NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Me and my friends are going to attempt to start RPing in here on our little regional island. At the moment it is going to be private unless otherwise invited. Thank you.

[The Holy Empire of] Kaneadia
[The Empire of] Fenixius
[The Armed Republic of] Kel-Moria

Looking with narrowed eyes out the window of the esplanade of her grand palace, Alexander pursed her lips.

"Call for the leaders of Kel-Moria and Fenixius. The leader is dead and he has split up the islands to of us to rule. We need to talk."

IC: Fenix took a few swift steps, his black combat boots making soft taps across the cold linoleum floor. His body was reformed. No longer was he the soul of a defeated warrior trapped inside the cold metal body of a dragoon, but with their new age technology his body was repaired of it's damage and his mind was replaced. He resided normally as a soldier of Auir would in a large metalic battle suit of a Zealot. However after his retribution and formation of this small nation inside Arinelen, he found human clothes comforting so he wore them often. only a little larger, and a little more powerful. Fenix turned his head slowly to respond to the intercom voicing above him, "Mr. Fenix, Lord Alexander of Kaneadia is inquiring to your appearance on the matter of regional territory."

Fenix took a few steps pressing the button on his intercom, speaking in a loud booming voice that was the pride of his race, "Please prepare a transport vessel to take me to join this congregation of brethren."

"Yes sir, transport vessel already prepared for lift-off in docking bay 9 sir."

"Very well, that'll do soldier, continue your duties."

Fenix walked off slowly taking large swift steps, moving twice as fast as normal without his metalic battle suit. He boarded the ship and they took off quickly, "Captain. Hail Alexander and inform her of my depature and arrival ETA. What is it by the way?"

"Yes sir. ETA is 15 minutes sir."

IC:Wasting little energy, Corrin moved swiftly down the stairs to his private docking bay. Stepping inside the small bay, 15 pairs of shoes clicked into formation as a squad of Corrins Special Forces snapped to immediate attention. “Corrin sir, your transport is ready. Bravo Two will be escorting, and Alpha One will be standing by.”

“Thank you Commander, resume your duties. I will inform you of my return imminently.”

As he boarded his shuttle, a small, immaculately clean techician approached. “Everything checks out sir. It is all ready to go.” Corrin nodded and continued to the cockpit. Seeing that the squad had strapped themselves in already, he sat down in the pilot seat and began the warm-up procedure, his fingers running lightly over the various keys and switches. Boosting the shuttles small, but very powerful engine, the shuttle launched into the deep water. Rushing upwards, it breaks the surface and straightens out a few meters above the water. Engaging the Auto-Pilot, Corrin unstraps himself and hits the All-Clear button for the benefit of the Military Squad.

Seeing that the journey would take a little over half-an-hour, Corrin moved to the top deck of his private shuttle. Several soldiers snap to attention behind their various heavy weapons. Giving the At Ease signal, Corrin walks to the viewing port, and looks out upon the glassy, dark water.

Continuing to peer out the window to the engmatic sea with its pulsing, comforting waves, Alexander could hear the intercom in the other room beep. Her spokesperson answered and she could hear that Fenix was hailing. After a brief discussing between the two on the line, the spokesperson entered her private meeting quarters. They were furnished beautifully, though not by her, but by the former leader. Arinelen himself.

“When are they due to arrive?” Alexander asked without bothering to turn around, her eyes still on the sea. The islands were in a state of termoil. Upon Arinelen’s death, his will and last testiment to his newly late wife - Alexander’s step mother - had been that the three sub regions or kingdoms were to be ruled seperately. Alexander never liked her stepmother and was suspicious. But since there was no proof, Arinelen’s wishes had been carried out.

“ Mr. Fenix will be here within fifteen minutes. Mr. Cornairio will be here any time now. He had to have a military consort.”

Of course he did. Kel-Moria was now in a state of criminal tormoil at the death and seperation from the other kingdoms. Since they were different kingdoms, the idea of possibly losing free trade had sent the region into a chaos because it could possibly dent their strong economy.

