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"It comes and it goes," replied Lark to his companion, "but I fear my sanity will soon fall into step with my health." He reached up and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "For now, I am not doing horrible. Perhaps, some time shall past before need for another cure." True as that may be, Lark would not turn away a permanent cure to his 'condition' if presented with one. "Regardless, we are...almost at the castle. Right around the next street, I believe. Question is, how do a cursed Crow who abandoned his post and someone forbidden to enter the kingdom gain an audience with the Queen?" ------------------------------------- "Prayer would be beneficial to us all, Lord Baron," Vali responded before the Septon could speak a similar line. "However unfavorable House Ragnarok's absence here may be, the point still stands. We are nearing war, gentlemen, and that is something that no one here wants, regardless of our individual reputations, I'm sure." Whisk leaned back, shrugging. "Of course not," he grinned, "War brings nasty things: civilian casualties, loss of faith, and, even worse, economic troubles." The ambassador raised a clawed finger to his teeth and picked them. "The Iron Island has been making great progress with our technologies -with the Church's blessing, of course- and my Lord Baron would really, really be disappointed if we had to break progress for squabbles over who gets to sit on the shiny cushion." Picking his teeth again, he mumbled, "So what must we do here to avoid the fun that you call war?" If Vali was any lesser of a man, his hand would have reached for his sword, but the Regent showed no discomfort from Whisk's words. "You may take this matter lightly, Ambassador, but I do not. Neither does the Lord Hand nor the Queen. Baron Rybalte's claim to the throne may hold legitimacy -The High Septon himself is looking into that- but only in the absence of an heir. Infant or not, the young King is King in blood and his blood is more royal than Rybalte's. Giving the Iron Throne to Rybalte could strip my nephew of royal status, preventing him from taking the Throne when he reaches of age. I did not take the position of Regent out of ego; I did it to protect the Throne's true successor. Ragnarok is making a claim to power that cannot stand. However," he leaned forward, this time looking to the Hand, Lord Mareth, "We must make them see this peacefully. After the last War with the East, Ivalice cannot afford a civil war." "Which then begs the question, Uncle Regent, what would you like from us? I've got a tingling that it's firepower," Whisk revealed all of his fangs in an ear-to-ear grin as he said it. "Because that is a proposition one does not offer lightly," he said it sarcastically, as if the idea of war was tantamount to where one should tie their horse. "Perish the thought, Ambassador, and assure me that your Baron does as well!" Vali finally showed emotion as he snapped back. "I will endanger neither my sister nor the King and I will do everything in my power to keep safe every citizen of Ivalice, regardless of House! I did not call you here to conspire against Ragnarok, otherwise, the invitation would not have extended to them as well. My -Our intentions were to offer a treaty with Ragnarok, involving all Houses. A closer relationship with the Iron Throne for Baron Rybalte if his aggressions cease, resources for House Anima for your research, and even something for those from Dahaka! After all, will you forever live under the Mad King's shadow, Baron Azi-Dahaka?" Vali asked and then glanced at the Hand, his eyes asking for help explaining their position. A laugh escaped Whisk's lips as he took in Vali's words and then laid eyes on the Hand, "So now that Ragnarok has evidently and officially rejected your offer to diplomacy," he waved to the empty seat next to Azi-Dahaka, "what is the current purpose of this council?"
Ugh, I still need to lose my con virginity
Unlike human girls where it's the reverse.
I was six, Haya was seven. I deleted my post and then posted again lol. I don't want it, though. It's all his.
It was late morning as the sun shone down upon the Westerlands. There was nary a cloud in the blue sky as the residents of King's Landing, capital of both the Westerlands and Ivalice as a whole, bustled and scuttled through their daily routines. The main road, the Kingsroad, was full of pedestrians on foot, horseback, and carriage as they went along with their business. Merchants setting up shop, soldiers on patrol, septons preaching the word of the Father, children at play, tourists and citizens alike all filled the streets as if the threat of war wasn't looming...but looming it was. More soldiers than normal patrolled; students from the Academy of Magickal Arts were practicing outside as opposed to studying in a classroom; even the merchants seemed seedier as they sold "magic-boosting amulets" and the such. In the midst of the crowds, two tall figures, both clad in dark cloaks, moved towards the castle. "Amazing, is it not?" Asked the shorter of the two, under the Night's Watch standard cloak, his face hidden by its hood. "My shortcut saved two days from our trek, and we only had to escape one single Behemoth! Quite worth the journey through the forest." As he said it, he felt the sweat drop from his brow...though not from the sun's rays. Something ailed the traveler, and it ailed him greatly. Lowering his voice, Lark -he was often called by his surname- pulled his hood even lower and asked, "Have you ever experienced anything like this? You know, out in the you-know-whats?" -------------------------------------------- The Regent walked with purpose through the castle halls. There was no stagger in his step, no falter in his demeanor. Assertive in everything he did, there was one reason why the one called "Ser Duskblade" showed no weakness: he simply had none to show. The clang-clang of his steps echoed through the hall, accompanied by those of the following soldiers. His stern eyes looked out from beneath his dark, golden hair; though they never moved from his target, he was entirely aware of his surroundings. He was adorned in his personal armor: regal gold and black in color, but light and flexible with the crest of House Valefor over