NationStates Jolt Archive

The Generalissimo was dressed in his trademark military attire (wasn't he always?), sitting on his throne, repeatedly glancing at his watch and waiting patiently for his friends to arrive. Christine sat on his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. He checked his watch again.

A small Learjet, meanwhile, was flying into RB Airspace. Onboard were Kimiko Ayasugi Moua, Karl von Esling, Jake Featherston IV, and Linda Stuart. They were talking, and having fun, dishing out dirt on others, and generally swapping old war stories (yes, even Kimiko has some of those, from her early RALM days).

Kimiko said, "Ya hear about those Pwnage hicks!? Bastards have gone bonkers, allowing unlimited freedom! At least they like anime, but not enough."

Karl scoffed, as Kimiko laughed heartily, "Pheh. An example of modern society gone wrong. What did I say? I have foretold this in many of my books, that society is only now concerned about the trivial, and the lower classes can't run themselves. Anarchy. Pheh."

Waving his hand, he said, "I'd like to see the whole world covered in RALM Gray."

Jake chimed, "Wouldn't we all? And Karl, don't be dour! We'll be meeting my daddy-in-law, J.L., only one of the best friends we have."

Karl said, "Well fine. Still, I think it is the cabin fever talking. No war makes me itchy."

Linda said, "Here here."

Kimiko then said, "Gentlemen, Jakey boy is right! We must keep in good spirits! J.L., our Benefactor, would hate to see us angry at one another!"

Karl said, "If only Count JWolf was not there. And Tidus."

Jake said, "Here here! That bastard JWolf owes me a rematch for Angola."

Linda said, "Here here, he put up a good fight. I'd like to meet him once more."

Kimiko said, "He does, but not now. Maybe later. For now, we will behave. And if he is here, surely J.L. must take some stock in him, no matter how unusual we think it is. We must learn to put the past aside, at least for now."

Karl said, "Fine. But frankly, you haven't been doing so well yourself. The movement is losing ground in Upper Xen. Lew is gaining it."

Kimiko said, "Then we fix this. He won't get us, hell, being the way he is, he won't do a damned thing, that paper tiger. He'll sit there, and let poor widdle me do my thing."

Jake said, "Touché. Still, I'd say be careful."

Kimiko said, "But of course. Ooh! We're close!"

The GPS said the Learjet was close to RB Airspace. At that, Kimiko radioed the RB Command personally-

"RB Command, this is K.A. Moua. I have Mr. Esling and Mr. Featherston here with me. Requesting permission to enter."

OOC: True, Transylvania. We'll be civil. Seriously, can't get spanked like in Angola again, now, can I?

Reposted from other thread, for relevancy.

OOC: I am assuming christine is a dog......

snip

"Permission granted, over and out."

OOC: I am assuming christine is a dog......

{OOC: Nope, the fiancee'. Good guess, though.}

OOC: slams head into desk....... Cries and says " man I never get anything right...."

Shaun had just landed at RB City. Shaun was dresed in his best suit (that fully hid his SHT9 and IMP-2) and called for a taxi.


"take me to JL Palace Please" Shaun asked.

The Taxi drive was shocked to see the Marsal sitting in his cab.


"Ye... Y... YES SIR COMMANDER SIR!"

"ah man..."

"Y-Y-Y-Yes, sir!"

The taxi roared off. "So, going to the you-know-what, Marshal?"

"ah yes. Althow I cant understand why he is bothing with all this crap... ahh I guess all never understand him" Shaun said with a sigh.

"ah but then thats papa JL I guess..." said the Cab Driver

"ahah you got that right" Then shaun said to himself "Papa?? god damn man I dont know if thats funny or scary"

After five hours in the sky, the Count’s private black Boeing Business jet (http://www.boeing.com/commercial/bbj/html/index_html.html) lands at the air stripes at the Dominion’s military base in Roach-Busters. This private jets were beautiful thing and a few mouths old. It had anything a sadist manic would need in the sky. Many types of liquor at the bar. A PS2 and a XBOX 360 in each room. And it had a private bedroom.

As the stair were set up, a soldier exited through the door. He was wearing Transylvanian body armor in shadow gray and black. A MP-2 Eviscerator SMG in his right hand and an end of a leash in his left hand. A full grown brown male pitbull on the other end of the leash. Another soldier like the first one came down the stairs. Each of them had what looked like a Pirate Cutlass on their backs.

The next two soldiers came out in same type of Transylvanian body armor but were armed with AR-56 assault rifles. They moved next to K-9 soldiers.

Was the Count coming out next? Nope, he would come out after the next person. Colonel Ronald Dawson (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Dawson.jpg) step out and took a big breath of fresh air. The sun bounding off of his head as he scanned the base. He was wearing his dress uniform (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DDU.jpg), it was the same as any other Dominion officers uniform. But his uniform had his rank on arms, his medals he had got and those wicked blades at his back under his coat. He had his PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol in hostler on his right legs. He steps down the stair, waiting for his lord to get off the plane.

Then the Count stepped out of the plane, wearing his normal clothes. Does he have any other type of clothes? Yes, he does but he like those clothes more.

The Count and the Colonel got in the back of black armored limo as the Black Wolf soldiers (Counting the K9 ones) got into a black hummer with K9 in gray letter in the back side windows. The two vehicles head towards J.L. estate.

OOC: RALM, the Count would like peace over anything else. Can’t have an enemy that is an ally’s ally.

The cab driver chuckled heartily. "Well, we should be there soon, Marshal. Btw, I heard you had a date recently. How'd it go? Heard she had big ones, if you know what I mean." He offered Shaun a sardonic grin.

The Generalissimo peered at the massive screen before him, which showed, via satellite, a close-up of the Count's vehicle approaching the estate. He smiled, excited to see his old friend. He ordered a butler: "Get some fresh necks ready. The Count's on his way."

The butler raised an inquiring eyebrow.

"Just kidding, geez, take a joke. Seriously, though, get some drinks ready."

" A gentleman never kisses and tells! but then im no Gentleman hahahah so ya you damn right " Shaun said with a huge toothy grin

and with that they arived at the frount gate and shaun steped to the door to be let in.

"Wait, Marshal!"

The driver quickly whipped out a notepad and a pen. "An autograph, please!"

As Shaun signed, the driver whistled and pointed. "Holy moly, lookit that!"

Shaun by pure instint whiped out both is his guns and fliped awround ready to fight.

-snip-

The limo and hummer pulled through the estate’s gate, both vehicles were cleared to enter. After stopping at the front door, Colonel Dawson got out the limo first. The K9 soldiers got out next and head towards the limo with the brown pitbulls.

The God-Emperor Count JWolf got out of the limo, he smiled as he looked at the dogs. He was in his normal clothes with his Samurai sword on his back. A sword that older then everybody at this weddings but the Count. The limo and the hummer head towards the area to park, the other two soldiers would guard the vehicles.

“Colonel, your buddy will maybe be here.” said the Count. “Linda Stuart, I think that is her name. A RALM follower.”

“Yes, it is, milord.” said the Colonel.

The Count smiled again as he entered through the front door. Dawson and the K9 soldiers followed him.

Shaun turned and saw his current flame, the extremely beautiful Asami Fusegi (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/Roach-Busters/Asami3.jpg), looking ravishing in a black dress she had sewn herself, just to impress him.

"Ahhh, Shaun, vhat a pleasure it is to see you again," she said, and embraced him, giving him a light kiss on the lips.

The driver, wearing a smile so wide and idiotic as to be comical, staggered over to them, transfixed by the enormity of what brushed against the Marshal's chest.