Her own country wasnt doing so well itself. Crime was low, but the economy was suffering drastically. Kaneadia had been the political capital, but itself was lacking in exports, having imported most of its goods while exporting its educational and more artistic products. At least Fenixius seemed to be doing well from what she had heard in her reports.

“Send them in as soon as they get here.” Alexander said finally turning around, her dark brown hair curling about her shoulders slightly as she sat down. She wore simple black clothing of khaki like material. She had been to a funeral recently and hadnt found time to change. She had been busy over seeing the military. Of the 25 million people currently living on the Arinelen islands, only 8 million lived in Kaneadia and most of them were of the upper class scholarly type or the dirt poor type living close to the capital for panhandling and government funds, so a small military would do - for now.

Hearing the intercom beep on the wall, Corrin walked over to it and it and pressed the glowing red button. Instantly, a voice wafted out from the small speaker-box next to the button.

“Kaneadia should be on the horizon now sir. Requesting permission to land momentarily.”

“Yes, thank you.” Corrin replied.

Corrin walked back over to the viewport for a few seconds, waiting for the small island to appear on the horizon. Approaching from the southwest, the powerful shuttlecraft slowed down to be watchful for any kind of air traffic or wildlife. Corrin climbed back down to the lower level, and told a Technician to give the escort fighters the all clear sign. The whine of their engines decreasing, Corrin walks over to the bay door and waits for the ship to land.

OOC: So...do I need an invite or what?

OOC: Nah, go ahead. I dont know why the *$%# Corn and Matt are taking so *&%$ing long to post. GUYS, I CANT POST UNTIL YOU GET IN MAH ROOM! POST ALREADY! And Corn, enough with the posts that no one can post off of, the idea of posting is to give people something to post off of, JUST LIKE T1 DAMN IT!

*blows nose to clear snot* Peace.
-Alex

btw: I got sent a letter to bring Kaneadia into compliance with the end Barbaric treatmentthingymahjig. Psff. Surrre. Last time I checked I hadnt tortured anyone yet. WHAT HAPPENED TO INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY!?!?

“Miss Arinelen, word has been passed by the U.N. that the End Barbaric Punishment Proposal has been passed.”

Lovely, Alexander thought as she took her face in her hands and growled into them. “God bless the Liberals!!”

“Are you choosing to profess a faith at this time Ma’am?” Her Aide’s eyebrows shot up. He was brand new and took absolutely everything she said seriously. She would have to cure him of that.

“No.” Alexander said leaning back in her chair. “How many of our legal practices at this time fall into this catagory?”

“Actually, at the moment, none. All prisoners are being detained while the legal system is being sorted out with the change in governments.” Her aide said, consulting a little data pad.

“Impressive. Arinelen was not known for being a tolerant man and usually got his way by killing those that got in his way.” Alex said musingly, looking to the portrait of her father hanging over the fireplace on the other side of the room.

“Your father was not truly that bad.” Her aide said looking rather unsure. He was young and would not have been alive in the time period that she was refering to. She smirked evilly at him.

“Well, not in the end he wasnt.” Alexander said then reverted back to her grin. “Anyways, tell Delegate Fenix when he gets here that we will comply with this stupid proposal so long as it does not pose sanctions on my country’s liberties.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“One more thing.” Alex said, losing the humored look to her face.

“Yes?”

“Whose *&%$ing idea was it to put the Katze on the list of eatable foods to curtail the beef shortage?”

“Uhm.. I believe that would be Mr. Delagiose’s idea.”

“Well... Have him taken care of.”

“Are you serious!?!?”

“No. I am just kidding. But do tell him that if another stupid issue shows up on my desk written by him, that I will be unduly upset.” Alex said, grinning again at her aide. The aide grinned and stepped out of the room. The new aides were so gulliable these days.

Bored, she pressed her button to her laptop like computer. It showed that both Fenix and Cornairio had arrived.

“Guys, I know you are here, can we come up to my office sometime before the end of the stoneage?” Alex said keeping the humor in her voice as she flooded the docking bays with her message.

IC: Chris sat at his desk, his head resting in his hands. He stared out the window, watching all those fancy new transport ships heading off toward some destination...suddenly he remembered the king had passed. Chris's nation had been a small, fledgling little country when the king had taken over. Chris had bargained with him and agreed to supply him troops and weapons in agreement that his nation would be left to rule itself.

