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And so the pursuit continued, as Sir Attwatter and Sir Garret held their positions in the vanguard. Her Majesty kept her position in the rearguard alongside Sir MacCabe. Grinning devilishly, Sir MacCabe aimed his rocket launcher to the general position where he last saw the possibly mutant culprit fleeing.

"Alright ya bastard. Ti-" He began, before noticing out of the corner of his eye that his liege was staring at him annoyed. "What? I'm sure Attwatter can piece him up." She and Sir MacCabe kept the pursuit as Gwendolyn slapped herself with her left hand. "I'm not worried about the mutant having to be pieced back up. No, what I'm worried about is you firing into a crowd of civilians! I need civilians to draft into my military. Plus your act-"

Sir MacCabe nodded in shame as he kept his rocket launcher in place. "Y-yes of course your Majesty" He glanced his head back up as he stared forward back into the crowd, and keeping his trigger finger ready.

Meanwhile Sir Garret glanced at Attwater, as the pair began weaseling through the crowd"Target: Blue eyes indentified. Percentage of mutant heritage will be re-assessed upon more identification. Probability remains the same, as that single factor is not enough to either decrease or increase it."

Sir Attwatter meanwhile tossed his syringe in some vain attempt of striking the hooded mutant. Hopefully it would hit. And hopefully it would be the right combination to be a proper nerve agent slowing response time. Sir Attwatter retrieved another syringe as he addressed the crowd. "Attention civilians! This is a matter of the Royal Court, if you would please be so kind, please do not stay entrenched in a crowd formation. You will not be safe if you remain in this formation!"

And so Sir Garret and Sir Attwatter continued in seeking the individual, trying to spot the suspected in the dense crowd.

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Her Majesty Gwendolyn Ashworth III scowled as she gave Sir Garret a light smack on the back of his head. She puffed out her cheeks and frowned at her knight. "See, this is what happen if you aren't smooth. Oh! Run the calculations I like." The robot paused for a moment before it began speaking.

"Anaylsis in Progress.
Probability of Cloaked Figure Being a Prominent Highranking Member of the Midnight Compact: 3.376 Percent.
Probability of Cloaked Figure Being a Threat to the Regime: 0.00000291 Percent.
Probability of Cloaked Figure Being a Potential Mutant: 49.121 Percent
Probability of the Knighthood Sustaining Injuries From Action Against the Target: 5.0912 Percent
Net Economical Gained or Lost From Subduing of Target: Currently Indeterminable."

Gwendolyn tilted her head as she patted on Sir Garret. "Capture the Probable Mutant and Slim-chance Traitor." Sir MacCabe began chuckling as he slung the rocket launcher off the back on his heavy armor.

"Oi! Mate!" He declared as he marched towards Sir Attwatter who was carefully fiddling with a single syringe. "Let's see, if only I could run an analysis on the target's genetic structure before-hand. Yes this should be an effective drug, if Sir Garret's analysis on the suspect being a mutant isn't wrong. Er yes Sir MacCabe?"
The Pompadoured Knight gave a quick glare at the gaunt Attwatter. "I dinnae wantcha ta do the paralysis, BEFORE I fire my launcher!"

Sir Attwatter nodded at MacCabe. Sir Garret quickly unsheathed his sword from his side. "Apprehension of the Mutant will be done. As is the Queen's Will. Failure will not be tolerated in failing defense or capture."
Gwendolyn gingerly got off the back of Sir Garret as she gave a nod, "Sir MacCabe you shall stay in the back to protect me." MacCabe gave a nod, and a quick bow. "Course yer Majesty."
And with that the two Knights quickly pursued the suspect. Sir MacCabe and his Majesty followed at a slower pace.

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And so her Majesty and the Knights continued much closer to the establishment. Gwendolyn cleared her throat as Sir Attwatter and Sir MacCabe glanced up towards her. Gwendolyn held up her left index finger and gave it a playful waggle. "I trust you two gentlemen have an appetite?" The knights gave a simple nod of affirmation to her. She gave a good smile as she clasped her hands together. "Good." She blinked as she noticed a cloaked figure leaving the establishment. "Well looks like one of their patrons is leaving." She glanced down at Sir Garret and poked at his metal carapace, "Get the stranger's attention so that more analysis may be gathered on this establishment."