the chestplate. Its white cape flowed almost impossibly behind him, revealing the hilt of his signature sword. He may not have been as big as the two soldiers tailing him, but their stature paled in comparison to his. As he reached the door at the end of the hallway, he stopped, grabbed the handle and addressed his knights, "No interruptions." It was a simple command, but the subordinates already knew their orders. With a single "Ser!" They turned and stood, flanking the door, with hands on their swords. Without giving them a second thought, Ser Vali Garmond of House Valefor, Regent to the Iron Throne of Ivalice, entered the room. "Gentlemen, my sincerest apologies for the wait," He said it without introducing himself. He has met all in attendance before, on some political occasion or other. "The young King has been troubled with...well, he is an infant after all," he said it without the slightest bit of amusement. He took his place at the end of the table. To his right, sat a man in gray armor and a flowing blue cape. The man's long brown hair was starting to gray and the wrinkles of experience were evident on his face. One purple-gloved hand rested on the table. "As the Regent of the Iron Throne, allow me to formally introduce you all to Lord Mareth Anima, Hand to the King of Ivalice," he nodded his head towards the Hand. Turning to a long-haired main in light armor farther down, he continued, "The esteemed Lord Baron Roshan Azi-Dahaka of House Dahaka of Dorne." Raising a hand to the cloaked young man across from Azi-Dahaka, he went on, "Ser Whisk Arrior of House Anima, Ambassador of the Iron Island, here on behalf of Baron Anima." Finally, the Regent looked to the elderly man next to Whisk, "And, of course, Septon Frye from House Zodiark, attending on behalf of both the Baron of the Crownlands and the High Judge himself. Thank you, Septon." It was a simple acknowledgement; the Septon wouldn't take part directly in any diplomacy meetings, but was only there to bless them. Per tradition, House Zodiark stood with the Church on all political matters not related to their own domain. Vali spent no breath on the various soldiers in the room; they were there to protect their respective nobles and had no other diplomatic purpose. Looking to the two empty seats, the one to his left across from the Hand, and the one next to Baron Azi-Dahaka, Vali cleared his throat, "The Queen must attend to the young King. Mother's duty and all that. I am here on her behalf, as is Lord Anima," he nodded towards the King's Hand. "However, it appears quite evident that House Ragnarok will not be attending today's meeting." "Yeah, yeah!" Whisk leaned forward, anxiously slamming his hands on the table. His ears wiggled through his red hair as he grinned, revealing fangs, "Enough with the formalities, Lord Regent, and it is a pleasure to meet you and you and you and everyone else under the Father's damned sun." He pointed to the Hand, Baron Azi-Dahaka, and Septon Frye (who gasped), "Now let's talk war." He leaned back, grinning ear to ear. "That's what we're here for, isn't it? To -and I quote my own respected Baron- 'solving the conflict between Houses Valefor and Ragnarok with words in place of swords?' So, let me be the first to bring up the vital and quite delicious point," he waved to the empty seats, "Neither the heads of Valefor nor Ragnarok are attending this diplomatic council of Houses, so-called forth to usher peace talks and held to promote calmness throughout Ivalice."
I hate that I haven't actually studied in like a month since I moved. I want to study now, but I don't know anyone here who can help me with studying. It used to be so easy to get books, but not here. No one here reliably or accessibly sells books. I need a new book guy. I may or may not be talking about studying.
No. I'm so mean. Haya was post 7 lol
Hey, guys! The RP is officially unlocked! We will likely have the first posts posted by tomorrow night! As such, here's my final character post: Name: Whisk "The Sellsword" Arrior Age: 25 Appearance: Sellsword? Race: Miqo'te House: Anima Occupation: Outlaw Gear: Twin pistols into which Whisk can channel his magic. They can switch into a semi-automatic mode. Sign: Ifrit Bio: An orphan from the streets of the Iron Island, Whisk knew at a young age that other people were merely a means to an end. He grew into an outlaw, selling his skills as a mercenary to anyone and everyone...as long as the price was right. He earned a reputation for doing anything at all, as long as the client met his price. Never one for politics, Whisk surprised everyone when he recently took a job offer from House Anima to serve as their ambassador. Predictably, other Houses treat him with disdain and distrust when he visits. Other:
I've often thought about giving away all my digital copies since I started buying physical copies. Anyway, I'm not at all interested in any of the Star Wars series so...bump-post.
17 bucks a year isn't bad. Granted, I still use the free version for same network usage, but I'll probably end up paying soon in addition to everything else in this thread
MSN. Gone but never forgotten.
Speaking of soliciting, I have a question for @Plums
Is the tagline just "White People Making Stupid Decisions" or what? I mean, I get that its Scream and its attacking its own genre's tropes, but Jesus Christ, these freaking teenagers.
Oh, hey, it's Nashida. Glad to see you back -not that we ever talked much, if at all. How's the teaching going?
I've got the Lizard's first appearance, by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko. There's a 25 cent price tag on it. It blew me away. At the very least, I wish tie-ins to events didn't cost the full price of a company's normal series. 3.99 for every Secret Wars tie-in I want is killing me.
The Lucifer pilot wasn't half-bad. Might change my mind once I actually read the source material on that one.
Isn't that Iron Man's GotG armor on the left
I saw that this morning, tale. Pretty cool. I've been enjoying Devil Dinosaur in Planet Hulk so far. Enjoying him so much that I bought Issue 3 twice not because I thought I grabbed issue 4 this week and didn't realize until I got home. "The Devil...He lives!" Can't say I read anything with him -or Moon Boy- before then, though.
It's called different tastes, man.
