Shy

[size=1]The easiest way to decentralize the Anime Lounge is by series, although the problem is of course deciding which series deserve their own forums. I remember at one point we had a lot of .hack//SIGN discussion, but when we created a dedicated .hack//SIGN forum it never took off. I've been campaigning for 'Member Choice' forums, which could be swapped in and out on a regular basis. For example, we'd have a poll among a couple of different anime series and the series that receives the most votes would earn their own forum. This could be applied to video games/current events/whatever, let me quote myself from the last OB Survey. [quote=Shy]I almost think that we should have a number of "flavor of the month" forums that are constantly rotating in and out. These could tie into big movies, video games, anime series, etc. that are popular at the time. Then when member interest has faded they can be merged back into one of our existing forums and create newer, more topical ones. Adding a Halo forum or a U.S. Presidential Election forum might spark some interest, and if they didn't, we'd create new ones to replace them. The forum structure obviously isn't set in stone, you know? Members could even vote to decide which "flavor of the month" forums are added next. If that's not a cool idea for an event, I don't know what is.[/quote] From personal experience, I think if we create Series or Genre-specific forums, it's ultimately best for the members to decide what those series or genre are. We're a discussion forum, and we're not always talking about the same four or five things. It only makes sense for the forum structure to change along with the conversation (and the times.) -Shy[/size]

