TURN 003: Action! ★ Knight and Emperor, Lion and the Knife
Characters: cardinalist & Worldsrebellion
Location: Plaza, near the largest fountain
Time: Afternoon, specifically, half-past three. After this phonecall.
Style: Prose or Action. I will follow!
Status: CLOSED like a [insert preferred metaphor]
Half-past three and Suzaku meanders his way into the plaza, two travel cups of something highly caffeinated balanced with ease in his hand. The weather is rather disagreeable to his tastes - blistering hot which explains his haphazardly loosened tie, his slightly rumpled shirt. No military dress today and nothing too formal. His mood didn't quite allow for it.
We all like to make rules regarding conduct among individuals. Suzaku knows this. We acknowledge the unspoken guidelines and instructions regarding civil conversation and polite discourse. We have rules pertaining to sporting events and political debates, democratic elections and academic high honors for the simple reason and naïve hope of a fair fight and a clear victor. For so many years, these basic philosophical pillars are what Suzaku have been using to anchor himself before everything went to shit. These days though, he's been a bit more liberal with his behavior and his outlooks.
A narrowing of eyes now, usually so kindly but at the moment, a bit too sharp, too green, too intent. It takes him a little while until he notices a familiar figure - trim and altogether too sure of himself to be anything less than royal blood - standing near a large fountain.
He doesn't say the name. Instead, he simply approaches. “Black with two sugars. That’s still the way you take it, right?”
Location: Plaza, near the largest fountain
Time: Afternoon, specifically, half-past three. After this phonecall.
Style: Prose or Action. I will follow!
Status: CLOSED like a [insert preferred metaphor]
Half-past three and Suzaku meanders his way into the plaza, two travel cups of something highly caffeinated balanced with ease in his hand. The weather is rather disagreeable to his tastes - blistering hot which explains his haphazardly loosened tie, his slightly rumpled shirt. No military dress today and nothing too formal. His mood didn't quite allow for it.
We all like to make rules regarding conduct among individuals. Suzaku knows this. We acknowledge the unspoken guidelines and instructions regarding civil conversation and polite discourse. We have rules pertaining to sporting events and political debates, democratic elections and academic high honors for the simple reason and naïve hope of a fair fight and a clear victor. For so many years, these basic philosophical pillars are what Suzaku have been using to anchor himself before everything went to shit. These days though, he's been a bit more liberal with his behavior and his outlooks.
A narrowing of eyes now, usually so kindly but at the moment, a bit too sharp, too green, too intent. It takes him a little while until he notices a familiar figure - trim and altogether too sure of himself to be anything less than royal blood - standing near a large fountain.
He doesn't say the name. Instead, he simply approaches. “Black with two sugars. That’s still the way you take it, right?”