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<div></div><br> <br>The court is unusually full on this hot spring day. To the side, a mathemagician carefully works over a stone slab, manipulating the figures there to produce refreshingly cool air to fight off the heat. The Good King is present, along with the council and Mione, the scribe.<br> <br>Sven swaggers into court, looking just a little uncomfortable wearing finely made court clothes for his appearance here. He pants a little with the heat. It isn't often anymore that he wears so much clothing. "Is too hot in Firmament," he mutters to himself as he takes his seat among the small crowd of foreign nobility.<br> <br>Sveta is here in official capacity, having discarded her work clothes in lieu of the autumn-coloured gown she favours so much. She's still a realtively new face at court, and would honestly leave it to others, but Lady Longtail has once again felt indisposed and left it to her to perform the House's social obligations in her stead.<br> <br>Rogna strolls into the proceedings, taking a seat for himself in a suitable spot as he adjustus his cape. This, would be an interesting arguement, he cannot wait to hehear the thoughts of others on this account. The cold air is not lost on him, refreshing reprieve from the heats of the day.<br> <br>Dio was never really made for the courts, but who could resist a detailing about something as important as the Creators and possibly the future of their entire planet? The coat toatin' lion strolls into the court building and files in along with the other common beings and finds a comfortable spot that hopefully gets the /lion's share/ of the math made breeze to beat the heat.<br> <br>Cedric arrives with Sven, a little less swaggery than the puma, and dressed in his finest clothes. Though they weren't as luxurious of what you might find on any given noble, they were certain not of offend anyone's senses. He takes a seat with the foreign noble, and pretends tht he belongs here.<br> <br>The Good King strikes his gavel to draw attention and silence the murmur of chatter, and court begins. At first, the usual matters come and go as people air their grievances and concerns with various city and state affairs. It seems, even with something special on the schedule, people still have business that needs addressing.<br> <br>Siyu is in attendance at the court as well, the rodent in the front row of the merchant's section, his wealth having at least gotten him to the front row of the common seats. He is dressed in his silks and leaning back, and will listen to the procedings. He's curious what exactly will happen when these new guests arrive. Curious as to the reports already coming out of the north. <br> <br>Sven shifts uncomfortably, but know that there is no way he can sneak out of this meeting. Cedric is there as his. . . confidante, of course, but also to report to his advisor Anton should the puma behave, "In a way unbefitting a member of Noble House Snowmark." Sven frowns at the idea of a browbeating from the Reindeer. He was still sore from their last argument. Both emotionally and physically. At least it was a little cooler here in the nobles' seats.<br> <br>Rogna is more than patient enough to sit through what must be an important discussion to get to the more interesting topic of the day. He sits quietly as the daily chores are attended to amongst the court, eyeing those who arrive with a smile upon his face. <br> <br>Jendayi is there, somewhere amidst the crowds, dressed rather casually on account of not really having anything awfully fancy in her size at all. Her arms are crossed and she's staying quiet, waiting and listening patiently.<br> <br>Sveta nods amicably as the day's business is gone through. Creators or no, daily life had to go on, didn't it? It was boring, true, but it was an obligation, and it ought to be upheld with -some- propriety.<br> <br>Cedric never actually intended to report any of Lord Snowmark's misbehaviors to Anton in the first place, rather, it was a ruse. An excuse to get out and do something that didn't involve murders for a change. Though court matters and politics usually weren't his forte, he'd figured it was much better than trudging through sewers or sitting around depressed. Besides, at least time he was interestd in the topic as it had to do with the arrival of creators. The badger reaches over to pat Sven on the shoulder, and whispers out of deference to the court, "Don't worry, it won't be /that/ long."<br> <br>At last, the mood changes as a familiar creator enters. Doctor Sinclair. It seems she has discarded her strange creator clothing in favor of loose fitting local fineries. Brightly colored, they suit her well enough, almost an amusing contrast with her generally blunt mannerisms. She takes a seat beside the councilbeings as the Good King rises from his own. "People of Sweetwater, thank you for coming this day to discuss a matter that affects us all. We are in a position of unique advantage. We have already entertained a creator for several months, and we have a chance to have this conversation before more arrive, unlike our neighbors abroad."