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Post by vierre on Aug 26, 2009 16:40:40 GMT -5
Vierre stopped, his hand already partially extended out for the bag, as the young, spirited princess hissed and snatched her messenger bag tightly to herself. The Captain of the First Division sighed slightly. He didn’t want to be her enemy. He truly didn’t. He was still Britannian after all, even if he found himself in the company of the Black Knights. Besides, unless proven otherwise, he highly doubted that this young lady was responsible for the reproachable behaviour exhibited by most other nobles, even if she was one of the Princesses sitting near the top of it all.
“No.” The Princess turned her head away, stubborn and defiant. Vierre blinked. He recognized the response. Just for a moment, he could see his sister giving him the same treatment. They were probably even about the same age. At the time, which seemed like a whole other life now, his sister had been tremendously upset over the fact that he was being assigned to a unit stationed in Area 11, tasked with “protecting the interests of Britannia”. This was the politically correct way of saying that they were to wipe out the myriad of insurgent groups that were boiling tumultuously beneath the surface of society since the re-taking of Japan. Vierre’s sister had been down right furious, and upon Vierre’s insistence that he could not change his orders, she briskly shut down communication in a fashion very similar to what the Third Princess had just done. The messenger bag was a bit of a sensitive matter apparently.
“For your information, Ayame does not like being called ‘Princess,’ ‘Your Majesty,’ or other such titles…”
“Hmm?” Vierre glanced at Lucien. “Did I say something of the sort?” Oddly enough, he was being entirely honest. He had not realized in the slightest that he had addressed the Princess formally. He turned back to her. She was still hugging the bag close, but he caught the sight of her making a face at him. Clearly she was not taking this seriously, and was without any resemblance of fear. Admirable really, he thought. Vierre could only assume that the Princess was, in fact, enjoying her captivity, or at the very least intrigued by it. Perhaps even excited by the danger? A mental chuckle. He could appreciate a Princess like that. And if it were the case, then things were fortunate. It was so much better dealing with hostages that didn’t bawl their eyes out while screaming over and over and over how they were going to die.
“I’m sorry Prin-” Vierre shut his mouth quickly, smiled, then tried again. “I’m sorry… Ayame. I assumed that most royalty preferred the fancy titles. Wearing them as if fabulous gold spun clothing, no? ‘Yes, my Lord’, ‘Yes, your Majesty’, ‘Yes, your Highness’, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera,” he waved his hand in the air, rotating it in a circle as he listed off the examples, each one with more than a little playful exaggeration. “It must have become a bad habit for me in the military.” Normally he kept the fact that he was a former member of the Britannian military to himself, as there were a number of his current comrades within the Black Knights that probably wouldn’t have appreciated it.
“However,” Vierre continued, choosing to ignore the girl’s stubbornness for the sake of stubbornness. It was a clever, clever ruse, but he would not fall into the trap of games… as much fun as it might be. “The way the whole prisoner thing works, is that I wasn’t actually asking. I know, I know… hostage etiquette is such a peculiar thing.” Vierre eyed the empty box of Pocky. “ Really though, Prin- er… Ayame, there wouldn’t be much reason for me to take your bag away if I find nothing but chocolate covered sticks and the sort, right? In fact, it would be absolutely cruel of me to take away a perfectly good snack! Plus,” his voice dropped to a stage whisper. “A certain someone around here may or may not have a Pocky stash somewhere about that I could dip into to help replenish your supplies if you cooperate. Now true, it certainly could lead to my untimely death, but what’s living without a little risk, eh?” His eyes sparkled with the light of a questionable scheme.
“Do you really think the door would have been unlocked if I would have been doing something ‘inappropriate’?” Lucien asked him with a grin. “Don’t you remember? I made sure your door was locked the other night.”
“Ahh Lucien… I have told you many times, please don’t use my room when I am away. Besides, the dogs you bring in really don’t appreciate what you do to them,” Vierre retorted in good humour, returning the grin.
Vierre narrowed his eyes as Lucien leaned into the princess to whisper something in her ear. He titled an ear towards the two, trying to decipher what was being said, but with no luck. All he gathered was the evil grin creeping across the Princess’ lips. They conspired against him! His heart beat and his senses stood on edge. But for what?
“DARCY!”
Vierre also cringed at the sudden onslaught of torrential volume. He wasn’t expecting that, but he stifled a chuckle as the Commander-in-Chief burst into the room to be greeted by the sight of Lucien and Ayame. The look of surprise plastered across her face was probably not too unlike his own earlier. He politely returned her nod, inwardly glad that she had not heard him mention anything about the covert and unauthorized access of her Pocky stock. He ran his hand through his hair and stepped back, allowing Sakura to question the Parisian.
Vierre listened as the Britannian princess jumped into the conversation with her own account of things. Flytackle football? That was what all the scuffling and commotion was about? Of course, he had no idea what flytackle football was, but he had enough pieces that fit together to conjure up a decent guess. It might also have had something to do with the Princess’ evil grin earlier, he reasoned. That could have been embarrassing—the First Division Captain of the Black Knights being tackled, or more accurately, flytackled by the Third Princess of Britannia.
The door burst open once again. ‘Zero!’ The leader of the Black Knights had been absent and elusive for so long, and now made such a sudden return. The mask, the name… These alone were more powerful than any one man or woman alone, because they were symbols strengthened by the beliefs of the people. Vierre believed that not even the actual person within the suit could rival the influence of what would otherwise be mere objects. He found it to be a tantalizing concept.
“You’re shitting me. The Black Knights? I got kidnapped by the freaking Black Knights!? Jackpot!”
Vierre put his palm to his forehead again. He had purposely avoided any suggestion that they were the Black Knights. This had all the markings of a political disaster now. He moved back towards the Princess, standing behind her and a little to the side. He leaned over slightly and spoke quietly, “Ayame, far be it from me to be the one to suggest this, but now may not be the best time to be… overly excited.” He was glad she was in good spirits, but with Zero present the situation could take a turn for the worse with a single command. Deep down, he could not condone any harm to a member of the Britannian royalty that did not deserve it. Her taunting of the CEO of the Black Knights wasn’t necessarily the best or most productive decision either. Nonetheless, Vierre needed to force back a scowl as Zero flung Lucien away. Something seemed terribly hypocritical of Zero to treat a subordinate in such a manner. ‘…wretched little parasite…?’ It mirrored the reek of aristocratic elitism.
“Someone care to fill me in?”
Vierre had no answers for the girl. In truth, he was hoping for some answers as well.
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Sakura Shizuka
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Commander-in-Chief[M:419]
When the game is over, the King and Pawn go into the same box.
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Aug 26, 2009 16:49:43 GMT -5
Sakura continued to glare at Lucien, her grip on her sword not loosening in the slightest. She gave the hostage a quick glance. Well…the girl seemed to be ok. A slight frown etched her face. Too ok to be honest. Girl seemed quite at home there, on the playboy’s lap. Sakura’s eyes flittered over back to the redhead. As long as their darling little Darcy didn’t do anything extremely stupid, then all would be fine.
She hoped.
“Of course, Commander. Ayame and I have just been getting acquainted, and she was kind enough to teach me a game. I would be happy to demonstrate it for you.” Sakura felt her eye twitch. ‘Game.’ There were many images that came to mind when a certain flamboyant French playboy says the word ‘game.’ None of them being children friendly. Sakura felt her eye being round 2 of the infamous spazzing streak. A hand flew to the bridge of her nose and squeezed, trying to push back the headache.
“…that won’t be necessary, Dar-
“Yeah, yeah. It’s as Bishie-kun says…” Sakura’s eyes rolled up to look at the Third Princess, fingers still squeezing.
“…Bishie…kun?” She looked at Lucien’s ever-innocent face. And groaned. Bishie-kun? She dubbed the man Bishie-kun? “Lord grant me the serenity…” she muttered to herself, while mentally cursing herself for not bringing a cup of tea. She could use one right about now.
“…keeping me entertained, that is. I mean, that’s why he was sent down here, no? To make sure I didn’t die of boredom? And he got some edumacation out of it as well. Can you believe this dude had never heard of flytackle football? I nearly had a stroke, I swear.” Sakura continued to stare at the princess blankly as the girl ranted, a blank look on her face.