TITLE OVER BLACK: Hattori Hanzo in: [b]Birth of the Midnight Butterfly[/b] FADE IN: EXTERIOR. DOWNTOWN HIROSHIMA STREETS. DAY. A large crowd gathers around a bus station, eagerly awaiting the return of twenty-five women from America. These “Hiroshima Maidens” had been given the chance to repair their keloid scars from the atomic bomb ten years prior. Now these young women would be reunited with their friends and children for the first time after months of painful operations. TITLE OVER: SEPTEMBER 16, 1957. A ten year old Japanese boy, HATTORI HANZO, pushes through the crowd a bus approaches. The crowd cheers as the door opens and the first HIROSHIMA MAIDENS step out. Women in the crowd burst into tears upon seeing the girls’ faces for the first time, embracing them tightly. An older member of the Maidens, KIMIKO HANZO, steps out from the bus and starts calling for her son. Kimiko: Hattori! Hattori! Hattori’s eyes widen as he sees his mother. Gone is look of pain and worry from her burned face. Kimiko is reborn, the surgery giving her a rubbery but glamorous appearance. Also gone is the modest robe she wore every day of her child‘s life; a stylish American gown taking its place. KIMIKO: It’s me, Hanzo. Oh I’ve missed you! He stares at the woman as if she were a stranger, and steps back as her mother tries to approach him. KIMIKO: Don’t you recognize me? The boy turns his back to his mother, and pushes his way back out of the crowd. Kimiko attempts to chase after her son, but is unable to make her way through the crowd. KIMIKO: Hattori! Wait! EXTERIOR. ALLEYS OF HIROSHIMA. DAY. Hattori runs down the filthy alleyway, past several beggars and prostitutes as he comes across an unmarked door. He pounds loudly against it, tears filling his eyes. The door opens a sliver to reveal his uncle, TATSUO HANZO, a middle-aged Japanese man. TATSUO: Hattori! What is wrong? Wasn’t your mother returning today? Tears begin flooding down Hattori’s eyes. HATTORI: Uncle Tatsuo… Tatsuo opens the door fully and places his hand on the child’s shoulder. Behind him is a smoke-filled, dark room with loud music. TATSUO: Are you okay? Why aren’t you with your mother? HATTORI: She is not my mother!! My mother is gone! Tatsuo is obviously uncomfortable with the child. He looks up and down the alley to see if anyone sees him with the child, quickly takes Hattori into the brothel, and closes the door behind them. INTERIOR. BROTHEL. The brothel is little more than one long hallway leading to dozens and dozens of smaller rooms. BUSINESSMEN, both American and Japanese, walk up and down the hallway with little or no clothes on at all. Hattori stops his crying, shocked by what he is seeing. Tatsuo quickly covers the eyes of his nephew, and drags him into one of the nearby empty rooms. INTERIOR. BROTHEL. BEDROOM. The room is empty, save for a small electric fan and a stained mattress lying on the floor. TATSUO: Oh shit. If your mother or grandmother find out you’re alone with me, they’re gonna lock me away. Tatsuo sits Hattori on the mattress. TATSUO: Just wait here, Hattori. I’m going to see if I can’t get one of the boys to take you back to your Grandmother’s. Tatsuo leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. Hattori sits in silence, wiping the tears away from his eyes. The faint sounds of moaning can be heard through the room’s thin walls, masking the sounds of his tears. The door opens, revealing SHIGERU, a barely clothed young Japanese boy. Shigeru is noticeably surprised to see such a young child. SHIGERU: Hello? What are you doing here? HATTORI: My-- my name is Hattori Hanzo. I’m waiting for my uncle. SHIGERU: I didn’t know Tatsuo had a nephew. There is an uncomfortable moment of silence. SHIGERU: My name is Shigeru… I was just going to get the room ready for later, but if you’re in here… Shigeru notices tears running down Hattori’s eyes. SHIGERU: Is… is everything okay? Hattori completely loses it. Shigeru closes the door behind him, and sits next to Hattori on the bed. He puts his arm around the boy to comfort him. Hanzo continues crying, and Shigeru kisses him on the forehead and on the lips, stopping his tears. Hanzo’s eyes widen. The two lock eyes. INTERIOR. MODEST JAPANESE HOUSEHOLD. NIGHT. Several years have passed, but Kimiko’s doll-like appearance largely remains the same. She is cooking in the kitchen while listening to some American rock and roll. Kimiko is wearing a plain tan apron and is preparing to go to work. Hattori’s ancient GRANDMOTHER rests comfortably on an old rocking chair in the den area, staring out the window onto the streets below. TITLE OVER. DECEMBER 20, 1965. Hanzo, now 16, rushes out of his bedroom wearing an untucked dress shirt and very loose necktie. He is thin, wiry, and very effeminate. Hanzo walks straight towards the door. KIMIKO: Hanzo! Where are you going? You have exams in the morning! HATTORI: Fuck exams. Shigeru and the boys are going to Matsue tonight. Kimiko stops what she is doing and heads over to the door. KIMIKO: You will do no such thing! Your education is very important to your grandmother and I. We will not have you throwing your future away for those… those-- HATTORI: Those what? KIMIKO: You know what, Hattori. Now do as I say. Go back to your room and focus on your studies. HATTORI: No way, you American bitch! Kimiko raises her hand to strike her son, but he grabs her wrist to stop the attack, and pushes her onto the floor. GRANDMOTHER: Hattori! Hattori stops for a moment to stare at his mother on the ground, visibly upset by what he has just done, and rushes out of the home. Grandmother hobbles over to Kimiko to help get her to her feet. Kimiko wipes a tear from her eye. GRANDMOTHER: That child has no respect for you… KIMIKO: I know. GRANDMOTHER: …and such speed. He is so much like his father. KIMIKO: I know, mother. I think… I think that is what I fear the most. EXTERIOR. HIROSHIMA STREETS. NIGHT. The streets of Hiroshima are alive tonight. Merchants, prostitutes, criminals and gamblers run the town after dark, and to young Hattori Hanzo and his friends it is a playground. Hanzo, Shigeru and a pair of male FRIENDS are speeding up and down the streets in a used Ford pick-up. They are cheering and laughing. Hattori is embracing Shigeru, who looks virtually the same as he did years ago. SHIGERU: This is great! FRIEND 1: Oh yeah! SHIGERU: We should go see one of the late shows downtown. HATTORI: No way! I’m sick of seeing those whores and their wrinkly tits every night. Everyone laughs. HATTORI: No, I want to try something new. FRIEND 2: Oh yeah? I know someplace downtown we can check out. I’ve been before. I bet you’ve never seen anything like it. INTERIOR. JAPANESE BURLESQUE CLUB. NIGHT. The only light in the club are those of the spotlights focusing brightly on the club’s small stage. Hanzo and his four friends enter the club, and one of the bouncers seems to recognize Friend 2. They are let in, and Hanzo’s attention is immediately drawn towards the stage. SHIGERU: More fucking tits! A recording plays traditional Japanese music as a beautiful dancer, ROSE, dressed as geisha perform a striptease. In the traditional burlesque fashion, little is seen and much is left to the imagination. Several men and women sit at tables surrounding the stage, drinking sake and laughing at the performer. FRIEND 1: I thought you were going to show us something new. Hattori is captivated by Jun’s performance on the stage. Friend 2 puts his arm around Shigeru. FRIEND 2: Calm down, assholes. That isn’t a woman up on the stage! The dancer approaches one of the male audience members and begins singing. It is obvious from the voice that it is a male underneath all of the robes and make-up. Rose flirts with the man in the audience, kissing him on the cheek and leaving lipstick on his face. This causes the audience to burst into laughter and applause. Shigeru and the friends begin laughing as well. SHIGERU: Wow! FRIEND 2: So uh… what do you guys think? FRIEND 1: This is hilarious! Hattori’s expression of amazement remains unchanged. HATTORI: Let’s get a table. Friend 2 begins holding hands with Shigeru. This catches the eye of Hattori, who seems angered by this but pretends to ignore it. The four sit down at the table. As Hanzo sits he catches the attention of the performer, and they lock eyes for a moment. Music blasts loudly from a nearby speaker, the rhythm of the song mirroring the young man’s accelerated heartbeat. Jun smiles at Hattori. He nervously sits back into his chair. The rest of the group seems oblivious to what is going on. EXTERIOR. BACK OF BURLESQUE CLUB. DARK ALLEY. NIGHT. Hattori Hanzo and his friends wait outside of the club, attempting to sober up after it has closed. Hattori is the only one in the group not visibly drunk, and is enjoying a cigarette while the rest are waiting in the truck with the engine idling. They are talking and laughing amongst themselves in the distance. Hattori takes a drag of his cigarette as a door from the back of the club opens, revealing Rose. He is in a different glamorous outfit from earlier, but still in full drag. Rose seems surprised to see Hanzo just as he is startled by seeing Rose. Although it is difficult to tell behind the make-up, the drag queen is at least a decade older than Hanzo. He speaks in a very feminine, but very blunt manner. Rose is wearing a flowing silk robe, which is caught in the faint breeze. ROSE: Hey. Hanzo seems nervous. HATTORI: Hey! Rose thinks for a moment. ROSE: Weren’t you watching the show tonight? HATTORI: Yes! I thought… I thought you were great. Rose seems flattered. ROSE: You’re sweet. Rose begins to head out in the opposite direction of his friends’ truck. HATTORI: Why are you still in that outfit? Are you going to another performance tonight? Rose seems offended stops in his tracks. He turns to Hattori. ROSE: This isn’t just an act, kid. This is how I live. HATTORI: Oh. Oh. Wow. INT. FORD TRUCK. NIGHT. Shigeru and the two friends are sitting in the truck, talking amongst themselves. Friend 1 notices Hattori’s conversation with Rose. He tries to get the attention of Shigeru, who is flirting with Friend 2. FRIEND 1: Hey, look. Is Hanzo talking to that performer? FRIEND 2: Fuck, he is! What do you have to say about that, Shigeru? Shigeru chooses to ignore what is going on. EXTERIOR. BACK OF BURLESQUE CLUB. DARK ALLEY. NIGHT. Hattori seems embarrassed by what he said. HATTORI: I apologize. I didn’t know… ROSE: You have a lot to learn. Hattori sighs. ROSE: Your cigarette is dead. Hattori notices his cigarette. HATTORI: Damn! Rose extends a lighter towards him. ROSE: Here, let me… Rose lights Hanzo’s cigarette. He takes a puff. HATTORI: Thank you. ROSE: Forget it. The drag queen begins to walk off. Hanzo sheepishly calls out to him. HATTORI: I want to! ROSE: Huh? HATTORI: I want to learn… teach me. Rose reveals a small tanto, a Japanese short sword, beneath his robe. Hanzo takes a step back. HATTORI: I didn’t mean anything by-- Rose withdraws the weapon with lightning speed, and pins Hanzo against the wall with the weapon by stabbing it through his shirt. He stares intensely into Hanzo's eyes, smiles, and takes a puff of his cigarette. ROSE: You have a lot to learn. Rose turns away, and begins walking down the alley. ROSE: Come back tomorrow.

[size=1]How am I going to fail out of school if this game is never released!? Thanks a lot Nintendo! -Shy[/size]

