NationStates Jolt Archive

A Royal Ball


King Eknath and Queen Lavanya peered down at the royal senate that was convening. They marveled at the fact that the last one had been almost 200 years ago. Between then and now, much had changed in the island kingdom.
When that last senate had convened, Tarangambadi, land of the singing waves, had been on the eve of a civil war, collapsing under the corruption of the house of Sathaga, invaders from across the sea. Inevitably, that war did break out.
North and South Agania alone remained in the hands of the royals for all that time. Nederstan, on the opposite end of the island, had been the first to succeed, following the teachings of a crazed false prophet who died trying to walk on water. Within a few years, the old kingdom’s agricultural heart in Outer Nederstan was split between warlords. In the north, the river and mountain states jostled for control of the Gadanbriel confederacy. Millinor and Lendria remained moderate republics who promised to rejoin the kingdom if it became more free and democratic. Lastly, in strife ridden Arghent, people flocked to the safety of the capital as Nederstani warlords extended their reach over the interior.
Slowly, the country got itself together again. The Sagathas maintained an iron grip over their territory for another half century, but soon fell to Eknath’s family, the Vasaars. Reforms were set in place, and soon the former feudal states had universities, industries, hospitals and an extensive railroad system. The kings and queens gave up many powers, and Tarangambadi became one of the first nations to grant universal sufferage. State after state, province after province, town after town, the new, democratic kingdom grew in size, usually without force.
Now, 150 years after that process began, it was at last completed. The last Nederstani warlord had been captured and thrown in jail. Fireworks were whizzing through the sky of the capital, lighting the sky with golden sparks. It was a night of wild excitement in the street, but inside the gilded doors of the Senate debates politely raged on the future course the nation should take. After so many years of internal strife, it was finally time to turn some attention to the outside world.
“Highness,” a senator respectfully enquired, “Why not hold a summit or meeting here in our capital. We could show off the great wonders we have here, get to know people and perhaps secure a little needed trade?”
“I’ve got it,” a squat silver haired woman in a topaz robe piped up, “It is the holiday season after all. Why not a ball? Oh, yes, it could really endear us to other countries!”
A chorus of officials shouted their support. The bleary-eyed king stood up, tired from the long night of discussions, but in a light, charming voice approved the idea.
A few days later, elegant invitations printed on valuable island papyrus arrived at the homes of the heads of nations all over the world. It would be an interesting, not to mention important, affair. The kingdom expectantly counted the days to the great persons’ arrivals.
Enclosed in the invitation was a map of the country's cities and provinces:
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We would be interested in sending a representative to the ball you are hosting.
Might we enquire what form of dress code there will be?

Empeor Samuel David Thomas Vanaland II and his wife Empress Heather H'Ines of Aust shall attened this ball.

The dress code is formal. Tarangambadi has quite loose dress rules, so any style is appropriate. However, it is considered rude to wear leather at formal events, although it is permitted at all other times.

The Empire of Xeraph would be honored to send a representative to the Ball. The Emperor is at present indisposed, and so Lord Sethanis, King of the Borderlands of Black Shadows, a Xeraphian subject-nation, will attend, with his retinue of Royal Xeraphian Marine guards.

regards,

Vlad, Prince of the Empire, Regent of The Grey Phoenix, in the Name of the Emperor.

OOC:To speed things up, let's just say it is the day before the ball now
IC:
Message to Xeraph:
Security measures are excellent in Tarangambadi. Your guards are only permitted light weapons, which cannot be concealed at any time as per national law.
The Royal Palace was abuzz with talk and decorators hard at work. A magnificent building with a coral facade, the Royal Palace was located in the heart of downtown Varansi, the capital city at the confluence of the country's two major rivers.
The ballroom was decorated to represent both winter and Tarangambadi's rich cultural heritage. Large crystal snowflakes hung from the ceiling, while on the walls hung tapestries representing the country's three religions: a serene gilded buddha, a sapphire blue vishnu and a depiction of a silver-bearded Moses parting the Red Sea. Preperations continued in the kitchen, where a range of savory cooking had been ongoing for several days. As the sun's slanted rays illuminated the magnificent marble floors the King and Queen smiled back at each other. Tomorrow would be magnificent!

Eleven members of the Emperor's Own Guard will accompany the Imperial Family. The will carry Colt .45 revolvers.

