17-12-2003, 14:21
The Rogue Nation of the Pink Fluffy Bunny...
Located within the region known as the 0 M16h7y P3n6u1n N4710n...
It seemed like the perfect spot, and it sounded like the best idea in the world as Angel sat here in her chair. Those legs curled up onto the seat while her butt rested upon her thighs. Long strands of perfectly silver blonde hair sweaping down along her shoulders and caught up into smooth waves of their silver gold appearance. That dress remniscent of a empireal dress in, which the empresses of Japan would wear during the feudal times with just one or two adjustments to make it more modern. The pink lips of hers touched caught themselves up in a smirk as she looked upon the map on her deck along with any other little tools and untensils. One didn't have to look to hard to find the playfulness within the perfectly blue hues that seemed rather, heavenly in appearance.
"So, I work for this nation, under some crazy ruler?" Angel's voice was softly touched with that accent.
"Yes, Miss Angel." Replied the voice on the speaker phone. "You're working with The Rogue Nation of the Pink Fluffy Nation under the order of the leader as a diplomat. Make sure you play nice with other nations now."
"Aw...but what's life without a few explosions." Angel said with a pout.
"Nothing, but the leader strongly warns against any military actions at this time."
"Oh, fine."
"Angel."
"What?"
"How about a lunch meeting?"
"Go..." Grinning to herself with the statement on mind before chuckling rather sadistically. "No thank you. Now go tell your leader I'll play diplomat and make sure nothing goes wrong."
"ALright."
*click*
The phone on the other end hung up, and just a few moments after that she stood up with the black lengths of silk skirts flowing out across the ground along with those silver gold locks, which were far more longer then her own form. Obviously this girl wasn't going to be your average run of the mill, diplomat. Maybe that's what the nation saw in her, oh well.
She walked over to the window in that room while looking out over the city while the sounds of death metal came ringing in her ears. Sole Drive, was the band name, and what sweet music it was to her ears. Just like Mozart.
"Now I know I have an appointment soon. Who was that guy, or girl, or whatever again?"
OOC: Yeah, I'm roleplaying a Diplomat to my own nation...how cute. Um, I dunno how anyone can respond to this, but I figure someone can do something. I sorta left it open for someone to snatch up.
Located within the region known as the 0 M16h7y P3n6u1n N4710n...
It seemed like the perfect spot, and it sounded like the best idea in the world as Angel sat here in her chair. Those legs curled up onto the seat while her butt rested upon her thighs. Long strands of perfectly silver blonde hair sweaping down along her shoulders and caught up into smooth waves of their silver gold appearance. That dress remniscent of a empireal dress in, which the empresses of Japan would wear during the feudal times with just one or two adjustments to make it more modern. The pink lips of hers touched caught themselves up in a smirk as she looked upon the map on her deck along with any other little tools and untensils. One didn't have to look to hard to find the playfulness within the perfectly blue hues that seemed rather, heavenly in appearance.
"So, I work for this nation, under some crazy ruler?" Angel's voice was softly touched with that accent.
"Yes, Miss Angel." Replied the voice on the speaker phone. "You're working with The Rogue Nation of the Pink Fluffy Nation under the order of the leader as a diplomat. Make sure you play nice with other nations now."
"Aw...but what's life without a few explosions." Angel said with a pout.
"Nothing, but the leader strongly warns against any military actions at this time."
"Oh, fine."
"Angel."
"What?"
"How about a lunch meeting?"
"Go..." Grinning to herself with the statement on mind before chuckling rather sadistically. "No thank you. Now go tell your leader I'll play diplomat and make sure nothing goes wrong."
"ALright."
*click*
The phone on the other end hung up, and just a few moments after that she stood up with the black lengths of silk skirts flowing out across the ground along with those silver gold locks, which were far more longer then her own form. Obviously this girl wasn't going to be your average run of the mill, diplomat. Maybe that's what the nation saw in her, oh well.
She walked over to the window in that room while looking out over the city while the sounds of death metal came ringing in her ears. Sole Drive, was the band name, and what sweet music it was to her ears. Just like Mozart.
"Now I know I have an appointment soon. Who was that guy, or girl, or whatever again?"
OOC: Yeah, I'm roleplaying a Diplomat to my own nation...how cute. Um, I dunno how anyone can respond to this, but I figure someone can do something. I sorta left it open for someone to snatch up.