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MarvelThrones: A Tale of Spidey's and Hulk's.

got a post up, sorry for taking so long!

MarvelThrones: A Tale of Spidey's and Hulk's.

Lady Emma Frost of House M stood beside her lord husband, Lord Scott Summers, her face arranged in an expression of polite curiosity. She wore a gown as white as the snow that fell every year in the Mountains of the Moon. It hugged her figure and accentuated her long legs. Behind her trailed a cape of sorts, wrapped around her shoulders and pooling on the ground behind her. The pearls sewn into the dove-grey fabric of the "cape" shimmered in the bright morning sun with Emma's every move, and a diamond necklace glittered at her throat. There were small freshwater pearls braided into her hair. Three of her treasured Myrish-stiletto-turned-turned-hairpins pinned tendrils of blond locks away from Emma's eyes.

Their household guard, led by Sir James Howlett, stood around them. Emma let a coy smile play over her lips as she eyed some of the other lords and ladies. Their thoughts filled her head, most of them mundane and of no interest to her.

"I do wonder who will be the final winner of this tourney."

"Is that one of Lord Baron's bannermen that I see?"

"I hope that it will not be too hot come noon."

Emma suppressed a yawn. Will Jean Grey be in attendance? I am assuming that she will. She has not forgiven Scott, most like, but a lady of her standing would not miss this tourney for the world. I suppose the more important question is if she will approach Scott or not. Emma's cool blue eyes flitted around the area once again.

"May the Warrior grant me strength."

"Is there not a single flagon of wine to be found in all of Marvelos?"

"What in the seven bloody hells are Summerset Islanders doing here?"

The last thought that she "heard" caught her attention. Emma was almost certain that House Hydra of the Reach had at least had a hand in the murder of Princess Shuri of the House Udaku and her children. Hmm. Perhaps there will be something more interesting than Lady Jean's broken heart here after all, Emma mused to herself.

Emma accompanied her lord husband as he amicably greeted the other lords and ladies in attendance, smiling a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, which remained as cold as ice. This was somewhat intentional; Scott's actions indicated that he cared about the opinions of the other lords and ladies. Emma, frankly, did not, and she wanted the keener, more observant and sharp-eyed ones to take notice. They would know that although Scott spoke of friendship and alliance and cooperation, if any one of them dared to even consider the possibility of double-crossing House M, Emma would be down on them faster than they could blink.

And she meant it. Oh, she meant it. After all, Emma could read thoughts.

Emma's mind wandered to her father. She wondered if he ever found out that she had married Scott Summers, his liege lord. She did not particularly care what he thought of the marriage-she was more concerned with what he actually would do about it. She had expected that Lord Winston Frost would undoubtedly try to use Emma's power to advance his own position, and the same could be said of her older sister, Lady Adrienne Frost. Or Adrienne would attempt to dispose of Emma and charm her way into Scott's graces. In any case, Emma knew that Adrienne had no chance. Scott was too hung up on Jean to consider another woman, and besides, Adrienne wasn't a telepath.

Emma shook her head slightly. She had surprised herself just by thinking of her family; they had not bothered her for years now. She hadn't spoken to a single one of them since she ran off to make her own way in the world. Emma supposed that her mind had gone to her family because there would be many, many lords and ladies of great and lesser importance attending the tourney. Would Lord Winston decide to do the same? Emma guessed not. Her older brother and Lord Winston's only child who would be eligible to compete in the tourney, Sir Christian Frost, was a disgrace in her father's eyes. He was drunk more often than not, but Emma had been quite fond of him when he was sober. In fact, it was he who had remarked that white was her color. And indeed, it was.

Emma's gaze flitted around the tourney grounds of the Cross Realm Games. Brightly colored banners fluttered in the wind as people rushed to and fro, finalizing preparations for the tourney. Emma stifled another yawn. It would be a long day.

