Post by Mimic on Aug 27, 2013 6:24:05 GMT -5
/#\-/#\-/#\ *** ROYAL PALACE *** /#\-/#\-/#\
The Royal Palace is the crown jewel of Canterlot, spiking like a system of stalagmites from the Ponyville side of Canterlot Mountain. The palace is surrounded by a lush botanical and zoological garden and also adjoins a world famous sculture garden and hedge maze. Its exterior is rich and impressive, made of white stone and ivory, mixed with a dazzling array of other colors and patterns. The various turrets and towers are built in peaks, onion domes, gables, and more, and many of them bear balconies, parapets, awnings, flags, or flower ornamentation.
On the inside, the palace is no less astonishing. Its tremendous foyer is crisscrossed with red carpet and hung with tremendous tapestries. Throughout the palace, unbelievably tall stained glass windows provide an air of solemnity and gaeity at once. In the Hall of the Elements, these windows are especially haunting, telling the stories of battles with Discord and Nightmare Moon. The palace has countless rooms, from the guard halls to the guest rooms to the throne room. Finally, Princess Celestia's private suite, done up in swirly purples, is furnished with a hearth, rug and bolster, ornamental window, and miniature trees.
Featuring: Princess Celestia, Mimic, Scope, and Nightshade
Courage was never something Mimic had trouble with, but then, in a different life she had nothing to be afraid of. She carefully groomed herself, mane and tail carefully done in an understated reflection of her native style in thinned circlets of gold. She had to look good. Nothing to resemble what she was. She was hoping for a future, not to take a step backward. Breathing deep, she approaches the guards at the door to the throne room and dips her head to the guards. "I'm Mimic, here for my audience with Princess Celestia." After checking her name against a list, she's admitted entrance.
The gold-plated guards standing at the door leading to the throne room firmly slam the butt of their spears into the floor before a magical aura surrounds the great doors. They swing inwards, revealing the almost mystically bright and colorful throne room - designs from the stained glass windows paint the floor surrounding the long red carpet leading up to the Princess's bright, golden throne. The Princess of Equestria, Celestia, sits within it, a scroll hovered before her eyes as she writes upon it. "Your Highness. Mimic, of the Crystal Empire," a guard announces. The Princess sets the scroll down and turns her eyes towards the crystal unicorn as she enters. "Welcome, Mimic."
For as long as Mimic's been here, she's never actually spoken to the Princesses, but she knows they know. She knows Cadance organized it all before she arrived. A diplomat, everyone was told. A student. They knew what she was, though. Refugee. Exile. The crystal unicorn lowers her head and forelimb in a low bow, horntip touching to the red carpet. "...your Highness." She straightens herself up and approaches the throne, though stops a generous and respectful distance back. "...I wished to ask you something, if I may."
Unbeknownst to Mimic, another pony slipped in after her, but this particular pony is under a cloaking spell which renders him invisible to all but the most powerful of unicorns.. and every alicorn, so while the others might not see him he stands out like a sore thumb to Celestia. He slips through the throne room and makes his way up the steps towards the throne where he steps around and behind it, only to decloak and come out from the other side and stand tall at the Princess's right side, looking down upon the crystal unicorn.
And the Princess, for her part, most certainly knows what the ponies in the Kingdom believe Mimic is. And she knows for certain exactly what Mimic is. "Of course, Mimic. Please, ask me whatever you desire." The Princess's eyes turn down to look straight into the crystal unicorn's eyes.
Mimic doesn't hold the Princess's gaze, instead looking to a point at the Monarch's hooves as if doing anything else would be providing some sort of challenge. "I had spoke with Firefly some time ago, at length. She made a suggestion that I've been considering and finally decided to ask. I know my past does not make me trustworthy. Nor welcome most often, to those who know. I didn't think that would ever matter to me but, since coming here, I have come to... begin to understand what Princess Cadance meant by friendship and finding a reason to live. Not just to exist, but to enjoy being. I cannot continue pretending to be something I'm not. I have found ponies who know what I was and still accept me. I need to begin to make a life for myself. A real life. So, I'm here to ask for... a job. Firefly mentioned that you may have need of a new recordkeeper now the Chancellor has a new position."
The Solar Knight remains silent throughout this exchange, though when Mimic request a position a brow slowly lifts upward as his head turns to glance upward at the monarch beside him. "If it means anything, your highness, I've encountered this unicorn before.. and Dynamite Rave won't shut up about her.", Scope smirks, turning to look down upon the crystal pony once more. "..I think she'd do fine."
There is another, waiting in the shadow of the throne. Nightshade had known that this meeting would be happening, though not of the exact time and place, and not the occupation, either. To see that Mimic seeks to be a part of the administration is, in her view, rather intriguing. At this point she steps forward so that the light captures her form in the full, but somehow the length of her shadow persists. She walks over to Celestia's left, silence and observant.