Seeing as how there were new rulers, Chris sighed. He pressed a button on his intercom. "Yes sir?" his military leader asked, voice crackling. "General, prepare a jeep and fetch my best machine gunner, I'm going to go see the new rulers of the king's old land." "Yes sir" the voice said and was gone.

Chris got up, stretched, then walked outside to where his jeep was now waiting. He slid into the driver's seat and grinned as his machine gunner approached. "Expecting trouble sir?" the gunner asked. "Nah, just a precaution. I don't expect them to give me trouble once they realize who I am when I come driving up, but still, it'll feel better to have you watching out for any rebels or such."

With that, Chris started the jeep, shifted into drive, and pushed the gas down. He grinned as it kicked up dirt everywhere, then sped off down the bumpy dirt driveway and onto the large, hilly dirt road leading to where all those transports had landed...

"Ma'am?"

"What?" Alexander asked looking up to her aide.

"Another convoy is on the way"

"...Who is it?"

"I dont know. They came from one of the tiny islands off the northern coast. We are their only borderline country."

"Who the hell could that be.." Alex thought to herself. "Send a message asking what they want and that they are travelling dangerously close to important envoys of our own and to state their intentions. If they are coming for the meeting, tell them to come on up, but leave the guns at the door."

"Aye Ma'am." The aide stated.

OOC: ARRR MATEY! YE BE UNDERSTOOD! O_o;;;

IC: Arriving on the ground, Corrin hears the amusement in Alexander`s voice. Moving quickly, Corrin tells his Special Force team to get some sleep. He then moves up the stairs, down a few thousand miles of corridor, and eventually walks into Alexander's office.

"You know Alex, you might want to cut down on some of those 500,000 miles of corridor. It really cramps my style when I try to get here cool-looking and I get lost. Is it true that they got rid of Barbaric Punishments? Well, crap then, what else can I do to make my worthless staff work?"

Pushing a few buttons on a convenient wrist-communicator, Corrin says into it, "Stop torturing the cook. It's agaisnt the law now. I guess we will have to start paying him for his food. And you better let Ms. Hutchinson out of the broom closet."

Looking around as if for the first time, Corrin innocently asks, "And just where might Fenix be?"

IC: Fenix's blue neon eyes flashed a blue so vibrant it was nearly white, which his eyes often did with change in mood or thought. The shuttle came to a shuddering halt as they landed in the docking bay. The violent oceans of this region that often manifested his love of war and fighting was so soothing, seeing it disappear and be replaced by steel walls reinforced with bright flood lights shining over everything, guardsmen lining doors and waltzing to assure security precautions. Fenix sighed gently, as he removed himself from the ship.

"Captain, thank you for your duties. This meeting may take time, help yourself to free time on the island as long as your communicator is operating. I'll inform you once I have more information."

"Yes sir, thank you sir!"

Fenix walked through the long corridors, being greeted with salutes and nods or sometimes absolutely nothing by men as he skipped almost a long way into Alex's office, nearly losing his way except for his keen, almost photographic memory that reminded him of this walk that he'd taken before.

He entered the room, with a small sigh and a huff shutting it gently behind him. He walks in and tilts his head, "Please accept my apologies," he said quickly, "My delay was caused by a UN matter, I was informed that the latest resolution has been passed, related to public torture. I had to make sure I wasn't corrupting my position as Delegate by disobeying this... Pathetic law..."

Fenix didn't take a seat, as he usually didn't. His legs were powerful enough to hold him up so he usually only sat in vehicles or aircraft. The way his knees bended backwards -- as protoss units did, the way of a flamingoo made sitting awkward, especially at his height.

"So let's get down to business. It's been a while, Alex, Corrin. And I assume our meeting is not that of either business or pleasure but instead a painful median, the death of your Father Alex (And Corrin?) and how things will be run with this land from here out," Fenix said quickly again.

"And also accept my sympathy and compassion for the loss of your Father before we begin, he was a brave warrior and treated me with kindness and respect. His memory lives on in all of us, especially his flesh and blood. En taro adun, as we used to say back on Auir..."

