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Decaying Madness (An open RP)

NiSora II
22-05-2004, 05:49
OOC: The storyline revolves around the steady decay of the current NiSoran dictator's mental state. As he steadily sinks into the abyss of his mind those around him have to deal with it in their own way. I'll introduce the characters and present their personalities. Then whoever wants to jump in can. It should only take two or three post to make all the introductions.

IC:
*Prime minister Riddrick's Catheral*

The music was beautiful, it's clarity and spontaneous composition were unbelievable. It came from everywhere and it's source seemed to be no where. However walking in any direction would eventually lead to one to the music's epicenter in the middle of the building. The building's center was one eratic mass of golden pipe and fluting ascending to the ceiling. Buried in it's center was a pale, fragile figure running bleeding fingers over giled keys.

Moira stepped out of the shadows, a mere moth herself. The heavy iron masquere mask she wore gave her voice the strange quality of ice.
"Minister Riddrick, the council is convened. Will you come now or shall we wait?" The fluttering of the crimson digits never ceased, but the face hidden by broken proceilan mask and dingy blonde curtain of hair lifted.
"Must you always be so frigid? Have you no lighter sentiment, no joy or laughter? Have you feelings at all? Have you no?!" His tirade ending on a shirek he settled down continuing his espirite concerto. "Must I come away now?" "Yes, sir." She has never smiled, never laughed, never cried. This is why I originally picked her, and yet I can't stand her anymore than I can do without her. She has to die,but it can't be by my hand. "Fine, lets go better to have it over with."

The carriage with it's six horses blowing small clouds waited outside the massive building. The driver stood respectfully by the carriage door holding it open. "Sir, have you good day?" "Of course, my fellow and wish you well." Riddricl and Moira entered the warm cab to sit across from each other. Riddrick immediately turned away to the window leaving his face bathed in the day's melancony light. Studing the prime minister's face
Interior Secertary Moira had to admit from what she could see he was handsome. If only he were not so queer [no he is not gay you perverts]. He was once so wise and strong, what happened?

Her train of thought was interrupted by the jolting of the carriage as it began to move. Another one of the Prime Minister's eccentracies. We have many fine limos and such, but no we must use carriages. And the Higher Classes must wear these masks. But is that so bad considering the-- no don't think about that. *The table tilted and the glasses fell-* "Are you alright Moira?" "Huh?" Oh thats a real diginified response. "Your hands are clenched so tight your cuticles are bleeding." F*ck. "I'm fine, besides you're being rather hypocritical aren't you?" How is he able to bleed so much and still be able to stand upright? "My kind have our ways." Look at how she jumps at that her eyes, so blue-so wild. She is beautiful.

"My lady, my lord we have arrived."
NiSora II
10-06-2004, 22:16
"My lady, my lord we have arrived."

The two stepped out of the carriage each with their shields fully in place. The wind was fretful as it swirled arounded them moaning around the city's
steeples and spires. "My lord perhaps you wish to change your mask before we enter the council chamber?" It was a request, but Riddrick chose to treat it as one. "No my dear, the one I wear will have to suffice for now." Damn your conceit Riddrick, let these fools rip you apart faster then you already unravel. "Sir-" "My decision is final I have nothing to hide, so I will _not_ hide. Is that understood?" "Yes sir." You are a fool, but then so is every visonary.

The step into the shady interior from the dim outdoors was precivable only because of the different quality of quiet. A current of talk was coming from the ampitheather directly ahead. Voices could be heard arguing firecely as the great clock counted down to the time of final arguments and voting. "Have you no sense? If we give into the demands of these fools now we will never see the end of them! We have to crush them now or be crushed!" "Look here you right-wing, pompous windbag of a bloated geezer. We are supposed to be looking out for the people not ourselves and if the majority of the people want this proposal passed then fine we do it. And if you don't like go choke on your medication-laced applesause!"

"Heh, they seem to be having fun, don't they?" "That depends on if anyone has a knife or a shredder hidden on their person today." The two walk in to see two groups standing off with shredders, knifes, and darts aimed at each other. All heads turn to behold the prime minister. As one everyone falls to their knees with heads bowed. "Prime Minister Riddrick."
"Oh don't stop on my account, go on it's quite amusing." The bowed congregation stand slowly and stare at him warily. Whispers can be heard slithering through the crowd.

A young man with blue hair and a eagle-faced mask steps forward.
"Minister Riddrick are you well today? I mean are sure you want to be here for these bi-partisan antics?" Kelire Butanko, always so quick to act, to speak, to lose his charm. The druken eagle, the hunter fool. If he wants
my seat he'll have to take it and not with his giled tongue. "Of course Kelire, why ever do you ask?" Come my little acrobat side-step this noose.
"Because my lord like ever other patriotic citizen I worry for your health. Afterall without you how could we continue onward." Someone coughs the phrase 'kissass'' and Riddrick can't help but to agree. "Of course, lets carry on with the council."

Kelire's smile fades the instant Riddrick's back is turned on him. Does this fool think to put me in my place. How little you know of me my liege. Soon I shall have you put away with the other mad and take over this nation. I will make it great or die trying, but either way you won't be around to see it except in your private hell.
NiSora II
13-06-2004, 13:10
*At the Atredies house in an undisclosed location in the mountains*
The prime minister sat hand upon fist deep in thought before a roaring fire. His right hand grew increasingly agitated as his mood darkened. I grow so tires of this life. Always staying within the tattered, rusted pig iron walls of society's whims. I am not a mule that I have to obey the whip and the carrot without thought. So why does my cabinet seek to use me as such?
Dictating to me what I may and may not do. _I_ am the Prime Minister as was my father and his father before him. I hold the power and _no_ one else. If I, no, should I desire a thing it shall be mine or heads will roll. These maggots are _my_ servants I am _not_ theirs and let any who think otherwise have their blood drench the ground! This last statement he screamed out madly, it's cantance distorting eeriely as it riccochetted through the vaulted halls and empty lifeless rooms.

Lady Moira alone in the savage garden turned abruptly at the sound of the scream and the ensuing laughter. "Riddrick." What is the matter now? She wondered briefly before turning to the prescense behind her. There stood the Director- Sir Phillip Arturo of the House ofKuro'ume. "My lady, you seem startled. Perhaps it is this setting or perhaps it is the erratic behavior of our Lord." His voice was a chilling, somewhat smug monotone. It had the charming effect of being disturbing, something Arturo knew and used to his advantage. However Moira was made of tougher stuff than he was used to. "You are mistaken sir I am not startled merely wary of _intruders_. Speaking of which why exactly are you here?"

She smiled inwardly at the telltale body language which told her the barb had hit it's mark. Somewhat stiffly Arturo replied, "My dear I come only to check on you two and to herald the Lady Noir's arrival. She comes in two days escorted by Duke Kelire Butunko. Moira could not believe the pompous fool before her. "You idiot! Don't you realize he hates and despizes Riddrick?!" Suddenly Arturo leaned foward grabbing her arm and pulling her close. "Yes, I understand perfectly. That is why we need to form a plan before those two arrive." Unbeknown to them a figure watched from above.