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Entry tags:
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ asha greyjoy,
- ✘ blaine anderson,
- ✘ callista ming,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ cinna,
- ✘ daniel dreiberg,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ hsiang penny jiao,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jay,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ karis needleteeth,
- ✘ karkat vantas,
- ✘ kevin prentiss,
- ✘ lin mayuzumi,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ parker,
- ✘ peggy carter,
- ✘ pepper potts,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (au),
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ stephanie brown,
- ✘ thane krios,
- ✘ timaeus nadir,
- ✘ topher brink
The Crowning of Albert Wesker
Who| Everyone in the Capitol.
What| The Crowning Ceremony
Where| The Victor's Complex
When| Day of the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| None yet.
The theme of the ceremony is clearly black and red. A crimson carpet stretches out across the room. The long table for feasting seems to be made of a single slab of dark obsidian, something that couldn't possibly be found in this size naturally. The chairs are wrought iron with red cushions, and embers burn under personal barbecues at each seat. Red wine, red juice, slabs of red meat to be cooked (or eaten raw) - the details are all perfected. Even some of the Avoxes have received black tattoos for the occasion, the number '11' permanently marking under their eyes like grotesque twin tears.
For a crowning, the ceremony is rather intimate. Only a handful of guests have been invited: the usual Capitol VIPs, the Mentors of each District, and a few of the stars of the last few Games. Karis Needleteeth, Aunamee, Dr. Alastor Grey, Alpha, Lindsey McDonald and Hyperion Crius each have a seat at the table. A few Peacekeepers sit off to the side, sipping wine. A few of the Mentors are conspicuously missing.
And Wesker's throne sits at the head of the table; it's made of the head of the dragon that destroyed so much of Disneyland and slaughtered so many Tributes. The head has been dried, the tongue replaced with a plush velvet seat and back the color of blood. The eyes have been replaced with glass that stares at each side of the room. The fangs, however, remain intact.
Downstairs, the rest of the Tributes and their Escorts and Stylists can partake in a more Disney-themed affair. Everything is still sleek, and tends to veer more towards Maleficent and Jafar then Cinderella and Ariel, but the punch bowl is Mickey Mouse-shaped. There's a dance floor, and a string quartet, and all sorts of lavish foods on tables with red cloth. It's a night for mingling, at least.
[OOC Note: Part one of this is going up tonight in the first two subthreads. Part two will be edited into the last two subthreads tomorrow evening; you'll see why. Go forth and mingle! Tributes from downstairs can go say hello to the Victor, although they won't get long before the Peacekeepers escort them back down.]
What| The Crowning Ceremony
Where| The Victor's Complex
When| Day of the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| None yet.
The theme of the ceremony is clearly black and red. A crimson carpet stretches out across the room. The long table for feasting seems to be made of a single slab of dark obsidian, something that couldn't possibly be found in this size naturally. The chairs are wrought iron with red cushions, and embers burn under personal barbecues at each seat. Red wine, red juice, slabs of red meat to be cooked (or eaten raw) - the details are all perfected. Even some of the Avoxes have received black tattoos for the occasion, the number '11' permanently marking under their eyes like grotesque twin tears.
For a crowning, the ceremony is rather intimate. Only a handful of guests have been invited: the usual Capitol VIPs, the Mentors of each District, and a few of the stars of the last few Games. Karis Needleteeth, Aunamee, Dr. Alastor Grey, Alpha, Lindsey McDonald and Hyperion Crius each have a seat at the table. A few Peacekeepers sit off to the side, sipping wine. A few of the Mentors are conspicuously missing.
And Wesker's throne sits at the head of the table; it's made of the head of the dragon that destroyed so much of Disneyland and slaughtered so many Tributes. The head has been dried, the tongue replaced with a plush velvet seat and back the color of blood. The eyes have been replaced with glass that stares at each side of the room. The fangs, however, remain intact.
Downstairs, the rest of the Tributes and their Escorts and Stylists can partake in a more Disney-themed affair. Everything is still sleek, and tends to veer more towards Maleficent and Jafar then Cinderella and Ariel, but the punch bowl is Mickey Mouse-shaped. There's a dance floor, and a string quartet, and all sorts of lavish foods on tables with red cloth. It's a night for mingling, at least.
[OOC Note: Part one of this is going up tonight in the first two subthreads. Part two will be edited into the last two subthreads tomorrow evening; you'll see why. Go forth and mingle! Tributes from downstairs can go say hello to the Victor, although they won't get long before the Peacekeepers escort them back down.]
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At the mention of his emperor, Maximus stood a little straighter. "Marcus Aurelius," He informed her, and then added quickly: "He was the best of men."
She didn't need to know about Commodus.
wikipedia is my friend
"Marcus Aurelius?" Diana repeated, her tone surprised and pleased. "I have heard of him. A philosopher, is that right? I would have liked to meet him."
it is friend to us all
He smiled at the word 'Philosopher'. Aurelius had wondered, once, how people would remember him. He was pleased that this was the second time they had known him by that name.
"He was, yes. And the best of men. I'm sure the feeling would have been mutual."
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"... It was no better comfort in Rome." With Commodus on the throne. He turned back to look at her, tried to offer a smile. "At least there are those that remember him, eons on."
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"He left quite a legacy. By all accounts he was a good man and a good Emperor, not every ruler can claim the same." She looked out over the crowd, her expression growing soft and slightly melancholy. Her mother was a such a ruler. "They deserve to be remembered."
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Everyone had their own griefs, here.
"Yes. Even if only by a single heart."