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The Queen is engaging in yet another marriage, and this time she wishes it to be a more formal affair. She is inviting anybody that wishes to come to the wedding to come!(Accept Facists, Conservatives, or other non-fun people)

The Queen is engaging in yet another marriage, and this time she wishes it to be a more formal affair. She is inviting anybody that wishes to come to the wedding to come!(Accept Facists, Conservatives, or other non-fun people)

((I assume you meant 'except' not 'accept'))

TO: To whom it may concern.
FR: The Foreign Office, Draconic Order
SU: Establishing diplomatic relations with foreign nations to achieve growth and prosperity

The Dominion of Draconic Order wishes to congratulate the happy couple. We will be sending a delegate, he should arrive in a matter of days to attend the wedding and open relations with The Most Serene Republic of Tree Hugging Lesbians..

-martivir ghoros kepesk-
(peace before the storm)
Maekrix Azure

Ab-shalom and greetings;

Would that the Sultan himself could attend; alas, other pressing matters force his absence at this event.

In lieu of his presence, our Vizier of International Affairs, Francesca Berenstein al-Dalal, shall be attending with suitable escort.

Namaste,
Raahmid Javani
Grand Vizier
Humble Servant of His Magnificence, the Sultan of Vastiva

Diplomatic Corps: HM Dominion of British B'Stardsia (The South Isle of Madigascar, North West Indian Ocean)

Although the government is conservative the Reformist Consevartive Party, in opposition to the ruling Patriotic Conservative Party is writing a white paper on Marriages of this errrr... persuation and the Diplomat Sir Maynard Francis will visit the weeding with a tradional present, a stuffed Lemur and a picnic hamper.

"The German Reich openly condemns this heathen marriage. A man is meant for a women, a women is not made to love or marry another women. All of the nations attending this marriage only approved by Satan will burn in hell."

- High Cardinal Cather

Ooc- Open RP eh? So does that mean we can come with Su-25s and MiG-31s?

(Grins)

TO: Whom it may concern, Nation of THL
FR: MinExAff
SU: Wedding Wishes

We sought the input of the Ecclesiastical Affairs Ministry prior to issuing a statement on the matter, due to the nature of the issue.

Their reply was this statement;

This is a rather unorthodox union, given the legal status of the two persons involved (members of a royal family tend to wed persons of the opposite gender for reasons of propagation of the bloodlines), but on examination there is nothing wrong with it; we are precedented in our decision in this matter (Ecclesiastical Rulings on Same Sex Marriages [1698, 1732, 1801, 1970, 1995], Ecclesiastical Rulings on Nobility Wedding The Same Gender [1698, 1765, 1803, 1852-3, 1902, 1972, 1995]. Omnia Vincit Amor Rulings [1034,1293, 1436, 1601, 1698], Imperial Declaration on the Matter At Hand, [1963], [Numerous Others omitted from this communication; the citation of cases in full goes on for several pages]).
We do however note that such unions complicate the matter with regards to the phrasing of the usual blessings for marriage; we are still endeavouring to correct this.
-Ministry of Ecclesiastical Affairs.

With the affirmation of MinEcAff on the matter, this office wishes the happy couple all the best. A hamper of fruit (or alternative foods in accordance with taste and quarantine regulations) will be sent, along with a fine selection of teas, coffees, and chocolates.

-Ministry of External Affairs.

We condemn this marriage, if you were in Moronyicka you would be put to death for such an act. Your nation has been added to our black list.


~King Jedo~

Ooc- Open RP eh? So does that mean we can come with Su-25s and MiG-31s?
Only if you want all your forces turned into sheep by faerie magic.

We condemn this marriage, if you were in Moronyicka you would be put to death for such an act. Your nation has been added to our black list.
Your condemnation of this mairrage is going to be a direct cause of the crop failure likely to hit your nation next harvest. Just letting you know.

"The German Reich openly condemns this heathen marriage. A man is meant for a women, a women is not made to love or marry another women. All of the nations attending this marriage only approved by Satan will burn in hell."
see above

Princess Niciala watched the world flow by her as she looked out the window of the flying carriage. She was already fully dressed, ready to meet her bride at the alter. She knew that she was doing the right thing, the only thing she could really do and live with herself, but still she had fears. She was afraid something would happen, or that the marriage wouldn't last, or that, gods forbid, one or both of them would fall out of love. And she was afraid of the future, for Alexandria's lifespan could never match her own. Niciala, as a faerie, would live until either she was killed, or chose to slip into nonexistance. And Alexandria, while young, would only last at the very best another eighty years. She didn't know what she would do when her love was gone. She didn't know what she would do at all.

We condemn this marriage, if you were in Moronyicka you would be put to death for such an act. Your nation has been added to our black list.


~King Jedo~


"We laugh at this letter, as we do not fear being added to someones "Black list"


"The German Reich openly condemns this heathen marriage. A man is meant for a women, a women is not made to love or marry another women. All of the nations attending this marriage only approved by Satan will burn in hell."

- High Cardinal Cather

" What you dont believe in cant hurt you."


Alexandria was already at the church, already in her formal wear and what not. She was standing at the door, preparing to greet the foreign deligates. She was as excited and peppy as a little girl at the moment.

Diplomatic Transmission

David Resperti, Undersecretary of the Colonial Department of Foreign Affairs, would be honored to attend this most joyous of occasions on behalf of the Democratic Colonies. We in the Democratic Colonies feel that any union between two loving adults is as valuable and sacred as any other, and would like to send our representive to congratulate the happy couple in person.

- The Office of Undersecretary David Resperti, Colonial Department of Foreign Affairs

"We will carefully monitoring any nations and people from foreign countries who attend. Homosexuality is the greatest sin possible and we will not passively tolerate it."

Dr. Curtis Fabus

Alexandria was already at the church, already in her formal wear and what not. She was standing at the door, preparing to greet the foreign deligates. She was as excited and peppy as a little girl at the moment.

~The delegate from the Draconic Order arrived first. Someone, short, once tall, but leaned over a smooth, white wooden staff slowly emerged from the opening of his transport. The being hobbled towards the palace with a purpose. His long earthen toned robe and hood hid the man's features as he approached, but at a shortened distance, the fact that he was an old man was more apparent. His eyes were covered with a black silk blindfold. He greeted them with a wave of a wrinkled hand and a mumbled word. He spoke in a low moan, as if like the wind of a storm.~

"We greet the matriarch and wish the couple many years of happiness."

***OFFICIAL RESPONCE***

The Following is an Official Responce from the Minister of Forign Affairs concerning this matter

*Burp* Damn thats good whisky.

That is all

I would like to attend the wedding.
President John Lagston
Federal Republic of Brydog

Niciala sighed, and put her fears behind her. This was going to be the happiest day of her life. She leaned back and thought of Alexandria for a moment, and cheered up. Love was fleeting, but love was eternal, and it was just something she would learn to live with, and enjoy.
A smile grew over her face, and she giggled to herself. She was getting married!
(ooc: I'll just have Niciala in transit for a while so that people can arrive. give me a cue when the ceremony should begin.)

The Imperium will neither endorse or condemn this marriage. That is all.

"Congratulations on your marriage. Will you need any air or naval protection?"-The Great Leader Li.

"Congratulations on your marriage. Will you need any air or naval protection?"-The Great Leader Li.

"Well, we would appreciate it. Never know what people might do to stop something like this."


Alexandria nodded and waved back at the strange man. "Man, the other deligates are running late..." She thought to her self.

"Alrighty.... I'm going to send 3 Nexus class battlecarriers,10 Sea Claw Class 15 SeaFang class destroyers, and 30 CIWS/ASW ships to Tree Hugging Lesbians. Each battlecarrier has 100 ASF-06 Coral Dragon fighters on it."-The Great Leader Li

Undersecretary David Resperti (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/59756e36.jpg) stood impatiently as the wind buffeted against him, blowing at his suit clad form. He, along with his security detail of three, were standing on the tarmac at the airport where'd they'd just landed.

"I thought there was supposed to be a limo waiting." said Resperti, straightening his light coloured tie. "I didn't take a bloody supersonic Concorde here so a missing limo could make me late for the wedding."

"I'm sure it's on its way." said a member of Resperti's protective team. "Look, there it is now, sir." she said, pointing at a rapidly approaching limo.

"Good. We're already running late." replied Resperti. The female protective agent opened the limo door for the undersecretary once it came to a stop. Once the three men and one woman of the party were inside, it was a quick drive to the where the wedding would be held.

Alexandria still stood at the entrance of the church, greeting various Queendom goverment officials and the like. She was still eagerly awaiting Niciala, but she had to wait for everyone to arrive. Someone pulled up in a limo.

"I hope this is one of those deligates..."

She thought to her self.

To: A Royal Marriage Between a Happy Couple
From: Matriarch Serrin

Greetings, from me, as I would love to attend this impetuously honorable and inevitably fantastical wedding. If you would so kindly agree, then I will arrive immediately. If not, then I am on a plane as I send you this message, so there would be little you can do to stop me, short of firing missile rockets at my passenger plane. But I am sure you would not like to have such a situation during your wedding.

My very love, Arborgard, would most likely not have any positive views on even such a happy marriage, as his views are becoming more warped and sadistic with each time passes. So, I will be coming alone.

Thank you for your time, and please, I beg of you, do not mention this to Arborgard; there is little that can sneak past him, but for the things that can, usually his dungeon or death follows.

A cairrage, seemingly from nowhere, pulled up to the church and stopped. The door opened, and a young elf girl with beautiful long golden hair, in servant dress stepped out, then reached into the cairrage and gently extracted a male faerie. The faerie was somewhat old looking, and sagelike. He was missing one leg, and perched himself eventually upon the elf girl's shoulder. The elf then walked over to greet the queen. The one-legged faerie doffed his rather large hat with a flourish.
"Lannagin, court potionmixer and sage at your service, Your Majesty!" He said, reaching out his hand to kiss the Queen's
"And this fine young lass would be Elsia, The princess's personal maid."

Behind them, three large wooden chests were removed from the cairraige, carried by powerful looking gnomes. one was bound in silver, one in gold, and one in brass. Lannagin looked back to them, then turned to the Queen. "Where should they offload the wedding gifts, Your Majesty?"

"I see, and where, may I ask, is the princess her self?" Alexandria asked.

To: A Royal Marriage Between a Happy Couple
From: Matriarch Serrin

Greetings, from me, as I would love to attend this impetuously honorable and inevitably fantastical wedding. If you would so kindly agree, then I will arrive immediately. If not, then I am on a plane as I send you this message, so there would be little you can do to stop me, short of firing missile rockets at my passenger plane. But I am sure you would not like to have such a situation during your wedding.

My very love, Arborgard, would most likely not have any positive views on even such a happy marriage, as his views are becoming more warped and sadistic with each time passes. So, I will be coming alone.

Thank you for your time, and please, I beg of you, do not mention this to Arborgard; there is little that can sneak past him, but for the things that can, usually his dungeon or death follows.

Of course, we'd love to have you.

"The Princess is still in transit, and should be here shortly. I daresay there was a might of an argument betwixt her and her father, so she's a bit late. That's all settled now, though. The King is very melodramatic, however, and I assure you she will be showing up in a spectacular fashion."

"Thats good to know, but, um, hey, can I ask what the argument was about?"

Lannagin cocked his head to the side, and gave The Queen a careful gaze.
"are you sure you want to know? Because I can promise you you won't like it."

Serrin sat at the edge of the airplane window, her private plane billowing amongst the drafty clouds. She sighed relief slowly, and sighed again more strongly. As she wrote into her diary, she ink ran dry.
Fumbling into her deep pockets and her coat, she found a glossy pen, but her hand stopped instantly as a pungent smell filled her nostrils. She swung her head around, looking for the source of the greasy smell. As she did so, she saw a robotic man, with deathly fingers and a cross glare. He sported a thumped hat and a smart trenchcoat, hiding his lower mask which covered his inherent eyes. As the man stood up, Serrin leapt to her feet, and bowed predominantly.
"My Lord Nahk." She answered, her tear filling her eyes. Nahk was Arborgard's greatest commander, a rotting corpse that died once, but maintained through an unknown means. If Nahk knew she was here, then Arborgard would surely know. "Please, have mercy."
"I am not here to sentence you to future crime, General." Nahk answered, unmovingly. His eyes flickered and slithered, as red fluid filled his hands. "The Other Matriarch would like to bid you a good time at your visit."