[center][img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/fauntleroy-chronicle.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/beatrist-chronicle.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/harriet-chronicle.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/daedalusavatar.jpg[/img][/center][size=1][indent]Fauntleroy nursed a glass of wine as he and his sister Beatriste welcomed guests into the doors of Rosengard. Though Macey and Eva had so clearly protested the event, it seemed inappropriate that guests would visit the estate to mourn Leonhart without at least some of his children present. Fauntleroy had always despised Bavaria, even moreso after the morning’s events, but knew better than to leave Beatriste by herself with an army of mourners. Besides, the wine cellar had just been fully restocked for the occasion and he couldn't stand to see the priceless bottles go to waste. Beatriste wore a navy blue gown, embroidered with the family crest on her skirt. As each guest entered she embraced them tightly, thanking them for their attendance and repeating one of a handful of loving anecdotes about her father. Fauntleroy merely nodded, slowly drowning himself in a buttery chardonnay. Across the hall, Lady Bavaria could be seen mingling the numerous visitors and dignitaries. She had made a point of avoiding Fauntleroy and Beatriste following her heated confrontations with the rest of the family; the two only hoped that it would stay that way. “[b]I think we’ve greeted just about every person in High Czenoble,[/b]” Fonty said with a sight, “[b]If we let anyone else in, Mount Grail is going to tip over.[/b]” “[b]It certainly seems like Bavaria excluded no one. There are so many faces I don’t recognize…[/b]” Lector Moebius approached the two, carrying a small package under his arm. He bowed politely, and entered the Grand Hall. “[b]Who was that?[/b]” Beatriste whispered. “[b]Another leach, I think. Bavaria has turned this wake into a tasteless social function….[/b]” "[b]Let's just get this day over with and try to move on.[/b]" Out of the corner of his eye, Fauntleroy noticed Daedalus and Harriet walking by. Harriet’s eyes were bright red, no doubt the result of a morning of tears. Daedalus’, however, remained untouched. On that day he wore the same military coat that he had during the Mine War, a quiet tribute to his brother. Harriet clutched onto Fauntleroy‘s arm tightly, “[b]It would have meant so much to your father that two you be here today.[/b]” Fauntleroy and Beatriste nodded, “[b]Thank you, Aunt Harriet.[/b]” There was an uncomfortable pause. “[b]You know, Fauntleroy. When your mother gave birth to you so many years ago, it was the proudest day of your father’s life. Leonhart had always wanted a son to carry on his duties, and thought that you might be just-- kaff![/b]" Daedalus began coughing violently, startling the group. "[b]Are you alright, dear?[/b]" He clutched his chest tightly, "[b]I'll be fine, Harriet. The stress of the day has gotten to me.[/b]" "[b]Let's get you some water first at least--[/b]" "[b]No. The boy needs to hear this.[/b]" Harriet nodded, and Daedalus continued with his story. "[b]But as time went on, it was obvious that you were… [I]different[/I], it broke his heart. I remember speaking to him about it in the labs several times. No matter how hard he tried to find a place for you in his world, you seemed to fight just as hard to get away from it. Ultimately, though, he cared a great deal for you, even if you no longer spoke. If my brother had more time, I know Leonhart would have found a way to show that.[/b]” “[b]I’m sorry we didn’t have more time.[/b]” “[b]That’s how the wheels of change operate sometimes,[/b]” the old man replied, “[b]I know this may not be the best time to offer, but as Leonhart’s oldest male heir you have a spot waiting for you on the Magitech Board. I‘d like you to visit the offices with me, and see if we can‘t find a home for you there.[/b]” “[b]I’ll certainly consider the offer. Thank you.[/b]” “[b]Please do.[/b]” With that Daedalus moved on to greet the rest of the crowd, Harriet following closely behind. With his uncle’s unexpected offer, Fauntleroy knew that he would have much to consider during the wake. Beatriste’s eyes began to water, “[b]You know, I’m really going to miss him Fonty.[/b]” “[b]Me too, Bea. Me too.[/b]”[/size][/indent]

[size=1]The 'chapter' starting with Leonhart's funeral needs a title! Otherwise, the posts have been great so far and I'm feeling much better. Thank you to everyone who sent me their best wishes and such. -Shy[/size]

[quote name='Sandy']Now I'm just unsure if anyone will write about the dinner with the Dynasts. Malkav? Muse? Shy?[/QUOTE][size=1]It had only been a day since Cyriel's last post, and I have 102 degree fever, but okay. There's your blasted post. I'd like to conclude the day with Bavaria's revenge on Anna and Henry before we move onto the next day (whether that's a week in the future or three days or whatever doesn't matter.) Sandy/James, you should recall what I wanted Bavaria to do to them, so if you can write that bit I'd really appreciate it. I'm going to go pass out now. -Shy[/size]

