NationStates Jolt Archive

Ooc- You might be one of them outside agitators that settled in Mississippi after the so-called 'civil rights' movement (Special rights movement). Just a thought.

((OOC: You can't complain about other people bringing OOC politics in to flame your posts and then make OOC political comments yourself. Also, as much as you may have studied the South, you're Midwestern and, I gather from your profile, prefer that region anyway. My family has been in the south since at least the presidency of Andrew Jackson, sent many of its sons to fight in the Civil War, etc. So the 'you're not a real Southerner' come back is annoying, since I have the same irl views on feminism and lesbianism that I assume this other guy does, I just leave them OOC))

Ooc- Let us get this rolling again.


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The conference started back up after Smith and Thaller both returned.

Smith walked over to talk to Anna, "Hello, ma'am, are you well?"


Thaller walked over to Silmesse and smiled, looking at the seat next to her, "Is this seat taken?"

Getting back in the driver's seat, she laughed.

"This should be fun. Never been in a car like this."


Edward smiled as the car directed her to the right location... When they arrived, he stepped out and opened the door for her, pointing to a waiting helicopter, "Shall we go then?"

Bente and Ivers watched Thaller enter. Neither showed emotion, but they watched carefully, trying to pick up any hint of strange behavior. Bente was today dressed in the overcoat of her old navy uniform, which went down past her knees. The ends of the tattoos that went down her arms and finished on the back of her hands were still visible, though, as was the tattoo she had on her cheek. Ivers had tied back his long hair (typical for a Callisdrunian) in a ponytail, which exposed the many earings he wore. Both already had their notebooks out, and looked very diligent.

Smith started to speak to the gathering crowd, "The Czar has officially extended the general amnesty program to include women accused of witchcraft if they accept a few conditions that go along with the amnesty."

Smith started to speak to the gathering crowd, "The Czar has officially extended the general amnesty program to include women accused of witchcraft if they accept a few conditions that go along with the amnesty."

"Excuse me sir, but what exactly would those conditions be?" Bente asked as she looked up from her notebook.

Smith smiled, "They must repent and ask forgiveness from God, and swear allegiance to the Czar and the nation."

Falathiel stepped out of the car as Edward opened the door for her.

"Yes, we wouldn't want to keep them waiting."

Allow them to practice there Witch Craft on Haloween only.

Falathiel stepped out of the car as Edward opened the door for her.

"Yes, we wouldn't want to keep them waiting."



Edward walked over to the helicopter and checked to make sure the pilot was there and ready. He motioned for Falathiel to get into the helicopter and he opened the door for her, getting in after she did. It started and then took off, flying high above the city until the objects below were barely visible. She could see on the horizon the snow-capped peaks of Mount Fabus.

She stared for a moment, enchanted. There were very few mountain ranges in Eldanor, and none of this height.

"It's quite pretty."

Edward smiled, "I'm glad you like it... We should be there in a few minutes. Would you like to take a few pictures?" He opened up a compartment and took out a camera.

Falathiel nodded with some enthusiam, took the camera from him, and started to take a few pictures.

OOC: Is the camara digital where you can view the pictures before there developed?

The helicopter landed and after the blades stopped, Edward opened the door and stepped up, and then immediately turned to help her step out. He smiled as he said, "Here we are, shall we go in, or perhaps take a walk around, the scenery around here is just lovely."

She smiled as her helped her out. Once she did, she straightened her dress.

"Why don't we take a walk around? There will be plenty of time to eat later."

Edward smiled as he motioned to a nearby path that went around the resort and restaraunt area, and started to slowly walk forward, waiting for her so she could pick the direction they walked in.

Falathiel followed and chose to walk left, setting a nice, even pace. She stopped to admire the scenery, which was just as lovely as Edward had said it was.

"Do you come here often? It is quite lovely, like you said."

He shook his head, "No, I don't come here nearly as often as I'd like..." He smiled, "So, do you like the scenery?"


They walked on for about forty more minutes until coming to a bench that offered an excellent view of the mountain range and in the distance parts of Jackson City could almost be seen clearly through the breaks in the clouds. He sat down on the bench and chuckled, "Shall we sit for a while, all that walking can tire one out."

"Oh, it's absolutely beautiful here. We don't see many peaks like these where I come from. It's mostly forests and plains and the like. And yes, this looks like an excellent to rest for a little while. And the view is spectacular."

The woman sat down next to him.

Edward smiled as she sat down next to him, he casually yawned and stretched his arm out on the back of the bench behind her before slowly sliding his hand down to her shoulder, wondering if she'd let him keep his arm around her.

Falathiel glanced and gave him a warm smile. She made no move to show that she didn't want his arm around her, and secretly she enjoyed it.

Edward smiled and then looked into her eyes, "It's an amazingly beautiful sight here, isn't it?" He smiled again as he said, "Oh, and I don't mean the mountain..." He then leaned in and gently kissed her, hoping she'd kiss him back.

She was a bit suprised for but a moment. Her heart raced as she kissed him in return.

Edward kissed her for about twenty more seconds, and then leaned back, smiling, "That was nice, wasn't it? You want to start walking back now, or stay out here a while longer?"


Ooc- I'll be back in like 10-15 minutes, so don't think I'm gone for the night if I don't reply for a few minutes.

"No, let's stay out here a bit longer," she said, and resumed kissing him.

Edward wrapped his arms gently around her and kissed her back. Suddenly a young male about sixteen, in a Fabus Youth uniform, came walking by, he sneered at them, "Get a room!"

Edward looked up at the boy and chuckled, "Boy, what rank are you?"

The boy shook his head, "I'm a cadet, why?"


Edward had to try hard to keep from laughing, but then he did erupt with laughter, "I'm a major, Maor Edward Ernst, Department of Internal Security, Domestic intelligence Branch, now move along before I arrest you for insulting an officer."

The boy nodded, quickly apologizing as he ran off down the path.

Edward sat back down on the bench and put his arms around Falathiel again, smiling as he said, "Now, where were we?"

Falathiel looked up into his eyes and smiled.

"I believe you were about to kiss me."

He leaned in and kissed her again for nearly a minute this time. Then he smiled as he leaned back, "I think we should get heading back to the resort, it feels like a storm is coming in... They come in quickly out here and they're fierce."

She noticed it had gotten a great deal colder, she was starting to shiver, Edward slipped his jacket off and helped her put it on, it immediately made her feel a great deal warmer, the soft material felt wonderful wrapped around her keeping the wind and cool air off of her.

She could now see that he was wearing a shoulder holster as his coat was removed at the outline stood out beneath his suit jacket. Edward smiled as he reached for her hand to guide her back to the resort. Suddenly his phone rang, it was the office calling, he excused himself and apologized to her for the interruption, he stepped aside to take the call.

(Edward) "Major Ernst speaking."

(Wilhelm) "Eddie, how are you? It's Wilhelm..."

Edward was elated, "Ah, dear brother, how are you? I am fine, I'm up on Mount Fabus..."

Wilhelm chuckled, "Ah, are you alone?"

Edward smiled, "No, I'm here with the most lovely woman... You'd like her, she's very intelligent and nice, I met her after she was arrested at the Thaller conference... I guess you could say the only good result of that cursed backwards conference was my meeting her. Anyway, I've got to go now, I'll call you tomorrow, take care. Tell mother and father I said hello."

Wilhelm laughed, "Ah, always on the run, slow down and relax brother, you'll live longer."

Edward nodded, "Relax? What do you call being on Mount Fabus?"

Wilhelm shook his head, "Knowing you, you've got papers and office work with you."

Edward shrugged, "Nope, no work. Well take care. God bless."

Wilhelm replied, "God bless."

The two men hung up.

Edward turned back to Falathiel and smiled, "Sorry for the interruption, I always have to leave this on, it could be official business... It was just my brother Wilhelm though, although he called from the DISFB office he works at, so I thought it was business... Well, no more business for the rest of the day."

He shut the phone off and stuck it back into his pocket, then he gently took her hand and started to walk back towards the resort buildings.

He yawned as they were walking, the cold making him somewhat tired, then he smiled when he looked at her, "So tell me, what is your nation like?"

She gripped his gently, feeling comfortable and safe with him. She pulled his jacket a bit closer.

"Ah, Eldanor is wonderful. There are beaches everywhere, being as it consists of a few islands. It doesn't get as cold as it does here, though. Most of the places are a bit tropical, but otherwise there are mostly forests and plains. It's peaceful, too, and quiet. Very quiet."

