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Lelouch accepted the cup of tea, waving off the sugar. Smiling as he thanked the maid, Lelouch settled into the red loveseat comfortably, eying Cornelia and Suzaku over the rim of his cup. The atmosphere was bit strained, but the situation was better than expected since Cornelia hadn't been carrying her saber. It was surprising, to be honest, because Cornelia was rarely the one to accept a situation at face value.
"Lelouch," Suzaku said, at his side, "I told you to stay home." It had been surprising to find Suzaku nude with Cornelia in the room, but it was effective enough to prevent someone from photographing him in the Zero suit. Cornelia had been red when Lelouch had entered the room; how much of that had been anger that Suzaku had acted contrary to her plans?
"Oh, are you two shacking up, then?" Cornelia cooed, voice sickly sweet before it turned cold. "How sweet."
"Quiet," Suzaku snapped, and Lelouch took another sip of tea.
Oh, Cornelia hadn't liked that. Her left hand twitched, yearning for a blade to behead the younger male, and her lips twisted into a frown that no one had liked to see on the battlefield.
"Funny thing, a Japanese commoner telling me what to do."
"Britannian Honorary Citizen," Suzaku corrected, "Almost nobility, with what you granted me."
Cornelia bit out, "I was half dead."
"And I was happy to help," Suzaku responded.
"Gentlemen," Lelouch said, gently placing his cup in the saucer. Their eyes shifted over to him immediately. He nudged Suzaku's knee with his own, watching him until the tension crept out of his shoulders. "First, Suzaku, please put on some clothes." He waved at the blanket draped over the couch. "Or at least the blanket."
Suzaku sighed, but obeyed, winding the blanket around his shoulders and hips.
"Now, then." Turning to Cornelia, Lelouch picked his teacup up again. "What do you want to know?"
Sitting stiffly now, Cornelia took a steadying breath. Interesting. "Why did you kill Euphie?"
Suzaku dug his fingers into the love seat cushion below. Cornelia would have gotten much farther if she had opened her conversation with Suzaku that way. "She was murdering the Japanese people," Lelouch said, after a moment. "I had a duty to them."
"The same duty you abandoned when Nunnally was in danger?" Cornelia spat.
"Cornelia," Lelouch said, his eyes narrowing, "why did Euphie attempt to commit genocide?" He put his teacup on the table.
"You talked to her right beforehand, didn't you?"
"I did," Lelouch replied.
"Tell me, was anything strange about Euphie, then?" Cornelia gripped her thigh.
"No," Lelouch answered honestly, "Euphie was very much the same as she had been in childhood. Up until I said..."
"You said?" Cornelia prompted sharply, and Lelouch felt Suzaku slide an arm behind his back, stroking along his spine.
"I told her that the reason I was Zero was because I could make people believe. I told her that I could tell people the most ridiculous things, like all the Japanese are evil and I could force them to believe, and then to act."
"You triggered her," Cornelia said, finally, her voice cracking. She wrapped her hand in the fabric of her jacket. "Of course." Her sound was one of defeat, the last cry of a mother hawk with nothing left to protect.
"Triggered?" Suzaku asked. "Triggered what?"
"Tell me, Lelouch," her voice was soft, "do you remember a man named V.V.?"
Lelouch looked upwards for a moment, searching through his recollection. "I…killed him," Lelouch said, "he was the man that our dear father was constantly consulting, was he not?" His fingers worried at the hem of his pants.
"He was a hypnotist, Lelouch," Cornelia answered. "He was the one responsible for Euphie's insanity, and Nunnally's blindness, and our father thinking that your mother was still alive in that knight, Anya."
"Explain."
"If people are fragile, then monsters can slip into their heads. He buried a monster inside Euphie, whispering to her constantly that non-Britannians were evil, that she needed to protect her people. At times, that resulted in her heroic self-sacrifice, and at times, that resulted in her being frightened when talking to foreigners." Cornelia picked up her teacup. "She was a time bomb, Lelouch. One trigger would have made her tear up the world around her to eradicate non-Britannians. And you were it."
"I-"
"That single phrase was enough." Cornelia said, her cup jerking. "And I can't even hate you for it, because you loved her so damn much." Discreetly, a maid wiped up the tea that she had spilled.
"And Nunnally?" Lelouch said, "her blindness?"