OOC: Keep in mind guys, Fenix is the Fenix from SC, same background and shit except he escaped Kerrigan's ambush and is alive and his body was put back into that of a traditional zealot. Well, a little larger than a traditional, like Fenix used to look. Braids n all. SEKSI! ;)

Sorry I'm late... ^_^;

As Chris approached the transports that were parked together, a person started waving at him to stop. The machine gunner glanced at him, and signaled if Chris wanted him to shoot. Chris waved his hand in dismissal and slowed the jeep to a stop.

The guard came running up, puffing from lack of breath. Chris sat there and watched in amusement. "Don't worry kid, I mean no harm. I came here to meet the new leaders. I was an old friend of the king's and once I saw all those transports I figured there must be a new ruler, so I decided to come see who it was." With that, Chris leaned back in his seat and waited to see what this guy's response would be...

Out of breath, the messanger took a shallow breath of relief when the machinegunner didnt shoot him and a man came out and told him he wanted to meet the new leaders. He nodded to him.

“Aye. Alexander Arinelen the first has passed away and left counsel of the Arinelen islands to his offspring, Alexander the second of Kaneadia and Cornairio of Kel-Moria in addition to a great friend and hero from another far away land named Fenix who presides over Fenixius.” The messenger said quickly in one breath, hardly taking in another breath. “I will escort you to the lady Alexander’s counsel chambers as the passages and corridors are quite long.”

***

Hearing the joke about the cook and Ms. Hutchinson caused Alexander to laugh uproarously. Sliding into her chair she calmed down as Fenix ushered himself silently but with grace into the room. She always held a certain awe of the taller zealot warrior that her father always had a fond word of.

“Of course. You did not miss anything of importance and thank you for your sympathies. They are kind heart warming. As for why we are here, as I am sure you two know, after father passed away he left instructions with my stepmother that the three largest regions of the Arinelen Islands, Kaneadia, Kel-Moria and Fenixius were to be ruled by us instead of just one person. I suspect that was to quell any rivalry between my brother and myself with a third, trusted individual - you, Fenix, - as a tie-breaker of sorts to keep things civil.” Alexander said speaking in a serious tone, leaning foward over her ornate desk.

“As you know, Kel-Moria is currently having uncontrollable amounts of Crime and the economy of Kaneadia is not quite as strong as it was when the Islands were one complete economy. Also, we have to get into contact with the small island country that was not conquered and was left to rule itself and see whether or not it is interested in the same terms with our seperate nations. I hope us three can work just as closely together as seperate nations as we did as one. I am recommending free trade and travel between the nations and our peoples.”

IC: Fenix's ocean blue eyes were deep enough to swim in, and they glowed appropriately as he nodded in mutuality to Alex's statement.

"Commerce shall continue as expected, without charge of course... What about our other laws? Crime and persuit of criminals. Fenixius has no crime currently, and is hopeing it shall remain this way. But if a criminal did appear and say, ran into territory not of my own who would find him? That sort of thing, and anything else that can be thought of. Additionally, Fenixius has been going through a respective calm economically, and is doing quite well for itself. The population grows rapidly, and our military becomes that much stronger every day. If any assistance of any sort is required, counsels should only request it and I'd be pleased to offer my assistances."

Fenix said it matter-of-factly in his deep and slow voice as he usually did. He was sort of excited as he spoke, but it was difficult to tell with him really, he didn't sound very orthadox in comparison with humans.

Tracing his longer fingers over his face softly he blinks in the mannerism of the protoss, "I'd also like to mention my Delegacy in the UN. I appreciate the support of your nations, including the forth nation left on it's own rule whom I can sense is inquiring towards this meeting. Fenixius trusts it can count on the further support of this region, and hopes it can serve you all with trust and reliability."

Fenix crossed his arms, eyeing Alexander's posture in her chair. She seemed so, CEO. So in charge and demanding. She knew what she wanted and how she wanted it, and he respected a being that always knew this. A clean conscious and a continual ability to react with her most instinctive and intellectual decision, much like her Father was. It was that, 'intelligent spunk,' that had attracted him to their Father originally.