"Who...Ashili?!?" Serrin answered, flustered. "But why?" As she got up.
"She believes that what you are doing is right. To see two blessed in matrimony is something she cares for...something Arborgard does not." Nahk answered monotonely. "I would like to wish you good luck as well, Serrin. Give them my blessings."
"Yes, Lord." Serrin answered, as she watched Nahk sit down and passive himself throughout the remainder of the trip.

When Serrin got off of the plane, Nahk stayed on. As the plane returned to Jenrak, so did he. Serrin tugged at her bag, and heaved it heavily up. She began to search for the location of the wedding ceremony.

***

From: Ashili, General
Please, any authorities at THL, if you see a young girl, in the early twenties, with dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes and filthy scar on her left palm, please tell her where the wedding is, as she is without doubt unprepared for travel.

Lannagin cocked his head to the side, and gave The Queen a careful gaze.
"are you sure you want to know? Because I can promise you you won't like it."

"Yes, please tell me" She responded.

Undersecretary David Resperti smoothed out his hair with a hand as he stepped out of the limo that had ferryed him to the church where the royal marriage was to take place. He made a mental note to himself as he began to walk towards the woman that was standing at the entrance to the church - his protectors had sidearms under thier jackets. He would need to see if they had to be confiscated for the duration of the wedding; he certainly didn't want to cause any trouble over something as minor as whether or not his security detail, which probably wasn't really needed here anyways, was armed or not.

Resperti glanced back at the jewel encrusted case that was held tightly in the right hand of one of his protective agents as he approached the woman. The jewel encrusted case, really just a titanium briefcase that had been carved and decorated until it was worth a small fortune, held inside the wedding gifts from the Democratic Colonies.

Resperti smiled broadly, but had stopped a dozen metres away from who he now positively recognized as Queen Alexandria of Tree Hugging Lesbians. She appeared to be occupied with someone, a faerie of some sort. Resperti, wanting to avoid making the situation akward, began an idle chat about the weather, and the beautiful construction of the church, speaking with one of his protective agents while waiting for Queen Alexandria to become available.

Lannagin sighed. "His excellency King Villior, tried to convince her that, as a mere human woman, you were unworthy of Niciala. She blew up in his face. I've never seen her spit fire like that before, didn't think she was capable of it. By Faelands law, she can marry whomever she choses, and he'll be thought of as the grandest fool if he fails to attend. He'll be here, but don't expect him to say much."

Alexandria smiled upon hearing the story. "I'm glad she did that, I never exptected to be defended in such a fashion. Now, if you excuse me, I have other people to great."

President Lagston arrives in a VH-60D with Federal Republic of Brydog written on the tail.

Lannagin doffed his hat again, and Elsia curtsied, and both filed into the church.

Seeing that Queen Alexandria was now unoccupied, Resperti strode over to her. Unfortunately, the Colonial Department of Foreign Affairs hadn't been able to prepare a briefing for him before he'd left for Tree Hugging Lesbians. Thus, not entirely sure of what the protocol in the Queendom was, Resperti got down on one knee before Queen Alexandria and bowed his head.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Queen Alexandria." Resperti said. "I am David Resperti from the Democratic Colonies, and I am honored to have been invited to your wedding."

Alexandria motioned for the man to rise.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, and I to am honored that you've taken the time to come. I welcome you to our nation."

At a remote airbase in the pro-Mississippian nation of Argentina, two unmarked Volunteer Guard MiG-41s were fueling and readying for their mission. Both of the men would have only enough fuel to make the flight to their target, it was a one-way mission. But this, this was to be a mission for God.

The captain, the older of the two men, tied his headband snuggly around his head, the grey script writing of "Sola Scriptura, Solus Christus, Sola gratia, Sola fide, Soli Deo gloria" was clear and stood out, boldly proclaiming his faith.

The lieutenant, the younger of the two men, tucked his officer's dagger into the sheath and climbed into the cockpit of the waiting MiG-41.

Their mission was to simple, to deliver a blow for God and the Mosaic law.



Ooc- If this is not okay, tell me and I'll scrap it.

Resperti again flashed his smile at the Queen as he rose.

"Thank you for your welcome." he said, not quite sure if Queen Alexandria had a prefered way of being refered to.

Your Majesty? Your Royalty? Hmm... Could be anything... Resperti shook the thoughts aside as he motioned for the protective agent who was carrying the jewel encrusted case to come forward.

"Queen Alexandria, I come bearing gifts for the pleasure of yourself and Princess Niciala. With who could I speak to to see about having them taken for your convienence? Unless, ofcourse, if you'd like to see them now."

At a remote airbase in the pro-Mississippian nation of Argentina, two unmarked Volunteer Guard MiG-41s were fueling and readying for their mission. Both of the men would have only enough fuel to make the flight to their target, it was a one-way mission. But this, this was to be a mission for God.

The captain, the older of the two men, tied his headband snuggly around his head, the grey script writing of "Sola Scriptura, Solus Christus, Sola gratia, Sola fide, Soli Deo gloria" was clear and stood out, boldly proclaiming his faith.

The lieutenant, the younger of the two men, tucked his officer's dagger into the sheath and climbed into the cockpit of the waiting MiG-41.

Their mission was to simple, to deliver a blow for God and the Mosaic law.



Ooc- If this is not okay, tell me and I'll scrap it.

OOC: Eh, you can go ahead if you want, but you'll have to get through the various air defenses of my allies, my own, and you'll piss of everyone who sent deligates to the wedding.

IC: "If it's okay, I'd like to see them first." Alexandria said.

Pres. Lagston and his aide Col. Rowland walked up to the Queen and greeted her. "Hello Your Highness, Im President John Lagston of The Federal Republic of Brydog. This is the chief of my protection detail, Col. Jack Rowland."

"Greetings Mr. Lagston!, thank you for coming. I'm honored to have you here."

At a remote airbase in the pro-Mississippian nation of Argentina, two unmarked Volunteer Guard MiG-41s were fueling and readying for their mission. Both of the men would have only enough fuel to make the flight to their target, it was a one-way mission. But this, this was to be a mission for God.

The captain, the older of the two men, tied his headband snuggly around his head, the grey script writing of "Sola Scriptura, Solus Christus, Sola gratia, Sola fide, Soli Deo gloria" was clear and stood out, boldly proclaiming his faith.

The lieutenant, the younger of the two men, tucked his officer's dagger into the sheath and climbed into the cockpit of the waiting MiG-41.

Their mission was to simple, to deliver a blow for God and the Mosaic law.



Ooc- If this is not okay, tell me and I'll scrap it.
Also, expect massive crop loss if the fae ever find out that your nation was involved. And you'll have Fae magic to deal with.

IC: "If it's okay, I'd like to see them first." Alexandria said.

"Ofcourse, Queen Alexandria." said Resperti. The agent with the case held it up and gently opened it, allowing the Queen a look inside.

"This," said Resperti while gently gesturing towards a sparkling diamond necklace with red jewels, "is a necklace originally created over 100 years ago for Empress Breniali, then leader of what is now our Vedra Colony.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/International%20Gifts%20Given/4131902e.jpg

"It was produced with the finest Vedran diamonds, and encrusted with the rubies of Mount Sineai. In modern times, the Imperial Vedran family serves only as a figurehead for Vedra Colony, but in the past, they held the lives of hundreds of thousands under thier command. A pair of ruby encrusted earrings was later created during the War of Colonial Unification to match with the necklace. The Vedran Empress personally wanted this given to you as a gift for this most wonderful occasion.




The agent holding the case shifted slightly as Resperti gestured at the other necklace and earring pair contained within the black velvet interior of the case.

"This," said Resperti, "was created over 300 years ago by the Royal Family of what is now Athena Colony. Again, the Royal Family today serves only as a figurehead, advising the local government but not leading it, but nontheless, they too were once great leaders, champions and warriors of thier time, and continue to serve a valuable role today.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/International%20Gifts%20Given/254950ef.jpg

"It, and its accompaning earrings, are composed of the finest gold of Athena Colony, and encrusted with green gems that were gained through trade with Asia in the 1650's."


Resperti stepped back to allow Queen Alexandria a better look at the jewels.

"The only possible question, ofcourse, is which necklace you shall take and which one Princess Niciala will take. I'm sure though, that you'll decide without any trouble. Do you think you prefer one over the other now?"

"I'm rather fond of the second one, my self." Alexandria said, still admiring the jewelry.

"I'm rather fond of the second one, my self." Alexandria said, still admiring the jewelry.

"I'm sure the Royal Family of Athena Colony will be quite pleased to hear that." said Resperti. "The Democratic Colonies as a whole would be honored by your acceptance of these gifts."

Resperti glanced over to the Queen's left, where the President of Brydog apparently wanted to speak to Queen Alexandria as well. He didn't want to keep him waiting, but he wasen't quite sure if the Queen wanted to examine the jewels further.

"Dear Queen, we'd like to ask you if we can provide you with additional secuirty detail, both on ground and in air, as this occasion will be a prime target for terrorist nations. Please accept our offer."

"Thank you for showing me these wonderfull gifts you're nation has provided, you may enter the church now if you want. I have alot of other people to great." Alexandria said.


Response to Tocrowkia: Sure, we'd like that alot.

"Thank you for showing me these wonderfull gifts you're nation has provided, you may enter the church now if you want. I have alot of other people to greet." Alexandria said.


"Ofcourse Queen Alexandria." said Resperti. He bowed deeply as the agent holding the jewel case gently closed it, locking it shut. His hand motions made the stainless steel cable that ran from the handle of the case up the agent's suit jacket visible for a moment, but it was unlikely that it was noticed. Once the case was again closed and ready for transport, Resperti, followed by his security detail, walked into the church. He'd still need to ask if anyone wanted to confiscate the pistols that his protectors carried - he didn't want to cause an international incident afterall. Perhaps someone inside would collect the wedding gifts as well.

Two female guards clad in green robes stopped Resperti before he entered the main area of the Church. "Sir, if you'd like, you could leave the wedding gifts you may be carrying on this table. Also, if you're carrying any weapons, you can go ahead and keep them, we'd just like to see what type of weapons they are."

Priority Transmission:

I would attend, but before I do I must know if this will take very long. I may be needed on international buisness in a few days.
Also, am I requested to bring a date?

Head of State,
Feild Marshal Peshtur Namtar (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/Dostanuot/Peshtur_Namtar.jpg)

OOC: I've been looking for a place to bring out my next national devlopment, and this may be it. Rest assured, I plan not an attack.

"It will take only one day, and dates are optional."

Two female guards clad in green robes stopped Resperti before he entered the main area of the Church. "Sir, if you'd like, you could leave the wedding gifts you may be carrying on this table. Also, if you're carrying any weapons, you can go ahead and keep them, we'd just like to see what type of weapons they are."

"Ofcourse." said Resperti. He made a hand motion to the agent carrying the jewel case, who then promptly rolled up his jacket sleeve. He spent a few seconds working a combination lock before the jeweled carrying case snapped free of the connecting cable that ran from the case handle to a harness on his forearm. He placed the jewel case gently onto the table before he and the two other members of Resperti's protective detail slowly, with exaggerated motions, reached into thier jackets to extract thier weapons.

"These are, ah, P221 10mm Pistols (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/6c5fc4b3.jpg )." the female agent said. "It's standard issue in the Colonial Security Bureau. Integrated laser sight, 13 round magazine, 10mm rounds. We are carrying them loaded but with no round in the chamber, and, ofcourse, safeties on."

"Are those alright?" Resperti asked the robe clad women.

"Sure, go on in."

