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Post by Dr. Roman on Apr 12, 2016 0:30:11 GMT
"Ahem!" Rather loudly Doctor Romani cleared his throat, unfortunately for the entire Chaldea Staff present in the room he had done it in front of the mic, which meant the sound was as piercing as it was cringy, also probably awkward...
The entirety of Chaldea research body, staff, Provisional Masters and Servants had been summoned. Since Dr Roman as he was affectionately called by some had been given the position of public spokesman, after all!
He was the man of the people, the bridge between the staff and the directive boards!
If only Doctor Romani Akiman knew a thing about public speaking...
"We have all been called today, uh specifically to honor our hard working and danger challenging field agents!" He said, getting a bit enthusiastic. He clapped even, though he was as nervous that he wouldn't even process if people followed him or just remained dead silent or booed him.
"Chaldea will now hold an election to choose the first ever, Head Operative!!!!!!!" He clapped again.
Roman heard a cough somewhere.
"Uhhh... without further a do! Here are the election rules!"
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Post by King Atlas on Apr 12, 2016 0:53:57 GMT
 Finally! A time for change. The drunks at Chaldea would soon be fired and then there would be real change. The gaggle of Servants had gathered and it was a crowded and rather loud place with plenty of commotion. Atlas however, had a plan to make Chaldea great again. There was only one man fit for the job, one man who could lead them into saving the world. And really, it was totally plausible when you thought about it. So as the votes were getting ready to be cast, and the wheels of democracy were beginning to turn, Atlas cleared his throat, he was going to get his opinion out there, and he would be heard! "EXCUSE ME!" He roared, hoping to catch their attention. He waved his ballot in the air to try and get everyone to focus on him. "I BELIEVE I SPEAK FOR ALL OF US, WHEN I SAY WE SHOULD SUMMON, ELECT, AND APPOINT, DAVID BOWIE." What, did you think he was going to vote for himself? "The man died last year and is a treasure. We cannot let this opportunity slip by. If he doesn't quality then summon him as a Wraith." Waving his ballot again, he showed who he was putting democracy to use for! "That is who I am casting my ballot for."And with that, he cast his vote, hoping that he would be able to start an avalance of freedom and politcal progression. He wished to usher in a new age for Chaldea.
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Post by emiya on Apr 12, 2016 3:06:43 GMT
I listen to Atlas' recommendation in stunned silence. David Bowie? The American musician and film star? While he could likely be...charismatic...I couldn't see him having a great influence on Chaldea...if anything, he'd be a giant distraction for the majority of the agents, male and female alike. No. They needed someone who could be a great leader.
My mind floats to two options. First: The warlord general he had followed under in the fight against the Dragon of the River. Her tactics were flawless and she was able to effortlessly see the weakness in the beast, and was skilled in martialing our talents. If this was electing a war leader, there would be no question. However...
The role for this assignment is one who could inspire and delegate. Someone who could hold charisma, someone who could lead an organization in peace, within Chaldea's walls rather than the past. And while my experience with the person has been...less than stellar...I knew the only person that could be trusted with that responsibility.
"I nominate King Atlas, Overlord of Atlantis." I could only hope that, if he was elected, he would use his power responsibly, and not simply use it as another ability to terrorize me with. I wasn't unconfident. He mostly seemed like he needed less free time on his hands.
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Post by Astolfo on Apr 12, 2016 9:57:50 GMT
The idea of elections was a mysterious one to the pink-haired peer, but he couldn’t help but get caught up in the festivities – he had to shout and yell and clap; just like the speaker! Such fun! Being loud was great! But, this talk of elections… so, it was like parliament? Ah, he didn’t care at all for such things; so best leave it to the smart folks. Turning around to leave the crowd, Astolfo began to slink away. He had better things to do today anyway! That cute guy at the cafeteria had finally asked him out, and he’d heard the Cammy was hiding around somewhere… he couldn’t pass up things like –
”I nominate King Atlas, Overlord of Atlantis.”
The word made him immediately twirl around – ‘King’? ‘KING’?! This was his big chance, wasn’t it? Charlemagne would be so proud… a-and Roland would even have to kneel before him! Oh, and all the girls and guys would think he was super cool… what was more impressive than a king? And, he was a princess – err, prince, already; so it was only natural! Snatching up his little crown and putting on his most fancy of capes, Astolfo darted up onto the stage; gently nudging Romani aside with his hip to commandeer the microphone.
"I’m the number one princess in the world…!
So make sure you know how to treat me that way, okay?”
Twirling with the microphone in hand, Astolfo flashed a little peace sign as he begun to sing – there was nothing that would make a crowd’s knees tremble like an idol star! So, it was time to unveil his hidden talent - the moe moe, doki-doki, heart-mending and heart-rending wondrous and gorgeous Pink Star-chan!
"Number one – notice when my hairstyle is different from my usual;
Second, pay attention to what I’m wearing; right down to my shoes;
And third – for every word I say, I expect three in response.
If you’ve got all that, my right hand is empty right now; so do something!
It’s not like I’m being selfish, after all…
I just want you all to think I’m cute from the bottom of your hearts…!