[indent][size=1][center][img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/henryavatar.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/morphiaavatar.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/jackavatar.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/ladybavariaavatar.jpg[/img][/center] After exchanging greetings the group was ushered into the dining room, where a long glass table seemed to extend onto the horizon line. During state dinners it could be used to serve hundreds, but for tonight only a handful of place settings were needed. Several servants stood against the walls, outnumbering the guests two-to-one. Even as members of the Deacon clan the guests had never seen anything like it. Sitting across the table were the three Dynast heirs: Primas Generous, Augustine Beauteous and Juvenous Courageous. Primas was an older man, though not nearly as old as Agron Deacon, with a bald head and a strong, muscular frame. He dressed in a military coat from the Royal Czenovia Military, adorned in various medals and ribbons he had received during his long military service. Many hours and many courses had passed., but aside from the polite comments on their meal, little was being said. It was an awkward, if not friendly, dinner, easily forgettable save for a single prominent guest. “[b]You said you rode in the Chiamera Circuit?[/b]” Prince Juvenous asked Henry eagerly, “[b]I have been to several private events at the stadium, but I’ve never seen a real race before.[/b]” “[b]Oh you must join me then, your highness![/b]” Henry replied, “[b]I’m the greatest racer in the entire league; it’s very exciting.[/b]” Morphia rolled her eyes, “[b]You know, I also happen to be a Chiamera Jockey. Both of us will be competing in the finals in a few days,[/b]” “[b]Delightful,[/b]” Princess Augustine said, [b]Though it may be unbecoming of a lady, I find it very noble that you pursue your interests, Morphia…[/b]” “[b]I assure you that there are many women riders in the--[/b]” “[b]So tell me Henry, what kind of Chiamera do you ride? Is it a Featherdragon?[/b]” Distressed, Morphia placed her napkin on the table and left the table. A servant quickly directed her towards the bathroom, and she disappeared into the darkness of a long corridor. “[b]Excuse me…[/b]” Prince Juvenous turned towards his sister, “[b]Perhaps we should pay a visit to an upcoming race and see for ourselves.[/b]” “[b]An excellent idea. It would be so good to venture out and be among the proletariat again![/b]” “[b]You’ll love it out there, your highness,[/b]” Jack added with a grin, “[b]Save for the Slaughter Slums of New Czenoble, you won’t find better gambling anywhere else in all of Czenovia.[/b]” “[b]Do you gamble, Jack?[/b]” The young man‘s eyes lit up, “[b]Saying that would be an understatement![/b]” The group burst into laughter as Prince Primas locked eyes with Lady Bavaria. “[b]I must say, my lady, that you look ravishing tonight,[/b]” “[b]Why thank you, your highness,[/b]” she replied, blushing modestly, “[b]This dress is very flattering, you see. It was a gift from the Estates’ General in Anova.[/b]” “[b]Am I mistaken, Bavaria,[/b]” Agron whispered as he wiped his eyeglasses with his handkerchief, “[b]But is Morphia’s companion not the same child who tried to take my coat when we were in Rosengard?[/b]” Bavaria narrowed her eyes, “[b]You are not mistaken. It would appear my dear sister’s tastes have become much more… common in my absence.[/b]” “[b]Bringing the child of a house matron before the King![/b]” the old man huffed, “[b]We’ll be the laughing stock of Czenovia if we let her carry on in this manner.[/b]” Lady Odilie leaned in towards the two, “[b]As long as the boy cares for Morphia then that’s all there is to it.[/b]” Agron Deacon raised an eyebrow in suspicion, “[b]Given the way he has thrown himself before the Dynasts, it seems as if he’s using our poor daughter.[/b]” “[b]I’ll go check on her,[/b]” Lady Bavaria said as she stood up, “[b]Excuse me, your majesty. I will be right back.[/b]” “[b]Of course, Lady Bavaria. See to your family.[/b]” The Dynast King nodded, “[b]Primas, have there been any leads in your investigation at Prometheo?[/b]” “[b]I’m afraid not, father. Several unidentifiable bodies were recovered from the site, mostly children. We suspect they may have been responsible in the attack somehow.[/b]” “[b]Children?[/b]” Jack asked, “[b]So you think that the accident was really planned?[/b]” “[b]It is difficult to know for certain, but it was no mere coincidence that Leonhart Almagest was at Prometheo during the explosion. Someone was trying to strike at the heart of Czenovia, and they were very successful.[/b]” After a moment of quiet thought, the Dynast King spoke. “[b]This is private information, my guests, but perhaps it may be of some value to the investigation. You see, Prometheo Labs had begun a series of secretive experiments involving human bodies and Magitechnology. It’s very likely that the bodies you found belonged to those they used as their test subjects.[/b]” Henry‘s eyes widened in surprise, “[b]You mean you used human beings for some… science experiment!?[/b]” “[b]If it were only that simple,[/b]” Agron Deacon said, “[b]Foreign interests are attempting to steal Czenovia’s military secrets at every turn. If we do not remain one step ahead of the others, we’re at risk of losing our national security.[/b]” “[b]Each of those subjects were invaluable. If only one of them had survived…[/b]“ The Dynast king slowly raised his unsteady hand, “[b]Perhaps it is time we call this dinner to a close. I’m not feeling well, and have much to consider for the coming days.[/b]” The army of servants immediately swarmed the dinner guests, pulling their chairs back and motioning them towards the front door. Jack, still chewing on a dinner roll, felt himself physically pulled out of his seat. He had listened to the King’s words carefully, and wondered if they had some sort of connection to the strange events he had witnessed in Rosengard earlier that morning. “[b]It was a lovely dinner,[/b]” Lady Odillie said with a bow, “[b]I wish you good health until we meet again, your majesty.[/b]” “[b]You are always welcome in the Mirror Palace,[/b]” Primas said reassuringly, “[b]Be sure to care for your step-daughter in her time of need. Lady Bavaria is a beautiful, brilliant woman and deserves all the comfort that can be afforded to her.[/b]” “[b]That she does. Poor dear.[/b]“ “[b]I have no doubt that she will find any number of suitors at her doorstep after she has been given appropriate time to mourn.[/b]” The King remained at his seat as the others made their way towards the entryway. The group was ushered towards the door, where several carriages were waiting outside. Each of the Deacons and Henry politely thanked the Dynasts for their evening Henry and the Princess exchanged smiles as he was handed his coat by one of the servants, “[b]It was a pleasure meeting you, Princess Augustine.[/b]” Princess Augustine curtsied, “[b]The pleasure was all mine, Henry Grimalkin.[/b]” “[b]I only hope I can see you again.[/b]” “[b]Bet on it.[/b]” [center][img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/helen-chronicle.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/morphiaavatar.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/ladybavariaavatar.jpg[/img][/center] Morphia found herself lost in the labyrinthine halls and corridors of the Mirror Palace. One of the servants had given her simple instructions, but somehow a wrong turn had led her to a wing of the royal home not normally seen by outsiders. It was poorly lit, the walls lined with portraits of Dynast royalty long since deceased. It was obvious that this section of the palace was not normally used for entertaining. She was so upset at Henry, using her invitation to gain favor with The Dynasts. He found himself so entranced by royalty that he had forgotten about her entirely. Morphia wondered if he had only accepted the offer so that he could meet the princess, whose favor he was clearly winning. In the distance she heard a beautiful, haunting piano melody, the likes of which she never had before. Slowly she found herself pulled to the music, walking through several doorways until she reached a ballroom. The polished marble floors had not seen sunlight in many long years, as enormous curtains covered up the panoramic windows near the ceiling. In the corner of the room was a dark figure, humming along with the song he played on an enormous grand piano. Morphia, trembling slightly, approached the young man. “[b]It‘s a beautiful song,[/b]” she said sheepishly, “[b]Did you write it yourself?[/b]” The young man shook his head, his speech slurred, “[b]My Grandmother wrote it for my… Grandfather. It’s called, ‘Springtime in the Mirror Palace.[/b]’” “[b]Well I think it’s lovely. My name is Morphia Celios Markham…[/b]” “[b]I know who you are. Your father is Agron Deacon… he‘s… trying to destroy the monarchy.[/b]” “[b]What do you think you mean by that?[/b]” “[b]There is great lust in your father’s eyes, Morphia. Not for the touch of another, but for the touch of power…[/b]” “[b]And who are you to say such a thing?[/b]” Morphia reached for the stranger’s shoulder. He turned around to reveal a beautiful young man with long golden hair and striking gray eyes. He had a single scar across his right cheek, which extended up to his eye. “[b]Prince Augustus![/b]” Morphia said as she collapsed to her knees, “[b]Your highness, I-- I had no idea![/b]” “[b]Please, do not bow. I am not a prince, but a prisoner within these walls…[/b]” Morphia felt a firm grip pull her from behind, knocking her to the ground. Standing above her was Helen “Nellie” Almagest, pointing her rifle menacingly at the young woman’s head. “[b]Morphia![/b]” Helen commanded, “[b]You have no right to be near the prince![/b]” “[b]She had merely lost her way, Nellie,[/b]” Prince Augustus said dismissively, “[b]There is no… need to frighten her.[/b]” “[b]Very well, your highness,[/b]“ Nellie nodded, and helped Morphia to her feet, “[b]Let me show you to the door.[/b]” The two exited the ballroom, closing the doors behind them, when they found Lady Bavaria examining the artwork along the hallway. “[b]Sister! Have you gotten lost too?[/b]” “[b]I was merely looking for you. That Henry Grimalkin upset you, didn‘t he?[/b]” “[b]It‘s nothing to worry about,[/b]” she said as she turned her gaze towards the ballroom, “[b]I feel as if it‘s time to move on from that infatuation, anyhow.[/b]” Lady Bavaria held onto her sister‘s hand tightly, “[b]Do not worry, Morphia. That bastard child of Anna‘s has made a joke of all of us, and for that he shall pay.[/b]” Nellie quietly escorted the Deacons to their carriage, the sound of Augustus‘ piano echoing throughout the halls behind them. She wasn‘t sure what to make of her encounter with the mysterious prince, but knew that she would be thinking about him for quite some time.[/size][/indent]

