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1/14/2016 12:35:22 AM
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*Fenrir, departing the Avalon after a week to rendezvous with Sawyer at the job in the Voris sector.*
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[b]he finds Shepard [/b] "I'm going in"
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"Be careful. He's throwing a party. You should easily blend into the crowd, but once he starts dying, it will be difficult to make the exit. I'll have to escort the brother out, so wait for me at the inn. Also, should you encounter me and someone introduces me, we have not met, and my name shall be Jean Carlen." *Fenrir deactivates the armor, and it dissolves, leaving him in a tux appropriate for the party.*
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[b]he pulls down the mask, bearing his stitched face. He hopes to get in under the cover of a peasant man, bearing gifts for the king[/b] "I'm going in, I'll go by the alias of Jacob smith, if anyone should ask." [b]he walks into the entrance, looking for a king [/b]
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*The king is surrounded by his court, a group of Lord's and Ladies dressed in pompous gowns and ridiculously frilly tuxes. Fenrir communicates to Shephard via his earpiece, which looks like he's coordinating security.* "Alright, there he is. Surrounded by the 'most esteemed members' of Vorisian society." *Fenrir stands next to the younger prince, Cayde Van Ryshe. He begins to consult with Cayde's advisors on the latest news of the system, and explain his disappearance.*
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[b]he runs up to him, with a very troubled look on his face. [/b] "Sir I need your help! It's a threat to your supremacy! A rival king challenges you to a duel!"
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*The King turns one eye to him.* "And why would a rival king challenge me through a peasant? Get away worm, and be grateful of my gift of mercy." *The King returns to talking with his court. Fenrir notices and talks to Shephard.* "See why he needs to go? Yes, within the cities, Voris is beautiful, but the outlying lands and planets are pitiful, full of people struggling to feed themselves for a day. The king promotes his charity, asking, and receiving, thousands of donations. But how did he pay for this feast, I wonder?"
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"Please sir! He has a powerful weapon and insists on fighting you now... Or your kingdom, including you, is going up in a nuclear cloud of smoke. He was the first man he could find, and I beg you.. I have a family.. A wife, a child... Seeing them burn would only burn into my soul as the loss of your kingdom would to yours... Face him.. I beg you."
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*The King reluctantly turns around, visibly cringing.* "Fine, fine, don't grovel on my new shoes." *He says, kicking him away lightly.* "Where is this bothersome duel, and what weapons are we to use?"
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"Your finest blade, sir"
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"Fine. Guards! Fetch my blade! And the location?"
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"Just outside, follow me sir!"
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Edited by Sanctus Caesar: 1/14/2016 2:29:03 AM"Ugh...fine, lets just get this done." *Curious and excited, the guests and relatives follow as well."[spoiler]turning in for the night.[/spoiler]
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[b]he follows, troubled by his subjects following him[/b] [spoiler]you just had to have them follow him. Great.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Last reply. Also, mwahahaha![/spoiler] *The King suddenly grows fearful of failing in front of them.* "Go inside! I do not want you to see this act of barbarism I shall perform!"
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[b]shepard leads him outside, and as the subjects leave, he holds him in a hold and forces him to chug a bottle of milk, slipping into a suit of ceremonial armor and dropping a sword on the floor, he had gored the king with. He starts running for the inn [/b]
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*Fenrir is enjoying the ball when everyone starts screaming as the King enters, barely holding his guts in and milk dribbling out of his mouth. He stumbles a few steps, then faceplants.* "FIND THEM, FIND THE ONES WHO DID THIS, AND I SHALL SEE THEM DRAWN AND QUARTERED!" *The prince yells in anguish, as he did love his older brother. After the servants moved the body and cleaned up, the prince called off the ball. He left for his room and did not exit for two days. When he did exit, he met with his advisors and got the funeral arrangements made. His first move was to shut down the military for a 'day of solace and remembrance,' then he summoned the generals to his court and fired them, placing his own men in their place. Civil war was avoided, and the better King crowned. Fenrir met with Shephard at the inn some days later.* "I resigned on the grounds of 'humiliating failure.' Could have been done better, but good job. Here's your share of the earnings, and I'll see you when we next meet." *Fenrir extends his hand towards Shephard.*
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"Take it, you'll need it to rebuild."
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"Rebuild what?"
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"Rebuild your political structure. It's gonna take more than a bit of willpower to undo a dictators wrongdoings"
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"Not my political structure. Though, now that you mention it, I think I [b]will[/b] give it as a start-up fund."
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"Good to see these people are still kicking b After their kings assassination"
