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By order of Emperor Vladimir Nikolaevich Romanov of the Divine Russian Empire of Flamazon and its colonies Marxinborough and Altostratus: his eldest daughter Marina Vladiovna Romanova has been deemed ready for matrimony at the age of 18 and is in search of potential suitors. Although she must marry, it has been decided that her Imperial Highness may choose whomever she desires. Any bachelor is encouraged to meet the Princess regardless of economic status. The suitor however should know that due to the Flamazonian Code, whomever weds the Princess will never have absolute power as ruler of Flamazon. Only a ruler of Flamazonian blood is permitted to rule the Empire. If any potential suitors knowing this wish to meet the Princess please post your request here.

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Advisor of His Imperial Majesty

Prior to disseminating Her Highness's interest in finding a suitor amonst the populace, we have a few questions:
1: Could you provide a bit of information on Her Highness, her likes, appearence, dislikes, hobbies ect. A picture would be appreciated, but is not necessary.
2: What sort of man is she looking for as a suitor?
This information would aid us in screening out those who would be unworthy of or desirable to the Princess.

Her Imperial Highness is (in regards to appearance) is slender, athletic and of medium height. Her hair is long and auburn in color, with her eyes being hazel. Marina's favourite past-times include riding, practicing archery and swordsmanship, painting, reading, embroidering and dancing. Her pet peeve as some would say, is having to deal with people who show no backbone and are ignorant. While in the public eye, the Princess is very proper as a Lady befits. She although very young, shows a keen interest in the politics of her father's empire and is head of Flamazon's Imperial Environmental Department. Princess Marina is looking for a man with common interests who will someday advise her in dealing with the vast Romanov Empire. She prefers tall, dark-haired, and strong men but is willing to meet anyone interested. I hope this helps sir...

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Adviser of His Imperial Majesty

We have put out the information, and recieved a number of positive responses. Of those, we've found one that was the most interested in Princess Marina.
He is Lord* Kevin. His interests are fencing, racing(motorbikes), music(classic and otherwise(metal/techno) as well as gymnastics and break-dancing. He has deep brown hair and glacial blue eyes, as well as being of medium, or slightly taller, height, and the build of a gymnast. His greatest pet peeve are physicists.

ooc: * Second lowest nobility rank, lowest heriditary title.

Thank you for submitting Lord Kevin's profile. The Princess wishes to know what his age is and more about his family's as well as nation's background if you please. Her Imperial Highness finds the suitor (from the information provided) interesting and wishes to meet him in person at the Flamazonian Imperial Winter Palace at Tsarigrad our capital city.

We have used the information and recieved a number of responses

we have found James Keller to be the most interested

current minister of defense and second in line for the thrown of the Empire. age 22, his interests are melee combat and music (rock). He has light brown hair and hazel eyes, tall and a medium build. His pet peeves are people who don’t know when to give up.

Kevin is nineteen years of age.
What aspects of Lord Kevin's Familial background is her Highness interested in, as well as what aspects of Theao is she interest in?

Thank you for submitting Lord Keller's profile. What is his official title of nobility? What kind of government is installed in his nation? Capitalist, Socialist, Imperialist...? This question is asked of both suitors. Also, in regards to family background, what property does the family own? Perhaps more information on who the members of their respective families, anything the suitors find interesting or important. It is made known that the Romanov dynasty of Flamazon currenly holds an Imperial government in which the Emperor makes all/or approves all decisions. The tax is currently 100% but the people enjoy extensive benefits such as complete health care, free college tuition, a very comfortable place to live, etc. Social classes in Flamazon are not widely noticeable except for the wealth of top nobility. The politics of the Empire are generally liberal to moderate. The Imperial Family includes Emperor Vladimir Nikolaevich Romanov, his second wife Empress Irina Petrovna and Imperial Princesses Marina Vladiovna (18), Prince Viktor Vladimirovich (17), Natalya Vladiovna (15), Anastasia Vladiovna (14) and Tatyana Vladiovna (8). The Romanov line has ruled the Empire and it's colonies for approximately 893 years.

Hereditary Lands:
Personal: The traditional plot of a Lord.
Familial(Immediate): A valley in the Pei range of mountains.

Owned Lands:
Personal: Medium sized ranch, country and city housing.

Kevin's nuclear family is composed of his parents, Baron Radimir, and Lady Shera, and his older brother, Lord Uri. Uri presently holds a seat on the council(Governing body).

Theao is a fairly old, historically, nation, which has retained a traceable direct royal line since close to the earlist known records. Goverment is a constitutional monarchy, with a number of very unusual clauses. Fossil fuels have been almost completely eliminated as a source of fuel. The people live sadisfactory lives on the whole. The present Emperor/Empress are James and Heidi.

Your added information is most helpful! Would you care to ask Lord Kevin if he wishes to pay his respects to the Imperial Family? We shall be awaiting a response.

The Princess is also interested in meeting her other suitor, so if he wishes the same let him come forth to meet her.

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Advisor

OOC: this is sorta a copy of your post

James Keller is what is called a Second Emperor, in most nations what would be a Grand Duke.

we are an Imperialist Capitalist nation .

Kellers family owns all of the Empire and its colonys, James Keller being Second Emperor holds the second most in his family

the Keller Family of Nebarri Prime currenly holds an Imperial government in which the Emperor makes/approves most decisions. The tax is currently about 80%. Social classes in Nebarri Prime are not widely noticeable except for the wealth of top nobility. The politics of the Empire are generally moderate. The Imperial Family includes Emperor Derek Keller, his wife Empress Ashley Keller, Second Emperor James Keller(22), and his sister Second Empress Laura Keller(20). The Keller line has ruled the Empire and it's colonies for approximately 250 years.

Lord Kevin is quite interested in meeting the Imperial Family, and more importantly in meeting Princess Marina. He is interested in meeting her and her family at her earliest conveniance.

Your family's history is most impressive and has sparked some interest in Her Imperial Highness. She has decided to continue to let potential suitors see this for at least one more day. When Her Highness has received all possible requests, there will be a celebration at the Palace at which all of the suitors, their families and other friends of the Flamazonian family will attend. This shall be the suitors' opportunity to meet Princess Marina Vladiovna and court her. Flamazon thanks you for your most sincere interest in the Crown Princess.

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Advisor

i The Great Father of Soviet Destruction would wish my son the prince and future great father to meet her royal highness.He is 20 likes fencing,archery,riding and the arts.

The brother of the newly crowned king of Ftang, Wershak is looking for a wife. He is 22, tall and stongly-built. He has short black hair and a large goatee. His favourite pastimes are archery, riding and studying history.

His family have cemented their rule in the country by ruling for approx. 300 years. And anyone who is related to the royal family is given a piece of land within Ftang, we are willing to give her highness a plot of land around the capital city of Gersono.

Awaiting your reply eagerly,

Prime Minister Korak Reeming,

On behalf of his newly crowned highness,
King Roshan I
14th King of Ftang

Chancellor Kaito Saruwatari, 25, is interested in becoming her highnesses' suitor. He is the ruler of The Fallen Races, a socialist/capitalistic hybrid, but moving more towards capitalist. He is elven, has white blond hair, is somewhat tan, and has the body build of a swordsman of the highest caliber.

He is the third ruler of The Fallen Races, after a pair of assassinations on his predecessors. His interests are dancing, swordsmanship, racing (street), and ninjitsu.

The family has been the economic backbone of The Fallen Races since its inception many years ago (about 225, to be exact.)

Please reply to his Excellency as soon as possible.

-Navera Su'Savera, Official Spokesperson for the Office of the Chancellor,

Chief counsellor Bronterre Freelove would be interested in meeting the princess.

He is 29
blue eyes
black/brown hair with grey flecks (its normal for those of the Freelove to grey early)
6 foot 3 in height
before he became a councellor he was in the military earning distinction and the rank of colonel (the highest rank in the pantycellen military)
his hobbies include, chess, horse riding, biology, history, archery and reading.
he is thought to be a good all rounder with all the traditional weapons, however he prefers the war axe and the pole axe/halberd

counsellor refers to him being the head of his kith (the Freeloves (it means peace survivor)) which happens to be the most powerfull group in pantycellen (having aproximatly half of the population as opposed to the rest being split among the other 3 and the guild of traders) and as such is the nearest thing pantycellen has to a noble (the position being in existance for several millenia)

our state is an innofensive centerist democracy.

Her Imperial Highness is excited at having so many suitors and will be having a Birthday celebration (she is turning 19) and would like to know whether all her suitors will be able to attend. The celebration will be scheduled to be tomorrow evening. Princess Marina Vladiovna is looking forward to meeting all you fine gentlemen. Thank you for your interest. Please be so kind as to post as to whether you will be able to attend the event.

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Advisor to His Imperial Majesty

Lord Kevin wishes to confirm that he will be at the princess's birthday. It is the least he could do for such a lovely lady that he is courting. He wishes to know also whether there shall be a theme to the party as well as whether it is formal or informal dress.

There is no particular theme although the Emperor will be attending and wishes for it to be formal (come decked out in all your gear he'll like that). His Imperial Majesty also wished for me to mention that it will be a dance as well, so come prepared. Thank you for confirming, we are anxious to meet your nation's suitor.

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Advisor to His Imperial Majesty

Hello, I am Prime Minister of Quaon. An honorary Shilom of our goverment has asked us to put his name on the suitors list. He is 18 years old, the youngest Shilom in our country. He is the head of Childs Fun Inc., a child charity group that has donated over 80 billion dollars to children of Quaon and other nations. His hair is silver black and he has dark blue eyes. He would like to be at the her Highness's birthday party, if her Highness would approve.

Yes by all means! Let him come to meet her Highness for he will be welcome in Flamazon. As you may already know, it will be tomorrow evening. Thank you for your nation's interest.

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Advisor

The Prince will be at the birthday of her highness. And is looking forward to meeting her highness.

Prime Minister Korak Reeming,

On behalf of his newly crowned highness,
King Roshan I
14th King of Ftang

I confirm that I will be at the princess's birthday

~ James Keller, Second Emperor of Nebarri Prime

OOC: cuz it's late and I'm tired...this might be kinda rambling, so I don't expect a responce; I'm mostly just doing this for the RP writing experience.