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Mai Mei of Liang

Mai carefully gauged Niklas's reaction to the ornamental sword. Although he didn't let much of it show, Mai could tell that Niklas was touched by the gift, and she smiled inwardly. It had been her uncle's idea to give him the sword, seeing that he was very much involved with the military of his kingdom, but it had been Mai who'd decided on the specifics-the hilt, the scabbard, the blade, even small details like the length-that had all been her. It had taken a considerable amount of time, in all honesty, considering the fact that Mai had known next to nothing about ornamental swords before that, and to see that Niklas appreciated the effort was extremely gratifying.

He bowed and took hold of Mai's hand before she drew away completely. She watched with a mixture of wariness and fascination as he (very charmingly) thanked her for the gift and kissed her hand. He smiled brightly at her, and Mai couldn't help but return it, a genuine expression of happiness coming over her face. She studied Niklas as he brought the back of her hand to his lips-he looked like a scholarly, bookish individual, with a love of knowledge and a love for learning. If he hadn't been wearing his military uniform, Mai could honestly say that she would have had a hard time deducing that he was a soldier as well as a prince.

"I very much look forward to getting to know you as well," answered Mai sincerely, or at least, what passed as sincerely to Mai. "It shall be an interesting three months, yes? I do hope that we will have many other opportunities to spend in each other's company," she continued, before flashing him another smile and heading inside, her spiky heels click-clacking against the ground.

Mai had been a touch surprised to find that Niklas was truly as friendly as the reports said. Careful, now. He is very likely putting on a show for the other royalty and any onlookers, she chided herself as the lingering warmth of Niklas's lips on the back of her hand subsided. I will be able to better judge his character once we spend more time together, although I suppose that he has made a good first impression. That has to count for something, right?

Zheng's words came back to her. "Ming never would have betrothed you to somebody that he didn't approve of. " Mai felt slightly reassured, and then guilty for being so distrustful of Niklas after their first meeting. Old habits really did die hard.
Mai strode into the general area that the other princes and princesses had congregated in. She immediately spotted Isobel Martinez of Trèlins, her pink hair a bright flash of color even amongst the royalty from all over the world. Mai wondered where the hell Zhou was. If he was any later, he would miss the official welcoming window. I wouldn't be surprised if he does indeed miss the entire thing, Mai thought wryly. I suppose I'll try to reach him or Liu in a little while. If either of them will bother to reply to me, that is.

Next was Elizaveta Romonava of Noslainia, who was engaged in a conversation with a dark-haired young man whom Mai recognized as Nikolai Johanseen. Oh, right, they're betrothed to each other, she remembered idly, admiring the way that the Grand Duchess held herself. Her dress was casual but elegant. It reminded Mai of an earlier time in her life, when she was only a princess when nobody was looking. Life was almost simpler back then, and so Mai had dressed in a more simple fashion. Mai sighed. She had been many people in her time, from Xing Xing, the poor daughter of a farmer, to Yueyin, the wealthy niece of an educated businessman. Mai had wholeheartedly embraced her false identities, donning them like clothing as needed. Back when she was younger, when her uncle was merely the presumably dead brother of an oppressive ruler who had been overthrown, Mai had hidden her true identity in order to keep her head on her shoulders. Now, though, she had to prove to the entire world that she was a capable leader for a country that had been torn apart by war less than three decades ago. It was a daunting thought.

Mai eyed the two standing near the sweets table-one was Henry Peterson of Elaniel, the other Cara O'Brien of the Celtic Consortium. Henry and I are almost complete opposites, if the reports were accurate, Mai mused to herself. As for Cara...Mai had to admire the green dress she wore, even if she was slightly wary of her. Green is her color, like red and black are mine, Mai observed. Indeed, the gleaming green was the perfect complement to Cara's fire-infused hair.

Sade Magoro of Udawen wore a dress made of black fabric with gold embellishments on the top half. There seemed to be a perpetual spring in her step, even as she greeted Raven Willow and Niklas. That one is full of life, isn't she? Mai thought.

Feora Swinth of Wulfswinth and John Drake of Pelanor had arrived too. Mai surreptitiously watched them, her face arranged in an expression of polite curiosity. Strong, stubborn Feora was accompanied by two bodyguards and dressed in delicate lace. Mai chuckled silently at the irony. Brown-haired John Drake evoked nothing more than a small flicker of interest from Mai before she moved on to some of the newer arrivals.

