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(no subject) [Feb. 14th, 2008|10:53 am]
Emperor Cartagia
[Whims |cheerfulcheerful]

I will walk among the stars.
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What do you have to be happy about? [Jan. 14th, 2006|02:31 pm]
Emperor Cartagia
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[Whims |anxiousanxious]

Mollari of course. Oh, it is such a joyous day that I have heard he accepted my invitation to court. Though the two day wait between now and his arrival is quite troubling. Pauses to reflect. Perhaps I should declare more research to speed travel? Another long pause It is of no matter at the moment. That buffoon has come to the call of a fabricated title. Oh, the marvelous humor of his desire for power. It is quite insane; his need to ascend the ladder has brought m hours of amusement. After all he too met the messenger of the Elder gods. He asked for a meager gift when he could have mad a wise choice like me and realized the glory he seeks.

Mollari’s arrival to court will be grand. I hear the gods wish to speak with him. I do hope their news is terrible, something grave and troubling. It is far more entertaining to watch him then the most talented court jester. A talent jester is far too difficult to find these days. I shall have to reprimand him for this intolerable delay. He should be here; instead he makes his emperor, a very living god wait. It is most annoying.

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What do you regret not saying. [Jan. 8th, 2006|10:41 am]
Emperor Cartagia
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[Whims |depresseddepressed]

A god regrets nothing but then I was not born a god. True I was born destine to become a god but that has left me with a mortal past .there are trifle things that trouble everyone god and Centauri alike but I am not sure if these are exactly regrets. Regret must eat at you; gnaw at your soul awake or asleep until death.

Rarely does any event become regret in the true nature as Morgoth intended. My prior petty regrets were washed away by the fulfillment of my destiny. Few things have a great impact on your life when you learn you shall in the near future become a deity. Even with deification at hand I still have one regret.

The words are not important. I never thought of what words I might have said and even a simple scream would have sufficed in the circumstances. My mother was visiting me in the Turhan summer home when some of the guards appeared. There were men from other houses. I was a small boy and could not identify the houses they belonged to but their faces are burned into my memory. They had come to retrieve my mother. Someone had decreed that she would no longer be allowed to visit me. When she refused to leave she was beaten. If only I had screamed and attracted the attention of others I wouldn’t have been robbed of her so soon.

I hid away afraid. Perhaps that is the reaction expected of a boy but it is a mar on the god that I have become. I should have screamed but instead I hid in silence. I lived without her because of my silence. It is the only regret I have. I believe I shall take it with me to the stars; even deification can not wash away the loss of a mother.

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(no subject) [Dec. 4th, 2005|11:06 pm]
Emperor Cartagia
[Whims |confusedconfused]

<td align="center" style="background: #000000; color: #FFFFFF;">Emperor Narleeth Cartagia Jan's Random Movie Quote:

'I'm just a sweet transvestite, from Transsexual Transylvania.'

- Frank, Rocky Horror Picture Show

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**Muse looks confused. Mun rolls on the floor laughing**
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A Mother's Gift [Nov. 20th, 2005|08:43 pm]
Emperor Cartagia
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[Whims |lovedloved]
[music |garden birds]

Narleeth was on the verge of squealing when he saw the woman coming up the walk from the bedroom balcony. She had finally returned to him after months of absence. He leaned over the balcony trying to see her as she disappeared into the front door. He jumped down from his place at the railing and dashed to the sitting room.

“Narleeth.” The voice called from the entryway.

“Mother.” He exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around the boy as he jumped before her. Narleeth had almost forgotten the feeling of her embrace. Reluctantly he released her as she moved to sit on the couch.

“I’ve brought you a gift.” She said with a motherly grace and serenity. Narleeth said nothing as he jumped into her lap with the unbridled excitement of an eight year old.

“What is it?” He asked curiously. She clapped her hands and two servants came in carrying a large painting. It made Narleeth’s eyes widen as he took in the beautiful blues of the scene.

“Do you remember where this is?” his mother asked encouraging her to walk closer to the painting. Narleeth’s small fingers traced the boat and he looked back grinning.

“grandma-ma’s” He exclaimed jubilantly.

“Yes it I my dear.” She approached her son placing a loving hand on his shoulder. Narleeth’s eyes turned sadly to her.

“Mother, can I go to see her?” The Centauri lady’s eyes turned away to hide the sadness. Pushing away the feelings she smiled. She took up her skirt and kneeled next to her son. “Of course you will.” She said it but she didn’t really believe it. She knew the emperor meant to keep him here in this room for the rest of his life.

The boy’s smile widened. “I can’t wait. When can we go?”

She sighed standing. “Soon but first I think we have a painting to hang.” She was trying to stay happy for him despite the crushing sadness it brought to her hearts to see him here.