<br> <br>Sven leans forward in his seat, glad to finally get to something interesting. He had heard the reports from Thera'Dor and was interested to see what Sweetwater would do to prepare for the coming of these 'lesser' creators. The big puma leans over to Cedric, "Creator Doctor, is most lovely in dress, Da?" he rumbles with a smile. Certainly, HE thinks he is being quiet.<br> <br>Siyu ohs a small bit and he leans forward, Dr. Sinclair! Interesting, he's never seen a creator let alone met one in person, scootching up on his chair so the short rodent can at least get a better lok at her. <br> <br>Shuffle shuffle... Dio starts making his way through the crowd in order to reach his destination. In a matter of time, he eventually finds a position behind Sveta. For old time's sake, the lion pats a hand upon her shoulder and speaks in a low whisper. "Good afternoon to ya! Been awhile 'asn't it? Spirits an' Creators... Things are certainly jumpin' now, ain't they?"<br> <br>Sveta shrugs in her usual disaffected fashion. "Remember to behave yourself, Dio. Can't say much, really. I don't think I'll have much say in anything that's decided here - honestly, think the decision's made already and we're just here to hear it - so I'll save my breath, if you know what I mean.<br> <br>Jendayi smiles broadly at the sight of the Creator. She felt a little giddy just being in the same room as one- it was a first for her, and she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last considering the very nature of the court. Her tufted tail sways idly behind her, leonine ears twitching at the Good King's words.<br> <br>"Don't even think about it. And keep your voice down, do you want to get thrown out" Cedric warns the Thera'dor noble in a most admonishing tone, only afterwards realizing that Sven probably /did/ want to get thrown out. The badger keeps his eyes forward and tries to get a good look at Doctor Sinclair. She wasn't the first creator he'd seen, but she was the first adult one. He wondered briefly how little Juliana was doing. "She is rather beautiful though." he admits, much quieter than Sven.<br> <br>"While the creators," speaks the King, "Are more powerful than us, we will not be cowed. We've faced terrifying odds in the past, together, and we will do so again. It is our opinion that our soon-to-be visitors will come in peace, by and large, and should be treated as honored guests, as any polite foreigner should be. Before I continue, the court will open to comments and concerns." | <div></div><br> <br>The court is unusually full on this hot spring day. To the side, a mathemagician carefully works over a stone slab, manipulating the figures there to produce refreshingly cool air to fight off the heat. The Good King is present, along with the council and Mione, the scribe.<br> <br>Sven swaggers into court, looking just a little uncomfortable wearing finely made court clothes for his appearance here. He pants a little with the heat. It isn't often anymore that he wears so much clothing. "Is too hot in Firmament," he mutters to himself as he takes his seat among the small crowd of foreign nobility.<br> <br>Sveta is here in official capacity, having discarded her work clothes in lieu of the autumn-coloured gown she favours so much. She's still a realtively new face at court, and would honestly leave it to others, but Lady Longtail has once again felt indisposed and left it to her to perform the House's social obligations in her stead.<br> <br>Rogna strolls into the proceedings, taking a seat for himself in a suitable spot as he adjustus his cape. This, would be an interesting arguement, he cannot wait to hehear the thoughts of others on this account. The cold air is not lost on him, refreshing reprieve from the heats of the day.<br> <br>Dio was never really made for the courts, but who could resist a detailing about something as important as the Creators and possibly the future of their entire planet? The coat toatin' lion strolls into the court building and files in along with the other common beings and finds a comfortable spot that hopefully gets the /lion's share/ of the math made breeze to beat the heat.<br> <br>Cedric arrives with Sven, a little less swaggery than the puma, and dressed in his finest clothes. Though they weren't as luxurious of what you might find on any given noble, they were certain not of offend anyone's senses. He takes a seat with the foreign noble, and pretends tht he belongs here.<br> <br>The Good King strikes his gavel to draw attention and silence the murmur of chatter, and court begins. At first, the usual matters come and go as people air their grievances and concerns with various city and state affairs. It seems, even with something special on the schedule, people still have business that needs addressing.