"Statement: Individual with the long cloak. You are wanted for the purposes of discussion." Gwendolyn slowly smacked herself with her right hand as she pulled it down. "Sir Garret you could have tried to be smoother." She said as she gave a few kicks while riding on her robotic knight. Sir Garret paused for a moment, "Her Majesty's Order has been Noted."

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Her Majesty of the Noble Ashworth name frantically and eagerly pointed at the restaurant that stood before them. "All you can eat!?" She smiled ear to ear as she glanced down at Sir MacCabe, "Do you know what this means!?" The heavily armored pompadour man gave a shrug. "Gonna get grub that'll be-"

Gwendolyn interrupted, "We're gonna be dealing with adverse selection. Sir Garret doesn't need to eat, but more likely than not we are going to have to pay for his seat. So more likely than not, we'll be charged for the full four." She shook her head as her long white flowing locks flew from side to side. "But that isn't the point. What matters is we can beat the system." Sir MacCabe just stared at his liege incredulously, not getting her point. But Sir Attwatter gave a simple nod. "Yes, that we can your Majesty."

The robotic knight focused its visual receptors on Sir MacCabe and spoke up. "Statement: Sir MacCabe does not realize the economical benefit we can achieve in this. While it is not moneta-" Gwendolyn began ineffectually slamming her hand against the robotic knight's carapace.

"No, I'm going to explain it, you aren't!" She continued to smack at Sir Garret "Statement: Order received. I shall not explain." Gwendolyn paused as she glanced at her hands, slightly reddened. "Oooowwwwie! Owwww!" Sir Attwatter immediately turned his attention to her, "My Majesty, you shouldn't do such things. We can't have you hurt yourself."

Gwendolyn continue to frown in pain when she noticed that Sir Attwatter was startled as she immediately changed it into a soft smile. "Sir Attwatter your concern is kind, and yes my actions there were in fact foolish. At least I got that out of the system before engaging with negotiations. If I did that in Court, it would be an embarrassment to Ashworth name! It could scare off potential forces that I would need to recruit." She shook her head again.

"Now then, I shall explain as all the members of the court do not realize what a situation we are in." She raised her right index finger as she spoke up. "The adverse selection comes from undesirable results for the company, when they access to different information, than the consumer. Buffets are perfect examples of this. They have the standard rate of let's say X, for all you can eat. However, if more undesirables show up the rate would have to go above X because they'd lose money. If they eat exactly X they retain a stagnate zero. Oddly, most people who go do not consume beyond X, but under it. Normally for other corporations you can do say, screenings to test to see if they will be profitable to you. But for a Buffet it isn't really possible to do that. So what we need to do, is eat the amount of food beyond X, possibly save it if we have access to mobile refrigeration, so we get the most benefit for our money."

Sir MacCabe just gave a slow nod to Gwendolyn. "So, you're just saying to eat a lot?" Gwendolyn paused as she huffed out, "I liked it better the way I phrased it. ...Hmph! As long as we, as a group, eat more than X, then we should be fine."

And so the organization headed into the establishment, ready to 'play the system' for the Queen.

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Her (Deposed) Majesty, Gwendolyn Ashworth III - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil

