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Standing in the gracefuly arched entry way of the royal ballroom, the young queen waits, ready to greet her guests. She is carefully dressed in an ball gown of white and silver, a simple golden circlet set with moonstone rests upon her head.
The ballroom itself is decorated in warm, pleasant hues with large plush chairs across one wall and a glossily polished floor. Sparkling silver and crystal lays ready upon a crisp white table-cloth which itself lays over a handsomely carved table dating back many generations.
Silk banners bearing the emblem of Moonstone Harbor hang from the many balconies overlooking the ballroom and a troupe of musicians are tuning up nearby.
Evening is rapidly approaching, and very soon, the guests should begin to arrive.

"It sounds like a nice enough place" Jacob Harrison said quietly.
"I suppose so Comrade president" His driver and bodyguard, Yuriy Gogol replied.

They car pulls up to a great (Castle, Palace, Mansion?). Yuriy and Jacob exit the vehicle and procede up a red carpet lined with ceremonial guards. Jake is awed at what he sees when he enters the building.

"Must have taken quite a pretty penny to build this place ehh"
Yuriy was at a loss for words. Jake then noticed a young woman waiting at the entrance to the ballroom.

"Ahh, you must be our Hostess this evening, are you not" Jacob asked politely

OOC: All are welcome? I wouldn't mind joining this.

A little girl knocks upon the door.

"I hope this is the place."

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OOC: I love to post pictures of my representatives. Here she is.

(Fate is being kind to me, I was able to get online. Yes all are welcome, but you may want to look over the invitation here: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2366081#2366081
It's a castle, Chochezkoo. And Der Furher Dyszel, she isn't bringing that gun to the ball, is she?)

Mariel had not been waiting long when the first of the guests arrived from Chochezkoo, body-gaurd in tow. She assumed that it must be the president who had responded to her invitation.
"Must have taken quite a pretty penny to build this place ehh" The other body garud didn't answer, and both glanced around until the president spotted her waiting in the entryway.
"Ahh, you must be our Hostess this evening, are you not" he asked politely.
"As a matter of fact, sir, I am. Welcome to Moonstone Harbor. I believe the music is about to begin if you'd like to go inside." The young queen offered, gesturing toward the ballroom behind her.

**Meanwhile**

A knock on the door prompted two foot men to quickly open it revealing a young girl with blond pig-tails.
"Good evening, Miss. If you'll follow me, the ballroom is this way."



(Please excuse the low quality post, I'm a bit crunched for time)

(Fate is being kind to me, I was able to get online. Yes all are welcome, but you may want to look over the invitation here: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2366081#2366081
It's a castle, Chochezkoo. And Der Furher Dyszel, she isn't bringing that gun to the ball, is she?)

Mariel had not been waiting long when the first of the guests arrived from Chochezkoo, body-gaurd in tow. She assumed that it must be the president who had responded to her invitation.
"Must have taken quite a pretty penny to build this place ehh" The other body garud didn't answer, and both glanced around until the president spotted her waiting in the entryway.
"Ahh, you must be our Hostess this evening, are you not" he asked politely.
"As a matter of fact, sir, I am. Welcome to Moonstone Harbor. I believe the music is about to begin if you'd like to go inside." The young queen offered, gesturing toward the ballroom behind her.

**Meanwhile**

A knock on the door prompted two foot men to quickly open it revealing a young girl with blond pig-tails.
"Good evening, Miss. If you'll follow me, the ballroom is this way."



(Please excuse the low quality post, I'm a bit crunched for time)

OOC: yeah, sorry about that

IC: Jacob looked around the ballroom. Yuriy was still in awe at the scene. The musicians were superb, he thought as he walked around the many tables of food.

"Yuriy, take the rest of the evening off" He said as he sampled a bit of drink from the punch bowl

"Yes comrade president"

Jake did not truly fear assassination enough to bring a body guard. he knew that the Castle Guards surrounding the place were more than capable of dealing with anything danerous. It was just mainly that, Chochezkens had a long history of comaraderie.

"I wonder who that is" he said to himself as he gazed at a painting of a man on a horse

OOC:
No, that is just a picture to show what my character looks like. No gun for her. Especially not one of that magnitude.

IC:
The little girl knocks again upon the doors, for it is proper to be accepted into a party then to barge in, where she lives.

