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That juror's name? Robespierre. *dons sunglasses*
La Chanson de la Victoire (The Song of Victory): La Petite Arpenteuse (Non, SV, you are a General of France in the Napoleonic War!)
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Counter-revolutionary sentiment? To the guillotine!
Insufficient revolutionary spirit? Also to the guillotine!
Too much revolutionary spirit? Honhonhon, you can bet that you're going to the guillotine!
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see this is why they should be seperate
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You're still not proving why the independence of the judiciary somehow depends on the relationship between the executive and legislative. You do realize that the legislative in modern parliamentary systems, despite the great amount of influence it has over the executive, doesn't act as the judiciary as well, right?
Fusion of powers - Wikipedia
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and you are not saying why the justice system should not be independent
and when did i say that the justice systems independence depends on the relationship between executive and legislative
i said that to prevent corruption(which is definitely not possible or never will be ) it should be independent so that it remains neutral in all matters
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When did I ever say that the judiciary should not be independent? All this time I've been talking about the executive and legislative, and the relationship between the two, not about their relationship with the judiciary.
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i thougth you were talking about the justice system. did you not?
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So quick question: does anyone want me to write a few more histories about the Hundred Day restoration with Therese and Napoleon? Waterloo, Napoleons return and reunion with Therese? Them rallying the Gande Armee? A great speech before the final campaign?
Quotes by them?
Quotes by them?
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The Hundred Days please
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Okay, but that means the next update (at least my part in it) is will be delayed for a day or two.
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No, that's a future where we lose! Why not write one with a happier ending?
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Because you have to earn that one.
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write about the marriage between therese and napoleon for research purposes of course(not because i want see fluff between those two)
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Uhh... no.
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Ah that's hard I really like you're writing and would love to see more of this possible future of an alternative past.
But at the same time updates are really nice as well.
So I guess do as you feel like? Both a faster update or the hundred days thing would be a good outcome.
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Sure, write it if you want, it's not like I like it or anything, b-baka.
You will get your rest when you've earned it.
I'll be the judge of that, with the dice gods as my witness
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Maybe it depends on how I'm feeling today.
The Emperor Returns (An Alternate Future) (Magoose)
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The Emperor Returns (An Alternate Future)
You knew the man walking in front of the garrison was your husband before you saw him. Marching in front of the column of soldiers, his jacket bellowing in the wind, his hat firmly placed on his head, and the sparkle of the Legion DE Honor was shining brightly on his chest, the only medal in the world that he had not given himself, but rather, you gave to him, after Austerlitz, for his amazing victory against the enemy forces.
The same Medal he gave you after you saved his life in Italy, all those years ago.
Italy… all those years and it was Italy where Napoleon came into his own… truly. Corsica was a taste of his talents. Toulon another flash of brilliance… But Italy was where the man you met, became a legend that could not be stopped.
His pride had made him bold, but he never lost sight of his humanity, nor his duty to the republic, and to France.
Perhaps in many ways, it made him realize the path he needed to walk. He believed in himself, and made others believe in him as well.
You are no stranger to the aura that he had, but even it has its limits. You did not follow him blindly, like so many others had. You had a critical eye to his plans, his wants, his desires. His ambition.
You had confronted him when you learned he would take power, taking the finest men in the whole world, loyal to France with you, to confront him, and if needed, kill him.
But he did not have fear, and he was not angry at you, in his eyes, it was clear that only one thing was on his mind.
Power, Power and glory, that could be gained under him, and him alone.
It was enough even for you to falter, in your will, and follow him, to see him crowned emperor, and you Empress shortly after.
It had gone against everything you had stood for, everything that you fought and bled on the battlefield for was soon about to be forgotten in pageantry, in titles, in lands and the total control that only a man ordained by god could have.
By god, or his fellow man.
You had worked quickly, gathering your allies and remembering the great idealism that had flowed through your veins as a young girl.
You wished for the people of France to never be held in Tyranny again.
