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Post by Sigurd on Apr 13, 2016 22:08:02 GMT
The news of a sudden gathering large enough to include of of CHALDEA's operatives had come as something of a surprise to the Norse dragon-slayer. He hadn't been summoned all that long ago, and truthfully Sigurd didn't know the various heroes and Masters well enough for his opinion to hold any real weight. Despite all that, he had attended the event regardless, grabbing a corner seat while trying to keep a low profile, an endeavor made far easier due to the bombastic nature of many of the potential candidates currently struggling to hold on to the spotlight. Sitting there quietly, Sigurd simply observed the various agents, trying to piece together some halfway decent measure of them to try and help shape his eventual vote. The wisdom of Fafnir flowing through him helped the process along some. Before the Norseman's eyes, all falsehoods faded away so that he could witness the true intents and mettle of a person. To their credit, most of the heroes seemed to be quite straightforward. There were a few here and there with slightly less noble intentions but as a whole, they all shared the common goal of saving this world.
However, in watching them come and go, Sigurd was finally able to settle upon a position. This representative should not be a Heroic Spirit. Like it or not, they were merely fleeting shadows in this world. It simply wasn't their world anymore. They had been summoned by mages to help and it was those mages who had the most at stake. As such, he would throw his support in favor on one such mage, one of the living people willing to stand as humanity's last hope with the rest of Chaldea.
Waiting for a slight break in the various arguments erupting in the room, Sigurd simply raised his hand before getting straight to the point. "I nominate Miss Gráinne."
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Post by Paula Bunyan on Apr 13, 2016 22:25:51 GMT
Elections. Really now? Was all this red tape really necessary? Never mind the impending destruction of mankind as we know it, never mind the near constant explosions around here, never mind the raving pack of lunatics with super charged magical weaponry, nooooo. It's election day! Wandering into the assembly room with his hands slipped into his trouser pockets, Edward took a quick glance around the room and sure enough, all the more talkative nutters had already tossed their hats in the ring. For whatever reason, it had taken him until now to truly appreciate just how many kings, emperors and assorted royalty they actually had around Chaldea. On second thought, maybe an election wasn't the worst idea if they really had to decide this. Far easier than trying to sort out a war regarding whoever had the true right to rule.
In any case, it was time for nominations and if he was being entirely honest, Edward wasn't terribly fond of any of the options thus far, though Bowie and Jesus were probably the front runners so far. But no, what they needed was a representative with a little more steel in his spine. Someone who knew how to draw a line in the sand and utterly butcher anyone stupid enough to step over it. While he had half a mind to nominate himself, Edward's ego wasn't quite THAT big. Besides, the Roman emperor has already stolen that thunder and Edward had always found himself more partial to offensive campaigns. What they needed here was someone with a bit more experience on defending against a larger force. Taking another look around the room, the Black Prince finally spied the perfect candidate for the job and momentarily grabbed the floor with a not so subtle clearing of his throat.
"I'll just go ahead and say what should have been said ten minutes ago. I vote for Dracula," he said, pointing dramatically at the Lord of Impalement himself.
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Post by Rin Tohsaka on Apr 13, 2016 23:01:24 GMT
Rin didn’t see this strange position as ‘President of CHALDEA’ as nothing more than the mascot of the team, or some enthusiastic nut who would relay messages to the rest of the group. Nontheless, it was still a position of power, and with great power comes…well you know the rest! Hearing that Astolfo and Nero had been nominated scared her somewhat, just imagining either of those two idiots in any place of power made her cringe. Though the Tohsaka mage would be more than happy to abstain herself from participating in such a ridiculous poll, allowing the organization to place either Nero or Astolfo in power would be unacceptable.
However, Rin didn’t know exactly who she would nominate instead: Merlin was a genius and could solve problems a lot faster than most of the other members could, EMIYA was tactical and could deduce the best plan of action from just careful observation of a situation, and then there was one other.
“Artoria…”
Perhaps this little poll could give the young King of England the confidence boost she so desperately needed. Even though this was more of a mock position, she deduced that it would be a good thing to do for her old friend.
“I would like to nominate Lily for this position, she is the King we don’t deserve, but the one we need right now!”
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Post by Caesar Divi Filius Augustus on Apr 13, 2016 23:02:06 GMT
Boring.
Ugh, Democracy. Octavius had thought that human race would grown past this nonsense in the past two thousand years, but instead it had only flourished. A shame. The entire process unfolding in front of him only reinforced his opinion. The word "clusterfuck" would be putting it mildly. It reminded him of the Senate floor, except a bit worse because at least the senators were mostly physically harmless. These Servants seemed ready to punch one another in the face over this decision, and it would inevitably become a flexing contest. Granted, Octavius was quite fond of popularity contests: It's how he'd taken control of Rome after all. But this position seemed like more work than privilege-- Like being elected Consul without the powers that came associated with it. Useless. Better to be influential than have a useless position of "power."
Octavius was a step towards walking out of the room with an eye roll, when the doors burst open and were filled by a remarkable familiar face. Nero, one of his successors. His last true successor actually, before his dynasty ended. And unfortunately, her entrance meant slipping out that door to leave became impossible, so Octavius was quite stuck there.
