(This is a private RP exclusive to those asked to join. If you would like to join, please contact me to get set up and find a way into the story. Current characters [RPers]: Zack Universe [Blu Ace], Devon Blade [Eeveechu151], Araminta Atwood [~Principessa~Phantom~], Mao [Twilight Nova], Edward [SismicFlareCharmander], Thomas [Baeleefconfirmed], Quauhtli "Eagle" Zuma [Hisseki], Count Arciot [hackmaster])
"This meeting will come to order. Councilman, a resume?"
"The city of Colchester has been in the process of assembling a force to overthrow us. Our first show of power will be to use our new weapon to destroy them all."
"Indeed. Councilman, do you have the plans?"
"Yes, Chairman. I took them from their hiding place at the manor to bring them here."
"Good. Show them to the table."
"Good. Very good. They'll never know what's coming..."
Devon Blade walked across the manor. Edward (half-drunk, like always) had informed the swordsman that Count Arciot had summoned him to the Count's personal study. The warrior walked up the stairs to the large oak door that was the entrance to the Count's personal chamber. Vladsky, the Russian body guard, stood at the door like always.
"The Count has summoned you." the large man said with his foreign accent.
"Edward told me." Devon said. The bodyguard hauled open the large oak doors, allowing the swordsman through. Devon saw the Count at his large oak desk, re-reading a letter. Mao was beside him, pouring him tea. However, the Count already had a half-full glass of water. The warrior knelt in front of the man he would give his life for with the courtesy he always gave.
"You summoned me, Count Arciot?" he said.
"This meeting will come to order. Councilman, a resume?"
"The city of Colchester has been in the process of assembling a force to overthrow us. Our first show of power will be to use our new weapon to destroy them all."
"Indeed. Councilman, do you have the plans?"
"Yes, Chairman. I took them from their hiding place at the manor to bring them here."
"Good. Show them to the table."
"Good. Very good. They'll never know what's coming..."
Devon Blade walked across the manor. Edward (half-drunk, like always) had informed the swordsman that Count Arciot had summoned him to the Count's personal study. The warrior walked up the stairs to the large oak door that was the entrance to the Count's personal chamber. Vladsky, the Russian body guard, stood at the door like always.
"The Count has summoned you." the large man said with his foreign accent.
"Edward told me." Devon said. The bodyguard hauled open the large oak doors, allowing the swordsman through. Devon saw the Count at his large oak desk, re-reading a letter. Mao was beside him, pouring him tea. However, the Count already had a half-full glass of water. The warrior knelt in front of the man he would give his life for with the courtesy he always gave.
"You summoned me, Count Arciot?" he said.
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