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| Markhatesorange | Jul 6 2005, 05:34 PM Post #1 |
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The throne room in the grand Castilla Capital, resting on a large hill overlooking the entirety of Madrid, was filled to the brim with people from all over Spain, and there were even others from all around the world: some regular people, others just plain press from various countries such as the United States, Canada, France, Portugal, Great Britain, China, and even a few Russians, despite the current state of Russia, they still had press, of course. It seemed like so many people were there. When the King of Spain stood up, the whole room fell silent as they awaited to hear his words. "People of my kingdom and of other lands, hear my words. My dear wife, the Queen, and I have been trying to produce an heir for the Spainish throne, but all of our attempts have been in vain, as unfortunately, neither of us are in well enough health to produce an offspring ourselves. Therefore, my advisors charted out and searched for the next in the bloodline." The king's body was certainly that of your everday king: a bit on the pudgy side from too much lazing on the throne and not enough exercise. His queen was no better: her flowing blond hair may have been beautifully styled, hanging all the way down her back, but nothing, not even her gurdle, could hide some of the fat that she was carrying around. There was a price for most royals, though some kept their bodies in good shape, and surprisingly, it was those royals who made the best rulers. The king noticed that his golden crown, encrusted with the finest rubies and sapphires that could be purchased, since none of these jewels could be mined on Spanish land, was perched a little haywire, but it was horrible manners for a royal to lay hand on their crown while making a presentation. Instead, he gently, and unnoticeably, twitched his head to the left to put the heavy crown back into balance. It was a hard thing to do, after all. That crown was very heavy, weighing probably twenty pounds. The king's commanding voice shot out again, its deepness resonating through the stained glass windows that adorned every wall of the throne room, each depicting some point of Spanish history: the many wars with the French and Portugese, the few wars with the English, Isabella giving Columbus the way for his journey, the landing of the Pinta, Nina and Santa Maria on the shores of the New World, and even the dark parts of Spain's history, including the slaughtering of the Arabians, the Inquisition, the destruction of Mayan culture...the Spanish were never people to discriminate by upholding the good times and ignoring the bad...they remembered and exalted both as immortalized lessons. The cobblestone held the stained glass windows from shaking too much as the king's voice continued: "After years of searching for an heir, we found no male heir to the Spanish throne. However, we did find the last surviving female heiress. She is a distant relative but the only surviving person on Earth who's blood contains that of a royal Spaniard. Today, we will introduce you to her." Meanwhile, listening to all that was said, even though it had all been explained to her, Amara looked down, seemingly thinking to herself, with Cyrus by her side as her escort. Both had been dressed in the most exquisite of clothing. Amara was dressed in what would probably be at least ten grand euro if one was to sell her outfit, at face value alone, not to mention what it would be worth with sentimentality. A deep blue dress hung all the way down to the floor, hiding her feet, which were dressed in slippers of a white that would make the purest snow jealous. The top of the dress had two straps over each shoulder, the back even with the front, covering all the way up to and then some, making sure that there was nothing perverted about her clothing. Around her head was a crown made of silver, just a simple band of silver around her head, nothing overly extravagant like the King's tiara. Cyrus was dressed as any escort, with black robes drapping his form, a Spanish rapier in a sheath along his belt on the left side, along with a Spanish dagger in its sheath on the opposite side. The belt was made from the finest leather, and the crest of Spain adorned the back of his robe. It was customary, after all, for males to wear it during important occassions. Suddenly, as the King had finished his speech, a beautiful melody was played by three trumpets: the national anthem of Spain. Amara shrugged and looked to Cyrus. "This is it, Cyrus...it is time for us to step out and do this..." and with those words, they began to march out into the courtroom, processing down the aisle towards the awaiting, smiling King... |
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| _Stylez EX | Jul 6 2005, 10:56 PM Post #2 |
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Most of the crowd watched with anticipation as the walked down the floor. Cameras flashed all over the place, snapping pictures of the two in every angle they could. It was a beautiful event indeed. Two people of the crowd watched, both of them male members of Spain's military. They seemed to be whispering to each other, stating their opinions on some things. One of them was Armillo Vernan, with long black hair, green eyes, and dressed in green garments with a spanish sword and dagger hanging from his side. He was quite young, and had those "pretty boy" looks. The other was his close friend Vincent Garnez, who was wearing red, also with a sword and dagger on his side. Vincent's hair was bald, and his eyes were a dark blueish color. If you looked at him he seemed like he had a ruff childhood, from all of the facial hair on him. Both of them had capes, with the Crest of Spain carefully sewed into it. "So, how much you think they threw away for that dress," Vincent asked, smirking. "Who knows, but the real question is where do you think they found her at?" "Eh, I heard she came from the streets, but, she is kinda cute." They laughed, then got silent, waiting for the rest or the cermony to begin. |
