Sigismund
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My kingdom of Doma is very quiet now.
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Post by Sigismund on Sept 15, 2011 3:20:12 GMT -5
A little early perhaps Doctor.
::The count smirked::
After all, nothing is official yet. But perhaps, now is as good a time as any. The reason you are all here. You are all aware of the state of this Kingdom ever since the original war with the empire,
::At this, Sigismund shot a rather pointed glance at Lord Noel::
We have been without a legitimate heir to the throne. However the Good Captain words ring true as to our great nations miraculous recovery. All this time, Doma has lived in peace, and I have been her steward. But now, with the governments of old toppling like the trees of an ancient forest, this Kingdom has but two options. Be trampled by the forest's fall, or rise and take its place in its rebirth. But to do that, it must be a Kingdom once more, with a King who has the right and authority to govern it. Lord Noel here, along with his esteemed colleagues in these interesting times have laid a claim that Doma is still under the banner of the Empire by right of conquest. However, it has been years since their men have occupied the grounds of this country. They claim it as theirs, yet they have turned a blind eye to the struggles and hardships of its people. But in their absence, I have given my blood, my sweat, and my life to this Kingdom. I breathe Doma. Though stretched thin, the blood of its past nobility flows in my veins. And my devotion to this country is as the Angel's devotion to battle.
::The Count snapped his finger::
Kamikaze.
::The Wutai servant appeared from nowhere, as though he'd been in the room the entire time and they had just noticed him because of his movement, like a piece of furniture springing to life. He produced a sheet of parchment with a proclamation written on it, stating the undersigned acknowledged Sigismund as the rightful Ruler of Doma::
You are all free to speak your minds on this matter. All I require is three seals of approval. My esteemed comrades, I leave the fate of Doma in your hands, and implore you, make me her king.
(OOC: Free for all! Have at it!)
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Kaworu
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Post by Kaworu on Sept 15, 2011 4:26:55 GMT -5
Kaworu looked towards Sir Bryant. He was uncertain which way he should lean but knew that this was not his decision to make, as Sir Bryant knew what Lord Leon would want done. He did however let his uncertaintity be known to Sir Bryant.
"Sir, while we oppose the Empire and Sigismund appears to truly care about this Kingdom, do we wish to allow another set of nobles to rise to power with even a slight chance that the nobles may begin mistreating those they believe beneath them?"
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Post by Nu on Sept 15, 2011 21:52:29 GMT -5
Something is strange about him. Astaroth thought as she looked over the parchment. He's defiantly not human, but he's not a demon. What could he be?
Alicia: Before I sign Lord Sigismund, I want to know if Doma will assist the Lindblum Socialist Republic in capturing three certain people if they ever show up in your domain.
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Sigismund
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My kingdom of Doma is very quiet now.
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Post by Sigismund on Sept 15, 2011 22:07:47 GMT -5
::The counts eyes drifted over to Alicia, and the atmoshpere suddenly seemed to center around her, following the Count's gaze wherever it landed::
An intriguing request, but not out of bounds if we are to be allies. But what could an republic such as yourself have to fear from three individuals? Please name these three and I will consider your request.
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Post by Nu on Sept 15, 2011 22:17:16 GMT -5
"The first two are former LPA members, Oliver Fray Tripp & Iole Blakeney. They were once members of the LPA, but it was discovered they were infact working for the former regent behind the scenes. They fled after the regent had fallen before we could question them on the extent of their involvement. The third is named Kerion, a mercenary hired by the Lindblum Police Department. He's not only wanted for war crimes in connection with the Lindblum Civil War, but also for the assassination of Alexandria's deceased queen."
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Sigismund
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My kingdom of Doma is very quiet now.
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Post by Sigismund on Sept 15, 2011 22:23:15 GMT -5
Granted. As Doma's King I intend to show myself as a man who is loyal to his comrades. Their enemies are my enemies, and I do not tolerate war criminals. place your seal on the parchment offering me your support and it shall be as you say.
::Alicia coyly flashed Iole a smile as though she had just won a contest before taking producing a small ring with the seal of the Lindblum People's Republic, and a small amount of wax. She took no small amount of satisfaction being given a quill and some wax by Kamikaze, continuing to play the lowly servant and playing it off like they didn't know each other. With the wax melted next to her signature, the demoness brazenly signed away the resources and support of the city-state of Lindblum with the stamp of its seal. The Count smiled::
Excellent. That's one. Are there any other takers?
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Post by Vincent on Sept 16, 2011 1:23:41 GMT -5
Vincent eyed Alicia coldly, as did Nahla, now he knew where he had seen her before. That night in Lindblum, near the end of the war. She was one of the IA goons that attacked Oliver and company at the airdocks. What does she hope to gain by enlisting a foreign power in extradition of 'criminals'. And more so, with all three of them there - they were dancing on a razors edge. He whispered to Nahla to keep the weapons close in case things turned south.