Celestia listens silently to Mimic's request. Her wings give an unconscious flap to her side before she nods once to the crystal pony in response to her words. "I see." The Princess considers for a moment before she glances over to Scope as he speaks up. A small smile forms at the Princess's muzzle while her gaze returns to Mimic. "A stronger recommendation I've never heard. Very well, Mimic, I would be proud to have you in my service. Recordkeepers report to Pareto Optimality - you will know him as 'ee-bee'. ..." The Princess glances to her side as Nightshade approaches. "Is EB here? I'd like him to come meet our newest recordkeeper."
Mimic glances up over the rim of her brows towards Scope as he speaks, the briefest flicker of surprise and then appreciation touching her face as she hears his words even if her face remains neutral. Still hiding, in so many ways, but it's a hard habit to break. Nightshade is noticed as well, a flicker of recognition touching on Mimic as she recalls having seen the mare prior, but her attentions then go towards Celestia. She perks up visibly then, looking simultaneously relieved and excited. "I'm honored, Princess. Thank you. Truly."
"Actually, I have...folded much of the record-keeping from Mr. Memory's old portfolio into my sphere," Nightshade states, stepping forward with an air of authority. "Sir Scope is correct; we could benefit greater from somepnoy of such calibre here in the Palace." She walks right up to Mimic. "I don't believe we have proper met, Lady Mimic. I am Nightshade, Overseer of the Royal Palace. A pleasure." She bows her head in respectful greeting, but all the while her facial expression remains stoic.
Celestia clears her throat gently as Nightshade suddenly walks forward. Her head turns just a little bit, her eyes focused on the overseer for just a moment. "Nightshade, while that is correct that you have taken on much of Mister Memory's old duties into your office - which I appreciate deeply - the tasks I have in mind for our newest member of the palace community fall specifically within the Finance Minister's jurisdiction." She stares at the overseer just a moment longer before she returns her gaze to Mimic. "It is truly a pleasure and honor to have you here, Mimic. I look forward to working with you. Please, Nightshade or Scope - fetch the royal economist."
Mimic dips her head towards Nightshade as the dark mare introduces herself. "A pleasure to meet you properly, Nightshade. I remember seeing you in Canterlot in the company of some other ponies." She flicks her eyes back up towards Celestia with a subtle furrow to her brow, no doubt curious about these tasks but polite enough not to ask. Instead, she waits to make the acquaintance of the one she'll be working for.
The Royal Palace is the crown jewel of Canterlot, spiking like a system of stalagmites from the Ponyville side of Canterlot Mountain. The palace is surrounded by a lush botanical and zoological garden and also adjoins a world famous sculture garden and hedge maze. Its exterior is rich and impressive, made of white stone and ivory, mixed with a dazzling array of other colors and patterns. The various turrets and towers are built in peaks, onion domes, gables, and more, and many of them bear balconies, parapets, awnings, flags, or flower ornamentation.
On the inside, the palace is no less astonishing. Its tremendous foyer is crisscrossed with red carpet and hung with tremendous tapestries. Throughout the palace, unbelievably tall stained glass windows provide an air of solemnity and gaeity at once. In the Hall of the Elements, these windows are especially haunting, telling the stories of battles with Discord and Nightmare Moon. The palace has countless rooms, from the guard halls to the guest rooms to the throne room. Finally, Princess Celestia's private suite, done up in swirly purples, is furnished with a hearth, rug and bolster, ornamental window, and miniature trees.
Featuring: Princess Celestia, Mimic, Scope, and Nightshade
Courage was never something Mimic had trouble with, but then, in a different life she had nothing to be afraid of. She carefully groomed herself, mane and tail carefully done in an understated reflection of her native style in thinned circlets of gold. She had to look good. Nothing to resemble what she was. She was hoping for a future, not to take a step backward. Breathing deep, she approaches the guards at the door to the throne room and dips her head to the guards. "I'm Mimic, here for my audience with Princess Celestia." After checking her name against a list, she's admitted entrance.
The gold-plated guards standing at the door leading to the throne room firmly slam the butt of their spears into the floor before a magical aura surrounds the great doors. They swing inwards, revealing the almost mystically bright and colorful throne room - designs from the stained glass windows paint the floor surrounding the long red carpet leading up to the Princess's bright, golden throne. The Princess of Equestria, Celestia, sits within it, a scroll hovered before her eyes as she writes upon it. "Your Highness. Mimic, of the Crystal Empire," a guard announces. The Princess sets the scroll down and turns her eyes towards the crystal unicorn as she enters. "Welcome, Mimic."