He smiled as they continued to walk back, "Your country sounds very nice, perhaps you'll have to give me a tour someday..." He then yawned again, the cold started getting to him until his genetic enhancements kicked in and kept his body extra insulated, he sighed, not knowing what she's say to his next idea, "Would you like to stay here at this resort with me for, say... the weekend?"

Her eyes lit up at the mention of the idea.

"Of course, I'd love too. I'd still have to attend the conferences, because it is what I'm here for, but I doubt anyone will care if I spend whatever free time I have with you."

Edward smiled, almost ecstatic that she wanted to stay with him, he then nodded, "Well about the conference, it's basically dying down... The Czar granted general amnesty to the women accused of being witches, and so it's basically over, there is no real need to have a conference on an issue the Czar resolved... So, do you still want to attend another day of Thaller's rants?"

She laughed.

"No, but I'll need to go once more so I can get a report to my Empress. After that, I'll stay here for the weekend with you."

Edward nodded, "You can send a report from here, I can have any equipment you need brought up by my helicopter... If you want to that is, or we can go back to the city for a while... Shall we go eat now though?"


As he was talking, they arrived back at the main resort building and he guided her towards the center lawn in front of the building, pointing to the helicopter and then the restaurant, "Well, shall we head back to the city or go get something to eat?"

Bente and Ivers got somewhat bored at the conference. Though they managed to avoid getting slapped, all of the so called "morality" crap was irritating them. Both arrant pagans, they had no taste whatsoever for the Christian view of it.

"Why don't we get something to eat? I can return to my conference full, at least. Besides, I can tell you're eager to have dinner with me," Falathiel told him, smiling.

Bente and Ivers got somewhat bored at the conference. Though they managed to avoid getting slapped, all of the so called "morality" crap was irritating them. Both arrant pagans, they had no taste whatsoever for the Christian view of it.


Thaller started shouting, "Witches that repent, God will take them back into his flock, repent witches and save yourself!"

"Why don't we get something to eat? I can return to my conference full, at least. Besides, I can tell you're eager to have dinner with me," Falathiel told him, smiling.


Edward kissed her gently again and then nodded, "Yes, I am eager to have dinner with you."


They walked into the restaurant and a Edward helped her remove the coat she was wearing and then he checked it at the checking room. He tipped the greeter to make sure they got seated promptly and then he pulled her chair out and helped her sit down. She looked around and noticed most of the people present were high ranking army officers and government officials. The entire place seemed to smell of cigar smoke.

Edward smiled at her as he looked at the wine menu, "Care for something to drink?" He asked her.

She glanced around the room for a minute, taking in all the details. It was nice place.

Falathiel returned her gaze to the wine menu and pondered for a few seconds, before deciding.

"I think I'll try the red."

Edward ordered a nice bottle of wine from 1918, the year the Ernsts moved to Mississippi, a good year for wine.

After it arrived and the waiter poured two glasses and they both started to sip the wine slowly. Ernst smiled with anticipation, "Do you like it?" he asked.

"Oh, this is probably one of the best wines I've had in a long time. What year is it?" she inquired, taking a few more sips.

He smiled, saying only, "1918."



She didn't know just how much it cost, but the price was well over 500,000 dollars, but the Ernst's were one of the ten richest families in Mississippi, so it was nothing for him to spend so much on one bottle.

"Ah, 1918. A good year for wine, obviously."

Noticing that she was starting to get hungry, she scanned over the dinner menu, looking for something that might suit her tastes.

The waiter arrived and asked them if they had decided, Ernst nodded, "Yes, two orders of pheasant, please..." He slipped the man a 1000 dollar bill, "And make it quick, thank you."



Ooc- DA men consider it a sign of decisiveness to order for the woman. Besides, pheasant in our land is such a well-prepared and famously expensive and delicious dish, any and all should like it.

She nodded.

"Pheasant, that is probably my favorite dish. That would be delightful, being as I haven't had in a while."

A few minutes later, almost immediately after the order was placed, the waiter brought out pheasant (he took some meant for another table, because of the bribe to "make it quick".

Ernst smiled as the dishes were set down, "I hope you like it." He said as he waited for her to eat before starting himself.

Falathiel picked up her fork and knife and cut a piece, tasting and savoring it for a few moments, and answered, pleased.

"The cooks in this nation are excellent, obviously. I doubt I've ever tasted anything better."

Ernst nodded and smiled as he started to eat. Somebody came up and asked him, "Major Ernst?" He nodded and spoke, "Yes, why?" the man said, "There is a call for you."


Ernst shook his head, "Tell them I'll call back later, I'm eating, take a message for me please..." He palmed the man a 1000 dollar bill and he smiled, "The message will be waiting in your usual room sir." And then the man turned and walked away.


They soon finished eating, he checked his voice mail, he smiled, "Ah, the conference is basically over then? Yes? Okay, thank you." He hung up the phone and smiled at her, "Well, the conference ended when Thaller got tired of yelling, so is there any real reason to return there now?"



Meanwhile at the conference, Thaller had grown tired of yelling a few hours ago and was now in the hotel bar, drinking heavily, the conference dead, at least dead for now, but probably over, the issues had been resolved.

She looked relieved.

"No, there isn't at all. Anything is better then being around Thaller, and I want to stay here with you."

Edward smiled, "Would you care to go have a look at the room?"

"Of course, why not?"

He stood up, helped her get up from her chair and then led her through the masterfully decorated lobby that was a testament to the elegance of the resort. After they walked up the marble stairs to the elevator, they stepped in and were taken to the penthouse, the room Edward always stayed in when he was here. He opened the door and smiled as he led her in, "Here we are, like it?"


She noticed right away that the room was at least ten thousand square feet in size and had a heated swimming pool on a now covered balcony. There was a jacuzzi off to the side in the corner of the second room left of the front room. Edward smiled, "Want to relax in there some, after that walk in the cold, it could probably do us both some good, eh?"


Edward shut the door behind them and walked over, feeling the water with his hand, "It's perfect", he said with a smile.

Smiling, she told him, "That would be wonderful."

He kissed her gently as he held her in his arms, then he sighed with a grin, "The only problem is that I don't believe either of us has clothing suitable for bathing... My luggage isn't due to arrive here for a few more hours... I arranged for them to have your luggage brought here on our way to the elevator when I passed that note to the vallet at the reception desk... So, what shall we wear to bathe?"

She giggled, and pretended to consider it for a moment.

"Who said we had to wear anything?"

OOC: I'm going to bed.

Ooc- I'm off to bed shortly as well.


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He smiled and slowly stripped out of his clothing before stepping into the jacuzzi, waiting for her to join him.

Bente and Ivers left the conference, their brains feeling thoroughly battered, though Thaller had done no physical battering today. They went back to their room until nightfall, at which time they left for a stroll. Bente was still wearing her navy coat, but under it she wore a black dress. When they got to a quiet spot, Ivers took something out of his pocket. Seeing him do this, Bente's eyes widened.

Ivers opened it, inside was a ring. It was adorned with an emerald and various symbols of their pagan faith. "I know it's a bit late, but I wanted you to have this, Bente." Ivers had broken with tradition by asking Bente to marry him, earlier.

"Thank you, Ivers." Romance for Callisdrunians was simple, and not filled with many words. They embraced, and then kissed, right there on the sidewalk.

Meanwhile, Anna got up and prepared to leave the conferance. It had became clear that the whole thing was one giant sham, these people were not prepared to talk. She touched an angry bruise on her face, her anger hot on her breath. If she ever met Smith or the Shiek again, they had better be ready.

She slipped out of her silky dress and her undergarments, and carefully eased herself into the jacuzzi, giggling with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Anna got up and prepared to leave the conferance. It had became clear that the whole thing was one giant sham, these people were not prepared to talk. She touched an angry bruise on her face, her anger hot on her breath. If she ever met Smith or the Shiek again, they had better be ready.



On her way out of the hotel, she noticed Smith and the Sheik were both sitting in chairs near the door, both smoking cigars. Smith noticed her as she was approaching the door, "Ah, leaving so soon eh?" he said in a sarcastic tone.

She slipped out of her silky dress and her undergarments, and carefully eased herself into the jacuzzi, giggling with pleasure.


Edward smiled, "Like the water?" as he took out a cigar from a holder and asked, "Mind if I smoke?"

She smiled.

"It's very relaxing, and no, I don't mind at all."

He lit up his cigar and leaned back, "Thank you... Not only for letting me smoke but letting me do so in the company of such a beautiful woman..."

He set his cigar down in a nearby ashtray and then floated next to her and kissed her as he wrapped his arms around her.


