Post by Loogs on Nov 21, 2010 21:25:03 GMT -5
Lesson one: respect is never attained without some bloodshed.
Elisna double-checked to make sure Hector was still in the bathroom. Retching. Awful retching. Yeah, he'll be in there for a while. Turning her attention back to the letter in her hands, she lifted the crimson seal very carefully and pulled out the letter. She unfolded the piece of paper and reached over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp. Delicate wisps of calligraphy decorated the surface. Elisna was surprised to find that the letter was in English and not Raiixian. Does Hector not speak his native tongue? Better for me I guess. My Raiixian was never that good anyway.
To my son Hector:
It has been almost eighteen years since I last saw you. It pains me every day to know that I was unable to raise you myself, but unfortunately the circumstances were not ones I would have wanted you to grow up in. However, I hear that you are now a strong, upstanding young man. I thank Ryora profusely for keeping you safe all those years.
The reason I am sending you this letter is a dire one. Raiixia, our homeland, is under civil war. The Altaric Raiixians have revolted and overthrown the monarchy and have created chaos. There is fighting in the north and in the sylvatic east, but I fear that it will soon spread everywhere. The Altaric rebels have forced me and the rest of the royal family into hiding. I humbly request your help in the effort to reclaim Raiixia in the name of Aviyan Ryora and his descendants the Aviyanic Raiixians.
The counter-revolutionary effort will meet at the chosen rendezvous point in exactly one week. Do not let this letter fall into the wrong hands, or else we will all surely be hunted down and killed like foxes.
I love you and I hope you are able to forgive me, Hector. I look forward to being reunited with you again very soon. Ryora be with you until then.
Sincerely,
Marimai Nyktori[/size][/i]
Written by the Queen of Raiixia herself. Rather careless of Hector to leave this out of his sight for even a moment. Elisna smirked. The Altaric Raiixians finally got their revenge after so many years of oppression. How good to hear that the bourgeoisie had gotten what was coming to them. The letter had mentioned fighting in parts of Raiixia. The Altarics weren't done yet.
Wait, didn't the Queen mention a rendezvous point for the counter-revolutionary effort to meet at? Elisna scrutinized the entire letter one more time and couldn't find the location.
Shit. The Queen's craftier than I thought. Maybe it's written in co--
She was running out of time. Hector's vomiting had stopped. Quickly she stuffed the letter back in the envelope, opened the nightstand drawer, rummaged around for a lighter, and held the flame under the seal to melt the underside. Elisna successfully resealed the envelope, but the job was a little messy; the pattern on the seal melted a little and was partially distorted. No time to worry about it now, though. With the envelope still in her hand, Elisna rose from the layers of blankets and covers and walked to the kitchen to start breakfast.
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After their parting kiss, Hector opened the door and left her apartment. It was time to make some phone calls. Elisna picked up her phone and made the first one:
"This is Janis Bay speaking."
"Janis?"
"Elisna? Is that you? You never call anymore. What's up?"
"Same old same old. Working at the bar and stuff. I hooked up with a guy last night actually."
"Oh 'Lise, why would you do that? I thought you were done with the opposite sex for a while."
"Because I was bored. Haven't gotten laid in months now. He was pretty hot. His dick was huge, I haven't seen a bigger cock on anyone I've ever met. Guess what I found out about him though."
"What?"
"He's the son of the Queen of Raiixia. Direct descendant of Aviyan Ryora. As bourgeois as they get."
"Wow, that's quite the score then."
"It's weird though, because by what I've talked to him and by what I read from the letter he got when I was with him, it's almost as if he hadn't actually been raised as royalty. She didn't even raise him, apparently."
"Wait, what letter?"
"I was getting to that. The letter said that the Altaric Raiixians started a revolution in Raiixia and now they're fighting for control of the island."
"Really? That's great. I'm glad to hear our comrades in the Pacific have finally fought back against their oppressors."
"Yeah, and they're still fighting, which is why I called you. We have to get the Vanguard back together."