We would be most honored to send a reprasentative, but Boozian formal dress always includes leather boots, gloves,and a belt, and Field Marshall Hallget, our representative, is a military man and wears a sword (in a leather sheath) and a holstered pistol at all times. Any advice?

OOC:To speed things up, let's just say it is the day before the ball now
IC:
Message to Xeraph:
Security measures are excellent in Tarangambadi. Your guards are only permitted light weapons, which cannot be concealed at any time as per national law.
The Royal Palace was abuzz with talk and decorators hard at work. A magnificent building with a coral facade, the Royal Palace was located in the heart of downtown Varansi, the capital city at the confluence of the country's two major rivers.
The ballroom was decorated to represent both winter and Tarangambadi's rich cultural heritage. Large crystal snowflakes hung from the ceiling, while on the walls hung tapestries representing the country's three religions: a serene gilded buddha, a sapphire blue vishnu and a depiction of a silver-bearded Moses parting the Red Sea. Preperations continued in the kitchen, where a range of savory cooking had been ongoing for several days. As the sun's slanted rays illuminated the magnificent marble floors the King and Queen smiled back at each other. Tomorrow would be magnificent!


That is unacceptable. Three Marine Knights will be armed with Glock 9mm sidearms and their swords. You stupid mother-fuckers!~

The Commonwealth of Thergo wishes to send Sir Edwind Perciack to repersent Prime Minister Mevoriagan Pierce. We wish with him 1 guard armed with an SA-80. If you don't want that then we will only supply the guard with a Glock. 7

Viscountess Rai Peller as well as Viscount Oran Peller both prepared to meet the those who were hosting the ball. They were here representing the Emperor and Empress of Theao.

Rai was wearing a semi-formal red dress with a black mantle fringed with white fur. Oran wore a silken suit that was of a deep, almost black, blue and an blood red shirt.

Rai was a member of the MEA while Oran was a member of the MEI and both well suited for these forms of functions.

Understand the only reason for this security is that there have been attempts on the lives of the Imperial Family before.

((OOC: Depending on the future status of "The Winter Ball" thread, rather it dies or not, depends on Isabella's status here. If Winter Ball is dead, then I will continue to use her here. If not, then I will replace here with another character.))

IC:

Stewardess Isabella Reinhard will be honored to attend. She can appear in one of these attires:

1)Her Imperial Navy uniform. It is made out of cotton, and is mainly white with black and blue areas. As she is Grand Admiral of the Navy, it also includes several medals.

2)Her Imperial Army uniform, which is also made out of cotton. It is mainly black, but there are some gray and white areas. Again, this has several medals.

3)How ever, as both of these uniforms include leather gloves and boots, it may be impossible for her to wear these. She can also appear in a long, black dress that stretches to her ankles. She will also have normal high-heeled shoes and silk gloves that stretch to her elbows in this.

Now which of these would you prefer our honored Stewardess to attend in?

To Tocrowkia: Any outfit, as we have said, is perfectly acceptable. We appreciate the consideration the emmisiaries are showing by agreeing to our admittedly unusual cultural sensitivity-it is a long and archaic tradition whose breaking would not bode well with more conservative elements of society here.
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King Eknath and Queen Lavanya warmly greeted the Viscount and Viscountess. They were happy to be able to spend time with a small group rather than the hundreds of people they were expecting the following day.
"Please, join us at the table," Lavanya said, motioning at an oak table covered in a vermillion tablecloth and with a large, antique candelabra at the center. Steaming noodles, curries, meats and several fish sat picture perfect on silver platters.

"Thank you." Rai said as she and her husband took a seat at the table.
"The food smells quite delicious." Oran commented

"Oh, thank you! Everything here is made with fresh produce, and we count it as a point of pride that every ingredient if possible is made right here. Our nation has a godd agricultural sector, but our most valuable crops are our spices. Do you think your nation might be willing to trade for them?" She inquired politely.

To Tocrowkia: Any outfit, as we have said, is perfectly acceptable. We appreciate the consideration the emmisiaries are showing by agreeing to our admittedly unusual cultural sensitivity-it is a long and archaic tradition whose breaking would not bode well with more conservative elements of society here.
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Very well. Isabella will appear in the dress. She will also be escorted by three of Assairs Guard SpecOps for her protection, both armed with Glock 9mm's and throwing knives.

