(@Lark: we'll see, it's like 10:something rn as you very well know XP Oh shoot I have half an orch thing to finsish ah well its only me, 2 cellos, and 1 violin who did anything anyways)

(@everyone: ima drop Nicote in soon, for now though....let's find a way to keep my lot in Arkaos)


Nanita was headed towards the throne room, looking tired. And no wonder. She'd barely slept last night and now this....thing....ANyways, she'd left Phoenicia to keep a strict eye on Nicote.

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so uh I have two OCs that literally destroy universes. One is a seraphim and one of them turns into a giant 40ft+ centipede space demon who can eat the threads of reality uh
I also have two literal god characters currently

I wish I was kidding but my fantasy OCs are all ridiculous to some extent
This might be a bad idea.
Like a really bad idea.

Med-fantasy is also kind of one of my favorite settings after fantasy modern and military/sci-fi stuff but it's hard to find one I can stick too. I'm extremely picky with settings honestly. I don't normally like crossing genres that don't cross well.

I'll also kick Armias up, but I'm getting badgered by Discord so might be a bit hh)

Lowell Brichalles
"Thank you, your Majesty. I look forward to working with him."
He followed the servant out of the room. If he had a tail right now, it'd probably be wagging a mile a minute.

She watched him leave, before a servant walked over to her and told her who she had an audience next with.

Gallagher was still waiting outside and glanced up as he exited the room. He had heard what the empress had said, and he didn't mind basically being a watch dog over this guy. As long as the dude didn't start any problems.

Nanita had requested an...emergency meeting.

She was still pissed off that the cairrage that was supposedly fixed and up to workign condition was not, in fact, fixed at all, and once again, it was broken .Which meant the Bildenrians were stuck in Arkaos. Lovely. She waitied outside the throne room, tapping her foot.

After the empress's previous audience had ended, the doors to the throne room opened and the announcer...well, announced her. " Presenting Her highness princess Nanita of Bildenria. "

The empress was waiting for her up on the throne. She still looked a bit tired as she hadn't gotten any sleep. Not yet, anyway.

Nanita didn't look any better and barely held back a yawn as she half-stumbled into the throne room. SHe quickly regained her footing, however. She courtsid politely at the base of the throne. "Your highness, my apologies for such a short notice."

(mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm *tears*)

" You are excused, princess. Might I ask what could be so urgent? " She could tell that the princess hadn't gotten any sleep since she had seen her and Prince Nicote last night.

(no tears, not yet)

Lowell Brichalles
He acknowledged Gallagher with a nod of the head as he stepped out of the room as the Empress' next audience had filed in on a hurry.
Lowell followed the servant onwards to his room, fully aware of Gallagher tailing behind him like a wandering ghost.

At the moment, he didn't seem to care much. This whole situation had seemed surreal.

He'd miss Erwen's company, of course, but this new fellow didn't seem to be talking his ears off. Lowell had a feeling they'd get along very well.

He stepped into the room, studying the sight and scent for a moment before setting his belongings on one of the tabletops inside.
It was small, but surprisingly cozy. Cozier than the hideout had been at any rate, but he knew there was likely still plenty of good use of it in his future.

"So the first order of business then? I would like to rest if it is at all possible, but it would be good to know our objective for the moment. I assume you know far more about things here currently than I do."

Armias Folcard
Armias stumbled into the palace dining hall with a bit of twigs stuck in his hair and pegasus feathers. He almost seemed distraught, rubbing at what looked like a hoof-kick to the forehead.
He looked over at Ziva who was currently polishing her axe and stifled a laugh at the sight of the Prince.

Ziva Elain
"She fly off again? Sure looks like it."

Armias Folcard
"I do not understand how you can simply be so nonchalant. Is it not your duty as my knight to ensure that our pegasus just doesn't fly off if it wants to?!" He took a seat across from her, glaring her down furiously.

Ziva Elain
She looked up at him and held back a smile.
"Normally, yes, your Highness. But when I had offered to attend to her earlier, you refused to let me do my job, stating that I deserved to rest where I could as I had been up all night protecting you from the, and I quote, 'vile wolfbeast skulking the nation and after your head.' Sound familiar?"

Armias Folcard
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Exact words too..
"..Well, either way, it looks like we're stuck here until she returns from her escapades. It won't be easy hunting down a wily pegasus after all, especially that one.. I may have to send a messenger to my father about our delayed return."

"...You may not be aware of this, but the annual hunting competition is approaching. The Empress is going to participate this year, which isn't a problem. The problem is that the competition will take place in the woods, meaning it would be the perfect time for assassins to strike. Lady Diana will not let this chance pass up, especially after her last attempt failed. Our job, put simply, rather than to take out the assassins beforehand, we have to take them out at the competition by finding out what her plan is. Not to mention gather evidence that she planned the assassination. In short, its an infiltration job. I'm sure you have no problem with that. " He said. " We can begin at nightfall. " He added.

Personally, he strongly disliked talking. But it was to secure the safety of the empress, and have Diana sent to the gallows. So it was worth it.

(noble drama100 Errr just...drama? still 100)