Tallyrand, and other republican and France loving statesmen came with you with to Face Napoleon. You and an army, with one demand.
"The Republic will stay, the Estates shall reform and the People of France, will be heard… or nothing of your empire shall remain."
It was the only time you saw fear in Napoleon's eyes, as he stared upon you as the true believer you were in the ideas of Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité.
He agreed. The only concession being the code that you only saw once. The code of Napoleon.
The code you felt proud of in supporting.
The republic may have been defanged, but it was not destroyed as you feared. Napoleon could lead his armies, and even dictat matters of state.
But the Revolution never lost… never was stamped out as you feared.
But the Ancient Regime threatened that, and there was nothing you could do about it, nothing but weep and serve the nation you strived to see as the republic.
You were reassigned to the Southern Garrison, with only a few thousand men. You wished to serve France as best as you could… but you could not.
You wished to see it back to the republic that you knew it wanted to be.
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Napoleon marched to the front and you saw his face smile as he saw you. His men were ready to kill French killing French, but he waved his hand down, his soldiers shouldering their weapons, relaxing.
Your men did no such thing. They looked to you, but you could do nothing but stare at the man.
He held his hand up, and your officers raised their swords. Your men prepared to fire, even as Napoleon continued to stride forward.
"Soldiers of the Fifth!" His voice carried the same strength as before he abdicated. He was strong, but you saw his hand shake. And tears were beneath his eyes. "Do you recognize me?"
Your husband was still the same short man he always was, though he was just a little fatter, and a little older than when you last saw him, all those months ago. He looked weary, and his face was that of an aged man.
But his posture betrayed anything but. He was full of energy, and even as he sounded tired, he could quickly come up with something. Anything in a moment.
The weapons of your soldiers were still pointed at Napoleon. Squarely at your husband's chest.
"If, you wish to kill your emperor." There was a small pause, and a laugh. "Here I am."
No… That blasted fool. You were about to move forward when he looked forward, past the soldiers, past the cannons…
All he could focus on was you.
You were the only one who would decide. No one else. Not god, not fate, not even the soldiers who pointed their weapons at him.
It was you he was talking too It was you, where he wanted the confirmation of his own love… or was it his own pride.
Or maybe it was both.
"FIRE!" He shouted, his voice echoing across the whole world, it seemed. Your heart skipped a beat, and everyone, knowingly or unknowingly, looked back to you.
And you said the only words that came to mind. "Vive la France."
"VIVE LA FRANCE!" Your men shouted as the army broke ranks and ran towards their emperor. Their screams and shouts were in celebration.
Cries of Emperor, Napoleon, General, Marshal were heard from all around.
Napoleon waved to the men but never getting close to his men, walking through the line, towards you.
Members of the Old Guard were pushing the celebrating men away, so that he could see you.
He stood before you and the horse you rode on. "Thérèse."
You drew your pistol and pointed it at him. "Give me one reason not to kill you?" You said quietly.
"Because France will fall without me. If you allow the Ancient Regime to kill me, all you have worked for would be for naught." He replied.
"And what of me Napoleon?" you asked, "What of me?"
"You are the only one who believed in the revolution to let ambition blind you to what was truly needed for France. You are the only one who stopped me from going too far… to become the Ancient Regime." He stated.
He paused, and bowed his head to you. "You are the only one who still burns bright, with the fire of the Revolution. The Revolution is the only thing that can save france. And I need you to help me do that."
Your hands trembled, and the gun slowly fell from your hands. "Help me save France Thérèse Auclair-Bonaparte. Marshal of France, and the woman I love and call my Empress."
There was nothing more to say, as you dismount your horse. Nothing more needed to be said, as you hugged Napoleon.
It was a moment you wished lasted forever.
AN: Or I just decided to make Napoleon's seizure of Power 100 times more heartwarming.
I can just imagine the movie scenes being made. Just think of the awesomeness and awws that it would produce.