"Quite possibly, it depends on whether there is a demand for them of course." Rai replied

"Wonderful!" The king proclaimed, "Now please, if you will, tell us of your country, I'm sorry to say we've grown quite isolated the last few centuries."

((OOC: If you don't mind me asking, when is the IC tommorow going to come around?))

OOC: Sorry, You're right, so...*speed up*
IC: After a wonderful night spent talking with the Viscount and Viscountess, the king and queen felt ready to host the large ball. They stood at the entrance to the palatial ball room, decorated to a T, and waited expectantly. The Queen looked elegant in an azure saari with a large sapphire necklace in addition to her tiara. The King, meanwhile, was looking sharp in an expensive black suit and sport jacket, with a yellow gold circlet about his head. It was time.
"Guards, open the doors!"

"Well Theao is a constitutional monarchy, governed by a council with the executive is the Emperor/ress, King/Queen or Prince/ss depending on their status. The majority of foods are grown subsurface in vast hydroponic gardens and electricity is one of the greatest resources as there is only minimal requirements for fossile fuels." Rai replied, "Do you have any specific areas of questions you wish to get into?"

The air shimmered, a high-pitched whine, barely audible, filled the room. The guards appeared first, stepping out of what appeared to be a fog-filled oval. Following them was the representative of the Xeraphian Empire, Lord Sethanis, King of the Borderlands of Black Shadows.

The TransBeam dispersed, leaving the Xeraphians alone in the room. It was night-time, and the torches on the walls of the room provided little light.

" Well, gentlemen, it seems we're a bit early. They evidently were not expecting us until tomorrow."

The two guards remained silent. They were not expected to speak until they were asked to. They were Knights of the Royal Xeraphian Marines. There were only 25 of them in the Empire. They were trained almost from birth to accompany and protect the rulers of the Empire: Sethanis, King Ricala of Auralinia, and Prince Vlad, Regent of The Grey Phoenix. The Emperor himself, Alaric Tan'it, has his own peculiar brand of bodyguards, the Brujah. The Brujah carried no weapons, but a simple touch of their claws caused every orifice of the body to gush blood, ending a life with the most excruciating pain a human being could imagine.

The Knights were clad in their usual battle-dress: dark grey Kevlar II breast plates, leg and arm shields, and black lion-hide boots. Their heads were covered with a tight-fitting helmet, the visor of which was currently down, a flat-black affair reflecting no light. Their sidearms hung from their right hip, their black Katana swords slung across their backs.

Sethanis himself presented a somber figure. Black velvet tunic, black canvas trousers, black lion-hide boots, and a black floor length cape completed his outfit. A Glock 9mm pistol sat under his left arm, a Katana in it's sheath on his left hip.

His platinum-white shoulder-length hair was held in place by a simple band of gold, indicating his status, his chin-beard close-cropped. His ice-blue eyes scanned the room.

I wonder where everybody is?, he thought............

Isabella and her guards walked casualy through the open doors, looking for any form of greeting or welcome before they continued.

After the dinner the Pellers retired for the night and had there been spy-eyes in the room, then those watching would have gotten an eyeful.

The next day, in fresh, but identical clothes, they showed up for the ball when it was to start.

The King stepped forward to greet the strange new guests. "Welcome, all of you, to our humble kingdom. We hope you will enjoy your stay. Now, join us inside. The festivities begin shortly!"

Ria and Oran were already inside the ball room, having received their welcome the prior day. They watched those enter and wondered what the ball would be like.

The king, a tad of a technology junkie, was quite excited about the foreign technology he had installed in the room: an LED screen covering the entire floor attatched to surround-sound speakers. Boy, will they be suprised, he thought playfully.
He turned the system on. The room went quiet as the floor morphed before their eyes into a rolling ocean below them, and the sounds of the sea filled their ears.

Oran was somewhat shocked, while Rai wasn't as one of her girlfriends happened to have a 'holo' room which was much like this one.

Now the entertainment began. Several lithe men and women entered the room, clother in flowing white robes. Their arms swaying wildly, they began the exotic Tarangambadian "Dance of the seven gulls".

Once he'd been assured by his wife, and the fact that everything was still in place that the floor remained, he paid attention to the dance as he was a skilled dancer and enjoyed watching others dance almost as much as he did dancing himself.

