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An announcement from Viraranaar Kataask to all eligible ladies in the world.
Today, honorable King Miriana Treyuko of the Nirandu and Treyuko house, has expressed interest in solidifying his power and his life in the context of finding a soul mate. Although such a ridiculous notion does not exist in Jenrak, there still exists the problem and vacancy of a wife and a child upon which the Treyuko house will continue. As such, I, Viraranaar Kataask, on behalf of King Miriana Treyuko, will be inviting any willing ladies to write back and respond to this message on the chance of being this man's wife.

No social arstocracy or nobility is required, nor needed. Although primarily customary for nobles to marry nobles, Miriana hopes to revolutionize the caste system by allowing intermingling between different castes. Your social position, wealth, and general situation is of little consequence to our goals. Simply, if you wish to meet the King of Jenrak, and possibly become a candidate for marriage, please reply with the following:


- Name
- Address
- Occupation
- Reason for Application
- Siblings or Living Relatives
- Other pertinent or possibly enticing pieces of information

Hobbies and interests are not needed to be put, for they will be inquired by the King later on. A picture is not needed, and is purely optional. Despite the King's relatively dark appearance, he is a much more approachable person. Also, as a token of honesty, we will provide information on regards to Miriana of the Treyuko (Sandsnake) Clan.

Miriana Treyuko was born as simply Miriana, a Kraven hostage captured during the Jenrakian war for Malaga. Growing through the training and guidance of King Suriga, Miriana is a proficient user of swordsmanship, though a terrible shot. The leader of the Genkon, a special strike force of exactly 37 men and women, Miriana's initial world was a bloodstained blanket of violence upon which he could not so easily escape. Later, he was adopted, at the age of 10, into the Nirandu house.

Life in the Nirandu house was difficult; abuse was common. It was only a few years later that he enrolled in the Jenrakian military, working his way up into the technological development fields to finally hold the title of the Head Researcher at the famous Elegance Project; a title that later backfired against him. Without a proper subject for research, at the age of 18, Miriana offered his own body to science, and such he became untrusted by the people at large. It is later his influence to the populace would change. His body, known as the Hraag'khiri (Hollow Corpse), was a symbol of the dangers of human biotechnology. Later on, he developed medical abnormalities. Despite his sometimes cold hearted and emotionless exterior, he is a caring man who exhibits a strong dislike for any sort of polygamy. He is loyal, trustworthy, and although his past is ridden with tragedy, his future shines bright.

Any woman out there who is interested, please reply immediately.

BUMP - Hmm, it seems there's less of a reply on the opposite gender. Crazy hormones.

BUMP - Hmm, it seems there's less of a reply on the opposite gender. Crazy hormones.

OOC: lol, funny. I was thinking about making a response, but I am currently in transit...

OOC: lol, funny. I was thinking about making a response, but I am currently in transit...

Transit? And Amusing how this is in white.

Transit? And Amusing how this is in white.

OOC: Aye, transit; I am in the car driving 500 miles home. Using an aircard to get online. We'll see if anyone else is reading this.

OOC: Aye, transit; I am in the car driving 500 miles home. Using an aircard to get online. We'll see if anyone else is reading this.

If so, then it needs to obviously be a bit more exciting.

Jason Statham first hit us in the faces with chin power when he showed up in Snatch. You can try to pretend like you saw him in Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, but you'd be a liar. You're not that cool. Nobody's that cool.

EXCEPT JET LI.

Jet Li saw this mass of Brit-man-mountain a mile away. AND HE SAW TROUBLE. You can't have Britons running around, Transporting, Snatching, Cranking, and Turning It Up. Jet Li doesn't approve of any of those things. Also, Jet Li kind of let it slide, but you can't expect to kill part of JET LI'S CHI and expect to not be PUT ON JET LI NOTICE. But Jet Li allowed it, because really, even if you lose a piece of infinity, you've still got infinity. AND JET LI HAS INFINITY POWER. Just like getting killed by MEL GIBSON, one of many things he has in common with Jesus, SENDING YU LAW TO THAT PRISON PLANET WAS ALL A RUSE.

I just love that quote.

Outside of the white, I really need to get Miriana to find a woman, and I don't want to make a character out of thin air right. Then, once this is done, I'll have to finish some charters, then some embassies, and bam! Jenrak revitalized, to a degree.

