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Post by LANCELOT LAMENZA on Jun 22, 2010 23:00:51 GMT -5
 --- who can say that tomorrow ,.[/color][/size][/font] ( WILL BE JUST LIKE TODAY? )[/center] Lancelot Lamenza, crown prince and heir to the throne of Titania was going blind. Not all at once mind you, but slowly but surely his eyesight was whittling away. The cause of such an atrocity? Paperwork. In large quantities. Written in the small, neat handwriting of the palace scribes.
Not many people knew just how much paperwork was involved in the running of a country. Indeed, even Lancelot who attended to stacks upon stacks of such documents only ever saw a tiny fraction of the monstrosity of paper that helped run the country. For the most part though, many of the lesser requests were handled by ministers and lesser scribes cleared to handle such documents. There were still a good deal that required the King’s inspection and seal to be verified however, or Lancelot’s as it were, in order to be put into effect. These were of course the highest level of documentation, the kind that went on to enact or repeal laws, raise or lower taxes, take back or give out land grants, etc.
It was also these documents which often took up so much of Lance’s time, and who had begun to chip away at his eyesight. It hadn’t been until very recently that Lancelot had noticed the degradation of his sight though. The problem came to light after Lance had, in a moment of weakness and embarrassment, complained to one of the scribes of having terrible headaches after reading for a long period of time. He had asked, mostly in jest, at how the man managed to pour over words the way he did day after day without such adverse effects. Rather than dismiss his words as the complaints of a disgruntled royal, the scribe had shown real concern for the Prince’s condition and had gone on to pose a series of questions to try and deduce the problem. After getting an assessment of the conditions the Prince normally read in, the scribe had then had him read a paragraph from a book in different lighting, as well as moving the book either closer or farther away. By the end of all this Lance had found himself thoroughly confused, as well as having begun to develop to tell-tale beginnings of yet another headache, which was only compounded by the scribe’s next words. The scribe had noticed that Lancelot had needed to squint quite a lot in order to read, even when the book had been placed close to him in favorable light. The scribe had reasoned that his constant squinting was to blame for his sudden increase in headaches. Thankfully there was a way to alleviate such things.
It seemed that the Prince would need to acquire a pair of glasses.
It was not such an unheard of thing. Many men who pursued scholarly careers often succumbed to the eventual deterioration of their eyesight. It was peculiar that someone as young as himself would fall victim so quickly, as the usual recipients and wearers of such things were men of middle to old age. Lancelot for his part had been skeptical at first, but had been forced to see reason after calling a physician in for a second opinion. His eyesight was changed irrevocably. Thankfully fixing the problem was quite easy, as Lancelot’s sight was still strong enough that he could operate on a normal basis without the aid of eyeglasses. In fact the only time he was required to wear them was when he planned to read for an extended period of time.
Unfortunately such reading seemed to take up a good deal of his time, and as such Lancelot often found himself wearing the cursed things longer than he ever wanted to. While not a particularly vain man, Lancelot could not but feel faintly embarrassed when those unaccustomed to seeing him wear his glasses saw them for the first time. How could he not? After all, spectacles were things for old men, not for young Princes. In time though Lance had learned to simply bare it, until such looks no longer bothered him so. It didn’t help of course that Lancelot often forgot to remove his glasses after he finished reading-so good was their design that he could barely even feel them perched on the bridge of his nose. Thankfully some kind servant would always inform him of his forgetfulness, to which Lance would respond with a kind thank you while discreetly slipping the frames into his pocket.
Today though no such reminders made their way to him, as the Prince was in a hurry. He’d spent all morning pouring over a new taxation bill which would pull more heavily on the nobility than it had in recent years. There had been protests of course, as Lance had known there would be. For all the nobility liked to pretend at being charitable and helpful in monetary matters, it only took a small tax increase to show just how greedy and self-serving they really were. As it was though Lancelot could find no alternative as increasing taxes for the kingdom’s peasants would cause them to starve, and yet the treasury would not be able to make ends meet this year without extra income. After having agonized over the problem for hours, Lancelot had determined that there was simply no other way (except perhaps to entreaty another kingdom for financial aid, though doing so would weaken Titania even more so which was something Lancelot simply could not do). It was then that Lancelot finally noticed the knocking on his door.
Calling for whoever it was to enter, Lance was soon met by the anxious face of a servant. “Sire, the guest you invited has been waiting for you in your study for the past half hour. Knowing you were busy, the palace staff has done their best to keep them satisfied in the meantime, yet I fear holding off much longer might be…Ill-advised.” Frazzled as he was after dealing with financial troubles for the past few hours, it took Lance a few moments to realize what the servant was talking about. About a week previously Lance had extended an invitation to one of his acquaintances from outside Titania to spend a few days at his castle for a visit. With a jolt Lancelot realized that today was the day they had been scheduled to arrive, yet nobody had informed him of such a thing, let alone that they had been waiting for the past thirty minutes to meet with him. Perhaps their had been some sort of mix up in the hustle and bustle of situating the new guest that had prevented word from reaching Lancelot, or-absorbed in his work as he had been-Lancelot might have simply ignored any messenger who came by. Regardless the facts remained thus: a guest was waiting for him in his study, and Lancelot was terribly late in meeting with them.
