NationStates Jolt Archive

The preperations were made months in advance. Security was incredibly tight and unless you lived in Manhatten or belonged to one of the Emergency Services departments, you werent going to get in easily. Cops patrolled the city subways heavily and trains inside of the twenty four hour city were actually stopped after 12pm. Throughout Manhatten, the police in conjuction with the military patrolled the streets. Tonight would literally be the safest night in Manhatten history. All of this was for one event as well. A regional party. Something which had never actually happened before. Invitations were sent out only to those who were in the same region. This included embassy staff of other regions but the party mostly catered to regionmates.

At JFK International Airport, motorcades waited. Two dozen, as they were unsure of the methods of arrival for the dignitaries. If anyone arrived by boat, they would be directed to the Staten Island Naval Station where another two dozen motorcades waited, and if by Helicopter they would land at the 34th Street Heliport in Manhatten where yet another two dozen limos waited. However as they were already on the fortress island they didnt need the motorcade.

King Gregory was the host of this extravagent affair and he was dressed the part. It was billed to be a nice pre-Summer evening in central park, on the fabled Great Lawn itself surrounded by trees grass, and in the distance the tall buildings of NYC which drowned out the stars with their light but created a whole new atmosphere themselves. This ball was an attempt not so much at a party, but to make amends with another nation in the region. It was a rather forced amends but still none the less had to be done. It was a cloud filled night, a fog hanging high over the city, it was caused by the humid night which Greg hoped wouldnt dampen peoples moods.

On the Great Lawn there was complete darkness, except for the light provided from the buildings around the park, and lit tourches which were scattered around. A tent had been set up with portable air conditioning attached should people need relief from the humid night. Drinks were located in the tent as well as seating and proper lighting. On the outside though telescopes were set up, as well as makeshift dance floor, with a nearby band playing soft music. Even if no one showed up Gregory would treat himself to a comfortable evening.

Unsure what to expect, Aikanáro stepped out of the carriage. If it could be called that. More had been seen this night than Aicassenóre was likely to develop in years. To their credit, however, the Aicassenórean party had managed not to reveal too much of their surprise, even when their boat had first drawn near to this city of lights. Everything was so different here though, and he was sure one of them would slip up sooner or later, and cause their new regionmates to think the Aicassenóreans ill-educated at best.

Smiling, he led the small delegation towards the tent. King Gregory, the host of this event, was waiting there. He paused a moment, in case anyone wished to venture any last-minute advice. Sure enough, the diplomatic team understood his signal, and Lómiel stepped forward.

'Do be careful,' she whispered. 'At the first sign of trouble, we leave.' Aikanáro understood Lómiel's words. His foster-daughter shared his quick temper, and knew that this was neither the time nor the place to enter into any heated debates. Lómiel's hand went to the hilt of her sword meaningfully, and Aikanáro frowned. Did Lómiel have some other agenda here tonight? He fixed his gaze upon her, and said, 'I am certain you will enjoy meeting all of our allies here tonight, little Lómiel.'

Understanding, she returned to her place in the delegation. Aikanáro did not blame her for her reaction. She was young, and all this must be frightening to her. Still, he would not risk anything for the sake of Lómiel's fears.

That taken care of, Aikanáro walked forward, and bowed to King Gregory, greeting him in traditional Aicassenórean fashion. 'Elen síla lumenn' omentielvo.' Hoping his recent English lessons had served their purpose, he translated haltingly. 'It is a greeting among our people. It means "a star shines upon the hour of our meeting." It is an honor to meet with you here.'

"And greetings to you as well your Majesty." Gregory returned the bow in kind, and extended an arm to the foreign leader. "I hope you find yourselves at home tonight. Feel free to ask any of the attendants here for anything which you may desire and they shall try their best in order to bring it to you." Gregory was flanked on either side by his own little private delegation. Two men,both military officers of some signifficance stood to his left and to his right. They didnt move, and aside from blink on occassion were expressionless. Gregory would confer with them later on their thoughts of the other regional leaders, but they were there for a completely different purpose. Later on it would be explained. But for right now, they matched their soverign in uniform except for the rank insignia.

"Please, while the other guests have yet to arrive allow me to engage you and your dignitaries in conversation..please do tell me of the country you come from. It is rare that I find myself able to leave this country hence I tend to throw these kind of parties every season or couple of seasons to keep myself in contact personally with other leaders....last time we held a party it was in a tropical paradise..but enough of thats in the past..and in the future as well..I'll explain that later.." He was a fast talker, eager and curious. It had been awhile since he had met someone from a nation outside of the circle of regulars he normally associated with. He looked from the King over the rest of the delegation noting the swords and the makeup of the party, he'd figure they'd fall right in with everyone else.

Shaking hands, Aikanáro did his best to keep up with the human's rapid speech. 'Thank you. I am sure we will have a pleasant evening. You are correct, it is important to keep in contact. Of course, I know that national affairs take priority, as well they should.'

While speaking, he observed the king and his retinue acutely. They wore some kind of uniform, he noted. Quite different to the ceremonial robes of his people. Could it be that they had already anticipated something going wrong? Nothing had been reported regarding disturbances, but these men did appear dressed for war. Perhaps it was a custom of theirs, he rationalized. He said nothing.

When asked about Aicassenóre, he relaxed somewhat. This was something he had prepared for. He began, his speech just as rapidly as Gregory's, but for entirely different reasons. He had no wish to lose track of thought, particularly in an alien language. 'You have never been to Aicassenóre, I take it? It is a land of greenery, of scenic beauty. There are few large cities, for the most part our population is rural.' About to launch into a discussion of Aicassenórean history, he paused. This man was mortal, to talk about more than the past few centuries or so would unsettle him. He decided to skim briefly over the subject. 'I have ruled Aicassenóre since the last of the Great Wars, and since then we have lived mostly in isolation, growing in peace and prosperity. Now, however, we believe it is time to create an international presence for ourselves.'

Careful not to reveal anything that might later be compromising, Aikanáro looked to Gregory. A tall and serious figure, the Aicassenórean leader conveyed the dignity of his nation, and despite being so out of place in the park in Manhattan, no sign was given of his anxiety. 'We are a small nation, and not yet globally competitive, but we believe that in time, we can develop. More importantly, we believe in aryulimasse, failie, ar mirimasse.' The linguistic lapse was unintentional, as this motto was as second nature to him now. Hastily, he amended, 'To you, that would mean 'equality, justice, and freedom.'

Aikanáro supposed it was perhaps unusual to speak of a quasi-political agenda so early on in their meeting, but they would soon learn that he was not one to hide his ideals for fear of offending.

What the hell is the point.

"No I have never been to Aicassenóre. Maybe one day in the future. My travel experience has been rather limited to several nations. We've made plenty an enemy and my security chief gets paraniod and sleepless everytime I plan a trip outside of the nation. So to save his sanity, and hair I tend to do my buisness affairs from here. He showed none of the uptightness the Elven king was showing. He had learned to tolerate it with the others of his kind he had delt with. A politican at heart he kept a wide smile on his face nodding his head slightly as he committed to memory key parts of what was said.

He picked up however on the words a small nation, not yet globally competitive, and he sensed an opportunity in the making. He wouldnt seize it yet though. He'd play the polite host. For now. "Equality, justice and freedom. Sounds much like what we value. I sense we have more in common than first meets the eye. " He flashed his trademark political smile and began to speak once more, "My nation is considered a global power, we pride ourselves on the fact our people have the freedom to do what they wish how they wish it, in lives which vary greatly form one another. Yet we treat them all equally and ensure those freedoms are always well protected. Please, allow me to escort you to the tent." Turning Gregory began to walk down a small stone path, obviously laid down for this occassion as it went directly to the tent.

If the Elves were truely observant they'd notice a fourth man. In the back, also in uniform. A metal breifcase was chained to his wrist and unlike Gregory and the two other Officers with him, this man was armed with a pistol. Gregory stepped inside of the tent first, and openned his arms out, it was lavish. Ice sculputures, and champange fountains, it was an exercise in decadence rarely seen inside of the country. Gregory was definately out to impress upon the other nations of the region the lavishness of NYNJ. This was as much an exercise to strengthen the unity of the population as it was an exercise in expanding the nations overall influence.

*Tag* for future reference...

-Ruhrian DIA Agent

It didn’t take long for potential trouble to turn up. Valsharess Vailphi Zauaphin stepped out of one of the limos provided along with two other Ilythiiri, another female, and one male. They had arrived into the nation by airplane and not any ordinary plane at that. It was a military transport plane which had undergone some modifications to house Vailphi and her hand-picked entourage comfortably with a squad of troops. The military forces have been left behind, and there hasn’t been a single incident since Vailphi had left the airport and her arrival at Central Park. They seem to be behaving.

In fact, Vailphi was smiling. Her perfect white teeth were showing, contrasting with her dark, Drowish skin. She was wearing a long, heavy wool coat. It was left open, and it was possible to see the red, velvet shirt underneath, and black pants made of a suede-like material. Her hands were bare, save for the fact that they seemed to sparkle from flecks of glitter. Usually on an occasion like this, she would wear gloves, but not tonight. The other Ilythiiri woman was dressed in a similar fashion though wore a midnight blue shirt. The man also had one of these coats, but kept it buckled. He also carried a wrapped box.

Vailphi scanned the park for the host, and saw that he was already engaged in conversation. With an elf no less. Vailphi walked towards them, flanked by the other two Drow.

“Ussta Valsharess, tlu kyone. Uss del mina uriu sarolen,” the male warned Vailphi, spotting the armed individual.

“I know, Teblyn. So do you. And speak their tongue. I didn’t make you learn it for nothing,” Vailphi replied softly, but sternly. A few more steps and they were in reach of the two men locked in conversation. “Ah, the good host at last. I thought I’d never find you,” she said in a friendly manner. She smiled to Gregory, and nodded; then did the same for Aikanáro. Vailphi was behaving quite well for someone who has the reputation for being less-than-friendly most of the time.

Did the Drow take manner lessons from Siri... Gregory mused to himself while smiling back to the new guest and bowing politely to her. His right hand extending forward toward the woman as he approached her with a confident stride. "Welcome to the Kingdom of New York and New Jersey. I'm glad you were able to attend. We've heard of the troubles you've been having in your nation and we were unsure if you'd be able to make it. Rest easy though, nothing bad shall happen to you here, otherwise I shall forefit my own life. I am also glad you took my word and brought a small group and not a heavily armed one. The less people with weapons here the better." Gregory flashed his politicans smile and turned to look over toward Aikanáro and his small group.

"I'd like to introduce you, your highness to the leader of the nation of the Drow, Valsharess Vailphi Zauaphin." Standing between the two groups he honestly hoped nothing bad would happen tonight. The ceremonial guard was equipped to handle most problems, but he didnt want to resort to that. He'd play the diplomat tonight and if he needed to he'd be the enforcer himself. But he was the good host and he kept the smile, and kept up with the pleasentries. "Valsharess, when you can spare a moment, I wish to address you in private. However for the moment, please feel free to mingle. Hopefully the other guests are not far behind you."

The airspace gravshuttle of the Aelosian Diplomatic Corp landed in a pad near the park, after asking for all the proper permissions. The white and blue symbol of the Thingol House gleamed in the front hatch of the eldar designed ship as the graceful figure of the vessel touched the ground, the hatch opening seconds afterwards.

Out of the opening a red carpet was extended to cover the front of the shuttle before the Princess Aliria D'Hyru came out of the vessel, a broad smile in her lips, dressed in one of her typical victorian looking outfits. This one a bright white one with proper jewelry and careful adorments in the form of silvery runes all along the dress, the usual silky gloves up to her elbows.

She was accompanied just by a pair of attendants, none of them guards of any sort, or at least they didn't look like military personnel. The first one was a delicate, blonde elf of clear mixed sindar-noldor heritage, really young, who was taking the right hand of the Princess as they walked down the platform. The another one was an old elf with a really nasty looking scar across his left cheek, who was looking to the surroundings with a careful stare, dressed in sober, serious dark clothings.

"I'm here, friends of the elvenkind. It's a pleasure and an honor to place my humble feet in your blessed land again", said the Princess in her usual and smooth tone of voice.

Marc Newells, the Liverpool England foreign affairs minister, stepped out of his limo and headed in Gregory's direction. On noticing he was occupied, Newells started looking around.... [quick post-and-tag]

Gregory's face lit up upon seeing an actual friendly face. His arms going wide open he crossed the short distance from where he stood and embraced Aliria in a hug before stepping back once more. "Ah Princess, thank you for gracing us with your pressence. I hope your flight here was smooth. Really though you should have landed at the local heliport. I'm sure to here some complaint from my Security Advisor when this is all over." Leading Aliria forward he extended his arm to the side and waved it over toward the two other leaders who had assembled in the part already making the standard introductions between the two who where here and the one which had already arrived.

"I hope you all enjoy the party, please inform me if any of you require anything..." Stepping back slightly from the trio he bowed to them slightly and turned walking away with one of his military officers. The third remaining behind to mingle and play host in Gregory's stead. Gregory himself went to make a check of the security posts in and around the park. He wanted this park to be the safest place on the planet. This meant personally inspecting the troops to make sure no one was asleep at the job. Of course it would appear to be rather strange as Gregory disappeared into darkened areas.

Lady ‘Ambassador’ Luinthelë nos Ancalimë luxuriated in the soft leather seat of the limousine, reading up, somewhat frantically, on New York and Jersy’s history. She didn’t after all want to seem ill educated in matters of history. This United States of America was quite interesting too, and she found it a rather fascinating read.

She wasn’t quite used to this luxurious treatment yet though, and even so, she liked it. She had managed to find herself a nice, yet plain white dress, that flowed across her form quite well. She brushed it a little, checking it over one last time, and then put the Condensed History of New York down, and looked out of the window, and watched the streets and people, regrettably rather deserted due to the security go by with a happy little smile. She’d enjoyed ‘Queen’s’ more – though she didn’t quite know what queen the name had referred to, but she had preferred the suburbs nonetheless.