(OOC: Note I am playing a Klatchian Character rather than an Alconian Character per rules of the FKC)

West River Heights Tower, Port Olympus, Capitol of the Federated Klatchian Coast

Maddox Ver'cur pulled herself out of the small 'endless' pool and stood toweling the water off her body. She grabbed a small metallic card on a loop off the towel bar and placed it over her head. It was an automatic gesture without any real thought. The tall blond pushed the stop button on the wall and walked barefoot into her kitchen. She pulled a plate of cut fruit from the fridge and wandered out the sliding glass door onto the balcony.

It was early morning still and the vast expanse of the industrial sectors of Port Olympus lay out before her seemed asleep, as if the stacks and towers were waiting for the sun to finally peak up above Lake Olympus to awake and begin their day.

Maddox took the card off her neck and inserted it into the side of a laptop on a deck table. She sat down with her plate of fruit and stopped as she looked at the computer screen.

Primary Account Features Suspended

She sighed and placed her head against the table. She had lost her temper, plain and simple. Klatchian Marshals were never to loose their temper, it was bad form, it was dangerous. Of course her anger had been at a Checka agent . stupidity or corruption had led to them crossing paths. Unfortunately Maddox had attempted to use a brick wall to knock some sense into said Checka agent.

Maddox looked up at the screen. The bottom news ticker was actually still working, apparently her superiors thought long term administrative leave didn't mean you couldn't here what was happening.

Foreign Prince Looks for Wife streamed across the bottom of the screen. "Huh? I've heard of those before....but I never thought I would see one of those myself."

Maddox clicked the banner news item before it vanished and then read the communication as the Federation's Foreign Office had received it.

Maddox looked around her luxury appartment for a moment. She would go stir crazy around here, and the Checka might not just drop her doing damage to one of their own. Perhaps being in one of these husband hunting expeditions might provide time for anger's to cool and what not. Hell as a Klatchian Marshal, most men were too scared to date her anyway.

Maddox discovered she could actually still use the general communication's functions in the Foreign Office. Obviously a security oversight somewhere but at the moment, it was time to see what was up.

Secure Communication: Class I
Recipiant Viraranaar Kataask of Jenak
Origination: Federated Klatchian Coast, Klatchian Marshal M. Ver'cur via Foreign Office
Subject: Application Submittal

Name:Maddox Hersalve Ver'cur

Address: 3050 New Connector Road, 42 A Port Olympus, Federated Klatchian Coast Capitol Territory

Occupation: Klatchian Marshal (Law Enforcement and Civil Administration)

Reason for Application: Most of the local populace finds dating a Klatchian Marshal difficult idea to comprehend. Obviously I could date and marry within my own caste, but I am part Vrakian (my father) so that tends to have its own set of problems.

Living Relatives: Uncle: Narthan Hersalve
Aunt: Aly Hersalve
Cousins: Peter, Paul and Mary

Other Information: I am just your standard issue Marshal, 6'2" with blond hair, blue eyes, and a tendency to be called a swede by people from outside the Klatch. Oh, and I like to golf, sail, ride and can play tennis, handball, racket ball, and cricket. Oh and I suppose I can fence but only a little.

Well I am going to be in transit soon, only 200 miles though but driving and Rping don't Mix.

"Hmm? A reply?" Viraranaar said, chuckling slightly, as Miriana sat quietly in the corner, earplugs in his ear as music pounded loudly into his head. "Well, Lord Miriana. Looks like you might not die lonely after all."

"What's wrong about dying lonely?" Miriana asked, obviously capable of hearing what Viraranaar was saying. Viraranaar himself was a fairly aged priest, a well built and square face yet the lines of time were showing around, brackets of extra flesh building upon his mouth as his face was covered in a beard. No longer did he try to hide his face as he had done long times past, but no longer did he wear armor. He was the last of the Kataask family, a prestigious bloodline that died with Suriga, for Viraranaar had no interest in the crown; too much death came from it. He was a slightly paunchy, round fellow now, a crisp suit upon his plump and well fed body, a jovial, bouncy smile upon his face as his silver beard was shimmering elegantly.