"Count, I thank you for your gracious hosting, but as the last of the Gestahlian Empire line I'm afraid I cannot put my signature to that. No offense, but for my own sake and well being I choose not to show favoritism or possible allegiance with any faction when the region is on the cusp of war. I beg pardon, but I'll be abstaining. Great sherry by the way."
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 16, 2011 1:57:39 GMT -5
::The Count was slow to respond, as though he had been pointedly insulted, but was not about to stoop to making a comeback. He raised his glass to Vincent:: Sigismund: Understood Captain. Your position is difficult. I would ask you to take some time to think it over of course. ::Bryant leaned slightly to Kaworu so as not to be noticed:: Sir Bryant: Our orders are clear. Even if we had any desire, we don't have the authority to sign loyalty for the entire Regime. We'd have to present this to Lord Leon first. Right? ::The way his companion said it however made it very clear to Kaworu that it wasn't a question. Lord Leon had no intention of lending support, but they were not to let that on to the Count by any means:: ::A hushed murmuring fell over the gathering, consulting one with another on the matter. But their attention was suddenly called to the sound of clapping. From off to the side, Guinevere clapped her hands together lightly in applause:: A beautiful speech your excellency. Your point was as klear as the edge of a knife. ::The Count turned warily to her, pushing the proclamation in her direction next, like an opponent would slide a chess piece across a board:: Sigismund: Does that mean I may count on your support as well Sorceress? Oh I agree kompletely that the Kingdom of Doma deserves the glorious rebirth you have proposed. And I am the first to admit that the Empire's treatment has been... less than fair. ::She paused as though to consider her words, and flashed a grin at Lord Noel who had been seething at the table the entire time:: Indeed, it is in need of a leader who kan guide it with grace and wisdom into this new Gaia that has begun its transformation. However, are we so sure this leader is you? ::Despite the gentlemanly bearing and commanding presence he had displayed thus far, the Count's hand balled into a fist over the arm of his chair:: Sigismund: I should think that would be obvious. Aside from the efforts I have made on her people's behalf, I am the last surviving member of Doma's old nobility. Are you so sure? ::Another murmur passed through the guests at the table. The Count remained frozen:: Sigismund: Of course. Nearly the entire court was wiped out by the Empire's initial dishonorable poisoning of our water supply. That didn't answer my question. You survived that purge bekause you were not present at the siege. Now in that light, are you certain you are the only surviving nobility of Doma? ::The Count's eyes narrowed at her:: Sigismund: Many of us are aware of your rather successful past career in Deling City's Theaterhouse. But perhaps you should stop leading us on with your theatrics Sorceress and tell us what it is you wish to say. I doubt someone of your intelligence would ask such a question pointlessly. Are you saying you're aware of one who could surpass my Countship? I see your Kountship, your Eminence, and raise you one royalty. ::Yet again whispers and muttering swirled around the table, far louder this time at the Witch's bold claim. The Sorceress lowered her voice so only the Count could hear her:: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgBidyf5QQ0I'm sorry my dear, but you have forced my hand to make an early Queen move. ::Then she addressed all that were present:: I will admit that my purpose for koming here tonight was different from the one that I had played, but I believe you will forgive the ruse since diskretion in this matter was kalled for. The Heir to Doma's throne, is sitting at this table. ::The eyes of all the dignitaries shifted from one to another, some in confusion, others in suspicion. But the Count's eyes were burned onto Gwen. She continued as though she didn't notice:: Tonight, she enchanted you with her musical talent at the earlier festivities. But allow me to formally introduce you to my guest. My Lords, my Ladies, ::She raised one bone white finger slowly, poised to point out:: May I introduce Princess, Iole, Ovidia, Blakeney, la Doma.
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Post by Iole on Sept 16, 2011 2:04:36 GMT -5
::Iole's world started to spin for a moment as the smile in Gwen's hazel eyes centered on her behind the stark white finger she was pointing at her. Suddenly the Witch's behavior, the looks she had given her, the steps she had taken, the way she had held back when she had explained her intentions in coming to the ball and dragging them all into this twisted web with her, it all became clear. She was Gwen's Queen piece.::
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August Krasnow
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"Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici."
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Post by August Krasnow on Sept 16, 2011 4:10:26 GMT -5
August looked bored by the news and nonchalantly sipped his wine, watching the spectacle of fools and players unfold like a play before an audience of one - strictly there for his amusement. He pondered, just briefly, what was keeping Lillith and Kenny. Certainly they would just die to hear this revelation. He sipped.
"Fascinating revelation, who ever would of guessed that one? Waiter, more wine." He raised his glass just high enough for a pour, it dangling lightly between his fingers - waiting.