"I am sure this is the right place," she speaks silently to herself as she knocks again.

(oh, ok. And just so you know, the footmen already opened the door for her, it's the second post up from your last one. An In Character post will come later)

(oh, ok. And just so you know, the footmen already opened the door for her, it's the second post up from your last one. An In Character post will come later)

A black sedan pulled up to the Moonstone Harbor castle. A tall man quickly got out of the driver's seat door and opened the back door. Out stepped an elderly man dressed in a tuxedo. The two walked up the steps. As they reached the entrance the doors swung open, opened by two formally-dressed guards. "Greetings, President Laskin." said one of the guards. Inside the entrance foyer stood a young woman. "Hello, Milady," said Laskin, slightly bowing. "I'm Michaswai Laskin, and my close friend and driver, Mark Gerk." He bowed and offered a greeting of 'Queen'. "I'm honored by your invitation."

Mariel dipped a few inches in a half curtsey as an older gentleman in a tuxedo and what looked like an attendant entered the hall. "Hello, Milady," the older gentleman bowed slightly. "I'm Michaswai Laskin, and my close friend and driver, Mark Gerk." He bowed again and offered a greeting of 'Queen'. "I'm honored by your invitation."
"Welcome, (um.... President?) Laskin and Mr. Gerk." She gestured to the ballroom behind her where President Harrison of Chochezkoo stands examining a painting. " You are one of the first to arrive. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

(... drats, I don't know why it keeps double posting...)

Gerk sat down in a large, plush chair and surveyed the room. President Laskin stopped for a moment and listened to the music. He then walked over to Jacob Harrison. "Hello, President...Harrison, is it not?" Laskin offered his hand and Harrison shook it. "I'm President Michaswai Laskin of Trinis, but please, forget formal titles for the evening. Wonderful place, isn't it?"

Harrison returned Laskin's handshake.
"Yes, it is. This castle must have a great history to it. Chochezkoo has no castles, because our ancestors were Nomadic Horsemen, But from other foreign castles, this one dwarves them all..." He trailed off

"Oh, I'm very sorry.So, Michaswai, may I call you that? You, I hear are from Trinis. What is it like there, If I may ask"

A sleek, black, old model automobile, not unlike the one's the German Army used for it's officers during the Thrid Reich gracefully pulls itself outside the door. The passenger in the back seat exits himself, without the help of his driver.
He calmly pats the roof, signaling the driver to leave.
Reichsfurher Helmut Sinning, walked to the door, knowing that he was un-invited, but was pressured to attend by the Fuhrer.
Holding his cap in his left hand, he slowly and calmly knocks three times, waiting to be admitted into the Castle, or Schloss, rather as the Nazguulians would call it.
An older man answers his knock, and directs him directly into the main ballroom.
Seeing the hostess, he gradually makes his way towards her. He is dressed in full uniform, pressed, boots polished and his battlefield honors jingling as he walked.
Realizing that he did not know the name of his hostess, he simply nodded, took her hand and said,
"Frau..." he trailed off, as a sign for his hostess to fill him in.
He waited calmly....

Laskin took a glass from a waiter passing with a tray of drinks. He sipped it and said, "Trinis, ah, yes. We have a few castles, none of this magnetitude, but a few. Our ancestors needed to live somewhere during the winters, especially in the north. Most of the country is pretty temperate, except in the northern mountains-wonderful ski slopes-where you can see your breath most of the year, and the southeast, where it gets pretty warm, at least for most Trinsians. We take pride in our composers and music, especially our two 'Golden Ages' of music. Ah, Bertroski's Seventh..." Laskin hardly took a breath during this. "You want a good plate of steak and roast potatoes, pay us a visit. Oh, I'm rambling. How is it in Chochezkoo?"

OOC:
Sorry, I often miss things.

IC:
The girl enters the ballroom, dressed in a long green ball dress. She looks about with care.

After observing the room, she finds a seat and sits down. She ordered to come here and await until a proper representative would arrive. She feared who that would be, for she would be spending her time with them.

Note:
She is not fond of some of the representatives of The Dictatorship, especially one being Mathias Bortniansky.