" 'Scuse me, ma'am," he said, tipping his hat. "What size is your br...br...br..oh, you know..." He was perspiring severely.

She smacked him across the face. His head flew back, bloody spittle dripping down his chain. He lay sprawled against the taxi, groaning. Without another word, he climbed into the taxi and sped off, shaking his head.

"So, Shaun, how have you been?" Asasmi asked, smiling.

Shaun with both guns still in his hands tried quicked to hid the fact he was heavly armed.


"oh im fine, glad to be here" shaun said with a smile

"lets head in"

As the two headed for the entrance, with Asami nuzzling against Shaun, the Marshal heard a familiar voice say, "Marshal Churchman? Long time no see!"

The Marshal turned and saw two soldiers.

"Remember us?"

"Damn Herntic and Davis!? damn you made it! you Guard the palace now? good work you two. I know you would make it!" Shaun said with pride in his voice.

The Generalissimo stepped out to greet his guests. "Ahhh, Count JWolf, Marshal Churchman, everyone, thank you for coming!" he said, smiling broadly. He gave each guest a very firm, manly handshake. "Please, come in."

As they headed in, Asami asked, "Shaun, who vere those two soldiers you vere talking vith?"

“So…where do we wait?” asked the Count. The K9 soldiers had total controlled the pitbulls like they were trained killers because they were. These pitbulls were raised to be trained killers.

"ah just two solders I knew were going places" shaun said

"Ah, I see," she said, smiling.

The Generalissimo beamed at the sight of the two, seeming very wistful. "Ahhh, young love," he said, in a nostalgic, reminiscent tone. He turned to the Count, gave him an affectionate pat on the back. "Eh, Count?"

J.L. led them into the dining room, where waiters took their orders and a butler distributed cigars and lighters among the guests.

"You know, everyone, you are all more than welcome to spend the night here," J.L. said. "Shaun, I hope you don't mind sharing a room with Miss Fusegi? Alas, there is only one bed in that room..."

The waiter bowed his head, humbly. "What will you fine folks be having to drink?" he asked.

Shaun gave JL a looke basicly saying Mind? are you fucken insane? damn I love that set up.

The Generalissimo wore a particularly sadistic grin, as he asked, "So, Count, are those dogs as vicious as they look? I bet they're hungry. There are some newborn Shoobans out back, unguarded. Their parents are currently building a statue of my soon-to-be-wife, using only pebbles and rubber cement. I'm sure the dogs will enjoy 'playing' with the newborns."

Asami leaned over and whispered in Shaun's ear, "It vas my idea. The set up, I mean." She gave him a wink.

"well thats very good honey, one sec"

Shaun, looking angry walked up to JL and told him

"JL you know thats not very nice" in a almost demonic voice

The Generalissimo beamed at the sight of the two, seeming very wistful. "Ahhh, young love," he said, in a nostalgic, reminiscent tone. He turned to the Count, gave him an affectionate pat on the back. "Eh, Count?"

The Count just laughed at what J.L. said. He took a cigar and lit it. He took a couple of puffs as Dawson looked on. The K9 soldiers on both sides of the Count and Dawson in the back of men.

"You know, everyone, you are all more than welcome to spend the night here," J.L. said. "Shaun, I hope you don't mind sharing a room with Miss Fusegi? Alas, there is only one bed in that room..."

“I don’t know, if I will stay or what.” said the Count.

The waiter bowed his head, humbly. "What will you fine folks be having to drink?" he asked.

“I will take a pint of cougar’s blood mix in with red fox’s blood. And with four drops of rattlesnake’s venom add into it.” said the Count.

“Nothing from me.” said Dawson.

The Generalissimo wore a particularly sadistic grin, as he asked, "So, Count, are those dogs as vicious as they look? I bet they're hungry. There are some newborn Shoobans out back, unguarded. Their parents are currently building a statue of my soon-to-be-wife, using only pebbles and rubber cement. I'm sure the dogs will enjoy 'playing' with the newborns."

“Yes, they are vicious as they look.” said the Count. “But the Shooban meat would mess up their diet. They only eat things on their list. They are fine.” The pit bulls looked at J.L., daring him to mess with their Master.

“They ate on the plane.” added the Count.

J.L. laughed uproariously. "Shaun, Shaun, Shaun," he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "I don't do it because it's 'nice,' I do it because it's FUN!"

As soon as everyone received their drinks, J.L. turned to the Count. "What do you say? Want to give your dogs a nice snack?"

"ah man..."

Shaun sat back down to his pop.

"damn it..."

J.L. laughed uproariously. "Shaun, Shaun, Shaun," he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "I don't do it because it's 'nice,' I do it because it's FUN!"

As soon as everyone received their drinks, J.L. turned to the Count. "What do you say? Want to give your dogs a nice snack?"

“They ate on the plane.” said the Count as he took a drink of his blood cocktail. The two pitbulls changed from looking at J.L. to looking at Shaun. “Plus, Shooban meat is not something I want them to eat.”

J.L. shrugged. "Shaun, what's the big deal? They're just animals. Hell, not even animals. Calling them 'filthy, rancid beasts' would be flattering. You really ought to try hunting them sometime. It's quite fun. I'll demonstrate."

J.L. aimed at a four-year-old Shooban boy fifty feet away. The boy was scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush, then licking it off. J.L. pulled the trigger, and the boy's head disintegrated in a wet spurt of crimson. The decapitated boy, spraying brain tissue everywhere, ran amok, blindly, aimlessly. It took more than half a minute for him to "realize" he was dead, and he tumbled over, writhing in agony before the last of his life ebbed away.

"perhaps if you gave them a damn chance there would be alout better then you think. The doing quite well in Irondin the smartist one has a 105 IQ you know" Shaun said

“They ate on the plane.” said the Count as he took a drink of his blood cocktail. The two pitbulls changed from looking at J.L. to looking at Shaun. “Plus, Shooban meat is not something I want them to eat.”

J.L. chuckled. "Yeah, no kidding. It's about as hygienic as fifty-year-old expired limburger cheese smothered in festering mouse droppings. Ah well, could you at least let them 'play' with the newborns?"

"perhaps if you gave them a damn chance there would be alout better then you think. The doing quite well in Irondin the smartist one has a 105 IQ you know" Shaun said

J.L. laughed so hard he sounded like a female hyena screeching in pain from giving birth. "A Shooban with an I.Q. of 105? Christ, next time warn me before you enter your comedy routine. You could give me a heart attack!"

"no bull shit, we got the avr up too 75 so there you go"

J.L. chuckled. "Yeah, no kidding. It's about as hygienic as fifty-year-old expired limburger cheese smothered in festering mouse droppings. Ah well, could you at least let them 'play' with the newborns?"

“Then have your dogs play with them.” said the Count. “I’m not going to allow my trained animals to be…wasted because they played with some nasty Shooban babies.”

J.L. chuckled. "I'll believe it when I see it, Shaun."

He turned to the Count. "Excellent idea." To his butler: "Release the dogs."

"no bull shit, we got the avr up too 75 so there you go"

“You are lying your ass off, mister.” said the Count. He looked the man in the eyes. “Shoobans are dumb as hell. My people have tried to teach them how to read.”

“They messed that up big time. And what makes it bad, they were trying to read books a four-year old could read.” he added. “Sickly things.”

"ya you just keep on thinking that deadman." Shaun said

Shaun whent back to sit down at his table.

J.L. laughed. "The Count is right. Shoobans are so stupid, saying they have shits for brains would be a compliment."

