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Yuuri Shibuya: Maou, Greetings, this memo is in regard to tomorrow's visit. There is an obscure tradition that has fallen out of favor over the last few centuries where the marriage contract of a royal family is not validated until the head of household recognizes it. As my mother's eldest son, the honor to be referred to as head of household falls upon my shoulders. I failed to mention this tactic when I was listing items you could not trade in exchange for Conrad. I will be in my office all day should you care for further discussion making plans to coordinate our defenses during the visit. Gwendal von Walde
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It's amazing that with as anti-social as Gwendal is that over the last few days he'd been riddled with multiple confrontations with the residents of Blood Pledge Castle. If dealing with people was always this annoying he'll chose a mountain of paperwork any day. ( Summary ) Today would be busy making preparations for tomorrow. Yuuri will be visited by Belal with his bogus charges. How dare that king try to worm his way into our land! Gwendal will make certain that the armed forces are prepared for any tricks the loathsome king might try to pull. It would be a good idea to conduct a meeting between himself, the Maou, Gunter, Conrad, and Yozak. It would be unwise for them to be unprepared. **
OOC: Tag open to anyone, anyone game for plotting the protection of the kingdom!
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Gwendal woke up after a safe night in his double's quarters, surprised that Anissina didn't hunt him down. Feeling refreshed, if not a little anxious, he made his way cautiously through the palace corridors, on his way to the kitchens. |
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Bracing himself for what might be beyond the door and hoping to not be interrupting anything Gwendal knocked on the bedroom door of his double. It was probably a foolish plan, but should Anissina seek to find vengenance on him for his abrupt departure the night before he couldn't think of a safer place to be. Who was safer, stronger, more wise than himself? No one! Which is why he was seeking the aid of himself...more or less.
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Gwendal woke up early, having had a night full of tossing and turning in worry about the possible means of torture Anissina might instill upon his person. He shoved his covers aside in annoyance and strode to his desk. He pulled out blank parchment and pen and began to compose a ( letter to Conrad ) He tossed on his uniform quickly and then handed the letter to the nearest guard in the hallway.
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After what seemed like a month of tedious nothing, yesterday had been remarkably eventful. ( Day 50 time-line ) He lay stretched out on his stomach, arms tucked under his pillow supporting his head, listening and waiting for his door to open and Anissina to come and force him on a vacation. Would their plans to go off together be altered now that Conrad has returned? He’s glad he’s back, but he would much rather spend the day exploring his feelings for Nisa privately than joining in the celebration Hieka and his mother have been planning. He’d like to speak with Conrad, but now does not seem to be the time. Maybe it would be best if he waited for Conrad to come to him. In the meantime, Gwendal would go off fishing with Anissina…and hopefully catch something more worthwhile than a fish! He stretched his muscles, grateful for the previous evening's massage as he felt more relaxed than he had in months. A breeze came blowing in from his open window, the cool dawn air brushed across the bare skin of his back and Gwendal fell back into a peaceful slumber. |
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Gwendal took another swing, practicing his swordsman stance. His muscles are limber and well toned and he's now coating in a sheen of sweat. However, his swings do not lessen in either intensity or grace as he continues. It's been a long month of monotonous work. One would think that after a great war there might be a sense of accomplishment and perhaps celebration. All he noticed was the same amount of paperwork that normally tend. Gunter had no need to use his residence after his return. Apparently since Jose returned to Earth his bed was free once again. Though Gwendal had his suspicions that Gunter wasn't visiting his bed...but that is a matter he'd prefer not to indulge in pondering. He thought that upon discovering someone had been in her laboratory that Anissina would have taken some form of revenge upon him. Perhaps her plans of revenge are lurking within the depths of her maniacal electric blue eyes. Other than paperwork, avoiding Anissina and her possible revenge, avoiding his mother after his embarrassing display of emotion, avoiding Gunter after their awkward situation due to the strange cake, and avoiding Gisella after their journey where his temper got the best of him, he'd busied himself exercising his swordsmanship. He can only hope no one interrupts his practice...this time....again. He imagines his sword obliterating the latest pile of paperwork sitting on his desk and he knows that he has a a maniacal look of his own lighting up his eyes.