Caterina Versini of Svearike came after John Drake. She wore an ensemble that immediately caught Mai's attention due to the black and red. As expected, her entrance was quite dramatic. Mai couldn't help but wonder how many times she had rehearsed it.

Diminutive Liviana Traianius of the Lusitanian Empire walked in alone, wearing a dark violet dress and a white wrap. Mai mentally arched an eyebrow. She has a good taste in fashion, I'll give her that, Mai thought, watching her greet the royalty of Aciras in a borderline clumsy manner-well, clumsy for Mai's standards, at least. Nevertheless, Mai would not be the fool to underestimate Liviana, even if she did not come off as much of a threat. I'd be an idiot to judge her by her appearance. After all, isn't that what I count on other people doing with me? Knights had their chainmail and breastplates and steel gauntlets, and Mai Mei had her lipstick and heels. Mai watched Edwin arrive and approach Liviana. They're betrothed to each other, aren't they? she wondered, eyeing the obvious difference in height. Hmm. That ought to be interesting.

Serafina Gray of Norden was clad in all black (as expected), and after her came Fareeha Amari of Mamlakat Alssahra. Mai glanced quickly at the snake wrapped around her wrist. That must be the ball python that the reports were so quick to point out, she said to herself. In any case, ball python or no ball python, Mai knew that Fareeha was one of the people she would have to tread carefully around. Like Elizaveta, Fareeha reminded Mai of herself-if Mai fought with snake venom instead of bladed fans and rocket launchers instead of daggers disguised as hairpins, that is.

Mai's gaze flitted from face to face. She scanned over the ones already talking to somebody else, deciding that it would be impolite to interrupt. She instead walked in Feora Wulfswinth's direction. Stopping in front of the brown-haired princess, Mai's red-painted lips curved upwards into a smile. "I do not mean to be rude, but I just wanted to say that your dress is absolutely gorgeous," Mai gushed, gesturing towards the other princess, her eyes sparkling.

If I am to be around all of these people for the next three months, I might as well learn as much as I can about them.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

Question: Would I still need a intro post for Zheng seeing as @ayzrules posted the old Mei-Zheng collab?

@ClocktowerEchos

What I didn't post anything abput Zhou besides that Mai banged on his door

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@Neno 1445 they did a collab that was like 40k+ characters if i remember correctly

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yeah i always read everyone's cs's and posts

and relation sheets and kingdom sheets :P

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@ayzrules If Mai ever voices her considering the possibility Isobel's deeds are just for show Isobel will not be pleased. At all.
But feel free for her to bring it up cus... drama
Or not, your choice XD

@SouffleGirl123

lmao no she would never she's just always slightly distrusting of everything she sees but isn't gonna let the whole world know lol

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@HaleyTheRandom lol i brought up polyvore bc i make aesthetic boards w/ it

i have advanced from making outfits on there :ppp (jk im still lame af and do that shit all the time)

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

Mai Mei of Liang

Mai had been up since the crack of dawn, getting ready for one of the most important days of her life. First, she combed her long wavy hair, ensuring that her midnight locks were free of all knots and snares. Sitting in front of her mirror, Mai had stared at herself in silence, thinking about all that her life had been up to that day. In her twenty-one years that she'd been alive, Mai had gone from hiding her identity from everyone to practically flaunting it in front of the most powerful people of Liang, and now the entire world. "Niklas König of Königreich der Welten," she said clumsily out loud. The foreign name sat heavily on her tongue, while her native language flowed fluidly out of her mouth. Mai winced, more aware than ever of her slight accent. She sighed-there was not much that she could do about that right then.