Miriana, on the other hand, seemed different. His features were described as a sort of cool beauty - his stare was cold, indifferent, his eyes a perfect black ball with no distinction of color. His hair was slightly ruffled, a porcelain white as his face was slightly pale, his features smooth and representing more of a young boy rather than a grown man. Yet, his stance, his slightly brooding figure, hunched over in thought as he held his black cd player, was of obvious experience and a hint of Machiavellian taste. He was handsome, although cold, somewhat frightening of a character. He said little. "How long will you humiliate me, Vira?"

"As long as it takes for the throne to stabilize. The Mainland is going through some difficulties, so be grateful." Viraranaar chided back. "My dear King, you need a wife to produce a healthy and strong baby. We cannot let another issue like the Annirak incidents to occur again."

"I do prefer the Anniraks. They're a good family, with a pragmatic, realistic mind." Miriana argued, as Viraranaar sighed. It wouldn't be easy to sell Miriana if he was so obtuse.

To Federated Klatchian Coast, Klatchian Marshal M. Ver'cur via Foreign Office

Thank you for your reply. As promised, I have provided further details. You will need to supply 3 days supply of clothes, assuming you change your clothes every day. You will be here for a minimum of 3 days, no less.

The destination will be the city of Nakros Hugun. It is a relatively new, fresh city, so you shouldn't worry too much about any problems concerning sanitation, war or dangers. It is very safe, and provided are details for your ride. Enclosed is a plane ticket to Nakros Hugun. You will come off at terminal 4. At terminal 4, you will be at Eagle Street North, upon which there will be a car with the code 45-A upon it's side. Get into the car, and tell him that you are meeting with Viraranaar Kataask.

I look forward having the two of you meet.

BUMP

OOC: WHY IS EVERYTHING WHITE???

OOC: WHY IS EVERYTHING WHITE???

WHY DID YOU BREAK THE PATTERN! NO!

To Federated Klatchian Coast, Klatchian Marshal M. Ver'cur via Foreign Office

Thank you for your reply. As promised, I have provided further details. You will need to supply 3 days supply of clothes, assuming you change your clothes every day. You will be here for a minimum of 3 days, no less.

The destination will be the city of Nakros Hugun. It is a relatively new, fresh city, so you shouldn't worry too much about any problems concerning sanitation, war or dangers. It is very safe, and provided are details for your ride. Enclosed is a plane ticket to Nakros Hugun. You will come off at terminal 4. At terminal 4, you will be at Eagle Street North, upon which there will be a car with the code 45-A upon it's side. Get into the car, and tell him that you are meeting with Viraranaar Kataask.

I look forward having the two of you meet.

Maddox had not expected a reply actually. She was sitting in a small cafe in a back corner, sipping an Alconian tea and watching people. Actually she was watching people keep a safe distance from her in her mother's black cape and cowl.

The effect of the old garment was quite amusing. The place was packed but the two booths ajoining hers, and the table right before her were empty. The cafe bar tender kept on looking over his shoulder at her. Obviously trying to decide if pushing her out of the place for the good of his buisness would be good for his life expectancy.

Maddox was enjoying toying with people at the moment, it was her current 'hobby' having nothing better to do. It was seldom that people even noticed Marshal's in Port Olympus anymore. The Marshal's now spent so much time being covert in the city, or just plain obvious that some of the mistique of their former incarnation had been but a dying memory. Maddox had just rekindled those memories with a small costume display, forcing the other patrons of the Cafe to remember when the Marshal's hadn't been the lap dogs of the Federation.

Maddox's sat phone rang and she answered it. "Ver'cur here..."
"Maddox what the hell are you up to?" The voice was familiar on the other end. It was Betsey White, a rather large girl who had wound up as a low level functionary in the central office of the Foreign Office up on Parliament Hill.
"Ah drinking tea..."
"Drinking tea does not get you offical foreign correspondance..."
"Huh? Dyelli Beybi sent a threat via the Foreign Office..."
"No...Some Viraranaar Kataask."
"Oh...That..."
"Oh, That, What?"
"I sort of sent in an application to one of those Marry a foreign king things."
"Huh?"
"Well I was bored, annoyed, and I haven't had a boyfreind in years..."
"Oh god, you girls from the Citadel are pathetic you know that...I get more action."
Maddox didn't really want to think about the men that gave Betsey any action. That was just a disturbing thought.
"...Alright I will bring this letter and plane tickets over and we can pick-out what your going to wear."