She’d rather liked Manhattan though, the buildings were actually quite impressive at night, criss-crossed by various air vehicles. There were some very impressive buildings, including a matched pair which the history text had mentioned as the rebuilt “World Trade Centre.” She’d have to make a point of spending the night and going shopping tomorrow.

She smiled again as they pulled up at the park, and, suited minion in tow, gracefully emerged from the luxurious car, and looked around, she way just a little intimidated by the environment, but managed not to show it.

A Rhemite shuttle touched down beside the Aelosian one. It's side sported the star of Bajon. The hatch opened and 3 Figures walked down from the door.

"Greetings. We come on behalf of Rhem and Bajon." said the leader of the group. "I am Elrohir nos Thranduil, Elvenking of Rhem and heir to the throne of Bajon."

'A most impressive city.' Elrohir thought to himself. His white robes blew in the cool breeze.

After contacting the New York and Jersey government, the Premier and his wife quickly had suits tailored for the event. As they landed at the airport, they quickly walked to their motorcade, smiling as they went, accompanied by three guards armed only with pistols that were kept with the safety on and unloaded at the time, and they made a point to tell King Gregory when they arrived at Central Park.

As Premier Boris Kasparov, and his wife Ivana, stepped out of their limousine, again accompanied by the three guards. Boris Kasparov, a man with black hair and bright green eyes, stepped out looking his best. Dressed in a deep blue suit and a bright, red tie, he looked around cautiously. He then saw the King, and smiled, showing his very white teeth. Ivana stepped out soon after, looking remarkable. Dressed in jewels of diamond with several platinum rings, and long diamond earrings, she smiled her bright white smile. Her brown hair was wrapped into an elegant bun, with a shimmering tiara set firmly in place. Her aqua blue eyes were shining in the reflection of the many lights around. The dress she wore was black, and sparkled magnificently. She finally stood, and walked forward to greet the king as her dress flowed behind her for about two feet or so. Boris walked by her side, and greeted Gregory. "Hello, Your Majesty, it is an honor to be at this esteemed event." He bowed slightly, and introduced his wife. She curtsied slightly, and continued to smile.

Two men in simple unrelieved black, sporting long lightweight black dusters step out of the limo so graciously provided by their host. Simultaneously, two others in black and silver uniforms and long trenchcoats get out on the other side, taking up similar stances. All four wear discrete headsets, and seem to be quietly talking back and forth as they coordinate with a practiced and fluid manner. With a quick look around, the first two step aside, the younger one holding out his hand to Nathicana D’Aquisto of the Dominion as she gracefully steps out of the limo, followed directly after by Emperor Devon Treznor of the nation that bears his name.

He holds out his arm with a crooked smile, dressed impeccably as always in a stylish semi-formal ensemble in his usual colors of black and silver. She accepts with a warm smile just for him in return, dressed herself in a long black broomstick skirt, and a light white cotton peasant-style shirt worn just off the shoulders, the neckline embroidered in a red and black floral design.

The guards move around to flank them, working seamlessly with each other as if having had far too much practice at it. They manage to loom menacingly enough, while at the same time, staying out of the couple’s way as they head toward the main area in the park. One particularly rough fellow in unrelieved black taps out a package of cigarettes, lighting one and keeping it between his lips as they walk, the smell of cloves soon filling the air around him.

“Damn glad I went with the sandals,” Nathicana murmurs. “I’ve never been a fan of pulling my heels out of the ground every other step. I don’t know how some of these ladies put up with it.” Catching sight of Greg, she smiles and heads in that direction. “Ah, there’s our host now. Ready to go meet and greet? I'm sure he's forgiven me for the last trip after all this time. I mean, it wasn't my fault, perse ...”

Treznor chuckles gently and leans over to kiss Nathicana's cheek. "It never is, Red. It never is. Although as I understand it, riding shotgun with the world's most notorious prankster wasn't exactly the best way to stay out of trouble. But I'm sure they've forgotten all about it by now. You know, you never did tell me how that evening finished." He glances at her out of the corner of his eye and winks.

He stands on his tiptoes (which doesn't help much) to attempt to peer around. "Do you know where King Gregory put his pavilion? We ought to announce ourselves and present our gifts. No, I promise no pretentious heraldic gimmicks this time. We can stay low-key, then wander around and be sociable. Maybe we can even get Rene to enjoy herself, if she bothers to show up."

For the love of god..more guests..and a lot of them arent even in the region.., Gregorys head turned from side to side as he looked for his aide-de-camp. He planned at throwing him at the new guests so he could steal away for a few moments to inspect the guard. Jacob...oh Jacob..where in god's name are you? Save me from the pointy ears..Christ help me they maybe my allies, but what I wouldnt give for another human every now and then... Of course Gregory didnt realize that the aide-de-camp 1st Lieutenant Jacob Winters was doing what Gregory had wanted him to. Standing near to where the Bajoni shuttle landed he advanced forward to welcome the heir to the Bajoni nation.

"Welcome to New York and New Jersey, please follow me to the main grounds of the party. We hope you enjoy this function, and if you have any requests please asks one of the nearby attendants and they'll try their best to accomodate you." The Lieutenant was dressed in an olive green military uniform standard of what most of the attendants were wearing.

Back in the park Gregory was no so lucky as he caught sight of not one or two..but four world leaders. In a row. JACOB! Who invited all these people...fvck it was me wasnt it...it probably was.... There was the Premier of Lietuveska and his wife. Oh my god its an actual couple...a world leader can actually be married... "Hello, Your Majesty, it is an honor to be at this esteemed event.", Boris Kasparov said with a smile bigger than Gregory's. Gregory returned the smile and bowed to the both of them, "Welcome, both of you to my country. It is my honor to welcome you to this party. I hope you'll both enjoy your time. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to leave you with an attendant for now I am playing the consumate greeter." Bowing to the both of them, Gregory motioned for one of the attendants to rush over and guide the two leaders further into the park where the party was.

Here we go...Lady D'Aquisto A last name he could flawlessly say in his mind did not translate however into a flawless pronoucement when the time came. "Hello Lady..D'Aquito.." The pause was small but noticable to the observant as he tried to get it out right but failed anyway..he quickly moved on though, "I'm glad you came. There has been a warrent out for your arrest for sometime now. " He let the shock settle in and before Nathi or Emperor Treznor could say anything Gregory raised his hands and shook them from side to side. "Relax, I'm kidding..all is forgiven and forgotten. We just hope you kept the spuds at home, unless you plan on quickly brewing vodka.." Gregory flashed a trademark smile and looked over toward Emperor Treznor extending out a hand toward the gentlemen. "We have not met, it is a pleasure to meet you, I hope you both enjoy your time here at the party."

It was a rather informal thing. There was no real pavillion set up. The closest thing there was for anyone to be able to grab attention was the stage where the band was playing. A continual mix of different musics ranging from elven to country. There were four different bands of a wide variety which took the stage switching up every now and then. Of course there was a microphone for singers but aside from that if someone wanted to get the attention of the guests they'd need one heck of a bellowing voice.

The C'tan envoy was greeted by a young military officer. A special attendant, this one was in the O.S.S. He had been given a breifing on everything NYNJ had in its intelligence banks about the C'tan. Suffice to say everything seen was not everything known and it was more than likely never to be known. The intelligence officer was given this assignment not because he was important, not because he was a rising star, but because a fall guy was needed. Not much was expected to be learned about the C'tan anyway and thus someone needed to take the blame. A young no-body was the perfect patsy. "Welcome to New York and New Jersey ma'am. My name is Lieutenant Maxwell Fields. I'll be your attendant for this party tonight. If you have any questions about customs, or if you have any requests please ask me and I'll attempt to accomodate them."

Treznor does a double-take at the news of an arrest warrant, but visible relaxes when Gregory lets in on the joke. When the time for introduction comes, he steps forward to shake other's hand with the gentle bow of peer to peer.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I took the liberty of bringing a gift, some of the liquid ambrosia supplied by an allied nation to Nathicana and myself: ten-year-old scotch from Iraqstan."

He presents an ornately engraved silver flask, prepared to deliver it to either Gregory or an intermediary as protocol (and paranoia) dictate.

Luinthelë was surprisingly tactile, and practically shot forward to put her arm through Maxwell's. Though she did know a great deal about the C'tan, more than most living people in fact, she had no intention of divulging such knowledge and laughed a little.

"Wonderful," she said, "A guide! So, yes, do tell, all about New York, it seems fascinating. Oh, and what is this party to celebrate precisely anyway?"

The fact that this was a fall guy was lost on her, and she seemed to be quite taken with the lieutenant. She walked off in the direction of the park, with her intelligence officer in tow, and bodyguard a few paces behind.

"Right there, dear, as I said," Nathi says, pointing, even as she nestles a bit closer. "As for how the evening ended, well I'd hardly be much of a lady if I said, yes?" The sarcasm, she's certain, isn't lost on the man.

"Truth, I recall the pursuit being called off on account of they had bigger fish to fry at the time. As for Barry, he was, and continues to be, a complete gentleman. And ye gods, a lot of trouble. You know, he truly has mellowed over the past while. I think all the goings on in the Outsets and the SLAGLands has affected him more than we might think. I ought to ask Shodey about it ..."

Meeting Gregory however, pushes that all from her mind. Her eyes go a bit wide, and she starts to protest, when he reassures her that he's only joking.

<LOS Communications - Devon>
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<< For a moment there he had me wondering ... Christ, wouldn't that have been something, hmm? 'Dread Lady does time in Big Apple'. [grin analog]
}

"I'm glad to hear it's no longer an issue, your Majesty," she says with a wry smile, tactfully avoiding any obvious notice of the slip. "And no, no pranking. I'll be on my best behaviour, promise. And please - just Nathicana, or Nathi. No need for stuffiness with me."

Lowering her voice conspiratorially, she half-whispers. "Truth is, I hate formalities unless they're called for. Save it for when you really need it, I say."

She draws back a bit when he introduces himself to Devon, smiling warmly, and looking around a bit at the park, the other attendees, and of course, the dance floor.

When Treznor has finished his presentation, she snaps her fingers, and the younger of her two guards hands over a dark bottle of wine, which she then offers to Gregory in like manner.

"From my private stores," she says, smiling. "Delacourt, and if I may say, a very good year at that. Thank you again for having us. It's good to be back here after so long."

Marc proceeded towards those who'd just joined. He walked up to King Gregory, whom he had not yet greeted. "Good evening, Your Majesty..." Turning to Nathicana and Treznor, he greeted them as well. "I don't think we've ever met. I'm Marc Newells, the Liverpool England Foreign Minister. This, Your Majesty, or may I call you Gregory? This, is an amazing, amazing.... place. It must have taken very long for your people to set it up."

"You know what, I think I'll take a little stroll around this most beautiful place. I take my leave." With that, Marc went off to familiarise himself with his surroundings.

OOC: I certainly, certainly hope you don't mind me making such short posts, (or, for that matter, even being in this RP) - I'm a little busy, and therefore my posts will be short. My schedule should clear up by the end of the week, though, so by then you'll be seeing longer posts.

Boris and Ivana walked away and peered around. They began whispering into the other's ear, mostly criticizing or praising the fashion of others. They looked around, and tried to find someone to talk to. Ivana eyed Nathicana D'Aquisto and Emperor Treznor, and beckoned her husband to follow. With her most friendly voice, she introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Ivana Kasparov, and this is my husband Boris, Premier of the URHP. A pleasure to meet you two."

Aikanáro observed all of the new arrivals, maintaining his fixed, polite smile. Many of them were Eldar. He doubted any had heard of his land, after it being hidden away so long. They all seemed to know each other, however, and so even now he remained relatively unnoticed.

The rest of the delegation had split up, and seemed to be enjoying the celebration. No doubt they were also gathering what information they could. Quickening his pace, Aikanáro caught up with his foster-daughter.

' Ma ecénielye aiqua ilinquale?' Doubting many here would speak Quenya, he thought this enquiry safe. Lómiel looked at him, and touched her right hand to her left shoulder.

'Lau, ananta sacuvanye sí, ai mérelye?' At Aikanáro's nod, Lómiel turned as if to leave. He stopped her a moment, and smiled genuinely for perhaps the first time in the evening.

'Mapa casta, yentime. Sina ná vinya nóre, enyala.' Aikanáro had had reservations about letting Lómiel accompany him here, but to her credit, she was doing him proud.

Lómiel slipped away into the shadows, carrying out her own investigations of the park, closer to the perimeter. It was obvious that there were reasons for them being here beyond mere social niceties.

Ivana eyed Nathicana D'Aquisto and Emperor Treznor, and beckoned her husband to follow. With her most friendly voice, she introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Ivana Kasparov, and this is my husband Boris, Premier of the URHP. A pleasure to meet you two."

Treznor turns and offers his hand. ¨Ivana. Boris. I´m Devon Treznor, and the beauty allowing me to accompany her is Nathicana. It´s a pleasure to meet you. Forgive my ignorance, but I haven´t encountered the URHP before. Would you enlighten me?¨

Rene felt oddly uncomfortable, passing through the bright lights and tall buildings of New York City. The place was so different from Deep Tsarai or the other subterranean metropoli of Tsaraine! But it was good to get out of her offices in Tsaraine (though it hadn't been so long since the conference at Sfanr-Gden), very good to fly again (which was something she hadn't done in years).

Fate, Spirit and God Above! The last actual party she'd been to had been the Midwinter Bloodfeast in Treznor's Empire, where that young lady, whatshername, had caused such a fuss. The crown was a heavy thing to bear, even the new one she'd had made as Arkhora of the Greater Ascendancy. Rene wondered if her uncle had ever felt it so keenly when he'd worn the Obsidian Crown.


>> We are almost there, Rene.


She nodded, distracted, as the limo pulled to a stop.


<< Time to start acting like a ruler, then.


Next to her in the limo, Kaiten's grin was a flash of white.


>> Always, kto'ka Arkhorako, always! Else who will know, and then where is all your work?


