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To Turkey"Denmark?" Asked Jaspert, "Why Denmark?!"
"Frederick is expecting me there." Sophie gulped. "And likely for the reason you think."
Speechless, Jaspert looked towards two of their companions - both the Slovene and the Turk - and received only a shrug from Kunsel. Sarae, on the other hand, had other things to worry about.
While Jaspert continued to argue with Sophie, prompting Argyle and Kaiser to flee, Evike anxiously awaits her parents' arrival. Her hands twitching every now and then behind her, short of breath, and she can almost feel her heart trying to burst out of its rib-cage. At one point Sophie noticed the anxious twitching as they saw bruins heading their way. Sophie turned back to her brother, "I'll tell you more later, Jaspert. Right now we have a duke to greet." She says, to which Jaspert sighed as he too began to anxiously wait.
They were close too; three armoured bears traversing the path of pebbles and gravel. One bear carried the czar, who greeted the Hungarians personal
SOME COLD, HARD, RUSSIAN popsiclesAdela ran through the halls of the ship in search of Sophie upon request of some unknown Dane. Edvin, she recalled the man's name as she continued her search for the princess. Shortly after, she found her hand turning the knob to the rookery, and sure enough he finds the Russian prince mounted on by a dozen strafing hawks, Sophie laughed nearby. Dmitri's uniform hangs on a hook, safe from the clart and dirt of the inner rookery, leaving him with a loose shirt and his trousers.
"Ma'am." Adela called in an exhausted huff.
Sophie turned to meet Adela, "Aye? What is it?"
"Someone's here for you. Asked if he could talk regarding some sort of proposal."
Curious as to who it may be, Sophie exchanged looks with Dmitri. Neither one of them had a clue on who it might be and what sort of business they intend to settle with the princess. "Did they tell you who they are?"
"Edvin of Denmark, ma'am. Didn't look like a prince though. Perhaps a representative? or Adviser?"
"Edvin?" repeated both
Let's face it, Ivan."Felicia, you can't possibly be serious!" Cried the duke.
"I am serious!" She answers back, her voice as demanding and fierce as the duke's. "And there's nothing you can say that will convince me otherwise."
Ivan leaned back in disbelief, doubtful of his wife's sanity. "But to live in Russia? For an entire year?!" But he can still consider that, perhaps, her maternal instincts are kicking in again.
"The closest I can be to my only daughter, Ivan."
"Szelerem, she's 17 years old..." Ivan reasoned. "She's no longer a toddler that you have to spoon feed every few hours!"
Felicia groaned, placing her forehead on her hand as she leaned forward on the table separating them. "I just.." She sighed, "It just feels like something dreadful is going to happen to her, Ivan." Said a voice holding back tears. Ivan couldn't see her expression, but he knows exactly what she may be feeling at that exact moment. "Something probably already happened." Added a voice strewn with dread. She sprung up a
Oh Ivan."I swear to God, Ivan, it almost seems like you don't love our daughter at all." Said Felicia as she kept her attention on the passing landscape, riding a train from Budapest to Moscow.
Ivan scoffed a long pause before he answered, "Discipline is necessary."
"But abuse isn't!" Argued the duchess. Ivan peered up to her, glaring, but she glared back in disgust over the thought of his past actions.
"She'll be fine."
"Dear." He cut her off in a surprisingly calm voice. "At the age of 5, I introduced her to her first dagger, same as me when I was her age. She stabbed her first hare on our first hunting trip with her. Then at the age of 8, her first stag. At the age of 10, we introduced her to archery. It took her no less than a year to master the basics and immediately moved on to advanced archery. Finally, at the age of 12, her trainers began to teach her hand-to-hand combat. Now she's able to make any man eat dirt. She'll. Be. Fine." Stressing the last few words, he
meep“What was that about?” Asked Sarae just as he closed the door while 2 guards began to escort them out the palace.
“He just returned something of mine.” He says nervously. “Something very valuable.”
“Well your gunblade’s with you all this time. I wonder what it could be.” She asks herself. Implying as if she plans on interrogating the answer out of him. He got the idea quickly and loosened his collar.
Just then, the door to the front of the palace opens and lets in a travel-worn man clothed in almost the same frill as Dmitri’s tutor. His accent, as he was escorted – heavily – by several guards, sounded northern, clearly of Nordic origin. The sound of the commotion prompted Nicholas to investigate, marching into the hall in annoyance, his brows furrowing.
“Who had the authority to let this man into the palace grounds without my consent?!” He growls at the guards while gesturing at the man they’re ke
quickieImbre looks down at his watched and grunted, grabbing a small vial from one of the shelves in the infirmary and began to use a syringe to extract the liquid within. Nearby, Nora checked the clock hanging on the wall and wondered if she guessed it right, “it’s that time?”