[size=1]Sandy, you [i]are[/i] coming across as rude. Let us all take a deep breath and move on. One thing I would like to point out is that this RPG has roughly 12 or 13 active players. so the faster we move the story forward the more risk we have of losing people who aren't able to keep up. It seems like only a few days ago people were complaining about how active the RPG was, but I do understand (and appreciate) indifference's concern. The timing for this works out pretty well, actually. Lady Bavaria is going to be shaking things up pretty drastically within Rosengard, so if we move on to the 'aftermath' it should prove to be interesting. Once we wrap up the royal dinner we can move onto the next part of the story and leave this entire mess behind us. I always assumed Czenovia was Atheist, but if someone wants to delve into the religious aspect of the world please feel free. -Shy[/size]

[quote name='indifference'][COLOR="Indigo"]I'd like to bring up a concern that I have right about now, and that's how the socializing going on here is in my opinion, dragging out to the point where it's bogging the rpg down. I mean seriously. We have 130+ posts and haven't even gotten through three days in the actual story line of the rpg. To be frank it's kind of boring and tedious since it feels like we aren't going anywhere. I'll spell it out... I had an idea that I wanted to include but I "[B]have to wait until after the dinner[/B]" (how many dinners will there be?!) We can still have the social aspect but we need to be free to push time forward more. I feel that this is a legitimate concern because I find it tedious how that aspect weights so heavily into the rpg at this point. And to be blunt, it's starting to get boring as well.[/COLOR][/QUOTE][size=1]Given the Victorian setting, spcializing and politics are going to play very heavily into the RPG. I think that much can't be helped, but I do understand your concerns and I'll try to address them while I'm still coherent. At least to me, I feel like the story has moved forward a great deal. This might be because I have a better idea of where things are headed, or simply because I'm more comfortable with the slower pace, I dunno. Obviously some of the characters have been pushed to the sidelines, but I think that's as much the player's fault as anything else. I have some ideas about what to do with Harrison and Victoria Ann later on, though, which should be fun. The dinners don't bother me because they are one of the few times that all of the characters get together, so it's interesting to see their interactions after the day's events. Tonight's 'dinner' with the Almagests really isn't very significant, though, so if you want to skip past the family dinner and do whatever that's fine. We can push the story forward a week, but that seems kind of arbitrary. But yes, maybe we'll start the story a few days into the future, immediately after Leonhart's funeral. Hopefully that helps somewhat. -Shy [b]Edit:[/b] As for my need for the timeline to fit up perfectly, I can't help it. It's a pet peeve of mine, and I think the story flows much better when everyone's posts are more or less set at the same time.[/size]

[size=1]Just a quick note to [b]Malkav[/b], [b]Cyriel[/b] and [b]Muse[/b]: I have the worst cold ever, and no longer have the mental capacity to write an RPG post. I imagine I'll be better after the weekend, but I would very much like to see the Dynasts' dinner carry on without my participation. I've spoken to each one of you in some broad details about my ideas for it, so if you can include any of those within your posts please feel free. Let me know if you have any questions, and I'll do my best to answer them. Now I need to go to work. Ugh. -Shy[/size] :animesigh

[size=1]There a lot of factors that could have pushed people to vote for Obama rather than Clinton. Of course, at this point in the race it may also be in Hillary's best interest to appear trail behind right now. The national media is giving Barack Obama so much attention right now that voter fatigue is inevitable, especially since he isn't saying anything of subtance. (Change is not a message!) Obama needs to make his viewpoint clear to the American people while they still care. The real loser of New Hampshire was Edwards. Unless he can turn around his campaign before the Big 20 primaries he's screwed. Clinton's campaign will pick up a lot of steam once Edwards is officially out of the race, since she's much more of an 'establishment' Democrat that Obama is. -Shy[/size]

[size=1][indent][center][img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/ladybavariaavatar.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/jackavatar.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/morphiaavatar.jpg[/img][/center] The Deacons’ carriage rocked violently as it crawled up the hill towards the family home of Thorinine. Not as large or as beautiful as Rosengard, the small estate rested comfortably in the shadow of the Mirror Palace. It had belonged to the Deacons for generations, and although it did not contain the luxuries she had grown accustomed to in her travels, Lady Bavaria still thought of it as home. She peered out the window at the home’s spires and brickwork, her eyes misting slightly. So much time had passed since she last spent a night in her own bed; with Leonhart’s death Rosengard seemed more like a graveyard than ever. [i]A night with my family will do me some good,[/i] Bavaria thought to herself, [i]I only hope I can hold myself together for a bit longer.[/i] “[b]Are you sure that you’ll be up for dinner tonight?[/b]” Agron asked, “[b]You must be exhausted…[/b]” Bavaria sighed, “[b]I’ll be alright.I know that it would break your heart if we stood up the Dynasts, and it may prove a worthwhile distraction from my troubles.[/b]” Jack held his sister’s hand tightly, “[b]Just let us know if you want to leave. We’ll be out before the old King knows what happened.[/b]” The carriage pulled up to the large iron doors of the Thorinine house and a handful of elderly servants approached. Each graciously welcomed Lady Bavaria, Jack and Agron, bowing and curtsying as much as their old bones would allow them. Morphia sat on the from steps, petting her fluffy white house cat as she waited for her siblings. She wore a beautiful black silk gown, and draped herself in a simple purple shawl. It was obvious that she was ready for dinner, and had been waiting for some time. At her side was her mother, Lady Odilie, wearing a conservative black number adorned with an exorbitant amount of jewels. “[b]It’s about time you arrived,[/b]” she said curtly, “[b]We have been waiting here for nearly an hour.[/b]” “[b]A pleasure to see you too, mother,[/b]” Jack replied with a grin, “[b]Just let me change into a fresh coat and we’ll be right off.[/b]” Morphia embraced her sister tightly, “[b]Are you okay? When I heard the news I couldn’t believe--[/b]” “[b]Enough, sister,[/b]” Bavaria said sheepishly as she patted Morphia on the back, “[b]I’ve heard enough condolences to last a lifetime already. Let us hop into the carriage and get this evening over with.[/b]” The girl nodded, “[b]I’ll meet you at the Palace then, I only need to make a quick stop.[/b]” “[b][I]A stop!?[/I][/b]” Jack asked, “[b]I can’t imagine the Dynasts are very eager to feed us in shifts.[/b]” “[b]Oh hush, brother! Mother and Father have been so eager to marry me off, it was their suggestion that I bring a gentleman for the evening.[/b]” Lady Bavaria smiled, “[b]A suitor? Oh Morphia, you’re growing up so quickly, I can hardly believe it![/b]” “[b]It’s quite amazing, isn’t it?[/b]“ Lady Odilie replied as she nodded, “[b]We’re all very eager to find out about Morphia’s mystery date tonight.[/b]” “[b]Is it anyone I know?[/b]” “[b]Well Bavaria, in a loose sense, yes...[/b]” Morphia said as she stepped inside of the carriage, “[b]He’s proven quite fascinating so far, I only hope you approve.[/b]” “[b]As long as they treat you well, sister. That‘s all that matters.[/b]” “[b]Thank you, Bavaria! I‘ll see you tonight then,[/b]” Morphia said as she waved from the carriage, “[b]Driver, make haste![/b]” In an instant Morphia’s carriage disappeared down the road, a trail of dust following her closely behind as it headed down the hill. Lady Odilie turned her attention to Bavria, eyeing her dress carefully. “[b]Oh dear, I know I‘m not your mother, but perhaps you should change your attire to something less provocative. After all, The Dynasts are nothing if not old-fashioned.[/b]” “[b]Lady Odilie, this dress was a gift from an Estates’ General in Anova. As you might know, red is a traditional color of mourning in parts of the Old Globe.[/b]” “[b]Very well then,[/b]” she replied as she smacked Jack across the back of the head with her fan, “[b]You however, young man, have much to answer for. I’ve sent a wire to every prison camp on this continent trying to find you..![/b]” "[b]I told her not to bother,[/b]" Agron said dryly as he adjusted his necktie, "[b]We could make do with just the other two children...[/b]" At that moment another carriage pulled up to the doors. Their transportation to the Mirror Palace had arrived.[/size][/indent]