"Thank you." said Resperti as his protective team again snapped thier weapons into shoulder holsters that were, for the most part, hidden under thier jackets. The agents nodded thier thanks to the robed women as well.

Resperti, with his protective agents in tow, walked into the main area of the church, actually a bit suprised that his agents were allowed to keep thier weapons.

Flying alone in her own private jet, Gabrielle Valentine (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/Iuthia/Characters/Gabrielle.jpg), Noitan Teppup's Minister of Defence and ex-military officer looked out of the window adjacent to her into the wispy clouds below... having recieved an invite to the wedding as one of the allies of the Tree Hugging Lesbians she wondered about the nations culture a little more and how a wedding would feel after all this time.

Things were heated in Noitan Teppup at the moment, technically it was a democracy, however corruption wasn't uncommon though it hadn't reached the President as of yet... it was better then it was and Gabrielle was happy that he had done the best he could to stamp on the most blatant cases.

Nevermind though, things were changing for the better at least and she was attending this event for several reasons: Firstly while it is an official affair, Gabrielle was permitted to treat it like a holiday, this meant it didn't count towards her holiday time this year, so Gabrielle intended to enjoy herself. Secondly the President wanted her to judge the nation up close and personnel and provide a professional opinion of how much defending they would likely need. More importantly however, Gabrielle was to respresent Noitan Teppup at the wedding and meet with up upper crust of their new protectorate.

Just a little longer... Gabrielle thought to herself, the plane began it's approach.

"THL Air Control, this is flight designation Alpha Panda Oh Five requesting permission to make our approach and land, over." the pilot transmitted his message to the air control down below. The private jet wasn't military in the slightest, though it did have some minor protective measures, none of which were weapons of course.

Laston and Rowland show their P-14-45 LDAs. Lagston carrying two in a double shoulder hoster, Before entering the church.

http://world.guns.ru/handguns/paraord_p1445.jpg
P-14-45 LDA

Priority Message:

Very well, my date and I shal arive shortly. We will be bringing our own vehicle and escort, as well as a fighter escort, if this is not a problem.

Head of State,
Feild Marshal Peshtur Namtar (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/Dostanuot/Peshtur_Namtar.jpg)

Various letters are sent out.

"Does Ms.Valentine have transportation?"

Very well, my date and I shal arive shortly. We will be bringing our own vehicle and escort, as well as a fighter escort, if this is not a problem.

"Of course not. We trust you'll bring gifts, how ever."


Some random woman in a dress asked "Mr Laston, dont you have any gifts?"

Yes, I do, Lagston pulls out two sliver Rolex watches. This is for both of them.

To: Queen Alexandria and Princess Niciala
From: Sacrifice Otto de'Breghan and Under-Sacrifice Alice me'Harki

"Due to circumstances outside our control, namely the late arrival of your invitation (entirely the fault of our postal system), we can not make it to the ceremony itself. We do, however, wish you the best of luck in your joyous new union, and wish to offer you an uniqe wedding present - a free honeymoon in our nation, complete with guided tours, rafting, naturehikes, and visits to our countryside. However, due to our complete lack of anything even remotely resembling armed forces, you are free to bring a security detail of up to one hundred persons. We will of course provide these persons with anything they need, indeed any comfort they might wish for.

Best wishes,
Sacrifice Otto de'Breghan
Under-Sacrifice Alice me'Harki

PS: We're looking forward to seeing you, if you want to come! Otto" (The last part is scrawled on, in a I-like-these-people-let's-personalise-it-a-bit sort of way)

"Does Ms.Valentine have transportation?"

OCC: I'll take that as permission to land, I'm sorry, I should have made my post a little more clear.

IC

"Thank you Control, I'm afraid Ms. Valentine doesn't have any transport aside from this jet, she was planning on hiring a car or taking a cab for the rest of the journey." the pilot politely replied, maneuvering the plane into landing vectors, in line with the runway. "Alpha Panda Oh Five making final aproach, starting landing proceedure control, Out." And with that the pilot started the private jets decent.

Several minutes later the plane was safely on the ground and Ms. Valentine made her way down the stair exit of the plane. She didn't expect anyone to greet her as she wasn't a huge VIP as such.

"We assit on sending personal transportation to pick her up."

Shortly, four aircraft departed from the Republican Airforce base at Uruk. Three YF-100 Glaive interceptors, top of the line aircraft, and a single TPC-5 (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/Dostanuot/TPC5.jpg) light transport plane flew off towards a small island nation.
The journey was breif, but the aircraft made it safely to the airfeild, two of the Glaives landing before the transport. Their thrust reversers causing a brilliant beam of fire to shoor forward over the wings, in an effort to slow the aircraft down to land on a smaller runway then their normal three kilometer long airstrips. The transport followed, landing and taxing to a clear parking space beside the two Glaives, as the third fighter landed.
From the back of the TPC-5, three black T-6A GPV's came, down the rear loading ramp. The trio of vehicles quickly discovered where they were to go,and headed there in due fashion.

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OOC: Just moving myself quickly for the arival.

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The three trucks pulled up to the church, their windows tinted darkly, and an iinsiginea writen in Cueniform on their sides, strange to those who saw. A man, wearing a camoflauge uniform, neatly pressed, and carrying a well polished shotgun over his shoulder stepped from the rear door of te first vehicle, walking slowly to the second vehicle. He opened the rear door to the second truck, from which stepped a young woman, about eighteen, with dark middle eastern skin and black hair, dressed in a pressed black dress uniform, a simmilar black officers hat upon her head, and a holstered Glock 20AD pistol clearly visible on her right hip, although it and the holster were polished to a shine. She turned a moment, offering her hand into the vehicle, helping out the other occupant. Another young woman, dressed simply in a modest light blue and white fully body dress, a light blue scarfe wraped around her hair and neck, about eighteen years of age as well, and slightly fairer skin then the other. The two walked together up the stairs to the awaiting gaurds as the soldier removeda polished wooden box from the truck and carried it with him behind the two young women.

Unlike all the other guests, Gabrielle Valentine didn't bring a weapon. This was a wedding afterall and having any weapon at all would look bad in the eyes of her guests... this was a formal affair and it's likely that the Tree Hugging Lesbian's would be providing their own security so Gabrielle made a point of looking like she trusted Noitan Teppup's newest Protectorate.

Gabrielle wore a simple purple dress more suited for evening occasions then anything else, however it was the best she could find without wearing either a grey suit or her old military uniform, she figured this would be better and the people here weren't the judgemental type. They just wanted to have fun.

This place would make for an excellent tourist location... she thought to herself. Before long her escorts had arrived, her very own transportation had been arranged, a luxury Gabrielle wasn't used to, politely she entered the vehicle in order to be taken to the venue.

"Excuse us..."

Two of the guards said to the newcomers.

"You dont seem to be on the guest list. Mind if we ask you some questions?"

"Sure, ask away" the woman in the uniform replied to the gaurds, smiling.

(ooc: Just so you guys know, for further gift giving, Princess Niciala is a Faerie. Meaning she's roughly the size of a barbie doll.)

"Sure, ask away" the woman in the uniform replied to the gaurds, smiling.


"Well, first off, who are you?"

(ooc: Just so you guys know, for further gift giving, Princess Niciala is a Faerie. Meaning she's roughly the size of a barbie doll.)

OOC:

Oh dear. I didn't know - I guess a human sized necklace would be pretty much useless then...

With a slight chuckle she responded.
"Oh, I do so love introducing myself. I am Feild Marshal Peshtur Namtar, head of the Dictorial Republic of Dostanuot Loj, and Dictator of government affairs. This beautiful lady to my side is Karida Rahimah Sawsan, a old dear freind of mine, and my date to this wedding."
The young woman made a gesture to the other young woman with the scarf upon her head to her side.
"We have shortly before now addressed your national government about our presence, and I would not at all be surprised if such information had not reached you yet. The beaurocratic process is quite, tireing, if I do say so myself."

"Hmmm, alright, go on in. Have fun." The Guard said to the two women.

Peshtur nodded momentarily, turning to the soldier behind her and taking the wooden box, the man walked back to his truck, and the three T-6A's drove off to await their need later.
Peshtur then, taking Karida's hand, walked slowly into the church, stopping only a few feet before the door before she turned back to the gaurd.
"Is there a table for me to place my gift upon?"

"Sure, right here. We require to look at the gift, first. Dont be afraid to show us if it's anything kinky."

Peshtur turned, opening the lid of the wooden box to show it's contents. Rested in the silk-adorned interior of the box was a small, ornatly crafted jewlery chest, made of solid gold.
"Does it pass inspection?"

Serrin stopped at a large building, where activity was in hives. This must be place,she thought, as she strolled up to the place, her bags slung over precariously over her shoulders. However, as she wnet to the entrance, the guards stopped her.
"Halt, are you on the list?" One of them asked demandingly.
"Umhhhh..." Serrin didn't know they had a list.

A letter tied in white ribbon arrived from the Armed Republic of Krioval.

Krioval wishes to congratulate the two Ladies on their wedding day. Unfortunately, we were unable to send a delegation to commemorate this occasion due to a crisis of national security. To compound the difficulties, we are unaware of what would be an appropriate gift to the happy couple; our cultural understanding of the nations involved is nearly nonexistent, and with the election of a new chief diplomat in our capital, we are struggling to keep up with new communications. In an attempt to remedy the situation, I offer to the couple a trip to Krioval to faciliate cultural exchange between our societies. Further, if we could be told what type of gift would be suitable, I will personally search for it. After all, Krioval would be heartily embarrassed to send diamonds to a diamond exporter, ill-fitting clothing, or military craft to a pacifist nation! We pray for the harmony and long life of the marriage.

Lord Raijin Dekker Darklighter, the Light
Commander of Krioval
High Paladin to Solokaro

Peshtur turned, opening the lid of the wooden box to show it's contents. Rested in the silk-adorned interior of the box was a small, ornatly crafted jewlery chest, made of solid gold.
"Does it pass inspection?"


"Sure it does, you may continue."

Serrin stopped at a large building, where activity was in hives. This must be place,she thought, as she strolled up to the place, her bags slung over precariously over her shoulders. However, as she wnet to the entrance, the guards stopped her.
"Halt, are you on the list?" One of them asked demandingly.
"Umhhhh..." Serrin didn't know they had a list.

"If you arent on the list, show us some papers, we'll let you in."


Krioval wishes to congratulate the two Ladies on their wedding day. Unfortunately, we were unable to send a delegation to commemorate this occasion due to a crisis of national security. To compound the difficulties, we are unaware of what would be an appropriate gift to the happy couple; our cultural understanding of the nations involved is nearly nonexistent, and with the election of a new chief diplomat in our capital, we are struggling to keep up with new communications. In an attempt to remedy the situation, I offer to the couple a trip to Krioval to faciliate cultural exchange between our societies. Further, if we could be told what type of gift would be suitable, I will personally search for it. After all, Krioval would be heartily embarrassed to send diamonds to a diamond exporter, ill-fitting clothing, or military craft to a pacifist nation! We pray for the harmony and long life of the marriage.

Lord Raijin Dekker Darklighter, the Light
Commander of Krioval
High Paladin to Solokaro

"Well, perhaps some lingerie and other gifts for the wedding night. That would be appreciated."

(ooc: just let me know when a good time for niciala to arrive would be.)

(ooc: now would be good)

The carriage came in over the eastern shore. Pulled by a pair of hippogriffs, and held up by magic, it flies at very high speeds. ringing the chariot are six faeries, six of the twelve Knights of the Faelands. The chariot and it's entorough circled the church one time before coming to a landing in front of it. The Hippogriffs bucked, but the elven driver kept them in line. A door opened up, and the haughty looking Fae king stepped out. His hair was golden blond, and his grooming immaculate. Next came another faerie woman, and the two of them helped the third faerie out of the Cairrage. It was Princess Niciala, in a long, flowing wedding dress. As soon as she saw Alexandria, she rose on her gossamer wings and bolted over to her.