Jumping to his feet, Lance had sped from the room, not waiting to have the servant who’d come for him guide him to the study. It wasn’t like he couldn’t find his way around the castle on his own after all. Normally he would have been informed of such a meeting long before hand, giving him ample time to change and make himself presentable after dealing with paperwork all morning. Being late as he was though, there was simply no time, and so Lancelot did the best he could as he raced onwards to the study. He tugged on his clothes which, while still exceptionally fine, were slightly rumpled from his having sat slouched over for so long. Add to that the rather windswept look his hair was sporting after having his hand run through it multiple times, along with the ink that stained his fingertips and the slight bags under his eyes and there was no doubt that he was a rather a poor sight as a monarch to be.
Reaching the door to the study, Lance made one last attempt to straighten out his clothes before allowing the doorman to announce his presence as he stepped into the room.
tagged open words 1343 muse thunder from the storm outside notes HOLY SHI-That is a really long post. D: Try to ignore most of it, as it’s simply an explaination for why Lance is walking into this room wearing glasses. The only really important part is the last two paragraphs. XD quote the pooka prince-prologue credit ! reinvented LOVE , @ caution
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Post by wrath01 on Jun 22, 2010 23:56:33 GMT -5
[/font] ---------------------------------------------------------[/center] this thread is played along with lancelot lamenza and takes place in titania kingdom. the interest is pretty high, so don't worry about short posts. the theme of this thread is lulzy and confusing, and it's all thanks for the amazing wrath to make this happen. he's currently wearing sexy, kingly clothes, so you must know what it looks like. there's something else? well, i'm listening to the pokemon theme by the pokemon team. cool, huh? this post has a total of 744 in it. big, yes?
[/justify][/size][/blockquote] --------------------------------------------------------- DAYS like this were boring. Negotiating peace treaties, having to tell the difference between the raven and a writing desk, and other stuff such as escaping the ever-so envious Vulcans of his own kingdom. They knew that Embla wasn't suited for him, and demanded someone of their own kind to marry him and become the first queen of Volkenon. But alas; he didn't like those dark skinned warrior women that lusted after him for his good looks and tall posture. He was glad that Titania and Volkenon were on some sort of good terms, seeing that if not for casting the magical spell over his fiery kingdom of doom, then Titania would burn down like paper turning into ash. If it wasn't for his powerful vast of magical spells, then his kingdom would've already fallen and he'd been executed by the hands of the other kingdoms that sent various assassins that came after him. He made extra precautions as to what he should wear for his meeting, for that he was about to talk to the prince of Titania, Lancelot Lamenza; a very vague acquaintance that he hasn't met in a long time. This time, he forgot the reason why the boy sent him a letter. Lancelot thought he was going to meet up with a Vulcan or Efreet of the Volkenon kingdom, but that was a total lie, as he was going to meet the great Inferno King, Onyx. He didn't request any Vulcans and Efreet to flank at his sides. It would be extremely suspicious and the humans suffering from the heat that they radiated. Thankful to him, he looked even more human than his counterparts, and thus can radiate heat when he wanted too.
Damn right it was ill-advised for him to be sitting in the study room for over half an hour, having nothing to do except looking at the books on the shelves and the guard situated inside the room looking at him with widened eyes. 'Damn it..' He mumbled, fixing the collar of the tunic that he wore, ruffling his black hair to make it appear more king like. The blazing reds, orange, yellows, gold, and white colors shown on his clothing like racing towards the sun head on, as he wore red (his nation's main color) more than anything else, but today was a special day. He got up and walked around the room, being entertained by the many servants that failed in the process, faking his interest like putting on a believable facade of friendliness. He doesn't consider anyone his friends at all, but rather as pawns to advance him forward on the chess field. "When would he be coming?" Onyx asked sternly towards a servant that was holding a silver plate of drinks, the poor thing darting his head left and right like a squirrel trying to find something to distract themselves from a wolf standing in front of them. "He should be here any moment now. The Prince has been focused on the economy and paperwork the palace scribes have been giving him for the past weeks." Oh; now he understood. He can relate to that perfectly fine: having to cast constant magical spells upon his kingdom that wore him out! Now his anger and tension decreased, but it's still clearly shown.
