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Who: Lelouch, Euphemia, Kyosuke, Elena, Nina (NPC'd with permission) Brittania NPCs, OPEN to anyone remotely involved with Lelouch's plans
What: Coup d'Etat over Foie Gras
When: Friday evening
Where: Brittania mansion
Warnings: violence, complicated BOKU NO KATCHI DA
It was after dessert was served that everything changed. The very long table was occupied on all sides by men and women in suits. They did not recline in their comfortable red leather. They picked at their brandy compote and made after dinner small talk. Barbs floated behind backhanded compliments. The lighting was soft, the table one incredibly long piece of dark oak, inlaid with patterns by master craftsmen. Chamber music floated in...from actual chamber musicians, out in the hall. The Brittanias were not callow nouveau-riche to neglect the elegance that set their class aside. Yet they did not flaunt it either: This was a private family dinner, for themselves and a few loyal retainers (chief among them one Jeremiah "Orange" Gottwald, at the farthest end of the table from the head).
The head of the table was empty, reserved for Charles Di Brittania who was, as usual secluded in his study back home in England. The first spot back, to the left was occupied by Shneizel La Brittania, the second eldest son. He had medium length blonde hair, aristocratic features and a sinister (natch) grin.
To the right was Oddyseus El Brittania, big, slow, only the named succesor because he was easily manipulable by his younger half-siblings. He savored his dessert with a child's delight.
Second left, Cornelia Le Brittania. As a woman she would never be allowed to rule the family's buisiness empire and her hard set features showed it. She did not eat desserts and her full plate and trim body showed it. Her eyes and hair were the color of wine. She was chief of security for the family and brutal in her dealings with their enemies.
Second right, Clovis Lo Brittania. An effeminate fop, more concerned with the latest designer drug and vapid bed partners than anything to do with the family buisiness. His hair was also blond but long and wild. His smirk wasn't predatory, merely laviscious. He was the only person dressed unconservatively. He wore a silk, brocaded ensamble, seemingly cut whole from an ancient Chinese court official then resewn along western lines. His interest in the case of his younger brother was informed by nothing more than petty spite: He'd always hated Lelouch, even as a child pushing him down, smearing dirt on him, touching him when and where he hated to be touched, pinning him painfully down when he protested.
And then there was Euphemia and her boyfriend. Neither could have been comfortable for the previous couple hours, especially since Euphie was wearing the wire...
Vibrations sounded in Cornelia's pocket. She excused herself ('how rude!' looks followed her) and she ducked into the hallway. "Yes, what is it?" She said into her cel phone, irritated.
"Ma'am, we've captured an intruder."
"Hold him in the basement until i'm done with dinner. I have to *babysit* Euphie."
"Ma'am...He claims to be your younger brother."
Lelouch? How dare he show his face here!
"Bring him to me in the parlor."
"Yes ma'am!"
And it was done. Grass-stained, the thin, black haired figure in the double breasted black jacket was frog marched into the parlor and promptly sat down on one of the leather couches.
"You idiot! That's not..." Yet before Cornelia could finish, 'Lelouch' began shaking his head...Dislodging a wig and hair cap. Behind it, short blonde locks and a girl's face. The guard pressing her down to the couch could not prevent that.
"That's right you caustic, dikey cunt. The real Lelouch is somewhere on the grounds. Time to deploy the troops and find him." She was a girl with round features and a sharp tongue. The perfect girl to disguise as Lelouch...
"She's a decoy! Tell all roaming security staff to return to the mansion!"
Her guard nodded and relayed the order but by then it was too late. 'Lelouch' seemed everywhere, in security camera footage spliced in a hundred ways, flickering across the grounds like a phantom. They were all occupied with his masterfully created doubles. With a sinking feeling, she realized that this had been planned weeks in advance. Someone had tipped the little wannabe terrorist to this gathering. She resolved to have words with Euphie...