….she was the hostage, right? Sakura opened her mouth, but she couldn’t find the right words. So she shut it. She opened it again. Same thing happened. This happened about two more times before the young Commander finally spoke. “Fly…tackle…foot…ball?” she repeated weakly, the panging in her head becoming more and more prominent. She looked at Lucien, a ‘I demand an explanation later’ look on her face. For some reason she didn’t think there was an actual football involved in this little game.
Which made it all the more disturbing.
Another twang. “Ugh…” How she would kill for a cup of tea right about now…bad enough Zero was MIA and that they have a hostage (who happens to be a complete and utter freak!), but now-
"Sakura... tell me, why is it we have some french playboy, the third princess of britannia, and the two of them looking like they're rehearsing for 'Santa's little workshop'?"
“It’s ’Shizuka’ to y- Sakura paused mid-scold. Wait. That voice. Wasn’t that…
“You’re shitting me. The Black Knights? I got kidnapped by the freaking Black Knights!? Jackpot!” Zero. He was back. Just like that. Just waltzed in, acting as if nothing was wrong with being gone for god knows how long without telling her crap and just…being Zero. Sakura slowly turned around to see, sure enough, the leader of the Black Knights standing there. Complete with cape and mask.
Sakura felt her mouth drop, but nothing came out. Where was she to start? Should she welcome him back from wherever the hell he was? Should she demand an explanation as to where he went? Should she rebuke him for being a careless leader in the sense of just abandoning them and leaving the burden for her alone? Should she apologize for not being a capable Commander and failing in trying to keep everyone together? Should she…
So many question.
"Considering that we have only met in these last few minutes I find that highly unlikely. Also just because some fool inducted you in does not mean I recognize you as one of my knights, for I know your past you wretched little parasite."
So not the time.
Emerald eyes flew over to Zero, surprise mixed with anger evident on her face. What the hell? What the hell was the Zero on about? Calling Lucien a parasite…saying he doesn’t recognize him as one of his own. What the hell…
"Now if you value anything in your miserable life, you'll leave - now!" Sakura gritted her teeth, mentally trying to will herself calm.
“Ze-
“Oy. Zero-kun. That wasn’t cool, yo. Bishie-kun over there’s my flytackle buddy. Don’t go throwing him ‘round like some rag doll….” Sakura blinked in surprise as the Third Princess strode up to Zero and started to give the taller man a scolding. Was she…defending Lucien? Sakura’s eyes traveled from Lucien back to Ayame. And then back again. An eyebrow rose curiously. Just what kind of relationship did the two form in the time frame that they were alone together? A soft smile itched the corners of her mouth. That Darcy…making friends out of the weirdest of people. “Frankly, that redheaded chick with the sword scares the bejeebles out of me more than ya. You seem like a plushie in comparison. A big fluffy one…with extra stuffing…”
“I beg your pardon?” Redheaded chick? Was that referring to her? Sakura blinked twice. Well…she supposed she should take that as a compliment…shouldn’t she? Hm. She wasn’t sure.
“So yea. Anywhose, what the hell am I doing here anyways? I mean, I’ve been locked up for god knows how long and no one’s told me crap. I get I’m in the humble abode of the BKs and that odds are I’m gonna be used as leverage of some sort, but…Emo-san said something about me having info. This is where I blink and go ‘Hai?’. Someone care to fill me in?” Sakura blinked down at Ayame. Quite the chatterbox, wasn’t she? And she seemed so perfectly at home. Strange one…
Walking over to Zero, Sakura stopped in front of him, her arms folded across her chest. She stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a heavy sigh. “I do hope you realize that Anju-san has a toilet bomb waiting for you…’where the hell have you been?’ is what I want to ask, however…” Emerald eyes glanced down at the Princess. “…now is not the time for that. I will ask of you, however, to please treat Darcy with a little bit more respect. While his antics are quite…invasive and frankly somewhat annoying, the man has proved to be more than useful while you were gone. If you had been here, maybe you would have seen it for yourself.” Sakura shrugged lightly. “As for this one…” she pointed a finger to Ayame. “I was just informed that Captain Akuma brought her in. Apparently the girl has information regarding Anderson.” Sakura raised an eyebrow.
“Information we might need. ”
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Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy
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The world is full of pain. I want to control how I get hurt.
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Aug 27, 2009 0:10:46 GMT -5
More and more Lucien was liking the young Britannian princess they had in their presence. Sure he’d thought the girl would be entertaining (and she certainly hadn’t disappointed him on that front), but he hadn’t actually expected her to jump to his defense against Sakura. His beloved commander had practically accused him of molesting the poor girl. Now Lucien wouldn’t exactly say that her accusation was out of line, but he truthfully hadn’t expected her to come running in as she had. Vierre would have done just fine. They had come to an understanding, and the man even played Lucien’s game. He couldn’t ask for anything more… except to of course play Ayame’s game too. No need to get the certainly busy and tea craving commander involved.
While Sakura didn’t seem exactly pleased with the explanation he had provided her with despite Ayame’s own testimony, she seemed to have accepted it. …That or she just gave up. And judging by the look on the Commander in Chief’s face, Lucien was pretty sure it was the latter. He’d be giving a fuller explanation later.
For a man who had disappeared for several months, Zero seemed to be pretty confident that he could just simply step back into a role that for all intents and purposes, Sakura had been filling in his absence. Lucien was not biased in Sakura’s favor enough to say that they didn’t need Zero. The mask was a symbol. It was familiar. People supported the mask, not the person behind it. Lucien was pretty confident that (whether she’d want to or not) most of the Black Knights would follow Sakura’s lead. There was a reason that she was the Commander in Chief. People outside of their organization, however, would rather follow the symbol. So, yes, Zero was needed, but he was no infallible.
A coy smile curved Lucien’s lips as Zero gripped his hand. A display of force. Interesting, but Lucien had been held much tighter. "Considering that we have only met in these last few minutes I find that highly unlikely.” The dark tone that Zero chose to address him with just made Lucien’s grin grow. Trying to intimidate him? Trying to frighten him? Well, he could try all he liked but he wouldn’t get very far, and it certainly wasn’t going to dismay him from getting cozy with him in the future Lucien had much to teach him. “Also just because some fool inducted you in does not mean I recognize you as one of my knights, for I know your past you wretched little parasite."
‘For I know your past…’ Lucien missed a beat for a moment. His smile flickered; his eyes darkened. That was a very open statement that Lucien’s mind seemed intent on only processing one way. There was knowing his past, and there was knowing his past. To which the masked man was referring was something that Lucien would have to determine later. Gone for only a moment, Lucien’s grin returned, and his eyes glinted with amusement.
Zero was met with no resistance as he flung Lucien away from him, and the redhead caught himself against the table. No harm done. Ishtar had been treated rougher. This pup didn’t know how to play the game. "And who even gave you the authority to be down here? Or gave you that to dismiss the guards. I know the standard protocol for S-Class Hostages - I wrote it afterall." That brought a rich laugh from Ishtar’s lips. Very sure of himself, wasn’t he? Rather fond of his own voice too. Too bad about that distorted view of self importance. "Now if you value anything in your miserable life, you'll leave - now!" With a challenging smirk the redhead perched himself on the table again, crossing his legs.
There were so many fun ways to approach this, and while he considered which one he liked the best, the redhead was surprised that Ayame of all people came to his rescue first. The princess was yelling something about Zero being a plushie, and there was no hope that Ishtar was going to withhold his laughter. “A plushie? Cute. I can see it,” he said nodding his agreement. After the princess’ dramatic display, Ishtar wished he could have helped fill her in. “I would love to fill you in, Ayame, but as I’m sure His Highness Zero will be pleased to know, I don’t have that kind of information. I don’t have high enough clearance. I was here for what I told you: mutual entertainment.”