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Sigismund
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My kingdom of Doma is very quiet now.
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Post by Sigismund on Sept 16, 2011 17:31:19 GMT -5
::Sigismund's face bore no reaction. No open hostility, but no joyous welcome for the long lost heir either::
Iole Blakeney did you say?
::He turned his eyes on Iole, letting their full weight bear down on her::
Is that your name?
::Iole swallowed, but she kept her voice steady, not wanting to show a weak resolve, no matter how the turn of events had surprised her::
Iole: Yes My Lord.
And do you answer to the title Sorceress Guinevere just addressed you with.
::Still, she didn't want to let on her surprise, so she answered with a half truth that would keep him guessing::
Iole: No one's really called me that before.
Really? That's interesting. So tell me, do you answer to another title? Witch's Surrogate?
::Iole could hear the needle whistle through the air as it made its way for her from the shadowy corner where Kamikaze had thrown it. She barely had time to process that it was aimed at the top of her spinal cord at the nape of her neck, and it was flying fast enough to penetrate the soft cushioned back of her high-backed chair. That didn't give her enough time to move. So she was caught off-guard when her chair was suddenly thrown to the side, sliding on its legs out of harm's way. Getting herself together in the midst of the dizzying whirl she had just passed through, she turned over her shoulder to see the golden eyed young man who had been her dance partner, standing where she had just been a split second earlier. The senbon neelde was held between his fingers. With a flick of the wrist he threw it back at the assassin who had thrown it. The Count didn't skip a beat, snapping his fingers and gesturing to the shadows::
Sieze her. Take the Witch as well.
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Post by Vincent on Sept 16, 2011 19:15:51 GMT -5
When the trap was sprung, Nahla reacted as she had always trained herself too. With two quick slips of her hands, she brings froth two pistols and a knife. She throws one pistol to Vincent, who jumps upon the table and aims the weapon directly at Sigisumd.
"Can't let you do that, Count." Vincent exclaimed. Nahla kicked over her chair and took aim at Kamikaze hiding in the shadows. "Now, I'm not some fancy Count, but seems a bit rude to suddenly start arresting your guests over titles. How about you say you let us go and nothing has to blow up - cause in about five seconds, something is probably going to blow up."
"Nicely put, Captain." Nahla retorted, her eyes watching the crowds like a hawk and never straying far from the shadows of Kamikaze.
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Post by Oliver on Sept 16, 2011 19:25:18 GMT -5
Oliver came out from the back to hear the commotion, he was nearly struck dumb by the revelation that Iole was some heir to Doma. He never knew, he never could of guessed, and more so why hadn't she mentioned to him that she was, herself, one of these bluebloods. A wave of conflict swept over him as he tried to piece it together. He let the tray he carried fall to the way side as he made his move.
Sigismund call to seize Iole was his cue to act, and so he did, the best way he knew how in a situation like this that has gone remarkably sour since they arrived. Using his uniform as a disguise as his actions - just the helping running for their life, he snaked his way between the pandemonium till he was within spitting distance of Sigismund. He slipped behind a banister drape, then rushed the Count, planting himself around his neck with one arm - and a detonator in the other.
"I'ma bomb..." He whispered to the count, and the man could easily feel something strange attached to a vest under the waiter's shirt. "I'm a bomb! Ye a'l bac' off an 'et t'e girl and witc' go, an' t'e Count doesn't end up a lil' pink c'oud." He flashed the detonator to the crowd, his thumb dancing lightly over a little black button.
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Sigismund
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My kingdom of Doma is very quiet now.
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Post by Sigismund on Sept 16, 2011 20:04:51 GMT -5
::The guests colloectively gasped and shrieked at the sudden turn of events. Having experience in this field for so long, Oliver was used to this kind of thing, and his heightened senses had always allowed him a keen perspective on those he attacked and subdued; the blood pounding through them as their heart-rate quickened, and the sudden claminess of their skin as fear enduced adrenaline washed over them. That's why he began to sweat when he sensed that the Count's heart rate remained as steady as a bass drum::
Oliver Tipp I take it. Should have known you wouldn't be far behind. Interesting company you keep these days Witch of Webs. Or perhaps, for you, not interesting at all.
::Oliver felt the vice-like grip of the Count's hand clamp around his arm just before he flew through the air, thrown over Sigismund's shoulder. He crashed with force into the opposite wall where a pair of stationary full suits of armor were set. The resonant clang rang loudly in his ears, making the sudden pain in his head all the worse. As he made an attempt to collect himself, he became aware that he was missing something::
Is this what you're looking for.
::As calm as a crystal river, the Count held the stolen detonator in his hand. With a snap of his fingers, a troop of masked black clad Wutai retainers appeared from nowhere, Kamikaze and another on either side of the Count::
Shizuka, dispose of this and clear our guests to safety. Kamikaze, deal with the rabble.