Fenix respected Alex and Corrin greatly, they weren't cruel or unruly, they were realistic and 'down to planet.' Fenix understood that extremely well. Fenix let out a sort of sudden bellow of baritone laughter, "Awkward silences were never my forte."

Following the messenger through the halls, Chris chuckled. "Quite a place she has here, eh lieutenant?" Chris asked. "Yes sir, it's definitely a huge palace." his machine gunner remarked. "Say, did you hear some idiot thinks they saw UFO's above our nation? I was warned of spies so I decided to give orders to shoot down anything in our airspace." Chris said, and both men laughed.

As the messenger led them through all the halls and corridors, Chris took in the scenery, appreciating the taste the new rulers had. "Quite an area..." he thought, finally arriving at a door. Presuming this to be the meeting area, he slowly opened the door and walked in, his 6 foot 3 inch frame barely making it through the door. He quickly flattened his dark brown hair, which had become ruffled from the drive over, and a spark of amusement flahsed in his aqua colored eyes, then slowly approached the 3 leaders, his machine gunner following.

Just as Fenix laughed, which she smiled at, a tall man came through the door. Must be the leader that he had been refering to from another country. She looked to him and greeted him with a smile.

"Welcome. We were just discussing matters of security." turning back to Fenix, she didnt quite lose the smile, but adopted a more serious tone.

"As for criminals, I recommend extradition. If we can prove that they indeed came from another country, then we shall send them back, no questions asked. As far as I believe, our laws and moralities are not too much different, if at all yet, so we wont have to worry about there being any worries of harsher punishments in other states." Alex stated leaning back in her chair and turning it slightly left and right in a restless manner. Politics were all fun and games, but there were other things she could do.

"I figure, that as long as the punishments for the major crimes, those concerning violence, crimes against personal property and civil rights are as similiar as possible, we will have no problems."

Looking to Chris, she stood up and extended her hand to shake it. "Welcome to the nation of Kaneadia. I am Alexander Arinelen, the current leader and I formally welcome you here in the hopes that we will have a working friendship as good, if not better than the one your nation shared with my father."

IC: Fenix would at this time had a smile on his face if it were possible, difficult it was without lips though. As Chris entered, he turned himself to face this new leader. (I noticed your comment on aliens and spies Chris, may want to rethink your budget spending now that you're staring an alien in the face huh?) Fenix nodded softly, his long robotic seeming braided hair folded around his shoulder, but his strong neck threw it back. He also extended his long blue three fingered hand to Chris, "Greetings Terran! It's a pleasure to meet a new face as always," he looked at the assulter carrying a heavy weapon and chuckled softly, "I didn't realize this meeting was under fire..."

Turning back to Alex Fenix nodded in approval of her agreement to prisoner transfer for trial/punishment.

IC: "Extradition sounds good. I will keep transports and military available at all times to 'Transport' prisoners. Surprisingly enough, my country has found the para-military gropu responsible for most of the crime in my sector. Now that we have broken the ring, the small portion of crime remaining is petty theft, and illegal electronic activities."

Turning around as two other people step in, one with a machine gun, Corrin lifts his eyebrow in amusement. "And who might this well-armed individual be? I hope not the caterer. Or your executioner, for that matter."

Hearing her greeting the man, Corrin dismissed his previous notions. Sticking out his hand, he reaches out to shake the hand of the new arrival, or rather, the arrival not holding a large machine gun in his hands.

IC: Chris raised up an eyebrow at the three fingered creature and chuckled. "Guess the nuts were right, there are aliens." He grinned and proceeded to shake the hands of each leader. He nudged his gunner and the gunner quickly took the hint. He slung his gun over his shoulder and also proceeded to shake hands with the leaders. "Now, are there any new interesting business proposals I should hear of? Oh, As for the trial/punishment thing...pfft, They should've allowed barbaric punishment..." Chris said with a slight chuckle. He slowly walked over to the window and stared out it, slightly zoning out and ignoring the other leaders. "looks like a new regime has started...." he muttered to himself, watching the ocean with a detached look.

