#1642hqstask

[iyassus]

ንጉሥ ሚዳስ - An Iyasu Seyon Tesfave Playlist

A series of songs to boost your ego

The Wannadies - I Love Myself .. The Undertones - Smarter Than You .. Kendrick Lamar - PRIDE .. Marcy Playground - Deadly Handsome Man .. Harry Styles - Golden .. The Chats - I’m the Best Person in the World .. They Might Be Giants - About Me

[gudandewangzi]

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕁𝕒𝕕𝕖

- A Zhu Chenyu Playlist

A series of songs to soothe your soul

西瓜音乐 - 文昔 .. 西瓜音乐 - 思念 .. Lei Qiang - Jasmine Flower .. Tia Ray - 啊楚姑娘 .. Mao Buyi & Zhou Shen - 梅香如故 .. 周震南 - 森林 .. 陆虎 - 看-主题曲 .. Zhou Shen - 大鱼 .. Zhou Shen - 愿

[habsbcrg]

𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓-𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

- A Maria-Magdalene Habsburg Playlist

Songs to express your inner rage

Studio Killers - ALL MEN ARE PIGS .. Olivia Rodrigo - JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY .. Tom Lehrer - POISONING PIGEONS IN THE PARK .. No Doubt - JUST A GIRL .. Lizzo - TRUTH HURTS .. Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - BAD REPUTATION .. Muse - FURY .. Lana Del Rey - MONEY, POWER, GLORY .. Billie Eilish - YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN

[ursclabekele]

𝓘 𝓣𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

- an Ursula Bekele Playlist

A series of songs for your inner revolutionary

Kanye West - ULTRALIGHT BEAM .. SBPJ & Puddles Pity Party - ROYALS .. Scala & Kolacny Brothers - THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE .. The Specials - GHOST TOWN .. Sam Cooke - A CHANGE IS GONNA COME .. Harry Styles - SIGN OF THE TIMES .. Nina Simone - DON'T LET ME BE MISUNDERSTOOD .. Billie Marten - IN FOR THE KILL .. Hozier & Mavis Staples - NINA CRIED POWER .. Billy Bragg - BETWEEN THE WARS

[cftragedy]

Part One: Fedka

i’m not a good person - pat the bunny ; mawce - everybody’s worried about owen ; generation why - conan gray ; i still don’t want to be sad - human kitten ; gender is boring - she/her/hers ; i exist i exist i exist - flatsound ; nights like these - pigeon pit ; fine, great - modern baseball

[gcdlyfury]

La Roche was a small man, unassuming and rather plain looking despite his name and its meaning. There was nothing rock like about that man but it was his name none the less. Perhaps that was what made him an effective spy master here in the french court and why when he stepped into a room quietly filled with opulent and lavish surroundings few if any paid attention to him. When he spoke though in a thick french accent the voice was not mousey or projecting meekness. It was a voice that commanded respect even here. Gesturing to the seat before him he motions for your character to sit as he begins his line of questioning. Even if well acquainted to members of his own court he asks the same. Whether you take the seat is your choice but the unassuming La Roche begins to ask questions and scribble down the answers not once looking up from their notations..

Amara didn’t want to leave her room. She couldn’t dare to face anybody after the debacle. Of course, nobody would remember it after just a bit of time but she felt it was almost hard to forget. The chaos that ensued, the horrible tragedy afterwards. One could say she was at fault for it. The distraction she placed on mostly everybody prevented anybody to notice anything outside, including the screams or struggle of the italian king’s death. She reluctantly sat down in the interrogation chair, trying to become as small as possible in it. She just wanted to disappear. 

"You have been summoned here this day at the behest of the French court for an interview and we appreciate your cooperation at this time. Can you please state for official records your name, age and court position?"

Amara’s usual patience level was non-exist, yet she knew she couldn’t get upset over such a simple question so she cleared her throat before she spoke. “Amara Tesafave, I’m twenty eight and I’m the Le'elt of Ethiopia, or in english terms, I would be reffered to as a princesss.” She remarked, as her usual announcement was that of her Ethiopian title rather than the english translation. 

"Prior to the debacle of the dance floor where had you been?"

"I had been preparing my sister for the dance, and I got ready myself with my ladies in waiting. My sister can vouch for me as well as my ladies in waiting.” She remarked, remembering how exciting they were all to join in. It was almost a shame, as she had begun to hear rumors of a supposed betrothal. She couldn’t imagine it was for her but it terrified her nonetheless.

"Had you noticed anything during that ordeal that seemed personally amiss to you other than the obvious?"

Amara glanced at the man with an eyebrow raised, as if he had to be kidding. “I couldn’t say, I was one of the people to cause the whole ordeal at the dance floor. One could say I was busy trying to watch people’s feet.” The venom was far too obvious in her voice, the sarcasm dripping with every word. 

