The Beatus
09-04-2009, 08:43
Presidential Palace, City of the Blessed
President Igor Staten Vladovich, had decided, that the first floor, bathroom, in the north by northwest wing, needed a new hot tub. However, the room was to small, and thus had to be enlarged. This required knocking down one of the walls. And that was exactly what the contractors were doing. Taking sledge hammers to the priceless tile mosaic that had adorned the bathroom wall. The banging, and crashing, awoke something, or to put it better someone, from their sleep below. The contractors had noway of knowing this of course. How were they to know, they were hammering away at a secret entrance, to a hidden room. Only 4 people knew of the rooms existence. One of them, was within it, sleeping, and the other three had died almost a year ago, in a limo explosion.
Secret Room Beneath the Palace
A man stirred in his bed. His hidden home, lacked the fine amenities of windows or a clock. He knew not what time it was, so even though it was day, he slept. His body had reset to a 23 hour clock. Until the banging came. The banging, woke him right up. Months of quiet, the banging sounded like artillery was being fired. He knew now, that his time had come. He would be leaving his new home, and reclaiming his place in the world. He flipped on the lights, and gathered his things, before proceeding to the stairs.
Palace Bathroom
The contractors had broken through the wall, just in time, to see a light flip on in the stairwell beyond. At first, they were surprised by the fact that there was a stairwell there, it was not on any of the plans. But that was soon surpassed, by the fact that someone had turned on a light within the stairwell. The third shock was more than some could take. They proceeded to faint, or run screaming from the room, as if they had seen a ghost. The reason for that was simple, they believed they had. Slowly, but surely a quite tan, and clean shaven, Edwardo Listless, picked his way through the tattered wall. He wore a blue Hawaiian shirt, with palm trees on it, Khaki shorts, and a wide brimmed floppy hat. In his hand was a worn suitcase. The first thing he did, when he stepped through the wall, was turn back, and look at the ruined mosaic. He found it quite sad, he had really liked that Mosaic. It was the reason he had chosen that spot for his vacation spot. He then looked around the room, for Jim, or Ted, or Heinrich. However, all he saw, were rather short, and young contractors, wielding sledge hammers.
Edwardo paused for a minute, attempting to remember how to force his vocal cords to produce sound, and then manipulate that sound into words. He soon succeeded, by saying, "So, I take it Jim didn't send you to get me," he motioned to the now destroyed wall.
The next hour, was quite a shock to Edwardo, as he heard what had happened in the nation, while his vacation rolled on. When Jim asked what he should tell people, to explain Edwardo's sudden absence, Edwardo now regretted telling him to make something up. When they first explained to him, how long it had been, he didn't quite believe them. He demanded to see Jim, and everything made sense when the boys explained that Jim had died, almost a year ago. So had Ted, and Heinrich. Thus, he remained on vacation, while the rest of the world though him dead.
The first course of action, was to confront the current President, Igor Staten Vladovich, and inform him, that his services were no longer needed.
Presidential Quarters
"I wish to thank you, for the great service you have done for your nation, my boy," Edwardo said, to Igor. "However, I am back, and your services are no longer needed."
Igor simply laughed, and said, "I think I am quite fine where I am right now, old man. It is you who is no longer needed."
By this time, Edwardo realized the course the conversation was heading. This kid was acting like a movie villein. Edwardo felt it would just be quicker to deal with this now, before anymore time was wasted in talking. He pulled his .45 from it's holster, conveniently concealed beneath his happy Hawaiian shirt, and put three rounds in Igor. On in the head, and two in the chest, just to be sure. And so it was done. The only thing left to do, was inform the public.
International Address
TV cameras started rolling, as Edwardo Listless, now wearing a blood stained, yet still, somehow comforting Hawaiian shirt, and khakis, stepped up to the podium. After a few seconds of though, he spoke. "First of all, I want to dispel any rumors. I know that many of you, are under the impression that I have died. I apologize for that. I don't know exactly how that happened, however, I do believe it was my own fault. Now, many of you, may be asking, if I was alive, where have I been, through all the hardship, all the struggles, all the death? Again, I wish to apologize. I had intended for it to only be a short vacation, however, when, my former friend, and colleague, Jim Lange, died, it appears, I was forgotten about. What matters, is I am here now, I am alive now. To put right what has gone wrong. To restore the Beatus to it's former Glory. First of all, I wish to inform all of you, that regrettably, the former President, Igor Staten Vladovich, has died. I had to shoot him, in self-defense. Things will be better now. Things will change. The corruption, and scandals end here. Things are reverting to the old, and glorious ways. The Theocracy of the Beatus, will once again walk along the Path, the Path of the Blessed, which for thousands of years, has guided our find nation, towards prosperity, and well being. Now, I know that many of you out there have many questions, however, at this time, I will only be taking questions from the press. And even then, it will only be short, as there is much work to be done." He then looked out into the crowd of reporters, who had only been told, that this would be a major announcement, and they would hate themselves if they did not come. He hoped that some of them, would be able to overcome their shock, and ask him some questions.
