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"Thank you, kind maddame." Raethel said, motioning for Dernwik to follow.

Dernwik walked up to the castle, and looked at the guard. He smiled, she did not. Dernwik scurried along after his sister, whimpering slightly. They both froze. An alarming-looking man was running towards them.

"Uh-oh, looks like more trouble." She said to Dernwik, not sure what the man would want, but terrified by his large-build, and fine-suit, "...exit, stage right?"

"I think so..." Dernwik said, just as the man was about to reach them, they both bolted off into the castle, shouting, "Hellohowareyoudoingniceweathertonightwhatalovelypartygraciouslookatthetimewemustflygooddaytoyou!"

They scampered down the hall,

"PHHEW!!! That was close, Sis." Dernwik said, holding his chest as he met up with Raethel, "That guard looked like she was going to castrate me."

"She probably was," Raethel said passively, more concerned about what the man wanted with them. She had been too terrified to look, let alone talk, to the tall human flalling after them.

Dernwik stopped, thinking over what Raethel said. He gulpped and ran to catch up with her.

"Uh...thanks for saving my...Dernwik Jrs....back there."

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The Castle interior was a spectacle in itself. Food everywhere, drink and music, beautiful decorations.
"Wow...this is amazing!" Reathel said, her eyes glittering as she saw the thousands of candles dancing around the room, the chandeleer, the giant windows, the fine linen, and everything else that screamed of wealth and beauty, "I can't believe t-"
"-HERE'S ALL THIS FOOD!!!" Dernwik shouted, finishing Reathel's sentance. His eyes were glittering as he saw the thousands of spirits glinting around him, the roasts, the giant bird, the fine cheeses, and everything else that screamed of taste and sensation.

He bolted towards the nearest table, grabbed a plate, and began to pile on as much food as he would be able to carry without crushing himself. He then grabbed a goblet and ran over towards an old man by the punch bowl, filling his own goblet to the brim and began to energeticly talk to the old man.

"So, what brings you here, sir?" Dernwik said jovially, dipping and taking a swig from his goblet as he did so, the numbing effect of alchohol already taking its course.

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Raethel shook her head, and began to wander around the room. Hoping to find Queen Alexandria, hoping that maybe she could help her. She had not told her brother why she had come to the land of the Tree Hugging Lesbians. He would be heart-broken if he ever found out what she was going to do.

Raethel sighed as she began to move around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Queen.

OOC: Democratic Colonies, I just realized it sounded like I excluded your dude. Sorry, I wrote most of this post an hour ago, went to do something, then came back and tried to post it. I had been logged off, so I logged back on again, and was about to post my message when I read yours underneath it. So, I didn't want to delete my old post and start anew, so I wrote your guy into it kinda hastely.

But, we can make this work. Of anything, I thought he might be a little suspicious of the two little trouble-maker. They might be theives, or assassins, or...um...really, really mean small dudes. Anywho, I'll be more responsive next time ^_^

OOC: No troubles Avalax. We all sometimes need to leave our computers to take care of other things. There's no need to apologize for anything. Besides, your posts are great. :)


IC:

Gary Pirth, breathing heavily, stopped next to the THL guard as he realized that she wasn't chasing them - that meant that they had been allowed in, didn't it?

"What... what was that about? I saw you punch the short man, he - he must have flown 30 feet back!" Pirth stuffed his tie back into his suit jacket as he caught his breath. "What's going on?" he asked, confused.

Three lovely views of the... meeting would be saved for posterity in some HSI databank.

For right now, Francesca worked on not laughing aloud.

OOC: No troubles Avalax. We all sometimes need to leave our computers to take care of other things. There's no need to apologize for anything. Besides, your posts are great. :)


IC:

Gary Pirth, breathing heavily, stopped next to the THL guard as he realized that she wasn't chasing them - that meant that they had been allowed in, didn't it?

"What... what was that about? I saw you punch the short man, he - he must have flown 30 feet back!" Pirth stuffed his tie back into his suit jacket as he caught his breath. "What's going on?" he asked, confused.

"Oh, he was just being a pervert." Said the guard.

"I, ah... I see." said Pirth, although he didn't. "Are you alright then?"

