Pschycotic Pschycos
31-03-2006, 01:46
Five Years Ago,
Wedding of the Dersconi Czar...
He had disgraced himself. He had disgraced himself horribly. The Czar of Derscon, a long time ally of the Imperial Shogunate, and indeed a close personal friend, had been married today, and he messed it up. Shogun Nakamura Himura Kenshin had never enjoyed church pews, and had, in fact, never made it through a whole service in his life without dozing off once...or twice....maybe the whole sermon...But he had done the unthinkable. The minister had asked for objections. At the same time he went up to stretch. Instantly, he found rifles trained on him, and dirty looks were burning through him. He was forced to endure the rest of the service with this humiliation, and was sure that his face was as red as his hair.
But he had a stroke of genius! Sometimes, the only way to save face was to cause further embarrassment. And this was the position he was in now...
*smack!!*
The whipped-cream pie hitting his face brought Kenshin back to reality. He looked at his watch. He had spent the last half-hour tied to a wall, with these pies being thrown at him. Finally, the last one had been thrown. Laughing, one of his aides came over and untied him. As he walked down of the podium amongst roars of laughter (of joy, not humiliation), he brought his hand up to wipe the pie of his face.
Unbeknownst to him, this subtle action would be the death of many. With no sound to attract attention, a small disk labled "Classified: Project Ronin" fell from his kimono as he passed the delegation from Cherry Ridge, another ally. There it lay, half hidding under the table cloth, its absence unnoticed.
Wedding of the Dersconi Czar...
He had disgraced himself. He had disgraced himself horribly. The Czar of Derscon, a long time ally of the Imperial Shogunate, and indeed a close personal friend, had been married today, and he messed it up. Shogun Nakamura Himura Kenshin had never enjoyed church pews, and had, in fact, never made it through a whole service in his life without dozing off once...or twice....maybe the whole sermon...But he had done the unthinkable. The minister had asked for objections. At the same time he went up to stretch. Instantly, he found rifles trained on him, and dirty looks were burning through him. He was forced to endure the rest of the service with this humiliation, and was sure that his face was as red as his hair.
But he had a stroke of genius! Sometimes, the only way to save face was to cause further embarrassment. And this was the position he was in now...
*smack!!*
The whipped-cream pie hitting his face brought Kenshin back to reality. He looked at his watch. He had spent the last half-hour tied to a wall, with these pies being thrown at him. Finally, the last one had been thrown. Laughing, one of his aides came over and untied him. As he walked down of the podium amongst roars of laughter (of joy, not humiliation), he brought his hand up to wipe the pie of his face.
Unbeknownst to him, this subtle action would be the death of many. With no sound to attract attention, a small disk labled "Classified: Project Ronin" fell from his kimono as he passed the delegation from Cherry Ridge, another ally. There it lay, half hidding under the table cloth, its absence unnoticed.