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He left Gisela at the lodge and rode hard to arrive at Blood Pledge Castle as fast as possible. Gwendal took the herbs and searched for Jose in Gisela and Gunter's room. All he found was a note from the earthling indicating he was better and had left. With a grunt and a toss of the herbs on the bedside table, he went straight for his bedroom. He was more exhausted than he cared to admit, especially after using his powers to manipulate the earth during the rainy conditions. All he wanted to do was fall into bed. Vaguely, he remembered he had told Gunter that his room was available for his disposal. He fell straight in bed without even bothering to pull back the covers.
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( Time line days 15 – 19 )They had pressed on through the night, not stopping at the next village. They were almost to the base of the mountains where the herb they searched for could be found. They hadn’t spoken to each other for several hours now. Gwendal remained confident that the herb was within their grasp, for if it wasn’t...he didn’t want to contemplate what that would mean.
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Gwendal sat behind his desk, stacks of paperwork had been diligently filled out. He still felt guilty about the other night and was edgy after yesterday's encounter with his mother. He decided the best way to make it up to his old friend for his inappropriate behavior was to make him something. Carefully he selected his thread to start knitting an adorable puppy for Gunter.
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Gwendal paced back and forth in his office, glaring at the ashy mess of his desk. He meant to speak with Gunter about helping with all the paperwork. However he hadn't seen him yet, not that he had looked. He would have left hours ago, after his unexpected visitors earlier that afternoon but it was like the paperwork had taunted him, thinking him weak. He blew out a frustrated breath knowing good and well that the stress he was feeling had nothing to do with paperwork. He walked over towards his window, trying to ignore the scarring of the window seal from where the robotic pigeon had rammed it on the way inside. He was concerned about Conrad and the lack of news on the rescue mission. The office was too small. And with that thought lingering on his mind he left his office, intent on traveling outside. Earth was his element and he had been too distant from it lately. Perhaps after reconnecting with the earth he would regain some of his inner strength. Tag open to anyone who wants to play!
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Gwendal sat in his office, scratching his signature away on the various paperwork sitting before him. The party returned last night, but with the obvious lack of his brother. The safe return of Greta would serve to provide hope. He didn't want to alert the masses as to the dire situation of Conrad. He was quite beloved by the people. And then there was the actual war that continued to rage. No new news had reached him from Anissina. He was certain that after he actually returned her robotic pigeon that she would have written him back immediately in shock. Gwendal blinked, realizing he had drifted off from the task at hand. He continued his endless paperwork. At least Gunter was back, he could share the workload finally.
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What the heck happened? I was sitting at my desk, filling out a few more papers when it seemed that almost for a moment that the stack was becoming thinner. I thought, perhaps an hour or two had passed. Low and behold it is 4 in the afternoon. I set aside my fountain pen and lean back in my chair. My gaze wanders over towards the late afternoon sun shining through the open window. A light breeze rustles the sheets of paper upon my desk. I can feel my brow furrowing as concern for Conrad, Anissina, and the others begins to fill the recesses of my mind. When will they return? I cast another annoyed look at the paperwork that a secretary just deposited on the blank area I had made on my desktop. The progress I had made was just vanquished from sight right before my very eyes. Tag opened to whoever wants to play
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Day 12,13, & 14 in review: I had a visit from Nicola and Eru. Almost makes me want to have a child of my own or at least work on the process I was dumped by Shori. It was not my fault! I received a letter from Anissina and then decided to leave the office to eat. I met a most annoying man named Jose and enjoyed lunch with Princess Greta . She is rather cute, in spite of her obsession with pink. I found that trouble maker Jose in Anissina’s laboratory. Somehow I know she’ll blame me for that. Then I received a distressing letter from Anissina and enjoyed a rare heart-to-heart with my mother. Gwendal settled on writing a letter back to Anissina. ( Letter to Anissina ) He took a deep breath and approached the mechanical pigeon that was still sitting on his window seal.
