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Post by Nero on Apr 13, 2016 8:56:23 GMT
Head Operative? That certainly sounded like an impressive title, even though Nero really had no idea what kind of responsibilities that entailed. She had not been at Chaldea very long and actually had not met very many other Servants or Masters. But, no matter what they were, however, she could surely perform them admirably. She was a genius who could do anything after all! Everything except get rid of her chronic headaches at least. It was true, history did not look favorably back on her rule as Emperor, but that was not her fault! She had all but the best of intentions for her people, and it was only because of people like her mother had things gone so horribly as they did. The citizens were happy until someone set the city on fire and her enemies turned the opinion of the populace against her! She had thought herself safe after Agrippina was gone too. But now, she knew better! Nobody here held such vile sentiments against her. Probably. This time the world would know her true beauty!
Slamming both doors of the audience hall open with her hands, the Roman Emperor entered wearing her ceremonial garb, which was basically just her normal dress with various gold ornaments attached plus a big, fluffy-edged cape. Standing proud, in spite of her height anyway, she took a deep breath and loudly proclaimed her intentions:
"UMU! I, NERO, AM HERE TO DECLARE MY RUNNING IN THIS RACE!"
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Post by signy on Apr 13, 2016 9:14:14 GMT
Elections were always one of Grimhildr’s favorite amusement. Back in her days, there were many jarls and petty kings vying for power. Most they were solved through wars, but every now and then several more enlightened Lords decided it would be best to convene and held something like an electoral process. They would each form a faction and then each faction would nominate “Princes” to be elected as their supreme ruling authority. Signy never viewed these process as useful, since most broke down in the middle of negotiations, or at least ended with widespread rebellion midway through the term. But apparently it was a successful enough system that in the Rhineland it survived as The Holy Roman Empire until much later. Of course, Grimhildr never minded who won those elections in the slightest. Whoever won, in the end it was always her who wielded true authority. Ruling from behind the throne was a much more enjoyable task~ Today, the whole Chaldea had assembled in the room. Rather than listening to the people talking, Grimhildr spent the first few hours inconspicuously shifting through the seats meeting as many people as she could. Her Noble Phantasm, Tarnhelm, was an Artifact that granted Transformation far superior to any Transformation any Magi could ever hope for. But it was limited to people she had personally met, due to the helmet creator’s lack of imagination. So, assembling all the people together in this single room was a godsend for the Witch of Spiders. She could easily meet them all and copied their appearance later. Having carefully selected the most useful Masters and Servants and making Sure to store their characteristics, Grimhildr went back to her seat in the middle of the rows, content to see this election until the end. She did not really mind who nominated whom, but after several early nominations consisted entirely of Servants she felt the need to affect the course somehow. With the exceptions of Knight Classes, Masters were far easier to bring into her influence than were Servants. A Master on the position of representative would benefit her and her plots immensely. Until one of the female Masters rose and nominated another Master. Grimhildr glanced and realized that the Master was one that she had secretly gave Meinblandinn Mjodr through their medicine. A perfect candidate. A slight rucus caused by an over-affectionate fans halted the process for a while. He was quickly sent out of the office, thankfully, and the nomination continued. A red-haired Servant that was seemingly out of his mind delivered an impassionate but misconstrued speech, and The Emperor came barging in through the doors as would be expected. Predictable, unintelligent lot. Grimhildr raised her hand. The room hushed as several heads turned towards the small youth, once again displaying her uncanny ability to grab attention should she wished it. A rare few of the audience clearly stared at her in confusion, unable to display the feeling that they had met her but could not quite put it in their minds. She was, after all, an ally to everyone. She smiled. “I would like to speak my opinion too, if I may.”