The King stepped forward to greet the strange new guests. "Welcome, all of you, to our humble kingdom. We hope you will enjoy your stay. Now, join us inside. The festivities begin shortly!"


Sethanis bowed to the King and said, " I thank you for your generosity, your majesty. May I apologise for arriving too early. Prince Vlad warned me of your propensity for graciousness. I see that he was not exaggerating."

Sethanis glanced around, noted the beauty of his surroundings, and said, " Tarangambadi....surely a different name for a kingdom. Is there a particular meaning to it?"

Isabella was impressed, but not shocked. She her self was somewhat of a tech junky. She began to walk around and speak with the other guests in the interest of being polite.

Field Marshall Hallget tapped the taxi driver on the shoulder. "So how exactly do I get into this palace?"
"Never been there. Ask the guards."
It might seem strange that he was taking a taxi, but he was extremely scared of assination.
"Wow. Thats imposing. He looked up as the palace came into view. He had spent the last three months in a fortified bunker, and now, he thought with a grin, he was going to spend some time without a gasmask, having a little bit of fun. Of course, his trench grown sensibilities produced a unique, somewhat chaotic definition of fun.

He jumped from the taxi.
"Hey, you. Which way to the ballroom entrance. The biggest one."

Oran was involved in two tasks at present, memorizing and analyzing the dance, as well as continually testing to ensure that the floor was still there. While intellectually he knew it had to be, emotionally he couldn't quite convince himself that he wasn't about to plunge into the water, and for a poor swimmer, that's something to be concerned about.

Meanwhile Rai, much more adapt that her husband both in the water and in dealing with techy stuff, decided to socialize and headed over to the other guests.

Isabella accidently bumped into Rai while she was walking around.

"Oops, excuse me."

She said almost instantly.

"My mistake entirely." Rai said by way of apology as well as she hadn't been paying close attentio to her surroundings.

"Allow me to introduce my self. I am Isabella Reinhard, Stewardess of the Tocrowkian Reich. Your self?"

"Viscountess Rai Peller of Theao, and if I'm not mistaken, sometime back a Prince of Theao married a Princess of Tocrowkia." She replied

"Ah yes, Princess Veronica Emmerich. I remember."

"Yes that's the one, so how is Tocrowkia doing now?" Rai asked

"Fairly well. We've come under attack from terrorist groups lately, but they have stopped recently. And we are expecting are third billionth citizen before the month is out."

"That's good, thought I'm sorry to hear about the terrorists." Rai replied "I wonder who the lucky, or unlucky mother will be."

"As do I. But she would be lucky, as she would receive 30 Million USD, or twenty Million Assairugrad's as a reward. So, where is your date for this ball?"

"He's over there studying the dancers, that and trying to avoid falling throught the floor. My dear sweet husband is a bit a poor swimmer as well a wee bit scared of heights." Rai said with a smile.

"I see. Well it's a good thing this isn't taking place in the Imperial Palace back in Tocrowkia."

"Oh?" She asked, wondering what Isabella was refering to.

ooc: Last post for the night(Shouldn't have stayed up so late as I have an my economics final in less than 6 hours)

Lord Sethanis and his crew raised more than a few eyebrows as they entered the ballroom. Among the gaily clad partyers, they stood out like a sore thumb in their somber garb.

Sethanis bade his guards stand by the door, and began to mingle among the guests. He didn't recognize any of them right away. He doubted that any of these nations were allied to Xeraph, as most of them were younger nations.

He grabbed a drink off of one of the strolling waiter's tray, and as he sipped at it, saw a beautiful woman across the room.

Well, he thought, things are looking up............

"The Imperial Palace has a room similar to this. Only instead of an ocean, the screens would show an aerial view of our nation, or the view of looking down a cliff at one of our cities.”

"Ah." She replied, "The royal family has a large room that can make it appear as if your almost anywhere in the world, thought that's neither here nor now."

"I see. Well, it's been a pleasure. I believe I will talk to some of the other guests. If you want to continue this conversation later, come to my table."

Isabella said, deciding the man that had just entered the room would be her "best bet" of sorts to mingle with.

"Well, see you around." Rai commented as Isabella went off to mingle with others.

Hallget looked up at the doors, muttering unfamiliar territory doctorines under his breath. He knocked, three times, then entered.

