Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-108.193.28.68-20150625203604/@comment-108.193.28.68-20150625211916


 * Emperor Phillip I was not one to worry... yet he still felt worry for his daughter. Of course, she could handle any difficulties that might come up... and so could the guards accompanying her. His three best would be among them, and there was no doubt that they would be up to the task. He quietly looks out through a small window down at the small courtyard. The grey car was ready to go, as well as three trucks--two to carry a small division of guards, and one to carry various supplies. More than enough for the journey, as well as a few small gifts as a show of good will. He could only hope that it wasn't a mistake to send her to the Robot Kingdom first, of all places. His advisors told him that it might be easier to impress the technologically-backwards state, and it's leadership seemed to be exhausted of war at the moment. Of course, that didn't put him at ease as much as they would've hoped...

Memories still went through his mind about that fateful night... They had taken so much from him... He could no longer feel the warmth of the sun on his face. He could never again enjoy a warm meal... He would never be able to bring back the now-foreign feeling of being alive...

Of course, that which he had lost, he had ironically been able to give to his daughter--abilities rarely seen in possession of anything mechanical...even life was something that could be simulated to an extent, and so she had been given it... he could only hope that she wouldn't have that which he had given stolen from her... if history were to repeat itself...

He watched as the car made its way through the gates of the citadel.

...There would be grave consequences.*