*** Yay productive flight
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Post by Miska on Apr 13, 2016 9:16:14 GMT
Head Operatives? Was that really needed? Whomever picked the spot, Miska only hoped that he or she would be sensible and treat everyone fairly. Chaldea desperately needed a good arbiter. Several of the first nominees were Servants, as expected. Miska listened to the name and professed that none of them really took her fancy. The first was a Servant named David Bowie, whose name Miska never heard before. Must have been one of those local heroes. King Atlas was the first King of Atlantis. A Son of Poseidon, often confused with the far more famous Atlas the Titan. While the Titan Atlas was a full God with many interesting adventures, this Atlas never left Atlantis, and ultimately was only a footnote in Plato’s epistles to underscore Athenian Naval Superiority, as told by that hateful cousin of hers Gunnar Kopparsvard ( ‘Where could he be working now?’). The idol-like Servant was-ASTOLFO?! The most handsome of Charlemagne’s Paladins and one of her daydreaming cru- I MEAN! IT COULD NOT BE HIM!! How could he be so… beautiful? “…”Miska paused, finally understanding a little how legends worked. It was said that Astolfo was the most beautiful of the Paladins. Considering he was a male, every reader assumed it would mean “handsome”. In reality he was really, literally, beautiful. As in, princessly beautiful. The stunned Miska missed almost all of what Astolfo said. He felt a little of his innocence flew away. But the next name intrigued her. Artoria? Could that Master meant King Arthur? If that is true Miska would absolutely support him! No one was more qualified to lead such heroes as Arthur, the chivalrous king of Camelot. Artoria… Arthur… Artoria… He leaned to another Master who was sitting beside him. “By Artoria (Lily), did he mean King Arthur or-“ At that moment, another Master stood up and pointed at her. “I’d like to nominate this person.”Miska gaped, staring emptily at the finger pointed directly towards his face. A few Masters around him turned their head at him. “M-me…?”*** Gráinne , please don't be angry!
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Post by Miska on Apr 13, 2016 9:21:02 GMT
She could feel her cheek blushed slightly with the attention, her panicked mind refused to process what he had just heard. W-what did that Master trying to pull by nominating her? She had not even met her! How could she thought of her as… sensible? Dignified? Sure Miska had always tried to act like her title Lord Kopparsvard IX entailed but she never thought of herself as particularly successful in doing that. Thankfully, some other people spoke up, and for a while Miska was forgotten. The last one had the same name with Emperor Nero of Rome, the irresponsible leader who fiddled while Rome burned. Although Miska had been told it was a lie, and that fiddles in Roman times meant extreme anachronisms. “I would like to speak my opinion too, if I may.”A blue-haired Servant which Miska had never seen before addressed the room. Miska felt a surge of anticipation as she spoke. He could not help but think something bad was coming on his way… “We have many excellent and fine candidates here in Chaldea Masters and Servants,” the blue haired youth started, with a voice that Miska could only describe as sweet, “All of them were excellent Magi, or Humanity’s finest worthy of the title of Heroic Spirit. Surely they were all born to lead, and nearly all of us were lucky to have such fine persons here with us now.”
“But I ask you to to think: are they all fit to represent us all Agents? As our Head Operatives? For all of our aspirations? I want you all to think about this for a while.”She paused for a while, sweeping her sight to her room. Miska could hear the room hummed in anticipation. Small as she might, she knew exactly how to modulate her tone and punctuation to make the most of her words. “Before I nominate someone, please allow me to give you an overview of what, I believe, we would require our Head Operatives to be. He or she must be rational but thoughtful. Able to make decision correctly yet also able to understand each of our own personal needs. He or she must be unbiased in their judgment. Therefore, he or she must be free of any attachment to anyone to prevent emotions or bonds impairing thoughts.”‘Might be true,’ Miska thought. He had heard that several of the Agents had already established a much more personal relationship with others. Certainly Miska would not approve if his own needs was put aside because of a Representative’s special someone. “Furthermore,” the youth continued, holding the audience spellbound, “Our elected Head Operatives must understand the way this Organization works. Not only this organization, but also the World we are currently in. Some of us, and me as well, still have much to learn about this strange new world. But many of us here do not, and in fact very familiar with the technology and political systems we are currently living in. This is an important factor. Our Head Operatives must be able to convert our thoughts and opinions to what Chaldea understands and release it back to us. That is how a Representative works. A Head Operatives who is oblivious to the ways of the world as we are living in now is not worth our support. What we need is one with ties to both the past and present, a modern Magus who has clear knowledge of Legends and Histories.” “And last but not least, the elected Head Operatives must not have a confrontational attitude, nor must he or she been known to abuse the power given to them. This Chaldea Head Operatives, I believe, is a position that demand responsibility with the implicit or explicit power given to the wielder. Someone who enjoyed amusing themselves with the expense of others, or who like nothing more than to compare their Stats as if letters really mattered, are clearly a big no-no. Someone who had threatened others with their already established power is out of the picture.”She had Miska’s full attention now, as were other’s attention. They all knew that this blue-haired Servant was not done yet. The question was, who? The youth raised hand, making a clear gesture that she was about to nominate. The whole room held its breath. “With regards of the three qualities I described before: Free, World-Wise, and Responsible, I therefore nominate a Master for the position of Head Operatives. If there are both a Servant and a Master representatives, that is another story. But in the event that there is only one representative, there is only one name I have in mind.”There was an excited silence as everyone saw, in full view, the Servant’s fingers went and rested in front of her, pointing at Miska. “I nominate Miska Kopparsvard.”Suddenly, Miska was sure that her brain was made of lead. Everything seemed to stop. *** Poor Miska...