Meanwhile, in a beat up hooptie outside the estate, the genuine article waited for the signal with his bodyguard.
What: Coup d'Etat over Foie Gras
When: Friday evening
Where: Brittania mansion
Warnings: violence, complicated BOKU NO KATCHI DA
It was after dessert was served that everything changed. The very long table was occupied on all sides by men and women in suits. They did not recline in their comfortable red leather. They picked at their brandy compote and made after dinner small talk. Barbs floated behind backhanded compliments. The lighting was soft, the table one incredibly long piece of dark oak, inlaid with patterns by master craftsmen. Chamber music floated in...from actual chamber musicians, out in the hall. The Brittanias were not callow nouveau-riche to neglect the elegance that set their class aside. Yet they did not flaunt it either: This was a private family dinner, for themselves and a few loyal retainers (chief among them one Jeremiah "Orange" Gottwald, at the farthest end of the table from the head).
The head of the table was empty, reserved for Charles Di Brittania who was, as usual secluded in his study back home in England. The first spot back, to the left was occupied by Shneizel La Brittania, the second eldest son. He had medium length blonde hair, aristocratic features and a sinister (natch) grin.
To the right was Oddyseus El Brittania, big, slow, only the named succesor because he was easily manipulable by his younger half-siblings. He savored his dessert with a child's delight.
Second left, Cornelia Le Brittania. As a woman she would never be allowed to rule the family's buisiness empire and her hard set features showed it. She did not eat desserts and her full plate and trim body showed it. Her eyes and hair were the color of wine. She was chief of security for the family and brutal in her dealings with their enemies.
Second right, Clovis Lo Brittania. An effeminate fop, more concerned with the latest designer drug and vapid bed partners than anything to do with the family buisiness. His hair was also blond but long and wild. His smirk wasn't predatory, merely laviscious. He was the only person dressed unconservatively. He wore a silk, brocaded ensamble, seemingly cut whole from an ancient Chinese court official then resewn along western lines. His interest in the case of his younger brother was informed by nothing more than petty spite: He'd always hated Lelouch, even as a child pushing him down, smearing dirt on him, touching him when and where he hated to be touched, pinning him painfully down when he protested.
And then there was Euphemia and her boyfriend. Neither could have been comfortable for the previous couple hours, especially since Euphie was wearing the wire...
Vibrations sounded in Cornelia's pocket. She excused herself ('how rude!' looks followed her) and she ducked into the hallway. "Yes, what is it?" She said into her cel phone, irritated.
"Ma'am, we've captured an intruder."
"Hold him in the basement until i'm done with dinner. I have to *babysit* Euphie."
"Ma'am...He claims to be your younger brother."
Lelouch? How dare he show his face here!
"Bring him to me in the parlor."
"Yes ma'am!"
And it was done. Grass-stained, the thin, black haired figure in the double breasted black jacket was frog marched into the parlor and promptly sat down on one of the leather couches.
"You idiot! That's not..." Yet before Cornelia could finish, 'Lelouch' began shaking his head...Dislodging a wig and hair cap. Behind it, short blonde locks and a girl's face. The guard pressing her down to the couch could not prevent that.
"That's right you caustic, dikey cunt. The real Lelouch is somewhere on the grounds. Time to deploy the troops and find him." She was a girl with round features and a sharp tongue. The perfect girl to disguise as Lelouch...
"She's a decoy! Tell all roaming security staff to return to the mansion!"
Her guard nodded and relayed the order but by then it was too late. 'Lelouch' seemed everywhere, in security camera footage spliced in a hundred ways, flickering across the grounds like a phantom. They were all occupied with his masterfully created doubles. With a sinking feeling, she realized that this had been planned weeks in advance. Someone had tipped the little wannabe terrorist to this gathering. She resolved to have words with Euphie...
Meanwhile, in a beat up hooptie outside the estate, the genuine article waited for the signal with his bodyguard.