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Post by Dawg on Dec 29, 2013 14:18:33 GMT 8
Collete walks around the busy halls of the Palace. Even though she has no assigned duties for the next few days, she still makes it a habit to at least patrol around the citadel. Most of her colleagues at work, tease her about it, but she just shrugs it off.
Today she's a bit distracted though. She's not as focused as she usually is. Some of the guards ignore it, but the others are spreading rumors. She tries her best to suppress her feelings, but they're getting out of hand. She just continues walking, not minding her surroundings.
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Post by Strome on Dec 29, 2013 16:33:28 GMT 8
After submitting his transfer paper applications to the Lenarian office of foreign affairs, Strome was pretty sure that things wouldn't easily go his way. There were about twenty other pending applications and at the same time, the current Wiken envoy to Lenaria was still a strong and robust man. It might be another five years before he could end with his term in the South. Nonetheless, he had to follow his father's advice. He just wasn't sure that his energy-based powers would be as effective here as it was in the South.
He pulls out his Southern tablet- peculiar that the Lenarian palace still has signal. He checked at his e-mail, there's one from the Southern Ministry of Foreign Affairs, just to remind him that his work was piled up again and asking when he was coming back from his leave. He felt a slight nudge at his shoulder, felt that he may have accidentally elbowed someone.
"I'm sorry. Are you fine?" he spun around, seeing a blonde Lenarian woman.
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Post by Dawg on Dec 29, 2013 16:42:33 GMT 8
She felt a slight nudge on her arm, she looks up to see a blue-haired man, South Nirvanan perhaps? Judging from his clothes and tablet, that seems to be the case.
"Ah no sir... Forgive me... I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings..."
She gives a salute to the guest, customary for the guards of the Royal Palace.
"Sir, If I may ask, Why are you here in the Royal Palace?" She asks with a straight face, and a rigid stance.
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Post by Strome on Dec 29, 2013 16:53:49 GMT 8
"I have had an appointment with the office for foreign affairs." Strome replied. "And right now, I am just strolling a bit, just waiting for my ride back to the South. Do I have to go out? Is there a situation? You seem to be perplexed."
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Post by Dawg on Dec 29, 2013 17:03:51 GMT 8
"O-oh... Sorry for bothering you Sir..." She shakes her head and gives herself light slaps on her cheeks. "There is no situation Sir... I just have a lot of things in my mind... I'm sorry, i shouldn't be bothering you with my problems..." She replies with her head facing her boots.
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Post by Strome on Dec 29, 2013 17:49:15 GMT 8
"Ummm... Would you need any medical help?" Strome offered. "It's obviously going to be very unchivalrous of me if I were to ignore you."
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Post by Dawg on Dec 29, 2013 17:52:40 GMT 8
"No! No! Medical help is not needed!" She quickly looks away, towards the forest. "You don't need to bother yourself with a guard's petty problems."
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Post by Strome on Dec 29, 2013 20:06:13 GMT 8
"I insist. As a representative of both Lenaria and Wiken, I must do what I could to prove to your nation that we desire for nothing but..." He tried to recall the peace code. "The best of relations, peace, prosperity, and mutual understanding."
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Post by Dawg on Dec 29, 2013 20:36:33 GMT 8
Collete looks at the blue haired man in shock. "You're... you're Strome??" She quickly gives a deep bow. "Forgive me... I didn't properly address you, or greet you properly. You... You need not bother about my problems, when you have so much to worry about. No. My problems arent big enough for a man of great prestige such as yourself..."
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Post by Strome on Dec 29, 2013 20:44:42 GMT 8
"No, no. Seriously. I'm shocked that you even know me. I'm not such a great personage. Oh don't tell me that I am speaking with the head of the guards and don't even know it!" Strome slapped his forehead, noticing that he looked silly, continued "Oh, but I don't have your name yet...."
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Post by Dawg on Dec 29, 2013 20:51:38 GMT 8
"I am Collete Ambrose..." She mumbles. "And of course I know you Sir... All the Royal Guards know the VIPs. And. It's alright if you dont know me... I am not that important enough..." She says with an awkward laugh.
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Post by Strome on Dec 29, 2013 21:53:09 GMT 8
"Wow, am I a VIP? I never knew that." Strome said, a frown on his face. He never knew of his own importance- the idea of it was simply repugnant to him. While he feels that he is academically superior to some Southern Nirvanians and Wiken, he never realized that people actually were aware of him. "And I don't think that you're unimportant. Working people are always important."
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Post by Dawg on Dec 29, 2013 22:05:58 GMT 8
"Yes Sir... You are a VIP." She straightens her back, and looks at him in the eye. "Thank You sir. That means a lot coming from you." She gives a sincere smile. "If you wish to speak with the Commander, I would be glad to inform him Sir."
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Post by Strome on Dec 29, 2013 22:25:44 GMT 8
"Hmm... That would be uh, unnecessary. I don't want to bother the commander for nothing. Unless you need me to?...." he trailed off.
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Post by Dawg on Dec 29, 2013 22:33:54 GMT 8
"Ah! No, no! If you dont wish to speak with him, that is fine. I was just offering..." She trails off, and ponders on what to do next. "S-sir... Do you require any assistance? I would be glad to aid you in any way I can." She half-mumbles.
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