Kaiten exited the vehicle, and extended a hand to help her up. Not that he needed to - thanks to SHODAN's work several years back, she was as hale as she'd been fifty years ago, before the Obsidian Event - but her bodyguard was nothing if not polite.

Rene stood, and looked about for signs of official presence; the place was crowded with diplomats and demagogues and despots and Fate only knew what else, but finding a native one was more difficult.

OOC: Hope you don't mind!

The silver sedan came up to and stopped in line with the other dozen or so cars waiting in line at the entrance. Security was tight, which was good.

Adrianna had never attended a real diplomatic party before, and neither had her date Konoka. Both were a little nervous, but they felt comfortable enough knowing they'd at least be together. Which was no bad thing, despite having only met a few weeks earlier.

The park itself was quite pleasent, though the fog made it a little chilly. But, seeing as both of the ladies hailed from Marshall Island, they barely noticed it. Konoka was looking quite sharp in her black dress uniform of the Federal Army, her Distinguished Service Cross polished brightly. Adrianna, on the other hand, wore a fairly light red dress, with a matching reddish fur overmantle covering her shoulders, fastened by a pair of thin silver chains and clasped with buttons resembling the Indiastani rayed star. They were quite the contrast, Konoka's dark brown hair and black unifrom to Adrianna's red hair and apparel, but what made most people gawk was the fact they seemd to be holding hands while they looked for the gracious host...

Treznor turns and offers his hand. ¨Ivana. Boris. I´m Devon Treznor, and the beauty allowing me to accompany her is Nathicana. It´s a pleasure to meet you. Forgive my ignorance, but I haven´t encountered the URHP before. Would you enlighten me?¨

Boris smiled. "Yes, of course. I shall make the story rather short and brief, so as to not bore you. The URHP,or United Republics of the Hvittsted Pact, was created several weeks ago outside of our capital, Hvittsted. It was a meeting between myself and the leaders of three former Lietuv republics who had seceeded from the nation when our former leader showed ignorance towards their areas after a brief, but devastating invasion by Phyrric. I figured it best to leave these provinces somewhat indepedent, and we have come together under one banner, much like the USSR of the 20th century. While we are nearly communist, I would die before I left my country to the hands of genocide and human rights violaters, be sure of that."

Ivana, however, had been peering around, looking for someone to converse with as the three bodyguards stood closely by. She spotted two elves conversing in Quenya, a language she did not know. After one slipped away, Ivana made her way over to the elf. (This is to Aikanáro of Aicassenore) "Greetings, my name is Ivana Kasparov, wife of Premier Boris Kasparov of the URHP. A pleasure to meet you on this fine evening," she said, holding her very polite smile and bowing slightly.

Another limosine pulled up to the party, and an attendant moved to get the door. Upon looking in and seeing who it was, he tried to offer a hand to help them out. An annoyed voice came from the interior. "Nah, we kin 'andle it. We don't need no help." This was followed by grumbling as the passengers disembarked.

"They think cause we're short we kin't climb outta their vehicles?" the first one out muttered to himself. The one behind him heard it and nudged him.

"Easy Thrain, we're supposed to be here to enjoy a human party," the next one said as he climbed out. Both of the new arrivals outside the car were short, about half the height of a human, and both sported long beards that seemed to begin just under their eyes and reached to their waists. Thrain's was dark brown, while the one chiding him had iron gray hair. Their skin was lined and slightly ruddy, and their eyes were a dark color somewhere between brown and black. Their clothing was a combination of leather and metal, pants and boots made of leather, with mail shirts over their chests, as well as metal greaves and shinguards. The armor was inlaid with gold and jewels, and was obviously more ceremonial than protective.

"Since when do Dwarves need to enjoy human anythings?" Thrain asked. "Durin, yer going to end up like a human sooner 'r later."

King Durin XVIV adjusted the gold brooch holding his cape, the last part of his outfit. The cape was emblazoned with Khuzdul runes, trimmed in gold, and was wide enough to wrap around him like a cloak. Thrain had a similiar garment, though his was trimmed in purple and bore different runes.

"Different world, different times, different people," Durin replied. "We need to know more, and we learn nothin' stayin' under the mountains. We'll be back where we belong soon enough, but fer now try to be at least basically friendly."

Thrain grumbled a little more as he adjusted his axeblaster on his back. Both Thrain and Durin carried the weapons, devices that were a cross between an axe and a firearm. Two foot long shafts mounted with polished sharp double-bladed axeheads, and engraved with more runes Near the hilts of each axe was the small button that when pressed would make the trigger fold out and allow the weapon to work as a gun. Halfway up the hilt was a small box-shaped indentation that denoted the location of the energy weapon's power pack. Like the armor, the weapons, despite being functional, were laden with enough decorations and gems to be more ceremonial than dangerous.

While Thrain and Durin were talking, two more Dwarves clambered out of the limo, dressed in different, more functional armor. They wore form-fitting breastplates, shin guards, greaves, and helmets, and any part of their body not covered by metal was covered by leather. The armor was deceptively strong, despite it's archaic (to most people's) appearance. If one looked closely, one could see small microphones disappearing into the guards' beards, connected to communicators in their helmets. Their axeblasters were also very obviously usable weapons, adorned only with a few runes. They moved to take up protective flanking positions on either side of Thrain and Durin as the group started across the grass towards the gathering.

"Now, where's our host I wonder," Durin remarked.

Elrohir walked into the small group of delegates and the such. He had never met any of them, but he knew who they were none the less. He debated whether or not to speak with them, and as he was about to enter a conversation he was sure would be dull, he noticed a kin standing alone off to the side. 'Maybe this won't be so dull.' he thought as he walked up to Aikanaro. "I notice you are not socializing. I cannot blame you. he said with a slight smile. "I am Elrohir nos Thranduil." He said this in clear Sindarin, not wanting some of the others to necessarily hear.

"This is Patrol 560 to Mobile Command, we've got a moment in the park, request redirection of units to converge on our position. Over." The soldier spoke into the built in microphone on his power armor. The base commander looked over the report and dispatched two other patrols of 5 soldiers toward the area where Lómiel had carried her investiagtion. It was of course easy to here five heavily armored soldiers approaching her through the shrubs and grass of the forested park. However escaping would be the hard park. The fifteen soldiers which were moving upon her had done their best to surround the unknown contact. A crackle of static and then a voice.."This is Sargeant Kennedy of the Federal Army, to unknown intruder, hold where you are and make no aggressive movements, or you will be classified and dealt with as a hostile." If Lómiel couldnt see them in the dark, they could sure as hell see her. Night vision assisted sights caught her form in the distance.

Maxwell found himself unready to get dragged forward, his uniform cap nearly flying off as he moved with Luinthelë toward the party. A few snickers coming from the nearby attendants a hushed 'Lucky bastard" exchanged between Maxwells nearby friends, everyone had expected something quite different. This was a pleasent surprise. "Well madame Ambassador, the party is suppose to be a Spring Ball, however since we are so close to the summer season it has become just a party for the sake of being able to hold one on such short notice. As for New York, the city itself is home to the nations capital and 22 million inhabitants. Most of them located on the islands of Manhatten and Staten Island. It is the home of the nations capital and is jokingly refered to as the countries second largest military base. The weather here can vary greater from below freezing temperatures in the winter to staggering heat during the summer months. Tonight however seems to be a rather humid night, part of the reason the tent has air conditioning..." Leading the Ambassador toward the unoffical reception area, Maxwell raised his free arm to point over toward where Gregory was standing. "Thats King Gregory de los Santos, it appears he is with a few other world leaders at the moment. Would you like to be introduced now, or would you like to wait alittle further?"

Gregory took the flask directly. He himself wasnt much for pomp and he let out a sigh of relief when Nathi said it was okay not to act formal around her.Thank god. Last thing I wanted was another incident like the Lavenrunz thing...A small shudder was given as he tucked the flask into the inside pocket of his military uniform jacket with a rather large grin. "I think this will come inhandy later on." Seeming much more relaxed Gregory then took the bottle of wine and looked it over, the grin not leaving his lips he called over an attendant handing him the bottle of wine and giving some instruction that it should be taken care of on its trip to the Royal Palace out in the Hamptons. Of course Gregory wasnt done as the guests from Tsarine had arrived and then United Indiastan, and then the Dwarves...For the love of god..the Dwarves...the Drow..why dont I just detonate an H-bomb right now and save everyone the chaos factor.. Gregory's left hand moved up as he rubbed his forehead abit..

"Good evening, Your Majesty...", the LE Foreign Minister said causing Gregory to snap out of his thought, "Hmm? Oh excuse me. Good evening Minister Newells. Yes, Gregory will due for small moments like this where we can ditch the pomp..however for large groups..you understand. As for the party...well the park has been here for hundreds of years....we just added stuff to it for tonight...not much longer than two days worth of planning and six hours to set up.." With that Gregory watched as the Liverpool England Minister moved off, and Gregory himself left the good lady Nathicana, and her hubby Devon to wander the party leaving them with a few choice parting words as he went toward the new arrivals, "Once more into the breech.."

Gregory and his remaining high level officer stopped as he saw the two women holding hands. Christ, thank god Syskeyia decided to go into isolation...this is definately new... He would continue on though not letting it distract him to much. First was the the group from Tsarine, "Hello, my name is Gregory de los Santos, I am the Monarch, and the host of this fair party. I am personally welcoming everyone to the party. It is an honor to have you here today." An attendant moved over toward the two from United Indiastan and guided them over toward where Gregory was standing. "Ah the envoys from United Indiastan, welcome, to my humble nation..."

The elven woman smiled cheerfully, "Oh, no, there'll be plenty of time for that later," she said, waving a jewelled hand casually, “Besides, I’m hardly a leader, so it would be quite above my station to bother him while he talks to far more important people, no? He seems quite charming though, I’d quite like to meet him as and when they put him down,” she grinned a little at that, and tugged Maxwell, admittedly in a most polite and courtly manner, off toward the tent, “but until then, would you care for a drink? I hope they’re lenient enough to let you drink on duty, of this kind at least, it would be terribly unkind not to after all.”

Nathicana offers both Ivana and Boris a warm smile, greeting them in turn. "I'm pleased to make your aquaintance," she murmurs, letting Devon take the lead. She nods as she listens to his explanation, giving Gregory a wink as he bustles about trying to meet and greet everyone.

Gods, I know well enough how that can go. I don't envy the man. Still, he pulls it off well. I hope this is a more pleasant event than the last. Of course with all of this security ... someone would have to be mad to try it.

"An interesting setup then, it seems," she says when he's done. "I wish you well in your new endeavors, and hope you are able to keep the balance you seem to be seeking there. Going back to the classic philosophy of communism, and getting away from the Stalinist/Maoist approach then?"

<LOS Communications - Devon>
{
<< Well I'll be damned. I think I just caught a glimpse of Rene. Now there's a switch - she's never been one for much socializing. A good sign, perhaps?
}

Her two guards linger nearby, taking up what seems to be a casual posture. To the more observant, they're anything but, despite the older one's relaxed smoking.

"Quite the shindig, eh Mas? he says, tilting his chin up and slowly exhaling.

"Aye, Jas. Think they'll manage to stay out of trouble this time?" replies the younger, grinning as he glances towards the couple.

Jas snorts, and just shakes his head in answer, getting back to carefully watching the crowd.

{OOC--Let's pretend Ivana never moved from her spot. Sorry.}

Boris nodded. "Yes, yes. I'm not a fan of either. I think they are disgusting, and all those idiotic leaders in this wide world that attempt to copy their maniacal agendas and murderous ways should seriously take a deep breath. Perhaps I am not the most democratic leader in the international community, but I believe strongly in civil rights and I feel that creating social ladders is unfair. Everyone has the right to opportunity...I am actually somewhat capitalist in that belief, but I don't believe that there should be rich and poor. There are only the people, and the people live to provide for one another." Ivana smiled, and spoke. "I tend to disagree with him on that particular degree. If one should achieve something more than the common janitor, why should they be forced to receive the same pay and status? It is demoralizing and offers no motivation whatsoever. I have been trying to tell Boris this, but he continually ignores me. He'll see when the latest economic reports come out. Lower production is going to plague our country if he doesn't revert to a more capitalist system soon." Boris smiled, and shook his head. "Dear, if that should ever happen, I assure you that I will retrace my steps and apologize to you for not listening. So, how do your countries operate politically," he added to Emperor Treznor and Lady D'Aquisto.

"Well they didnt advise us not to..so I suppose that means that we can drink." Maxwell said thoughtfully and actually took a few moments to ponder the issue and its reprecussions carefully. Alittle too carefully for Luinthelë, as she shoved a drink toward him causing Max to snap out of his thought saying to him, "Drink up!Its a party my dear Lieutenant and you are my attendant so I'm asking you to drink as well with me." With logic like that Maxwell didnt bother to think further and took a sip from his drink. There was a varitable giant selection of liquors and wines around. "Umm so Madame Ambassador, please tell me of your people and where you come from," Said as he began to move the two of them away from the drinks. He tried his best not to have to many and get drunk and thus he walked toward the nearby dance floor.

Adrianna and Konoka bowed correctly as Gregory addressed them. "Thank you, Your Majesty. Adrianna Nelson, Princess of Indiastan and representative to the NDA, at your service. We're very glad to be here."

Konoka spoke next. "Yes, it's quite the event. A lovely evening for it, too. Though, Majesty, I feel I should point out that I am an envoy from GMC, and not Indiastan." she blinked, "Oh, I'm sorry. First Sergeant Konoka Kisaragi, Federal Ambassador to the NDA." she bowed respectfully.

"Well now, two for the price of one... I thought you both from Indiastan, my mistake, and the job of someone in the O.S.S." Gregory chuckled a little as his hands moved behind his back going to an at ease position. "I hope you both enjoy the party tonight."

"Thank you, Majesty," Adrianna said again, grinning. "It's good to see we're welcome here, after all, I think the last noteworthy person from Indiastan to visit here was leading an army group."