Maddox blinked for a moment, "Alright..." somehow she wasn't sure about having Betsey around to tell her how to dress.

Nakros Hugun, Terminal 4
The flight in from Torrhaven International disgorged it's passengers. Many were from various parts of the world who had connected in the massive airport/spaceport complex that had been built in the United Duchies over the past decades. One passenger was Maddox Ver'cur who had been re-routed due to the sudden stoppage of all Mackistani-Olympian flights two days before.

The standard issue, tailor made white linen jacket and skirt fit the tall, well built frame of Maddox perfectly. Actually it had been tailored to hide her side arm, so the jacket was a touch large on one side. The dark blue silk blouse matched the dark blue eyes that were set above the high cheek bones of her square face. A long ponytail of blond hair lay across her shoulder and down to the throat of her perfectly curved neck.

Her athletic body pulled the large black carry-on bag with ease. Her long legs and sensible shoes propelled her through the crowd like a tall ship amongst row boats. A few moments later she was through customs and looking for her transport.

After finding the car marked 45-A, Maddox informed the driver "I am here to meet..." She pulled a small slip of paper out of her pocket to check the name
"...Viraranaar Kataask."

A fox-eyed man. That was what stood there, his eyes thin like knives as his face was a skeletal bone of a man, slightly ragged yet obviously showing some sign of life. Upon his sullen mat of a head, he carried a long wreath of flowing silver hair - the usual Jenrakian feature. However, there was nothing usual about his uniform; he seemed like no cab driver. Upon his crisp jet black suit there existed a small set of silver rings tied tightly by a porcelain chain - sixteen, to be precise. Upon each of these rings glimmered a small black onyx stone, and dangling from the ends of his chains were a long white sword sheathed in porcelain, white and fragile, yet elegant. He carried the stance of a staunch, disciplined man, his body thin and wiry, yet his confident pose proved himself to be of a high rank. As he spoke, his voice was chilly, frozen, an icy blast of mischievous content. "You must be one of the ones who received a letter from Lord Kataask, huh?" He said, smiling.

"My name is Ishidun Geriuusk, 1st place Menekrungo Vizithkanju White Captain." Geriuusk said, smiling. "I am here to escort you to the Necromarnen Isuitara before anything happens." Upon his face, a black tattoo was etched at his right eye - a mark of a traitor to the state.

"Please, get in." He said, opening the door to a relatively small car, yet obviously roomy enough for only two.

- Name Samantha Getzlaf
- Address Presidential Palace, VDB will find her.
- Occupation None, Heiress, noble.
- Reason for Application Needs a husband
- Siblings or Living Relatives Brother Ryan Getzlaf Jr., two years older, Father Prince Ryan Getzlaf Sr.
- Other pertinent or possibly enticing pieces of information 2nd in line for the throne of the Getzlaf family.

No breaking the pattern for me!

Maddox paused for a moment and studied the man.
"Maddox Ver'cur" was all she stated. She was quite warry of him immediatly, her training demanded that she be on guard.

As she entered the vehicle she looked over at Geriuusk. "So what are the possible things that might have happend if you had not been here to escort me?"

- Name Samantha Getzlaf
- Address Presidential Palace, VDB will find her.
- Occupation None, Heiress, noble.
- Reason for Application Needs a husband
- Siblings or Living Relatives Brother Ryan Getzlaf Jr., two years older, Father Prince Ryan Getzlaf Sr.
- Other pertinent or possibly enticing pieces of information 2nd in line for the throne of the Getzlaf family.

OOC: Lol

To Samantha Getzlaf,

Thank you for your reply. As promised, I have provided further details. You will need to supply 3 days supply of clothes, assuming you change your clothes every day. You will be here for a minimum of 3 days, no less.

The destination will be the city of Nakros Hugun. It is a relatively new, fresh city, so you shouldn't worry too much about any problems concerning sanitation, war or dangers. It is very safe, and provided are details for your ride. Enclosed is a plane ticket to Nakros Hugun. You will come off at terminal 2. At terminal 2, you will be at Eagle Street North, upon which there will be a car with the code 88-F upon it's side. Get into the car, and tell him that you are meeting with Viraranaar Kataask.