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| Abadon XXX | Jul 7 2005, 01:04 AM Post #3 |
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Cyrus listened to the king intently as his eyes began to study the clothes that he was wearing. They were pretty elegant. Even his Abadon uniform wasn't this finely crafted. He still had his gauntlets on though. He was pretty adamant keeping those two things on. However, he made a compromise and kept the mask of Acheron in the castle. He wasn't going to get it until the ceremony was completed. Looking at Amara, he had a pretty big smile on his face. "I know, this is pretty exciting." That was when they began to walk. Doing this brought back the time when he first became Abadon, when he was presented with the crest. His back was straight and tall as he had a slightly serious look on his face. However, he couldn't help but to smile. He was happy for Amara. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 7 2005, 01:28 AM Post #4 |
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Of all the dignitarys sitting in their seats anxiuosly turning their heads to she the new heir to the throne two women in particular were sitting with their forms staring at the royal family. Occasionaly they glanced from the corners of their eyes but mostly ignored Amara like she was a fly buzzing in front of their faces in hopes it would go away. Both french women, adjusted themselves in their seats and rotating their bony frames towards one another. The youngest in a elegant orange dress pursed her collagen enhanced lips and turned her pointed nose up in disgust when she got a clear view of the heir. 'Shes not very pretty is she?" she said in a shrill domineering voice. "And she looks like some middle class nobody. Just where did they find such a louse to filthy up the throne?" The other woman in a purple gown licked her lower lip and smiled in dark delight. "They say she lived in Japan, in some little hole in the wall, and even more delicious is the rumor floating about that that girl is a meta." The french woman in orange looked like she had been hit by a car. Of all things she hated about this new girl this new scrap of information ranked number one. "Uh, revolting. You know my stance on such people, I think all meta-humans should be locked up for life. A menace as dangerous as their kind is being crowned a royal. I'm so disgusted I could just spit." The two women went on with their rambling as the girl who would be queen marched towards the king. |
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| Markhatesorange | Jul 9 2005, 05:30 PM Post #5 |
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Amara looked around at everybody that she passed as she approached the King and Queen. They were all whispering to themselves...most likely about her. Amara had never been one to care what other people thought about her much, mostly because she had learned, through her experiences in life, that the only opinion that really matters is your own. Most likely, many of them were passing judgment on whether or not she was fit to be the Princess of Andalucia, heiress to the Spanish throne. Ever since the Spanish monarchy had come back into power, it had been watched closely by its neighbors in Europe, most likely in attempts to seize some connection to the new power. Spain was a modest economic power in Europe, producing some of the finest products known world-wide. Huge was its tourism, especially with its meta-human friendly government, ranking it one of the top five countries in the world for tourists. She and Cyrus finally reached the King, and she curtseied before him, nodding to Cyrus to bow, awaiting the rest of the ceremony to begin. |
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| Abadon XXX | Jul 9 2005, 11:12 PM Post #6 |
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Cyrus heard some of the voices as he walked with his friend. Much is because of his eyes. They weren't really normal, not even by meta human standards. But he really didn't care. He just shrugged it off as he looked at the king. It wasn't the first time that he saw a high political official. His family spoke to a lot of people like that. He bowed to the king and then bowed to Amara. He was really psyched about the ceremony, but he didn't really show it. At least on his face. His eyes gave him away as he looked around the area. |
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| Willhelm the Werewolf | Jul 10 2005, 02:37 AM Post #7 |
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On the other hand there were also a few other royals here. Non-Spanish ones, and it was even rumored that the Queen was here with a few of the grandsons, but this was neither Harry nor William. Though he was related to them of course, something like second-cousins or something. He was just a little behind the French ladies, but all in all he kept to himself. The girl was drop dead gorgeous, and the dress looked fantastic on her. If the event wasn't so formal he would have whistled; he was like that. Though the thought did occur to him. This girl needs to produce an heir to the throne, and thus needs a King. A thought struck him. Perhaps he could be that king. He would run it passed his parents, and the thirteen your old looked around for a place to get a better look. |