Yggdrasil, was home to plenty of weird sites, what with it hosting an agency sworn to guarding various laws of somewhere in the Multiverse. It was here where Gwendolyn Ashworth was sitting on-top of the shoulders of Sir Garret, a bulky humanoid robot, with shield attached to his back, and his sword hooked onto his right side. This time, the shield was not hooked the lower levels of the skirt. The frills of her dress were pressed against the back of the machine's head-plate, as Gwendolyn kicked her heeled feet back and forth. "Attwatter." The Queen spoke up in a soft voice as she tilted her head to the right as she glanced at her knight, a gaunt man with a newly graying beard, and fairly lengthy hair. He stared at her directly in the eyes, even though she was on the shoulders of her robotic knight. "Yes your Majesty?" She smiled at him as she wagged her finger. "What is the status on our coffers?" Sir Attwatter glanced down at his boots, and adjusted his bandoleer full of syringes of a variety of different liquids and compounds. After a brief check he returned his glance back at his Queen. "W-well you see Your Majesty." He spoke up timidly,"The majority of your personal funds wer-" She raised up her right hand as she glanced down at him, "I am aware of the status of my funding. I was speaking of the card coffer." Sir Attwatter blinked as he spoke up again, "Well, the funds there are still availab-" She clapped her hands and gave a smile to Attwatter. "Delightful. I'll need to be more frugal in maintaining our coffers, but must appear lavish to attract needed recruits. Though of course, without even a most basic compound within the sector to call my own." Gwendolyn puffed out her cheeks and frowned. "Attracting promising people will be most difficul-" She paused as she noticed a grumbling in her tummy. Sir Garret spoke up,"Statement: Your Majesty appears to be lacking in essential nourishment. Our co-ordinates are near an establishment of serving nutrients. Suggestion: We head over there." Attwatter gave a meager nod, "As long as it is affordable, as we must make sure our Majesty has the necessary resources." Sir MacCabe scratched at the tip of his pompadour, before reaching back and giving a quick tap to his rocket launcher. "If'n ya don't mind Your Majesty, I again ask why yer on-top of ol' Clunker there." Gwendolyn glanced to her left and looked down at Sir MacCabe, before giving a cat-like grin. "Well, I do not have a litter, and my feet grew tired. You wouldn't want your Queen fall down and get scraped up would you?" MacCabe simply accepted it with a nod. " "No Your Majesty, no we wouldn't. Itchin' fer blastan though." She glanced down and gave a nod, "I'm sure you are. But I need to work on the plan to regain what belongs to me, before we go in guns blazing." Gwendolyn glanced down at Garret and poked his metal head. "Now could you take me to the Restraunt?" Sir Garret marched towards the restaurant as the other knights followed suit. "Affirmative."

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Rightio. Just wanted to say hello, since I'm uh, now here. Jeez, lotta material. If anyone could, a summary would be nice. But right, so gonna need to make sure to read it all, or at least the pages that are more important to the current thing. But uhm, any good place to jump on in for a UMMA person?

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- Name: Her Majesty, Gwendolyn Ashworth III, (Rightful Queen) Deposed Queen of the Planet Detriusia - Age: 13 - Gender: Female -

Appearance

- Canon, AU, or OC?: OC - Universe of Origin: OC - Personality: Gwendolyn, or Gwen to those who are higher in her Inner Court, is what you might expect of a young sovereign. She is torn between her young, naive and childish ways and that of a life-bringing up in the Royal Court. She has a noble air, underscored by a cheerful demeanor of youth, optimistic to regain what she lost. While she tries to rule as a wise and thoughtful individual, as expected of the court, she is quite prone to throwing temper-tantrums which do not stop until she gets what she wants. - Abilities/Weapons: Gwendolyn's abilities revolve around the behaviors of the Royal Court, running and knowing how it operates. As such she has experience in spycraft, politics, knowing how to create and implement laws, taxes and various mandates, and how to resist even the most ingenious forms of manipulation, along with being entertaining in the Court itself. She knows how to play several instruments, how to paint and knows all matter of courtly dances. Gwendolyn also knows the proper procedures of the Royal Hunt, and is a Falconer, and is slightly capable of using a fox hunting rifle (though her hands are still shaky when using it as the noise is not befitting for such a lady.) Her only true defense are the three knights who kept their swords loyal to the Ashworth Household and were not slain in battle. 1. Sir MacCabe - A brawny knight under Her Majesty. He is specialized in demolitions, and wears heavy protective armors. His primary weapons are a massive flamethrower and several grenades. 2. Sir Attwatter - A scrawnier fellow compared to his associates, but is the tallest among them. He is specialized in biological and neurological agents. His 'sword' is actually a giant syringe. He keeps packages on him that are laced with various biological agents. 3. Sir Garret - Actually a robotic individual, rather than a human. He specializes in the standard Sword and Shield. His sword is a straight plasma blade, and his shield is a tower shield. - Backstory: Gwendolyn Ashworth, third of her name was born on the Planet Detriusia, much to the joys of her mother and father. The Planet Destriusia is a strange one. In the grand scheme of things, it existed solely as a Waste Deposit site to more advanced civilizations. Territorial Wars would be fought for areas where better drops of trash were more prominent. The planet, much like all planets, had its many shares of Kingdoms, and Cultures. Eventually, the Ashworth Family would rise as the supreme sovereign above it all, dominating the entirety of the Planet, through a lengthy war-campaign which caused the Original Ashworth Sovereign to run on dry funds. As to be expected in a Feudalist Society, many groups of the Aristocracy were upset by the reign and rule of the Ashworth Family, especially in the later years when they tried to weaken the strength of the Vassals. Gwendolyn spent her years being educated by her staff, and had few experiences with the peasantry at large. She was studious in her behaviors, picking up the ways of the Royal Court, and even held it on occassion. This would not last, as her family was finally over-thrown by jealous Feudal Lords who formed the 'Midnight Compact'. Her father was able to place her on an escape pod where she was ejected into the atmosphere. Alone, cold, and with only a small group of followers, she had to find out a way to regain her throne. Much to her luck she managed to be found by a member of UMMA, which she joined as a way to get the necessary resources she needs to re-claim her planet, and make sure no other planets would lose their rightful monarchies.