"Upon creating a substantial breach and securing it, seek out vital targets and take and hold them." He scanned the floor for the biggest conversation, the hosting couple, and the snack-tray. Having detected the third, and taking a generous share, he took a deep breath, and plunged into the first.

Ambassador Perciack walked in the room with a dark blue suit and a serious look on his face. He was young, only in his late 30s-early 40s. His neat blonde hair always tood out in a crowd. Behind him marched 2nd Lt. Mathew Marcinick in a regulation black Military Police uniforum with his SA-80 held close to his chest. Marcinick said with a slight grin. "Please welcome Mister Edwin Perciack, repersenting the intrests of Prime Minister Mevoriagan Pierce and the Thergonese parliment.

Sethanis bowed to the King and said, " I thank you for your generosity, your majesty. May I apologise for arriving too early. Prince Vlad warned me of your propensity for graciousness. I see that he was not exaggerating."

Sethanis glanced around, noted the beauty of his surroundings, and said, " Tarangambadi....surely a different name for a kingdom. Is there a particular meaning to it?"
Yes, there is! Our first settlers here were from southern India. The name of the kingdom means "place of the singing waves" in Tamil. A raher pretty name if you ask me.

Lord Sethanis and his crew raised more than a few eyebrows as they entered the ballroom. Among the gaily clad partyers, they stood out like a sore thumb in their somber garb.
Ambassador Perciack walked in the room with a dark blue suit and a serious look on his face. He was young, only in his late 30s-early 40s. His neat blonde hair always tood out in a crowd. Behind him marched 2nd Lt. Mathew Marcinick in a regulation black Military Police uniforum with his SA-80 held close to his chest. Marcinick said with a slight grin. "Please welcome Mister Edwin Perciack, repersenting the intrests of Prime Minister Mevoriagan Pierce and the Thergonese parliment.

"Welcome, welcome to our kingdom," the king announced, "I hope your ride was swift and your accomadations to your liking? Might I ask the reason for you drab dress Lord Sethanis?"

"I see. Well, it's been a pleasure. I believe I will talk to some of the other guests. If you want to continue this conversation later, come to my table."

Isabella said, deciding the man that had just entered the room would be her "best bet" of sorts to mingle with.


Sethanis ambled over to the dais where a quartet was playing something vaguely akin to Pachelbel's "Canon", pretended to listen for a minute, and then turned to the woman.

" A rather good rendition of the old piece, eh, m'lady?"

"Welcome, welcome to our kingdom," the king announced, "I hope your ride was swift and your accomadations to your liking? Might I ask the reason for you drab dress Lord Sethanis?"


Sethanis gave the king a short bow. " Actually, your Majesty, this is a rather festive outfit for us of the Empire. We usually dress in a much more utilitarian fashion, always ready for battle. I feel a bit naked without all of my weapons," he said as he absently patted his pistol in it's holster. " In the Empire, all citizens over the age of 16 are required to be armed at all times. Admittedly, there is an extremely small chance that we would ever be invaded. But some traditions die hard. We of the House of Tanith fought long and hard for the Empire as it is today, and perpetual vigilance is part of our makeup."

Mr. Periack walked over to the king, he turned to his guard. "Go enjoy yourself Matt...I'm sure your secuirty isn't needed."

"Okay." He said plainly. The Lt. put his SA-80 on a hook in the back of his unifourm. Then Edwin turned to the king,

"You may have head Thergo has been facing difficult times. Besides the Hispanic extreamist try to take away 1/4 of our population, there has been a terrible and destructive hurricane. Also, we have had the Libretarian Alcabias Alkemendois impeached for his inactions during the invasion of Honu. Parliment was still decideding weather the war should happen but the Prime Minister forged documents to the General of the Navy and the General of the Army to make it look like they were clear to invade.

Now the new prime minister, Mevoriagan Pierce of the Workers Party, assures a peacful solution to Thergo's conflict. But I am here today because a destroyed country that almost started a civil war cannot work this out by themself.

Sethanis ambled over to the dais where a quartet was playing something vaguely akin to Pachelbel's "Canon", pretended to listen for a minute, and then turned to the woman.

" A rather good rendition of the old piece, eh, m'lady?"


"Yes, it is. And greetings. Isabella Reinhard of Tocrowkia. Your self?"

"Yes, it is. And greetings. Isabella Reinhard of Tocrowkia. Your self?"