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Post by signy on Apr 13, 2016 9:26:13 GMT
Oh, she liked that dumbfounded look that Miska gave her. Yes, those innocent but intelligent eyes were all Grimhildr could think of in him as a Representatives. She thought it was obvious to everyone~ But she was far from done. “Master Miska is one of the first Masters to be enlisted in Chaldea,” she continued, now moving slightly in her high spirit, “We have seen many Masters come and go. Some still stay, some have been dropped, and some is too focused with their own to give any visible effect. Master Miska, to my knowledge, has always been consistent with her contribution to Chaldea. She has cleared Missions with overwhelming success, and her interactions with others was everything but lacking. While she did not go out of her way to meet each and every one of us, it was clear that she picked her interactions carefully. Not only that, but she has also found time to help with the Laboratory Staffs in her spare time. A new version of Venetia Gear was recently launched, owing in no small part to Master Miska’s contribution.”
How did she knew this? Well, for the Witch of Spiders nothing could be kept hidden~ “Master Miska is young, but that did not stop him from issuing clear and rational decision in all of his missions. Of course, we can all agree that being young has nothing to do with being a leader, with several of us having lead a country before we are even old enough to lead ourselves,” she said, her gaze rested on some of the world’s most famous conquerors, “In this regard, Master Miska succeed exceedingly well. Never had his Servants complained of irrational orders, nor did his peers regarded his word as anything but wise. He has clear judgment, amazing analytical skill, and is still humble enough to hear what others have to say. If such qualities he brings as part of our Representative, and with the possibility of him maturing and becoming even better, I would have no other person representing my needs.”
She could see that the poor Master almost fainted from embarrassment. Oh, she still had much in her sleeves. “You can see that Master Miska is terribly shy of her good qualities,” she struck, pointing her fingers at the Master. There was a laugh from one of the audience. “But I bear witness that Master Miska never let politeness get in the way of enacting the rules. Master Miska can be very strict if she wanted to. Although her hesitation is understandable. She is young and weak in terms of power. If even someone like me can snap her neck without lifting a finger, I can sympathize with her being wary to talk. You would too, if you were in her position. She needs something to prevent others thwarting her noble efforts to do the right thing. She needs a responsibility. She needs power.”Her eyes glowed. “And that power will surely be provided as Agent’s Head Operatives. You have seen how others abused their power even without this big an authority. You have seen how some Masters threatened each other and some Servants made fun of Masters just because they are weak." She paused, letting her words seep through. "Master Miska never did any of these despicable thing. He has no attached ones to be pampered, no enemies to be wary of, and to my knowledge no one has ever known him but agreed that he is a nice person. He is free of any relationship, and therefore can extend the same treatment to everyone. In missions and in Virtual Lounge he never abused the Command Seals given to him. He never claimed himself to be able to do anything, nor has he ever forced others to do anything against their will. He does not care about stats, does not care about gender, and he sees every person through their merit rather than their renown. But even with someone he greatly dislikes he knew how to keep his cool. All I can say is: He is a responsible person. With the new responsibility given to him as our Head Operatives, Master Miska will ensure order and fun can coexist as one.”She drew breath in a dramatic way. And the final touch… “And lastly, do remember that Master Miska is an original character; A story of her own. That alone makes her better than half of us here, most Servants included.” She said, moving to sit back on her seat. “I can find no more qualified person than her for this Position, and I implore you to think carefully and know that what I said is true.
“Thank you very much.”With that oration completed, Grimhildr calmly resumed her seat amidst the stunned audience. The art that made so many kingdoms kneeled under her. She still had it. But the election result? Perhaps Grimhildr did not actually care... *** Each of my characters would get 1 Quartz, right?
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Post by godfreya on Apr 13, 2016 12:35:43 GMT
An election? It was that time of day where high-ranking officials appoint suitable people to governing positions. It was something she was quite accustomed to as she too experienced this sort of appointment. Of course, it isn't as democratic as this was....since democracy didn't exist during her days. According to the news, it was the Head Operative position that will be decided today. While she was not complete interested in the position itself, it was a chance for her to view how Heroic Spirits and people from different places and time come and make a political decision.