IC:
The light from the display in the commons mezzanine glinted off the roundish face and rounder glasses of Pollux Eriksen. Given his simple overall apperance, foreigners wouldn't guess that he had much of a position of anything. Sunyans, however, aren't ones for pomp and glory and Pollux held quite a bit of influence in the tangled heap that was the Sunyan non-government. In fact, he was the head (Sunyans say "most-central") fact-finder and researcher for the SI, the Syndicate of Initiative, the closest thing Sunya had to a Foreign Ministry. All the information his team gathered ultimately went through him for the abridged reports sent to the Central Council. Decisions were made on his word. To a foreigner, he was important, a kind of power behind the power. To a Sunyan, he was an obsessive pack-rat of information and a damned good editor. Currently, his attentions were focused on the inner workings of feudal governments and nobility, a source of endless fascination for him, but something which most Sunyans found about as interesting as counting air equally strange.
"Amazing what a few minutes online gets you, isn't it? Just think about...endless miles of glass fibers like a web of light across the land. All kinds of information darting around, people talking, reading, learning, what have you. Yet all this is just a tiny little microcosm of the whole world."
"Yeah, well, we are microcosmic. There's a lot of people, you know, and not a lot of us." Yawned Serge Valero, a younger, easily bored man interning at the SI as part of his training as a political economist with the Foundation of Knowledge. Like most things in life, his choice for a profession seemed like a good idea at the time. Sometimes he wished he instead became a farmer or musician. "What is your fascination with feudal marriages, anyway?"
"Oh, I dunno. It might be fun to be the trophy husband of an emperial heiress."
"Heh, some trophy you'd make. I can see the headlines in the foreign papers 'Scruffy Anarchist from Equally Scruffy Anarchist Community Weds Empress: Hilarity Ensues'. What'll you do when you're called for commons duties? 'Sorry, honey, won't make the state dinner. I have to go scrape the crud from the blackwater tanks or the commodes will back up.'"
"Oh, blow off. A man can dream, can't he?"
"Sure, while you're at it dream me up a good recommendation to the doctorate program at the Foundation."
"Heh. I think that's probably a little more likely than any scruffy anarchists wedding an empress. But seriously, what if a Sunyan were to court an empress?"
Serge blinked a few times....then a few times more. The idea presented a kind of malfunction in his mind. Garbage-in. garbage out. But he decided to state the obvious. "Well, they'd probably reject us outright."
"Why?"
"We're not feudal. We have no nobility, no lineages, no landownership, etc. These are material arrangements and we have nothing material to offer. It's all economics in these kinds of societies."
"Yeah, good point. But what if we found someone that'll REALLY impress them, someone that'll knock them out their boots."
"Then they might just keep him around as an especially impoverished friend or they'll think he's a subversive and kill him. Look, what are you getting at?"
"Well, you're right, these are quasi-political arrangments. But all the more reason to try. We're a young, backwater nation of syndicalists and libertarians. We live in a Machiavellian world. So what if we tried to curry a little favor in big imperial capitols in order to advance our position in the global power structure?"
"You're a loon, you know that?"
"Come on, man, be realistic! You think anybody will think twice about squashing an exceptionally large commune? We've got to start playing to these sorts of games if we expect to survive!"
"Alright, maybe you're right about that. Maybe they'll except our 'suitor'. But who will you get to do it? And then what if he just runs off and never even thinks of us again?"
"Then we lose nothing."
Serge thought on this for a while. He knew the old man was right. But something about the whole idea seemed weird. But, what the Hell, how much harm can it do?
"Alright, Pollux, you win, damn you. You're just gonna get a 'Thanks but no thanks' letter on really nice paper. You'd better submit you're idea to the Council and then find someone to suit...quick.

The Emperor Fat Monkey 13, the former great archmage, the master strategist, the great general, the brilliant, the genius, the reincarnated from hell, and the future galactic warlord would like to meet the lady. He is a skinny, bald; 5’ 7” man. Who has long thick eyebrows and a thin (but moderately long) beard. He has very little body hair; his eyes are the darkest brown, almost indistinguishable from black. He looks and somewhat frail but has been the Emperor of Potty 5 for over a century and shows no signs of aging (though he looked old when he returned from his travels in the late 19th century. He to be an immortal and has great prowess in many fields. Few know more about linguistics, religions, philosophy, martial arts, or history (in the areas of Asia/Pacific at least). He has a great number of other wives (foremost are his 4 favored concubines Xi Shi, Wang Zhaojun, Diao Chan, Yang Guifei, all who took names of great historical beauties on becoming concubines). He is well known for is lecherous behavior (even for a Potty 5ien) though many think he is unreal, a hoax, and or insane I ashore you he is not.

For a less opinionated view let me quote the eminent Potty 5ologist W. E. C. Renret :

“Potty 5 is run by the legendary, and mythical Fat Monkey 13. Whether or not the current emperor is actually the “lesser” immortal of Potty 5 myth is questionable as most outsiders consider him to be insane, and or an imposter. Most of the fiercely patriotic citizens beg to differ. The locals claim that the Emperor has been ruling the country since 1897 when he returned from a 4,000 thousand year absence. The oldest photograph of the emperor is from 1914 and show a man that is indistinguishable from the current emperor but critics point out that it is impossible that they are the same man, claiming instead they just look the same. If you ask me all Poty 5iens look the same.

The Fat Monkey 13 of legend is a “lesser” immortal. This is to distinguish him from the “great” immortals, and the “greater” gods. He supposedly had great magical powers and could raise volcanoes, summon demon armies, and control dragons, as well as brain eating monsters like those of HP Lovecraft. He is said to be able to return from hell if he is ever killed at will and can ever return to existence after the universe ends. The current Emperor has not shown any such powers though he claims that this is not the universe that the legends come from but rather that universe was destroyed, many times over and that this is a world where magic is very weak and that the greater gods don’t hold any power.”

I may also add that he is a member of The Scandinvans royalty, and has 3 fiefs there each with a magnificent plaice.
Chaz Stacheeseki Duke of Vin'ng

PS. I hope that this message is not to late, and that you are not offended by our Potty 5ien culture.

Alexander Tyrol Black, Grand Duke of Agua and only son of his Most Blessed Sovereign Majesty, leapt out of the embassy car in front of the palace in his usual grim manner. That is to say, he slammed the door on the driver's fingers and managed a grim chuckle at the squeak. I hate Tsarigrad. I hate Tsarigrad. I hate Flamazon, too, but I REALLY hate Tsarigrad. Why the hell do I keep coming to this damn city? He glanced up and saw the reason. "H-hi, Talya!" He said, smiling and racing up the stairs to join her. "My father sent me as observer for your sister's party." He blew a strand of blond hair out of his face.

He glanced down at his betrothed and then frowned, drawing her out of the steps and sightline of others, then kissing her on her soft lips. "Is there anything else I could do while I'm here?"

Errr...Her Imperial Highness Princess Marina is very sorry to say that she is not interested in the suitor from Potty 5 but that he is welcome to attend her party. We have heard a rumor that the uhh...leaders of Sunya are considering sending a...suitor if this is true, who then is the suitor?

I The Great Father of Soviet Destruction will attend the party with my son Maxim.I hope my son and your daughter get along as I would be able to help defend your nation from milatary attacks as my people are a war going race.
Also your daughter sounds very beutiful and my son wishes to meet her extremlyso we will be at the party and will hope that your daughter is as willing to meet us.


Yours Faithfully
The Great Father of Soviet Destruction
Prince Maxim Futre Great Father
Political Advisor Romanov

To: Her Imperial Highness Princess Marina
From: Bronterre Freelove

I would like to thank you for your invitation to your birthday celebrations, I look forward to the event and to meeting you face to face for the first time. Could I ask if there are any taboos your people have that I may not be aware of? Or should I just follow Pantycellen's etiquete in these matters (I ask as it is custormery to give several gifts on birthdays and such like and would not like to upstage anyone or offend anyone). May I also enquire about the food to be served at this celebration, I am sorry if this inconvieniences you it is just due to the customs of my people I do not eat flesh (though fish, eggs and dairy products are all acceptable).

Yours hopefully
Bronterre Freelove

No sir, there are no actual taboos although customary courtesy is of course, expected. Thank you all for accepting the invitation to Her Highness' party. She is strictly an ovo-lacto vegetarian (dairy products are fine) but there will also be meat and fish dishes served. Catering will be composed of Mexican, Chinese, Italian, American, French and Russian food. We hope you are ok with this? If not, special arrangements may be made at your request.

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Advisor to His Imperial Highness

A suitable suitor, based upon the Princess' description earlier, has been identified in Varan Naxel, the Imperial Ascendor (next in line to Jagonian throne). He is 21 years of age, possess the military position of Drienkaytzer (equivalent to Colonel) and enjoys fencing (sabre is his speciality), shooting, riding, flying (aeroschips) and SCUBA diving. In regard to description, he is quite tall, with dark brown hair, brown eyes and a clean shaven face. He is fluent in many languages, and so will be able to communicate flawlessly. Finally, the Imperial Ascendor formally invites the Princess to Berathica, the Jagonian capital, in order to meet her personally.

Joachim Vrupp,
Imperial and Hierarchal Affairs

If a late suitor is acceptable, I would like to submit Erwin Magnus, younger brother to King William I of Liracia and head of our Law and Order section of the government.

http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b65/Seawolf9/erwinmagnus.jpg (OOC Edit: Damn, image should be larger. You get the idea, though.)

Councilman Magnus received his position based on merit, not because of birth. He stands 6'1" and is fond of longsword sparring, shooting targets on the range, lifting weights, and the occasional good book or fine meal.

Information on the Kingdom of Liracia is here:
http://www.nationstates.net/liracia

The Princess has consented to meet privately with Varan Naxel of Jagonia. Please inform the Princess as to when and where exactly as she is pleased to oblige your invitation. Liracia, your suitor seems like a very good match. Thank you for submitting him. By decree of His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Vladimir Nikolaevich there will be a fencing tournament in which the suitors may participate if they wish to prove their strength and valor...and to make things interesting. If any of you practice any other martial art, a demonstration would also be appreciated I'm sure. Good luck to you all!

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Advisor to His Imperial Majesty

Princess Natalya, or Talya for short returned Alexander's kiss accompanied by a slight blush. "I don't know, is there?" She replied playfully. She took the Grand Duke by the arm and walked with him to towards the palace. "I thought you weren't going to come....at least that's what Marina told me. Didn't you say you'd be busy?" Arriving at the Great Room they sat down.

By order of Emperor Vladimir Nikolaevich Romanov of the Divine Russian Empire of Flamazon and its colonies Marxinborough and Altostratus: his eldest daughter Marina Vladiovna Romanova has been deemed ready for matrimony at the age of 18 and is in search of potential suitors. Although she must marry, it has been decided that her Imperial Highness may choose whomever she desires. Any bachelor is encouraged to meet the Princess regardless of economic status. The suitor however should know that due to the Flamazonian Code, whomever weds the Princess will never have absolute power as ruler of Flamazon. Only a ruler of Flamazonian blood is permitted to rule the Empire. If any potential suitors knowing this wish to meet the Princess please post your request here.

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Advisor of His Imperial Majesty


A MESSAGE FROM THE DEAR LEADER OREO SPACESHIP RELAYED TELEPHATICALY TO THE HIGH PRIEST FLIPSNAR, THE LEADER OF OREO SPACESHIPS EARTH COLONY:

Oreo Spaceship states his great sadness at hearing such a request.

Beg you, I to come to my religion of Oreospaceshipology where you shall always be married to me in eternal bliess!

Insolent suitors of earth shall burn if I do not win your love

Phriykui does not wish to bore the King with the 1000s of suitors this televised set of events has inspired, however the Princess is welcome to any of many events that occur in phriykui's high society and will only have to endure the camera flashes of the red carpet before being greeted by the array of polite gentlemanly rich and famous suitors who would be interested in such a marriage.

The Phriykuian military can also arrange for one of it's genetically enhanced soldiers to add to the gene pool of your royal family, such men are completely subservient and can be quickly trained to the culture and etiquette of your people and as a loyal husband to your daughter.

If your daughter would prefer she may wish to holiday in the Phriykuian capitol and enjoy it's night life in a near 0 crime environment and perhaps find a date in our manner of doing things. Bearing in mind no images of your daughter have been released to the public and it is the image of a mysterious woman that is the source of such interest in this country.

Phriykui would be welcome to service any of these suggestions or any wise suggestions of your own at your discretion.

ooc: Has the party started?
Was wondering because post 35 seems to indicate it has, but nothing else does.

OOC: The party is just about to start! :D

With great commotion and a quartet playing in the background, the Flamazonian Emperor himself and his wife went to open the massive doors that led to the Imperial Palace. Facing the many guests, suitors among them who were invited to Princess Marina's birthday celebration, Emperor Vladimir raised a hand motioning silence. "Thank you for attending my daughter's 19 birthday celebration! I welcome you all, as does the Flamazonian Empire. Please come inside and join us in today's festivities and to await Marina's arrival." Motioning for the guests to enter, Vladimir Nikolaevich smiled and extended his arms out to the crowd. "Come in!" He roared and the entire multitude of curious guests entered the fine palace.