I look forward having the two of you meet.

===

"You might find your head lopped off." He said, his finger running smoothly along his adam's apple. "Foreigners aren't very well received in this fortuitous city, ever since the Jenrakians have loosened their grip on this slice of paradise, the city has been under the control of a certain purist. Now, with Mr. Treyuko back at the helm and controlling, we'll see how long this nonsense goes for." Geriuusk smiled, his eyes like thin slits. "The ones who think a gun will save them are the ones who disappear first. Do you think I'm lying?" He asked, as he started the car.

Maddox sat back in her seat, "Why would you lie? What I am most concerned with is how to protect myself. I do not like relying on strangers, life has taught me to be self reliant." Maddox wasn't relaxed but in a pose that appeared relaxed at first glance, a spring that tried to appear at rest while it waited for danger to appear.

"Strong emphasis." Geriuusk smiled. "And how would you plan on protecting yourself, might I so dubiously ask, when faced with something like - a bomb in the car?"

Maddox looked at him. "If I knew someone was trying to kill me and they might use a car bomb? Three options really, One use only secure transport which has not been unattended ever. Option two, select random public transportation, use cabs, buses, trains, even hire limos to pick me up and then switch at the last moment. Follow no set pattern using this option. Option Three, I could of course inspect any vehicle I was going to be assigned to drive, or had to regularly drive. Use tel seals on all doors hoods etc, only operate a car with a built in voltage meter and inspect before starting or turning on the vehicle for most attached systems, inspect the undercarriage and wheel wells for attached independent bombs. Oh, and use a sniffer to see if there are any detected traces of explosive material before starting the vehicle."

Maddox paused after this long list and seemed to switch gears, going from the hunted to the hunter. "So these people who may want to harm me, do they use bombs...or was this an exercise to see what I know. Actually if your going to use a bomb, why not just use a anti-tank missile and be done with it? It is deployable, adjustable, and you can focus on route bottlenecks rather than trying to select a vehicle that is random or under the control of the target. I suppose escape is easier with a bomb, but the only trustworthy detonator is a remote with visual conformation. I know some think that a connection to the ignition or a mercury switch are effective, but one demands interference with the vehicle, which can be easily detected. The other hopes that environmental factors don't interfere. Like kittens, more mercury switched bombs have turned errant kittens into kibble than their intended targets."

"Why not use an anti-tank missile, you ask? Because your enemy can not afford such a thing. Not every bomb needs to work with a remote detonator. It only takes just a little bump, before the the ingredients blend together into something quite amusing." Geriuusk smiled, acting oblivious of the little traps Maddox had opened up. "One could wonder a better question; if the government in this city is against foreigners, but if the ones acting had no connection, did they prefer to keep them separate, or do they have a grudge against each other?"

Maddox nodded, "So I have a really poor enemy then. One that might have similar goals to the city government but may also be at cross purposes." Maddox paused for a second, "So what your real point is that I am deep in the Shades and self-reliance is impossible? I had better rely upon others or I am as dead as a Bear in Vrak Prime." The last statement had a slight edge of bitterness with the words 'Vrak Prime' as though it was in fairly low opinion.

Maddox turned her head to watch where they were going.

"Alright, you made your point. But I am going to be active in my own protection. And if these anti-foreigners become more than a nuisance I might decide to be precipitatory in my defense." Part of Maddox actually smiled inside, it was seldom anyone in her profession got to use the old skills anymore.

"Oh no, I'm not saying anything about an enemy attacking you. I enjoy leading my opponents to believe one thing, but I will take another agenda." Geriuusk smiled, speaking blatantly of his actions. It was not long before they had finally pulled into the sullen iron gates of the large Necromarnen, a gargantuan structure that existed as a symbol of Jenrakian architecture; chaotic. It was shaped like the laid bones of a dried, broken sea-snake; a long, winding twist of towers connected at the base by a large series of visible above-ground covered hallways, rooms fitting within as a small draft of wisping air could be seen rising up softly in the multitudes of chimneys that burst forth silver effigies.