However, positive expectations soon evaporated upon the chaos that had ensued. Worse, a despicable, cursed and devilish person had appeared. It was a person most hated by all and a person condemned by the world. That's why she will....
"I, Godfreya of Jerusalem, come here and raise my sword in order to subjugate this chaos and eliminate that person!"
She exclaimed pointing her sword to the man with varied color of eyes. It was none other than Judas Iscariot. Because of his spiritual curse that is forever active, everyone in this place most likely have come to feel the negative emotions towards him. Before she could continue, however, a new person broke through the current chaos. It was a blonde woman dressed in red. She was none other than the Emperor of Rome infamously known as the Whore of Babylon. A person she loathes as a devoted Christian.
"I object to Emperor Nero's nomination! A Whore cannot be appointed as an official! Her very being is a mockery to government and her entity itself is sin!"
She then jumped over the crowd and took her stand at the top of a pillar. All the spotlight now has been pointing towards her.
"That said, I hereby nominate JESUS CHRIST as HEAD OPERATIVE! Only the Son of Man can lead us to a blessed victory!"
Even without knowing if Jesus is in Chaldea or not, possibly because of her devotion to her faith, she had exclaimed those words just now.
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Post by Frankenmoe on Apr 13, 2016 13:06:27 GMT
Frankenstein really didn't care what was going on, she understood it as it was some kind of election. However, the reason why she didn't really care is that she was newly summoned and she didn't know anyone. Logically she saw the purpose, but just as she saw the purpose of this thing, she couldn't see the logic on why it was happening now.
This is a problem that had to have been solved already.
But that wasn't really didn't about the issue at hand. It was because she felt she had no say or rather she had no stake on this business. Still logically, Frankenstein decided to stay in the room and listen at the nominations. This was her only means to ascertain if she had a say in this ordeal. So practically motionless the Berserker woman stood, almost fading in the background of the crowd as a prop. Just listening.
The first nomination she couldn't take seriously. How could they nominate someone who wasn't here? X
The second one nominated the man who wasn't speaking sense. X
The third left Frankenstein speechless and annoyed at seeing that face again. X
The fourth made some sense. ?
The fifth nomination wasn't that bad. Masters should have a say in things. However, the choice seemed half hearted. ?
Another Berserker? who seemed eager to cast his support for Astolfo. X
The seventh was clearly mad. X
She couldn't follow through the line of thought that voted for the King named Atlas. X
The ninth merely declared her nomination which wasn't a problem. ?
The tenth had a strong presentation. ?
A servant backed the Master called Miska. ?
Then the next person to speak also rambled and screamed. X
Clearly she needed more information. Unfortunately for her, she was irremediably shy so it wasn't so simple as if she could lean in and speak to the people around her to ask for opinions. So she did the next best thing. She stayed put, hoped no one would pay attention to her while she listened at tidbits from other people. While listening to further nominations.
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Post by Nero on Apr 13, 2016 19:56:22 GMT
Such a vehement denial to her nomination actually left Nero both shocked and hurt, with those sentiments clearly manifested upon her face. She didn't even know that person! The blonde woman who called her out carried herself with a great deal of dignity, and dressed as such. And in spite of her rudeness, her soft features lent themselves to a rather beautiful face, maybe even rivaling Nero's own. Her initial thought considered the woman to be another hapless fool manipulated by her mother. Surely she could be reasoned with!
Or not, judging by her declared nomination. This woman was stricken with a completely different delusion, and one that was far, far beyond reason. Leaping up onto the platform at the front of the room, the red-clad Roman Emperor turned towards Godfreya who was high atop the pillar, manifesting the Aeustus Estus, her flaming longsword and pointing it at her fellow blonde Saber as if in challenge. Even such a erroneous and pretentious insult would not be abided.
"WOMAN! How dare you call me a whore! I was loyal to my wife and no one else!" Well, maybe there were vague memories of another woman, somewhere on the moon or something like that. Still, she was a Servant by then, and it wasn't in her actual lifetime. And Nero was manifested at her pre-married age too. Minor details, really.
"I was just in stopping your manipulative religion! Your leaders were just as corrupt, and only sought to benefit through the oppression and misery of my people! Your narrow-minded world views blind you to the truth and the beauty of the arts! Such fools like you constrain the imagination of man and have them bow down like slaves! Your delusions and lies now only prove my point! My citizens, the Roman citizens deserve happiness, and I sought to give them that! I did not stand for your like then, and I do not stand for it now!"
