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  1. Steel. Imperial Mint hadn't seen anything saying that this Steel fellow was reputable, but couldn't recall anything that also made it clear that they were not. And since Mint was now apparently living in a world by themselves with no-one else to interact with, they also hadn't talked to anyone else about it. So they'd just chilled, for the most part. And now this Steel had the nerve to accuse Mint of being whatever a Gyorn was? For one, he didn't even know what that was! Secondly, if Mint was one then Mint can assure you that there would be no such background for Mint. No, he would be the mysterious entity in that painting of his, slowly encroaching on all of you from both the inside and outside until all is Mint. But alas, Mint has nothing.
  2. Mint was apparently quite fatigued, having to deal with all kinds of actions related to their court outside of this matter of intrigue. But despite all this, he still wanted to at least contribute in some form to the others, with the gift of his royal insights. Mint asked the nearest servant if this wasn't fabricated and sent to him as some kind of joke. Surely whoever was transcribing their words was at least making something up? And if not, then Mint was going to be quite suspicious of whoever this fellow was, irrespective of if they'd made some fool's gambit to eliminate one of the conspirators or not. Mint was outraged upon receiving this transcription, however. Had this imbecile truly left them out of their reads list? Mint would surely make them pay for it, and reached for his poison vial that had been procured upon arrival in this strange realm. Alas, his spectral minty hand was unable to grasp the vial, as it had left his inventory long ago. Surely there would be other ways to make this person pay for their heinous crimes. Mint approves of this farmer's logic. Quite gifted for one of his station, and may even be worth a position in his court. However, one also wonders if this insight is also what the conspirators were looking for when 'recruiting', though Mint can forgive that if they stop now. A generous position, anyone will admit. Mint the Generous, now that's a title for one to have.
  3. Mint wonders if at this point they are the only one without PMs.
  4. Mint was near outraged. He'd merely slept a little longer than usual after having a near demonic possession happen to him, and he wakes up to nothing but death! Clearly, no one here knows how to treat royalty. But what was he to do today? He'd tried holding a session of court, and clearly no one here even knew what that is based on the lack of responses to that. Had anyone even come to look at the art that he had actually spent something on? Well, that part of it doesn't matter as much, but it still rankles Mint. Mint honestly had no idea what was going on, but was too distracted by his royal duties to read through some very lovely notes (from that now deceased Archivist) and some very scribbled ones (Mint did not know where they came from). Take note everyone, this is why you do not get into the habit of sleeping. Especially when you're made of sugar.
  5. I'm gonna drop the mint thing for this post, hopefully only this post. If we're gonna have all of our PM people waste their stuff on Aman, doing a 'follow the cop' strategy. Could we please at least have the cop co-operate now instead of withholding stuff? Nothing's gonna make people not vote for Araris, clearly. Just accept cop status. Or have people not take you for a cop. Either one, but please don't do an in-between thing.
  6. Mint wakes up. If you're gonna be a pseudo-whatever honestly don't know, might as well go full way. Mint should go to sleep.
  7. Mint woke up. Mint saw that no-one was really trying to discuss anything anymore. Mint don't have time for that.
  8. Mint saw all that was going on, and got bored. Mint hopes to sleep peacefully for the night, so wishes all his subjects a good night. Don't let the bed bugs bite.
  9. Mint awoke from his somewhat distressed sleep, still worried about whether he would already have to deal with an insurrection based on some of his petitioners comments. He didn't expect much to have happened however, so decided to take it slow for a while and maybe give the others some time to take Mint in. Still, was worth asking a nearby servant if there was any news. "You there! How was the death of Daoate? Must've been a gruesome thing, those guards should surely know how to fight back." "Daoate still lives. Are you perhaps asking about the death of Saoir? They say he didn't really do anything, just took the sudden attack from some others in the same meeting." "Saoir? Why would they do that? And do they know no manners? Gah, imagine how hard it'll be for them to get a new Archivist! Serves them right, should've at least waited until the meeting was finished. Oh, you can go back to whatever you were doing just now." Mint then rolled away, intent on asking some questions to those who'd apparently decided to randomly kill a secretary during his sleep. Unfortunately, he got lost.
  10. Be glad that I do not punish you here and now for your suggestion. Any further questions along these lines will net a punishment, insolent human. Indeed, Mint is capable of referring to himself as Mint. For Mint is always Imperial to Mint, and does not like to waste epithets on himself needlessly. However, I am pleased that you are paying attention to such things. Keep this up, and good things may come to you. Actually, retract that last sentence. I must also reprimand you about this line of thought. One does not impale their one true king, as a general rule. One does not rise to royalty without some skills, my goodman. I advise to you the skill of listening to your elders, so that you may also develop during your time here. While Mint does regret that you are not able to attend to me swiftly, one does understand that certain requirements must be met before a presentation to a better being. I look forward to further correspondence, Enerin.