Lord Kevin entered, thought he paused to bow to their Imperial Highnesses. In one hand he held a small package.
"It is an honour to be here and have a chance to meet and court your daughter Emperor Vladimir." Kevin said, turning to the Empress, "If your daughter is half as lovely as you, then she is a true beauty." He then straightened and walked confidently into the palace.

Seeing Lord Kevin enter the palace after making that comment, Empress Irina looked at Vladimir and laughed softly. Whispering in his ear she said, "Do they think she's my daughter?" with a puzzled look on her face but smiling nonetheless, "I suppose many do not know that I'm your second wife and only Tanya's mother." Turning towards his second wife, the Emperor gave a hearty chuckle and looked at the crowd of young men assembling near the tables and helping themselves to vodka. "It looks like the public announcement turned out quite a crowd didn't it?"
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Meanwhile in her bedchamber Marina and her three sisters were hurrying to get themselves ready for the party...

The young woman with the soft brown eyes eyed Marina and smiled. "Are you going to put on the blue dress or your green one? I'm tired of waiting for you to make up your mind!" she said as she adjusted her small tiara.
"Oh please Talya! You're just anxious to go see Alexander, don't think I haven't noticed." replied Anastasia with a wink.
Marina ran over to get her slippers and tripped over a dress that was lying on the floor. "Shush and worry about yourself," she said glaring at them for a moment. "Tanya honey, get me my necklace will you?" The youngest of the four, Tatiana rushed over to help. "Thanks sweetie!"

Kevin brushed a bit of lint off the hem of his liquid silver coloured half-cape, that was trimed in midnight blue. His shirt, a deep maroon, had the top two buttons open, and the lapel turned back over the deep almost velvety blue jacket and pants that both set off his dark blue eyes, and were his familial colours as well.

He ran his hand through his hair, bringing out it's artful pseudo-messyness as he awaited the arrival of the birthday girl.

Suddenly a tall muscular teenager appeared in front of Lord Kevin. "So are you the suitor from Theao?" His emerald eyes glanced at him curiously, "Why are you interested in marrying my sister?" He slightly bent his head to one side and readjusted his bow-tie.

Natalya, Anastasia and Tatiana had finally finished making themselves look proper and pretty. Still glued to the mirror for some final touch-ups and applying a little bit of carnation fragrance, Princess Marina smiled while her sisters adjusted her curls. "Are you ready for our grand entrance girls?"
"Sure we are!"
"Aren't we always, Marinushka?" giggled Tanya.
Marina turned towards her sisters, "Papa wants us to go out in order," rolling her eyes she made a dramatic gesture. "You know him, like he always wants us to. You Tanya are the first to make your entrance." The tiny eight year old girl with the piercing blue eyes lined up with a wide smile on her face. Then Marina grabbed Anastasia by the hand and placed her behind Tatiana. "You here Nastia...and well, you know your place Talya." Opening the door, the four sisters filed out solemly not being able to wait for the excitement that the night would bring.

Alexander leaned back against a wall-column, sipping his drink as he watched the crowd. 'All these people, and they all look so damn stabbable.' He laughed a little, then drifted over to Marina and the current suitor, circling and making sure that nothing was said that shouldn't be said.

'Just my luck. Chaperone at a party where there isn't even alcohol.' Growing bored of watching Marina, he returned to his corner and from there began to idly drift towards the punchbowl.

"Yes I am, and she intrigues and interests me." Kevin replied, "Are you Marina's younger brother?"

As he saw the princesses, Marina capture Kevin's complete attention, as he took in her beauty, his eyes caught on her face.

"Announcing Her Imperial Highnesses, Princess Tatiana Vladiovna Romanova..." A man in a formal black tuxedo called out the sisters. As the blonde little princess was the first to be announced. "Princess Anastasia!" continued the Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky as the taller girl of 14 curtsied to the guests. "Princess Natalya..." Natalya did the same and smiled at Alexander. Finally Marina descended the long staircase in a magnificent silky green dress that brought out the color in her honey hazel eyes. The diamond tiara on her head shined more brightly than ever and her smile went directly to a suitor whom she hadn't met before but attracted her attention. The tall man with blue eyes looked at her and returned the smile. "Her Imperial Highness Crown Princess Marina Vladiovna Romanova!" said the Chief Advisor.

Upon seeing his sister, Prince Viktor's jaw dropped. "What the he?..." Then he turned to look at the suitor next to him. Confused he sat back and enjoyed the spectacle...

Kevin stared in awe of Marina, and had he had less self-control or been more crude, his jaw would have been on the floor, and his tounge unrolled half-way across the floor.

Princess Marina curtsied to the guests once more and proceeded to mingle amongst the crowd, laughing and greeting old friends and hearing introductions from various men she hadn't met before.

Kevin approached the princess, and if she was willing and if they clicked, his future wife. He half-bowed, in a manner similar to that of a martial artist at a formal competition.
"Greetings your highness, it is an honour to meet you." Kevin said as he straightened, "My name is Kevin Mishico, thought I'm on the guest list as Lord Kevin. If I may be so bold, might I ask for the first dance?" He asked

Having got in late but unnoticed, Prince Wershak observed his fellow suitors. Many looked like what the Princess wanted, tall strong-built and with dark hair.

He then saw one of them talking to her highness. Wershak leaned over and asked a man:

"Excuse me sir, but who is that talking to the Princess?"

"That is Lord Kevin sire."

"Lord Kevin? Aah yes. He looks like he has quite a chance."

"Indeed, but try your hardest nonetheless sire."

"I will, don't worry."

Prince Maxim the future king of soviet destruction looked around the ballroom for a sign of the princess.He saw many that looked like a princess but one of the ladys dressed in green caught his eye.This must be the princess he thought to himself. she was dancing with lord kevin who was said to be potentially the most favoured for the princesses hand in marriage.
Kevin walked over to the dancing couple and said
"Sorry to interupt but may I cut in and take this dance your highness.""
"You may"she replied.
"I guess that many of the other suitors have brought you many expensive and beautiful gifts."said Maxim as they danced."I bring you one that means the most though."he said.
"Why what have you brought Prince Maxim."enquired the princess.
"I have brought you the gift of love."said Maxim gesturing to his heart."Has any other man even announced this gift for I have not seen so yet your highness.said Maxim
As the music died away he said "Thank you for the beautiful dance your highness and now I will let you see the other suitors but remember you will always have my love."Maxim said as he kissed the princesses hand and walked away to let the next suitor meet the princess.

Arriving Late and completly unnoticed, King Holley, 19, takes his time talking to the various men in the room. As he glanced around the room he became striken at the sight of the most beautiful women that he had ever laid his royal eyes upon.

King Holley asks a fellow suitor if that is the princess and indeed she is.

The king wonders quitely to himself if the gift of a summer estate in AndyTank is too much of a gift.

A rather important looking letter then arrived at the palace, it read thusly;


The Emperor Tiberius Sylvestius of the Sylvestian Empire regrets to announce that his nephew and potential successor Gaius Albinus (known around the more colloquial parts of the Empire as Caligula) will not be able to attend due to the unfortunate recent illness of his horse Incitatus, which has grieved the young prince most strongly, and secondly on account of his sister's marriage to the leading nobleman of the Sylvestian capital, one Lucius Van Dorenius of Quaepelia. The latter has vexed the young prince very much and he's now gathered together an army and demanded they go to the beaches promptly and collect seashells. The Empire regrets that Gaius is seemingly not upto the job.

The late Emperor, the deified Augustus, would be much disappointed at this turn of fortune as i'm sure you are too.


Sincerest apologies to the most beautiful and gracious Imperial princess, included is a small sum of money to the tune of 100 gold aurei to show how grieved we are at this unfortunate incident.



General Gingerius Pertinax

(on behalf of the Emperor)


The letter read, the money pocketed and the suitoring continued...

As Maxim walked toward the Emperor and his wife he pulled out the letter that his father had given to him to give to the emperor.As he walked forward Maxim gave a deep bow and said"Your majesty I have a letter from my father."
"Please read it for me the emperor replied."
"As you wish your majesty the letter reads."said Maxim
"I The Great Father of Soviet Destruction hope hat the party has gone well.I am sorry I could not attend as I have political matters to attend to but I ould like to say even if my son Maxim does not marry your daughter I would wish to call an alliance and begin trade with your nation.I hope you except my offer.
Yours Faithfully The Great Father of Soviet Destruction."
Maxim waited for a reply.

James Keller arrived late, he was in a sour mood because of it but he wouldn't show it he found an aid and asked to be shown to the party...

OOC: sorry for the short reply and any bad spelling i am at school right now and cant to a spell check.

Varan Naxel appeared just after Mr. Keller. Despite not receiving a formal invitation, he, and his aides, turned up anyway. Having been directed to the princess, he approached and greeted her, his heavy Jagonian accent shining through.

"Greetings, vrom myzelf und all my peopull! I am hoping you ahre vell?"

Katsuo Nagaraku sat in a corner of the party, fuming. His father, Ryouta, had forced him to come here.
"In case you haven't noticed, Katsuo, I'm not going to be in charge of Tejas forever. You're 20 and still living with your parents. It's time you had some responsibilty, because the real world is going to slap you in the face. And you should start with a wife," Ryouta had said, "Because it's either that or you're going into the army."
Of course, that was just his father's way of saying, "I hate you. Go away, you 20-year old brat."
Katsuo knew he didn't have a chance. Tejas was a small, out-of-the-way nation and Katsuo wasn't exactly the most good-looking suitor in the room.
'Although I wouldn't mind living here," he thought.

Being the object of great attention by wealthy, charming and handsome young men, the Princess marveled at how well the night was going. But how difficult it was to form an opinion! There was so much going on she kept on thinking. She had loved how her first dancing partner from Theao had made her waltz all over the dancefloor but she also had to admit that the Prince Maxim had awed her with his "gift". No one had ever said such a sweet thing to her in all her life.
Suddenly a tall man with a heavy accent approached to greet her. Marina smiled warmly, "Eh...yes of course! It's turning out to be quite a birthday party wouldn't you agree?" hazel eyes twinkling she leaned in a bit closer, "I beg your pardon but there's so many suitors here that I have..." blushing profusely she whispered, "I have no clue who you are! What nation have you come from?"
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Emperor Vladimir looked at the Prince come from Soviet Destruction with an interesting expression on his face. "It seems that I have not had the pleasure of meeting your father, and he is asking for an alliance..." Rubbing his beard Vladimir Nikolaevich reached a verdict, "perhaps you and I could speak in private one of these days? You are most welcome to stay here as my guest until we can talk this out." He put arm around Prince Maxim's shoulder. "What do you say my boy?!"

By order of Emperor Vladimir Nikolaevich Romanov of the Divine Russian Empire of Flamazon and its colonies Marxinborough and Altostratus: his eldest daughter Marina Vladiovna Romanova has been deemed ready for matrimony at the age of 18 and is in search of potential suitors. Although she must marry, it has been decided that her Imperial Highness may choose whomever she desires. Any bachelor is encouraged to meet the Princess regardless of economic status. The suitor however should know that due to the Flamazonian Code, whomever weds the Princess will never have absolute power as ruler of Flamazon. Only a ruler of Flamazonian blood is permitted to rule the Empire. If any potential suitors knowing this wish to meet the Princess please post your request here.

Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky
Chief Advisor of His Imperial Majesty

Marina Romanova is cordially invited to visit the Commonwealth of Sylvanwold and discover for herself such men (or women, for that matter) as we have. Sylvanwold is a free and open society with no nobility or preferential classes. She would be discreetly chapeonered to insure her safety and would be at liberty to explore such places as would appeal to her interests. Further details can be discussed at your/ her liberty.