"It's quite alright" Harrison said as he chuckled. he quickly quited down.
"Ahh, Chochezkoo. I would give 1,000,000 dollars to anyone who could find a more prideful people, Than Chochezkens. The southern part of our country is our industrial area, and the east is a mainly argicultural area. The North and West, are Pretty much vast expanses of Pine and Fir Forests."

Harrison sighed.
"I am sad to say, I have not heard of this Betroski, I'm sure he must be good. We have had quite a colorful history, and though people don't see it, many of our ancient customs survive to this day"

Harrison looked up as he noticed a newcomer.
"See him right there" Harrison made a head motion towards the uniformed man
"Field Marshall Dzerzhinsk, the leader of our armed forces, could give that guy's decorations a run for their money"

Yuriy laughed from his leaning spot behind Jacob. But then walked off

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Yuriy approached their hostess slowly.

"Hello Ma'm, I don't suppose, I could have a look around the castle, If, of course, it's alright with you" he asked , some what clumsily

sorry, double post

(very sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been offline because of school)

Mariel soon greeted another of her guests, a man in a smart miltary uniform. He nodded to her, taking her hand.
"Frau..." he trailed off, as if waiting for her to finish the address for him.
"Mariel. Welcome to Moonstone Harbor sir. The other guests are inside, if you would like to join them."
The bodygaurd of the president of Chochezkoo slowly made his way towards her.
"Hello Ma'm, I don't suppose, I could have a look around the castle, If, of course, it's alright with you" he asked seeming a bit ill at ease.
"No, it's quite alright. I'll have Harten escort you." She summoned the footman, somewhere in his early thirties, who appeared quickly.
"If you could please show Mr. Yuriy around the castle, it would be most appriecated."

Yuriy smiled
"Thank you very much." He took out a camera
"I'm not often allowed to play tourist, most of the time I'm on duty"
He looked at the guard.
"Mr.Harten, If I may"

He followed The footman



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"You should come and visit us sometime you know" Jake said enthusiasticly.Then The Idea struck him.

I should throw a celebration there sometime, He thought.

Mariel, having waited for a while, left instructions to have any more guests shown into the ballroom before entering the room herself to officially begin the party.
"Nations, I welcome you to Moonstone Harbor. As no more guests seem to be arriving, Let us begin the festivities."
She gestured to the band who began a lively waltz that dated back many generations to the earliest queens of Moonstone Harbor.

Jake turned to aknowledge their hostess
"Nations, I welcome you to Moonstone Harbor. As no more guests seem to be arriving, Let us begin the festivities."

The band tonight was great, he thought. Yuriy must be having fun right now. He was always fascinated by history, and castles were treasure troves for history lovers

"Excuse me my friend" He said as he rose .

He approached Mariel.

"This is a wonderful band you have here tonight" He stated

Zis doesnt look like a bad place mein fuhrer, Says Generalità Heidrich

Ja , Nice plce indeed. says ReichsFuhrer of United - Germany

Ein gutes haben tempo, mein Liebe, says RiechsFuhrer leaning over to his fiance Anny Bellentone.

Sehr gut

Englisch bitte, I no it musst be hard vor du but you musst use le international language, demands Generalità Heidrich

I dont under stand why we have to go to ziss partie., complains Anne

Madame we have to get accuainted with the other leaders vor obvious resions, says Generalità Heidrich

As RiechsFuhrer Friedrich gets out of the car the driver tries to hand him his pistol.
ReichsFuhrer Friedrich waves it off as he sees man walk out to the car "nein nicht dieses mal" says Friedrich

Zinc before u speak mein fuhrer, SIEG HEIL!
ReichsFuhrer Friedrich Gives the salute back
" My love." Anny takes Friedrichs and and they walk throught the doors.

When they get through the doors anny's grip on Friedrichs arm tightens. The ReichsFuhrer sees a beautiful brunnette with long slightly curled hair.
The ReichsFuhrer Tries to get loose from anny's arm. "Ver are u goin" she said. "Uhhh.. Over to sie uhh punch bole" ReichsFuhrer gets loose and wanders over to the stunning lady.
"Hello my name ist ..." before he could finish the lady walked away. "Americans", murmered The Reichs Fuhrer. Depressed already The ReichsFuhrere rejoins anny still standing in the door way talking to a dashing figure of a man.
Hello says the man. The Lady the ReichsFuhrer once tried to talk to walked up. "Goodnight" said ReichsFuhrer Friedrich, as he takes Anny and gets lost in the ball.