His phone, sitting next to the jacuzzi started to go off, well that was until he reached over, picked it up, and tossed it through the open window into the pool on the balcony.

He then looked back at her and smiled, "I think we left off about here, yes?" as he started to kiss her again.

She looked deep into his eyes and smiled, radiant with joy and happiness. As he kissed her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed his back, feeling his smooth skin.

The phone by the side of the couch about ten feet away from the jacuzzi started to ring... Edward sighed at it, then turned back to her and continued kissing her as it rang. After it stopped ringing, he glanced at the clock, "Wow, we've been in here almost half an hour... Time sure flies when you're in the presence of such a captivatingly beautiful woman as yourself."


He leaned back and took another drag off his cigar before asking, "So, what would you like to do now?"

Falathiel blushed deeply, her pale skin turning slightly pink. She fluttered her eyelashes at him, then said,

"What would you care to do?"

Edward set his cigar down in the ashtray after taking one final long drag on it. Then as he started to speak, the phone rang again, he sighed, "First, I'm going to disconnect the phone." He stood up and slowly walked over to the phone, turning the ringer off. He then turned around and walked back to the edge of the jacuzzi, massaging her shoulders and back as he whispered, "Would you like to go see what the bedroom looks like?"

Her muscles relaxed as he rubbed her shoulders.

"I'd love to see what the bedroom looks like."

Edward smiled as he wrapped a towel around his waist and helped her out of the jacuzzi, offering her a towel as well. Then he took her hand and led her into the bedroom. The first thing she noticed was it was quite large, at least forty feet by sixty feet, with a fireplace, a couch in front of that, a bathroom attached to it, large closets, and a bed about ten feet wide by eight feet long.


The phone next to the bed started to ring, Edward sighed as he answered it, "Yes, whoever you are, stop bothering me, call me tomorrow."

His face suddenly went red with embarrassment, "Oh Czar, forgive me, I had no idea it was you... Yes, Thaller and I did get into a bit of fight... Yes he started it, yes I got him good but not so good that he will be grounded from flying for any appreciable length of time... I'm sorry it came to a fight sir... Okay then, thank you."

He hung the phone up and smiled, "The Czar congratulated me on teaching Thaller a lesson..."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and grinned at her, "Any ideas on what to do now?"

She grinned back.

"I think you know."

Edward nodded as he dropped his towel and slid under the covers, waiting for her to join him. He quickly leaned over and shut off the nearby light.

She took her towel off, smiling, and joined him under the covers of the bed.

Ooc- I'm going to skip ahead because we all know how sex works (well those of us that don't know obviously were asleep through junior high when they actually broke out the pictures in so-called "Health Class")


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After they finished, Edward lit up another cigar and started to smoke it before he set it aside and kissed her, holding her in his arms as he asked her, "Did you like it?"

She smiled at him.

"Yes, wonderful."

Edward yawned and then continued to smoke as he read a newspaper... He chuckled as he showed her the front page, it was a comic portrayal of Herman Von Thaller as a deranged man standing on the street corner proclaiming "The end is near! Repent or die, repent and die, just repent!"

Falathiel laughed softly, quite amused at the accurate portrayal of Thaller. She began to caress his neck and shoulders.

Edward set the paper down and softly moaned as she rubbed his shoulders and neck.

He continued to smoke his cigar as she rubbed his back, he then extended it towards her, "Want to try it?"

She shook her head no, and continued rubbing his shoulders gently.

He continued to smoke for a few more seconds before he set the cigar aside and softly moaned again from her rubbing his shoulders. Edward smiled as he asked her, "Anything you want to do tomorrow, anything at all? Perhaps you'd like to meet the Czar?"

"I would like to, very much."

OOC: Off to bed.

Edward nodded, "Yes, you'll probably like the Czar, he's a nice man. I will call tomorrow morning and see if we can possibly have lunch with him."


He then smiled as she continued to rub his shoulders, "Well, anything else you'd like to do?"



Ooc- Okay, catch you tomorrow.

On her way out of the hotel, she noticed Smith and the Sheik were both sitting in chairs near the door, both smoking cigars. Smith noticed her as she was approaching the door, "Ah, leaving so soon eh?" he said in a sarcastic tone.

She gave a quick laugh,

I couldn't be leaving soon enough.

Smith frowned, "Stay a while, have something to eat, on the house, we owe you that much, eh?"

You don't seem to understand, I would rather eat with a warthog back home than with you here. Now I am leaving. I would say farewell, if was inclinded to do so.

Smith shrugged, "Okay, well then have a safe trip... If you want to get out quicker, this card will get you passed through clearance and you won't have to be hassled with hours of checks and searches."

He hands her a one-time "Security Pass" card for passing through security at the airport.

And if I was a complete idiot I would take the card. You think I trust you?

And with that she left, the airport awaited.

At the airport, there were at least two brigades of reservists and one brigade of parachute soldiers on guard around the perimeter and inside the terminals. When she got to the first of six checking stations, they asked her, "Ma'am, are your papers in order, where are your papers? Six cards, get them out, all of them."

With a flourish she produced all the nessercery papers, the papers that had got her into Decisive Action.

Will that do? Or must I go pulp a rainforest?

Her papers were mostly in order, except for a few minor errors, but her attitude had cost her. The man motioned for two guards from the nearby squad to take her aside. They did so, and then ultimately dragged her into a distant back room with no windows and a steel door. There were three guards and a lieutenant that entered, the lieutenant looked at her, "Empty your bag out onto the table, then strip completely, you're getting searched before you leave... Your papers didn't specify where you went and for how long, you could be a drug smuggler."

Or prehaps not. What exactly will you do if I refuse to comply?

The lieutenant frowned, "Ma'am, either remove your clothing and it will be intact for you to put back on, or my soldiers will rip it off of you... The desk man believes you are a drug smuggler... Now we must search you."

Just then her phone rang, the lieutenant allowed her to answer it.


It was Field Marshal Smith, "Anna, I was just wondering if you'd like to consider meeting my oldest son for dinner, people say he's far nicer than I am. What do you say?"

Anna gave an audible sigh, before speaking down the phone.

Mr. Smith, you may send your regards to your son, but I was instructed by my premier to return to Momanguise post haste. You see, he is fearful for my safety and I am cannot disobey a direct order from him.

She cut the call before Smith could answer back. She turned to face the guards.

Well? She asked.

Meanwhile, another phone rang. Ernesto Sanchez stood, frowning, as he dialed the number the Decisive Action hotline, waiting for Fabus to pick up the call.

Serafima & Sparklemist have a policy on witchcraft, which is almost as complicated as Euthanasia.

We believe that witchcraft is beneficial for health purposes, we have specially trained nurses and doctors who specialise in the art of wicca - however a life jail sentance is issued for any general witchcraft or wizardry.

Lilac Overleigh, Sparklemists new Governess.

Lilac arrived at the conference, wondering where everyone had gone..... she was almost perfect in shape and appearance, she looked more of a model than a governess of a poverty stricken nation.........

Bump

Meanwhile, another phone rang. Ernesto Sanchez stood, frowning, as he dialed the number the Decisive Action hotline, waiting for Fabus to pick up the call.


Czar Roger Fabus answered the phone, speaking in a dismissive and heavy-handed manner, almost as though it were a chore to answer the phone, "Hello... Who is it and what do you want?"

Anna gave an audible sigh, before speaking down the phone.

Mr. Smith, you may send your regards to your son, but I was instructed by my premier to return to Momanguise post haste. You see, he is fearful for my safety and I am cannot disobey a direct order from him.

She cut the call before Smith could answer back. She turned to face the guards.

Well? She asked.



The lieutenant nodded at her, "Strip then, well after you put your bag on the table and we'll empty it for you..."



Her phone rang again, it was Smith again, "Hello, we seem to have been disconnected, I can assure you that your safety is guaranteed, you have my word as an officer and a gentleman, and as one of the richest and most influential men in Mississippi... Well what should I tell my son? He saw you on television a few days ago at a press conference and he is eager to meet you."

Lilac arrived at the conference, wondering where everyone had gone..... she was almost perfect in shape and appearance, she looked more of a model than a governess of a poverty stricken nation.........



There were still a few people there, Thaller was still somewhat at the Hotel, but mostly in the hotel bar getting drunk.

Lilac Tripolis was new to the area so she tried looking around for someone to accompany her. She went into the conference room.......

