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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!]
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The room is too gloomy, even for one in mourning. She stops a respectful distance away, as she had done with Eshai the day they met, and casts a glance over the room, her gaze lingering on one of the muskets. None of those firearms could touch her: she could either catch the bullet or it would simply bounce off.
When addressed, she steps forward, confidently, and speaks her piece. 'Your Majesty. My name is Monet Saint-Croix, and I have a petition.'
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(She thinks of what Ric would be doing here, in her place, and sighs.)
'It regards the enemy.' Her eyes drop to the guards standing nearby, shooting them a cold, distrustful glare. 'It is for your ears only.'
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"Those that protect me personally are only the most trusted," he continues, walking back to the table and gesturing that she approach it. "Speak quietly if you wish, but I will not grant us privacy." There is a pause and his expression darkens briefly. "Privacy is what cost Eshai her life."
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In deference to Eshai, she allows herself a moment of pause. 'I wish to start a business venture,' she says, directing her voice to him, but speaking quietly, 'to act as liaisons between Foreigners and kedan. Doubtless, you are a busy man, Commander; Foreigners have resources but they are disorganised, and the enemy this cunning will take advantage of the chaos. I would like your assurance that there will not be interference without reason, and your support where needed. I will intimate further details in a report, if you desire, but only to you personally.'
She thinks of Enjolras' terror, at facing the creature, and her jaw tightens with resolve.
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"Explain what nature of liaising you would see done with this venture," he prompts, hearing her out while being careful not to grant blind clearance. "Then I will know whether I need a report to detail it."
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'The enemy has eyes and ears on both sides,' she says, plainly, electing to follow his lead on trusting the guards for now. If they squeal, she can deal with them later if necessary. 'I will find them, you may remove them. But they must not know how we're looking.'
Hence, her proposal. It's not entirely to root out Malicant - Monet wants to keep active track of the Foreigners, chess thing - but it's a large reason.
And well, if that thing came looking for her.... she was bulletproof, and proud. She wasn't about to back down, no matter how unpragmatic that might be.
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"How?" That he asks the question is proof of his interest. Evandau hates entertaining anything that serves no purpose even moreso than Eshai had.
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She restrains the smirk of triumph and instead, continues with her stoic expression, and calm tone. 'I have a number of strategies in mind, ahead of time I'm uncertain which one will work in the field. Hence, the reports.'
She's no doubt he has his own operations, but he's a ruler now with other obligations, and some things will fly under his radar. If they pool their resources, she thinks there'll be less gaps, and they can tighten the net on both ends.
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