"What? Elisna, that's crazy, are you sure you want to get involved with this?"
"Janis, we have to. We both saw how miserable their living conditions were. We saw the discrimination firsthand. We have to go fight with the Eikurr, god, I almost forgot how disgusting that Altaric term is."
"You're right. This is our opportunity to finally help them get the equality they've deserved for centuries now. And hey, I could use a little target practice."
"Great, then, can you help me make some phone calls to every Vanguard member you know?"
"Of course. Hold on a second, Elisna. Aren't you still on the lam?"
"Yeah, Interpol was on my ass for a while about the weapons smuggling charges. It was a bitch to finally lose them, but the heat's died down. For now anyway."
"Jesus Christ, Elisna, be careful. You aren't dealing with some podunk little police force here. This is goddamn Interpol, you could get yourself into some even more serious shit."
"I already am in some serious shit. But they think Elisna Kaukonen is dead. Killed in a skirmish in some third-world country in Southeast Asia. I've been living as Sadie O'Dell, Rebecca Wolfowitz, and a whole lot of other aliases. Anyway, I have to start calling the others. You should start too."
"Got it."
"And meet me here on the island as soon as possible."
"I'll be ready in about four days. Good luck, Elisna."
"You too, Janis. See you here."
Elisna hung up and opened a small red address book. One by one she went down the list of names and placed the necessary phone calls. The underground Vermilion Vanguard was made up of people from all walks of life, from several different countries, all united by the same leftist beliefs in equality for everyone, especially the oppressed and the ones who could not fight for themselves.
This is gonna run up one hell of a phone bill though. Thank god Janis is helping out.
A woman sidestepped a hungover youth as he lurched towards the docks, his towering frame catching her tobacco smoke and dragging it in his wake. She stopped walking for a moment, and stared impartially at him as he bumbled through the crowds.
Hector, that’s damn certain. This isn’t when we’ve met yet, though. No, that, mercifully, is still… She exhaled, pursing her lips. Another cloud of smoke streamed forth steadily before wafting skywards.
Her ruffled tank top fluttered in the wind, the white fabric catching the morning sun brilliantly.
So, it’s all finally f&[HASH]117;ckin’ happenin’. It’ll be nice to see somethin’ besides a bunch of dumbass bird folk ripping eachother up every time I try to see. She pushed past Gandharaj, dismissing the man’s usual spiel. If I wanted f&[HASH]117;ckin’ cut rate Indian shit, I’d be smoking one of them right f&[HASH]117;ckin’ now, buddy.
“Please, try them! I’m sure you’d like them!”
“I don’t see me buying anything from you, Mister. Not today, not tomorrow, shit, not even some time before May 7th, 2014,” Her words were calm, with a faint note of disgust just barely escaping her lips. She kept walking, the scrawny entrepreneur pacing her.
“But then?”
“You know what? If I see you after that date, I’ll buy your entire f&[HASH]117;cking stockpile. In fact, f&[HASH]117;ck it. I’ll pay you two times the going rate for the whole lot.”
“Really, Miss Shouse?”
“You know how good my word is. Ain’t anybody on the whole damn island that can say so much as a squeak against it. I say it, it happens, sure as shit,” She brushed her chestnut colored locks away from her cheek, and glanced back over her shoulder. Old Gandharaj nodded once in gratitude before latching onto the next nearest smoker. He was a worker, that was for sure.
And this was the area she had will have been heading towards, now. A few decent looking apartments, roomy lofts belonging to those that needed. Just up around the corner, that was all there was to it-
Knock, knock. The door swung open. A lanky redhead was at the door, phone cradled between her jaw and shoulder.
“Maydell?” She said, and brought her hand up to end a call.
“Elisna Kaukonen. You just finished calling me. So, when do we start?”
Elisna double-checked to make sure Hector was still in the bathroom. Retching. Awful retching. Yeah, he'll be in there for a while. Turning her attention back to the letter in her hands, she lifted the crimson seal very carefully and pulled out the letter. She unfolded the piece of paper and reached over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp. Delicate wisps of calligraphy decorated the surface. Elisna was surprised to find that the letter was in English and not Raiixian. Does Hector not speak his native tongue? Better for me I guess. My Raiixian was never that good anyway.