"Yes, most of our diplomatic discussions have been over closed channels. This is the first time since that war that Indiastani and NYNJ'ers have come into contact with one another on amicable terms. It is funny, I planned this party for meeting others in the region. I had not envisioned this meeting at all."

"Well then," said Konoka, with a smile to match Adrianna's, "Here's to good fortune. Now, if you'll excuse us Majesty, we've some exploring to do. And I think there are a few other clamouring for your attention. Good luck."

"Thank you, for I need it." Gregory bowed to the both of them politely and turned his concentration over toward the direction of the Tsarine envoy.

"Well, that went alright." sighed Adrianna as they started wandering into the park.

"Yep. Suppose they've got something to drink around here?" said Konoka with a grin and a wink.

"Hello, my name is Gregory de los Santos, I am the Monarch, and the host of this fair party. I am personally welcoming everyone to the party. It is an honor to have you here today."

The man sounds like this is the last place he wants to be, Rene thought. Hasn't he got people to do all this for him?

"And an honour to be here," she replied. "You're welcoming everyone? Does that not become tiring?"

"Well they didnt advise us not to..so I suppose that means that we can drink." Maxwell said thoughtfully and actually took a few moments to ponder the issue and its reprecussions carefully. Alittle too carefully for Luinthelë, as she shoved a drink toward him causing Max to snap out of his thought saying to him, "Drink up!Its a party my dear Lieutenant and you are my attendant so I'm asking you to drink as well with me." With logic like that Maxwell didnt bother to think further and took a sip from his drink. There was a varitable giant selection of liquors and wines around. "Umm so Madame Ambassador, please tell me of your people and where you come from," Said as he began to move the two of them away from the drinks. He tried his best not to have to many and get drunk and thus he walked toward the nearby dance floor.

She followed him, again taking his arm, "Well, what's there to tell? Humm, there's plenty of us, and we're a fairly diverse bunch, eight separate species around last time I checked. We're pretty much like everywhere else I've been, people vary according to their tastes and whimsy," she began to dance with the lieutenant, in time with the music, pressing herself against his body as she did so, though in a rather non sexual manner, it just seemed the appropriate way of dancing to her. Quite what, if anything, it did to him she didn't seem to notice. "So," she continued, "Just for abstract figures, the nation's around seventy nine percent human, twenty elven, and the other species fill up the remaining fraction," she paused, executing a turn of some sort with characteristic grace, "As for where I actually come from, well, it's extra solar these days, and I'm afraid I'm sworn to secrecy on that matter. What else would you like to know?"

The arrival of the Dwarves was something which was expected. What was not expected though was the lack of someone of a smaller stature available for the meeting of the Dwarven representatives. This was not considered a major problem though at the time. How things would soon enough change. Lieutenant Yvette Iceborg, was a 6’4” amazon. Built like a refrigerator she had all the personality of one as well. Why did Command assign someone so tall and so opposite of what the Dwarves were to watch over them? It wasn’t Command, but a random chance. The next up of the Lieutenants to act as the nights attendants just happened to be here. And thus as the woman moved forward toward the Dwarves, she tried her best not to look down to much. Even stopping some distance away so that the tilt of her neck didn’t have to tilt in an ill-respectable fashion.

“I am Lieutenant Yvette Iceborg, and I will be your attendant for this evening.” A rather authoritative voice was issued forth, it wasn’t a greeting but sounded more of a demand. She stood ridged and not moving, waiting for a response to come. The other attendants had gathered around in the distance watching the scene unfold with great amusement. Lieutenant Iceborg, was not one to be trifled with, and several were placing bets on just how the Dwarves would act to their massive host. “Follow me, and I shall show you to the party.” Turning crisply on her heel she moved forward toward the park, the ceremonial guard a pair of Sergeants knew better than to not salute this stickler for protocol and as she passed, they snapped to attention hurriedly.

Inside of the Party, Maxwell was abit dumbfounded, he hit a wall. So they were extrasolar, but she was sworn to secrecy. To be suspected of course, he knew he would garner much further information from the Ambassador. Switching over for the moment from OSS officer, to regular attendant Maxwell just enjoyed the dance, his shoulders going up into a small shrug. "Well Madame Ambassador, I dont suppose I have any other questions for the moment aside from, would you like anything else from the bar?Or maybe an introduction to the other world leaders? Not that I mind dancing with you however...." Maxwell thought about this for a moment, he was rather content to not leave the dancefloor. Especially with an attractive elven woman pressed closely against him. Well Max, you sure as hell are one lucky S.O.B.

Gregory shook his head from side to side a bit and just gave the woman a small pleasant smile. “No, its actually quite refreshing to see new and old faces gathered here. Heck I didn’t think I would be honored with the turn out that I have thus far seen. I was expecting far fewer people. I guess the choice at the last moment to be more inclusive in the invitation process aided in this effect.”

[OOC: Words in asterisks (*...*) indicate another language being spoken.]

Thrain was glaring at Iceborg's back as the Dwarves followed. "Bloody humans. What are they trying to prove? We already know they got an inflated opinion of themselves-"

Durin's next step moved him diagonally forward, and put him a little in front of Thrain. The king's bootheel came down hard on his advisor's foot. Thrain winced slightly, though not enough that anyone very far away could catch the motion.

*Knock it off,* Durin said firmly in a low voice, switching to Khuzdul. *We're here to form diplomatic relations, not pick fights.*

*By Mahal's beard,* Thrain snapped, automatically responding in the same tongue. *Diplomatic relations? You're starting to sound like a human too.*

*What are we conversing in?* Durin asked him pointedly. *There's a word for relations with other countries and peoples, and that says that somebody thought we'd need it. Now, I believe we already had this argument. We are going to learn about our neighbors, and we are going to make friends if we can. That is my decision.*

*Why'd they send such a big one of their number?* Thrain demanded. *Even I know she's taller than most of their kind. Why send their biggest to greet us short folk?*

*I don't know,* Durin replied. *Maybe they thought it would be impressive. I'm not any more impressed than you are, but we are going to remain civil and friendly. I will not have any argument from you on that.*

Durin removed his foot from Thrain's and continued walking. Thrain glared at him for a moment before following. The king quickened his steps to catch up to the big human guiding them. "A very nice place ye have here," he said, his voice back at it's normal tone. "Who all is attending this party?"

OOC: Aicassenore, come on, respond.
IC:

Before Aikanaro could respond, Elrohir noticed the Dwarves making thier way to the party. "The Dwarves have arrived." he retorted in Sindarin. "This should be interesting..."

OOC again:
(I changed his name to Elrohir for certain reasons.)

Treznor shrugs gently, exchanging a glance with Nathicana as he does.

"I find that competition is still very strong in the human psyche. People can be taught that material rewards are less important, but then you have to have a different kind of reward to replace them. If you take something away from people, you have to give them something to replace it. I know of at least one nation not represented here that succeeds at such redirection, but they're very idealistic. Plus, most of the Centipedes I know have trouble letting go of their sense of duty long enough to enjoy themselves. Or maybe I just hang out with the wrong crowd, eh?" He winks at Nathicana.

<LOS Communications - Nathicana>
{
<< How'd I end up talking shop, anyway? I thought this was a party.
}

"Nothing much to say about me. I run your standard, oppressive, authoritarian dictatorship with a healthy dose of propaganda control. But I leave 'em plenty of opportunities for competition so they can feel they're accomplishing something."

Inside of the Party, Maxwell was abit dumbfounded, he hit a wall. So they were extrasolar, but she was sworn to secrecy. To be suspected of course, he knew he would garner much further information from the Ambassador. Switching over for the moment from OSS officer, to regular attendant Maxwell just enjoyed the dance, his shoulders going up into a small shrug. "Well Madame Ambassador, I dont suppose I have any other questions for the moment aside from, would you like anything else from the bar?Or maybe an introduction to the other world leaders? Not that I mind dancing with you however...." Maxwell thought about this for a moment, he was rather content to not leave the dancefloor. Especially with an attractive elven woman pressed closely against him. Well Max, you sure as hell are one lucky S.O.B.


The elf glanced in the direction of Gregory, observing who was with him at that exact moment, 'not yet,' she thought, and smiled at him again, "Oh, I think we'll keep dancing for a while," she said, running an arm around the OSS lieutenant's waist, pulling him just a little more tightly against her, the light white material of her dress shimmering softly in the light, "There'll be plenty of time for that later," Luinthelë added, and continued their dance.

Konoka blinks as she looks around; more than used to big cities from her childhood, although all the advertisment hoardings and signs are new on her. She can't help but double-take at one of the NYNJ officers carrying a briefcase handcuffed to his wrist, nudging Adrianna and pointing, 'Um, just what kind of party is this, anyway? A Football is hardly standard party gear...'

Adrinna grinned, and slid her arm down to Konoka's waist. "I should think not, love, but it would make for a good escape from boring conversation for poor King Gregory, now wouldn't it? 'I'm sorry Minister Boring, but I've got a nuclear strike to launch,' and all that." This made them both giggle. As they strolled towards the party, Adrianna noticed the dance floor. "Ooh! Perhaps that drink will have to wait. A dance, dearest?"

"Yes, there are rather a lot of people... I recognise only a few of them, I'm afraid. I guess I shall leave you to it."

Rene nodded politely and departed, keeping an eye out for people she knew. Kaiten followed behind, keeping an eye out for people who looked suspicious.

Aliria hugged Gregory warmly, standing in her tiptoes and squeezing him a little in her arms before she turned to see the rest of the guests. She glanced all around her position, noticing several of the main guests as she tried to identify them from the reports on the main politicians in the world.

That's the Dread Lady of the Dominion, I suppose she looked better in that lovely outfit that she was carrying in that Lavenrunzian ball than now, but that dress was really impressing, I wouldn't being fair to her. A handsome guy behind her, I suppose he's her consort or something, although his face looks familiar to me, maybe an allied president, or a important member of her goverment, she checked as her eyes saw Lady Nathicana approaching the park. Then she caught the glimpse of the United Indiastan delegate. Adrianna Nelson, I think is her name, she thought, directing an interested look directly at the woman's eyes, although in the distance for sure the other woman didn't realized the intention of her stare.

That elf is the Ctan delegate for sure. I could bet on that, after so many time watching the envoys of the Stargods I already recognize them under their careful disguises. The others...Who are them?. Never seen people dressed like that and using those old manners...not even the menelmacari use those old customs. And well, dwarves, long time without seeing one of those. I find them colorful and interesting, for sure they'll add flavor to this ball, she laughs as her mind played all along with the visions of the dwarves stumbling around the careful ball.

Finally she approached the man that came with Nathicana, now that he was talking with some stranger, and just waited until the conversation was over, simulating to be admiring the trees nearby.

<LOS Communications – Devon>
{
<< Imp … As for shop, you know people get curious. Go with it, see what you can learn, I say. If you’re not entertained enough, I’ll be sure and make it up to you later. [wink analog]
}

Nathicana nods in agreement with Treznor’s comments, chuckling a bit at his tease.

“Indeed – people need challenges. How else to bring out the best in them, whatever field of interest or current need? Even in a system such as we’ve had in the Dominion, such competition is strongly, even if at times quietly, encouraged. I also run a dictatorship of sorts, and while our methods may sometimes vary, we tend to maintain several parallels,” she says, nodding to the man on her arm. “Whatever the case, I’ve found what works for me and mine.”

Premier Kasparov nodded, and leaned in closer. "Yes, well..Let's keep this our little secret, but I am soon to make drastic changes in my country. I have pretended too long to be a Communist, and I see no reason to keep it from you any longer. I believe strongly in capitalism, but I follow a very leftist stance on social issues and foreign policy. I also-" He paused as he spotted two dwarves walking nearby. "What an interesting development..Were you aware of dwarves arriving," he asked the Emperor and Lady. "Ivana, dear, could you please introduce yourself to them?" She nodded, and smiled at the Emperor and Lady D'Aquisto. He then turned back to them. "Well, what exactly do you two enjoy doing? I do believe I will be hosting a ball within the next few weeks..This was a splendid idea on the King's part."

As Ivana walked over to the dwarves, she kept a good distance, so as to not seem intimidating. Though she was only 5'4", she feared looking down upon them as they were too lowly would be offensive. She greeted them by bowing, and introduced herself. "Greetings, I am Ivana Kasparov, wife of Premier Boris Kasparov of the URHP. A pleasure to meet you."

"Dwarves?" Nathi says, glancing about, one brow arched. It seems everyone is coming out of the woodwork for this little soiree. Wonder how Greg is taking it all - I thought I detected a tenseness about him earlier.

"Well, it does take all sorts. I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of meeting them. Interesting ... As for likes, I've many, from horseback riding, to swordplay, to crossbows, to Opera, and the list goes on. However, one of those likes in particular I find pressing, and that would be dance. If you'll pardon me, this charming gentleman on my arm owes me one."

Nathicana gent tugs on Devon's arm, and nods with a secretive smile towards the dance floor, then casts a warm smile back at Boris.

"Premier, I wish you the best both with your reforms, your rule, and your party. I hope to have the opportunity to speak with both you and your lovely wife again sometime."

"A good evenin' to ye, milady," Durin replied, as he and Thrain bowed back. "I am King Durin the Nineteenth, King of Mahal-dum. It is good to meet someone a little closer to my height among the Men."

Thrain nodded. "Indeed. Startin' to wonder if we were only going to see tall people tonight."

Durin looked around the ball. "We're here to meet new people and new friends, as I guess ye are as well." Thrain mumbled something about that. Durin didn't even look at him. "Obviously Dwarves have not been out and about enough, seein' as how everyone doesn't seem to know how to react to us. I'm hopin' to change that."

