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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,
SWtCW: Homecoming pt. 6Orbit of Pandora, aboard the Republic Star Destroyer Vigil
Tag scowled at Ace. “She's doing what?”
“She's going to some kind of meeting between the local leaders.” the Captain replied. “She thinks we need their help.”
Tag's scowl deepened behind his helmet. “You've got to be kidding.”
“No sir, we'll be heading out tonight. Can you hold until we get back?”
Tag snorted. “I've landed most of the legion now and we're dug in, the Seps still outnumber us but we're not going to go anywhere unless they use their warships.”
Ace nodded. “Yes sir...do you think they'll continue to refrain from using their ships?”
“I do, we've been watching them flying large transports from the surface to the orbiting ships. It looks like they're transporting something from the planet. I think that's why they've refrained from engaging us in ship-to-ship combat. They need whatever they're extracting down there and don't want
Amna - ProloguePrologue; Evaluation of Amna.
Overthinking. Overthinking? Overthinking. It's what I usually do in my spare time. Which is... All the time. I can't remember the last time I've seen another being, it's been ages. My hair is long now, it goes down to my knees. I've never let it go past the tips of my long ears before, but I suppose being locked up in this dark world took my mind away from my hair. I don't know how long I've been locked away in here... here in which I believe is some sort of library. There are lots of books, books with stories all thought up by others. Stories.. Myths and legends.. Or reports and truths?
It's strange, it's strange I've yet to run out of resources that allow me to live. There is always clean water in the fountain, there is always bread and some type of meat in the lounge. It appears every time I sleep, I've tried to stay awake to see if someone is sneaking it, b
Venom/Elfen Lied: Venomous Vectors Chapter 21Chapter Twenty One: Final Battle Part 1
On the shore of the now destroyed Diclonius Research Facility, Kaede stood by a SHIELD BTR-80 with her brother Kokoro as she observed the damaged done to the hellish island. For years she wished she could see this place crumble under its own hellish weight, but she never realized the world would also like to see this place taken down.
“Guess this is one chapter of your life you can close.” A familiar voice said as Kaede turned to see Venom standing next to her.
“But I will bear the scar, that’s something I can never forget.” Kaede said, more to herself than her friend.
“Scars are just a sign of someone with a will to live, that I know for sure.” Venom countered as he himself knows how to bear physical and mental scarring.
“So what’s going to happen to big sis and me now Mr. Venom?” Kokoro asks Venom as his grip on Kaede’s finger tightens.
Empire Application Sheet: 2058 UpdateRULES:
You must submit your empire with a section of information using this template
SSC, (Sciastenos Centum)
OOC note: SSC virtually never states what SSC actually stands for, so there should be virtually no reason to say the whole thing in RP.
Date of Founding:
December 20th 1465 unofficial, April 12th 1917 official.
Modern with clear multi-ethnic standards.
My Original Version:
Myric’s Turbocharged Version:
Official – “Ventis Secundis Semper Peragemus” (“With favorable winds ever onward”)
Official- The Warrior Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTs6a0ORdQU
Original Galaxy: The Hub, Atreus, Harnett, Port Aries(mars), Por
Allaying Alideya (5)My punishment for disfiguring their precious robot guards was three days in total isolation. I spent those three days wallowing in anger, letting it seep into my mind until I was consumed with nothing but rage. I could feel it pulsating within me, soaking into every heartbeat, dangling from every breath. However, for every ounce of anger I held, I had an equal amount of common sense. I couldn’t afford many outbursts as long as I was at a disadvantage; I still had no idea where I was or how to get out of this place.
I traced the small incisions on my thighs and arms. When they had operated on me and gave me my new arm they had put tracking chips into me, multiple ones so that even if you managed to find one there were still others. Of course they denied it, they would never do such a thing, but you still knew. Besides I was using their hardware. I wondered if the people holding me captive had gotten them all. Judging by the amount of cuts and lack of the Regency swooping in I gues
Outlawed: part 2
Flyspur was worried. He stood conspicuously in front of the ‘Alley of Food’, as the locals so quaintly called it, waiting for his captain to return. He had climbed up the side of the nearest building, the tiny filaments on the pads of his feet and hands easily sticking to the cement-like plaster wall, to try and see over the crowds but the owner had shouted him down, complaint of footprints on the side of his restaraunt. So his waiting was now confined to the ground. His forked tongue twisted nervously inside his mouth and his tail twitched stiffly behind him. His upper arms clutched the flat screen of his info padd while his lower, smaller arms fidgeted with the strap of his shoulder bag. It had been some time since Rover had told him to order lunch and Flyspur had long ago eaten his salad with a smattering of local insects for a spicy garnish and the giant, steaming hot, meat-flavored drink he had bought for Rove
Sky Army Returns - Book Three - PROLOGUE “Ow…” Ant slowly lifted a hand to his forehead. As soon as he made contact, a sharp pain shot through his head. “OW.” He scowled and opened his eyes. He was looking up at what seemed to be the sky, but everything was blurry. Everything around him seemed to be tinted a pure white color. He blinked several and his vision began to clear.
“Oh god… What the hell happened…?” He placed his hands on the ground on either side of him and lifted himself up into a sitting position. As he did, he felt an unnatural feeling on his back. It felt like he had an uncomfortable weight placed on his shoulders and upper back. He shook his head lightly and rolled his shoulders, but the feeling didn’t go away.
He glanced behind him. His eyes widened. H
Inuyasha and power rangers the movie part 2Back at the construction site, two guards are guarding and watching the egg. One of them is asleep while the other was getting coffee. Just then, some strange red energy appear behind the egg. It reveals to be Lord Zedd, Rita, Goldar and Mordant. They approach the egg and the guard sees them.
Rita: What do i care about some stupid egg?
Zedd: This is no ordinary egg.
Rita: Well, i say we hard-boil the thing.
Mordant: I'm with her. I'm hungry.
Goldar: That's 'cause you're a pig.
Guard: Hey, Curt. Curt. Take a look at this.
Zedd: No need to wake him. In fact, why don't you take a little nap yourself?
Zedd zaps them both with his staff and they become unconscious.
Mordant: Yeah, i could do that. I just choose not to.
Goldar: Zip your lip.
Zedd: (Goes to the egg) Ooh. After 2,000 years of searching, you are finally within my grasp! And now let's crack this egg!
He holds up his staff and zaps the hand. After zapping it, the hand raising up, removing its fingers from the egg. Goldar growls wh
Through Red SmokeRed.
Vicky licked her lips, the muscle ghosting over her sharp teeth tiredly. In the fog of everything she was drugged with in reality, all she knew was red. It was what she craved, what she saw and breathed for. Even the fog in her head was red.
And the voice she heard, the one that she hated, she could hear it in red.
"This was not the outcome I had hoped for, Victoria," she heard.
It was not the voice of the man that drugged the food and showed them how to fight her, nor the voices of the royal rabbits who came to look at her as though she were a spectacle, not even the voices of the guards that watched her in worry and concern.
The voice sounded red, "I thought you would have been stronger than this. You were so much so before," she smelled smoke, it smelled... red, "But that's all right. I never keep a Wolf too long anyway," there was a pause, a long drag... red... "And we have had our fun, haven't we? I finally managed to do what some told me could not be done," a long chuck
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
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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