A moment later, his dogs came in, dragging the bloody, mutilated carcasses of baby Shoobans.

"your loss your loss, so how when douse the cermony start?" shaun asked

"ya you just keep on thinking that deadman." Shaun said
“Watch what you said you me.” said the Count, a small hint of anger could be hear in his voice. “Or you will be the dead man.” The pitbulls started barking at Shaun after they hear the anger in the Count’s voice.

“Besänftigen Sie.*“said the Count. The pitbulls quieted down after hearing that.

*Translates from German, means Hush.

"As soon as the other guests arrive," J.L. said. "In the meantime, who wants to go hunting?"

"yes whatever there" said shaun to the count

"Nah JL im quite fine here I think all just relax here, it was long flight here" shaun said to JL

"Guys, please, don't fight," J.L. said. "Today's supposed to be a happy day."

The Count look at J.L. “Sure. No fighting from me.” He looked back over at Shaun. “J.L. saved you this time, next time you’re dead.” he said with a sadist smile.

“I’m here to relax, so me and Dawson will stay in here.” said the Count.

"just say away from me and we will be fine" Shaun said to JL

"Hehe you really think that dont you deadman? well the old take confurt in fantices, no harm done" He said to the Count.

OOC To The Transylvania: what parts of vampire lore do you use?

The Count just smiled at the man, his white fangs could be seen. He is a dumb one to mess with me. he said to himself.

He looked at J.L., “Who is this lady you are marrying again? Have I met her?” asked the Count.

OOC To The Transylvania: what parts of vampire lore do you use?

OOC: My own. The Count is the true vampire. The first vampire. A daywalker. He is ten thousand years old. And he does have his mutant powers and his weaknesses. Those weaknesses are for me to know and you to find out. His sons and daughters are the regular run-a-mill vampires with their mutant powers.

OOC: ok intresting.

OOC: ok intresting.

OOC: It is that. And Shaun would not last that long with the Count. Bad thing to piss him off, I say. No more OOC post from me.

The Count just smiled at the man, his white fangs could be seen. He is a dumb one to mess with me. he said to himself.

He looked at J.L., “Who is this lady you are marrying again? Have I met her?” asked the Count.

J.L. pointed to the gorgeous woman sitting on his lap. "Miss Christine Peralta." She waved shyly.

“Ain’t it bad luck to see your bride on your wedding day?” asked the Count.

“Ain’t it bad luck to see your bride on your wedding day?” asked the Count.

J.L. raised an eyebrow. "Hm? Who told you that?"

The LearJet carrying the RALM brass landed, and soon, they exited. Rinoa had baby Amelia in a stroller, Jake sauntered by proudly, occasionally playing with Amelia, Kimiko laughing at the sight, and Karl and Linda sighing. Linda, in particular, said, "Meeting JWolf's gonna give me nightmares."

Eventually, they hired a couple of taxis, and all of them got onboard, paying their drivers well to drive them to the "you-know-what."

Kimiko, meanwhile, during the trip, called J.L.'s palace, saying, "Generalissimo, I wanted to tell you that we made it safely. We're hiring a couple of cabs to carry our things and ourselves, just wanted to give you a heads-up."

J.L. raised an eyebrow. "Hm? Who told you that?"

"Everybody knows it." said the Count.

The LearJet carrying the RALM brass landed, and soon, they exited. Rinoa had baby Amelia in a stroller, Jake sauntered by proudly, occasionally playing with Amelia, Kimiko laughing at the sight, and Karl and Linda sighing. Linda, in particular, said, "Meeting JWolf's gonna give me nightmares."

Eventually, they hired a couple of taxis, and all of them got onboard, paying their drivers well to drive them to the "you-know-what."

Kimiko, meanwhile, during the trip, called J.L.'s palace, saying, "Generalissimo, I wanted to tell you that we made it safely. We're hiring a couple of cabs to carry our things and ourselves, just wanted to give you a heads-up."

"All right. Thanks for the heads-up, Mrs. Moua," he said. "By the way, I hope you're bringing the kids?"

*bump, just this once*

Shaun was walking about wating for it to all to start and asked JL

"Whats first? Marrage or Royalty?"

"The marriage, definitely," J.L. said, grinning. "I'd like nothing more than to make Christine the latest Mrs. Latimer."

"Well all righty then. good to know"

"So, who's hungry?" the Generalissimo asked. He turned to Shaun. "So, how was Mansetti's? I heard you really chowed down there."

"hmmm I would not think so, but then no one else would... oh well"

"Would you all like something to eat?" J.L. asked.

"ahh.. Im quite fine you know?"

"All right, then." J.L. ordered fettuccine alfredo, four lobster tails, two crab legs, a caeser salad, a platter of thirty jumbo shrimp, a glass of root beer, a glass of milk, a glass of egg nog, penne rigate with alfredo sauce, two slices of garlic toast, a large bowl of grapes, a large bowl of raspberries, a 20 ounce rare steak, a slice of French silk pie, a slice of candy cane cheesecake, and a slice of pumpkin cheesecake.

"heheh you trying to punk me out?"

"Nah, I always eat this much," J.L. said, rubbing his stomach in anticipation.

"All right. Thanks for the heads-up, Mrs. Moua," he said. "By the way, I hope you're bringing the kids?"

Kimiko simply said, "But of course, Generalissimo. The kids are alright."

OOC: I didn't actually bring Kimiko's kids...could we ICly assume they are there?

Kimiko simply said, "But of course, Generalissimo. The kids are alright."

OOC: I didn't actually bring Kimiko's kids...could we ICly assume they are there?

"Excellent, excellent," the Generalissimo said, beaming with great pleasure. "I look forward to seeing you all. Thank you."

He turned to the others and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Moua, my dear daughter Rinoa, and the others shall be hear soon."

"Excellent, excellent," the Generalissimo said, beaming with great pleasure. "I look forward to seeing you all. Thank you."

He turned to the others and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Moua, my dear daughter Rinoa, and the others shall be hear soon."

As it turned out, they arrived just in time. The RALM staff got out, and took their luggage with them, proceeding to the front of the palace, and flagging down a servant for help with their stuff. They only had a few overnight bags, and a suitcase with other goods, but it wouldn't do to lug them about.

Meanwhile, Kimiko told a servant, "Tell the Generalissimo we have arrived," and handed him a USD$50 bill.

"That won't be necessary," the Generalissimo said, walking over to them. He gave Kimiko, Karl, and President Featherston each a powerful handshake, a big hug for Rinoa, and a kiss on each cheek for little Amelia. "Welcome, everyone, and thank you for coming. Please join us in the dining room. We were just having a bite to eat."

He led the way.

"That won't be necessary," the Generalissimo said, walking over to them. He gave Kimiko, Karl, and President Featherston each a powerful handshake, a big hug for Rinoa, and a kiss on each cheek for little Amelia. "Welcome, everyone, and thank you for coming. Please join us in the dining room. We were just having a bite to eat."

He led the way.

Amelia laughed with joy, as infants are wont to do, and Kimiko and Karl replied with their own strong handshakes, as did Jake. Rinoa smiled, saying, "Good to see you, daddy," rounding out the displays of good cheer.

As they followed the Generalissimo to the dining room, Kimiko said, "Generalissimo, it is good to see you again. Hiding in a retreat in Mr. Featherston's Reunited States from the Pwnageites, the Pacitalians, and the cronies of the Gordon Lew Regime is good, but can get stifling after a while."

Jake then said, "I agree. I need to get out once in a while, and so does the wife and child. It's hard doing what I do."