Laskin put his glass down on a tray and turned to listen to the music.

Strangely enough, Sinning restrains himself on commenting to the United Germany's Representative on the improper use of his native dialect, by taking it with a grain of salt. He, of course, did not want to insult anyone's intelligence.
Listening to the music (which wasn't as beautiful as the music from the Fatherland), made him think of different times. He dismissed those thoughts though, and decided to get himself a Rye.
For now, he would stand alone, at least until dinner...

(Oh no! My ball has dried up and blown away! Is anyone still here?)

Yes, I am still here, awaiting......

A youth by the name of Andrew Smith drives up to the gala ball. Andrew is a diplomat, a young one, who is charged by his President (me) to engage in diplomacy with the nations attending the ball.
"I hope I'm not late." He groaned, as he looked around the area.
"Well, if you hadn't picked a fight with that jerk at the airport, we would have made it!" His girlfriend, Danielle Steele, retorted. As they got out, she smacked him upside the head as punishment.
"Oww!" A bump grew out of his head, and will stay there for a little while.

Andrew has spiky brown hair, that no matter how many times he tried, it stayed spiky. He also has grey eyes. Danielle also has brown hair that looks just exquisite, and cool blue eyes.

The cowed boy knocked on the entrance door, hoping that someone would answer.

do you people have a life or not............... LOSERs........
*hits the person in front of her* ....
*lol*
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:lol: :lol:

*Danielle kicks Schula out of the ball*

Spamalert!

(Whew, I was afraid everybody was gone. I'll post in character a little later on today.)

(Just waiting for something to come up)

(gah, I couldn't get onto the computer to post earlier. Many appologies)Chochezkoo

**a few minutes ago**
The president of Chochezkoo had detached himself from the other guests with whom he'd been animatedly chatting and approached Mariel.
"This is a wonderful band you have here tonight" He stated.
"The finest musicians in Moonstone Harbor. They competed rather feircely to be here." she smiled, glancing at the band as they strove to show their skills, weaving music in and out of one another's harmonies. "And I see they're enjoying themselves to the fullest." she added with a soft laugh, careful that none of the band should overhear her.
Just then she was distracted by an odd German man and his apparant wife who entered the party and immediately left the lady to pursue a woman who was apparantly avoiding him. Not quite sure what to make of them, she decided to leave them be.

**meanwhile**

Martina, the cheif housekeeper was just seeing to the last details of desert in the kitchen when she heard the distant sound of the heavy doorknocker of the front door. Irritated at being interrupted, she sent one of the kitchen workers to answer it and returned to her work.
Aerin, a little creature of five feet with softly curling blonde hair answered the door to find a bruised man and his escort, apparant guests of the Queen's ball.
"You must be guests. Please follow me, I'll take you to the ballroom." She quickly took their coats and led them towards the party.

(gah, I couldn't get onto the computer to post earlier. Many appologies)Chochezkoo

**a few minutes ago**
The president of Chochezkoo had detached himself from the other guests with whom he'd been animatedly chatting and approached Mariel.
"This is a wonderful band you have here tonight" He stated.
"The finest musicians in Moonstone Harbor. They competed rather feircely to be here." she smiled, glancing at the band as they strove to show their skills, weaving music in and out of one another's harmonies. "And I see they're enjoying themselves to the fullest." she added with a soft laugh, careful that none of the band should overhear her.
Just then she was distracted by an odd German man and his apparant wife who entered the party and immediately left the lady to pursue a woman who was apparantly avoiding him. Not quite sure what to make of them, she decided to leave them be.

**meanwhile**

Martina, the cheif housekeeper was just seeing to the last details of desert in the kitchen when she heard the distant sound of the heavy doorknocker of the front door. Irritated at being interrupted, she sent one of the kitchen workers to answer it and returned to her work.
Aerin, a little creature of five feet with softly curling blonde hair answered the door to find a bruised man and his escort, apparant guests of the Queen's ball.
"You must be guests. Please follow me, I'll take you to the ballroom." She quickly took their coats and led them towards the party.

OOC: Andrew and Danielle are 18, and of course, not the youngest at the ball.

IC:
"Well, this is a nice place." Andrew said. "May I have this dance?"
Danielle giggled. "Sure, my handsome one."
The young couple began to dance to the music, which was very beautiful.