Green eyes turned then to their ‘fearless leader.’ “If you must know, I volunteered to come watch her. In case you hadn’t noticed, we were missing our ever important figure head who might have in my stead come down to speak with her,” Ishtar’s voice dripped with sarcasm and the challenging smirk never left his lips. “And instead of further burdening our saint of a second in command,” The sarcasm had left, “I thought I could help by keeping Ayame occupied until someone with the proper authority could come and question her.” Ishtar gave a lazy shrug of his shoulders. “You’ll have to forgive me for making such a considerate decision. I know such concern is against your protocol. You wrote it after all,” Ishtar added in the most mocking tone he could muster without laughing. “But if the guards were dismissed, it was certainly not on my order. They granted me access to the room. As far as I knew they were still at their post outside. If they’ve left since I arrived it was on their own accord or on someone else orders.” He gave the masked man another casual shrug. Absently he wondered how Zero knew there had been a guard initially, but if their leader had gotten his information from someone he should learn to always double check his sources before throwing accusations around. “And since I’m not leaving…” Ishtar tapped a finger to his chin pretending to be deep in thought for a moment. “We’ll just have to say that I don’t value anything in my ‘miserable life’. ’Kay?” A mocking smile curved Ishtar’s lips and he uncrossed his legs in favor of swinging them in front of him. Ishtar was asking for punishment. He knew how the game was played. Time to find out if Zero did.
“I do hope you realize that Anju-san has a toilet bomb waiting for you…’where the hell have you been?’ is what I want to ask, however…” Dark green eyes rolled. She should have asked. An explanation would be nice even from His Majesty. “…now is not the time for that.” Well, as for that Ishtar would defer to the commander’s judgement. “I will ask of you, however, to please treat Darcy with a little bit more respect. While his antics are quite…invasive and frankly somewhat annoying, the man has proved to be more than useful while you were gone. If you had been here, maybe you would have seen it for yourself.” Lucien’s eyes softened a bit and he turned his attention away from the leader to the commander. He appreciated her words. Zero’s hadn’t bothered him very much, but considering the organization’s current position, Lucien thought he shouldn’t question his allies. He could use all the help he could get.
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Post by zero on Aug 27, 2009 6:27:35 GMT -5
“Oy. Zero-kun. That wasn’t cool, yo. Bishie-kun over there’s my flytackle buddy. Don’t go throwing him ‘round like some rag doll. It doesn’t make you look super scary or anything. Frankly, that redheaded chick with the sword scares the bejeebles out of me more than ya. You seem like a plushie in comparison. A big fluffy one…with extra stuffing…” The princess barked at him, before trailing off into her odd fantasies. "Do you think I was trying to impress or scare you? You obviously do not realise that the action I made had nothing to do with you or the image I project. If you see me as a plushie then fine." He told her, before turning his gaze to Lucien, who had landed safely. "And I have interrogators for this kind of situation, who are capable of acting whether or not I'm present." He told the frenchman before responding to Sakura's comments. "If he has been useful, then perhaps I could receive a detailed report on such a thing. Until then I'd keep a steady eye on him. He isn't called by a god of sex and war for nothing." He then directed his attention towards Ayame. "And I believe my commander's words have explained why you are here. One of my captain's believed that you held information regarding one Mr Anderson. However to me its quite obvious that you're not holding information, but rather looking for it. As was I in my absence." He said as he pulled out a small usb, capable of holding several terrabytes. "Afterall if she knew who and where Anderson is, she wouldn't need to scouring around Shinjuku. And the reason she's looking for him is quite obvious, as the sighting of a 'doctor' Anderson on a hospital security video also has him clearly taking with him one Tristan Leodegrance." He placed the usb away in his cape, before turning back to the door. "Lucien. I will double check your words, and if they are true then I will speak sternly to the guards about this. And if you aren't going to leave willingly, then you might as well continue to entertain our guest with some flytackle football. I hear its her favourite past time she's used to knock the wind out of her siblings multiple times." He left the room, heading towards section 50. There was something he had to check on.
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Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Aug 28, 2009 13:57:28 GMT -5
“Do you think I was trying to impress or scare you? You obviously do not realize that the action I made had nothing to do with you or the image I project. If you see me as a plushie then fine.” Ayame blinked innocently up at the Big Masked Dude. Well. If he says so…
Ayame’s imagination began round 2. This time Plushie Zero had ribbons in his hair. Big polka dotted ones. A grin had just started to curve the third princess’s mouth when the leader of the Black Knights addressed her for a second time. “And I believe my commander's words have explained why you are here…” Ayame tilted her head, a look of pure confusion spreading across her face. She risked a glance at the female redhead. Had she said something? Ayame had been too busy envisioning Zero as a giant stuffed polar bear (like them cute ones from the Coca Cola commercials) doing some sort of happy dance with penguins. She hadn’t heard what the Commander had supposedly said regarding the reason as to why she was princessnapped. Not that she really cared, but it always nice to be filled in. Made telling the grandchildren so much easier. “…one of my captain's believed that you held information regarding one Mr. Anderson…" Ayame’s eyes glittered with recognition.
“Quack-san!” she blurted out, bopping Pon-Pon on the head out of excitement (she apologized immediately afterwards). These peeps knew about Quack-san! The grin soon left her face, however, replaced with one of caution. Wait…did these peeps know about Wounded-san too? Were they in cahoots with Quack-san? Her eyes narrowed in suspicion and her grip on Pon-Pon tightened. Were these peeps responsible for the napping of her darling Captain-san and causing her Sylvie-neesama grief?! Her eyes flickered over to Bishie-kun, a somewhat guarded look in them. Flytackle football buddy or not, if this dude was somehow involved in all of this…
“…reason she's looking for him is quite obvious, as the sighting of a 'doctor' Anderson on a hospital security video also has him clearly taking with him one Tristan Leodegrance." The grip on the panda tightened even further. That video…same one Sylvie-neesama had seen, most likely. Ayame’s eyes cast down, suddenly taking interest in her feet. Wounded-san...what the hell had that quack of a doc, Anderson, done to him? Torture? Brainwash (was that even possible?)? Or worse…
Ayame shook her head violently, ridding herself of such thoughts. Nonononono! Tristan was perfectly ok. He may be a wee bit psychologically damaged, and she was sure maybe the dude suffered a few scrapes and bruises, but there was no way in heaven or hell that man was six feet under. Nu-uh. No way. Not happening…at least…not in her book. “…you might as well continue to entertain our guest with some flytackle football. I hear its her favourite past time she's used to knock the wind out of her siblings multiple times.” And with a flourish of his cape, Zero left the room. As quickly and as random as he came. Ayame blinked twice at the door, an eyebrow raising slowly.
“Someone looks like they have a hemorrhoid that should be dealt with.” she said, her tone dry. She turned to look at her three companions and jabbed a thumb towards the door. “Seriously. Does he always act like something crawled up his ass and died?” she asked before heading over to the table where Bishie-kun was perched and hoisted herself up so that she was sitting next to him. Swinging her feet loosely, Ayame stared at Pon-Pon for a few seconds, poking him in the cheeks occasionally, her gaze flashing up from the stuffed animal to one of the three remaining Black Knight members. First it was a side glance to Bishie-kun, then a forward glance to the redheaded Commander, and then another pseudo sideways glance to Male Blondie. She glanced back down at her messenger bag and then back to Male Blondie. Then back to the tattered bag. A nose crinkled in thought. What did she have in there anyways? “Hm.” Picking up Pon-Pon, Ayame shoved the panda of doom into Bishie-kun’s arms. “Hold on to Pon-Pon for a sec, will ya?” Before letting go of her beloved plushie, however, Ayame gave the redhead a brief glare of warning “Do anything stupid and you die.” before bringing her bag over to her lap and began to rummage through it. ‘Lets see…got empty pocky boxes, my mini cookie stash, box of brownies (I think those were meant to be for sensei…), music player, couple of boxes of gum-oo! I thought I ran out of this one! Ha. Guess not. Um…ugh…some of them etiquette books sensei wanted me to read (I could probably leave these here and say that they were confiscated....), cell-
Ayame paused mid-rummage. Ah. Her cell phone. Surely they would want that, wouldn’t they? But it wasn’t as if she was gonna use it! Hell, even back home she never used the blasted thing (much to everyone’s annoyance), so why would she use it here? It wasn’t like she was in any rush to leave. Besides, would she even get reception all the way here?
But the idea of letting these peeps handle it…didn’t exactly make her feel all bubbly. She mentally nodded. Yosh. No need to mention it. After all, what they don’t know can’t hurt them, right?
Pulling out a stick of gum, Ayame popped it into her mouth before zipping up her bag and reclaiming her beloved Pon-Pon. “Merci beaucoup~” Her eyes then began to resume their skimming across the room, her feet swinging lightly.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought. Well…judging from what Zero had said about he video of Tristan being captainapped, it seemed clear that they had no part in it. To her, it seemed that the Black Knights were the same as her: looking for Anderson.