"Our esteemed father asked him to take away her sight," Cornelia said, "to prevent her from missing the world she could no longer run in. Something like that. It was to protect, maybe from V.V." She stirred cream into her cup. "I had heard that V.V.'s hypnotism had a limit: only one manipulation at a time. If Nunnally was told to be blind, she would be blind- but there was nothing else the man could do to her."
Lelouch fell back against Suzaku's arm. "So he was there, by the time I reached her hospital bed," Lelouch said, "that cursed man was there, and our father knew it and that's why he spent so long with me in court that day."
"He was buying time, forcing you to make a public appointment to ask him. He was giving V.V. time to work."
Lelouch gritted his teeth. "And what of my mother, then?"
"She died, Lelouch," Cornelia said, "she died the day you saw her. I don't know why she told me to dismiss the guard that day, but she died as a result of that." Rubbing her eyes, Cornelia let out a long breath. "As far as I know, Anya was there that day- a little girl who had wanted to see the empress. She was convenient for V.V. to plant a second personality in, one that he could command and mimic Lady Marianne in."
"Her photos," Suzaku exhaled. "Her memory wasn't bad, was it? She was just losing her time to the construct that he had placed in her." He thought to the quiet girl, her vehemence in battle. "And in battle she was violent because she didn't want to forget an enemy at her back."
"Is she free?" Lelouch asked, "Or will she still experience the blackouts even if V.V. is dead?"
"I don't know," Cornelia said, a wry smile raising her lips. "You killed him before I could ask."
"To be fair," Lelouch returned, "you helped."
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Does he look like anyone to you?
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I-I mean, would you please tell me?
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Rumor has it that Britannia's current dark knight has a darker secret. You would never expect them to be true, yet they persist through royal documents and announcements, communities, and belief. They say he's a monster, a murderer under a mask of a patriotic vigilante-- that he continues to do his dirty work even today. There are stories that he has hidden chambers all over the palace where he tortures prisoners, bloodying his hands to tear out secrets to lay at Lady Nunnally's feet. They say he's a dog to the queen; they say he's plotting to overthrow Lady Nunnally just as he did to Emperor Lelouch. Some say the current Zero is a puppet-man, kept as a figurehead after Lady Nunnally killed Zero six months ago, explaining the sudden change in her ruling style. In truth? No one knows.
However, in this forum of freedom of speech (and love of the possibilities), we invite you to share all of your Zero rumors!!!
Staring at the small window in the otherwise sealed room, Emile twisted his hands, eyes twitching from one end of the room to the other. Some time ago-- an hour? a few minutes? -- he couldn't tell, his thoughts were getting all jumbled up-- someone official looking had brought him here, sat him in a chair, and closed the door. The man had been wearing a pin; it was shiny looking, and gold, gold curled around a bright red stone that reminded him of Prince Schneizel's blood, dripping on the pretty brown wood. Emile hissed, wriggling his fingers and his toes, standing and sitting, standing and sitting.
This room was a trick, it must be. It was a trick. They were trying to use Emile. But then why would the official man come to bring him here, if they weren't going to talk? Emile hissed, fingers tapping the metal edges of the chair. His back ached, his legs ached, his feet ached, his toes ached, his hands, his elbows, his shoulders, his hips, his head-- his head ached, like someone cruel had decided to use him as a pincushion, pressing all of their weight into delicate flesh.
Cruel, cruel monsters, these people. This royalty that stood on the bones of better men and laughed in their faces. This royalty that would get on their pretty wood podiums and talk and talk and talk until people believed, because people were weak and royalty was pretty and shiny and cruel. These terrible men and women who lived off the blood of others, like modern day vampires but worse, but worse because they would just take your blood and energy but your money and your sanity and your children and your spouses and your homes.
But Emile was a good man, because Emile had stopped the shiny Prince Schneizel from spreading his lies. Emile chewed his lip, eyes darting around the room. This was Emile's punishment, for not submitting to the brainwashing. This was Emile's punishment because Emile was right and the royalty wanted him to be wrong.
And they were good, yes they were. Pretty and sharp Princess Cornelia, to have tracked him to the airfield, words like daggers as she cut off escape route after escape route. Pretty and sharp Princess Cornelia, who had been hiding under the dust, had sprung up like a predator to close her jaws around him. Emile hadn't shot at her, because there were good men around her, men who just didn't understand. The only ones Emile wanted to break were the pretty royals, because once men saw under their cracked china faces, then they would understand. They would understand that Emile was just trying to protect them.
