Alios Domum

[The Commissioner]

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TAKE A REST FROM THE EXCITEMENT.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 455px; margin-top: 10px; color: BABABA, true] Alios Domum take up a good part of the casino as its a hotel. Many people who decide to rest from the excitement of the casino and retreat into their hotel rooms to sleep or enjoy a more quiet relaxation. Many people often stay here for one night of course, but some would even stay for weeks. However, be warned, the hotel is rather expensive for it could even host a member of royalty due to its refinement.

By Captain of BTN and OTE

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate It was only an hour since he’d left the SIS building in order to meet up with the kid he was suppose to look after for the afternoon. He was proud of the little mission he picked even though with all the hints about the child he was less excited than before. The idea of dealing with a complete brat was a bit of turn off but hey it was too late to turn back. As much as the title of it refused to call it such it was babysitting, not that that was a problem just that if the mother wasn’t an important figure he himself as an agent would probably never get this chance otherwise. At the moment though he was still traveling to the place he was to pick up the kid. The only reason it had taken an hour was due to the sheer size of the place he was going to, the Casino it’s self was huge, the hotel was even bigger and it was quite far from the building to get to with out a car. It wasn’t that he couldn’t drive he just didn’t want to and it was winter so a bicycle was out of the question. All in all though he was making good time. It wasn’t much longer that Mathias had ‘checked in’ at the lobby and was making his way to the elevator and hitching a ride in it. Being the middle of the day it was quieter than he’d expected from a place like this which wasn’t a problem, the god awful music in the elevator was at least killing the silence that would otherwise be around. It wasn’t his fault the one or two people in the elevator weren’t willing to talk man people were boring. Once out of the elevator he headed down to the room he was told to go to, he was still on time. He checked the little number he had written down an extra time once he was standing at the door the little number lead him too. Mathias wanted to avoid getting it wrong to save any initial embarrassment that would come from such an event. Once he was sure of it he knocked at the door and waited. just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: place in some notes~; credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Asunara Wisdom]

MOD - DUCHESS ANNE RAIMER

"Mum, who is that?" the young princess asked as she brushed her hair with the silver hairbrush bequeathed to her from her late great grandmother, the late Grand Duchess Maria Teresa of Luxembourg. The current Grand Duchess Anne Raimer Elizabeta Guillaume fussed with the little princess's hair ribbon and clicked her tongue.

"That seems just about right now, darling," she said, looking at her daughter in the mirror and then getting up to go get the door.

"I will assume that it is your friend for today," she concluded, opening the door and revealing the tall Dane. The Grand Duchess was expecting someone of more... feminine quality, a nanny-like person of some sort. The little princess needed some feminine bonding time, but oh well, you can't be too picky with the British government. It was fortunate for the Grand Duchess to be able to get her request filled, which required a little bit of intervention from the Duchess's good friend Queen Joselle, as the British government tended to be a bit crabby. It was much easier to get a request done with the people in Belgium or even the people in Switzerland who had no royal family, so this better be worth the time... but oh well, you know those Brits. They tended to have their panties in knots, sticks up their arses.

"I presume you are the person that MI6 sent? Come on in and make yourself comfortable in the armchair, I do have just a bit to discuss," the Grand Duchess said.

Princess Josephine Elizabeth Sarah Marie Guillaume folded her hands in her lap like she was about to go to a tea party with one of her cousins. Queen Joselle's younger sister tended to be a fun playmate whenever she got the chance to frolic around Buckingham, but at this moment, she probably wouldn't be able to sneak into Buckingham to have a nice tea party. She looked up at the strange, somewhat gigantic, and seemingly... viking looking man and repressed a shiver. She fussed with her hair ribbon, but ceased when her mother shot her a look easily saying "Don't play with that ribbon." The princess looked down at the ornate patterned carpet and waited for her mother's instructions. No one ever disobeys or dares to fail mother...

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate It was thankfully not that long a wait before the door opened. Mathias at the moment of first impressions had put on a rather genuine wide grin. Quite frankly he didn't know what to expect behind the door but here she was, the Grand Duchess. Beyond that much he had no clue what her name was or her daughters, either that or he didn't pay attention to the file enough to pick out names. He did notice however she wasn't impressed for some reason, Mathias didn't really care at the moment as to why though. He managed to take a quick peak from the door at the room though and inside it, mentally he was in awe at it. Talk about a VIP suite, VIP suite+ actually. The place was huge and everything was ornate and obviously expensive. Mathias was quickly dragged back into focus when he heard the greeting or what could be called as such. Ah, yeah that would be me, He paused for a bit to step in the door and take a seat "I'm Mathias by the way" The Dane figured a quick introduction wouldn't hurt the mood or impressions either. He caught the eye of the little girl in the room, the girl he would be sooner or later getting to know and basically look after. Mathias didn't know what to take of it all the moment for which he finished his response to the Duchess, "what did you want to discuss with me about? As he sat there and prepared for what was to be said he turned his attentions to girl when she was called upon, to behave. Was she that nervous around strangers? He doubted the fidgeting was because of anything besides himself being here. Mathias wondered quickly where he'd take her, from his hints he got, he was at the moment quite lost. The park might be nice, spring was just around the corner and the park was always fun, there was a chance to meet new people there as well, there was also the mall but that would be for buying things. He kept that all aside for now though, there may be rules he would have to follow for this job. It seemed from what he'd saw things would be strickt for both of them. just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: place in some notes~; credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Asunara Wisdom]