Sethanis held out his hand as if to shake hers. When she grasped his, he quickly but gently brought her hand to his lips. A kiss of respect and admiration.

" M'lady Reinhard, I am Sethanis Tanith, of the Borderlands of Black Shadows. I am very pleased to make your aquaintance."

She smiled.

"And I'm charmed to meet you, Sethanis."

Hallget continued his vaguely defined wondering, doing his very best not to look down, trying to believe his feet and his brain, not his eyes.
"Identify prime target."
He finally spotted a man who looked like he must be the king, and walked over.
"Hello, my name is Field Marshall Hallget. I'm from Boozia. Pleased to make your aquiantance. Now, I hope it's not too much to ask you to change the floor into something more... more defined?"

She smiled.

"And I'm charmed to meet you, Sethanis."


The King of Black Shadows looked quickly around and said, " Quite the little shindig they have going on here. We in the Empire don't get to indulge ourselves all that often in the festivities of other nations. The Emperor rarely accepts invitations to non-military gatherings, and has held only one state dinner in Xeraph. And that one was 63 years ago. Oh, by the way, congratulations on the three-billionth citizen born in your country yesterday. Quite a milestone."

He sidled up to her and whispered, " Is it my imagination, or are people staring at us? Do you think it's that we're both dressed in black? Or perhaps that we make such a stunning couple?"

"Hello, my name is Field Marshall Hallget. I'm from Boozia. Pleased to make your aquiantance. Now, I hope it's not too much to ask you to change the floor into something more... more defined?"
"Certainly," the king said with a glimmer in his eye. He pressed a few buttons on the wall, and the walls and floors changed color, getting bighter and brighter, until it appeared the room was a glass box surrounded by hot lava.
"Better?" he chuckled.

Edwin chuckled at the new appearance of the room.

"King. What I want today...besides go to a political ball that doesn't suck...is get our nation aide. I don't know what climate you have here or nothing of your nation so I don't know if you can relate to our issues. But we're facing the double-whammy problem of reparing billions of dollers in damage from a hurricane that broke all previous records, and a milita group that seeks to give independance to the provinces of Honu and Augistino, home to a fourth of our population, under the regiem of a criminal. "

The King of Black Shadows looked quickly around and said, " Quite the little shindig they have going on here. We in the Empire don't get to indulge ourselves all that often in the festivities of other nations. The Emperor rarely accepts invitations to non-military gatherings, and has held only one state dinner in Xeraph. And that one was 63 years ago. Oh, by the way, congratulations on the three-billionth citizen born in your country yesterday. Quite a milestone."

He sidled up to her and whispered, " Is it my imagination, or are people staring at us? Do you think it's that we're both dressed in black? Or perhaps that we make such a stunning couple?"

"I don't know, it could be one or the other. But I'd prefer to think it's the later."

She replied, still grinning.

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"I don't know, it could be one or the other. But I'd prefer to think it's the later."

She replied, still grinning.


" As would I", he said. He extended his hand. " Care to dance, m'lady?"

She took his hand.

"I'd love to."

The pair danced almost every dance, pausing only to catch their breath and have a cold drink. After several hours, Sethanis held up his hands and said, " Enough, m'lady. You are wearing me out. I'm getting rather old for all this merriment. Let's sit out a few dances, alright?"

Still smiling brightly, she nodded in agreement, though she did so a bit begrudgingly.

"Alright."

She said, taking a seat near him.

Sethanis pulled out a chair, waited for the Stewardess of Tocrowkia to be seated, then sat down himself. " M'lady Isabella, I haven't had this much fun in years....decades perhaps. There hasn't been much time for having fun, especially lately." A shadow crossed his face and he looked almost pained. " Forgive me, m'lady. The news from the capitol is not good. I may have to cut my visit here short."

The smile on her face was wiped away almost instantly. With a sigh, she responded.

"I understand."

Edwin chuckled at the new appearance of the room.