Peering around the room, he laughed. From the tiny window in the room, a blue-tinted light entered the room; it was neither bright nor particularly illuminating, but it allowed Emile to see a single wall, stretching out in front of him. The room looked to be about three arm-widths wide, but he couldn't tell how long the room was. It was eerie, the way the darkness stretched back behind him. He had entered the room from the side, the official man with the blood pin walking him and placing him in the chair. And now he was here, close to this half-lit wall and tapping, tapping his fingers along the edge of his metal chair.
The sound of footsteps came from behind him, and Emile turned, but there was only darkness. Darkness, never ending darkness, and he shuddered as his eyes adjusted, away from the window. Movement, rustling movement, and then a man emerged from the darkness. At least, Emile thought he was a man; he seemed to rise from the darkness like a shadow, taking shape only to torment. There was a lighter shade, like an outline of a face, but it was blank, blank-- smooth, like an unfinished doll's face, and the spikes jutted from the sides of the face.
It was Zero.
Emile laughed, louder and louder, the sounds uncontrollable and torn from his chest by something he couldn't name, because he was going to die, he was going to die, and die and die and die and-- he stopped laughing, because nothing could come through his throat, and he felt like he was choking, like something had torn out his throat. He had seen this man, this man who killed Emperor Lelouch, who was the one person in the world who would understand why he had shot at Schneizel. The one man who understood the corruption of the royalty and would tear its guts out for the people's sake. So this was fate, it was fate, it must be fate.
"My lord Zero," Emile said, standing, and bowing. "What a pleasure it is to finally meet you."
Zero kept walking, and when he stopped the footsteps continued. Emile frowned, because there was nothing else, nothing else he could see, and then, abruptly: a chill crept down his back, because how long had Zero been in this room with him? He had not seen-- had not heard a door opening and closing. Zero must have been here from the beginning, must have been watching him. And those other footsteps, there was-- there must be someone else inside here, with them.
"Your name," Zero said. His voice was low, commanding, and Emile let his eyes widen.
"Emile," he said grandly, "Emile Blockett." Emile kicked aside the chair; he didn't want anything to be in the way of their meeting.
"Mr. Blockett," Zero said, the sound clear despite his mask, "Tell me about the shooting."
"Boring." Boring, boring, boring! Why was Zero being boring?
Something metal dropped. Emile tracked the sound, but it was just-- darkness. Zero walked forward more, his feet finally born out of the black, and behind him he carried chains. "Mr. Blockett," Zero said, his voice still pleasantly clear, "Please sit in the chair."
Emile nodded, pulling the chair up against the wall with the window, and Zero continued forward, pulling the chains, endless. When Emile sat, he saw tiny grooves in the wall, hooks and locks, and Zero wove the chains in and out of the grooves, pulling Emile against the wall, immobile. Emile tapped out a pattern on the metal of the chair, watching as his legs were bound to the chair.
"Now what?" Emile said.
"Mr. Blockett." Zero said, "Tell me about Schneizel."
"Cock!" Emile shouted. "Dick! Ass!" He laughed, straining against the chains. "Monster in doll's guise!" The chains held fast. "Vamp!"
"Mr. Blockett," Zero said. "Tell me about Zero."
"Hero, saviour, master, best." Emile chirped. "Not the liar, never the liar Lelouch, King of the Depraved and rapist who could cut apart childr--"
Zero struck him across the face, fist cracking against his cheekbone. The chains kept him from moving too far, didn't let him relax to take the blow, not even if he had expected it. When Emile stared up at him, eyes wide, Zero reached forward and calmly broke Emile's nose. Emile screamed, panting, the chains clanging, clanging, clanging like death bells. He screamed for ages, threats and hate and wordless rage, and when he stopped, falling limp, Zero reached forward and re-set his nose, the pain beginning all over again.
"Mr. Blockett," Zero said, voice damnably pleasant, "Tell me about the shooting."