Mai had mixed feelings about being betrothed to Niklas König. On one hand, she understood the political implications of her marriage; Königreich der Welten would provide her uncle's precarious regime with much-needed advanced technology, especially in terms of military technology. But on the other hand, Mai had never been particularly fond of soldiers. She tsked irritably to herself. Now was certainly not the time to be remembering that kind of stuff. Mai steeled her resolve and settled into the rhythmic motion of combing her hair. No, she would play her part, as she had always done. There was no need for the royalty of the entire damn world to know about the things that she'd seen and the things that she remembered. Besides, I'll know soon enough what kind of person Prince Niklas König is in a few hours, and I'll be able to see if the reports are actually true, she reminded herself.

From what she'd seen and read, Niklas was described as an amiable, likable young man, full of charm and wit. Intelligent, too, with military experience as well. But Mai was not so foolish as to believe everything that people said. Being the crown prince of a kingdom with the world's most advanced military required more than just charisma and intelligence. No, there would be a certain cunning that only rulers and politicians and generals had within him too. Mai had spent her life around that lot, for goodness's sake. She of all people would know.

After she had combed her hair until it shone, Mai pinned it out of her face while she went to get dressed. She carefully slipped into the crimson dress that was hanging in the closet, admiring the way that it accentuated her slender waist and long legs and complemented her dark hair. The dress bared one shoulder and featured delicate embroidery and beadwork on the top half. The skirt fell down to the ground, almost covering Mai's feet. It was simple but elegant, and best of all, the long skirt provided her with plenty of room to conceal whatever she would need under it.

Mai sat down again at the vanity and prepared to work magic with her hair. With an arsenal of bobby, hair gel, and combs spread out on the vanity in front of her, Mai eventually managed to tease her hair into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. Mai curled the ends of the tendrils of hair that hung against her back just so, examining her handiwork in the mirror. Satisfied with her hair, Mai retrieved her wooden jewelry box decorated with intricate carvings of koi fish and lotus flowers and pagodas, opening it and assessing her collection of hairpins, earrings, bracelets, rings, and necklaces with a critical eye. A particular set of hairpins with bright red glass beads hanging from a butterfly caught her attention, and Mai picked two of them up. She examined the ends, which were wickedly sharp, albeit extremely tiny, blades of sorts. Mai nodded idly to herself-they would do-and arranged them in her hair on the back of her head, crossing them in a manner that reminded Mai of hairstyles that featured two chopsticks in the bun. After ensuring that no parts of the bladed ends were visible, Mai moved on to make-up.

Mai put away her hair products and shoved her jewelry box to the side for the time being. She went through the motions of rubbing foundation across her skin and applying a slight hint of pale pink blush with a practiced ease, her mind on other things. Mai had pored over the reports of the other royalty that her uncle had provided her and listened intently to what Ming Mei said about each and every person that would be in attendance. Zhou had been there too, but he had seemed rather bored. Mai rolled her eyes when she thought of Zhou; her cousin was much too rash for his own good, but there was something endearing to her about the younger man's rashness. Not that she would ever tell him that, mind you, and his rashness had gotten him into plenty of trouble in the past.

Mai allowed herself a small grin. Despite all his glaring flaws, Mai had grown quite fond of Zhou. She finished touching up the light blush and carefully applied eyeliner and a pale red eyeshadow, dusting her eyelids with the soft hue that set off the inky black of her hair. Then came the lipstick, which had always been Mai's favorite part about makeup. She went with her usual deep-red color, smiling at her reflection. Perfect.

"Alright, just a few more things left to do," Mai said out loud to the empty room. She put away her cosmetics and picked up the jewelry box again. Coppery-gold bangles went around her bare right wrist and a delicate gold chain went around her neck. She settled on ruby-red studs for her ears. Mai selected a black fan with razor-sharp blades on the end hidden by a wide cloth border. Finally, Mai took out two small daggers and concealed them in the bodice of her dress and under her skirt. To top off the entire ensemble, Mai slipped into a pair of spiky black high heels that added a few inches to her height, making her almost freakishly tall. That was alright, though: she could deal with being extremely tall if it meant that she had an extra pair of weapons.

Mai knew that having weapons on her was not something that she should be doing. But old habits die hard, and you would have to be a fool to go around weaponless in court back in Liang. It wasn't like she was planning on using any of them anyway; they served more as a reassurance than anything else. And if somebody happened to discover them-well, considering where her daggers were placed, they'd have a hard time justifying why they'd been looking there in the first place.