Also Damn I wrote this in an hour, you may get a Paris scene next.
You knew the man walking in front of the garrison was your husband before you saw him. Marching in front of the column of soldiers, his jacket bellowing in the wind, his hat firmly placed on his head, and the sparkle of the Legion DE Honor was shining brightly on his chest, the only medal in the world that he had not given himself, but rather, you gave to him, after Austerlitz, for his amazing victory against the enemy forces.
The same Medal he gave you after you saved his life in Italy, all those years ago.
Italy… all those years and it was Italy where Napoleon came into his own… truly. Corsica was a taste of his talents. Toulon another flash of brilliance… But Italy was where the man you met, became a legend that could not be stopped.
His pride had made him bold, but he never lost sight of his humanity, nor his duty to the republic, and to France.
Perhaps in many ways, it made him realize the path he needed to walk. He believed in himself, and made others believe in him as well.
You are no stranger to the aura that he had, but even it has its limits. You did not follow him blindly, like so many others had. You had a critical eye to his plans, his wants, his desires. His ambition.
You had confronted him when you learned he would take power, taking the finest men in the whole world, loyal to France with you, to confront him, and if needed, kill him.
But he did not have fear, and he was not angry at you, in his eyes, it was clear that only one thing was on his mind.
Power, Power and glory, that could be gained under him, and him alone.
It was enough even for you to falter, in your will, and follow him, to see him crowned emperor, and you Empress shortly after.
It had gone against everything you had stood for, everything that you fought and bled on the battlefield for was soon about to be forgotten in pageantry, in titles, in lands and the total control that only a man ordained by god could have.
By god, or his fellow man.
You had worked quickly, gathering your allies and remembering the great idealism that had flowed through your veins as a young girl.
You wished for the people of France to never be held in Tyranny again.
Tallyrand, and other republican and France loving statesmen came with you with to Face Napoleon. You and an army, with one demand.
"The Republic will stay, the Estates shall reform and the People of France, will be heard… or nothing of your empire shall remain."
It was the only time you saw fear in Napoleon's eyes, as he stared upon you as the true believer you were in the ideas of Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité.
He agreed. The only concession being the code that you only saw once. The code of Napoleon.
The code you felt proud of in supporting.
The republic may have been defanged, but it was not destroyed as you feared. Napoleon could lead his armies, and even dictat matters of state.
But the Revolution never lost… never was stamped out as you feared.
But the Ancient Regime threatened that, and there was nothing you could do about it, nothing but weep and serve the nation you strived to see as the republic.
You were reassigned to the Southern Garrison, with only a few thousand men. You wished to serve France as best as you could… but you could not.
You wished to see it back to the republic that you knew it wanted to be.
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Napoleon marched to the front and you saw his face smile as he saw you. His men were ready to kill French killing French, but he waved his hand down, his soldiers shouldering their weapons, relaxing.
Your men did no such thing. They looked to you, but you could do nothing but stare at the man.
He held his hand up, and your officers raised their swords. Your men prepared to fire, even as Napoleon continued to stride forward.
"Soldiers of the Fifth!" His voice carried the same strength as before he abdicated. He was strong, but you saw his hand shake. And tears were beneath his eyes. "Do you recognize me?"
Your husband was still the same short man he always was, though he was just a little fatter, and a little older than when you last saw him, all those months ago. He looked weary, and his face was that of an aged man.
But his posture betrayed anything but. He was full of energy, and even as he sounded tired, he could quickly come up with something. Anything in a moment.
The weapons of your soldiers were still pointed at Napoleon. Squarely at your husband's chest.
"If, you wish to kill your emperor." There was a small pause, and a laugh. "Here I am."
No… That blasted fool. You were about to move forward when he looked forward, past the soldiers, past the cannons…
All he could focus on was you.
You were the only one who would decide. No one else. Not god, not fate, not even the soldiers who pointed their weapons at him.