<br> <br>Siyu is in attendance at the court as well, the rodent in the front row of the merchant's section, his wealth having at least gotten him to the front row of the common seats. He is dressed in his silks and leaning back, and will listen to the procedings. He's curious what exactly will happen when these new guests arrive. Curious as to the reports already coming out of the north. <br> <br>Sven shifts uncomfortably, but know that there is no way he can sneak out of this meeting. Cedric is there as his. . . confidante, of course, but also to report to his advisor Anton should the puma behave, "In a way unbefitting a member of Noble House Snowmark." Sven frowns at the idea of a browbeating from the Reindeer. He was still sore from their last argument. Both emotionally and physically. At least it was a little cooler here in the nobles' seats.<br> <br>Rogna is more than patient enough to sit through what must be an important discussion to get to the more interesting topic of the day. He sits quietly as the daily chores are attended to amongst the court, eyeing those who arrive with a smile upon his face. <br> <br>Jendayi is there, somewhere amidst the crowds, dressed rather casually on account of not really having anything awfully fancy in her size at all. Her arms are crossed and she's staying quiet, waiting and listening patiently.<br> <br>Sveta nods amicably as the day's business is gone through. Creators or no, daily life had to go on, didn't it? It was boring, true, but it was an obligation, and it ought to be upheld with -some- propriety.<br> <br>Cedric never actually intended to report any of Lord Snowmark's misbehaviors to Anton in the first place, rather, it was a ruse. An excuse to get out and do something that didn't involve murders for a change. Though court matters and politics usually weren't his forte, he'd figured it was much better than trudging through sewers or sitting around depressed. Besides, at least time he was interestd in the topic as it had to do with the arrival of creators. The badger reaches over to pat Sven on the shoulder, and whispers out of deference to the court, "Don't worry, it won't be /that/ long."<br> <br>At last, the mood changes as a familiar creator enters. Doctor Sinclair. It seems she has discarded her strange creator clothing in favor of loose fitting local fineries. Brightly colored, they suit her well enough, almost an amusing contrast with her generally blunt mannerisms. She takes a seat beside the councilbeings as the Good King rises from his own. "People of Sweetwater, thank you for coming this day to discuss a matter that affects us all. We are in a position of unique advantage. We have already entertained a creator for several months, and we have a chance to have this conversation before more arrive, unlike our neighbors abroad."<br> <br>Sven leans forward in his seat, glad to finally get to something interesting. He had heard the reports from Thera'Dor and was interested to see what Sweetwater would do to prepare for the coming of these 'lesser' creators. The big puma leans over to Cedric, "Creator Doctor, is most lovely in dress, Da?" he rumbles with a smile. Certainly, HE thinks he is being quiet.<br> <br>Siyu ohs a small bit and he leans forward, Dr. Sinclair! Interesting, he's never seen a creator let alone met one in person, scootching up on his chair so the short rodent can at least get a better lok at her. <br> <br>Shuffle shuffle... Dio starts making his way through the crowd in order to reach his destination. In a matter of time, he eventually finds a position behind Sveta. For old time's sake, the lion pats a hand upon her shoulder and speaks in a low whisper. "Good afternoon to ya! Been awhile 'asn't it? Spirits an' Creators... Things are certainly jumpin' now, ain't they?"<br> <br>Sveta shrugs in her usual disaffected fashion. "Remember to behave yourself, Dio. Can't say much, really. I don't think I'll have much say in anything that's decided here - honestly, think the decision's made already and we're just here to hear it - so I'll save my breath, if you know what I mean.<br> <br>Jendayi smiles broadly at the sight of the Creator. She felt a little giddy just being in the same room as one- it was a first for her, and she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last considering the very nature of the court. Her tufted tail sways idly behind her, leonine ears twitching at the Good King's words.<br> <br>"Don't even think about it. And keep your voice down, do you want to get thrown out" Cedric warns the Thera'dor noble in a most admonishing tone, only afterwards realizing that Sven probably /did/ want to get thrown out. The badger keeps his eyes forward and tries to get a good look at Doctor Sinclair. She wasn't the first creator he'd seen, but she was the first adult one. He wondered briefly how little Juliana was doing. "She is rather beautiful though." he admits, much quieter than Sven.<br> <br>"While the creators," speaks the King, "Are more powerful than us, we will not be cowed. We've faced terrifying odds in the past, together, and we will do so again. It is our opinion that our soon-to-be visitors will come in peace, by and large, and should be treated as honored guests, as any polite foreigner should be. Before I continue, the court will open to comments and concerns." | ||