Lilac (http://www.stars.com/profile/queen_2.jpg)

The only person in the conference room was Herman Von Thaller, pretty well drunk, but hardly showing it (he's a very heavy drinker, he is ashamed of his drinking problem so he is very vocal against 'witches' and other such groups he deems 'deviant')

Thaller looked up at her, "Hello, who are you?"



ooc- I'll be back in a few hours, 1-5 I have desk work to do, but this part of my job involves computer stuff, if and when I have any free time at work, I'll see about making a few more posts.

'I am alright thanks, why is everyone getting drunk, I need a guide, who knows good food, good drink and good sex' Lilac laughed at Thaller.

OOC: anyone help me out?

The lieutenant nodded at her, "Strip then, well after you put your bag on the table and we'll empty it for you..."



Her phone rang again, it was Smith again, "Hello, we seem to have been disconnected, I can assure you that your safety is guaranteed, you have my word as an officer and a gentleman, and as one of the richest and most influential men in Mississippi... Well what should I tell my son? He saw you on television a few days ago at a press conference and he is eager to meet you."

She spoke again, this time a little more warmly.

Mister Smith, it is imperitive that I return to Momanguise as soon as possible. I am touched by your sons attention, if he ever wishes to visit Momanguise I will meet him there.

Whilst that particular farce was going on, Ernesto Sanchez was answered Fabus, his tone not reflecting the boredom on the other end of the line.

This is Ernesto Sanchez. I am growing extremely concerned as to the whereabouts and safety of my diplomat, Ms Anna Ormov. She has phoned in regularly to keep us updated as to her condition, and I must say I am incensed by her treatment by a Mr. Smith, but that line of communication has died. To put it blunty, where is she?

Back in the airport, Anna was fiddling with a coat button. Then she took her hand away, and looked defiantly at the Lieutenant.

I will not remove a single item of clothing. I am a diplomat of the country of Momanguise, and my country is acting on my behalf to get me out of this situation. If you have any sense you will leave me now.

She spoke again, this time a little more warmly.

Mister Smith, it is imperitive that I return to Momanguise as soon as possible. I am touched by your sons attention, if he ever wishes to visit Momanguise I will meet him there.

Whilst that particular farce was going on, Ernesto Sanchez was answered Fabus, his tone not reflecting the boredom on the other end of the line.

This is Ernesto Sanchez. I am growing extremely concerned as to the whereabouts and safety of my diplomat, Ms Anna Ormov. She has phoned in regularly to keep us updated as to her condition, and I must say I am incensed by her treatment by a Mr. Smith, but that line of communication has died. To put it blunty, where is she?

Back in the airport, Anna was fiddling with a coat button. Then she took her hand away, and looked defiantly at the Lieutenant.

I will not remove a single item of clothing. I am a diplomat of the country of Momanguise, and my country is acting on my behalf to get me out of this situation. If you have any sense you will leave me now.


The lieutenant sighed, "Okay, but surely you don't object to our bomb detection dog sniffing you over and the metal detectors, yes?" He motioned with his hand and the guard with a dog on a leash walked by her, letting the dog sniff her for about twenty seconds before it moved away. After that, two more guards used hand-held metal detectors to assure she was carrying no weapons.

The lieutenant nodded and then pushed the door open, "You may leave ma'am, enjoy your flight."

She happened to notice incoming flights had an abundance of Mississippian men with rifles, pistols, shotguns, a whole host of weapons. One of the customers stepped out of the gate and handed his MP-5K to his son while he stuffed some more chaw into his mouth. (ooc- our laws allow Mississippian men to carry weapons on commercial airliners)


She found her gate and they took her ticket at let her onto the plane.

'I am alright thanks, why is everyone getting drunk, I need a guide, who knows good food, good drink and good sex' Lilac laughed at Thaller.

OOC: anyone help me out?



Thaller shrugged at her, "You need a guide, eh?"

Within ten hours she was back in Momanguise. She fell to the ground and kissed the friendly earth. Then she took out a mobile phone and dialed the Premier.

Anna?

She smiled, and replied with gusto.

I am home, I am safe. Do what you need to do.

The line went dead.

ooc:Serafima:every rp you do ends up in sex.

ooc:Serafima:every rp you do ends up in sex.


Ooc- Every RP I do ends up with either sex, violence, race riots, genocides, or a combination of the above. I am trying to satire the real world by taking everything that happens in moderation and taking it to the extreme in both frequency of occurrence and in intensity of occurrence. So who cares how peoples RPs end up. My nation is a nation of right-wing racists, hers is probably a nation of nymphomaniacs.

Robert Smith (Reginald's oldest son) phoned Anna on her cell phone number, he chuckled, "Ms. Ormov, this is Major Robert Smith, perhaps you'd like to meet for dinner? I'm terribly sorry about the beastly conduct of my father, he can be... Overly zealous at times. Well, what do you say?" He then knocked on her door and heard the knocking in the background on the phone. (He is currently right outside her apartment)



Ooc- About Robert Smith

Major Robert Smith (22) A major in the MSAAS, commander of the 32nd MSAAS Battalion. One of the better MSAAS commanders, he fought in 2002 in Libya and Egypt, 2001 in Western Sahara, 2003 in Angola, and 2004 again in Angola, and then 2004 in the Felben Civil War, and also the 2004 September Muslim War in Western Sahara. He is well respected and generally well-liked by his colleagues as he is a very capable officer and an overall nice guy. He is the oldest son of Field Marshal Reginald Smith. 6'3, 195lbs. Brown hair, blue eyes. IQ 151.

Anna snapped,

How did you get this number?

Then she realised what she was saying and calmed down.

Look, I'm really sorry I just said that. Please forget it. Look, I know I nice resteraunt on the other side of town, called The Star. I'll see you there around seven o'clock. All right?

He smiled as he said into the phone, "Okay, but don't you first need to answer your door? I can hear knocking in the background."

I know its you and I'm rather busy at the moment.

There was a giggle,

Seven O'clock yes?

He chuckled, "Okay then, see you at seven..."


He turned and started to walk to the restaurant to make the reservations and then sit down for a good smoke of his pipe before she arrived.

Back at the flat, a second voice spoke out.

Who was that Anna?

Anna turned, she was standing in her vest and underwear, looking somewhat purplexed.

A Mississipian man, wants a meeting in a resterant!

There was more giggling, the same that the man would have heard on the phone.

Oh Anna, you do have an intresting life!

Anna shook her head darkly.

I would have called it something else when I was out there. I could tell you though Ruth, I need something to take my mind off all this.

Ruth was lying in the bed, a sheet pulled over herself. She raised a hand in beckoning.

Well I have a suggestion.

Anna laughed, letting her dark spingy hair fall onto her shoulders.

Again? You really are a filthy tart.

Ruth dramatically pulled away the sheet,

Which is exactly why you keep coming back to me.

Anna laughed again, before pulled off her knickers and jumping into the bed.

Thaller shrugged at her, "You need a guide, eh?"

'Yes being new in this region is kinda scary' Lilac chuckled as she walked over to the drunk man sitting in his large leather chair..........

Robert was sitting in the restaurant smoking his pipe when at about ten minutes until seven, Anna walked in. She saw a tall man with an MSAAS officers cap tucked under his arm sitting at a table in the corner, smoking a pipe. She had a good idea it was Robert. He didn't notice her though as she slowly walked over to his table.

'Yes being new in this region is kinda scary' Lilac chuckled as she walked over to the drunk man sitting in his large leather chair..........



Thaller stood up and looked around to see if anybody else was listenin, he smiled at her, "So... You're looking for a good time eh? Well if you keep it secret, I can provide you with a great time, what say we go find a bar and then go back to my room afterwards?"

OOC: Isn't there supposed to be a conference somewhere? If so, I'd like very much to join. :D

Lilac was suspicious of this character, he looked trustworthy, but she went along with him and trusted his word.

They walked out of the building and she unlocked her Hummer and they drove downtown.

Lilac's Hummer (http://auto.tom.com/img/assets/200312/0312111310371211_sm9.jpg)

OOC: Burnsian Desert - there is a conference, its just its the evening now and we are all going out to the bars! :rolleyes:

OOC: Isn't there supposed to be a conference somewhere? If so, I'd like very much to join. :D


The conference on witchcraft is largely over (it may pick up later, who knows) but for now, Smith is back home, Thaller is going to be trying his luck with the delegate from Serafima. I suggest you ask to attend the conference on Eugenics.

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=364697

Lilac was suspicious of this character, he looked trustworthy, but she went along with him and trusted his word.

They walked out of the building and she unlocked her Hummer and they drove downtown.

Lilac's Hummer (http://auto.tom.com/img/assets/200312/0312111310371211_sm9.jpg)

............?

Thaller smiled as she drove through the city, he pointed to one of the better bars in the area and chuckled, "Ah, I smell the brandy from here, shall we go?"