Narleeth tugged on her dress. “Look.” He pointed at the birds. “Are they going to steal his fish?”

She raised her hand to her mouth to stifle the giggles. She studied the painting for a moment. “I don’t know? Maybe he hasn’t got any fish in his boat yet.”

Narleeth took her hand. “Mother, will you stay here with me?”

She smiled sympathetically. “Of course, as long as you want my dear.”

Crossposted to theatric_muse Inspired by this picture.
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A Day in the Court Saloon [Nov. 3rd, 2005|06:32 pm]
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[Whims |excitedexcited]

Cartagia gazed in the mirror being held before him. It wasn’t the socially inept boy that had arrived at court three months earlier to be crowned Emperor nor was it the image of the Emperor that he had pictured for himself. He looked at his crest; it was so tall and silly looking. Cartagia laughed at the reflection.

“I should like it shorter.” Cartagia requested as he touched the absurd looking frill of hair on his head.

“Shorter Majesty?” The hairstylist questioned.

Cartagia sighed heavily. He rolled his eyes in frustration at the now bumbling stylist. “Yes, I would like it to be shorter!” Cartagia stated annoyed before turning back to his reflection. The man stood wide-eyed for a moment before he scrambled into action. He trimmed a small sliver off. Cartagia watched intently in the mirror a scowl starting to threaten his normally cheerful expression.

“Here you fool!” Cartagia finally burst unable to hold his tongue any longer. He grabbed the hand with the scissors and cut off half the length of hair. The room gasped, hands fluttering to mouths and eyes growing wide as saucers as the hair fell to the ground.

“Now straighten it.” Cartagia demanded as he roughly let go of the hand.

No one moved and they barely breathed.

“Well?” Cartagia asked impatiently. “Get on with it.” He continued as his eyes drifted from the mirror to the others in the room.

The stylist was still stunned and only slowly did the Emperor’s words seem to reach his intellect. “Oh!” He exclaimed as he once more looked at the unfinished crest. “Yes... yes... of course Your Majesty.” The hairstylist groomed the crest and tried to ignore the slap in tradition's face that its length presented.

Cartagia himself then took the mirror in hand and examined the crest. It was quite stunning and it pleased him very much. “It is perfect.” He declared with excitement. “Don’t you think it is perfect?” He asked the room. The eyes seemed to widen further as if unsure what to say. Hesitant glances past around the room as they looked to others for an appropriate answer.

Finally the stylist broke the silence hesitantly. “It is very charming your Majesty.”

Cartagia smiles. “I agree. It would make quite a court style don’t you think?”

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From none other then Mollari's mistress... Again. [Oct. 21st, 2005|07:48 pm]
Emperor Cartagia
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[Whims |boredbored]

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 4 questions. Any 4, no matter how personal, dirty, private, or random. I have to answer them honestly. In turn, you have to post this message in your own journal, and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you.
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How do you relax? [Oct. 17th, 2005|02:56 pm]
Emperor Cartagia
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[Whims |deviousdevious]

Being an infallible emperor does not leave on with much time for simple pleasures such as relaxation but it is very important to find time to retire from one’s duties.

I enjoy music and comedy, I do so adore jesters but a good one is so hard to come by these days. Torture is also a very relaxing pastime. Mind you it does not always have to be the messy, bloody sort. (Those just ruin imperial coats which then means hours of boredom with a tailor. Hardly worth it most of the time if you ask me.) Torture can also be found in humiliation, pranks and a good joke at the expense of someone else’s pride.

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When I find time I also enjoy astronomy and the stars. It is amazing to think that the destiny of everyone is locked within their seemingly chaotic scatter across the sky. I shall truly enjoy relief from the duties of Emperor and the nagging of the courtiers. When I am a god I will be able to relax at anytime and not be bound by the impatience of others.

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Most people wish I..... [Sep. 30th, 2005|02:15 pm]
Emperor Cartagia
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[Whims |pissed offFurious]

I assume most people wish I would abdicate the throne of the Centauri Republic. (Aside from the ones who might wish that I “stop acting so crazy”. I do not even acknowledge them for it is such a silly claim that it is not worth my effort or time to consider.) It is my right to be Emperor both by blood and by divine intervention. Yet I have heard whispers among them of how I should not be in the position I am in. It is a betrayal against the heart of the Republic to wish its heart (the emperor) to be whisked away to parts unknown.

I was born and destine to be emperor. I will not bow to these pompous courtiers. I am emperor by right and I shall not abdicate on the whim of these fools. I am a god and an Emperor I do not bow to common crass mortals who swarm about me trying to suck away my power.


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A Lament of Shrews? What an odd Name [Sep. 29th, 2005|08:56 am]
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[Whims |crazycrazy]

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