The six faerie knights immediately form a protective circle around the door of the church. Their armors and weaponry are all very distinct. One is wearing black armor and a rapier, another white armor and a broadsword, another red armor with yellow highlights and a bow, another wears armor that seems to be made from living wood and uses a bo-staff, another wears gray armor with bright white streaks in it and uses a long, jagged spear, and the last wears hides, and wields an axe.

Alexandria's face lit up as soon as she saw Niciala. As the fairy bolted towards her, she walked softly towards her. The Fairy landed in/on her chest, and Alexandira gently embraced her.

Niciala hugged Alexandria tight, having missed her. She looks up to the Queen.
"Well, I'm ready to marry you, are you ready to marry me?"

"Of course. I've been ready all morning." Alexandria said, smiling down at the fairy.

Niciala climbed up to her bride's shouder. "well, let's do this then."

"This is VAL flight 1624 requesting vector and approach directions... confirm, tower, we are expected..."

Francesca Berenstein al-Dalal tuned out the sounds coming from the cockpit, instead spending her time tending to her wardrobe. The face veil was slight, little more then a hint of propriety, particularly as her grecian hairdo had already been affected with several dozen combs of ivory and silver.

Her dress was near scandalous, but not quite over the line. Royal purple had been excluded, as overshadowing the guests of honor was normally frowned upon. As such, she had decided to wear a crisp, dark royal blue, woven with shimmering silver and beset with sapphires, cut generously here and there, yet leaving just enough to the imagination...

The silver cape - her badge of appointment - would remain off her shoulders until they had touched down.

Elsewhere in the plane, her escorts - two green robed guards - finished their weapons checks, oblivious to the style or cut of their uniforms. They gave not even a glance towards the white-wrapped package which would be Vastiva's gift to the new couple - that had already been seen to.

The plane banked slightly as the pilot responded to the towers directions. Within minutes, Vastiva's delegate would be on the ground.

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OOC: Side note to VoteEarly - "Do onto others as you would have others do onto you" & "By their acts, ye shall know them".

Something to consider.

::Beginning of transmission::

I, Governor of W Olves will not be attanding but would like to send a gift, A gift of a 96 carret Diamond mined on the far reaches of the universe as a good luck wedding token.

Expect it within 24 hours


Signed Governor of W Olves

::Ending of transmission::

"Alright, lets." Alexandria said, a smile still lining her face. The Church's bell's began to ring, a sign that the ceremony was about to begin.

King Villior and Niciala's friend Visian filed into the church behind Alexandria and Niciala. The six knights followed, the black armored one remaining at the door. The knights quickly spread out once inside, so as to keep an eye on all of the proceedings.

Alexandria turned to her bride whom was sitting on her shoulder. "I'm so happy right now, I cant really describe it. But I know it's because of you. Thank you..." She whispered to her.

"Well, perhaps some lingerie and other gifts for the wedding night. That would be appreciated."

Commander Dekker had visited all the sex shops in Torokara, which was quite the feat. His attendants had packaged together Raijin's purchases and prepared them for transport - all three hundred pounds. The Kriovalian looked worried. "It's just that I've never had to buy any of those things, ya know?! What would I know about what women like in bed?" He stamped the box with the official seal of Krioval and watched as it was loaded into the vehicle. It would arrive within the next few hours.

Niciala nipped playfully at Alexandria's ear.
"You know I'd do anything to make you happy. I love you."

Alexandria began to blush. "I love you to, alot!" she whispered into Niciala ear.


Commander Dekker had visited all the sex shops in Torokara, which was quite the feat. His attendants had packaged together Raijin's purchases and prepared them for transport - all three hundred pounds. The Kriovalian looked worried. "It's just that I've never had to buy any of those things, ya know?! What would I know about what women like in bed?" He stamped the box with the official seal of Krioval and watched as it was loaded into the vehicle. It would arrive within the next few hours.

"If we may be so bold as to ask. what exactly is in the package?"

This time Niciala blushed.
Elsewhere, Aroll, the Wild Knight (the one in the hides, with the axe) leaned over and whispered to one of the delegates. (whoever want's to talk to him.)
"I wonder'd if she'd ever get married. 73 years, and I swear, that girl's never even had a lover!"

"If we may be so bold as to ask. what exactly is in the package?"

The message was received duly by Koro, who giggled before forwarding it to the Commander. He was only the Diplomatic Director, after all, and he didn't want to screw this up. Yeah, right.

Raijin looked at the message and responded with the height of decorum and dignity that he could muster. "Well...uh...there's...the stuff you asked for...ya know?" He smiled brightly, trying not to make his discomfort obvious, and he failed totally. Cutting the connection, he glared at the younger man at the Diplomatic console who was struggling, even under the gaze of the Commander, not to laugh out loud. Like Raijin, he too failed at his task.

OOC: I have absolutely no idea what should or shouldn't be in there, and I didn't want to offend someone OOCly. Be creative? :hopes to not be slapped:

(ooc: well, is it normal stuff, or more on the kinky side? with that much info, I can use my imagination.

"Only a few more people, and we can begin...." Alexandria thought impatiently to her self. She was more then a little anxious right now, and glanced at her watch.

(ooc: well, is it normal stuff, or more on the kinky side? with that much info, I can use my imagination.

OOC: By all means, please do!

Raijin scratched his head before attempting a more proper answer to the question. Finally, he simply transmitted the following. "I confess I cannot remember the exact contents of the package in question. Suffice it to say that there is more lace in there than any man like myself would ever see in an entire lifetime, and several of the other items could, under extreme duress, be applied to fight off a rebel-led coup attempt. Of course, that may not be its primary use, but trust me, things like that can come in handy. Have fun!"

Koro Vartek hadn't managed to stop laughing by the time of the Commander's second transmission, and hearing the phrase beginning with "trust me..." set off an even more impressive bout of hysterics from the young man.

The limosine carrying Francesca Berenstein al-Dalal arrived - diplomatically on time. She stepped from it carefully, completely ignoring her two escorts with long-practiced skills.

Held carefully was the white-wrapped package, seated just so, not a bow crushed.

She made her way into the Church proper, managing mostly by situation to all but avoid the guards about.

She gave the one exception a slight bow of her head. "Ab-shalom and greetings. Vastiva sends her regards, and this gift, for the joy of the couple to wed. Where shall I place it?"

Once that was satisfied, she made her way inside, and from there to a seat, appropriately in view, and viewing.

Her guards made themselves similarly invisibly visible.

This time Niciala blushed.
Elsewhere, Aroll, the Wild Knight (the one in the hides, with the axe) leaned over and whispered to one of the delegates. (whoever want's to talk to him.)
"I wonder'd if she'd ever get married. 73 years, and I swear, that girl's never even had a lover!"

~The one he was talking to, Auran, the delegate from the Draconic Order, nudged the Wild Knight to keep quiet while the ceremony was in effect. He didn't care to spoil the moment with words.~

"Umm...papers...here it is." She answered, as a periwinkle note flipped out of her bag.
The guards checked it carefully, and after what seemed like an eternity, they handed it back to her and exclaimed, "Very well. Have a nice stay here in THL, foreigner."
"Thank you." Serrin answered briskly, as she walked into the large building, magnificent pieces glittering about. People ran back and forth, and they were abuzz with movement.
"Now all I have to do is find the two who are getting married." She answered to herself.

Alexandria randomly bumped into Serrin as she walked around. "Oh, greetings!" She said.

niciala looked down from Alexandria's shoulder.
"Hello there."

The representive from Tocrowkia, Gunther Bach, gelled his hair in the limo before stepping out, his gifts in his hands. He walked into the church, and began to look for the Queen.

Alexandria then turned to the other representive. "Hello there, to." She said.

Three M-TCODs hummed a vibration as one; while the two green-robed guards ignored that hum, Francesca Berenstein al-Dalal tapped her unit.

Crystal-impregnated contacts made it appear as though a screen appeared in front of her; she listened impassively to Fleet Admiral Sif Mesfin al-Din's report of a flight of unknown planes, hailed at a distance. On receiving no reply, the 6th Vastivan Fleet gave a warning. No reply was given - and with the planes two miles outside of missile range, the Archer Cruisers lit them up, destroying all sixteen with THEML fire.

The debris remaining had splashed down ineffectively in the ocean - there had been no 'chutes or ejections.

Francesca thumbed acknowledgement and returned her attention to the ceremony.



OOC: And so is explained the absence of "Vote Early's" strike fighter force.

Peshtur and Karida placed their gift for the couple on the table that they had been directed to. They moved to the back of the room, more or less, watching the ceremony.
It took only a few moments after the couple to be wed got together that Karida looked over at Peshtur with a look of "What is this?" on her face.
Peshtur just give a slight laugh and placed her arm around Karida.
"Kari," she wispered, "welecome to international politics. Just smile, the world is filled with different people."
"It is a beautiful ceremony.." Karida eispered back, returning her gaze to what was happening.
"Hasn't even started yet Kari, it gets better." Was all Peshtur said in response as they both watched the events.

OOC: Had to RP a reaction to the Fairy.

Since the other guests seemed to be occupied at the moment, Alexandria made her way over to Peshtur and Karida. "Good Afternoon." Alexandria said slightly. "I'm Queen Alexandria. "And this is Niciala, my bride to be." She said, motioning to the fairy on her shoulder. "And you?"

"Oh dear..." mumbled David Resperti nervously. He had spotted Queen Alexandria and Princess Niciala speaking to a few people from Dostanuot Loj, but this wasn't what had prompted the undersecretary's suprise.

"She's so tiny..." breathed Resperti, looking at how the Princess' small farie frame sat perched on Queen Alexandria's shoulder. "She certainly won't have much use for a human sized necklace like the ones we gave them."

Peshtur smiled, offering out her hand to the queen.
"Greetings, it is a pleasure to meet you, I am Peshtur Namtar, and this is my date, Karida Rahimah Sawsan." As she said this, Karida bowed her head, but didn't say a word.
"Queen Alexandria, Niciala, you two certianly make a lovely couple. I wish you both many years of happyness together."

"Thank you. We wish you the same, if you two are involved, that is."

"Thank you. We wish you the same, if you two are involved, that is."

"Heh, why thank you. Yes, we are, involved as you put it. Havn't had the oppertunity to get out lately, so I'm sure you can understand that we jumped on the chance to attend your wedding."

The Queen is engaging in yet another marriage, and this time she wishes it to be a more formal affair. She is inviting anybody that wishes to come to the wedding to come!(Accept Facists, Conservatives, or other non-fun people)
Hey! We conservatives can party all night long! How dare you accuse us of being non-fun! This means WAR! Ha, just kidding. Enjoy your sinful little bash.
("Bash" meaning party.)
)OOC: How is it possible to marry a farie? Aren't they a bit small? Not against small people, of course, but such a relationship would have to entirely celibate. Which I, being Anti-Sexual, wholeheartedy support.)

"Heh, why thank you. Yes, we are, involved as you put it. Havn't had the oppertunity to get out lately, so I'm sure you can understand that we jumped on the chance to attend your wedding."


"Of course. You two make a lovely couple you're selves."

Hey! We conservatives can party all night long! How dare you accuse us of being non-fun! This means WAR! Ha, just kidding. Enjoy your sinful little bash.
("Bash" meaning party.)
)OOC: How is it possible to marry a farie? Aren't they a bit small? Not against small people, of course, but such a relationship would have to entirely celibate. Which I, being Anti-Sexual, wholeheartedy support.)


OOC: Her small size could...um..., well, they can do it just fine, and thats that!

Karida blushed at this response from Queen Alexandria, "Thank you." She replied softly. "You are quite kind."
Peshtur spoke up after a moment. "Tell me, do you plan to have a wedding reception afterwards? Or are the two of you just planning to run off and have some private fun?" She ended this last question with a bit of a giggle.

"Yes, we were planning on a reception. I hope you two will join us."

"We would be delighted." Peshtur responded.
Karida spoke up for a moment, "Will there be kosher food?"

"Of course there will be." Alexandria responded.