The conference on witchcraft is largely over (it may pick up later, who knows) but for now, Smith is back home, Thaller is going to be trying his luck with the delegate from Serafima. I suggest you ask to attend the conference on Eugenics.

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=364697
OOC: Whoops. :)

OOC: Whoops. :)


Ooc- You are welcome to send a delegate to the hotel the witch conference was at. I'll have somebody there to speak with them until the conference picks up again.

Robert was sitting in the restaurant smoking his pipe when at about ten minutes until seven, Anna walked in. She saw a tall man with an MSAAS officers cap tucked under his arm sitting at a table in the corner, smoking a pipe. She had a good idea it was Robert. He didn't notice her though as she slowly walked over to his table.

Mr Robert Smith? Anna Ormov at your service.

Anna sat down, and began looking at the man opposite her. Was he really here to apologise? She would soon find out.

Thaller smiled as she drove through the city, he pointed to one of the better bars in the area and chuckled, "Ah, I smell the brandy from here, shall we go?"

'Yeh sure' Lilac said parking the big black shiney Hummer.
'Thats what i love about going abroad, you get given a stylish BIG car' Lilac said as she walked with Thaller, as she said BIG, she emphasised it and whispered it into his ear...

Lilac Tripolis (http://edgecity.typepad.com/ukrainetang/Polish_girl_Anjaa_001-thumb.jpg)

Bump

'Yeh sure' Lilac said parking the big black shiney Hummer.
'Thats what i love about going abroad, you get given a stylish BIG car' Lilac said as she walked with Thaller, as she said BIG, she emphasised it and whispered it into his ear...

Lilac Tripolis (http://edgecity.typepad.com/ukrainetang/Polish_girl_Anjaa_001-thumb.jpg)


Thaller grinned, "If you like large things, I might know some other things you'd like... We'll get to that later though..."

Mr Robert Smith? Anna Ormov at your service.

Anna sat down, and began looking at the man opposite her. Was he really here to apologise? She would soon find out.



Robert stood up as she sat down and then sat down once she was seated. He gently kissed her hand in the Mississippian fashion, "Ma'am, I must apologize on behalf of my father and perhaps my entire nation... The conduct you saw and the behavior you experienced in Mississippi was not and is not representative of the views of the nation, not even a significant minority of the nation... I cannot excuse my father striking you, but... Well there is no real but there, I suppose he was just plain wrong, yes... I apologize for his conduct and hope you don't let it influence your view of Mississippi as a whole."



Ooc- Be back in 10-30, dinner.

Lilac chuckled and lead him into the bar.
'Hey i am sure I have been before' she said, recognising the bar and the bar staff.
'Hey Lilac the usual love?' one asked,
She just nodded, she waited for Thaller and they went to the seating area.

She sat on his lap, rubbing his knee.

'So what are your thoughts on witchcraft' she said, taking a sip from her glass and lighting a cigarette. Thaller was bouncing her up and down on his knee...........

She looked almost sternly at him, like the start of an accusing school teacher. Then her face softened and she smiled again.

Yes, I'm sure. I always reserve judgement for individuals, not entire peoples. Now for the meal! I am partial to the Seafood melee myself, though I am not sure of your taste. Now until our meal arrives, prehaps we can talk about your country more? I have many unanswered questions.

BUMP

IC:

Lilac spotted Anna and Robert as she sat on Thallers lap merrily drinking her night away- she saw Anna, she looked uptight, she wondered if she could help at all..... what was she thinking, Anna probably thought she was a slag and wanted nothing to do with her, the thought kept rewinding in her mind, like a broken LP.......

BUMP

IC:

Lilac spotted Anna and Robert as she sat on Thallers lap merrily drinking her night away- she saw Anna, she looked uptight, she wondered if she could help at all..... what was she thinking, Anna probably thought she was a slag and wanted nothing to do with her, the thought kept rewinding in her mind, like a broken LP.......


Ooc- Robert and Anna are in Momanguise, Thaller and Lilac are in Mississippi...

Lilac chuckled and lead him into the bar.
'Hey i am sure I have been before' she said, recognising the bar and the bar staff.
'Hey Lilac the usual love?' one asked,
She just nodded, she waited for Thaller and they went to the seating area.

She sat on his lap, rubbing his knee.

'So what are your thoughts on witchcraft' she said, taking a sip from her glass and lighting a cigarette. Thaller was bouncing her up and down on his knee...........


Thaller shrugged, "I suppose most of the women accused of being witches are indeed not witches, but their conduct is deemed unacceptable and calling them witches to persecute them is easier than just persecuting them for being feminazis or something of that regard... But personally, I'm rather tired of being the one to lead the charge against such matters. Anyway, the Czar granted general amnesty to all accused witches, I support that, it makes sense now that I think about it more..."

Thaller started to feel her legs with his hands as she continued to smoke and drink.

He grinned as he asked her, "So, what do you think about witches? I think you must be one because you have me under a spell... But don't worry, I won't tell anybody if you are indeed a witch, but perhaps you'll require some therapy and sessions to treat your witchcraft problems... I'll take it upon myself to personally cure you."

She looked almost sternly at him, like the start of an accusing school teacher. Then her face softened and she smiled again.

Yes, I'm sure. I always reserve judgement for individuals, not entire peoples. Now for the meal! I am partial to the Seafood melee myself, though I am not sure of your taste. Now until our meal arrives, prehaps we can talk about your country more? I have many unanswered questions.

Smith nodded as he placed the order for the both of them, ordering what she suggested. As soon as the waiter left, he smiled at her and said "Questions eh? Well ask away."

Edward nodded, "Yes, you'll probably like the Czar, he's a nice man. I will call tomorrow morning and see if we can possibly have lunch with him."


He then smiled as she continued to rub his shoulders, "Well, anything else you'd like to do?"



Ooc- Okay, catch you tomorrow.

"Yes, I would love to meet your Czar. And I really don't know what else to do, you have any ideas?"

He shrugged and sighed, "No, I don't have any ideas, unless you do... Well say, do you like shooting?"



Ooc- Be back in a few hours.

She smiled.

"I've never gone shooting before, but I might enjoy it."

She smiled.

"I've never gone shooting before, but I might enjoy it."



Edward smiled, "Well, we can go right now if you'd like. The shooting range here is always open and there is also skeet shooting and trap shooting."

Thaller shrugged, "I suppose most of the women accused of being witches are indeed not witches, but their conduct is deemed unacceptable and calling them witches to persecute them is easier than just persecuting them for being feminazis or something of that regard... But personally, I'm rather tired of being the one to lead the charge against such matters. Anyway, the Czar granted general amnesty to all accused witches, I support that, it makes sense now that I think about it more..."

Thaller started to feel her legs with his hands as she continued to smoke and drink.

He grinned as he asked her, "So, what do you think about witches? I think you must be one because you have me under a spell... But don't worry, I won't tell anybody if you are indeed a witch, but perhaps you'll require some therapy and sessions to treat your witchcraft problems... I'll take it upon myself to personally cure you."

'I am no witch' she replied licking his cheek. and taking another puff from her cigarette.
'i have witch friends, that are in healthcare positions, how, exactly are you going to cure me?' she added, turning her head around to look at the bar, thrusting her breasts into Thallers chest.

Thaller grinned, "Well the curing will require many personal sessions between you and I..." He nodded his head as he looked into her eyes, "Are you up for that?"

'Yeah sure' she replied, sitting to face him, one leg either side, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him; she moved her body up closer to his body, her legs wrapped around his waist

Two men in suits walked up and told Thaller and Lilac, one of them spoke, "You two know better than that, get a room, go there, and stay there..."

It was clear they were the PMP (Public Morality Police)

Thaller looked at Lilac, "Well I think these two gentlemen here have a good idea, don't you?"

'Yeah' Lilac replied, she got off Thallers lap and took him upstairs to her room, on the way up he pushed her against the wall, and seduced her, she found a small cleaners cupboard,

Ooc- Let's just skip ahead somewhat so any youngins reading this won't be able to say, "That RP has warped my fragile little mind".


Ic- About an hour after they had gone upstairs, Thaller was sitting up in bed smoking his pipe, he looked at Lilac and inquired, "Enjoy it?"

Lilac lay next to him, her head resting on his chest, she stroked his solid muscles, she then bowed her head and licked in between the grooves of his finely toned chest.........
'It was fantastic thank you' Lilac said, taking his cigar and inhaling the gorgeaus essence of tobacco

Thaller ran his hands through her hair as she smoked the pipe and then he chuckled, "You like pipes eh? Not too many people around here smoke pipe, mostly they chew, would you like to get a pipe of your own though, that's a rather expensive pipe, I'll be happy to get you one just like it."