"Where were you when the body of the Italian king was discovered and where there witnesses to where you were at the time?"

Amara could recall thanking that dear Austrian musician before finding herself running away from the dance floor and hiding herself away in her room to clean up and cry out of embarrassment. The news hadn’t been delivered to her until later but she could remember when she heard her guards whispering as the italians cried. “I was in my room, embarrassed and crying my eyes out. I had ruined my favorite dress, all my effort to assimilate into french culture had failed and i ended up injuring many and somehow provided the cover for a murder of a king.”

"Who or what do you personally suspect could have contributed to the unfortunate demise of the Italian king?"

Amara shrugged at the man’s question before answering. “Quite frankly, im not sure. I just know I feel horrible for if I hadn’t distracted everybody on the dance floor, perhaps somebody could have seen something or heard something. Instead, I had to pair up with that bauffon and end up here.”

"How did you personally feel about Italy's position in the last five years to six years?"

“i live a sea away from them, and my country has no interest in European politics. So I would say I feel indifferent. After all, I have my own issues to deal with.” She remarked, as if the interviewer was ridiculous for asking her such a question. 

"What reasons would you have to harm the king, if any?"

Amara had almost enough of this stupid interview when he asked the final question. The groan that left her lips was a clear sign of her being over this investigation. “I appreciate the effort you are presenting for this case, sir. However, you must understand something. I have no interest in harming anyone, especially somebody that proves to be nothing but a distant thought in a book deep within the libraries of my home. So take this as my answer to your question.” She responded before she straightened up and stood to leave.

[gcdlyfury]

La Roche was a small man, unassuming and rather plain looking despite his name and its meaning. There was nothing rock like about that man but it was his name none the less. Perhaps that was what made him an effective spy master here in the french court and why when he stepped into a room quietly filled with opulent and lavish surroundings few if any paid attention to him. When he spoke though in a thick french accent the voice was not mousey or projecting meekness. It was a voice that commanded respect even here. Gesturing to the seat before him he motions for your character to sit as he begins his line of questioning. Even if well acquainted to members of his own court he asks the same. Whether you take the seat is your choice but the unassuming La Roche begins to ask questions and scribble down the answers not once looking up from their notations..

Ilaria had sat quietly as she adorned herself in traditional mourning attire. Black looked rather wonderful on her, a stark contrast against her fair complex and soft red hair. she had a slightly damp tissue within her hand, as she took in a deep breath. she knew exactly how to behave, so she remained quiet until spoken to. despite his rather unimpressive appearance, she knew never to question such a sight. after all, she knew all to well how the plain can get away with so much. 

"You have been summoned here this day at the behest of the French court for an interview and we appreciate your cooperation at this time. Can you please state for official records your name, age and court position?"

“Ilaria De Luca, Handmaiden to the Orsini Family. I’m currently twenty three years old.” Only direct answers, thats all she could afford. to be unassuming, unbiased. At least, for now. She sniffled slightly out of habit, as she had forced herself to cry a storm before being summoned. the effects of her tears and ‘sadness’ still evident, which is exactly what she wanted. 

"Prior to the debacle of the dance floor where had you been?"

“I had to be sure to have the rooms of the family I serve in order. ensuring all baths were prepared for them. They had gotten so done up for the festivities, I knew if I wasn’t prepared for them to wind down for the end of the night, I would feel awful.” She remarked. 

"Had you noticed anything during that ordeal that seemed personally amiss to you other than the obvious?"

Ilaria took a moment as she recalled that night, amidst all the panic and choas and the injured when she went to join her brother and her dear Giulie. She took a deep breath before answering, her voice slightly shaky as she began to appear emotional. “Only that my King wasn’t there.” She said quietly, looking down at her tissue as her fingers tried to find the driest part of it. 

"Where were you when the body of the Italian king was discovered and where there witnesses to where you were at the time?"

Ilaria’s lips trembled when she heard the word ‘body’. She couldn’t help the shaky breath she took as she tried to blink away the tears forming. “I should have gone to find him, sir. Instead, i had been tending those wounded on the dance floor as the family I served were taken away to clean up. In specific had that prince fall on my feet so I felt bad and tended to the blood I saw.” She remarked, her teeth slightly gritted. She was upset. It was a mixture of regret and anger. “God, I should have made sure the King wasn’t alone. i can’t believe his guards had no idea what was happening.” She retorted. 

"Who or what do you personally suspect could have contributed to the unfortunate demise of the Italian king?" 

Ilaria looked up from her tissue. The fact that she was upset already didn’t help that fact that she felt almost disgusted by his remark. “Quite frankly, I believe we should have started with his guards. How dare they leave him alone?” She began, though the logic was somewhat sound. “Second, the fact that they allowed the King to go into the maze so late is tres bizarre, no?” She asked, with the little bit of french she knew. “I just-” She paused, and looking at the man. He seemed so uninterested, and she decided to drop all the complaints she had within her. “I believe it was definitely something planned out, and Im afraid I can’t even trust my own fellow ladies and sir that are staffed. we love our King, but these foreign lands have made some people radical.” She expressed, her voice getting quieter. “this person must have been powerful, I couldn’t imagine anyone else who is able to blind us so.” she remarked. 