| − | Sinclair is like one of the great Creator Saint statues, sitting straight and composed. She betrays no emotion to the proceedings so far. Her time on Promise appears to have treated her well, as she looks quite healthy, perhaps even more than when she first arrived, to those who saw her last. | + | Sinclair is like one of the great Creator Saint statues, sitting straight and composed. She betrays no emotion to the proceedings so far. Her time on Promise appears to have treated her well, as she looks quite healthy, perhaps even more than when she first arrived, to those who saw her last.<br> <br>Siyu leans forward and see who will speak. He really doesn't want to speak first, giving a glance to try and find that mustalid! He knows she's gotta be lurking somewhere...he takes a breath and stands and waits to be reocgnized...<br> <br>"Me?" Dio questions in a surprised tone. "Are ya clamin' that I, Dio the Traveler, is subject to bouts o' misbehavior?" The lion tucks at his coat and straightens it out while he attempts to put on a stereotypically posh stance and way of speech. "Why I would never act like a sort o' ruffian." After a small smirk and a laugh, Dio quiets down and listens to the king speak. |
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| + | "Oh! A quick comment if ya will." Dio raises his hand and clears his throat before continuing. "I'm thankful fer what the Creators 'ave given us, even the gift o' life. I agree that anyone who comes in peace should be treated honorably, but... Not everythin' works out perfectly ferever. 're we prepared fer the off-chance o' hostile visitors?"<br> <br>Sven grins at the Good King's words. He was certainly a polite foreigner, it was nice to be so recognized. The puma stands "I am most grateful for kindess of Sweetwater and her people," the big cat says, suppressing his accent as he addresses the court, "And hope that she will be as good to visiting creators." The puma pauses a moment then continues, nodding to Dio, "But there are rules for Sven and his people, so too there should be rules for visitors from the stars, Da?" The hefty puma sits back down, his piece said, just like he had practiced with Anton and Cedric.<br> <br>Cedric listens to both the felines as they address the court, nodding to Sven. It was still difficult to get used to the mountain lion and his habit of going all serious and polite like that., and he couldn't help but chuckle softly. As for the more important matters at hand, the badger had some questions, of course... it would be evident from his tilted head and the thumb grazing his undermuzzle thoughtfully. Of course, as a cliffsider and commoner without citizenship in Sweetwater, he was hesitant to address the court directly.<br> <br>The Good King gestures towards Sinclair, "Our esteemed guest has information on that regard." He settles into his seat as she rises. | ||
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| + | "It would be ill advised in your fragile legal footing to cause harm to any member of the CREATOR NATION. Detaining is permitted while awaiting word from authorities, but no longer than that. Deportation has been specifically authorized." She makes an odd gesture with her right hand as she speaks, "If I may be blunt," as if she was anything else, "You are being judged. Protect your rights and your laws, but let no CREATOR leave the planet injured, especially at the hand of any of you, even if they deserve it. Our laws are heavy in fines, rehabilitation, and jailing in dire cases. There will be little understanding if anyone is subjected to worse than that." She settles back into her seat after speaking without giving much chance for followup questions.<br> <br>Siyu just sort of waits, unitl there's a moment for him to speak "We will treat the creator's as honored guests, but they are not of Promise obviously. Should we treat our visitors as honored commoners. Merchants from foreign lands. As foreign nobility? Ambassadors? Or like Sweetwater nobles themselves. There are protocalls for each and deferance for each." <br> <br>Rogna listens to the doctor speak and tilts his head. Fines fore purely rehabilitation, these were intensive laws to travel amongst the stars. They must be truely connected. "I would do no harm to a creator if it were not to be helped." he says, trying to imagine the extreme situations where such would be applicable. Perhaps to save lives in the immediate moment, but far and beyond there is no reason to bring untold harm to a visitor.