won't be anyone present for anyone else's conversations, and there won't be any 'mingling' in the chamber itself.
By popular demand, we will continue to allow mingling for those waiting for an audience in an antechamber. There is a thread header below to allow for that!]
Mako!
He knew how to be respectful, but he wasn't sure how you exactly paid Royalty respect. He was just going to have to go off of the things his mother told him about the Fire Nation when he was a kid.
He managed a bow, his head lowered for a moment out of respect. Actually speaking was more difficult, he hadn't practiced the words in... ever.]
Emperor, I heard you can show people the future.
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Only their future. What do you wish to learn?
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[... this is the most frustrating thing he's ever done. He's terrible at polite language. How that translates to Kedanese is his best guess, but he had to try. Even if it made him sound stilted.]
Korra came to see Emperor Eshai recently, and she saw something important. And now my brother, and one more friend of ours all know what happens.
[and they were being frustratingly mum about the whole thing.]
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[An assumption on his part, for why else come seeking this information if a brother, the Avatar, and a friend all shared it. Surely they would be trustworthy sources.]
It can be done. [In answer to his unspoken question.] There is a cost for that information, but it can be done.
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If the cost is juulan, I've got plenty of that.
[he figured it would be, that would be easy enough, actually. He'd been incredibly lucky in his first few months in Keeliai, though he was prepared if it wasn't.]
I'd appreciate being on the same page as them again.
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I'm a firebender. [he demonstrates with a small bit of flame, but quickly extinguishes it, lest any guards panic. He knew about the whole distrust movement.]
I can also lightning bend. Back home, they use lightning benders to help generate electricity. Here, I use my bending at Stark Industries to test the quality of whatever they're making.
I'd trade using my firebending for you, with a few caveats, to see my future.
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[Said in truth; electricity is not so widespread as it once had been and there are uses that immediately come to mind.]
Name these caveats.
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[he says that with firmness-- it's the one thing he won't negotiate on. Now, convincing people he'll use it dangerously, that's an entirely different matter. But something reserved for his own discretion.]
And I'd rather not use my firebending directly in this war we're supposed to fight. I'd rather that be up to me.
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[In short? The former is acceptable.]
However, I cannot guarantee you the latter. If your firebending would save Tu Vishan, then you will use it.
[There is no budge room in his tone. Evandau his his priorities straight and Tu Vishan trumps all.]
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I haven't seen anything resembling an enemy that I can fight here. So what can I expect, if I agree to this?
[he's abandoned his polite form of speaking-- it's easier for him to get to the heart of this by asking the way he normally would]
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[He considers, thinking to the many demands for information that Foreigners have made of him since this batch began arriving.]
In the past, I have seen it use armies and global war as its means, as well as singular agents and precise strikes. It's malleability is what makes it dangerous and I cannot risk passing by on even one with a skill that may hold it at bay.
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Alright. One more question. You can't promise me that, fine. But what about patterns? If this is your enemy, you've gotta have some idea on what to expect from him, even if not when to expect it.
I'd rather be effective than not, if it comes to that.
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I have fought it for centuries and seen only one pattern: It moves as it pleases. Each time I thought to predict it, this creature changed its whims simply to stymie me. I lost entire battalions in the hubris of prediction and will never make that mistake again.