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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A fine day in the city, and court has gathered to see the problems of the kingdom. A petty squabble over land rights is settled swiftly, followed by an argument that is boiled down to a fashion crime, which isn't a crime. At last, more serious business arises as Mione, Royal Scholar, is called to speak. |
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| + | "Good beings of Sweetwater, too long have we cleaved to the heartless and malignant title of 'soulless'. My studies and interactions with these brave protectors of the land to show them not only having of soul, but an overabundance of the Creator's own good will. These are our sisters, brothers, and children, and deserve to be called something less foreboding, and sinister, as soulless. I move that the title be struck from the court records and replaced with something more suiting."<br> <br>Bite slithers into court in time to hear this announcement and tilts her head. Personally she's never thought about it, it's always been what shes called. She supposes it bears some ill will in it's implications but it's not doing any harm, what else would they call her? She coils into a seat and listens intently to the conversation.<br> <br>Kilsa takes a seat and chuckles over the argument that boiled down to nothing. She was dressed simply but regal as not to draw any attention her modest brown and red dress. She watched at Mione began speaking on the names of soulless, "Such a strange topic." She murmurs to herself, far as she new even if you called a hammer by any other name it has the same function.<br> <br>Peril skipped in, eager at last to be involved in something she could take seriously even if it did seem something of a trivial topic for the times being faced. None the less the little cat made sure to get a good position where she wasn�t struggling to see over anyone else which largely required being at the very front of things wherever possible.<br> <br>The Good King nods towards Mione, "Well spoken. Do we have any testimonies or witnesses to see?" he inquires, making an expansive gesture towards the gathered audience.<br> <br>Bite shakes her head and thinks. She does not have a compelling argument for keeping or changing it, she'll have to develop one and let someone else speak first. She looks to the others in the room, recognizinig a few as soulless, or what soon might be something else.<br> <br>Kilsa raises a hand up nervously, "My King. I have something to speak on to the benefits of soulless, While the name makes little difference to me weither I am called Kilsa, Priestess, Lady Ironsoul, or Big sister. I've noticed that my brothers and sisters with soul gems have shown me some of the most soul possible. I ask for volunteers to my orphange over half of them are soulless, I find that most of the guards I'm paired with on patrols are just like me." She looks over the crowd, "And when the shadows are knocking at the door who is first to fight? Us. I would like to say even if our names are black as the shadows we fight we are full of souls and love for all." She bows gracefully before looking at her with her head held down.<br> <br>Peril steps forward, clasping her hands together in front of her belly as she bows her head toward the king before lifting her eyes to gaze up at him as she spoke in as clear a voice the small feline could muster "I would like to offer my thoughts on this matter". Smiling broadly the cat moved in alongside Kilsa glancing up at the badge before looking back to the king as she raised her head to speak "We face many threats we are nor familiar with, many new dangers we have never before been confronted with. People are scared and there are many things they are right to be scared of. In these trying times where none of us can be sure of our security we must do what we can to ensure the strength of community, to make sure the bonds of loyalty that bind our society together are firm and steady. To that end to label a portion of our population as something so sinister as soulless is to work against the security of our future. To that end I would urge and plead for a more fitting title to bestow on those strengthened with the power of the soul gems"<br> <br>"I have made it no secret," speaks the Good King, "How much I value the patriotism and loyalty of our citizens. Our kingdom is singularly most threatened by this new menace, and I know who is at the front line." He slaps his gavel once, "But this is a court. Who will speak the demerits of this motion?"<br> <br>a grey muzzled canine in heavy black robes that hung from his shoulder all the way to the floor raised his hand in response to the kings question before stepped forward with the aid of a cane. He looked over the first two speakers, eyes narrowing and expression stiffening before looking to the king "I believe I would like to speak against such a motion"<br> <br>In politeness to the elderly, the court bailiff moves forward to assist aged canine up into one of the witness stands to speak his peace.<br> <br>Kilsa eyes shift to stare at the canine, "I didn't think there would be opposers to something so simple." She mentions quietly as she begins to size up the hidden elder. "I wonder....."<br> <br>Ryusho would move to stand near Kilsa in a way, or at least semi near where she was as he looks to the elder, though he was staying quiet, he could not think of reasons to oppose, and minimal reasons to speak, consideiring most of the good arguements have been made<br> <br>Accepting the aid of the bailiff gladdy to take his position the canine straightens his posture before casing his gaze about those assembled in the room, the aged canine raised his free hand to his muzzle as he cleared his throat before beginning to address all those gathered "These are indeed dangerous times filled with danger but not the kind we know well from wars and petty squabbles. The very shadows themselves now threaten us. Moving through the darkness of night, the shade of the forest, the narrow alleys of our towns and cities and even slipping into the hearts and minds of those not guarded against them! These are not the times to be putting people at east. We must be watchful, even of those we know well for anyone can fall victim to these pitiless shades and as we all know, the soulless are the most vulnerable of all! Let us not forget the true monstrosities that any one of them may become should the shadow find root. We do well to remind ourselves they are not like our fathers or grand gathers or any of those come before. They arrived with this new threat and they are the most vulnerable to it of us all. They must be watched and we must be reminded to be vigilant in our every action. Let us not allow the bruised egos of a few to threaten our safety and the safety of future generations". The elderly man bowed his head, eyes closing and ears falling back "I know all too well the price that comes from allowing sentiment to blind you".<br> <br>Peril gives the elderly canine a dirty glare but stepped aside to give him all the room he needed or perhaps just to stay as far from his as she could respectfully manage.<br> <br>Bite hisses her discontent to the old canine, the very idea of being so careless as to become a monster making her blood semi-hot. She settles in and watches him, flicking her tail against the ground as he finishes. | ||
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9/9/475
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A fine day in the city, and court has gathered to see the problems of the kingdom. A petty squabble over land rights is settled swiftly, followed by an argument that is boiled down to a fashion crime, which isn't a crime. At last, more serious business arises as Mione, Royal Scholar, is called to speak.