For as long as Mimic's been here, she's never actually spoken to the Princesses, but she knows they know. She knows Cadance organized it all before she arrived. A diplomat, everyone was told. A student. They knew what she was, though. Refugee. Exile. The crystal unicorn lowers her head and forelimb in a low bow, horntip touching to the red carpet. "...your Highness." She straightens herself up and approaches the throne, though stops a generous and respectful distance back. "...I wished to ask you something, if I may."
Unbeknownst to Mimic, another pony slipped in after her, but this particular pony is under a cloaking spell which renders him invisible to all but the most powerful of unicorns.. and every alicorn, so while the others might not see him he stands out like a sore thumb to Celestia. He slips through the throne room and makes his way up the steps towards the throne where he steps around and behind it, only to decloak and come out from the other side and stand tall at the Princess's right side, looking down upon the crystal unicorn.
And the Princess, for her part, most certainly knows what the ponies in the Kingdom believe Mimic is. And she knows for certain exactly what Mimic is. "Of course, Mimic. Please, ask me whatever you desire." The Princess's eyes turn down to look straight into the crystal unicorn's eyes.
Mimic doesn't hold the Princess's gaze, instead looking to a point at the Monarch's hooves as if doing anything else would be providing some sort of challenge. "I had spoke with Firefly some time ago, at length. She made a suggestion that I've been considering and finally decided to ask. I know my past does not make me trustworthy. Nor welcome most often, to those who know. I didn't think that would ever matter to me but, since coming here, I have come to... begin to understand what Princess Cadance meant by friendship and finding a reason to live. Not just to exist, but to enjoy being. I cannot continue pretending to be something I'm not. I have found ponies who know what I was and still accept me. I need to begin to make a life for myself. A real life. So, I'm here to ask for... a job. Firefly mentioned that you may have need of a new recordkeeper now the Chancellor has a new position."
The Solar Knight remains silent throughout this exchange, though when Mimic request a position a brow slowly lifts upward as his head turns to glance upward at the monarch beside him. "If it means anything, your highness, I've encountered this unicorn before.. and Dynamite Rave won't shut up about her.", Scope smirks, turning to look down upon the crystal pony once more. "..I think she'd do fine."
There is another, waiting in the shadow of the throne. Nightshade had known that this meeting would be happening, though not of the exact time and place, and not the occupation, either. To see that Mimic seeks to be a part of the administration is, in her view, rather intriguing. At this point she steps forward so that the light captures her form in the full, but somehow the length of her shadow persists. She walks over to Celestia's left, silence and observant.
Celestia listens silently to Mimic's request. Her wings give an unconscious flap to her side before she nods once to the crystal pony in response to her words. "I see." The Princess considers for a moment before she glances over to Scope as he speaks up. A small smile forms at the Princess's muzzle while her gaze returns to Mimic. "A stronger recommendation I've never heard. Very well, Mimic, I would be proud to have you in my service. Recordkeepers report to Pareto Optimality - you will know him as 'ee-bee'. ..." The Princess glances to her side as Nightshade approaches. "Is EB here? I'd like him to come meet our newest recordkeeper."
Mimic glances up over the rim of her brows towards Scope as he speaks, the briefest flicker of surprise and then appreciation touching her face as she hears his words even if her face remains neutral. Still hiding, in so many ways, but it's a hard habit to break. Nightshade is noticed as well, a flicker of recognition touching on Mimic as she recalls having seen the mare prior, but her attentions then go towards Celestia. She perks up visibly then, looking simultaneously relieved and excited. "I'm honored, Princess. Thank you. Truly."
"Actually, I have...folded much of the record-keeping from Mr. Memory's old portfolio into my sphere," Nightshade states, stepping forward with an air of authority. "Sir Scope is correct; we could benefit greater from somepnoy of such calibre here in the Palace." She walks right up to Mimic. "I don't believe we have proper met, Lady Mimic. I am Nightshade, Overseer of the Royal Palace. A pleasure." She bows her head in respectful greeting, but all the while her facial expression remains stoic.
Celestia clears her throat gently as Nightshade suddenly walks forward. Her head turns just a little bit, her eyes focused on the overseer for just a moment. "Nightshade, while that is correct that you have taken on much of Mister Memory's old duties into your office - which I appreciate deeply - the tasks I have in mind for our newest member of the palace community fall specifically within the Finance Minister's jurisdiction." She stares at the overseer just a moment longer before she returns her gaze to Mimic. "It is truly a pleasure and honor to have you here, Mimic. I look forward to working with you. Please, Nightshade or Scope - fetch the royal economist."
Mimic dips her head towards Nightshade as the dark mare introduces herself. "A pleasure to meet you properly, Nightshade. I remember seeing you in Canterlot in the company of some other ponies." She flicks her eyes back up towards Celestia with a subtle furrow to her brow, no doubt curious about these tasks but polite enough not to ask. Instead, she waits to make the acquaintance of the one she'll be working for.