Samus Framine, the suitor from Quaon, had been wating quietly in the shadows, biding his time to make his move. He sipped his drink. He knew the princess would make her decision soon. It was time.
Samus approached the princess and bowed.
"Samus Framine of Quaon at your service, my lady" he said. "May I have this dance?"

Wershak had been wasting too much time, and now another suitor was approaching the Princess. He had to make his move soon. If he didn't he had no chance. But for now he waited for the princess next dance to be over.

Erwin Magnus tugged absent-mindedly on his ponytail, sipped some more of his bourbon, and watched the Quaonian suitor approach the princess. He'd chosen to mingle primarily with the other suitors, trying to discover who was the most likely potential rival. Framine was a risk, but not too terribly much.

He adjusted his tuxedo collar, mentally cursing the too-bloody-tight thing as he did, checked to make sure nothing had spilled on him, and waited. He'd let the Quaonian have a dance, then make his own move.

Finally, Katsuo got up off his butt and elbowed his way toward the Flamazonian princess. The princess was already taken by some Quaonian. He also saw two other suitors, both looking like they were going to make their moves on the princess.
But until then, he'd just have to stand here like every other suitor. He drained his cup of sake, giving it to one of the many servants walking around. He then leaned against a pillar, waiting for the song to be over.

OOC: Sorry for the delay in follow-up. Just moved back home to New Orleans a month ago and internet is still spotty.

IC: IT didn't take Pollux long to convince the Central Council that his plan was sound. But the question inevitably rose: who? Social events to introduce the other suitors, all members of landed aristocracies, to the Emperor's daughter. How will the Community find a suitable suitor, really a representative of them all, before Marina choses another?
Information is powerful and sometimes provincial. All the proceedings of the Council are posted on the Net, compiled, and sent out every evening in summation to all who subscribe for such service, typically the highly educated and well-read. The next day, the Central Council had their volunteer: the 23 years old son of a Sunyan diplomat and revolutionary, Arcturus Sol. Sol seemed the perfect candidate: well-spoken, and highly educated. A student of metaphilosophy and political economics, at 20 he, with his father, helped lead a band of Sunyan revolutionaries to unite the scattered resistance of Shaheen in their overthrow of a brutal dictatorship from a neighboring nation. Like most Sunyans, he was tall, dark, and wore his hair long. Unlike most Sunyans, he was exceptionally well travelled and understood well the political workings of aristocratic governments. At the blessing of the Central Council, he penned the following message himself to the leaders of Flamazon.

To Ivan Konstantinovich Kerensky, Chief Advisor to His Imperial Majesty Emperor Vladimir Nikolaevich Romanov of the Divine Russian Empire of Flamazon

Salutations,

My name is Arcturus Sol. Though I posses no titles, land, or holdings, I represent the goodwill of my people, the Community of Sunya. With great humility I ask that you please consider me for the great honor of the hand of His Imperial Majesties' daughter, Marina Vladiovna Romanova. I am something of a student of world politics, and know well the greatness of your land, its people, and the Romanova line. I would be greatly honored to be contacted by you if there is any further information you require.

Arcturus Sol.

Kevin had gracefully stepped back when Prince Maxim asked to cut in. As he watched them dance, he decided to sociallize further amongst the Royal Family. He asked each of the princesses, as well as the queen to dance. While he danced with excellent grace with each of them, it was a muted reflection of his dance with Marina.

As he took a drink from a glass of punch, he wondered how she would like his gifts, as well as if he'd be able to request the last dance with Marina, even thought he had won the first dance.

Having finished her dance with yet another handsome suitor, Princess Marina thanked the prince and returned to her father's side beaming. *whispered something in his ear* The Emperor ordered the musicians to cease playing and waited until all voices shushed. "I hope you are all enjoying yourselves!" Smiling, Vladimir Nikolaevich turned to his daughter and held her hand. "As Ivan Kerensky had, I believe, informed you of before, we will be holding a tournament. A tournament in which the suitors will prove their valor, skill and strenght. It is however voluntary and be held in the Throne Room, as there is ample space there. If you did not bring your weapons, we shall provide you with one of your choice. Who will be the first two to challenge each other?!" His expression turned into a serious one and awaited a response...

Kevin heard the king ask for challengers, and stepped forward. "I volunteer. May I enquire as to the nature of the competition?" He asked, as he subtly began stretching.

Wershak stepped forward, "I shall join." His deep voice booming through the room.

He began his excercise, as to harm yourself in front of a princess would be stupid

The Emperor replied, "Choose a weapon of your choice. The objective is for you to make your opponent surrender to you." He smiled, "It's that simple. Now, I shall let the two opponents choose and begin." And with that, the Imperial Family took their places in their thrones.

"Would you perhaps have a saber I might borrow?" Kevin asked, "Also, are we limited to weapon to weapon combat or can we go hand-to-hand as well and no crippling or killing injuries?"

Wershak pulled out the royal sword which he had trained with for 12 years. Though he did not think that the other suitor was any worse than him in a duel

New Aushan intelligence agents raised thier eyebrows to the suitors vigor. Gunter whispered something in his companions ear. "What the hell is this?" Said Gunter in a hushed voice, almost smirking, however, the other agent, James, seemed to stare at the princess, her beauty enchanting him. Gunter gave him a sharp thwack on the shloulder. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" James almost was shouting. Gunter leaned forward and spoke silently. "Your an agent for the state of New Ausha, remmember, James?" James looked down to the floor, filled with disapointment. He looked up. He met the princesses eyes directly. He flashed a smile, and looked away quiclkly. He felt stupid. He was so attracted to her, but knew he was obligated to not become involved. For a minute, he considered pulling his 9mm glock on the other suitors. He could imagine dozens of arms raising, and the princess being his. Another sharp thwack from Gunter brought him back to reality.

President semko stepped off the public transport and dusted off his suit. "Nice place" Semko thought to himself as he walked into the station. He had no real interest in marrying this princess without doubt there were more hansom or well off people than he after the woman."Besides she was without doubt a spoiled brat". He thought to himself. No semko's goal was to try and get some trade agreements with the princess or some of her suitors. After all there were without doubt some head of states around.
He began speaking to a woman behind a counter. After a short argument with the woman about his true identity (surely no leader of a nation would take a public transport or forget to shave!) he managed to convince her to let him use the comm unit to contact the queen asking permission to come to the party.
"I only wished I shaved". He thought to himself wile scratching his chin. It wasent a beard but it was indeed noticeable."Oh well I'm only hear to make trade deals after all" he said out loud as he adjusted his blue Arcadian suit.

The Princess had for a moment directed her attention to a man who had caught her eye and whose smiled had delighted her. Then she heard the question that caused some commotion.
Marina's eyes widened at the question being posed. She walked over to get a saber and handed it to Lord Kevin personally. "If I may decide father," the princess turned to look at Vladimir, "It seems to me that the swordsman who is clearly lost, should not risk an injury. However, the objective is until you make your opponent surrender so, do what it takes. But by all means, let this not ruin a happy night such as this." She sat back down next to her father's throne. "Let the duel begin!"

Erwin turned to one of his bodyguards and spoke in a hushed whisper. "Can you do me a favor? I put my sparring gear in the car, but I wasn't expecting our hosts to have a tourney in the middle of the damn ball! Could you run out and get it for me?"

"Right, on it. Back in ten."

"Great. Thank you." He skinned out of his tuxedo jacket and overshirt and started stretching.

As he warmed up, he began planning. Looks like I'll be taking the next round... Have to see if anyone else looks like they're up to it, or if I'll just be fighting whoever wins this one...

"Thank you." Kevin said as he took the sword. Quickly making a few of the most basic of saber fencing moves, he turned to face his opponent.

"Ready?" He asked as he swept the saber up, then down into a open stance.

"Ready." Replied Wershak, saluting his opponent with his sword and slowly lowering it to a defensive position.

He was ready for this no matter what.

President semko stepped off the public transport and dusted off his suit. "Nice place" Semko thought to himself as he walked into the station. He had no real interest in marrying this princess without doubt there were more hansom or well off people than he after the woman."Besides she was without doubt a spoiled brat". He thought to himself. No semko's goal was to try and get some trade agreements with the princess or some of her suitors. After all there were without doubt some head of states around.
He began speaking to a woman behind a counter. After a short argument with the woman about his true identity (surely no leader of a nation would take a public transport or forget to shave!) he managed to convince her to let him use the comm unit to contact the queen asking permission to come to the party.
"I only wished I shaved". He thought to himself wile scratching his chin. It wasent a beard but it was indeed noticeable."Oh well I'm only hear to make trade deals after all" he said out loud as he adjusted his blue Arcadian suit.

There was a sharp hiss of drawn steel. Alexander Black, holding a dagger in a very casual fashion, leaned against the wall by the newcomer. "Excuse me, sir." He said, smiling his bright smile. "I believe I heard you insult that young woman." The man took a heavy step forward. "I'm sure I heard wrong, though. Hum?"

In deference to Tsar Vladimir and his father, Emperor Edward, Alexander had left his rapier and gun at home. In deference to his own inner demons, Alexander had brought with him a knife that, while shiny and shimmery and proper, was also very sharp. With a quick glance to make sure Talya wasn't watching, Alexander took another step forward. "...I'm sure an honourable gentleman such as yourself wouldn't have any objections to, say, stepping over here by to the drink table, out of the way and having a nice, friendly chat. Right?"

"I take it from your stance you'd prefere I go on the offensive?" Kevin asked as he removed both his jacket and shirt revealing a well tone chest.

Wershak smirked, he removed his hat and jacket and returned to his former position. His arms began to flex as he tightened his grip on his sword.

The room suddenly became very still and very very quiet as the two men got ready to face off. The expression on Princess Marina's face was unreadable but inside she was becoming nervous for the princes. *What happens if they do try to hurt each other?* she pondered. *They're two of my favourites and I don't want to see them harmed...*

Kevin grinned back as he stepped forward, and brought his blade up into a classic horizontal slash postion. As he swung, he altered the blow into an downward diagonal.

ooc: What sword type are you using?

Wershak saw that he intended a sideways slash and moved to block that but his reflexes kicked in as he noticed his opponent changed attack and blocked it just in time. If he hadnt he would be in pain right now.

He took advantage of his chance and tried a diagonal left to right slash and very quickly turned it to a jab, and the blade neared ever closer to Kevin...



ooc: I am using a saber too, I just like to call them swords instead

Kevin had been fully expected to get deflected as he was at present feeling Wershak out. As he struck back, Kevin hastily brought up his own blade to counter, and then struck with his other hand, aiming for his foe's wrist. If he was successful, he full well intended to disarm Wershak using a nerve point at the base of the wrist.

This time Wershak was not quick enough to see his opponents fist move quickly towards his, it connected right on the nerve. He cringed in pain, and the crowd gasped but he looked up at his opponent with all-new vigour. He changed hands and made sure his missed nothing from now on. He would go on the defensive until an oppurtunity presented itself

"Impressive, most people drop their weapons from that." Kevin said as he stepped back and began circling Wershak, looking for an opening.

Seeing the trickle of blood beginning to gush out from Prince Wershak's wrist, the Princess covered her eyes and stifled a little scream. "Father, should we stop this? I didn't want them to draw blood." Vladimir Nikolaevich turned to her, "I did not either, but we must let them settle it themselves. Sorry my darling..."

He saw Kevin begin to circle him, and kept his blade ready at all times. He had suffered worse wounds than this one.

"How far do you want to take this?" Kevin asked, both seeking Wershak's limit, and hoping the friendly tone would distract him.

"As far as you want." Wershak replied, he began to lower his defence

Kevin struck in that instant, aiming for the crook of Wershak's sword arm. He put all his speed into it, but not enought power to do serious and long-lasting damage, just enought to interfere with his swordplay.