<br> <br>Sveta rubs her face and sighs. Selena would definitely want to hear of this, but she has to agree with Sinclair. It would do no harm to butter up one's assessors, even if one had right of way...<br> <br>Sven frowns a little, thinking on the reports from Thera'Dor. "What is creator law?" he asks, "Regarding the capture of criminals?" The puma looks to Doctor. "And also in protecting victims?" he continues, not rising for his question, "Creators are having much power. Beings of Promise are very weak if they must be so careful for. . . What is word? Miscreants?"<br> <br>Jendayi feels the questions that need to be asked are being asked, content to shift her gaze from those asking questions to the Creator and the Good King and back again. Things were starting to really get into the meat of what she needed to know about the changes to come, especially after certain disheartening discoveries.<br> <br>While the Creator doctor speaks, Dio scratches at his head, attempting to comprehend all the new information. Just how much intergalactic red tape was there? But there was something easy enough to understand; don't physically harm a Creator. "I see," Dio comments, rubbing a hand under his chin. "Thank ya fer the answer. But, one last question from me if ya don't mind." | ||
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| + | After clearing his throat and looking at the people around him, the lion shoots off his question. "Actually, I've quite a few questions! This is all so very life changin'. Do ya think we 'ave the right to ask fer some tools that may allow non-lethal solutions to aggressive visitors? The creators 'ave all this amazin' stuff I can't even wrap my 'ead 'round it. An' I'm wonderin' if we should ask 'bout the shadows an' what we can do with the violent ones still remainin'. Maybe they 'ave a solution?"<br> <br>Mione speaks up, "I have drafted a law that I have distributed to the councilbeings. It is not yet signed by the Good King. I will read it for the benefit of everyone present." He unfurls a parchment at his side expertly and begins to recite, "Any intelligent being not of the world of Promise that enters the kingdom of Sweetwater will be welcomed as guests, to be treated as merchants from afar until they prove deserving of more, or less. In the case of lawlessness, such visitors should be taken to court, where the king and council can decide if education or deportation is required. In all cases, all actions will be relayed to the church for missive to the creator authorities."<br> <br>What Cedric would take from her words is that it might be advisable to carry a supply of sleeping powder in the event that such a visitor required non-harmful detainment. He didn't think it'd come to that though, and for his part, he'd certainly be very polite to their coming visitors. He looks to Sven, nodding again, and then Dio. He'd been wondering if there might be other solutions in case of trouble. He knew all too well that the divine math could be too unpredictable to use in such a precarious situation...<br> <br>Rogna nods his head in agreement as the law is read, thinking it a reasonable proposal. Hopefully all find it agreeable, however, the issue of non-violent measures for aggressors catches his ear. "Perhaps, we should ask for informance of what standard of visitation we will recieve, and if they can all adhere to a strict set of what is and isnt' allowed on their persons?"<br> <br>Sveta speaks up. "I believe it was mentioned in the original missive that no weapons would be allowed, but other than that, no further information was supplied. More information on what rules exactly will they be expected to adhere to will be a plus."<br> <br>Sven nods at Rogna, the royal's proposal sounding wise to him. "I agree with his highness," the puma says, again suppressing his accent, "Designated entry points and customs checks would greatly aid the peoples of Promise in maintaining order and good relations with our Creator friends." He smiles at the Creator Doctor and nods toward Sveta, "Sven thinks that there are many things that Creators are not wanting yet on Promise, Da?" | ||
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6/5/477
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The court is unusually full on this hot spring day. To the side, a mathemagician carefully works over a stone slab, manipulating the figures there to produce refreshingly cool air to fight off the heat. The Good King is present, along with the council and Mione, the scribe.
Sven swaggers into court, looking just a little uncomfortable wearing finely made court clothes for his appearance here. He pants a little with the heat. It isn't often anymore that he wears so much clothing. "Is too hot in Firmament," he mutters to himself as he takes his seat among the small crowd of foreign nobility.