But that’s where Ayame drew a big question mark. Why? Why were the Black Knights so keen on getting Quack-san? Her reason was quite simple: Wounded-san had been taken away. She was hunting Anderson down so she could bring the beloved captain back home. That was her reason….what was theirs? Surely Tristan’s wellbeing did not matter to Zero. What sort of profit would the masked leader gain from Tristan being in one piece? She bit her lip slightly in thought. ‘Don’t tell me…Zero wants Wounded-san for himself?’ Ayame thought, her nose crinkling slightly. Nah, why would Zero be interested in recruiting Tristan? Sure the man was a complete doll and utter sweetpea (too much of a sweetpea at times…) but to be honest, there wasn’t anything extraordinary about him. He was just a normal captain. No ubber strength and/or spider induced radioactive superpowers. He was just…Tristan. Simple as that.
“Meh.” She was thinking too much into this! She was kidnapped for crying out loud! At the heart of the Black Knights! What was she doing, sitting around like a lump on a log thinking? She should be having fun, doing something crazy (and potentially dangerous), not thinking! Sheesh…
Snapping her head up, the thinking look gone from her face and replaced with a wide smile, Ayame glanced at her three companions. “So. Now that we have successfully established the fact that I know no more than any of yous, whatdaya wanna do now?” She cracked a cheeky grin. “I mean, I’m all up for flytackle football and all, but…” Her eyes traveled over to Male Blondie where her grin grew. “…I believe there was the idea of raiding a pocky stash.” She rose an eyebrow. “Care to elaborate?”
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Anju Saravati
Black Knights
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Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.
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Post by Anju Saravati on Aug 29, 2009 0:32:40 GMT -5
In the middle levels of the Black Knights stronghold of Penglai Island, one would be hard pressed not to notice that they were made up almost entirely of technician's laboratories. They were large, immaculate in their cleanliness, and filled to the dustless rafters with the latest experiments in robotic engineering. One such floor was dedicated to research and development, and was the most heavily secured. The only personnel allowed inside was the senior technicians and Anju Saravati, Chief of Science. What many did not know was that the majority of the lab was filled with television monitors and round tables.
Currently, the monitors were set to HBO and the tables were the green kind used for poker and blackjack. Poker was passed over in favor of Texas Hold 'Em at the moment. Anju was cheating furiously as Fujiyama was in possession of all her pocket change as well as her pants. She wasn't having much luck. Neither was Ayoka, but the girl had snuck into the schnapps again and cheerfully didn't mind being shirtless.
It came a welcome and well timed distraction when one of the monitors beeped an intercom message. Buttoning up her blouse, Anju scrambled to the computer console, smacking Fujiyama with her elbow on the way. The jerk was far to smug.
"What's shakin'?" The man on the other end sounded frazzled.
"Ma'am, Zero has returned." And with that, Anju fell off her chair. Zero?! That little prick, he was back?? Ooooh, he was SO in for it when she got her hands on him. She and Aoi had managed to get their hands on a dress down in Narita one night over a flask of gin, and it was ready and waiting for him on a hanger in her closet. Lockjaw, being the good little robotic dinosaur that it was, had picked up on its mistresses annoyance and had programmed itself a hit list, all on its own. Anju had been so proud.
"Aw, jeez. Shiva above, where the hell is he?" She was hanging over the edge of her chair so the man could see her.
"Ma'am. He went down to the sub-basement level to visit the hostage." Anju blinked.
"...What hostage?"
"...The princess. Akuma-san captured her this afternoon."
"...No shit. Why?"
"Something about a man named Anderson, I think."
Anderson? Who the hell was Anderson? Was he the man Sakura had been pissed off at? The younger girl had been pitching a hissy lately about some guy but Anju had never had the time to ask about him properly, always being too busy working on getting Knightmares ready for distribution among the Knights.
"Uy. Which room?"
"47-D."
"Gotcha."
Anju hoisted herself up and strode down the hall to the elevators. She paused long enough to throw a stray wrench at Fujiyama before letting the doors close.
Needless to say, she got there after all the hubbub, just missing Zero as he left for who knew where. She knocked and entered the containment room.
"Oi. Why is it I am always out of the loop around here." She looked around. Luci looking amused, Sakura looking frazzled, a blonde guy with a nice butt and a kid. She looked at the man with the nice butt. "Who's the brat?"
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Post by vierre on Aug 29, 2009 22:05:20 GMT -5
Vierre stepped back and away from Ayame, who seemed intent and determined to stay on her current course, completely undeterred by Zero. He leaned against the wall, excusing himself from the conversation momentarily. He crossed his arms and watched the others carefully, his eyes shifting from one speaker to the next.
“We’ll just have to say that I don’t value anything in my ‘miserable life’. ’Kay?”
Vierre’s anticipation was whetted. Lucien, like the young Britannian princess, had no qualms about talking quite plainly back at the leader of the Black Knights. They were both fascinating challenges in their own right, ones that perhaps might prod the situation towards something a little more exciting. However, much to the First Division Captain’s disappointment, Zero seemed to be losing interesting quickly, both passing on Ayame’s plush-oriented imagination and generally glazing over Lucien’s direct comments. Yes, disappointing indeed. Perhaps Zero truly was simply a man of words, even though those words sometimes demanded action. But there was no delivery on his threat to Lucien, save for some vague indirect warning.
“He isn't called by a god of sex and war for nothing.”
God of what? A strange, cryptic statement. Lucien was sex-obsessed, but since when was he ever named after a god? Vierre’s eyes shifted back towards Lucien who was happy to perch on the table with a smile. Zero had made another odd statement just mere moments earlier as well. Something about knowing Lucien’s past.
"One of my captain's believed that you held information regarding one Mr Anderson.”
Vierre’s attention snapped back to business. Finally this was something of tangible interest, rather than internal squabbles which were quite frankly embarrassing. He had made his way down to room 47-D for the specific reason of finding out why on Earth the 2nd Division Captain had gone so far as to kidnap a member of the Britannian royalty. Admittedly, his rush to do so was out of concern that some overzealous Black Knight might get to her first. But with her well-being about as intact as one could hope, it was nice to make some progress regarding the “why” of it all.
“Quack-san!”
Vierre raised an eyebrow quizzically, and watched the Princess as her grin melted away. He saw the tension stew within her, as indicated by the theoretical pain her stuffed panda would be suffering under her tightening grip. Zero had clearly hit on something she was well aware of.
“…reason she's looking for him is quite obvious, as the sighting of a 'doctor' Anderson on a hospital security video also has him clearly taking with him one Tristan Leodegrance."
But Zero was apparently done with this conversation, the trim of his cape disappearing out the door even as Ayame shook her head, refusing to accept some thought within her. An awkward hush fell on the room, only to be finally broken by Ayame’s sarcastic commentary on Zero.
With their leader gone, Vierre couldn’t help but chuckle, though he decided not to encourage her. Still leaning against the wall, he spoke up. His voice came out casual, almost to the point of a vocalized daydream, and he gazed upward. “Tristan Leodegrance, hmm? I know of that name. He is the First Princess’ Knight, no? A shame if something were to happen to him really. I was very much looking forward to facing him one day. I bet it would have been an absolute rush.” A wild look of zeal washed over his face for just a moment and then was gone.
As Ayame began searching through her messenger bag, Vierre looked towards the Commander-in-Chief. He was no longer too concerned with her bag, as it seemed neither Sakura nor Zero cared that much. This, despite the fact that, from the corners of his eyes, he could see that Ayame had found something in her bag that caused her to second-guess. “This Mr. Anderson or Dr. Anderson—whichever it is—what interest would he have in a Princess’ Knight?” he asked Sakura. “And perhaps more importantly, what’s our interest? I must be missing too many meetings.” He grinned. It was true though. The First Division had had a series of assignments far from central command in various remote regions, and communication lines were sometimes hard to establish.
“So. Now that we have successfully established the fact that I know no more than any of yous, whatdaya wanna do now?”
“Hmm? Hostages don’t really do anyth-”
“I mean, I’m all up for flytackle football and all, but… I believe there was the idea of raiding a pocky stash. Care to elaborate?”
