Pschycotic Pschycos
29-08-2005, 20:24
August 4th, 0215 Hours, AC 353
The night was still and quite as Shogun Himura Kenshin got up from his bedroll on the floor. The room around him was dark and still. Moonlight swam in, illuminating dust particles in the air. Across from him against the paper and wood wall (reinforced with titanium on the inside) was a small dresser with a bonsai on it. Quietly leaning down, he picked up his reverse-blade sword and placed it in his sash at his side. He had grown tired of leading the nation recently, and longed to go back to the days when he wandered the nation's backwoods. Slowly, he slid open his door, instantly actracting the attention of the guards outside,
"Sir! Is there anything we can do for you?" One asked him.
"I'm leaving, tell no one what you've see tonight." Kenshin replied.
The other guard was quite shocked, "sir, we can't let you do that!' His partner agreed.
"Than I am sorry," Kenshin said. He drew his sword, and with a single stroke of the flat side, knocked the pair unconscience. Using the lesser travelled halls, he crept to the outside, dashed across the walkways over the pond, and lept the wall. Over the course of his whole flight, he made not a sound and was not seen again. The next guard passing the wall saw nothing but ripples in the water fading out into the gloom of the night, toward the lights of the city...
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August 4th, 0600 Hours, AC 353...
"THE SHOGUN IS MISSING! THE SHOGUN IS MISSING!"
The cries echoed across the compound of Honimishu Castle. For hours, guards searched the castle and the section of the city in the area, but Kenshin was not to be found anywhere. Within hours of the discovery, his son, Commander Heero Yuy was recalled from the military. According to law, the lead of the nation must pass from father to son, and no one wasted any time in getting him to the castle and his new office. Aids were already flocking in to him, making suggestions and this and that. Only one actually made sense or seemed important, "Sir, what about your coronation? Who will be present?"
Heero sat for awhile, head bent and arms folded. Finally, he spoke, "who do you think? Anyone! I'm not so sure it'd be bad if we opened it for the rest of the world, those who actually want to come."
"Yes, Your Excellency. I shall announce to the world that those who wish to come shall be allowed."
"Thank you."
Another aid walked in and spoke, "Sir, where shall we hold it?"
Without moving, Heero answered, "here, in the castle, in the Grande Hall."
"It shall be so." The Grande Hall was at the base of the Japanese style castle, and was immense, a magnificent full two acres in area. Upon this, the rest of the castle rose. Pillars lined the walls, and at the far end from the giant wood (metal reinforced) doors was the shogun's throne. From this throne, the shogun did...nothing actually, it was just there to look cool. As the aid exited, Heero swivled the chair to look out the glass doors that led to the bamboo balcony. Over its railing, he looked down to the ornate covered walkways that stretched and weaved across a small pond that surrounded the castle. On the far shore, against the white stone walls, a garden swayed in the breeze, cherry blooms blowing away over the walls and into the wind. He stayed here, watching the scene in silence.
The night was still and quite as Shogun Himura Kenshin got up from his bedroll on the floor. The room around him was dark and still. Moonlight swam in, illuminating dust particles in the air. Across from him against the paper and wood wall (reinforced with titanium on the inside) was a small dresser with a bonsai on it. Quietly leaning down, he picked up his reverse-blade sword and placed it in his sash at his side. He had grown tired of leading the nation recently, and longed to go back to the days when he wandered the nation's backwoods. Slowly, he slid open his door, instantly actracting the attention of the guards outside,
"Sir! Is there anything we can do for you?" One asked him.
"I'm leaving, tell no one what you've see tonight." Kenshin replied.
The other guard was quite shocked, "sir, we can't let you do that!' His partner agreed.
"Than I am sorry," Kenshin said. He drew his sword, and with a single stroke of the flat side, knocked the pair unconscience. Using the lesser travelled halls, he crept to the outside, dashed across the walkways over the pond, and lept the wall. Over the course of his whole flight, he made not a sound and was not seen again. The next guard passing the wall saw nothing but ripples in the water fading out into the gloom of the night, toward the lights of the city...
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August 4th, 0600 Hours, AC 353...
"THE SHOGUN IS MISSING! THE SHOGUN IS MISSING!"
The cries echoed across the compound of Honimishu Castle. For hours, guards searched the castle and the section of the city in the area, but Kenshin was not to be found anywhere. Within hours of the discovery, his son, Commander Heero Yuy was recalled from the military. According to law, the lead of the nation must pass from father to son, and no one wasted any time in getting him to the castle and his new office. Aids were already flocking in to him, making suggestions and this and that. Only one actually made sense or seemed important, "Sir, what about your coronation? Who will be present?"
Heero sat for awhile, head bent and arms folded. Finally, he spoke, "who do you think? Anyone! I'm not so sure it'd be bad if we opened it for the rest of the world, those who actually want to come."
"Yes, Your Excellency. I shall announce to the world that those who wish to come shall be allowed."
"Thank you."
Another aid walked in and spoke, "Sir, where shall we hold it?"
Without moving, Heero answered, "here, in the castle, in the Grande Hall."
"It shall be so." The Grande Hall was at the base of the Japanese style castle, and was immense, a magnificent full two acres in area. Upon this, the rest of the castle rose. Pillars lined the walls, and at the far end from the giant wood (metal reinforced) doors was the shogun's throne. From this throne, the shogun did...nothing actually, it was just there to look cool. As the aid exited, Heero swivled the chair to look out the glass doors that led to the bamboo balcony. Over its railing, he looked down to the ornate covered walkways that stretched and weaved across a small pond that surrounded the castle. On the far shore, against the white stone walls, a garden swayed in the breeze, cherry blooms blowing away over the walls and into the wind. He stayed here, watching the scene in silence.