Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-108.193.29.120-20150326212553/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150327135535


 * The final plans come to conclusion in the emperor's board room. Documents lay about the long, oak-wood table. A map tacked to a board on the wall opposite the doorshows a general layout of the territories, while a similar, more focused map of the known Southern areas lies in the center of the table. Emperor Phillip I is quick to conclude the discussion.*s

Very well. Now that we have established the where, when, how, and who... it is settled. Of course, my daughter will need to be briefed on the situation... where is she again?


 * A steel bodyguard beside him begins to speak- his gentle-mannered voice somewhat contradicting his imposing size. One might notice a small German accent to his speech if they listened carefully.*

She is practizing her marksmanship with Bruno again, sir.

Oh? Well then. Would you go get her? I'll see her in my office in a bit hopefully.

Of course sir.

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 * The daughter in question was currently looking down the sights of an old Kar98 K rifle, taking aim. Her target was moving a bit too quick for her liking, but all it took was a small pause and...

A gun gives a loud retort, soon followed by a yell mixed with anger and surprise.*

OI! THAT WAS MY LAST BOTTLE 'TILL TA'MORROW!


 * Lucia and the bodyguard beside her- another bulky steel-man named Boris with his own rifle hanging from his shoulder by a strap made for the purppose- share a laugh while another bodyguard wearing a dark-green Beret sitting a moderate distance away mourns the loss of his beloved scotch and throws a few rather rude words about in rage. Boris gets up from his crouched position behind the bush and calls back- a slight Russian accent lacing his voice.*

You did not need it anyways!

'TA HECK WITH YA, VODKA BREATH!