Ivana nodded politely. "Yes, well, I must say that I have never seen a dwarf in my lifetime. I was not under the impression that your kind ventured beyond your homes, though I am highly pleased that you have chosen to do so. The URHP has a very minute dwarf population, but they rarely show themselves and live in far northern areas in the mountains, where there is little intervention from humans and the like. I have considered approaching them, but was advised to not do so. Perhaps our meeting can help domestically as well. So, what exactly is your culture? I have read many tales that included you, but I cannot trust tales to explain the true dwarves of our universe." She smiled gracefully, and then surely surprised those who may have been watching. She took it upon herself sit upon the ground, something that would have been normally considered lazy and definately not formal etiquette.

For the love of god and all that is holy...the Dwarves? He saw their preoccupation with a rather tall lieutenant in his military...he just blinked a few times and tried not laugh loudly. Of course Gregory snapped back to attention, he couldnt be caught laughing at the Dwarves, especially infront of the Drow. Tensions still ran rather high after the incident which took place over words and insults. He couldnt be made to seem a hypocrite at this time. It wouldnt be a good host to laugh at a guest...at least in public and by ones self. With no guests arriving Gregory moved off to the side, he needed a small breather. Next person to arrive I'm gonna give them the real New Yorker attitude.

Maxwell was definately enjoying himself with the C'tan diplomat. He lost both track of time, and number of songs played all togethered. Soon he didnt care about introducing the C'tan diplomat to anyone,especially the Monarch. As the current song ended Max led his assigned diplomat off the dance floor toward the bar area once more. "Give my feet some time to rest. These shoes werent designed to dance." A small chuckle given as he parked himself on a stool and offered her the seat next to him. "I can honestly say I hadnt expected myself to be doing any dancing at all this evening."

Lieutenant Iceborg shadowed over Thrain blocking the light from the nearby lamps every now and then. The sight was alittle comical as she waited for a request from either guests. Watching the two she glanced over toward the direction of the approaching Ivana nodding her head ridgedly in respect. She was definately an oddity amongst the ranks. How she even came to be assigned to the party was anyones guess. Clerical errors sure were fun.

Gregory in the meanwhile lit up a cigarette. He was in plain sight of the rest of the people but it didnt matter so much anymore. He was the host, and monarch. Was someone going to tell him to put it out? Not likely. At least unles it was jokingly. Christ I needed this..I'll probably need a damn drink before this night is up. Gregory turned his head to the side to see that his other senior officer had moved off to mingle with other military officers. The guy with the football was still in the backround though shadowing Gregory and remaing within eyesight. A small nod exchanged between the two Gregory just waited, he'd give any late comers some time before mingling himself.

Empress Aurora von Sachshausen arrived, wearing a light Menelmacari style gown, accompanied by her faithful companion Thirty Camelias. She had grown and filled out considerably, becoming nearly a young woman. Baron Ehrfurt, her equerry, and Baroness Toll, her Media Secretary, hovered nearby. The Empress looked around curiously for King Gregory. Her blue eyes took in the setting in fascination. It would be her first major visit abroad since visiting GMC Military Arms and Iesus Christi.

The elf-woman hopped up onto the stool gracefully, leaning onto the bar delicately, "Oh don't worry dear, I could use a rest myself. Then I'm afraid, I'm going to have to get you to do those introductions," she paused for a moment, "And then some more dancing," she added with a wide smile, not wanting to dissapoint him, "or whatever else one does at these things."

She reached down to adjust her dress, "Care for a drink before those introductions dear?" she asked, smiling again.

An attendant rushed up to Gregory who had no longer been paying attention to the arrivals of new guests. He didnt figure there would be anymore guests. So when the attendant whispered to Gregory that the Empress of Lavenrunz had arrived just a few moments ago Greg nearly swallowed the cigarette he was smoking. Choking abit on the smoke the cigarette was discarded off to the side, his foot quickly putting it out. He left the butt for the cleanup crew to pick up. Quickly shoving a mint into his mouth he turned around and tugged the attendant with him mumbling back, "Try an act as an important military offical and you may just get bumped up to Captain when this is all done." That was all the incentive the Lieutenant needed as he straightened himself up and followed after Gregory.

"Goodevening Empress von Sachshausen, welcome to New York City." Gregory approached Aurora from her left side before stopping before her and taking a polite bow to her. "I am as probably already know King Gregory de los Santos."

Maxwell nodded his head and ordered up a pair of screwdrivers. "If we're gonna do introductions after this we may as well do a quick shot of something with a kick. God only knows some of these leaders will be more stiff than a brick." With a grin Max took the small glass filled with the orange juice vodka mix and raised his glass up to her before downing his drink with a quick tilt back of his head.

And that's the Empress of Lavenrunz. It's funny, taking into account that I tried to find her two times in her own country, now to find her here in New York. And it's even more interesting that she's dressed in an menelmacari outfit. Lovely animal too, but not too lovely to not raise some suspicion. Well, this ball for sure has everything. Dwarves, drow, Stargods and important human envoys, taking into account that Lavenrunz and the Dominion sent their rulers, thought Aliria as she surveyed the surroundings. She noted that Nathicana moved with her companion to the dance floor and sighed, rolling up her eyes a little. And that accounts for your distraction, dear, she told to herself as her chance to have a word with the "mystery man" that was Nathicana's companion was gone.

Should I approach the Dwarves?. It could be interesting. I haven't talked with one of that race, and they are eager to form new relationships too. I should go to greet the C'tan envoy, but our relationship with them is already strong enough, and those elves at the service of the C'tan are always unnerving, her mind was drifting through her considerations as she almost glided through the park, but maybe a careful eye could see that she was having problems to walk with her usual, delicate pace. These...shoes...are...troublesome. Why I didn't think of sandals?. I'm not moving with "grace", exactly, I look like a turtle or something like that. And this headache?. For sure someone is using somekind of psychic ability around, but I'll have plenty of time to care about that later. Before the new queen coronation these balls used to be fun, but now she's forcing me to use them as a way to achieve power over others. Now I see them more like work than fun.

Finally she sighed again and decided to let Greg go, although she thought of him as a possible dancing partner, but for sure he was too occupied greeting everybody that was arriving to his own turf. She turned to the drow, but for sure a "nice" chat with those underground dwellers wasn't an option. They weren't "tamed" as their Aelosian cousins, and they could be quite aggresive if provoked. For sure an elven maiden like herself walking there just to greet them could be seen as a threat, as the foreign drows were always in a defensive stance toward the rest of the elvenkin.

Then she turned to the dwarves, but they were looking already occupied dealing with the strange, slav-looking envoys. Something in the looks of those humans sent a chill through her spine, although she didn't realize what was the real cause of that. For the first time in my life I'm feeling lonely in a ball. I used to think that they were the most wonderful thing on earth, as they gave me the chance to learn, to meet new and wonderful people, and to let myself be driven by the happiness that filled me each time that I walked through a dance floor. Now this chess game is not only boring, but tiresome.

Finding a bench nearby, she just sit down alone, fixing the long skirt of her dress to not damage the fabric with the rough, cold stone surface. Finally she rested her elbows over her knees, and her chin over the palms of her hands, her fingers covering her cheeks. She delighted to finally see the different couples dancing, as was now an observer of what she used to be protagonist. Once upon a time, I loved to dance alone. Now that would be only ridiculous to do so in front of so many people. God, is this maturity?. I prefered the times when I was young and without so many troublesome responsabilities

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Adrianna and Konoka had been wandering towards the main pavillion from where most of the music and noise was coming from, when she spotted a lonely looking soul sitting rather dejected on a bench. She'd always considered herself a kind person, and she always enjoyed meeting new people, so she paused and turned to her date.

"Dear... why don't you go ahead and secure us a table or seats at the bar?"

"What? Aren't you coming?"

"Yeah, yeah... I'll be along in a bit. Go mingle and have fun!"

Konoka looked at her a little strangely, but shrugged and shortly dissappeared into the tent.

Aliria turned to see the woman turning out of the tent, and recognized in her one of the faces that she saw earlier spinning around the main dance floor having a nice time chatting with another envoy. She looked at the figure for a moment, before her chin sank in her palms again, turning to see the spinning couples.

Adi walked over to the lonely girl, and sat a respectful distance down the bench to her right. She smiled, and turned a bit to talk to her. "Tough night?"

Aliria turned again to her, and stared at the human sitting next to her from head to toe. "Tough indeed, and more boring than tough," she said, with an almost sleepy tone of voice, placing one of her palms over her mouth in a very delicate manner to hide a little yawn.

This made Adrianna laugh a little, and smiled warmly. "You're tell me. I've never been comfortable at these damn things... always so stuffy and dry. Oh! I nearly forgot to introduce myself," she said, almost breathlessly. "Adrianna."

Aliria looked at the extended hand and smiled. Raising from the bench, she stood in front of the newly arrived woman and bowed with infinite grace and delicacy, letting her body fall towards the floor as her hands gesture hidden signs and runes in the air. Then she grabbed Adrianna's hand and smiled again, raising from the deep bow. "Aliria", she said, answering to the sincere gesture of the human lady.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Aliria," she states quiet honestly, bowing from her sitting position. "What brings you out this fine evening? People who go to parties of their own free will usualy look like they're having fun."

Aliria laughed a little, finally finding this woman to be a really charming subject. "No. I'm an envoy like anyone else here. I'm here doing my job as a diplomatic and as a courtier. Y ou certainly have a good amount of empathy, don't you? And of course it's a pleasure for me to meet you too, Adrianna of the Sharp Eye"

"Well, thank you. Yes, it seems we're all here on duty... a shame, that. As for empathy, well, I try. Not enough of that in the world, I think."

"When fun starts to be a job, it stops being funny, I guess. My life was signed by balls like this one. And the Valar know that I loved them, but know they have became a routine, and they're not funny or inteesting anymore. Now they're just more work"

"Yeah, I'd figure as much. But hey, I've got a friend waiting inside - hey, why don't you come along! You'd probably enjoy meeting her too."

Aliria looked at her newfound companion. Not close enough to be called friend, but close enough to be called partner. She finally followed Adrianna to the tent, smiling to her as she finally had something to do.

Luinthelë, was utterly and categorically not unnerving, at least, not to anyone familiar with elves, nor indeed, was she especially C'tan like, being as she was, an almost 'normal' noldorin elf, and certainly not one of the monstrous creatures known as C'tan. Indeed, the only way Aliria could have told that she was from the Empire was her 'family' resemblence to her 'daughter,' Fëaelen, and perhaps, were she close enough, the line of {high} necrontyr script delicately made from gold thread woven into the collar of her dress.

She was at this exact moment, attempting to recover from the rather 'stiff' cocktail. And failing. She wasn't much of a drinker, and quietly decided that she'd had enough, "Well, Max, may I call you Max?" she didn't offer him a chance to reply, "Onward. And don't think that I'm drunk, for I'm not. Right."

She began to walk in her usual graceful way, perhaps taking it a little slow.

Maxwell had a much better tolerance it seemed for a single shot of alcohol than poor Luinthelë. He held out his arm for her to take hold of and when she did, he noticed her slight tilt into him. Great...she's blasted...kiss my job at the OSS goodbye..I'll be peeling potatos in Maine till I'm 50...yup... Maxwell could only smile though as he led the C'tan ambassador out of the tent into the humid night once more. Eyes adjusting to the darkened conditions he spotted a new comer to the party and decided it best to start with someone who just showed up. He could introduce her to both Greg and the Empress Aurora. Two birds with one stone. Max old boy, your a genius. Of course our intrepid Einstein forget she was alittle tipsy, and that he himself smelled alittle of alcohol.

But this was of no major thought to him as he moved on ahead. Walking slowly with his assigned Ambassador across the stone trail toward the enterance where the Lavenrunz Empress and the King of New York and Jersey were standing exchanging greetings of their own. "Thats Empress Aurora..I didnt know she was going to show up at the party...I dont think the King knew either..." Maxwell pointed toward Gregory who seemed alittle paler than earlier, and let out alittle chuckle before composing himself once more.

An attendant rushed up to Gregory who had no longer been paying attention to the arrivals of new guests. He didnt figure there would be anymore guests. So when the attendant whispered to Gregory that the Empress of Lavenrunz had arrived just a few moments ago Greg nearly swallowed the cigarette he was smoking. Choking abit on the smoke the cigarette was discarded off to the side, his foot quickly putting it out. He left the butt for the cleanup crew to pick up. Quickly shoving a mint into his mouth he turned around and tugged the attendant with him mumbling back, "Try an act as an important military offical and you may just get bumped up to Captain when this is all done." That was all the incentive the Lieutenant needed as he straightened himself up and followed after Gregory.

"Goodevening Empress von Sachshausen, welcome to New York City." Gregory approached Aurora from her left side before stopping before her and taking a polite bow to her. "I am as probably already know King Gregory de los Santos."

Maxwell nodded his head and ordered up a pair of screwdrivers. "If we're gonna do introductions after this we may as well do a quick shot of something with a kick. God only knows some of these leaders will be more stiff than a brick." With a grin Max took the small glass filled with the orange juice vodka mix and raised his glass up to her before downing his drink with a quick tilt back of his head.

The Empress, now in her late teens, pretty, blonde, buxom, with her mother's athletic build and bright blue eyes, smiled up at the King. She took his hand and said in a low voice, "It is a pleasure to meet you, King Gregory. I hope you don't mind this informal first meeting--but our countries have been allies for a long time, and I wanted to talk to you with as little protocol as possible. New York City--such an exciting place!" for a moment her face lit up like any teenagers, but there was a gravity, a sadness and fierceness blended in her eyes already. Thirty Camelias, the leopard, rumbled softly at her feet.

Gregory was pale as a ghost at the moment, but the dim lightning outside helped to mask this fact somewhat. At least Gregory hoped this was the case. He got along well with house cats but this was a jungle cat and that pretty much scared the crap out of him, and had a few attendants scatter around the party. True to form though Gregory just gave a smile to Aurora and bowed abit giving her hand a light kiss. "Forgive me then if I seem alittle formal. After my last encounter with one of your Archduchesses I can only be alittle paraniod when it comes to formalities and your people." Giving her a wink in the back of his mind he thought to himself Wonderful...a female version of Sigfreid and Roy...except with a leopard..I hope that thing doesnt try to eat the Dwarves...last thing I need is for one of those midgets to end up in the belly of that thing..