Vierre’s eyes sprung wide, his body jolting itself off his relaxed lean against the wall. He hastily turned to face Ayame, consciously positioning his back to Sakura so that she wouldn’t notice his index finger rapidly tapping up against his lips, pleading with the Princess to not say anymore. Too late though. His hand shot back down to his side and he pivoted tightly to face Sakura, a gracious smile now worn as a mask. “Ahh Commander! I assure you the Princess is simply confused over an earlier matter! The stress of being held hostage must be terribly taxing on her.” He laughed and took a side glance at Lucien. The last thing he needed was the French playboy selling him out and corroborating Ayame’s story. He would though, that Lucien, if only because he’d probably find it fun.
The door re-opened. Had Zero returned?
"Oi. Why is it I am always out of the loop around here. Who's the brat?"
So even the Chief of Science was curious about the Black Knight’s esteemed prisoner. But was she just looking at his…? Vierre jumped on the opportunity to slyly deflect attention. “This is Ayame, Third Princess of Britannia. She was telling us about uh… what’s it called? Flytackle football?” He hoped that her love for whatever this bizarre game was would distract her enough to forget about the Pocky incident.
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Sakura Shizuka
Administrator
Commander-in-Chief[M:419]
When the game is over, the King and Pawn go into the same box.
Posts: 297
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Aug 30, 2009 16:34:31 GMT -5
"If he has been useful, then perhaps I could receive a detailed report on such a thing. Until then I'd keep a steady eye on him. He isn't called by a god of sex and war for nothing." Sakura’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. ‘Detailed report?’ The man goes poof for months on end without any sort of warning, then waltzes right back in as if he had just gone for a walk in the park and then demands a detailed report!? How typical.
“Understood.” she bit out through gritted teeth, having to do more than one mental calming routine. Wouldn’t exactly look nice in front of the hostage if the Commander suddenly went crazy and made the leader a eunuch, now would it? “…reason she's looking for him is quite obvious, as the sighting of a 'doctor' Anderson on a hospital security video also has him clearly taking with him one Tristan Leodegrance.” Sakura’s eyes blinked twice and flashed over to look at the Third Princess. An eyebrow rose. What was this? Was Aoi wrong in her assumptions that the twerp had information? And this Tristan character…wasn’t he that hotshot solider? Word on the street had been that he had saved the First Princess’ life from a stray bullet. She hadn’t been certain if her information had been accurate, but hearing this from Zero pretty much clarified it.
Seeing the young princess shake her head suddenly, as if trying to rid herself of some thought, Sakura raised a quizzical eyebrow. What was going on in that head of hers? How well did she know Anderson? Clearly she knew him enough to bestow a nickname on him (Quack-san) and it was obvious that her viewpoint on the man was not high. Sakura bit back a snort. Well. Girl was smart in that aspect. But what else did she know? Did she know of any of Anderson’s assistants? Did she know why this Mr. Leodergrance was taken? What was Britannia doing in all of this? Surely Princess Sylvana would not sit around quietly…
Sakura bit her lip in thought. So many questions…
“This Mr. Anderson or Dr. Anderson—whichever it is—what interest would he have in a Princess’ Knight? And perhaps more importantly, what’s our interest? I must be missing too many meetings.” Sakura glanced up to see the First Division Captain grinning at her. Sakura blinked once and glanced around the room. It was only then that she realized that Zero had left. A dry look graced her face for a brief period. Well…that was brief. Turning back to Vierre, Sakura shrugged lightly.
“Leodergrance once saved the First Princess from a stray bullet. I can only presume that this would make them…closer than the average solider to royal.” Sakura glanced over to the third princess. The girl was too busy digging through her bag. And she apparently found something interesting. Sakura’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought but she merely returned her attention back to Vierre. “As for why we are involved, well…Zero has his own agenda, I personally have a score to settle and in general, the man reeks suspicion. We’re just looking into him to make sure he’s not a threat to our overall cause.”
Frankly, Sakura wasn’t even sure herself why Zero was so interested in Anderson. She herself had her own reasons: revenge. For the man had done more than his fair share of ruffling her feathers and she was eager to return the favor. If she recalled correctly, Aoi also had her own personal agenda to keep to in regards to Anderson’s wellbeing. After being stabbed by the man, it was no wonder why the blue-haired Captain was hell bent on revenge. Not that Sakura would have protested even if she didn’t have a valid reason…
‘Come to think of it…where is Akuma anyways?’ Surely the girl would come by to see how her hostage is keeping, wouldn’t she? Sakura mentally grinned. Well…perhaps it was more like Aoi to just dump off the baggage rather than keep it entertained.
“I believe there was the idea of raiding a pocky stash. Care to elaborate?” Sakura snapped her head up to look at Ayame, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Pocky stash? Last time she checked, the only ones who had a Pocky stash were…
Emerald eyes rolled over just in time to see Vierre jump off the wall as if he had been struck by lightening. An eyebrow rose. “DeMara? What does she me-
The First Division Captain spun on his heel, a smile plastered to his face. Sakura stared at him square in the eyes, her face void of emotion. “Ahh Commander!” Her eyebrow twitched slightly. Ah. Here it comes. The sputtering to save one’s skin. How she wished she had a camera. “I assure you the Princess is simply confused over an earlier matter! The stress of being held hostage must be terribly taxing on her.” And cue nervous laughter.
“Uh-huh.” Sakura looked at Ayame. The girl’s mouth was dropped open in silent protest, her finger pointing at Vierre accusingly. “Girl’s radiating stress signals.” Sakura said, her voice dry and dripping with sarcasm.
"Oi. Why is it I am always out of the loop around here? Who's the brat?" Sakura’s ears twitched and she turned her head to see Anju standing by the entrance, looking at…
Sakura’s eyes shut once they traced to what Anju’s were looking at. “Hello, Anju-san. Sorry for not filling you in…I just got word a few minutes ago myself.”
“This is Ayame, Third Princess of Britannia. She was telling us about uh… what’s it called? Flytackle football?” Sakura’s eyes rolled over to Vierre and an eyebrow shot up. Ara~ Man tries to change subject, does he? For a brief second, a smirk flashed across her face. Not in her book.
She turned her attention back to Vierre, an uncharacteristically sweet smile on her face. “DeMara? That pocky stash that she spoke of…” Sakura walked up to the Captain and traced a finger up his chest. “…it wouldn’t be my personal stock, now would it?” The smile she gave him was enough to give diabetes. Her cheek muscles screamed in protest. “Because you know…I am very fond of my Pocky…so you wouldn’t go stealing from me, nor would you encourage it…” She reached up and grabbed his right cheek between her thumb and index finger and squeezed. Hard. “Ne?” Sweet smile all around.
It was true. Sakura was a pocky addict. Her beloved chocolate sticks were practically sacred. They came second only to tea. Vierre could only thank his lucky stars that it hadn’t been her tea supply that he suggest they go raid. If he had…well, lets just say the man would have gotten more than a lovely pinch to the cheek.
Giving the man one final tug, Sakura released her grip on his cheek and proceeded to give it two firm pats. “Touch my pocky and you die.” she said, giving the poor man one of her signature death glares before she turned her gaze back to Anju, the warm smile back.
“How was strip poker?”
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Post by kevin on Aug 31, 2009 12:12:28 GMT -5
[OOC: Can I join this? Or not because its already 2 pages and also since I am a Subordinate Officer?]
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Aoi Akuma
Black Knights
Second Division Captain[M:6046]
"I have no more tears to shed, only blood."
Posts: 74
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Post by Aoi Akuma on Aug 31, 2009 15:43:51 GMT -5
Aoi's cloak swished behind her as she strode down the halls. Her blue hair swished underneath her head dress in time with her cloak. She was anxiously awaiting to see the third princess. There was something bothering her about it all. Something that didn't fit. 'Why was she looking for Anderson in the first place?'
Groaning in annoyance Aoi quickened her pace. She would've been down there sooner if her Division members had given her a break. Apparently there were some complications with one of their training sessions and they had asked Aoi for assistance. In all honesty Aoi hadn't seen such a big problem. Though perhaps someone getting too into the training and injuring a teammate was a problem. Aoi had simply told them to stop the bleeding before they moved him up to the infirmary.