Sveta is here in official capacity, having discarded her work clothes in lieu of the autumn-coloured gown she favours so much. She's still a realtively new face at court, and would honestly leave it to others, but Lady Longtail has once again felt indisposed and left it to her to perform the House's social obligations in her stead.
Rogna strolls into the proceedings, taking a seat for himself in a suitable spot as he adjustus his cape. This, would be an interesting arguement, he cannot wait to hehear the thoughts of others on this account. The cold air is not lost on him, refreshing reprieve from the heats of the day.
Dio was never really made for the courts, but who could resist a detailing about something as important as the Creators and possibly the future of their entire planet? The coat toatin' lion strolls into the court building and files in along with the other common beings and finds a comfortable spot that hopefully gets the /lion's share/ of the math made breeze to beat the heat.
Cedric arrives with Sven, a little less swaggery than the puma, and dressed in his finest clothes. Though they weren't as luxurious of what you might find on any given noble, they were certain not of offend anyone's senses. He takes a seat with the foreign noble, and pretends tht he belongs here.
The Good King strikes his gavel to draw attention and silence the murmur of chatter, and court begins. At first, the usual matters come and go as people air their grievances and concerns with various city and state affairs. It seems, even with something special on the schedule, people still have business that needs addressing.
Siyu is in attendance at the court as well, the rodent in the front row of the merchant's section, his wealth having at least gotten him to the front row of the common seats. He is dressed in his silks and leaning back, and will listen to the procedings. He's curious what exactly will happen when these new guests arrive. Curious as to the reports already coming out of the north.
Sven shifts uncomfortably, but know that there is no way he can sneak out of this meeting. Cedric is there as his. . . confidante, of course, but also to report to his advisor Anton should the puma behave, "In a way unbefitting a member of Noble House Snowmark." Sven frowns at the idea of a browbeating from the Reindeer. He was still sore from their last argument. Both emotionally and physically. At least it was a little cooler here in the nobles' seats.
Rogna is more than patient enough to sit through what must be an important discussion to get to the more interesting topic of the day. He sits quietly as the daily chores are attended to amongst the court, eyeing those who arrive with a smile upon his face.
Jendayi is there, somewhere amidst the crowds, dressed rather casually on account of not really having anything awfully fancy in her size at all. Her arms are crossed and she's staying quiet, waiting and listening patiently.
Sveta nods amicably as the day's business is gone through. Creators or no, daily life had to go on, didn't it? It was boring, true, but it was an obligation, and it ought to be upheld with -some- propriety.
Cedric never actually intended to report any of Lord Snowmark's misbehaviors to Anton in the first place, rather, it was a ruse. An excuse to get out and do something that didn't involve murders for a change. Though court matters and politics usually weren't his forte, he'd figured it was much better than trudging through sewers or sitting around depressed. Besides, at least time he was interestd in the topic as it had to do with the arrival of creators. The badger reaches over to pat Sven on the shoulder, and whispers out of deference to the court, "Don't worry, it won't be /that/ long."
At last, the mood changes as a familiar creator enters. Doctor Sinclair. It seems she has discarded her strange creator clothing in favor of loose fitting local fineries. Brightly colored, they suit her well enough, almost an amusing contrast with her generally blunt mannerisms. She takes a seat beside the councilbeings as the Good King rises from his own. "People of Sweetwater, thank you for coming this day to discuss a matter that affects us all. We are in a position of unique advantage. We have already entertained a creator for several months, and we have a chance to have this conversation before more arrive, unlike our neighbors abroad."
Sven leans forward in his seat, glad to finally get to something interesting. He had heard the reports from Thera'Dor and was interested to see what Sweetwater would do to prepare for the coming of these 'lesser' creators. The big puma leans over to Cedric, "Creator Doctor, is most lovely in dress, Da?" he rumbles with a smile. Certainly, HE thinks he is being quiet.
Siyu ohs a small bit and he leans forward, Dr. Sinclair! Interesting, he's never seen a creator let alone met one in person, scootching up on his chair so the short rodent can at least get a better lok at her.