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Gwendal went directly to his office after having locked up Anissina’s laboratory. That Earthing, Jose, was asking for trouble. Gwendal did not want to be responsible for someone losing their life for having tried to ‘fix’ some of the woman’s experiments. He wasn’t in his office for more than a few minutes when he happened to notice one of Anissina's non-feathered friends sitting in his window seal. “Hello fella, do you have something for me?” Gwendal called softly, gesturing for the robotic pigeon to let him come closer. He took the scrolled up parchment from the creature’s leg. He was surprised that the transaction went so smoothly. Normally those robot pigeons would crash and burn. ( Letter from Anissina ) He held the letter tightly in his hand as he fell to his chair with a heavy *thud*. “Oh Nisa…..” He looked back down at the script to analyze it. It was just a tad bit crooked, as if written under duress. It had to have been written the day before. He looked at the paperwork on his desk. He really couldn’t leave it unattended. Everything would be so backed up. What if he were to ride out there? There was nothing to keep him at the castle but duty. He may be somewhat afraid of Anissina at times, but he couldn’t very well sit around signing documents when she was so obviously miserable, could he?
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After I had lunch with the self-proclaimed future queen I decided to walk through the halls. It had been a while since I've left the office. I had almost forgotten what it was like to hear the sound of people. There seemed to some sort of dancing music coming from one particular room and I made certain to steer clear of that area. It wasn't until I happened to walk past Ani's laboratory that I veered off the path of aimless wandering. Why was the door ajar? |
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It was just another day at the office...more or less. It was amazing how many people could be at the castle and yet it felt as if he was the only one there. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being alone. Often he preferred solitude. It was the best way to get things done. And there was always an endless pile of paperwork awaiting him. No one else was going to do it and it had to be done. The responsibility rested upon him. His hand was hurting. He tried not to let his thoughts stray to the letter that had recently arrived for him. It was from Anissina. ( Letter from Anissina ) She was probably going to give him hell for allowing another relationship to fall to the way-side. Seriously though, he was too busy to invest in much of a relationship with anyone. And besides, it wasn’t his fault if Shori decided that he would rather go back to Earth. His duties came first. They always have and always will. Of course if he didn't eat then he wouldn't be able to do his duties. He pushed away from his desk. Perhaps a quick trip to the kitchens would provide him with enough of a leg stretch so that he would better be able to focus.
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Sometimes I really hate my life and myself. I'm here while they're all out risking their lives. Not that the paperwork isn't important, but it's not like it's a priority. And yeah, someone has to run the castle while everyone else is out gallavanting across the countryside, and send them supplies, but I still feel guilty. Like I should definitely be doing more. What right do I have to stay safe while they're all in danger? |
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[wants to spend some time with Shori, so catches his eye after the meeting and nods in the direction of their room] |
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Not to be an alarmist, but has anyone seen Greta since this afternoon? The one from this world, specifically. |
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Ask any of my RPG/story characters (IC KG, OOC Yozak, IC Gwendal) a question and they will answer. Be careful, some of them may bite you or hump your leg and just about all of them will lie if they don't want to give a straight answer...