It was you he was talking too It was you, where he wanted the confirmation of his own love… or was it his own pride.
Or maybe it was both.
"FIRE!" He shouted, his voice echoing across the whole world, it seemed. Your heart skipped a beat, and everyone, knowingly or unknowingly, looked back to you.
And you said the only words that came to mind. "Vive la France."
"VIVE LA FRANCE!" Your men shouted as the army broke ranks and ran towards their emperor. Their screams and shouts were in celebration.
Cries of Emperor, Napoleon, General, Marshal were heard from all around.
Napoleon waved to the men but never getting close to his men, walking through the line, towards you.
Members of the Old Guard were pushing the celebrating men away, so that he could see you.
He stood before you and the horse you rode on. "Thérèse."
You drew your pistol and pointed it at him. "Give me one reason not to kill you?" You said quietly.
"Because France will fall without me. If you allow the Ancient Regime to kill me, all you have worked for would be for naught." He replied.
"And what of me Napoleon?" you asked, "What of me?"
"You are the only one who believed in the revolution to let ambition blind you to what was truly needed for France. You are the only one who stopped me from going too far… to become the Ancient Regime." He stated.
He paused, and bowed his head to you. "You are the only one who still burns bright, with the fire of the Revolution. The Revolution is the only thing that can save france. And I need you to help me do that."
Your hands trembled, and the gun slowly fell from your hands. "Help me save France Thérèse Auclair-Bonaparte. Marshal of France, and the woman I love and call my Empress."
There was nothing more to say, as you dismount your horse. Nothing more needed to be said, as you hugged Napoleon.
It was a moment you wished lasted forever.
AN: Or I just decided to make Napoleon's seizure of Power 100 times more heartwarming.
I can just imagine the movie scenes being made. Just think of the awesomeness and awws that it would produce.
Also Damn I wrote this in an hour, you may get a Paris scene next.
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Well a judge can marry people, but you need TWO witnesses.
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You know, know that I think about it, in WW2 under Vichy France, Joan de Arc became the national symbol of France, I think that Therese would make an excellent symbol of Free France, a modern debate could be something like, "Therese Auclair or Joan de Arc, the national woman of France?"
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I see someone has been playing too much Napoleon TW
Very! Here's uhh... *rolls dice* 367 points.
The same cannot be said of me, unfortunately.
Well of course a judge can marry people; they're not priests!
The Revolution will be eternal! The fires of change shall burn eternal, and the decrepit foundations of the old regime will make way for the new!
It matters not who deludes themselves into leading France, nor the revolution, as the People hold ultimate power!
You have gained: Eternal Revolution - Morale cannot break.
Oh right, Voting is Closed! Plan Hammer wins!
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I have. So no complaining.I see someone has been playing too much Napoleon TW
Pah... I could have been better then.
After Tomorrow, I'm free, so we can kick ass on the update together.
When Therese Dies:
France Gains Trait: The Mother of Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité: The Nation of France Mourns the death of one of her Greatest Hero, Thérèse Auclair. Her duty to the Nation of France, and to the Republic are an inspiration to all the French in the world. No matter where they are, or who they once were, She shall never fade away from memory.
(In the Eyes of History, Thérèse Auclair is one of the greatest figures of France, second only to Napoleon in accomplishments on and off the field of battle during the Napoleonic Era. Her rising to the very top of the world, despite being a commoner and a woman has created a legend that may never fade to memory. For the remainder of France's history as a nation, her memory will give a +20 to all rolls in wars in the defense of the Nation, and a +50 to the rolls when fighting to restore France.
France may now go down the Path of Egalite: Where all of the French, forign or otherwise, may live freely together in France. French woman can now join the French Army. French woman can now join the Parliment of France. +3 to all Population rolls for the next fifty years.
Prepare for Thérèse to be the most popular girls name in France for the next twenty.)
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A man named "Disney," I believe.
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Perhaps instead of Marianne as the woman of France, its Therese instead.