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notvanilla_chai
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The secret Chai had been keeping for weeks was finally out. He sat on the king's throne, the crown of Aylasia on his head, his expression carefully neutral. There was a reception going on now, just beginning, a party that would be no comparison to the masquerade at Hotel Mosaique, but a grand affair of its own accord.
He thought back over the coronation ceremony that had just taken place. It have been simple, understated, and he liked it that way. The former king had addressed the people in the grand hall, speaking about his ten year rule, the end of it, and how everyone was looking forward to the new king, and a new rule. He let slip a few comments about younger eyes, ears, and mind leading the way for then next ten years, preparing the crowd for the youngest king in history.
The entire time Chai had stood behind the scenes, wiping nervously sweating palms on dark trousers. Hamlin had be keeping a low profile; Chai realized the man had a knack for being behind the scene himself. So he had stood there, and waited for the right moment, when the former king had finally introduced him.
The few gasps in the stunned silence had been audible, as had been the sudden rush of sound as people babbled amongst themselves as Chai stepped out. Those who knew him, had been shocked he could tell, like his grandmother. He had scanned the crowd with eyes alone as the former king set the crown on his head. Chai had been sure to keep his Enchantment magic firmly under wraps as he addressed his subjects for the first time. He had wanted to make certain he was sincere, without accidentally or willfully influencing anyone's thoughts about him. It had been a simple speech he gave, introducing himself, speaking of his own surprise to add to their own, and giving a reassurance that despite his youth, he would continue to prove the prophets were right in their selection of him over the years to come.
The ceremony itself had lasted little more than an hour; it was the reception that was where every subject in Parliament's walls would have a chance to speak with the King if they desired, and Chai was preparing himself for the mingling of a lifetime. He was certain very many people would want to speak to him, and he would make time for all of them, as best he could, during the course of the evening.
The reception was taking place in Parliament's huge grand ballroom as it did every ten years. He was alone for the moment, having been giving a bit of time to himself before the reception. He looked up, noticing once again, something in the corner of his eye, a small shape moving. He turned quickly and saw it: a small blue-grey cat. It puased, long enough to stare directly at him. "You're almost ready," the cat said in the silence of the room said, and then slipped out down a hallway. Chai blinked after it, realizing just what it was. It wasn't just any cat. It was a familiar. And it wasn't just anyone's. It was supposed to be his. Soon. But not just yet.
Chai rose from the throne and walked through the halls, halls the guests hadn't taken to arrive in the ballroom. His path took him directly to the great doors at the rear of the room, where they opened upon his arrival, presenting him once again to the crowd. He started to walk through the crowd, ready and willing to speak to whoever wished to address him.
This is another big ol' multiple thread. Feel free to comment however you wish; I'll make sure Chai gets to respond to anyone who actually wants to come up and talk to him. You don't have to of course; it is a party. Y'all can just hang out and have fun!
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Ohana had surprised the hell out of Oharu by waking up bright and early Monday morning, making breakfast and demanding that he take her to the coronation and following reception. He didn't argue much and only had one question: "when did you get so interested in politics?" To which she shrugged, put on a light jacket, packed an umbrella and invited Casius to fly overhead.
Oharu rolled his eyes and followed, Cassiopeia firmly seated on his shoulder. He'd been leaving her at home a lot lately and the timid, quiet bird was upset by it, though she'd never say so. Oharu was insightful enough to realize it and attempt to rectify the recent slights by bringing her everywhere. "I don't suppose you really like political rallies either?"
The bird cooed and nuzzled her beak into his ear, an odd sensation but one that he was familiar with.
The coronation was pleasing to both siblings who stood near the back. Casius had settled onto Ohana's arm, since a big, black raven flying overhead might be perceived as a bad sign. The weaver was well aware of the mythology behind her familiar, though Casius had never been anything but a wonderful companion and a good friend.