To my son Hector:
It has been almost eighteen years since I last saw you. It pains me every day to know that I was unable to raise you myself, but unfortunately the circumstances were not ones I would have wanted you to grow up in. However, I hear that you are now a strong, upstanding young man. I thank Ryora profusely for keeping you safe all those years.
The reason I am sending you this letter is a dire one. Raiixia, our homeland, is under civil war. The Altaric Raiixians have revolted and overthrown the monarchy and have created chaos. There is fighting in the north and in the sylvatic east, but I fear that it will soon spread everywhere. The Altaric rebels have forced me and the rest of the royal family into hiding. I humbly request your help in the effort to reclaim Raiixia in the name of Aviyan Ryora and his descendants the Aviyanic Raiixians.
The counter-revolutionary effort will meet at the chosen rendezvous point in exactly one week. Do not let this letter fall into the wrong hands, or else we will all surely be hunted down and killed like foxes.
I love you and I hope you are able to forgive me, Hector. I look forward to being reunited with you again very soon. Ryora be with you until then.
Sincerely,
Marimai Nyktori[/size][/i]
Written by the Queen of Raiixia herself. Rather careless of Hector to leave this out of his sight for even a moment. Elisna smirked. The Altaric Raiixians finally got their revenge after so many years of oppression. How good to hear that the bourgeoisie had gotten what was coming to them. The letter had mentioned fighting in parts of Raiixia. The Altarics weren't done yet.
Wait, didn't the Queen mention a rendezvous point for the counter-revolutionary effort to meet at? Elisna scrutinized the entire letter one more time and couldn't find the location.
Shit. The Queen's craftier than I thought. Maybe it's written in co--
She was running out of time. Hector's vomiting had stopped. Quickly she stuffed the letter back in the envelope, opened the nightstand drawer, rummaged around for a lighter, and held the flame under the seal to melt the underside. Elisna successfully resealed the envelope, but the job was a little messy; the pattern on the seal melted a little and was partially distorted. No time to worry about it now, though. With the envelope still in her hand, Elisna rose from the layers of blankets and covers and walked to the kitchen to start breakfast.
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After their parting kiss, Hector opened the door and left her apartment. It was time to make some phone calls. Elisna picked up her phone and made the first one:
"This is Janis Bay speaking."
"Janis?"
"Elisna? Is that you? You never call anymore. What's up?"
"Same old same old. Working at the bar and stuff. I hooked up with a guy last night actually."
"Oh 'Lise, why would you do that? I thought you were done with the opposite sex for a while."
"Because I was bored. Haven't gotten laid in months now. He was pretty hot. His dick was huge, I haven't seen a bigger cock on anyone I've ever met. Guess what I found out about him though."
"What?"
"He's the son of the Queen of Raiixia. Direct descendant of Aviyan Ryora. As bourgeois as they get."
"Wow, that's quite the score then."
"It's weird though, because by what I've talked to him and by what I read from the letter he got when I was with him, it's almost as if he hadn't actually been raised as royalty. She didn't even raise him, apparently."
"Wait, what letter?"
"I was getting to that. The letter said that the Altaric Raiixians started a revolution in Raiixia and now they're fighting for control of the island."
"Really? That's great. I'm glad to hear our comrades in the Pacific have finally fought back against their oppressors."
"Yeah, and they're still fighting, which is why I called you. We have to get the Vanguard back together."
"What? Elisna, that's crazy, are you sure you want to get involved with this?"
"Janis, we have to. We both saw how miserable their living conditions were. We saw the discrimination firsthand. We have to go fight with the Eikurr, god, I almost forgot how disgusting that Altaric term is."
"You're right. This is our opportunity to finally help them get the equality they've deserved for centuries now. And hey, I could use a little target practice."
"Great, then, can you help me make some phone calls to every Vanguard member you know?"