(ooc- our pipes are very expensive)

Lilac got up from her position, fiddled around in her bag and pulled out a big pack of cigarettes, she started smoking them happily back in his arms......

'that better honey?' she asked kissing him, while taking a breath from her cigarette. The room seemed light and airy, the bed covers were thin but warm.........

Herman started to massage her shoulders as she smoked, then one hand slid down to her leg and he started to run his hand up and down her long legs while continuing to rub her shoulders with his other hand. He'd pause every few minutes to take his pipe from his mouth and then rest it in his hand for a few seconds before placing it back into his mouth. He started to run both of his hands up and down her legs while asking, "So, what is your country like? What exactly is your job there?"

Ivers and Bente were out early the next day, doing touristy stuff. Because of Bente's photosensitivity, she had to wear sunglasses at all times outdoors in the bright light of Mississippi. Both wondered if the conference was still in session, but neither cared. They decided to see what the government buildings were like (both shared an interest in architecture), so Bente asked a stranger on the street "Hey, can you give me directions to the capitol?"

Herman started to massage her shoulders as she smoked, then one hand slid down to her leg and he started to run his hand up and down her long legs while continuing to rub her shoulders with his other hand. He'd pause every few minutes to take his pipe from his mouth and then rest it in his hand for a few seconds before placing it back into his mouth. He started to run both of his hands up and down her legs while asking, "So, what is your country like? What exactly is your job there?"

Lilac giggled with his wandering hands.
'Well at the moment investigations are still going on into the terror attack on 300 children, we have recovered from the tornado, we are just trying to rebuild again' Lilac said, feeling his hands all over her legs - she loved it.................

Herman smiled as he continued to slide his hands up and down her legs, feeling occasionally wrapping his hands around her thighs and feeling them gently. He continued to smoke but then frowned, "Three hundred children? That is awful... But how could it be a terror attack if it was a tornado? Was it the work of demons?"

' no the incidents were seperate, the terrorism side does not worry me, i am concerned with international affairs' she replied.

Thaller nodded as he started to kiss and lick the back of her neck while he softly tickled her behind the knees. He then paused for a minute, "If you want, the DIS intelligence services could help the investigation..."

Edward smiled, "Well, we can go right now if you'd like. The shooting range here is always open and there is also skeet shooting and trap shooting."

"Well, why don't we go then?" she asked him, standing up.

Edward nodded as he stood up and started to get dressed, putting on a DISDB BDU uniform, offering her a smaller BDU he had from his early teenage days in the Fabus Youth regiments, it fit her perfectly.

He leaned over and dug through a few of his bags, taking out an AKM with a folding stock, an M-14B rifle with a folding stock, an M-1 Carbine, two 1911-A1 PMP (Police Model Pistols) caliber 45, a Glock 17 9mm pistol, and an MP-5N sub-machinegun.


He smiled as he put the weapons all into one pack and slung it over his shoulder, "Shall we go then?"

She pulled on the uniform and nodded.

"All set."

Edward waited for her to head for the door, playfully swatting her butt as she moved in front of him. Then he chuckled, "Just making sure it was a good fit..." as he grinned.

He followed closely behind her as they walked down the hall and then he walked in front of her to lead her to where the shooting range was.

Falathiel smiled and followed him down the hall.

When they got outside, he took out the AKM and placed a loaded 30 round magazine in it, he helped her steady it against her shoulder. He then told her, "Here, your stance needs to be better..." he slowly ran a hand down her leg and helped her move her legs into the proper stance. He then smiled, "Ah, get your breathing right, don't breathe right before you fire..." He hovered moved his hands back up her chest, gently rubbing his breasts throug her shirt as he did so. Finally Edward was standing behind her, with his hands on her hands on the rifle, helping her through every step of the way. He whispered in her ear as he gently blew some air over her, "Fire at will..."

She smiled as he helped her get her stance, then pulled the trigger when he told her to.

A stream of bullets shot out and sliced through the mannequins about two hundred yards away, after the gun clicked empty, Edward told her to take her finger off the trigger and check to make sure it was empty before stepping back away from the firing line to reload while he checked to see what she'd hit... Edward looked through a pair of binoculars and smiled as he said, "Eight head shots, twelve chest shots, six stomach shots, the rest were off... Very good though, very good..."

She smiled broadly, somewhat proud.

"Really?"

He nodded, offering her the binoculars, "Here, take a look for yourself while I get out the next gun..." He took out his M-14B rifle and readied it for her.

After she looked, he helped her get back into the right stance and said, "This one may kick a lot more than the last one, keep it real tight up against your shoulder, select semi-auto mode first until you get used to it..."

After she fired four rounds, he stepped back, leaving her to hold the gun and keep her stance as he cheered her on, "You're doing fine!"

She held the gun real tight against her shoulder, maintaining her stance as she fired the rounds at the target, and smiling as Edward cheered her on. Falathiel was really enjoying this.

Edward stood a few feet away from her and then started firing his pistol down range, she noticed he was aiming at the targets 100 yards away, hitting all of them in the heads in rapid succession as though he didn't even have to try.


When his magazine ran out, he smiled at her and said, "Someday, you'll be able to shoot like that, I'll help train you as often as you want..."


Ooc- be back in 10-20.

Falathiel grinned and watched him, impressed.

"That would be excellent."

Edward smiled, "Yes, but if I train you daily or weekly, that'll mean one of us will be doing an awful lot of traveling, unless of course you lived closer to me or I lived closer to you..."

Falathiel smiled back.

"Yes, traveling might be a problem...it would be nice if we could live closer. Very nice."

Edward smiled and casually said, as though proud of his ability to do so, "I could get you a job as ambassador to Jackson City... That is if your nation wants an embassy in Jackson City..."

Her face lit up.

"That's a wonderful idea...and I'm sure my Empress wouldn't mind, she's been trying to open up diplomatic relations with other nations for a bit now."

Edward smiled as he set his pistol down on a nearby shelf, "Have you had enough shooting for the night? What say we head back to the room? Although perhaps first you'd like to try shooting a rocket propelled grenade?"


He motioned to a nearby gun rack where some RPG-7 launchers were resting in place.

She shook her head.

"Let's go back to the room."

Edward grinned as he started to put the guns back into the bag, then he whispered, "Maybe you'll want to play with another gun when we get back there, my favorite gun..."

Falathiel smiled.

"Mine too."

OOC: Bed.

Edward carried the pack of guns on his left shoulder as he kept his right arm around Falathiel the entire way back to the room. Immediately after they got back inside, he set them down and the door was shut after she pushed him up against it and started kissing him hard. He smiled and managed to speak when she paused from the kissing and started to remove his belt, "Shouldn't we lock the door and move into the bedroom to continue?" he chuckled.

Thaller nodded as he started to kiss and lick the back of her neck while he softly tickled her behind the knees. He then paused for a minute, "If you want, the DIS intelligence services could help the investigation..."

'Its alright' she replied.
'We have nearly found the bastards' she added, she tensed up with anger........

bump for momanguise reply


http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7284949&postcount=387

'Its alright' she replied.
'We have nearly found the bastards' she added, she tensed up with anger........



He smiled, "Well when you get them, perhaps the DIS will help with the executions, they're very creative you know..."

'Mmmmm' she replied deeply whilst feeling his grip tighten around her thighs

Thaller smiled as he continued to slide his hands up and down her legs before he finally moved them to the area between her legs and he started to rub her there. He grinned, "Want to go again?" he asked.


Ooc- Let's just skip the details and say they do it again. Then he'll get a call from the DIS and they can discuss what DA knows about the recent terror attacks against Serafima (We know all and see all, not really but we know lots and see lots)

Edward carried the pack of guns on his left shoulder as he kept his right arm around Falathiel the entire way back to the room. Immediately after they got back inside, he set them down and the door was shut after she pushed him up against it and started kissing him hard. He smiled and managed to speak when she paused from the kissing and started to remove his belt, "Shouldn't we lock the door and move into the bedroom to continue?" he chuckled.

She broke off from kissing him and blushed.

"Yes, we probably should."

OOC: Hmmm... looks like I've been shut out of this RP. oh well

OOC: Hmmm... looks like I've been shut out of this RP. oh well


Ooc- Your witches alienated everybody and nobody wanted to talk to them, drink with them, or go fornicate with them... Oh well, the importance of manners... Wait, didn't your guy get an offer to box with somebody? Call him up, accept the offer.