Outside, covering what the castle could not, a large garden of velvet lavender create a sweeping blanket as a gorgeous pale pink stripe-shaped row of roses made a graceful appearance at the ends. Magenta roses carried a deep, bloody cherry and checkered pattern with the tall yet finely kept grass, a long silver marble and tiled floor leading to the immense castle, shielded from the unbearable sun by obsidian and onyx-shaded glass pillars supporting a bazaar of finely woven quilts. Getting out, Geriuusk smiled as the gates shut behind them, standing firmly as a figure walked down the many steps towards the outer cloister of the garden, smiling and shaking hands with Geriuusk.

He was a widely built man, and age showed mercilessly upon his likely once powerful body. The small sign of a receding hair-line was visible beneath the tall hat he wore, his clothes drenched in jet black silk, sweat pouring smoothly from his wrinkled skin into small pockets of salty water forming at the base of his sandals. At his side, a ceremonial sword covered in a bale white porcelain sheath, his smile showing highly visible brackets amongst his bulging eyes. Like all Jenrakians, he showed pale silvery skin amidst the raging desert atmosphere. "Geriuusk." He said, shaking his hands as his voice was groggy, broken, as if he had recently awoken. "Is she the one?" He asked, his azure eyes darting quickly to Maddox.

"Yes, of course." Geriuusk smiled, his smile sarcastic, his tone cynical. "She's the one. Lady, introduce yourself." He turned to Maddox.

Maddox gave Geriuusk a look that could freeze lava and then turned to the other man. "Maddox Ver'cur of Port Olympus" She smiled slightly, the smile of someone who is obviously trying to figure out what the hell she has gotten herself into.

"Viraranaar Kataask, a Black Patriarch, the last, I'm afraid." He said, chuckling slightly. "I hope do Lord Geriuusk hasn't been of a nuisance; his personality is a bit odd." Geriuusk smiled, before turning around and walking back into the car, driving away. Leaving Viraranaar left, he smiled.

"So, let me go over a few guidelines first. Miriana Treyuko is a man of incredible influence in terms of political economics and religion. I suggest you steer clear of those topics. Also, try to not talk to his...army. They don't tend to mix well with strangers. Don't expect any courtesy on their part; they only answer to him. Even I have had no luck in talking to them." He began to walk. "He will have a gloved left hand; try not to talk to him about it. And regarding his immediate family, that's a taboo subject as well."

Maddox pulled along her suitcase and nodded, "So the subject de'jur are Art, Music, History, Philosophy, World Travel, and Science." In her mind she wondered Or is this guy going to be Mister Sexual indendo only?. Some men with a great deal of power only looked at others as being mere playthings, toys that were to be used and abused for the pleasure of the ID.

Viraranaar walked down the ends of the porcelain shaded steps, up through the main hallway's balcony before reaching a large set of velvet doors. Opening them up, a ghastly creaking noise was audible before it set wide to a series of smaller, yet equally velvet shaded doors upon each side. Pointing to the closest one, Viraranaar turned to Maddox. "That is your room for your stay. It's not much, depending on your tastes, but it will do for 3 days." He said, walking over and opening the door.

Modest; that was the only word for it. It was a few meters in length by a few meters in width, a room designed only for one to sleep and change in, the window fairly large with laceless white curtains dangling delicately in front of it, the battering rays from the noon sun beating down mercilessly as a slight breeze battered slightly. However, like all Jenrakian architecture, it did not have glass windows, just an open segment to a small yet fairly sizable balcony that overlooked the azure maze of flowers beneath. The bed was somewhat springy, of more than average quality, the mirror plaited in painted silver at the walls, a square mirror with smoke gray edges. Beside them, a small pine chair and a tiny pine dressing table was laid skillfully at the side, a few sets of freshly washed towels hanging at the racks, the smell of sweet lavender seaming perfectly off their surfaces. A telephone was visible hanging on the walls beside the mirror, a small black mass of and object that carried a green, sullen screen. It was modest.

"My Lord Miriana will be with you shortly. If you need anything, please call me. My extension is 107. However, it needs to be an emergency. I suggest in the little time you have, you could change into something cleaner, or just simply wait." Viraranaar offered, notwithstanding a reply before he walked out.