You know you are always free to speak up, dear, if you object to something.

As you are a minor, the ultimate decision rests with the Queen. Though I am sure she will not make that decision without taking your feelings into account.

argh that statement will not help your case.....

What's the point of going on a date?

It'll only hurt whoever gets rejected... >_< I don't want THAT...

Too blunt?

The Chancellor apologizes. That is his style, however.

You do realize, dear, that it will still hurt someone even without the date.

Rejection and disappointment are a part of life. The Princess must accept this fact if she wants to rule effectively when her time comes.

You don't say... and it is that same bluntness that has wounded the Princess time and again...

I want to avoid even more pain to whoever does not win, Mother... a date'll make him more attached and... you know...

personally the vizier likes the chancellor's style, but as an advisor of the court and our people i have to say that was not so much with the wise

The Vizier is referring to himself in the third person now? Clearly, he does like the Chancellor's style.

Refinement is required in this court...

I must admit that I like your style as well, but like my dear Vizier has mentioned, it's at times not wise to be as blunt as you are. Perhaps if you sharpen your bluntness by adding that touch of wisdom, it would do much good in the future.

(please pardon the pun . . . )

Indeed... and soften the blow of bluntness against the Princess' heart which has bled so often for the Chancellor...

If it is a sacrifice the Chancellor must make, then he will make it.

What proof have I that you will honor that promise of yours, my Lord?

remember that all sacrifices required that the proper paperwork be filled out and are only to be done at government sactioned altars....

oh you meant metaphorically.... well keep that other stuff in mind just in case.

Has the Chancellor not come through on his promises to improve the standard of living in his fiefdom? Has he not consistently handled his post with honor and distinction? Has he not made the most prudent decisions in foreign policy matters? If these do not sufficiently provide precedent for the Princess to base her opinion on this matter, then he is sorry, but there is no proof that he can offer beyond his most solemn of words.

*shakes head* Did I not say tha tI trust your loyalty to my Mother...? I spoke of "other" proof which only a true lover gives...

You make me laugh, so much.


The Chancellor drives a hard bargain. But is the Princess not looking for proof of your loyalty to her instead of the queendom?

Has the Chancellor had the proper chances to give such proof? That is the question you must ask yourself.

"Proper"...? That word is so out of the question, my Lord... "improper" is the correct term...

A good point...And you shall have that chance Chancellor as I need to retire for the night. I do wish all of thee a good night. *bowes a little to the Queen, then gives Bacon an acknowledgling nod. He then waves to the grand Vizer. Then upon looking to the Princess a small smile comes across his features. Wihtout a moment more, he leaves the room*

'proper' in the quantitative sense, rather than the qualitative, milady.

Then I will grant you the chance, Chancellor. You may try your hand at wooing the Princess now while the Prince is away.

*kisses her hand to the Prince* Sleep well, my Prince...

Quantity is not what I look for, my dear Chancellor... More of pure love, really...

Unfortunately, the Chancellor is quite weary right now and lacks the energy for a proper wooing. It would be best for him to take his leave as well, and rest up so he may bring his A-game, so to speak.

Good night to you then, Chancellor. Let it be known that you can have all the chances in the world from this moment on until the Princess makes her final decision.

*allows the Chancellor to kiss her hand in dismissal* Good night, my Lord... I look forward to seeing you tomorrow...

*lovingly looks at the new letter the Prince has sent*

he has time to write letter but yet has not rewritten his proposal? if he would only finish his proposal perhaps this could be over soon.....

Hmm . . . perhaps that may be so, but it wouldn't be such good news to the Chancellor.

*A small man with glasses appears out of nowhere*

Sergeant Major Cain Fury: Then I put 10000 cenz on the unlikely outcome of the entire thing being cancelled!!!

*he disappears*

Fury's adorable. Anyhow . . . I suppose this will be a matter for yet another day. For now, I must retire, as I feel quite spent. I bid you all good night. *bows*

HE HE HE

i missed this over the wkend!

I love u guys !