Shuffle shuffle... Dio starts making his way through the crowd in order to reach his destination. In a matter of time, he eventually finds a position behind Sveta. For old time's sake, the lion pats a hand upon her shoulder and speaks in a low whisper. "Good afternoon to ya! Been awhile 'asn't it? Spirits an' Creators... Things are certainly jumpin' now, ain't they?"
Sveta shrugs in her usual disaffected fashion. "Remember to behave yourself, Dio. Can't say much, really. I don't think I'll have much say in anything that's decided here - honestly, think the decision's made already and we're just here to hear it - so I'll save my breath, if you know what I mean.
Jendayi smiles broadly at the sight of the Creator. She felt a little giddy just being in the same room as one- it was a first for her, and she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last considering the very nature of the court. Her tufted tail sways idly behind her, leonine ears twitching at the Good King's words.
"Don't even think about it. And keep your voice down, do you want to get thrown out" Cedric warns the Thera'dor noble in a most admonishing tone, only afterwards realizing that Sven probably /did/ want to get thrown out. The badger keeps his eyes forward and tries to get a good look at Doctor Sinclair. She wasn't the first creator he'd seen, but she was the first adult one. He wondered briefly how little Juliana was doing. "She is rather beautiful though." he admits, much quieter than Sven.
"While the creators," speaks the King, "Are more powerful than us, we will not be cowed. We've faced terrifying odds in the past, together, and we will do so again. It is our opinion that our soon-to-be visitors will come in peace, by and large, and should be treated as honored guests, as any polite foreigner should be. Before I continue, the court will open to comments and concerns."
Sinclair is like one of the great Creator Saint statues, sitting straight and composed. She betrays no emotion to the proceedings so far. Her time on Promise appears to have treated her well, as she looks quite healthy, perhaps even more than when she first arrived, to those who saw her last.
Siyu leans forward and see who will speak. He really doesn't want to speak first, giving a glance to try and find that mustalid! He knows she's gotta be lurking somewhere...he takes a breath and stands and waits to be reocgnized...
"Me?" Dio questions in a surprised tone. "Are ya clamin' that I, Dio the Traveler, is subject to bouts o' misbehavior?" The lion tucks at his coat and straightens it out while he attempts to put on a stereotypically posh stance and way of speech. "Why I would never act like a sort o' ruffian." After a small smirk and a laugh, Dio quiets down and listens to the king speak.
"Oh! A quick comment if ya will." Dio raises his hand and clears his throat before continuing. "I'm thankful fer what the Creators 'ave given us, even the gift o' life. I agree that anyone who comes in peace should be treated honorably, but... Not everythin' works out perfectly ferever. 're we prepared fer the off-chance o' hostile visitors?"
Sven grins at the Good King's words. He was certainly a polite foreigner, it was nice to be so recognized. The puma stands "I am most grateful for kindess of Sweetwater and her people," the big cat says, suppressing his accent as he addresses the court, "And hope that she will be as good to visiting creators." The puma pauses a moment then continues, nodding to Dio, "But there are rules for Sven and his people, so too there should be rules for visitors from the stars, Da?" The hefty puma sits back down, his piece said, just like he had practiced with Anton and Cedric.
Cedric listens to both the felines as they address the court, nodding to Sven. It was still difficult to get used to the mountain lion and his habit of going all serious and polite like that., and he couldn't help but chuckle softly. As for the more important matters at hand, the badger had some questions, of course... it would be evident from his tilted head and the thumb grazing his undermuzzle thoughtfully. Of course, as a cliffsider and commoner without citizenship in Sweetwater, he was hesitant to address the court directly.
The Good King gestures towards Sinclair, "Our esteemed guest has information on that regard." He settles into his seat as she rises.
"It would be ill advised in your fragile legal footing to cause harm to any member of the CREATOR NATION. Detaining is permitted while awaiting word from authorities, but no longer than that. Deportation has been specifically authorized." She makes an odd gesture with her right hand as she speaks, "If I may be blunt," as if she was anything else, "You are being judged. Protect your rights and your laws, but let no CREATOR leave the planet injured, especially at the hand of any of you, even if they deserve it. Our laws are heavy in fines, rehabilitation, and jailing in dire cases. There will be little understanding if anyone is subjected to worse than that." She settles back into her seat after speaking without giving much chance for followup questions.