"Wonderful." Karida responded, smiling.
"So," the ever curious Peshtur asked, "when's everything begin? I'm getting a little hungry myself."
"As am I." Karida finished.

When Serrin bumped into the Queen, she forgot her blatant manners. She dug deep into her bag, and pulled out Enkur's finger, a graphic, but very valuable piece of hers that was very valuable, both sentinementally and monetally.
"Next time I see her, I have to remember to give this to her." She stated, clenching her fist, as if that would help her remember, as she walked over to some very inviting food.

"It'll begin shortly." Alexandria said with a smile. "Trust me, I'm getting hungry to, but not really for food..." She said.

The two of them both broke out laughing, Karida being the one to stop laughing after a few minutes as she regained her composure.
"Paitence is a virtue Queen Alexandria, miss Niciala." She said, peshtur now just giggeling.

"It's never been on of my virtues, how ever." Alexandria said with a smile. "Now, if you'll excuse me" she gave a pilot curtsy, and walked off to see that Serrin character again.

As Serrin wandered about, she saw Alexandria in magnificent clothing.
"Dear, Queen," Serrin answered, with a polite curtsy, "you look more beautiful than I could ever imagine."
As she said that, she pulled out her gift; Enkur's finger. It was wrapped carefully, and it contained a pungent odor. She explained her gift.
"This is Nuir Enkur's finger, one of the very few body parts of him that gave good luck to the owner. Enkur is the younger of our two great lords, my love's anscestor and the one who made Ascherach, our great kingdom. I beg of you, please take it. It is the best gift one of my custom can give."
Serrin waited head to toe on what her Majesty's answer would be.

Alexandria was a bit taken back by the gift, but she did not wish to be rude. "Hm. Thank you." She said, she took the finger, and clapped for a guard to come and put it in a bottle.

)OOC: How is it possible to marry a farie? Aren't they a bit small? Not against small people, of course, but such a relationship would have to entirely celibate. Which I, being Anti-Sexual, wholeheartedy support.)
You sir, have NO imagination. Now between a male and a female, there might be difficulties, but between two females a radical size difference just serves to make things interesting. Not to mention that even if there were difficulties, I have set aside things to deal with that.

Three of the six knights made small talk with the delegates of other nations, the other three stood in stark silence, surveying the room.
The fae king watched silently. occaisionally muttering to himself.
Lannagin rode over on his elven mount to the nearest delegate.
"well, fine occaision, isn't it? We have these things all the time in the feylands, but you usually don't get any of the... well, the joy, between faeries. Damn political arranged mairrages."

Niciala whispered into Alexandria's ear.
"A finger as a wedding present? Isn't that a bit... morbid?"

Alexandria turned to Niciala on her shoulder. "Well, it looks like every one is here. You ready to begin?" She asked.

Alexandria was a bit taken back by the gift, but she did not wish to be rude. "Hm. Thank you." She said, she took the finger, and clapped for a guard to come and put it in a bottle.

Serrin answered, "Thank you." graciously, as she now awaited for the ceremony, and even more so, the party.

"i've been ready since before I ever met you."

"Alright." Alexandria said. "Would you like to walk, or, um, fly down the aisle first?"

(ooc: so wait, first? I had this idea that they would be walking down side by side. Then again, I haven't seen many weddings.)

(ooc: Alright, side by side it is. Disregard my last post)


"Alright then, do you want to hold my hand, or what?" Alexandria asked.

Niciala lifted off of Alexandria's shoulder, and hovering by her side, took her hand. She looked over to Alexandria and smiled.

Alexandria smiled back at her, and the music began to play. Both of them started a slow pace down the aisle.

The two continued to watch what was going on, it seemed like stuff was going to get moving along.
"Pesh, what should we be doing?" Karida turned to Peshtur and asked in a wisper.
"I have no idea Kari, but just go with the flow. If you're going to be hanging around with me in the international scene, you should start 'going with the flow', as my mother once put it." Kame the wispered answer.
"What do you mean?"
"Easiest way not to offend other nations, is to go with the flow of their culture, and ask if you're really confused."
"What if I mess up.. I don't want to give you or the Republic a bad name." She said, a bit louder but still to low for anyone but themselves.
"Don't worry, have fun, and if you screw up, blame it on cultural differences. Everyone will understand." With that Peshtur chuckled a bit. "Besides, I'll bet you the Elamish oil feilds that the party afterwards kicks ass."
"I don't gamble."
"Your loss. Now let's take a seat, my legs are asleep."

OOC: Are their chairs or anything around?

OOC: Yes, benches.

Niciala beams as she flies, holding the hand of her bride. two of the fae knights divest themselves from the crowd to cover the couple's flanks; prensia, the Life Knight, in pure white armor, and Soria, the growth knight, in armor that looks like the branches of living trees and vines wrapping themselves around her.

OOC: Good.

IC:
The two of them sat down in the nearest bench, looking over as they heard music begin to play.
"They do look beautiful." Peshtur said quietly before Karida gave her a subtle smack on the hand, followed by "Shhhh, the ceremony is starting.

David Resperti strode over to a bench, taking his seat as the brides began to walk down the isle. His security detail stood further away from the proceedings, not wishing to take up space that might be needed by foreign representives. Reperti's attention was briefly drawn to the most unusal, and quite amazing armour of the knights covering the flanks of the Queen and Princess, but even they could not keep his attention from the stunning women making thier way towards the altar.

The two made their way to the alter, and stood on either side of a small podium. A green-robed priestess appeared.

"Ahem" She grunted, the music stopped.


"We are here today to bless the holy marriage between these two woman in the eyes of our Goddess, The Immortal, The Divine, The Everlasting, The Mercifull, The Great, The Creator, Xel'La'Toth. These two women will make vows to each other that will last for eternity, through this life, and the next."

She read out of a Xel'La'Tothian bible.

"Queen Alexandria, do you swear to Princess Niciala to honor, uphold and protect her? To never betray, to never hurt, to never voilate? Do you swear you're undying loyality to her, for as long as you're mortal form exists, and through the next life?"

The Priestess asked.

"Yes, of course."

Alexandria replied. The Priestess turned to Niciala.

"Princess Niciala, do you swear to Queen Alexandria to honor, uphold and protect her? To never betray, to never hurt, to never voilate? Do you swear you're undying loyality to her, for as long as you're mortal form exists, and through the next life?"

She asked.

(ooc: by the way, just keep in mind that the knights are all fae, so they're all doll sized. Doesn't mean they can't take you down, though.)
"yes. I'll love her forever."

"Good. I now pronounce you wed in the eyes of our Goddess. You may kiss the bride, which ever one."

The Priestess said, slamming her book shut and walking off somewhere.

Niciala does a backflip in midair, ending up right in front of Alexandria's face. She mvoed forward, embracing her in a deep kiss.

At that last line from the preistess, Peshtur had to hold herself from chuckeling, she thought "wich ever one" to be a joke.
That was of course before Karida gave her another gently tap on the hand.
"Now who's the uptight one." Was all Peshtur could wisper back before both returned their attention to the lovely couple up front.

Niciala does a backflip in midair, ending up right in front of Alexandria's face. She moved forward, embracing her in a deep kiss.


Alexandria returned the kiss, deepning it. After a time, how ever she pulled out. She did not want to over indulge her self. "Ahem. The Reception is at the Royal Palace/Castle, if you wish to attent." She said, trying not to blush or cry from the happiness of the moment.

~Auran, the delegate from the Draconic Order, leaned his staff by him and clapped a congratulations to the union. Then shumbled to his feet and headed out the door towards the reception area.~

Niciala was crying tears of beautiful joy. So was Aarol, the wild knight. Lannagin moved forward with his gifts for the happy couple. Both of the chests were brought out, and opened. In each was stacked bottles of potions, one chest filled with bottles for a human, and the other filled with bottles for a faerie. Lannagin waved his hand over the two chests.
"I've spent the last few days working on these, those ones, Your Magesty, will reduce you to the size of a fae, and these, Princess, will increase your size to that of a human's. But remember, the effects last only an hour and a half. When you've used these up, feel free to come to me for more!"

"Interesting..." Alexandria said. "These will come in handy, I'm sure." She said.

Niciala pecked Alexandria on the cheek.
"those sound like they're going to be fun!"
Lannagin gestures to the chests.
"shall I have these sent to your quarters, your majesty?"

"Yes, please do."

The chests are carted away.
Niciala climbes back onto Alexandria's shoulder, and whispers into her ear "Which one of those do you think we should use first?" and giggles.

"I think the one that will make you my size." She says. "The contents of that package would be more fun, that way." She said with a smile.

*BROADCAST NATIONWIDE ON OOLOGAH NATIONAL NEWS NETWORK*
"Oologah Secret Police has stopped a plot by some Oologahn fanatics to assassinate the brides in the wedding that is slated to happen in T.H.L. An officer, who shall remain unnamed had this to say."
screen changes to show a silhoutte of a man
"I have always been know by everybody to be very conservative, and to be very anti-homosexual, but when these people approached me and asked if I wanted to take part in their plan, I had to stop it to prevent a major national embarrassment"
screen changes back to the anchor at the main ONNN newsdesk in Steele
"Top officials within the provisional government debated on what to do with these five men in a marathon session, and have decided to offer them to T.H.L. to face the justice that is handed down to them there. They have also sent two $1000 giftcards to Victorias Secret. And now in other news..."

"Send him on over."-Random Goverment Official

OOC: So.. how are we all going to the party?

IC: Peshtur leaned over to Karida and asked softly, "Off to the party, your car or mine?"
She just gave Peshtur an odd look as they kept an eye on everyone else, not wanting to get up too early.

OOC: Cars and such.

(ooc: speaking of which...)
Niciala leans over to Alexandria's ear.
"Would you like to go to the reception in my flying carraige?"

(ooc: speaking of which...)
Niciala leans over to Alexandria's ear.
"Would you like to go to the reception in my flying carraige?"


"That sounds nice. Sure"

Bumpity.

Bumpity.
OOC: Just awaiting the lovely couple to leave for the party, as it is rude to leave before.

Niciala and Alexandria then depart in Niciala's carriage.


OOC: There. -_-

Bump since Cyrian is online

Peshtur grabbed Karida's arm and dragged her out of the church, "Come on, party time baby!"
"What?" Was all Karida got out before she was half dragged outside, leaving with the rest of the guests, to the truck they arived in.

If it is not too late... may East Lithuania send someone?

Sure.

(ooc: okay, I been doin' this for four days straight, lets wrap it up a bit.)
The carriage takes off, led by the two beautiful griffens. It flies high above the Queendom, taking a meandering course to the reception. The six knights have taken their positions around the carriage.
Niciala sits in Alexandria's lap, looking up at her with love and devotion.
"will you pinch me? I can't seem to get myself to believe we're really married."

"I wont pinch you, put..." Alexandria said, she gathered her small bride in her hands and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, putting all her love and devotion to her in the kiss.

Francesca slipped back into her limo, followed by her two escorts. Her package - a sterling silver toaster - had been delivered successfully, the celebration was lovely, and Vastiva had fulfilled her obligations.

She let the driver take them to their next stop - either a reception or the airport, whichever he had been directed to, she wasn't fussy at this point.

An iced tea from the limo's cooler helped slake her thirst; she offered bottles to her escorts. Incredibly, they accepted.

As Peshtur and Karida got into their T-6A, Peshtur gave the drivers seat (they were in the back) a kick. "We don't want to be late, get moving." She semi-yelled, in a joking tone. Karida laughed at this, as did the gaurd in the front passanger seat, as they took off, following the rest of the pack.

"That works too." Niciala said, and kissed her back.

"I love you so much...." Alexandria said as she deepened the kiss.

"Where's our limo?" asked Resperti. He, along with his protective team, were standing outside of the church, although there was still no sign of thier transportation to the reception.

"Should be coming up soon." replied the solitary female member of the protective unit. "I called up the driver a few minutes ago..." she looked around, hoping to see the luxury vehicle driving up.