IC: Fenix shook the humans hand, making sure to ease on his strength. Fenix had made the mistake of crushing a few human hands when he had learned this ritual. He didn't realize his own strength pulsating through his veins sometimes. He shook the hand of the assulter as well, and wished right then he could form a more realistic human expression to let the man know that it was funny to him, to see that look.

"This 'regime' is no more than claim to power and dominance where it is rightly dued," Fenix said calmly.

"Anyway. We're not maliciously intented, well. Discretely may be another story but, that's a seperate matter..."

IC:

"I must agree," Corrin says. "Barbaric torture is often the most effective. And regime we are not. As of yet anyways. Many things have yet to be decided." Glancing out the window, Corrin sees a large flock of seagulls chasing a pelican around. Looking around, Corrin waits in the silence for someone to say something, so he doesnt look like an idiot.

Grinning at the caterer joke from Corrin while she shook hands and she nodded to the extradition agreements from Fenix and Corrin. Looking to Chris she took a slower, single nod.
“Just what Daddy wanted.” She said with another grin, though this one not quite as good humored. “Though we expect that we will be working a little closer with your country this time around.”

Turning to look out the huge window that was behind her, she gracefully folded her arms over her chest. “Wonderful view isnt it? Anyways, you guys all know how to get a hold of me. I keep a satalite phone on me for when important folk want to call. Shall we go to dinner and see what my caterers are really like? MY caterers have rocket launchers.”

OOC: Damn. The above post isnt really done by Kel-Moria. I was doing my nationstate thing while on his profile and even though I signed out when I went to the forums, it went to his sn instead of mine. so the above post is actually mine. I will post it here also to evade confusion.

IC: Grinning at the caterer joke from Corrin while she shook hands and she nodded to the extradition agreements from Fenix and Corrin. Looking to Chris she took a slower, single nod.
“Just what Daddy wanted.” She said with another grin, though this one not quite as good humored. “Though we expect that we will be working a little closer with your country this time around.”

Turning to look out the huge window that was behind her, she gracefully folded her arms over her chest. “Wonderful view isnt it? Anyways, you guys all know how to get a hold of me. I keep a satalite phone on me for when important folk want to call. Shall we go to dinner and see what my caterers are really like? MY caterers have rocket launchers.”

IC: "Agreed!" Fenix boomed. He frowned at Alex's idea of dinner...

(I don't think Protoss digest nutrition. o.o)

"Well we could, I suppose..." He had sort of a grim confused look, like he wasn't really sure why anyone would want to.

IC: Chris blinked and turned away from the window, a slight grin on his face. "Dinner sounds good...mind if my gunner comes along too? I suppose I could have him check his gun at the door or something." Chris added with a slight smile.

IC:

"Dinner does sound good. If there is one thing I never do, is to miss an oppurtunity to stuff my face."

Chortling in his mind over the jokes they went over during the evening, Corrin begins to follow Alexander.

"And by the way, my phone is always open as well."

IC: Fenix laughed and took a place in line to go to dinner.

"My communicator is always open as well, exccept from 7-8 o'clock. That's Fenix time, no interruptions." He chuckled again loving his own sense of humor too much even. "So Alex what feast have you prepared that I can't digest this time? Hmm?"

Fenix while waiting for an answer used his communicator/phone and dialed his pilot, "Take some more time off, I'll be here for the night. Stay on guard, and radio back in to the nation cabinet so they know where I am. The Templar will be worried as they tend to do..."

"Yes sir." the booming Zealot voices sounded back into silence.

IC:

Smirking, she nods to the two males before looking slightly dumbfounded at Fenix.

“Oh yeah. Sorry about that, I dont have Protoss over very often. They dont like my food and my chairs.” Shruging with a grin at that, she tilts her head. “But if you do want anything, say so, and I will have an underling fetch it.”

Moving to the door, she throws the double doors open, the massive oak panel doors taking some effort. “Follow me my esteemed collegues, my cooks have made a feast.”

IC:

"Sounds good. My lazy pilot is probably already asleep, so I wont bother to call him yet. Do people even make backwards chairs around here? It seems that like that would be awkward.?