Linda chimed in, "Same here."

The doors flew open as two Immortals stepped in, followed by two lines of chained Shoobans huddling in, some randomly beaten every so often by two other Immortals. Finally, the Shah stepped in, flanked by his daughter Farah. The Shah smiled a bit and then spoke, "My friend, It is so good to be here on such a happy day. I have heard your need for a wife for your son and your interest in my daughter."

"Ah, Shah Khosru!" the Generalissimo said, in extreme excitement. He gave the Shah an enthusiastic, vigorous handshake. "Thank you, thank you, for coming." He shook the Immortals' hands, as well. Gesturing toward a chair, he said, "Please, my friend, have a seat."

Smiling at Farah, he said, "You are truly a beautiful young woman. You look just like your mother." Tacho walked over. "Tacho, meet Farah. Farah, this is my son, Tacho." Tacho took her hand, held it to his lips, gently kissed it.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," he said.

A private jet, no doubt one of several, landed at the airport and disgourged is passangers; in this case Emperor Rick Kordo and his girl friend Sophie Hapsburg. They made their way to the so-to-be Kaiser's mansion and knocked on the door. They were running late, but hopeully not too late.

When Emperor Rick Kordo and his girlfriend entered, the Generalissimo stood and bowed. "Emperor Kordo," he said, grinning. "An honor to make your acquaintance. You look remarkably similar to your father. Please, have a seat. If you need anything, dont hesitate to tell a Shooban."

The RALMers sat at their seats, and admired their surroundings.

Linda noticed JWolf, and said, "Is that who I think it is?"

J.L. nodded. "Yes, that's Count JWolf. I hope you two aren't antagonists?"

J.L. nodded. "Yes, that's Count JWolf. I hope you two aren't antagonists?"

Linda then frowned and said, "His men captured me in a war in Angola with the regime of El Caudillo. The only time I have ever been captured. I both have a grudging respect and a seething resentment towards him. But, I won't let that boil over now, will I?"

"I see." J.L. nodded. "Now, what is El Caudillo like? Don't believe I've heard of them."

"I see." J.L. nodded. "Now, what is El Caudillo like? Don't believe I've heard of them."

Linda then said, "Basically, they are a now defunct regime, used to be the Portuguese Empire on steroids."

Jake then said, "That's not all. They were a moralistic society, banning more things than we or RB has. It matters not now, they are as Linda said, defunct."

J.L. grimaced. "Ugh. Sounds eerily similar to the former Fabus regime."

J.L. grimaced. "Ugh. Sounds eerily similar to the former Fabus regime."

Kimiko then said, "And just as stubborn."

Karl then noted, "And just as dangerous. It is good they are gone now."

Kimiko then chimed in, smiling, "Ah, that is good. Let us not dwell on the past. Let us focus on why we are here, no?"

"I agree," the Generalissimo said. "By the way, I have an interesting new game. Watch."

He left the table, picked up a Shooban baby, and then tied rope to each arm and leg. The Shooban's left arm was tied to a Rhodesian ridgeback on its right, the right arm was tied to a Rhodesian ridgeback on its left. Same for the legs.

J.L. clapped his hands, and the dogs ran off in different directions, twisting the baby's limbs as it screamed in agony, before ripping them off.

"I agree," the Generalissimo said. "By the way, I have an interesting new game. Watch."

He left the table, picked up a Shooban baby, and then tied rope to each arm and leg. The Shooban's left arm was tied to a Rhodesian ridgeback on its right, the right arm was tied to a Rhodesian ridgeback on its left. Same for the legs.

J.L. clapped his hands, and the dogs ran off in different directions, twisting the baby's limbs as it screamed in agony, before ripping them off.

Rinoa and Karl and Kimiko clapped, with Karl going, "What fun, Generalissimo! I haven't seen a Shooban demolished in a while."

Jake was a little less enthusiastic, as was Linda, but they wisely kept to themselves, and clapped along.

Kimiko then said, "So, what is on the menu?"

He turned to the others and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Moua, my dear daughter Rinoa, and the others shall be hear soon."

“Oh…I have not seen Rinoa in a long time.” said the Count. “It was at her wedding to…Jake.”

Then the RALM leaders came into to the dinning room, the Count had a huge smile as he looked at each of them (Karl, Kimiko, Jake). Dawson looked at Linda and smiled. She look better in ropes. said Dawson to himself.

The Count flanked by the K9 soldiers walked over towards them. Dawson following behind him. “El Caudillo, J.L., was one of my allies. When they fell, their European territories were took by the Dominion.” said the Count. “President Featherston, it is nice to see you again. The first time we met was at your wedding.” He offered his right hand to Jake.

“I would like you, Kimiko, and Karl later.” said the Count. Dawson stood in the back behind the Count's right side and Linda could see him the best.

OOC: Dawson is the one that she talked to.

“Oh…I have not seen Rinoa in a long time.” said the Count. “It was at her wedding to…Jake.”

Then the RALM leaders came into to the dinning room, the Count had a huge smile as he looked at each of them (Karl, Kimiko, Jake). Dawson looked at Linda and smiled. She look better in ropes. said Dawson to himself.

The Count flanked by the K9 soldiers walked over towards them. Dawson following behind him. “El Caudillo, J.L., was one of my allies. When they fell, their European territories were took by the Dominion.” said the Count. “President Featherston, it is nice to see you again. The first time we met was at your wedding.” He offered his right hand to Jake.

“I would like you, Kimiko, and Karl later.” said the Count. Dawson stood in the back behind the Count's right side and Linda could see him the best.

OOC: Dawson is the one that she talked to.

Jake then smiled, and shaking the Count's hand with vigor, said, "Ah yes, Count JWolf! You were an honored guest at my wedding to Rinoa. It is nice to see you again, indeed, in more auspicious times."

He then said, "As for meeting my associates and I, we would be glad to talk to you later, after the ceremony. I do not mean to pry, but what business would you have with us?"

Linda, meanwhile, shot Dawson a nasty look, before turning around and ignoring him. She, unlike Jake, was not as receptive to these Transylvanians. After all, they had taken her captive once, in what was a very embarassing loss.

“About you know what between us.” said the Count. He shook Jake’s hand like any powerful person would. A strong powerful handshake.

Dawson just smiled at Linda. “Jake, met Colonel Ronald Dawson of the 4th Raptors. A young commander that has been through many battles.” said the Count. Dawson offered his right hand to Jake.

He left the table, picked up a Shooban baby, and then tied rope to each arm and leg. The Shooban's left arm was tied to a Rhodesian ridgeback on its right, the right arm was tied to a Rhodesian ridgeback on its left. Same for the legs.

J.L. clapped his hands, and the dogs ran off in different directions, twisting the baby's limbs as it screamed in agony, before ripping them off.

Rick grimced slightly. He had no great love for Shoobans, who could after all, and he was certainly no stranger to violence but such blatent violence.....

Trying to cover his embarresment he turned to his fellow party guests "I'm afraid I don't know your names, Rick Kordo at your service." he turned slightly to face his girlfriend. "And this lovely lady is Sophie Hapsburg, directly decended from the famous family itself."

ooc: A Harry Turtledove fan! I knew I liked you for a reason New Dornalia

Trying to cover his embarresment he turned to his fellow party guests "I'm afraid I don't know your names, Rick Kordo at your service." he turned slightly to face his girlfriend. "And this lovely lady is Sophie Hapsburg, directly decended from the famous family itself."

“Well, Mr. Kordo, I am the God-Emperor of the Dominion.” said the Count. “Count JWolf. Or some have called me the crazy ass vampire.”