Suddenly two of the ReichsFuhrer's most trusted generals storm into the ball are accompanied by three guards.
"Mein Fuhrer, I bring you news of sie Region."
"Ja, was ist das?"
Mein Fuhrer, zwei nations have ceased to exzist, Our regional delegate has keine endorsements to carry out his Rgional delegation. Your next sie list tommorow you will be sie regional delegate. Congratulations Mein Fuhrer!" The General gives the Sieg Heil salute , and is given one in return by the ReichsFuhrer.
As the Generals and their guards turn and walk out the door, the reichsfuhrer is tapped on the shoulder by the stunning young lady he tried to meet before. " Mein Fuhrer" , she says " My congratulations, would you like to have a victory dance?" "Yes INDEED!!" said the ReichsFuhrer. "But" said the reichsfuhrer's fiance. "But , but ... what?!" said the reichsfuhrer. Once again the Generals came into the ball room for some excitement without the guards. They looked at the reichsfuhrer with suprise. He had been trying to get the love of his fiance for years, and now that he finally got it he flushed it down the drain.
Turning in a step in the dance the ReichsFuhrer reached around, in what looked like scratching his back, but in turn displayed the middle finger and his generals busted out laughing.
As the dance ended the woman admitted her love to the Reichsfuhrer. "I love you" said the girl. "I dont" said the reichsfuhrer. In utter amazement the reichsfuhrer's fiance's eyes grew larger than wat they already were. "But i dont understand" , said the lady. Without saying anything to the woman the reichsfuhrer shouted "Whats so funny you schweinehunds!?!?" The generals straightened up quickly. "My love" said the ReichsFuhrer. He made a loop for his fiance's arm. She accepted. "Where are we going?" demanded Anny(Fiance) "My love we have a lot to prepare for." "like wat?" "We must have a parade a grand parade !" shouted the reichsfuhrer. As they stormed out of the ball room. The man that anny was talkin to previously was chuckling and said "Good Show, Man" Not even looking at the man the reichsfuhrer turned and said to the butler " Pleasse give my utmost regards to the host" the butler nodded his head. Before they reached the car the reichsfuhrer swung anny around his arm and kissed her for what seemed like 1minute. Anny smiled and the went in their car followed by the generals. The guards got on their motor cycles and the band of vehicles drove off behind the line of trees

Laskin coldly watched the United-Germany generals and leaders from across the room, until they left, at which point he took a seat next to Gerk. He was quickly talking on his cellphone. Laskin was interested in meeting the young couple who had entered. Gerk was wrapping up his conversation. "Yes, yes, thank you. Yes, he's here. Goodbye." He snapped it closed and turned to Laskin. "Sir, the election results have come in. Gillhart has won." Laskin settled deeper into the seat. "Hm, I like him. Well, all three candidates were decent, none too extreme. But, Gillhart, he has big potential." He waved to a passing waiter for another drink. He sipped it and set it down on the table in between the chairs. "You know, Michaswai, you would have won, if you ran. I would have supported you all the way." "Yes, but Mark, I have served Trinis for a long time." "Since the beginning of the Republic!" Gerk interjected. Laskin chuckled. "Yes, without me, Trinis would not exist, right? Haha, but seriously, in my old age, I may just invade the Vatican. We need a new voice." Gerk nodded. "I hope you will advise the government. Gillhart does have potential, but really will only do something if you advise him." "Yes, I suppose, I'll sit in a rocker in the Capital building, yelling at the freshmen. Now, lets appreciate the music." As most Trinsians did when faced with a band.

The little girl sat in the seat, when a knock issued from the door.

She sat up in her seat, a cold chill ran down her back. Would it be someone she got along with, or would it be....Mathias? The anticipation grew larger and larger, a tight knot formed in her stomach as she nervously sat at the edge of the seat playing with her hands, taking no notice to anyone else.

A figure, tall and masculine appeared from among the people. The figure appeared to be searching for someone or something. The little girl stopped breathing as she waited for the figure to become distinguishable.

The figure did, slowly emerging into the room. It was very familiar to her, but she could not determine who it was. She knew that person, it was from her region, but she could not make out who it was.

She sat in anticipation, nervously fidgeting about.

A man approached people slowly.