President Igor Staten Vladovich, had decided, that the first floor, bathroom, in the north by northwest wing, needed a new hot tub. However, the room was to small, and thus had to be enlarged. This required knocking down one of the walls. And that was exactly what the contractors were doing. Taking sledge hammers to the priceless tile mosaic that had adorned the bathroom wall. The banging, and crashing, awoke something, or to put it better someone, from their sleep below. The contractors had noway of knowing this of course. How were they to know, they were hammering away at a secret entrance, to a hidden room. Only 4 people knew of the rooms existence. One of them, was within it, sleeping, and the other three had died almost a year ago, in a limo explosion.
Secret Room Beneath the Palace
A man stirred in his bed. His hidden home, lacked the fine amenities of windows or a clock. He knew not what time it was, so even though it was day, he slept. His body had reset to a 23 hour clock. Until the banging came. The banging, woke him right up. Months of quiet, the banging sounded like artillery was being fired. He knew now, that his time had come. He would be leaving his new home, and reclaiming his place in the world. He flipped on the lights, and gathered his things, before proceeding to the stairs.
Palace Bathroom
The contractors had broken through the wall, just in time, to see a light flip on in the stairwell beyond. At first, they were surprised by the fact that there was a stairwell there, it was not on any of the plans. But that was soon surpassed, by the fact that someone had turned on a light within the stairwell. The third shock was more than some could take. They proceeded to faint, or run screaming from the room, as if they had seen a ghost. The reason for that was simple, they believed they had. Slowly, but surely a quite tan, and clean shaven, Edwardo Listless, picked his way through the tattered wall. He wore a blue Hawaiian shirt, with palm trees on it, Khaki shorts, and a wide brimmed floppy hat. In his hand was a worn suitcase. The first thing he did, when he stepped through the wall, was turn back, and look at the ruined mosaic. He found it quite sad, he had really liked that Mosaic. It was the reason he had chosen that spot for his vacation spot. He then looked around the room, for Jim, or Ted, or Heinrich. However, all he saw, were rather short, and young contractors, wielding sledge hammers.
Edwardo paused for a minute, attempting to remember how to force his vocal cords to produce sound, and then manipulate that sound into words. He soon succeeded, by saying, "So, I take it Jim didn't send you to get me," he motioned to the now destroyed wall.
The next hour, was quite a shock to Edwardo, as he heard what had happened in the nation, while his vacation rolled on. When Jim asked what he should tell people, to explain Edwardo's sudden absence, Edwardo now regretted telling him to make something up. When they first explained to him, how long it had been, he didn't quite believe them. He demanded to see Jim, and everything made sense when the boys explained that Jim had died, almost a year ago. So had Ted, and Heinrich. Thus, he remained on vacation, while the rest of the world though him dead.
The first course of action, was to confront the current President, Igor Staten Vladovich, and inform him, that his services were no longer needed.
Presidential Quarters
"I wish to thank you, for the great service you have done for your nation, my boy," Edwardo said, to Igor. "However, I am back, and your services are no longer needed."
Igor simply laughed, and said, "I think I am quite fine where I am right now, old man. It is you who is no longer needed."
By this time, Edwardo realized the course the conversation was heading. This kid was acting like a movie villein. Edwardo felt it would just be quicker to deal with this now, before anymore time was wasted in talking. He pulled his .45 from it's holster, conveniently concealed beneath his happy Hawaiian shirt, and put three rounds in Igor. On in the head, and two in the chest, just to be sure. And so it was done. The only thing left to do, was inform the public.
International Address
TV cameras started rolling, as Edwardo Listless, now wearing a blood stained, yet still, somehow comforting Hawaiian shirt, and khakis, stepped up to the podium. After a few seconds of though, he spoke. "First of all, I want to dispel any rumors. I know that many of you, are under the impression that I have died. I apologize for that. I don't know exactly how that happened, however, I do believe it was my own fault. Now, many of you, may be asking, if I was alive, where have I been, through all the hardship, all the struggles, all the death? Again, I wish to apologize. I had intended for it to only be a short vacation, however, when, my former friend, and colleague, Jim Lange, died, it appears, I was forgotten about. What matters, is I am here now, I am alive now. To put right what has gone wrong. To restore the Beatus to it's former Glory. First of all, I wish to inform all of you, that regrettably, the former President, Igor Staten Vladovich, has died. I had to shoot him, in self-defense. Things will be better now. Things will change. The corruption, and scandals end here. Things are reverting to the old, and glorious ways. The Theocracy of the Beatus, will once again walk along the Path, the Path of the Blessed, which for thousands of years, has guided our find nation, towards prosperity, and well being. Now, I know that many of you out there have many questions, however, at this time, I will only be taking questions from the press. And even then, it will only be short, as there is much work to be done." He then looked out into the crowd of reporters, who had only been told, that this would be a major announcement, and they would hate themselves if they did not come. He hoped that some of them, would be able to overcome their shock, and ask him some questions.