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Post by alexander on Jun 14, 2012 9:46:57 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Visit.
You do have quite a lot you need to do. [/center] After the incident with Jack, things had changed a bit.
Namely, Alex started worrying about a paradox.
Now that he thought about it, he could take from Jack's visit to Prospit that he was not the sharpest tool in the shed. He had the sharpest tool in the shed for a weapon, but not a mental weapon. Alex figured that if he left Jack to his own devices on Prospit, he would probably get himself killed or imprisoned or otherwise incapacitated, which would prevent him from wrecking the trolls' session, thus causing a paradox and getting everyone involved killed. This was a problem that he had to make sure didn't come up at all costs.
Naturally, this meant he had to save Jack's ass.
So he had made his way all the way to the palace, and requested an audience with the Queen. He wasn't like most people, barging in to state their business. Not to mention that he had made it clear he wanted a private audience. Honestly, talking about time things were always really sensitive. He didn't want anymore people hearing about this sort of thing than he was planning to tell. He figured that the Queen however, wasn't a gossip, so he had little to worry about, he hoped.
For now, he just waited outside the throne room. On one of the chairs. Other prospitians sat outside as well. Unfortunately, they would have to wait. He didn't like interrupting their business, but this was sort of important.
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Post by whitequeen on Jun 15, 2012 17:20:19 GMT -6
==> WQ: Accept Prince.
You are a kindly Queen, and it upsets you to push your subjects to the side, but you know that the Prince of Space would not request an audience without good reason. You soothe the waiting Prospitians with a few words, and beckon the Prince forward so that you may enter your chambers for a more private conference.
You feel the weight of your ring in the pocket of your gown. It becomes heavy, sometimes. Almost too heavy to bear.
But you are a strong Queen. You can bear it. You must. WQ: Welcome, Prince of Space.
WQ: It is lovely to meet with you again.
WQ: What brings this pleasure, Prince? [/center] |
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Post by alexander on Jun 15, 2012 18:07:07 GMT -6
==> ZA: Explain.
You know that you need to make sure the White Queen knows what's going on, and to make sure that it still happens. However, in order to do this, you need a scope on how much she already knows. That way you won't bore her with explanations of things that she might already know, which might make this more difficult, and you don't want that, now do you? [/center] ALEX: Thank you for the quick response, my queen.
ALEX: I'm afraid things may be a bit more complicated than first believed.
ALEX: Before I go into detail though.
ALEX: How much do you know about the nature of Prospit and Derse?
ALEX: And Time Paradoxes?
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Post by Bree LaVonne on Jun 18, 2012 5:32:54 GMT -6
==>: DD: Work Your Diplomacy.
Fix what your raging friend has done. [/center] There were kids entering the game at an alarming rate. It seemed as though their awakening was being rather aggravated. Specifically, it seemed as though they were being guided. Derringer knew not what the other world was like- he had only heard myths of it since his birth, a world of desolation and ruin that they would inevitably find themselves on. It was the way of Skaia, and whatever color their carapace, they were to follow it. The dark carapace moved through Prospit, his diamond badge shining on his chest- he was the diplomat. His place in every world was a stable one, and now he was here to discover what Jack was doing. Derringer always cleaned up the angry spade's little messes. He just seemed to have a naturally calming quality about him. Smooth, one would say.
The antechamber was full of business- Prospitians seemed to be waiting in line for some issues or another. The guards leered warily at him, although they always remembered his face. Nobody ever forgot Derringer, he was oh so recognizable as the leading ladykiller around. A job well done garnered respect, after all. And the Prospitian women were so pearlescent he just couldn't help himself at times. Oh my, he met a Messenger once that had a lustrous carapace- ahem- that aside, now he was to meet the most beautiful of all the women. The Queen was his target audience- he was to tell her of the Kid process, seeing as when they began entering, the race for Skaia would begin. Already imps were being pumped out of The Veil at an alarming rate by Skaia's invisible timers, appearifying here and there, and it was Derringer's job to keep in contact with both sides as their Kings rallied the troups. They also had a diplomat, but Derringer was efficient enough to cover both sides.
He stood outside of the doors, straightening his tie, waiting- she seemed to be quite busy as of now, from what he had heard. One of the children had awoken- it seemed that the cogs of the Medium were already in motion. The doors eased open and the tall, handsome carapace made his way towards the queen, his hand crossed in front of him in a professional manner. He closed the door with a slide of his heel and made his way silently forward, where a child spoke to her. Without interrupting, he bowed to her, expecting that she would finish the conversation before sliding her eyes to him. He awaited an opening and started-
DERRINGER: Your Royal Prospitian Highness, I apologize for the interruption but I've gained some important information and revelations.
DERRINGER: Something has aggravated the Medium's time progression and I am here of the Dersite Highness' orders-
DERRINGER: While it is not bad news, it is not good either; we are here to collect Noir, our archagent if he is here, and to ask of the Dreamers' states.
DERRINGER: In fair understanding of Skaia's rules, we humbly wish to make sure you have at least one Dreamer awoken before they begin their ascent from past The Veil.
DERRINGER: While I myself hold no grounds in war as a diplomat, my Queen wishes to inform you that we have one Dreamer who has entered and if your Dreamers are starting to awaken, the troops will be put en-route.
Being the messenger was hard at times. Derringer often felt that perhaps he was unwanted in the golden planet, but also felt as though they required him. After all, he was a Dersite. His eyes slid to the child- a quick analysis told him almost nothing. It was just another Dreamer, he couldn't remember which. But it wasn't one of their Dreamers, so it told the diplomat that Prospit at least had one awake. His Queen would appreciate that information... If he decided to give it to her. Part of being a diplomat was knowing when to speak and when not to. It was his job to keep the playing field fair and he knew for a fact that Dersites tended to play dark. So he would play dark as well and make sure that they didn't pull a trick hand. He was the ace of diamonds and he had quite a few other aces hidden up his sleeve. Pulling the strings was all too easy.
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