He was playing with Kevin at that time and instantly blocked his thrust and swung his own saber at Kevin's shoulder. Everything he learnt at the Academy actually came to use

Kevin dropped down, thought not all together fast enought and was rewarded with a shallow cut along his shoulder. As he dropped, he lashed out with his leg in a sweep kick, aimed at knee height with the intention of knocking his skilled opponent to the floor.

OOC: Wershak! Defend yourself!

IC: Princess Marina Vladiovna was horror struck as to how calculating they were in their fighting. *Couldn't they just dive in and get it over with? Or must they first destroy each other slowly and painfully?* she thought.

Wershak jumped almost out of the way, but due to his wrist he got distracted and got caught on the foot by Kevin and fell to the floor.

He then remembered what his father had told him: "Never bear yourself to the enemy."

After remembering that he lept up again, though he was sure some of his toes were broken due to the force in Kevins kick

"You are stubborn, but a skilled swordsman." Kevin said as Wershak got to his feet, "Your highness," He called as he kept eyes on his opponent, "Are draws acceptable," And here he directed his voice to his foe, "And if they are, are you willing to take one?"

"That is ENOUGH." Alexander pushed his previous victim against the wall and stepped into the Duellist circle. "Both of you, stand down now." The Prince glanced between both of his 'equals', his smile once again bright and harsh. "This 'duel' has ended at that kick." Another knife leapt into his hands. "If either of you wish to challenge my ruling, let me know now."

At this prompt, Marina rose quickly to her feet. "Yes please end this with a draw. It is obvious that the two of you are highly skilled and I wish for no more injuries." With an encouraging smile she added, "You were both most brave."

"I accept a draw" Wershak said to Kevin bowing, and extended his hand.

Kevin kept his eyes on Wershak as he bowed, before turning to bow to the princess. He then shook Wershak's offered hand before then turning to the unprincely prince, "Remember where you are and who is the ruler here. It is the decisions of our hosts, not of us, the guests, that determains the codes of conduct and the mandates of the duel."

The young woman gasped a little at that outburst by Lord Kevin and quickly made her move with her father's nodding in approval the Princess walked to where the two men were and took their hands, facing the guests. "These two men have fought very bravely tonight. Let the party continue while they rest for a bit. The next round of fighters will have to wait." The guests nodded and returned to mingling amongst themselves, commenting about the hard fight. She led them away from the crowd. "Are you alright?" Her eyes betrayed her of all her fake calmness, Marina helped Prince Wershak to a seat. And proceeded to look at his injuries. "Does it hurt much? I'm sorry it went so far!"

He looked up into her eyes

"It does hurt, but a man has to take damage if he wants to go anywhere" he laughed out the side of his mouth. "I just fought as far as I had to, so don't worry."

He then looked at Lord Kevin "Well fought my friend. You have a lot of skill."

Kevin also walked over to Wershak, after getting his shirt and jacket, and using a cloth to wipe up and staunch the cut he'd received.
"Thank you, and I am likewise impressed by your skill. I apologise for the injuries I caused and if you are willing, I would be willing to bind them for you." He offered, knowing some of the pain that Wershak felt as Uri, his older brother, had used him as a sparing partner any number of times, and he tended to be somewhat more agressive than Kevin was.

"Thankyou, and if you could please bind my wrist, I would'nt want to go home looking like this would I?"

Kevin quickly used his hankerchief to bind the cut Wershak had recieved on the wrist. "This may sound slightly egocentric, but I didn't expect you to be as good as you were. If the match had gone on longer, you could quite likely have won a decisive victory. I shall have to talk with my swordsmaster, he holds the opinion that foreigners can't fight, and while I knew he was wrong intellectually, knowing in practicallity is quite different."

He then took a seat and stretched, "Regardless of who holds her Highness's favour, I wish you the best of luck, and believe we could be quite good friends."

Princess Natalya slipped away unnoticed and rushed to Alexander's side, dragging him unto the dancefloor. "Why did you interfere like that?" she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Papa was not very pleased after the comment that Lord Kevin made! You undermined my father's authority!"

Alexander glanced down at his diminutive fiance, one hand caressing the back of her head gently. "Really, Talya... You know I'm not going to stand there and let two good men kill each other." He said glibly, darting a poisonous glance at Kevin. "Even if one of them could do to be reminded of his superiors." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Is that package I entrusted to you still here, Natalya?"

Talya looked at him nervously, "You mean your sword? Ehh yes it's still there. Don't use it though..."
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Feeling a little more at ease, the princess made sure the wounds were not too deep. "So you will tend to each other's wounds then? If you wish, we have physician here who can help, or I can since I'm trained...?" Her voice trailed off

"I'd be honoured to have you minister to my injury, thought in truth it is too minor to fret about, provided I give it a few minutes, it should scab over it. Most of the cut has already ceased bleeding." Kevin said as he again drank of Marina's beauty.

ooc: Last post/night

OOC: G'night! We'll continue this tomorrow since I need to go to bed now. Great RPing by the way, both of you! :)

IC: Lord Kevin's steady gaze towards her made Marina blush a bright red. "Yes of course...it seems to be healing quickly..." she replied muttering absentmindedly. Motioning for her sister Anastasia to bring some ointment and bandages, she smiled nervously. "I'm sorry," the Princess explained. "I must have you take your shirt off in order for me to bandage the wound..." Then turning to Prince Wershak she smiled. "Your injury will take a little more care since it's deeper, but at least it has stopped bleeding, no?"

Emperor Vladimir looked at the Prince come from Soviet Destruction with an interesting expression on his face. "It seems that I have not had the pleasure of meeting your father, and he is asking for an alliance..." Rubbing his beard Vladimir Nikolaevich reached a verdict, "perhaps you and I could speak in private one of these days? You are most welcome to stay here as my guest until we can talk this out." He put arm around Prince Maxim's shoulder. "What do you say my boy?!"
"I think I need some time to think about my answer."said Maxim
"Yes fine go have some time to think while I start the dueling."said Emperor Vladimir as he walked away.
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Maxim had been thinking about staying all night after Emperor Vladimir had suggested it.Maxim had watched Lord Kevin and Prince Wershak and decided he would stay.Now he thought to himself I guess I should offer to be the next duel opponent.
"I will be the next challenger for dueling if Princess Marina would like me to fight in her name."shouted Maxim so all could hear.

Erwin's bodyguard arrived, bearing the duffel bag that contained his sparring gear. The Liracian minister opened it, casually pulled on the mail-covered gloves, settled the gorget around his neck, and drew the blunted longsword.

He turned to Prince Maxim. "Whenever you're ready..."

***
OOC: Soviet Destruction, I'm not really going to have Internet access tomorrow-Thanksgiving and all that jazz, so if I have to leave off in mid-duel, please don't take unfair advantage, okay?

Maxim slid the raiper out of its scabbard.He began to circle Erwin waiting ready for an attack.

Ohwell thought Maxim if he is not going to do anything.Maxim punched Erwin in the face breaking his nose and flooring him.Maxim put the point of the raiper at Erwins throat.
"Do you surrender."said Maxim.

As Maxim walked away from his beaten opponent he walked over to the emperor and bowed.
"Where is Marina your Highness?"questioned Maxim:confused:

James could not bring himself to speak with her. He graciously gathered his courage, cut in, and began to dance.She smelt beautifly, and danced all the same.

James could not bring himself to speak with her. He graciously gathered his courage, cut in, and began to dance.She smelt beautifly, and danced all the same.

OOC:Dude who are you meant to be dancing with?

OOC: *glares* that was mean.

IC: Princess Marina had finished bandaging the injured prince's shoulder and about ready to tend to Prince Wershak when all of a sudden she heard a series of gasps from the crowd and ran to see what all the commotion was. Seeing the bloody scene in which Prince Maxim had broken his opponent's nose and was pointing his rapier at his throat, the Princess rushed to the scene. "I command you to lower your sword, Prince Maxim." She said, her gaze concentrating wholly on his eyes. Raising her voice she turned to the guests again, "May I remind you that these should be friendly duels? We are not in a Roman coloseum and the suitors will not be treated as gladiators tonight!" Marina turned back to the fallen Prince, helping him up. "Extreme blows such as the one you delivered to Prince Erwin, are not necessary, Prince Maxim. A duel should be fought with honor, it is not a battlefield nor a war." Breaking eye contact with Maxim she continued. "Could someone please be so kind as to help me take this man to the infirmary?" she implored almost desperately.

"I will."said Maxim a look of sadness on his face.He carried the man to the infirmary and said to Marina"I don't know what happened One minute it's a duel the next minute I have hit this man I am sorry and hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me?"said Maxim sorrow in his voice.

When Prince Wershak observed what happened, he ran up to Prince Maxim. Lord Kevin tried to hold him back but couldn't. Wershak then saw that Maxim was showing sadness as if he didn't know what he was doing.

His wrist still causing pain, he talked to Maxim:

"How could you do that?"

Marina had been quiet all the while he had helped...not quite angry but not at all impressed by his ruthlessness that he had displayed. She attempted to smile despite her worry for Erwin. "It's alright, I'm just to the point of being glad he isn't dead. He will heal in time." Passing a hand across Prince Erwin's cheek she gently smiled down on him. "Are you feeling better now?...."

Maxim tried to smile but couldn't.He thought he had just blown his chance with the love of his life as far as he was concerned.He walked out of the infirmary he didn't think he could bare to see marinas face when she next saw him.He left to the room The emperor had said he could stay to think about what he had done.:( :( :( :( :( :( :(

Prince Viktor, Marina's brother pulled Wershak back to the side. Quickly, he whispered in his ear, "Yes, I know it was a cheap shot. I don't know what we can do about it but I'll see to it that he doesn't do it again." He turned his head around to see if anyone was listening..."Don't make a spectacle of yourself right now, it would not be wise and you are injured. Marina will be right back to see you."

"You're right, to mess up now would ruin what little chance I had of marrying this fine lady." He calmly said "And this would have been in vain." he pointed to his wrist

He slowly sat down into his seat again, hoping nobody had truly noticed his outburst.

Even if Marina still wanted to marry him Maxim tought the emperor would not let him because of what he had done.He felt like he was on the brink of tears what a fool I am he thought to himself.:( :( :( :( :(

OOC:Why is there noone replying. oh and wershak I heard your outburst three corridors away LMAO

OOC: Because I was in class and then hit the gym? :rolleyes: Jesus, dude, I know I didn't say anything about that but I wasn't expecting you to respond that quickly!

Not too pleased with you right now. You just made me look like a goddamn fool.

OOC:Actually I kind of helped you i mad myself look like an animal and now Marina is saying stuff like do you feel better and I hope your all right.
And she hates me now.:( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(

OOC: Damn it, why does everyone have to reply when I'm at school? Can we just say I was part of the duel for the whole time so I can have a chance of becoming the winning suitor, or would that not be fair? Damn you U.S.A time zones!

Eyes closed, Erwin coughed and felt his nose gingerly. Yeah, that wouldn't be healing any time soon.

A gentle hand brushed along his cheek, and he blinked, opening his gray eyes to meet Marina's hazel gaze.

"Are you feeling better now?"
"Somewhat. It hurts like hell and it's never going to look the same, but I've had worse. My brother cracked three of my ribs-through a breastplate, mail shirt, and gambeson-when we were sparring one time. The only thing really injured is my pride. I acted like a novice out there. I should have been watching my opponent, not trying to make sure you were watching me."

OOC: Damn it, why does everyone have to reply when I'm at school?

OOC: Hey, join the club.

OOC: lOL! How old are you guys anyway? I'm at school and I check every once in a while until I go home. But then again...I'm in college! ;) Quaon where are you if not in the US? Anyway, Marina doesn't hate Maxim but she does think he acted like a jerk. Did you not remember Liracia saying not to take advantage of him? *rolls eyes* Ay!