For the reception Ohana approached the new king, her brother in tow. "Congratulations," she said cheerfully. Digging her elbow into Oharu's side to say something nice to their new king,
Oharu recognized him, did from the moment he'd been called forth as the new king. They'd met once, in a little café on a rainy day. It was a pleasant meeting and he was a little sad he hadn't met him since. There was the potential for a decent friendship there, though Oharu didn't know if that would happen now that Chai was king. He smiled abashedly. "Yes, congratulations."
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Oharu nodded. "No thanks required," he said. "I'll be by later this week." He smiled and nodded to his sister who had been waiting in the wings.
"Shall we then?" he asked her, as she tucked her arm in his.
"I was thinking we could mingle a bit more," she said, only a hint of pleading in her voice.
"I was thinking this isn't really our crowd."
"Too true," Ohana replied with a sigh. "Do you think there will be another party later?"
Oharu laughed at his sister, terribly amused. "Maybe," he offered lightly. "You might have to go looking for it, though I'm sure it will pale in comparison to the masquerade."
"I'll say," she replied, thinking on how it would be incredibly difficult to top that party. "All right then. Let's go home and pretend we're too important for regal receptions."
He laughed again and escorted his sister back to his apartment. Once she was settled into some kind of pout he got back to work on the magic carpet which was so very perfect for the new king.
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There it was again. The slight annoyance that Bethany had thought was Sha-Sha's doing, but her dog was (thankfully for Chai) nowhere to be seen. Her mouth pulled into a smile, though, and she did her best to at least act "normal." "It's good to see you, too, Chai."
Her eyes lifted to his crown before looking back to his face. "I can't think of anyone who would do a better job of it. You really seem like you want to do good around here." Of course, she could be entirely wrong and not even know it. "I've been good, thanks for asking," she nodded and gave another polite smile. "Oh, by the way, sorry for Sha-Sha's behavior the other day. He's been acting a little weird for the last little bit, which is why he gave you that attitude the other day." Or maybe it's just because Sha-Sha could feel her annoyance or something. Which didn't make any sense what-so-ever since it wasn't like Chai had ever done anything to upset Bethany.
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They'd had argued most of the morning. "I've been keeping a low profile Ganymede. It's how I do these things, lest you forget."
She'd had a good laugh over that. "I didn't forget Hamlin, but you've always gone to the receptions, even if only to shake hands and then bow out."
He shook his head. "Ganymede, I have far too much on my mind to be out and about."
She knew what had happened between Hamlin and Samra at the masquerade. They were very open about these things and had discussed it at length. "Don't you think it would be better for her to see you distracting yourself," she had argued. It was a strangely roundabout idea, but it made sense in a very Ganymede way.
He hemmed and hawed, but he dressed for the reception in a smart suit, and allowed Ganymede to straighten his tie. They traveled on his magic carpet, flying in relative quiet. Her shine was muted today; he noticed though he didn't comment.
They hung back in the crowd, her arm wrapped firmly in his. "Do you want to go shake his hand?" she asked, an open smile on her face.
He smiled back, though he really didn't want to be here with everything on his mind. "I'll let the crowd thin a bit first," he said in return, though he wasn't certain that would happen anytime soon.
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It took some more time, but Chai made it over to what he considered a safety zone - people he knew. The look on his face became a bit more relaxed as he stopped in front to Ganymede and Hamlin. "Well, pleasure to see you both," Chai said. He clearly had no idea of their mutual thoughts, and even if he had, wouldn't be able to share them. Of course this coronation would have felt different to him from any other. This one put him on the throne and that was different enough.
For him. "I was wondering if and when you'd make an appearance, Hamlin," Chai said. To Ganymede, he leaned forward and said charmingly, "And you, your shine I'd recognize anywhere. I'm happy to see the beautiful face that goes along with it."
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"We've had thsi discussion once before, Kanaan. What makes you think I will care what people say? Those who know his profession are either the sort not to care what he does, or the ones who are sitting on their own secrets, like the fact that they want no one to know why they know who he is."
