@minima_vox [We are no longer pretending to be Zelda's father now, this is a test and always was.] You trust your own wisdom over mine? Despite your multiple catastrophic failures? How can you be sure of yourself?
@minima_vox [Her father is waiting again, as if the room had reset, as it had with all the others. He smiles as if he knows and remembers what she did.] My daughter.
@minima_vox [The patricidal blade impacts with a burst of crimson. King Rhoam collapses to the ground, choking on blood. His guard respond quickly to the regicidal assault, tackling Zelda to the ground and calling for medical attention. Rhoam chokes out one word as he expires.] Unworthy.
@minima_vox Don't you take that tone with me! You have a duty to this kingdom and its people. Your mother never failed to meet her duties head on! If only the people had her to champion them in these dark times instead of you! [He makes a vicious downward slash with his hand.]
@minima_vox If you can't develop your sacred power, there's no telling what will happen to our people. That should be your /only/ priority until it's done. [He has an intense look in his eyes, is it impatience? anger? disappointment?] You cannot let this kingdom down for dusty old trinkets!
@minima_vox [He shakes his head] If you were putting in energy, Zelda, you would be showing results. I have yet to see you produce evidence of any effort being put into developing your sacred power. [His arms cross.] Can you show me a single inkling of that power now? Anything?
@minima_vox Zelda, I'm really not asking for much. [He frowns] All I want is to see you putting in the effort towards developing your sacred powers. [His brow is firm, and imperious] If you would only put as much energy into it as you do into your personal projects, there would be no issue.
@minima_vox [The king makes a show of reading over the letter, as though he didn't know what was in it already] Ah, yes. [he points to a section of the letter] Until you can adequately display strides towards the development of your sacred power, the research laboratory is off limits to you.
@shieldlilies@synchronicon //[His hand curls into a fist, and he let out a sigh] Right now we have two VIPs MIA and I couldn't say where to even begin an S&R because we don't have a filled out operations report. [He grits his teeth sternly] It's always the skilled operatives who neglect their paperwork.
@shieldlilies@synchronicon [Iraku steps out the flap] It's not about the paperwork for its own sake you know. It enables officers to read through and understand current operations and movements. It keeps people safe. [He glances down at his breastplate and touches his hand to his sternum]//
@shieldlilies@synchronicon [Iraku nods] Yes, let's. [he sighs, his shoulders drop just a little, and his head shakes quietly] This is going to result in so much paperwork.
@shieldlilies@synchronicon [He nods to Gladio] We cannot rest while such a threat is in our midst. [He pauses in thought, then grins] I'll inform the men that we'll give double the ale ration to the cohort that captures or kills the intruder! [he puts a fist in his hand] That will bolster their efforts.
@shieldlilies@synchronicon [That's being generous, and completely discounting the smell] Affirmative on both counts. Is he a known element, then? Has he tried this sort of thing before? [Iraku nods to himself quietly] I was suspicious that someone with a close tie to the princess could be quite so uncouth.
@shieldlilies@synchronicon [He glances down as you jacket up before quickly returning to professional eye-contact] I suspect him to be an enemy agent though I have no present theory as to his affiliation. Potentially an assassin targeting the princess. He resisted an escort and has not yet been recaptured.
@synchronicon [Iraku approaches the tent of @shieldlilies with intel to pass along about the intruder. He greets the guard, and after confirming that Gladio is not unavailable, will enter the tent] Instructor Gladio, we have an intruder. One of your kin based on the ears. We should coordinate.
@synchronicon [With John having hidden, the alarm is raised. As this is a very small camp, that means around 200 infantry, 50 horsemen, and 100 archers will now be hunting for any intruder. A tall man without pointy ears will likely stick out among them. Iraku sighs thinking of the paperwork.]