And then the Christian spoke.
Now, the first Emperor of Rome's face never showed his emotions. One of the first things he'd picked up in politics was the art of the poker face. So despite how utterly blood curling he found the woman Godfreya's outburst, he retained his usual, pleasant expression all through out. Were he a man of impulse, he would have had her executed for such a ridiculous claim. It wasn't so much the content that irked him. Plenty of fools spouted insane crap about religious nonsense back in his day, he'd grown used to it. Even used it to his advantage. But that she would wield it against a Roman emperor, last of his line? Octavius had no particular attachment to Nero, they weren't even blood related. But blood relative or not, she was of his line, and they dare say she was unfit to rule?
Hopping up onto the stage almost nonchalantly, Octavius placed himself between Nero and the pillar Godfreya stood upon, a clear obstacle in the path between them, and spoke.
"Now, let us keep this civil, no? We're not ruffians here, after all."
Even as Octavius spoke, he took the option from them. An invisible change swept across the room, unnoticeable to all but those who would try to violate the commandment of the world now laid upon it. Pax Romana filled the room, preventing all manner of violent acts. Even if the agents within wanted to physically confront one another, they would find themselves unable to, as the raw concept of "peace" was imposed upon them. Usually Octavius asked Chaldea for permission before doing this in a public area, but he doubted they'd mind in this instance. Nobody wanted a brawl at an election, after all.
"And you, I don't believe it's allowed to contest nominations. You're free to vote however you wish and lodge any complaints you may have that way, but I for one second the nomination of Nerō Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus. So unless you have any legitimate complaints, or nominations for that matter, why bother disrupting the peace? It's unbecoming of a heroic spirit to sink so low in an attempt to rise above."
The Roman smiled. Even from far below, his gaze was condescending, as if staring down at the would-be King from Olympus itself. One thing Octavius never managed to quite get down was his eyes. His demeanor, his words, his very actions could emulate true sincerity and humility, could convince the masses that all were equal and that every opinion was valid. But his eyes were always honest: Always condescending, always bearing down on those beneath him like the weight of the world on the shoulders of Atlas. A subtle nuance, a betrayal of his thoughts, but one he never particularly minded. Some people needed to know their place in the world.
"After all, that's how democracy works, isn't it?"
The destroyer of democracy had a quiet mental laugh in his thoughts, before he moved off the stage, letting whatever chaos would follow resume. At least nobody would be trying to fist fight anybody else.
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Post by Riki Ikari on Apr 14, 2016 0:22:16 GMT
The mass of servants nominating each other was a terrifying thing to watch. A whole bunch of these guys had been leaders and kings themselves in their past lives, so to fight each other for political dominance was just a huge invitation for disaster. The gym teacher did wonder if Chaldea really knew what they were doing, pitting volatile members such as these people against one another.
It hadn't been long since he had joined, but a few things were already terribly apparent. The summoned servants were too ego driven, in a way that understandably caused them overlook the traits and qualities of the masters. It was an issues that you could see a mile away, even in the modern world, when interacting with those that received too much praise.
If their important mission was going to be successful, then they required the two halves of the organization to be able to understand each other. The Masters needed to reaffirm their own power, and lacking the strength or agility of the Servants they'd have to claim it through the system itself. Obviously he couldn't do it! He was the odd-one there, the best he could contribute was with a vote.
"I... Support Miska Kopparsvard's nomination"
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Post by Baba Yaga on Apr 14, 2016 19:24:25 GMT
"Did they really need to summon me into these foolish shenanigans...?"
The Witch rubbed her eyes sorely, as if the very crowd was so loud as to give her a headache. And it was. Did they really think Baba Yaga, a centuries old hermit with a rap-sheet of luring people to their demise, would have the slightest interest in what these people call "Democracy?" All she sees is servants and masters screaming and jumping around shouting each others names and occasionally nominating someone that wasn't even there. A "Bowel" something and the man usually seen in the cross a lot of these bear with them. She couldn't care less about either name.
However, the ridicule the Blond Crusader was getting herself in was just delightful to see.
A young man also seemed to be getting so much attention for some reason, he was being scorned from everyside and decided to throw a dictator like speach? Well that isn't really clever, but something in him made her curious. Why do all these people hate him like that? It's so unnatural how this person can gather so much spite.
What's his secret? She made a mental note to ask him after all of this is over.
Know what? In fact, she might just make a nomination. This process was as chaotic as it could be, but why not feed the fire?
*cough*cough*
As loud as she could, a solemn scream, serious as if a call to attention to an auditorium of idiots, she made her nomination, muffling all other highpiched yells:
"I NOMINATE JUDAS ESCARGOT AS HEAD OPERATIVE"
The name sounded weird, it tasted of snails for some reason. She grinned as the religious eyes fell upon her.
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Post by liz on Apr 15, 2016 17:27:51 GMT
The crowd, the stage. I continue to watch people grab a microphone then speak nonsense to my ears and walk back... You are doing it wrong, you're all doing it wrong! But this is also a very important day, There is no one better for this job than an Idol and there is no other Idol here in Chaldea but me! Elizabeth Bathory. Now all I have to do is get past the crowd and... Wait, They're not using the stage at all?! How come do you expect anyone to listen to you if you don't use the stage? -Elizabeth sighs and shakes her head in disappointment- My fans have a lot to learn if they want to achieve something in this place.