“Yes.” He says dryly. “Where is Lady Antal?”
“Frankly, I’m not sure.” Shrugged the boffin. “perhaps you should check on the prince?”
“What concerns do I have with h-“ He stops mid-sentence as soon as he sees her raise a brow to imply that he was missing the point. The thought struck him hard and he lets out a disgruntled scoff. Keeping the syringe in his coat pocket with great caution, he heads out the room and began his search for the prince. He stops at one corner when he sees Deryn walk into the room where he suspected Evike to be. With an that complicated of an obstacle, he leans his head on the wall impatiently. But after a while,
No dishonor in my house (just a raw story outline)
No dishonor in my house.
Leo and Raph are in a relationship
have been for a while now
so they decide to finally tell Splinter about it
Raph doesn't think it's such a good idea, he's really insecure and worried, despite Leo’s best efforts to reassure him
then, they do go to Splinter and tell him
instead of his approval or acceptance, however, he reacts quite unfavorable
basically he does not approve. At all
he almost instantly starts telling Leonardo to stop this nonsense and how Raph is corrupting him, distracting him from being the leader and how unhonorable this all is.
Raph feels all of his insecurities and fears of being the “bad child” confirmed and starts backing out, murmuring about leaving Leo alone, but Leo won't have any of that.
Instead, he tells Splinter that they didn't tell him to ask his approval, but simply to let him know and he won't break up with Raph just because it might be dishonorable.
Splinter is really displeased with the situation, but leaves
A World Apart - Ch. 1 - Conflict*Jerome*
Running. He was running just about as fast as he could. Trees whipped past him, wind whistling past his ears as he bolted through the forest.
This was unknown territory. He had no idea where he was. He was lost on the wrong side of the river with no way to tell where that river even was.
He was terrified. I could practically smell it on him. As I watched this boy run by the tree I hid in, totally oblivious to my position, I couldn't help but wonder; what was this kid doing here? How old was he? Where were his parents? I couldn't tell but he looked like he was close to my age, maybe just a little younger.
He had light brown hair that stuck up on end, and wore a black tee shirt with dog tags around his neck. Other than that he wore red shoes and jeans and he appeared to have no weapon on him. Nevertheless he was still trespassing on Bacca territory. It was my civic duty to kill him.
I sighed and pulled my diam
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 2
December 25, 2268
There are a lot of ways that you can tell that you’re not on a regulations-driven Starfleet starship; but perhaps one of the most obvious is being greeted by energetic, jazzy music when you arrive at the bridge, as Cera was when she stepped out of the turbolift. The lighting was dim, in keeping with the fact that it was 0118 in the morning, and there was only one person present: her undeniably eccentric first mate, Garadun. He was sitting at his usual seat at the helm station and was moving in time with the music; what he liked to call “chair dancing.” Although she’d never heard this particular piece before she was certain it was from Earth and, from the sound of it, likely from around the turn of the twenty-first century. It was jazzy and dynamic, and the vocals were being provided by a woman of immense talent; her voice was passionate and strong.
Cera had no problem with his playing music on the br
Infected - Ch. 14 Duncan nodded without hesitation and ran off up the stairs towards the lab. "You two go with him and make sure he doesn't blow anything up!" Sky shouted to Tyler and Sips.
"What about you?" Tyler asked.
"You go with them, I have to do this alone!" Seto said.
"I abandoned you once." Sky pulled his sword out of its sheath solemnly. "I'm not doing it again."
Seto growled. "Damn you, Commander." He spun around and held up his hands. Before Sky could react, a purple tinted wall appeared between them. "This is my fight."
Sky was about to protest when his eyes widened and he gasped. "Seto, duck!"
Seto dove down without protest, a purple plasma ball barely missing him as it hit the force field. Suddenly, from up the staircase, there was a crash of glass and a shout of alarm from Duncan. "SIPS!"
Sips grabbed Sky's arm. "Come on, Sunglasses, we gotta help h
Glad You're Here - Chapter One (Rytho) Rythian laid in a hammock that was tied between two trees, reading a book with his reading glasses sitting upon his nose. The sun was low in the sky, but he still had quite a few hours left. He loved nights like this; nights when the sky was clear and the air itself around him appeared to be an orange color. It was a beautiful night; and it was about to get better.
He heard footsteps, and a shape pulled itself up into the hammock. The figure looked at him in alarm and squeaked, "Rythian!"
Rythian jumped and dropped his book in surprise, but didn't fall off. "Seto-?"