Siyu just sort of waits, unitl there's a moment for him to speak "We will treat the creator's as honored guests, but they are not of Promise obviously. Should we treat our visitors as honored commoners. Merchants from foreign lands. As foreign nobility? Ambassadors? Or like Sweetwater nobles themselves. There are protocalls for each and deferance for each."
Rogna listens to the doctor speak and tilts his head. Fines fore purely rehabilitation, these were intensive laws to travel amongst the stars. They must be truely connected. "I would do no harm to a creator if it were not to be helped." he says, trying to imagine the extreme situations where such would be applicable. Perhaps to save lives in the immediate moment, but far and beyond there is no reason to bring untold harm to a visitor.
Sveta rubs her face and sighs. Selena would definitely want to hear of this, but she has to agree with Sinclair. It would do no harm to butter up one's assessors, even if one had right of way...
Sven frowns a little, thinking on the reports from Thera'Dor. "What is creator law?" he asks, "Regarding the capture of criminals?" The puma looks to Doctor. "And also in protecting victims?" he continues, not rising for his question, "Creators are having much power. Beings of Promise are very weak if they must be so careful for. . . What is word? Miscreants?"
Jendayi feels the questions that need to be asked are being asked, content to shift her gaze from those asking questions to the Creator and the Good King and back again. Things were starting to really get into the meat of what she needed to know about the changes to come, especially after certain disheartening discoveries.
While the Creator doctor speaks, Dio scratches at his head, attempting to comprehend all the new information. Just how much intergalactic red tape was there? But there was something easy enough to understand; don't physically harm a Creator. "I see," Dio comments, rubbing a hand under his chin. "Thank ya fer the answer. But, one last question from me if ya don't mind."
After clearing his throat and looking at the people around him, the lion shoots off his question. "Actually, I've quite a few questions! This is all so very life changin'. Do ya think we 'ave the right to ask fer some tools that may allow non-lethal solutions to aggressive visitors? The creators 'ave all this amazin' stuff I can't even wrap my 'ead 'round it. An' I'm wonderin' if we should ask 'bout the shadows an' what we can do with the violent ones still remainin'. Maybe they 'ave a solution?"
Mione speaks up, "I have drafted a law that I have distributed to the councilbeings. It is not yet signed by the Good King. I will read it for the benefit of everyone present." He unfurls a parchment at his side expertly and begins to recite, "Any intelligent being not of the world of Promise that enters the kingdom of Sweetwater will be welcomed as guests, to be treated as merchants from afar until they prove deserving of more, or less. In the case of lawlessness, such visitors should be taken to court, where the king and council can decide if education or deportation is required. In all cases, all actions will be relayed to the church for missive to the creator authorities."
What Cedric would take from her words is that it might be advisable to carry a supply of sleeping powder in the event that such a visitor required non-harmful detainment. He didn't think it'd come to that though, and for his part, he'd certainly be very polite to their coming visitors. He looks to Sven, nodding again, and then Dio. He'd been wondering if there might be other solutions in case of trouble. He knew all too well that the divine math could be too unpredictable to use in such a precarious situation...
Rogna nods his head in agreement as the law is read, thinking it a reasonable proposal. Hopefully all find it agreeable, however, the issue of non-violent measures for aggressors catches his ear. "Perhaps, we should ask for informance of what standard of visitation we will recieve, and if they can all adhere to a strict set of what is and isnt' allowed on their persons?"
Sveta speaks up. "I believe it was mentioned in the original missive that no weapons would be allowed, but other than that, no further information was supplied. More information on what rules exactly will they be expected to adhere to will be a plus."
Sven nods at Rogna, the royal's proposal sounding wise to him. "I agree with his highness," the puma says, again suppressing his accent, "Designated entry points and customs checks would greatly aid the peoples of Promise in maintaining order and good relations with our Creator friends." He smiles at the Creator Doctor and nods toward Sveta, "Sven thinks that there are many things that Creators are not wanting yet on Promise, Da?"