I’m the greatest princess in the world!
Come on, just realise it already!
Keeping me waiting is just unacceptable,
Just who do you think I am?
Chaldea is mine, the world is mine;
So vote for me, right now!”
Ending his song and dance with another twirl and a heart sign made with his fingers, Astolfo figured he’d made his message perfectly clear – but, an idol had to say something sweet at the end, right? "Thank you, everyone! Please think of the Princess of Loveliness when it comes to vote, because she’ll be thinking of you every day! This is Astolfo-chan saying; ‘bye bye!’ I love you! Viva la France!”
Next time, he ought to distribute glow sticks, though…
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Post by Taka Tokisaki on Apr 12, 2016 11:27:30 GMT
It's not really been a long time since he joined Chaldea and there is already an election on going? Taka had been paying attention to the rules and he's been quiet while some servants moved forward and spoke by themselves or others. In all honesty, Taka hasn't spend much time in this organization to tell who would be the best choice for this charge and there was only one person in mind for him that could maybe fit the job.
Taka walked forward making his way through the other agents and raised his hand, he then cleared his voice and with a serious tone he proceeded to speak. "I would like to nominate Artoria Pendragon (lily) for this!" Even with the short time he had to know Artoria, the girl had a good promising future ahead. Artoria also seemed like the safest choice to nominate for a job like this as this organization seemed to need more people like her instead of Rulers or people with their Ego up their heads.
"Not only I feel like Artoria would be the best for this, she also qualifies in all aspects for this position" He then continued on his speech about Artoria, trying to make it short but easy enough to understand "There is surely no better option than a promising Knight and a future King for this than her!".
With nothing more to say, Taka moved out of the way back to a nearby wall near where all the other agents were gathering. He already did his part and other agents or servants might have other things to say as well.
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Post by Gráinne on Apr 12, 2016 15:39:08 GMT
David Bowie…? Well, at least the Throne of Heroes taught them some interesting things, either that or the blond had been tricked into giving such a nomination. Neither surprised her but the sheer oddness of the entire situation had caused her to forget that some of these people were damn legends.
“If I may make a suggestion,” she began, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear before pointing to one of the Masters in the room. “I’d like to nominate this person.” This person whose name and character she didn’t know, but that was completely and utterly besides the point!
“I mean they look like an awfully sensible and dignified person. It’d be nice to have a Master or two nominated as well, don’t you think?” Grey eyes positively lit up at the prospect of having someone who wasn’t a Servant or David Bowie nominated. It would be nice, wouldn’t it? As a Master she still had to come terms with the fact that she was rather powerless in comparison to the Servants around in the first place, not that she minded.
Besides a Master having some sort of power wasn’t necessarily a bad thing in the slightest. Was it?
Probably not. In all honesty anything (even a teddy bear) was better than David Bowie.
“I mean, for starters, they’re…actually here. Which is a bit advantage over the talented Mr Bowie.”
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Post by Turpin on Apr 12, 2016 23:42:38 GMT
Standing at the back of the crowd, Turpin was lost in thought. It was a habit of his to drift away during meetings, he had never been much for protocol or strategy meetings. He usually allowed their dear King and good old Namo do the heavy thinking. So Archbishop Turpin merely caressed his beard and used the natural ability that all men possessed where he didn't particularly think of anything but was still thinking.
If they were out in the open, he might have turned his attention toward the skies. If he had been sitting or had a pencil he might have toyed with it, but as he was standing he merely but masterfully pretended to be deep in thought, all his concentration turned on the discussion going on the podium. Whenever he felt a lot of murmurs, he nodded and frowned a bit.
Then the oddest but most familiar sound invaded his ears.
Turpin looked up, he rubbed his eyes and his jaw nearly fell down.
It was Astolfo!?
He was dressed utterly preposterous and he was singing like that time they all got drunk on the royal court in Constantinople. Tears began to roll down his eyes. To all others it looked like the enourmous priest was utterly enchanted by the voice of the queer looking Paladin.
In truth the Bishop was just suuupeeer happy to see his old companion. Unfortunatly he was at the back of the crowd. The song ended.
"AAAAASTOOOOOOOLFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, MY BOOOOOOOOOY!" Turpin roared, he shook the shoulder of the unfortunate person to be standing next to him. "THAT'S MY FRIEND, OH JOYOUS DAY!" Unfortunately, he wasn't approving of Astolfo's dressing, attitude or wish to be a lovely princess. In fact Turpin wanted to go up to the stage and give his friend a proper spanking!
Alas his enthusiasm was a bit too much, when he started to rush for the stage, screaming "AAAAASTOOOOOOOOLFOOOOOOOOO" Like a madman. sadly halfway through the crowd and just as he was about shove a small man out of his way, his body froze.
"By the power of my command seal, I ask you to kindly leave the room."
Turpin diffused like a hot air balloon and sullenly walked out of the room. However, everyone quietly agreed that the mad priest had casted his vote on the nomination of Astolfo.