“Well, Mr. Kordo, I am the God-Emperor of the Dominion.” said the Count. “Count JWolf. Or some have called me the crazy ass vampire.”

Rick smiled broadly. "Another of the legends I was raised on! My late father was an admirer of your work, and I remember being told of your exploits growing up. It is a pleasure to meet you in the flesh."

“Me a legend?” asked the Count. Then he thought about it, he was a legend. “I have done a lot of things in my life.”

Rinoa and Karl and Kimiko clapped, with Karl going, "What fun, Generalissimo! I haven't seen a Shooban demolished in a while."

Jake was a little less enthusiastic, as was Linda, but they wisely kept to themselves, and clapped along.

Kimiko then said, "So, what is on the menu?"

"Anything you want," the Generalissimo said, smiling broadly. "My chefs can make absolutely anything. Hell, if you want chocolate ice cream with ketchup, sprinkled with feta cheese and Shooban dandruff, you can have that. Although I don't know why anyone would, lol.* But you get that idea. Whatever you want, please don't hesitate to ask."


*Yes, he actually does say lol ;)

Rick grimced slightly. He had no great love for Shoobans, who could after all, and he was certainly no stranger to violence but such blatent violence.....

Trying to cover his embarresment he turned to his fellow party guests "I'm afraid I don't know your names, Rick Kordo at your service." he turned slightly to face his girlfriend. "And this lovely lady is Sophie Hapsburg, directly decended from the famous family itself."

ooc: A Harry Turtledove fan! I knew I liked you for a reason New Dornalia

"I'm Generalissimo- soon to be Kaiser- J.L.," J.L. said. "This gorgeous lady on my lap is Miss Christine Peralta, soon to be Mrs. Christine Peralta-Latimer." Gesturing to his children, he said, "And these are Lina, Tacho, Rinoa, and Alfredo."

They waved shyly.

"I'm Generalissimo- soon to be Kaiser- J.L.," J.L. said. "This gorgeous lady on my lap is Miss Christine Peralta, soon to be Mrs. Christine Peralta-Latimer." Gesturing to his children, he said, "And these are Lina, Tacho, Rinoa, and Alfredo."

They waved shyly.

Rick kissed Miss Peralta's hand. "A pleasure to meet you my dear and great happyness to you. You are marrying a great man." He turned to the children and smiled broadly. "I didn't know you had so many children J.L.! And such beautiful children they are to be sure."

“About you know what between us.” said the Count. He shook Jake’s hand like any powerful person would. A strong powerful handshake.

Dawson just smiled at Linda. “Jake, met Colonel Ronald Dawson of the 4th Raptors. A young commander that has been through many battles.” said the Count. Dawson offered him his right hand to Jake.

Jake then shook Dawson's hand, and said, "Colonel, it is an honor to meet such a man. Many battles, eh? Linda here has too, in the Service of the RSA."

Linda then said, sheepishly, extending her hand out to Dawson, "Uh, yeah. Hi."

Jake then shook Dawson's hand, and said, "Colonel, it is an honor to meet such a man. Many battles, eh? Linda here has too, in the Service of the RSA."

Linda then said, sheepishly, extending her hand out to Dawson, "Uh, yeah. Hi."

“Yes, I know about her, Mr. President.’ said Dawson. His handshake was like the Count’s handshake. He shook Linda’s hand. “Linda was one of my captive.” he added. “She and her men put up a good fight until they were surrounded and out manned.”

The Count looked over at J.L., “Anybody else coming?” he asked.

“Yes, I know about her, Mr. President.’ said Dawson. His handshake was like the Count’s handshake. He shook Linda’s hand. “Linda was one of my captive.” he added. “She and her men put up a good fight until they were surrounded and out manned.”

Linda reluctantly shook his hand, and then said, "Yes. Not one of my prouder moments, Colonel. Well, we all win some, lose some."

Jake then said, "Same here, I was embarassed some when I had to negotiate for her release. But that's in the past now," nodding to Linda, noting her nervousness and the way she seemed to loath the Colonel.

Linda said, turning to Jake: "Well, I suppose it is a past event. But still."

Then turning to Dawson, she said, "No hard feelings, eh?"

“Yes, no hard feeling.” said Dawson. “But one thing I like was…” He paused for a few second, to make them wait. “She is the only beautiful captive, the only woman I have captured in battle.”

“A rare flower that you would never find in battle.” he added with wink at Linda. Was he playing with her or hitting on her? Now that is the question.

“Yes, no hard feeling.” said Dawson. “But one thing I like was…” He paused for a few second, to make them wait. “She is the only beautiful captive, the only woman I have captured in battle.”

“A rare flower that you would never find in battle.” he added with wink at Linda. Was he playing with her or hitting on her? Now that is the question.

Linda was now really creeped out. Hitting on her or not, the fact this guy professed an "interest" in her out of the blue seemed a little odd, and sudden.

All she could say was, "Well, why thank you," slightly taken aback and nervously.

Rick kissed Miss Peralta's hand. "A pleasure to meet you my dear and great happyness to you. You are marrying a great man." He turned to the children and smiled broadly. "I didn't know you had so many children J.L.! And such beautiful children they are to be sure."

"Thanks, Rick," J.L. said. He looked around. "Anybody hungry?"

"Thanks, Rick," J.L. said. He looked around. "Anybody hungry?"

Kimiko said, "I am."

The other RALMers said, "Here here!"

Kimiko said, "I am."

The other RALMers said, "Here here!"

J.L. signalled the waiter, who hastily scurried over, pen poised and notepad flipped open. "What would you folks like?"

ooc: Magdha,I found this to be interesting reading.

Is this RP part of the NS world and what is a shooban?

just curious :)

ooc: Magdha,I found this to be interesting reading.

Is this RP part of the NS world and what is a shooban?

just curious :)

{OOC: It's not really part of any world. You can join, if you'd like.

Info on Shoobans (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/archive/index.php/t-395016.html)}

Linda was now really creeped out. Hitting on her or not, the fact this guy professed an "interest" in her out of the blue seemed a little odd, and sudden.

All she could say was, "Well, why thank you," slightly taken aback and nervously.

But this was not out of the blue for Dawson. It all started back at the battle. When Linda and her men were allow to leave the city, Dawson didn’t want to see her leave but it was a way to get enemy forces out of there. So he did it.

“So…are you the President’s bodyguard here?” he asked. The Count had disappeared and left the K9 soldiers by Dawson.

"Where'd the Count go?" J.L. asked, looking around.

But this was not out of the blue for Dawson. It all started back at the battle. When Linda and her men were allow to leave the city, Dawson didn’t want to see her leave but it was a way to get enemy forces out of there. So he did it.

“So…are you the President’s bodyguard here?” he asked. The Count had disappeared and left the K9 soldiers by Dawson.

Linda said, smiling nervously and slightly starting to make a scene: "Uh....yes. I was sent here to escort the President, and ensure no harm came to him. Yeah. It seems he trusts me, because I am, like, an uber-fencer/kendo girl/gunner. Yeah."

She then thought: "NO! NO! NO!" as she realized she had just uttered what must've seemed like a mix of valley girl and gamer speak.

Meanwhile, Kimiko said to the waiter: "My party will take some beef satay."

She then looked at the RALMers, and said, "Yes?"

They nodded, and she then said, "Yes, enough beef satay for us, with spicy peanut sauce. Me, I will take a New York Strip Steak, medium rare, with sauteed onions, Karl here..."