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Gideon Lightfeather
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No matter what world I am on, one thing is always the same; What is good, and what is evil.
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Post by Gideon Lightfeather on Sept 16, 2011 20:45:26 GMT -5
::As the Wutai began to close in, Shizuka's group began to clear out the guests. In order to maintain her current position Alicia allowed herself to be led away. But that didn't stop her from flashing Oliver and the others a blood red smile and a casual wave before she was led away. Gideon stood near Vincent and Nahla, drawing his dagger and taking a position in front of them::
We thank you for your hospitality Count, but I'm afraid we'd better be going, wouldn't you say Captain? Gwen?
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 16, 2011 21:25:15 GMT -5
I believe we've worn out our welkome, perhaps we should take our leave.
::Gwen kept her legs crossed in her ladylike manner even as two Wutai rushed to take hold of her. However, once they laid their hands on her, they fell to the ground as though they had just been struck in the back of the head, the strength drained from their limbs, She raised her hand as she got up from her seat, waving it over the gathering, preparing a spell when Kamikaze dove into the fray::
Kamikaze: Shadow sewing technique.
::His kunai flew like a dart, and the sorceress' shadow was the bulls-eye. Gwen froze suddenly unable to move as two more Wutai moved for her::
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Post by Iole on Sept 16, 2011 22:09:14 GMT -5
::Iole overturned her chair in her flight to reach Oliver. She took his head in both her hands, peeling his good eye open to look into it::
Ollie! Are you alright?
::She didn't have much time to survey the damage however because the Wutai began closing in on the two of them. With her love still pulling himself together, she took a stand in front of him and transformed her arms into her claws, holding them out in a fighting stance. For the first time, a look of surprise struck the Count's face when he saw her change and whispered::
Sigismund: Impossible. So the stories are true.
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Post by Oliver on Sept 16, 2011 22:43:51 GMT -5
Oliver opened his one good eye, though he appeared dazed, he jumped up and embraced Iole. He turned her around and shoot her a cocky little wink, then grabbed her and pulled her close.
"Gotcha."
Suddenly, from near the Count a terrible, horribly loud bang erupted coupled with a brilliant blinding flash. This was followed by a hissing sound and a cloud of smoke billowed into the room, obscuring everything in the hall. He flipped around, with Iole in his grasp and took off on the heels of the chocking cloud, aiming for the service exit through the nearby the kitchen.
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Post by Kerion on Sept 17, 2011 0:13:27 GMT -5
::As the two came for Gwen, Kerion decided enough to hell with it and jumped into the fray, catching the two nearing Gwen off guard, knocking one into the ground and sending the other crashing into a wall. He noticed what was keeping Gwen in place, but quickly dodged as Kamikaze launched another senbon, rolling forward so it would miss. As he rolled forward, he grabbed the senbon holding Gwen in place and pulled it free. As he landed back on his feet, he quickly turned and threw the needle back at its owner, missing a centimeter. Though he didn't see the blast, it nearly deafen him before he realized that was their cue and grabbed Gwen and fallowed after Oliver::
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Post by Iole on Sept 17, 2011 1:12:13 GMT -5
::Iole coughed as Oliver pulled her along with Kerion and Gwen trailing behind them, Gwen still slightly dazed from having been paralyzed. As Kerion pulled her, she leaned with one hand on his shoulder. Gideon along with Vincent and Nahla were close behind, Gideon taking up the rear, deflecting more shurikens with his dagger. Once they were clear of where Oliver's first blast had gone off, Gwen called to Iole::
Gwen: Iole breathe! Blast the entire korridor, trust me!
::Iole stopped just long enough to inhale and breathe a jet of flames from one end of the hall to the other. It would have engulfed the entire party if Gwen hadn't redirected it with her hand, curving the flames around them. The Wutai who had followed into the hall were set ablaze rolling on the ground to extinguish the flames while those who had lagged behind were completely cut off. They kept running and Iole turned to Oliver who was still leading them::
Do you have a plan for getting us out?
::Their flight was so fast that they nearly knocked a newcomer over as they rounded a corner. But the other blocking them was enough of a shock to stop Iole cold as he stared back at them with his golden eyes::
Stefan: This way. Quickly
::He reached for one of the stone gargoyles mounted on the wall and yanked on the tongue hanging from its wide open maw. There was a low rumble on the other side of the wall before he pulled one of the hanging tapestries aside. A wide opening the size of a large window led to a hidden corridor with stone steps that led elsewhere::
Stefan: Sorceress, are you able to glamor?
::Gwen only nodded::
Stefan: Then make this wall appear undisturbed after we pass through. Now follow me if you want to make it out of this castle alive.
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