"Of course. Hold on a second, Elisna. Aren't you still on the lam?"
"Yeah, Interpol was on my ass for a while about the weapons smuggling charges. It was a bitch to finally lose them, but the heat's died down. For now anyway."
"Jesus Christ, Elisna, be careful. You aren't dealing with some podunk little police force here. This is goddamn Interpol, you could get yourself into some even more serious shit."
"I already am in some serious shit. But they think Elisna Kaukonen is dead. Killed in a skirmish in some third-world country in Southeast Asia. I've been living as Sadie O'Dell, Rebecca Wolfowitz, and a whole lot of other aliases. Anyway, I have to start calling the others. You should start too."
"Got it."
"And meet me here on the island as soon as possible."
"I'll be ready in about four days. Good luck, Elisna."
"You too, Janis. See you here."
Elisna hung up and opened a small red address book. One by one she went down the list of names and placed the necessary phone calls. The underground Vermilion Vanguard was made up of people from all walks of life, from several different countries, all united by the same leftist beliefs in equality for everyone, especially the oppressed and the ones who could not fight for themselves.
This is gonna run up one hell of a phone bill though. Thank god Janis is helping out.
OOC: There are going to be two big entry points here. One is really easy: find a way to link yourself to the Vanguard. Say you're a new recruit, say you've belonged for a while, or shit, you can even be an undercover Interpol/Raiixian/anti-Commie agent looking to take down the Vanguard or a bounty hunter looking to capture Elisna.
The next entry point won't be for a little while and that one involved Elisna going to the local bazaar and obtaining the Sagittarius Amulet, so if you think that might be a nicer way to get in, then go for it I guess.
The next entry point won't be for a little while and that one involved Elisna going to the local bazaar and obtaining the Sagittarius Amulet, so if you think that might be a nicer way to get in, then go for it I guess.
A woman sidestepped a hungover youth as he lurched towards the docks, his towering frame catching her tobacco smoke and dragging it in his wake. She stopped walking for a moment, and stared impartially at him as he bumbled through the crowds.
Hector, that’s damn certain. This isn’t when we’ve met yet, though. No, that, mercifully, is still… She exhaled, pursing her lips. Another cloud of smoke streamed forth steadily before wafting skywards.
Her ruffled tank top fluttered in the wind, the white fabric catching the morning sun brilliantly.
So, it’s all finally f&[HASH]117;ckin’ happenin’. It’ll be nice to see somethin’ besides a bunch of dumbass bird folk ripping eachother up every time I try to see. She pushed past Gandharaj, dismissing the man’s usual spiel. If I wanted f&[HASH]117;ckin’ cut rate Indian shit, I’d be smoking one of them right f&[HASH]117;ckin’ now, buddy.
“Please, try them! I’m sure you’d like them!”
“I don’t see me buying anything from you, Mister. Not today, not tomorrow, shit, not even some time before May 7th, 2014,” Her words were calm, with a faint note of disgust just barely escaping her lips. She kept walking, the scrawny entrepreneur pacing her.
“But then?”
“You know what? If I see you after that date, I’ll buy your entire f&[HASH]117;cking stockpile. In fact, f&[HASH]117;ck it. I’ll pay you two times the going rate for the whole lot.”
“Really, Miss Shouse?”
“You know how good my word is. Ain’t anybody on the whole damn island that can say so much as a squeak against it. I say it, it happens, sure as shit,” She brushed her chestnut colored locks away from her cheek, and glanced back over her shoulder. Old Gandharaj nodded once in gratitude before latching onto the next nearest smoker. He was a worker, that was for sure.
And this was the area she had will have been heading towards, now. A few decent looking apartments, roomy lofts belonging to those that needed. Just up around the corner, that was all there was to it-
Knock, knock. The door swung open. A lanky redhead was at the door, phone cradled between her jaw and shoulder.
“Maydell?” She said, and brought her hand up to end a call.
“Elisna Kaukonen. You just finished calling me. So, when do we start?”