Corrin then thought some more about the food.

"Your uhhh....cooks didnt buy any of their beef products recently did they? Cant be too careful with Mad Cow you know"

IC: Chris chuckled at the Mad Cow joke, then moved along the line to get food. "These Cheeseburgers had better not be poisoned.." Chris added with a slight grin. He glanced around at the other leaders and then added: "By the way, I have orbital weapons in development, so we're safe from missles.". With that said, Chris walked over to a table and sat down, eyeing everyone else, a twinkle in his eye.

Laughing herself at the mad cow joke, Alex took a seat and grinned at the reference to the missiles.

“That is good. All those families of the innocent people tortured and killed before that U.N. ban might have missiles somewhere.” Alex laughed, obviously not serious. Or is she..?

“On the menu we have all sorts of anything. Tonight, I believe they cooked a variety of pastas and fowl for our company, since I didnt know whether or not you ate pork or mad cow. Just think of ANYTHING you would like, and it will be served. It will taste like chicken however. Cant help that.”

IC:"Is that because it is all chicken, or because of altering the foods appearance?" Corrin smirked as he sat down and scooped some of his Jello-like food in his mouth. "How odd....chicken flavored...."

IC: As Chris ate his food, he glanced around and watched everyone getting their food and eating, all of the usual. As Chris watched everyone, he couldn't help but feel his eyes attracted to the only female leader in the group...her graceful curves, the way she walked, flaunting her power...he couldn't help but grin as he watched her...hoping she wouldn't notice him glancing at her, he quickly turned back to his food, glancing up occasionally to watch everyone else.

IC: Fenix had his backwards kneecaps bent backwards to make it appear he was sitting down by his height. He watched as everyone ate, understanding how uncomfortable it usually made people feel. He never experienced it since he never had to eat or digest nutrients but, that wasn't really his fault... He thought it was funny how worked up people got over it too.

He noticed with his neon eyes that Chris was staring not too subtley at Alex and he raised an eyebrow in the way he did it, "I notice you're staring at Alexander Chris... I can tell by your skin temperature, heart rate and facial expression you are attracted to her. But instead of asking her to mate you sit there and grin like an idiot. I don't understand humans, why don't you all just 'sleep' with one another and get it out of the way..."

OOC: LMFAO!

IC: Nearly choking on his Chicken flavored Jello, Corrin tries hard not to laugh and keep a straight face, though it is extremely hard when he has a mouthful of jello. Grabbing a random mug of drink off the table, he gulps it down to discover that it was ketchup. "Hmmm....Ketchup." He says as he blinks back tears of laughter. " I dont think I am going to touch that one. I think Chris is going to have to answer that one." Turning back to the table while busy hiding a grin, Corrin notices his plate is empty. He goes back to the serving table and reloads the plate, his arms getting weak under the weight of so much food.

OOC: <.<; Nice post Matt.

IC:

Blinking for a moment, she glances to Fenix at that comment before her eyes move to Chris. Her hand on the glass she was holding lifted and she took a drink, raising her left eyebrow slightly. Keeping her composure she grinned slightly. As she cut through her grilled chicken steak, trying not to laugh at her idiotic brother, who thought his chicken was jello and his wine ketchup.

“Yes, I think he will have to answer that one, wont he?”

OOC: Matt, you friggin hilarious bastard XD

IC: "Well" Chris said, raising up an eyebrow, "It would've been a lot more subtle if you hadn't mentioned it blue boy". With that, he grinned and said "Besides, i'm not just gonna say 'Hey you, Alex, wanna get it on?', that's just not the way I am" he finished with a slight grin. "I'm at least gonna take my time and NOT seem like a jackass, or, at least more of a jackass than I already am..."

IC:"Besides that, dear Fenix, if he straight up stated that he wanted to pursue relationship with my sister, I would have to beat his ass." Corrin said, turning his attention away from the food for a moment. Satisifed that his comment sufficed, Corrin turned back to his food, demolishing mound after mound of food that would probably leave a person sick for days. "By the way Alex, your cooks are awesome. Wherever did you ensl- hire them?"