Emile whimpered. "I shot at him, I shot at him, a man of lies and greed, and I stopped his lies from coming to light. I stopped him, because Zero is worthy," he said, voice begging, "Zero is not the filthy emperor, Zero is a protector and loves the people, and he is worthy. Shiny prince tries to make us believe, but we know better-- I know better. Zero is not the prince of lies, Zero is not the fragile queen's puppet. Zero is the hero." His fingers twitched, and then tapped against the metal chair again. He watched Zero from below his hair.
"Mr. Blockett," Zero said, "Tell me about the gun."
"Bought it from an army man," Emile said. "An army man who had been shamed, who had lost his rights when the prince of lies came to knock over his father. I shot him!" Emile said, divulging a secret, "To make sure that the gun worked. And then I checked, and I had five more shots, and I waited. I waited to see if the liar's journal was truth. Gave it to the official people and waited. But it wasn't!" Emile cried. "It was a lie, all of it a lie, and I knew so I waited till the pretty royals decided to step out in public. And I was going to shoot, BAM! All five shots, I was going to shoot, but that woman hit me with the rocks. But she was warning me, you see, so I could escape. It was the way that she was helping me, because it was fate."
"Mr. Blockett," Zero said, "Thank you for your time." He turned around, and stepped into the darkness, retreating, hiding away in them, and step by step he vanished from Emile's sight.
Emile screamed. "Don't leave me here, please, don't leave me here! Take me with you." Zero didn't pause, didn't stop, and Emile struggled against the chains. "Please, please, please, don't leave me here. It hurts! It hurts!"
His head ached, his legs ached, his lungs and his heart. They were burning, burning, and he was screaming, screaming because there was so much pain.
Zero disappeared, and Emile stopped moving, all at once, falling against the chains like a discarded doll. He tapped his fingers along the metal chair, and strained to see the window. Alone, alone again. And how long would he be alone this time?
It was a trick, this room…The real Zero would not have been like that. The real Zero would have praised Emile. Emile hissed against the sharp pain in his face, in his head. This room was a trick.
It had to be.
DISCHARGE: SUMMARY FORM
WARD: _____Intensive Care (IC) _____
PRIMARY DOCTOR: _____Akagi (CHI-93849)_____
INITIATING NURSE: _____Samson (CKI-2949)_____
DATE: _____08 / 15 / 20_____
TIME: _____10:25 AM_____
PATIENT DETAILS:
_____PTNT: Kanon Maldini (IC-02314)_________________________
_____ADMTD: 08/15/20 11:26 AM to PDRH ______________________
_____TRNSFD: 08/15/20 01:05 AM to BRH ______________________
_____Gunshot wound, shoulder; heavy bruising, chest_________
_____MDPRXY: Schneizel el Britannia, present________________
_____COA: Surgery (LS: Akagi (CHI-93849), Ian(AE-4325))_____
_____MED: Moltrin (500 mg), as needed_______________________
AFTERCARE INSTRUCTIONS:
__Leave bandage in place for 24 hours minimum.____________________
__After 24 hours from discharge, clean wound daily. Apply thin ___
_____layer Neosporin ointment after cleaning. ____________________
__You may shower after first 24 hours, but do not soak area in ___
_____water (tub, swimming) until sutures are absorbed into body.__
__If bleeding occurs, apply firm pressure. If bleeding continues,
_____ return to the hospital promptly.____________________________
__Seek prompt medical condition if you experience: increasing ____
_____pain in wound, fever greater than 100.3 F, redness/pus ______
_____from wound, or numbness near wound. _________________________
DISCHARGE DATE: _____08 / 19 / 20_____
DISCHARGE TIME: _____11:53 AM_____
DISCHARGE ADDRESS: _____Primary_____
PRESCRIPTION : _____N/A_____
FOLLOW UP REQUIRED: _____No_____
IF YES, PRIMARY DOCTOR: _____N/A_____
IF YES, APPT DATE/TIME: _____N/A_____
Author Coul Dent Attacked in Pendragon
An author long known for his controversial editorials, Coul Dent was hospitalized today for trauma to his chest and head. It is believed that his recent editorial, entitled "Lelouch vi Britannia: A Martyr?" is the cause for this most recent attack, as he puts a spin on the late prince's tale that paints him a victim and a hero. Dent has been hospitalized six times in (Read more)
Kallen threw her phone across the dashboard, pulling the door closed behind her. She pulled her seatbelt on, tapping the side of the driver's chair, and said, "Get out of the parking lot, and then drive around to the back."