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| Markhatesorange | Jul 11 2005, 09:17 PM Post #8 |
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Amara continued to be in a respectful pose, noticing that all was silent the moment she had curtsied. The room was hushed, instead of the dull whisper it was in before. A whisper may not be loud, but hundreds of whispers create a dull noise for all to hear. Incomprehensible, but a noise nonetheless, of people chatting about nothing in particular, but this time, she was the center of the gossip. She still didn't much care about it all. That was a rather odd feeling...still, she continued to wait for the King to make his speech. ((OOC - Abadon is now in control of the King of Spain. Control of the Queen of Spain is still mine.)) |
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| Abadon XXX | Jul 13 2005, 01:08 AM Post #9 |
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"In times like these, we have seen many dark times." The king's voice was strong as he looked around at the various stained glass drawings of Spain's past. "But these are the times that which we must draw upon deep within ourselves to live our lives." His fell to Amara as he smiled at her gently. "Though we may not all look the same, we are connected by one defining trait: blood. And though blood may connect us, it is how we live our lives that defines who we are today. That is why we are here." Cyrus turned to look at his friend and smiled before keeping his eyes on the king and queen. This definitely felt right. |
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| Markhatesorange | Jul 14 2005, 11:17 PM Post #10 |
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The Queen approached as well, but kept silent. It wasn't customary for the Queen to speak at many functions, especially when the King was so beaming with pride that he wanted to be the center of attention. And the Queen enjoyed seeing her husband so happy...after the past few years, he'd grown depressed about not producing an heir. But this event now made him happier than she'd ever seen him in her life. And that alone was enough to make her happy about the event...even though she knew there were those in the audience who didn't approve of where she came from, or what she was...only she knew that this girl had the ability to control the elements... |
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| Abadon XXX | Jul 15 2005, 12:29 AM Post #11 |
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The king continued to smile as he held a crown. He placed it carefully onto Amara's head as Cyrus turned to look at her. Though he didn't show it, he was cheering the girl on. When the crown had finally been placed on without the risk of falling off, he looked at the crowd "Allow me to introduce to you, Amara Skyia, princess of Andalucia." Cyrus had finally began to clap happily for his friend. He was pretty much proud that she was going to be a queen now. |
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| Relen | Jul 15 2005, 08:38 PM Post #12 |
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Aside from your usual dignitaries, press, and other such seemingly important people, there were more types that had important business here. Such as one Eli Bladesong; and for those who knew him, they'd know he was slowly becoming a player on the political field. Already a Prince-Emperor, and slowly planning to expand that reign, Eli was here to scope out what was going on in Spain - and he did it quite adroitly. He knew of Amara. Of course - any who had been at AHS for as long as he had would know enough. She was legendary for her bending elements ability, something he found rather intriguing. The ability to control elements using internal and external energies, based around order and chaos, was an extremely interesting field. Sure, his own Alchemy was interesting, but this was something else. If this power was all it was cracked up tio be, who knows how powerful she could have been? It was one of those Pandora's Box questions. Wonder about it, don't experiment. So he sat there, towards the very back, but monitoring the situation with all the precision of the blood he bore. Over his head was a hi-tech headset, with two earphones, a pair of eye pieces to record and the microphone. And of all things, it was plugged into his arm. The relacement arm was essentially real, except for all the things it did that proved it wasn't real - such as housing an AI, which was currently recording this proceeding and anything Eli said. Quite a handy function, when one considers the kinds of things they could do. "So, frankly, Ultima; Andalucia is small compared to the Empire, and is not one we will invade. Princess Skyia is a good person. She'd make a much better ally than anything, and we'll keep it that way, especially if Operation Chaos goes ahead as planned and succeeds. We must annex our territory soon. Regardless, Skyia is on the Green-A list." "Incoming transmission from Platform X1-A." a gentle voice whispered into Eli's ear. "This is Prince-Emperor Archaon. What is it, General Khasis?" "My Lord, all garrisons are ready for Phase One of Operation Chaos. Shall we deploy?" "Negative - hold. General, I'm closing the transmission. I'm doing many important matters concerning Chaos. I am not ready. Archaon out." The boy folded his arms, still recording everything going on, relatively un-noticed. Chaos was ready on the military scale. But as for intel...it was incomplete. And events such as these were what was needed to complete it. Eagle eyes watched the proceedings silently... |