"How did you personally feel about Italy's position in the last five years to six years?" 

“I truly believed we were doing so well. Even with the plague, we had been thriving under it all. I joined right before the plague hit and I could only tell how well we are treated, how endeared the family is by us. I never went one day where I resented them” the lies falling from her lips seemed far too natural. “Im only afraid of what will happen to the family. The Orsini’s can be hard to understand but they are wonderful people. The functioned so well together, as if their world wasn’t so chaotic. I admire them for it. I just hope they dont break with this loss.” She stated, a couple of tears forming and her using her tissue to wipe them away.

"What reasons would you have to harm the king, if any?"

Ilaria looked at the sir, as her eyes held the utmost disgust for the man. yet, the sweetness in her voice almost made one forget what her eyes pierced within a man’s body. “i dont have any reason to harm my King, sir. the only thing I would supposed that made me upset was how little he took care of himself. you know, mentally. however, that isn’t enough to kill a man over.” She remarked, looking back at the man’s notebooks and sighing for a second. “that man has been sweet to me when I didn’t deserve it, i can only hope he has the most blessed afterlife.”

[dawnflooded]

1642hqstask: 001 - Sefu Tesfave

La Roche was a small man, unassuming and rather plain looking despite his name and its meaning. There was nothing rock like about that man but it was his name none the less. Perhaps that was what made him an effective spy master here in the french court and why when he stepped into a room quietly filled with opulent and lavish surroundings few if any paid attention to him. When he spoke though in a thick french accent the voice was not mousey or projecting meekness. It was a voice that commanded respect even here. Gesturing to the seat before him he motions for your character to sit as he begins his line of questioning. Even if well acquainted to members of his own court he asks the same. Whether you take the seat is your choice but the unassuming La Roche begins to ask questions and scribble down the answers not once looking up from their notations..

Sefu was in no mood to embroil himself in another life-threatening political kerfuffle, there was plenty of that back home, and he was not at all willing to be charitable and consider the precarious position of their hosts. He hoped this wouldn’t take long, he’d rather be anywhere but there, and honestly, he’d rather be at home with all its broiling dangers and problems he couldn’t solve – at least that was familiar territory, at least if he were to die, he’d be in his own country.  

“You have been summoned here this day at the behest of the French court for an interview and we appreciate your cooperation at this time. Can you please state for official records your name, age and court position?”

“Sefu Tesfave, thirty, crown prince of Ethiopia.”

“Prior to the debacle of the dance floor where had you been?”

He paused for a moment. “I was on the terrace, taking some fresh air. I didn’t see the commotion, but I heard it and returned inside posthaste.”

“Had you noticed anything during that ordeal that seemed personally amiss to you other than the obvious?”

“No – there were others on the terrace, but I don’t recall seeing anyone out on the grounds.” he sighed. “But then again, it was nighttime,” Sefu amended with a shrug.

“Where were you when the body of the Italian king was discovered and where there witnesses to where you were at the time?”

“I was with my family. I wanted to make sure my sisters were all right before retiring to bed.”

“Who or what do you personally suspect could have contributed to the unfortunate demise of the Italian king?”

“I’m not familiar enough with European politics to make assumptions,” he was aware his answers were short and clipped, but then again, he didn’t want to be there. “I’m confident your physicians can provide some form of answer to that.”

“How did you personally feel about Italy’s position in the last five years to six years?”

“I was focusing on my own country, international politics took rather of a backseat under the circumstances. I had heard they hadn’t been as impacted as other kingdoms, but the news from Europe were vague at the best of times.”

“What reasons would you have to harm the king, if any?”

Sefu shook his head. “None I can think of. We came here in hopes of making allegiances – if anything, my reasons would have led me to try and befriend the man, not harm him.”

Upon the answer of your final question La Roche looks up from his notes to raise his hand before clearing his throat to make a small statement. “Please understand we do require you to stay here on the ground while we are conduction our investigation and that any plans involving travel in the immediate future be cancelled. The French court will handle this matter but we may require your further cooperation. Please send in the next individual, we will keep apprised of our findings once we are concluded” With that he bids you farewell and one can’t help but wonder do they truly suspect murder or is it the plague returned?

Without a word of farewell, Sefu left the room with the decidedly uncomfortable impression this had been a massive waste of time. There was bound to be quite a lot of that in the coming days. He clamped down on his worries with an effort, and paused at an intersection of corridors, ostensibly to get his bearings, inwardly just buying himself a few more seconds to just think and take a deep breath.