Creator Laws - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
6/5/477
Log
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.