"Please, allow me to escort you further inside of the party, things may seem alittle dull at the moment, but that is because people are still arriving." Gregory moved attempting to offer an arm to Aurora while not leaving himself majorly exposed to the leopard. His thoughts immediately went to prayer and Please dont bite my arm..for the love of god please dont bite my arm..

Gregory's concerns were probably not much alleviated by Thirty Camelias staring at him with eyes like yellow lamps, rumbling deep in her throat in a way that he could actually feel vibrating in his chest. The creature seemed to ripple with muscular strength and menace.
The young Empress smiled warmly. "Well, till lately you were a republic. It wasn't one of my better ideas, I have to admit, sending her--but at least we can honestly say that there wasn't too much in common that you had. And yes, thank you for the escort. This is such an amazing city, so modern..."

The menacing Leopard did scare him and deep in the back of Gregory's mind he hoped one sniper was keeping an eye on the thing. For the time being though Gregory walked Aurora toward the massive tent where the weather inside was much better. Listening to the Empress Gregory could only laugh at the first part and then nod his head at the second. "Well yes thats true. I was going to try to make it up to the Archduchess by sending her a ton of roses...which is funny because it is the states flower as well, so there were definately plenty to send. But she left way before I could mend any hurt relations....as for New York City, it must be a stark constrast to Hofburg. I barely remember my last time, it has been so long. But I do remember it having an air of an older nature. I would be honored to give you a tour sometime."

"You know, King Gregory, I've only seen your beautiful city in movies? It's very strange...they speak of a life that I can only imagine, but I'd love to see it all. It's so kind of you to offer." she said. Then she began to notice some things, and felt a mad urge to giggle. "Don't worry about Thirty Camelias." she whispered. "She's a Lavenrunzian leopard, very highly intelligent. Think of her as a furry bodyguard, not a savage pet."
As they walked she considered. "Lavenrunz is...old, yes. We don't have that many high buildings, we don't have as many cars or fast food restaurants, but there is a certain...well, respect for the past. Perhaps too much at times..." something then struck her. She gave him a vivid blue eyed glance. "King Gregory...covered her with flowers?You are a romantic, Sir, under that dour exterior...."

Rúmë would have wished to vanish at the end of her day into the confines of her splendid apartments, secured by Menelhén guild silver; but she'd agreed to extend her repertoire of skills to that of Silmellon representative at the Federal Monarchy of New York and Jersey function.
Olorndil, unable to attend had sought her aid and though she had not readily admitted it, Rúmë was secretly pleased to provide the elegant Lord of the Silmellon any assistance.

Yet the day had sapped away at her energies, the air and vibrancy of the city of New York had none of the restorative qualities a Lady of the mountains was accustomed too. Only the high retreat of her Manhattan apartments offered the delicate, porcelain featured Lady of Ailinhróta anything akin to the tranquil solitude of her home.
Duties to the Menelhén guild had to come first and Rúmë now regretted agreeing to Olorndil's request.

Her gown, a diaphanous thing of silver sheen and jewelled with isildi orbs; glowing like fireflies in the moonlight, had grown heavy on her tired limbs.
Delicate even by Elven standards, Rúmë sighed almost petulantly; aware that she seemed even more a child.
Glad now that she had rejected Olorndil's offer of guardians to shadow her every move; she would have lost the moments grace afforded her to relax within the cool confines of her transport.

Accustomed now to the modern world; Rúmë had spent so many months already away from Silmessë collecting and hoarding contracts for the Menelhén guild across the globe, she thought little of the journey itself.
Only glanced through tinted windows at the vivid lights and neon hues of the city come alive to the night. In some ways it even reminded her of the Silmellon and their love of the twilight hours.

All too soon the vehicle passed through a security cordon and came to a sudden stop. The attendant who opened the door for her; stared at Rúmë so intensely that she wondered not for the first time, how often Elves where seen in the realm. In other cities she'd drawn such attention to herself. Though it had originally startled her, Rúmë was now no longer concerned by such things; murmuring words that came almost automatically to her lips, Rúmë thanked him and slipped away gracefully into the cultivated park, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping her lips.

"Perhaps the evening will be worth it just for the trees, the grasses and the recession of the overwhelming odours of the city," she told herself, her own native tongue a string of liquid notes that evoked Silmessë so strongly that briefly she could feel the vital breath of her realm about her. "Perhaps…"

"Dour exterior? Oh please dont tell me your Archduchess refered to me as a grump...well okay there was that one time in Puerto Rico...but I cant help if it I got upset..not everyday someone decides to show up at a secure location with a dropship outta no where. Being heavily armed and all..I should send you the tape to watch sometime..it was a rather funny incident.." Gregory chuckled abit as the memory once more registered in his mind. It was a quick flashback though as he entered the tent and its much more refreshingly cooler air. "As for my romantic side....it peeks out every now and then when the opportunity presents itself." Gregory turned his head to the side when they were sufficantly inside of the tent looking back toward the military officer who had shadowed him and then the both of them since Auroras arrival. "Major, get word with the Federal Aviator Corps to have a helicopter ready for the 'morrow. They're going to have two VIPs taking the birds eye view of the city." The Lieutenant beemed with pride as he jumped not one but two ranks entirely..dashing off from the tent he'd go to make the arraignments and then await for his promotion papers which Gregory would remember to send out later with a personal thank you note from the King.

With Gregory have given up on the attendants duties a Lt. Colonel was now incharge of greeting the guests. Standing tall and dressed in ornate military uniform with ribbons and all, the dark skinned man had a smile which hid his dislike for the elven guests. It was a subtle feeling the in the minds of a minority of citizens but it was the prevailing thought of many in the military. Yes the elves were fantastic allies but there was something about their unbridled arrogance which ruffled many feathers in the similarly proud Federal Military. As Rúmë approached the gates of the park she found herself standing infront of this individual who called in a sterotypical ruff'n'gruff military tone. "Welcome to New York and New Jersey, we hope you enjoy this stay, and this party. If you have any requests call over one of the attendants and they shall see to your needs. However, since you've arrived alone you may request that an attendant accompany you..."

Impression slid through Rúmë's mind, building an indelible profile of the official before her; noting every nuance until even the subtle scent that coloured the air with his unique mark was forever branded in her mind.

"Héri Rúmë Ailinhrótallo," not striving for musicality, though the language of the Silmellon made of her introduction a melody that lived on in memory long after the words themselves had faded. "I am the Lady Rúmë of Ailinhróta...of Silmessë." Eyes blue and bright held the Lt. Colonel a moment firmly fixed in their gaze; the only secrets that glittered in these eyes were those of ages passed in the quiet depths of forgotten histories. She invited his study, invited his judgement but made none of her own.

Between them lingered an unvoiced expectation, the Lady Rúmë wondering if the man would offer up his own name or if she would leave with only that which she silently hailed him; Hallanehtë.

"I desire no attendants," she smiled wanly; corrected it so that a less observant eye would have doubted its initial view. I am tired and too far away from Silmessë. Part of her also realised that her second refusal of company among the crowd of diplomats was rooted in no small part in her childlike appearance. "Thank you." Tall spear-head, Hallanehtë.

Aliria and Adrianna enter the pavillion, and from the back near the bar a solitary figure in a black uniform sitting at a table waves at them. Adrianna clearly recognizes her, waves back, and makes a beeline for her. "Ah, good, Konoka got a table."

Aliria bows a little to the black uniformed neko, and says in a happy, joyful tone "I'm Aliria, Heir of Aelosia, although I'm not exactly in the mood of titles... And you are Konoka, I suppose?"

She was a little suprised by the Princess's informality, just as she had been when she met Adrianna, but she still manages a polite bow from her seat. "Aye, First Sergeant Konoka Kisaragi, Federal Ambassador to the NDA, milady."

Adrianna takes the seat next to her, looping her arm around Konoka's elbow, and leans up against her a bit. "You just love that title, don't you Kono-chan?"

"Well... yeah, ya got me," she blushes a little, in an excessivly cute manner. "Pleasure to meet you, Princess."

"I have never meet anyone of that nation before, but that could be said about a lot of people here. It's indeed a pleasure to meet you here, First Sergeant Konoka Kisaragi, and sorry if my manners seem a little unorthodox, but sometimes I'm a defender of etiquette, and some other times I just hate the restrictions of protocol," she says, smiling to the military dressed woman.

Aliria took a while to see Konoka's ears and general aspect, finally realizing her non human heritage. "So, a Neko woman, and please I ask for apologies if the term is offensive or something, but I don't know any other, and I find catpeople disturbing. You're the first one of your kind that I've ever meet, and I'm glad to finally share some time with a representative of your race"

"Oh... uhm, Neko is fine. Can't say I've ever met an elf before, so I guess that makes us even?"

Adrianna smiles, rises, and speaks up again. "Well ladies, would everyone like a drink?"

"I would be delighted," says Alirai and Konoka, almost in unison.

"Good. What'll everyone have?"

"Red wine, if they have any, please. And thanks for being so kind, Adrianna."

"Oh, think nothing of it. And for you, Kono-chan?" she says, doing her best to immitate a waitress. "Think a light beer would do me fine," she says, grinning.

"Good. I'll be right back."

Luinthelë watched Gregory and Aurora talk, and her courage with regards to such things fled, "Never mind that Max, how about another dance instead?" she said.

Gregory spotted Aliria inside of the tent and looked over toward Aurora and moved back slightly bowing to her. "If you'll excuse me Empress. I wish to go speak with someone about buisness." Gregory left Aurora to stand alone. Although she wouldnt be alone for much longer. Maxwell had to drag the C'tan envoy. "Oh will you just come on. No more dancing, you cant put off work forever," Max laughed as he was actually forcing her to work. "Come on it'll be fun."

Gregory himself walked over toward Aliria and looked over toward the United Indiastan ambassador and her date. "If you two ladies will excuse me I unfortunately need to talk shop with Princess Aliria." Giving the both of them a polite bow Gregory took the arm of Aliria and led her outside. Being King had its advantages and he quickly took her off to the side to talk shop. They actually had very important things to discuss.

Technically I don't have to work, I'm not a real ambassador, she thought, but didn't say it, she instead shot her escort an irritated glance and smiled as best we could at Aurora, then remembered herself and bowed very deeply and respectfully.

Aurora inclined her head politely. Gregory was abrupt but she could see he meant to do his best to be hospitable. Noticing the envoy of Ctan's bow, she returned it.
Strolling through the party, Thirty Camelias by her side, she observed those present, watching the ebb and flow of conversation. How, she wondered, did this republic take to becoming a kingdom?

I'm sure I should feel insulted, Luinthelë thought, standing there but still, I don't exactly care if she snubs me. "So, that's done..." she said to Max, "...happy now, Mr. Let's-drag-the-elf-around?"

Adrianna, having just sat down with their drinks, was rather suprised. "Oh, ah, well, it's up to her I guess," she spouted, a little flummoxed. After they'd left, Adrianna frowned. "Well... this is pretty boring." Konoka nodded in agreement, "Why don't we hit the road then? Don't think we have to be back home till tomorrow, and the night's still young..." Adi grinned, "Hey... I like that idea..."

Boris was beginning to get extremely frustrated. Everyone around him seemed to be engaged in lively conversations, his wife included. He took another drink, and decided to just sit and watch. He closely observed behaviors, and determined that most people attending the party were pretty well-mannered. Well, except that drunk couple, he thought wryly. He peered into the dark sky above, and gazed at the stars as they twinkled, entranced by them.

There had been raised eyebrows when Lady Rúmë had procured her drink.
With weariness wrapped so close, she kept her eyes wide open - though she knew that it enhanced her youthful appearance - strained to contain a building frustration.
Drink defiantly in hand, It barely contains a splash of alcohol for Ilúvatar's sake; she shifted gracefully through the crowd.

Nathicana for her part, simply enjoys the dance. For once, it seems, a public party of sorts is going well, and people aren't threatening things, or pulling guns, or anything of the like ... no bombs are going off, and she has Devon here, charming as always, and for once, not a thing in the world needing to distract her from him, or the beautiful night they're sharing.

While she takes note in passing glances of those she knows through the crowd, and others whom she thinks she recognizes by description, and still others she notes might be those she ought to get to know at some point, her attention never strays far from the man she's dancing with, her smile looking more radiant than those that know her have seen in some time.

Quiet words sometimes whispered, other times shared through the mutual link provided so conveniently by her sister-in-mind, elicit more smiles, and the occasional soft laugh. Nathicana relaxes, losing herself for the moment in the arms of one she has both plotted to kill, and fought fiercely to keep alive.

"I'm glad we came, Dev. Let's make this night last, wherever we take it from here."

OOC: Done over IRC, forgive typos, and splicing and such. It was done at night and such and I did editing and such but it's a lot to do when it comes to nearly 12-13 pages in MS Word..but anyway..

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Gregory had taken Aliria from the tent at the party. He had needed to talk with her however before he was allowed to he needed to be the good host. With his hosting job on pause he whisked Aliria out of the tent and walked with her down a trail away from the curious ears of other partygoers. When the two were of a comfortable distance away from the party Gregory leaned close to her and whispered, "So just who do you plan on attacking Princess Aliria?"

Aliria looks at him and shrugs. "I dont know yet. I've yet to make up my mind. Who would you attack first?"

Greg takes sometime to think about that before answering rather honestly. "I'd hit Auman. Simply because I dont have any ill feelings toward the nation of Tor-Yvresse. Infact we can use Tor Yvresse against Auman.."

Aliria thought about the idea as well for a moment. "I dont know...I'll need to talk to them about it first." After sometime has passed. "They'll do it."

Gregory smiled a sly grin and just kicked back getting comfortable. "I can be devious when I want to...well I suppose this isnt really devious its more along the lines of knowing how to turn two enemies against each other."

Aliria gave a slight nod in acknowledgement. However she'd be amazed at what Gregory would say next.