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Post by unknown on Apr 13, 2016 21:54:52 GMT
Pyrrha strode into the room in her Hoplite get-up, a large highly polished bronze shield strapped to her arm and her spear resting on her shoulder as she strode in. Her sandaled feet clacked on the floor with a faint clicking sound with each step. But the hustle and bustle drowned out her entry. She had heard of what was happening, and she was determined to be a part of this. She was also determined to throw her helmet into the ring. Serving under others hadn’t served her well, she knew the sting of having a bad king stealing away one’s prizes and glory, and this time around she wasn’t going to stand by and let some jumped up glory hog take what was rightfully others, spoils or honour she was certain that she could make sure everyone got what they earned.
She strode up to the stage and hopped onto it, she was amongst equally prestigious heroes, many of whom were comparable to fame with her. But Pyrrha was a girl on a mission, and she was sure that she could do a good job; not because of her fame or power but because she knew the bitter sting of being ill regarded and robbery by her higher ups. She banged her spear on the shield, it was a minor thing, regular and not the mighty phantasm she was gifted by Hephaestus and her mother but a decent shield all the same.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
She knocked thrice, the ringing of metal on metal echoing throughout the halls as she set a determined expression on her face, she was almost quivering with excitement as her red hair sat tied back in an unruly mess. She puffed her chest out.
“I, Pyrrha, some may know me as Achilles better. Declare my standing in this election, I know of the sting of harsh rulers and unfair judgements. I also know well the pain of the stealing of honour, and justly earned prizes. I promise that if you vote for me you will all get what you earn, and all know that what prizes you take will not be stolen by me like a greedy king, if you elect me I will not lead from on high. You will not be under me but beside me and me beside you.”
She took a deep breath.
“Everyone will see the combat they desire, and together we will wipe out those that would do us wrong, I will not ask for a tribute like most kings, the honour of leading you to your own prizes and goals, and the pride of leading such fine heroes will be enough! Your burdens will be my burdens, and I will share in your toil! Together we can beat the scourges facing humanity!”
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Post by King Atlas on Apr 13, 2016 22:00:39 GMT
The moment EMIYA nominated him, Atlas just burst out laughing at the suggestion. Yeah, there was no way that was happening. He was the most hated man in this room and had gone out of his way to piss off many of the people there at one point or another. There was no way in hell he was winning this. And then the divine traitor made his entrance. Judas motherfucking Iscariot. The color drained from Atlas's face as he saw him talk. Gods no... please gods no... I forgot about that hippie betraying shitter... Now Atlas was someone to whom people would point and say "at least he's not Judas." Robin Hood nominating him did not help at all, the look of obvious panic on Atlas's face apparent. Atlas had to act fast, he had to get out of being elected. He didn't mind having something to do but holy sweet mother of God the paperwork would kill him. He'd just do paperwork and then take breaks to cry inbetween his mountains of paperwork. He needed to get everyone against him even more than fucking Judas, and he had to do it now. He had to get to the pink haired Frenchie! Chasing down after Astolfo, he summoned Poseidon, and took a swing at the back of Astolfo's head with its flat. Not caring whether it hit, because really the point was the effort would piss off every French Servant there, he grabbed the mic and ran back. Getting on the stage, he cleared his throat. "I, Atlas, Overlord of Atlantis, graciously accept the nominations and will serve honorably if elected!" He began. He was getting out of this one way or another. Using magic to create a dramatic flair, he began shouting to the crowd. "I will embezzle Chaldea's funding for my own personal affairs! I will screw all my secretaries! I will kill the Irish, the French, and anyone who disagrees with me! All hail the glorious golden age I will bring!" Not good enough, he needed more. "I will also change history to make it less shitty!" He boldly declared, "Because seriously, Atlantis sinking was total bullshit!" And okay, he genuinely believed that, but still. "Also I'd probably find out and correct whatever made Master Celenike the way she is." He winced the moment the words were out of his mouth, people might actually agree with that.He still had one trump card. Shooting his hand up in a Nazi salute, he called out to the crowd. "HEIL HITLER!!!"With that, Atlas unceremoniously tossed the microphone over his shoulder and unintentionally at Dr. Roman's head. Confident that there was no way in hell he was going to win now, he goosestepped off the stage, hand still raised, with a smug smirk, flipping off the two Counter Guardians as he went by. tags: i ain't taggin' shit notes: woo no responsibility!
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