  11. Mint's personal court was set. He'd finally managed to drag a chair all the way to the perfect place, which was quite impressive for an actual mint which is smaller than a chair leg. Hopefully, the painting was going to deal with what Mint was attempting, but if it didn't then at least he got something out of it. Should have commissioned a banner as well, or a royal banner. "People of... this city. My personal court is now officially declared open for all non-sweets. I'm open to all petitions one desires to open, and will devote my attention to all. Do not feel afraid to approach, all questions will also be answered." And with that, Mint awaited a response.
  12. Straw Let it be known that this errand boy must face justice. Mint was glad to see that at least some others knew how to address their one true king. Though he did wonder what exactly Lopen had uttered under his breath afterwards. Was that a curse? Alas, Mint still had little information about the local culture so there was little he could do except hope for someone to teach him. Mint gazed upon his commissioned work, and knew that he had made a good decision in choosing Kainae as the one to paint. Bar the subtle white shift to the right of the painting, there was a clear message within about Mint spreading his influence throughout the land, which could only be a good thing to come. Maybe the white was a contender to his rule? Or just a quirk of the painting? Who knows, it could even be some third unseen option.
  13. Mint cares not for you people's silly schemes. They have one task right now, one of the most upmost importance. Also, he wants to know if saying most upmost is grammatically correct, but that can be done after the first task. Mint was going to build up their court. After all, no good ruler did everything themselves, did they? @little wilson, I have been informed that you are an artist? If not, then I sincerely apologize, fudges tend to well, fudge their information a little. Anyway, one requires a piece that draws any observers eye towards my area, though I think I will leave the specific details to the expert. We can agree on a price after the work is done? I can guarantee that there will be payment involved, on my word as King (but not the role, a voice in his head says). @Eternum, I find myself in need of some teaching as to this world's lore, so as to better understand the culture and it's preferences. I have also received information that you are a man of fables? For your services, I can promise an attentive audience and an ear to listen to maybe more than just stories. Unfortunately, Mint was now running out of time. Their other subjects were begging for an audience, and it was his duty to listen to most of them. Mint never did get along well with the Werthers family.
  14. Trumpet Guy (who shouldn't even be here) blares out a royal tune, grabbing the attention of all awaiting the start of the game. "Come, one and all, and gaze upon who will be within your city for the next few weeks!" He kept it vague because truly, he had no idea where he was. Or who this person actually was, but Trumpet Guy was good at two things: the Trumpet, and Introductions. So that was what he was gonna do. Unfortunately, Trumpet Guy will never reach a point where he can make a true introduction for the person signing up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I landed on the floor hard, glad that my shell had not cracked when I landed. Man, that would've really ruined the introduction by Trumpet Guy. I double-checked by non-existent pocket to see if I still had my family picture with me, the one thing that I was told to never lose. Without it, how was I different from any other of my kind? With no distinguishing features between any of us, we've had to fall to more material things to know who is actually who. Enjoy your holiday, Son! ~ Mum (And the others too) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Trumpet Guy stared at the Imperial Mint on the floor. Was this? Could it? How? Then he heard (?) the Mint say to him: "Do your thing then, or do you not see Mints every day?" So Trumpet Guy played his Trumpet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With a satisfactory tune to accompany Mint, he turned to address his new crowd of soon to be loyal followers. "First things first, You peasants shall address me as the Imperial Mint, only the inner circle may call me Mint. Secondly, I have been sent here for some ill-forgotten reason, I am sure. If someone would deign to explain to me where exactly I am, one might expect to rise swiftly within my court. Lastly, I would ask you all to avoid sweetly confections for a while, until I know which ones are loyal to me and which ones shall try to rebel." Mint rolled away, leaving the crowd behind him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Howdy folks, Stink here. Mint will ignore anyone that does not refer to him as Imperial Mint, and Stink will not be playing this game so don't use Stink to address me. You're addressing Mint this game, and he doesn't put people in the inner circle needlessly. So yes, hopefully doing RP throughout. Maybe not in the style of verbose descriptions of every scene and how the ground is cobbled but not by a cobbler that makes shoes. RP as in Mint is playing and Mint will think through stuff and ignore peasants that do not respect him. If that annoys you, then maybe you can try to convince Mint to be nice to the peasants.
  15. Ah yes, you see I'm asking because there is no other way (excepting PMs) for me to communicate between any of you guys, which is just a shame really.