"Auman is in MIDAS now though...if we attack them now we'll be dealing with multiple enemies. What we need to do is separate Auman from MIDAS support."

"I was just thinking about that. So how to we go about doing that?"

"Well...the Yvressi have the means to guise themselves as other vessels. Using said technology we can have them guise themselves as Aumanii warships."

Aliria went silent now wondering why she didnt think of that first. She stayed speechless though.

"With Vernii and Valinon engaged in a war which has extended itself to Martian orbit, we can capitalize on the confusion by having Aumanii vessels just appearing as if they're taking advantage of said confusion by attacking neutral shipping."

A slew of curses was let out by Aliria, none of them real lady like, but she was frustrated she had yet to think about such a plan herself. "Gregory, genious, brilliant. That deserves a cookie...close your eyes."

Gregory had wrapped his arms around her and was holding her close when his eyes shut closed. "Well thank you."

Aliria leaned in closer and gave him a passionate kiss which lasted only the briefest of moments and left Gregory lingering for more.With his eyes closed still Gregory smiled and said, "That was such a soft and sweet tasting cookie. I do not deserve that."

"Of course you do...I reward wit and intelligence and you showed both."

"If thats the case I shall endeavor to be more intelligence and to use my wit more often. The reward you've given me is far more than I can ever hope to ask for. I enjoyed it immensely and hope to be rewarded again."

Aliria smiled and said, "Well your words are kind and sweet so you shall be reward again." She kissed him once more with a bit more passion and a little bit of mischievousness added to this one.

Gregory smiled brightly and opened his eyes now looking down upon her. "I didn’t do much to deserve that...however I will cherish both of those kisses. Your soft gentle lips are a subtle addiction and all because I suggested how to do away with an enemy to both of our peoples...if this is the case I shall flatten an entire nation just to experience that feel once more."

"If you were to do that I am sure your reward would be much greater than a simple kiss..."

"From you, another kiss would be as great of a reward as anything else." Said as he leaned forward and brushed his lips teasingly against her own. Aliria leaning into it she enjoyed the contact. "You should be careful though...with such inspiration like that I'll go out and level entire nations just for you my dear Aliria.."

He whispers to her, "Earlier you called me Edain...a title I shall cherish, you my dear will never have to worry about me being a faltering ally to you. For I shall always seek to defend you nation, and self."

"Lovely words you have spoken, and with no doubt I know that you will live and act according to them, because the edain ae loyal, honest, brave, and steadfast. i'll give you the title of honor of the first Edain recognized by any Aelosian, and you will be forever my friend and the friend of my people, and nothing wrong will happen to you that we could had avoided"

To this he smiled lightly, his hand moving up to run through her hair he pressed his lips to hers in a light and gentle kiss. There was definitely something new about him, he was changed and much so for the better.

"I feel the power and self confidence in you, Greg. And I predict you that no man born from a woman's womb will defeat you in the near future, until Mandos will warn me otherwise", _6she says after she slides her tongue over her lower lip, fixing her stare in his eyes, speaking in a mysterious, mystical tone

"Your words my dear will inspire me to do great deeds. Not only for my nation but for you...It is amazing the sense of strength one feels when one hears those words." His voice was gentle and much more reserved than before. A small smile holding at the corner of his lips as his eyes were locked in the same stare.

"Those words are only the reflection of your inner strength. As long as you believe in yourself, nothing will happen to you if you believe in yourself. I'm just reading your image in the mirror, and nothing else. You're growing stronger just because you were strong in the first place", she says, in the same tone as enunciating a riddle

"Great actions are inspired by friends, and those who are most cared for." Gregory reached out his hand and held it between his two hands. "My self confidence comes from my want to protect others. By any and all means. "

"As any paladin of old times", she said as she squeezed his hand a little with hers. "Knighthood is not an easy status to reach, and it's even more difficult to maintain. But it seems to be easy for you, king Gregory the First and Only, Father of Man, First amongst Equals"

"Aliria, eternally the princess of Aelosia and its peoples. Friend of the Monarchy and all of mankind itself. My damsel in distress for whom I will fight a monster the size of a planet to rescue..." He stopped and just smiled softly at her, his gaze moving away from hers now.

"King Gregory, Friend of Elves, Prince of Men and Knight Defensor of the True Good, who with a noble gest has appointed himself as my champion, offering his services, even his life, to me as a gift. Not worthy of that honor I declare myself, and I deeply regret not being better to deserve such honor. But nevertheless I accept, honestly being capable of discern that no better Champion could be found both between elves or men", she said, blushing

"Aliria, I know of no better woman in this entire universe more deserving than you. " Looking back at her once more he stepped closer gazing down upon her blushing form the back of his hand touched her rosey cheek. "A beautiful color..."

"Aliria, I know of no better woman in this entire universe more deserving than you. " Looking back at her once more he stepped closer gazing down upon her blushing form the back of his hand touched her rosey cheek. "A beautiful color..."

"The color isn't an issue, is the emotion that is important", she said. "As with most things, even as our sight can provide us with the most amazing shows of beauty, our heart can read even more beautiful things"

"My dear Aliria your words far outpace my own and soon I'm going to find myself the same color as you. It is true, our hearts can see a greater beauty than just the outside...and right now I'm looking upon the most beautiful woman in existence.."

Aliria blushed even more, now her cheeks taking almost a crimson red color. 1"Those words would be beautiful if they were true, but out there are women of similar or even higher physical attractive and sex appeal than me, and even more if we are talking about internal beauty"

"But very few who mix the two...I wasnt talking about physical or internal beauty as being separate. You are both. So it is true, and it is a truth you cannot deny. No matter how much you try to convince me otherwise.."

Aliria looks to someplace else and walks away two steps from Gregory. 1"Right now I'm planning the death of thousands of sentient beings. I'm not as beautiful as you think"

He moved behind her. His arms slowly wrapping around her waist his head tilting down he whispered into her ear. "I'm not looking at the affairs of state...right now we're both doing things we'll have to deal with for decades to come...but that doesnt make us who we are. Everyone makes these kind of choices."

"Not everyone, simple people don't have to do that. Sometimes I wish I would be a simple worker, or a peasant, that way I could avoid such responsibilities"

"I was thinking in terms of other leaders...Aliria as much as you wish to be a simple worker or a peasant the reality is that you are royalty...and as such you make the tough choices."

"Let me settle this matter right now..." He turned her around to face him once more, "What do you think of me Aliria? Be honest."

"You're a Edain, I already told you. You remind me of the Numenóreans of the tales. Being honest, you're like a Gondorian King of Old...That's how I see you, honestly"

"Right...but how do you see me on the inside...do you view me as a horrible monster?"

"No. Numenóreans weren't monters. Until the end..." says Aliria in a mysterious tone

"You my dear will drive me insane...I was hoping for a different answer but didn't get it...but I will say this...if things were different and this entire situation were different I'd still think you as extraordinarily beautiful."

"I would think the same, King, Gregory. I will think the same. Sorry if my last words made you think otherwise"

"Don't call me King...just call me Greg..My thoughts about you havent changed at all.."

“Mine neither"

"Now close your eyes...for all your words you deserve a cookie."

Aliria laughs openly and turns to Gregory, eyes closed. With her eyes shut Gregory took the moment and stepped closer pressing his lips to hers in a passionate but breif kiss. Alira felt the contact and winced a little, but then she let herself go by her current feelings and fell into the kiss.

Gregory moved backed away slightly and looked a little embarrassed now at his own relative rash nature. "I should learn not to."

"Act in a brash way?" she said, shaking her head a little. "No, you must always act as your heart tells you to. But I must say that I thought of Maglor in that moment"

He nodded his head slightly and felt rather bad. However a smile was quickly on his lips and he shrugged a little. "Well hey if I were kissing me I'd think of someone else to..."

Aliria laughs, with her light spirit surfacing again. "You're quite a case, Gregory, quite a case"

"Yeah...quite a case." He smiled and all and hid everything else how he felt. Just gazing from side to side, he hadn’t felt such discomfort in awhile. Humor was his defense and when that didn’t work switching the topic and a route of escape was next.

"I suppose I'll be a married Princess soon, that's all that I meant, nothing else"

"Oh yes the party...I take it that went well...maybe I should do one of those sometime for the sole purpose of that. Then again one party after another..."

"I know...But Maglor hasn't appeared yet, and I'm not still married", she whispered, pressing his hand between both of hers

"Maglor is one lucky person." Said as he moved his hand from between her own, he smiled slightly down at her and just placed both his hands behind his back standing tall and broad shouldered. "I hope he does not mess up."

"I don't know what to say, Gregory. He hasn't appeared in a while. I'm still waiting for him, but I'm sure that he will appear and will make me a happy woman"

He blinks a little and raised his shoulders up in a shrug. "Well I dont know exactly what to say..never met him before..if your sure he'll make you happy, then all is good.Now..we probably should get back to deciding what to do."

"That's a good point, probably"

"So Princess, who you plan on attacking?"

"I would like to leave the planning in the hands of the military nobles, but it seems that an attack on Tor Yvresse would please the Everqueen, more than an attack on Auman"

Gregory nods his head a few times and pondered acting brass once more his shoulders slumped a bit as he seemed to loosen up. Rolling his head abit he grumbled slightly and rubbed his right shoulder. "I'm 450..and my shoulder feels like its going to be 800..as for attacking the Tor Yvresse...my support will not faulter..however we arent really thrilled about attacking them."

"Then why attack auman?"

"Its long and complicated...I don't want to borrow you with the trivial details of it...however as I said, we'll follow the choice you make.

Aliria had begun to have second doubts about Gregory’s original plan and now began to express it. "If we attack Auman, we will need to face the entire MIDAS, we would be facing the probability of losing our entire Martian assets in a war that we can't win" Gregory had an axe to grind with the Aumanii but he didn’t want to fight. Especially over the Yvressi. "I have a plan for that but fine...you don’t need to convince me." Gregory turned his side to her his hands falling down to his sides he appeared as if he were going to walk off. "Is there anything else you wish to discuss Princess Aliria?"

Aliria smiled toward Gregory and cutely said, "Just to ask you if you would like to take a little walk with me, to see the swans" Gregory melted a bit at the question. He had been ready to walk off and go back to the party but this was definitely a better offer. "Of course I'll take a walk with you...what kind of champion would I be if I didn’t know when to appreciate nature with the one who he fights for and with?" A smile returned to Gregory’s lips as he extended an arm out to Aliria for her to grasp if she wished.
She’d indeed grab his arm, as they both began to walk toward the lake. "The eldar have a blood grudge with us" she says, as a casual statement.

Gregory begins to walk at a leisurely pace with toward the lake with swans. Gregory nodded his head to her statement not taking the trail but walking on the grass instead. "Why?" She pondered slightly if she would tell him and then after a moment or so or silence she said with the same casualness as before. "We made quite a genocide in that Craftworld, you know?. Don't you have wondered why we live in a Craftworld but we don't have eldar population?" Her face suddenly grew dark with a shadow as she looked away hiding a shame not many outside of her people knew.

Gregory coughed a bit he was embarrassed to say the least this caught him off guard and now he was stuck in an awkward situation. "Aliria there is much about this universe we have yet to find out...its not like we have OSS agents in your nation gathering this kind of intelligence...I...didn’t know," He gazed over at her from the corner of his eye and suppressed a sigh. He moved his free arm up to rest his hand on the hand she was holding his arm with.

Aliria looked at Greg again, smiling broadly. She wanted to reassure him and break this uncomfortable silence. "You didn't have any way of knowing, Gregory, that's the most heavily guarded secret of our Empire. Any Aelosian could be executed by revealing that information" This didn’t help much but Gregory tried to fix the situation as well, "I feel honored you trust me to tell me that...but I don’t want you breaking any of your people's laws Aliria." He looked over at her and offered her a cautious smile. Aliria though gave him a confident smile, "I'm a Princess, and I have privileges. If I make the laws, I have also the right to break them in certain circumstances"

"Ah well...yea its good to be royalty." Gregory laughed a little and kept on walking. He moved his head over toward the direction of the lake in a small nod. "There it is Princess." Aliria just stared at the lake, looking how the swans were swimming in the water, and smiled to Greg again. “Aren't they beautiful? Swans are a treasure, a moving and alive treasure, more beautiful than any jewel or gold trinket"

"I can not agree with you more. They are very lovely creatures indeed." Giving a slight nod to his head he kept looking forward as she smiled at him. "Eligant as well. Few other birds seem to be as graceful."

"Maybe the hawks, although the hawks are also deadly", she said, speaking again in the mysterious tone. He picked up on the tone, noticing how her voice changed going from normal to this tone several times. He didn’t however inquire on it. It wasn’t exactly something he’d forget soon though. "Perhaps. I suppose your right...so my dear you are the swan and I am the hawk."

Aliria however was being cryptic once more unfortunately she masked whether she was enjoying being so cryptic or not. "You can say so...Or we could say that I'm the swan turning into a hawk and you're the hawk turning into a swan?", she asked, as telling some kind of enigma, her stare still fixed at the Swans. He however just shook his head at that thought...he'd agree maybe she was turning more hawkish but he didn’t consider him anywhere near a swan. That didn’t really matter as instead of actually saying that all he could get out was, "Not really. For once I disagree."

"You shouldn't, because I have spoken truth"

"I do not see myself turning into a swan...while I do see you turning into a hawk...Fine a half truth."

"I was talking about entirely truth. What is a hawk doing socializing with a swan?. You should be hunting me, not trying to win my favor or my apprecciation. Unless you're another swan, of course"

"Well if your turning into a hawk, does that mean your hunting me?" He moved his arm from hers and began to circle behind her leaning his head forward whispering to her. "Does it mean you'll betray me?"

