Bastard Prince
(El phone post)
All things considered was a particularly stupid venture. He'd come to Coruscant in the wake of his meeting with his father to blow off some steam. What that exactly entailed he truly had no idea, but he'd never been to the core before and he certainly did not want to remain anywhere near Ession for the time being. The old man didn't want him around anyway - why not take a week or two to himself?
Guardsmen and ships were left behind. He'd made his way to Coruscant on a public shuttle, clad in the purple robes and light armor of the priesthood. The trip was relatively uneventful aside from a few strange conversations with local travelers all concerned with terribly mundane things that did little to ease Lothaire's boredom.
When he arrived on Coruscant, he found himself unsure of what exactly he should be doing. The planet was strikingly similar to Ession in its cityscape, though Ession retained some wild regions whereas Coruscant was a thing of pure mortal artifice. The similarities made navigation easy enough, and curiosity quickly brought him toward the government sector of the capital city. Curiosity gave way to devious boredom as he found himself shirking the tour of the senate building he'd been offered, ducking off under the pretense of finding a bathroom. He's then attempted to climb through the bathroom vent, quickly found that he's as far too large of it, and ended up crashing down hard enough to break the back section off the toilet he'd been standing on.
The prince quickly vacated that restroom, narrowly avoiding concerned staff as he meandered the many corridors of the capital. He would dodge and weave, or walk quickly and with as much confidence he could muster through groups that he could not avoid. He'd nearly made it to the senate floor before the two security guards had grabbed him by the shoulders.
For a moment he'd considered fighting, though he quickly decided doing so would be the stupid cherry on top of the idiot cake he'd baked for himself. Despite his pride, Lothaire complied with whatever they asked. When they inquired as to what he was doing, he answered simply that he was exploring his castle. When they asked what he meant by that, he claimed he was prince of the entire planet and he could go where he chose.
That was about the time they threw him in a cell and prepared to send him off for a mental evaluation. It was only when he gave his name, Lothaire Grayson, that they escalated the situation to higher levels.
Word was sent up the hierarchy of the captured royal and there was general confusion about what was to be done. No one was particularly keen over starting a diplomatic over the strange man, and eventually the matter traveled its way up to the highest office.
For Lothaire's part, he contented himself with whistling away the time and occasionally throwing bits of fuzz from his cloak into the ray shield to watch them sizzle. Far more entertaining than he'd ever admit.
Auteme
All things considered was a particularly stupid venture. He'd come to Coruscant in the wake of his meeting with his father to blow off some steam. What that exactly entailed he truly had no idea, but he'd never been to the core before and he certainly did not want to remain anywhere near Ession for the time being. The old man didn't want him around anyway - why not take a week or two to himself?
Guardsmen and ships were left behind. He'd made his way to Coruscant on a public shuttle, clad in the purple robes and light armor of the priesthood. The trip was relatively uneventful aside from a few strange conversations with local travelers all concerned with terribly mundane things that did little to ease Lothaire's boredom.
When he arrived on Coruscant, he found himself unsure of what exactly he should be doing. The planet was strikingly similar to Ession in its cityscape, though Ession retained some wild regions whereas Coruscant was a thing of pure mortal artifice. The similarities made navigation easy enough, and curiosity quickly brought him toward the government sector of the capital city. Curiosity gave way to devious boredom as he found himself shirking the tour of the senate building he'd been offered, ducking off under the pretense of finding a bathroom. He's then attempted to climb through the bathroom vent, quickly found that he's as far too large of it, and ended up crashing down hard enough to break the back section off the toilet he'd been standing on.
The prince quickly vacated that restroom, narrowly avoiding concerned staff as he meandered the many corridors of the capital. He would dodge and weave, or walk quickly and with as much confidence he could muster through groups that he could not avoid. He'd nearly made it to the senate floor before the two security guards had grabbed him by the shoulders.
For a moment he'd considered fighting, though he quickly decided doing so would be the stupid cherry on top of the idiot cake he'd baked for himself. Despite his pride, Lothaire complied with whatever they asked. When they inquired as to what he was doing, he answered simply that he was exploring his castle. When they asked what he meant by that, he claimed he was prince of the entire planet and he could go where he chose.
That was about the time they threw him in a cell and prepared to send him off for a mental evaluation. It was only when he gave his name, Lothaire Grayson, that they escalated the situation to higher levels.
Word was sent up the hierarchy of the captured royal and there was general confusion about what was to be done. No one was particularly keen over starting a diplomatic over the strange man, and eventually the matter traveled its way up to the highest office.
For Lothaire's part, he contented himself with whistling away the time and occasionally throwing bits of fuzz from his cloak into the ray shield to watch them sizzle. Far more entertaining than he'd ever admit.
Auteme