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| Markhatesorange | Jul 15 2005, 10:01 PM Post #13 |
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Amara felt the crown upon her head. It wasn't too heavy, not like the King's at all, which was quite fortunate...she had no idea how the King kept it balanced upon his head. The applause in the room, starting with Cyrus, now began to grow, from those who were glad to have her as their future Queen clapping quite loudly and enthusiastically, and those more unaccepting of her simply applauded their fingers on the other palm, in a rather prissy manner, making sure their disapproval of this ceremony was well-known. She turned to acknowledge the applause, curtsying as she nodded to Cyrus, who nodded back as the two began to head out of the room, passing by all... |
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| Relen | Jul 16 2005, 02:41 AM Post #14 |
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Eli clapped with the rest; but his was a proper, honest and full clapping, which turned a number of heads and brought some unwanted stares of fear. And then, he noticed she was walking past. Immediately, Eli removed the headpiece, holding it in his left arm as a sign of respect. As she was passing him, he held out a hand, in a signal attempt to stop her. There was much he needed to say. "Princess Amara Skyia. Congratulations; you must be proud of yourself. Your exploits back at AHS are legendary, Your Highness. As for myself...I'm known, in some circles. I came to offer you a warning." His tone was businesslike. And if she paid attention to the AHS goings-on, she may have recognised his face, sans the fox ears. He bowed, as was Japanese custom much like he was, and offered what was common courtesy back in the Makai - a simple polished gemstone with the Blade Empire's logo upon it. It was a lightweight but exceedingly beautiful cut emerald. "Very soon, a horde of demons will come and begin invading countries. Thankfully, I know exactly where they will strike. And it is not here - I came here to tell you that, for they will seem like they're after world domination. The world will fear them, and their ruthless leader." He bowed once more. "Farewell, Amara Skyia, and may our paths cross again one day." Eli said, walking directly past Amara, slowly making his way out, incase she wished to say anything. |
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| Markhatesorange | Jul 19 2005, 04:35 PM Post #15 |
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Amara showed Eli the usual pleasentries and dignity by listening to him and returning his bow with a polite, deep curtsy. His words shocked her... but then again, at this day in age, anything like that could happen. What especially shocked her was how he had complimented her...was she really that well known back at Anime High? She didn't really think she was, but she could've been. The elementals had even once asked her if she would reveal how she controlled the elements, but she had refused. It was impossible to explain. She waved down Eli. "All right, then, if your words are true, what of Spain itself? Can you ensure the safety of my own country?" |
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| Relen | Jul 21 2005, 05:46 AM Post #16 |
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"Miss Skyia, I can assure you, they refuse to go near anywhere that may endanger their chances of success. Archaon, as the leader is named, has done his research. He knows of this ceremony. He knows a lot - he won't go near anywhere where you could bring down your flaming sword of retribution, as it were - meaning Spain would be quite safe. He considers your abilities to be intriguing, above almost all others at AHS." There was the undoubtably unavoidable question of 'How do you know so much?'. Why not just answer it now? "And before you ask, Miss Skyia, I know this because I once worked under Archaon, got what I could, and left. He trusted me implicitly." Now, thankfully, none here could read minds. Otherwise, they'd know his secret - he was Archaon. But there was no reason for them to know about this. "Also, Miss Skyia...Should you ever need help, of absolutely any kind...I'm there. You'll find me; I know how resourceful you can be." |
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| Markhatesorange | Jul 21 2005, 08:56 PM Post #17 |