She broke off from kissing him and blushed.

"Yes, we probably should."


Edward locked the door and then without warning and in one quick move, lifted her up gently yet swiftly into his arms, and then he started to walk towards the bedroom... He chuckled, "You may want to buckle up, it'll be quite a ride..."

She smiled and laughed and put her arms around his neck.

As he was set her down on the bed, there was a knock at the front door... He sighed and looked at her, whispering, "Maybe they'll just go away, eh? Do you think I should answer it?"

"Just answer and then perhaps they'll leave us alone," she said, giggling.

Ernst hastily put a bathrobe on and walked to the door, opening it up to tell whoever it was to go away... Three men wearing suits, long trench coats, and dark sunglasses pushed him back into the room and one with an MP-5K in his hands chuckled, "Sit down Major... Sit down, we have much to discuss..."


He started shaking his head, "What is this all about? How dare you barge in here!"

The man chuckled back, "Major Ernst, you're in a great deal of trouble, consorting with foreign diplomats, you could be passing valuable intelligence to that woman... We need to question you both."

Falathiel stood up.

"What's this all about?" she asked, annoyance evident in her voice.

The man that was obviously the leader of the trio, smacked her across the face and shouted, "I ask the question here, bitch!" Edward jumped up from the chair they'd eased him into and rushed at the man, but then he raised his own MP-5 out from under his coat and chuckled, "Ah ah ah, be a good boy or else you'll be a dead boy..."

Edward reluctantly nodded and sat back down, sighing, "You don't need to hit her though, do you? Do you even need her here, just let her go.."

The man erupted with laughter, "Edward, Edward, you know better than that... She is a spy and you are collaborating with her to give her information on the MiG-49 Kluxer, it's quite obvious!"


Edward sighed, "Don't you have anything better to do than harass me?"

There were three men total, one talking with his hand casually on his MP-5 that was slung over his arm, another man with both hands on his MP-5, trained on Edward, and the third man who had just shut and locked the door and was now keeping his gun trained on Falathiel.

There were also two more men outside the room, keeping watch.

Falathiel blinked, and then laughed bitterly.

"My nation is a peaceful one, and our military is for defensive purposes alone. We have no interests in weaponary. Besides, I am an ambassador, you may ask my Empress herself."

The man slapped her in the face again, shouting, "Don't speak unless you have permission, understood!"

Edward again jumped up but the man just motioned with his gun and he sat down again, not wanting to be shot or risk him shooting her.


The man started running his right hand through her hair, chuckling, "Ah... I'm sure you are not only a fine spy but are good at many things, things all spies must be good at..."


Ernst growled at the man, "Touch her and you'll die!"

The man suddenly stopped touching her hair and stepped back, acutely aware that Ernst could very well use connections to kill him... He wasn't here to kill either of them, just to harass Ernst, a rival... He hated the DISDB, he was Air Force Intelligence Command (AFIC) and Ernst was DISDB (Department of Internal Security Domestic intelligence Branch)

The man slapped her in the face another time and then laughed as he said, "Okay, you may talk now!"

Ooc- Be back in a few hours perhaps.

She held up a hand to her cheek, already paining her from being slapped.

"I have nothing to say."

The man pointed his gun at Edward's head and chuckled, "Now do you have anything to say, confess to being a spy or he dies?"


Ooc- I'll be around for a few more minutes, and then periodically back and forth.

Falathiel shook her head.

"I swear, I am no spy."

The man sighed as he lowered the gun and then suddenly raised it, shooting Edward directly in the kneecap, he fell out of the chair stifling his desire to shout in pain.

The man chuckled as he raised the gun back to his head, "Well, will you confess to being a spy yet?"



Edward looked at her and shook his head, silently mouthing, "Don't do it..."

The ambassador's eyes widened in fear and utter horror. She shrieked, and tried to run to Edward.

The guard keeping a gun trained on her smacked her in the stomach with the butt of his MP-5, knocking the wind out of her and sending her collapsing to the ground...

The man that had shot Edward, loomed over him, laughing, "Well Edward, have you realized it yet? The DISDB is nothing compared to the AFIC... You just can't compete with us, we'll be getting all the prestigious assignments after the Czar realizes what failures you are in the DISDB! Perhaps even the entire DIS will be disbanded and all their duties given to the AFIC!"

He looked at the woman, "Well, all you need to do is confess that he traded you secrets and you gave him sex for it, and then it'll be such a scandal, the DISDB will die, and the AFIC shall rise in power!"

Ooc- My nation has bitter internal rivalries between various intelligence agencies.

OOC: Obviously.

She crashed onto the floor, heaving, trying to regain her breath.

"I did nothing of the sort," Falathiel said once she had regained her breath. "Never."

The man sighed as he raised his pistol towards Edward, who was now on the floor on his back and eased his finger back on the trigger, stopping just short of pulling it enough to fire... He started to count as he looked at her, "Five... Four... Three..."

"No! Don't! I didn't do it, don't kill him!"

The man sighed, "Fine... Well, at least you admit that you two were going at it... Fornication is a crime you know."

She sighed.

"I can't lie. Yes, we did."

Edward sighed, "That law isn't enforced against nobles, of which I happen to be one... I also happen to be the brother of Wilhelm and Fritz Ernst, we are all friends with Curtis Fabus, the Czar's father and the former leader... Now leave at once or you will hang!"


The man hadn't thought of that, the Ernsts were very good friends with the Fabuses, it suddenly hit him... He helped Edward sit up and get into a chair, dusting him off, "You're okay, no permanent harm done, that knee is nothing that somebody like Schacht can't fix... Hehehe.... No harm done, right?" he was chuckling nervously.

Edward pointed to the door and started counting, "Ten... Nine..."

The men all bolted for the door and were out before he reached four.


Edward limped over to the door, locking it and barring it... He limped back to where Falathiel was sitting, "Are you okay?" was all he said before he collapsed into the chair next to hers.

She moved over to him and began to gently massage his shoulders.

"I'm sorry," she whispered in his ear.

Edward shook his head, "You have nothing to be sorry about... The AFIC has hated the DISDB, indeed the entire DIS has been hated by the AFIC, for years before this conference... Are you okay though?"

"I'm fine, you?"

He nodded his head as he put an arm around her, easing her up from her chair and over to his chair and his lap. He smiled, "I'm much better now..."

"So am I," she told him, and began to kiss him.

Edward let out a light moan as she started to kiss him, and then he leaned back, seeming to have an important thought to say...

He sighed a little, not terribly thrilled with the idea, "You know I was thinking, my father and my brothers, they've been bothering me for a while to stop what they call my "life in the fast lane", and I was thinking perhaps I should quit the DISDB..."

Ernst then smiled as he continued, liking the next part of his idea, "It'd give me a lot more time for say, offering tours of the countryside to certain lovely ambassadors... I have one in particular... It would of course be a closed operation, the offer being open only to her... What do you say, would you like to spend a while in the countryside?"

Falathiel flushed a pretty pink, a wide smile forming on her face.

"I believe that would be absolutely wonderful."

Edward smiled, "I'll quit first thing in the morning..."


Suddenly the phone rang, he let it keep ringing until the answering machine came on, it was the Czar himself.


"Edward, are you there? The SRGIO tells me you've had a bit of trouble with the AFIC... Are you okay? Are you there... Pick up if you're there.."


He was in the process of limping to the phone, he hit the speakerphone button.

"I'm here, Czar, I'm here." he said before collapsing to the floor in pain from his knee injury.

The Czar was elated, "Ah, great to hear you're okay... I'll send a chopper to pick you and your lady friend up if you want... You two can spend some time at my estate here, Stalingrad... You'll be safe here until the AFIC finds somebody else to harass."

Edward looked at her and whispered, "Do you want to go?"

He then turned back to talk towards the phone while she thought about the issue at hand. "Oh Czar, I'm qutting the DISDB, I hope you understand, yes?"

Roger chuckled, "Yes, of course, I can't hold that against you... Well, tell me if you decide to come on out here... I'll be away from the phone for a few minutes, but I'll be right back."

She nodded.

"Yes, let's go there, I don't feel like staying here in case they come back."

Ooc- Your witches alienated everybody and nobody wanted to talk to them, drink with them, or go fornicate with them... Oh well, the importance of manners... Wait, didn't your guy get an offer to box with somebody? Call him up, accept the offer.

OOC: As far as I know, the only people they alienated were Thaller and his goons. Thaller might have challenged Erlander to a fight, but I'm not sure

Edward stood up, nodded, and said into the phone, "Czar... We'll be there, send your helicopter if you would be so kind, your whiteness, sir."