IC: Princess Marina chuckled, "Well, I had said that we weren't having a duel for a while more...and I was tending to Lord Kevin and Prince Wershak's wounds. I would not have been seeing you duel since I didn't know it was happening!" Realizing that she had left Prince Wershak's wrist still bleeding, the woman closed her eyes. *My God! This birthday party is turning into a hospital ward!* She then turned to smile at Prince Erwin and ran her hand through his hair, "Don't worry, you'll be fine in no time. The doctor will be here in just a second to see what he can do. Prince Maxim, can I trust you to look after him while the doctor comes? I must return to tend to Prince Wershak...fixing broken noses are beyond my knowledge of medicine." Looking back from the doorway she softly spoke to Erwin. "I'll return to check on you later dear...." and with that, the princess returned to the throne room to find Prince Wershak.

OOC: lOL! How old are you guys anyway? I'm at school and I check every once in a while until I go home. But then again...I'm in college! ;) Quaon where are you if not in the US? Anyway, Marina doesn't hate Maxim but she does think he acted like a jerk. Did you not remember Liracia saying not to take advantage of him? *rolls eyes* Ay!

I'm in college too. Got unlucky w/the timing.

OOC: Oh really? That's cool, I was starting to think everyone else was still in High School. I guess I should probably start heading home in about half an hour. Meanwhile keep posting. :)

OOC: Sorry, done for tonight and tomorrow. Going home in a few minutes. Nice to see someone else who's in college, though. What school are you at?

OOC: PCC in Portland, OR You? By the way, is anyone even thinking of posting tomorrow, I mean it IS a holiday. I'll be working :( but I'll still check in at night to see what you guys are up to. Happy Thanksgiving!

Alexander had watched this exchange with almost malevolent pleasure. He smiled sinisterly. 'So, the Prince from Soviet Destruction has acted without honour or, indeed, any skill. I believe I shall have a word with his unfortunate opponent, and see if I may make an example.' He turned back to his dance partner and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "...Talya? Would you be a dear and go and get my sword for me? Keep it in its scabbard and don't let anyone touch it."

James finished dancing with Princess Marina, and looked deep into her eyes. Finally, she turned away. He breathed deep. "Wow" he thought. Isn't she something. Gunter came over looking sternly. "What did I just tell you?" "Look at her Gunter!" Gunter took a quick glance, and his eyebrows raised. "Nevertheless James, we are on a mission here." He eyed a guest suspiciously and melted into the crowd. James breathed deeply again, and walked over to Princess Marina. She was focused on the wounded princes. Summing up all the courage he possesed, he tapped her shoulder. She spun, her face full of concern. "Hello princess," James said, his voice cracking in mid sentence.

James could not bring himself to speak with her. He graciously gathered his courage, cut in, and began to dance.She smelt beautifly, and danced all the same.

OOC:Dude who are you meant to be dancing with?

OOC: Oh, probably your mother.

Kevin removed his shirt and let Marina tend to his minor wound. "Thank you for that." He said as she finished. Seeing what Maxim did, Kevin was severly tempted to slug him himself but he saw Wershak running up to take that honour. He attempted to restrain Wershak, for a few reasons which included preventing him form hurting himself, but saw that his dueling oppenent managed to gain control of himself.

He watched the subsequent converation between Marina and Maxim with interest. As she returned to bind Wershak's wrist, he contemplated talking to Maxim, but noticed that Alexander was grinning in an all together unpleasent manner, and decided to keep an eye on him.

ooc: I'm in university myself, thought it's a Canadian/local one.

OOC: Where's your uni?

Natalya knit her brows together in suspicion. "Yes of course, I'll bring it." She discretely left the dance floor and headed upstairs to get the sword for Alexander.

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Marina was just bandaging Prince Wershak's wrist when the man she had danced with tapped her shoulder. Spinning around to face him she glanced at him. "Oh it's you! Hi...didn't we just dance...and you're saying hello just NOW?" She laughed. "Did you um...need to speak to me about something?"

Kevin watched the new man address the princess as he contemplated asking her for another dance. He decided to wait till they were done before asking her for a dance.

ooc: The University of Winnipeg. Winnipeg(City) Manitoba(Province) Canada(Country)

OOC: Est-ce qu'il y a de personne qui parle francais la? Parles-tu?

The General of the Lesbian Army enters the room. The princess forgets all the ugly men for a moment...

The princess stared at the uninvited newcomers in horror. "What are yo-? Why did you-?" She kept on mumbling now understanding why the women were there but finally regained composture, "Who are you?" asked the princess slightly blushing.

The General of the Lesbian Army enters the room. The princess forgets all the ugly men for a moment...

Alexander fingers one of his daggers, still waiting for Talya to bring him his sword. 'Well, well, well...what have we here?'

"Marina, might I request the honour of another dance with you?" Kevin asked as he noticed the new arrival, a woman suitor, which was somewhat humourous.

ooc: I can speak it a bit, write it even less. Last took it in grade 10, almost 4 years ago, and was never great at grammer.

Dyerian Empress, Tanya Picklefork, loves Poontang, especially Princess's's's's. She wants to marry.

OOC: Egads, you guys move fast! I may be out-maneuvered here, I can only come and check like once a day. Eh, well, no one's told me to piss off yet...Flamazon, mais oui, je parle les francais acadienne. Il et forme de francais pas difficile commes les francais parisienne.

IC: Arcturus paced around the room, feeling a little nervous. He was excited about the prospect of travelling and meeting heads of state, hopefully forging new ties, establishing new relationships, and doing what diplomats do. Even if nothing else came of the situation, he felt it was too good an opportunity to pass up. "No response yet?", he asked Pollux nervously.
"Well, not really, no. But sometimes these things take a while, you know. It really hasn't been all that long, you know."
"Yeah, I know. Just kind of wound up I guess. I feel as though a giant coil of metal has been twisted inside of me and its going to spring open at any time."
"Well, freakin' chill. You've been in worse situations. You've seen combat, man! I mean REAL combat, with guns and explosives..."
"That IS how wars are generally fought..."
"Yeah, but you did it without a standing army, with a few thousand volunteer geurillas and a bunch of scattered partisans. You'll survive this. Besides, the worse they can say is 'no, don't come'..."

OOC: Sry everyone, my first post was bad. I was rushed lol.:D

James sat down heavily on a chair, as he watched the princess and Kevin dance. He was stunned, she would even talk to him. He then noticed a muscular woman walk into the room, as the princess began to blush, James looked at the newcomer suspiciously. He made his way over to gunter who was gathering information from an obviously over-intoxicated man. James looked at Gunter. "We got word James, Gunter said slowly." "Time to go." "Go?" Exclaimed James. He would've given anything for another dance with the princess. "I'll catch up" James said hurridly. "Meet in the car in 15," said gunter, but then he noticed James dissapointed expression, as he looked at the princess. "Make it 20".

OOC: Ouai? Le francais acadienne est de l'est du Canada n'est-ce pas? C'est trop similaire au francais parisienne mais a beaucoup de differences aussi non? Comme la prononciacion, m'a dit ma prof. You really should check back more often!

Didn't I respond to Pollux? In any case, have Sunya's rep over at the party.

As the female suitor ended her riddiculous statement, James walked towards Prince Kevin. Lovely, isn't she? James asked kevin.

After the palace guards had taken out the outrageous visitor, who put up a good fight, Princess Marina Vladiovna returned to sitting amongst the suitors chatting and taking turns dancing.

"Yes, she is very beautiful. The man she chooses will be lucky indeed." Kevin said, "Might I ask why she interests you?"

ooc: That's true, Quebecqouis and Paris French is similar, but somewhat different.

King Holley strides over to James and Prince Kevin and interjects how tender and loving she is to all of the suitors no matter how qualified they are.

Prince Kevin, do you not find this to be a most admirable character?
James, whom do you think I should duel if the sport continues?

"Of course it is, and one of the many reasons I love her." Kevin replied, "And even if she doesn't choose me, I still feel honoured to know her. Thought I am not a prince."

The young woman went over to the band that was playing who had replaced the previous quartet, to request a different style of music. The leading musician nodded, smiled and faced his fellow musicians to tell them what to play next. Princess Marina approached the circle of men that had gathered next to the stage. "Who here is a good dancer and wishes to prove it?" She grinned, hazel eyes sparkling with hidden mischief. "And I mean in the latest Spanish gypsy style...?"

Hmm..I was quite sure that you were awared an honorary title from my nation.

Well to make sure...kneel...I dub you Prince Kevin of AndyTank.

I do belive that I can handle that challenge princess!

The Princess undid her up-do, letting her great mass of locks come tumbling down and ruffled her hair a bit. Smirking, she laughed and took the young king's hand in her own. "Then show me..."

Kevin shook his head at the fact that he know had a title that had little relevance and even less importance than the one he was born to.

He watched the princess dance, picking up the style and rythem of the dance.

"Yes, she is very beautiful. The man she chooses will be lucky indeed." Kevin said, "Might I ask why she interests you?"

ooc: That's true, Quebecqouis and Paris French is similar, but somewhat different.


James scratched his head. We'll i heard about it, and uh- I am the male heir to the hrone of, erm- Gonzdev? And, we'll I believe I need a princess, for my er- my fathers kingdom. Something convinced James that kevin saw right through this vain attempt. He looked over to the princess and man dancing.

King Holley strides over to James and Prince Kevin and interjects how tender and loving she is to all of the suitors no matter how qualified they are.

Prince Kevin, do you not find this to be a most admirable character?
James, whom do you think I should duel if the sport continues?


Im not sure, replied James, just then, he saw Gunter enter the room. Great, James thought. James grabbed a guard and pointed Gunter out. "sir, that man has been disturbing me all evening, threatening me, and provoking me to fight" I see replied the guard. He grabbed Gunter and dragged him towards a room. James smirked. Don't worry, gunter, i'll bust you out later' Filled with newfound courage, he jumped in to dance with the princess, energetically, striking the floor with every beat. He could not take his eyes off her, as the music quickened.

"Really?" Kevin asked with a raised eyebrow, "It's all successionary with you then?"

King Holley walks determinedly up to the princess with an all too knowing smile. He is about to dance one of the most voracious and spirited dance, which happens to be the country's namesake.

The princess arches her hand and begins dancing in a beautiful mixture of the Bulerias and Tango forms of the Dance. The young king dances smoothly with the spirited moves of the princess. He also adds parts of the Farruca style that he learned on a trip to the coast in his youth.

The haunting sound of the singer's words and the passion of the guitar made Marina's heart race with every spin and touch as the two twirled around and around the dance floor. Then suddenly the princess jumped in the air and was caught by the man's strong arms, who slid her back down making her body come dangerously close to his. *By God! He sure is a gifted dancer!* thought Marina as they ended the dance with his arms completely around her waist and both staring into each others eyes, gasping for breath.

OOC: You know the style? Aw! I love you already! It's my favorite kind of music, the bulerias especially!

He wispers softly in her ear, you really are quite amazing.

OOC: Lol! I'm confused as to with whom I'm dancing...

"Your Highness, might I trouble you for a dance?" Kevin asked, as he'd picked up enought of the rythem and tempo of her dancing style to be able to preform it well, thought perhaps not as well as King of Andytank.

OOC: Lol! I'm confused as to with whom I'm dancing...

OOC: The King of AndyTank....King Michael Holley, age 19. Master of the Dance (both feet and steel)

Being so mysterious adds to the drama a bit!!

She giggled at King Holley's comment and rouged. "Oh it's nothing really, I've always loved to dance. And if I may say, you are incredible..." she whispered back softly, then taking Lord Kevin's hand. "Of course my Lord, I shall grant you the next dance."