He saw another palace staff enter the room, opening the door while he spoke. "My Lord; may I present Lancelot Lamenza, the Prince of Titania." With that, the person scurried out of the room as quickly as he could, knowing that Onyx got envious and angry as quickly as fire burns through 5,000 acres of land. As stated earlier, the Prince would've expected a Vulcan or Efreet from Volkenon to be present, but it was King Onyx himself. Without any of his guards flanking his sides like overly-protective parents. He stood up from the chair that he sat on and walked over to greet the blond haired prince. "Prince Lancelot. I know that you were expecting one of my Vulcans or Efreets to meet you today, but due to confidential circumstances, I'm present to take their spot." He spoke calmly, extending a warm hand out to the Prince to greet him. He wasn't the type that would bow. He'll look like a 144 inch ruler in a way. After the formalities were passed, he asked one more question before going back to his chair. "Refresh my memory: why did you send me that letter?"
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Post by LANCELOT LAMENZA on Jun 24, 2010 18:58:08 GMT -5
--- who can say that tomorrow ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( WILL BE JUST LIKE TODAY? )[/center] Some days it seemed, life was determined to throw as many curveballs at Lancelot as possible. Being late had been bad enough-it was never good to leave another nation’s ambassador waiting as long as he had. But another nation’s ruler? That was a potentially fatal mistake by all accounts. Add to that the fact that said ruler was the Inferno King Onyx, and you have quite a mess. Really, the fact that palace along with half of Titania hadn’t burned down already was amazing. The King must have been in a good mood that day, thank the gods.
“K-king Onyx! I’m terribly sorry for making you wait so long. I’ve been attending to the kingdom’s affairs all morning, and appear to have gotten quite sidetracked by them.” Surprise was written all over poor Lancelot’s face. Onyx! King of Volkenon! Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that the King of such a nation would answer his summons. An ambassador such as a Vulcan or Efreet certainly, but this…? “Well, on the bright side this will make the matters I’d meant to discuss less awkward to bring up,” thought Lancelot, trying very hard to find the silver lining to the situation.
The King for his part appeared to think the same thing, almost stating Lancelot’s exact thoughts with his comment as he rose from his chair and came foreword to greet Lancelot. For a moment Lance wondered if he’d ever get his hand back as he watched Onyx’s massive hand engulf his own. Thankfully it was returned a moment as they broke contact, Lancelot’s hand a couple degrees warmer than usual due to the heat of Onyx’s skin. Standing as close as he was, Lancelot couldn’t help but notice the Inferno King’s impressive outfit, what with it’s mixtures of reds and yellows and golds. In comparison Lancelot could only find his own appearance to be rather…Lacking. Certainly his own clothing was just as impressive (a modified military uniform made entirely of fine black cloth trimmed with gold and held together in front with a series of small leather straps and gold buckles, as well as a waist-length red cape), yet rumpled as it was after many hours of Lancelot sitting slumped foreword had weakened it’s overall appearance. Add to that his disheveled looking hair and ink-stained fingers, and one couldn’t help notice that the Prince cut quite the sorry figure next to Volkenon’s King.
Not to mention he was still wearing those damned glasses.
“Ah yes, about that,” said Lancelot, trying as discreetly as possible to remove his glasses and slip them into his pocket. “You’ll forgive me for being yet another worried diplomat knocking on your door about old news, but I called you here today in order to discuss the treaty you have been negotiating with that of King Odin” he continued, following in Onyx’s wake and taking a seat of his own. “I’m sure that by now your tired of hearing such complaints from other countries in regard to the treaty, but you can see why Titania would have a vested interest in such things. It is well known that Odin and his army seek to conquer all of Erion if possible, and would probably be knocking on our doors now if he were not involved in the War against the Vanir forces for the Cauldron. As it stands though, a treaty between Volkenon and Raganival could be dangerous, as it would allow Odin to move troops through your Kingdom to attack Titania. In its current state, I’m afraid my Kingdom would stand no chance against Odin’s forces and would be quickly toppled if such a thing were to happen. This is of course assuming that the treaty you signed with him were in fact something other than a peace treaty as I’ve heard. To put it bluntly, I’m simply trying to verify that the treaty between you two is in fact one of peace, and not a possible alliance between to militaristically strong nations hoping to create a united front in hopes of taking over.”
As he’d talked, the servants nearby had approached the two royals offering them a selection of beverages for their choosing. Lancelot had graciously accepted a cup of tea, which he had placed on a small table next to him and promptly forgotten about as he continued. What he was doing was rather dangerous to say the least. In effect, he was taking an overly antagonistic stance against Onyx in hopes of drawing out some idea as to what was truly going on behind the scenes between Odin and the Inferno King. It was possible that he would incur the King’s wrath for calling him out as he did, but such a thing wouldn’t matter much if Titania were to wake later only to find itself under the control of the Aesir. Of course Lancelot didn’t really expect such a tactic to work against Onyx-the King had lived far longer than Lance himself after all-but still felt it necessary to do something. Besides, if the treaty was simply to negotiate peace between Volkenon and Raganival, neither he nor Onyx had anything to worry about. Lancelot could simply apologize for his harshness, and have the two of them move on to less dangerous subjects.
tagged onyx words 876 muse rock n’ roll high school-the ramones notes Lance is very srs bzns. quote the pooka prince-prologue credit ! reinvented LOVE , @ caution
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