"Yes, of course. I'm a guard of the Queen, of course. I have to be alright."

"Yes, ofcourse." nodded Pirth sheepishly. "Stupid question, I suppose. It looked like you handled that short guy just fine. That was really quite amazing actually, the way you punched him - he just went flying backwards. Twenty feet, atleast. How did you manage that? You are, ah, human, aren't you?"

"Of course I am, but you see, as a Queens guard, I had to under go some special training to improve my strength in prepartion for any eventuallity."

"Training got you to this strength level." repeated Pirth, admiration in his voice. "Well, I certainly wouldn't want to get into an arm wrestling match with you." he joked.

"Do you rely solely on physical strength to protect Queen Alexandria though? I would imagine that that'd be quite effective right there, but even so, you and your associates do carry firearms, yes?"

"Well, yeah, but we also carry throwing knifes, to. Much more stylish."

"A throwing knife... fascinating. Myself, I never actually learnt how to throw a knife properly. It just wasen't in the training course at the Colonial Security Bureau. One of the other agents though," Pirth gestured back at the castle, "you must have seen her. She's the only female accompanying Undersecretary Resperti. Yes, well she somehow picked up on how to throw a knife, tried teaching it to me, but I never really got the hang of it."

Pirth looked around briefly before continuing. "I do hope that I'm not taking up too much of your time, but I just wanted to know, have there been any more specific threats that have been issued? I know that the Mississpians were quite vocal about thier opposition to this whole marriage, and a few other nations as well. Are you expecting any trouble? Those two shorter people that just stumbled through here did seem quite odd to me, did you think the same thing?"

"Of course we're expecting something. It's our job to expect something to happen. And, sense I am a guard in a nation called Tree Hugging Lesbians, its not really my place to see other people as odd."

"Ofcourse." said Pirth. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll leave you to continue with your duties. I'm just going to have a quick smoke, and then I'll be back inside. It was a pleasure meeting you."

With that last comment, Gary Pirth lit up another cigarette as he made his way back to his former position, where he assumed he could grab a smoke or two before heading in. The two short persons that had just entered the castle still didn't quite feel right to him, but he supposed that the THL guard was right - it was probably nothing. Besides, he thought to himself, the guards certainly seemed like they knew what they were doing.

He bolted towards the nearest table, grabbed a plate, and began to pile on as much food as he would be able to carry without crushing himself. He then grabbed a goblet and ran over towards an old man by the punch bowl, filling his own goblet to the brim and began to energeticly talk to the old man.

"So, what brings you here, sir?" Dernwik said jovially, dipping and taking a swig from his goblet as he did so, the numbing effect of alchohol already taking its course.

~Auran turned to face the 'young' man. Auran was cloaked in a long earthen toned robe and hood that would have hid his features at a distance, but at the shortened distance Dernwik got a good look at the strange face before him before the old man spoke. His face was slightly wrinkled and his eyes were covered with a black silk blindfold, the blindfold also seemed to be hiding a pair of ridges on his forhead but they were pressed against the material, outlining them. He spoke in a low moan, as if like the wind of a storm.~

"The wedding..."

~Is all he said before he turned away, going back to his drinking.~

Can I come to the Wedding?

Telegram Rommelwood on NationStates.

Let me come to the wedding.

Oh go ahead.


Also, do you ever check your e-mail?

Oh go ahead.


Also, do you ever check your e-mail?

What city should the Inquistion and King go to?

Oh go ahead.


Also, do you ever check your e-mail?


I checked it today.

I was busy yesterday....

You should go to the city of New Lesbos.

You should go to the city of New Lesbos.

Comrades of the Inquistion! screamed the Inquisitor.Our Grand Leader(not King)is going to New Lesbos for a wedding so we will fill in his place!

Bye,Comrades! said the Grand Inquisitor as he boarded his Ship.

You should go to the city of New Lesbos.

Comrades of the Inquistion! screamed the Inquisitor.Our Grand Leader(not King)is going to New Lesbos for a wedding so we will fill in his place!

Bye,Comrades! said the Grand Inquisitor as he boarded his Ship.

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