[size=1]I'm very fortunate that I live in a part of the world that people want to visit on a regular basis. Thanks to this (and my own travels) I have managed to meet a number of OB-ers over the years: Juuthena, Babygirl, Solo Tremaine, Nerdsy, Raiha and a couple of others. Each experience was a lot of fun, and I've always been careful enough to make sure that I didn't have a bad experience. Despite our obvious personality conflicts, Raiha and I have become good friends in real life as a result of meeting from online. She lives only a short drive from my house, so we end up hanging out on a somewhat regular basis. -Shy[/size]

[size=1]I think that if adding new players into the mix isn't a possibility then it would be best to change the format of the game somehow. The Ragnarok made a noble attempt to do this with the introduction of the points system, but ultimately that proved to be just as flawed as 'every character gets a card every round.' Everything seemed to subjective, and out of the players' hands. Rather than receiving cards from the Game Master at a set time, maybe players could give Death Cards to one another! So, the Game Master would hand out a random assortment of cards to each surviving character at certain points, and then the controlling player would 'give' the cards to another character anonymously. This would create more tension, since at least initially nobody would be certain which player they are handing off their cards to. Also, you never know if the player you handed your cards to is going to turn around and use them to kill your characters. Anyway, I'm kind of just rambling here. For the record, I really enjoyed using live-action characters rather than anime-inspired ones. -Shy[/size]

[size=1]Just a quick reminder that Lady Bavaria will not be present for the Almagests dinner. She has a most eventful meeting with the Dynasts, which will give us our first glimpse into how the royal family of Czenovia operates. Morphia and Jack are welcome (and expected) to attend, of course, but the others will be forced to eat in Rosengard and speculate on what changes Lady Bavaria's presence might bring. [center][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/gadgetgerrault2avatar.jpg[/IMG][/center] Also it appears that Gadget/Gerrault had undergone a radical makeover. As a result the character's posting avatar has been changed, so please make sure to use the current one from now one. The cast of characters listing will reflect this as well. -Shy[/size]

[quote name='Aaryanna_Mom']The Underdogs? This rpg is moving so quickly that if it's been explained that they are the group that left the message during the party I missed it. Perhaps someone could bring me up to speed on that? Or will that be explained later?[/QUOTE][size=1]Some players were given information on portions of the story in advance, since it dirrectly impacted their characters. More information about the Underdogs will be revealed in the next Chronicle, which you should expect tomorrow or Monday. I should also note that Aunt Harriet made her first formal appearance in my latest post. The idea is that she is terribly ill (we haven't specified the illness yet, feel free) and that it prevents her from taking a very active role within the family. Also, my post suggests that she and Lady Bavaria are friends of some sort. Drama! Sorry about the confusion. :whoops: -Shy[/size]

[size=1][indent][center][img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/damegrimalkinavatar.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/ladybavariaavatar.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/henryavatar.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/harriet-chronicle.jpg[/img][/center] The sun hung low over Mount Grail when a lone horse-drawn carriage approached the Rosengard estate. Armed guards surrounded the complex, each watching the vehicle carefully as it made its’ slow climb up the hill towards to the front gates. Few would suspect the simple carriage contained the most famous widow in Czenovia, nor that she would change the Almagest family forever. Lady Bavaria, second and current wife to Leonhart Almagest, looked out the window of the carriage, clearly bored. It had taken many long hours for the woman to reach High Czenoble from the Anovan capitol, and even on her private airship she found herself showered with unwanted sympathy and condolences once the news broke. She assumed that Rosengard would be no different, and judging from the flower arrangements strung along the road that certainly seemed to be the case. At her side was her father, the Dynast King’s trusted advisor Agron Deacon. The accident at Prometheo Labs had resulted in hours of private meetings and discussions for the Dynast King, but Agron had managed to pull himself away from the Mirror Palace long enough to be with his daughter. “[b]How is King Prosperous, father?[/b]” Barvaria asked as she withdrew a compact mirror from her handbag, fixated on her own image as she spoke, “[b]Has his health improved since I was last in Czenovia?[/b]” Agron shook his head, “[b]He is not well, I’m afraid. The Tribunal has continued to pressure Mideus to select an appropriate heir while he is still able. However, he insists that he is the only one who can lead Czenovia out of its current crises.[/b]” “[b]And what will happen if an heir is not chosen before his death?[/b]” The old man paused before letting out a sly grin. “[b]Anarchy.[/b]” The carriage made its’ way through the gates of Rosengard, stopping at the entrance of the manor. A small army of servants approached the coach, each bowing gracefully as Lady Bavaria stepped out, Lady Bavaria’s sense of fashion seemed unaffected by her recent tragedy; rather than a traditional black gown she had selected a revealing red ensemble for the evening, complete with stiletto heels and a matching hat. Dame Grimalkin, Henry and Daedalus' wife Harriet watched from the Great Hall as Lady Bavaria and her father entered the building. “[b]I only hope we’ve done enough to please the witch,[/b]” Henry whispered as a pair of servants rushed by with Lady Bavaria’s luggage. “[b]Watch your tongue, Henry,[/b]” Dame Grimalkin snapped, “[b]With the master gone this entire estate now belongs to that… [I]aristocrat[/I]. It would do us all some good if we showed her a warm welcome.[/b]” "[b]There is nothing to worry about, you've done a grand job caring for Rosengard and should be proud.[/b]" Harriet said warmly. Given her illness, she had spent much of her day resting, but felt it neccessary to greet the Deacons, "[b]I can't wait to hear of her travels throughout the New Globe.[/b]" Lady Bavaria’s entourage walked across the Great Hall, stopping briefly to admire the décor, “[b]I must say, Anna, you’ve done an amazing thing with Rosengard. Only you could transform one of the most beautiful homes in the New Globe into a mausoleum.[/b]” Gritting her teeth, Dame Grimalkin bowed respectfully, “[b]Welcome to Rosengard, Lord Deacon and Lady Almagest. Your quarters are as you left them during your last visit. Please allow me the pleasure to assist you with anything, should you request it.[/b]” “[b]There will be no need,[/b]” she replied as she waved her hand dismissively, “[b]I will only be here briefly today. My father and I have arranged dinner with the Dynasts tonight.[/b]” "[b]Oh how lovely![/b]" Harriet said, "[b]The Mirror Palace is simply beautiful during this time of year.[/b]" "[b]That it is, old friend,[/b]" Bavaria replied as she embraced Harriet tightly, "[b]How is your health keeping, dear?[/b]" "[b]Some days are better than others, but it is nothing compared to the pain you must be going through...[/b]" “[b]We’ve only come to inspect the grounds,[/b]” Agron added, [b]My daughter will be organizing the arrangements for Leonhart’s funeral, and there was some question as to whether they were presentable given the current inhabitants.[/b]” Henry glared, "[b]With all due respect, Lord Deacon, I assure you that Rosengard is as in as fine a condition as it was when Lord Celcius first constructed it.[/b]" "[b]Please, boy. Allow one with a trained eye to make the final judgement,[/b] he paused, eyeing Henry curiously, "[b]Who did you saw you were again?[/b]" "[b]I apologize for the child's remarks, sir. He meant no disrespect,[/b]" Anna pleaded, “[b]If I may then, I‘d like to return to the kitchen and finish preparations for tonight’s meal.[/b]” “[b]Be off then, Anna,[/b]” Lady Bavaria said coldly, “[b]I have much that I would like to catch up on with Harriet, and I have such very little time to do so.[/b]”[/size][/indent]

