December 13th
Area 4, Estate of Fourth Prince and Viceroy Guntram ne Britannia
12:14 PM
A simple picture, streaks of light falling through a window and passing onto a young man, seated calmly as a double bass rested against his leg. Both eyes closed as he felt the strings go against the bow. A tune well honed coming through, not one of the classics he would play for family and their friends at various galas to impress but instead what he liked, a more popular song to the masses one might say. Even if the rendition with this instrument was far from ordinary.
"Its a new frontier."
The man mused to himself as a knock interrupted his playing, the one interrupting not waiting until they were called in.
The fourth prince and viceroy of the area of the same number, Guntram ne Britannia watched his more aloof younger brother, the eleventh prince, sigh and put away the bow.
"You'll be late to your own event." Guntram noted.
"Brother please, we both are well aware this was your idea. It is mine only as a formality."
The two were similar in appearance, heralded by their black hair. Though the younger sibling saw it fit to decorate his hair with streaks of orange in between. Despite his protest he stood up however, bringing the instrument back to its rightful place.
There were twelve years between them, and though he was older than the crown prince Sigebert held no grand aspirations. He knew well enough that this entire event and his choice which was 'optional' afterwards were political plays by his brother after Lemuel hammered in their niece Louise as the viceroy of that terrorist colony.
Which meant, he was now one of the weakest heirs. Something brother couldn't tolerate.
"Just like someone may have listened to your Fire Bomber concert just now, that too may have been heard." Guntram responded, Sigebert rolling his eyes in return.
"Yes yes. I do hope you didn't just bring in stuffy old men however."
Changing subject the younger brother headed down the staircase, the grand windows stared out across the courtyard. Brother had an eye for military matters, only logical since he himself was a knightmare pilot of notable renown. A trump card he liked to play for matters of popularity. Oh did people love the usual show of their leader marching in and stomping the opposition.
Which meant that those knightmares spread out across their lawn in display belonged only to people that had caught his attention in one way or another, be it through the rumor mill or by witnessing them himself.
Now, what did he recognize... Two gloucesters with shoulders in colors unique to the individual, those brother certainly picked himself. what looked like a heavily customized civilian machine he recognized the silhouette from the television but could not recall its name for the life of him. Still those usually did not have a certainly custom sword attached, and then there was a Tactical Surface Fighter made evident by its size alone, one armed to the teeth with ranged weaponry.
And then there was the thing which caught his attention most, a machine he recognized by name because his brother would not shut up about it several months ago.
Lancelot.
There was something a week or two back it had contributed in wasn't there? Still, it was a veritable testbed and something which through osmosis from his brother's rare enthusiasm he knew Guntram liked. Was it just here so that the viceroy could be in its presence or was it a genuine competitor?
Area 4, Estate of Fourth Prince and Viceroy Guntram ne Britannia
12:14 PM
A simple picture, streaks of light falling through a window and passing onto a young man, seated calmly as a double bass rested against his leg. Both eyes closed as he felt the strings go against the bow. A tune well honed coming through, not one of the classics he would play for family and their friends at various galas to impress but instead what he liked, a more popular song to the masses one might say. Even if the rendition with this instrument was far from ordinary.
"Its a new frontier."
The man mused to himself as a knock interrupted his playing, the one interrupting not waiting until they were called in.
The fourth prince and viceroy of the area of the same number, Guntram ne Britannia watched his more aloof younger brother, the eleventh prince, sigh and put away the bow.
"You'll be late to your own event." Guntram noted.
"Brother please, we both are well aware this was your idea. It is mine only as a formality."
The two were similar in appearance, heralded by their black hair. Though the younger sibling saw it fit to decorate his hair with streaks of orange in between. Despite his protest he stood up however, bringing the instrument back to its rightful place.
There were twelve years between them, and though he was older than the crown prince Sigebert held no grand aspirations. He knew well enough that this entire event and his choice which was 'optional' afterwards were political plays by his brother after Lemuel hammered in their niece Louise as the viceroy of that terrorist colony.
Which meant, he was now one of the weakest heirs. Something brother couldn't tolerate.
"Just like someone may have listened to your Fire Bomber concert just now, that too may have been heard." Guntram responded, Sigebert rolling his eyes in return.
"Yes yes. I do hope you didn't just bring in stuffy old men however."
Changing subject the younger brother headed down the staircase, the grand windows stared out across the courtyard. Brother had an eye for military matters, only logical since he himself was a knightmare pilot of notable renown. A trump card he liked to play for matters of popularity. Oh did people love the usual show of their leader marching in and stomping the opposition.
Which meant that those knightmares spread out across their lawn in display belonged only to people that had caught his attention in one way or another, be it through the rumor mill or by witnessing them himself.
Now, what did he recognize... Two gloucesters with shoulders in colors unique to the individual, those brother certainly picked himself. what looked like a heavily customized civilian machine he recognized the silhouette from the television but could not recall its name for the life of him. Still those usually did not have a certainly custom sword attached, and then there was a Tactical Surface Fighter made evident by its size alone, one armed to the teeth with ranged weaponry.
And then there was the thing which caught his attention most, a machine he recognized by name because his brother would not shut up about it several months ago.
Lancelot.
There was something a week or two back it had contributed in wasn't there? Still, it was a veritable testbed and something which through osmosis from his brother's rare enthusiasm he knew Guntram liked. Was it just here so that the viceroy could be in its presence or was it a genuine competitor?
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