MOD - DUCHESS ANNE RAIMER

"I will assume that the British agency had already informed you on certain things, how this should be treated with high security precautions, the lovely frivolities. I also assume you have a full wallet. I recommend you don't spoil her too much," the Duchess said, her gaze straight at the princess, who nodded. It wasn't like she was going to ask for too much in the first place. There was always the trouble of explaining why she had gained fifty new stuffed animals that are getting shipped to Seychelles for her play room in the vacation home.

"I really would not want to deal with any of the 'terrorists kidnapping important children for ransom', so do make sure you don't let her out of your site, but don't visibly carry a gun with you. That should be obvious. Do try to keep her from the public eye, I rather not have her cause a ruckus. Josephine?"

"Yes?"

"You better not cause any trouble, mommy's going to trust you. No going to Buckingham Palace to visit Queen Joselle, I rather not have any trouble with you letting the corgis loose. You promise not to blow up this man's budget? You can ask him for money, but I prefer you don't end up purchasing a panda."

"...Yes."

"Good. I believe I'll be back in this room at 8 pm, so keep her preoccupied until then. I'd like you to have here here before that," the duchess said, grabbing a leather messenger bag. "Good luck."

The princess only sat there nervously. An afternoon with a stranger... oh goodness.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate He nodded in agreement, well sorta. Que ball treated like well high profile babysitting more than anything but Mathias wasn't going to let the Duchess know that. "yes I understand, Josephine is in good hands, He started off with that, yeah good hands meaning she was safe anyways he just grinned when the next bit was mentioned. A full wallet, well if full included ƒ300 then yeah it was full. 300 was enough for this right? "I'll make sure not to spoil her too much, by my standards anyways" He added the remark anyways. His standards as he guessed were probably a lot different then her's by a long shot. His biggest concern now was to make sure he didn't go broke during the sessions. He held in a sigh, yes the child was an important figure and yes he was responsible for her well being. Mathias kept a straight face listening to it. "Nej, I don't have a gun on me... not even a water gun... you can search me if you don't believe me" He managed to wave his hand lazily while making the remark like it was the weather but then he realized what was being asked of him and needed to fix the remark "but I can still kick ass without it He sat there for a bit longer as the woman left the building. 8pm she said. It was, as he most recently checked the time a little past 11am. It was lots of time to roam around town and check out new places or at least have a bit of fun. He hen turned to Josephine who at the moment looked absolutely terrified of him. That was a bummer really, he knew he wasn't that scary. "Josephine, was it?" all formalities were thrown out the window right now. He figured since mum was gone she wouldn't notice and nothing would explode if he didn't use any formalities, at least thats what he hoped for. "I'm Mathias," He paused again to think of what to say next "what do you want to do today? I'm up for pretty much anything you decide, to a point obviously" as he finished speaking he put on his least intimidating grin, at least what was possible. just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: place in some notes~; credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[The Commissioner]

MOD - PRINCESS JOSEPHINE RAIMER

In all honesty: This man was going to be broke by the end of the day. That was to be expected. Of course, Josephine had been told to not go all-out and ask him to buy every single toy, nicknack, and novelty item along the way. Especially with inflation here in the UK, you can't help but notice how quickly your wallet would empty, even as a native. However, there were certain things that needed to always be in supply... well, she always would be careful and carry certain things with her.

Mother dear didn't exactly reply to the words "kick ass"... but mother always reacts when big brother Nicholas uses those words... does this man deserve to get his mouth washed out with soap? He probably should! But the look on mother's face was betraying nothing and that meant that she wasn't supposed to remark anything... didn't mother say that she would be getting a nanny? Were men in the UK nannies too? That's weird! Why wasn't this nanny wearing a pink apron or having a tight bun in his hair? Oh fiddlesticks, stop with this nonsense...

She shivered a bit in her seat when he looked at her. He was tall and big looking and his hair was spiky and he wasn't like Nanny Beatrice and he looked like a Viking and he would look normal if he had an ax in his hand and he was tall and was...

Oh. He's asking what you want to do today. Stop worrying, deary. Stop worrying about it... and ack that grin was just a tad bit intimidating, what if he eats you like Jack and the Beanstalk, oh my goodness!

"W-well... mother already toured me in those stiff monuments, and they were really boring. I don't want to go to the Big Ben and she told me not to go to Buckingham Palace... Can we go someplace fun?" she asked. She was a bit disappointed, as Queen Joselle had the nicest corgis around to play with, but just anywhere fun would be nice...

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