[quote name='Sandy']Eh? Shy and Raiha, do our posts go together? I'm a bit confused, since they all take quite a different approach on the same scene. :/ I'm just wondering whether they were written at the same time, that's all. What's your take on the scene?[/QUOTE][size=1]I edited my post to make them transition a little better into one another, so hopefully that helps. Fauntleroy has some suspicions about Gadget, but he'll be much too busy to give him very much attention. I imagine Vincent, and others will do much of the detective work and get to the bottom of this mystery! -Shy[/size]

[size=1][b]What is it?[/b] [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=57362]Guide to Becoming an Internet Superstar at OtakuBoards - An Essay[/url] [b]Why was it Nifty?[/b] This thread was kind of like an anti-Nifty Fifty in the sense that it glorified a lot of OB cliches that have always plagued the site (and always will plague the site.) Even if they're terribly annoying, it's nice to have a comprehensive list of these archtypes for future generations to exploit. Plus, Dead's tongue-in-cheek humor is always worth a nod. [b]What is it?[/b] Utah [b]Why was it Nifty?[/b] In addition to being the 45th state of the union, the Beehive State is home to several of the year's most noteworthy members. Sunfall, indifference, Rachmaninoff, Aaryanna and Mom have time and again proven their value to the community with their positive attitudes, keen intellects and strong writing ability. Their posts provide much needed stability to a community that is constantly rocked by drama of all sorts. [b]What is it?[/b] Naps the Cat and Ultra-Fun [b]Why was it Nifty?[/b] Originally created as a joke, Naps the Cat went on to become a martyr. His banning, the result of a language barrier, proved incredibly controversial and led to several radical changes to the site's rules. Following Naps' banning James posted a site-wide announcement reminding the community that it was okay for them to enjoy themselves on OB. Fun may be dead, but Ultra-Fun will live on forever. [b]What was it?[/b] [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=57242]Hentai and Bigger Stuff![/url] [b]Why was it Nifty?[/b] Easily the most controversial thread of the year (and the largest Suggestions thread of all time,) Raiha created a heated debate about the merits of hentai and larger signatures. Almost immediately the thread caught fire, and soon the entire site was arguing about the subject. Other stes would have closed the topic immediately, but OB's willingness to entertain these kinds of suggestions is what makes it great. [b]What was it?[/b] [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=57263]Movie Limericks[/url] [b]Why was it Nifty?[/b] [strike]Even though she rarely posts, Sara continues to create the most original, creative and clever threads on the boards.[/strike] She actually stole this idea from another forum, but you weren't clever enough to steal it, were you? [b]What was it?[/b] Nerdsy [b]Why was it Nifty?[/b] Otaku Historian Nerdsy has brought smiles to children of all ages. He's kind of like an evolved version of Digitalboy, because he posts constantly but doesn't annoy anyone. More to follow, as always. -Shy[/size]

[size=1][indent][center][img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/gadgetavatar.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/maceyellen-chronicle.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/fauntleroy-chronicle.jpg[/img][/center] After stopping for a moment, Fauntleroy decided to follow his sister back into her bedroom. Evevn though she had volunteered to investigate the mystery behind the photograph, there were still many more unanswered questions that demanded explanation. "[b]What a day![/b]" he heard Macey utter to Gadget as walked down the hall, "[b]I doubt we'll be able to get anything done.[/b]" As he entered the room he caught the attention of her assistant, the young boy, Gadget. They had eaten dinner together the night before, but few words were exchanged. The child spent much of his evening wolfing down everything on his plate, it was if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. In addition to his appetite, there was something about Macey’s newfound “assistant” that struck him as odd. “[b]I hate to be so forward,[/b]” Fauntleroy said with an eyebrow raised in suspicion, “[b]But I’m very curious about where this new assistant came from.[/b]” Macey rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed, “[b]I’ve told you, I’ve told everyone. Gadget is paramount to my work.[/b]” “[b]It’s hard to believe you would still bother to work at all, after your experience yesterday.[/b]” “[b]I’m a little sore, but I’ll be fine. Father would have wanted us to carry on his research.[/b]” “[b]Nor is it easy to believe that a perfectionist such as yourself would ever agree to having an assistant. I remember you forcing Eva out of your bedroom when you were attending CHAOS, demanding that she give you complete privacy. Could so much have changed since then?[/b]” "[b]Much has changed, Fauntleroy. More than even I'm willing to admit.[/b]" Macey turned towards to her enormous bookshelf, filled with volumes on potionism and human anatomy. She withdrew an especially large tome from the shelf and began thumbing through it. Several beads of sweat dripped from her brow as she read. “[b]I know you don’t have the knack for alchemy that I do, so I can’t expect you to understand. You see, my research is the driving force in my life,[/b]” she locked eyes with her brother as she spoke, “[b]Even when I was a little girl I have always known that this is my first love.[/b]” “[b]I suppose that’s true. Do you recall when you would sit on father’s lap, playing with that stethoscope Aunt Harriet had given you?[/b]” “[b]It seems like a lifetime ago, but yes,[/b]“ Macey replied drly. Her cold eyes remained intensely focused on her sibling, “[b]But after so many years of focus, such devices seem unnecessary…[/b]” “[b]What?[/b]” “[b]Oh, it’s just a slip of the tongue, brother. Forgive me, for my thoughts are still scattered after yesterday.[/b]” Macey placed her book back on the shelf, and wiped her forehead with a handkerchief. Suddenly she reached for her chest as she collapsed to the floor in pain. Gadget rushed to the girl’s aid, lifting her head up gently as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Fauntleroy called out for a servant immediately, and crouched down on the ground beside her. “[b]Macey Ellen! Are you alright?![/b]”[/size][/indent]