Mai stepped out of her room, taking a deep breath. Now that she was quite literally dressed to kill, Mai felt a good deal better. Her heels click-clacked against the fine mahogany floor of the hotel room. One of her uncle's advisers-Zheng-rose to meet her. "You look beautiful, as always," he said politely when he laid eyes on her.

"Thank you," Mai replied.

"Are you ready to go?" Zheng asked.

Mai nodded. The pair made their way out of the hotel, where a luxurious car was waiting for them. Mai carefully stepped inside and sat down, Zheng beside her. Before they departed, Mai made sure to bang rudely on Zhou's hotel room door and remind him that he had to be at the palace and couldn't sleep until noon like he usually did. The car began to move through the streets of Aciras, and Mai watched the scenery roll by, thinking about the other people who would be there too, as well as the prince that she was betrothed to. Mai and Zheng said nothing to each other. What needed to be said had already been said many, many times. However, it was not an awkward silence that the two lapsed into, but a companionable one. If Ming Mei was like Mai's father, then Zheng was like her uncle. It was Zheng who had marshaled mass support for her uncle when he was trying to restore the dynastic rule, it was Zheng who had risked everything for them in opposing the socialists, and it was Zheng who her uncle had first contacted when he came out of isolation. Mai glanced at the austere man-with his salt-and-pepper hair, severe expression, and rigid posture, one would never have guessed that he had a warmer side to him. Mai considered it a great honor that she was privy to this warm side.

As they drove through Aciras, Mai mentally went through everything she knew about the other royalty. First and foremost, there would be Niklas; the soldier prince from Königreich der Welten that she was betrothed to. According to the reports she'd received as well as Ming's insightful comments, Niklas was the type that thought honor and honesty and whatnot were important. Mai supposed that she could respect that-though she wasn't particularly honest herself, somebody who was frank would be a breath of fresh air compared to the stifling atmosphere of Liang court politics, what with its sly half-smiles and subtle insinuations that were the norm. Of course, there was Zhou, who, in Mai's opinion, was much too honest for his own good.

Mai wasn't so sure about the "soldier-prince" part. She hadn't exactly had a great experience with soldiers or their commanding officers in the past. Zheng must have seen something in Mai's eyes, because he gave her a reassuring look. "You're going to be alright," he said. "Ming never would have betrothed you to somebody that he didn't approve of." Mai nodded, her face expressionless.

Mai's thoughts drifted to the princess Zhou was betrothed to-Isobel Martinez, of the Kingdom of Trèlins. From the reports, Mai knew that Princess Isobel Martinez was blunt and upfront, with a caring nature (or at least, a caring nature in front of the camera) and a feisty side to her. Mai supposed that the homeless shelters and charitable activities were a good sign, even if they were indeed only meant to make her look good to the rest of the world. Mai thought that the pink-haired princess and Zhou would get along splendidly, despite the fact that the pair had the potential to cause more trouble than she cared to think about.

Some of the other royalty that had stood out in the reports included Cara O'Brien of the Celtic Consortium, Liviana Traianus of Lusitania, Elizaveta Romanova of Noslainia, Caterina Versini of Svearike, Edwin Drakewine of the Empire of Britannia, and of course-how could she forget?-Casimir D'strad of Ortha.

The first two were regarded as highly intelligent-well, no, that was not true. It was widely known that Cara O'Brien would have to be intelligent, with the way that the Celtic Consortium picked its heirs, but as for Liviana Traianus, the report had not said much. She was the tenth child or something like that, and small and sickly at that. However, Mai's uncle had told her that she was definitely the most intelligent out of her siblings. Mai believed that the most intelligent people were the most dangerous.

Elizaveta Romanova was almost like your typical eighteenth-century princess, what with her love of classical music and ballroom dancing and horseback riding. However, there was the fact that her father went mad that set her apart. Mai thought that she was very elegant and had the most gorgeous eyes, although she was wary of her. Revolution hardened monarchs; Mai could speak from first-hand experience on that.

