Evinsia
30-10-2004, 07:42
OOC: This is between Evinsia, Ritchiestan, and Religious Dudes.
Evinsian Foreign Minister William Cornwallis walked swiftly down the corridor. His Soviet-pattern uniform, adorned with the highest decorations his nation had to offer, was pressed perfectly without wrinkles. The medals were perfectly aligned on the left breast of his tunic. Spitshined boots went up to his knees, at which point it tapered off into perfectly flared riding trousers. On his belt was a holster carrying his beloved Glock 22.
He turned left down another corridor, arriving moments later at the small room deep in the bowels of the Government Building of the Republic of Evinsia. The Evinsian Marine guards on either side of the door snapped to attention, their M-14 rifles resting on their left shoulders. Cornwallis saluted the guards, showing stiff military discipline that he had practiced for the last twenty years. At the age of 38, he was the youngest member of the President's cabinet.
He opened the door, discovering the table with dignitaries of the nations of Evinsia, Ritchiestan, and Religious Dudes seated in their designated seats. After he sat down, the General in prescence ordered everybody to stand up while each nation's national anthem played. Everybody was at attention until the guitar sounds of Freebird, the national anthem of Evinsia, trailed off into silence. Everyone then sat down at the General's order.
The paper defining the Tripartite Act was passed around the table, each signatory placing their signature at the bottom of the paper. The sheet was then placed in a briefcase, to be sent to the archives of Ritchiestan.
The signatories then marched out of the room, the dignitaries of Ritchiestan and Religious Dudes heading to their convoys, which headed to George S. Patton Memorial Airport on the outskirts of the Evinsian Capital District, to be flown back to their respective nations.
Cornwallis walked swiftly down the corridor to the porch-like area overlooking the heart of the Evinsian Capital District. The huge crowd assembled below was staggering, in the hundreds of thousands. He approached the podium and delivered the following adress.
"People of the Republic of Evinsia, we are now a member of a three-party alliance. The People's Republic of Ritchiestan and the Armed Republic of Religious Dudes are now allied with us. If any of us are attacked by a foreign power, we will rush to each other's aid. We are now an alliance to be dealt with. Thank you, good night, and may whatever diety you believe in bless you."
Evinsian Foreign Minister William Cornwallis walked swiftly down the corridor. His Soviet-pattern uniform, adorned with the highest decorations his nation had to offer, was pressed perfectly without wrinkles. The medals were perfectly aligned on the left breast of his tunic. Spitshined boots went up to his knees, at which point it tapered off into perfectly flared riding trousers. On his belt was a holster carrying his beloved Glock 22.
He turned left down another corridor, arriving moments later at the small room deep in the bowels of the Government Building of the Republic of Evinsia. The Evinsian Marine guards on either side of the door snapped to attention, their M-14 rifles resting on their left shoulders. Cornwallis saluted the guards, showing stiff military discipline that he had practiced for the last twenty years. At the age of 38, he was the youngest member of the President's cabinet.
He opened the door, discovering the table with dignitaries of the nations of Evinsia, Ritchiestan, and Religious Dudes seated in their designated seats. After he sat down, the General in prescence ordered everybody to stand up while each nation's national anthem played. Everybody was at attention until the guitar sounds of Freebird, the national anthem of Evinsia, trailed off into silence. Everyone then sat down at the General's order.
The paper defining the Tripartite Act was passed around the table, each signatory placing their signature at the bottom of the paper. The sheet was then placed in a briefcase, to be sent to the archives of Ritchiestan.
The signatories then marched out of the room, the dignitaries of Ritchiestan and Religious Dudes heading to their convoys, which headed to George S. Patton Memorial Airport on the outskirts of the Evinsian Capital District, to be flown back to their respective nations.
Cornwallis walked swiftly down the corridor to the porch-like area overlooking the heart of the Evinsian Capital District. The huge crowd assembled below was staggering, in the hundreds of thousands. He approached the podium and delivered the following adress.
"People of the Republic of Evinsia, we are now a member of a three-party alliance. The People's Republic of Ritchiestan and the Armed Republic of Religious Dudes are now allied with us. If any of us are attacked by a foreign power, we will rush to each other's aid. We are now an alliance to be dealt with. Thank you, good night, and may whatever diety you believe in bless you."