Karl said, slightly distracted, "Oh yes! Me, I will take a bowl of wonton soup, with some soy sauce in it, and some French Fries, please."

Jake, looking at Karl like he had barfed a cat, said, "Right. I'll take some California Rolls, with chicken tempura, curried beef stew, and a bottle of Frank's Red Hot."

Kimiko quipped, "Studying up for the glutton olympics?"

Jake retorted, half-jokingly: "You so stole that from MASH!"

Kimiko said, "Aren't I great?"

Rinoa then said, "I will take fettucine alfredo, with extra garlic and chicken in it, and something good for Amelia here, definetly NOT creamed succotash."

"Where'd the Count go?" J.L. asked, looking around.

“Don’t know.” said one of the K9 soldiers to J.L.

Linda said, smiling nervously and slightly starting to make a scene: "Uh....yes. I was sent here to escort the President, and ensure no harm came to him. Yeah. It seems he trusts me, because I am, like, an uber-fencer/kendo girl/gunner. Yeah."

“Okay.” said Dawson. It was the only thing he could think of. “I’m here because the Count likes to show me off. Plus…he said that Jake would be coming and said maybe you were coming.”

“Okay.” said Dawson. It was the only thing he could think of. “I’m here because the Count likes to show me off. Plus…he said that Jake would be coming and said maybe you were coming.”

Linda then said, "He must be awful proud of you, eh? I would think so, being that you're one of the best."

She then took a deep breath, and said, "So..since you're being nice to me and all, and after all, we agreed no hard feelings, why don't I get you a drink?"

The waiter wrote down the orders, then left to inform the chef.

J.L. looked baffled. "Where in heck is Count JWolf?" he exclaimed.

Shaun was geting inpacent, not a man to wait, he knew that there was buissness to be done at home and that he needed to do it, besides he was geting sick of deadman.

"Vhat is wrong, Shaun?" Asami asked. "You don't look vell. Vhat is the matter?"

"ah its nothing Im just wonder whats happing in Irondin Right now"

"I see," she said. "Vhy don't you call them?"

"ah its not like that Asami I just wonder how the army is doing agenst the warloads in the islands" shaun said

"Vait, are there RB troops in Irondin? If so, then you have nothing to vorry about. Those varlords von't stand a chance," Asami said, and gave Shaun a reassuring peck on the cheek.

"hehe I guess your right" Shaun said "but when is thos going to end? I not a big fan of these kind of things"

"Vell, var is hell," Asami said. "Don't vorry, things vill be over soon."

"ah hopfuly this is becomeing a drag on the economy."

"I can send more troops, if needed," J.L. said.

"oh no dont worry, we are doing fine, They cant seem to stop Irondin armor, no defence agenst Devastators." Shaun Said

"Agreed, these Devastators are extremely efficient," J.L. said. "We've been testing them in the field extensively. They're almost indestructible. I own one, myself. I run over Shooban homes with it."

"Ah man... Whatever I dont care its your tank its your nation I dont care!"

"Shaun, what's your problem?" J.L. asked, frowning. "This is supposed to be a happy day, for Christ's sake! Please, ease up, my good man." He handed Shaun a cigar. "Sorry. I didn't mean to blow up at you like that. It's just, it's bad enough hearing the international media call me a genocidal ogre, just because I kill Shoobans for the hell of it."

"ah man its all right, I guess I shude be use to it" Shaun said "so when is evering going to start?"

"Pretty soon," J.L. said. He looked over at the inactive Shah Khosru III. "Once he wakes up, and you guys are all finished eating, I think we can begin."

"Very nice Very Nice" Said Shaun.

"Yep." J.L. nodded. "So, what shall we do in the meantime?"

"hmmm... play poker?" Shaun Sugested

"Sure," J.L. said. "For fun, or shall we wager?"

"Lets make it a $50 in shale we?" Shaun Sugested

"Sure." J.L. whipped out a fifty. "Let's get started, shall we?"

"do you have the cards?" Shaun asked

J.L. took out a pack of cards. On the King card, was J.L.'s face. On the Queen's, was Tin's face. Chancellor Calvin Cyprian, Jr. was on the Jack. A dead Shooban was on the Joker card.

Shaun tossed out the jokers and began to suffle the deck and pass out the cards "this here is Tex holdem, Susidele kings are wild"

Five minutes later...

J.L. threw his cards in frustration. "Damn, that's the second round I lost!" He handed Shaun two fifties. "Lucky bastard! Just kidding!"

Shaun was sitting with a huge cigar in his mouth and a had a huge smile "Yep im in" he said.

"Ah, here's an idea. Let's play Monopoly...but instead of Monopoly dollars, we'll use real dollars!" J.L. smiled. "Anyone feel up for it?"

"lets finish this hand." said shaun

J.L. sighed. Great, finish this hand. So I can lose even more money. "Very well," he said.

Sure enough, his fears were well founded. He ended up forking over another fifty to Shaun. "Now can we play something else?" J.L. asked, with a hint of desperation in his voice.

Jake then said, "There's Monopoly? I'm in."

Karl then said, cursing, "You must be joking! That verdamnted Monopoly takes hours, way too long."

Jake then said, "Come on! Loosen thyself up! You're not in the Reunited States, you're in J.L.'s house. And after all, we are his guests."

Karl grumbled, and said, "pfui! If you insist."

Kimiko said, "I'm in. President Featherston wishes to play, then I will join."

Rinoa chimed in, "I'll play Monopoly. Sounds like fun!"

J.L. smiled. "Go get the Monopoly," he ordered a Shooban. The Shooban honked, bowed its head, and wobbled away, clumsily, to retrieve the game. It set the game down on the table, and J.L. shot it between the eyes. He opened the box. "Hey, check these out. Custom pieces." Aside from the car, shoe, etc. were tiny figures of J.L., his Cabinet members, and his family. "Cool, eh? You know which piece I'm picking." He picked the piece of himself. "Let's play."

"all right lets do this" Shaun said and he grabed the Dice "THROW DEM BONES" He yelled

"Actually..." J.L. smiled, and handed the Marshal one of the little metal figures. "One of these is of you."

Shaun looked in his hand, and sure enough, the little figure was of him.

"hahahah cool cool" Shaun said

"Or, I also have some other nice ones." J.L. handed Shaun a figure of a voluptuous, buxom naked woman.

"all stick with mine thank you" Shaun said. "NOW are we going to play?"

J.L. nodded. "Yup. As soon as the RALMers are ready. Darling, you can roll first."

Christine rolled the dice.

"oh look she landed on Chance" Shaun said

Christine picked up a Chance card. "Get out of Jail free!"

"ah must be a JL parden" Shaun said

J.L. raised an inquiring eyebrow. "Hm?" He shrugged. "Ah, well. Shaun, your turn."

"hehehe Im going to go from Ashy To Classy with one role" Shaun said and then he thrue the dice

He landed on Chance, as well. "Huh, fancy that," J.L. said.

"Hmmm intresting go to borad walk well Im buying that shit" Shaun said.

"Damn, ya lucky son of a gun," J.L. said, giving Shaun a light, playful punch on the shoulder.

"hehehe your turn JL" Shaun said

J.L., too landed on Chance. "Goddamnit! I have to go to jail!" He set his piece on the jail square.

"dont drop the soap" Shaun said

J.L. rolled his eyes. "Har-har, ve-ry funny." Everyone laughed. Smiling, he handed the dice to Kimiko.

Kimiko smiled and said, shaking the dice, "Respectfully, J.L., I will win this for sure."

She released the dice, and moved her piece, a shoe, to Vermont St.