"There it is." said another agent, gesturing towards his left. The limo rapidly approached the group, rolling to a stop for them to enter. The driver, as instructed by Resperti, followed the other vehicles to the reception.

shortly thereafter the carriage arrived at the castle.

"You ready to go in?" Alexandria asked.

"sure! I can't wait until we can dance together."

Alexandria made sure Niciala was perched on her shoulder as she liked her to be, and walked into the palace, and lingered near the door to welcome guests.

The black truck pulled up to the stairs of the palace, leaving plenty of room for other guests to arive while Peshtur and Karida got out from the back seat. The two of them fixed their clothes and walked up the stairwell to greet the Queen and her new bride before entering the palace.

"Glad to see you both!" The Queen chriped.

"It's a pleasure." The two responded, now quite happy.
"If this is a party, what will be avalible to do and enjoy?" Karida asked softly, not wanting to sound rude.

"Well, dancing, alcholol, thats really all I can think of. Unless you want a big orgey at the end?" Alexandria said, in a joking tone.

Peshtur laughed a bit as Karida just blushed.
"Well," Peshtur said, still chuckeling, "I'm affraid we wouldn't have time to hang around for an orgy at the end. Why don't we start with that instead?" She asked the last part in also a very joking tone as she continued to chuckle.

"Awww, I'm sorry to hear that. You've been such wonderful company" Alexandria said.

"Pfft, young people and their need for over indulgence."

~Auran said as he hobbled into the light, shining from the nearby lantern. The wind caught his robe as he moved, showing little of his pale skin to their eyes. His eyes were still blindfolded as before, yet he moved with a confidence and grace, that one would swear he could see.~

"But, I would take a look at your alcohol storage."

~He chuckled as he walked into the lobby, his words traveling on the breeze as if a part of it. Soothing those in earshot with a warm carress.~

As she walked around the magnificent hall, holding an ornated cup, she saw a dropped cell-phone on the ground, still working. Holding it up high, she yelled, "Who's cell-phone is this?"

"Thats mine..." Some woman said, and walked over to retrieve it.

"Ha, I guess it's a good thing I don't carry a cell phone." Peshtur said at the recent find from accross the room. "Is there alcohol in this punch?"

"Theres two punch's, one with alcholol, one without." Some random aid informed her.

"Theres two punch's, one with alcholol, one without." Some random aid informed her.
"Ah.. ok." Peshtur took two glasses and filled them with the non-alcoholic punch, bringing one back over to Karida. "Drinking is bad when you're as weird as I."

"How delightful."

"Yes, um, thanks for finding it." She said.

After a few minutes Karida's cell phone rang, one of the Governmental officials was trying to reach Peshtur.
After a breif conversation with both women, the call ended and Peshtur and Karida approached Queen Alexandria. "I'm sorry," Peshtur stated, "But we must get going. It was a lovely wedding, and again, we both wish you a long and happy life together."
With that, Peshtur started walking out the door, apparently now in a hurry, Karida stopping a moment to give her own goodby, "It was a wonderful time. Thank you." And with that she jouned her date outside getting into the cars, which sped back to the airport and to the awaiting trasport to fly back home.

OOC: Stuff's going down with my nation apparently..

"Bye..." Alexandria mumbeled.

It was overcast and snowing, the sky filled with grey clouds. News had reached Pyschotika and North Germania about such a travesty. Leaders of both respective nations were infuriated at the two nations involved in this "marriage", and those who gave it patronage. The leaders of both Pyschotika and North Germania had decided to set up a meeting in the capital of North Germania, Veisser, in the Federated Klatchian Coast, to speak this over. They argued over many solutions to this problem, and after long debate, agreed upon one. It was simple, or so it seemed. Their solution was to end this relationship - but how could they? A wedding had already taken form, Ah! ... it should not even be called a wedding. The leaders talked for what seemed to be hours, when in actuality had only been about fifteen minutes. It was frustrating, but the two leaders decided on what to do.

The time has come to end this blasphemous disgrace.

OOC: Interesting.

(yeah, I was waiting for something to make this interesting. Just remember that you'll have to think of a way to get past my six EVER vigilant knights.)

Niciala was very shy at the party, often blushing beet red at the slightest comment, giggling to releave the tension, and then blushing again.

Lannagin, however, finding himself in a room filled with women, managed to charm half of them halfway straight.

Alexndria turned to her new wife. "Do you want to dance yet?"

OOC: Before anyone becomes irate and screams "Fundamentalist!", I would like to point out that I am NOT in any way opposed to gay marriage, nor gay relationships.

In all honesty, I have a number of gay friends whom I support very much. The purpose of this RP is just to have a bit of fun.

So please, people, don't become angry with me personally. Become angry at me in character [assuming you catch me]. I mean no personal offense.

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IC:

Major Rehm, aged 38 - a fifteen-year veteran of the SPK Special Forces Sniper Division - had been selected to carry out the operation.

It had been dubbed "Operation: Rot Wein". Major Rehm's task was to assassinate Princess Niciala in broad daylight using his outstanding sniping abilities.

Certain details of the Operation will not be listed, but a private buyer under a false identity has imported a custom-designed Porsche Carrera GT, with armoured panels and windows, also equipped with blackout tinting.

It is capable of deflecting small arms fire of up to 9mm rounds in the panels, and 7.62mm rounds in the windows.

With a horsepower of 605, and a 0 - 60 MPH of 3.9 seconds, and a top speed of 205 MPH, this vehicle is nearly impossible to catch.

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OOC: Just picture it in black.

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Major Rehm will be snuck into the nation under the false identity of a Dostanuot Loj citizen who has been on vacation. A sniper rifle of his own choosing, the [SIG] Blaser LRS2 will be smuggled into the country.

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http://www.sfu.ca/casr/c3repl1-1.jpg
Second rifle from the top.

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More details of this operation will be unveiled at a later time.

- N.G.

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OOC: My sniper can pick off your Knights in less than six seconds, if necessary. Have no doubts of this.

(ooc: The armor that some of them are wearing can't be pierced by bullets and my lightning knight can fry your sniper faster than you can blink. Have no doubt of this, either.)

"I'd love to." Niciala said, flying down and taking Alexandria's hands.

Alexandria began to dance to a gentle tune that was playing through out the room, leading the dance gently.

OOC: LOL, now that's a laughable godmod.

The armor that some of them are wearing can't be pierced by bullets

Do your "Lightning Knights" have enough armour on their faces to deflect a sniper round?

For some reason, I seriously doubt it. And good luck finding a fifteen-year Special Forces veteran sniper.

(ooc: As if six shots in six seconds with a sniper rifle wouldn't be a laughable godmod.
Wow, and your sniper can hit a fae's head with no chance of missing at god-knows-how-many-feet. a target about the size of a silver dollar. wow. That's really freakin' believeable there.
Not to mention we are fae. We use fae magic. These six knights are half of the twelve fae knights, the most skilled warriors in the kingdom, granted armor infused with the forces that the knights embody. Now I'm not saying you won't get some of them, but there is no chance in hell that your sniper is going to take them all out before he gets killed. NO CHANCE.)

OOC: First of all, what in God's name is a "fae"? Is that some sort of Celtic elf?

Second, if the sniper rifle can fire two rounds before cocking, it's quite feasible.

Third, it's incredibly difficult to spot a sniper, period. Especially two. As I said in the post, there will be more details.

Fourth, the rifle will be silenced or be fired from a great distance, therefore meaning that the bullet would hit the target before the sound of the rifle is even heard.

Fifth, do you have any idea of what you're talking about?

- Tomas K.

(Ooc: Fae, faeries, little people with wings. Were you paying attention during any of the thread, and if you were, didn't you think it a bit odd that Niciala was perched on Alexandria's shoulder all the time? And I do have some idea of what I'm talking about. just about no one can move a sniper rifle between six precise shots on moving targets in six seconds. And considering the fact that the people your firing on are some of the most agile creatures in existence, I'm doubting that you can kill all of them in a blink of an eye. Now finding your sniper may be a problem, but this "massacre in six seconds" bit is nonsense.)

Niciala floated on air, enjoying herself immensely.

OOC:

Alright, look. I don't want to junk-up this thread. If you have AIM, give me your screen name and we can discuss this in IMs and save these poor people caught in the crossfire some backache.

ooc: sorry, don't have aim, but I do have msn. I'll tg my screenname to you.

OOC:

This presents a problem as I don't have MSN. However, I'll try to download and install it. Though unfortunately I know little about how it functions.

OOC: First of all, what in God's name is a "fae"? Is that some sort of Celtic elf?

Second, if the sniper rifle can fire two rounds before cocking, it's quite feasible.

Third, it's incredibly difficult to spot a sniper, period. Especially two. As I said in the post, there will be more details.

Fourth, the rifle will be silenced or be fired from a great distance, therefore meaning that the bullet would hit the target before the sound of the rifle is even heard.

Fifth, do you have any idea of what you're talking about?

- Tomas K.

OOC: Dear Snookums. You've managed to attempt to invade a Magic Technology nation. In other words, you're screwed.

First, you're trying to hit a target - moving - the size of a silver dollar. We're not talking human horizontal movement, but also vertical and diagonal movement - as in "automatic evasive maneuvers".

A "Fay" is a faerie. This was early evidence you were being a twink - you did not recon your target early, and had no idea what you were going up against.

As to finding your ass, the UV-sensitive lenses on my guards would be more then sufficient, but the OVERSIGHT satellite above will do nicely, considering it can count the grooves in a dime under a sheet of silk from orbit. We won't even go into its better sensing equipment. So when moron decided to line up his shot, he showed up beautifully to the sensors above him as "something not supposed to be there".

Further, once idiot boy moves off in the car, he's getting Thor's Hammered by the other satellites above him - as in "kinetic-kill weapon" - if I don't decide to impale him into the hill first. I doubt he will survive having a six-foot DU rod shoved through him, let alone the kinetic impact.

Suffice it to say, your snipers will be caught and your equipment is useless. Thank you for that waste of everyone's time. And before you bitch further, I'm MT/PMT with no magical technology incorporated.

OOC: Ooooh, its worse then I thought - you're from the FKC, which means you should know about magic technologies (Dyelli Beybi comes to immediate mind). :rolleyes:

OOC:

This presents a problem as I don't have MSN. However, I'll try to download and install it. Though unfortunately I know little about how it functions.

OOC:

Well, Vastiva, congratulations on being a flamer! The mods will enjoy this. ;)

(OOC: wow, now we've got the potential for a three way godmod, with the uber satalites, the uber sniper who can hit six very small moving targets at a long enough range that he can remain hidden, and of course there's me, using the power of magic and little people.
Seriously, none of this whole argument would have happened if you hadn't said you could kill all six knights in six seconds.)

OOC: It's been done, I just wasn't aware you were using magic. An ally of mine dragged me into this, I did no background check. For this I apologize.

- Tomas K.

(ooc: Anyway, I'm going to sleep now.)

OOC:

Well, Vastiva, congratulations on being a flamer! The mods will enjoy this. ;)

OOC: Go for it. There's not a flame in there to be had. So pbbbbtttthhhh!

(OOC: wow, now we've got the potential for a three way godmod, with the uber satalites, the uber sniper who can hit six very small moving targets at a long enough range that he can remain hidden, and of course there's me, using the power of magic and little people.
Seriously, none of this whole argument would have happened if you hadn't said you could kill all six knights in six seconds.)

OOC: Do we really want to go into satellite technology? It's hardly "ubertech" - I can point you to where it exists today. I can also point out the posts where they were emplaced over your nation.

"Ubersniper" will have to argue for himself - if he were shooting at humans, that would be one thing. He's not, he didn't recon, he decided to go for an assassination attempt "out of the goodness of his heart". :rolleyes:

OOC:

In all seriousness you three (esp. Vas, you had to start heating up the arguement didn't you), your clogging up this thread, look let THL decide what goes on here not you three.

THL do you mind just resolving this? And saying whether your Fantasy Tech (Magic) or not? And stating whether you will allow this, it's your thread its your call just tell them to beep off if they are ruining it.