Chai took a step back, as if measuring Kanaan up. "I know where my relationship with him stands. You do not. Yes there is all measure of exposure coming my way. It is mine to deal with. You, Kanaan Devries, if you aren't more careful, will have plenty of your own. Think about what I say, and look to your own concerns." The Enchantment was stronger this time; Chai knew the things that were going to start being put in motion, and he did want Kanaan to have some sort of chance to make some kind of amends.
There was a note of insistence in his words now, less like a suggestion, a bit more like compulsion. Chai hoped Kanaan listened this time; this was the most he'd allow himself to use his Enchantment magic.
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Amara had watched the coronation with a barely concealed disdain. As she and her brother where not really one's that supported the government. Or rather, the Prophets. She would be damned if any of them got their hands on her brother.
She moved around in the outskirts once the coronation was complete, a glass in one of her black gloved hands. Her eyes scanned over the crowd, picking out certain people. The previous King, a few Prophets and Officials. Her mind turned over as she catalouged each one in her memory. There was a reason she was here, and that was to gauge each person to see how much danger they posed.
She hid a smile as she lifted her glass up to her lips. Maybe she would go and visit a few of their dreams tonight, see what they would reveal. She walked over to a wall and leaned back against it, her free gloved hand smoothing out the material of her white dress, which hugged the curves of her body as if it was a glove.
Dormito had commented on her dress as she had left, saying she looked like a swan who could not decide if she wanted to be black or white. Ambrose had just smiled and nodded his approval. Amara had wanted to bring her familiar, but he had bulked at the thought of having to spend hours upon hours away from water. Vain creature that he was, hated how he looked 'as common as a duck' when out of water.
"Now who should I visit tonight..." She said to herself, watching each of the one's she had picked out of the crowd. Most certainly the new King, and the advisor's. She would be careful with any Prophet's, though.
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Chai had lost count of how many times people tried to press drinks into his hand, as some show of courtesy as they began conversations. He came to the decision of keeping a drink in hand, and sipping at it slowly so the alcohol would not go to his head. It wouldn't so to be drunk at his own coronation; what kind of impression would that make?
He'd had enough that he was relaxed some more though, and that had him branching out to speak with people he truly did not recognize, people who caught his eye for one reason or another. Like the young woman in the striking black and white dress. She didn't look even the least bit familiar to him, but it didn't stop him from deciding to at least say hello. He paused only once to speak to an older woman, one who'd just finished speaking with Chai's grandmother, before continuing on to the young woman's.
"Another face I do not know, but I still thank you for attending," Chai said by way of salutation. And then he added, "Your dress is very striking."
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She gave him an amused smile, almost pittying him. She was one who did not like being gossiped about, so she could relate to the ire. "It probably has, though I doubt your speech has given much to be said in the negative." She studied her glass for a moment, as she gauged him in her mind. She began to wonder after his perception of the Prophet's, since he would have had to of met them.
She gave another smile, this one distracted, before continuing on in the conversation. "I have always just had a pssing interest, more gauged to making sure nothing will happen that will effect me without my knowing." As to the rest of what he said, she kept her thought's to herself. One would think that they would have chosen someone without political clout. Easier to manipulate into doing their bidding...
"So, I take it you have met the Prophets? I've never had the pleasure to. What are they like?" May as well ask under the cover of innocent curiosity in a polite conversation.
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That was one thing Chai knew would be one of his recurring problems. He was young, and in far too many people's minds, youth meant lack of wisdom, lack of experience, and a mind that was likely not developed enough to avoid being swayed. Chai was lucky in his magical strength. Having the ability to sway others like he could made it a bit easier to notice if others were trying to do the same with him. He'd have to keep his eyes open the next ten years, but he was fully prepared to do so.
Gideon seemed suddenly a bit friendlier, and that might have had some people relaxing. It only put Chai more on guard. It was a true saying for anyone, but more so someone in power: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Chai didn't expect Gideon to be the latter, but he was certain the man would never be the former. "I could only imagine," he responded jovially. "I wasn't blessed with Fortuna magic. Perhaps sometime you could tell me a story or two and destroy my little fantasy that those with Fortuna magic know all."
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