Alexander grabbed Natalya as she walked back into the room, and pulled her over into the shadows. Quickly divesting her of his sword, he kissed her firmly on the lips. "I love you. You know that?" The Prince grabbed his girlfriend and pulled her back onto the dancefloor, his sword back at his side where it belonged.

Kevin began dancing with Marina, and rather than following King Holley's individual style, he altered and added his own touches to the dance, making this dance personal and a joint product of himself and the princess, and of no one else.

While dancing, Marina noticed that Prince Alexander Black was drawing close to her and Lord Kevin. *What is he up to now...?* she wondered. The princess set her chin on his shoulder while they strode across the room. "Lord Kevin, I must tell you something..." she whispered into his ear.

"Hmmm?"

"I don't know what my friend Alexander is doing but that outburst of yours, I'm guessing offended him and he's not the type of person to do that to, trust me. See how he draws near? I would be careful if I were you...stay very close to me, he has a sword now."

Kevin nodded his agreement, and while he didn't know Alexander, he knew of those who where extremely tempermental and prone to seeing slights where they didn't exist or misreading situations.

James saw Alexander, and with that, he turned a corner and eyed him. He loaded his 9mm glock and cocked it. He watched alexander.

Knowing what Alexander can do, Wershak began to slide his saber out of the sheath and checked he had his gun. He contined observing for the time being

James, withdrew his weapon as a guard came near. He approached Alexander, and tapped him on the shoulder. He gave Alexander an icy stare.

Marina was starting to panic as she saw the looks on several of the suitors' faces...*please don't let them have guns!* "Lord Kevin, follow me." Leaving the dancefloor, she drew near the men and saw what they held in their hands, her eyes widening. "Put those away! Now! I don't know what's going on here but there will be no shooting here tonight." Stealing a glance at Alexander, who was watching them intensely she lowered her voice. "He's an old friend and he meant well, let's not make any more of this shall we?"

Realising the look on Marinas face he bowed apologetically, and slid his sword back into the sheath.

James, withdrew his weapon as a guard came near. He approached Alexander, and tapped him on the shoulder. He gave Alexander an icy stare.

"Touch me again, commoner," Alexander said without even bothering to turn around, "And you will suffer more than you can possibly imagine. I wish nothing to do with you, and I advise you to bear that in mind. Just because the Romanovs feel like they wish to be friendly to you 'people', doesn't mean that I feel the same. Continue courting Marina, if you feel you must, and leave me out of whatever you do." And with that and a sweep of his cape he walked off.

Immediately, relief took over Marina and she embraced him tightly. "Thank you so much! Besides, your wrist...it is still in a delicate condition..." Then suddenly overcome by the stress she faltered for a moment.

"Are you okay your highness?" Wershak questioned

"I...uh...I'm not feeling well." The princess said as she lifted her hand to her head. "I need some fresh ai-" closing her eyes and falling back Princess Marina Vladiovna's vision blacked-out as she fainted.

Kevin quickly caught Marina as she fainted, as he'd come as she bid. As he gently supported her, he asked Wershak "Please get a glass of water for the princess." Meanwhile he carried her to the balcony.

"Right away." He rushed to the kitchen and brought out a glass of water, and tried to help Marina get back up.

Suddenly it became apparent that the Princess had lost consciousness and a crowd gathered 'round her. Emperor Vladimir dashed through the mass of people, rushing to her side. "What happened?!" he exclaimed.

"I'm not quite sure your highness, she simply grabbed her head and collapsed. She should be okay though."

A cold rush of water revived her to consciousness, leaving Princess Marina gasping for breath. "What happened...?" she asked as she blinked and frowned. She made a weak attempt at standing up on her own but was still a little shaky.

"Don't be too hasty, you just need to lie down and rest. We'll look after you until you are fit to return." He said nodding to Kevin

Kevin continued to support Marina as he replied, "You fainted. How do you feel?"

She smiled weakly and reclosed her eyes for a second. "I'm sorry to have caused you such a problem! But, I'm a little tired...."

"It is no bother, even if I were not your suitor and loved you, I would care for you." Kevin said sincerely, "Do you wish to retire and rest?"

Wershak supported her as he and Kevin took to the infirmary. "Do not worry about it. This happens." he smiled

Her heart skipped a beat at those sweet heartfelt words, "I think I'll be fine once I get some rest, thank you for your concern." she smiled. "Oh no no no! Don't take me to the infirmary! I think my bedchamber would be more comfortable." She then noticed that her friend was making funny gestures at her. " Eh...Lord Kevin, it is my understanding that Alexander needs to speak to you...I think."

"Oops." Wershak turned tail and began to walk her to her bedchamber

"I shall speak with him once you're comfortable in your bedchamber." Kevin promised and once Marina was comfortable, he sought out ALexander.

"Marina indicated you wished to speak with me?" He asked

OOC: i'm sorry but i seem to have missed alot could i get a short fill in? is it to late for my suiter?

OOC: No he's not too late until she says "I do." which she hasn't yet.

Alexander frowned as he watched Wershak leave with Marina, then shook his head. "I'll admit to a little intellectual dishonesty, actually." The Prince said, sighing. "I was trying to get BOTH of you away from her. Now she's alone with him. So I'll make myself quick." Alexander paused, as if giving the lie to his words, then finally said, "I'm sorry I interfered in your duel. But you both appear to be good men, the best of this crop, in my opinion," He frowned even deeper as he said that, knowing he of all people should withhold judgement here. "And I don't want either you or Lord Wershak to dishonour yourselves in competition with the other."

He held out his hand. "Forgive me?"

Suddenly, General Clothesline re-appears from the decorative pot plant, behind which she was hiding.
She strides over to the princess, without any regard for protocol and boldly asks her for a dance.

"Of course, and I apologise for speaking to you in such a manner." Kevin replied as he shook Alexander's hand. "If I might enquire, why do you wish to seperate both me and Wershak from Marina's side?"

Wershak had helped her lay in her bed, as they both adjusted the pillows to a more comfortable position. "So were you enjoying the party?" she asked the handsome man.

"Well because I'm also vvying for the princess's affections!" She Laughs.

OOC: Alex will be right back to keep posting. And you! I thought the guards had shewed you off. You do know that Princess Marina doesn't swing that way don't you. *snarl*

"Well because I'm also vvying for the princess's affections!" She Laughs.
ooc: Who are you replying to?

Just then James Keller walked around the corner looking at Alexander and Kevin he asked “either of you seen the princess? I’m not to late am I? I dare say my driver got rather lost on his way here…”

"I believe Marina is resting in her bedchambers." Kevin said to the newly arrived suitor. "While you are a tad tardy, she hasn't decided who she wishes as yet, or at least hasn't announced it if she has chosen, so you arn't too late."

"Of course, and I apologise for speaking to you in such a manner." Kevin replied as he shook Alexander's hand. "If I might enquire, why do you wish to seperate both me and Wershak from Marina's side?"

"Oh, you'll call me old fashioned, I'm sure..." Alexander said, smiling. "But I don't think it proper for a lovely young lady such as my dear Imperial Sister Marina to be escorted to her private chambers by unattached men such as yourselves." He bowed low and gestured slightly for Talya to return to his side. "Oh, and next time you fight in a duel... do try to give a better account of yourself?" The prince moved off, laughing. "Best of luck to you, Lord Kevin."

OOC: No, he's not trying to be offensive...he just (probably rightly) thinks himself a better fencer than anyone there with the possible exception of Wershack (an opinion Flamazon will, with much qualms on her part, probably support). Oh, and he's a patronizing high-upper class bastard, of course.

Kevin chuckled at Alexander's comment, "I'll be sure to do that." He replied as he sought out Marina and Wershak, so that he could give her a chance to rest and recover by luring Wershak away. Once he'd successfully lured Wershak away, so that her sister could take care of her, he decided to seek out the Emperor.

"Sir, might I enquire what your opinion of how your daughter's ball has been so far?" He asked politely once he'd found Vladimir Romanov.

The Emperor seemed to be thinking carefully as to what to say, "I honestly wouldn't be able to say...it's definitely been a very exciting day to say the least..." He straightened and asked, "But tell me, Lord Kevin...what was your opinion of the ball...or better yet, tell me what you think of Marina."

"Of your daughter, I can honestly say I love her. I also wish she would choose me, thought I wish she choose the one that made her the happiest, regardless of who that was, even if it means that I must lose her." Kevin said with perfect sincerity and honesty.

The Emperor smiled slightly. "You claim you love her already? But you've just met!" He smoothed his beard and looked thoughtful. "Ah yes, love at first sight, I remember what that was like." Vladimir Nikolaevich looked at the young man standing before him, "I hope my daughter chooses well. I can see you're a fine man, and sincere."

"Thank you sir." Kevin said in recognistion of the compliment paid to him. "By your leave, I shall mingle with the other guests."

"Oh before you leave my lord, tell me, what is your opinion of the other suitors?" said the Emperor with a bit of caution.

OOC: *yawn* Pardon me, I should go to bed now, it's pretty late and I've gotta go to work tomorrow.

"My view of Wershak is he is of excellent character, of James Kellar, that he is slightly disoriented and haven't had a chance to get to know him well enought to judge him in any other way. Of Holley, he is a skilled dancer, but again I have been unable to meet him on a personal basis so I can not offer a true opinion on him as a person, and of James likewise I am unable to speak positively or negatively about the man as I do not know them." Kevin replied, "That was my view of them as individuals and people, of them as fellow and competing suitors, I wish that they were someplace far away."

Kevin respected each on a personal basis, and knew that they were likely excellent people individually,collectively as suitors he wished that they were not here, and preferably in traction.

OOC: My good god. I got to sleep, and in less than 12 hours you completly and utterly blow me behind. Look, can we all agree for the betterment of everyone to go more slowly? It's not just me whoses having troubles you know. Also, in response to a question a few pages back, I'm USA EST

Samus woke up in stunned surprise. He had fallen asleep at a table. Damn him being used to Quaon's time zones! He had completly missed his chance to win the Princess's love. In disgrace, he carefully stands up, and heads for the door.
The guard at the door stops him. "Excuse me sir, are you looking for the fresher?"
Samus replied "No my good man. It seems I have *erggh* important buisness to attend to, and I have overstayed my welcome."
The sad Quaonion exited the party, and found his way to the hotel he was staying at.

"This is great your highness, I'm glad I came, I've made a friend plus met a beautiful woman." He looked at Marina and realised her true beauty.

Just then Kevin came in and lured him away saying her sister will take care of her. He winked at Marina and smiled as he followed Kevin.

OOC: I know its a late reply but I just got back from school.

James pulsed skyrocketed at alexanders comment. He had an immense desire to fire 3 rounds into the back of his head. He mustered all he possesed, to resist the urge., He turned, and strode down a huge corridor. He noticed kevin was leading another prince away. He walked toward the princesses bedchambers, and walked in slowly. "Are you feeling well M'lady?" asked James softly. He offered her a cool glass of water.

The princess accepted the glass and drank a little trickle of water from it, then set it down on the small bedside table. "Tanya, will you please bring a chair for our guest?" The small princess gave up her seat instead and walked towards the door. "It's alright Marinushka, I have to go to bed anyway..."

"So how are you feeling my princess?" He asked again.

Marina smiled at him and sat up a little on her bed. "I'm feeling much better now. Thank you for coming to see me, it was very kind of you." She briefly stopped to reposition her pillows. "You know, I'm not certain that I have seen you before. What nation have you come from? And..." She laughed a little and then continued. "I don't even know your name!" The princess motioned for him to scoot on closer her bedside. "Now that we have time to get to know each other...tell me a little bit about yourself why don't you!" Her eyes revealed her excitement and her smile was encouraging, hoping that the man would oblige her request.