Shaking her head she turned the corner leading to the corridor she was headed towards. Remembering which room she was put in Aoi paused her thoughts and then turned in the direction it was. As she turned to another corridor she caught a glimpse of a black cape as it turned the corner. Aoi paused at this. The only other person who would wear something like that was... 'Zero' But...it couldn't be him right? After all this time he wouldn't just waltz right in and act like he hadn't left them when they needed him....actually that sounded just like him.
Still in her thoughts Aoi opened the door to the holding room. She wasn't too surprised at the number of occupants in the room. Though they're were more than she expected. Still slightly in her thoughts she turned to Lucien. "....Did I just see....?" Aoi trailed off as her focus turned to the other occupants in the room.
Her eyes first locked on Lucien. He was the most recognizable one. Cerulean eyes than locked on the commander. And Shizuka. Then her eyes trailed to a blonde man. She didn't recognize him but she assumed by his appearance that he was the First Division Captain. His name escaped her at the moment. Finally her eyes locked on the princess, who seemed right at home. 'She's not even fazed.'
“This Mr. Anderson or Dr. Anderson—whichever it is—what interest would he have in a Princess’ Knight? And perhaps more importantly, what’s our interest? I must be missing too many meetings.” Her eyes locked on the Captain. It seemed as though they had already answered her question. And then provided themselves with another one. What interest would he have in a Princess's Knight?
“Leodergrance once saved the First Princess from a stray bullet. I can only presume that this would make them…closer than the average solider to royal.” 'Which would mean that they would look for him. If he had saved a princess from getting shot then most likely the First Princess would look for him. Which would provide levarage....' “As for why we are involved, well…Zero has his own agenda, I personally have a score to settle and in general, the man reeks suspicion. We’re just looking into him to make sure he’s not a threat to our overall cause.”
Aoi's eyes narrowed slightly. "We have a score to settle. " She said as she unconsiously rubbed her scarred shoulder. The man had shot her...she wouldn't take that lightly. And also what Shizuka said was true, something about him didn't sit well with Aoi.
"I believe there was the idea of raiding a pocky stash. Care to elaborate?” Pocky stash?
“DeMara? What does she me- Ahh now the name came back. Vierre DeMara. First Division Captain.
The First Division Captain spun on his heel, a smile plastered to his face. “Ahh Commander!” “I assure you the Princess is simply confused over an earlier matter! The stress of being held hostage must be terribly taxing on her.” Aoi's eyebrow raised.
"Girl’s radiating stress signals.” Aoi could hear the sarcasm dripping off the statement. And she agreed as well. Even if her time with the Third Princess was short she could assume that the girl thought this was fun.
"Oi. Why is it I am always out of the loop around here? Who's the brat?" Aoi gave a nod of greeting towards Anju at her post on the door frame. Whispering towards the indian techie so only she could hear. "Lockjaw is prepared correct?" Aoi smirked slightly before turning her attention elsewhere.
Cerulean eyes turned towards the princess once more. Glancing between her and Lucien she smiled. She knew Lucien was the one that was guarding her and so that was why she was less stressed when she was delayed in her visit to the princess. Aoi knew Lucien would take good care of her. And considering the princesses personality she assumed that she would get along with Lucien quite well.
“How was strip poker?”
Aoi laughed at the statement and turned towards Anju. She wouldn't put it past the techie to play strip poker with her collegues. The bluenette wondered how well Anju had played.
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Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy
European Union
Internal Cleaning Supporter[M:6109]
The world is full of pain. I want to control how I get hurt.
Posts: 37
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Aug 31, 2009 19:27:04 GMT -5
"And I have interrogators for this kind of situation, who are capable of acting whether or not I'm present."
Calmer after Sakura’s intervention on his behalf, Lucien gave a not so innocent shrug. “Well, it’s not my fault if no one wanted to join me. I wasn’t interrogating. I was ‘observing’ if anything, and anyone was welcome to join me. I would have certainly enjoyed the company.” The redhead licked his lips before offering both the leader and commander a grin at the mention of a detailed report on him. Easily sliding off the table, Lucien quickly closed the distance between himself and Sakura. An arm slid around her waist before he pulled the younger woman against him. “A report on me? I’m flattered, but you might want to do some additional research before you submit it. Perhaps… one on one?” He purred in her ear. He had barely gotten the words out of his mouth, however, before the Commander in Chief’s elbow firmly planted itself against his rib cage. Obeying the not so gentle nudge, Lucien released the woman and stepped away with a laugh, heading back to his previous perch.
“He isn’t called by a god of sex and war for nothing.”
A delicate red brow arched in amusement, and Lucien turned to Zero before making him a grand bow, arms sweeping to his sides with a grin. The man had made allusions to Lucien’s history, and Luci wasn’t sure if he was okay with that yet or not. He’d slipped tones out of habit to Zero’s remarks, and the other man had failed Ishtar’s test, so Lucien was left wondering if Zero was bluffing. Even if he wasn’t, the masked man seemed to only know the words on paper. He didn’t understand anything, or he wouldn’t have failed. It was a comforting thought, and therefore, it was what Lucien held to for now. He’d have to see just what their leader knew later. It was cute though: Zero playing with his name. Lucien was code named after a goddess, but he decided to let that minor detail go as he hopped back up on the table.
Green eyes looked to the princess’ kidnapper as she entered the room. “…Did I just see…” Lucien blinked and tilted his head, not exactly sure where she was going with the statement. The woman seemed to move on quickly enough so he just shrugged it off.
“Hold onto Pon-Pon for a sec, will ya?” A grin curved Lucien’s lips as the stuffed panda was placed in his arms. He would get his revenge on the princess’ willing weapon. “Do anything stupid and you die.” Lucien’s shoulders slumped. So much for retribution. Instead, he sat the panda on his lap looking down at it. Okay, so it was rather cute. He gently squeezed the toy. And it was squishy. Was it really the poor bear’s fault that it was wielded as a weapon in the hands of a smiting happy princess? No. Lucien poked the bear’s cheeks and grinned before cuddling it to his chest. Yep, it was official. The bear was innocent. Besides, they shared so many qualities: Lucien and Pon-Pon. He couldn’t bring himself to harm a kindred spirit.
The name Anderson (or his codename: Quack-san) meant nothing to Lucien, but it apparently did to the princess as well as the Black Knight’s Commander in Chief and Second Division Captain. It was news to Lucien. Not that it mattered much to him. He’d help if he could, that was his job, but he seemed to be missing the background on the matter. “We have a score to settle.” Aoi rubbed her shoulder. He remembered the woman coming back wounded, but Lucien had never gotten the whole story behind the incident. Apparently this Anderson had been involved.
“I believe there was the idea of raiding a pocky stash. Care to elaborate?” A wide grin spread across Lucien’s face even as Vierre’s eyes went wide. The princess had excellent timing. The would be entertaining.
“Ahh Commander! I assure you the Princess is simply confused over an earlier matter! The stress of being held hostage must be terribly taxing on her.”
The man’s eyes slid to him and Lucien just grinned at him. The redhead slid off the table and walked over to Vierre. “Now my recollection of the event would definitely be dependant upon my sleeping arrangements tonight,” Lucien told him as he traced a finger down the man’s chest. “If I shall be sleeping alone, I might recall a certain Captain offering my beloved Commander’s pocky stash to our hostage. But,” he purred, pressing up against Vierre and wrapping his arms around the blond man’s neck. “If I can expect company then I would have to agree that poor Ayame is simply confused.”
“Uh-huh. Girl’s radiating stress signals.”
Lucien gave Sakura an innocent smile before she turned to greet Anju. Unfortunatley for the captain Lucien had attached himself to she was not going to let the matter go. Since the smile Sakura turned on Vierre wasn’t meant for him, he quickly released the man and hopped back onto the table. Better Vierre than him.
“Touch my pocky and you die.”
Once Sakura had stepped away from Vierre, Lucien smiled innocently. “So… about tonight…?”
“How was strip poker?”
“Strip poker?!” Lucien whirled to look between Sakura and Anju. “There was strip poker, and I wasn’t invited?” Lucien gasped, feigning hurt. Strip poker was his favorite game! Well…strip anything really, but most often strip poker since he was, after all, terrible at poker.