Seto glared at him playfully. "My turn." He growled.
Rythian raised one eyebrow. "Who said we were taking turns?"
"And when was that?"
Rythian winced. "I thought we agreed that anything I say when I'm drunk is forfeit."
"Yeah but you weren't drunk, you were just
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 3
December 25, 2268
Sitting in his chair and listening to Lt. Commander Slaton give his damage report concerning the USS Bangkok, Garadun couldn’t help but notice the rather odd design of the central table in the briefing room. It was an asymmetrical, wedge shape with a total of eight sides, and included a sort of indented section at the wide end where a computer terminal was mounted. It was very retro. In fact the entire briefing room had a 1960s look to it. As did every other part of the ship he’d seen so far. He figured that whoever it was that was doing the naval architecture on behalf of Starfleet, had a thing for the décor which had been prevalent on Earth three hundred years earlier.
The retro feel wasn’t limited to interior design. Although Garadun had seen more than his share of Starfleet officers, he’d never really made the connection until now. Not only was the ship a stylistic throwback, but so w
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.5Orbit of Malastare, Republic star destroyer Adamant
Master Windu looked dubiously at the diminutive being before him as Doctor Boll smiled at him pleasantly.
“Doctor Boll, you'll excuse me for being brusque but we have something of a situation here. One of our units on the planet below are nearly overrun, I don't have the time to brief you on the situation.”
“Of course not!” the diminutive bivall chirped shrilly. “That's exactly why I'm here, to solve your problem.”
“You think your research could be of use?” Master Windu asked.
The scientist nodded. “Yes indeed, my weapon can disable the Separatist army in its tracks without harming our own forces.”
“This is an ion blast weapon.” Commander Ponds said as he examined the specifications. “It's going to knock out most of our equipment and the systems in our armor.”
“Well, yes, there is that.” Doctor Boll said dismissively. “But you can fig
Spider-Man: Hail to the King Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty: Disable.
Underground, Harry Osborn and his team are searching for the source the Goblin bombs so they can send a signal to disable all of them. Above them was Agent Venom, Mercury Team, Deadpool, and Toxin as they acted as distraction for the Symbiote enhanced Goblin thugs above the prime bomb.
"Harry, Leader and Stark just found the source of the Goblin Bombs underneath Times Square, I need you and your team to disable it and thus it'll disable the remaining bombs." Peter tells his old friend as he turns to Flash "Flash, some video feed has shown the Symbiote Infected thugs are right above the Prime bomb. We need you, Deadpool, Mercury Team, and even Brock to keep them occupied while harry does his part."
"I gotcha Pete. But..." Flash starts as he leans in to Peter's ear "...I don't trust Brock at all. We both know he puts his ideals above everyone else."
"I understand Flash, and if anything goes awry involving Brock,
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.6Entering the atmosphere of Malastare
“Incoming.” Grieg reported.
“I see them.” Dusty said as he looked down at his sensor screen. “Cannons ready.”
The first screen of Republic fighters jumped ahead of the Y-wings and ARC-170s, heading outwards to engage the incoming Separatist fighters. The two groups clashed, on Dusty's screen it was shown as two swarms of red and blue dots meeting and clashing as they intermingled. Small groups of red dots broke out on the other side of the blue swarm and came towards the. He looked out the side of his cockpit to see a trio of ARC-170s breaking off to engage the enemy fighters. He flexed his hands on the triggers for his ion cannons. He'd seen enough combat to know that no escort was completely secure.
“All yours.” Grieg said as the first enemy game into firing range.
Dusty swiveled the turret around to bear on the incoming droid fighters, depressing the trigger buttons and watching as the angry blue bo
pot 4"What took you so long, Dmitri?" Nicholas asks suspiciously.
Dmitri sighed and ventured further inside the room til there was room for him to explain, "I got a little side-tracked, father. Pardon."
"'Side-tracked'?" The czar repeated. Just then, Dmitri gestured for Sophie to come in. She coughed shyly, something Jaspert wouldn't usually see his sister do, prompting the Austrian prince to grin with thoughts spinning.
"Da, side-tracked." Dmitri added as she entered, "She was snooping around at the garden."
Nicholas failed to say much else after hearing the prince's excuse and instead pardoned him, looking back to Alek who looked to be sharing the same thought as the czar,
"Shall we continue then?" Said the czar. Alek nodded to him. "Ja, let's."
later that day
"So, sis. How was your night at the palace?" Jaspert asked, biting down on the apple, emitting a loud crunching sound that prompted the nearby stallions to whine. As Sophie recalled a long conversation with the Russian prince
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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