"Hello, I am looking for a young lady of The Dictatorship. Have you seen her," his affirmatively and strong voice sounded as he asked random people.

His gaze pierced the entire room as he searched for the young girl. His eyes darted over her quickly, and then right back.

"There you are," he spoke as he moved toward her at an alarmingly fast pace compared to his previous slow meander.

"My young lady," he spoke with a bow. "I am here to represent you and The Dictatorship. I have orders to keep you here as long as possible my young lady."

He stood before. The girl's heart stopped as the person stepped before her. It was a man in the split image of Atticus. But that was impossible, he was dead. She attended his funeral.

The man was muscular, very buff, and quite intimidating, if his smile did not show his true intentions. He assisted the young lady in standing and and guided her toward the others.

"Now let us represent our nation," his strong affirmative voice spoke again.

OOC:Sorry, I have not been able to reply for a long time because my computer crashed

IC: Jake let out a small laugh.
"Well, they certainly should" Jake said quietly.

He observed the German couple briefly as well, but then turned away
OOC: You're going a bit heavy with the accent, Don't you think?

IC: "So, if I may inquire, Why do they call this place Moonstone Harbor?" He asked

OOC:Sorry, I have not been able to reply for a long time because my computer crashed

IC: Jake let out a small laugh.
"Well, they certainly should" Jake said quietly.

He observed the German couple briefly as well, but then turned away
OOC: You're going a bit heavy with the accent, Don't you think?

IC: "So, if I may inquire, Why do they call this place Moonstone Harbor?" He asked

OOC: Not really every nation/region has their own dialect if not their own language. Having everyone speak english is a bit unrealistic. Everyone in the world doesnt noe english, and if they do some of them may not know how to speak it well.

OOC: I just meant because it is a little bit hard to read, thats all.

After the dance, Andrew and Danielle split up. Andrew walked up to Jake, to initiate conversation. "So, do you like this place?"

"It's very nice indeed, I can't think of any other place I'd like to be tonight. The music is good, The food is excellent, Plus the Whole Shabang is inside a castle" He responded light-heartedly.

"Yeah, it's an amazing place. I--" An aide suddenly burst into the party unannounced and whispered into Andrew's ear. Suddenly, the young man went white as a sheet, and sat down heavily on a chair.

Laskin glanced towards the group standing near a grandfather clock. Jake, the man from Chochezkoo, was talking with the CoreWorlds representative, who suddenly sat down after an aide whispered something to him. "Guess nows not the time to initiate diplomacy, huh?" remarked Gerk.

"No, no. It's just that..." He struggled to get it out. His family... "Core City, my capital...destroyed. Nuclear explosion. Rumors has it that the President has died along with everyone else."

OCC: Am I too late.

Princess Widow walked through the door, invitation in hand. "Man, do I hate dressing formal. I wouldn't even think about dressing formal if this wasn't my missing father's idea. His advisor suckered me in under guilt." she said to herself. She wore a long pink gown, and her hair was up in a bun above her head. She had perals around her wrists, waist, and held a ruby around her neck as a necklace. She didn't look too happy, mumbling to herself.

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"Well, lets go talk to some people."

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A car drives up, with Minister Artemis Kamiya and Prince Milliardo inside.

"Oh dear... it seems we are going to be late," Artemis sighed.

"Would you please calm down? Its just a ball," Milliardo replied.

"But, Your Majesty, it isn't seemly if-"

"Look, tonight you are my guest. Call me Milliardo. And don't worry about anything."

"Eh...alright." They exit the car and make their way to the entrance.

"Good evening, my lady. I am Prince Milliardo, of the Principality of Juppengatana. This is my guest, Minister Artemis Kamiya. It is truly a pleasure to meet you. *kisses the queen's hand*

"I am sorry, friend. If you need a ride anywhere, I have a chopper that can bring you to the airport" Jake said, trying to be reassuring
"Do you know what caused the blast?" He asked

"Thanks but no thanks. The remaining government has ordered all diplomats to stay where they are, as the main airport was destroyed. They said terrorists hacked through the military computers and took control of the nuclear arsenal. 250 missiles were launched, but only one made it to it's target."