I apologise for the thread hijack... I will leave it alone now.

"I have to go. Something is wrong in Jenrak."

OOC: First problem, no RP of illigitimate entry... North Germania has explained how he did it, but he never actually gave Tree Hugging Lesbians a chance to RP defence, nor did he research his target or inquire OOC as to if he would allowed to do so given that this isn't a combat thread, it's a social thread.

These things present the case of a terrorist RP which simply wasn't concidering the RP it's hijacking... even Vote Early had asked permission if it was ok for him to try and fly at the nation and bomb the wedding. THL permitted him to make the attempt, stating that they would (obvicously) try and stop him. You've not even RPed trying to get into the nation with a car which may as well have been made for James Bond himself along with an obcenely military grade sniper rifle... getting the car in would probably be do-able, smuggling a high tech sniper rifle into a nation you have never had any contact with (so you don't know any of their criminal element to help you) which probably bans all weapons because their hippies, is pretty hard.

It doesn't take a genius here to see the problem with this attempt... simply put, you've assumed a ton of things and skipped alot of potential problems in order to be a super assasin. Hell, you probably could take down 6 normal sized slow moving targets in 6 seconds, it's not hard... the hard part is getting all of the gear, and intel you need to get into the position to do things properly. I.E the part you have conveniently skipped.

I'm not even going to start on Vastiva's silly satellites which are magically perceptive despite their 2D imaging and the fact that something as simple as a cloud will block their vision, all a smart person would need to do would be to fire from a window inside a building... as for the magic, well anyone who incists on RPing the assasination of a character should at least know what the nations technology level is before trying, it's fairly legitimate to have powerful magic if you're a magic nation.


Sorry for the continuation of this mess, Tree Hugging Lesbians I'll edit this later when I can fully catch up and post In Character.

Gabrielle Valentine (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/Iuthia/Characters/Gabrielle.jpg) was a little late getting to the party after the wedding due to a small matter of business she was attending to following the completion of the ceremony. Being Noitan Teppup's representative in the nation at the time it was her duty to basically start making connections in Noitan Teppup's latest protectorate... most importantly working out the details for a perminant diplomatic presence in the nation, most likely an Embassy.

Of course, the wedding itself was quite an event to Gabrielle... the attire was adorable and the affair was well organised and prepared. Upon arrival from the transport provided to her from the Tree Hugging Lesbians, Gabrielle made a point of handing her gift to the guards at the wedding for the two brides, it was traditional to hand in the gift before the wedding for later opening and the guards would no doubt security check the pair of Kimonos which were hand crafted for both brides, one vaguelly the right size for Princess Niciala and the other vaguelly the right size for Queen Alexandia... the nice thing about Kimonos were that they didn't need to be exact so Noitan Teppups diplomats only had to inquire about the general size of both brides.

It was odd to see both women at the isle, their size differences were alot to take in when one looked at them together. Imagining such a relationship was odd for Gabrielle, she wasn't opposed to homosexuality and generally figured it was down to the preference of the individual, however the size differences gave her the impression that the two brides must have transcended such concerns in the progress of their relations. Good for them. She thought.

Gabrielle herself had avoided many of the guest so far, keeping a low profile. She didn't know either bride personally and she was only her to pay her respects as allies of Tree Hugging Lesbians, so getting too involved wasn't easy when she was ultimately an outsider to the pair and their families.

Now however she took the transport so kindly provided for her to arrive at the party itself... apparently things had gone well with the Embassy idea, though more discussion would be required tomorrow as it was now the time to celebrate the couples marriage. Gabrielle Valentine, Minister of Defence for Noitan Teppup figured she would take this time to relax and get into the atmosphere and enjoy herself properly...

"Ms.Valentine" Said Alexandria, whom had finished her dance with her new wife. "I dont believe we've ever had the pleasure of meeting in person." She added.


OOC:

In all seriousness you three (esp. Vas, you had to start heating up the arguement didn't you), your clogging up this thread, look let THL decide what goes on here not you three.

THL do you mind just resolving this? And saying whether your Fantasy Tech (Magic) or not? And stating whether you will allow this, it's your thread its your call just tell them to beep off if they are ruining it.

I apologise for the thread hijack... I will leave it alone now.

Will I cant rightly authorize the killing of another persons character, but I will allow the attempt.


And no, I'm not Fantasy Tech.

Politely, Gabrielle bowed to Queen Alexandria as she had been taught by the Foriegn Ministry. They weren't used to monarchies in Noitan Teppup, though the Foriegn Ministry knew the proper etiquette for such occasions and made sure that representatives of Noitan Teppup knew the correct proceedure where possible, though it was still a little guess work with the Tree Hugging Lesbians.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Your Majesty" Gabrielle replied, trying to keep to proper form for the moment. For the party Gabrielle had made a point of wearing a rather attractive purple gown with a platinum choker to give he a sense of class, to be fair this was the first time Gabrielle had attended such an event. "I must thank you for allowing me to attend your wedding, it was a beautiful service, the kind I hope for once I find the right person in my life. I've had a lovely time so far."

"I'm glad. I strive to insure all my guests have a wonderful time."

OOC: One, I am that ally. Two, your both really young ass nations, like I instananeously know everything about you. Three, it is verry fucking possible for all six knights, and with the size of there bodys, inevitably go ' poof '. If you can defy all propertys of physics, and can post charts and about 8 posts of information that you have perfected technology to have armor for your little ' faeries ' in about, lets say a few NS months seeing that you have only been here for 2 real life months, then yea we prolly won't do this. But wow, don't you people have quite flameful mouths. And you act as if Humans are so incapable to use there ever so famous abilitys, Stealth and Agility and Marksmanship, to be able to sneak in, set up an assasination, and pull it off before the third minute. Really, just because your inch tall little blue faeries doesn't mean a bullet going faster then the speed of sound with Gravity and Air Pressure pushing from bottom and top making it more leathal can't knock your Princess's little squeaky head off. Oh, and if your so confident you could kick our asses with legitimate non noobish god moddy RP, then why are you so freaked out? You freak out as if you know we could pull it off.

Good Day.

EDIT: Take back 2 real life months, you've been here for like 2 real life weeks.

>snip< Good Day

OOC: Will you please kindly go away now? You've proved that you can't co-operatatively roleplay in someone elses thread and you are under the impression that you can dictate what can and can't be done in nationstates, a "freeform" roleplay. If you don't understand what freeform actually means, they I would suggest that you read the FAQ again, seeing as you are clearly an inexperienced roleplayer.

If you don't have anything better to do then OOC bitch at the person you are attempting to assasinate because you didn't have the initiative to work out they are a magic nation then you are better off roleplaying with someone more to your suiting... perhaps someone who like yourself assumes that size is everything in nationstates.

Tree Hugging Lesbians, I would advise ignoring this guy as he shows no concideration for the fact it isn't his own thread and that his target works on their own rules.

IC:

Gabrielle nodded at the Queen. "So, how did you and the lovely Princess meet one another then? I've seen the way she looks at you and it's clear to me that you were both made for one another..."

"Well, I sent out a request for Royal Marriage, I got a letter from her nation, and replied. Later, she turned up outside my window. And the rest is history."

Gabrielle happily sighed at the thought of such an encounter working out. "Ahh... so it was love at first sight? How romantic." Gabrielle then took a sip of the punch she had gotten earlier before continuing.

"So, what do you make of Noitan Teppup so far? We've not really had much chance to interact I'm afraid, our people tend not to look to foriegn affairs much, we've always been rather independant that way."

OOC: Will you please kindly go away now? You've proved that you can't co-operatatively roleplay in someone elses thread and you are under the impression that you can dictate what can and can't be done in nationstates, a "freeform" roleplay. If you don't understand what freeform actually means, they I would suggest that you read the FAQ again, seeing as you are clearly an inexperienced roleplayer.

If you don't have anything better to do then OOC bitch at the person you are attempting to assasinate because you didn't have the initiative to work out they are a magic nation then you are better off roleplaying with someone more to your suiting... perhaps someone who like yourself assumes that size is everything in nationstates.

Tree Hugging Lesbians, I would advise ignoring this guy as he shows no concideration for the fact it isn't his own thread and that his target works on their own rules.

IC:

Gabrielle nodded at the Queen. "So, how did you and the lovely Princess meet one another then? I've seen the way she looks at you and it's clear to me that you were both made for one another..."

OOC: Yes, but I wanted to make a note of that. I still find it ridiculous people will join and right away be Magic Tech or Future Tech with out making it make sence. Besides I was waiting for a response to me so I could make a leaving post.

"I dont know, We've only known you're country for a short time, but so far, I do like it."

OOC: I still find it ridiculous people will join and right away be Magic Tech or Future Tech with out making it make sence.

OOC You have a right to bitch about it if they do it in your thread, however they aren't forcing themselves on you, it's the other way around. I don't know about you, but I would personally be a little annoyed if someone jumped into my thread without reading any of it and attempted to assasinate one of the main characters with a single poorly researched post.

The fact is that in freeform RP, physics and reality are optional... I know people who RP entire nations of creatures from White Wolfs RP System: Changling. They certainly don't follow the rules of physics, but get this; it's a story. Providing they don't force themselves on others it's only another story and you don't have to get involved, but when you enter someone elses story it's important that you understand that you're on there turf. If you don't like their magic, don't join in.

IC:

Gabrielle smiled politely. "Well, it's good to think we are leaving a good impression... to be honest you should understand that our society is pretty reliant on our corperation supported economy, however we would like to dispell the idea that this corrupts our nation. It's a hard balence but we feel things are working out for the better."

"Ohh... I hope I'm not dominating too much of your time, Your Majesty, I imagine there are alot of guests you would like to introduce yourself to."

Resperti, seeing Queen Alexandria talking with Gabrielle, discreetly made his way closer to the pair so that he could better hear what they were discussing. The Democratic Colonies knew that THL was a designated protectorate of Noitan Teppup, but a little more information on the exact nature of thier relationship couldn't hurt.

Francesca discreetly "made the rounds" - receptions of all forms were old hat to her, even if most of the guests required extra attention and one had to check twice before sitting down.

She didn't even mind the occasional "downward glances" from not a few of the knights. At least they had the class to be somewhat discreet about it Not like some of the other places I've been, she remarked to herself.

Her minders had made themselves 'invisible', watching from the near the walls with the sort of attitude most minders had. No one seemed to pay any attention to them after the first few minutes.

She chit-chatted with one particularly active armored wasp, finding it amusing at the least. Best of all, it is hardly difficult to stay near our honored guests. And who is this shadowing them, hmmm?

Hmm... something about Noitan Teppup's corporation supported economy... no corruption... not exactly prime eavesdropping material, thought Resperti to himself, creeping closer to Queen Alexandria and Gabrielle. He saw one of them glance in his direction, so he pretended to be fascinated by something in his wine glass.

After making her last comment to Queen Alexandria, Gabrielle noticed one of the other guests making his way towards the conversation thanks to some of the training she had left over from her service years. She then took the oportunity to freshen the conversation up with this new enterant...

"Ah... what good timing you have there, Sir, I was just saying to Her Majesty that perhaps I was monopolizing on her time and that perhaps she wanted to introduce herself to ther other guests." Gabrielle looked over to the man, noticing his expression from the quick maneuver she pulled.

" Would you like to join us?" she asked, smiling slightly.

OOC You have a right to bitch about it if they do it in your thread, however they aren't forcing themselves on you, it's the other way around. I don't know about you, but I would personally be a little annoyed if someone jumped into my thread without reading any of it and attempted to assasinate one of the main characters with a single poorly researched post.

The fact is that in freeform RP, physics and reality are optional... I know people who RP entire nations of creatures from White Wolfs RP System: Changling. They certainly don't follow the rules of physics, but get this; it's a story. Providing they don't force themselves on others it's only another story and you don't have to get involved, but when you enter someone elses story it's important that you understand that you're on there turf. If you don't like their magic, don't join in.