Gino huffed a laugh, eyes directed forwards as he pulled out of the hospital loading zone. He waited until they were on the open road before asking, "His Lordship's in a bad mood?"
"Worse," Kallen said, "he's in a stupid mood." They were driving around the building, taking a circuitous path that would have them briefly in the shopping district.
Gino smiled at a red light. "How so?"
"He's playing bait," Kallen said. "He's going to go out the front, waving and smiling at the reporters while we sneak out his aide through the back." She sighed in annoyance. "It's like welcoming people to take another shot at him."
"Well, it's not like he's injured."
"I know that, Gino." Kallen said, "But that isn't exactly public knowledge." She tightened her fingers around her knee as Gino maneuvered easily through midday traffic. She glanced at her phone.
"Well, at least we know getting shot at hasn't changed him." Gino said, "Prince Schneizel never was the sort to help from taunting a failed attempt." He shrugged, quieting briefly as he changed lanes. "Besides, I like Kanon. He's never asked me to call him by his title."
Kallen snorted. "Yes, but Schneizel doesn't need to send us away from him. Cutting us out of his guard for the speech was the reason Kanon got shot in the first place."
"It was date night," Gino protested, "and he had promised us the day off ages ago." Still, he nodded after a moment, mirth gone from his tone. "It was foolish that he didn't call us in once he made the announcement."
Kallen reached to grab her phone from the dash, flipping it open once before closing it with a harsh snap. "At least one of the stupid people in our lives is keeping us up to date."
"No response from Zero yet?" Gino guessed.
"What do you think?" Kallen responded. "He's still in the palace, it seems, but…but there's a reason why he's always declined moving into the palace. It doesn't sit right."
"Gut feeling?" Gino asked, "Or something more substantial?"
"My gut feeling has never steered me wrong," Kallen shot back. "Besides that, you saw-- the day that Lelouch died-- the only one who could move like that was Su--"
"Kallen," Gino said, cutting her off as he pulled into the back lot, where a man in a wheelchair was surrounded by orderlies. "He'd have told us if he wanted us to know." He nodded to her, and she got out of the car, opening the back door for the orderlies to help Kanon inside the car.
The orderlies passed a bunch of papers and a bag to Kallen, who passed it to Gino, and she accepted the wheelchair. Folding it quickly, Kallen tapped the trunk and Gino opened it, letting her toss in the chair before shutting the trunk and returning to the front. She slid Kanon's door shut, thanking the orderlies, and returned to her seat, pulling her seatbelt on and her door closed.
As Gino pulled out of the lot, Kallen turned backwards to face their passenger. "Can I help you with anything while we're here, dear sir?" She stretched the sounds out.
Kanon laughed, clutching at his ribs, and stuttered, "Well, don't make me laugh. That would be good." He closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat rest. After a moment, he breathed out, and said, "All right. Give me a report on what the other aides have been doing." Kanon smiled, adding, "And leave out the mess going on in front of the hospital right now. I already know who to scold for that."
breakingnewsbrit Breaking News Britannia
Report: Scheizel's shooter dies in custody
2 minutes ago via web
Processed: 1:03 PM. August 19, 2020.
From: heathcliff@brhs.gov.br
To: nunnally@royal.gov.br
Subject: Draft Release of Journal Content #2 and #3
Attachments: excerpt2.pdf, excerpt3.pdf
Dear Lady Nunnally,
Attached are the next two excerpts selected by the journal committee. As requested, we have redacted portions of the entries that involve public security. Please review the excerpts and mark selections for further redaction as needed.
Thank you for your cooperation in these tasks. Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns.
Most sincerely,
T. Heathcliff
Head of Authentication Division, Britannian Royal Historical Society
Member of the Antique Restoration Committee, Britannian Royal Historical Society
Member of the Lelouch vi Britannia Journal Selection Committee, Britannian Royal Historical Society
heathcliff@brhs.gov.br
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Schneizel's Out of the Hospital At Last!!!
Posted by
ladyprincessSchneizel on August 19, 2020
Prince Schneizel is finally out of the hospital! Seriously, this has been a rough few days, and respect for trucking it out, guys. From candlelight vigils to sending flowers to pimp posts, you guys have been incredibly supportive. I'm proud to be part of this community, which doesn't spread the hate that some of the other royals have been receiving, which holds fast to well-being as opposed to pointing fingers or seriously cruel RPF. (Sorry to point fingers, but you've all seen those comms.)