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Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Sept 1, 2009 20:46:32 GMT -5
Ayame bopped slightly in her seat in utter anticipation as she waited to hear of this so-called secret stash of Pocky doom. Apparently it would be a risk to get it, but hey-that made it all the more delectable, no? However, the response she got was no where near the one she was expecting.
Rather than grin in amusement and tell her of this stock, Male Blondie bounced off the walls as if something had just crawled up his derrière, his eyes wide as saucers. In short, a look of pure panic. Ayame frowned slightly. Well. That was weird. What was up with this dude? He made some odd hand gesture, something that looked remarkably along the lines of-ohhhh…
She could practically see the flames of anger surround the Commander-in-Chief. “Ah.” Yea, stealing from one’s beloved Pocky stash. That would make anyone angry, wouldn’t it?
“Ahh Commander!” Ayame snickered into her knees. She wished she had a camera on hand. “I assure you the Princess is simply confused over an earlier matter! The stress of being held hostage must be terribly taxing on her.” The snickering stopped. Ayame gaped at Vierre, her mouth searching for the right words and failing miserably. She decided to just stick with looking like a fish, finger pointed accusingly. Her voice would come back to her eventually. It always did.
“But I-he-you told me-you so did say-who are you callin’ stressed?!’ Did she look like some stressed lunatic? She was Ayame Li Britannia, spazz extraordinaire! The word ‘stress’ wasn’t in her vocabulary. For the most part, at least.
"Oi. Why is it I am always out of the loop around here?” Ayame’s mouth shut at the sound of another person entering. Tilting her head to the side, Ayame saw a shrimp of an Indian enter. She blinked. She looked funky. Well, more like the funky-type. Like the type (Ayame grinned at the thought) who would play flytackle football willingly. “Who’s the brat?” The grin that was making its way was replaced with a pout. Heeyyy…who was callin’ who a brat? Sure Ayame was a bit of a nutcase who ODed on way too much sugar at times and was often restrained with a leash as a child, but that didn’t make her a brat! Brats were, according to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, “an ill-mannered immature person/annoying child.” Last time she checked, she was not ill-mannered, immature and/or annoying. She folded her arms across her chest as her cheeks puffed up slightly in anger. Yup. No way was she a childish brat.
“Yo, Onee-san. Name’s Aya-
“This is Ayame, Third Princess of Britannia…” Ayame hissed again at Vierre. Bad Blondie! She was supposed to introduce herself, not him! Ayame fought down a growl. Bad enough she had hissed twice already…don’t want these peeps to start thinking to put a leash and collar on her and name her ‘Fifi.’ “…what’s it called? Flytackle football?”
“Hngh?” Ayame bopped her head over to Male Blondie, her face in a half snarl half confused look on her face. She blinked twice at the dude. Well, there were multiple ways she could approach this. For starters, she could play the role of the complete and bonafide bitch and say she had no clue and thus leave him victim to his Commander’s fury. On the other hand, she could play the role of the sweetpea and go along with this. Both had their perks. She bit her lip in thought. Decisions, decisions…
“Now my recollection of the event would definitely be dependant upon my sleeping arrangements tonight,” Ayame blinked at the sight in front of her. There, all pressed up against Male Blondie was Bishie-kun, arms draped around the poor dude’s neck. An eyebrow arched and Ayame resisted the urge to cat-whistle. Best play the role of the innocent bystander for now. “If I shall be sleeping alone, I might recall a certain Captain offering my beloved Commander’s pocky stash to our hostage. But if I can expect company then I would have to agree that poor Ayame is simply confused.” Ayame tried to glare at the playboy, but was unable to keep the amused look off her face. Hey, it wasn’t everyday that the Third Princess met a playboy. A bi on top of that! She giggled in delight into Pon-Pon’s head. Oh how Sylvie-neesama was gonna get a kick out of this…
“DeMara? That pocky stash that she spoke of…it wouldn’t be my personal stock, now would it?” Ayame’s eyebrows shot up. The smile the redhead gave hurt Ayame’s cheeks. Adjusting herself on the table so that her knees were up with Pon-Pon resting on top of her thighs, Ayame rested her chin on the back of the plushie’s head, hiding he amused smirk that had yet to leave. “Touch my pocky and you die.” Another snicker. Guess the redhead liked her Pocky. Ayame mentally shrugged. Earned the woman brownie points in her book. “How was strip poker?” Seeing that the question was addressed to the Indian newcomer, Ayame felt a grin tug the corners of her mouth. She knew the woman was crazy. Woman practically smelled fun. ‘Female potential flytackle football buddy: check.” Ayame stifled another giggle.
“There was strip poker, and I wasn’t invited?” She couldn’t hold it back this time. She tried. Honest, she did. But to no avail. Rupturing like a bloody volcano, Ayame burst into hysterics, first keeling over sideways and then falling completely onto her back, her legs kicking up in the air while her hand went to pound the table in time with her laughter.
“HAHAHAHA I-I’M S-S-SORRY…..*snicker* B—BUT….THE IMAGE HA!” Another round of laughter. Taking a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down, Ayame grinned cheekily at the Black Knights. It was only then that a flash of blue caught her eye. Craning her neck from her laid-down position, Ayame made out a figure by the door entrance. Female, tallish, cloak, blue hair-
Her eyes widened.
“EMO-SAN!” she exclaimed pointing a finger directly at the bluenett. “YOU! YOU’RE THAT EMO-SAN WHO SNAGGED ME!”
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Anju Saravati
Black Knights
[M:6241]
Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.
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Post by Anju Saravati on Sept 3, 2009 23:44:29 GMT -5
Anju raised her eyebrow at the crowd. Interesting. She hadn't seen this many people in one place this small since Lucian decided everyone was too grumpy and bribed her into spiking the Headquarters drinking water with hallucinogens. Apparently, the most popular hallucination was a flesh eating dragon and the only safe place was Luci's room. Needless to say, it had been an interesting night.
Sakura nodded in greeting as the blonde man scrambled to answer her. “This is Ayame, Third Princess of Britannia. She was telling us about uh… what’s it called? Flytackle football?” A Brit princess. Anju frowned, but was distracted as Aoi stepped next to her, smirking. "Lockjaw is prepared, correct?" She snickered, raising a hand to cover her mouth. Looked like Aoi had heard about Zero's triumphant return and was dead set on revenge. She leaned over to whisper, "Locked and loaded. Zera will be pleased."
She straightened and focused back on the princess as Sakura informed- oh, his name was DeMara- the blondie about boundaries involving her pocky. Lucian was happily groping him as well. Anju pouted a little. Ah, well. Finders keepers. The little princess seemed overly amused at the conversation, bouncing happily on the table. She frowned. A captive usually had more fear in them, especially when surrounded by those of questionable moral character.
"How was strip poker?" Anju blinked from her musings to look at her charge. Luci looked affronted.
“Strip poker?! There was strip poker, and I wasn’t invited?" Anju patted him lightly on the back. "There, there. It wasn't strip poker. It was strip Texas Hold 'Em. And to answer, it was annoying. Somewhere upstairs, one of my assistants is most likely very naked and one of my other assistants is several hundred dollars and several articles of clothing richer." She pulled lightly on his braid. "I am very glad to have my pants again. It's kinda cold in the surveillance area."
A sudden guffawing from the table startled her. The child had doubled over, clutching her stomach laughing. She stared blankly for a moment before looking at Sakura. "Is she okay?" Anju pointed to her head, implying mental addlement. There was another sudden noise; shrieking.
"EMO-SAN! YOU! YOU'RE THAT EMO-SAN WHO SNAGGED ME!" SHe was pointing at Aoi. Anju rubbed her temples. Enough with the screaming already. It didn't look like the kid was going to stop, so she did what any woman would do when too much was happening at once and nobody would shut up: she pulled a roll of duct tape out of her coat pocket and, tearing off a strip, slapped it over the kid's mouth.
"You. Shush. I like excitement as much as the next person but shut up for a minute, okay." She held her finger up, the universal sign for 'ah-ah, don't you pull that off unless you want me to tape you to a chair.'
She stepped back and held up a hand. "Okay. We seem to be having some very interesting things going on. "She pointed at Luci, who apparently had been here the longest. "You. Explain." She paused and looked at Sakura. "I don't have to torture the brat, right?" That would be unfortunate. And messy. All her tools were still in good condition, blood would just screw everything up.