Feel free to ask as a character or a mun. They will respond accordingly. |
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Due to the assassin running around, I would like to request that everyone please remain in the company of at least one other person whenever possible. |
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Why me? Am I too young to retire? (Answer: yes.) What the heck is going on around here? Is the world ending? I know most of what's going on, but will everyone please update me on anything and everything you know, so that we can begin to attempt to contain the chaos. By the way, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) missbiceps - don't hurt my brother. [smiles]</font> ((EDIT: I have no idea why that came out in big font the first time around. It had the right code for the small size text...guh. ~_~)) |
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Given the current events of varying sorts but all insanity-depriving, Gwendal had decided that what he needed, and Shori probably needed as well, was a good bottle of wine. He'd produced a good vintage from the wine cellar and had it set on the table, and then he went to shed the outer coat of his uniform and boots in the closet while he waited for Shori to come back from wherever he was currently. ((Smut warning in comments.)) |
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Anissina, why must you insist on constantly causing headaches for me? No, I'm not female. However, I must deal with everyone who has changed genders. I'm thrilled at the pileup of work. I may bribe stressedyozak to do it for me and find myself somewhere sane to hide instead. |
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Well, my life is going along just swimmingly. The usual. Paperwork has slowed for the moment. I need a nap, though... ( Locked to everyone but Shori ) [goes to curl up on his bed and take that nap] |
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[as Shori's nowhere to be found, he uses this chance to get ahead on the paperwork] |
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[despite the fact that it's his room too, he taps on the door politely, standing in the entrance. He's all done with his work for the day and is ready for some relaxation] Shori-san? Would you honor me by having dinner with me? |
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[in true tradition of Cheri's sons, when he gets back from the dance before Shori he changes into pajamas and then makes himself right at home in Shori's bed] |
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[has no idea what he's going to say at his toast, really, so he's relying on the power of improvisation, though now he's trying to think it out while he's waiting] This is an important step in your lives... no, likely to put audience to sleep... congratulations and don't do anything I wouldn't do... [mutters] No, dammit. This is why I'm not Maou. |
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Gwendal surveys his outfit as the Snow Queen, laid out on the bed. It looks set, so he begins to put it on. First the dress, a white number trimmed in fur with a silver underskirt. The collar is shaped like a snowflake. He then slides a snow leopard mask over his face, ice-blue eyes shining through the eye holes. His hair he frosts with silver, braids, and slings over his shoulder to hang down his chest. Below the half-mask, he paints his skin white and covers his lips in silver. Small snowflake earrings attach to his ears, and now that he's finished with everything that requires dexterity, he pulls on white gloves. Finished, he checks his outfit once again in the mirror before heading to the ballroom. |
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[finishes up all the paperwork that needs to be done immediately and then leaves a note on the door] Gone to take a couple days' break. Twitchy Yozak knows where to find me if any emergencies come up. Emergencies, mind you. Not anything else. -Gwendal von Walde [then takes off to parts unknown] |
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Sleeping on the couch is not condusive to... well... sleeping. Or to not having a stiff back and a painful crick in your neck. |
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[Gwendal poked his head into what was, technically, his room; however, he was fairly considerate and didn't want to disturb Shori if he was dressing or something despite that] Shibuya-san? Would you like to go for a walk? You might be interested to go into the forest and see some of the native animals...er... perhaps? |
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[needs a break, shuts his office door except for a crack and then pulls out his current knitting project] This will hopefully calm me down. |
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[hangs up the new outfit in the back of his closet, hidden for the moment] |
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I don't think I got a wink of sleep last night. I am going to hunt down whomever made the sleeping arrangements and kill them. (Mother.... it better not have been you. You know how much I need my sleep!) I've never needed that much, but I do need some. Grr. None of which is technically shibuya_shori's fault, but having him so close... |
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[waiting for Shori, fidgeting just the teeniest bit] .... [obsessive-compulsively checks the contents of the picnic basket for anything that might have been forgotten for the umpteenth time, and then sighs, going back to waiting] ...I hope he didn't get too lost. |
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...This 'aspirin' that Shibuya-san gave me is wonderful stuff. That woman is a goddess, I swear. |
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I have this odd feeling that Hahaue is up to something. And Shibuya-san is in on it too... Ah well. Would you like that tour that they are proposing I give you, shibuya_shori? |
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I have such a headache. The chaos... it's... [rubs temples] I think I'll go knit and try to relax. See, I rarely say this, but it's times like these I need to be dating someone. Who else will give you a backrub when you have that tension-in-the-neck feeling from too much stress? [whips out knitting and starts working on stuffed seal] |
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