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Hey uh, I was just wondering if this was still open? If so, I've got the thing, below here. Eheheh... - Name: Her Majesty, Gwendolyn Ashworth III, (Rightful Queen) Disposed Queen of the Planet Detriusia - Age: 13 - Gender: Female -

Appearance

- Canon, AU, or OC?: OC - Universe of Origin: OC - Personality: Gwendolyn, or Gwen to those who are higher in her Inner Court, is what you might expect of a young sovereign. She is torn between her young, naive and childish ways and that of a life-bringing up in the Royal Court. She has a noble air, underscored by a cheerful demeanor of youth, optimistic to regain what she lost. While she tries to rule as a wise and thoughtful individual, as expected of the court, she is quite prone to throwing temper-tantrums which do not stop until she gets what she wants. - Abilities/Weapons: Gwendolyn's abilities revolve around the behaviors of the Royal Court, running and knowing how it operates. As such she has experience in spycraft, politics, knowing how to create and implement laws, taxes and various mandates, and how to resist even the most ingenious forms of manipulation, along with being entertaining in the Court itself. She knows how to play several instruments, how to paint and knows all matter of courtly dances. Gwendolyn also knows the proper procedures of the Royal Hunt, and is a Falconer, and is slightly capable of using a fox hunting rifle (though her hands are still shaky when using it as the noise is not befitting for such a lady.) Her only true defense are the three knights who kept their swords loyal to the Ashworth Household and were not slain in battle. 1. Sir MacCabe - A brawny knight under Her Majesty. He is specialized in demolitions, and wears heavy protective armors. His primary weapons are a massive flamethrower and several grenades. 2. Sir Attwatter - A scrawnier fellow compared to his associates, but is the tallest among them. He is specialized in biological and neurological agents. His 'sword' is actually a giant syringe. He keeps packages on him that are laced with various biological agents. 3. Sir Garret - Actually a robotic individual, rather than a human. He specializes in the standard Sword and Shield. His sword is a straight plasma blade, and his shield is a tower shield. - Backstory: Gwendolyn Ashworth, third of her name was born on the Planet Detriusia, much to the joys of her mother and father. The Planet Destriusia is a strange one. In the grand scheme of things, it existed solely as a Waste Deposit site to more advanced civilizations. Territorial Wars would be fought for areas where better drops of trash were more prominent. The planet, much like all planets, had its many shares of Kingdoms, and Cultures. Eventually, the Ashworth Family would rise as the supreme sovereign above it all, dominating the entirity of the Planet, through a lengthy war-campaign which caused the Original Ashworth Sovereign to run on dry funds. As to be expected in a Feudalist Society, many groups of the Aristocracy were upset by the reign and rule of the Ashworth Family, especially in the later years when they tried to weaken the strength of the Vassals. Gwendolyn spent her years being educated by her staff, and had few experiences with the peasantry at large. She was studious in her behaviors, picking up the ways of the Royal Court, and even held it on occassion. This would not last, as her family was finally over-thrown by jealous Feudal Lords who formed the 'Midnight Compact'. Her father was able to place her on an escape pod where she was ejected into the atmosphere. Alone, cold, and with only a small group of followers, she had to find out a way to regain her throne. Much to her luck she managed to be found by a member of UMMA, which she joined as a way to get the necessary resources she needs to re-claim her planet, and make sure no other planets would lose their rightful monarchies.