Post by fearjunkie on Mar 14, 2013 8:56:56 GMT -5
All eyes were on the screens as a man named Iago di Britannia addressed them.
"Dear citizens of Area Eleven, good evening. My name is Prince Iago di Britannia. While my dear half-sister, Princess Cornelia li Britannia, recovers from the foul attack executed by Zero, I shall serve as interim Viceroy!"
Around the settlement, Britannians mumbled in worry.
"The 'Mad Prince' is the new Viceroy? The Emperor must be getting desperate."
"Iago's running Area 11? To hell with that, I'm going back to the homeland!"
"Citizens, I beseech you to remain calm in these dark days. The threat of the Black Knights will be put down post-haste, and Zero will be punished for his crimes, for there will be justice in Area 11! Terrorism will be repaid with swift punishment, and we will have order!"
Iago sighed. "I hate speeches." A handservant poured the prince a glass of wine, which Iago happily accepted. "Why Father chose me to be Viceroy, I'll never know..."
Iago sat in his chair, shifting so he was slouching in it. "Ah well, the perks are alright. Nice palace, power over Area 11, a military force under my command. I guess I could deal with it..."
Iago drunk deeply from his glass of wine. "Now, what to do, what to do...should I pass some decree? Perhaps find a consort, I've seen a few fetching Eleven girls around here-of course, that's frowned upon, mingling with Elevens-if there's one complaint I have with Britannian tradition, it's that it gets in the way of my fun..."
Iago frowned. "Wait, what was I talking about again? Oh, right! What to do...decisions, decisions..."
He took another sip of wine. "Well, Father will give me advice." said Iago. In the meantime...I wonder if I can get the wine from my vineyard back in the mainland flown in...
"Dear citizens of Area Eleven, good evening. My name is Prince Iago di Britannia. While my dear half-sister, Princess Cornelia li Britannia, recovers from the foul attack executed by Zero, I shall serve as interim Viceroy!"
Around the settlement, Britannians mumbled in worry.
"The 'Mad Prince' is the new Viceroy? The Emperor must be getting desperate."
"Iago's running Area 11? To hell with that, I'm going back to the homeland!"
"Citizens, I beseech you to remain calm in these dark days. The threat of the Black Knights will be put down post-haste, and Zero will be punished for his crimes, for there will be justice in Area 11! Terrorism will be repaid with swift punishment, and we will have order!"
Iago sighed. "I hate speeches." A handservant poured the prince a glass of wine, which Iago happily accepted. "Why Father chose me to be Viceroy, I'll never know..."
Iago sat in his chair, shifting so he was slouching in it. "Ah well, the perks are alright. Nice palace, power over Area 11, a military force under my command. I guess I could deal with it..."
Iago drunk deeply from his glass of wine. "Now, what to do, what to do...should I pass some decree? Perhaps find a consort, I've seen a few fetching Eleven girls around here-of course, that's frowned upon, mingling with Elevens-if there's one complaint I have with Britannian tradition, it's that it gets in the way of my fun..."
Iago frowned. "Wait, what was I talking about again? Oh, right! What to do...decisions, decisions..."
He took another sip of wine. "Well, Father will give me advice." said Iago. In the meantime...I wonder if I can get the wine from my vineyard back in the mainland flown in...