-Making her way through the Servants and Masters, Elizabeth jumps onto the stage in front of them. Holding her Microphone-like Spear she sets the volume to the max level and with her dragon-like lungs she was ready to get everyone's attention-
"Yaaaahooooo!!!" That's it, I got them in my hands. Now I'll show them how it's done! "You all can stop looking around because I! Elizabeth Bathory, your favorite and most beloved Idol have arrived!" -With a big smile she continued- "I am here to nominate myself~" -she held onto her microphone with both her hands- "And also I will be counting on all of you to vote for me, not that I need it but an Idol is nothing without her fans right?!" -Right after she finished she made a heart sign with her hands and got off the stage, super confident that she had the contest in the bag Elizabeth proceeded to leave the room-
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Post by Hippolyta on Apr 15, 2016 19:36:07 GMT
Big gatherings like these, especially ones which inevitably dealt with strong egos clashing against one another, were tiresome affairs. While it was true that the individuals involved were interesting enough to prevent the event from becoming boring, the fact remained that Hippolyta had never and would never be a fan of such large scale events. She was far more at home relaxing in peace and quiet, not cooped up in some room with a mass of strange bodies. Compounding the issue was the electoral nature of this gathering in particular. Having been more or less born into her position, the concept of elections was something of a foreign concept for the Amazon. However, despite any potential cultural differences, leadership was leadership.
Of course, based on the little she'd seen of the various "rulers" in Chaldea, the Amazon was a bit hard-pressed for quality nominations thus far. Far too many personality quirks and ego running around and those that did have any sense didn't seem to have the strength of personality to reel in the aforementioned problem children. Suffice to say, Hippolyta had absolutely no interest in the position whatsoever but thanks to a recent chance encounter, she could at least recommend one person for the job.
Artoria Pendragon. Though she was young and Hippolyta had only met her in passing, the Englishwoman had a natural charisma about her that hinted at far greater potential down the line. Adding the fact that the blonde seemed to honestly care about making everyone under her happy and any maturity issues being mitigated by the relatively empty nature of the position, there didn't appear to be any harm in the choice. While it might have been difficult to make herself heard among the screaming crowd members, Hippolyta was lucky enough to not have to try as others had already nominated the young Pendragon. With her opinion represented in the election, the Amazon was content to sit back in her chair and wait for the entire affair to be over with.
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Post by Ciel on Apr 16, 2016 4:48:04 GMT
The Church representative would enter the meeting, staying quiet as she then started to hear what everyone had to say. Ciel felt that it would be a conflict of interest for her to run for such a position. That being said she was a bit worried. Could such a position be filled by just one person, I mean this person would technically have an army of servants and masters under their command if they were going to lead Chaldea, which could prove to be dangerous. If the said person was a servant, who knows what damage they could cause if they went mad with power or if they were already mad with power. Then again a magus wasn't a better solution, they were known for being power hungry.
That being said, someone soft could not be placed in this position. Difficult choices would have to be made from time to time. It seemed that the masters wanted a master to fulfill this position. The Burial Agent took a moment to think about this. She had never done a mission or even gotten to know anyone here to well. Sure she had talked to a few here and there but aside from that nothing much else. Thus, she had no idea who to vote for.
An idea then came to her head. The blue hair girl who was wearing priest robes would stand up before speaking. “May I make a suggestion? Perhaps we should elect two people to fulfill this position, one servant, and one master, thus, both masters and servants are represented. As master and servant have different insights and views on things. They both understand different things and have knowledge in different fields. Hence, why I suggest this.” stated Ciel as she remained standing as she then fixed her glasses.
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Post by anton on Apr 16, 2016 15:24:04 GMT
Anton sat on a chair on the middle of the the mass of Chaldea's agents. He didn't really want to be here and he would have rather been working on his lab, which was now functional, after a big hiccup. It had been... well... not something he'd like to repeat.
So the formal gathering of all the agents was to start an election process for a Chief Agent to be elected and help to better coordinate the assignments agents received and support they'd receive. He was all up for it, so that's why he remained in the gathering. Anton remained quiet and said little throughout the meeting. Some nominations made great points others were banal and completely expected.
Chaldea was a gathering of mad people... Thankfully there was a reasonable amount of level headed individuals and the whole meeting didn't turn into a brawl. Anton was thankful for that, he didn't want to get caught up in the middle of an argument between Servants and Masters. Regardless, Anton stood up after the Church representative spoke. She made a very valid point.
"I support her notion, it would be wiser if a pair of Master and Servant worked together as head agent." He put his hands on his pocket. He might be nervous but Anton wasn't as shy or reserved as people usually misjudged him to be. "That being said, I nominate Rin Tohsaka. If a Master is going to hold this position, we need someone who has the most experience and is a veteran of the Holy Grail War. She is the ideal candidate."
Unceremoniously Anton sat down, crossed his legs and put up the most casual expression. He could.
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