"Probably. How you would know it if you're a swan?. Swans are entirely innocents. But I'm not only a swan, I am also an elf, and elves...don't...betray...anyone. We leave treason for others with a lesser sense of honor. Hawks are honest beings, we were talking about predator birds, not about weasels", she said, a hidden flame gleaming inside her pupils

He didn’t call her on that...Gregory was no ones fool and he had questions he wanted to ask but kept back. "Elves are like other beings...they have the capacity of betraying their own and others..the term kinslayer comes to mind." Gregory stood to her side watching the water ignoring the birds all together.

"That term is not allowed to be located over a Sindar...A true Sindar, I guess. Treason is just not a word of my vocabulary, King, Gregory"

Holds back on what he wanted to ask Gregory just looked over at her and gave a slight nod of his head. "Just because I am not hunting you, does not mean that I am not a hawk..."

"You're a hawk, but also a swan, that was what I said. A hawk turning into a swan"

"Well if your turning into a hawk, then I suppose I can not trust you." Said as a matter of fact.

"You can trust a hawk. I have a hawk, as a matter of fact. Back in Aelosia, and I trust Aerisiel a lot. She's a good bird. I trust her more than I trust most people. I don't think she's capable of betraying me. You don't know a lot about hawks, don't you?"

"I'm confused...but I understand..abit.." Gregory sat himself down on the grass beside of the lake. He had moved abit from Aliria and looked up toward her. "Going to sit with me?"

I can understand your way of seeing it, and I'm not disturbed or angry at that fact, although I must recognize that it's sad to live an entire life that way, Gregory. It's like living in an world made of grey ash. without trust no positive feelings can grow, no matter how beautiful the garden is"

He looked over toward Aliria and just gave a shrug of his shoulders. "I dont know what say really. I've been betrayed more times by people I fully trust, so if I dont trust anyone that can not happen. Besides few people care if I really trust them or not."

"Some of them care...", she let the words come out of her mouth in a casual manner, as she started to look the point of her dance sandals as a little kid, stretching her legs in front of her face a little.

Smiling lightly at Aliria he wasnt exactly sure what to say. But he slid over on the grass closer to her. An arm wrapping around her slowly pulling her close. "Well..I honestly dont know what it would take for me to trust someone again."

"It takes overconfidence, mostly. If you trust yourself entirely, then you can trust anyone else. From there I find the courage to face even the most difficult diplomatic missions and learn to trust what people say to me", she said, not looking bothered at all by having him even closer now

"I trust myself and my abilities fully...I just dont trust that other peoples intentions are good...I dont know...maybe I've become to cyncial with the years..its hard to trust other humans when I outlive them..with elves its difficult..because I rarely see them at the top levels of government anymore."

"If you trust yourself fully, then you won't afraid of anything, not even of betrayal...Then why to worry about something that you don't fear?. That was what I meant, Gregory" Gregory pondered the truth of these words for sometime before saying, "Alright Aliria. I'll try...no promises though." Gazing forward toward the water once more he gave her a small hug.

She took his broad back between her small arms, and squeezed him a little, quite warmly, as an older sister, or an old and worried good friend. Gregory smiled abit as he gazed over toward Aliria. He took in a deep breath and pondered being quick and rash once more. "So Aliria what is on your mind right now?" A question to which she didn’t even bother to think much before responding, "The thought that you're a being more complete than most of the elves that I've known" The answer was quite fast indeed almost starting the first word after Greg's last one. Noticing how fast that answer came Gregory just blinked at her. "Well I try to be as good of a person as I can be..I suppose that is a good thing. What else is on your mind?"

"How things has changed for me since Elúrin assumed the leadership of the Sindarin Empire. My role is quite different now, and I work under very different orders now, even as I don't agree with some of them, I must fulfill my grandmother's wishes". The answer was as fast as the one before, and even a little more determined. "Duty is always important." Nodding his head a few times he kept his eyes on her. "Lets move off of something so serious though. I've got something rather simple on my mind. In fact it can’t get more simple than the following." Using the arm he had wrapped around her shoulder he turned her head to the side to face him his lips pressing to hers in a soft kiss.

Aliria closed her eyes as she felt the contact again, and a little chill ran down her spine "So this is how Lúthien, Elwing and Arwen felt when they were kissed by human men. Now I understand". She smiled, breaking the contact for a moment, placing her hand over Gregory's chest. Gregory’s free hand moved up and gently rested atop of the hand on his chest. A smile curling up at the corner of his lips it was a soft smile the same softness that filled the moment. His own mind was a jumble of thoughts, as he trusted himself in his rash actions. He was unsure of what to say and then he suddenly realized that words weren’t needed right now. For a brief moment they looked at each other with intensity, staring deeply into the others eyes, until Aliria finally closed then again with a little, almost inaudible whisper, opened her lips just a little and raising her chin towards his face. They kissed once more this time thought it was Aliria who made the move to kiss Gregory. She enjoyed again the overwhelming feeling that ran all over her body as she kissed him, but again she broke the kiss after the longest three seconds of her entire life.

“My darling Aliria…”Gregory looked around the small area and down toward his watch before gazing back up to her "We should get back to the party....I want to see you again though...I want to steal you away once more for another moment.."

Aliria turned around to see Greg, and finally she stared into his eyes. "We should return, aye, but for what do you need another moment?"

"To be able to serenade you with beautiful words the next time we meet...it'll look to suspicious if we keep disappearing at this party so we'll have to wait for another time...will there be another time my dear Princess?"

She smiled warmly at those words and responded simply with, "There will always be another time, Gregory. It will always be, I'm not planning to die tomorrow"

Greg laughs lightly at that and tilts his head down adverting his eyes from her own. "I dont plan on dying tomorrow either. I think a tour of the craftworld is in order sometime in the near future.." He gave her a mischievous grin.

"You are already invited, all you need is to take a shuttle to the nearest jumping point...We have an embassy in your beloved city, anytime you can just inform of it. I would be waiting for you…” Aliria said in a small hopeful tone her hand resting inside of Gregory’s.

"I'll go with our embassy staff...I'll make up a good reason to show up...no one will be the wiser.." Said as he extended an arm out to her to escort her back.

Aliria placed her arm warmly in his arm, and prepared to follow his lead. Looking up at him she smiled and said "Will you dance with me again someday?"

"Why someday? The party is not yet over...I told you I'd dance with you again." He looked over at her and smiled and walked back on the trial toward where the rest of the partygoers were.

"Then today will be that day, I guess", she said smiling..."To dance with a King is a privilege reserved for few, and I'm not going to waste mine"

"As it is to dance with the fairest lady in the land, and I shall not waste the opportunity to abuse my Kingly privilege to do so." Walking back onto the main trail back he looked over at her once more and gave her a wink. They were once more amongst people soon enough and heading back toward the tent. "Remember the first time we met?"

Aliria sighed..."you were screaming at me, being held by a bunch of your soldiers. The sun was shining over Puerto Rico, and rage was flaming in your heart. I was so clumsy back then"

"I can honestly speak for both of us when I say, neither of us expected this.." He laughed a little…it was a funny day to say the least. I cant believe I lost my temper. They got all
of it on tape ya know.."

"Your temper exists to be lost in those moments, that is one of the things that make you special"

"Careful now..or you'll turn my face red again.." He said as they stepped into the tent and walked toward the direction of the dance floor. The music had grown progressively slower as the night wore on with people drinking and getting tired.

"Bah, I've blushed enough for one night, and you too...So…Are we really going to dance?"

"If the lady wishes me as a dance partner then of course." Gregory said and extended his arms out to her. She stepped forward and held onto him and they both danced a few songs before departing and going their separates ways for the moment. Gregory however promised himself he’d see her again.

Boris sat idly, looking around, and he saw a lone woman, or rather, elf. She was very beautiful and apparently Lady Rúmë of Silmessë, and he was bored anyway. He made way to her, trying to think of the best possible way to introduce himself. As he approached, he smiled kindly and bowed slightly saying, "Greetings, I am Boris Kasparov, Premier of the URHP."

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A fusion of blue; Rúmë's eyes rose to glance deep into the features of the Premier. Studied him, even as a smile formed on her delicate lips.

"Héri Rúmë Ailinhrótallo," chimes could well have dwelt within the confines of her throat, her voice an enchantment. "Call me Rúmë, we Silmellon are not greatly wrapped in ritual and title."

Boris was mesmerized by Rúmë's beautiful voice, and he smiled kindly, the most genuine of smiles he had offered all night. "It is a true pleasure to meet you, Rúmë. I must say that you looked quite lonely, and I was a little unoccupied, so forgive me if my greeting was not the most appropriate." He paused, scanning over the party. "So, what brings you here tonight?"

"A request from my liege," Rúmë replied, warming to the man. "Olorndil asked that I represent Silmessë, eager as our Lord is to integrate his realm into the global community." A soft smile curving the lips. "My own interests brought me to New York City, fate arranged that I was at hand to aide Olorndil." Sipping from her drink, Rúmë searched her mind for any whisper of the Premier's nation. "Olorndil did offer to provide me with…"chaperones she thought and hid the scowl that attempted to ripple her brows. "…attendants." The word was vaguely less distressing to her, but still she regretted bringing the subject into the conversation.

Glancing up at the Premier, Rúmë continued, "I do seem to have arrived rather…untimely Premier Kasparov, all the guests have already found their cliques." She smiled brightly. "I thank you from rescuing me from the vacuum."

Kasparov was completely confused about what Rúmë had just said about fate and all that concerned it. He tried to appear as if he understood what the hell she was talking about, but the gap between the mindset of Man and Elf was showing quite embarrassingly. He gathered it together with his charm though, and smiled graciously. "Ahh, Orlondil. Yes, I have heard his name in the past, perhaps in government documents or by word of mouth. Surely the latter..." Kasparov cursed himself for even hinting that his government would be so interested in Silmessë. They didn't need to know, and they shouldn't know. He wanted to be kicked in the foot, but his wife was busy with those dwarves (ahem..), so he continued listening. "It was not but a problem in rescuing from isolation, my Lady, for your beauty was too stunning to avoid a conversation to hear your voice." He bowed slightly and kissed her hand. "May I ask, however, what is of the culture of Silmessë? I don't believe I have heard enough to be able to form an..accurate conclusion."

Sipping at her drink, breathing the fragrant aroma of berries, Rúmë allowed no emotion to telegraph across her features; remained perfectly composed.
A whisper of alarm had threaded its way through her mind. Do I imagine it, or should we have eyes turned on the United Republics of the Hvittsted Pact? She furrowed her brows, let the Premier perceive her deep in thought. He had asked a question, it would be assumed that she considered an answer. I have negotiated contracts with great complexity, this is no different. The internal reassurance made her smile. She accentuated her child-like appearance, widened the eyes, relaxed her posture.

"You'll find that in Silmessë, Premier," Rúmë's voice turned the name of her country into a series of musical notes; they trilled the beauty of the land even to mortal ears that discerned so little in sound. "…culture is steeped in a time that no longer exists. The Silmellon harken back to an age forgotten in these days by all but the oldest of Elves."

She could not hide the passage of ages that lay glimmering in the depths of her eyes, the gathered wisdom of a life that stretched back into the distant past; yet Rúmë imagined that Premier Kasparov was a man who did not read beyond the surface. Her delicate proportions, her diminutive form - only moments ago reviled by Rúmë - were now embraced by the Lady of Ailinhróta; artfully employed to disarm Premier Kasparov.

Kasparov was growing a bit agitated with the mysterious language that Rúmë was using liberally. However, he restrained himself, and attempted to further the conversation, knowing little about Silmessë, and he caught her eyes. Immediately he felt himself losing all the agitation that had been building up, and he smiled happily, being captivated by Rúmë's charm and stunning beauty.

He raised a glass of red wine next to him, and took a sip. "Dear Rúmë, please do tell me more about the history of your stunning nation. I yearn to know more so that I may be able to leave this Ball feeling educated and sufficient." He added a grin, and then took a sip of the wine.

Rúmë caught every nuance as it flowed across Kasparov's features, drank in the liquid phrases of his every gesture, an unconscious language that the Premier could not silence.

"Education my dear Kasparov begins at home," she said duplicating his tone; intimacy implied as she leaned closer. "I should be delighted to indulge your desire for…instruction, Ailinhróta is a beautiful setting for such things." Her attention solely focused on Kasparov - the murmured conversation of those gathered in the park frozen out of her mind - Rúmë missed nothing. "And among the Silmellon you will come to understand what I could teach you, here…" she smiled, glanced round at the flare of city lights that spilled over the tree-lined horizon; returned her brilliant eyes to Premier, vivid lodestones that exerted an undeniable pull. "…there is nothing to compare; nothing to point to when words simply fail." Another smile; she spoke true.
"You've a fondness for Elven cultures, Premier Kasparov?" Rúmë asked; awaited his response and wondered if he knew that lying to her would be impossible.

Rúmë had the measure of this man. It is not you Kasparov who gains from this conversation, it is I.
It was an art, one that Rúmë had quickly mastered; in business the cordial surface concealed a ruthless desire and the Lady of Ailinhróta did not speak for Menelhén simply because she was Lady.

OOC: Ack! Sorry for the late reply! I got a little off-track due to RL situations.

Kasparov began growing highly uncomfortable under the gaze of Rúmë, and shifted uneasily as she continued, yet still mysteriously lost in her eyes and captivated. He listened as she described her country with mystery and beauty, and Boris had a sudden desire to visit Silmessë to see what she spoke of. He began imagining many things, and suddenly he returned to Earth, and glanced over at his wife, who was paying him no mind while waiting for those silly little dwarves to respond. "Why, uh, that was a beautiful description of your country, and I would love to visit sometime," he lied. Truth was, his fondness for elves only stretched as far as his wallet, though there were a select few in his government he had taken a liking to. He took a sip of his red wine as she asked the next question, and nearly choked. He began sputtering, not knowing what to say. "Uh, yes, they're um, highly..interesting. I find..." He was choked for words, and immediately took a deep drink of wine and looked over the party. "Nice night, isn't it," he said loudly. "Spiffingly cool air.." Kasparov was liking this less by the minute, and he knew that if a Silmellon ever walked into the halls of the Blått Hus, he'd run for his life.