She said, "Well. I'll have that, please."

Linda then said, "He must be awful proud of you, eh? I would think so, being that you're one of the best."

She then took a deep breath, and said, "So..since you're being nice to me and all, and after all, we agreed no hard feelings, why don't I get you a drink?"

"Sure" said Dawson. "Anything that has a big bite to it. So...something strong."

The Count 'reappeared' into the room but not on the ground, he was on the ceiling. Hanging on like it was not hard from him to do it.

Kimiko smiled and said, shaking the dice, "Respectfully, J.L., I will win this for sure."

She released the dice, and moved her piece, a shoe, to Vermont St.

She said, "Well. I'll have that, please."

"Okay." J.L. handed her the card for Vermont St.

He looked up. "Count JWolf! What're you doing on my ceiling? You gotta teach me how to do that!"

"Whos turn is it now?" Shaun Asked

"Karl's," J.L. said.

"ah ok then" Shaun said

J.L. laid back in his chair. As he waited for Karl, he aimed his gun, and shot a series of empty Coke bottles (glass ones) at the other end of the room, almost 200 feet away, for target practice. Every shot connected successfully, as the bottles disintegrated, raining razor-sharp, shimmering shards of glass down onto the floor.

"You still get glass pop bottles? cool all we get is plastic ones!" Shaun said.

"You still get glass pop bottles? cool all we get is plastic ones!" Shaun said.

J.L. nodded. "Yeah, the glass ones are kinda rare. They are still available, though. But they're a tad pricier."

Karl then shook the dice halfheartedly, and landed on Baltic Avenue.

"Whoopededo. Guess I'll buy this, then," he let out with a sigh.

Kimiko glared at him, and so did the others.

Karl then brightened, and said, "I mean, yippee-skippee! I feel good...yeah. I like this game."

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Linda then flagged down a waiter and said, "Waiter! Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, please, for Colonel Dawson. If not, then I'll settle for a Black and Tan."

"Irondin would pay for the glass, peaple in Irondin dont like plastic food or drink contaners" Shaun said.

J.L. chuckled. "All right, now it's...Rinoa's turn." He gently kissed her cheek. "Go on, dear."

Turning to Shaun, he said, "What, Coca-Cola doesn't sell the glass bottles in Irondin? Bastards. I oughtta level their headquarters." Noticing the perturbed looks on everyones' faces, he grinned disarmingly and said, "Relax, people, I'm joking!"

Linda then flagged down a waiter and said, "Waiter! Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, please, for Colonel Dawson. If not, then I'll settle for a Black and Tan."

"At once, Miss Stewart." With almost frightening speed, he returned with the drinks. "Here you are. If I can serve you in any other way, please do not hesitate to request my services."

"well Pepsi is more populer in Irondin then Coke because of Coke's repualtion" Shaun said

"Reputation?" J.L. said. "What do you mean?"

"The Cocaiane they use to put in, some one sabotased a shipment and made it quite Cokey and as such has very little suport in Irondin" Shaun said

J.L. chuckled. "Ah, I see. Personally, though, I prefer root beer."

"At once, Miss Stewart." With almost frightening speed, he returned with the drinks. "Here you are. If I can serve you in any other way, please do not hesitate to request my services."

Linda said, "Thanks!" and handed the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster to Colonel Dawson. "One of the strongest drinks I know of."

"I like Iced Tea and my homemade Swamp Water" Shaun said

J.L. said, "Of course, my favorite drink is egg nog. They sell it year round in RB."

" wow I did not know you liked the taste of piss" Shaun said with a huge smile

J.L. snickered. "Well, if egg nog was piss, I wouldn't have to buy it, would I? I'd be able to make it myself."

J.L. chuckled. "All right, now it's...Rinoa's turn." He gently kissed her cheek. "Go on, dear."

Turning to Shaun, he said, "What, Coca-Cola doesn't sell the glass bottles in Irondin? Bastards. I oughtta level their headquarters." Noticing the perturbed looks on everyones' faces, he grinned disarmingly and said, "Relax, people, I'm joking!"

Rinoa then smiled, saying, "Here we go, dad! A-one, a-two...."

She eagerly shook the dice, and threw them down, so hard, they flew off the table and onto the floor. Jake got up and looked around, and found them, saying, "Honey, move to the Electric Company! It's yours now!"

Rinoa said, "Thanks dear. Could you be a dear and-"

"Already on it!"

Jake emerged with the dice in hand, and handed them off to the next player...

Jake then said, "Well, in the Reunited States, Coke is more popular. It's the official soft drink in government institutions and in the Armed Forces."

J.L. snickered. "Well, if egg nog was piss, I wouldn't have to buy it, would I? I'd be able to make it myself."

Kimiko snickered, and said, "J.L., have you ever tried mixing egg nog and chocolate soda. It's actually quite good."

OOC: Seriously. Tried it in RL, and it is b-e-a-utiful.

J.L. snickered. "Well, if egg nog was piss, I wouldn't have to buy it, would I? I'd be able to make it myself."


"heheheh well piss mixed with barf and used engean oil" shaun said

"Your turn, sweetheart." Christine rolled the dice.

"heheheh well piss mixed with barf and used engean oil" shaun said

"What the hell do you think I am, a Shooban? That's what they drink. Watch, I'll demonstrate."

J.L. urinated in a tall glass, vomited in it, and then poured in some engine oil. He stirred the concoction with a spoon, and then handed it to a Shooban, who gulped it down within seconds. "Ooh, sankoo bewwy, bewwy motch, Mastah J.L.! Dat waz dewishish!"

"Not as delicious as this," J.L. muttered, and shot the filthy creature between the eyes. He turned to Shaun, smiling triumphantly. "Still think they're 'human?'"

"any one kept an idoit would do that" Shaun said with a very sharp look in his eye almost demonic.

"Shoobans are born dumb, they live dumb, and they die dumb. Plain and simple," J.L. said matter-of-factly.

"well its your loss JL" Shaun said "Can I get your most alcohic drink please?"

"Hey, don't ask me, I'm not a waiter," J.L. said, with a chuckle.

"well then where is one?" Shaun asked

J.L. waved, catching a waiter's eye. The waiter hurried over.

"Ah well can I get the most Alcholic drink please" Shaun asked

"Absolutely, Marshal Chur-" The waiter dropped his notepad. "Marshal Churchman! I've always wanted to meet you! Could I get your autogra-"

J.L. fired his gun. "Get the man his drink, now!" he shouted.

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes, sir!"

The waiter disappeared so quickly he left a cloud of dust.

"You know that was not nesseary you know JL" Shaun said. "I dont mind"

"Hey, he's a waiter," J.L. said. "His job is to wait on us, not make a blithering ass of himself."

"well all right then" Shaun said

The waiter returned with the drink.

J.L. smiled. "Watch this." He took a tall jug filled with alcohol, dumped it on a Shooban's head, struck a match, and then set the beast's head alight. The Shooban screeched extremely shrilly in excruciating pain, just before its head exploded like a water balloon filled past its capacity.

Shaun said nothing but the peaple were able the feel the anger radingating from him.

J.L. cleared his throat. "Sorry, I got carried away. I forgot you don't like that." He turned to some servants. "Clean up this mess."

He looked up. "Count JWolf! What're you doing on my ceiling? You gotta teach me how to do that!"

The Count with his feet on the ceiling, he started walking around. His duster started hang down. He had nothing in his pocket, so nothing was falling out. “You have to be one with vampirism to do this.” he said to J.L.

Linda said, "Thanks!" and handed the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster to Colonel Dawson. "One of the strongest drinks I know of."