If you haven't seen it yet,
princessbabyprincess has uploaded the video of his hospital release on BritTube for you to watch. He looks really healthy, guys-- we can only hope that his recovery continues to proceed well! Hopefully he'll be out of the sling before long.
Thank goodness for bullet proof vests! In any case, I was going to spam you all with images of Schneizel to properly celebrate, but I thought better of it when I thought of the internet speed of some of you lovelies. (Still, if you want to see more do ask. ♥)
Before I forget, we all know that Schneizel was going to comment of Lelouch vi Britannia's journal. The first excerpt was already released, however. I'm not sure how to take it. Most of you know that my father was a member of U.F.N. at the time of Lelouch's death. I'm terrified to think of Lelouch the way the journal excerpt paints him, because he was my boogyman. He was the one man in the world that I was terrified of more than anything, the person I was scared would come into my home and shoot my father in the head. He did something much crueler: he stole my father away one day at work, and the next time I saw him was on an execution platform.
So I don't know if I want to think of him as a three-dimensional person, with all of his hopes and dreams, with his loves and worries. Because to me, he was a monster. This excerpt was something so cruelly placed, because it's so clear that he loved Lady Nunnally. It's clear that he hated his father. But that is no justification for what he did. Perhaps, as the days go by, we'll receive more journal excerpts, and maybe that will tell us why he became such a psychopath. But right now? I have to reserve judgement. Because the Demon Emperor was someone who was a monster to me, and even though I fear that it was his love for his sister that twisted him so, I can't help but be disbelieving. I don't want him to become sympathetic.
Anyway. For you conspiracy nuts, check out Coul Dent's recent editorial. It's completely ridiculous, and guaranteed to make you a) laugh your head off and b) really look at Lelouch's life again.
So, this is dragging on, and I'll just sign out now. Peace!
ETA: Thank you to
whiteknight for letting us know that Schneizel's shooter has died in custody.
ETA 2: Also, for those conspiracy nuts, check out shamera's recent tumblr upload of a Lelouch look-alike.
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Suzaku's phone beeped again, and Lelouch prodded him in the face with it.
"Wake up," Lelouch said, "That's twelve missed messages from Kallen." He tossed the phone on to the bed, and Suzaku groaned before flipping it open. Eying the timestamps of the texts, he sat up. Who was even awake at four in the morning, anyway?
Well, Kallen, apparently.
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 4:23 AM
I know you're at the palace.
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 4:38 AM
Give me a stat rep.
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 6:03 AM
Prep palace for return. ETA 11 AM.
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 7:22 AM
You better be in a meeting.
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 8:46 AM
Requesting stat rep.
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 8:53 AM
Nunnally condition?
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 9:15 AM
Seriously, contact ASAP.
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 9:24 AM
Are you asleep?!
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 9:31 AM
Stupid princes and their stupid plans.
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 10:23 AM
Retrieving package now.
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Hey
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 10:52 AM
ETA to palace: 35 minutes.
From: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: SHOOTER STATUS
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 11:06 AM
News just reported death of shooter. Confirm?
"Lelouch," Suzaku called, "Is Schneizel in the palace?"
The sound of water stopped, and Lelouch poked his head out of the bathroom. "That's right. He's been here for a while; I was going to go say hello once you were awake." Glancing at the phone, he continued, "If she's asking about the shooter, then…"
"Yeah, I got it," Suzaku confirmed.
To: Kallen Kozuki
Subject: Re: SHOOTER STATUS
Text Sent: Wed, Aug 19, 11:11 AM
Confirm. Currently in palace with sensitive
package.
[Aug 19 11:23:01] sh0otalot HOLY SHIT http://britanniaone.com/2020/09/19/local/323481.html
[Aug 19 11:23:16] maightknight WTF are they TRYING to start riots
[Aug 19 11:23:45] losthchil they're just reporting, dude.
[Aug 19 11:23:58] sh0otalot They're reporting made up shit.
[Aug 19 11:24:40] losthchil shrugs
[Aug 19 11:25:03] sh0otalot about an unpopular dictator already surrounded by controversy and about him being a justified figure for his actions because he LOVED someone
[Aug 19 11:26:23] maightknight uhhh, WHAT?
