Post by Clovis la Britannia on Apr 26, 2013 19:06:24 GMT -5
Clovis sat in front of chess board, staring across at the opponent that wasn't there, Clovis was replaying that game again. That game from so long ago, which Lelouch had left him with before he had departed to Japan, which had now become Area 11 under Britannian rule. Clovis had come there as the new Viceroy, but it was not simply duty which had brought him forth from Pendragon. Rather he wanted to be close to his brother's final resting place, at first he had searched tirelessly but by now it was more a matter of closure for him to be there. Lifting his hand , he laid it on the head of the white queen, lifted it and set it down in the exact same spot. Even with so many years passed between them, playing chess against his brother was still so difficult. He had done so many times since that day and the correct move, the correct answer had never occurred to him. He could never focus when he re-enacted this game, he always wound up thinking of Lelouch rather than the game, Nunally too and Empress Marianne as well. Perhaps it never would, perhaps the game was meant to remain unfinished, their rivalry, their relationship left open.
There was an urgent, insistent knock at the door. At first Clovis ignored it, resting his chin in his palm as he contemplated the board further. Then the knock came again, thumping through his concentration. 'Enter.' The bulbous figure of Bartley Aspirus soon waddled in to the room, something about a scheduled broadcast even though Clovis had made it abundantly clear that he was not to be disturbed. Honestly, the man had his uses but he was an absolute imbecile sometimes. Sighing, Clovis rose from his seat and crossed towards the door. Bartley made some offhand comment about him playing chess, to which the Prince responded with a derisive snort. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with this man, or anyone else for that matter. The fact that Bartley had known him long enough that he should have known better only worsened his mood. For someone who enjoyed company as much as Clovis, Bartley ought to have at least known that when he wanted to be left to his own devices there was a damn good reason for it. It wasn't as if they couldn't push it back for a day anyway, all these public broadcasts had gotten dreadfully samey in the last few months.
Down in the court hall where he held all his public addresses, Clovis was being briefed again by Bartley as one of the news staff powdered his face with something. He wasn't listening, he'd read the initial brief the day before. Instead his eyes were fixed on the woman powdering his face. 'You have beautiful eyes,' he said out of the blue. She paused and smiled, blushing a little to be complimented by a member of the Royalty. Bartley grumbled something about him not listening, but Clovis silenced him with a wave of his hand. 'You should come back and model for me some time in the future.' There was a brief announcement that they were ready and waiting for him and Clovis strode out in front of the cameras as another attendant placed his cloak over his shoulders. He stood there, waiting for the recording light to burst in to life and smirked briefly to himself.
Ha, I'm either a political tool or the greatest method actor who's ever lived. Not exactly what we had in mind was it, Lelouch?
'Honourable nobles, loyal subjects, Honorary Brittannians all!' He clutched at his chest with one hand, lurching forwards seemingly in pain as he shut his eyes, his voice lowering. 'Our heart is overcome with sadness. That some would return the love of this, the very greatest of nations, with nothing but disdain tears my heart in two.' Opening his eyes and fixing the camera lens with them, he kept his hand upon his breast as he carried on. 'This peaceful and idyllic province of ours has suffered under a cowardly act of the most heinous kind of terrorism. The radicals, having secured a deadly chemical weapon now threaten the good and loyal people of Area 11 to further their own selfish agenda.'
He cast his hand to one side in a sweeping gesture a his expression darkened, his eyebrows dipping into a scowl. 'But I say now that our mighty and prosperous Empire shall not be cowed by the threats of these madmen. Therefore we implore you, not as your Prince or as your Viceroy but as a loyal citizen of our land, to become our eyes and ears in pursuit of these cowards! That we may then bring the hammer of justice down upon them swiftly and heavily! All Hail Brittannia!'
It was only after the cameras had stopped that the full gravity of what as happening sunk in.
There was an urgent, insistent knock at the door. At first Clovis ignored it, resting his chin in his palm as he contemplated the board further. Then the knock came again, thumping through his concentration. 'Enter.' The bulbous figure of Bartley Aspirus soon waddled in to the room, something about a scheduled broadcast even though Clovis had made it abundantly clear that he was not to be disturbed. Honestly, the man had his uses but he was an absolute imbecile sometimes. Sighing, Clovis rose from his seat and crossed towards the door. Bartley made some offhand comment about him playing chess, to which the Prince responded with a derisive snort. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with this man, or anyone else for that matter. The fact that Bartley had known him long enough that he should have known better only worsened his mood. For someone who enjoyed company as much as Clovis, Bartley ought to have at least known that when he wanted to be left to his own devices there was a damn good reason for it. It wasn't as if they couldn't push it back for a day anyway, all these public broadcasts had gotten dreadfully samey in the last few months.
Down in the court hall where he held all his public addresses, Clovis was being briefed again by Bartley as one of the news staff powdered his face with something. He wasn't listening, he'd read the initial brief the day before. Instead his eyes were fixed on the woman powdering his face. 'You have beautiful eyes,' he said out of the blue. She paused and smiled, blushing a little to be complimented by a member of the Royalty. Bartley grumbled something about him not listening, but Clovis silenced him with a wave of his hand. 'You should come back and model for me some time in the future.' There was a brief announcement that they were ready and waiting for him and Clovis strode out in front of the cameras as another attendant placed his cloak over his shoulders. He stood there, waiting for the recording light to burst in to life and smirked briefly to himself.
Ha, I'm either a political tool or the greatest method actor who's ever lived. Not exactly what we had in mind was it, Lelouch?
'Honourable nobles, loyal subjects, Honorary Brittannians all!' He clutched at his chest with one hand, lurching forwards seemingly in pain as he shut his eyes, his voice lowering. 'Our heart is overcome with sadness. That some would return the love of this, the very greatest of nations, with nothing but disdain tears my heart in two.' Opening his eyes and fixing the camera lens with them, he kept his hand upon his breast as he carried on. 'This peaceful and idyllic province of ours has suffered under a cowardly act of the most heinous kind of terrorism. The radicals, having secured a deadly chemical weapon now threaten the good and loyal people of Area 11 to further their own selfish agenda.'
He cast his hand to one side in a sweeping gesture a his expression darkened, his eyebrows dipping into a scowl. 'But I say now that our mighty and prosperous Empire shall not be cowed by the threats of these madmen. Therefore we implore you, not as your Prince or as your Viceroy but as a loyal citizen of our land, to become our eyes and ears in pursuit of these cowards! That we may then bring the hammer of justice down upon them swiftly and heavily! All Hail Brittannia!'
It was only after the cameras had stopped that the full gravity of what as happening sunk in.