IC:

Watching the guys quip amongst themselves, Alex grinned. The rather awkward moment seemed to pass easily as none of the guys made a big deal about it.

"Well, they are homegrown Corrin. They come from one of Kaneadia’s finest culinary institutions. I am sure if you swung by, they would be delighted to send some of their most prominant alumni your way."

IC: Fenix stared dully into the eyes of Chris at his comment, making no movement, except placing his incredibly long and thick three fingered hands across the table as if he were preparing to attack something. After a moment he said to Chris in a dark tone, almost that of the dark templar, "... Blue boy... Where I come from, sir... That is a racial insult, one warriors punish capitally... I owe you a blade through the heart, and electrified barbed wire hanging you like a noose.." he continued this in a dark silence after a moment, even through Corrin's comments. He then burst into a baritone laugh, "I am just making a joke! Ahahahahahahah!!! I had you there... I could smell it.." he smiled in the way a protoss did. Without mouths their facial expressions were still readable, worry, surprise, joy, sorrow, vengence, hatred, spite... Death. He chuckled at Corrin as well gently and relaxed himself sitting back a little (though he is still standing.)

"I still don't understand, but oh well. The future of your kind is not my premium, just my deductable." He chuckled again thinking he was quite funny and on a roll now.

IC: Chris just sorta chuckled after being scared nearly to death, and raised up one eyebrow at the Templar. "Funny guy, ya know it? You seriously had me going there Fenix" Chris said with a grin. He then picked up his cheeseburger again and resumed eating, glad that no one had decided to say anything else about the weird, awkward moment earlier

IC:

Coughing a little she sipped some of her wine. "I am assuming you all are spending the night, yes?"

OCC: Hey can i get in on this? I'm a huge blizzard fan ( i have every game they ever created) .

OOC: We will have to get back to you on that one Homie. I have to discuss it with the others.

IC: " Well, I suppose I must. After this rather large meal, I doubt I could get back onto my shuttle with anything less than a wheelbarrow." Grinning at Fenix making Chris uncomfortable, Corrin turned back to the others. " Before you two brutally murder each other, let me eat dessert. If I am to watch a fight between a Protoss and a Terran, shortlived though it would be, I need to finish loading up on enough sugary things to keep me up half the night."

OOC: Fricking double posting. I hate my computer.

OCC: Ok ill wait but if i am allowed to post, i got some gosu storyline to post ^_^.

OOC: Post your story line OOCish, and if we like you, we will keep you. No promises. Include facts about your country, stuff about the person that is your leader whom you will be roleplaying, etc. Describe your country and whatever problems it has, IT CANNOT be perfect. And if I hear a f*cking thing about advanced technology when you dont even have 20 million... Well. Good luck. We are hard critics. =D

OCC: Well my leader is CeleKorn, he is a big tall guy that is realy quiet. My nation has few problems including union strikes and youth problems. With are spaceships we have found a few of the greatest heros ever. Jim Raynor , Artanis , and Zeratul who of all pledged alliegiance to our nation for our great generoisty and love of peace. We have only a small fleet of spaceships and they are all outside your Meeting Place. (1 Battlecruiser , 1 Carrier , 3 Wraiths , 2 Scouts ,an observer, and an Arbiter). Tell me if you think its acceptable.
President CeleKorn out.

OOC: I find it kinda unrealistic that those guys would have joined you, plust having that equipment at 20 million, which is todays population for you. It was 12 when you first posted. Change your numbers a little, and we’ll talk. Plus it might be more polite since our IC characters arent very uh.. nice, for you to wait at the border and contact us from there.

Also, chances are, you will have to move into the region with us to RP. If you do, then you will be required to vote for Fenixius as delegate.

- Dict. Alexander Arinelen

I see. Well if I have to move regions then im sorry i wont be able to, it will remove me from my clans squad. As far as the Heros I will make it only Raynor ( i mean it said noone saw him after fenix died. So why wouldnt he join me? ). The fleet would be 1 Battlecruiser and 3 Wraiths and a Science Vessel. If this isnt good enough then i will kindly stop posting and just enjoy this wonderful mixture of bw into nationstates.