*stumbles into the now empty throne room, bruised and covered in scratches, her clothes torn, and drops to her knees on the floor, too tired to go any further*

my queen...this one has returned from the rising conflict in the north...and the news this one brings is...not.......good.........

*collapses on the floor and passes out from exhaustion*

*nusing hagane back to helth*

Wot hapened to you?

*enters the throne room munching on a bagel. sees tokage. drops bagel and runs over*

MAJOR!!!

*Armstrong comes running in*

take care of the exorcist. ensure that she recieves medical attention immediately i will head to the north and find out what exactly is going on. tell the queen that i will be in contact as soon as i can and that she should have captain ninja lead a strke team into the north as well.

*fades out*

The captain will be informed of the latest happenings, and a sufficient amount of men will be dispatched. And where have the healers gone?

Crap, I didn't realize there were so many women here... not that it's a bad thing.

Say, anyone need a mercinary?(since you guys are role-playing)

*awakens as armstrong lifts her to move her to another location, and brushes him away, kneeling on the ground, her head bowed* sir, please, this one will be all right, it was more exhaustion than injury...but do not allow the vizier to go to the north unprepared else he may end up in a far worse condition than this one did.

*rises slwoly and holds her left arm, tho no injury is visible, and looks to the queen*

highness, you may be better off sending healers along with whomoever heads that way, this one fears they will need it more than she does. this one cannot say for certain whether the homonculi have had their hands in the pot, but the trouble brewing north reeks of them. an army of chimera--not unlike this one--stood at the northern border, and when this one implored right to pass, they refused it. they said they could not allow even a fellow chimera to place foot on the ground there, for fear of disturbing the 'plan'.

when this one attemtped entry regardless, they attacked. this one was able to hold them off long enough to see a structure in the distance, with smoke rising from its rooftop...as if something were being manufactured. but there were too many for this one to keep at bay for long... this one was forced to retreat... *bows* forgive the unsuccessful mission, majesty, this is all this one can tell you...

*points* at least allow this one to replace the vizier's bagel...

Oh dear, I must apologize for my absence. There has been so many things going on with the Queendom and has gone by so fast that my time schedule didn't allow me to keep up. So I request a summary of your past actions and/or any major that have happened while I was away. I'm sorry to be a burden.

Ditto-eth

@Ailuro: Salutations!

More people are always welcome. You're hired.

tokage: Please rest now, you have done enough. Healers will be sent to accompany the forces posthaste.

Ailuro & Udon: All I can really tell you for now is that there are invasions taking place in various parts of the country, particularly in the villages near the outskirts.

*enters into the throne room, prepared for battle*

I'm sorry I'm late, but I have heard that a battle is waging. Tell me where I shall go and I'll support your side, no questions asked. Whether your in need of a knightress or summoner, I shall perform the task given to me.

mistress aya: Since most of the army with enough training has been assigned to take care of the recent invasions, the remaining troops should be trained even more, at a more rapid pace, if you are up to the task of such training.

Though I am of no army, aye, I shall take up training as you wish. It is always good for the body of a warrior anyways. So, as you wish, your Highness. *bows her head and her torso towards Quistis in respects*

someone, give me a recap of the last 5 pages.

Nothing much to recap, really, dear Thieves. The Princess is still a little undecided on her suitor, and the Chancellor has been given chances to try his hand at wooing her yet again. Also, there are the myriad of invasions.

*from outside of the castle comes a loud banging sound. all of the sudden, The Gate appears. its doors fly open, out comes the vizier. black tentacles wrap around him, attempting to pull him back in.*

GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!

*a blue orb of energy appears in each hand. he turns and throws them into the gate, inhuman screams emanate from within. The Gate slams shut and disappears. the vizier walks over to the nearest wall and sits down against it. he pulls a flask and a cigerrete case out from his robes*

damn that sucked....

Oh, dear . . . Vizier, what were you doing in the Gate?

*looks up and see the queen*

some unsavory character tried to send me through it during my investigation. though i did find some clues as to where these invaders from the north are from. but i will have to confirm them by goin through my personal records.... right after i rest for a second though, my queen...

*smiles and drifts off into unconsciousness*