"King. What I want today...besides go to a political ball that doesn't suck...is get our nation aide. I don't know what climate you have here or nothing of your nation so I don't know if you can relate to our issues. But we're facing the double-whammy problem of reparing billions of dollers in damage from a hurricane that broke all previous records, and a milita group that seeks to give independance to the provinces of Honu and Augistino, home to a fourth of our population, under the regiem of a criminal. "
"Our nation is blessed with bountiful fields, teeming seas and a comfortable Mediterranean climate. we do get bad storms in the winter though. Certainly, the people of our nation empathise with your hardship. We cannot help with your rebellion, but something can be done about the storm. Let me think for a moment."
The queen butted in, "You know, our nation does have a sizable prefabricated housing industry. I could show you some of the apartment buildings hey have produced, very light and comfortable, with all necessary plumming, wiring etc., and they require a small team and mere days to set up. we could probably build enough housing for several hundred people given two weeks, some cherry pickers and a team 0f 40 or so. How's that?"

OOC: That prefab housing sounds exaggerated, but it's really nice looking Polish-designed housing being used in London today. LINK in case you're interested...pretty neat! (http://www.hyde-housing.co.uk/corporate/buma/whatsystemoffers.asp)

Sethanis looked down again. His commbug had informed him that somehting was amiss in Elyria-Lorain, Black Shadows new ally. He glanced at Isabella, who was no longer smiling.

" Forgive me, m'lady, but duty calls." He motioned to the Marine Knights. " I must get to Xeraph and then Elyria-Lorain ASAP. Evidently, there's some sort of attack beginning. If you'll excuse me?"

He stood, and with his guards on either side of him, disappeared into the bluish oval that was the TransBeam..........

Isabella closed her eyes and looked down at the floor, and let out a soft sigh of defeat. The joy she felt earlier was gone, and so was the man that brought it. She wished that what was going would simply cease and he would come back, but she knew he would not.

"Thank you... very much," said Hallget, and shut his eyes too think.
"It's not real, it's just a clever trick, and even if it was you would be fine," said his brain. "I can feel stone," said his feet. "Arrrrrgh!," said his eyes. He looked up, opened them, and started off again.

Isabella closed her eyes and looked down at the floor, and let out a soft sigh of defeat. The joy she felt earlier was gone, and so was the man that brought it. She wished that what was going would simply cease and he would come back, but she knew he would not.


A tall slender butler hurried up to the Stewardess, a slip of glowing paper in his hand. On the paper was a scarlet "X", and below the "X" was the monogram "ST", which stood for Sethanis Taniti.

As Isabella held the note, she could feel his presence. She opened the paper, and read, a smile slowly returning to her face.

She read the note twice more, and held it between her hands, staring straight ahead, smiling.

" Does m'lady want to answer in return?", the butler asked.

" No, thank you. Not right now. Perhaps later."

" As you wish, madam."

"Our nation is blessed with bountiful fields, teeming seas and a comfortable Mediterranean climate. we do get bad storms in the winter though. Certainly, the people of our nation empathise with your hardship. We cannot help with your rebellion, but something can be done about the storm. Let me think for a moment."
The queen butted in, "You know, our nation does have a sizable prefabricated housing industry. I could show you some of the apartment buildings hey have produced, very light and comfortable, with all necessary plumming, wiring etc., and they require a small team and mere days to set up. we could probably build enough housing for several hundred people given two weeks, some cherry pickers and a team 0f 40 or so. How's that?"

OOC: That prefab housing sounds exaggerated, but it's really nice looking Polish-designed housing being used in London today. LINK in case you're interested...pretty neat! (http://www.hyde-housing.co.uk/corporate/buma/whatsystemoffers.asp)

"That's one of the best offers we've heard. We've got pleanty of money but your the first nation that offered materials. We'll be glad to pay whatever you need in return."

A tall slender butler hurried up to the Stewardess, a slip of glowing paper in his hand. On the paper was a scarlet "X", and below the "X" was the monogram "ST", which stood for Sethanis Taniti.

As Isabella held the note, she could feel his presence. She opened the paper, and read, a smile slowly returning to her face.

She read the note twice more, and held it between her hands, staring straight ahead, smiling.

" Does m'lady want to answer in return?", the butler asked.

" No, thank you. Not right now. Perhaps later."

" As you wish, madam."

((OOC: Don't know exactly how to reply to this. >_>))

((OOC: Don't know exactly how to reply to this. >_>))


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After a minute more, Isabella got up and walked to the host of the ball.

"Thank you for having me, I've had a wonderful time here. But the business of the Reich calls me once more. I hope to see you again some day."

She then turned on her heel and began walking toward the door. She still held the letter in hand, trying to keep it hidden from her guards. They caught up to her just as she left through the door, and out to the waiting limo.

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