"Good beings of Sweetwater, too long have we cleaved to the heartless and malignant title of 'soulless'. My studies and interactions with these brave protectors of the land to show them not only having of soul, but an overabundance of the Creator's own good will. These are our sisters, brothers, and children, and deserve to be called something less foreboding, and sinister, as soulless. I move that the title be struck from the court records and replaced with something more suiting."
Bite slithers into court in time to hear this announcement and tilts her head. Personally she's never thought about it, it's always been what shes called. She supposes it bears some ill will in it's implications but it's not doing any harm, what else would they call her? She coils into a seat and listens intently to the conversation.
Kilsa takes a seat and chuckles over the argument that boiled down to nothing. She was dressed simply but regal as not to draw any attention her modest brown and red dress. She watched at Mione began speaking on the names of soulless, "Such a strange topic." She murmurs to herself, far as she new even if you called a hammer by any other name it has the same function.
Peril skipped in, eager at last to be involved in something she could take seriously even if it did seem something of a trivial topic for the times being faced. None the less the little cat made sure to get a good position where she wasn�t struggling to see over anyone else which largely required being at the very front of things wherever possible.
The Good King nods towards Mione, "Well spoken. Do we have any testimonies or witnesses to see?" he inquires, making an expansive gesture towards the gathered audience.
Bite shakes her head and thinks. She does not have a compelling argument for keeping or changing it, she'll have to develop one and let someone else speak first. She looks to the others in the room, recognizinig a few as soulless, or what soon might be something else.
Kilsa raises a hand up nervously, "My King. I have something to speak on to the benefits of soulless, While the name makes little difference to me weither I am called Kilsa, Priestess, Lady Ironsoul, or Big sister. I've noticed that my brothers and sisters with soul gems have shown me some of the most soul possible. I ask for volunteers to my orphange over half of them are soulless, I find that most of the guards I'm paired with on patrols are just like me." She looks over the crowd, "And when the shadows are knocking at the door who is first to fight? Us. I would like to say even if our names are black as the shadows we fight we are full of souls and love for all." She bows gracefully before looking at her with her head held down.
Peril steps forward, clasping her hands together in front of her belly as she bows her head toward the king before lifting her eyes to gaze up at him as she spoke in as clear a voice the small feline could muster "I would like to offer my thoughts on this matter". Smiling broadly the cat moved in alongside Kilsa glancing up at the badge before looking back to the king as she raised her head to speak "We face many threats we are nor familiar with, many new dangers we have never before been confronted with. People are scared and there are many things they are right to be scared of. In these trying times where none of us can be sure of our security we must do what we can to ensure the strength of community, to make sure the bonds of loyalty that bind our society together are firm and steady. To that end to label a portion of our population as something so sinister as soulless is to work against the security of our future. To that end I would urge and plead for a more fitting title to bestow on those strengthened with the power of the soul gems"
"I have made it no secret," speaks the Good King, "How much I value the patriotism and loyalty of our citizens. Our kingdom is singularly most threatened by this new menace, and I know who is at the front line." He slaps his gavel once, "But this is a court. Who will speak the demerits of this motion?"
a grey muzzled canine in heavy black robes that hung from his shoulder all the way to the floor raised his hand in response to the kings question before stepped forward with the aid of a cane. He looked over the first two speakers, eyes narrowing and expression stiffening before looking to the king "I believe I would like to speak against such a motion"
In politeness to the elderly, the court bailiff moves forward to assist aged canine up into one of the witness stands to speak his peace.
Kilsa eyes shift to stare at the canine, "I didn't think there would be opposers to something so simple." She mentions quietly as she begins to size up the hidden elder. "I wonder....."
Ryusho would move to stand near Kilsa in a way, or at least semi near where she was as he looks to the elder, though he was staying quiet, he could not think of reasons to oppose, and minimal reasons to speak, consideiring most of the good arguements have been made
Accepting the aid of the bailiff gladdy to take his position the canine straightens his posture before casing his gaze about those assembled in the room, the aged canine raised his free hand to his muzzle as he cleared his throat before beginning to address all those gathered "These are indeed dangerous times filled with danger but not the kind we know well from wars and petty squabbles. The very shadows themselves now threaten us. Moving through the darkness of night, the shade of the forest, the narrow alleys of our towns and cities and even slipping into the hearts and minds of those not guarded against them! These are not the times to be putting people at east. We must be watchful, even of those we know well for anyone can fall victim to these pitiless shades and as we all know, the soulless are the most vulnerable of all! Let us not forget the true monstrosities that any one of them may become should the shadow find root. We do well to remind ourselves they are not like our fathers or grand gathers or any of those come before. They arrived with this new threat and they are the most vulnerable to it of us all. They must be watched and we must be reminded to be vigilant in our every action. Let us not allow the bruised egos of a few to threaten our safety and the safety of future generations". The elderly man bowed his head, eyes closing and ears falling back "I know all too well the price that comes from allowing sentiment to blind you".
Peril gives the elderly canine a dirty glare but stepped aside to give him all the room he needed or perhaps just to stay as far from his as she could respectfully manage.
Bite hisses her discontent to the old canine, the very idea of being so careless as to become a monster making her blood semi-hot. She settles in and watches him, flicking her tail against the ground as he finishes.