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Amara smiled. She was already making international steps towards...something. At least it was some sort of relationship with another political figure. She had to stop when she thought of that, because it was kind of overwhelming...she'd always thought about political figures as them, but now, it included her...she actually had a say. While she was organizing her thoughts about this, the King again cleared his throat. "I have another announcement to make. Our neighboring kingdoms have sometimes not gotten along well with us. However, in light of what appears to be happening in the world, we wish to unify with our brothers to the west, the Kingdom of Portugal. To sanctify this union, dear Princess, would you give your hand to Prince Markos Daren of Portugal, to unify our two great countries into one Empire that will hold fast against those who disrespect our way of life?" The King smiled, while the Queen looked a little distraught by the going-ons. Her face revealed a look of puzzlement. What was the King up to this time? It was SHE who had found Amara, and she arrainged the coronation...but to use the coronation for this? A small scowl furrowed on her brow, but the new Princess retained her cool. "I cannot marry him, for I am already in love with another." The King seemed upset and troubled by this announcement. "In love? But what of your love for your country?" "I do love Spain, your majesty. But Spain and Portugal can remain strong allies without the use of such an ancient technique as betrothement to secure their alliances. We have never been to war with our western neighbors. Now, our eastern neighbors..." at this, the two plump French women's eyes opened widely. "That's a different story. But alone, as we are Spaniards, triumphed over them easily every time." Two sounds of discontent could be heard coming from the French lasses. The King whispered something to his guardsman while Amara made her speech. It couldn't quite be heard because it was said so low, but the guard seemed a little astonished, but went off to persue whatever orders he'd been given. |
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| Relen | Jul 22 2005, 05:08 AM Post #18 |
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"Attend, Your Highness, and listen to one who has travelled the multiverse, and gained wisdom beyond any an ordinary human can dream of." Eli walked halfway down the aisle, back towards the Monarch, and gazed at the Queen. Should she have caught said gaze, she'd understand immediately what it said - 'I will not let him harm her. Whatever he has planned, it will NOT happen, I promise you.' "You will not make Princess Amara marry the Prince of Portugal. Alliance by betrothment went out a very long time ago; I myself have witnessed it outlawed in a number of kingdoms. Are you so blind as to repeal the freedom of choice to royalty? Free will is a basic right of Humanity. Do not deny her." And then, shoudl the King have looked, he would have seen the deathglare that he was throwing, that essentially said "Let her be or I rip your heart out through your throat". Well, yeah, he could do that. "Amara is a strong-willed young woman. Are you doing this because you don't trust her choice of who she marries, and thusly would be a part of the throne? Amara's decision-making skills are excellent, else, she wouldn't be here, I assure you. She's faced the possiblity of death numerous times, as have I." He was going to use allusions as much as he could. If it were revealed she were a Meta, there would be an uproar and panic. But it was clear he wasn't human - the fox ears and tail, almost black skin, claws and crimson eyes gave it away. "Let me recite something to you. All of you assembled here should listen. It was written by my Grandfather." And with you, Grandfather, may our souls be guided. "As Life passes, one must make choices. And one in a position of power needs to make more choices that affect more people. This, my Grandson, is something you need to understand. There are three Values you should never destroy - Free Will, Freedom, and Safety. If you infringe on any of these at any time, you are unfit to rule." Eli did not speak after that. |
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| Markhatesorange | Jul 22 2005, 04:32 PM Post #19 |
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Despite the wise prose given by Eli in defense of the new Princess, the King was still adamant. He was an unmoving man...a man who despised being taught back to. "Amara, you will marry the Prince of Portugal, or else..." "Or else what?" came the highly disgusted reply. The Queen actually smiled. This girl was very strong willed. "Or else you will suffer the consequences." "Is that a threat?" "No, it is a promise." "Then here is a promise for you. I am very familiar with Spanish politics and how this system works. And I know that the people of the territory of Andalucia are very fond of me." "What, are you going to resign your crown?" the King scoffed. "No, not resign...but instead, I hereby declare the territory of Andalucia as independent of the kingdom of Spain until you agree that I can marry whomever I choose." "This is treason," the King called out for his guards, who quickly surrounded the Princess. The Queen rose. "Princess, you have your own guard as well. They are loyal to you..." "...and only me. I am aware, your highness." Amara smiled. The Queen was on her side. The King could only see the benefits of combining kingdoms and none of the pitfalls. He hadn't even thought it outright, using betrothement to combine them. "And also...I might like to add, your majesty," she directed this toward the King, "that I am the only living heiress to the throne. So it would be wise to let me go." The King scowled. He'd definitely gotten more than he bargained for. "Very well. Guards, let her go." "Sir?" "I SAID LET HER GO!" And with that, Amara nodded towards both Eli and Cyrus, and the three headed out of the palace, towards somewhere...eventually towards Andalucia, so that Amara could arrainge the confederacy, although probably temporary, it still needed organization... |
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