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Post by vierre on Sept 7, 2009 21:59:11 GMT -5
“If I shall be sleeping alone, I might recall a certain Captain offering my beloved Commander’s pocky stash to our hostage. But, if I can expect company then I would have to agree that poor Ayame is simply confused.”
Vierre tilted his head away from Lucien as far as he could as the red head draped himself languidly against him. He did not however, push or step away. He cleared his throat as the Parisian traced a finger down his chest. How entirely not unexpected of Lucien. And yet, Vierre could conjure no cogent response. He smiled wryly at Lucien, his proposition seeming to hang clumsily in the air.
“Girl’s radiating stress signals.”
Lucien resigned to his spot on the table, and Vierre straightened his uniform out, recollecting himself. “Ah well yes,” he replied, rolling onward with his chosen story, despite knowing full well that Sakura was buying absolutely none of it. “Often times it is those who show no reaction at all to such terrible mental anguish that are the ones most affected. In fact, look how cheerful she appears. The poor girl is surely traumatized!” Unlike mere seconds earlier, he now had an answer for everything. Even while utterly dead in the water.
His efforts for distraction saw no success, as the Commander-in-Chief honed in on his earlier transgressions, intent on dragging them out into the open, followed by what was quite possibly his total destruction. He beamed innocently at Sakura as she approached him, pretending not to see the intent in her eyes. She too began to trace a finger up his chest.
“DeMara? That pocky stash that she spoke of… it wouldn’t be my personal stock, now would it? Because you know…I am very fond of my Pocky…so you wouldn’t go stealing from me, nor would you encourage it… Ne?”
Her hand came up and with a vice grip clamped down on his right cheek. Vierre tried not to wince, even though his eye twitched slightly. His body froze as he hunched over slightly, pulled down awkwardly by the grip. He mumbled some kind of response, but it was far from intelligible while she had his cheek pinned.
As Sakura let go, Vierre exhaled in a sigh of relief and straightened to his full height. He waited for a moment, the feeling trickling back into his bright red cheek. Slowly it curled back up into a grin. “While I much prefer our esteemed commander drawing a finger up my chest, rather than Lucien… how about a new house rule. How about we all agree now that people need to stop touching my chest, hmm? I think that’d be a splendid idea! However Commander… you make it sound like a challenge. Oh why did you go and do that? How cruel. You know, I can’t resist a good challenge.” He looked back at Ayame, a mischievous tail growing on the grin, suggesting that he was far from dissuaded.
Once Sakura had stepped away from Vierre, Lucien smiled innocently. “So… about tonight…?”
“Lucky for me, it seems that I am in trouble either way. Strange how that is considered luck all of a sudden,” commented Vierre sardonically. “You were just a tad too late, I suppose. I’m sorry to say, but you’ll need to hop on those little bits of blackmail sooner next time, eh Lucien?”
It was only now, with a temporary reprieve from Sakura’s wrath, that Vierre noticed the arrival of the 2nd Division Captain, her blue hair flowing elegantly from beneath the darkened cloak. He assumed Aoi would eventually show up to visit her captive, but despite being a fellow Captain, he knew very little about her- save for and mostly because of the fact that she liked to keep to herself. However, from the numerous battlefields and the few brief exchanges that had taken place between them over time, he knew enough to respect her as a Captain and a person. Ayame seemed to know her well enough as well as she blurted out a nickname to her captor. Emo-san? Vierre snickered quietly. What a brilliant name. He was feeling playful now. “Hey there, Sunshine,” he said deadpan to Aoi, then saluted. One of his colleagues had already threatened him with death. Why not another?
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Sept 11, 2009 10:05:52 GMT -5
Sakura continued to eye Vierre with a look of suspicion. That guy…he was a cheeky one. Reminded her of Lucien…just not so pervy. More like he was in cheeky in the competitive to the point it’s almost childish way. Which was just as troublesome. His comment earlier continued to ring in her ears, and Sakura had made several mental notes to keep a careful eye on her Pocky stash. And her tea stock, just for good measure. While the man had yet to make any suggestion of raiding her tea supply, there was no harm in being a little extra precautious, was there? After all, her tea was (as many people soon come to realize) sacred above all. The thought of someone even touching it without her permission…
Sakura glared at the First Division Captain. There would be blood. She hoped the man knew this, for his own sake.
“Strip poker?! There was strip poker, and I wasn’t invited?” Sakura’s eyes snapped back to look at Lucien, eyebrows shot up in surprise by the suddenness of the outburst. The redhead looked devastated. Absolutely devastated. A dry look quickly replaced the surprised one. And yet for some odd reason she wasn’t as surprised as she should be.
"There, there. It wasn't strip poker. It was strip Texas Hold 'Em. And to answer, it was annoying. Somewhere upstairs, one of my assistants is most likely very naked and one of my other assistants is several hundred dollars and several articles of clothing richer." Sakura turned her gaze to Anju, who was trying to comfort the depressed Frenchman, eyebrows raised in that ‘I shouldn’t be surprised but for some reason I am’ kind of fashion. Strip Texas Hold ‘Em was it? Sakura glanced back to the playboy, the dry look coming back for a brief second. He still looked upset. Sakura rolled her eyes. Aie…no matter what the game was, if the word ‘strip’ was in it…man would be devastated. She poked the playboy in the cheek, pushing it upwards, causing it to form a crooked smile. Or some deranged snarl, depending on how you looked at it.
“Oy. Quit growing mushrooms. There’s always a next time, no?”
A sudden roar of laughter caused Sakura to whirl her head around, just in time to see their little hostage keel over and begin to pound the table with her fists. Sakura’s mouth dropped slightly in sheer shock, a pure ‘W…T…F’ look spreading across her face. Blinking slowly several times, Sakura opened her mouth, but was once again abandoned by her voice box. Was this girl really a princess? And a 17 year old one at that? Girl acted like a bloody four year old! On sugar load! Sakura felt an eye twitch slightly. Yea. Definitely a hyperactive monkey here. Her favorite type of hostage. Note the sarcasm.
"Is she okay?" Sakura turned to look at Anju, the techie pointing to her head in question of the young princess’ sanity. Or lack thereof. Sakura opened her mouth, trying to form a coherent sentence.
“I…I think so…she’s known to be…odd…as far as princesses go…” It was true. While Sakura never really got the chance to meet Ayame during her days as a Knight, the girl’s unique nature made her famous amongst all the branches of the Britannian army. ‘The Odd One’, ‘Rebel Princess’, ‘That Tomboy’ ‘Girl Who Was Given Waaaaaayyy Too Much Sugar and Who Needs to See a Shrink. ASAP’ : just a few of the nicknames the soldiers had come up for her. “EMO-SAN!” Sakura cringed at the volume and rubbed her ear gently. Ow. Her gaze followed to where Ayame was pointing to. Aoi. “YOU! YOU’RE THAT EMO-SAN WHO SNAGGED ME!” Sakura blinked twice at Aoi, her face neutral yet an eyebrow made its way northward and her mouth twitched slightly in amusement. ‘Emo-san?’ The girl had christened Aoi Akuma, the Second Division Captain, a woman to be feared when provoked…‘emo-san?’ Sakura felt her lip tremble, forcing her to bite down on it to prevent herself from laughing out loud. A faint snicker escaped her, and she was quick to throw Aoi an apologetic look before spinning on her heel, hand flying to her mouth as a series of silent chuckles came, causing her shoulders to shake with humor. "I don't have to torture the brat, right?"
“Hmm?” Sakura spun back to face Anju, having successfully composed herself in a matter of a few seconds. Quickly glancing over at the-oh dear god the child was duct taped. Sakura stared at the girl for a few seconds, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion. Her eyes traveled back to Anju. A roll of duct tape was sticking out of her pocket. An eyebrow rose. Ah. There we go. It appeared that Anju had had enough of the screeching. So what did the woman do? Silence the source of annoyance. As child abuse-like it was, Sakura couldn’t deny the gratitude she felt. She already had a headache and the screeching wasn’t helping. “….thank you, Anju-san. Um, as for the torture…” Sakura’s eyes returned back to the techie. “As long as she stays shut up like this, I don’t see any reason to…” She offered a crooked smile.
“No need to get your babies dirty.”
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