[size=1][b]Raiha:[/b] Freud would have a field day with you, my dear. [b]Gavin:[/b] No worries. Anyway, expect the next Chronicle up in the coming days, focusing on Czenovia's very secretive resistance movement. What connection do they have to the alchemist kidnappings? One can only speculate for now! -Shy[/size]

[size=1]Just a quick note to [b]Malkav[/b]. Being gifted in alchemy does not neccessarily equate to having superpowers. I'm referring, of course, to Jack's ability to produce flame with the snap of his fingers. While I don't really object to this power, it should be stressed that this is the exception and not the rule. Alchemists have the power to manipulate [i]science[/i] in such a way as to do the impossible; they can't simply wave their hands and make weapons appear. If Jack is going to explore this power in the future, I would expect that doing so could create a tremendous strain on his body. It should be treated as a side effect to his alchemy specialty (whatever that is. Airships, I presume) and little more. Everyone should be careful not to expand their character's alchemy skills into, well... godmodding. We've kept the specifics of alchemy intentionally vague so far, but if anyone needs clarification feel free to ask. Sorry to sound nit-picky. -Shy[/size] :whoops:

[center][img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/fauntleroy-chronicle.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/dawlish-chronicle.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/marieevangeline-chronicle.jpg[/img][/center][indent][size=1]Even during his meal the servants were hurredly redecorating the estate to mourn Leonhart's passing, a sight that echoed his mother's death in many ways. The breakfast table was quiet, as Eva, Dawlish and Fauntleroy were the only ones eating. Dawlish tried to distract himself with the latest issue of The Chronicle, as Eva struggled to maintain her composure. Fauntleroy felt like he needed to say something to lighten to mood; but iltimately couldn't find the words. "[b]... I went to Magitech's office in town,[/b]" Dawlish said in between bites of his toast, "[b]But by the time I got there word of the accident had spread. They closed up before I had the chance to speak to anyone.[/b]" Fauntleroy nodded, "[b]I'm sorry to hear that. You know if there's anything I can do to help you, please let me know.[/b]" "[b]I'm just looking for answers, Fauntleroy. If your suspicions are right, then that means someone was responsible for what happened all those years ago...[/b]" He stared down at his injured leg, "[b]...Maybe I wouldn't have to live my life as a cripple. It doesn't seem fair.[/b]" "[b]Nothing is fair, Dawlish![/b]" Eva shouted as she rose to her feet. She was wearing a midnight black gown once belonging to her mother, "[b]How can you even talk about these... [i]theories[/i] of yours while your family is in mourning?[/b]" Fauntleroy reached for his sister's hand, but she pulled away, "[b]Eva![/b]" "[b]I'm sorry to get so upset -- but there's point in chasing ghosts around. The both of you need to learn to grow up...[/b]" Eva placed her napkin on the table and walked away. Fauntleroy and Dawlish exchanged a glance. "[b]It's not that I don't care, Fauntleroy. It just doesn't seem real is what it is.[/b]" "[b]I-- I know.[/b]" "[b]Your father was a good man, he didn't deserve this...[/b]" Dawlish whispered slammed his fist against the table in anger, "[b]None of us deserve this.[/b]" After breakfast Fauntleroy decided to hide himself in his bedroom so that he could catch up on his work for The Chronicle. Due to the circumstances of the day, Fonty hadn’t managed to finish his article on time. [I]Another missed deadline,[/I] he thought to himself, [I]Maybe Eva is right.[/I] Beatriste’s strong words had stuck with him from the night before. If he had only known the children were with him he never would have bothered with his trip in the first place. His sister knew this all too well, but Fauntleroy suspected that she was just looking for someone to pin her anger to. Father’s death had been a shock to everyone, but it still hadn’t entirely sunken in. Fauntleroy wondered if what he felt was denial, or just indifference. Even though they had lived in such close proximity, the two hadn’t spoken in years. In fact, if he had been asked just two days earlier, he would have replied that Leonhart Almagest was dead to him already. Fauntleroy thought carefully about these things as he sat in the photographic darkroom he had built in his large closet. His finest camera, not to mention his steam car, had been destroyed during the rioting; he was fortunate to have any photographs at all, even if they were taken with his mother’s older model. As the prints developed under candlelight Fauntleroy noticed something strange in one of the photographs. While most of the photographs were clearly of New Czenoble, the rioters and the Celcius Complex, there was one image he couldn’t recall taking. Slowly a vague, silhouetted figure materialized on the white paper, revealing his father, bound by the wrists in some sort of cellar. “[b]What?[/b]” Leonhart Almagest, along with several other older men, seemed to be held captive. If this strange image was taken by his mother it would have been decades old, but given that it featured Leonhart’s signature gray hair that seemed impossible! “[b]If I didn’t take the photo, where did it come from?[/b]”[/size][/indent]

[quote name='Gavin'][SIZE="1"]Just to clear something up Sandy/Josh, when is Lady Bavaria expected back at Rosengard ? I know we said "soon" but, just how soon is soon ? I'm asking because I'm thinking of having Daedalus make a little sojourn to the High Academy for a confrontation with Moebius. I know Catherine will already give him a chewing out over it, but I feel Daedalus will try to protect the new found father-on bond he has with Harrison.[/SIZE][/QUOTE][size=1]Lady Bavaria is expected at any moment, but there should be one or two more posts from myself before she makes her introduction. There will be plenty of time left in the day to interact with Bavaria, so you (or anyone else) should be able to run an errand or two before returning to Rosengard. -Shy[/size]

[size=1]I thought Sunfall's post was okay because even though a handful of alchemists are disappearing, there may be others who have gone into hiding for [i]fear of being kidnapped.[/i] Also, someone has to be responsible for these disappearances. It's likely that some of the kidnappers would disappear to avoid capture (ironically, the general public would assume that they have been kidnapped as well.) So yeah, I understand eveyrone's concern but I think Sunfall's post still works within the context of the story. As long as we keep it established that only prominent alchemists are disappearing, and not everyone, it should be okay. -Shy[/size]