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Emperor Vladimir nodded his head at the information that the information that Lord Kevin had given him. "Good good..." he said quite thoughtfully, "Well my Lord, I hope you enjoyed the party nonetheless. I thank you for coming and I invite you to stay the night, as goes for all the other suitors as well!" He raised his voice in announcement. "Thank you to everyone who attended my daughter's party, especially the suitors...when you first arrived I believe I had welcomed you as did all of Flamazon. I hereby offer you my hospitality. Stay the night here at the palace if you wish. Tomorrow the princess will, I believe be making some sort of announcement to her suitors. I shall order my people to accomodate your bedchambers at your request. As for now, I bid you goodnight! The guests thanked him gratefully and began making preparations for the night.

"Thank you sir." Kevin said as the emperor invited him to stay. After he found out where his room was to be, he headed to the princess's chamber to wish her a good night.

Princess, James said slowly, her warm eyes watched him, "I-I have to be honest with you," She looked at him. "I- I am not of royal lineage." She looked surprised. "Princess, my name is James klayt, Lieutenant James klayt, I, he pause, I work for the Ministry of Intelligence for the republic of New Ausha. She watched him. "but, he began, you have enchanted me with your beauty. Princess, you are everything I have been looking for in a woman. Intelligence, courage and beauty. He smiled. He watched her drink from the glass again. What will she say?! James was worried, would a dozen guards rush into the room, and throw him in a political prison, would she tell him to leave?? He watched her anxiously and waited for a reply.

As King Holley is beginning to start his nighttime ritual in his wonderfully appointed bedchamber. While sipping a bit of scotch, he hears and odd noise coming from outside in the hall. Quickly he snatches up his sword, and pistol, and goes out to investigate. King Holley quickly walks down the stairs, as he rounds a corner the world goes dark. King Holley awakens unarmed and tied to a chair in a semi-dark room, with no one to be seen.

While surveying the room he realizes that he has been accosted by an unknown assailant. King Holley presumes that he is in the palace, but he cannot be certain. Whom at the party could have it in for him, one of the suitors? The Emperor, for the extremely spirited dance with his daughter? As he ponders these thoughts he loses consciousness once again.

"You gentlemen truly amuse me," Alexander said to himself as he watched the suitors depart from the palace's ballroom. With a curt shrug, he turned and brushed past the guards, pushing one that didn't move fast enough into a pillar as he made his own exit. 'The question is...who will our dear Princess choose?'

He flipped open his pocketwatch. 'The night is young, Shurik... perhaps I shall go find entertainment...elsewhere.' The prince rounded one of the corners, then suddenly darted to the side and out a door into one of the palace's many alcoves. After a quick glance around, he rested his blade on the ground and pulled aside a bush to reveal a leather satchel.

In a matter of seconds the satellite radio was ready. "Justinian, this is Belisarius. Do you read me?" He repeated it twice more, scanning for the private transmission line.

"Belisarius, this is Justinian. How is the situation there, over?"

"A fascinating study of humanity in all its irksome forms. Forget over here, what is the situation with Uncle, over?"

"Uncle's situation remains stable, over."

"Can you provide any help for him? Over."

"That's a negative, Belisarius. He's watched too closely, over."

"Aren't the guards our men, over?"

"That's a negative, there has been a shift change, over."

"See what you can do. Belisarius out." Alexander packed the radio back up and glanced around again, his rapier at the ready. 'No one here.' With a shrug, he nudged his radio back into its hiding place, then stepped out of the garden. 'It's a nice night. I think I'll go clubbing.'

OOC: Look, can we all agree for the betterment of everyone to go more slowly?

OOC: Dear God, yes! Take most of two days off (yeah, I know I was only planning on one, but things change) and the thread grows 6 pages! I can't sit in front of a computer all day, not while I'm home on break! And Flam, I'm at the University of South Florida in Tampa.

IC: Erwin woke up in the infirmary, still tired and light-headed from the painkillers he'd used to deaden his throbbing nose enough to take a nap. His bodyguards were sitting on either side of him, one asleep, one awake. He rolled out of the cramped hospital bed, staggered to the sink, and poured himself a glass of water. It was drained almost instantly, but took some of the dryness out of his mouth.

Erwin turned to the awake bodyguard. "Hey, Hans, wake up Miguel, and I'll use their intercom to call whoever they have in charge of housekeeping. Let's get a guest room, not stay here all night."

A few minutes later, arrangements had been made, and the three Liracians were hurrying down the long palace halls, eager to get into real beds.

James was looking at Marina with great intesity as she lowered her glass of water back on the table. Slowly she turned to him with a piercing look. "Why..." she said in a low voice, "have you come to spy on us? And inside our own palace?"

Kevin arrived at the door to the princess's bedchambers. As he paused a moment to run a hand throught his hair, he thought he heard the sound of a conversation. Raising a hand, he knocked on the door to request admission.

James was looking at Marina with great intesity as she lowered her glass of water back on the table. Slowly she turned to him with a piercing look. "Why..." she said in a low voice, "have you come to spy on us? And inside our own palace?"


NO!!! He almost was screaming, I- I, was assigned to um, she glared at him, there are some corrupt generals in the ranks of the emperors army, and well, they see New Ausha, as a tiny, profitable province, fit for the taking. She wore a stunned expression. We came to gather intelligence on those few generals, and well, i didnt expect the princess to be like you, he looked deep into her eyes. You see, were not here to watch you or stalk you, but to actually, we'll, protect you. She was quiet. They see your father in a weakened state. You would be an easy target for assaination. Me and my comrade gunter (who was likely in a political prison by now) came to protect you, but, you see, I would do anything to protect you. He looked deep into her eyes.

It took some time for the princess to understand all this new information and process it. "They what?! How can this be...?" her voice trailed off and her eyes filling with tears. "Why do they wish to attack my father? They're targeting me as well?" She finally gave in and sobbed without end. "What am I to do?!"

Hearing the outburst and the sounds of sobbing throught the door, Kevin didn't wait for someone to answer and opened it, with the intention to do violence of a great and painful nature to whoever had harmed the princess.

Seeing Jason, and the princess crying he walked up to Jason and said "What did you do to her?" This was said in a voice that gave the indication that if Jason's answer was even the least bit off, he'd be looking forward to a long dirt nap.

Hearing the outburst and the sounds of sobbing throught the door, Kevin didn't wait for someone to answer and opened it, with the intention to do violence of a great and painful nature to whoever had harmed the princess.

Seeing Jason, and the princess crying he walked up to Jason and said "What did you do to her?" This was said in a voice that gave the indication that if Jason's answer was even the least bit off, he'd be looking forward to a long dirt nap.

OOC: His name is James dude, i;ve only mentioned it laked 200 times. :D

As someone entered the room, James instinctivly drew his 9mm glock and pointed it at kevin. He drew back. the princess yelled. James lowered the weapon Why are you here kevin? Asked james.

"No! Don't worry my lord, he did nothing to me." exclaimed the young princess. Wiping the tears off her cheeks she sought to control her shaking voice, "What brings you here Lord Kevin?"

Kevin looked at James, "What did you do to her?" He repeated, his voice altered not a bit even thought he was staring down the barrel of a pistol.

He started a bit as her words registered. Turning to face her, he said in a completely different tone of voice, one full of caring, "I came to wish you a good night Marina."

Kevin looked at James, "What did you do to her?" He repeated, his voice altered not a bit even thought he was staring down the barrel of a pistol.

He started a bit as her words registered. Turning to face her, he said in a completely different tone of voice, one full of caring, "I came to wish you a good night Marina."


Like hell you did, james took a defensive stance and aimed the weapon. Princess, one of the suitors is an assasin, i dont know who. Kevin, prove to me that it is not you!

"Do you want to strip search me?" Kevin asked, "I have no weapons, nor would the goverment of my home have allowed me to come if I was an assassin."

james lowered the weapon again, slowly. I believe you kevin. He put the gun back in the holster. Goodnight, lord kevin, he said. if you'll excuse us, i must tell the princess something in private.

Horror struck, Marina was completely speechless. "One of the suitors?!" She screamed. "Who is it?!"

Horror struck, Marina was completely speechless. "One of the suitors?!" She screamed. "Who is it?!"


Watching kevin leave the room, james closed the doors, and walked over to the princess. Could be anyone but, marina, he looked at her. My duty is to keep our realtionship proffesinal, but, after tonight I, I just, he turned to leave the room.

"Assassin?" Kevin said in a shocked tone, interposing himself between James and Marina. The whole situation was disturbing his sensibilities and making him extremely worried for Marina.

Alexander walked back through the palace's front gates, a bright smile on his face. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then held his rapier up and glanced at the fresh blood on it. With an almost sickeningly beatific smile, he ran his finger through the red liquid, then brought it to his mouth. Sucking his finger clean, he pulled a rag from his pocket and cleaned the blade off, then returned his rapier to the sheathe. 'That was a good deed, by some measure. Trying to rob that poor woman... well, he's doing me some good, at least. Let me get off some steam'.

After wiping his face to make sure that no stains remained, he walked into the hall. 'I'll go say hello to Marina first, then go to Talya, say goodnight, and go to my nice bed.' He nodded to the guards on duty, then turned and moved up the hallway to Marina's room.

He heard raised voices and Marina's quiet sobbing, and paused. "Well, well, well? What have we here...?" He asked the air, striding forward to the door and leaning against it. "These two gentlemen bothering you, Marinushka?"

Well well, said james drawing the 9mm and placing a deadly aim on Alexander head. Marina, i beleieve we have found your assasin. Down on the floor alexander, James stepped forward, kevin right behind him. kevin, james whispered quickly, he nodded toward the massive sword on the wall. james winked.

"This one," Kevin pointed to James, "Is claiming that there is an assassin after Marina."

He looked at Alexander, "Do you have a bloody lip?" He asked

"Ah, James, Alexander isn't a suitor, to the best of my knowladge. He's dating Marina's sister." Kevin commented as he saw James draw his pistol again.

My god Kevin cant you see it!? james yelled. he just murdered a man! Look!! James pointed at a huge bloodstain on Alexander's right leg, which alexander had failed to see.

"It can't be him! He's been my friend since we were children...he would never do a thing like that!" Despite her weakness, Princess Marina ran to the floor and embraced Alexander as if protectively covering him. "Don't...please! He wouldn't...." sobbing and burying her face in his shoulder she pleaded with James.

"Ever heard of self-defence,?" Kevin asked, "So far the only threat to Marina I've seen is you and that pistol." Kevin then moved to shelter Marina from the appearent gun-wielding maniac.

"Ever heard of self-defence,?" Kevin asked, "So far the only threat to Marina I've seen is you and that pistol." Kevin then moved to shelter Marina from the appearent gun-wielding maniac.


The hell!?ames saw enemies all around him. What the hell am i doing here he thought. I'd been assigned to there protection for 3 months and now this idiotic prince kevin declares me a maniac. Kevin, alexander, on the floor, Iam going to check you for weapons. im sorry Marina, but this is my mission, and ithas to come first. he aimed his weapon waiting for the men to react.

Well well, said james drawing the 9mm and placing a deadly aim on Alexander head. Marina, i beleieve we have found your assasin. Down on the floor alexander, James stepped forward, kevin right behind him. kevin, james whispered quickly, he nodded toward the massive sword on the wall. james winked.

Alexander was more than capable of moving faster than the 'spy'. Having caught the sound of James coming up behind him, he had drawn his rapier and ducked into a roll, coming up within an inch of James' neck. "...you insignificant worm." He whispered, smiling. "You dare to fire at me, and your republic will be annexed by the Divine Imperium. Your people will die, your cities will be destroyed. And you won't do anything to me because, you pathetic fool, I'm wearing bullet-proof armour and you're not a good enough shot to hit my head."

"I've already killed one man today, James. Another won't make any difference. Put your damn gun down."