Roger chuckled when Edward referred to him by his old nickname, "Whiteness", indeed the name had become so well known, Roger's father, Curtis, had named a tank after it during his reign, (The T-98W)

Roger then nodded and said, "Great, see you soon, the helicopter will be there in ten minutes."


Edward started to get dressed and then he looked over at Falathiel, "Shouldn't you get dressed as well?" he asked, before smiling and saying, "Although it would be make for a rather unique conversation to have to explain to the Czar why one of us showed up nude at his estate..." He then chuckled, "But I don't think he'd find it appropriate, as much as I'd find it pleasant to get to gaze at your radiant beauty for the trip to Stalingrad..."


Edward finished getting dressed and waited for her to do likewise.

She got dressed once more.

"Yes, I don't think he'd find it appropriate in the least."

Edward smiled as he wrapped his arms gently around her and then kissed her, whispering, "But when we're out in the countryside, just the two of us, feel free to be as nude as you'd like, as often as you'd like... I just might have to consider joining you for a few nude swims in the hot springs in the rural regions I know you'll just visiting..."

She looked up at him and smiled.

"It'll be fun, I just know it."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, a man called out, "SRG, we're here with the chopper..."

Edward propped the door open slightly, training his gun as he opened it, he lowered it after he realized it was indeed the Special Republican Guard, there to escort Falathiel and himself out to the helicopter.


He gently took her hand and walked out of the room as two of the SRG men took all the luggage for them.


After they boarded the helicopter he seemed a little depressed and upset... The DISDB had been his entire life, and now he'd be out of a job, but he was sure he was moving on to bigger and better things, being with Falathiel for just a short while was better than his years in the DISDB.

She noticed he seemed a little upset.

"Are you all right?"

Edward sighed, "It's just, the DISDB is all I've ever really done... I'm not sure the idea of being unemployed, it just seems... I'm not sure what I'll do if I've no job..."

"You'll always have me."

Edward smiled, "Well being with you is exponentially more enjoyable than working for the DISDB ever was..."

"I can only imagine..."

Edward started to fall asleep, exhausted from the previous events that had transpired over the last few hours. The medic on the helicopter had already treated his knee so the bleeding had stopped, and when they got to Stalingrad, an SRG doctor would be able to make his knee as good as new.

He rested his head on her shoulder as he slept. She noticed he was shivering somewhat as it was quite cold in the helicopter. There seemed to be numerous SRG jackets and coats strewn about, as though the squad that had been using them had just left and not returned. (Some of the men from the chopper are at the resort getting drunk)

Thaller smiled as he continued to slide his hands up and down her legs before he finally moved them to the area between her legs and he started to rub her there. He grinned, "Want to go again?" he asked.


Ooc- Let's just skip the details and say they do it again. Then he'll get a call from the DIS and they can discuss what DA knows about the recent terror attacks against Serafima (We know all and see all, not really but we know lots and see lots)

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Edward started to fall asleep, exhausted from the previous events that had transpired over the last few hours. The medic on the helicopter had already treated his knee so the bleeding had stopped, and when they got to Stalingrad, an SRG doctor would be able to make his knee as good as new.

He rested his head on her shoulder as he slept. She noticed he was shivering somewhat as it was quite cold in the helicopter. There seemed to be numerous SRG jackets and coats strewn about, as though the squad that had been using them had just left and not returned. (Some of the men from the chopper are at the resort getting drunk)

Bending down slightly, Falathiel picked up one of the SRG coats and drapped it over him.

A few hours later, the helicopter touched down at the Stalingrad estate. Edward woke up as it landed roughly. He smiled at Falathiel and asked, "Are you okay?" as he started to stand up and offered a hand to help her up.

She took the hand and let him pull her from her seat.

"Perfectly fine."

After they stepped off the helicopter, Edward immediately let go of her hand and snapped to attention, throwing his left arm in the air, shouting "Hail Fabus!" before he dropped his arm back down. The Czar walked out of the shadows and she could see now why Edward was at attention.

Roger smiled, "At ease, major, at ease..."

Edward went at ease as Roger extended his hand to shake with Edward and then with Falathiel, he looked at her, "Ah, ma'am, you must be the woman from Eldanor, how are you?"

She shook the Czar's hand.

"Yes, that is correct."

Roger smiled as he started to turn around, "This way, follow, I'll show you where you'll be staying, stay as long as you like."

Edward immediately replied, "You're far too kind so, how can I ever repay you?"

Roger chuckled, "You're the one to whom I owe a debt, you keep our nation safe from traitors and enemy spies."

Edward shook his head, "I am just doing my job sir, I require no thanks other than the satisfaction I gain from doing the right thing."

Roger nodded as he and Edward continued to walk side by side, with Edward slightly behind Roger and to his left. (It's standard in Mississippi for subordinates to walk slightly behind the commander, women are expected to walk behind men)

Falathiel walked behind the two, listening to their conversation with a bit of interest.

Roger patted Edward on the back and said, "Be glad your friends are all DISDB, I plan to purge the DISFB shortly, they're all rogues for the most part... If a few of their leaders and a few thousand of their main operatives are made examples of, it'll bring the rest into line."

Edward nodded as he continued to walk alongside Roger. Roger offered him a cigarette, he promptly accepted and thanked Roger, then both men started to smoke, blowing large clouds of smoke behind and to the sides of them as they neared the side door of the mansion, a few hundred yards away still, but getting closer.

She studied the mansion as the began to near it. She could already tell it was magnificent.

Roger opened the door and held it for Edward and Falathiel. Edward shook his head, "Oh my, Czar, you need not hold the door for the likes of me, I should hold it for you."

Roger shook his head, "Think nothing of it major, I'm just being a proper gentleman for the lady and a host for you and her, you are both my guests..."

She counted at least six floors above the first floor as she walked towards the door and then through it.

Roger smiled, "This mansion, it is approximately two hundred thousand square feet, well each of the six floors is two hundred thousand square feet, so overall it is about one million and two hundred thousand square feet... It cost over two hundred billion dollars to build and furnish it... Not even counting the nice fifty thousand square foot bunker underneath it, with four levels, each being fifty thousand, for a total of two hundred thousand square feet. There is plenty of room here to relax, get lost, and avoid contact with any distractions while doing work. This place has it all."

what was Cara last doing in this thread? I am kinda lost ARGH!!!!!!

She smiled back.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

They arrived in a smoking lounge, and Roger sat down, suggesting they both sit down as well. He sighed before exhaling on his cigarette and then looking at Falathiel and asking, "So, what is your story? Tell me about yourself and your nation, what brings you here, and what you think of our nation, if you don't mind telling me that is."


Ooc- Be back later tonight

She sat herself down.

"Mississippi is quite nice. I'm just here on diplomatic business, really. But you want to know about me? There's not very much to tell. I'm not an Eldanoran noble, but I studied diplomacy at one of the better universities. I was the top of my class there, so the Empress took me on as one of her ambassadors. I handle a lot of foreign relations.

Eldanor is a great nation. There are three major islands, and some of the nobles hold estates on the tiny ones. There are lots of plains and not much industry, but the scenery is just lovely wherever you go."

Though not attending this conference, I have outlawed witchcraft and have come under fire. Help is needed. Come brethren, fight against the devil and his fallen angels!
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Roger nodded as he lit up another cigarette. Suddenly the door opened and his wife, the Czarina Alice, walked into the room. Roger quickly passed the cigarette to Ernst. He smiled and started to smoke it.

Alice sighed as she looked at Roger, "Roger... Are you smoking again?"

He chuckled, "No dear, not at all... But Edward is, and we're all talking business, you shouldn't come in a smoking lounge in your condition... Stay in the doorway, don't come any closer... At least not until I turn the vents on."

Alice nodded and waited for Roger to activate the air purification system. After he did so, she walked over and shook hands with Edward and Falathiel, introducing herself as "Alice Fabus" before she sat down next to Roger.

Falathiel could tell Alice was about seven or eight months pregnant. Roger smiled as she looked at Alice, "Yes, I know what you're thinking... It's a boy, he'll be named Alexander."

ooc: just skipping back a looong time.
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Like your treatment of other races for example. Do you really think that people can be inferior to your common man?

Robert nodded, "Yes, I certainly believe so, don't you?"



Ooc- http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=368767

Of course I bloody well don't. I'm Armenian, not exactly aryan is it?

Robert smiled, "Ah, Armenian, a fine people, I consider them to be on par with Mississippians, more or less on par that is... So tell me, what is it like in your nation?"