NationStates Jolt Archive

Muhammad was in a trance. Insence filled teh roomand it was complete silence, complete peace. The dimmed lights were just at the right setting to give the room a sense of equilibrium. Muhammad breathed in deeply and let it out. He was slowly returning to our world.

And then the phone rang.
"Oh, dammit!" he cursed as he picked it up.
"Hello?" he asked much more calmly than he was just a second ago.
"Oh, she is? All right, I'll be there in two minutes."
Muhammad slipped into his robes and walked down the stairs. He was a bit eager to meet his date. He had concentrated much of his life in reaching Elightenment he put little time for romance, but he understood the worth of intermarrying between Royal Families. His brothers were already courting someone, so he knew that he could not stay behind them, or they would never leave him alone about it.

He walked down the stairs, allowing his senses to absorb everything in the room. He smellled his roommate and last night's meal still lingering in the air. He rushed down the penthouse stairs until he was at the lobby, where Yulka Rohannes was standing, waiting for him patiently.
"Yulka, I presume?" he said as he entered the room.

Bump

Yulka was dressed in a simple dress, bearing a small seal of the Royal Court. The dress fit tight upon her slender body. Her short frame was dwarfed by the tall Muhammed, who seemed to be in a far off place.

"It seems that I may have interrupted your meditation, if you would like I will wait here while you finish, I know that I would be angry if that happened to me."

"The deed is done, only more harm can be done if I go back. A cup of coffee will have me back on my feet," Muhammad told her as he walked into the small kitchen.
"Would you care for a cup?"

"Oh, yes I would," replied Yulka, "Thank you." She could see that Muhammed was checking out her body, and it was beginning to make her feel a little uncomfortable.

She decided to bring up the subject of the Little Indian war, "If you were not aware, my land is at war with our neighbor Little India, over there claims on the Kingdom of Protea, a realm that is populated with native Vietnamexicans. In fact, this is one of the primary reasons that I have come here. To seek aid for the effort to take back our lands."

OOC: Not a good topic for a first date with a foreign leader. Especially a devout Buddhist like Muhammad.
IC:
"Yes, I see your predicament. Willink is the home of many Equanites, as Green Sun is the home of many Willinkians. We have deployed one of our fleets to aid Willink in silencing the Communist rebels there. But personally I am against all violence. Iw ill, however, relay your concerns to the Emperor. His mother had tried to establish relations with Vietnamexico before, but the talks never did come. I'm sure that if he doesn't take any military action, my brother, Ali, will spend fortunes to help your war effort."
Muhammad sipped his coffee.
"My apologies on where my eyes go. I was a bit of a bully as a young one and even after I grew out of my paranoia I never grew out of the habit of sizing people up when I first meet them."