IC:

Gabrielle smiled politely. "Well, it's good to think we are leaving a good impression... to be honest you should understand that our society is pretty reliant on our corperation supported economy, however we would like to dispell the idea that this corrupts our nation. It's a hard balence but we feel things are working out for the better."

"Ohh... I hope I'm not dominating too much of your time, Your Majesty, I imagine there are alot of guests you would like to introduce yourself to."

OOC My last post was supposed to be my last post on this thread. You know that I said it was my last post, what the hell does that translate into for you? Oh go right ahead and post again. Yea I do know of freeform, and I still don't really like it. Have a problem with it, then get me banned. But if you want me to stop posting, then don't even reply to this. DON'T EVEN HESITATE TO REPLY TO THIS. Bye, and stop replying to me and I'll stop replying to you or any of you.

" Would you like to join us?" she asked, smiling slightly.

"Ahh.... Yes. Ofcourse, that'd be most ah... yes." stammered Resperti. He managed to wrestle a smile onto his face as he approached, hoping that no one had noticed the almost comically shocked expression that he'd had a moment earlier.

He bowed to the Queen before addressing Gabrielle. "I don't believe we've been introduced." he said, extending his hand. "I'm David Resperti from the Federated Union of Democratic Colonies. I'm the, ah, undersecretary of foreign affairs."

Generally Gabrielle hadn't figured security would be too important in this nation, she prefered to trust the fact that Noitan Teppup had few enemies and that the Tree Hugging Lesbians had adequate security themselves, it showed a level of trust to allow them to deal with such issues, Gabrielle felt.

"Well met, David." she replied, bowing slightly as was the custom in Noitan Teppup.

"I'm Gabrielle Valentine, Noitan Teppup's Minister of Defence and representative here in our newest protectorate for this occasion. Have you enjoyed the hospitality so far then, David?" she continued, politely encouraging conversation.

David Resperti akwardly withdrew his hand as Gabrielle bowed slightly instead of taking his hand for a good shake.

"Yes, I've enjoyed it all immensely." he said. "I can't say how honored I am to have attended this royal wedding."

He gave Queen Alexandria a polite nod before continuing. "I am a bit curious though, about what THL being a protectorate involves. Defensive and economic partnerships, I'd imagine, but surely there's more to it?"

"Well, not really." Alexandria responded.

Dernwik and Raethel Flinthawk made their way up the long, windy drive to Princess Niciala's castle. Dernwik was a fine, 4'11", olive-skinned, strong-muscled Avalax. He was young, only 64 years old, and was in the height of his inventing and exploring days. He, like any proper Avalax, had his large beard stylized in a single, burnt-red goatee (with a small mustache). His hair was shaggy and came down to his icy-blue Eyes. His large canines glinted in the moonlight as Dernwik smiled his big-toothy smile; his extremely hairy arms (as any Avalax's arms should be) held onto the reigns of his newest invention: the Wolf-Cart. His bright red and orange cloths whirled behind him as he drove the Giant Wolf, who had taken the place of the horse, before him. He didn't care if he was late to some stupid wedding! Dernwik was having the time of his life!

Raethel, on the other hand, was anything but chearfull. She was olive-skinned, red-haired, and blue-eyed; just like her brother Dernwik. Her hair, stylized with elaborate braded pictures of bears, trees, and invention equipment, hung down to her waist and contrasted with her green and blue blouse. She wore gray, baggy pants with an emerald belt. Her arms, as strong as Dernwik (but MUCH less hairy) were haning over the edge of the Wolf-cart. Her tounge was hung out, her front teeth and large canines were sticking out; like a dog in the hot sun. Her face was a little TOO green as the cart moved faster and faster up the hill.

"Isn't this wonderful, Raethel!?" Dernwik yelled out, his hair whistling behind him as the cart continued to thunder along the path.

"Wonderful? WONDERFUL!?" Raethel called out, her eyes closed and mouth pursed, like she was about to throw up, "Aye, wonderful! Oh so wonderful! Never had a better time in my life! Well, why don't we go faster, Dernwik!? It's not like this amazing ride can be any more wonderful!!!"

"Sure thing, Sis!" Dernwik called back, whipping the reins even faster. With a howl, the Giant White Wolf began to pick up the pace. Now they were passing over some rocky terrain, the cart began to wobbel violently as they crossed over it.

"Y-y-y-o-o-o-u-u-u b-b-b-b-b-b-l-l-l-u-u-u-n-n-n-d-d-d-e-e-e-r-r-r-h-h-h-e-e-e-a-a-a-d-d-d!" Raethel stammered as the cart bounced up and down. Dernwik never was one for subtle sarcasm.

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Ten very bumpy minutes later, the cart arived in front of Princess Niciala's castle. The wolf was breathing heavily as it reached the front door, it's sides heaving with the act of breathing and pulling the cart. As it reached the front door, it colapsed from exhaustion, panting uncontrollably.

"Er...sorry Blackwalthus." Dernwik said, jumping off of the cart and walking up to the worlf, "Guess I got a little carried away."

The wolf looked up at Dernwik's eyes in such a way that Dernwik got the message.

Next time, you're pulling.

Dernwik walked up to the chaufer at the front gate, a pretty woman who was about three heads taller than Dernwik.

"See to it that Blackwalthus here gets an extra-healthy portion of meat this evening." Dernwik said, handing the chaufer a few copper pieces, "Oh, and don't worry. He doesn't bite hard."

Dernwik left the mortified-looking woman and turned to Raethel.

Raethel hung over the cart, looking almost as exhausted as Blackwalthus. There was a slight green-tinge to the wood siding.

"Comeon, sis!" Dernwik called out, coming over and raising Raethel up by the shoulders, her head flopping around like a doll-rag.

"Next time..." Raethel said, grabbing Dernwik by his colar and raising her head so their eyes met, "I'M driving."

"Well, at least I got us here in a jiffy!" Dernwik said, a goofy smile crossing his face.

"Dernwik, we're three hours late." Raethel said, looking at her Chrono-standardizer-goes-on-her-wrist-synchroniser (a watch).

"Well...I took a few wrong turns, that's all." Dernwik said, his goofy smile almost consuming his face.

"I-I jus-," Raethel stammered. She loostened her grip on Dernwik's colar and said, "Just...forget it. Let's go inside."

"Good! Last one in's buying us breakfast tomorrow!" Dernwik said, letting go of Raethel's shoulders and running towards the door.

Raethel, bereft of Dernwik's support, promptly fell flat-on-her face into the mud.

I swear...he must be adopted. she thought, whipping mud out of her eyes and spitting to the side. She begrudgingly got up and headed towards the door.

OOC: WOO!! That was fun. I'm a medieval/fantasy nation, in case you couldn't tell. I'm assuming...nay...HOPING you'll allow a fantasy nation in >_<

OOC: Uh...bump...

Um, who is that post aimed at? x.x

Um, who is that post aimed at? x.x

((Technically, no one in particular...))

~Auran was getting drunk by the punch bowl. He was holding the liquor pretty well, despite his old age. One would probably assume it was just a lifetime of drinking that allowed him the liberty to consume so much and stay coherent, or standing at all.~

Dernwik and Raethel Flinthawk made their way up the long, windy drive to Princess Niciala's castle. Dernwik was a fine, 4'11", olive-skinned, strong-muscled Avalax. He was young, only 64 years old, and was in the height of his inventing and exploring days. He, like any proper Avalax, had his large beard stylized in a single, burnt-red goatee (with a small mustache). His hair was shaggy and came down to his icy-blue Eyes. His large canines glinted in the moonlight as Dernwik smiled his big-toothy smile; his extremely hairy arms (as any Avalax's arms should be) held onto the reigns of his newest invention: the Wolf-Cart. His bright red and orange cloths whirled behind him as he drove the Giant Wolf, who had taken the place of the horse, before him. He didn't care if he was late to some stupid wedding! Dernwik was having the time of his life!
(ooc: Okay, first off: Your in THL, not the feylands, so you would be at Queen Alexandria's castle. Princess Niciala's own personal keep is in the feylands, a place you wouldn't get into without specific invite of a faerie.)

(ooc: Okay, first off: Your in THL, not the feylands, so you would be at Queen Alexandria's castle. Princess Niciala's own personal keep is in the feylands, a place you wouldn't get into without specific invite of a faerie.)

OOC: Sorry, I wrote this late at night. Quite sleep deprived X_X

I meant "Queen Alexandria's" Castle

"Erm, hello there." One of the guards said to the newcomer.

Dernwik stopped at the guard, who was much taller than him, and cocked his head a little as he said, "Good day to you, fair woman! I trust I have permission to enter your "sacred place" this evening?" Dernwik raised his eyebrows slightly and gave his big, canine-like smile.

On the guard's part, it was an amazing hit. Square in the stomach, beautiful form, excellent follow through. She was quite well-trained and strong.

The hit sent Dernwik flying about 30 feet back, straight into the cart. He slammed against it, then fell face-first into the mud.

"PTOO-PTO-PTO!!!" Dernwik said as he spat out mud and whiped the grime from his face, "What's her problem!?"

He looked glaringly (and slightly cross-eyed) at the guard from a distance, his eyes were contorted in anger and his fanges were beared angerly.

"You do realize, dear, dear brother," Raethel said, lifting Dernwik up by his shoulders, "We're in a place called the Tree Hugging LESBIANS!!!" She let go, and Dernwik fell, yet-again, into the mud.

"WHATCH'A DO THAT FOR!?" He yelled, jumping up and glaring at his sister. Then, his face softened and he looked up in thought.

"Wait...Tree....Hugging...Lesbians..." Dernwik said, putting his finger to his mouth, deep in thought, "Wow. Never made the connection. So that explanes why she could resist my Devilishly good looks and charm."

"Dernwik, honestly..." Raethel said, putting her hands on Dernwik's shoulders and looking him in the eyes, "I don't know how you get up in the morning, let alone put your clothes on, without killing yourself."

"Well, there was this one time..." Dernwik started, "when I had this high-color shirt, and it was a little too tight. So I w-"

"Just...just drop it." Raethel sighed, hanging her head, her hands still clenched to Dernwik's shoulders.

"So," Dernwik said, looking at the guard uneasily, "How are we gonna get past old 'shot-put' over here?"

"Let me take care of it," Raethel said, starting to walk over to the guard, "you stay here and look like less of a sex-mongeror."

"Yeah...I probably should," Dernwik said, as Raethel got closer to the guard, "I am a prety big sex-mongero-...HEY!!!!"

Raethel walked up to the guard, and said, with a small curtsey, "I do appologize for my brother's actions. I hope you're ladyship can find it in her heart to forgive him. He's a little...slow." Raethel twirled her finger around her head. "I have a...request to ask of Queen Alexandria. I must be permitted to come inside, if your ladyship would be so kind." Again, another curtsey.

"And yes, I am sorry, but he must come with me if I am to enter." Raethel added, pointing back at Dernwik.

OOC: If I God-modded the guard, I'm sorry >_<. Just ignore that part and go up to Raethel talking instead...

EDIT: Oh, and I realized a picture might help to understand what the Avalax look like. I'm basing them off of the Blickish (http://www.dragonquestfrontiers.com/blickish.JPG), but they're going to look slightly different. But, just go with that look for now.

OOC: No, no, it was funny :D


IC: "Oh, fine. Go on in. But I'll be keeping an eye on him..." The Guard said.

The first wisps of smoke from Special Agent Gary Pirth's cigarette had barely risen up into the air when the agent of the Colonial Security Bureau, assigned to protect Undersecretary Resperti, saw the incident infront of the castle. A short man and woman, shabbily dressed, walking up to a THL guard at the door, and then the guard punching the short man, sending him flying backwards.

"Bloody hell." muttered Pirth as he flicked his cigarette away into the underbrush. He'd only come outside to enjoy a smoke - didn't count on seeing anything like this. He began to sprint towards the scene, tie flapping over his shoulder, as he wondered what was going on. He saw the short woman approach the guard as he closed the distance.