Dawson took his drink and said to Linda “To our great nations and leaders.” Then took a drink from the glass.

Dawson took his drink and said to Linda “To our great nations and leaders.” Then took a drink from the glass.

Linda then raised her glass, and drank her Black And Tan. She then licked her lips, and said, "Mmm...that's good Black and Tan. Strong, and tasty."

The Count with his feet on the ceiling, he started walking around. His duster started hang down. He had nothing in his pocket, something nothing was falling. “You have to be one with vampirism to do this.” he said to J.L.

Kimiko then said, shaking her head, "I have to stop hating."

Jake said, "I gotta stop playing so many video games."

Karl said, "I must stop sniffing glue."

The RALMers looked at him in a very surprised way.

Slightly embarassed, he said, "Uh...it's a joke! ¡Un chiste! Yeah. None of you have seen Airplane! before?!"

The others simply laughed, and went back to focusing on the game.

The Shah looked around, before letting loose a pair of hunting hounds, which tore apart a Shooban, letting it sit in a pool of blood while a pair of hungering Shoobans began to consume the corpse. The Shah laughed heartily, before ordering a Shooban to bring him egg nog, a scotch, and a side of pistachios.

"Wot iz a pisstawsheeyo?" the Shooban asked. "Why does you ask I to git you dat? Me no knows wot iz a pisstawsheeyo! But me knows wot a egg nog and Scotch iz!"

The Shooban lumbered away, and returned a few moments later with an egg that had the word 'nog' written on it in black marker, in sloppy, barely legible letters, and some Scotch tape. "Hea you iz, Mastah Shah Khoswu da Turd!"

{OOC: 'Turd' is how they pronounce 'Third'}

J.L. asked, "Anyway, back to the game. Whose turn is it now?"

The Shah almost had a fit when he saw it, "You animal! Scotch and Egg Nog are drinks and Pistachios are food! You are worthless!" He picked up the egg with the tape on it, and crammed it down the Shooban's mouth before smashing his throat with a mace, rupturing his vocal chords and breaking his neck, before taking another swing at his ribs.

Shortly afterwards, a human waiter returned, with a large bowl of pistachioes, a bottle of Scotch, and a carton of home-made egg nog (made by Christine herself). He set two glasses down in front of the Shah. "I must apologize for the antics of that beast, Your Excellency."

The Shah spoke, "Thank you, those vile creatures are impossible to use in any concievable way that requires any thought." He placed a trio of 1000 Rial notes in the waiter's hand as he took the glasses and the bowl. "Thank you, here is a tip." He drank the egg nog, pleased at the excellent creamy consistency and sweetness before having a glass of scotch with the pistachioes.

"so whos turn is it?" Shaun asked

The waiter nearly urinated his pants out of gratitude. "Thank you, Excellency, thank you," he said. "There is one thing Shoobans are good for, however. And that, my friend, is entertainment." He dragged a toddler Shooban over to the Shah. "Excellency, I humbly request you demonstrate the noble art of Shooban killing."

The Shah smiled, "Indeed, allow me to demonstrate." He pulled out his mace, slamming the Shooban into the air by smashing the Shooban in the crotch, then, like a baseball, hit it ten feet forward with a swing of the spiked mace, laughing histerically as hit slammed into the ground in a pool of blood. Then, taking his mace again, he smashed in the head of the wailing Shooban, ending its 'life' in one single stroke.

With his glass of scotch in hand, the Shah spoke, "A game? What sort of game?"

"so whos turn is it?" Shaun asked

J.L. shrugged. "No idea," he said. "I lost track."

Shaun suddely got up and left the room in a quiet Rage

With his glass of scotch in hand, the Shah spoke, "A game? What sort of game?"

"Monopoly, using real money instead of Monopoly money," J.L. explained.

Shaun suddely got up and left the room in a quiet Rage

Two burly, elephantine bodyguards blocked the exit. "Where do you think you're going? No one can wander the estate without written permission and an accompanied guide."

"YOU really dont wish to try me right now" shaun said

One of the guards cracked his knuckles. "Oh yeah?"

"Guys, guys, stop it!" Christine said, standing between them. She said to the waiter, "Please, let the Shooban go. I want no more Shooban killing to take place as long as Shaun is here. I don't want to offend any of the guests. Or at least, don't kill any in front of him."

"hh... Thank you" Shaun said takeing his seat at his table

J.L. sighed. How can we have any real fun without killing Shoobans? he thought. "Hey, Shah, after this game, want to go hunt some animals outside?" His wink made it clear what kind of 'animals' he had in mind.

Shaun was continiuing to sit at his table wating for this damn thing to end

Shaun was continiuing to sit at his table wating for this damn thing to end

J.L. saw Shaun's expression and asked, "What's the matter?"

The Shah laughed, "Of course, hunting is always enjoyable."

The Shah laughed, "Of course, hunting is always enjoyable."

J.L. nodded. "Indeed. How could anyone resist hunting? Unless, of course, good animals are being hunted."

J.L. saw Shaun's expression and asked, "What's the matter?"


"Im fine JL just my patiants is running a little thin..." Shaun Said

"Im fine JL just my patiants is running a little thin..." Shaun Said

J.L. nodded. "I see. Sorry to hear that."

He looked around. The Monopoly game was obviously not going to be finished. "So, what do you guys want to do? We have over five hours until my coronation."

"I am going to shoot at cans if you dont mind" Shaun Said

"Sure, knock yourself out. Not literally, of course."

"Cool" Said Shaun as he walked outside set up some cans and took aim with his IMP-2

J.L. smiled. "Well, while Shaun's outside, let's do some Shooban killing!"

He started things off by braining a newborn Shooban, less than an hour old, with a club.

Shaun was mowing down cans with is IMP-2 And was cleary looking less stressed

One of the cans Shaun shot happened to be a can of paint thinner, which a Shooban had planned to steal and give to its Turta friend later on. "Youza brew up dah paint finner, you stoopid eediot!" the Shooban said, and began throwing small rocks at Shaun.

Shaun walked up to him and deliverd a knock out punch to him.

Immediately afterwards, several chanting Shoobans swarmed around him. "Youza ki'd ma brudda, youza ki'd ma brudda!" they chanted, and began throwing feces at him (and, thankfully, missing).

Shaun began to shoot into the air and told them to get all on the ground

The Shah pulled out his bow, placing in an arrow, and drew it back before letting the arrow fly into one of the Shooban's heads.

The Shoobans, oblivious to his commands, continued to chant in a monotonous, flat, mindless drone: "Youza ki'd ma brudda, youza ki'd ma brudda!" They began clumsily flailing their diminutive fists at him.

Shaun began to get fight off the Shoobans with all his fighting Stiles he knew trying his best not to kill

The Shoobans were knocked back, dizzily stumbling to the ground. One Shooban, less than five years old, pounced onto his back, opened its mouth, and sank its jagged, decomposing teeth into his neck, slightly piercing the skin.

"OWWW Mother FUCKER!" Shaun yelled while he tossed him off his back

The Shah acted quickly, rushing in with his Shamshir, bringing it down on the tiny Shooban and slicing its arm off.

The young Shooban screeched in a feral, raspy voice, "Wzeeeeee!" as it went flying back. Its tender cranium collided into a tree trunk, splitting its skull open and squirting thick spurts of bloody brain tissue everywhere.

The Shoobans, now infuriated, began clawing, scratching, and biting Shaun, mercilessly.

"I warn you if you dont stop attacking I WILL shoot" Shaun yelled