[Aug 19 11:26:41] sh0otalot you don't put this shit in the NEWSPAPER
[Aug 19 11:26:44] losthchil meh
[Aug 19 11:26:49] maightknight wait, they're calling HIM justified?
[Aug 19 11:27:01] losthchil yeah
[Aug 19 11:27:37] sh0otalot and who the fuck are the anonymous sources telling them this?
[Aug 19 11:28:32] maightknight those people should be shot in the balls
[Aug 19 11:28:57] maightknight SERIOUSLY WTF
[Aug 19 11:29:48] losthchil calm down
[Aug 19 11:30:05] sh0otalot you think that i'm OVERREACTING?
[Aug 19 11:30:41] losthchil has signed off
[Aug 19 11:31:51] sh0otalot good riddance
[Aug 19 11:32:21] maightknight seriously though
[Aug 19 11:32:40] maightknight what?
[Aug 19 11:32:51] maightknight who publishes this crap?
[Aug 19 11:32:59] sh0otalot no kidding
[Aug 19 11:33:21] maightknight and the riots just ended.
[Aug 19 11:34:36] sh0otalot yeah, well, they're just like coul dent
[Aug 19 11:34:52] sh0otalot publishing this kind of fanciful crap
[Aug 19 11:35:01] maightknight what are they basing it on?
[Aug 19 11:35:38] sh0otalot that journal entry plus a "reliable anonymous source"
[Aug 19 11:36:04] sh0otalot bullshit
[Aug 19 11:36:31] maightknight but isn't there a whole journal that still needs to be released?
[Aug 19 11:37:21] sh0otalot yeah, and they don't have access to it
[Aug 19 11:37:41] maightknight so its speculation?
[Aug 19 11:39:23] maightknight SERIOUSLY someone's going to get fired.
[Aug 19 11:41:03] sh0otalot if they don't get SHOT first
[Aug 19 11:41:51] maightknight why are people so stupid sometimes?
[Aug 19 11:42:05] sh0otalot even the damn news
[Aug 19 11:42:33] maightknight you can't trust anything.
[Aug 19 11:42:51] maightknight do the royals even know wtf is going on?
[Aug 19 11:43:01] sh0otalot doubt it
R.I.P. excaVATOR
Posted by
demonqueen on August 19, 2020
Hey, guys.
While many of you know this and others will be reading this for the first time today, there is no easy way to write this log. I've received news that
excaVATOR passed away today, and when I asked around I found out his real name. And I'm not sure if I should write this, because the
excaVATOR that we knew? He was a good guy- he helped me many times with coding issues, was always excited to create new skins for the site, and never spoke badly about others. He was one of the best leaders
DemonEmperorFans has ever had, and he had such a passion for outreach to the community.
As you know, when
excaVATOR turned in the journal last month to the BRHS, he began acting oddly. Chat logs from that time start using phrases like "shiny and cruel royalty" and "prince of liars".
excaVATOR also began to berate staff of
DemonEmperorFans for "believing blindly" and said that he would "help us see the truth". We thought that it was just a phase, a craze because of the journal he had found. And so we let it go.
But it wasn't. And I'm not sure what to say now.
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BREAKING NEWS: Demon Emperor Diary Authentication Posted
BRHS releases documents online
The Britannian Royal Historical Society (BRHS) announced today that due to the heavy load of requests, the authentication papers will be available on the BRHS website for PDF download. Representative Heathcliff states that he hopes "the release of the authentication paperwork will serve to assuage fears that the journal is fabricated" and thanks (Read More)
HOST: We've heard a lot of controversy lately about the Demon Emperor's Journal, but we at Britannia Radio want to remind you that we are obligated to call in potential threats, whether by phone call or on our message boards. We are pleased to hear your opinions, but remember that we want this to be a safe place for discussion. We'll be back to our regular programming after a quick message from our sponsors.
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HOST: And we're back. This next song has been inspired by recent events. Without further ado, here's "Demon's Truth" by The AntiH8.
Music starts. The base and drum nearly drown out the guitar, and after a moment, a male's voice starts chanting. It is hard to determine what he is saying, until the drum stops and "thought I could ignore the masks that I wore while I protected you" filters out before the drum begins again, a heavy beat that drowns out everything.