(oh my, you've all posted a lot... I don't know if I can respond to all of it, but I'll try)

Mariel was caught up in a conversation with one of the guests (ananymous guest personage...) when several men she had not invited rushed into the room and they and the leader of United-Germany swept out of the room in a virtual parade. She resisted the urge to comment and instead tried to ignore the odd event. She glanced at the representative from CoreWorlds who seemed stricken. She would have to make a point of inquiring about that later, if she could find him alone...
She turned to greet the two newly come representatives, the prince of Juppengatana and his aide, apparantly.
"Good evening, my lady. I am Prince Milliardo, of the Principality of Juppengatana. This is my guest, Minister Artemis Kamiya. It is truly a pleasure to meet you. " He took her hand and kissed it. Apparantly chivalry was a skill well taught in Juppengatana.
"You flatter me sir, but I welcome you both to Moonstone Harbor. I hope you will enjoy yourselves."
She debated as the two entered wether or not she ought to ask any of the delegates to dance, but decided against it. It would not do to appear to show favoritism should she leave anyone out of her offer.

Quite an event she has here tonight." Milliardo remarked. " She makes a lovely host."

"Talking about events," Artemis began," your sister-"

"What about Mimiru?"

"Need I remind you she is coming of age and will soon need to find a proper suitor?"

"Ahh....yes. Surely you will help me plan this out?"

"Of course. I believe it is best we find a foriegn consort. Makes for good relations. And, we should take care of the matter soon. No need for her to involved with a common lout."

"True, true..." The weight of the matter suddenly hit Milliardo. Of course it is important, how could he forget. But Mimiru does not like the idea of her life being planned out for her.

"Ahh... we could worry about this business later. How about a dance, Artemis?"

"I'd be honored, Your Highness." This gets Artemis a glare from Milliardo, and she smirks at him in return.

The little girl could not take her eyes away from the man aside of her.

"Excuse me sir, could you please tell me your name. You look so familiar, but I do not believe we have met," her sweet and innocent voice asked the man.

The man looked down at her, "My Young Lady, Destiny, is all well?"

He smiled, as if concealing something. The little girl looked astonished. He knew her name, she knew nothing of him, but he looked so familiar.

The man led Destiny toward Mariel. The girl looked in amazement (note she is about 17 years of age).

Mariel watched her guests contentedly. Many were peacefully chatting with one another, a few were dancing and with the exception of whatever bad news the representative from Coreworlds had been given, there seemed little care or trouble among them. Just as she had hoped, with the help of good food and good music, it had been easy for there to be harmony amongst the nations. There was hope for this world yet.
And then she allowed herself to be sweapt up in conversation again as the party moved on.

(I know Fuhrer Dyszel is coming towards her, but I'll wait for you to make the first move)

Mariel watched her guests contentedly. Many were peacefully chatting with one another, a few were dancing and with the exception of whatever bad news the representative from Coreworlds had been given, there seemed little care or trouble among them. Just as she had hoped, with the help of good food and good music, it had been easy for there to be harmony amongst the nations. There was hope for this world yet.
And then she allowed herself to be sweapt up in conversation again as the party moved on.

(I know Fuhrer Dyszel is coming towards her, but I'll wait for you to make the first move)

Mariel watched her guests contentedly. Many were peacefully chatting with one another, a few were dancing and with the exception of whatever bad news the representative from Coreworlds had been given, there seemed little care or trouble among them. Just as she had hoped, with the help of good food and good music, it had been easy for there to be harmony amongst the nations. There was hope for this world yet.
And then she allowed herself to be sweapt up in conversation again as the party moved on.

(I know Fuhrer Dyszel is coming towards her, but I'll wait for you to make the first move)

Mariel watched her guests contentedly. Many were peacefully chatting with one another, a few were dancing and with the exception of whatever bad news the representative from Coreworlds had been given, there seemed little care or trouble among them. Just as she had hoped, with the help of good food and good music, it had been easy for there to be harmony amongst the nations. There was hope for this world yet.
And then she allowed herself to be sweapt up in conversation again as the party moved on.

(I know Fuhrer Dyszel is coming towards her, but I'll wait for you to make the first move)

bleh

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(-.- stupid nation states! I posted once and it put up all of THIS crud.. ugh, sorry everyone.)

Destiny walked up to Mariel.

"My lady," she said in a bow of respect.

The man stood away some, giving Destiny room to talk and make acquaintences.