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Post by genghis on Apr 13, 2016 0:15:22 GMT
With a bemused smile and his arms crossed, Genghis Khan observed his fellow compatriots. He tried his best to fade into the background but he did agree with the whole notion of field agents starting to get some influence with the higher workings of the organization.
However, it was a tricky discussion that naturally was bound to blow out of proportions. There were Kings among the crowds, there were men and women of powerful egos and powerful ambitions. This was a room that mixed Magi, Common Men and Heroes. So while in principle the great conqueror agreed with the prospect of Field Agents choosing who it would represent them, he was undeniably a Tyrant and his unconditional parental love for all mankind made it hard for him to see this election process being troublesome.
The red haired Khan almost desired to nominate himself and take control of the process, he, because he loved people so much and wished to see if his atrocities had changed them. So dearly, Genghis Khan decided to sit back and not cast his support with any party. Nor he decided to promote himself, he would merely watch over his children.
He also quietly laughed at the issuing chaos. Though he was not afraid to step in, if things got out of hand.
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Post by Judas on Apr 13, 2016 2:07:16 GMT
There was news of a large gathering that spread across Chaldea this morning. He was looking forward for that so called convention famous in a country in the Far East. After adapting himself in this era towards its culture, Judas became quite attached to one particular nation's reading and entertainment materials. It was something that never existed when he was alive. After all, reading was something privileged for the rich and not something available for the poor. One might ask what are these reading and entertainment materials he was pertaining to. Well, it's certainly not the Bible.
So, he came to that place, dressed in a weird and stealthy outfit, complete with black glasses while carrying a large bag. One would mistake him of being a shroudy thief or an enigmatic stalker. For someone who hates socializing, as well as something he cannot really do anything against since people usually dislikes him, it was only proper for him to change appearance. Of course, these clothes he covered himself were not normal clothes. His curse is not magical, it was something base on a more spiritual level. So, he took these set of enigmatic clothes out of Chaldea's closet and put these things on. Thanks to his A Rank Presence Concealment. You can't buy anything if the cashier hates you after all.
Then, it seemed he went to a different venue. It seemed an election was currently ongoing. But in truth, though he was unaware, the convention was moved to a later date due to this sudden event. He sighed after knowing this unfortunate circumstances. E rank LUCK does have its tolls to the body after all. And, to add fuel to the fire, due to the ensuing chaos that he showed no care for, dragged him to it. Apparently, a spotlight fell supernaturally from where it was (E RANK LUCK FTW!) and fell to the ground, beside Judas. To add more fuel, all the spotlights pointed to his direction.
Stuck with probably everyone's eyes on him, especially with his current attire, one would mistook him for one that red guy's accomplices who bombed Chaldea days ago. So to avoid that, he had no choice but to awaken his hidden powers. He took out all of his spiritual clothes and showed his true form. His heterochrome eyes glowed, his golden right eyes and his crimson left eye. He raised his right hand and began this monologue from that entertainment show he had watched last night in a marathon.
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Post by ROBIN on Apr 13, 2016 8:18:10 GMT
What lunacy was this?
The role of Head Operative was a lofty position, no doubt, and one that needed a man of the utmost calibre to fill it. Yet, the only applicants they were getting so far were lunatics. Prince Astolfo, as undeniably fair as he was, was a man who's brain had long since turned to mush and thus was not worthy of such a dignified position. That accursed divine traitor Iscariot? He was none the better - a sad and lonely bigot who was so caught up in his own failures as a man to understand kindness or decency. He was a tyrant without the throne.
This choice was not one that would be easy to make. Few, it seemed, ever were nowadays.
Yet, the choice that EMIYA had suggested was one that had made his hackles raise. The man who had suffered at Atlas' hands the most besides him, the one who the man had dedicated his life to upsetting was actually telling people to vote for the maniac? He was not capable of granting any reason why someone might wish to do such an act, why someone might be able to feel safe voting for Atlas, and why this wasn't simply granting the lunatic more power with which to harass and bully.
Though... sitting and dwelling upon the concept, he had to consider this from all angles. The main reason why Atlas was such an utter bastard was because he had the free time to lie about and be said bastard. If his free time was taken up by this sort of position, was it not likely that he would be stuck in a quagmire of legal process? A devilish smile spread across Robert's face amidst the crowd, was this what EMIYA was conceptualizing?
Besides, even if it wasn't, there weren't many alternatives; Arturia would be good, but she was a child. He could not ask someone that young to hold that much responsibility, that was what fucked her up the first time. If Joan was here he'd have granted it to her without question, but in her absence? Atlas was, for all his faults, wickedly intelligent and had a talent at organizing people. Such a talent that he had turned Atlantis, one of the most chaotic city states of the old world, into an organized engine of war so great it had required an entire army of Counter-guardians to wipe it out. Considering that it only took one to destroy a divine beast? That was a terrifying concept.
Moving to stand next to his white-haired companion, Robert patted him on the shoulder.
"I second his nomination of his majesty, King Atlas of Atlantis! ALL HAIL ATLAS!!" With that, he snapped into a military salute, or at least the 12th century equivalent thereof. He would have bowed but in this crowd all that would do was lower his visibility.
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