To: K Maldini
Subject: Status
Text Sent: Wed, Aug 19, 10:50 AM
Dr. Deat will be ready to receive you
when you arrive.
From: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 10:54 AM
That shouldn't be necessary. Gino is
a very considerate driver.
To: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Sent: Wed, Aug 19, 10:59 AM
He'll continue your treatment for the
next few weeks. Check in.
From: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 11:04 AM
Of course, my lord.
To: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Sent: Wed, Aug 19, 11:10 AM
You're irritated? Deat has been highly
recommended to me.
From: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 11:14 AM
I am not irritated over the doctor, my
lord.
To: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Sent: Wed, Aug 19, 11:22 AM
I will not apologize for ensuring your
safe removal from the hospital.
From: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 11:24 AM
I was not expecting it, my lord.
To: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Sent: Wed, Aug 19, 11:26 AM
I apologize for making you worry.
From: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 11:29 AM
But you'll do it again.
To: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Sent: Wed, Aug 19, 11:34 AM
Inform me when you arrive?
From: K Maldini
Subject: Re: Status
Text Received: Wed, Aug 19, 11:39 AM
Entering palace now.
Schneizel Shooter dies in police custody in Pendragon
Royal News - 1 hour ago | By R. Cardemonde
Emile Blockett died while in police custody after a 48-hour chase through the streets in Pendragon, officials said.
Princess Cornelia la Britannia and officers hunted Blockett down after Blockett allegedly fired two shots at Prince Schneizel el Britannia at his press conference Saturday. The shooter resisted police and was brought under control but went into "medical distress" after being detained, la Britannia said. He died at a local hospital.
The government's police standards unit, which oversees conduct, will be investigating and police encourage witnesses to come forwards with statements. This information will be shared with the Pendragon's Attorney's office, according to la Britannia.
"We pray for the swift recovery of Prince Schneizel, and for the answers of why such a terrible event occurred," said Prime Minister Kaname Ohgi of Japan in a telephone interview earlier this week. He and his wife are expecting their second child.
A search of Blockett's home revealed that he was active on several internet sites, including LiveJournal and Found, under the username excaVATOR. In an entry dated July 15, 2020, LiveJournal user demonqueen explains that Blockett was the original recipient of Lelouch vi Britannia's journal and the one who submitted it to The Britannian Royal Historical Society. In a more recent entry, demonqueen writes that he "began acting oddly" after receiving the journal, leading up to the shooting last Saturday.
"We do not suspect foul play," the Pendragon General spokesperson said. "Mr. Blockett was in very poor condition after hiding from the police for 48 hours, from both exhaustion and a pre-existing heart condition."
Schneizel opened his eyes, stared at Lelouch, and closed them again. "No," he said, his voice rough, "not today, Lelouch." Taking a deep breath, he sat up and looked at Lelouch. "You can tell me whatever your story is, whatever contrived manner you've survived, later. Right now, it is more important that we respond to the issue of your journal, which is no longer in our hands."
Lelouch shrugged, "I'm surprised you're willing to let it go so easily: from my understanding, you're the only one who hasn't read my journal."
"Lelouch," Schneizel said, resting his chin on his hand, "the only reason I didn't read the journal was because I was present for what was necessary, and I know you." He waved away the maids; it was better not to have an audience for this discussion. Once the door had shut, he sighed. "In any case, you are welcome to share your ideas."
Lelouch sat beside him. "You're still obsessed with the present, Schneizel?" It was easy to eye his brother's shoulder.
"I am not here to repeat arguments with you, Lelouch. We have both agreed that there are differences in the way that we perceive peace, and you agreed to this when I allowed you control of Damocles." Schneizel said, "Do not insist on it."
Lelouch stood. "You're not thinking as clearly as normal. You should see to your aide." Running his fingers over the table, he continued, "I will remain in the palace for the next 48 hours. Clear your mind before then; your aide's injury was a direct consequence of your inability to handle the situation alone." He opened the door, and then glanced back. "My apologies for Nunnally's behavior, and I doubt that Cornelia was of help to you, either. Please consult me for further decisions; together we shouldn't have a problem dealing with this."
As he exited, Schneizel murmured, "It is good to see your death has not changed you, brother."
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