The only major item of note about Caterina Versini was the murder of her older sister. She almost felt sorry for Caterina. She had big shoes to fill.

The Empire of Britannia was large, powerful, and expansionist. For that reason, and that reason only, Mai was already on guard every time she even thought of Edwin Drakewine. There were reports about a "forbidden love" with a middle-class girl and her subsequent murder as well. Interesting, Mai thought idly.

Finally, there was Casimir. Mai's lipstick-coated lips twitched slightly at the sides. Everything about Casimir amused her, from his eyeliner (Mai was sure that he owned more eyeliner than she owned make-up, and that was saying something) and flamboyant wardrobe to his wicked grin and honeyed tongue. She recalled her trip to Ortha with a smile. Her uncle had wanted to negotiate a trade agreement with Ortha after all trade virtually stopped in Liang during the political upheaval that had taken place during the first half of Mai's life. So, Ming, Zhou, Mai, and a score of advisers had traveled to Ortha, and one night, Casimir snuck her and Zhou out of the palace to explore the city. Mai had held some reservations about the idea at first (although Zhou had been all for it), but she'd decided that getting to see more of Ortha could do her some good.

Their night out had been surprisingly...fun. Mai couldn't remember the last time she'd had fun before that. She'd felt like a normal teenager sneaking out of the house to go party. They'd wandered through countless flea markets and bazaars, and every time Mai so much as looked in the direction of an item, Casimir had purchased it for her. In fact, she had brought along a few of his gifts with her to Aciras, including the bangles that she was wearing in the present moment. The memories she had of Casimir and Ortha warmed her heart.

Zheng cleared his throat quietly. "We're here," he said. Mai gave him a small nod as the car pulled up to the steps of the castle. Mai stepped out of the vehicle, with Zheng by her side. She mentally steeled herself for the introductions-Mai knew of Liang's reputation with the other nations-and took a deep breath. Alright, here goes. This can't be worse than court back at home: there is a very slim chance that anybody is plotting to overthrow uncle or somehow take control of the throne here. I can do this. I will do this. For Liang's sake, I will do this.

Mai walked up the steps, her heels clicking softly against the ground. She arranged her expression in one of polite curiosity, a faint smile on her lips. When she reached the top, where the princess of Aciras was waiting, along with her parents and Niklas-her betrothed-Mai curtsied in the Western style and smiled sweetly. "Greetings, your majesties, Princess Raven, Prince Niklas," she began, her eyes dancing from one face to the next. "My uncle sends his deepest apologies for not attending, and my cousin, Prince Zhou, will arrive shortly." She paused and gauged their reactions-nobody really seemed to care. Of course, that was expected; Mai had known that the King and Queen of Aciras would have already known that Ming Mei would not be present.

Three men walked up the steps behind Mai. Two of them were carrying a rather large jade sculpture, and the third held an oblong box in his hands. Mai gestured to the sculpture. "A token of friendship from Liang to your beautiful kingdom," Mai said as the men laid the sculpture down for the king and queen of Aciras. "It is carved from the finest jade in all of Liang." Princess Raven's most striking feature was her electric blue eyes. Mai thought that she was rather pretty.

Mai turned to the third man and gently took the oblong box from his hands. Inside was an ornamental sword and its matching scabbard. She faced Niklas and smiled. "And here is a gift for you, Prince Niklas," Mai murmured, looking up at his face from under lowered lashes. She did not fail to make note of the military uniform he was wearing, as well as the men in similar dress that accompanied him. She handed the box with the sword inside to Niklas, her hand lingering on his for just one moment too long before she drew away. Niklas was a bespectacled young man with chocolate-brown hair, and although she had seen him in photographs ages before their first official meeting, it was a strange thing to finally encounter him in person. So this is the man who I am to wed. A prince, a military officer, and the heir to the throne of one of the world's largest military superpowers. I can only hope that he is nothing like the soldiers that I've known in my life.

MarvelThrones: A Tale of Spidey's and Hulk's.

YESSSS i am so hype for this will post asap