Leia's mouth thinned into a hard line at the mention of Vader. She'd had dealings with him before.
"Vader? You're sure?"
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Leia replied:
"I fully understand. I assume you do not yet have the full measure of these gentlemen?"
She leaned up against a wall, watching the others from her hood.
"I fully understand. I assume you do not yet have the full measure of these gentlemen?"
She leaned up against a wall, watching the others from her hood.
It happens. Lots of vitamin C I say!
OK I think we're not getting any more yet. I've not actually started an RP on this forum before - do you need to do anything special to get the IC/OOC thing?
Musical instruments can be instruments of torture. Ever heard a ten year old play the oboe?
Musical instruments? Or instruments of torture? 
That sounds cool. I don't imagine they'd have TV as such but perhaps some kind of streamed news reports?
Well, it'll be quiet at first but hopefully once we get it going we'll get some more join in. Have you had any thoughts about what you'd like to be?
Leia was lurking in the shadows, wearing a hooded cloak. She was prudently watching the doorway of the pub from a dark alley. A few interesting-looking types had gone in already, and all seemed quiet, so she followed. She walked into the pub. It seemed to be the kind of place where people didn't ask too many questions,. It wouldn't do to be drunk, but she wanted a drink, so she got some cloudy lemonade. After a moment's thought, she asked for some pork scratchings as well. A commoner's luxury she was quite partial to, that you didn't get in the Palace.
She saw a man go into the back room, clearly armed with some kind of steam shotgun. She paused for a moment and heard no shooting, so not an assassin. Another guest, such as herself. She let her curiosity get the better of her, and went into the back room with the others.
She saw a man go into the back room, clearly armed with some kind of steam shotgun. She paused for a moment and heard no shooting, so not an assassin. Another guest, such as herself. She let her curiosity get the better of her, and went into the back room with the others.
Her Royal Highness, Princess Leia of the United Kingdom, Duchess of Plymouth, sat in a room in her suite in Kensington Palace. As a Royal Princess (albeit an adopted one; this was not a secret and her true parentage was a source of much speculation) she was entitled to live there when in London. One had to pay for a suite of rooms in a palace somehow, and she did it through service to the Crown, as a diplomat. The petite Princess was often sent to visit other lands to intercede in something or other, and if the time for being pretty was gone she could fight her way out as well.
She was making her way through a mound of paperwork, over tea. The door knocked.
"Come in!"
A maid entered, ushering in a man, under guard. Leia raised an eloquent eyebrow.
"Sorry to bother you ma'am, but the gentleman was very insistent that this letter was to be delivered to you in person."
Leia didn't need to check the exits or that her guns were handy - that was second nature and already done. She put on her best diplomacy smile and said "It must be important then..." and put out a hand. The messenger gave her the note, and she read it with interest. She looked up to see if the messenger was still there, to find that he had been ushered out and she was alone again.
She thought to herself "It could be a plot, but then again, it might not. and made an excuse to visit her adoptive father the King to show him the note. His words echoed her own thoughts; "You'll have to go, if only to find out what's going on. Be careful." She nodded, and went off to get ready. A carriage was prepared - Her Royal Highness was to visit Warwick Castle for a time; a short holiday. Birmingham was not far. She would have time to slip away, and her coachman was used to such things - sometimes "diplomacy" was more like "espionage" - whatever it took to get the job done. The maids packed a few outfits and some hunting gear so that her two pistols would not arouse suspicion, and in a short time she was heading up Watling Street to the Midlands...
She was making her way through a mound of paperwork, over tea. The door knocked.
"Come in!"
A maid entered, ushering in a man, under guard. Leia raised an eloquent eyebrow.
"Sorry to bother you ma'am, but the gentleman was very insistent that this letter was to be delivered to you in person."
Leia didn't need to check the exits or that her guns were handy - that was second nature and already done. She put on her best diplomacy smile and said "It must be important then..." and put out a hand. The messenger gave her the note, and she read it with interest. She looked up to see if the messenger was still there, to find that he had been ushered out and she was alone again.
She thought to herself "It could be a plot, but then again, it might not. and made an excuse to visit her adoptive father the King to show him the note. His words echoed her own thoughts; "You'll have to go, if only to find out what's going on. Be careful." She nodded, and went off to get ready. A carriage was prepared - Her Royal Highness was to visit Warwick Castle for a time; a short holiday. Birmingham was not far. She would have time to slip away, and her coachman was used to such things - sometimes "diplomacy" was more like "espionage" - whatever it took to get the job done. The maids packed a few outfits and some hunting gear so that her two pistols would not arouse suspicion, and in a short time she was heading up Watling Street to the Midlands...
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