OOC:
Sorry this is short, but I do not get to make much posts now because the forum is always acting up on me. Therefore, I must make them brief to post when I can and where I need to.

Turning from her conversation, the young queen found a young lady speaking to her.
"My lady," she said in a bow of respect.
Mariel dipped her head slightly in return with a smile.
"Well met and welcome." She glanced breifly at the other who apparantly escorted the girl but as he came no closer, returned her attention to her again. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I am enjoying myself plenty some, my lady," Destiny grew quite animated as she spoke. "My lady, is it possible to open alliances with my fair nation. I come from a region so distorted from peace, that alliances with peace loving nations are the only thing that will help us now."

She smiled pleasently, hoping not to have sounded pressuring or manipulative.

The man shifted his weight and looked over to the young lady and smiled. Speaking outloud, "Destiny has become a fine young lady. She will do well if she becomes leader." He glanced at the Queen, and finding his young lady in no trouble with conversation, headed to find a drink.

Mariel looked almost suprised.
"Well... that's a lot of the reason I invited everyone. I was hoping that countries would become allies and friends." She had thought it was more obvious, but perhaps it was best if this were not obvious. There was little way to tell.
She glanced up when the other spoke and watched him as he went to get something to drink.
"Is that your brother?" She asked, curiousity getting the better of her. She knew what she asked might be a sensitive question.

Mariel looked almost suprised.
"Well... that's a lot of the reason I invited everyone. I was hoping that countries would become allies and friends." She had thought it was more obvious, but perhaps it was best if this were not obvious. There was little way to tell.
She glanced up when the other spoke and watched him as he went to get something to drink.
"Is that your brother?" She asked, curiousity getting the better of her. She knew what she asked might be a sensitive question.

Mariel looked almost suprised.
"Well... that's a lot of the reason I invited everyone. I was hoping that countries would become allies and friends." She had thought it was more obvious, but perhaps it was best if this were not obvious. There was little way to tell.
She glanced up when the other spoke and watched him as he went to get something to drink.
"Is that your brother?" She asked, curiousity getting the better of her. She knew what she asked might be a sensitive question.

Destiny looked down to the ground quickly and back up slowly. Her face resummed a sort of confused horror, which she desperatly tried to hide. "Well, in truth, I do not know who he is. He was sent, most likely by Lux, to escort me and see that proper conversations were held. However, he looks remarkably like Atticus, my father, in a manner of speaking. My real father died, and Atticus took me in. Atticus died though, but that man looks and acts so much like....I saw him buried.....there is just no way....." emotions crept into her voice and she began to cry, soft minute tears filling her eyes.

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Laskin patiently awaited a chance to speak with his hostess.

Mariel nodded softly, choosing not to speak rather than say the wrong thing. Reaching to the table close at hand, she took a crystaline goblet with an herbal berry-wine in it. Very low alchohol content, but a calming beverage, something like hot tea. She smiled softly, putting one hand on the girl's shoulder as she offered the drink to her.
"I can speak to him if you would like." she offered.

(Trinis, you can feel free to come up and talk to her whenever you like, although it might not be very diplomatic to cut into a conversation.)

OOC:
Well, I do not mind if anyone wants to cut in.

IC:
Destiny took the glass, holding it with two hands and sipping it slowly.

"I am sorry. I am just confused. If you have time later, you could talk to him," she smiled at her thankfully.

"Of course, I will try to make time." She smiled again then left the girl to collect herself. Mariel would find a more convenient time to converse with her escort later.

Destiny worked her way back to her comfortable little chair. Once finding it, she disposed herself in it, still sipping from the glass. She grimaced to herself for allowing such personal memories to slip back up.

At the same time, the man sat by himself drinking from a large silver flask. It contained The Dictatorship's finest, and he took it everywhere with him. He grinned as he watched people pass by without a notice.

Mariel slipped quietly away from a conversation that had turned to the favored sport of three nations and of which she had very little knowledge. Seeing (um... Fuhrer Dyszel's nation)'s escort seated alone, she made her way towards him, seeing no better opportunity than the present to have a quiet conversation.

The man took another large swig of his flask. He leaned back in the chair, making himself comfortable and at home. He toyed with the flask, as he turned it over and over again. He tried to make out the engraved unknown language at the bottom of and the side, but failed. He grinned and took another swig.